Her milk chocolate face stared back at her. While she thought herself at least pleasant to look at, she knew the color issue was always going to stand...between them. It was an impossible dream and the most she could hope for was to be his mistress… his colored mistress. At least that was still legal in California, if frowned upon. For all their self-righteousness, white men and colored women had been having sex since before American slavery existed and if you were to believe the rumors, there. Below the projector was a stone table on which food and other goods could be placed. Today, there were ceramic mugs and a carafe of coffee.Occupying the center of the room was a huge conference table made of polished stone capable of seating twenty people. The table rather than being rectangular in shape was trapezoidal with the broad end open towards the projection screen. There was a seat at the narrow end of the table. This would give each person a clear view of the screen. The table was. I saw Lisa entering the room.Lisa: Hey, hero!Me: Lisa.Lisa: What are you up to today?Me: No idea. Lisa: Same here. I’m hoping to have some fun today, tomorrow I’m back to work. Maybe we’ll do something together, go out or something.Me: I don’t know. Maybe.Lisa: I want to treat you for saving me.Me: Hahaha! There’s no need for that.Lisa: Being called a hero is enough?Me: Yes! Hahaha!Lisa: Hahaha! You know.She pushed herself into me, my hands were on her butt. I love the feeling of her breasts on. Everyone has that thing going on for craving like sex. Now this was mine craving and I was kind of shy person but my crush made my first sex experience so amazing that it just changed myself and made me a guy with bold moves.The girl I am going to talk about is also from Patiala and my very first crush, she had been my crush since childhood from like 1st grade and her name was Natasha (not real ). Now I could never express my feelings at that age to her although I did but that was just as kids.