***All characters are 18 years or older.***
If you ask my dad what the biggest problems he knew off where, he will probably tell you that it is the illegal immigration in our country and myself. Just to clear things up, it is not because my dad is a racist that he thinks at this situation as a problem but because our tiny country is, as he puts it, "being runover by illegal black men". Probably he says this because our town has been practically overrun by them. Just in our street only 3 other families are "white", the other houses are filled with black men living together.
As for me, well I have a rebellious character. From when I was around 15 years old, I started living the emo lifestyle, dying my hair all kind of colours, partying with my friends all weekend long and getting drunk, a lot. It is sort of my middle finger to my parents for trying to tell me what to do. I still love them, but I kind of like this lifestyle. However, of all this, it was my hair that really pissed my dad off.
Well now I am 20 years old. My body looks like that of a proper lady; C-cup boobs, small bubble ass and a nice figure, that is what you would see from the outside. I am in university and I still dress the same, as an emo and dye my hair all colours. I guess my dad did not tell me nothing about what I wear and how I look is because I still get good grades, I think. Or else he is just a bigger pussy then I thought.
Before getting into the story, lately I started getting kinkier. I have had sex before but usually they were all when I am out partying and drunk. Most of them I would regret the next morning. As per relationships, all the boys that talked to me at least all wanted to have sex. I am fine with it, but they were all just boring. Just a few minutes and that is it. I guess So, lately I tried to create more excitement in my life.
I started wearing skirts more often. Before I arrive to university and after I leave university, I would pull my skirt up, tuck it underneath my top and make it look like a mini skirt. Sometimes when I felt horny whilst on the bus or somewhere outside, I would remove my panties. There where occasions that when I did this, I ended up accidently flashing strangers my pussy or ass. It was super exciting.
It was even more exciting when going back home. To go to my home I used to walk up this elevated road. I know for a fact that if a pass there during the day, the men at the bar or whoever would be outside would stop and look at me. I think they could see my ass from down there as I am walking up the road. So did the black men.
Most of them did not know how to speak good English so most time it was almost as if they were speaking gibberish. But there were also those who spoke very good English too. They all looked huge whenever I saw them, they usually stink as their living conditions are not good and they do not have a lot of money. They just linger outside of the house they are staying in. So whenever I passed, they always used to cheer on me.
Well, once during the winter, it felt like the sun did not shine at all. It was cold and to make things worse it was raining all day. To make it even worse I had a full day at university. I was there for the very first lecture of the day to the very last one late in the day. I was almost home at 9pm and I was really looking forward for a nice bath and some warmth in my bed. It was also Friday, so I was complaining because I arrived late at home and I had to wake up early again the next day.
Whenever I finished this late, I always make sure to wear a skirt and that I remove my panties on the bus stop or in the bus. Even though it was cold I still removed them. I guess the excitement brought me some warmth. As I walked the steep road and turned to the street where my house is, I see that on the side I was on there where some black men blocking the way. I saw that they were drinking so I just crossed the road and walked on the opposite side of the road.