My black beauty is full of nervous excitement, I'm her "little blonde white girl," the object of her desires. I wonder how many like me she's had but ... don't want to know, not many, I know that much. I might even be the first.We have all night and morning to talk, be together and make love, I'm going to remember this for the rest of my life so I'm not going to rush things. But I'm Chloe's conquest, I'll let her decide how she wants me. I fingered her hard in the ladies room earlier this evening. My dick remained hard. Neither of us had any hair, I remember. After what seemed like an eternity, probably 15 whole minutes of staring, she pulled up her pants and, looking at my erect penis the whole way, walked outside. I, of course, very proud of myself, went to the bathroom to masturbate. I hadn't quite connected orgasm to having sex with girls at that point, but I did know that I really needed to rub myself right then. I ejaculated into the toilet and flushed.. .'protected'? It was that time when I saw him first. He justhappened to glance at me as I peeked out from behind the corner in thehall, and I was struck to the very depths of my heart and my soul.Our eyes locked but for only a moment or two, but something passedbetween us because I could see that I'd garnered his attention if but fora moment in time. Now you must understand that I wasn't much of a boy.My hair was unduly long and I often wore my older sister's hand me downsthat were. She talked inside the bedroom and came out with her lips pressed twisted like a regularly denied teen girl. “What happened sweetheart?” I asked her. She put her head down looking into her phone.“As usual, he took his spare clothes in the office and went to Tanjore for some college work. He won’t come for another three days.” I kind of got excited now but still had confusions on how to make my moves.“This happens again and again, I don’t know what I will do all alone for 3 days in the night. I.