Innocent White Girl Goes Black at the Party
Copyright© 2026 by Thomas Spencer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Eighteen-year-old Emma, a sheltered small-town virgin and straight-A college freshman, is dragged to her first frat party by her roommates. Dressed in a short pink skirt and crop top, she feels completely out of place amid the pulsing music, sweating bodies, and red Solo cups—until her eyes lock on Jamal.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction BDSM Rough Interracial Black Male White Female First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Squirting Voyeurism AI Generated
Emma had never been to a frat party before. At eighteen, fresh into her first semester at college, she was the definition of sheltered—small-town girl, straight-A student, still a virgin who’d only ever kissed one awkward boy back in high school. Her roommates had dragged her out tonight, promising it would be fun, just drinks and dancing, nothing crazy. She’d put on her cutest outfit: a short pink skirt that hugged her slim hips, a white crop top that showed a sliver of her flat stomach, and sneakers because heels scared her. Her long brown hair was down in soft waves, and she’d even tried a little makeup—glossy lips and mascara that made her big blue eyes pop.
The house was packed, music thumping so loud it vibrated in her chest. Bodies pressed together, red Solo cups everywhere, the air thick with sweat and cheap beer. Emma clung to the edge of the room at first, sipping a fruity drink someone handed her, feeling completely out of her depth. She watched girls grind on guys, laughing and confident, and wondered how they made it look so easy.
That’s when she saw him.
He stood across the living room like he owned the place—tall, easily 6’5”, broad shoulders stretching a black T-shirt, dark skin gleaming under the flashing lights. His jaw was sharp, dreads pulled back neatly, and when he smiled at something his friend said, his teeth flashed white. Emma’s stomach flipped. She’d never seen anyone like him up close. He was ... overwhelming. Magnetic. Heat rushed between her legs before she even understood what it was.
He caught her staring. His dark eyes locked on hers across the crowd, and he didn’t look away. Instead, he smirked, slow and knowing, like he already knew exactly what she was thinking. Emma’s cheeks burned. She tried to turn away, but her feet wouldn’t move.
A minute later, he was in front of her.
“Hey,” he said, voice low and smooth, cutting through the music. “You look like you’re having about as much fun as someone at a funeral.”
Emma laughed nervously, clutching her cup. “I—um, it’s my first party like this.”
He tilted his head, eyes roaming over her face, then lower, lingering on her legs. “First one, huh? I’m Jamal.” He held out a hand.
“Emma,” she mumbled, slipping her small hand into his huge one. His grip was warm, firm. A shiver ran up her arm.
“You dance, Emma?”
She shook her head quickly. “Not really. I mean, I’ve never—”
“Come on.” He didn’t wait for more protests. He just took her cup, set it aside, and pulled her onto the crowded dance floor.
At first it was awkward. Emma stood stiffly, swaying side to side while Jamal moved easily, hips rolling to the beat. He stepped closer, hands settling lightly on her waist. “Relax, baby girl. Just feel it.”
The song shifted to something slower, heavier, bass thumping deep. Jamal pulled her in until her chest brushed his. He was so tall she had to tip her head back to look at him. His hands slid lower, resting just above her ass, guiding her hips to match his rhythm.
Emma’s heart pounded. She’d never been this close to a guy. His body was hard, warm, and he smelled like cologne and something masculine she couldn’t name. When he rolled his hips forward, she felt the thick bulge in his jeans press against her stomach. Her breath hitched.
“That’s it,” he murmured in her ear. “Move with me.”
She tried. Slowly, her body started following his lead. The friction felt ... good. Too good. Heat pooled low in her belly. Jamal’s hands tightened, pulling her flush against him. He ground forward again, deliberate this time, letting her feel exactly how big he was.
Emma let out a tiny, involuntary sound. “Ahh...”
Jamal chuckled, lips brushing her ear. “You like that?”
She couldn’t answer. Her face was on fire. But her hips rolled back against him on instinct, chasing that pressure.