Jennifer was 22-years-old and had recently experienced several milestone events in her life. She graduated from state college with a BS in Education and got a job as a teacher at a school about 150 miles from her childhood home where she'd lived with her younger sister, 18-year-old Chelsea, and her mom and dad.
With her new job, Jennifer got her own apartment. Well, not exactly her own - she moved in with her boyfriend, Jamal. After settling in, Jen let her parents know that she had a live-in boyfriend. A little later, she casually mentioned that Jamal was black.
Jennifer's parents were liberal minded, but they let her know that they didn't approve of her living arrangements, and while they were certainly not the prejudiced types, they were disappointed that she was involved with a black man.
Describing Jamal as black was almost an understatement. His complexion was very dark. He was just a year older than Jen and had also graduated with an Education degree and held a job as a high school teacher and football coach. Jamal had played football in college and looked the part. He was big, well over six feet tall, and extremely well built and athletic.
Jennifer and Chelsea had always been close and although four years apart in age, they almost looked like twins. Both were slim blondes, about 5'6" in height with girl-next-door good looks. Chelsea had just started college at a different university, about 200 miles from home and 100 miles from Jen's place.
Jennifer invited Chelsea to come visit for a three-day weekend, partly to show off her new home and boyfriend, and also to find out what her family was feeling about her lifestyle and choices.
Chelsea arrived at Jennifer's apartment at about 4 pm, after Jen got home from work and a couple hours before Jamal would get home after coaching football practice. That would give the sisters a couple hours to catch up before Jen fixed dinner.
Chelsea and Jen shrieked with joy at their reunion and Chelsea loved the apartment and the way it was decorated. She took several cellphone pictures to email their folks. Jennifer uncorked a bottle of Chardonnay and the two sat sipping wine and chatting.
After a couple of glasses each, Jen asked Chelsea how Mom and Dad had reacted, and also asked what she thought of her big sister's choice in men.
"Well," Chelsea said, "we were all pretty shocked. You had lots of boyfriends in high school and all of them were white. We never had a clue that you liked black guys."
"I didn't like black guys until I met Jamal," Jen replied. "But, it's really true what they say, you know - once you go black you never go back."
"I've heard that before but what the hell does it mean?" Chelsea asked with a slightly irritated tone. "Are black guys that much better to you or is it because they're supposed to be bigger 'down there'?"
"They are bigger down there," Jen said with a chuckle. "Before I fell in love with Jamal I fell crazy-mad-in-love with his big black cock!" After you get fucked with a nigger dick you don't want any teeny white peenies anymore!
"Jennifer!" Chelsea exclaimed, "I can't believe you're talking that way and using the 'n' word. How many white guys have you made love with? Jamal is better than any of them?"
"Chelsea," Jen said in a matter-of-fact way, "Jamal is better. Blacks are better, period, when it comes to sex, and they call themselves niggers and they fuck you, long and hard, and they don't call it 'making love'."
"Well, I'm glad you're happy," Chelsea said, "but I'm just not attracted to black guys myself."
"You need to keep an open mind, little sister", Jen said, "wagging her finger and smiling. In fact, one of Jamal's friends is coming over to watch a Netflix movie after dinner. He's big and black too and I think you might like him."
"No fucking way!" Chelsea exploded. "I came to see you and meet Jamal, not to go on a blind date with a black guy!"
Jennifer refilled Chelsea's wine glass and said, "Don't get so uptight. It's not a date. We're not going anywhere. Jamal just thought we might be more comfortable if things were even-steven - you know, two guys, two girls, two white, two black. You won't have to even touch him, unless you want to. By the way, his name is Charles but his street name is Scoot. All black guys have a street name or a nickname."
"Okay," Chelsea said, feeling she might have overreacted, "That's fine. It's always more fun to watch a movie with other people around."
Just then Jamal walked through the front door and greeted the two ladies with a big smile.
"Damn!, he said, "I thought Jennifer was the most beautiful girl in the world but you're a dead ringer for her, Chelsea."
Chelsea and Jennifer both stood up. Jamal, who was sweaty and smelled musky after running football practice, gave Chelsea a hug and a peck on her cheek, then embraced Jennifer and planted a long kiss on her lips. Chelsea was a bit amazed at the sight and was taken aback at seeing her sister swept up by this tall and very dark stranger.
"I'll start dinner now," Jen said. "I told Chelsea that Scoot is coming over to watch the movie with us. Now you too can get acquainted."
"Great, but first I need to take my shower and put on some clean clothes before I stink you lovely ladies out," Jamal said as he headed toward the master bedroom.
Dinner included a couple more glasses of wine and the two sisters were both getting a little tipsy, especially Chelsea who wasn't too experienced with sipping alcohol for hours.
As they cleared the dinner dishes there was a knock on the door. Jamal answered it and let his friend Scoot enter the apartment. Jennifer rushed over to give Scoot a hug and said, "This is my sister, Chelsea."
"Wow," Scoot said, "they weren't bullshitting when they said you were good looking! It must run in the family."
Chelsea's fair skin blushed and she held out her hand to Scoot, saying "nice to meet you." Scoot took her hand and shook it gently.
Carrying their wine glasses to the coffee table in the living room, all four people sat down on the big living room couch that faced the TV. Jamal and Jennifer were seated on the left side, Chelsea and Scoot on the right. Chelsea looked to see if there was anywhere else to sit, but there wasn't, so she resigned herself to sitting on the sofa with her sister on one side and Scoot on the other.
Jamal used the remote control to start the movie; a romantic comedy that none of them had seen. Five minutes into the film, Jamal put his arm around Jennifer and started to rub her arm and shoulder. When Scoot moved his hand across his lap just barely touch Chelsea's outer thigh the young woman put her hand on his and laced their fingers, just to keep him from roaming any further. Chelsea stared at the contrast of her delicate white fingers intertwined with Scoot's big black digits.
Seeing the handholding out of the corner of her eye, Jennifer nudged her sister with her elbow and quietly said, "I still can't believe it sometimes when I see white skin on black skin. It just looks so erotic and sexy, doesn't it?!' she said with a giggle. Chelsea feared that Jen was getting the wrong idea but kept holding hands with Scoot anyway.
Chelsea tried to watch the movie but was distracted by the noises coming from her sister next to her. Jennifer and Jamal were passionately kissing and Jamal was squeezing Jen's breasts through her top, eliciting faint moans and slurping grunts. Chelsea smiled and turned toward Scoot to see if he was also noticing the action next to them. As Chelsea's face moved toward his Scoot planted a kiss on her lips. Chelsea was startled by the advance and did not kiss him back, quickly turning back to face the TV instead.
Chelsea immediately began to have second thoughts. Scoot was a nice guy, and attractive in a manly, powerful sort of way. Why not let him kiss her, she wondered to herself. She would probably enjoy it. She'd never kissed a black man before but his full lips did feel good for the moment they touched hers. Chelsea decided that she would kiss him back when he tried again.
Chelsea sat still for a couple of minutes, waiting for Scoot to make another move, but he didn't. Scoot looked at the movie, seeming to be interested in the scene on screen. Finally, she made the move, slipping her hand out of his and touching his cheek to move his face toward hers. Then she gently kissed Scoot's lips. He broke a small smile and immediately kissed her, and kissed her again and again. The smooches were loud enough to be heard by Jen, who glanced sideways in time to see her little sister dancing her tongue across Scoot's mouth. Jen was thrilled but quickly diverted her gaze back to Jamal. Chelsea and Scoot intensified their kissing and Scoot moved his hand to cover Chelsea's breast. As he began to massage her boob with his big hand Chelsea welcomed the attention. Surrendering any further pretense of resistance, Chelsea unbuttoned her blouse to let Scoot put his hand on her breast instead of him pawing her through the material.
"Yes, yes, yes!" Jennifer thought as she saw her sister hungrily locking lips with Scoot, who now had his hand way inside her blouse. Jennifer was hoping that her little sister might get comfortable with the idea of an interracial relationship and she clearly was making progress.
Leaning forward on the couch, Jennifer pulled her top over her head and tossed it aside, exposing her breasts and saying, "let's get more comfortable."
"Geez, Jennifer, I don't believe you!" Chelsea exclaimed, looking at her sister perched on the couch with her 34Bs hanging out in plain view.
