A Special Girl
Keywords: Girl, Special, A,
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Please allow me to introduce myself. My name is Steven Brun. I'm a young Black guy living in the city of Boston. I recently graduated from high school and started college. I go to Boston College. It's a school full of rich white kids but I'm liking it so far. The city is big, much bigger than the small town that I came from. I'm from Fitchburg, by the way. It's a nice place. Much smaller than Boston, though. The city of Boston surprised me. So big and full of bright lights. So far, I'm loving it. I would like to tell you about some of my most recent adventures. One of these adventures led me to the person I would end up loving for the rest of my life.
I came to the city and I was glad to be there. I was the third in my family to go to college. My older brother Vince went to UMass and recently got a Bachelor's degree in Computer Science from that school. My cousin Mario went to Bridgewater State College and graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice. Currently, he's at the Police Academy. They are my inspirations. We are young Black men trying to make it in the world. I was just glad to leave Fitchburg. It feels good to get away from the small town where I grew up. I felt like I was suffocating there.
I had been in the city for a couple of months and so far, I hadn't met any interesting women. I met some but they weren't that interesting. Some of these females were crazy. Also, rich, big-city black women tend to be stuck up. They won't even look at a brother. I saw a lot of them who looked at me the same way I would look at a rat. I didn't care. I was gonna focus on my studies. I was gonna get my degree and get an awesome job. I didn't care if some females had an attitude problem. I would simply have to wait to meet an interesting girl. Speaking of interesting girls, I've got to tell you about one. There was this girl named Jessica in my Writing class. She was a slender white girl, with dark brown hair and light brown eyes. She seemed interesting. I remember that she was always saying some interesting things in class.
Jessica was the only girl inside the whole school whom I thought might be worth knowing. Also, she had a dog. I've seen her with a mutt. I'm an animal lover. Yeah, she's an animal lover too and she wants to be a nurse someday. I also knew that she was raised by her ex-Marine father who always wanted a son but since he got a daughter, ended up raising her in much the same way he would have raised a son. Jessica was quite the tomboy. You got it. We're talking about the kind of girl who wears overalls to the mall and a baseball cap no less. She was different from many of the girls I knew. Most females I knew were really into clothes and stuff. I'm not into fashion. The stuff I wear is strictly Phat Pharm and sometimes Sean John's. Oh, and I gotta have my black Timberland boots. I have to have those.
I remember when I met Jessica. I was hanging out with some guys around Boston Common. We were just throwing the football around. It was just me, Jason and Mark. Jason's a slim Latin dude who looks a little bit like that famous dude, Santana. Mark's a tall, lean white dude with blond hair. He wears black and blue all the time and looks like a cop but he's actually friendly. There we were. Three guys who knew each other in high school and ended up going to the same college. Jason threw the football and I leapt to catch it. It soared above my head and went right past me. I chased after it, running through the grass. I stopped.
Someone had caught the football. Some skinny guy under a white hooded sweatshirt. I approached the dude. "Nice catch." I said. Just then, the wind blew and the hoody on the sweatshirt flew backwards, revealing the face of the person underneath. I found myself staring into the face of a girl. A rather pretty girl, actually. She smiled at me and handed me the football. I was gawking. Not just because the girl was pretty but because she had caught the ball. Mark has a strong arm. When he throws, he puts all of his strength into it. I know this because we played together in high school, on the Junior Varsity football team.
The girl looked at me. " Here's your ball," she said. I took it. " Hey, you wanna come play with us?" She hesitated. I extended my hand. " I'm Steve, how are you doing?" She shook my hand. She had a strong grip. " I'm Jessica, " she said. We walked back toward my friends and I introduced them. Jessica joined us. She could run and catch a ball, alright. She was pretty impressive. Of the three of us, Mark was the best athlete. I like football just fine but I prefer wrestling. I'm on the school's wrestling team. I stand six feet four inches tall and I weigh two hundred and fifty five pounds. I've loved wrestling ever since my father took me to a match when I was around ten years old. I got into it in high school. I won first place at the state championships in my weight class last year. Back when I was a senior in high school. I didn't think I could get so worked up over a game of football but playing with the guys and Jessica had been fun. We played for half an hour, then returned to the dorms. Jessica excused herself and went her own way. I watched her go. She was...interesting.
The next day, I went to class. I had to take this writing class. I didn't know why. My major was Business Administration. I don't know what writing has to do with business. Except of course for signing contracts or something. My advisor put it in my schedule so I had to take it. Guess who sat next to me? A girl with short dark hair tucked under a Red Sox baseball cap. She wore a red shirt featuring Rob Zombie, black jeans and boots. She recognized me and smiled. We quietly greeted each other. Our teacher was this middle-aged white woman with silver-streaked black hair. She was talking about some books. I didn't really pay attention. Writing was an elective. I was a decent writer in high school. I never got lower than a "B" in my English classes. Class continued. When it ended, I headed outside. When Jessica came out, I greeted her again. Something about this girl had caught my attention. I talked to her and ended up getting her cellphone number. I smiled to myself. Things were starting to look up!
The next time I saw Jessica, she was hanging out with some guys at this club in South Boston. I recognized some of them as members of the basketball team. Jessica met the basketball team captain, Lance Brown at the gym. Apparently, they were in the same kick-boxing class. This girl seemed to do a lot of man-type activities. I didn't know many women who liked to play football and were into mixed kick-boxing classes. This girl was interesting. I saw her on the dance floor, clad in a little black dress and that athletic body of hers moved to a rhythm all its own as Busta Rhymes's voice filled the room.
I approached Jessica. She was surprised to see me. I could tell. "Hey, Steve." She said. "Wanna dance?" I asked. She nodded. We started grooving to the wonderful singing voice of Alicia Keys and let the dance floor and the atmosphere of the club sweep us. She was a good dancer. I loved feeling her sexy body against mine. We danced and danced. Jessica was something else! This was my first time seeing Jessica in a dress and she looked hot! I'm pleased to say that she isn't like most white girls I knew. She has a really fine butt! We danced the night away.
When I went home, I couldn't stop thinking about this girl. I saw her everywhere. At the club. At the park. Who in hell was she and where did she come from? I asked around campus but no one seemed to remember her or know who she was. She reminded me of someone, I simply didn't know who. Who was Jessica? I didn't see her around campus for awhile. I thought about her a lot. It's not everyday that a man meets a girl like that. Jessica seemed really cool. She liked sports. She liked comic books. She could catch a football thrown by an MVP. She was easy to talk to and fun to hang out with. I bet you wish your girlfriend was like that. Yeah, me too. Still, life waits for no one. Jessica was gone. I had to move on, in spite of my growing fascination with her.
I met another girl named Tamika and she was alright. Tamika was a nice-looking black girl. She stood just under five ten, curvy, with skin the color of a Hershey bar. She had a pretty face, a nice figure, large and firm breasts and a really nice butt. Nice and round, a bubble butt. Just the way I liked them. Tamika was in my accounting class. The first time I saw her, I thought she looked hot. Tall and curvy, sexy as hell. Also, she had a spectacular ass. Black women have fine butts but hers was in a league of its own. I approached her and we started talking. She came from Chicago. She was new to Boston. She was studying Business Management. She was all alone in the city. A fine woman all by herself in the city. Can you blame me for wanting to keep her company?
Tamika and I started going out shortly after. She was easy going. Two weeks after we started going out, she invited me back to her dorm. The girl sat me down on the bed and stood before me. She stripped, removing her sexy clothing and showing me that sexy body. I looked at her. Her body looked so damn hot. I got up and we started kissing. I caressed her face, and moved to her neck and back, until my hands found what they were looking for in the first place. I cupped her sexy butt cheeks in my hands. They felt fine. Tamika moaned as I squeezed her fine buttocks. She stood naked, her body pressing against mine. We fell on the bed. Quickly I removed my shirt and pants. I never wear any underwear. Tamika laughed. When she saw my dick, she went quiet. Yeah, it has that effect on women. We're talking about a nine-inch black jungle snake here! She licked her lips. I knew what she wanted and I was willing to give it to her. She knelt before me and took my cock into her mouth. I felt Tamika's warm mouth around my cock. She started sucking it. She sucked my cock and licked my balls.
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Keywords: Girl, Special, A,