The idea of "variety is the spice of life" is appealing to me, but it's not as simple as picking up a loaf of bread at the grocery store.The sad truth...is, my aspirations were more fantasy than reality until the day I met Nicole.Nicole was a perky girl and nothing about her said, 'sex'. She was a doll, somewhere between cute and adorable. Nicole's face was a ten for those keeping score. Her body was petite. She stood five feet two and like in the song, "But, oh, what those five foot could do.". The cream was some kind of cover cream used by girls in those daysto cover any spots or acne. Babs didn't usually need it as her skin wasflawless. She sometimes got the odd spot when she was on her periodwhich she would grumble about. The cream was not really necessary as Ireally didn't have a beard line but it gave me some confidence. Nextcame the pink lipstick. This was an odd sensation but not unpleasant, Iwas used to the taste of it from kissing Babs. In fact wearing lipstickwas like. I was sexually active with my focus on black men for their obvious sexual prowess and their big black cocks. I was never really looking for a boyfriend, but more multiple sexual partners for my own pleasure and sexual exploration. By that age, I did more things with boys than 99% of the girls out there. I had been gangbanged and fucked over and over by so many black guys. I’ve been fucked by straight, bi and gay black men as a boy and a sissy. I could be proud that my ass was exclusive to big. I looked at myself in the mirror while I put them on and could see me ass almost sticking out at the bottom of the shorts. I laced up the front tightly knowing that all the jumping up and down I expected to do at the game I could easily make myself come if I had wanted to. The top Gary picked out was a red football jersey that I had worn to a Halloween party the previous year which had gotten a lot of men's attention. I had cut the bottom half of the jersey off so that my midsection was bare..