It all happened about 25 years ago but I remember it like it was yesterday. I woke up on a Saturday morning with the worst hangover and my body was sore all over. Still half asleep, a panicked feeling rushed through me as images of the night before began to flash in my mind. My heart began to race faster when I realized that I was not in my bed and under the covers I had nothing on except my large engagement ring. I then slowly turned over to realize that my fears were true. I was not alone and the person sleeping next to me was not my fiancée. It was my black neighbor Bryce and not fully covered, I could see him in all his glory. He was very muscular, and his massive cock hung down his hip. My petite white frame had never been with a black man before. It was no wonder why I was so sore. I covered my face in disbelief with thoughts running through my head on how I cheated on my boyfriend/fiancée for the first time and tried to figure out 'how the hell did I get myself in that position?'
My name is Samantha and I was 24 at the time. My fiancée Dan and I were only a few months away from our wedding. We lived in a nice condo and had good jobs we had gotten out of college. Friends often said we looked like Barbie and Ken. We were living a great normal life. We had been together for 5 years. Prior to Dan, I had only had sex with 2 other boys. I did not really blossom until college so sexually; I was very shy and unconfident.
We first met our neighbor Bryce about 3 weeks prior to my night with him. He moved into a unit next door to us and once he got settled in, we introduced ourselves. Bryce had a muscular 6'5" stature that looked very intimating, especially next to me as I was only 5'2" and 115 pounds. However, it was quickly evident that Bryce was very kind, funny, and personable. He talked about how he played college football which made him and Dan bond over sports. He was a couple years older than us and working in the IT field. We had him over for drinks and while he and Dan talked mostly about sports, I could not help noticing the way he kept looking at me. It was almost as if he wanted me to notice him looking me over. He would be looking at by breasts and then lock eyes with me. He had a grin that made it out as if we were in on something. It made me blush, but I honestly did not think anything of it. Looking back, I can't believe how naive I was.
As weeks went by, we had very little interaction with Bryce, just friendly smiles and hellos in passing. We soon found out that he had a very active social life. When he was home, he often had friends over or a female visitor. With our thin walls, it was easy to tell who he had for a visitor. When a female was over, it was the loudest sex we had ever heard. Dan and I would laugh about it. Dan was able to phase it out, but I could not escape the sounds coming from next door. After Dan would fall asleep, I fingered myself to sleep while listening to a banging headboard and loud moans.
On the Friday leading up to my night with Bryce, it was a bit of a sad day. In the morning, Dan had to leave to report for duty. He was in the Army Reserves so he had to go away one weekend a month, two weeks in the summer. It came time for his two weeks of annual training so I was extra sad. After we said our goodbyes, I went on to have a normal workday in the office. To cheer me up, some work friends talked me into joining them for happy hour after we got off work. It was a fun time and just what I had needed. However, I ended up staying out later than I typically would and had too much to drink. I really should not have driven home.
When I got home, I changed out of my work clothes and into just shorts and a t-shirt and put my blonde hair up in a ponytail. Instead of just passing out on the couch to a movie, I got a surge of energy and decided to go collect our mail. I then ran into Bryce who was getting home from a night out and we chatted on our walk back. He asked about Dan so I told him about Dan being away. When we got to our doors, he apologized for not having us over and asked if I wanted to come over and have a drink. At the time, it seemed harmless, and I was curious to see how different his home was to ours. When I got inside, I was surprised to see how nice it was. He made us each a strong cocktail and showed me around. He was funny and polite. He asked if I had any decorating tips, but I had very little to critique since it was much nicer than ours. After refilling our drinks, we sat on his couch and talked, he made me feel very comfortable. He then asked me if I liked to get high. I hadn't smoked weed since college and I guess to avoid not looking cool, I stupidly agreed. This was one of my many poor decisions that night.