In the whirlwind of my mid-twenties dating life, I truly never noticed Jean’s color. I realized her skin was darker then mine, that she was indeed a black girl but really it had been her intelligent deep eyes, her wit and the way she simply could not keep her hands off me that had me dating the girl that first year of college more so then the color of her skin. Born, raised and living in an insular well-off Puerto Rican community I had never truly had the chance, until college, to be around white girls, black girls or any other ethnicity other then my own
“You truly like a girl for who she is Dan,” Jane said looking down at me from over her big wide chest, undulating through the orgasm she had just ridden me to. “That is the best quality about you…and of course, your magnificent cock.”
Jane left me that very next night, she had been awarded a chance to study abroad and we never saw each other again. Now some ten years later I find as I walk amongst the quad at work, saying hi to everyone, white men, black girls, various people of Asian ethnicity, I realize maybe it is my blindness to a person’s skin color, my inability to either be repelled or attracted to a race that maybe is my very best quality.
But then I think, hey I do have a magnificent cock to!