I met her when she was moving from the dorms on Chapel Hill to an apartment just off campus. She was carrying a box of, ahem, "personal" items when she must have stumbled over her own two feet and sent the contents scattering across the hallway. 

I have been told that I have a knack for arriving at the perfect time, as I was rounding the stairs just as everything went kersplat. I couldn't help but stifle a giggle and I saw her sit up straight and I imagined the look on her face was one of mortification.

Her body language was one of defeated reluctance, as though she knew that her first day in the building would see her branded as a sex fiend. 

Breaking the tension, I joked with her, "I have that one in my collection," as she picked up a bright purple crystal plug. She simply shook her head and I took a few steps closer to offer my assistance. 

We exchanged pleasantries or as much as one could while picking various sex toys. There were a few times that I stopped to marvel at what she had, as it put mine to shame. I tried not to linger too long but I mean, how often do you get a chance to take a peek into a stranger's sex life?

Once we got all the toys sorted back into the box, we both stood up and, for the first time, I looked at her. I mean really, truly looked at her. She was a fucking fox.

Introducing myself as I offered my hand, she took it and we shook. Her name was Chanda. I paid attention to her naturally curly black hair and how it seemed to bounce effortlessly when she moved. Her brown eyes were more caramel, a few shades darker than her skin. 

I knew I was staring. I couldn't help myself. I classify women as princesses, queens, and goddesses. This petite beauty was a caramel Charlize Theron and could have walked on clouds because she was so divine. 

For those who want to ask, I do love black woman who embrace their naturally curly hair. It's fucking, insanely sexy. 

I noticed that she was also a few inches taller than me and that every part of her was soft. There was not an inch of harshness in her frame. 

Tilting her head to get my attention, again because I was in my own little world, she smiled charmingly and laughed  because she so clearly knew I was checking her out. 

Though it may seem awkward, absolutely none of it was. I was already quite aware of who I was, sexually. We had a few good chuckles about the box spilling as I offered to carry it to her door so she could open it without further attempts at her own mortification.  

I could tell that she really wasn't in a place to talk. The mounds of boxes behind her were further proof. I told her that if she wanted anything, she was always invited over. 

We shook hands and this time the contact lingered a little bit longer and we both smiled at one another. She reached up and tucked my bangs back behind my ear. There was a moment of silence as I could tell she didn't know if she should have moved her hand or kept it on the side of my head, adoring.

Not wanting to tempt fate, I was the one who broke contact first and bid her a good afternoon. She watched me to my door and as I opened mine, she closed hers.

I got inside. Locked the door behind me and took a very long and steady shower, wherein I played with myself, fantasizing about fucking her. 

A few nights later, I ran into her at a little gathering on campus after every home game. She smiled when our eyes met and she sauntered to me in her overalls and mid drift baring top.  We had a few drinks and got to talking about life and who we were.

After the gathering was over, we walked back to our apartment building.  The walk was a bit long, but the company and continued conversation, mingled with the increased level of flirting and touching, made it seem much shorter than it was.

I offered her a drink at my place as we began to walk up the stairs and to watch some TV. Back in those days, Cinemax had a lot of sleazy movies on late at night and we both thought it would be hilarious to watch one together. One became two of them.

Midway through the first one, Chanda leaned in me and I accommodated her. My hand would soon wrap around the back of my couch and around her and she snuggled into my embrace.

I couldn't help but run my hands through her hair. She cooed and smiled, shifting more onto me and my lap, while telling me that it relaxed her and to please keep doing it. 

Honestly, it wasn't her hair I wanted to stroke by this time. I could tell she wanted more as well, as she slowly began to massage my left thigh during one of the many sex scenes. 

I felt the pang of desire hit my body and I was suddenly hypersensitive. There were goose pimples all over my body and she stopped and propped herself up and asked if I was OK. 

I nodded my head as if giving her silent permission and she used her arms to straighten herself up to kiss me tenderly. The touch was brief but hung between us for what seemed like an eternity. 

Chanda made the first move and I was now determined to make sure it wasn't wasted. I pulled her to me and kissed her again. This time, it deepened. It was more passionate. There was obvious hunger.  

Then, as soon as it started, she pulled away. The look of shock on her face betrayed the realization of what she had done. 

"It's okay," I told her, running the back of my fingers against her cheek and then a finger drew across her bottom lip, "I wanted the kiss, too."

I leaned in for another kiss and savored the taste of her lips, "I want more than this kiss. I want you. This-"

I am unable to remember if I had said something else or had started to but Chanda had straightened herself on my lap and now straddled it and we were kissing feverishly and hungrily.  

I fumbled for the buckle to her overalls and, once it was undone, she lifted her crop top and revealed two perky breasts bared to the night air and my eyes. She was so perfectly formed that she didn't even need a bra. Her tiny nipples were the perfect compliment to all that she was and I remember pulling her to me so that I could taste her and nip on those incredible bits of taut flesh. 

"I need a good fuck," she moaned against the side of my head, as she pushed her breasts more fully into my mouth. When I bit down on her, she cried my name, then laughed in both delirious pleasure and humor. 

We had both wanted to fuck one another since our first meeting. We giggled about it as we came back to Earth for a moment before I pushed her off me and took her hand.

I led her to my bedroom. A goddess like her was no mere fuck. She demanded a proper bedding. I was intent on giving it to her. 

She surprised me upon entering the room and shimmered the overalls off and slid down her panties before climbing onto my bed, on her knees and on the edge. 

The memory of her makes me wet to this day. I came to her side and I started to undress when I saw her reach up with two soft but skilled hands to help me with my top and bra.

She proceeded down to my shorts. Taking off my lucky shorts revealed a red lace g-string. Chanda leaned back with wide eyes and biting her bottom lip before reaching for me.

We then went to the bed. She caressed my shoulder and then guided my face and lips towards her own. Kissing Chanda was magnificent. She was soft and deliberate, giving yet demanding. The kiss was long and passionate. As I was kissing her, my hands fondled and pinched her nipples.

When my teeth bit down on her nipples, she cried out and asked me where my toys were at. I smiled wickedly at her before I got up and walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top dresser drawer, revealing my collection of dildos, nipple clamps, whips, handcuffs, ball gags, and some assorted food products. 

Chanda laughed with a full on belly laugh at the sight of all my toys. I called her over and told her to pick out a toy of her choice. She took out my 10" black colored dildo and a pair of handcuffs. I chose a pair of silver butterfly nipple clamps. 

When I turned around to go back to the bed, Chanda was already using the dildo on herself. Just watching her work that 10" black dildo in and out of her heavenly snatch made me unbelievably wet.

I lay on the bed beside her and inserted two fingers into my waiting pussy. Every so often between moans we'd kiss; I've never seen a girl work a dildo so well and the way she used that tongue, my god. After she came to a screaming orgasm and I followed suit, she turned the dildo to me. 

As she was working me with the dildo, I attached the nipple clamps to her and took the clamped nipple into my mouth. Chanda paused what she was doing with the dildo long enough to handcuff me to my own bed, and then she went back to driving the rubber prick into my ever so eager pussy.

After a few minutes, Chanda took the dildo out of my snatch and propped my ass up with a pillow. She found my K-Y-jelly on my bed stand and lubed up my asshole. When she was satisfied with the lube job, she inserted the dildo into my asshole, sending me over the edge in torrents of multiple orgasms. 

Quickly, she redirected her attention to my drenched cunt. The feeling of her hot breath, the use of her skillful tongue and the dildo in my ass was driving me crazy. I was bucking wildly, trying to drive the dildo further up my ass and also trying to bury her face deeper into my needy cunt. 

After about three or four orgasms, Chanda kissed and nibbled her way up to my lips, giving me a long succulent kiss and returned to my breasts, where she sucked and nibbled on them.

She got up and walked over to my dresser, grabbed the chocolate sauce, and then came back to my bed. Once back at the bed, she went back to playing with my nipples. She drenched them in chocolate sauce, pushing one of my tits up so as I can lick some of it off myself.

Chanda, having some remains of chocolate sauce on her tongue, left a chocolaty trail all the way down to my pussy along my tummy. I started to moan and squirm, confessing to her that I needed a nice juicy snatch in my mouth; she didn't object. 

She undid the handcuffs from the headboard and handcuffed me instead to her ankle. I started at her chocolate-covered toes and slowly dragged my hot, moist tongue up her calf and then to the inside of her thigh. Licking around her thong, I switch from side to side, pulling the sides of her thong down and then eventually getting it off. I licked and dragged my tongue around her cunt; it was starting to drive her crazy. She was begging and pleading with me to eat her out.

I lightly ran my tongue over her heavenly snatch. Every few passes, I darted my tongue into her moist hole. She couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed me by the back of the head and drove my face into her pussy, and the taste was divine. I shoved my tongue as far down in her hole as possible. When I retracted my tongue, I nibbled, licked, and sucked on her delicious clit. 

I took the dildo from the side of the bed and rammed it into her cunt, rolled her on her stomach and started to ream her ass; each time pushing her forward, causing the dildo to fuck her and I took care of her ass. While I was working her, my fingers once again found their way to my pussy. So I tongued her ass and fingered my snatch. We both came in torrents. I removed the dildo and positioned myself so as that I could finger her ass and lap up her juices at the same time.

We laughed throughout the night and used each other as one another's fuck toy. Between playtime, we sat on the bed or the floor and just talked about everything; other women we had been with, expectations in life; the number of licks it takes to get to the center of a Tootsie Pop... 

Our friendship was a very healthy one. We would never fuck again but we did play with one another and for one another. I take that back. We did fuck one more time, but we had a guy and another girl with us. That's an entirely different story.