Monday, December 14, 2009

Sunday morning....

The light came streaming through my window Sunday morning, slowly nudging me to consciousness. Slowly, my eyes fluttered open and I became aware of my surroundings, the cluttered apartment bedroom my parents had begrudgingly agreed to let me share with my roommate, Jennifer. She had given Mike and I disapproving looks when we came home from the clubs last night and shook her head as I lewdly led him upstairs to my room.

Jennifer didn't like the fact that I dated black men. Like me, she'd grown up decidedly upper middle class and the whole hip-hop, street slang culture was lost on her. Even beyond the fact that some of my dates were black men, she disapproved even more that they were athletes on scholarship at the university. She didn't think they were very "sharp" as she termed it and she didn't like the fact that some of them bragged about how hot they were and how all the girls on campus wanted to hook up with them. It rubbed her notions of equality between men and women the wrong way.
I, on the other hand, loved it.
The guys I dated were mostly football jocks and they were funny, sexy and loved to party. That's why I didn't hesitate when Mike asked me out after class one day and why I put in the extra time getting ready so I'd look as hot as he did when he picked me up for our date.
I don't think either of us were suprised when I invited him in later that night and he just smiled when I took his hand and began pulling him up the stairs to my bedroom. He was waaaaay taller than me and sex with him was like a trip to the gym. He wasn't shy about guiding me into the positions he wanted and a few times when he brought the weight of his body down on me, it was all I could do to regain my breath.

I reached behind me to feel for his body lying next to me, but there was nothing there. Raising up to my elbows, I could see he wasn't there, but I noticed the sound of water running in the bathroom. As I gently raised myself to a sitting position, I felt the soreness in my muscles and my ribs ached. Damn, I thought, he pounded the crap out of me and I gingerly got up to walk towards the bathroom where I could see him standing at the sink, brushing his teeth.

For a few moments, I stood watching him without him even noticing me, staring at him. God, his ass is gorgeous, I thought. I began to feel a rush through my body as I watched him, thinking about the amazing things he'd done to my body the night before. He smiled as he saw my reflection in the mirror.
"Hey, babygurl," he said.
"Hey," I replied, walking forward and sliding my arms around his waist, pulling myself close to him. The softness of his skin, his masculine smell and the press of his firm, muscular ass against my belly made me want to melt into him and I laid my cheek against his back.
"You okay?" he said.
"Uh huh," I replied, eyes closed.
"I mean, you okay with us? What we did last night?"
I chuckled. "What, was there something about me moaning your name and begging you for more that made you think I was having second thoughts?"
"Naw, I was just trying to be sure you didn't have regrets." He turned to face me and wrapped his large, muscular arms around me. This time it was his cock pressing against my belly, his thick, semi-hard member, lying against me and I could feel its warmth and the ridge that encircled the head of his penis. I thought about how much I loved his cock, loved how it looked when it was hard and how he grunted when he pushed it inside me.

I looked up to his face and he leaned down to kiss me, softly at first, but then more urgently, his tongue pressing into my mouth. After a few minutes, we broke.
"Um, I've got an idea," I said, catching my breath. "Why don't you give up football, drop out of school and move in with me and you're job can just be to fuck me? I'm sure my daddy won't mind us living together and Jennifer will get used to the idea of you being my 'boy toy'...I mean, after a while, she might even want to...."

He laughed and reached down for a pair of boxers lying of the floor. He slipped them on and shook his head as he looked at me. "Girl, you just damn crazy!"

Mike left to walk downstairs. I closed my eyes and memories of the night before flooded my brain and I began to want him again. I began to want his warmth and his breath on my neck and the feel of his hard muscles, my legs wrapped around him as he pounded me into the mattress, leaving me gasping for breath. His deep, sexy voice whispering "you want this, babygurl?" as I felt the smooth, round head of his cock pressing against my pussy lips and my gasp as the pressure built and his enormous cock slipped inside me.

I threw on a robe and came bounding down the stairs, only to find Mike in the kitchen making breakfast. I wanted to push him down onto the kitchen floor and let him fuck me right there but my roommate, Jennifer, was sitting in the living room, studying. She motioned me over towards her, a look of frustration on her face.

"Can't you at least make him put something on before he comes downstairs?" she asked, her face red.

I smiled. "Jen, you're the only woman on this planet who wants to see Mike wearing MORE clothes!" I looked back over my shoulder. "If last night was any indication of what's to come, you're going to be seeing a lot more of Mike the rest of the semester and if I have MY way, he's not going to be wearing a lot of clothes, so, honey, deal with it."

"What if your parents find out? What if your boyfriend finds out??" she hissed.

I sat on the arm of the couch and watched through the kitchen door. "Mmmmmmmm...." I moaned. "Look at him, Jen. There's not a girl on campus who wouldn't have traded places with me last night when I had THAT in my bed, you included. The boy had me climbin' the walls and I ain't givin' him up for NOBODY!"