We came up, and they introduced themselves. Malcolm is 34.” I was not at all happy that I just found out about this. Waiting outside were two older black guys. Lauren’s cell rang, and we took the elevator downstairs. I wore a miniskirt and tight shirt wrapped around my tits. She wore tight jeans and a white shirt that hugged her tits. That night Lauren was getting decked out. Plus I was curious to see her black lover. I want to see him, but he needs someone to hang out with his brother.” “Anyway, his brother is in town on Saturday. But what can I do, my knees go weak around him,” she continued. I am sort of seeing my black boss at Starbucks.” But sometimes I need a great lover, too.” She paused. “You sound like you’ve done this a lot,” I said. But black guys bring out another side of me.” Don’t get me wrong, I love my white boyfriend. “I said that until I was with my first black guy. “Have you ever been with a black guy?” she asked. She also had a boyfriend.Īfter the first two months of school were over, Lauren and I were talking about sex. Lauren was also pretty hot, about 5’5” with long blonde hair and large breasts. I like to work out and have a hot ass to show for it. I have c-cup breasts that look great in the tight shirts I wear almost daily. I am 5’10”, brown hair that flows over my shoulders. I had a boyfriend of one year, an older guy who was back home at community college.
