I would like to preface this story by saying it is a revised version of the older story of the same name, it has fixed grammar and spelling as well as fleshed out and additional scenes and information.
This story is based on real events that have occurred to me in real life, though the overall plot is fictional.
Hello, my name is Red Lafayette, I'm from Omaha, Nebraska, six feet tall on a good day and twenty-three years old. I have straight chocolate brown hair, almond shaped green eyes and lightish beige skin. I'm a little overweight at two hundred and twenty pounds, but most of that is from a life of good cooking and physical labor from a variety of trade jobs. Most recently I work as a night shift security guard.
My roommate's name is Agatha Macintyre. I've known her for a few years now, but we have only been sharing our apartment for a few months. She's on the smaller side, being about five foot five and maybe one hundred and ten pounds. She's half black and half Irish with beautiful milk chocolate skin, long black dreadlocks, big honey brown eyes and a very nice heart shaped ass. She's a little younger than me at twenty and is working as a nurse at our city's VA hospital.
Ever since I was a child I'd been attracted to black girls, they just had a little spark that other girls didn't seem to have. But I always felt self-conscious being half Japanese. Agatha and I had been slightly flirty with light teasing and joking here or there and we did generally get along pretty well, but I decided it was better if I didn't pursue her since we were splitting the rent and utilities fifty-fifty.
That's more or less how things went, we'd talk in the mornings and evenings before we'd head to work or bed. Once in a while Agatha would go on some Tinder date, but she usually came home disappointed and I'd listen to her complain. And she would listen to me complain about the girls I dated. Honestly I was really enjoying these little moments with her, I have very few friends left in the world... and I liked to think of Agatha as one of them.
During an unseasonably warm day in March she came home from work and needed a shoulder to cry on. Apparently she had broken up with her most recent boyfriend because he was married. As I comforted her, saying that he was an idiot for giving you up, I half jokingly suggested that we date to get back at him, fully expecting her to laugh at the idea... but instead she agreed.
She left the room to go get ready... I, however, was freaking out. I'm completely inept when it comes to romantic relations, even personal friendships, and I hadn't gone on a date-date since college. Oh, yeah sure I'd gone to get coffee or lunch with people... and there'd been the occasional club hookup.
Those kinda ended when I ended up tied up in the center of a pentagram with some naked chick fucking my ass with an eightteen inch dildo... which was a lot more fun than the alternatives like being sacrificed or waking up in a tub full of ice.
I texted my siblings asking for advice, all six texted back moments later. Yeah... I have a very big family. My parents have been together for over thirty-five years and they've been INCREDIBLY happy together.
Scott, the oldest at thirty-four, said don't be afraid to be a real man. Yeah, right... he's been divorced twice. Ann, the second oldest at twenty-seven, told me to just be myself and relax. Lizzie, the third oldest at twenty-five, told me not to stare at Agatha's breasts... too much at least. I'm number four at twenty-three. Lucy, the fifth oldest at twenty-two, laughed at the idea of any one liking me. Damn her. Dom, the sixth oldest at twenty, told me not to fuck this up. And Robbie, the youngest at fourteen, was confused that I hadn't already asked Agatha out, he was the only one who had met her before.
As I argued with my siblings Agatha came out wearing a white sundress and sandals. She had her dreadlocks tied back in a ponytail that swept over her left shoulder down to her breasts. My heart nearly stopped there and then, I even dropped my phone.
She smiled while taking my hand and said, "C'mon or we'll be late."
She took me to a ramen shop she liked in our neighborhood. She was so pretty that I didn't want to take my eyes off of her the whole night. She noticed my blushing and teased me mercilessly. Laughing at my stupid jokes and touching my arm. Even if it was just because we were already friends, well I was feeling better about myself.
Literally the next day our city declared a lockdown for the pandemic. Thankfully both of us were essential workers so we survived that summer better than some other people. We continued the arrangement by having movie or tv show dates. Agatha is really into foreign stuff mostly because other countries don't push political bullshit like Hollywood does, with her favorite being Asian dramas.
After a couple of months of this arrangement, Agatha came home with a Hawaiian pizza saying she wanted to watch a particular Japanese show. I turned on the oven to preheat as she went to shower. As I squatted there I thought about how much our relationship had changed in a short amount of time. Sure we'd been a little flirty here or there, but lately Agatha had been dropping hints. Once or twice now I've come home from work and found Agatha sleeping in my bed.
I was so wrapped in my thoughts that I didn't notice Agatha's voice until she tapped my shoulder.
"Hey, Red, can I borrow some shampoo?"
She was standing in the doorway, only wearing a towel... water dripping from every bit of her dark body. Her dreadlocks down to her breasts and to her toned legs.
I stared blankly for far too long before saying, "Uh... yeah... sure."
"Thanks," she said, smiling.
As she turned around the hem of her towel raised just high enough for me in my squatting position to see where the tops of her thighs met her ass. My face flushed crimson when she glanced over her shoulder grinning slyly.
I tried to shake the image of her ass from my head as I stepped into the tv room... but I couldn't. The way the water drops caressed its excellent shape. I went back into the kitchen, filled up a bowl with icy water and repeatedly dunked my whole head in it until Agatha stepped in and laughed at what I was doing.
We sat down and she turned on a Japanese noir drama. She sat down in my lap, deliberately snuggling up close enough for me to smell the peach scent of my shampoo. As we watched the show I noticed that the subtitles weren't quite matching with what the characters were actually saying in Japanese. From what I gathered the lead was a detective trying to find her partner's killer while also balancing her work and love life with her boyfriend.
The oven pinged that it was done preheating, I got up and put in the thawed pizza and came back. Agatha sat down in my lap again, but she didn't resume the show.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, looking down at her.
"I was thinking," she started, turning to me and I shit you not, with the most nonchalant tone of voice asked, "Do you wanna fuck?"
It took me several moments to understand the question before I started sputtering, "W-what? Seriously?"
"Yeah, why not?" she asked, a little too comfortably, "You've noticed my hints, right?"
I was speechless as she grabbed my hand and brought it up to her breast. I felt through her thin shirt that she wasn't wearing a bra. She got up and pulled her shirt over her head, causing her perky apple sized breasts to bounce slightly.
"I-I don't have any condoms," I said, not taking my eyes off her breasts as they swayed.
"Not a problem," she brushed it off, pulling down her gym shorts and showing off her freshly shaved pussy.
My heart leapt into my throat as I silently watched her kneel down in front of me and pull down my shorts and boxers. My cock sprang up at full mast, bumping her nose.
"Oh my," Agatha joked as she stared at my cock, "Good to see that not all Asians have small packages."
I chuckled nervously, I know that some people like to exaggerate and brag that they have like twelve inches of pussy pounder, but I'm not gonna. I'm not cartoonishly Johnny Sins pornstar big, six or seven inches when full... depending how you measure, but I'm a grower so I occasionally surprise some girlfriends.
Agatha leaned in and licked the underside of my cock, making it flex in response. She continued licking like it was a lolly before slipping it into her mouth. My cockhead rested at the back of her tongue and brushed against the opening of her throat as she slowly bobbed her head. She hummed contentedly as she stared up at me with those big honey brown eyes as she took me down to my base and my cockhead pushed against the back of her throat making her gag.
I reached my hand down and cupped her cheek, suddenly her finger slipped into my ass and pressed down at a specific spot. I grabbed Agatha's head as I arched up, driving my cock into the back of her mouth so my cum shot down her throat. Agatha gagged and sputtered before swallowing the remaining jizz in her mouth.
"Been drinking my pineapple juice?" she smirked, licking her full lips.
"Sorry," I whispered, coming down from my high, "Where'd you learn that finger thing?"
"I got into some trouble with a teacher back in high school, the dirty old bastard enjoyed it."
I didn't ask any further. She gestured for me to lay flat, before climbing over my face and lining up her dripping pussy with my mouth.
