Derrick's Room

I looked over to make eye contact with them. All smiling, leering, making comments about my body. I'd walked in the door of this house a few hours ago, sweet, sexy, dressed to impress my man and now I was in Derrick's room, naked, aroused, just another white girl to be used like so many before. In my mind, I wondered how many times the fraternity brothers had repeated this same game at the door to Derrick's room, how many times his ability to draw girls to him had led to just this type of floor show in which a combination of love and lust had led some innocent, young girl into giving up her body to the desires of Derrick and the fraternity brothers.



Derrick pulled his shirt up over his head and I could feel him unbuckling his jeans. He dropped his pants and boxers in one motion and I could feel his thick, hard cock riding between the cheeks of my ass. His penis was amazing and I could make myself wet just thinking about it as he slipped it down between my legs and I could see the head poking through me. Instinctively, I reached down and took him in my hands, pressing the shaft of his cock against my pussy lips. As he continued kissing my neck, I wondered if I would explode in orgasm before we even started.



I slowly turned to face him and smiled as I dropped to my knees. His cock bobbed in front of me as I began to kiss and lick around the smooth, bulbous head. I can't explain exactly why I loved performing oral sex on Derrick, except to say that the first time I laid eyes on him, I wondered what it would feel like to have his cock in my mouth. I'd always been kind of standoffish about giving head to the white boys I'd dated in the past, but with Derrick, it was completely different. His penis wasn't just larger than those of the guys I'd dated before, his was the first I'd ever really considered beautiful. Thick and lightly veined with a large, round head, I loved making it grow longer and harden as I took long, loving licks up and down the shaft with the tip of my tongue. I loved watching his reaction as I opened my mouth wide and lowered it onto him. He was never aggressive or abusive when it came to my performing oral sex for him, instead he would gently caress my hair and guide me down onto him. It he wanted it to be gentle and romantic, he would whisper "yeah, that's it, babygirl," or if he wanted it to have a harder edge he might say "suck me, bitch." I didn't mind the harder edge at all.



I was embarrassed to admit to myself that I loved making love to Derrick's cock, but it was true. I mean, I fell for him as a man first, his beautiful face, his tall, muscular physique and his cool "swagga" that let me know he was a man totally in control. Those were the aspects of him which first piqued my interest, but when I came to grips with the idea that despite resisting racial and sexual stereotypes and my worries that I was giving in to a man too quickly, when I realized that it was likely I would sleep with Derrick, I felt it as a wonderful surprise. I felt positively giddy when I understood that this gorgeous, sexy man was also an incredible lover who made me feel things I never thought possible.

I'd had girlfriends who, after many years of frustration, had simply concluded that the femail orgasm isn't part of intercourse. Instead, it was something that came later, as a result of your own effort. Derrick not only made me orgasm the first time I slept with him, he was the first lover I'd ever had multiples with and each time we saw each other after that, the memory of those sweetly intense feelings flooded my brain and I wanted him again. Derrick was the object of my desire and his cock was my obsession, my talisman, the totem I felt I must worship to bring about his pleasure and as a result, I felt my pleasure would follow in return.

I softly kissed and licked the head of his cock, then tilting my head to the side, I kissed and licked up and down the shaft. His cock felt warm against my lips and tongue and I could feel each bump and indentation. When he became fully hard, the head of his cock mushroomed out, spreading wide, full and glistening from my saliva. The head of his cock was so large that I could run my tongue along the ridge, making my mouth water and my pussy moisten.

I wanted to tell my girlfriend's about my man's incredibly beautiful body and gorgeous cock, but I was still too shy to share news of the new man in my life to my closest confidantes. I felt the urge to giggle and gossip and tell stories about how hot he was and the erotic thrill I got kissing up and down his body, but it was too soon, too complicated still. I wanted to make my friends jealous and shock them with my bragging about his amazing manhood, how his penis was such a thing of beauty and how it sent jolts of pleasure through me whenever he entered me, but I was too frightened. My girlfriends and I would talk about guys (like girls always do), but we rarely discussed sex. To admit to my white girlfriends that being fucked by Derrick was now the central passion of my life would make their jaws drop. In other parts of the country, having a black man as my lover wouldn't have raised an eyebrow, but to my little circle of small town, Southern gals, it was still something of a taboo. I worried that admitting I was lustfully chasing after this beautiful, black man might make them think differently about me. But I had no idea a man could make me this horny until I met Derrick.

The Fraternity

Derrick's fraternity was not exactly in a great neighborhood. Old frame houses that once framed a neat, tree-lined neighborhood showed peeling paint as they'd transitioned over the years into flop houses for college students. The older model cars parked in front showed signs of wear with rust spots and dents. The sleek, black Escalade my dad gave me as a high school graduation gift looked oddly out of place as I pulled in front of the fraternity house and parked. I could see a gathering of guys on the front porch, drinking what I could only assume was beer from paper-bag covered bottles.

I stepped out of the car and locked it behind me. As I rounded the car and started up the sidewaalk, I could see the frat boys staring at me, wondering what this little white girl was doing headed for their house on a Friday night. I could hear them murmuring as I approached but couldn't make out what was being said.

I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy their attention. I could feel their eyes on me and could sense the reaction as I drew closer.

"Damn, blondie!" one of them said.

"Mmmmm-mmmm-mmmmm, y'all can just move on, I can take it from here," another said to laughter from the gathering.

I stopped on the sidewalk in front of the porch, about ten feet from the group. "Um, hi, I'm looking for Derrick?" I asked, a bit too brightly I thought. There was a collective moan and someone went off to find him. Moments later, there was a bit more laughter and one of the guys complimented me on my dress. I said "thanks" and he asked if I would turn around so he could see it from the back. Smiling, I slowly pirrhouetted in from of them, eliciting a low hush of comments.

"Damn, lookit that! A white girl with a ghetto booty!" one said. "Now I seen EVERYTHING!"

"Um, is Derrick...uh, here?" I asked again.

They all looked at each other until one guy in the back said "yeah, baby, I'll take ya to him." I followed him up the steps, through a chorus of "damn!" and one of the front porchers mumbled "I could definitely hit 'dat..." I blushed as they watched me walk past.

Music blared through the house as the brothers all milled around, talking, drinking or just lounging, along with a handful of girls, all black. Mine was the only white face in the house as far as I could see and I felt strange. The guy I was following pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number.

"Yo, dawg," he said into the phone. "There's a really fine lookin' white girl here askin' for ya. Better get ya black ass down here fast 'cause I'm thinkin' she needin' a nigga like me to protect her from all the animals around here...."

He laughed and hung up the phone, then walked over to me. "He be down in a minute. Can I get 'ya somethin' to drink?"

"No, I'm good."

"What's ya name, girl?"

"Me? I'm Krista."

He stuck out his hand. "How you doin', Krista? I'm Jabari."

I took his hand and smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Jabari."

"You stayin' to party?"

"I don't know, that's kinda what I'm here to ask Derrick about.."

He smiled and caressed my hand. "You need to stick around, Krista," Jabari said. "This is the best party house on campus and we know how to treat a beautiful lady right." I smiled. You had to hand it to Jabari. Here I was dressed in one of my sexiest outfits, he knew I was there to see one of his fraternity brothers and he was still in there pitching. He knew there wasn't much chance he'd wind up with me tonight, but as long as there was ANY chance, he was going to give it his best shot.

"Hey, babygurl..." I heard a voice say and turned to see Derrick bounding down the stairs. His deep, baritone voice made me shiver. As he approached, he took me into his arms and I locked my arms around his neck. He kissed me so passionately that when he stopped I was left blushing and gasping for breath.

Derrick took my hand and led me through the crowd to a small kitchen at the back that served as a barroom. He poured me a drink from a large, plastic milk jug that was a deep red and very sweet. I could tell it had a strong kick to it, fueled by ample pours of grain alcohol.

He led me through the party, stopping occasionally to chat with clusters of his friends. I felt incredibly luck to be with such a beautiful, sexy man. Derrick was wearing a polo shirt that looks as if it were painted on his thick, muscled back, the sleeves straining to contain his bulging, muscular biceps. He wore baggy jeans, but there was no mistaking his gorgeous, round ass and I couldn't help sneaking a look at it as I trailed along behind him.

"What up, dawg," he'd say to his boyz. "I want you to meet Krista."

The mere mention of my name elicited smiles and displays of extreme politeness. Some of the guys would take my hand and kiss it and I began to feel very special in the midst of this gathering of beautiful men, a sort of fairy tale princess among the black knights of a very special round table.

We headed downstairs to a basement room where a DJ had set up and an impromptu dance floor had been constructed. After several dances and a few more drinks, I thought I saw Derrick give a nod of his head to the DJ and a slow, hip hop groove began pulsing through the speakers. The dance floor cleared except for a few couples and Derrick led me to the center of the room and wrapped his arms around me. I inhaled his cologne and let him pull me close. Many of the couples had wandered away and along the perimeter of the room, against a wall, I saw a few of the fraternity brothers watching Derrick and me dance. I felt completely safe in his strong arms as he leaned down to kiss me.


"Krista?"

"Yes, baby?"

"I want you to stay over tonight, okay?"

Stay over?" I asked. "You mean ...here?"

"Yeah."

I hesitated. "Derrick ...I don't know.."

"Why not?"

"Well....its one thing to have you spend the night at my apartment. It's pretty much private. Here...well, I don't think its gonna take long for your fraternity brothers to realize I was here all night."

"So what?" he said. "They won't say anything."

I smiled. "That's easy for you to say ...you don't have to deal with the consequences if my Dad finds out.."

Derrick laughed. "Don't you worry about 'ya white daddy, you just worry about 'ya black daddy, okay?" He kissed the top of my head and took my hand, leading me up the stairs to the main floor of the house. As we worked our way through the crowd, Derrick exchanged smiles with his fraternity brothers and several fist bumps. The guys would greet Derrick, then look at me and smile. They knew about Derrick and me already, I guessed. They knew the nature of our relationship and they knew what he had in mind for me as we approached the stairs leading hup to the second floor of the frat house, the floor where the brothers had their rooms. I blushed as a few of the boyz started to hoot and whistle and I could feel their eyes on my bottom as Derrick led me up the stairs.

"Yeah, its on!" one said, followed by laughter.

"Yo, Krista," another said. "You fixin' breakfast tomorrow mornin'?" More laughter.

"Damn, man, blondie ain't gon' be able to WALK, much less COOK!"

I looked over my shoulder. There must have been a dozen of the fraternity brothers at the bottom of the stairs watching Derrick lead me away. It seemed everyone was aware my night was just beginning.

We reached the landing at the top of the stairs and Derrick led me down a hallway to the door of his room, past brothers lingering in the hall with drinks and a handful of girls. There were snickers as we walked past and one of the brothers muttered "...won't see THAT l'il girl 'till mornin'..."

Derrick and I stepped inside his sparsely decorated room. There was a desk, a bookshelf, a bed and not much else. He powered up an iPod player on the shelf and a slow R&B groove filled the room. We looked at each other and smiled as I moved closer, gently rocking my hips back and forth.

"Mmmmmmm, babygurl," Derrick whispered. "Damn, y'all know how to get my blood pumpin'..."

"Oh, really?" I said.

"Yeah, girl," he said. "That body was made for fuckin'..."

I kissed him and whimpered slightly. "Ooooh, Derrick," I said. "God, baby, you REALLY know how to get me goin'. You always get the best outta me because of what you put inta me..."

Derrick slide his hands down to my ass and pressed me toward him. I could feel his cock growing in his jeans and I bit my lower lip as he rubbed it against my belly.

"You want some of this, babygurl?" he whispered.

I didn't speak, just nodded. Derrick reached behind me and slowly pulled down the zipper on the black mini I was wearing, then slid the skirt down over my hips. I wiggled them down to the floor, then kicked them away.

I smiled. "Why don't you close that door and let me show you how hot it makes me, being alone with you?" I said.

"Naw, babygurl," he said, smiling. "Door stays open." I looked at him quizzically.

"House rules," he said. "You gonna be my girl, you got to let the world know.." I looked over to see four brothers standing in the doorway, smiling as they watched Derrick and I. I blushed as he undressed me, reaching behind my neck to untie the halter, letting it drop to my waist as I felt the cool air of the room against my breasts.

Derrick gently took my shoulders and positioned me facing the door, then walked around behind me. He pulled the remainder of the halter top over my head, then hooked his fingers in my thong panties and pulled down. The guys in the doorway hooted and whistled as the neatly trimmed bush above my pussy came into view and my panties slid down over my hips to the floor. Instinctively, I crossed my arms over my chest to cover myself, but Derrick firmly pulled my arms up, looping them behind me around his neck. He slid his hands down to my tummy while he kissed my neck and ear.

"Look at 'em, Krista," he said. "They all wantin' ta do what I'm gonna do with you..."

Friday night

I was jittery all through my last class Friday afternoon. When the class ended around three, I fairly jumped from the seeat and bolted for the parking lot. I drove back to my apartment, windows open, allowing the warm spring breeze and the sunshine to flood my mind with happiness. I cranked the CD player at top volume when Rihanna's voice began to pump through the speakers.

Boy, let me, let me

Boy, let me, let me

Boy, let me, let me

Let me do those things for you...

I pulled into my parking spot and ran up the stairs to my apartment. Throwing my books on the floor, I made my way down the hall to my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Earlier in the week, I'd stopped by the university bookstore and bought one of those pre-season football guides littering the newsstand, one in which my university's team figured prominently. I peeled it open to page 58 where the sports writers profiled the team's defense and there, standing tall in a photo at the top of the page, staring ominously back at me was my baby, my man. Derrick stood in a cluster of football players, each wearing their football pants and cleats, but with their pads removed, their muscles glistening in half t-shirts cropped at the arms and just below the chest, leaving their rippling abs on display for girls like me to ogle. God, he was HOT! I felt consumed with desire for Derrick and tears welled up in my eyes when I thought about just how much I wanted him. I wanted to tell someone that I would be with him tonight, HIS girl, HIS date, but who could I tell? If I called one of my girlfriends and told her, it would take only seconds for the whispers and gossip to begin rippling through the sorority grapevine and within hours, my boyfriend back home would hear about it.

I stared at his picture and a shiver ran through me. I could almost feel those large, muscular arms enveloping me, holding me as he kissed my neck. My long, slender fingers caressing his bulging, tattooed biceps, the bulk of his chest pressing down on me, his hips pushing against me as my legs wrapped around him, his warm breath on my neck, always whispering, always talking to me, telling me what he wanted from me and how he wanted me to please him.

I threw the magazine across the room, got up and walked into the bathroom. Slowly I began removing my clothing to shower and get ready for my date.
Three hours later, my hair washed, blown and curled, my legs shaved and my toenails and fingernails painted, I leaned forward to apply the finishing touches to my make up. Not too much, with a touch of blush and eyeliner, as clean and natural as I could manage, then off to my closet to pick the right outfit for the evening.

I dropped my towel and began leafing through my lingerie drawer. I didn't have a lot of really expensive lingerie, but there were a few tried-and-true items I could use to impress Derrick. I pulled out a matching pale peach bra-and-panty set I felt would accent my blonde hair and still look sexy. The panty was a thong that rode high on my hips and gathering in a slight V shape just below my belly button, the bra had thin spaghetti straps over the shoulders and the front scooped low, barely covering my nipples and latching with a small snap between my breasts. I'd always been self-conscious about my smallish breasts and fantasized about making them larger someda, but Derrick never appeared put off by the prospect of being with a white girl who seemed to have more going on below the waist than above.

After choosing my underwear, I was conflicted about what to wear over my lingerie. I thought about some tight, sexy jeans and a tank top but discarded the idea as too casual. I finally settled on a stretchy, black mini and a gold lame halter top that tied around my neck and hung bare in the back. Wearing it would mean I'd have to go braless, but the two pieces looked so cute together I couldn't resist and I hoped Derrick wouldn't be able to either. As I shrugged out of my bra and slid the tank top over my head, I inhaled deeply. I was showing more skin than I was accustomed to and as I tied the waist of the halter behind my back, the fabric across my chest was thin enough to allow my rather pointy nipples to be easily seen. If I became aroused, there would be no hiding it. My headlights were on high beam.

After another hour of primping, I headed to the car for the drive to Derrick's fraternity house. In the parking lot of my apartment complex, I got a few approving stares from the college boys passing by and a few watched me blatantly as I slid into the driver's seat of my car, forcing my skirt to ride up and I blushed as I saw them looking at my upper thigh.