He suddenly felt horny, which was not exactly wierd, as he wasn’t that far away from puberty. It had been years since he’d gotten wood out of nowh...re, though, usually there was a woman around when it happened. He’d just moved out of the house to go to college last year. He would be studying for a calculus exam if this weren’t so important, special enough to come home for dinner and a talk about Mom’s suicide attempt, treatment, and where they’d go from here.He walked into the kitchen and looked. I knew that he wants to have sex with me. So I too wanted to take this opportunity. So I was also encouraging asked him if we could go some where more private. We ended up inside a hallway when he pulled me into a bedroom, locking the door behind us. He instantly dropped to his knees in front of me and quickly undressed me. He starts kissing me as we fall to the bed. We then had great sex. He finishes and, in seconds, I’m pulled to my feet, skirt pulled down and shirt put back into place. It. Me: Hi, What is your name? (Even though I knew her name I panicked and asked her)J: Its Jessy, and I already know your name. (and smiled at me)Me: Do you know why you are here now?J: Yes, your girlfriend filled me in.Me: So, are you sure that you are ok with this or were you forced into it.J: I was not forced when she told me that you were looking for some excitement. I have heard several good things about you from her. I was curious to see you. But I never expected that I will meet you in such. My preference is for tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black women. I have always loved Black women. Growing up, I had pictures of Janet Jackson, Toni Braxton and Pam Grier in my room. I’ve never been one to lust after the likes of Sharon Stone, Jennifer Lopez or any other non-Black starlets. Yet when I approach these Black women on campus, they’re really not feeling me. This has caused me to take a hard look at myself. Rejection can happen to any man. It’s all about what you do.