They say women die with a lot of secrets and this would’ve been one of them.

It was my sophomore year of college and Facebook was popping. I had never pursued a guy via social media, so this was a first for me. I befriended him, wanted him, and let the universe do the rest.

And just like I imagined, I got a direct message from him days or so later asking me how I was and where I went to school.

Bingo!

He was the guy on campus that everyone wanted and was EVERYTHING physically: tall, nice body, chinky eyes, and dimples. Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a sucker for a man with dimples.

Before you knew it, I was taking that late night drive, solo, to the HBCU a few miles away from my PWI (predominately white university). It was late and I knew what I was getting into.

I remember like it was yesterday, I made sure my bra and panties matched because who knew what was going to happen.

As soon as I arrived he greeted me at the door with a smile that would make any girl’s panties melt. I watched the squinting of his eyes in excitement and the indentions of his dimples on his caramel skin and followed him back to his room.

We talked a little and to set the mood he turned on Trey Songz new “Ready” album, in which I still can’t listen to the same today without any reminiscence. He turned off the lights and I laid there, heart pounding. This is what I wanted and it was about to go down. I didn’t want anything from him, but I wanted this.

He began to remove his clothes and began moving his body up and down while removing my leggings. He glanced over my body and complimented me on my bubble gum pink, lace bra and panty set kissing me softly from my lips on down…

“Do you kiss everybody?” I thought.

After it was over, I was satisfied. I was OK if I didn’t hear from him. I wanted one thing, came for one thing, and got one thing. After, we laid in the bed and talked about our upbringing and how we both grew up in a religious household. The next morning I left.

I never heard from him after, except our random occasional text messages every few months or so and random run-ins at homecoming with my cousin.

Fast-forward a few months later and I’m in the apartment of the guy that I spent the majority of my college years with.

I heard him on the phone, but paid little attention to whom he was talking to. He told me that some of his friends were coming over. I had no choice but to be OK with it; I was in the back room in the bed, its not like I was going to see them. Furthermore, as long as he came to the back room to check on me every so often I was OK.

Maybe a half an hour later or so, I heard loud voices. Men voices of course and I decided to finally get up and go to the front to introduce myself. This is my girl, “Courtnee.” As I walked out the room, it was HIM…. he looked at me, I looked at him, “Hi, nice to meet you” I said.

OH MY GOD. I could’ve peed on myself. Literally. He gave me a devilish grin, and I smiled back. We both knew what had happened a few months before.

I never told the guy that I dated for 2 ½ years that I slept with him and I’m assuming his frat brother never told him either because it had never been brought up over the next 2-3 years.

It was our little secret, well, at least until now.

Courtnee