Years ago, I was part of a reggae fusion band on the East Coast. We had some good times together, but then most of the members decided to go West and build their following out there. I was too attached to my hometown to pack up and leave everything behind, so I stayed. I did take them up and their offer to come out and visit them once they got themselves settled.
San Diego is a beautiful city with a small-town feel. The people are friendly and I found the women beautiful. My friends went out of their way to make me feel welcome. They took me around the neighborhood to meet people, and they spent their nights hosting open mic sessions in a loft, weed and laughter filling the air. It was a great environment.
During one particular night at the loft, a woman came in wearing a dark grey dress and a flower in her hair. The dress contrasted sharply with her lightly tanned skin. She was about 5’3”, had a tight, petite body and was very pretty. She definitely stood out, as everyone else was dressed in T-shirts, jeans and shorts. Then again, as one of the few black people there, I didn’t exactly blend in myself.
I went over and introduced myself. It turns out the woman, Kay, was there to meet someone on a blind date, and she wanted to impress the lucky guy. She would have succeeded… if the idiot ever showed up. Still, I kept her company and when it became obvious that her date was gonna be a no-show, we exchanged numbers.
A few nights later, we went to a bar near where I was staying and got some drinks. We had a pretty good time, and got to know each other. It turns out we share a birthday (she was five years older; 30 to my then-25). We eventually left together. I walked Kay home, which was also nearby, and she invited me in. We sat on her couch — or rather, I sat on the couch and she sat on my lap. We talked and eventually made out. After a while, I stood up, picking her up with me, and carried her to her bedroom.
Kay’s room was dimly lit by the street light outside, so I had no problem undressing us both and finding the condom I brought along. I slid it in on and slid my dick inside her. She didn’t start shaking so much as vibrating.
It was surreal — the fact that I was getting laid 3,000 miles from home, less than a week after meeting the girl, who happened to be white. Drunk as we both were, I was in no hurry to finish. I loved the contrast of my dark skin on hers too much. I fucked her slowly to get her used to my size (8” and thick), and also to savor the moment.
Eventually, I got a little impatient, flipped her over, and took her from behind. The sight of her burying her face in the pillow and her legs continuing to shake was too hot. About five minutes later, I spilled my load inside the condom. After cleaning up and tossing out the rubber, I spooned her and went to sleep.
I went back East with some good memories, and Kay and I kept in contact for a few years afterward, at least until I met my wife.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9uyoad/making_california_love