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My first true
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My first true My first real "lover" was a deep chocolate older gentleman named Gerald C. By older I mean he was in his early 20's and I was 16. I had been with a few guys my own age and although I enjoyed myself it was nothing compared to when Gerald and I finally met. He worked with my mom and always asked her about her pretty .She thought he was talking about my older sister and when she told him she had left for college he finally said no, not her , I mean Denise. I remember the night my mother told me what he had said, I was surprised and excited and just couldn't get it out of my mind. I knew G and had flirted shamelessly with him but didn't realize he had actually noticed. I was young and naive with low self-esteem; my older sister was the good girl, drill team and cheer leading, popular and always winning some type of award. I was the chubby goth chic, drama geek and stoner, the bad girl. Gerald was a former college athlete, smooth shaved head and deep chocolate skin, his body was ripped and well toned, he had blown his knee in a college football game and lost his dream of going pro, as well as his athletic scholarship. To hear that this incredibly hot guy was interested in me.... I was blown away! We dated for about a month before we finally slept together. As I said, I had been with guys my own age but never with a guy who actually knew what he was doing! Gerald was patient and caring, he enjoyed introducing me to new positions and taught me how to please a man orally. He was a<b> skilled </font></b>lover and we would spend hours exploring each others bodies. He opened me up to trying something (oral, anal, toys) before I dismissed it. His passion for my plus sized body built my confidence and showed me that sexy is not defined by the size of your body but by the openness of your mind and imagination. The one position that he could never get me to try was woman on top. I don't know why but I resisted it every time he tried. Our affair lasted for almost a year and ended when he asked me to marry him. I was just entering my senior year in high school, so young, too young. At the mention of marriage my parents went ballistic. It was 1980 and interracial marriage was still illegal in many states. While my parents (mainly my dad) had pressured me about dating a black man, marriage was a new level that neither parent would abide by. My mother was concerned about my age (17 at this point) my father was livid about his baby girl marrying a black man, he threatened to kill Gerald and forbade me to see him again. I explained this all to Gerald and although it was painful we broke up. Life moved on and I graduated High school, drifting in my life, I sang in a punk band, did large size modeling (runway and catalog) and just partied like a crazy person. Just after my 21st birthday my mom told me that she had seen Gerald and he had asked about me. She gave me his number and with shaking hands I called it. His voice was still silky smooth and we agreed to meet up.... for old times. One look at him, one kiss, and we immediately left for his apartment, to be alone. We spent hours re-exploring each others bodies,all the old tricks he had taught me and a few new ones I had learned since we had parted, hours rushed by. As it grew late I knew I had to be going, but I needed one more thing... I laid him down flat on the bed, my lips and mouth planting kisses as I worked my way down to his beautiful rock hard cock. I told him to close his eyes and when he complied I raised myself up and mounted him. As his cock slid into me his eyes popped open and a very large smile crept across his face... I will never forget how powerful that moment was. I "performed" for him gripping and kneading my breasts, my mouth reaching down and licking and sucking my own nipple. His eyes were glued to me, watching as I rode him, I told him how good it felt with each stroke. His hands reached up and squeezed my hard nipples as I bucked with yet another orgasm. It was one of the most satisfying orgasms I have had in my entire sexual life... top 3. I sometimes regret my decision to not fight more for Gerald, but in the grand scheme of things, it was the right decision for the time. Those magical moments opened my mind to all aspects of my sexuality, they shaped my love of all things oral and my willingness to try new and different things. My time with Gerald also opened me to dating outside my own race. I have probably been with more people outside my race than within.... I have a special memory of a young Pakistani man but that is another story... |
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