Chapter 1: Meeting Larry

When deciding to go to a religious university for my teaching degree, I knew there would be lots of compromises. On the positive side, I loved the beautiful campus, the personal relationships with the faculty, the outstanding academic curriculum, and the overall Christian atmosphere. On the other hand, the rules are extremely strict, especially regarding personal conduct including, of course, sexual promiscuity. Overall, I still think I made the right decision although there have been more than a few times when I’ve gotten so horny I thought I might explode!

Most of my life on campus revolves around school and church activities. Classes and homework takes up most of my time as I try to maintain a good GPA. I’m also heavily involved in the women’s bible study ministry on campus as well. In addition, I have an active role in the youth ministry at the church next door to the campus which consumes whatever spare time I might have available. As busy as I am, I still like to get out now and then although the night life in a small mid-Ohio town is not exactly like it was back in Pittsburgh. Technically, the school’s rules apply to us 24/7 so you still have to be careful what you do off-campus as there are plenty of little snitches who would gleefully turn you in if they saw you drinking or fooling around. The drinking part doesn’t bother me unless they ban Diet Coke but sex ... well THAT’s another story entirely. Now that I finally have a car in campus it makes life a lot easier as I can drive to the malls and movie theaters in the Columbus area whenever I have the urge instead of having to bum rides all the time.

Given 99% of my life is spent there, most of the guys I meet are from either school or church. Guys are guys, even at my school, so I know they’re interested in me but we have to play the silly game where we pretend we’re all innocent naive virgins, uninterested in the “ways of the world”. Yeah right! I don’t doubt for a second that the vast majority of them go back to their rooms at night and masturbate just like I do! Still, it makes it difficult to flirt with any hope of going further.

One day I was shopping for some snacks and such at the local Kroger grocery store. Believe it or not, shopping at a grocery store can be a lot of fun - under the right circumstances. Back home I like to go with my mom or cousin. We dress up in short shorts with our butts hanging out or tight short skirts that easily reveal our panties, teasing the poor frustrated husbands stuck trailing their frumpy wives, wandering aimlessly through the aisles like sheep being led to slaughter. Seeing their plight I don’t feel bad a bit teasing them to death. It’s fun for me and hopefully it helps them get through the day just a little better.

Today I was wearing just a pair of faded jeans and a school sweatshirt. The jeans were as tight as I could wear them which caused them to show off my ass nicely. The sweatshirt, with our school initials and mascot, countered the naughty jeans by practically announcing, “she doesn’t put out”. Admittedly, it sent a confusing message but in this case it didn’t really matter since for once I was only interested in shopping and really had no intention of goofing around.

My original shopping list had only a few items so I was carrying one of those little baskets instead of pushing a cart. When I came upon the aisle with the drinks I saw there was a great sale on my favorite - Diet Coke. Smiling at my good fortune while wishing I’d brought a cart, I started to lift one of the big packs and tuck it under my arm when I slipped and the box crashed loudly to the floor, breaking open and spilling cans all over the place. Oh My God, I was SO embarrassed! It seemed like EVERYONE in the store was staring at me.

“Need some help?”

Confused, I looked around to see who was talking to me and my eyes met those of your stereotypical tall, dark, handsome stranger! It was practically a scene ripped from some cheap rom-com movie. He looked to be in his late twenties (I found out later he was 28) and to my surprise, he was black. The only reason I say “surprised” is because in this hick town, diversity was very much a foreign concept. Even at my school, we had far more foreign students than black students.

“Thanks, I’ve got it.”

I tried to gather up the cans but when I lifted the broken case it completely fell apart this time, allowing the remaining cans to fall to the hard tile floor again in another resounding crash. This time there was no doubt in my mind ... everyone in the store must have heard it! My face felt flushed and I would have crawled into a hole if there had been one available.

“Don’t worry, it’s OK. Here, let me help you this time.”

It was the same guy but this time he had a pleasant smile on his face. It wasn’t like he was laughing at me but rather more amused. I was too embarrassed to turn him away this time and he quickly scooped the cans up and dropped them into his shopping cart.

“Thank you so much,” I said, slightly out of breath from the whole affair.

“Here, let me carry one of these out for you.”

I nodded with grudging acceptance. Sometimes even I can overcome my stubbornness. Besides he was pretty good looking and well dressed. To be perfectly honest, the fact that he was black also gave him a bit of intrigue. Personally, I don’t perceive myself as being racist or such, it’s just during my life I’ve had limited opportunities to interact with black men. At the same time, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to become one of those white girl - black guy couples for people to stare out and talk behind your back. Speaking of which ... why is it that’s never the other way around?

We made our way to the self-checkout area where I paid for my stuff which Larry (he’d told me his name on our way to the front of the store) then offered to carry everything out to my car. It was easier to accept than protest so I just led the way to my Avalon which was thankfully parked near the exit door. Larry placed the groceries in the trunk and I turned to thank him.