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My eyes opened, and caught the streams of sunlight coming through the blinds. My next sense to awaken was smell, and I detected the aromas of sex. My naked body was laying face up on Brian's bed, with him - naked - on his back beside me. I rubbed my face, as the night's festivities slowly came back to me. I sat up, and there was Elliot was laying on the edge of the foot of the bed, also naked. There was a faint snoring sound coming from the floor, where Andy was -- naked -- in the fetal position. Once I fully remembered what I'd done, I felt a little embarrassed. I made my way to the bathroom to take a shower -- which is where it started.
I had a double life, of sorts, while I was in college. I went to all my classes, completed my assignments, and was fairly involved in campus activities. But I also enjoyed exploring my newfound sex life. I was a virgin all through high school, until Prom Night. I had dated the same boy since junior year, and my parents liked him, so being with him that night just seemed right.
I didn't have a boyfriend on my campus, because in a short period of time, I could tell that the Black population at my school was far too small to keep personal business private. In my first quarter there, I had seen the fallout from three love triangles gone wrong in my freshman year. There were a couple of guys on campus I thought were cute, but I did not want the drama.
Instead, I dated guys from other campuses. It was easy enough to meet other guys, because Black students at predominantly white institutions often gathered together for programs or parties. I made a couple of different connections with cool people from other schools that I could go have my fun with. By the Spring of my freshman year, I had two guys on separate campuses that I casually dated. Sex with both of them was great, and thanks to my freaky girlfriends, I had actually toyed with the idea of being with both of them at the same time. Both of them shot down the idea as soon as I floated the idea.
I met Brian the start of my sophomore year through an icebreaker. A group of students from my campus travelled to a party given by the Black students on his campus about 50 miles away. Inevitably, some white students would come to our parties also. Some just looked, as if they've never seen Black students gather and just have fun; some would try to immolate our dances, and just looked ridiculous; and some had gotten to know us in different classes, and came out to support our function.
I assumed that Brian fell into the last category from how friendly he was with the Black students on his campus. I even saw him dance with a couple of girls. So when he asked me to dance, I didn't have a problem saying yes. We exchanged the usual pleasantries as best we could over the volume of the music -- our names, majors, and hometowns. He was a decent dancer, but we didn't dance together again after the song went off. My girls teased me about him on the way home, but I didn't think too much about him until I saw him at a program on his campus a few weeks later. We talked for a little bit afterwards, and exchanged phone numbers before I left.
Brian was a junior and had switched his major to sports medicine after he missed the second half of his sophomore year playing basketball with a bad knee injury -- so he was a year older than me, but only half-a-year ahead in classes. He lived off-campus with two roommates, and had a car. After a week or so of talking, he wanted to come see me so we made a dinner date. We went to Johnny Rocket, and I had a good time talking to him. I had an even nicer time kissing him in the car when he dropped me off. I wasn't sure how'd I like kissing a pair of thin lips, but Brian was a good kisser.
After another week of talking on the phone, he took me to a Hootie & the Blowfish concert he had tickets for. We made out after the concert, and he asked if he could take me back to his place - his roommates had gone home for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves. He showed me around, and I noticed his anatomy books. He offered to show me what he learned about nerves and pressure points. We went to his room and he went over a few things as we sat on his bed. Then he slid his hands inside my top to show me a bit more. We kissed, and I felt him opening my shirt. I stripped down to my bra and panties, and laid on my stomach on his bed. He unfastened my bra, because he said the strap would get in the way. His hands felt wonderful moving on my back and legs as he explained the tendons and muscles.
One of the obvious connections he drew was how my nipples were connected to my clit. I caught his obvious hint, and I rolled over and asked for more information about that. He offered to demonstrate, and I raised my arms for him to pull my bra off. He got a big smile on his face, which made me blush and fold my arms.
"Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" he got a scared look on his face. "I only smiled because I have never seen sexier nipples; really."
"I'm not used to guys looking at me like that. Usually they just feel, or lick."
"No one has ever told you they are beautiful?"
"How many men you think I've been with?"
He stammered, "That's not what I meant!"
"I know," I laughed. "You just had this look on your face like you had never seen nipples before."
"I'm sorry."
I pulled his face down to kiss him and restore the mood. I let him pull my arms to the sides, and he leaned over and gently kissed them. Part of me felt bad, because I was fascinated by seeing his pink lips on my hard, dark-brown nipples. I was turned on by the contrast as much as I was turned on by his sucking. I wanted to reciprocate how he was making me feel, but he wouldn't let me get up or touch him. He just kept licking and sucking my nipples until I came -- which I didn't think was possible.
I covered my face in laughter and embarrassment after my body calmed down. He moved my hands and kissed my lips. As best I could, I helped him out of his clothes. He stepped off the bed and took his pants and socks off as I pulled my soaked panties off. We kissed again as he slid in me, and I raised my knees to take him deeper. He broke the kiss and began kissing my collarbone. Initially my eyes were closed, and he felt as good as any other I'd had -- no better, worse, or different. But, who knew if I'd ever be with him again, so I opened my eyes. The visual sent me over the edge almost immediately. Never thought I'd be with a white guy, but there was one on top of me.
I pulled him closer as he picked up speed. My mood was broken a little by his grunts. I'm used to some moans, but his were different. I listened to him grunt until he released.
After we laid there for a minute, he got up to go the bathroom, and I noticed his bare butt going out the door. While he was gone, I put on my panties and one of his t-shirts, and went to the kitchen to get something to drink. Brian came around the corner, still naked. "Okay now, going to the bathroom like that is one thing, but this is the kitchen. Put some clothes on!"
"You take some off!"
"I'm not walking around your place with nothing on!"
He began kissing me, and pulling at the shirt, "I think you should."
"No," I smiled, kissing him back.
"I've seen it all now, so be free!"
There was a twinge of excitement to walk around his place naked.
"Damn, I love how hard your nipples get," he sighed, when he pulled the shirt off. He pulled a chair over to me, and sat down. With his face right at my chest, he passionately licked and sucked my nipples.
I put my arms around his shoulders to keep my balance, as my whole body starts to respond to his lips.
Brian's hands move from my back down to my ass, and squeeze.
Keeping my balance became harder and harder, especially when he pulled my cheeks apart and the cold air I feel confirms how wet I am. I expected Brian to stop sucking at any moment, but he didn't. I got closer and closer to cumming, and he just kept on sucking. I give up trying to keep my balance, and let Brian hold me up as my orgasm hit. But that doesn't even stop him. I had to push his head away.
"I was finished," he grinned.
"Neither am I," I straddle his lap and take his dick all the way in my wet pussy in one motion.
"Awwww, fuck!"
"Can't handle it?" I worked my hips hard.
"No," he head fell back, "I mean, yes."
"This pussy too good for you?"
He groaned and squeezed my breasts.
"Just say it," I kept working. "Matter of fact, look at me and say it." I got a charge when he straightened his head and opened his eyes. "Say it!"
He groaned again, "I can handle it."
"Then why are you about to cum?"
He shook his head.
"Yeah you are."
"No, not yet."
"You can't help it," I teased him. "You want to last longer, but you won't." I matched the motion of my hips to my words, "You will come now!"
And he did, "AHHHHHHHHHH!" He clutched my body as he released, causing me to cum again. We stayed like that for about 10 minutes before either of us moved.
"You are incredible! Where did you learn to talk shit like that?"
"It wasn't too much?"
"Hell no! I loved it."
"Pornos," I blushed.
"You watch pornos?"
"A few."
"Wow, we'll have to watch one together!"
I kissed him, then stood up to go to the bathroom. after cleaning up, I went to his bedroom and grabbed his blanket off his bed to put on the couch before I sat down. We watched a regular movie in the nude, feeling on each other the whole time. Eventually we stopped watching the movie when Brian started playing with my pussy. He was touching it lightly, at first. But as he touched more, I got wetter; and as I got wetter, he touched more.
"I love how responsive you are," he slid a finger inside me.
I leaned my head back and let out a moan.
"Yessss," he kept slowly fingering me as he kissed me. When he broke the kiss, he slid his finger out, and looked at it. "Dayum!"
"What?"
"How in the world do you get so juicy?" he licked his finger. "Sit up," he got off the couch and knelt on the floor.
"Brian," I grabbed his head when he moved toward my pussy, "What are you doing?!"
He shot me a funny look, "What?"
"What are you doing?"
He chuckled, "I'm about to eat you. I wanted to all day."
