I've never dated a girl outside my race until I met Divya. I'm from an Atlanta suburb, went to a pretty normal school that had a few folks from other ethnic groups other than black or white, but I dated the whitest white girls in the area until my senior year. Divya came to our school in my second year, and we had classes together, but I really didn't know her all that well. I noticed that she had beautiful hair and eyes, both dark, and that she was super petite, but that's about it. We maybe spoke like two or three times, she really kept to herself. I had heard her dad was an engineer, that was pretty cool.

All that changed at a party my senior year of high school, just before going off to college. I was surprised she came to the party at all, she had been pretty much a loner when we were in school. I was feeling pretty down, I had just suffered a pretty nasty breakup about a week prior with a girl who I thought would be mine going into college. Turned out she had "developed feelings" for another guy in her class that was going into the army. I call bullshit even today.

Anyway, I'm feeling kind of anti-social and end up standing next to Divya on the back porch of the house. We had one of those moments where we just kind of noticed each other, and started talking. Turns out she was a total dork, HUGE Game of Thrones fan, LOTR fan, pretty much any fantasy flick you could imagine. Those were on regular rotation in my house thanks to my parents, so we had a lot to talk about. I forgot there was a party going on at all. We were just having fun talking about nerdy stuff. More drinks were poured, and she and I found us a nice place to sit in the back yard, pretty much away from the party altogether.

I glance back to the back porch, and of course my ex and her soon to be cannon fodder boyfriend are up there talking, and the small group is looking at us, probably making fun. The joys of high school, right? I noticed, and just kept talking to my new friend.

Out of the blue, she says "I've always liked you," then hides behind her red solo up with a goofy grin. "You'd look great in an Aragorn costume if you ever want to go to a convention with me."

"What would you dress up as? Arwen?"

"Yes. Would a brown Arwen be a problem?"

I thought about it for a split second, she'd look amazing. "Not at all, you'd look beautiful."

She went quiet, really focusing on that cup again. I remember her blushing but that could just be my memory of the event glossed over.

I reached over, pushed her cup down, lifted her chin, and kissed her. It was the smoothest thing this GA boy has ever done, and she kissed back. It was amazing, and I was breathless. We gently kissed each other for a solid ten minutes. Her lips were the softest I've ever had, and they tasted amazing. She smelled so good, too!

"I would love to be your Aragorn." Again, who was this smooth guy?

We made out for a bit more, then she got up and took my hand. Her tiny hand in mine is an image I will never forget as long as I live, as well as the curve of her cute little behind in her light colored jeans as she led me to a more secluded spot on the side of the house. There were still folks on the porch, not even sure who now, who saw us leave together. On the side of the house it was completely dark and she leaned against it, pulling me to her. We dropped our cups and kissed. My hands moved to her hair, her small breasts, her curvy behind, anything I could touch and it all was amazing. Her fingers were in my hair, her lips moved from mine to my neck and ear, and she was so sloppy and uncoordinated, but she was passionate and playful. Her hand moved to the front of my pants and she was stroking my cock through my jeans. Needless to say I was pretty happy to be there.

She unbuttoned my pants and I nearly had a heart attack. She got out my cock and stroked it, again a bit wildly but determined. Another image I will never forget is her tiny brown hand on my white cock, which she made look huge. She stroked and jerked, kissing me hard and pulling my head around with her free hand. I was hers in that moment. She was breathing heavily, and even moaning a little bit. I was in shock so I wasn't doing much other than holding her and kissing, stroking her breasts under her shirt. I think that was winding her up in a big way.

I began to feel that familiar pressure, she was going to make me cum. "Divya, it's happening," I said in her ear. "Yes" was her response, and I shot the biggest load into the open air I think I've even produced. Her grip never let up, and she continued to jerk me until I put my hand on top of hers to stop her. She wasn't great, but I was so excited I could care less. I remember a little cum being on her hand and her looking at it curiously, but no she didn't eat cum that night or do anything dirty. She just gave me a passionate hand job. We cleaned up as best we could and rejoined the party, awkwardly trying to find a group to join so we wouldn't look so suspicious. I remember a lot of casual touching between us after that while the party wound down. I gave her a ride home later and we kissed for several more minutes about a block from her house. What a night.

We ended up deciding to be together, go to the same college in GA. We graduate this semester and it's been great. My parents LOVE her and I think her parents really like me, too. It took awhile for her mom to warm up to me, but I understand completely. I have many stories of the incredible sex we've had in college (she gave me her virginity and it's been non-stop ever since), but that's for another time. The images seared into my mind of this girl's devotion to me, incredible. I can't say it's always been so easy, but I'm so happy I ventured outside my comfort zone.