Remember this was my first time with a girl, I think I lasted ten seconds before ruining a perfectly good blouse.”Terry laughed, “You poor darling..., I’m pleased things have improved for you, so what happened with your virginity?”“I was at Cranwell. They used to throw a Cadet Ball every four months. The girls who attended, were the Horse and Hounds type, coming from well off families. Her name was Dawn; she actually asked me for a dance. That’s what started it. She was quite beautiful in a hard. He left without saying much only goodbye. I decided to dress in a blouse that buttoned up the front with just four buttons. If one was open you could see down to my bra and if two were open you could see my entire bra. I was thinking: “It would be easy to get a hand down or under it.”I knew I wanted Mark to see and maybe feel my breasts. My nipples were hard as diamonds. I decided to put on a skirt that flared rather than one that was tight. I again I wore stockings and a garter belt. But today. “Jesus!” he cried out as Brandi dramatically entered the room, her eyes widening at the sight of the black teen holding his hardness in one hand, and a photograph in the other. He dropped the picture in his desperate attempt to cover himself up.Brandi, barely managing to stifle her laughter, turned away to give him some privacy. As she stared at the white walls of his bedroom, she wondered who was wearing the bikini in the photo she’d seen fall to the ground.The Protector would have been. I wanted to please him. I needed his approval. It was suddenly very important that I looked sexy to him,,, That I could make him happy like a girl would and sexually satisfy him enough that he wanted to blow his load inside me. I didn't expect it but having sex with a hung Black man felt different. I was so much more excited then all the times before and a lil nervous too.I finally made my way on top of him and started kissing down his neck and chest to his belly button when I got to his pants.