My Introduction to Interracial Sex

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As a 42 year old white woman, I must admit that my curiosity and interest in interracial sexuality started way back when I was in high school. However, growing up in rural Texas, it wasn ’t easy to necessarily just go out on a date with a black guy. The prejudices people have about a white girl dating a black guy were and still are quite strong in certain parts of the South. Having already lost my virginity, I had discovered a few things. Firstly, that I enjoyed sex. Secondly, that my former boyfriend wasn’t all that good at sex based on what my friends told me about some of their experiences, and thirdly, based on some of the moans and screams I frequently heard emanating from my otherwise very conservative parents’ bedroom, I knew that there had to be a lot more to sex than what I had experienced in my initial forays into the world of teenage sex. I was curious too. I’d heard the stories about the black guys being better endowed than the white boys in school, but I had no proof of it. To complicate matters further, growing up as a true Southern Baptist GRITS (Girl Raised In The South) it wasn ’t necessarily easy to find out about interracial sexuality back then either. Fortunately, though I seriously didn’t think the day would ever arrive, I was allowed to escape my restrictive surroundings with a college scholarship. I was to learn that I could get a lot of my college expenses paid for if I decided to go into teaching, so that made my career path an easy decision. Maybe that was not the best method to use when deciding Ankara bayan escort on a career, but it seemed like the simplest and easiest way for me to escape my conservative rural Texas roots and spring into the ‘ 90s. While at college, I met a delightful mix of people from varying backgrounds and with varying means and abilities. The classroom proved to be, on the one hand, a great equalizer for many; whereas for others, it was on the athletic field. For others, their forte would be found in their ability interact with people from varying walks of life. While sitting in a rather boring English literature class one warm fall afternoon, I felt a pair of eyes riveted on me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see this black guy constantly looking over at me from just behind and to my left. At first it was a bit unnerving and I felt ill at ease. Then, as the class ended, I got up to leave when this young black man came over to me and in an almost shy manner asked , “Chrissy? Is that really you?” Astounded, I whirled around and there, standing face to face in front of me was a black guy nattily dressed in a pair of khakis and a plaid shirt. Immediately, I recognized Devon, though I was taken aback that he would even remember me. Devon was a guy that I had known back in high school; a person that I had given a ride home to a number of times and whose study hall table I had sat at my sophomore year. Devon, was two years ahead of me in school and had always been very nice to me. He had Escort bayan Ankara also been an outstanding athlete. Devon was well-liked in high school and had been elected President of his class. Everyone knew that Devon was the heart-throb of all the black girls in school; they all wanted to go out with him. I knew that Devon had gone off to college to play football, but I had not kept track of where he had gone. In fact, I had completely lost track of him after he had graduated from high school and I was dumb-founded that he would even remember me, much less would single me out and say hello. After recovering from my initial shock, Devon invited me to go with him over to the student union and get a coke. So we did. Devon was a handsome young man at six-feet-two-inches, 210 pounds with a muscular frame, broad shoulders, thin waist and as one could easily see, powerful thighs. Devon now had a neatly trimmed mustache that he hadn’t had in high school. As we walked across campus, talking and then while we sat and chatted at the student union, I couldn’t help but be impressed with his manners, his poise, his bearing, his openness and I became readily aware of the fact that he was both well-known on campus as well as well-liked. I could not help but be impressed with Devon. We talked for hours that day. We talked about home, about former classmates and what they were up to, about teachers, about the university, about our lives, about everything it seemed. Talking to Devon was as comfortable Bayan escort Ankara and as fulfilling as putting on a pair of old, soft, well-worn house slippers. Devon and I carried on our platonic friendship for several weeks after that. He even got me interested in going to his football games and sitting in the chilly Texas winds while watching him dazzle the opposing team with his quick darts and dashes, bringing the crowd to its feet time and again. We had a rare Saturday night game in late early November as I recall and after the game, I met Devon. We were going to go over to a friend of Devon ’s apartment and meet some of his friends there and relax and party a bit after the game. As we got into the back seat of his friends car, Devon put his arm around me and pulled me closer to him. Smiling, I shifted and moved into his powerful arm, smiling at him as I did so. Nestled in the protection of his strong arm, Devon’s friend and his date, a black girl named Keisha, suggested we get some wine and head to the lake instead of going to the party. Devon was all in favor of the idea, as was I. As we sat in the car, overlooking the placid lake on this dark, starlit night, listening to the tunes on the radio and sipping wine, I felt Devon’s hand lightly touching my blouse, gently outlining the top of my bra as he did so. Turning to Devon, I gazed into his eyes as he leaned forward and kissed me tenderly. Feeling the warmth of his soft lips against mine, I kissed him back. I felt Devon’ s strong fingers now lightly caressing my breast as he pulled me towards him, my lithe body melting into his strong frame. Soon Devon was unbuttoning my blouse and I, showing no signs of resistance, leaned forward so as to help him unsnap my bra as I languished in the depth of his passionate kisses, feeling his thigh pressing harder and harder against mine.

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