High school life is crazy when everyone's goal is toget laid. It appears as though the media had turnedeveryone into sex crazed zombis'. I'm not a homosexual,nor have I ever considered becoming one. My associatesbelieve that I'm queer, because they've never seen mewith any one of the opposite sex. They would often leave'queer' notes on my locker and on my desk, but I didn't letit bother me.

I dated a girl named Carla in my freshman year, butwe had to go our separate ways once we became juniors.She and I had a lot in common and it all fell apart onceshe realized that she had feelings for her old boyfriend. Itcannot be said that I've been celibate since my junior year,but the mere fact that I was committed to my textbooks leftme open for all sorts of criticisms.

The criticisms don't bother me, because I considermyself to be as much of a man as my dad. He was the onlyone who believed that I was destined to become a doctor.My dad was a "player" in his day, but once he decidedto make a life with my mom, he put his old ways behindhim. They supported one-another while my dad was inmed. school, but once she became pregnant with my sister,Krystle, and my brother James, the commitment was made.However, my mom was always busy heading the law firmthat she received as an inheritance.

Before we moved into this incredibly large home, I wasfortunate enough to have lived in some of the most affluentcities in the U.S. By the time my parents had decided tomake this our permanent home, I had decided what careerfield was most appealing to me. For years I wanted to studylaw, but once my grandmother died of ovarian cancer, thedecision for my dad to move to Chicago became easier tomake, along with my decision to become a gynecologist.It was my dad's idea for me to attend this high school andexcel in science courses, because he believed that thesecourses would benefit me in the future.

I attend a prestigious public school in a suburban area,and by my dad being a reputable physician, he made surethat I attended the proper classes. My classmates think I'mweird, while others knew that I was focused. I was strivingfor something. The academic scholarship was the breakthat I needed, because it's the beginning of greater thingsto come. Interestingly enough, I was chosen to receive thescholarship.

I would like to be the first to admit that I didn't have sexa lot during high school, but I did manage to get my grooveon from time-to-time. Sex was something that I indulged inwhen I wasn't trying to make the grades. However, makingthe grades was always primary. Leaving my junior highgirlfriend behind was difficult for me, but I've managed toadjust to these 'windy city' girls. After all, I was strivingfor a scholarship to med. school and I wasn't trying toestablish anything permanent with anyone.

It didn't make sense to me as to why everyone wasinterested in the person I was doing, but I guess that's thepart about growing up that my grandparents tried to explainto me. When I wasn't studying or trying to bust my balls,I was busy shooting basketball. The school coach oftenasked me to come to varsity tryouts, but receiving a sportsscholarship wasn't interesting to me.

It was obvious that the jocks had all the girls, but bythe end of the semester many of the jocks were strung outon drugs and the girls were overweight, single mothers. Ibelieved that I was hassled because my game was differentfrom others. The goal was to earn the grades and eliminateall distractions. Overall, I wanted to be just like my dadbecause my sister and brother had made a commitment tobecome lawyers, so it was only fair for me to follow in myfathers footsteps.

All of my life my dads work in his field gave him somuch joy. If I can manage to be as helpful to others and findjoy in it, I would feel successful, also. After all, I've got toput forth my best, because I've only wanted to become aphysician for about two years. My grandmother's passingwas the spark of my medical interest. 'To think that somedayI will be able to call my self Dr. Harris,' brought about acertain joy within me, because I wanted to help others. Mymom always said that anyone could be nothing, but that ittook even more to become something. Those words havebeen my guiding force since grade school.

I was out of school for two months and I couldn'twait to move out of state and get a real taste of campuslife. Through months of research, I decided to attend auniversity in Michigan. I had considered attending a nearbyuniversity, but I believed that an out-of-state universitywould be a better choice. The city of Ann Arbor was knownas a 'college town' and I was eager to move away fromChicago. My mom has family in Michigan and her oldersister had opened her doors and welcomed me inside, so Iwas set.

We hadn't seen each other since my freshman year but Ican remember that my aunt Joyce was a sweet person. Sheand her family lived in a Detroit suburb called Southfield.It didn't boast the elite homes that I was accustomed too,but they were nice. My aunt is a hairstylist who owns andoperates a salon in Detroit, and my uncle Ray works as anengineer for one of the 'big three' car companies nearby.Uncle Ray was preparing to retire in the spring and he washoping that he and I and my cousins could get togetherand spend some time on his boat. He has always enjoyedfishing, but I wasn't very fond of spending my time on aboat fishing for something that I wasn't going to eat.

Aunt Joyce and uncle Ray have three sons that aren'tmuch older than I am. What makes us different is the factthat they're criminals. The oldest son takes care of his sevenchildren with drug money; the second son is a junky andthe baby-boy is on probation for attempt murder. All of thatdoesn't matter, because we didn't have a perfect family. Itwill just be good to see them, because several years havegone by and things have changed considerably. This will bean opportunity to reconnect with my family and unwind.However, I was looking forward to attending one of thestrip parties that my cousin Ray would throw every season,because I've heard that they are outrageous.

I had planned to leave on the last Saturday in August,and I was overjoyed with anticipation. My mom had to bein the office for an early meeting, and my dad was gonebefore I awakened. She came into my room to say her lastwords to me with tears in her eyes. Well, this is the big day.Your father and I put something in your bank account fora rainy day, because we know that you have got to survive,she said. Mom sat on the side of the bed and wiped hertears as I clutched my pillow. Mom, do anything, but pleasedon't cry. I'm going away to school mom, not war, I said.Michigan is four-and-a-half hours away and you and dadcan come and visit anytime. However, I'll probably be backbefore you guys make it there. After all, the holidays arequickly approaching, and you know that I'll be lookingforward to seeing everyone. I may need you and dad tocome up and visit a-lot, because I'm going to miss thoseSunday dinners. She and I laughed over that remark as Isat up and embraced her.

Wiping away her tears, she said, I'm not crying becauseyou're leaving for school, but it's because I'm going to missseeing you. When I come home from work, I've alwaysknown that you were going to be home to greet me. Yourdad is here, but it's not the same. I place my faith in Godand I know that you're going to be okay. Although, whileyou're in Michigan, I'll appreciate it if you would call youraunt, and your cousins. She then gave me a hug and kissbefore leaving the room.

The look on my mom's face was all that I couldremember, as I thought about what the girls were like inMichigan. When I spoke with my aunt, she assured methat my cousins would introduce me to the 'right' girls.What my aunt didn't know was that I could find my owngirls, and I heard that Michigan has a lot of them. There'sa young pussy, black pussy, white pussy, several kinds ofpussy, seeking attention and physical contact in Michigan.The more I drove, the more excited I became. After-all,there is nothing like fresh, out of state booty. I had $35,000in my bank account, I'm four hours from home and I havefamily in the same state. Filled with joy, I drove at thesteady speed of 90 mph and it seemed like I wasn't gettingthere fast enough. Once I saw the sign that read 'Welcometo Michigan,' a different kind of feeling came over me. Itwas a feeling of elation. An overwhelming excitement.

When I arrived onto the campus, there were people comingfrom everywhere. They were white, black, Chinese, all kindsof people, of many origins. The women looked hot and I couldonly imagine the things that I would experience before myeducation was complete. Standing 6'4, weighing 210 lbs., anathletic build ... Adam Harris was now ready to face theworld as a freshman from Chi-town. Ready to conquer the'Big D.' I didn't know anyone and no one knew me.

Everything from this point was going to be a newexperience. With money in the bank and my classes/suppliespaid for, I only had to concern myself with meals andclothes. My car was paid for and I had unlimited minuteson my cell phone. I was about to begin living like a "blackprince." Therefore, I unpacked and I took a stroll aroundcampus and through the neighborhood. Every girl I sawwas more attractive than the last. The shops and eaterieswere crowded with individuals running up tabs on theirparents credit cards.

This town reminded me of Key West, because it hadsuch narrow streets. As I stared at the buildings and nearbyhomes, I saw a woman run past me that was so damn"fine" that I wanted to run next to her. Her hair was donein a ponytail, she wore spandex shorts and had one of thefirmest behinds of every woman on the street. 'If I couldsomehow run into her again, I would make her my ownprivate joy,' I thought. Well, if it's meant to be, it will be, Iwhispered while staring over my shoulder.

However, I couldn't be rude and ignore all of the otherpretty faces that were nearby. Seeing a group of people atan arcade really caught my attention, so I walked inside.Video games are favorites of mine and this was a greatopportunity to play some games and meet a few friendlyfaces. Once inside, I noticed that the games that I wasinterested in were all taken. All of the cute girls were withsomeone, so I wandered back onto the street and made myway toward the dorms.

The first class I attended was Anatomy and I heard thatthe teacher was so attractive that I wouldn't be able to takemy eyes off of her, although from a distance the instructordid look familiar. Her name was Miss Daly and she stood5'5 with shoulder length black hair that was so dark that itlooked like it was washed in black ink. It held a glimmeringshine. Someone pointed her out to me before class startedand I was impressed. She had skin that appeared to be assoft a baby's butt.

Miss Daly appeared to be in her twenties, but that didn'tmatter to me if the vibes were right.

Besides, I've always had a thing for older women. Whenshe entered the room, half the guys stared while the otherssat there like mummies. From her small waist to her petitefeet, she was definitely a "ten." Looking as if she wasdesperate for attention. 'Judging from her size, I'll bet thather vagina is as tight as a hat band,' I thought with a smile.However, as attractive as she was, I would love to make heracquaintance.

As the weeks went by, I focused on my grades andless time thinking about Miss Daly. I aced everything shethrew my way. However, acing her assignments was onlythe beginning. Miss Daly tried to come across as someonewith an education from Harvard or Berkeley, because sheput a lot of effort into making her assignments as difficultas possible. Her efforts were a waste of time becausewhen you got it, you've got it. The assignments wereteasers and I actually got a big laugh out of them. It was atthis point that I was grateful for having paid attention inmy science classes during my junior and senior years ofhigh school. However, it wasn't long before other studentswere coming to me for help and I believe that's whatupset her the most. It was as if she taught the class and Iwould come behind her and add clarity to what she hadpreviously discussed.

While studying in the library one Saturday afternoon,I looked up from my text and she was standing over me.Miss Daly wore a pair of body hugging, designer denimjeans and jacket. Her hair was done in a ponytail and shewore designer sandals. It then dawned on me that she wasthe girl that ran past as I walked across the campus. AmI keeping you from your studies, she asked? I shook myhead as I sat back in my chair trying to believe what Iwas seeing. Slowly, she removed her jacket and placed itover her forearm, giving me a chance to take a glance ather toned thighs. While she spoke, I stared at her crotch,surprised that the woman whom I wanted to meet wasactually my instructor. This felt like a grade school crush,but she was attractive and there's nothing wrong with doinga little daydreaming.

It wasn't long after she started speaking that she invitedme to lunch. Spontaneously, I shouted "Yes!" I sat therestartled as she walked around the library waiting patientlyfor me to gather my things. 'The guys from home wouldn'tbelieve this was happening to a guy like me after a monthof being in a new environment,' I thought. There wasn't aclue in my mind as to what was going to take place today,but as long as she and I were together, it really didn't matter.I was game for whatever.

Miss Daly and I drove to a small family restaurant thatwas unfamiliar to me, but the area was decent. It was alonga street filled with old homes that probably dated back to theearly thirties and forties. The place only held six tables andthree booths. We seated ourselves at one of the booths andI tried to make my way toward her as she got comfortable.Miss Daly sat down and slid her body toward mine andsurprised me because I wasn't sure if she'd want to sit soclose. Mature for my age, I had to play the part. Miss Dalysmelled so good that I wished that she would sit on my lap.However, I'll be patient and let nature work things out.

We talked over lunch and it was amazing how muchwe had in common. I became more interested with herevery time she spoke. She wore a smile that brightenedthe room, and melted my heart. This woman was a "dime"piece and she knew it. My grandfather used to tell me thatif I could make a woman smile or laugh, then I'd probablyhave a chance with her. Miss Daly laughed so much thather panties should have been damp.

I talked about my ambitions and she grew moreinterested in the fact that I had a goal, than the fact that Iwas a young student who was moderately attractive. MissDaly waved for the waitress and within a few seconds thebill was placed on the table. As I reached for the receipt,she placed her hand on top of mine. I'll take care of this,I said. Miss Daly slowly ran her hand across mine as sheremoved hers. Would you like to come back to my placeand watch a movie or something? I have some wine in thefridge and a lovely Futon sofa that reclines, she said. Yeah,that sounds good, I replied. I then got up from the table andapproached the register, scratching my head as I thoughtabout her proposal. 'Hell yeah, I was up for a movie, thereclining Futon and the drink,' I thought while reachingfor my wallet.

Before leaving the restaurant, I went to the restroom.As I stood before the urinal, I began imagining what couldeventually happen between Miss Daly and me. There wasthe desire to hold her, kiss her and do any and everythingpossible. I was so engulfed in the thought that I wasn'taware that I had finished using the restroom. It wasn't untilI noticed others coming into the room that it occurred onme that I was finish, and had been for a couple of minutes.

Miss Daly had rose to her feet and began putting herjacket on when I arrived to the table. Taking her purse fromthe table she brushed up against me several times as sheleft the tip, took the mints and fondled through the mess onthe table. I knew that it was all apart of her plan for me tofeel her body against mine and vice verse. She walked infront of me and the sight was very pleasant. Slow down, Iyelled as she waved her flag in front of me. "I want to seeit move in slow motion!" Miss Daly slowed her pace as weexited the restaurant. Watching her walk in-front of me wasa pleasant treat as my mind continued to wander.