little jenny gives in

This story happened a few years ago when i was 19. I was going to school in Georgia and dating a cute guy Mike. He was a typical white jock frat guy and i was your typical little college sophemore. i was put together nice–5’2″, 105 lbs, perky b’s with a nice little landing strip. I was pretty inexpeienced. Mike was only the second guy i had been with, and i only had sex maybe 15 times in my life all together. i was very conservative. when i had sex–it was in the dark, always missionary, and always with a condom (birth control pills seemed trashy to me). i thought Mike was it. His dick was I guess around 5 or 6 inches, and it seemed like it was all i could ever handle. I never orgasimed with him during sex–i thought i was one of those girls who couldn’t orgasim during intercourse. Well, that is the background.
Now this is when my life took a change. I was walking to a frat party (alone beacuse my friends were already there) that was about a mile away when i got the urge to pee really bad. This town is hard on public urination and I was a lady(at least I though I was) so I was eyeing the houses as I walked along to see if there would be some students who could let me use their bathroom. After a few minutes i noticed this guy on his porch watching me pass so i asked him if i could use his bathroom–he said yes and led me inside. His name was Tony and he was a very tall muscular black guy. Before he let me into the bathroom he said i could use it under 1 condition. i had to take a hit off a joint and have a beer with him before i left. i smoked pot before–i din’t think it was a big deal so i agreed. i closed the door and did my buisness. after i was done peeing, i noticed i was taking a lot of time making sure my make up looked ok. i asked myself why? i never would date a black guy beacuse where i am from, we don’t do that. i also never found them attractive (at least i told myself that) and i have a boyfriend. i thought my dad would kill me just having these thoughts. i sprayed a little extra perfume on anyway and went out into the livingroom. i guess Tony thought it was hot because he took off his shirt and was standing against the homemade bar with his joint in his mouth. He told me to come over and “get some”. I took a hit and passed it back–as he handed me a beer can. I couldn’t take my eyes off his body–it was perfect–only dark.