Goes to the locker room

Tara headed for the girl's locker room to change into her athletic clothes. She desperately wanted to make a good impression at her new school, and she wanted to make friends. She supposed that with Jamal she had already made a friend; golly maybe more, he had already kissed her! Tara had to admit he was cute but also much too confident; she had no experience of guys like him, she had to be careful that she didn't allow him to have his way with her. She didn't know much about black boys, but she did know that they liked to take advantage of white girls.

Tara sat down on the bench and began to get changed. She unbuttoned her blouse and her bra was revealed, covering her snow white breasts, Tara fondled them, enjoying the sensation. She pictured the black boy cupping them, he was so dark skinned and beautiful, she pushed out her breasts, closing her eyes as she imagined him kissing her, stroking her excited nipples. She removed her bra, assuring herself that this fantasy was harmless, and having licked her fingers, gently massaged her taut nipples. It was Jamal touching her, teasing her. Tara whimpered, her body preparing itself for love. Her pussy was now damp, her breathing heavy and she sucked her fingers again, placing the fingers of her right hand on her left breast and her left hand sought the place she knew she could not allow a black boy to enjoy.

Tara spread her thighs and her left hand pulled up her skirt and snuggled into her panties. The soft red hair would excite Jamal she was sure, her virgin pussy gratefully accepted her fingers, and she tenderly stroked the special place between her thighs.

The door of the locker room opened and Tara recovered herself, quickly standing to turn her back to the new arrival, her rigid, tight nipples clearly displaying her stimulated state.