I had rung the bell at Melanie's apartment, and was standing there thinking about either calling her or giving the bell a third try. We were assigned a group project in stats class and Saturday morning at her place was her idea. She said come by at 11. It was 11:05. I was pretty much right on time.
Right when I was about to call her I heard her yell from the other side of the door that she was coming. Her muffled voice was a combination of annoyed and apologetic. I could hear her saying she completely forgot about this project as she opened the door.
Melanie looked like she had just gotten up. Wearing a little t-shirt and some short shorts, her hair and makeup were a mess. She was still hot though. Dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a body to kill for. She apologized and said she needed a few minutes to get ready as she let me in.
I said no problem and said I would get set up. Her apartment was nice, pretty large and with an open concept floor plan. We walked through the living room as she directed me to the kitchen. I took my laptop out and she set about making some coffee.
She was hot. I tried not to stare as she moved about the kitchen, but it was hard not to. Her shorts were so short, I caught a glimpse of the underside of her butt as she reached for the coffee on the upper cabinets. I quickly looked away and looked back at the computer. I don't think she noticed.
After starting the coffee, she said that she needed a few minutes to get ready and would be right back. She said I could help myself to some coffee and disappeared down the hallway. I sat there and messed around with my phone, idly thinking about Melanie. We didn't really know each other. It was early in the semester, and we just got randomly assigned together. But I did think that she seemed like kind of an airhead, and, was well, smoking hot. I found myself wondering if I might be able to hook up with her. Maybe this was my in.
I got up and grabbed a cup of coffee, reminiscing about this skirt Melanie wore to class the other day. She had these little high heel shoes on and her legs looked amazing. I always found myself checking her out. I couldn't help it. When we got assigned together, I was equal parts excited and worried. Excited because of how good she looked and the prospect of spending some time with her. Worried because, well, she was kind of a ditz, and I was a good student, here on a scholarship, and couldn't afford to do poorly.
I absentmindedly looked around her apartment while daydreaming about Melanie. Her place was kind of a mess. I noticed empty cups, bras on the floor, clothes, a backpack, and what looked like a pair of both mens and women's shoes. The place could use a good cleaning.
I sat down with my coffee and booted up excel when i heard someone coming down the hallway. Expecting Melanie's slender curvy figure, I was very surprised to see a 6'2" shirtless black man come, barefoot, wearing jeans, looking slightly annoyed and holding a small trash can.
"My bad," he said gruffly, "My shirt out here in the other room."
He walked from the hallway to the couch and grabbed a t-shirt from the mess. He then stuffed the shirt in the back pocket of his jeans and walked to me, motioning with the trash can.
This guy was in shape. If he didn't live at the gym he spent all his free time there. Broad shoulders, pecs, abs...if i looked like him I probably wouldn't own a shirt. He seemed to be a few years older than me and made me more than a little intimidated and self conscious. There goes any chance of hooking up with Melanie.
He threw the bedroom trash into the kitchen garbage, and then shook my hand and introduced himself. His name was Jerome and he explained that was seeing Melanie and it was his fault they were still sleeping. He kept her up late, he said with a smirk.
I have to admit my heart sunk a little bit. I was never good with the ladies, but i couldn't help but entertain thoughts of hooking up with Melanie over this project or something. It was silly, but she was so pretty, and to be honest I was pretty lonely, having no luck with the women on campus this year.
Those ideas went out the window when I shook Jerome's big hand. He was an imposing figure. Tall, handsome, dark skinned, it seemed like his fingers wrapped all the way around my hand. I could see the wrapper from a Trojan Magnum condom in the garbage can next to us. My mind raced as I tried to shut out thoughts of the two of them, and focus on the task at hand.
Jerome went and sat on the couch, turning on the TV. It was now 11:30, Melanie was no where in sight, I had work at 6:00, and I was stuck in this apartment with someone I did not know, who very quickly made me realize that he did not appreciate my presence.
"How long you think this is gonna take?" Jerome asks after a few minutes of silence. Thankfully he had put a shirt on by now.
"I don't know, not that long, a few hours maybe?" I reply.
"A few hours?" he replies incredulously, "That ain't gonna work. Her and I got some unfinished business from this morning," he said.
"Umm, I'm sorry," I said, stumbling to find the right words, "Melanie, she, uh told me to come by here at this time. I texted her that I was coming while I was on my way. I was even a few minutes late," I said meekly, as if I had to justify why I was there.
"I know, she told me what she told you, but it don't matter," he said, sound aggravated, "You gotta be outta here asap, OK white boy?"
I didn't know how to reply. I started to mumble something about trying to be as fast as I could when he cut me off.
"Imma just tell your ass, OK," he goes off, getting up off the couch and walking towards the kitchen, "I just had this dick in that white girl's mouth," he said, grabbing his dick by his inner thigh, "You interrupted that. Do you know what it's like to interrupt a black dick like that?" he asked me pointedly.
I didn't know, so I didn't reply. I was stunned by the whole situation. It felt like his words spun me completely around. How foolish was I to think I might be able to hook up with her when a guy like this was all over it already.
"You best be fast, or you might find out," he said, "Melanie knows she's in trouble with me for this. Don't you end up on my shit list too."
I just kind of gulped and nodded, which I am sure was the effect he was going for. He flipped around the channels on the TV while i just kind of sat there stunned in the kitchen. A few minutes later Melanie came out.
Melanie had on the same outfit, but had taken a shower, fixed up her hair, makeup, and made herself smell fantastic. She came in, went over to her man, said a few things, and then they made out for a minute. When they were kissing, Jerome had his hands all over her body. I stared at the two of them with a bizarre feeling mix of jealousy and apprehension. Shen then walked towards the kitchen. I watched Jerome stare at her ass, and then give me a look as if to say "remember what I told you."
We quickly got to work on the project. As suspected, she wasn't the brightest bulb, and I had to do most of the work. This made it unlikely we were going to get done quicker than anticipated. She was constantly on her phone, texting and laughing at whatever it was. Personally, I really found it hard to focus, between how hot Melanie was, the man on her couch, and my own naughty thoughts.
I kept thinking about the two of them fucking. I couldn't help it. I was never particularly into interracial porn or anything, but the thoughts kept coming. All kinds of positions, her on top, him hitting it from the back, and of course, her on her knees, sucking his dick like she was doing earlier. I tried to brush them aside. But they were both attractive people, and I knew what was going on right before I arrived.
After about an hour, I excuse myself to use the restroom. I go down the hallway, pee, and wash up. When I came out it was quickly clear that project time was over.
Coming down the hallway, I heard some giggling. I expected to see them making out or him slapping her ass or something. But no. Jerome was on the couch, Melanie was on her knees, and she was sucking his dick. Her back was facing me, and she was mostly obscuring Jerome, but I could see the back of her head bobbing up and down. Her hands were in front of her face, and her ass was sticking out of her short shorts as she leaned forward a bit. There was no denying what I was looking at. So much for getting the school work done.
I froze. I couldn't help but stop and stare. For a few long moments no one said anything, and all I heard was the sound of her sucking on his shaft. I wasn't even sure if they knew i was there. For a second I thought about trying to sneak out of there, maybe I could grab my computer and bolt. But they were right by the door. So i just stared. I started at her big round ass, the slight jiggle it made as her head went back and forth. I stared at the rhythmic motion of the back of her head. I found myself unwittingly wondering how big his dick was. It seemed like she was moving her head and hands a lot. It had to be huge, I found myself thinking. I saw the large condoms wrappers, plus, he was a big black guy. It would only make sense for him to have a big black dick. I felt my dick growing hard up against my jeans.
"Like what you see, white boy?" said Jerome, interrupting my train of thought. I heard Melanie stop sucking his dick for long enough to let out a quiet chuckle, and after laughing for a moment returned to her job.
Once again, I was speechless and had no idea what to say.
"I told ya'll to hurry up. Don't worry white boy, we are just finishing up what we started before. Shouldn't take too long. Go back to your project and Mel will be with you when she's done. I know you were doing all the work anyway." He laughed. Melanie playfully hit him in the chest.
Melanie stopped for a minute and turned her head around. With her left hand she kept slowly stroking him, but with her right she motioned to the kitchen table.
"Just go sit down and let me finish this up," she said, "You don't understand, I have to do this. You interrupted before. Sorry you have to see this but just sit down and shut up for a few and then we can get back to work."
"Yeah, listen to the white girl," he said, guiding her head back down onto his dick with his hand. "You don't want her to get in trouble, do you?"
With that he smacked her ass, gave it a good squeeze, and they both laughed. She then went back to sucking his dick. Dumbfounded, I obeyed, walked back to the kitchen, trying not to look and completely failing on more than one occasion. My own dick was now rock hard, firmly pressing against my jeans as I awkwardly walked across the room and sat back down. I wondered how much bigger than me he was, but from the angle I couldn't see his dick.
When I sat down, they were kind of behind and to my right. I tried to go back to the project and focus as best I can. I told myself if I just didn't look they would be finished before I knew it. Jerome's stamina was better than my willpower, and within a minute I tried to peer over my shoulder and sneak a look. I couldn't help myself.
I felt my jaw drop and my eyes bug out. Unlike from he hallway, here I had a better view of Jerome than Melanie. From this angle, I could see him from the front, and her from the side, kneeling in front of him.
