I originally met Donovan in a class in college when we ended up sitting next to each other on the first day of our Public Speaking class. Throughout the semester we became friends during class and occasionally ran into each other around campus. I learned in high school that he played football and basketball for his school, which means we would have been in different groups if we had gone to the same high school since I was involved in the theater club. He was gorgeous around 6" 175lbs and chocolate skin, complete opposite of me being 5" 150lbs and fair skin. After that semester we would run into each other from time to time over the next couple years until he graduated a year before I graduated. We stayed in touch over Facebook but as with many college friends, we slowly interacted with each other less and less.
About a decade after I graduated from college, we ran into each other at a football game. I had stayed in the same city after graduation, so a lot of people I worked with went to the same school and we would get tickets together to a game every year. Last year, it ended up being the same game he and some of his friends went to and my tickets were on the row in front of him. We got to talk a little bit during the game but its hard to catch up during a good game. We swapped numbers to try and stay in touch better. Over the next couple of months, we would text here and there but nothing consistent.
At the same time, I couldn't help but remember the crush I had on him during college. We were both still single, but I never thought he would be interested in anything with me. However, every time I heard from him, I would smile. After a few months, we started texting more and more. One night I had laid down early when he texted me. I wasn't sure what he would say but I sent a selfie of me laying down in bed to tell him I had already laid down. I had no idea that one picture would slam open a door that I never knew could have opened. He had never responded so quickly to a text but told me he wanted to know how comfy my bed was. I about died when I read his message, but I wanted to hear more. That night started a month's worth of messages going into details of what he had always wanted to do to me. There were days when I think we texted more than we worked, not to mention the days I had to park in a remote area of the parking lot so I could finger myself to an orgasm or two over my lunch hour. Reading all of the details of what he wanted to do to me and with me had me constantly turned on, there weren't enough orgasms I could give myself with everything he was telling me. I need his cock inside me. He had told me how we wanted to push me up against the wall as soon as we got to see each other. How he wanted me to take him in my mouth after he came in my pussy until he was hard again. While I'm not a fan of sexting, one day he sent me a pic of his wonderful 9" thick cock and I about came just from seeing his cock finally and I knew we need to make plans to hang out.
We had already been talking about finding time to meet up since we lived a few hours away from each other. After seeing his big black cock, finding time to see him went straight to the top of my list. It took a couple weeks, but we found a weekend we were both free and made plans for him to stay with me for the weekend. I was so horny leading up to that weekend that I wanted to take off work so I could fuck myself with my vibrators all day long rotating them, so I always had one with a good charge. I had made the decision that I wouldn't be wearing anything under my clothes when he got to my house but asked him what outfit he wanted me to wear and what shoes he wanted me to wear.
Finally, the day was here that he was coming to see me, and I decided to work from home so I wouldn't feel as rushed after work since he was leaving work early so he could fuck me before we went out to dinner. Throughout the day, we talked, and it only made me wetter for him. By the time he knocked on my door, I was dripping down my thick thighs wearing the mini skirt, tank top and heels he wanted to see me in.
He left his suitcase in his car so he could close the door behind him and pushed me up against the wall. There wasn't much need for foreplay because I was already dripping wet and I would see how hard his cock was when I opened the door. It was finally time for me to have my first big black cock and I was beyond ready. I had spent 3 years in college wishing I could date him not knowing that I could have and he didn't think I was interested.
As he kissed me for the first time I melted and reached for his zipper so I could get to his cock. I wanted his cock inside me and there was no time for pleasantries. As I pulled his cock out, he touched my clit for the first time. I had told him that I love when guys rub the tip of their cock on my clit until I cum and then slam their cock into me as I'm cumming. It didn't take long until he replaced his fingers with the top of his cock. It had been a couple years since I had a good fuck and his cock was considerably larger than any dick I had ever fucked so I knew his cock was going to hurt me a little bit but I didn't care. I started to cum from the tip of his cock rubbing my clit and he moved his cock to line up with my pussy and slammed his cock into me balls deep on the first thrust. It hurt but I was cumming so hard that I didn't care. He told me that I felt so good and tight and that he loved how it felt to have my pussy clinching his cock as I continued to cum. I was glad my house sat back from the road because I was screaming in pleasure as soon as he slammed his cock into me.