As a college Junior in the 1970's, Reggie was in one of my first semester education classes. Our instructor paired us up in 2 person teams for the semester and Reggie and I were paired. Our grade for the semester would be as a team, so it was important that Reggie realize that the grade was important to me.
Reggie was a Junior College transfer brought in for the basketball team so our meetings would have to be planned around his schedule.
You know me, Sally. I am a self-confident, solidly built woman - 5'9", 135 pounds - I enjoy good sex and have separated sex from love in my mind. My breasts are natural, sensitive, heavy, and firm. My pubes are neatly groomed and I shower several times each day. I am living in a dorm this year.
Reggie is black as coal, 6'9" tall and weighs over 200 pounds. He has a full, puffy, afro hair cut and large, well defined lips. He lives in a four bedroom off campus apartment with three other basketball players - one cinnamon colored afro-American and two white players. I can tell you now that Reggie did not make grades second semester and did not return to school the following year.
Our class met Monday-Wednesday-Friday so we agreed to meet in the evening following each class to prepare for our next class. Near the end of the semester we had to work around basketball games, but early in the semester this was no problem. Since my grade would depend on how Reggie scored on tests and classroom participation, I knew we would need extra study sessions prior to tests.
We decided to study at Reggie's apartment - we used the kitchen table as the kitchen was the quietest part of the apartment. As we studied, I could see college women and some of the other players visiting Reggie's roommates. There seemed to be different women each time I was there. I also noticed that clothing was seldom worn by anyone (other than Reggie and I) in the apartment.
I did become familiar with his roommates and they seemed like nice, well hung guys.
I pushed Reggie hard and he was able to participate successfully in class discussions. The first real turning point was about three weeks into the semester when we had an unannounced snap quiz in class and Reggie and I had the only perfect papers. It was the first time Reggie had ever gotten an A in any college class.
That evening at our study session, Reggie hugged me and kissed me on the mouth as he thanked me for being his study partner. In addition, his roommates and the other team members all came into the kitchen separately to give me a big hug and thank me for being there for Reggie.
For the next three weeks Reggie was much more receptive to studying and he also became more touchy. He found many reasons to innocently touch my hand, an arm, my back or my leg as we studied until our touching each other became natural.
Six weeks into the semester we had an announced exam coming up. It would be based on class notes as well as assigned readings and our textbook.
Reggie and I studied every night for a week and even pulled an all-nighter over the weekend.
The test was on Wednesday, grades would be posted Friday.
Reggie and I both got A's. Reggie was so excited that he told me we would celebrate tonight. He was going to take me to dinner and then back to his apartment.
Reggie picked me up dressed to the nines and treated me like a queen all evening. We had several drinks before dinner and wine with dinner. I was feeling very relaxed by the time we got back to his apartment. I visited the shared bathroom down the hall and when I came out Reggie took me by the hand and led me to his bedroom, leaving the door open. I didn't know the significance of this at the time.
Reggie kicked off his shoes and removed his jacket and tie as I lay back on his bed, completely relaxed.
Reggie lay down beside me and began kissing me - real soul kisses. I kissed back. He moved slowly. The kisses were great and he stroked my arms and back, gently caressing me. He used his finger to trace circles around my breasts. I rolled toward him, kissed him harder, tongue in play and put my arm around him. This encouraged him and he began gently exploring my body through my clothes. He put his hand on my crotch and I moved my legs apart. His hand moved down toward my knee and slid up my thigh under my skirt until he reached my panties. He stroked me through my panties and I closed my legs, trapping his hand. I moved my legs around which pushed his hand tighter into my crotch. We were still kissing, full open mouth. My hand slid down and traced his cock through his pants.
I was still keeping his hand trapped in my crotch and moving it with my legs. He took his free hand and began unbuttoning the front of my dress. He stopped kissing my mouth and began kissing my chest above and through my bra. He removed his crotch hand to position himself better and sat me up, removed my arms from my dress, pushed it down to my waist and unhooked my bra.
After removing my bra he began loving my breasts. His mouth was big enough to almost totally take in one breast at a time. This is something that hadn't happened since I was 14 with much smaller breasts and the feeling was fantastic. He licked, sucked, nibbled, and suckled as my nipples popped up and my areolas crinkled.
After enjoying this for a few minutes, I pushed him onto his back and began unbuttoning his shirt. I kissed his bare chest, kissed his nipples and began unfastening his pants. He caressed my back with one hand but otherwise just lay there and let me proceed.
After I unzipped his pants and took hold of his waistband, he lifted his hips to help.
