As the semester went on, school got busier and took more of my time. I was not able to see Frank again, partly because of how busy things got but also because my roommates were usually home.
We kept in touch though, we would have late night phone sex or text each other, although he was terrible at it. I wasn't able to see him again for months. It was not until Spring Break when a window of opportunity finally arose. Similar to Fall Break, my parents were again going on vacation, this time, on a trip overseas. I seriously began to wonder if they even wanted me to be a part of their lives or if they were just suffering from a mid-life crisis of sorts.
Again, my roommates were all going back home for the break. Again, I was going to be alone for the whole week. And again, I was going to get cratered and creamed by Frank. In the days leading up the break, I became more antsy. I could barely stay focused for my mid-terms and had many sleepless nights, just anticipating being with Frank again.
On Friday evening, the last of my roommates bid farewell for the week and I was finally alone. Just like that, the whole town became deserted once again.
"Hi! You home?" I called Frank on his phone.
"Huh?! Who is this?!" Frank growled. "Ohhh...yesss...yesss, I'm ready for that sweet fat little ass of yours, I'm waitin' for ya!"
I giggled, embarrassed and hung up. I slipped on the tiniest pair of running shorts I could find from like middle school and a tank and flip-flops and hurried excitedly over to his place. "301E, 301E, 301E!" I kept whispering to myself aloud as I came up to his apartment. It was a cool, crisp full moon tonight, as I licked my lips and rang his doorbell.
The heavy thud of his footsteps lasted seemingly an eternity, but the door creaked open at last. My heart jumped and the butterflies were wreaking havoc in my stomach as the familiar anxiety and lust all returned upon gazing up at him.
"About time, boy! Damn school keepin' you busy! Get that little ass in here!" He growled. I tried to slither past him, but he stopped me dead in my tracks with a hand on my belly. "Mmmm...let me get a quick feel, make sure you ain't got that freshman 15! HAHAHA!"
"Unnnhhh...ohhh goshh!" I moaned softly as he plunged his hand into my shorts and grabbed my dick. He put his other hand down my backside and grabbed a handful of my ass.
"Damn...you been workin' out! Feels nice and tight! You haven't been foolin' around on me, have you?!" Frank glared at me, his putrid breath permeating my nostrils.
"N-n-no...of course not!" I stammered back, truly scared for a moment.
He relaxed into a dirty grin. "Mmm...let's get you nice and loose for daddy!" The door slammed shut. It had been about 6 months since I had last seen Frank, so there was a bit of stranger anxiety.
"There he is!" I heard another voice in the dimly lit apartment. In the tiny living room, sprawled out on the sofa, was Richard.
"Ohh!" I gasped. I had almost forgotten about Richard. I lusted after him following our first interaction at the clubhouse, but that was just a distant memory now. I was not expecting to hear from him, much less see him again.
"C'mere, sweety! Ash, right?!" He grinned. In the darkness, he looked even more menacing and monstrous. Frank was also quite massive in his own right, but I had been intimate with Frank already. Richard was still largely an unknown...and so black.
My heart raced as I tiptoed over to him. Frank's hand was on my ass, nudging me towards Richard. "Aw, come on, baby! I know you a little slut! Moan like one too!" Richard seemingly hissed at me. He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me closer to him before shoving me down next to him on the sofa. I was startled by his bold aggression as my already dry mouth was parched at this point. I was bug-eyed at this point as I stared up at him, riddled with fear. His big, bald head was the size of a watermelon, anchored to his gigantic frame by a short and thick neck. He was dressed in shorts and a tee and was wearing crew socks. His calves and thighs were thick as tree trunks, appeared even more massive than Frank's, perhaps because of his dark skin tone.
I gulped as I gingerly eased myself down next to him. Richard immediately put his massive hand on my exposed thigh and pulled my leg up and draped it over his knee. I looked on in silent protest as he began rubbing his hand aggressively up and down my thigh, at times sliding it deep into my crotch area, but stopping just short of my mound.
"Been a while...thought we had somethin' goin' the last time we met. I suppose I read into it too much!" Richard said, his voice low and thunderously deep.
"I-I...I dunno...just busy...school and all," was all I could muster in response. My dry mouth and throat were not cooperating with me tonight. I couldn't take my off of him out of fear. I was in disbelief that he had already tasted me and was intimate in a way only 3 others had been in whole life.