During my first year in college I had become really close friends with Carl and Faith. Most nights we would be at Carl's apartment studying, talking and occasionally drinking ourselves silly. I had met Carl in my photography, as we were paired up by the professor on the first assignment. We both shared a love for motorcycles and that stood as the foundation for our friendship. I knew Faith in high school since she was friends with an ex-girlfriend and after that relationship ended, we continued to talk and became really close buddies. I introduced Carl to Faith and the three of us quickly became inseparable.
I would be lying if I said that Faith's looks had nothing to do with the reason why I continued to be friends with her after my break-up. Being a black guy, I fit right into the stereotype of liking a nice round butt and have actually turned away a sure fuck because of a flat ass. Faith is Vietnamese and not much about her was stereotypical.
Yes, she is short with long, straight black hair but if you saw her from the back you would think she was Brazilian. At just over five feet tall, Faith's ass almost seems impossible on her tiny frame. Her parents also own and restaurant and when she turned 18, daddy's girl begged for and received a pair of 34C's from the best plastic surgeon in the state. Faith's incredible body, uniquely beautiful face and slight accent made her the most exotic and lusted after girl at my high school.
The three of us were at Carl's getting tipsy one night when he asked if we would help him with a school project.
"I want to draw you two," Carl said. Carl is an amazing artist and was taking a figure drawing course.
"Cool, who are you gonna do first?" Faith asked.
"I want to draw you both, together."
"I'm down," I said, taking a heavy swig from my run and coke.
"Yea, let's do it," Faith added.
I looked at Carl and he gave me a 'You owe me big time' grin as he got up and headed towards his bedroom.
"We'll do it in here," he called out to us.
Faith and I grabbed our drinks and playfully raced into his bedroom. Carl was sitting at his small computer desk setting up a small easel.
"What now, van Gogh?" I asked.
Carl told me to sit on the bed, facing away from him. "Now take off your shirt," he instructed.
As I did, I saw Faith sneaking a peek at my toned chest and abs while she sipped her drink. Throughout high school I played basketball, football, ran track and lifted weights which were all paying off now.
"Okay Faith, I want you to sit in his lap and put your head on his shoulder."
She put her cup on the ground by his bed and jumped on me. I immediately started to tickle her sides and we wrestled momentarily while Carl started a playlist on his computer. We stopped when he started giving more instructions.
"Now wrap your left arm under his and grab his shoulder... Yea, that's perfect now both of you turned towards me just a little bit."
I had to pick Faith up since her entire weight was in my lap. I did so by placing my large hands on both her ass cheeks and moved into position.
"I can palm a basketball but your ass is too big even for these," I joked, holding my hands up. Carl burst out laughing and Faith glared at me. "Are you sure you that plastic Dr. Gordon didn't give you boobs AND a black girl's ass?"
"Har har, you're so funny," Faith said sarcastically, as she pinched one of my exposed nipples.
"Okay Faith, look at me and tilt your head... The other way... A little more... Wait, something isn't right."
"What wrong?" Faith asked.
"Your shirt... Can you take it off?" Carl asked.
"And bra?"
"Yea," Carl quickly answered.
There was a pause as Faith contemplated the request. In my head I had my fingers crossed and promised to give up a few bad habits if she agreed.
"Sure," Faith said. I did owe Carl big time.
She climbed off my lap and turned around and pulled her shirt off, her slender back arching with the two sexiest dimples now showing right above her ass. Then Faith reached back with both hands and unclasped her bra. She used one arm to cover herself and turned back around. Suddenly there was a completely different mood in Carl's bedroom. Her playful demeanor had been replaced by an electric, sexual energy that was radiating from every inch of Faith's body. I tried to act like it wasn't a big deal but in reality my heart was beating louder than the music.
She climbed back into my lap, keeping her arm in place until she was pressed firmly against my chest. Faith quickly pulled her arm from between us and I felt her erect nipples pressing against my warm skin.
I couldn't stop the reaction in my pants. I felt myself begin to get harder with each heartbeat and could only hope that Faith wouldn't notice.
"I'll let you know when you can move your arms but right now don't move," Carl said.
"Maybe you should tell your little friend that," Faith said quietly while shifting her hips slightly.
"I'm sorry, I can't help it," I whispered with obvious embarrassment.
Carl began sketching and told us when it was okay to reach for our drinks as we all wanted to keep our buzz going. Whenever Faith reached for her drink, she moved enough for me to make out the tops of her nipples.
Carl finished in about 15 minutes and we both got up to stretch. Faith used one arm as a tube top and Carl spun the easel so we could see how it turned out.
"Oh my god, that's awesome!" Faith said excitedly.
Carl's work never ceases to amaze me and even though he was a little tipsy, the drawing was incredible. Faith was really impressed.
