Roommate
Chapter Three
Now that we are both getting used to our new arrangement, Dan was doing his best to make up for his lost time. I was okay with it because I was making up for lost time too, plus, he was a big turn on for me, to have a young male with a hard cock looking at me, and making my body purr.
We didn't spend a lot of time running around naked, but when I was dressed, I did tend to start to dress a bit sluttier looking, to make sure he would keep an eye on me. But the problem was, Nat started to spend more time here too. He would show up without me knowing he was coming, so he could catch me dressed slutty at time, as I would do my shorty shorts and halter top. He caught me once in my tiny bikini, and once he caught me in just my short bathrobe.
When he saw me like that, he would tend to want to hang out with me, small talking, staring at me, and I did notice a few times he had a bulge in his pants.
Dan told me that Nat knew nothing about us playing around, so, I believed Nat didn't know, but it got to be that Dan and Nat started to hang out more downstairs, where I was, and I could feel, or see, them both staring at me.
Dan did like to have me watch his movies too, so I was seeing a lot of young boys fucking older women, probably seventy percent of their movies were young, black males, fucking older, white women. I picked on Dan and asked him, "Why do you have so many of these types of movies?"
He told me, "Nat bought them and brought them over," so, I guessed this is Nat's biggest fantasy.
When Dan told me what was all behind this, that Nat had told him, 'Black males are more, or less, looked down on in life. However, when a black man is fucking a white woman, he is more of an equal. But if he is fucking a white woman, and she begging for it, that makes them a bit higher, in the sex ranking.' I thanked him for explaining it to me, as I laughed it off.
The more Nat came around, the more I felt this was true, and that's what was running through his head. All I knew from Dan, was that Nat never had a girlfriend either, because Dan would always slip it into our conversation every so often, how Nat would like to fuck a white female, like in their movies. I would just laugh it off and not say anything about it, because in their movies they were fucking old, white cougars.
A bit of time went by, Dan and I were running as hot as ever, but one night Dan had a friend call, and he left to go help a friend out. Shortly after he left, Nat showed up, so I let him in, and told him about Dan helping a friend. He sat down and started talking with me, but he caught me in a pair of my shorty shorts, and a halter top, that showed some cleavage. He was bad at staring at me, and I could tell where he was looking, but I guess he liked my outfit, because I noticed the bulge in his pants was bigger than ever.
After a while he asked, "Is it okay if I went up to Dan's room to watch some movies?"
I told him, "It's okay with me," but I laughed at him too, "You and Dan need to stop watching those movies and get some girlfriends." He looked shocked that I knew about the movies, so, he just slipped away and didn't want to talk about them.
Later I'm sitting downstairs thinking of his big bulge and that now he was upstairs watching a movie about a black kid fucking a white cougar. I couldn't get that out of my head, and I don't know why, because I knew how Nat felt about it, and that Dan and I hadn't fucked in two days, due to what was all going on, but my pussy was getting wet.
Finally, I went up to my room and I heard that Nat did have a movie on. I shook my head and went into my room to change clothes, but I kept thinking about Nat watching his movies, and how he was probably in there stroking away. I was naked and seeing my nipples hard, and feeling that my pussy was getting wetter, I slipped on my bath robe, and intended to go take a shower, but as I went heading to the bathroom, I could hear the woman moaning and thought, 'Damn, she sounds like she's having a good time.'
So, I stopped in front of the door and knocked, and I heard him moving about, but as I opened the door, I could see he was fixing his pants, and the movie was still on. I just acted like it was no big deal, as he went to try to shut it off, so, I said, "Don't worry about that, I've seen them all before."
"You watch them?"
"Yes, I've seen them, and maybe that's why I stopped in, because I wanted to ask you a question."
"What did you want to ask?" he asked but his voice seemed a bit scared.
"Well, I have seen them and Dan and I have gotten into conversations about them. He told me you bought most of the movies, he also explained to me how you felt about them, and how it all works out."
He looked at the floor, "So, you feel a black male having sex with a white woman makes him more of an equal and he's more or less doing his thing, making it good for her, and then he would be more than equal and a step above? I asked him.
He then did look up at me, "Well, black people are still look down at... but you don't, you treat me great, but lots of white people don't."
"You don't need to explain that to me."
"Yes, it still happens nowadays."
"But I've never looked at it the way you look at it, in terms of the sexual way," he said with a wicked grin on his face.
"I think it would make sense, but being I've never fucked a black man, I don't know how he would really feel, or act, about it," and looking at him, I don't think he thought that word would come out of my mouth.