When I first got to college I had only had sex once to a guy I was dating was 17. I entered college in a small town in the central northern part of Pennsylvania and everything changed.
I was out with a couple of my girlfriends one night wearing a top that really was too low cut to be close to decent. I’m busty 38DD, very pale skin and I’ve always died my hair red. I was on my second or third Cosmo when I saw this very attractive African American man at the bar. I had never been with a black man before but he was striking. I went to the bar for my next drink but made sure to squeeze by him. He was looking right down my shirt. I looked up and smiled. He made a statement that the bar was too crowded and he knew where the drinks were free, did I want to go with him. I didn’t answer right away making a scene like I wasn’t sure, even though my pussy was starting to get wet. Then I said sure, but he had to be nice.