All of his friends had told him that he was crazy. Shanice Ledbetter was clearly out of his league, whether they were fellow professors or not and it wasn't something that he had to be reminded of. Still, Douglas wouldn't be deterred from his dream of having her black velvet pussy around his white velvet cock. Not only was she smart but she was beautiful as well and he loved that she offered someone like him her friendship.
He started out with lunch, either asking her out or bringing her a sack lunch for the cafeteria. She was always grateful and it evolved into an every day occurrence: he would provide the food and she would bring drinks and dessert. Their conversations, at first, were academic, but then began to deepen into personal and emotional areas. Douglas found himself opening up to her and his confidence grew. They went to a couple of mixers together and had a couple of dances but he always felt like an awkward child.
After three years of lunches, dances and dinners, he finally got up the nerve to ask her to the university's biggest dance, the Spring Cotillion and was delighted that she agreed to go with him. He rented his tux, bought flowers for her and arrived in a limousine to take her to the prom and was dazzled at what opened the door. Shanice had chosen a deep rose dress to match the pink in his cummerbund and had let her long hair down, letting its waves brush her shoulders.
"Wow! You're beautiful."
"You're very handsome yourself, Doug. Do I get a kiss?" Douglas leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek. "That's the best you can do?"
His mouth dried up but he moved into the circle of her arms and pressed his lips against hers. Those coral lips parted and he tilted his head, letting his tongue softly sweep against hers. The tremor he felt in her vibrated through him and he sighed, pulling back and smiling into her eyes. "Good?"
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