This isn't about a white guy falling for a black whore on anything even close to that.
It's just an idea that come to me. We'll follow Eric as he leaves college and moves into life, till...
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Eric is 6 ft 2 in tall and weighs about 215. He has brown hair, hazel eyes and sports a thick nine inch cock. His major is computer science, his minor is in business and he is on the wrestling and boxing teams. He has one of those exercise machines that he can work all muscles groups. Every morning he wakes early and works out for an hour. With a good diet and regular exercise he maintains a chiseled body.
Eric is in his senior year at UCLA. His professors wonder if he swallowed a mother board. This last year he has been writing several software packages. He is carrying a solid 4.0 grade average. There are three months left before he gets his Masters.
Even in high school he was a babe magnet. It was his nice personality and his good looks that did it. Word soon got around that he was a nice guy. If a girl wanted to have a good time and feel special all they had to do was go on a date with him. This was easier said than done. He was very selective in whom he dated. He stayed away from the run of the mill sluts that were all over the place. He only dated the ones that could hold an intelligent conversation and, of course, were hot.
It's Friday afternoon and Eric is reviewing the video he took of the lecture in his computer science class. His phone buzzes.
"Hey, Gary. What's up?"
"Alpha's having a kegger tonight. Wanna go? I can pick you up."
"Sounds good. I haven't been out for a while. And I don't want you to pick me up. I remember what happened last time."
'Oh, yeah. I fell in love and left you there."
"Well, at least your memory is going on you. I'll see you there about seven. OK?"
"OK, bye."
"Later, bud."
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Eric is drawing his second beer from the keg. He turns and sees two women walk in. One is a short brunette and one is blonde. He knows the short brunette, but he has never seen the blonde before. She looks like something that dreams are made of.
He nudges Gary.
"Holy shit. Look at the blonde with Emily. She is fucking hot. Do you know her."
"Wow. You're right and no, I don't know her. You gonna make a move on her."
"I'm not sure. The night is young."
He just stands looking at her. He watches her eyes scan the room and she stops, looking at him. She looks away and he watches her walk toward the table where the bar is set up. He sees the gentle sway of her unrestrained breasts and the roll of her ass cheeks. Her ass is just a little wider than perfect. He thinks to himself, 'If she ever gets that ass moving the laws of physics will never let it stop'. He feels a stirring in his groin. He decides to make contact with her and walks up beside her at the bar.
"Hi, if you like white wine, I recommend that one. It's my favorite."
She just looks at him.
"You trying to get me drunk and take me upstairs?"
He looks into her eyes for a few seconds and answers, "You could have just said, 'No thank you,' but I guess that's not your style."
He turns and walks away.
She finds Emily and asks her, "Do you know that guy there in the blue shirt?"
"Sure do. That's Eric. He's a really nice guy. All the girls are after him."
"Oh shit. I was just rude to him. I may have hurt his feelings. I feel terrible."
"That's a shame. You would be lucky to hook up with him. You'll never meet a nicer guy. Plus, as you can see, he's a hunk and I hear he's hung."
"Come with me. I need to apologize. I need some moral support."
They walk up to Eric and Emily touches him on the shoulder. He turns.
"Eric, I'd like to introduce Tina. Tina, meet Eric."
"We've already met."
"Eric, I want to apologize. You didn't deserve that rude remark. I'm sorry."
"It's OK. I may have come on a little strong."
"No, you didn't. It's just that at these frat parties it seems to the the chosen sport to get some girl drunk and take advantage of them. Please forgive me."
"Let's start over. Hi, I'm Eric. You look thirsty, may I get you a glass of wine?"
"Hi, Eric. Nice to meet you and yes, I'd love some wine."
They both chuckle.
"I guess we got off on the wrong foot."
"Yeah, but it's ok. It's happened before to both of us, I'm sure."
"Do you study here?"
'Yes, I'm a senior."
"What's your major.?"
"Business. I'm going for my MBA. What's yours.?"
"I'm a geek. Computer science."
'Funny. You don't look like a geek."
"Really. What do they look like?"
"Umm, Dark horn rimmed glasses. A plastic pocket protector full of pens in their shirt pocket and they're short. They're afraid of girls and can't talk about anything but computers."
"Well, I hit on one of those. I like to talk about computers, but I'm not afraid of girls. I don't wear glasses and my pens are in my back pack. I guess your assessment is wrong."
"Don't put me on. You're not typical. What do you do besides play with computers?"
"I'm on the wrestling and boxing teams."
"Hmmm. Impressive. A jock geek."
They both chuckle.
"You look like the MBA type. Beautiful, confident and intelligent. You should do well."
"Thanks. That nice to hear."
"I've been hitting the books pretty hard lately. I need to get out and shake out some of the cobwebs. How about we go out for dinner and maybe a little dancing."
"That sounds nice. Give me your phone and I'll give you my number."
She puts her number in his phone as Emily walks up.
"We need to go, Tina. I have some homework to do and an early class."
"OK, I'm ready. Eric, call me tomorrow and let me know what time."
"You're on, Tina. Take care."
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After finishing dinner, Eric and Tina are finishing off a carafe of wine.
"Eric, I hope you don't have a girlfriend that will be upset by your going out with me."
He chuckles.