Tired of the normal "fuck-suck" stories I read, I decided to write some my own way. They are much longer than most, and have (I feel) more character development than most other adult stories.
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Final Note: For those of you that are wondering where I got the name "V-Town" from, check for the rap group N-2-Deep, their first CD had a song about Vallejo which was called "V-Town". My hat is off to these local boys that made it big.
Back in '92, I had a lifestyle that most computer nerds dreamed of. I was 28 years old, active duty in the Military, and stationed in Vallejo, California. I had been up there for over 2 years, and enjoyed it immensely.
My wife had left me the year before, so I was forced to move back into the barracks. However, I was not comfortable there. I had grown used to my privacy, and I was also running a BBS from my apartment. However, I had made many friends in the local BBS community, and moved into a small "Apartment" behind a friend's computer store.
Now I worked at this store part time. I never was payed money, but did it both to help out my friend, and because he let me keep some of the old parts he had in the back room. My apartment was basically 2 connected rooms, with a closed off toilet. The shower was actually in the main room itself. The landlord used to rent it out, before he was found in violation of city health codes.
There was no heat in the place, but I did not care. It gave me a place to sleep away from the barracks, and let me run my BBS. Plus it was free of charge. That way, the city could not bitch about it being used. I was not "living there", since there was no rent payed, and I had living quarters on base (which my roommate liked, since he never saw me).
So I lived in the back of a computer store, and ran a BBS. I had one of the largest BBS' in the area at the time. A 486, with a 700 meg hard drive and a CD-ROM (it may not sound like much now, but back then that was a top-of-the-line computer). It was my baby, and took up most of my free time. I had dated very little since my wife left me. I basically turned into myself, spending time talking to faceless people in the other end of my computer.
I had many friends there however. In fact, 2 of them were very attractive ladies. Both Ceeje and Dianne were good looking ladies, and I would have made a play for either of them in a heartbeat if not for one thing. They were both married.
One of my monthly Military duties was working as security at the club on base. I pulled this once a month, and normally enjoyed it. Now I was never much of a partier, but I did enjoy looking at the young ladies that hung out there. Most of them were from 18-24 years old, and looking for some Marine or Sailor to screw them for the night.
However, I had made friends of some of these ladies. The year before, I had worked as a bartender there for about 3 months. The hours were to long, and I spent to much time away from my family however, so I quit the job (the month before my wife left).
One of the girls I knew there was Nichelle (pronounced KNEE- shell, accent on the first syllable). Nichelle was a thin, tall girl. I am 5'8", but she towered over me, being 6'2". She is also thin as a rail, weighing only 100 lbs. I was surprised to discover that this beautiful 19 year old girl was attracted to me. We used to talk a lot when I worked at the club, and she would tell me about her guy troubles. It was not until almost a year later that I asked her out.
Nichelle had never had lobster before, so I took her to a Seafood place I knew of about 10 miles north of town. We were both dressed casually, but still created a minor stir when we entered the restaurant. I am fairly stocky, weighing 185 lbs. Broad of chest from being in the Marines, I was tanned (from working outside and my American Indian background) and had brown eyes and short brown hair.
Nichelle has jet black hair, which hung just below her shoulders. She also has friendly brown eyes. She was wearing a fashionable "street urchin" look, which was popular at the time. However, what probably got us the most attention was her jet black skin.
I don't think I had ever seen anybody as black as Nichelle. Her complexion was dark beyond words. I was also incredibly turned on by her. Watching her dance must have been like watching a Nubian Princess dancing 2,000 years ago. She was lithe, graceful, and erotic.
Nichelle was from Oakland. She grew up with a single mother, and had never been treated to any of the finer things. She later told me that one thing that attracted her to me was that I did not expect anything from her. I would take her to dinner, or a movie, or just for a drive around town, and expect nothing in return.
In fact, the next week we went to a drive-in movie. After that, I once again dropped her off and drove home. She did not have a car, and appreciated my acting as a taxi driver. I would also take her home, to visit her mom and little sister. I would get hostile looks from other people in her neighborhood, but seeing her, nobody would give me any problems.
One thing I noticed was the gang tattoos on her hands. Apparently, she was one of the local "homegirls", so would be left alone if she showed up with a white guy. Her mom liked me, and I always treated her mom and sister with courtesy.
One night, I had just gone to sleep when there was a knocking on my door. Throwing on a pair of pants, I answered it to find Nichelle there. It seems that she had fallen behind in her rent, and had been thrown out of her apartment. So we climbed into my truck (I had bought it 2 weeks before), and left to get her stuff. I offered to let her stay with me until she decided what to do. I figured that she would move back in with her mother.
2 hours later, we had all of her stuff (what little there was) in my place, and were having a late dinner. She thanked me for letting her stay with me, and told me that she would try to stay out of my way, and not touch anything. I showed her around, and even showed her how to use the BBS.
She got a real thrill out of that, looking around on-line, and reading some of the public messages. My board had a large "Adult Oriented" area, and she giggled when she brought up a game, and realized that it was an "Adult Theme-Park".
She spent 2 hours happily playing around there, finally stopping when it was time for bed. I started to lay out a sleeping bag for myself, but she stopped me. She would not let me sleep on the floor in my own place, and said that we could both sleep in my bed.
I left the room, and she took a shower and changed into a nightgown. She let me know she was changed, and I came back in and went to bed. Nichelle gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and we both rolled over and went to sleep.
I got up as normal at 5am, got dressed, and left for work. I told Nichelle that she was free to use the computer, watch a movie (I had a TV and VCR, but no cable), or whatever she wanted. I left for work, leaving her all alone.
When I got home later on, I found her in the computer room. It seems that she had discovered my graphics files, and was looking through them.
Now I had graphics of almost any subject. Japanese Animation, Military Vehicles, Dogs, Album Covers, and adult subjects. When I got there, she seemed a little flustered, so I went to look what was up.
My adult library was split up into several topics. I had text stories (like this one), games, and pictures. The pictures were then broken up into more sub-topics. I had nude women, lesbian sex, oral sex, straight sex, and inter-racial sex.
She had been looking at a graphic picture, showing a large penis spurting cum on a girl's face. She was not shocked, but was surprised that you could see pictures like that on a computer. She had never really used a computer before, and was not aware of the capabilities.
While I looked over her shoulder, she went through several more pictures, all showing hard core sex action. Finishing that directory, she moved to my inter-racial section. The first several showed Oriental women, and she quickly breezed through those. Then she got to the ones with black women and white men. The first one brought her to a stop. It showed a dark skinned black woman who was giving head to a white man.
She spent almost a minute looking at that picture. I saw her licking her lips a few times, then she moved to another picture. The first was actually a series of 5 pictures of the same couple. The next was of the man sucking on the tits of the girl. The next 2 showed them having sex, one with him on top, the next with her on top. The final one showed her on her hands and knees, with him crouched behind her. He had his cock in between her ass-cheeks, and sperm covering her ass and back.
Nichelle spent almost 10 minutes going through these pictures. She said very little, but was obviously excited by them. I saw her squirming around in her seat, and her nipples were poking out through her t-shirt. The sexual tension was so thick, I could see it.
She moved to the next picture, and it showed a white man playing with the tits of a black woman. Her mouth was open, and she had both hands in the front of her pants. Nichelle made a small gasp when that one came on. I glanced down, and saw that she had one hand in her crotch, outside of her jeans.
Deciding that it was now or never, I moved behind her, and moved my hands to her front. She made a soft moan as I grasped a breast in each hand. I could tell that she was not wearing a bra (she rarely did), and her nipples were hard as rocks.
Nichelle's breasts were small, but looked good on her thin body.
She was a 34B, and they were very firm. I moved my head down, and started to kiss the side of her neck. This brought another moan from her, and she tilted her head to the other side to give me easier access.
I gently lifted her t-shirt, and placed my hands on her bare breasts. Nichelle had the breasts that I had wet-dreams about. She was small, each breast not even filling the hand that held it. But her nipples were things of beauty.