Clayton shook his head as his roommate Zack and the girl he was dating - Christina - stumbled into the room, drunk. Not that he was upset that they were drunk, it was just that they were always drunk on the weekends and whenever they were drunk Zack couldn't get it up and Christina would get mad. He didn't really feel like listening to them fight again.
Besides, he thought that Zack was a total idiot for getting drunk when he knew he wouldn't be able to get it up. Christina was hot; petite and lithe, the pretty little Asian had long black hair and her hazel slanted eyes always had the most mischievous look in them. Clayton had always wondered how an idiotic prick like Zack had ended up with a sweet hottie like Christina, he really didn't deserve her. Sure, he was fun, he always ended up getting invited to the parties, but he also always got drunk and then couldn't give her any fun at the end of the night. It was too bad really, Clayton would be perfectly willing to give her some fun, and he thought he'd definitely be able to beat Zack in the love department. You know what they say, once you go black, you never go back.
He chuckled. Not that he really believed that, but he knew that if she came to him she wouldn't go back to Zack. Even if Zack was remarkably well-endowed, he hardly ever managed to get it up for her after a party. Whereas he, Clayton, was almost as well-packed and he could definitely get it up.
Looking over at them sloppily kissing on Zack's bed he made a face and turned over, pulling the covers over his head.
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That night he awoke as someone slid into bed next to him.
"Wha-..." he said sleepily, slightly alarmed.
"Shh," Christina's pretty face smiled at him, "It's just me..."
Clayton wriggled into a position where she wouldn't notice his midnight hard, "What are you doing here?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her in the moonlight.
She made a face, "Zack's not being any fun... and I just keep thinking about how you're here, night after night... don't you ever get any fun?"
"This is kinda fun," he grinned at her, "Even if you probably should be here."
"I can think of a few other things I shouldn't be doing," she practically purred at him, and suddenly she pressed her body against his under the sheets. Clayton always slept in just boxers, and he gasped as he felt smooth skin against smooth skin, her hand sliding over his stomach and her leg over his... she was completely naked.
"Yeah, that'd be one of them," he gasped, and her leg moved higher until it was pressed against his now completely stiff dick. Her eyes widened.
"Oh my..." she said, "I hadn't realized that you could compete with Zack in that area!"
Rallying his control he winked at her, "Well you never bothered to find out."
Grinning, she slid her hand down to his boxers and caressed his dick, making his head fall back on the bed as she gripped it in her small hand. "I'm finding out now." And she suddenly slid under the covers.
"Wha-?!" there was movement at his boxers and suddenly his dick was engulfed by a warm mouth, trying to wedge the entire stick of meat into its wet confines. A tongue licked up his shaft and swirled around the head as fingers nimbly massaged his balls. With a muffled gasping cry he threw the covers back and looked down to where the lightly-tanned girl knelt between his legs, her mouth on his dick and black hair cascading across his hips and thighs. Slanted eyes widened mockingly at him as she slurped and his hips moved up involuntarily, his long black snake disappearing between those pink lips. Moonlight played across her skin, making her slightly tan complexion seem paler. Glancing over at Zack he saw that his roommate was completely passed out. Well hell, Christina deserved better than this... he groaned... especially because she was managing to swallow a significant amount of his dick. Quite possible more than any other girl had ever swallowed... he figured it was all the practice on Zack - who was, admittedly, a little bigger than him.
"Come here," he growled low in his throat, and she giggled as she pulled her mouth off his dick and crawled up towards him. Pulling her down on top of him, he kissed her roughly as her hips ground against his hard dick. With a quick and practiced movement, he rolled them over so that he was on top, her legs on either side of his body. Running his dark hands over her paler skin, he kissed her neck and shoulders, working his way down to where he was kneading her breasts. In the dim lighting they looked like darkness and moonlight, her perky breasts were almost completely engulfed in the darkness as his hands covered the small globes. Sucking on one dark nipple he felt her hips respond underneath him, and she moaned happily.
"I think I've been seeing the wrong roommate..." she panted as his fingers slid along the length of her pussy and her hips bucked.
