Ebony Suced Off Her White Friend

Hey guys it's me again and I need to tell you a story which happened last week. We'd been friends for over a year. The kind of friendship with harmless flirting, inside jokes, and late-night texts that occasionally teetered on the edge of something more but never quite crossed the line. I think both of us knew the potential was there, but neither wanted to risk messing up the dynamic. He was a cute little nerdy white boy.

That night, I invited him over to my house to help me move a few boxes. Nothing major just clearing out a small storage space in my apartment. He showed up with takeout, a bottle of wine, and that familiar grin that always made my stomach do a little flip. We ate, joked around, moved exactly two boxes, and then ended up in the kitchen just chatting as usual.

It was one of those conversations where the rest of the world fades out. We were leaning on opposite sides of the kitchen island, the air between us getting noticeably warmer with every glance. At one point, I made a smartass comment, and he walked around the counter toward me, laughing and then just stopped in front of me. he was very close almost too close.

I expected him to say something clever. Instead, he looked at me, really looked at me, and then kissed me. Without any hesitation, no testing the waters. Just full on heat, like he'd been holding it back for months. Maybe we both had.

I gasped into his mouth, instinctively grabbing at his shirt. My back hit the counter behind me as he pressed forward, his hands roaming like he wasn't entirely sure whether to be gentle or take what he wanted. I moaned when his thigh nudged between mine, and that was all the invitation he needed.

His hands slid under my dress, fingers gripping the back of my thighs, lifting me just enough to perch me on the edge of the counter. My legs wrapped around him without thinking. There was no slow buildup, no foreplay just pure, urgent desire, crackling between us like it had been waiting for permission.

He pushed my dress up to my waist. I fumbled with his belt. There was no time for finesse. Just need. His mouth never left mine, not even when I whimpered as he slid into me fast, deep, desperate. The cold of the counter against my thighs contrasted sharply with the heat of him moving inside me. I never thought he would be this dominant putting me into positions I've never been before while grabbing my neck and making out with me.

I remember the sound of his breath in my ear, the way he said my name like it was a secret. I remember how we clung to each other like the moment might disappear if we let go. And I remember the shiver that ran through me when he came, buried deep, holding me so tightly I thought we might break the counter.

So I got on my knees and opened up his pants. He had full seven inches in there and I teased him by licking his dick first. My thick lips then surrounded his cock letting him know that it's mine. He moaned all the way as I deepthroated it and showed my great blowjob skills. He pushed my head further and I gagged. After a few minutes of sucking and gagging he came right in my mouth. He also threw some racial slurs at me and told me that he didn't know that I was such a whore.

We stayed like that for a minute. Breathing. Shaking. Silent. When I finally looked up, he was already smiling and told me that he should have helped me sooner with the boxes. I laughed at that and we hugged each other. It was so intimate even though he just used me. I never in a million years thought we would end up getting sexual, but things just took their own way.

Now every time I walk into that kitchen, I can still feel the way the tile pressed against my skin... and I still haven't moved the rest of those boxes. That's how fast normal friendships can turn into sexual things. The chemistry is always there and the urges tend to overcome us. We are still having an affair and I'm sure it won't develop into something serious as we both just love the sex.