This is the next chapter in my college experiences from almost 20 years ago. It involves interracial sex so if that topic offends you, please read no further. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy my story. The background events can be found in the previous chapters.
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I awoke the next morning feeling much better than the previous day. Not being hung over allowed me to enjoy the glowing feeling of being truly well fucked the night before. It was Sunday and I was expecting Brian and Mark to be returning home from their away game. I especially missed Mark but knew that he probably wouldn't be calling me any time soon. I also remembered the promise I made Brian about making it up to him for the favour on Friday night. I was certain Brian would be calling later and figured I had better get ready.
Maggie was still sound asleep in her bed. She must have returned home after I went to sleep. Quietly getting up, I noticed a faint aroma of sex in the air. It didn't take me long to determine it was emanating from my laundry pile. Picking up the pantyhose I had worn last night, I could see the remnants of Thomas' cum covering the cotton gusset. It hadn't completely dried up yet and I could feel the dampness of the back panel and crotch of the pantyhose. Bringing it closer to my face, I inhaled deeply. I love the sweet smell of a man's cum and the scent brought back a rush of memories from last night. I found myself wondering how Thomas' semen might taste, but there was no way I was about to try it then; that would be disgusting. My curiosity would have to wait for another day when I can get a fresh sample straight from the source.
Sunday was my laundry day and I decided I had better wash my hosiery first before Maggie woke up. After covering myself up with my bathrobe, I gathered up all my worn pantyhose and grabbed some detergent and toiletries before heading to the washroom. I rinsed the excess cum from that particular pair before adding the detergent and the rest of my dirty hosiery. To save time, I let the hose soak in the sink while I showered. Once I finished my shower, I rinsed out my hosiery and brought it back to my room to dry. Maggie was awake when I returned and was anxious to let me know all about her evening with Steven. I listened absent mindedly as I dried my hair. My thoughts wandered back to the previous night and the excitement of fucking in the night club washroom. When Maggie finished her story, she went off to take a shower, allowing me to finish getting ready.
That morning I took the first placebo pill of that month's cycle of my oral contraceptives. That meant my period would start later in the day. I chose my clothing accordingly. I've mentioned previously how much I hate panty lines preferring to wear pantyhose without panties, but during my period I make an exception. Panties provide an extra layer of protection in case of the occasional leak from a sanitary pad. Tampons would be a good alternative but during the 80's, tampons were linked to toxic shock syndrome. I started with plain white bra and panties. Even though the weather was getting colder, I still liked to show off my legs so I put on some black opaque tights next. A denim above knee skirt and black mock turtle neck sweater completed the outfit. The thicker denim hid panty lines more effectively and the above knee length still showed enough leg for my liking. The sweater was made of light wool and fit snugly accentuating my breasts nicely.
Gathering up the rest of my laundry, I headed down to the laundry room. While I was loading the machine, Robert came in to collect his clothes. Robert was another freshman who lived on the floor above me. He's about 5'8" with light brown skin. We've met during a frosh party but didn't really know one another. I never really noticed him before because I usually prefer taller guys, but with the events of the previous weeks, I've found myself checking out different black guys that I meet. He was wearing a t-shirt with sweat pants and had a slender build. I couldn't help but wonder how big his cock was as I glanced down at his crotch. His sweat pants were too baggy for me to make out any kind of bulge. Trying not to be obvious I continued working on my laundry as I kept stealing glances at him. Distracted as I was, Robert finished collecting his clothes from the dryer long before I finished loading the washing machine. He flashed me a big smile before leaving. On the way out with his back toward me, I found myself staring at Robert's ass despite his baggy sweats. With him gone, I refocused my attention to my task at hand.
While the machine ran, I went to the cafeteria for some breakfast. Maggie was already there sitting with Nancy. My ears were burning so I quickly got some food and joined them. When I sat down, the conversation abruptly changed to schoolwork. That confirmed my suspicions that they were talking about me. I suppose it's only natural, girls will gossip and talk behind your back. To be honest, I've been guilty of the same thing myself. I changed the discussion to the upcoming Halloween parties next week. My costume was already complete but I wasn't sure which party I was going to attend.
For the rest of the morning I tried my best to work on some of my assignments from my classes. My social activities have noticeably detracted from my studies. If I didn't show some discipline, my grades would certainly fall. By the end of the morning I completed an essay due later that week in addition to finishing my laundry. The timing was near perfect as the phone rang while I was putting away my clothes. Brian just got back from the road trip and called asking if I was interested in hanging out. Remembering my promise, I offered to bring him some lunch as well and asked what he was hungry for. He jokingly said me but that he would settle for some pizza. We quickly wrapped up our phone call so I could finish putting away my laundry and to get myself ready. As I was touching up my makeup, the phone rang again. I assumed it was Brian but was surprised to hear Mark on the line. He also just got back into town and asked me out to go celebrate the team's victory on Saturday. Hearing him ask me out put me on cloud nine. Of course I readily agreed. Realizing that I just promised to bring Brian some lunch and hang out with him, I quickly suggested Mark and I go out for dinner. We talked some more and finalized our plans for that evening. After hanging up the phone, I was giddy with excitement which made finishing my makeup much more difficult. Finally finished, I put on my purple leather jacket before putting my purse inside my backpack along with some other essential items before heading out.
I picked up a pizza and some drinks before going to Brian's dorm. Knocking on the door, I heard Brian calling out to come in. Brian's roommate had already left by the time I arrived at his dorm room. The door had been left unlocked so Brian wouldn't have to open it. With his leg still in a cast, Brian still had some trouble getting around.
Brian stood up on his good leg to greet me. He was dressed in a t-shirt and shorts. Putting down the pizza on his desk and my backpack on the floor I walked over to his welcoming arms. His trunk like arms wrapped around me in a bear hug crushing my tits against his chest.
"I've missed you Kitty." Brian said.
His strong arms squeezed the air out of my lungs preventing me from answering.
"You look great." he complimented as he released me from his hug.
"Thank you." I answered as stood up on my toes to give him a quick kiss on his cheek.
Brian sat back down on his bed as I took off my jacket and shoes. I brought the pizza over to him placing it on the bed between us. We talked about the game and his road trip as we ate. After we finished eating, I moved the empty box out of the way as we continued talking. I slowly finished my cola as our conversation changed to school. Once our drinks were finished, Brian suggested that we watch the football game. I got up and walked to the TV to turn it on. While I looked for the correct channel, Brian repositioned himself on the bed to keep his broken leg elevated on some pillows. I sat sideways at the foot of the bed with my back leaning against the wall next to the bed.
When the game finished, I told Brian that I had to go. It was after 4pm and I wanted to get back to freshen up before my dinner date with Mark. I decided to clean up taking the empty box out to the trash. I also stopped by the washroom to freshen myself up. When I returned to get my things, Brian was reclining on his bed with his back against the headboard.
"Come here Kitty, you have to sign my cast before you go." Brian said holding a black marker up in the air.
I walked over to stand next to the bed. Taking the marker from him, I leaned over and started writing on the cast. As I was drawing a little kitten next to my name, I felt Brian's hand slip under my skirt and start to caress the back of my thigh.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked as I turned my head towards him smiling.
"Watching you sign my cast." Brian answered with a wide grin.
