Abigail

Melanie had been Abigail Somner's best friend as long as either of them could remember. They had grown up nearby each other, gone to school together and now were about to launch into their college careers together.

Mel had always been the prime mover, the 'go getter' of the pair. Abi was quieter, more introspective, in fact she was just plain shy. Nevertheless Mel knew her as a kind caring and devoted friend who had helped get Mel out of jams of her own making. One of Mel's boyfriends described Abi as quiet, shy but with an engaging intelligence.

When Mel had stayed out late with a boyfriend, Abi had covered for her. She told Melanie's mother when she rang that Mel was taking a bath and that she would get her to ring back pronto. A quick call to Mel's cell-phone had the wayward youngster talking to her parent within three minutes.

Despite their closeness, Abi seldom discussed her sex life with her friend. Mel, on the other hand, was much more forthright about her own activities. She assumed her friend had much the same experiences. After all they shared so many tastes; clothes, music, books and food, for instance, that Mel naturally thought Abi was simply her usual shy self and didn't want to have to explain her own sexual experiences.

When the girls started college together, Mel quickly enrolled as a cheerleader. She was not particularly interested in the sport for itself,but as a means to meet men. Mel's preference was for a sport she could indulge in in the dark, lying on her back!

Of course the two friends discussed this aspect of Mel's life. Abi declared she couldn't see what all the fuss was about.

"If I never have sex again ever, it wouldn't bother me," she declared.

"I don't know how you can possibly say that," Mel retorted. As their discussion became more heated, it emerged that Abi had never experienced an orgasm. Because of her timidity, she had always let the boys take the lead and they had naturally satisfied themselves without regard to her fulfilment. Young boys and some younger men often come quickly, especially if they have to do a lot of petting, trying to persuade a shy girl to allow sex. As a consequence, many young girls regard men as selfish and inconsiderate.

Abi was one of that group.

Later, lying in bed, Mel wondered what she could do to help her friend. But the thought didn't last long. A few days later Mel met a new boyfriend who seemed to sweep her off her feet. Abi saw less of her friend than she had for several years and began to wonder if she had done something to annoy or offend her.

Of course they saw each other during the day but Mel always seemed to be going off in a hurry. Eventually the girls found themselves sharing a coffee break. And Mel confessed she had a man.

"But you've had men before," Abi blurted out.

"Not like this one," Mel said enthusiastically.

"Is he another footballer?" Abi asked, anxious to know more about this man who was taking up so much of her friend's time.

"Yes," Mel replied, "But there's something else too."

"Oh! Come on Mel, do tell me," Abi sounded keen to know all about him.

"Well, he's tall, about six foot three, very well built and he's quite a handsome brute," Mel told her friend, "And he's a great lover, the best I've ever known. But there's one other thing you should know."

Mel paused as if gathering her thoughts, "He's black."

There she'd said it.

Mel knew Abi would never tell on her, especially to any of their parents If Mel's folks got to hear about it they would disown their daughter.

Abi's parents were more liberal, but if Abi said anything to them, it might get back to Mel's people. And Mel had to admit, as much as she loved them, they were downright racists.

"His name's Jamal," she told her friend.

Abi's reaction was that anyone who made her best friend so happy couldn't be anything but good. She reached across the table and squeezed Mel's hand.

"You had me worried these last few weeks. I'm glad it was nothing really serious!" she said with a grin.

"There's one more thing, Abi. I'm pregnant," Mel held on to Abi's hand very tightly.

Abi caught her breath. There wasn't much Mel was going to be able to do to stop things getting out of hand unless...

"Now that is serious! Are you thinking about an abortion?" she asked.

"Oh! No, Abi. I want to have Jamal's baby more than anything in the world, but I'm scared it will get back to my folks and the balloon will go up."

"When is it due?" Abi inquired.

"In another seven and a half months," Mel told her.

Abi did some calculating.

"That'll be during the summer recess. We could go off on a trip or something like that. Then after you've had it, you can go home for a few days, nice and thin, while I look after it for you." Abi suggested.

She looked thoughtful, "Does the father know about it? Is he going to take responsibility for it? Will he marry you?" the questions were hitting Mel thick and fast.

"He says he would like us to marry when he graduates. That's eighteen months hence. But he will help all he can until then," Mel said with a sigh. She felt greatly relieved that her best friend was apparently going to stick by her and help.

In fact, Abi seemed to Mel to be just as interested in the minutiae of her pregnancy as she was herself. And she could hardly wait for the great event. The next few months went by too quickly for Mel and far too slowly for Abi. The latter even bought a skein of wool and a pair of knitting needles.

"You don't even know how to knit!" Mel remarked.

"I'll soon learn," was Abi's response. And she did.

Their plan, mostly Abi's, worked fine. Abi went to see her parents at the start of the recess, while Mel stayed with Jamal. Then after the birth,Jamal went home, and then Mel departed for a few days with her folks.

When the term began, Mel moved in with Jamal, leaving Abi living in their apartment on her own. Mel said she would soon find someone to take her place but Abi said not to hurry. She was enjoying having the whole space to herself.

Visiting her friend and playing with the baby, Abi did occasionally get a wistful look in her eye, an expression which was not lost on Mel.

Having kept her baby secret from her folks, Mel was still receiving an allowance from home which helped her pay the fees for day-care and even the occasional baby-sitter when Abi was busy.

The whole affair seemed to make the girls even closer than ever.

Jamal got it right when he described Abi as 'engagingly intelligent.'

"She always seems to be smiling when I see her," Jamal said.

He also said she was wasted without a boyfriend, a sentiment that would have ruffled a few feminist feathers but Mel knew what he meant. Abi was too reserved to share her good nature, kindness and cheerfulness very widely. She just wasn't that kind of person. Everybody who knew her loved her but she didn't have a vast number of friends and acquaintances. Mel knew she did go on a few dates, even having sex sometimes. But nothing regular.

Mel thought Abi was the best looking girl she knew. A lovely face on a slender body that somehow contrived to have all the curves in exactly the right places, perched on beautifully contoured legs.

"Also," Jamal went on, "She'd be a wonderful mother."

That was something Mel hadn't contemplated for her friend, but as the weeks went by a kernel of an idea began to form.

"We'll get her a flat mate," she told Jamal.

They took their time selecting, discussing, mostly rejecting. Half term was upon them with no progress. After that the run up to Christmas took their minds off the subject but not completely.

Jamal solved the problem of the Christmas break by taking his son with him on a visit to his parents. His sister persuaded Mel that all would be well. So Abi and Mel went home and enjoyed a quiet holiday with their folks, apart from the calls Mel felt she had to make to reassure herself that all was well with her baby son.

After the new year, they started back at college and Mel was introduced to a man who Jamal had got to know during the break. She loved his accent. It sounded far too English for a man so black. Jerome, Jerry to his friends, hailed from the Ivory Coast and had been educated initially in France. Then he had won a scholarship to Oxford and spent the next six years in England studying for a career in medicine. Now he was doing post-graduate work in the US. He would be at the college for at least a year.

As far as Mel was concerned, he was ideal, even if he did wear spectacles, and was ten years older than Abi. In fact the specs reinforced his scholarly look.

Mel told Abi she had found a flatmate for her and found her friend receptive to the idea. In fact Abi had been finding it a bit of a tight squeeze financially running the flat by herself and had been contemplating going into a dorm.

When she opened the door to him at the appointed time, she was taken aback. Mel had never mentioned the new flatmate was to be a man, let alone a black man. She wrapped her thin housecoat a little tighter around her, as she invited him in. She half hoped he would find the place too small or too big or somehow not to his taste but no. He was very pleased with it and gave her a cheque for the deposit right away.

Later Abi remonstrated with Mel about not letting her know what was going on. She told her friend that it would be strictly a business arrangement -- no funny business.

Although Abi had her doubts, Jerry had not long moved in before she began to find him easy to get along with. He was like her in many ways, quiet, studious and an avid reader of books. Within two weeks they had a good system worked out for bath-times, meals and indicating when they were going to be late back.

After a month, Mel was a little perplexed that no romance seemed to be budding between them. They both said separately that they liked their flat-mate and found the situation very congenial but neither felt like getting emotionally involved.

Jamal and Mel invited them over for a celebration, their son being eight months old. They arranged for a good hearty meal, plenty of wine and soft music. They even had a few joints. But when Mel suggested that the visitors stayed the night in their only spare room, Abi slept on the bed and Jerry in an easy chair.

Mel told Jamal she was going to give up on the match-making business!

What she didn't know was that Abigail and Jerry were gradually getting closer. For instance, Abi would do the washing and drying for both of them. More remarkable still, Jerry would do the ironing. Mel would have been delighted if she could have seen the fond care with which Jerry ironed Abi's panties, slips and nighties.

Abi and Jerry were gradually growing in familiarity, settling into a domestic scene without being too aware of what was happening to them. One day, after washing her hair, Abi forgot herself to the point of wandering out of her room towards the bathroom with her housecoat open, giving Jerry a great view of her in her bra and panties.

He hastened to apologise as if it had been his fault somehow.

"Never mind," she replied, "you didn't see anything you couldn't have seen at the beach or by a swimming pool."

Mel would also have been pleased with the fact that Jerry secretly longed to take Abi in his arms and make mad passionate love to her. He dare not because he feared rejection. And if he made a pass at her and she refused his advances, it would make life together impossible to the point where he might have to move out. Jerry was long past the point where he could afford to take that risk.

Abi, for her part, had noticed when stripping Jerry's bed one day that there were semen stains on the sheets. Her immediate thought as she bundled the linen into the washing machine was, 'What a waste!'

The half-term break came and went.

The rest of the term passed in much the same manner. Although Abi and Jerry seemed to be getting on just fine with each other, their relationship didn't appear to be progressing as Mel hoped it would.

As the weeks went by, Mel realised that the year was two-thirds gone and Jerry's course would finish at the beginning of July, after which he would be returning to Europe. He had told Mel he was torn between a post in a French hospital and more research in England. The issue was decided by an offer of a post which would enable him to further his knowledge of cardiology under one of the most prominent specialists in England. Jerry's ambition was to become a heart surgeon.

One rainy afternoon, about two months before Jerry's departure, Abi came back to the apartment after lunch. She had no classes that afternoon, so she had taken a walk, got caught in the rain and taken shelter in a book-store. She had bought a book, a romantic novel, and now settled down to read it. She had taken off most of her damp clothes down to her panties, pulled on a chemise and was lying on her bed reading the book

Then she heard a noise, something like heavy breathing.

She got up and went to Jerry's door where the noise seemed to come from. She listened. At first she thought Jerry must have brought back a girl to the apartment and was making love to her.

But there were no girlie noises.

Abi noticed that the door wasn't fully shut. She put her hands against it and gently pushed. It opened a little. The cracked open door gave Abi a very limited angle of view but it was enough for her to be able to see Jerry massaging his cock vigorously.

Realising he was jerking off, Abi was seized by a desire to help him, to please him, to give him the use of her own body. But she wasn't sure he would like it if she suddenly made her presence known.

She became aware of her hand rubbing her crotch in time with Jerry's movements. She backed away and returned to her own room.

Then one afternoon when neither of them had classes, Abi and Jerry met at lunch in the cafeteria. After the meal, they began to walk back to the apartment when there was a flash of lightning and a tremendous crash of thunder. Caught in the open, they pair began to run but there was a spatter of raindrops, then nothing. They slowed to a walk. Suddenly the skies opened and the rain torrented down on them. Jerry wanted to run again, but Abi pulled him back.

"It's only a shower," she said, "I don't mind the rain. And even if we ran, we'd still get wet."

As there was no shelter for some distance, they strolled along getting increasingly soaked. The rain kept falling with no let up. The rain-drops were bouncing back off the path to knee height and for a few seconds there was a shower of small hailstones.

Soaked through to the skin, they eventually reached a doorway where they could shelter, which they did because they could hardly see where they were going. Once stationary, they stood shivering. Jerry noticed how cold Abi was and put his arm around her shoulders. The sodden girl leaned into him and put her own arm round his waist. Jerry held his breath as he looked down at her.

She was smiling up at him. He half turned and looked into her laughing eyes. He raised his free hand and brushed the rain from her cheeks. Then he kissed her.

As he did so, he held his breath until he felt her respond. It was with joyous relief that he pressed home the kiss.

He had been dreading rejection. During his six years studying in England he had, at first, immersed himself in his studies. Then he had met another student, a young Jamaican called Arty (short for Ewart though he never told anyone.) They had formed an instant bond. Part of the attraction for Jerry was Arty's extrovert nature and his uncanny ability with women. Arty could go into a disco and within four or five minutes could tell which 'birds' were the most likely to agree to a one night stand. He told Jerry it was something about the girl's eyes, body language and general demeanour that informed him as to whom he should devote his efforts that evening. And, much to Jerry's bafflement, he was never wrong. And it was very seldom that the dread-locked Jamaican was refused!

They went out once or twice during each week and every time he 'scored' with a girl. Jerry put a tick against that date in his diary, as well as the girl's name if he could remember it. After Arty had finished his studies and left for pastures new, Jerry sat down and counted the ticks. There were two hundred and fifty two of them. Mostly young art students and nursing students but also many working girls from waitresses to air hostesses. All with a common fancy or curiosity about black cocks and a willingness to try anything for a laugh...

If, however, Jerry thought of himself as a bit of a Casanova, he was soon disillusioned.

On his own, he was singularly unsuccessful to the point of enduring three months of celibacy before flying the Atlantic to start a post-graduate course where he met Jamal and eventually, Abi. He had taken an instant liking to her, but it has always been difficult for one introvert to get to know another to the point of intimacy.

A natural diffidence added to fear of rejection inhibited them both, but now, at last, he was holding her in his arms. And kissing her.

It started as a gentle brush of lips on lips. Then he moved them slowly, then pressed a little and then, as the pressure increased, he opened his lips and lightly slipped his tongue against hers.

She immediately flicked her own tongue over his. Suddenly they seemed to be trying to eat each other.

They didn't notice the rain had stopped for several minutes. Then they hurried to cover the last few yards to the apartment.

Once inside, Abi made for the bathroom, where she buried her face in a towel. Jerry followed. When they had dried their faces, they embraced and kissed again.

Then they spontaneously started to undress. Down to boxer shorts, bra and panties, they embraced again. Although Abi was luxuriating in the taste of Jerry's mouth and tongue, she was also keenly aware of his inflated manhood pressing urgently against her tummy. She let herself slide down, the lump travelling up over her waist and between her breasts until it was alongside her neck.

As she dragged his shorts down , his cock sprang out, bobbing against her ear.

She drew back a little, the better to see it.

"Wow!" she exclaimed as she caught sight of the glistening black monster within a few inches of her face, "Oh, Jerry, it's so beautiful."

In all his many and varies experiences, Jerry had never been told by any girl that his cock was a thing of beauty. Abi reached out for it, her hand closing around it as if she was holding a truncheon, As she gently stroked it, gazing at it in awe she said again, "It's beautiful, absolutely lovely."

She bent forward and softly kissed the tip, running her tongue across it in a way that made Jerry tingle with delight.

Unknown to Jerry, she had been scouring the internet two nights back looking for interracial sites. She had come across one which showed a young girl sucking her black boyfriend's cock with great skill and joy. The girl was so obviously pleased to be able to pleasure her fellow by letting him come in her mouth, she couldn't help grinning at her skill. Abi had enjoyed seeing the clip and learned what she could from it, wishing it was her and that the boyfriend was Jerry.

Of course Jerry knew nothing of this, He was surprised when Abi closed her lips around his cock and proceeded to suck and lick eagerly as if it was the most natural thing in the world for a girl to do.

Abi, for her part, was discovering something of the power a girl can wield over a man as she felt Jerry's cock respond to her ministrations. Much to her surprise, she also discovered how much she enjoyed the taste and feel of Jerry's cock. She tried to relax her throat to give it maximum access without gagging. She heard him announce he was coming, but like the girl in the video clip she had watched, was content to let him come in her mouth. It was her way of showing Jerry how much she wanted to give herself completely to him.