It was impossible to ignore Shandra's beauty. She was quite simply radiant. - Long, flowing, black hair, a small, almost round, face with big bright blue eyes. - What a hypnotizing contrast her eyes made with her dark her. She didn't need makeup and never wore any. She never wore anything to revealing either, usually just blue jeans and a loose T-shirt, but I could tell that underneath there was a body to die for. She filled those jeans ever so provocatively; I could have walked behind her forever. (Excuse the pun).
Her "knockers", as her close friends, that's us, would call them, had to be a perfect, round, firm "c" or maybe even a "d" cup. And all this was in an olive completion. Almost six foot, soft spoken, fun loving, top notch 20 year old girl.
Shandra hung out with three other girls. Tamia was also, but not quite as, tall with bushy dirty blonde, almost red, hair and a very "curvaceous" figure. Tamia is fair skinned and had emerald green eyes. She was also the wild one in the bunch. With her freckles it was impossible for her to deny here Irish heritage. She was loud and, amongst us, very outspoken. Anyone trying to infiltrate our group had to deal with her whip of a tongue.
Salsa had obvious Indian background with small tits and very sharp features accompanying her dark eyes and dark skin. She was almost skinny and often made me wonder if it was true that Indian girls "shaved".
Jenny was pale and very short. She wore her hair in a short "bob" cut and coloured it blonde, and a very sexy, well rounded bottom. She was also the clever one in the group. We were all in the same class but she was two years younger, a real brain box. She was what one could call a bottle blonde. What was blonde on her came from a bottle of dye.
Me, well I was your everyday guy. Tall, not too big built, just under average frame and muscle. At the time I had just shaved my head after keeping short dreadlocks. Salsa teased me the day she saw me bald, "Hey, Kojack. How far did they go with that razor?" I wasn't a jock but I was no spook either.
As different as we all were, the common binding factor between us was the fact that we were all made of up mix races. I tell you the girls were exotic to say the least.
Now you may wonder how on this good earth did a loser like me get involved with a group of hoties like this. I mean, like every other boy on campus, I was more than willing to give up both my nut to be with Shandra and at least my left one for any of the other girls, but I was lucky. She was Tamia's friend and Tamia was my cousin and we shared a flat. It was a small one bedroom flat with a large living area just one mile from campus. She, Tamia, had the bedroom and I, well I slept on the very comfortable sleeper couch, just in case your thoughts were starting to wonder already.
It was heaven when Tamia went to the bathroom every morning and evening. I loved summer nighties and yes I often sniffed on her dirty knickers. Many nights I listen to her little noises from outside her bedroom door and with my minds eye imagining what she was doing. She was hot enough to make anyone forget he had any relatives,,,,, but back to Shandra, Nubian goddess.....
I had loads of guys trying to become my "friend" but gave them the cold shoulder when it became obvious that they just wanted a stepping stone to Shandra,,, which was easy with Tamia there to help.
"Tamia speak with whip tongue." Sasha would often say in her best native Indian accent. And Shandra often joked that she would never get layed with us around. "You need to get layed by a real rooster and not some foul fucker." Tamia said just after she had whipped some poor fool, and I immediately replied imitating a rooster cockle, "Any cock willlll doooooo". We laughed and made our way back to class.
After class, we gathered at Tamia's place, our place, for a meal, Pasta and creamy chicken, and some wine. Lot's of wine. It was the weekend and the "girls" were going to stay over and go shopping the next day, with my car I should add. -- Yes I suppose another reason why I was "allowed" in the group.
I was pouring wine, Tamia was busy with the music - boy, could she dance, Shandra was cooking and the other two helping.
The jokes were still flying about the jock who thought he stood a chance with Shandra. Tamia joked that they, the girls, had to live in Shandra's shadow. "Living in your shadow is still COOL, Shandra, aaannd I tell you, I don't mind getting some of your floppy seconds." Salsa teased while she played with a carrot she was about to peal. Mouths dropped open in shock followed by fits of laughter. - Salsa was the more open one of the group when it came to things like relationships, body parts and yes sex too. She was first to tell us the "pet" name she has for her vagina, and she wanted to know what we called ours, "your pet has to have a name. Tell it's name before I name it for you."
Then Tamia asked me to do my "cockle". More laughter.
"But you're more eggs than cock, hey Brent?" Jenny teased. Everyone remembering the time when she walked in on me in the bathroom, and shrieked. More laughter. (The truth was she walked in and found me still wrapped in a towel after a shower. She lifted the towel and had a good look.
Once I started to grow she smiled,,,,, Shrieked and ran out. I just went with whatever story she told the other girls when I joined them in the lounge.)
"You know what jumbo jet and bottle blondes have in common,,,,,,,,,,, Black boxes." was my reply once the laughter had died down, only to start it off again.
"You just wish you could see it" Tamia whipped back.
"Yes please." I said honestly, my palms together and kneeling. More "ahh!'s" and loud laughter.
"Anyway, what makes you so sure it's not blonde?" Jenny asked. By this time we were well into our meal and were well onto our fourth bottle of wine.
" I just know,,,,,,,, I know women." I said casually pointing around at all of them.
With all the "Ah's!" I felt I may have put my foot in it there. Maybe the pointing was a bit too much.
" you really think that because you been around us for sometime that you would know something as intimate as that." Jenny asked, no it wasn't a question ,,,, it was a statement.
And she didn't sound too happy, I had put my foot in it but before I could apologize, Tamia's whip was back.
"Why don't you prove how much you THINK you know." She had left the table and was walking back with a little laundry basket.
"Let's play a game and test your knowledge of US women."
