Rose Lloyd sat on the bed, looking at her reflection in the mirror. At the age of twenty, she stood five feet eight ten tall, somewhat plump but still pretty, with short hair, dark brown skin and pale bronze eyes. This gal was seriously bored out of her mind. Recently, she had been in a slump. All work and no play can give a black girl the blues. Life in college wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.
There were about two thousand females and one thousand eight hundred male students at Cadmus College. All the cute guys were taken. Those who weren't seeing campus girls went out with babes from other colleges. Rose came from a small town in Idaho. She wasn't as wild and outgoing as the city girls on campus. Shy and somewhat insecure about her looks, this gal was lonely.
Not far from her, lying in bed was her pal Steven Harold. How to describe Steve? A tall young black man from Idaho. He was nice and friendly, very handsome but unfortunately for Rose and every other hopeful girl on campus, Steve liked men. He didn't hide it either. This tall, gorgeous young black man with a model's face and the body of an NBA Superstar liked men. Such a waste. Especially since Steve was brilliant, athletic and funny. All the things a girl could want in a man. Unfortunately, only men could claim his heart.
Rose and Steve hailed from the same small town. In high school, Steve had been so different. He was going out with a girl named Ashley. Ashley was a gorgeous black babe whom all the girls at their old high school envied and hated. Ashley had the body all the girls wished they had, and the boyfriend they all wanted. Unfortunately, things weren't perfect with this seemingly perfect couple. Steve secretly felt attracted to men. When Ashley found out, she was mad. In fact, she told everyone about him. Steve was queer. The news hit the high school like a ton of bricks. Steve, once a star athlete, suddenly found himself alienated at the school which once championed him.
The young black man watched his life fall apart. His parents, Antoine and Jennifer Harold definitely weren't pleased to discover that their son was queer. In fact, they disowned him. Steve left right after graduation. He had won himself an academic scholarship to Cadmus, a small New England college. He turned his back on the town which rejected him. The only person who stood by him in the time of crisis was Rose Lloyd, the self-described pudgy black girl next door.
The two of them had been friends forever. Rose had a lifelong crush on Steven, the gorgeous black athlete. He was cool, and unlike everybody else, he didn't make fun of her. Both of them had a love for comic books and action movies. Rose, raised by a single father who worked as a truck driver was often alone and Steve kept her company. They were pretty good pals. In high school, she showed up at each and every single one of his basketball games. In fact, he was the reason she applied to Cadmus College in the first place.
These days, Steve was open about being queer. He didn't hide it, nor did he take crap from anyone. This six-foot-four, 250-pound black man was more than capable of taking down your average homophobe. He had finally found someone to be with. He told Rose about his first date with Joe Floyd, the handsome President of the school's notorious Gay Straight Alliance. Joe was a tall, good-looking young black man. He hailed from Chicago and once played high school football. He'd been out of the closet since graduation and attended Cadmus on an academic scholarship. He was one of the Founders of the college's Gay Straight Alliance. Joe was tall, handsome, athletic and outgoing. Just like Steve. Is it any wonder the two of them fell in love?
Rose sat down, looking at Steve as he lay there, sleeping. He was so handsome. The girl licked her lips. There was nothing quite like a good-looking black man, except maybe another good-looking black man. Steve was physically perfect. The most beautiful man she'd ever seen. Rose shamelessly checked him out every chance she got. Oh, and whenever he was with Joe, she got so hot from watching them together that she got wet. Rose relaxed and leaned back on her chair, and her hand slipped into her panties. Her fingers found her labia, and she began fingering her pussy while letting her imagination run wild, thinking of two sexy black men about to sex each other down like sex was going out of style!
