Hi my name is Tami, I grew up in a small town where there was never any real excitement. I recieved an academic scholarship to a major university, I was always good in school.
I'm a Brunette, 5'7" tall, 36C-26-36 athletic build.
My parents were a little upset that I would be so far from home during my college years. After all I was their little girl.
My mother took me shopping for new clothes for my first year of college. She thought that some of the skirts I chose were a little to short. She should have seen the lingerie I bought when she wasn't around.
My parents threw me a going off to college party the week before I left. We had a good time swimming, playing games and just talking.
My first semester at school was not all that exciting. I was always a social person so it was easy to make friends. We all spent most of the time meeting new people and learning our way around the new town.
After Christmas break that all changed. The parties in the dorms started. I started checking out the sororities on campus, first year we had to live in the dorms. I got welcomed at the sororities and started making different friends. I got invited by these new friends to many parties, including the frats.
I took to the party scene like I had been doing it all my life. I drank more then I should have at many of these parties.
I don't know what came over me while I was at college but the wild child in me came out. Partying, making out, groping, and all around fun.
During one of these parties I was just getting my drunk on when he walked in. He walked in with an air of confidence that just amazed me. He made his way around the room talking to a lot of people, then he noticed me.
He strolled up to me and his size just made me look like a dwarf. He was 6'9" tall and muscular, my panties got wet. The longer we talked the wetter I got. I could not explain it, it could have been that he was so polite and never crossed the line.
His name was Marcus and he was a defensive tackle on the football team. He was such a pleasure to talk to that I gave him my number. I went back to my dorm that night all giddy and warm inside and slept like a baby.
When I did not have my nose in the books the next week, I could only wonder if Marcus would call. I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the taboo after all he was black.
I was in my room studying for a test on Thursday night when the phone rang.
"Hello."
"Tami."
"Yes."
"It's Marcus," Oh my god! My panties got wet, he called.
"Hi, Whats up?"
"Not much, I enjoyed talking to you last weekend, would you like to go out Saturday night?"
"I enjoyed talking to you also, I would love too."
"I will pick you up about 9:00."
"That would be perfect," I gave him my address.
I was so excited that Marcus called and asked me out, I did poorly on my test.
Saturday came and I was so excited all day. When it came time to get ready, I had a hard time finding an outfit. I started with some of the skimpiest lingerie I had. It was a sheer lace bra and panty set. Next came the dress it was so short, if I sat the wrong way I would expose myself. Next I chose a pair of stilletto heels.
I looked in the mirror and oh my god! I got extremely excited, I looked good enough to eat. I finished with the make up and getting my hair done and waited for Marcus.
Marcus showed up right at 9:00 and I got in his car.
"What do you like to do?" he asked.
"Dancing is always fun."
"I know this bar with a dance floor."
"I'm only 18, I'm not old enough to get in."
"The bouncers a friend of mine."
"We can try."
Marcus drove to the bar chatting the whole way about what we both liked and what we were planning after college. I had not noticed that the bar was in a seedy part of town.
We went into the bar it was dimly lit with a dance floor and several tables. The music was good, Marcus led me to a table and went and ordered drinks.
I was having a good time with Marcus he was a perfect gentleman. The later it got, I realized that the patrons coming in were all black, I started feeling uncomfortable. Marcus made me feel like I belonged so that feeling went away a little while later.
We started dancing at first only to the fast songs. As the evening progressed we started dancing to the slower ones. During one of the slower songs I became intrigued noticing for the first time the contrast of my white hand on Marcus's black arm, I kissed him.
Marcus did not waste the oppertunity he started kissing back. His kiss was like none other I had ever recieved compassionate, confident I did not notice he was rubbing my ass.
We danced several more times that night and got closer with every song. I was dancing real close to Marcus and felt something rubbing my stomach. I backed away a little and looked down to my horror the head of Marcus's cock was sticking out of his waist band.
That feeling only lasted about half a second. We started dancing closer again and I rubbed on this magnificent tool the whole time, it was my fault.
We left at closing time. When we were back on the road Marcus became a little bolder and started rubbing my thigh. I looked down and let him continue, the contrast had me mesmerized. I reached over and started rubbing his cock.
"Do you want to come back to my place?"
