Caramel wasn't the first girl to play the teasing game with me. I actually had a far worse encounter a few years before that. Lala was the star of her freshman class when I was an upperclassmen. Every class has its share of good looking women, but there's always one who takes the prize. There was no debating whether or not Lala was the head of her class. The question became who would be the first to spend some quality time with the lovely redbone.
Lala was very pretty, but that's not what separated her from the others. Homegirl had a diaper booty. She was relatively thin, yet thick--meaning, she was plump in all the right places. Lala also liked to wear these skimpy shorts around campus. While the guys were all scheming on how to finesse her, I took a backseat to the hoopla. I didn't feel like investing any energy into hooking up with a first-year student even though doing so would have been well worth my time. Instead, I delighted myself in scoping her out whenever we crossed paths--which was often on the small, urban campus.
It wasn't long before I got to know Lala a little bit. Given the size of our campus, it was easy for an outgoing person like myself to connect with people. During Lala's freshman year, among many other leadership positions I held on campus, I was an Executive Board member of the Black Student Union (BSU). One of my tasks was to recruit new members to the group so I invited Lala and her cohort of friends to join the BSU.
By the mid-semester break, we were hanging out regularly on the weekends. In addition to buying her alcohol, I often gave Lala rides to parties and functions off campus. One of my boys was going hard at her, and she seemed to be interested in him, so I never gave any thought to pursuing that situation...until she paid me a visit at my apartment off-campus one night.
(To be continued...)
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