Me and my best friend, Jodi, have known each other since we were playing hopscotch. We’re from the same neighborhood, went to the same elementary school, junior high and high school. And of course, we’re both in our final year at the same college. We’re joined at the hip.
Although I’m black and Jodi’s white, we choose the same type of guys. We’re smart and career-minded so we favor black and white guys who resemble us, respectively. Smart is sexy in our book! But at the end of junior year, Jodi broke this inclination when she met, Brad Robbins, a big, corn-fed country-looking boy who played football (a Free Safety) for the school. While Brad’s simple in the head (read not smart), Jodi found him sweet and really handsome, and that was enough to win her over. Since they’ve been dating, Jodi has come up with a few more reasons to like big Brad Robbins…like the way he eats her out or how he fucks her silly with his dildo-like cock. Add that all together, and Jodi and I haven’t spent too much time together because she’s very distracted.
As I said before, Brad is talented on the football field, but not nearly as talented in the classroom. Fortunately for him, my love-struck friend Jodi is a honor student with a damn near perfect GPA. She tutors him in all his classes with good success. But this weekend, Jodi had an important conference to attend out of town and couldn’t tutor Brad. He was on the verge of tears in fear that he was going to fail the class and not be eligible to play football. Jodi begged me again and again until I agreed to sacrifice my weekend to tutor Brad. I figured Jodi would owe me a big one because educating her boyfriend was definitely going to be a chore.
Brad’s very popular on campus and trying to study with him in the open would be virtually impossible, so we decided to study in his dorm room. I arrived at his door in sweat pants and a white t-shirt with my hair in a ponytail. No need for impressions this weekend, I thought. Just as I expected, Brad greeted me with a dumbbell in his hand. Jody told me he was a workout junkie. He, too, was dressed simple: Shorts, tank-top and no shoes. Seeing him this way was new to me. I was used to him in street clothes or his football uniform. This was a more intimate and impressive look of Brad. It was kinda nice even to see him that way.
“Hey Keisha,” Brad said with a goofy, nervous look on his face. Brad always seemed to be that way when he dealt with me one on one, as if he was intimidated by me. I could never figure that out.
“Hey Brad,” I responded. “Are you ready to study?” I was all business on the outside, but I was taken by something else. Jesus, he was huge! Muscles everywhere, hands as big as my head, thighs like tree trunks and rippled buttocks unlike anything I’ve seen in real life. I was Smurfette next to this six-foot-something giant of a man. All of this made me feel a little vulnerable.
And a little excited at the same time.
With a slight taste of his country twang, Brad made some conversation.
“It’s Fridee night. The dorm’s jus’ about empty because e’erbody out partyin’.” It was cute to hear his voice. He continued. “I really appreciate you takin’ the time to help me, Keisha. You’re a sweet lady to do that on your weekend.” My reluctance towards helping him was falling away. Brad was such a gentleman and so grateful. Not to mention that great ass! He quickly got on my good side. He offered me a seat on his bed and then opened a bottle of Evian water for me. Before I completed my look of stunned surprise, Brad said, “Jodi told me that those were your favorite kind of water, so I brought ya a case.” We smiled and I thanked him for the sweet gesture. A gentleman indeed Brad was.
