This girl I know named Stephanie's a cool chick. We got things in common, aside from shopping at the mall. For example, we both like going out to strip clubs where the men take it off. We also like to travel and go on trips. On one trip, we went to Las Vegas with a few our gal pals for a girls-only trip where we shopped, club hopped, dined, and checked out a couple of male strip shows. That was a blast and I couldn't wait for the next trip.

Other than the obvious difference of me being black and her being white, we also have different preferences when it comes to men. Stephanie likes the black men and I preferred white men. Her liking and banging black men doesn't bother me not one bit. One day, I invited her over to my house after a day of shopping, guy watching, and of course guy flirting.

Stephanie and I sat on the sofa as we talked about our day at the mall. We not only talked about what we bought at the mall, but we also talked about the guys we had flirted with.

"I saw how those brothas were checking you out over at Foot Locker and also at Finish Line." I said to Stephanie as I giggled.

"I know right, but those hot white guys at Abercrombie & Fitch were ready to hit on you when stepped out of Frederick's of Hollywood. Even the blonde-haired cutie at Baskin-Robbins over at the food court wanted to tempt you when you were getting ice cream." Stephanie as she gushed.

"I know right. While we were at American Eagle Outfitters and you were shopping for cute lingerie, I saw this one dark-haired, blue-green eyed white boy in the changing room. Girl, I could wash two loads of laundry on those abs." I replied.

As I said, it didn't bother me that a white girl like Stephanie was into black men; I wasn't even offended at the fact that she liked to have sex with them. Yet I wondered if she had ever been with a black girl before. One day, we chatted online and she showed me some pictures of herself. The first picture she showed me was one with her bare, freshly waxed pussy; it was so pink and pretty. Another picture she showed me was one which she took a picture of herself in the mirror, lifting her shirt up and revealing her tiny perfect tits and her flat stomach. I've never had an encounter with another girl before, but if I was to have one, she would be my first.

I then asked her, "Stephanie, have you been pleasured by another female?"

Stephanie looked at me as she said, "I've never been with another girl before."

"Not even a black girl?" I asked her.

"Not even one." Stephanie said bashfully.

"What if I told you that you have a sexy little body and that you would be my first?" I said as I moved a little closer to her.

"Oh?" Stephanie replied.

"And also that you look hot in those pics you sent me online." I added as I glanced up and down her body.

Once we sat close, I softly touched her dark brown hair and then I softly kissed her pink lips.

Her lips were soft and smooth, that and they tasted sweet because she wore some vanilla flavored lip balm. As I softly kissed her lips, my hands sneakily went under her gray baby tee and gently fondled her small, perky breasts that were covered by a white bra. I gently broke the kiss and slowly took off her gray baby t-shirt. I reached around the back of her bra and unhooked it. Her small, perky tits had cute little nipples that were like berries that I would lick them like they were covered in sugar. I softly sucked her breasts, feeling her tiny nipples harden in my mouth. She moaned some more as I squeezed her breasts together and sucked both of her nipples.