It was close to 4:00 a.m. when Derrick and Jamal left my apartment. I was half-asleep, lying naked in my bed, but I could hear them talking in the living room and in the kitchen, searching through my refrigerator for bottles of beer to take with them as they left, laughing and joking about how they “cain’t never give up white pussy” and I heard Jamal asking Derrick to make sure they had my phone number before they left.
I spent the whole next day in a haze, barely leaving my bed, spending hours staring out the window at my neighbors coming and going from their apartments. They have no idea the world has changed, I thought to myself. No idea the girl who lives in my apartment is a completely different person.
I spent the day thinking about Derrick, wondering what he was doing, wondering if he’d call me at some point. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. By mid afternoon, I was growing increasingly desperate, wanting him to call. I somehow thought if I simply focused my mind and my energy on him, Derrick would somehow get the message, he would understand how much I wanted to talk to him and to see him again. I slipped into a pair of frayed, old pajamas and curled up on the couch, watching TV. I hugged a pillow in an attempt to recreate the closeness we’d shared, the energy of our bodies next to each other, but it was no use. The only thing that would satisfy my craving for Derrick was Derrick.
That evening, I ate some leftover Chinese take-out in my refrigerator and eventually crawled back into my bed. The musky scent of his body still drifted from my pillow and I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, picturing him above me, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his shoulders and arms, caressing his muscular back as his warm breath floated down to cover me. I imagined his hard, warm cock with its broad fleshy head pushing against my labia and spreading them wide, then slipping inside me as I groaned, drawing my knees up against his sides and locking my arms around his neck. I remembered how deliciously he filled me and as he slowly began moving back and forth, the electric jolts coursing through my body as his amazing cock rubbed the walls of my pussy.
I reached down with my hands and began to rub the inside of my thighs when my phone began vibrating on the nightstand. I looked at the number and my hear leaped when I saw it was Derrick.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey, babygurl,” said the low, distinctly masculine voice. “What chu’ doin’?”
I felt myself blush. “Hi, baby,” I said, my voice going high and girly. “I was just thinkin’ ‘bout you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Derrick, said teasingly. “What was you thinkin’?”
“I was just thinking about what an incredible time I had with you last night.”
“Yeah? What was so incredible about it?”
I laughed. “I think you know.”
“No, I don’t. Tell me.”
I took a deep breath and we both laughed. “Derrick, baby, I don’t have to tell you there’s never been a man whose made me feel like I felt last night.”
“You sure it wasn’t just ‘cause I brought along my boy?”
“No,” I said in mock protest. “It was you. I didn’t even have a clue sex could be like that until you were inside me.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Most definitely. And I think you could tell I liked it, too.”
“You gave me a few clues, I have to say that. But it would be a shame to think that was only a one-time thing. I think we have to try it again to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” He chortled as he spoke.
“I was thinking the exact, same thing,” I said.
Derrick laughed. “What do you think your daddy’d say if he knew you was talkin’ to a nigga like that?”
I laughed. “He wouldn’t be happy.”
“What about ya boyfriend?”
“Even less.”
“You know I’m gonna take you away from him, don’t ya?”
I took a deep breath. “Baby, let’s not talk about him right now, okay?
“Okay, so when you comin’ over to spend the night?”
“At YOUR place?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you have roommates?”
“Yeah, I got a bunch of ‘em. So what?”
“How many?”
“You ever heard of the Omega House?”
“Yeah, I think so. That’s a black fraternity, right?
“Yeah, that’s where I live,” he said. “So, I got 28 roomates.”
“Ohmigod, Derrick,” I gasped. “I can’t have sex with you in a frat house!”
“Why not?”
“Why NOT?” I said. “Do you know how long it would take for word to get around campus that I was bangin’ some guy in the Omega House? I wouldn’t have to break it off with my boyfriend, he’d be outta here in a heartbeat!”
“Then, it’d save you a step,” Derrick laughed. “C’mon, now, we hooked up on your home field, only fair the next game be on MY turf.”
“But, Derrick, sex in frat houses is just so….so, SLUTTY!”
“Naw, its cool. I’ll clean up for ya and make sure you get treated right.” There was a long pause. “Look, Krista, if ya wanna be with me, this is somethin’ gotta happen, okay?”
“Okay, when?”
“Friday night. Whyn’t ya come over about nine? We’ll be partyin’ with some friends over here. Wear somethin’ sexy.”
“Come over? You mean you’re not gonna pick me up? I just show up, knock on the door and we fuck?”
He laughed. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“God, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. I must be out of my mind.”
Derrick’s voice got low. “I’m gonna get in ya head, Krista. And if we roll like I wanna roll, babygurl, its gonna be off the chain.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I said. I kissed Derrick over the phone and hung up, lying motionless on the bed. My neighbors may not have realized my life had changed, but as I laid there, thinking of Derrick, I knew deep down it had.
I spent the whole next day in a haze, barely leaving my bed, spending hours staring out the window at my neighbors coming and going from their apartments. They have no idea the world has changed, I thought to myself. No idea the girl who lives in my apartment is a completely different person.
I spent the day thinking about Derrick, wondering what he was doing, wondering if he’d call me at some point. I couldn’t get him out of my mind. By mid afternoon, I was growing increasingly desperate, wanting him to call. I somehow thought if I simply focused my mind and my energy on him, Derrick would somehow get the message, he would understand how much I wanted to talk to him and to see him again. I slipped into a pair of frayed, old pajamas and curled up on the couch, watching TV. I hugged a pillow in an attempt to recreate the closeness we’d shared, the energy of our bodies next to each other, but it was no use. The only thing that would satisfy my craving for Derrick was Derrick.
That evening, I ate some leftover Chinese take-out in my refrigerator and eventually crawled back into my bed. The musky scent of his body still drifted from my pillow and I inhaled slowly, closing my eyes. I rolled over onto my back and closed my eyes, picturing him above me, my fingers tracing the hard lines of his shoulders and arms, caressing his muscular back as his warm breath floated down to cover me. I imagined his hard, warm cock with its broad fleshy head pushing against my labia and spreading them wide, then slipping inside me as I groaned, drawing my knees up against his sides and locking my arms around his neck. I remembered how deliciously he filled me and as he slowly began moving back and forth, the electric jolts coursing through my body as his amazing cock rubbed the walls of my pussy.
I reached down with my hands and began to rub the inside of my thighs when my phone began vibrating on the nightstand. I looked at the number and my hear leaped when I saw it was Derrick.
“Hello?” I said.
“Hey, babygurl,” said the low, distinctly masculine voice. “What chu’ doin’?”
I felt myself blush. “Hi, baby,” I said, my voice going high and girly. “I was just thinkin’ ‘bout you.”
“Oh, yeah?” Derrick, said teasingly. “What was you thinkin’?”
“I was just thinking about what an incredible time I had with you last night.”
“Yeah? What was so incredible about it?”
I laughed. “I think you know.”
“No, I don’t. Tell me.”
I took a deep breath and we both laughed. “Derrick, baby, I don’t have to tell you there’s never been a man whose made me feel like I felt last night.”
“You sure it wasn’t just ‘cause I brought along my boy?”
“No,” I said in mock protest. “It was you. I didn’t even have a clue sex could be like that until you were inside me.”
“You like that, huh?”
“Most definitely. And I think you could tell I liked it, too.”
“You gave me a few clues, I have to say that. But it would be a shame to think that was only a one-time thing. I think we have to try it again to make sure it wasn’t a fluke.” He chortled as he spoke.
“I was thinking the exact, same thing,” I said.
Derrick laughed. “What do you think your daddy’d say if he knew you was talkin’ to a nigga like that?”
I laughed. “He wouldn’t be happy.”
“What about ya boyfriend?”
“Even less.”
“You know I’m gonna take you away from him, don’t ya?”
I took a deep breath. “Baby, let’s not talk about him right now, okay?
“Okay, so when you comin’ over to spend the night?”
“At YOUR place?”
“Yeah.”
“Don’t you have roommates?”
“Yeah, I got a bunch of ‘em. So what?”
“How many?”
“You ever heard of the Omega House?”
“Yeah, I think so. That’s a black fraternity, right?
“Yeah, that’s where I live,” he said. “So, I got 28 roomates.”
“Ohmigod, Derrick,” I gasped. “I can’t have sex with you in a frat house!”
“Why not?”
“Why NOT?” I said. “Do you know how long it would take for word to get around campus that I was bangin’ some guy in the Omega House? I wouldn’t have to break it off with my boyfriend, he’d be outta here in a heartbeat!”
“Then, it’d save you a step,” Derrick laughed. “C’mon, now, we hooked up on your home field, only fair the next game be on MY turf.”
“But, Derrick, sex in frat houses is just so….so, SLUTTY!”
“Naw, its cool. I’ll clean up for ya and make sure you get treated right.” There was a long pause. “Look, Krista, if ya wanna be with me, this is somethin’ gotta happen, okay?”
“Okay, when?”
“Friday night. Whyn’t ya come over about nine? We’ll be partyin’ with some friends over here. Wear somethin’ sexy.”
“Come over? You mean you’re not gonna pick me up? I just show up, knock on the door and we fuck?”
He laughed. “Yeah, pretty much.”
“God, I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. I must be out of my mind.”
Derrick’s voice got low. “I’m gonna get in ya head, Krista. And if we roll like I wanna roll, babygurl, its gonna be off the chain.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of,” I said. I kissed Derrick over the phone and hung up, lying motionless on the bed. My neighbors may not have realized my life had changed, but as I laid there, thinking of Derrick, I knew deep down it had.
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