Getting on the plane from Detroit was a little nerve-wracking. Meeting someone using the internet always feels a little weird, at least for the first few minutes, and I knew he would be waiting at the Tampa airport to pick me up. I tried to relax, enjoy my flight, and get excited about the concert, but my stomach was in knots with nerves and anxiety.

When the plane landed, I turned my phone on and there was a text from him. "I'm here girl. Take your time. I'll see you soon."

It made me a little more nervous, as I have some social anxiety. Stepping into the airport terminal was a moment I can still recall vividly. He had on a flat Atlanta Hawks cap, a white shirt that read "Armani Exchange", and a pretty decent-sized gold chain. We hugged and greeted each other. I remember he had a nice cologne scent. We went off to the baggage terminal to get my luggage, chit-chatting. In this situation, it was still a bit surreal to me.

When he loaded my suitcase into his black SUV, he thankfully blasted the air conditioning. A thumping bass from a hip-hop song roared from his car stereo. As we pulled out of the airport we chatted. Since the concert was a few hours away, we decided that dinner and a few drinks might be a good idea to pass the time before the concert. There was a Hooters billboard on the highway, so I laughingly suggested we go there. Tampa is where the wings restaurant started.

So off to Hooters we went. We had some french fries and wings and chatted with the waitresses a bit. It was surprisingly fun, and the concert was getting closer by the minute. I started to get a little less nervous knowing I'd be seeing Katy soon in person. It all continued to be surreal and dreamlike.

Soon we were on the traffic-packed highway headed to St. Pete Times Forum where the show was to take place. It took a long time to get in but finally we did, and it was an incredible experience. Seeing her was so special for me, I had been a fan for a few years now and I was feeling so happy and in the moment. Corey wasn't as into her music, but he seemed to enjoy seeing her on stage for other reasons, I'm sure. Her body looked incredible.

My ears were ringing, and it felt good to get out of the crowd and feel the humid Florida air and breeze in the night as he drove me back to my hotel. He lit a blunt and passed it to me and it felt so good to smoke it as we rode. It was smooth, not harsh, and started to hit me quickly. This was a stronger weed than I had tried with friends.

I was giggling and felt a little floaty as we talked. Now my anxiety seemed to be slipping away, and I felt even more comfortable with him. My fiance had left me a goodnight message from overseas, so I didn't have to worry about a Skype call the rest of the night.

He came up to my room with me and we joked we were hosting the "after party". He had a bottle of Hennessy and some cans of Coke; it was the first time I'd ever tried a Henny and Coke, and we shared the blunt a bit more as we talked and re-lived the concert. He put on music from his phone. It was a mix of Katy Perry and Britney Spears for me and hip-hop for him. A fun party mix.

We danced for a bit to some of the songs and he sat back and watched me dance for a bit after. The booze and the weed had me feeling a little tipsy and it felt good to dance and move with him watching from the bed.

It was after midnight, so I was a little worried about making noise, but he said since it was Saturday, we'd be fine. I was staying in a touristy area anyway.

He got up to dance with me again but this time much closer. His hips grinding against mine to the beats. It felt good and a little naughty, kind of like being in a club.

Soon, his hands brushed my skin and more firmly began to hold my hips and even moved to my butt cheeks for rubs from time to time.

We laughed and hugged and before I knew it, his big soft black lips had met mine. It happened so suddenly but it was a beautiful swirling kiss, so unexpected, so bad but it felt so good at the same time.

The vibe was intensifying and his hands moved to slip my purple top from "Forever 21" over my head and I kind of stopped him.

I said maybe it wasn't a good idea but some kisses and whispers soon convinced me it would be ok. Only my bra remained.

Two minutes later, Corey convinced me to show him my tits. I unclasped my bra, and my size D-cups suddenly heaved out, and having them out invited touching, rubbing, and kisses from him.

His dark hands against my creamy white breasts made for a stunning contrast. I gasped at the sight at first, it was so erotic and jaw-dropping. The contrast was something maybe I wasn't quite prepared for. It looked so electric. The dark cocoa skin against soft white skin. It felt a little naughty, taboo.

A swirl of feelings that I can only describe as losing my innocence kind of vibe, if that makes sense.

It became a bit more surreal. I wasn't wasted but it felt kind of like being in a dreamlike state where everything was happening so fast. More kissing led to more touching, which led to more clothes coming off, which led to more flirting and touching and suddenly we were both naked.

The full body of dark black next to pale white hit me harder than before as we looked at each other. Everything felt suddenly so primal and raw.

It was at this point that I started to get cold feet. I was an engaged woman, after all, and my ring was a startling reminder that a heart necklace was the only thing covering my body now. He had only his gold chain on.

I asked if perhaps we could slow things down. I wasn't sure I was ready for sex. I honestly felt guilty about the idea of cheating on my fiancé. He pulled me close and walked me to the bed where we kissed, and he rubbed my back. He promised he wouldn't make me do anything I wasn't ready for.

By now, his erect 9-inch black dick was throbbing. This cock was bigger than any man's I'd been with by far. My fiancé's was around 6". Part of the conversation turned to that as I laughed nervously and said, "Even if we did, I don't think I could handle you." I smiled at him.

He laughed and said, "You could handle me, baby, I promise, and it would feel so good for you. You owe it to yourself. This is your vacation, girl. Stop worrying about pleasing other people and think about yourself for a change. You are such a giver. I know it's hard for you, but you owe it to yourself to explore a little bit. There are things you could feel and experience you might be missing out on that you don't even know."

We kissed some more and chatted, and his words began to calm me again. I kind of started to see things his way. After all, why don't I think about my happiness more? I deserved to be happy, I told myself.

"You know, maybe you're right. I've just been so stressed about school and the wedding and everything. Maybe I need to relax more, Corey," I told him.

He grinned, nodded and said, "Absolutely, baby. Now you are seeing things from a different perspective."

Before I knew it, he was eating my pussy. I was on my back on the bed moaning and, gosh, it felt so good. We must have been making so much noise.

I returned the favor and sucked on his long, veiny, dark cock. My tongue ran up and down the shaft, swirling at the head as it mushroomed. The length was one thing, but the girth was staggering as well. It was so fucking hard. I couldn't believe how hard he was. His cock looked like a steel rod.

It was intimidating, I must admit, but exciting at the same time. Looking up at him and seeing him moan and grimace was exciting to me. I remember feeling like a lightning bolt was tingling through me. Excitement going through my body suddenly. It was hitting me. This was really happening. We were about to fuck.

The feeling was so sudden and intense, and I suddenly felt hornier than I ever had in my life. Words just started coming out of my mouth. Words of excitement and love, and finally, "Baby, I want you, I want you so badly. Please, baby, please."

Then he picked me up, and we kissed wildly as he tossed me onto the bed. I was so wet, and my pussy was juicy. I had never felt that level of moisture there in my life. He rubbed his dick a little then teased my pussy lips with the tip some. I was moaning now in anticipation. How did he make me feel like this? It was a new feeling I'd never quite felt before. A sluttier and nastier feeling.

Just like that, it went in. His dick slipping slowly inside me and easing in as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders. His penetration was raw. We never even discussed a condom.

Somehow, I'd forgotten all about it, about everything, my fiancé, my parents, Michigan. It was all gone. I was just taking a huge black dick. This was suddenly my whole world.

It was clear he had a lot of experience. He knew just how to thrust and hit my g-spot. It was like lightning; with each thrust I moaned louder. It was so hard to control my moans even though people were likely a wall over.

Soon he flipped me up and had me slide down on his long diamond hard cock and begin to fuck me as I rode him. My tits jiggled and he caressed them. Soon his thrusts intensified the flopping of my tits as I rode up and down like so many white bitches he had fucked before.

I had already orgasmed several times when he moved me to all fours. Being in doggy with a black guy feels so wild. It felt good for sure; I won't deny it. It was so beautiful the way he was working my pussy, fucking harder, shaping my pussy to his cock. God, it felt like he was even stretching it!

I moaned so much as he pumped, and my body moved in time with his. It was such a rhythm. It felt like music almost.

I remember his moans picked up too as we fucked. Soon we were both moaning, the room was filled with our cries and sudden pauses like grunts from him and then I felt him explode deep inside me. It happened so fast; we didn't have time to talk about it or have him pull out.

It was just this warm, wonderful feeling of so much cum flooding me. It felt like ropes and ropes of his seed flooding my womb.

Breathless, we lay together that night and soon we got up for more. Then more in the morning. Everything had changed.

To be continued in Part 3...