Natalia Darque tells, "based on true life stories," of her college days in Texas. In a repressed racial environment, just emerging from the Civil Rights Era, she finds herself in a forbidden interracial sexual situation.
A cheerleader at her college, she finds herself unreasonably attracted to the star player on the school's basketball team. Who happens to be 6'5", lean, muscular and Black as the Ace of Spades.
Whatever is Natalia to do?
Come check out this Kindle book to see how she handles herself!
This is an 8,000 plus word short story. Also included is an excerpt of Volume 2 in her story, Drake's Double Delight.
Here is an excerpt of Confessions of a Sorority Girl: Interracial Delight
I admit I felt intimidated. Growing up in 1980’s Texas, in an all-white school, I was not used to being anywhere near black men, much less a six-foot, five-inch, chiseled, shaved-headed ebony athlete that made me weak in the knees at the mere sight of him.
Sensing my nervousness, he said with a slight chuckle, “Could I have the honor of this dance?” I came to my senses and noticed that the new DJ had shifted from a thumping dance tune to a slow, easy song.
“I would like that very much,” I managed to say without stuttering.
Taking my hand, he led me easily to the middle of the dance floor. With a quick glance, I saw that I was the only white girl on the dance floor. My sorority sisters were scattered around the room, but none were dancing.
Once in the middle of the floor, Drake faced me and gently put his arms around my narrow waist. Hesitating slightly, because of the obvious watching eyes, I gradually moved my arms up to encircle his neck.
Looking down on me from a foot above me, I craned my neck to keep eye contact with him.
He looked down at me and said, “Cheerleader, right?”
I replied, “Yeah, I thought I recognized you while you were in the DJ booth. You play basketball?”
“I sure do. I’ve seen you cheering for us at the games. Thanks.”
I replied, “Hey, you guys are the best show in town. Our football team sucks!”
He chuckled appreciatively.
I noticed that his body was lean… very lean. I had never felt such muscles on a guy before. Even in high school, when the football team’s quarterback took me to a hotel room after the prom, I hadn’t felt anything like this.
I slid my arms down his rippled back to where I could encircle his waist with my hands. With my fingers sliding up and down his back, my sensitive thumbs felt the edges of his rock hard abs. My thumbs slid over layer after layer of muscle. Was that a six-pack or an eight-pack?
For two hours I stayed on the dance floor, but only with Drake. We talked, danced and got to know each other. He was very charming, and not at all what I expected of a black man. I discovered that many of my own attitudes and beliefs were totally off-base.
Looking around, I saw that I was the only Alpha left in the house. The others had decided to make an appearance and leave. I was alone.
But when I felt Drake’s semi-hardened cock inside his pants pressed against me, I knew I didn’t care what happened. To hell with the Alphas! Feeling his size against me, and knowing that it was far larger than what I had accommodated in the past, I wondered if I could take it. But I decided that I was up for the challenge at least.
My nipples were hard inside my shirt, but they could be seen through the top I was wearing. The feeling they gave me when they brushed against his chest gave me goosebumps. I noticed Drake continually glancing down at my hardened nipples, and sneaking glances of my boobs down my shirt as we danced.
After what seemed like an eternity, he asked, “Baby, would you like to go my room?”
I was breathless that he finally asked. I was wet and aching with anticipation after feeling his huge cock.
I glanced around to see if anyone was looking at me. When I saw nobody was, I said, “Sure. That sounds great."
About Natalia Darque
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Published October 18, 2011
by Darque of Night Publishing.
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.