In Nightshade I told the story of how my roommate introduced me to interracial sex. The story continues about my relationship with Lee, a married black man, my college roommate, Karen, and her boyfriend, Jerome.
I never asked Lee about his marital status. I was pretty sure that he was married to a white woman and I KNOW he was having sex with other girls besides me. Normally that would have infuriated me, but then normally I would never have dated a married man. I was beginning to do a number of things I never thought I'd do. I didn't call Lee because I was always afraid his wife would answer, but when he called me I was always willing to meet him somewhere.
Being Karen's roommate, I was getting looks and smiles in class from both guys and girls. Karen was openly bi with a notorious sexual appetite, and everyone assumed that I was much more than just the girl who shared her dorm room. They assumed that we were lovers and that I was the same way Karen was when it came to promiscuity. I was not, of course. Karen assured me I was always welcome to join in whenever she was having sex, which was just about every night. She always licked her lips when I came out of the shower, but she never pressed the issue. The temptation was always there; simmering.
I shared Biology 101 with a guy named Brad, who I knew was dating a long haired blonde because I'd seen them making out before class. He pulled me aside one day and asked for a favor. "I'm so fucking hard right now it's driving me crazy," he said to me. "Can I get you to give me a blowjob?"
I was stunned. I barely knew the guy and he thought he could walk up and ask me that? I would have punched him in the nose if the offer wasn't percolating in my mind and sounding hotter by the second. I certainly wasn't the kind of girl to give a guy a casual blow job. Or was I?
"Brad, we've got to be in class in ten minutes," I said. "We don't have time for that."
"It'll only take me five," he said. "Please? I'm so horny right now." With that he opened the door to a lecture room I knew wasn't going to be used for a couple of hours. He stepped inside and looked at me. I don't know why, but I stepped in and locked the door. Something about it all was wildly erotic.
I was on my knees in seconds. Brad wasted no time in pulling his pants down and offering out his cock. My conscience was asking me what the hell I was doing, but my libido was urging me to go for it. I didn't hesitate. If I had, I probably would have run out of there. I just leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth. My hand encircled his hot shaft and I began to stroke him.
Brad was right. That thing was hard as a damn rock. I could taste pre-cum almost immediately. I felt like a total slut, on my knees in the lecture room, sucking off a guy I barely knew, but I KNEW I would masturbate to this image that night.
Brad's hands were on my head as I sucked him. He whispered how good I was and how great it felt. I just wanted him to cum so we wouldn't be late for class. He did have a nice cock. I loved the way it felt in my mouth; so hot and hard. I was really beginning to enjoy sucking. I began to understand how Karen could enjoy it as much as she did.
Brad didn't take longer than just a few minutes. I felt him tense and then begin to cum. As he did, I pulled back so that I held just the tip in my mouth. That way there was room in my mouth for his cum, and I could swallow it without spilling. I stroked him with my hand as he pumped streams of hot cum into my mouth. When he was finished, I made sure to get every drop from his softening cock.
I stood up just as he finished fastening his pants. "Thanks, Nikki. You were great," he said. He gave me a quick hug and left. I waited a moment and stepped out as well. The taste of his cum was still in my mouth as I went to class. From then on I carried breath mints in my purse.
I HAD to tell Karen about it when I got back to the dorm. She gave me a big hug and congratulated me on coming out of my shell. I should have felt ashamed, but I felt like I had overcome a milestone. I was becoming less like me and more like Karen, but I was enjoying every second of it.
That night I didn't have a date. Jerome came over, so I lay on top of my bed in my sleep shirt and toyed with my clit as he pounded Karen's pussy hard. She left her door ajar so I could hear them better, and I left mine slightly open as well. The memories of the day and the sounds of the night combined to give me a very nice orgasm. I never inserted when I masturbated, but as I listened to them I began to wish I had a cock inside me, even if it was latex. I decided it was time for me to buy a vibe. What would it hurt? After all, Lee was pounding me senseless at least once a week.