I am 33 now and have the most pleasant memories of this chick that gave me all my wishes at age 19 that I had been desiring since I was in 6th grade. Since sixth grade, I had my eyes on all girls as they were showing signs of women hood. I had been peeking sneaks at my old man's Playboy rags since 4th grade. Not that often because the pictures were not that much of a turn on until I saw the girls in my class beginning to have bodies like those in the zine.
Later after my first wet dream (still remembering the dream that accompanied that) was I beginning to look at the girls differently and well as the pictures in the old man's collection. My interest was in tall skinny chicks. I just loved those long legs. I did not why until much later when I found out those sticks can do wonders.
In high school, I attempted to get friendly with white chicks that had long legs but they were snobbish about talking with a black dude. The white girls that loved black cock by then were in my mind sluts; they just wanted black meat. I was more interested in seducing a chick that did not know it was coming at least directly.
Nothing happened in high school to satisfy my craving. However, in college my long desire was achieved.
I entered this math class and there must have been 250 students there. My jaws dropped at the number. There were maybe 15 black guys in the total and double the black sisters or maybe triple. I did not count. Twice a week this large body went to smaller classrooms having maybe 50 students and the student teacher desired us to sit like in grade school which was alphabetically. Low and behold this long legged white chick dropped her lovely ass into the desk in front of me. She had to be five feet six or better with a blonde ponytail and blue eyes; one hot bitch let me say. Immediately my cock stained in my trousers. She never even gave me a glance when sitting down; cold bitch I thought; another one of them.
A sister was sitting next to me, smiled and said, "Hi!" I figured she just wanted to get into my pants sometime during the quarter.
After that class broke up the sister stood up by me and whispered,
"If you think you're gonna get that black snake of yours into her, you are dumber than you look." I said, "I have no interest in the bitch, she's colder than ice in January." She said, "Then why was you sitting there half the class with a boner?" I am sure I was red but...
Well about 4 weeks into the class the topic for the day was going over my head. I decided I would try something. I wrote a note saying, "This topic today has gone over my head. Since you are making A's in this class, can we meet in the student union or lounge and would you be gracious enough to help me understand it so I won't get behind?" I slipped the note over the shoulder of Sheri sitting in front of me. She took it and then five minutes later slipped it back to me. It read, "Be more than happy to Jerry. I am in the union every day from 5:30 to 7:30 PM catch me there." When the class was over, I mentioned to her I would see her later because I did not want to get behind.
I met her as planned and she cleared my fog over the topic. I told her I owed her a meal or beer and pizza sometime and to collect whenever she had free time and left without any indication I wanted her so bad. When I got back to the dorm, I had to relieve the pressure that had built up from sitting next to her and smelling her wonderful odors.
The next time we saw each other in class she asked if all was okay. At least she spoke to me. I thanked her again for the help. Her response was, "Any time," which caused an immediate erection.
The sister next to me saw it and punched me hard to let me know she saw the pressure in my pants.
Two weeks had past and nothing else out of the ordinary happened other than her smiles and greetings now when we were next to each other. I left most of my books in the chemistry building so I would not have to carry them all over campus. This one afternoon as I was walking past a lab I heard some glass break. I turned and went in and it was Sheri standing over broken glass and some liquid on the floor and with fear on her face.
I startled her by asking is it serious or just a mess. She looked at me and said, "I guess more of a mess then serious. I was clumsy and dropped the beaker of water."
I said, "Let me clean it up for you. Good thing it was not some chemical."
I proceeded to get the mess cleaned up and we chatted about the chemistry class. Well, we were taking the same 101 course but different teachers and times. "Jerry, maybe when you have some time could you help me understand some of this stuff. It is going over my head and I would hate to get less than an A; my parents will kill me.
I responded with, "Be more than happy too; that is if I understand it. Shall we do it at the union again and when will a good time be?"
Her response was "How about today after I run this experiment and collect the data?"
"Great, I will stick around and we can walk to the union together if that's ok."
"Great, that will be super. Then I won't be getting behind."
When she said behind I just had to look at hers and sure enough, it was awesome under those tight fitting jeans that were hugging those lovely, lovely globes of butt cheeks. My cock woke up.
As she was assembling the glassware, I could see some of her connections were not tight which would cause her not to get the right readings. I pointed it out to her, stepped in to fix them, and in the process my elbow ran across one of her tits as she had her nose in looking at what I was doing. Neither of us did or said anything about the tit rub.
When it was up and running, I said I would lean back on the bench behind her to look over the experiment and help if I saw something askew. She smiled at me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes. Because of lack of sleep, I fell asleep. However, my mind did not. It was thinking of her hot bod. I was startled awake upon hearing, "Ouch." I popped my eyes open and she had burnt the tips of her fingers slightly by touching some hot glassware. I instinctively grabbed her white hand and placed it under cold running water. In the process, I felt my cock pressing hard against my trousers. The damn thing would not shrink because I was holding her hand in cold water. It must have grown in my catnap thinking of her hot bad.
After the pain had subsided I helped Sheri put things away and off to the union we went.
After helping her with her chemistry I was in the process of saying, "Glad to been of help," she said, "If you have time I will treat you for dinner for cleaning up my mess, helping me with my burnt fingers, tightening my glassware and this tutoring."
I responded let us go Dutch since I owe you also. She smiled and off to the union cafeteria we went. As we were eating, we chatted about our backgrounds, high school, friends, and goals. I did not tell her one of my goals was to bed her. We chatted for quite some time and I made up my mind to be a perfect guy and not hit on her.
It was 9:30 and she said, "Jerry would you mind walking me to the dorm? It is late and I will feel so much more comfortable with you as an escort. Then I do not have to call for one and they give me the creeps anyway."
I responded with, "Be more than happy."
The dorm was not out of my way so off we went and I let her get in and waved bye.
As soon as I got into my dorm, pressure relief time.
Over the next week, we saw each other in math a couple of times but that was the extent of our contact. I was always checking into the chemistry lab when I was in the building but Sheri was never there.
Then one day she was. I dropped in and asked if all was well. She looked up with a surprise look and said, "Damn you show up just when I need a guy."
I smiled and asked what the problem was. She said that a cork was stuck on a piece of glass and she was afraid of breaking it and cutting herself.
