First let me introduce myself to you. I am Sally and I am white. Last fall I passed my 30th year and I don't think I have fully experienced life to this point. I am not a virgin and am sexually active when I want to be. In fact, I love sex. I have never been married but have had several really deep and meaningful relationships. I have a body which I see as designed for sex. I am 5'8" tall; long legs; have generous, sensitive, size DD breasts; have a flat tummy and a trimmed love mound; I primarily enjoy vaginal sex and love the feeling I get after morning sex when a man's cum moves around inside me as the day goes on and my co-workers and students don't know why I am always smiling. I do anal sex when I really want a man inside of me but don't have my diaphragm handy. I do not like the feel of latex covered cocks inside my vagina and would rather go bareback, unprotected rather than have a condom in me.
I have been teaching elementary school since I graduated from college and, in the process of expanding my dimensions, enrolled in a weekend MBA program designed for working people. We only met two weekends a month (Friday night and Saturday) with our instructors and have projects and assignments to complete between sessions. But, that is another adventure I will have to tell you about.
I graduated with my MBA this spring and am anxious to explore my possibilities.
As soon as school was out for the summer I closed up my condo and packed my new red car with clothing and my essentials. I have included my diaphragm just in case I get lucky. My roommate from college lives in the DC area with her husband and they have invited me to stay with them while I do my job search. I have never been to DC and I want to explore the job possibilities in that area now that I have my new MBA in my hand.
I had never met my ex-roomies husband so you may understand my surprise when my very petite friend, who had only dated white men in college, and this big black man met me at their apartment door. They are both musicians and had created a mutual bond which resulted in marriage.
They were living in a one bedroom apartment so naturally the not too comfortable couch in the living room was my designated bed. It was quite a cozy arrangement but not always convenient for any of us.
One Wednesday night they invited one of their musician friends over to dinner and to meet me. Roomie was match making. We got along well and because he was close friends with roomie and hubby, I felt secure and relaxed in his presence.
Oh, I failed to mention that Tom was a black musician. Now, over the years, I have rubbed shoulders with people of all races, and have had blacks in my classes at college and in the classes I teach at school, but I have never before shared a meal with a black man or been in a room where black people composed half of the population as was happening right now.
We had a nice conversation about the area and what my job prospects might be. We retired to the living room for a few drinks and there were a few jokes made about Tom and I sitting together on my bed. (There were only 2 chairs and the sofa in the living room.)
The evening ended pleasantly. Tom even kissed me on the cheek, as he did also to my ex-roomie, when he left.
Tom visited regularly for the next week. We joked and teased and generally felt comfortable as new friends. He had several gigs in the evening and on the weekend so while he dropped into the apartment during the day to chat or bring something by, we went to hear him play in the evening – and of course have a few drinks.
He always came over to our table during his breaks and talked with us. Several times during the breaks while they were playing canned music, he would ask me to dance. He smelled good. He held my hand as we walked to and from the small dance floor. He had long, graceful musicians fingers and would often touch me as we talked.
The second week Tom offered me the use of the empty spare bedroom in his apartment. There was no pressure, I was tired of sleeping on the uncomfortable living room sofa, and I thought my friend and her hubby would enjoy getting back some privacy. I said yes after a few minutes of thought.
Tom's place was a small 2 bedroom apartment with one shared bathroom between the bedrooms. There were doors that could be closed and locked on both sides. Well, Tom had been living alone for too long and was not careful about closing or locking doors when he showered, dressed, or used the bathroom.
The first time I popped into the bathroom and saw Tom in the act of drying off after his shower was an eye opener. There he is, standing nude just outside the shower drying his head with both hands up and the towel covering his face. He did not know I was there and I quickly backed out. However, I had seen his flaccid, uncircumcised penis hanging down to what seemed nearly to his knees.
