The Truth About Nikki – pt1

The Truth About Nikki – Nikki’s First Night Out

To understand anyone it is my belief that you first must know a little bit about the way they grew up. Therefore I will explain very quickly about my family.

My parents had a rocky marriage (to say the least), in an attempt to stabilize the relationship, my mother conceived me. I was supposed to be the binding glue of their failing marriage. It didn’t work, because even before I was born my father packed up and left. I have never met nor even heard from him. My mother has always blamed me for ruining her marriage and her life, a point, which she has never hesitated to mention to me many times during my 16 years with her. My mother became a religious zealot about the time I turned 10 or so, which only turned my life with her into a living hell. No TV because it was all about sins of the flesh, no music because it promoted drug use, no dating because this led to sexual desires, etc..etc..

We had been constantly fighting for months when school finally got out in 1996. I was just 16 and wanted a life, she was 40 and just wanted to be rid of me. She arranged for me to go spend almost two weeks with an aunt, uncle, and cousin of mine in central Oregon. I had never met these people but I would have gone anywhere to be free from mom’s bullshit for a while.

It was early afternoon on a Friday in July when I stepped off of that Buss and met my uncle Bill and cousin Sandra for the first time. Bill explained that Sandra would be showing me around for the first week or so because he and my aunt were leaving that very day for a week long cruise to Alaska. Sandra was 18 and had just finished her first year of college at the local university. Once we were alone in my room, unpacking my stuff she said that later that evening she and her boyfriend were going to a off campus party and wanted me to go with them. I jumped at the chance to see what I had been missing out on, and soon we were planning our outfits for the party. Sandra called my entire wardrobe totally lame so we shopped from her closet. She set me up with a red mini-skirt, black boots and a white lace top with a strapless bra. After the way I had always dressed, I felt positively naked in this outfit, but when I looked at myself in Sandra’s mirror I suddenly realized that I looked damn hot.

I changed back into my normal clothes and went down stairs and met my aunt Sara as she got home from work. I was really surprised how nice everyone got along in Sandra’s house. It was really a whole different feeling being around a family where there was joking around and laughter. Mom and I never laughed or joked like that. Around six pm, Bill and Sara left to catch their flight out of Portland, and Sandra and I were left alone. We both went upstairs and slipped back into our party outfits. I had never been allowed to use makeup so Sandra applied some cheek highlights and eye shadow for me. When I looked at my self, I felt like I was having an out of body experience or something. I had never felt so beautiful before; it was a feeling that, for the first time in my life, I felt like I was a real person. I couldn’t wait to go to the party and see if those people liked me and accepted me.

Sandra’s boyfriend Eric came over about 8 and we all headed over to the party. We could hear the music even before we could see the house. The party was already in high gear and there were people everywhere, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. We all crowded through the door into the house, the music was blasting and the mood was just electric. Eric went somewhere and when he showed back up he pressed a wine cooler into my and Sandra’s hands. We began to mingle and Sandra and I began dancing with Eric in the center of the room. I was having so much fun, dancing, and just watching everyone else. The place was just packed with people, so much so that I was constantly bumping or being bumped by others. I found that when I danced the skirt Sandra had given me rode up onto my hips, so I constantly had to tug it back down. I felt just so sexy in it that I didn’t mind this small problem at all. Every time my wine cooler got low another seemed to appear, I liked the fruity taste and was feeling a nice buzz starting.

We had been there maybe two hours when Sandra came over and said that her and Eric were gonna split for a while but would be back later for me. I was cool with that, I was having so much fun that I really didn’t want to go anywhere. After they left, I would dance with different people until I was just about to pass out then move around the other rooms until I had cooled down again. It was during one of these cool down walks that I met Ray. He was twenty something, over six foot tall, broad chest, big bulging arms, and had an infectious smile. I dont know why but I instantly felt an attraction to him. As he spoke to me I felt things stirring within me that I had never felt before. I couldn’t explain this feeling; it was like a little series of tinny electric shocks that made me tingle all over. Soon Ray and I were dancing together. I felt like everyone else was slowly fading away, leaving just Ray and I. As he would pull me against his chest, I couldn’t help but feel his manhood press against my navel. It gave me shivers every time he would press against me and grind his bulge against me. That tingly feeling was becoming a constant buzz now and I became aware of the pounding of my heart in my ears.

Ray maneuvered us into a corner where some speakers were stacked and led me behind the pile into near darkness. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and back, pulling me to him. I wanted to be close to him so bad, I needed to be close to him, I leaned into him and we kissed. As his tongue explored my mouth, it felt like my entire body had been lit on fire, I pressed myself to him, feeling the bulge of his man hood against my belly where a bonfire was raging. As he broke our kiss his mouth moved to my neck and ears, I remember that I was gasping for air, but had totally surrendered to him. His hand slid down over my ass, I knew where he was going, but I didn’t have the willpower to stop him. I needed to feel his hand touch me there. He gently slid his hand under my skirt, which had rode way up again, and I gasped as his fingertips touched my ass through my panties. For the first time in my life, I felt my pussy flood, and knew right then that I would do whatever this man wanted. Ray continued to kiss and explore my body with his tongue and hands; at each touch I would feel that growing electric tingle. Finally he broke away from me, took my hand, and without a word led me from our little hid away through the throng of people to the staircase.

I still remember walking hand in hand with Ray down the hallway of the second floor, listening to that little voice in my head, which was screaming at me to stop, go down stairs, and wait for Sandra. I just let the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears drown it all out. I didn’t really know what was in store for me behind that door, but I knew that I wanted it, my whole body was screaming for whatever was inside that room. As Ray clicked the door closed he kissed me deeply and I felt myself melting into him. As he pulled his lips from me, I felt his hands lifting my top, I was like a little baby, I just lifted my arms and without a word let him slip my top from me. I was trembling so bad that I thought my legs would buckle, but Ray pulled me to his body again and I felt so safe and happy. His hand moved between us and I felt the catch of my bra release and then him pull it free. Ray took about a half step back and gazed at my nakedness, I should have been embarrassed but I wanted this man to have anything he wanted from me. He cupped both of my breasts and murmured to me how fucking beautiful I was and how he was going to fuck me crazy. He released his grip on my breasts and pulled his ‘t’ shirt over his head revealing his strong chest. I rubbed my fingers through his thick black chest hair and over the firm muscles of his powerful black chest. I looked up into his beautiful brown eyes and remember thinking to myself ‘why a black man, why are you doing this with a black man?” I didn’t have an answer; I just knew that I had to have this man.

Ray led me to the bed and sat me down on the edge, then knelt in front of me. He leaned in and kissed me while his hands found and released the waist catch of my borrowed red mini-skirt. As I felt him pull the waistband of my skirt I lifted my hips from the bed allowing him to finish stripping me. He casually flipped my garments over his shoulder into some dark corner and just looked me over. I had overlapping goose bumps waiting for him to say something, needing him to say that he liked what he saw. He finally took his eyes from the parts of my body that no man had ever seen before, looked directly into my eyes and said ‘your one beautiful little white baby gurl’. His hands, which had been resting on my knees slowly parted, opening my legs wide before his gaze.