So, I attended college on an athletic scholarship for basketball. Every black kid's dream, right? After the first year or so, I sobered up (figuratively and literally) and realized that I was not going to be the next Michael Jordan and instead chose to concentrate on my studies, hustling to play basketball just well enough to keep some of the scholarship money flowing and get out in four (maybe five) years with a degree in Chemical Engineering. Hey, I know which one was the more likely candidate for a comfortable future. It was in one of my chem electives in Junior year that I met Bridget.
Bridget Vasquez was half Irish-American, half Latina and all firecracker. She had the most gorgeous green eyes, curves like Jessica Alba and red hair (although I can confirm that she dyed it). As hot and sweaty and awesome as sex was with her, this story isn't about her. It's about her roommate and best friend (until I came along) Leslie Kim.
Leslie was Korean-American, stood about 5'4" and was maybe 100 pounds soaking wet. She wasn't stacked, but she had a respectable rack and fantastic legs. She wore glasses, so she came off as the "sexy librarian type", but not overtly slutty. She wasn't traditionally drop-dead gorgeous like Bridget, but something about her was...sexy. I mean, maybe it was just Yellow Fever, but I wanted her from the moment that I saw her. I knew her casually from chatting with her while waiting for Bridge to get her sweet ass ready to go out and knew that she was an Education major, had gone to Catholic school as a teenager and she wanted to teach Math at a Catholic school as well. Like most Asian parents, her parents were hard on her and she'd gone a little wild at school, so she was still a practicing Catholic, but she wasn't really devout like she'd been in high school.
And I definitely got the impression that she liked me too. Like I said, I play basketball, so the tall goes without saying and I stayed in good shape. I was no Nubian god, but I looked alright. When we were all hanging around watching TV or drinking or whatever we used to do to pass the time, I noticed her stealing a glance or two, which only made me hotter for her. Still, she and Bridget were best friends and had been since they were stuck together in their Freshman year, so I figured nothing would come of it.
I was wrong, and I'm pretty sure that I have Bridget to thank for it. You see, Bridget was loud in bed. Maybe it came from her Irish half or her Latina half, but the chick was vocal. She liked to talk dirty and make all sorts of interesting noises, which I was cool with. It definitely makes a brother feel good to have some hot chick calling him a "stud" and begging him to "fuck harder." So, I know that Leslie heard us on multiple occasions and can't help but think that she was working herself up (in more ways than one) to do something stupid.
So, things all started after I'd been going out with Bridget for about 6 or 7 months. We'd just finished up a marathon fuck session, complete with her usual vocal antics and she'd dropped off into the sleep of the well-fucked. We'd all been drinking, including Leslie, so no surprise that I had to piss. After a stop at the bathroom, I went to the kitchen for some water or juice or whatever the girls had in the fridge and Leslie was there.
Now, I didn't see anything, but I'm pretty sure that she'd just been up to some personal gratification, because she was beet red when I walked in and jumped like she'd been stung by a bee. Still flushed, she mumbled "Couldn't sleep...", but she didn't rush out of the kitchen. She was wearing a t-shirt with some cat-looking thing on it and sweatpants. Her hair was done up in one of those messy buns that chicks can pull off and she wasn't wearing her glasses and damn, she looked good!
I smiled at her and winked. "I'll bet. Bridget likes to make noise, doesn't she?" She didn't say anything, and she was still flushed and I was still a little drunk, so I moved a bit closer, looming over her just enough to emphasize my height, but not so much as to be too intimidating. "What do you like, Leslie?" Even through the booze, I'm not afraid to admit that I was nervous as hell, but I was getting a weird vibe so I decided to say "fuck it" and go for it. I mean, I had a good thing going with Bridget, and here I was about to fuck it up by putting moves on her best friend? Any minute now, Leslie was gonna run out of the kitchen and lock herself in her room and tell Bridget everything in the morning. Still, I was young and dumb, so I pressed on. I moved a little closer and now I was definitely all up in her personal space. "Do you like this, Leslie? Is this what you like?"
She nodded and I could hear her breathing heavy and even though I'd just gotten done fucking the hell out of her roommate a few hours ago, I got hard as a rock. I put my hands on her shoulders and leaned closer to whisper in her ear. "You want to know what I like, Leslie?" Again, she nodded but didn't say anything. At that moment, my dick took completely over. With my hands still on her shoulders, I backed up a bit and slowly turned her around. I ran my hands down her arms and took her hands and put them on the kitchen counter in front of her. "Don't you move those hands." She shuddered a bit and right then I knew how she wanted it and I got even harder. "I mean it. You move those hands and a nigga's gonna get mad..." She shuddered again and let out a little whimper that made me almost come in my boxers.
Now, I grew up in a white neighborhood, most of my friends were white kids, my Dad is a lawyer and my Mom was his paralegal. I wasn't into rap or the hip-hop scene or any of that shit. I listened to Aerosmith, Faith No More and everything that I know about urban black culture came off of HBO. I had more in common with The Cosby Show than New Jack City. Still, it was obvious that Leslie wanted a "nigga" and if that was what it took to get in her pants, I was gonna give it my best performance.
