The Caribbean Girl

In college I had a friend from the Caribbean. We were just commonplace social friends.

Until my senior year.

She was telling me about how stressed she was about finals so I told her to hang out with me, I had rum.

She agreed.

We went to our college's cross country trail and sat on a giant rock. We spent an hour talking about finals and drinking our destressor.

Once the rum was gone we goofed off some more, I noticed she was closing in on me.

Then she kissed me.

She had jet black hair, cocoa brown skin, and had a fruity smell. I went with it.

We were kissing, playing around. She undid my pants and pulled me out. She started pumping with her hand. I lifted her skirt. I slid her panties down. We were lying in the grass at this moment. I play with her bush, it is more course than some of the Caucasian girl I am usually wish, and curly.

She is soaking wet.

I finger bang her furiously. She pumps her hand at an equal rate, Our lips never part from each other.

I feel something wrap around my fingers as she silently moans. She is having an orgasm, her vaginal muscles clenching my fingers. I never felt that before.

I feel a familiar welling up inside. I warn her, she nods.

As she jacks me I cum, spraying her belly and the surrounding ground.

We retrieve our clothes and to this day act like it never happened.