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 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.