Well, I didn't see Frank for the rest of the summer, although I did see Jim.  I had a fun summer, with swimming and sailing, and then I headed off to college.  College would be cool.

I dated through the fall term.  I went out with two white guys.  Both of them had sex with me.  They were good and could get me close, but both of them would cum before I did.  And once they came, they stopped.  So it was nice but not great.  Also, I have no problem with taking a guy's cock in my mouth.  I really like to tease them that way.  But the two white guys would never go down on me.  I was curious as to why.  Anyhow, they were not keepers.

I went home at the end of the term for Christmas.  And, lucky me, I saw Frank.  It was nice to see him again.  We met and had coffee a few times and had some nice talks.  It turned out that he was going to work on an internship for his final term, and he would only be about forty minutes from me when I was at college.  We decided to hook up during the term.

About the third week of school, Frank sent me an email.  He wanted to hook up the following weekend.  I was free, so we got together.  And I was really happy we did.

My roommate was home for the weekend, so I had the room to myself.  Frank and I took in a movie and then headed back to the dorm.  We watched a bit of TV in the lounge, and then headed up to my room.  Then the fun began.

Frank wanted me, and I wanted him.  There was no question about that.  We were all over each other the minute I got the door closed.  It wasn't long before he had me in bra and panties.  Now, Frank had a lingerie fetish.  He loved to see a girl dressed in her undies.  So he sort of pushed back, and we sat on my bed and talked.  Of course, he would play a bit here and there.  I thought it was kind of fun.  And then we went back to it.

Now, here I sort of went crazy.  Frank used his mouth on me.  No white guy had ever done that.  It's not like I am a really hairy girl; my pubic hair has always been thin and fine.  And I kept it in a landing strip.  But I never had a guy use his mouth on me.  Frank used his, and he used his fingers too.  And I climaxed from it.  He pushed me all the way over, never letting up and never stopping.  It was divine!  Then he let me cool down, but not too much.  He kept two fingers inside of me playing.

Well, I had to get some sort of revenge.  So I reached down and started to tease him.  Here was where I noticed the first difference between a white guy and a black guy.  Frank's cock was big, but wasn't overly huge.  But the skin felt a bit coarser and rougher.  It was not as sensitive as a white guy's.  Sometimes it seemed as if all he was feeling was my touch and nothing else.  Anyhow, he let me play with it a bit, and then he got me warmed up with his fingers.  He spread my legs and started to mount me.  I reached down and rubbed the tip of his cock over my mound; I love that sensation.

Frank slowly inserted, and I mean slowly.  It was heaven feeling that cock gently and slowly slide inside of me.  When he was all of the way in, he stopped!  He just held his cock inside me, and started pinching and twisting my nipples.  I wrapped my legs around him and gave in to the sheer pleasure.
Well, it wasn't long before Frank began to move.  Very, very slowly, moving in and out.  And I came again!  What could I do?  He had control.  He moved in and out, gradually getting faster and faster.  And finally, he and I were rocking hard on the bed.  It was great.  When he came inside of me, it was heaven.  I could feel his juices.  He pumped real hard three times, and emptied himself.  Then he stayed inside of me until he lost his erection.

Well, I was crazy for this black guy.  First of all, he made me cum first, with his mouth.  Then, when he finally did fuck me, it seemed like he was inside of me forever.  He was great!  I wanted him to take me again.

That was not a problem.  We rested a bit, and I used my mouth on him to get him warmed up.  I was right; the skin on his cock and balls was a little rougher and coarser than a white guy.  I had to work a little harder, but I loved the work.  I wanted him inside of me again.

When he got inside of me, it took him a little longer to climax the second time.  Not that I cared.  I was loving it.  I had to bite my hand to keep from crying out when I climaxed.  Frank was wonderful.
Well, after we finished, we got dressed and Frank headed home.  I decided right then and there that I was going to explore this black guy thing.  And college would be the perfect place to do it.  And, no white guy was going to get inside of my panties for the remainder of the term, and probably the summer.
