It all started when I attended an off campus party of a friend of mine. She had one of those huge house parties where people from all over the spectrum were invited.

Coming from a small town in Iowa I'd never really met anybody from outside my social circle before. When I was growing up I lived a rather privileged life. My dad was a very successful real-estate agent and my mom was a Mrs. Cleaver type so I was pampered and protected from the seamier side of life.

But when I went away to college my protected privileged past only served to spur me on to experience things I'd never known before.

I'm sure my mom would have a stroke if she knew what I was up to these days. The freedom of attending Arizona State College and being thousands of miles away from my folks is a heady experience indeed.

So anyway, I attended this party with my roommate and was having a great time when these black gang-looking types showed up. At first I felt really intimidated and started looking around for my roommate so we could leave. But when I finally found her she was talking to one of these gangbanger dudes.

I didn't know what to say, I just stood a little away from them and watched nervously. But after a bit my roommate Jane noticed me and called me over. Nervously I walked up to them and was introduced to the tough looking black guy.

"Nina, this is Louis. Louis this is Nina, she's my roommate." Jane looked on as I shook the guy's hand.

That was the beginning of a major change in my life. Before I met Louis I'd only dated a few times, you know, those important events like junior and senior proms, and summer cotillions, those sorts of things.

I'd never actually sex with a guy before, the closest thing I'd ever come to sex with a boy was messing around in a field with my next-door neighbor's son the summer vacation between 7th and 8th grade.

We'd been hanging around with each other all summer. I think I had a bit of a crush on him, maybe because he was a senior in high school and I thought he was so sophisticated. One day we were out messing around in a field about 5 miles away from home and for some reason Robby, (That was his name) started tickling me.

It was fun, but there was no reason why he should have started doing that all of a sudden. But he had and I was trying to tickle him back to get even. Then we were rolling around on the grass wrestling, each trying to get the better of the other.

Then Robby was on top of me, pinning my arms to the ground and panting from his resent effort to control me. We looked into each other's eyes and before I knew what was happening he had sunk down and was kissing me, still pinning my arms at either side of my head.

I remember the feeling of being kissed while being held captive. It was a wild electric feeling that shot through my entire body like lightning. The feeling of "having to submit" to him was such an amazing turn on, and one that I'd never even though off before that moment.

All we really did that day was feel each other up and do a lot of kissing. But I'll never forget that afternoon because it was the first time I ever felt a boy's hard penis. After that day I always thought of Robby as the sexiest guy I'd ever known. I guess he was at that point in my life.

That is until I met Louis. That first night at the party he came on to me strong. It was like he was zooming in on me to the exclusion of everyone else at the party. I don't even remember what happened to Jane, she just disappeared and it was just Louis and I for the rest of the evening.

He took me back to the dorms that night and he kisses me good night. I can remember that first kiss between us like it happened only a minute ago. I wasn't sure that I wanted him to kiss me. I mean I'd been brought up to think of black people as dangerous city dwellers, not like "us" and not to be socialized with.

Louis had thick lips and the whites of his eyes had a yellowish tent to them, but I didn't flinch when kissed me, or even when he pushed his tongue into my mouth. I just stood there and let him do what he wanted.

When he finally pulled away from me I was breathing hard, and felt light headed. I noticed at that moment how smooth and prefect his skin was, and how handsome he looked. He looked kind of like what I'd imagined an Africa warrior might look like, only with clothes on.

It didn't take long for me to find out what Louis looked like "without" clothes on. In fact I was no longer a virgin by the end of our next date.

He made me commit to seeing him that very next Friday, and when he came by to pick me up he had this cool looking green Chevy that was real low to the ground and had almost black-tented windows.