My name is Nicole. I am a young Black woman living in Boston. Man, do I have a story to tell you. It's about the time I met the love of my life and was introduced to a whole new world. In life, sometimes things happen and you never see them coming. Since you're going to be hanging with me for some time, I think I should let you know who you're dealing with. I'm a caramel-skinned sister, standing five feet ten inches tall, with short black hair and pale green eyes. My eyes are naturally green, I get them from my father's side of the family. My father was biracial. Half Mexican and half Black. My mother was a jet-black African American beauty queen when they met and produced beautiful me. Since there are males reading this, and probably some jealous hussies, let me let you know the fine details of my physique. I got chest. I got face. I got ass. I've got a bubble butt, actually. The kind that makes the boys go crazy and drives the girls mad with jealousy. I've been called a dime piece and an ebony goddess by many a man. Since it's an accurate description of me, I don't bother correcting them.
Anyway, I live in Boston and I go to Suffolk University. I want to become a police officer someday. My father was a cop. My mother was a social worker. Being a civil servant is sort of in my blood, wouldn't you say? So, here I was at school when the whole thing began. I was in my accounting class when this fine-looking brother walked in. I mean, the boy was fine! He was around six-foot-two, dark-skinned, a bit hefty but pretty in the face. He was well-dressed and had a great smile. He had a football player's build and I loved that about him on the spot. By chance or by design, he sat in my row.
I smiled to myself. Maybe God was smiling down at me on this day. I looked at him and noticed that he was even cuter up close. I had to get his attention. I 'accidentally' let my pen fall and he picked it up for me. I smiled, thanked him and asked him his name. The brother's name was Stephen. He was a new student at Suffolk, straight from Georgia. I licked my lips. Since he was new in town, he probably didn't have a girlfriend. This was too easy.
The next time I ran into Stephen was at the school library, later that day. I didn't follow him, I swear. There he was, sitting at a table by himself, reading. There's something so sexy about a cute guy reading. Most cute guys I know aren't too bright. They get by on their looks, just like many dumb females I know. I could tell that Stephen didn't fit into that category. I approached him and greeted him. He smiled at me and pulled the chair for me. I usually pull my own chair and I don't expect anyone to do it for me but a nice gesture is always appreciated. So, we sat down and started talking. Stephen was reading Fundamentals of Criminal Justice. I was surprised. We were both in the same field. Stephen laughed and told me about his dream of one day becoming a police officer. I grinned, since it was my dream too. He went on, telling me about his life in Atlanta. I didn't really listen. I was too busy imagining that fine body of his in a dark police uniform. Man, officer Stephen would be welcome to strip search me any damn time! Heck, I'd probably fake being a criminal just to feel his manly hands on me. We talked for some time. So much that I almost ended up late for my next class, Psychology. I didn't really mind. Stephen was so cute and smart and easy to talk to. He seemed a bit shy but in a good way, you know. A cute guy who's a bit shy is a lot more appealing that a good-looking guy who is cocky. I've heard men say that good-looking women are often bitches. Well, good-looking guys with a lot of confidence can sometimes be jerks, too. It goes both ways.
When I went to my dorm that night, I did my homework real quick and then lay on my bed, thinking. Last year around this time, I was a senior at Randolph high school. I still lived with my dysfunctional family. Now, thank heavens, I was finally on my own. All my years of hard work in high school paid off. I was a young Black woman in a school full of rich white kids. It's only my brains which got me there. Maintaining a high GPA. Key to keeping the academic scholarship I had won. It's weird, you know.
