INTRO
To some she was spoiled but that may be too dramatic a description. Bethany Moline simply was accustomed to getting the things she wanted. And for a daughter of a reverend, sometimes she found she had to scheme or finagle her way around to obtain her heart's desires--though most times she found it was fairly easy.
At 5'9" she possessed a playmate body (36C-24-36) with nearly shoulder- length brown hair accented by two stylish half-inch blonde highlights that framed her stunningly gorgeous face. Her bright emerald eyes could look right through a man and often intimidated many boys who thought her unapproachable. With flawlessly manicured nails and full ruby lips that concealed a glow-in-the-dark smile, there wasn't any question in anyone's mind that Bethany had real big league model potential.
And yet this eighteen-year-old beauty primped and groomed herself endlessly, always finding some minor flaw to obsess over. Fretting over a tiny pimple perhaps, or attempting to fix a stray strand of hair, would often make her late for many events. She simply would never present herself in public if she wasn't looking her preened finest. She wore fashionable and alluring attire to school that often made others girls jealous. Knowing she was the prettiest girl and cheerleader in high school got her off. The looks boys would give her as she'd pass by in the hallways made her nipples perk up.
She cheered for the school's football team and dated Michael Stang, a star receiver. It was really more for status; she knew she could never be serious about him. The true star of the team, the black quarterback, was, of course, off limits to her or any of the all-white cheerleading squad.
The cheerleaders often spread stories around of how devoid of morals black men were, as well as how vulgar and well hung they were. Usually the gossip included rumors of somebody that knew somebody who knew this white girl who dated a black and got preggie and how the ne'er do well ran off on her, leaving her alone to care for the child. In their eyes any girl who would lower herself to date a "dirty Negro" was nothing more than a cheap white-trash slut.
Sometimes these stories would get very graphic in the girl's locker room and Bethany distressed that these scenarios sometimes made their way into her nightly dreams. Even more disturbing, her fantasies about black guys made her wet. Bethany could never admit it, not even to herself.
At eighteen, she didn't have a whole lot of sexual experience and Michael's inept affections certainly didn't excite her. Just last week, Michael tried to screw her in his daddy's car after a movie. He lost his load before he could get her panties off. Hell, she was glad--he didn't even make her hot. Bethany had lost her virginity at a Bible study camp over spring break to a senior from a school across the state. He wasn't memorable either and she never responded to his three letters.
The Tease
And then yesterday, after practice, as gorgeous Bethany was walking alone through the school hallway on the ground floor to her locker, she swore she heard Foley the janitor, a black man in his 30s, mummble "Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmmm...sure lookin' sweet" as he passed by, eying her.
She couldn't believe this black-as-coal lowlife would dare make a comment like that to her. She certainly was the best young thing he'd seen in this school in all the years he'd mopped floors.
At her locker, Bethany pulled out her book bag to carry home. All of the other cheerleaders had already gone home. They had long tired of waiting out Bethany's excessive preening habits. She couldn't resist looking into the mirror on the locker door to apply a fresh coat of lipstick and adjust her hair before leaving. As she was closing the door she caught a glimpse of Foley in the mirror headed back toward her from the other end of the hall.
"I'll give this nasty old black troll a thrill" Bethany thought. Thrusting her large big breasts out, she paraded by, letting Foley have his look.
As the dirty black janitor took her in--Bethany noticed something odd...her nipples unexpectedly began to harden and protrude under the letch's gawking. Her pussy lips began to puff up in her panties.
"Lookin' goo', girl," he said more daringly. Her mouth went dry and she became nervous...and excited!!! How peculiar, she thought; men had always been putty in her hands. Now her libido was piqued.
