A Nubian Princess Teaches Me Sex
An older black woman instructs a white, 18-year-old virgin about sex.
My name is Garrett. Something that I’ve never forgotten and will always remember until the day that I die, this story is about what happened forty-years ago.
By the time I turned 18, we had moved to the United States from Europe several years prior to my eighteenth birthday. Long before arriving in America, I was able to read and speak English, as well as a few other languages fluently.
Interestingly enough, the United States is the only country that believes that English is the only language in the world. Many people throughout Europe not only read and speak their native tongues but also, they read and speak the languages of their bordering counties, as well as English.
I graduated from high school while living in the United States. It surprised me how superior my education was when living in Europe compared to living in America. I was already well above my fellow classmates and bored with my high school courses. I received straight A’s and would have gone to college but, unless I received a scholarship, there weren’t the student loans back then that there are now.
Needing to earn money to help support my family, I worked five days a week from 2 pm to the 11 pm closing time at a gas station. A time when every gas station gave full service, checking oil, tire pressure, washing windshields, and allowing customers to use of the restroom, most times I’d receive a quarter, fifty-cent, or a dollar tip from the driver. Seemingly not much back then, but a dollar in 1985 is worth fifteen dollars today.
We had a prime location on main street that was only four blocks from the highway. Able to see our big Texaco sign from the highway, dozens of cars streamed in for gas while I gave them my smiling, full-service routine. As if I was a tall, beautiful, busty, blue-eyed, bimbo of a waitress at a diner, my tips bulged out my pockets by the end of the night.
As if I was a drug dealer selling dollar joints, every night I had a pile of pocket change and a stash of cash. For just pumping gas at $3.35 an hour, I never returned home with less than a hundred-dollars in one-dollar bills and another twenty-dollars in pocket change. Besides, as long as it wasn’t downpouring rain, windy cold, or snowing, I enjoyed working outside instead of sitting behind a desk in an office. I loved seeing people that I know and talking to strangers that I had just met.
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Only, with me still a virgin, I was always horny. Some of my regular customers deliberately sexually teased me. In the day of the miniskirt, they’d pull up to the pump with the hem of their skirts up to their crotch.
With me always looking while leaning in their driver’s side window or staring at them while washing their windshield, they seemed to enjoy flashing me their panties. When they were flashing me their panties, they flashed me their cleavage and their bras. Those who weren’t wearing bras flashed me their naked breasts and erect nipples.