I knew Natalie back in school, we met at orientation. We were both jews from Long Island, we both loved movies, and plays, but I hadn’t seen any of hers, which she liked. It was hard for her on campus, it was before iPhones, and Instagram, but it was still hard on her, honestly, I don’t think she would have made it today.

She’s still popular today, but in the early two thousand’s, she was a star, especially on campus. She was a millionaire, model, and actress, and she was in our freshman Pych class. She got a lot of attention, people were staring, hitting on her, trying to strike up conversations. Worst of all was the staring, it was constant, all the guys wanted to bang her, half of them pretended they did. A lot of the girls gossiped about her, and the ones that were desperate for her approval were stand-offish.

I was something of a haven for her, I was gay, had no interest in the industry, and my family had money. We were close, I even stayed at her place when I had to leave my off-campus housing due to a roommate problem. We had a lot of the same classes; we were both psych majors. Although I avoided the hard sciences like the plague.

She had tried to maintain her conservative persona to get away from her Lolita image. She avoided hooking up with too many guys, dating a couple, but all the time made them wait a few months before sleeping with them, even if she wanted to sleep with them sooner. She was very careful, even still the couple of guys who slept with her were fast to brag about it. It was hard for her, no matter how she dressed, or acted, everyone stared, everyone wanted a piece of her, a piece of Ass, a piece of fame, money, her grades, somebody wanted something. I took in he spirit it was given, and even got to enjoy a couple of collateral cocks.

I never knew her to be a big slut, but she did have one night in school, post-exams, drunk off her Ass, This is the story of Natalie’s wild night.

We were at a final club party, neither of us were a member but Natalie got an invite, I was her plus one. It was good overall. None of the openly gay guys were there, but there were a couple of guys, who might be down after a few beers, so I had to play the long game, Natalie was doing well it was dark, and loud, and people were treating her like everyone else, she didn’t have security with her, she hardly ever did on campus, so I tried to keep an eye on her.

We drank, we danced, we tried to get our freak on a little, but around midnight, I realized I hadn’t seen her in a minute. I excused myself from the guy I was dancing with and hoped that he wouldn’t get insecure about the boner I gave him before I got back.

The party was in a multi-story town house, and so I have to push around, the a hundred or so people crowded around. I heard people in the little fenced area in the backyard.

That’s where I found her, she was safe, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. Some bro was trying to dance with her and was having trouble taking no for an answer. I stepped in, the white knight I was and told her I had just got an crucial phone call. He kept trying to keep her there, and pull her (with an open hand back to himself)

We got to the other side of a shed, where it was just the two of us. She looked gorgeous, but tired.

“Are you all right?” I asked.

“Yeah, he was just getting a little handsy, he wanted to know if Amidala shaved her bush.” She spoke.

” Ewww.” I said.

” Eww.” She nodded.

“Thanks for saving me.” she said staring off into the distance.

We stood in silence for a moment.

“Do you have a smoke?” She asked.

I laughed. “Yeah sure.” she giggled. I let her one and lit one for herself.

“He must have really got to you.”

“It’s not even him, it’s everyone, you know. I’ve been here for four years. I get it day one, “oh look it’s that chick from Leon”, but it’s been four years, and they still treat me the same.”

I nodded. “People suck sometimes,” I said.

She crouched down, resting her back on the wall, and I joined her.

“Even now people are staring.” She gestured to a couple gawkers who turned away quickly

“Like is this my life, is this what its going to be like, I always have to be on guard, always.” She started crying, and I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in.

I held her tight, waiting for her crying to turn back to heavy breathing. I knew how hard it had been hard it had been for her but she rarely got this hard about it.

“you’ve met some good people.” I said, trying to cheer her up.

She looked up at me teary eyed. She had a gorgeous face, rosy cheeks, pointy ears, and almon eyes. She would make a great beard.

“It’s not you, you’re a good friend, it’s just everyone you know.” she said, trying to wipe her face.

“Come on sweetie, don’t mess up your makeup,” I said and wiped her face carefully to avoid smearing.

She gave a forced quarter smile, but she still didn’t want to make eye contact. She just took another drag from the cigarette, and finished her drink, resting her head against the shed.

“I know what will cheer you up, I got some sweet gossip for you.”

She exhaled from her nose, “Go ahead. |

I let out a small laugh, she loved a good bit of gossip even when she was depressed.

She giggled to herself and wiped her face aware of the vulnerability.

She stared at me expectantly.

“Distribute the Hot gossip.” She said. (It was the early 2000’s doesn’t judge us.)

“Okay, so you know Rachel Sodwood?” (Not her real name)

“Yes,”

“Well, she broke up with mike, allegedly,” I said.

“Allegedly.” She repeatedly smirked.

“So, she was dancing, with Danny…”

“Which Danny?” She asked.

“Danny Blanco” (Not his real name)

She shook her head, not familiar with him.

“Black Danny, on the football team.”

She blushed, “oh that Danny.”

I nodded sarcastically. “Yeah, that Danny.” He was a well-known hunk on campus, and there was a rumor he was very well endowed.

“She defiantly has a type.”

“She does, but let me finish.”

Natalie rested her head on my shoulder.

“So Mike shows up, and I think there is gonna be some drama, I see Mike, and Danny move away I think there is gonna be a fistfight. But Rachell gets between them, the three of them talk for a while. And I don’t know what the conversation was, but she ended up gonna one of the bedrooms, with both.”

Natalie’s mouth dropped to the floor.

“At the same time?” She asked.

I nodded. “I heard moaning, that girl was getting spit roasted.”

“Don’t be gross.” she said through giggles.

“Not that I would mind getting tag teamed by them.” I said with a smirk. They were both big jocks, both about 6 feet tall and beefy. Danny was a little heavier, with a shaved head, but other than that they were pretty much just stereotypical frat jocks, not that I spent much time with them.

She turned her head and raised an eyebrow.

“They’re pretty cute.” she said with a cheeky smile.

“She really has a thing for black guys.”

“And Black guys really have a thing for her.”

“She is trendy,” Natalie said. She looked tired, not like she was going to cry, but just like she remembered a bad memory.

“Hey, you’re trendy too, I’m sure those football jocks, would tag team you if you wanted.”

She smirked a little, but that died too.

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to, it would be in the tabloids tomorrow, and I would get a call from my agent, telling me if I want to get respect, I have to act respectable…” She was slurring her words, she was drunker then I thought.

“You know I used to think fame took my childhood, and I didn’t care…” She started crying again, gasping between breaths, “I wondered, fuck it, I never cared about being a kid, I was all the time old for my age, but now I’m a woman, I’m in school and I cannot even enjoy it, I cannot do anything without calculating the risk.

I felt her pain.

I held her close, and kissed her forehead, she was sniffing back tears.

“We’ve met some good people, we had some good classes, you know, you’re a celebrity, but you have friends, you have family, and you’re going to be okay,” I said.

She was unaffected.

“Fuck it.” She said getting up and dusting herself off.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

” I’m going to go fuck that guy, I don’t care if he’s ab asshole, I’m going to cum, fuck the tabloids.”

“Wait wait wait..” I said, trying to stop her.

“You just need to let off a little steam” I said.

“That’s what this was supposed to be.” She spoke.

“You need to get laid tonight, and I know the perfect place, but you have to be a little more casual, you can blow off steam in private.

She stared at me drunkly.

“I drove to her place, off campus, having a place off campus at Harvard was a big deal, out of 20 thousand students, maybe a hundred lived off campus, you had to fill out a bunch of apps, it was a bitch, but she was crucial enough to have it. It was modest with a door man, and I think maybe a handful of non-relatives had been there, she got her mail in a PO box under, a different name.

It was gorgeous, well decorated, but she was a busy student, it looked like a high-end hotel room, cozy, but devoid of personalization. The only proof of her who lived there was a couple photos of her family, and a few of her film awards.

I sat on the couch waiting, and drinking a beer from her fridge, she returned in a white tang top, he small enhanced by the tight top. Her nipples poking out, small red shorts, and her hair in a ponytail. IF she put on a sweatband, she would look like an 80’s works out video star

“You look great, but I don’t want you walking around like that you’ll freeze, or a pap will see you.” I said. She went into her walk in, and came back with a stylish Trench coat, and heels, if she didn’t look like a hooker before, she did now.

She came back with a “I hadn’t had vodka in a while” Exhale” as she riffled her little shot glass.

She flopped onto the couch and looked up at me.

“Have you ever don’t it with a Black guy before?” She asked.

I wasn’t sure where it was coming from.

“Yeah, have you?”

“I haven’t, I’m twenty-two, I haven’t even slept with a Black guy.”

“Rachell, have you wondered about trying it out?”

She giggles.

“Well, I’m not wearing this for me.”

It was my turn to laugh.

“Well, the place was going, will probably have some African-American, gentlemen, who would like to see you in this outfit.”

She smiled taking another shot. She was a tiny girl, 5 foot 2, and maybe a hundred and ten punts soaking wet, she shouldn’t have been drinking this much.

“You look like you want to ask me something.” I said sipping my beer.

“Is it different?” She asked.

“Black guys?” I spoke.

She nodded

“In my experience they’re a bit bigger, and a bit rougher, but I think it’s mostly psychological.” I spoke

“What do you mean?”

“I think it’s mostly because it’s still a little taboo.” I said.

“You deserve to go a little wild tonight, I know a place where you can go, get a little wild anonymously.”

She smiled.

We drove again. (it was the early 2000’s doesn’t jude us for drunk driving.)

The streets were busy, it was a Friday night, Harvard and Boston University were partying, and the non-students were joining them.

We pushed through traffic, and in twentyish minutes we were there.

Are faces were lit up by the bright lights of the sign. Natalie looked at me a little put off.

“It’s a low-rent Sex shop?” She said, even in her drunken state, she couldn’t help being a bit of a snob.

“Yup.” I said nodding for her to follow me.

“You’re joking right, I can get one of my shoppers to buy me a dildo, she leaned in grabbing a hold of my arm. “I wanted to get fucked, not buy a dildo. This area’s creeping me out.”

“If you want to get fucked by a black guy, you have to go where the black guys are, and unfortunately this is where Black guys live, not trust me.”

She looked unsure, but she allowed me to guide her down an alleyway and into a back door.

“Don’t worry, you’re safe. I come here occasionally, to blow off steam.”

The lighting was good for her, she looked like a film noir star, her heels were tall and, her body was petite, and the amount of skin showing in what little the trench coast didn’t cover made it seem like she was naked underneath.

I unlocked the back door taking her by the hand.

“Are we allowed to be back here.” she asked nervously. Even in her drunken state, she was still a good girl at heart.

We walked through the small hallway; we could hear exaggerating moaning up ahead. We reached a cheaply made plywood wall. The door had no lock or doorknob, instead a hook that stuck in a metal ring on the other side of the door. It smelled like cum, latex, and saw dust.

Natalie gripped my arm. “Is someone in there?” she said trying to look past me, her tiny body pressing against me, I could smell her perfume, a mix of roses, and vanilla.

I didn’t reply but bent over and looked through the place where the doorknob would be.

A rather average looking guy with a beard pleased a man with some heavy moans.

I smiled and nodded.

“Are people in there doing it?” She whispered excitedly. “I don’t want to be in an orgy I would get recognized.

I snickered, it was cute seeing her so nervous, in her slutty little outfit.

“I think he’s almost finished, we have to wait our turn.”

She looked at me nervously.

I stroked her back gently. “Trust me,” I said.

She gave me a weak smile. Footsteps could be head, it was our turn.

“What is this room?” she asked

“Hold on.” I said.

An older man walked out of the room wiping his mouth before giving us a awkward nod.

“Nice to see a cute couple.” he mumbled.

Natalie bowed her head, trying to avoid being recognized.

“Hey, would you mind letting the guys know we got a pretty girl here? I’ve all the time wanted to see her suck cock, especially a black one.” I said, putting on my best straight voice.

The man laughed to himself before nodding.

“Yeah, I’m sure, there will be a few takers.

I put my hand on her waist, and walked her inside of the room, holding her waist. She looked even cuter shy.

There was a small CRT tv bolted to a plywood table playing hardcore Porn, it was right in the middle of a hard interracial scene it was perfect timing. Stormy Daniels was taking a pounding, from a very handsome man, whose name I didn’t know.

The room had a couple of cheap chairs, and weak industrial lighting, bright but not too bright. The floors were laminated. This was the trashiest place she had been in probably in her life.

I locked the door behind us, as she watched the TV.

“Do you know what a glory hole is?” I asked.

I flicked on the switch that let the men know the glory hole was open for company.

“What’s a glory hole?” She asked taking off her coat. Revealing her cute little body.

I almost had to laugh.

“I’ll show you,” I said. I knocked on the cheap plaster wall and stuck my slender feminine fingers through the doorknob-sized hole in the wall. My nails were acrylic, and my hands were lotioned. It was a close enough proximity that a straight guy could lie to himself and think he was getting head. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying women are never at glory holes, but this is one of the few times this quality of girl was there.

It didn’t take long. Before I felt jeans, with a disappointed bulge. I’ll save you the finer details because you’re not here for the gay shit, but I think you can guess what she saw.

He didn’t last long, probably an old divorcee, who wanted to experiment, I swallowed, and wiped my mouth. I reached out to Natalie and waved her over.

“What if I don’t get a good one?” She asked. Walking over in her heels, before kneeling beside me.

“Don’t worry, I called ahead to make sure we got some good ones, but don’t worry, just tell them what you want.” I said, “They can’t make you do something you don’t want to.”

She pressed her pouty lips, right to the hold avoid showing anything identifiable.

“Excuse me.” She said, I had to hold in my laughter, even, drunk she was polite. “Are there any African American men who want to use the glory hole?” She asked.

She tried to peek through the hole, but she almost got her eye poked out, she jerked back instinctively before looking at it and smiling slightly. She seemed satisfied, “Are you clean?” she asks before giving it a sniff.

The stranger gave an affirmative grunt pushing his very average, and very white cock right up against the hole, his poorly kept pubes sticking out.

“It smells a little,” she said, crinkling up her nose. She took a grip of it, and started stroking it.

“You have to use your spit as lube.” I said demonstrating by spitting on my hand.

“No, I still think I have some lube.” She said reaching into her clutch.

“Come on, I’m not finished.” the guy said pushing his cock against the glory hold.

She leaned toward the cock, speaking into it like a microphone. “Hold on a sec.” She pulled out a small bottle of spermicidal lube.

wiggled her knees, trying to get out of the splash zone. A Hary, but young arm reach through the second glory hole slot reaching for her.

“Eeek” she said hoping back.

“I want to feel you’re tit.” He said through a grunt. She wiggled close, to his arm, and he clumsily reached for her blindly groping, rubbing her arm, and getting a clumsy grip of her bicep, before she adjusted, allowing him to rub and pinch her perky little tits.

“Nice tit’s” he said, as he humped her hand her hand.

She looked at me a little, a little put off.

“I’ll try to get you a good guy.” I said hurrying out, I knew this guy would cum soon, these guys never lasted long. They either couldn’t get hard or came in a few minutes. She looked at me like a kid abandoned at day care, while she stroked him with her whole body, her white tang top getting wet from sweat, and sticking to her small braless tits. Her nipples were hard.

I made It past through the fire door, (the alarm hadn’t worked in years), just in time to see a school age guy zipping up, and heading out of the booth, he had red face, and was trying not to smile, in front of the building line. He would be smiling even more if he knew who was doing it.

Some of them were rubbing their crotch, some were trying not to make eye contact with one another, and some were trying to read the magazines, and check out the tapes. (This was still in the age of VHS, and magazine subscriptions, the internet was still the reserve of a couple million hobbyists.

I spotted a few black men in the line, a couple of them were cute.

“Hey boys, The BJ fairy wants the black guys at the front of the line.”

One of the cute ones turned, to me, “Ah, I don’t want my dick sucked by no fairy.” These weren’t the most politically correct times either.

“No, she’s in there now, she’s a pretty Jewish girl, from the college, She wants to try black cock, so black guys first.”

” Yo, I don’t want my dick sucked by a fairy.” One of the guys said, moving out of the line. These weren’t the most politically correct times.

“No, it’s a pretty Jewish girl, she just graduated.”

“Highschool?” One of the guys rubbing his crotch asked.

“Yeah, she’s newly legal.” I said.

“She wants to get blacked.” I said, winking.

The younger of the men, moved forward and knocked on the booth. As he opens the booth, one of the guys inside shouts out, ” occupied, get out of here fag, no watchers.” The man slams the door shut.

“Hey, you’re all going to get a chance to get to upset. If your mad, take it out on her.” I said that seemed to calm him down. The jock went back to rubbing his cock through his jeans, he was covering a range of motion, so I think he was gonna meet expectations.

I moved back to the booth, hopping to go un-noticed. I had to take a few collateral dicks for her.