After the scene in the women's locker room, Nastya hardly saw Melissa for a week - the women's basketball competitions that had begun did not leave her time for extracurricular activities. The Russian girl even began to hope that she tired African American girl and she would finally leave her behind.
On this Friday evening, nothing foreshadowed trouble - Nastya, having finished her classes, went out to her car, intending to unwind in the city for the first time in all this time.
- Hello, bitch! - the door slammed and a cheerful Melissa plopped down next to her, in black tight shorts and the same tight T-shirt. She reeked strongly by sweat.
- I decided not to wash after the match, - the African-American woman laughed looking into Nastya's confused eyes, - why are you silent! Or are you not happy to see me? Answer me!
Nastya get a weighty plop and the girl nodded hastily, holding her cheek.
- Glad, very glad! I missed you so much Melissa!
- Something doesn't look like it, - the black woman snorted, raising her hand, - well, prove it! Give me uour tongue!
The white girl hurriedly buried her muzzle in her black armpit, prickly from shaving. Nastya licked off the salty sweat, inhaling the acrid smell and feeling how, against her will, she was embraced by a familiar, shameful, but such a sweet excitement. Melissa apparently felt it, seeing how Nastya was licking her armpits with great zeal - first on the right, and then on the left hand.
- Spread your legs, - Melissa commanded, and when Nastya obeyed, she put her hand under her skirt.
- Well done, without panties, - Melissa nodded with satisfaction, stroking her tender lips, - damn it, you're flowing again! - her fingers found the clitoris and pressed on it. Nastya breathed heavily, leaning forward with her hips, sitting on black fingers.
- Take your time, whore! - Melissa chuckled, removing her hand.
She relaxed back into the seat, putting her hand on the Russian girl's shoulder in a businesslike way.
- Come on, let's go! - she commanded.
- Where? - asked Nastya, obediently winding the key.
- How is it where? - Melissa was surprised, painfully pinching Nastya, - to your home.
On the way, Melissa ordered her teacher to stop at a small shop and get a beer.
- Take a whole package, - she named a popular variety in the city.
- Okay, - Nastya nodded submissively, although the beer was not cheap, and Melissa was clearly not going to chip in.
- Well done, - Melissa nodded, - you can go... no, wait!
She rummaged in Nastya's bag and took out a bottle of mineral water, which Nastya sometimes drank in class. Before the Russian girl had time to come to her senses, the black woman knocked off the cork and poured it on her blouse. The thin fabric got wet, clinging to Nastya's chest.
- It's not good to hide such boobs, - Melissa painfully pinched pink nipple, - well, let's go!
When buying beer, Nastya almost fell through the ground when the black seller frankly examined her boobs and tried to draw her into a conversation with vulgar jokes. Finally she paid and dragged the heavy package to the car.
- Throw it there, - Melissa nodded to the back seat, - just give me a couple of jars.
She tore off the eyelet and gulped down half the jar at once.
- Do you want it too? - she asked cheerfully, catching Nastya's gaze, -but no, you can't yet. But I'll definitely pour you a drink...later. And now go!
While they were driving to the campus, Melissa managed to drain three cans. They entered the campus together, and Nastya carried a package of beer. However, while they waited for the elevator, Melissa came up with a new game.
-Your hands must be tired, - Melissa unexpectedly turned to Nastya in a friendly way, - let me hold it.
Nastya cautiously handed her the beer, expecting a dirty trick. Premonition did not deceive her - as soon as the elevator doors closed behind them, Melissa commanded.
- Well, now, when your hands are free, stand with your back to the door, pull up your skirt and part the buttocks, - Melissa said to the stunned Nastya and, seeing that the girl hesitated in indecision, painfully kicked her, - quickly, white bitch!
Nastya hurriedly bent down and pulled up her skirt, parting her buttocks with her hands. Almost immediately she felt a heaviness on her back as Melissa put down the beer.
- Work as a table, - she said, opening another jar, - and we will play the game "Guess who is behind the door." Suddenly someone is lucky to meet such a beauty at the entrance to the elevator! - Melissa slapped Nastya on the ass. She almost did not feel the slap - Nastya was shaking with fear at the thought that someone would really see her in such a position. The seconds during which the elevator crawled to the eighth floor seemed like an eternity to her, her legs shook and gave way - only the thought of what Melissa would do to her if she fell with her beer made Nastya stay on her feet.
-Spread your ass more, - another heavy slap made Nastya spread her buttocks even more and then the elevator doors opened. It seemed to Nastya that she would die of a broken heart, but the disappointed voice of an African-American woman brought her back to life.
-You're lucky white bitch, - Nastya could not hold back a sigh of relief when the beer was removed from her back, - no one. Okay, you can straighten up and lead to yourself.
