I never planned on crossing that line. I was just a regular white girl from the suburbs, twenty-four, straight as they come, until I met her at the bar that night. Her name was Lena, tall and dark-skinned with curves that made my mouth dry. We talked for hours, her voice low and teasing, and by last call she had me pressed against her apartment door, her full lips on mine.
Her hands slid under my shirt, fingers dark against my pale stomach, and I shivered. "You ever been with a black girl before?" she asked, voice rough. I shook my head. She smiled, pulled my top off, and sucked one nipple hard. The contrast of her mouth on my skin lit me up.
We stripped fast. Her body was all smooth brown curves, heavy breasts with dark nipples, thick thighs and a shaved pussy that glistened when she spread her legs. I dropped to my knees without thinking. She tasted rich and salty, her clit swelling under my tongue while her fingers gripped my blonde hair. "That's it, white girl. Eat that black pussy," she growled. I licked deeper, loving how her juices coated my chin.
Lena pulled me up, bent me over the bed, and spanked my ass until it stung. Then she pushed two fingers inside me, pumping hard. "Look at this tight white cunt taking me," she said. I moaned loud, pushing back. She added a third finger and fucked me until I came shaking.
We switched. She lay back and I climbed on, grinding my pussy against hers. Our wetness mixed, her dark lips sliding against my pink ones. The sight of it made me wild. She grabbed my hips and rocked up, clit rubbing clit until we both screamed through another orgasm.
Later she pulled out a thick black strap-on. I watched her buckle it on, the dark silicone shining. She bent me over again and slid it in slow, then pounded me deep. Every thrust made my tits bounce and my ass ripple. "Tell me you love black dick," she demanded. "I love it," I gasped. She reached around and rubbed my clit until I squirted all over her thighs.
We fucked for hours, switching positions, her riding my face while I fingered her ass, me on top grinding until my legs gave out. By morning I was sore, marked with her handprints and hickeys, and already craving more. That night turned me from a curious white girl into someone who couldn't stop thinking about her black lover's body and the way it owned mine.
