Eric sat there tapping his pencil on his desk. He hated math. He stared blankly at the chalkboard in the front of the classroom. He couldn't get her out of his head. Her smile was gorgeous. And her presence just lit up the room. The girl he was thinking of was Megan Brooks. She was the "black" girl in his History class. He was very into her. He sighed. He knew his parents wouldn't approve. They were what the y liked to call cultured and looked down on interracial couples. He thought otherwise.
As Megan sat in her history class. She sat there doodling in her journal. She bit her lip in concentration. She loved to draw. It had been her passion since she was little. She looked over and she saw Eric he was staring at her but quickly turned his head. She knew he didn't like her. He acted strange around her. Like he'd always avoid her or like wait until she left to get his books out of his locker. She thought Eric was cute. He wasn't a super hunk, but he wasn't a total dweeb wither. He was kind of just in between. She liked that a lot.
As the last class of the day emptied out of the room Eric waited in the class until everyone was gone. Megan was still sitting there gathering her stuff into her backpack. Eric swiftly took the seat next to hers. He searched his mind for the right thing to say. He finally just came out with it:
"So, tough homework right," he asked dumbly.
She looked up from her backpack, "what?"
"Never mind, he said quickly. "So what are you doing tomorrow night," he asked.
"Well nothing just homework I guess," she said to him
"Well," he stuttered a bit on his words, "I'd love to help you study."
"You know, I'd really like that," she said smiling.
"Ok well tomorrow at six then?"
"Sure thing," she said getting up. "I look forward to seeing you."
She had already exited the room before he could reply.
As he laid in his bed he thought of her the whole time. "I can't believe she invited me over to study," he thought. He was lying there the whole time with his hand on his cock. He wasn't bad looking actually. He stood 5'7 with brownish blonde curly hair. He had a nice dick for a guy his size. He was 8 inches when hard. He had a light tan which he was very proud of. He was stroking very hard now. He screamed her name "Megan!!" He was panting and groaning and trembling. He had lost control of himself. He gave one last pump before blowing all over his stomach. "Oh shit," he muttered under his breath. He quickly got up to clean himself off.
"And that's why Columbus set sail in India instead of America," said Megan.
"Oh yeah and why is that," asked Eric stupidly.
Megan pushed her hair out of her face. Her chocolate complexion was almost flawless.
"You know what that's enough studying for today," she said in a ticked off manner. "Would you like something to drink," she asked him.
" Sure, some cola would be nice," he told her in a way that just made her head explode.