After barely graduating from high school, the situation at home with my parents was strained at best. I took a job in the city, and a coworker helped me get an apartment in her building. While glad to have my first real job and my very own apartment, I was lonely. I am, as some would say "Rubenesque." Others would call me chubby. But most 18-year-old boys just called me fat. Needless to say it was difficult to find dates, let alone finding someone to pop my cherry.
One day I was buying my lunch at the convenience store on the first floor of my office building. At the counter I met Sampson, the new clerk. He was tall and dark, from East Africa, here to find a good woman. His molasses colored skin and intense eyes seduced me. After a few flirty encounters, he asked me out to lunch. It was obvious to me early on that I was not who he thought I was. My mother had bought my clothes for work, and so he did not know that I wore the clothes of a punk rock wannabe on my own time. He wanted a good Methodist girl to take home and fill with babies. All of this aside, there was something about the thought of his dark skin next to mine that made me very wet. I had been masturbating since I was sixteen and still had not gotten off. That night after the lunch date, I spent hours playing with my clit, feeling good, and never climaxing. I decided that I just needed to be fucked. I did not care if I had a boyfriend, I just wanted dick. And I decided that Sampson was going to be my first.
I approached him the next day and we stepped outside to talk. I told him that he should come to my house for coffee after work. He thought that we could just meet somewhere, but I convinced him that he should come to my apartment. I was done at three, and he was of at five, so I had two hours to get myself ready. I had a dress that had belonged my mother. It was a white lace and gauze caftan, and I did not wear anything under it. When Sampson got to my house he seemed on edge. I touched his hand and leaned into him to kiss his cheek. He would not touch me. In fact, he suggested that we go for a drive into the mountains. So I reluctantly put on my black docs and grabbed a long black jacket and we took my car for a drive to the mountains. It was rush hour, and it took forever to get out of the city. All the while, I touched his arm or hand as often as I could. And Sampson just kept shrinking away from me. I couldn't understand it. He had asked me out, so I thought that he must at least find me attractive. But each time I made a move, he got increasingly polite. He wanted to get out and walk around, so I found a parking lot at a trailhead. There weren't any other cars parked, so the trail was likely empty. I left my jacket, and we headed down the closest path.
