#blondegirl

Care to show me around? And maybe something more?

It wasn't the first time I'd accidentally walked into the guy's locker room after basketball practice and while I was embarrassed and they were shocked, the second time it happened, they just started snickering.

When I did it a third time, they were just, like, "hey, Krista, whassup?" and invited me to stay. My parents could never understand why I'd enrolled at an HBCU after high school, but I'd always felt more at ease with black guys, even during high school. I'd always found them cute and funny and some were downright sexy as hell! I hadn't so much lost my virginity to a black guy as much as I'd practically thrown myself at the hottest athlete at my high school. And I'd never regretted the experience.

Of course, some of the athletes at college had gotten used to being chased by white girls, but I developed into a kind of a casual friend first and a booty call second to several of them. I was somebody they could talk to and sometimes those talks developed into an overnight stay. It was a chance for both of us to explore our fantasies and I learned so much about what pleases a black man in bed. I became really good at playing whatever role made him hot. Sometimes it was soft and romantic, other times he would just want me to submit and tell him just how upset my parents would be at the things he was doing to me. And for him, my orgasm was just the icing on the cake.

You... me... a lazy day. What could we possibly do now?

Since I was barefoot in the photo, I wonder if that's why some guys said they wanted to get me pregnant...?