*This was written when I was 17 (I am now 25). I just found it while going through my files and figured I'd post it.*
Sharie looked herself over in the mirror one last time, then headed to the party across town. Like any party she went to, there was a good amount of alcohol. Although she hardly drank, if at all.
Also, there was always sex, some openly on a couch or chair, others more discreet in a bedroom. She herself had only had sex about four times before since she had lost her virginity at age sixteen. She was now nineteen.
The party had a mix of both black and white people. It didn't really bother her, except she'd never have sex with a black guy. And there was a lot of that bound to happen tonight.
She met up with her friend, Karen, who had sex more times than there was days to a year. Sharie had no idea how her and Karen had become such good friends.
Shortly after exchanging hellos, a guy walked up to Karen, and off she went, leaving Sharie alone. She didn't really mind though, sometimes Karen got to be too much anyway, especially at a party like this.
Chris stood across the room, admiring this white girl that had just been deserted by her friend. He looked her over. low-cut shirt, showing he somewhat big breasts, short skirt. She was pretty enough, blond hair a little past her shoulders and green eyes he saw as he sidled up to her. He grinned,"Hey."
She looked at him," Uh, hi."
"I saw you were by yourself and thought to come over and keep you company. I'm Chris."
She looked him over, definitely built. But he was black. Well, I suppose it won't hurt just to talk to him, she thought. Out loud she said,"I'm Sharie."
"Pretty name. So, how old are you?"
"Nineteen, you?"
"Twenty-three."
They chatted for awhile and he turned out to be really nice.
