Xenia left the living room with the porno flick still playing and Nicholas standing in front of the leather sofa, waiting for her to come back. His pants had dropped and were gathered around his feet. He stepped out of them. His socks were flopping off his feet, dirty at the soles. He took the socks off and let them drop near the pants that lay in a heap on the floor.
Nick couldn't deny that he wanted to know what his father's involvement with Xenia was. Obviously they were fucking—how else would she know anything about his cock? It wasn't like she was a doctor or anything. Still, Nick couldn't imagine anyone like his dad being with anyone as sexy as this woman was. Xenia barely knew him and she had given him the best blow job he'd had ever. Just the mere thought was making him hard.
He stroked his cock absent-mindedly, occasionally rubbing his balls with his other hand. This was going to be different than all the girls he'd ever slept with. For one, they were all white-- well, one was Asian, or almost was, as she left before the deed could be done. But Xenia. Xenia was not only black, but she was the blackest black person he'd ever seen. Her skin was like a piece of dark chocolate, the kind that is really expensive-- and less sweet than bitter.
Nick looked around the room and wondered where he should be when she returned. He sat on the chair. The leather loveseat was comfortable, but it felt sticky against his naked butt-- maybe from the hot chocolate he had spilled on it. He glanced around the room more. There was the rug, in front of the wide-screen T. V. It was off-white, shaggy-- or furry, he couldn't tell exactly which. At any rate it looked warm, inviting, and like a good place to get laid.
Nick pulled his shirt and sweatshirt off and walked over to the rug. He was standing on it in his bare feet when she walked back into the room.
"Are you ready?" she asked. She was naked, her sleek black body with all its curves standing before him. His cock rose, becoming longer and harder, just at the sight of her. "I see you are," she replied, with a little smile. Xenia picked up the remote and turned off the T. V. , then dropped the remote, with a clatter, on the coffee table. When she walked over to him they were standing face to face-- with her heels off, they were the same height. She ran her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. "You need a hair cut," she said, tugging playfully at his hair. Then she gave him a long kiss, forcing her tongue between his lips and sucking gently. Nick returned the kiss, letting his own tongue enter her mouth. Her full lips were moist and incredibly soft.
Xenia laid Nick down on the rug and kneeled over him, running her long dark fingers over his pale body. His chest was covered in soft brown hairs and punctuated by two pink nipples. She teased his nipples with her nails until they hardened. Nick started to say something, what he wasn't sure of, but she put a finger to his lips to quiet him.
Next, the slim, dark woman raised herself a bit so her pussy was hovering over his face. She slid her fingers over her neatly trimmed mound and let one finger slide down the shiny black hairs, then underneath her, until the tip of her finger disappeared into her slit.
Nick couldn't take his eyes off of it. The dark shiny curls, the hint of color he detected in the inner lips. He could smell her-- a musky mix of roses, sweat, and sex. He breathed in as he watched, his eyes glazed over, his cock hard.
"You look like you've never seen pussy before," she said in a gentle but slightly reprimanding voice, still working her finger in and out of her pussy. She gave a slight moan, then asked him, "How old are you?"
"Twenty....almost twenty-one," Nick replied, voice strained. It seemed an unlikely question considering their activity, but he was too enthralled not to comply.
"Have you seen black pussy before?"
Nick shook his head and swallowed hard.
"So you haven't licked black pussy before either...have you?"
