White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 02

Next Friday finally came, and at about 8PM I was dispatched with an Italian sausage and mushroom pie to the girls' place. I made the trip in record time, hoping to see Candace again, and emboldened by a full week of thinking and fantasizing about her, and trying to get up the nerve to ask her what last week's little show was all about.

I'd seen Candace and Keisha about the same amount, sometimes one would answer the door, sometimes the other, and sometimes both. But Candace was my favorite, not because of her body so much, but because of her face. The movie Roll Bounce had just come out, which was when I first discovered Meagan Good, and Candace reminded me a lot of her in the face, just that soft, girlish, wholesome girl-next-door look. Whereas Keisha was darker and her face a bit "harder" if you will. Like a Regina King, maybe. Not ugly at all, and not plain, just a little "edgier" than a Meagan Good. And based on the way they each spoke, I got the impression that Candace might've grown up in the suburbs, or even a small town like Ann Arbor, and gone to mostly white schools and had to fit into that kind of society. Whereas maybe Keisha seemed to be just a little more "urban" in her speech.

But they were both equally pleasant with me, and I would've gladly had either one as a girlfriend. Or just to go on a date, who am I kidding with this 'girlfriend' stuff? I get to their house, and just as I'm about to knock on the door, it opens and Candace comes bounding out, bundled up against the cold in a long coat. "Oh hi, Mark! I have to pick up my friend who's car broke down, sorry I can't chat. Byeeee!" I watch as she skips down the steps, but can't see any definition of that butt through the bulky coat. Sigh.

As I turn back to the door, there's Keisha in a long fluffy bathrobe, kind of chuckling: "Trying to get a peek at that booty, weren't you?" Keisha always seemed to be forward like that, much more so than Candace. As I reddened and tried to stammer out a denial she said, "It's alright, everybody does it, even the girls. We're all jealous of 'dat ass'." I just kind of laughed along with her and nodded. "Come in out of the cold and let's get you paid." "Candace was in such a hurry that she didn't set the money out this time, so hold on while I get my purse. And close the door, would you? It's really cold out tonight, isn't it?" With that she walked out of the living room and turned right down the hall that I guessed led to their bedrooms.

I'd seen Keisha in regular clothes before, as much as I'd seen Candace, and it was clear that she didn't have Candace's bum, but it was also clear that she was carrying a lot more up top. I never saw her in anything that revealed cleavage or that was even very tight, but you could tell there was a lot of mass to her chest. Now seeing her in her bathrobe, while it was modest, not too tight, and fully closed up to her neck, it did hug her curves more than other clothes I'd seen her in. And there were definitely curves in the chest area. As she walked away I studied her from behind; well specifically, I tried to study her behind. But there really wasn't much discernible. Maybe a bit of protrusion to the back, but she definitely didn't have the hips or booty that Candace has. Not that I minded, I was a breast man before Candace (and the Detroit ladies in general) converted me to a butt man, so either/or was good. Keisha was barefoot, and seeing the pink soles of her feet as she walked away was a turn-on, prompting a flashback to my fantasy about cumming on Candace's feet. (Am I a foot fetishist now? I don't think so, I think I just like all aspects of a pretty girl. A pretty black girl, to be specific.)

I had turned to face the front door, so as to not be seen snooping I guess, and was shaken out of my reverie by Keisha saying, "Here you go, sweetie." I turned and first saw her outstretched hand with some bills and a coupon in it, but then involuntarily followed the hand to the wrist, to the forearm, to the upper arm, to the silky smooth skin of her shoulder, all now bare because Keisha had taken her robe off. Past the shoulder I saw the neck, the collarbones, the flat wall of her upper chest, and then, ensconced in a black lacy bra stretched to bursting, the most magnificent breasts I'd ever seen in person (in hindsight, at least D cups). They were heaving slightly because even though she was being quite brazen, Keisha seemed to be almost as nervous as I was.

I didn't know what to do, but I couldn't look away, so I continued to gaze at her, studying every inch of her. Down over the mountain of her breasts to the toned stomach beneath, the top band of black panties that matched the bra, then down, and down, and down over long, slim legs that just seemed to keep going. Wow, her body was incredibly beautiful. Almost a dancer's build, a little thicker, but the same long, supple arms and legs. She was a bit shorter than Candace, so maybe 5' 9", and I'm guessing 120#, but she's the type of girl who's "all legs". Standing next to Candace, while she's shorter, her waist would be higher than Candace's because her legs were so incredibly long, and thus her torso commensurately shorter. Now stack those massive breasts on that thin frame and you've got what guys vulgarly call "tits on a stick."

"Mark, Mark? Do you want the money or not?" Giggling. "And here, let me take that pizza from you." We swap, and she takes the pizza over to the kitchen table, giving me a nice view of her butt. Not big, but quite shapely, and apparently quite firm, because it didn't jiggle much as she walked. If you've ever watched college girls' volleyball on TV, which are mostly white girls, it was a butt like that.

I'm still in a daze when Keisha comes back, saying, "I'm sorry, Mark, I don't know what I was thinking, exposing myself to you like this. I was going to say something lame about getting too hot in that fluffy robe, but it's just - well, Candace told me about the little show she put on for you last week and how she could 'see' it excited you, and I - I guess I felt a little jealous and wanted to show off my best asset to you. I mean, she's all ass, and I'm all tits, and maybe you prefer one over the other, but do you like what you see?"

I felt a little more emboldened than I usually would've been, both because of Candace's flirtation last Friday, plus all my fantasies of her, and meaning to ask her what that was about, and now Keisha doing the same thing. Plus her mentioning that Candace had 'noticed' my arousal, I said, indicating down at my crotch, "What do you think, girl?" I was wearing boxers today (not my normal tighty-whities), so my dick, with less to constrain it, was making quite a tent in my khakis. Not poking straight out, but up and out, and I was kind of proud to see the length and girth of it making itself known through my pants.

Keisha nodded and laughed, "Well if that's due to me, then I guess you DO like what you see!" We both laughed, and with money in hand I turned to go, thinking that like last week with Candace, this was the end of it, that these girls just got off on teasing the pizza delivery guy. I'd heard stories from some of the guys in the shop about things like this, girls who were exhibitionists. It was okay with me, I'd take what I could get and not do anything stupid. But as I was reaching for the doorknog I heard a tentative, "Mark...?" Turning back, I saw Keisha pulling the straps of her bra down over her shoulders, then kind of pushing the bra down, allowing more room for her breasts to hang down, and more skin to be exposed. "Do you really like my breasts? They're not too big, are they?" She'd stopped lowering the bra, and while it wasn't low enough to expose her areolae or nipples, the view was magnificent nonetheless, so soft and full and pillowy. She gave them a little shake, and when she stopped it took a couple seconds for them to stop jiggling. Mesmerizing.

"Keisha, they're the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen, and thank you for showing me. You're a truly beautiful woman." With a look and tone of relief and validation, Keisha said, "Thank you, Mark. I didn't know if you'd find me attractive or not, you being white and me being black, and darker than Candace, and...." "Keisha, I don't care what color your skin is or how your hair is [Candace keeps hers straightened, shoulder-length, while Keisha wears hers natural], you are a truly beautiful woman, and not just because of those incredible breasts. I hope you know that, and I feel blessed to have seen each of you in all your glory, thank you for that, honestly. Now I'd better get going, and I'll see you guys next Friday, right?"

"Mark? There's one more thing... When Candace 'saw' you last week, she was surprised by the size of your, you know, your 'thing,' and now that I've seen it too, through your pants, would you mind, um, well, would you let me actually see it?" While I'm deciding how to respond (it's 'YES' of course, but how to say that...), she adds quickly, "You know I have a boyfriend, and I don't want to, you know, 'do' anything with you, but if I could just look at it maybe? Just for a minute? And I'll show you all of my breasts too, like a trade. What do you think?"

I think that's great, and I'm about to cream in my pants just thinking about it, but I'm also on the clock, and I don't want to hurt Candace's feelings if she were to come home and 'catch' us doing something. (Doing what, just looking at each other? Is that 'doing' something? It's all so confusing, but I feel like I'm in love with Candace and I don't want to 'cheat' on her like this, especially with her roommate and I suppose best friend.) "Keisha, I'd love that, but I'm still on the clock, and I've been here too long as it is." "I understand, maybe some other time ... you think?" Dejected, like a little girl who didn't get the birthday present she wanted. That look melted my heart (and made my cock twitch at the same time). "You know what, I can call in and say I have a flat! Heck, that actually happened a couple weeks ago, and they know I ride around on bald tires because I can't afford new ones." Keisha's face lit up as I pulled out my Nokia phone (remember those?) and made the call.

"That should buy me 20 more minutes, but do you think Candace will be back by then? I don't..." "No, her friend was stranded way on the other side of town, and then she was going to take her home north of town, so...no." "Okay then, how do you want to do this?" "Ooh, come over here, let me sit on the sofa so you can look down at my breasts, then pull your pants and underwear down right in front of me!" "Okay...." Keisha settled onto the couch, leaning forward, arms folded under her chest, and those massive breasts just absolutely filled the space between her chest and lap. The bra is still on, but she's worked it lower and now I can see the tops of what look to be at least 2" areolae peeking out the top. And below that, possibly pinky-sized nipples straining against the lace. Just a beautiful view from where I'm standing right in front of her, the toes of my shoes almost touching the toes of her bare feet.

"Here goes, promise not to laugh if it doesn't meet your expectations." And with that I quickly undid the belt, button, and zipper, and in one motion pushed my boxers and khakis down to my knees. Almost bumping the top of Keisha's head in the process, we were that close. Keisha gasps and says, "Holy fuck! I mean, Oh my God! It's beautiful, Mark! I never knew white boys could be packing meat like that!" "Oh I'm sure your boyfriend's is bigger; don't all black guys have really big dicks?" "Some do, but most aren't THAT big. I mean Marcus's might be that long, but it's not nearly as thick." I'm loving the sound of all this, her talking so appreciatively about my penis. "Have you ever tried to fu--, have sex with a girl with that thing??"

"No, I'm still a virgin. Do you think it's TOO big? Will any girl want to...?" "No, not TOO big, but you'll want to be careful with that thing! A girl would have to really be ready for it, and you'd have to go slow, and ... wow, I really can't imagine, I've never had one that's so thick, man!" "Hey, do you want to see it twitch?" "Yeah!" So I twitch it, get it going in a rhythm so it's bouncing from straight out to almost vertical, while Keisha's face is just inches from it, transfixed. When it's pointing straight out it's only a couple inches from her luscious black-girl lips, and I so wish she'd grab it and put it in her mouth. But she seems to break out of her daze, lays back on the couch, and says, "Well, I promised I'd show myself to you, so here you go..." With that she pulled the bra out from under her breasts and flung it aside, causing quite a commotion on her chest as those giant mammaries were released. Remember Pam Grier from the blaxploitation films of the 70's? Breasts just like that; that big, and that shape. Jesus Christ, how does a girl that skinny get blessed with breasts that big? And carry them around, even? Keisha has folded her arms under them, reaching up with her fingers to play with the nipples, making them grow. "So....., do you like them?" "LIKE them?? I LOVE them!! Holy crap, I never suspected those were hiding under your clothes! Wow, just wow!"

Keisha is beaming, still playing with her nipples, and bumping her breasts up and down with her arms. "Yeah, I like them too. And I really love when boys play with them, IF they're gentle and know what they're doing. Marcus isn't always gentle..." I catch that, but don't want to comment on it....yet. "Say Keisha, I know this is a lot to ask, but...., well, first Candace teased me last week with 'dat ass', and now you today with your magnificent breasts that I can't touch, and well, I was thinking, could I... you know, would you mind if... Well, you girls make it hard for a guy, and I was just wondering if you would mind if I, if I ... played with myself while you watched?"

Seeing a pensive look on her face, and no immediate response, I go into full-shame mode: "Never mind, I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking, I'll just ---" "Yes, Mark, I'd actually LOVE that! But only if I can, um, rub myself at the same time? We could just watch each other masturbate, and that -- that wouldn't be cheating, would it?" "I don't think so, no. But then I've never had a girlfriend, so..." "A cute guy like you has never had a girlfriend?! I don't believe that! And with that, that 'tool' you have, any girl would be lucky to have you as a boyfriend." Meanwhile, she's taking off her panties, laying back further on the couch, and starting to massage her clit with one hand and a nipple with the other. I take that as my cue to start slowly stroking myself while standing in front of this splayed-out, thin ebony girl with ginormous tits.

"You know what, I'll tell Candace that I saw it and how incredible it is. She and I used to be in a sorority, but there was too much drama so that's why we stay here now. But Candace is still close with some of them, and if she spreads the word there..... Well, I don't want to sound too coarse, but you'll have all the black pussy you can handle! Maybe more than you can handle! Would you like that? Do you like black girls? I mean, would you date us or whatever?"

"Ohmigosh Keisha, I'd date ANY girl, especially one as pretty as you or Candace! But do you really think they'd...." "Oh I think they would. In fact, I know they would. The sorority sisters were always talking about how white guys might be in bed, but nobody had much experience, it was mostly hearsay. So....yeah, I'm quite sure they'd be interested."

"Wow, that would be so awesome, thank you, Keisha!" Now pumping harder as Keisha is rubbing faster, her breath coming in short gasps, I look around for some Kleenex. Not seeing any, I ask Keisha if she has some paper towels or something for when I ... you know. Her face contorted with lust, and her hand a blur between her long supple legs, Keisha pants, "Don't be silly, baby, I want to watch you come, I want to see it shoot out, just shoot it on me and I'll clean up later." Hearing that, I pump faster, and she rubs faster and pinches her nipples harder as we both race to our orgasms, my eyes going back and forth between her wet pussy and those jiggling, heaving breasts, her eyes locked on my dick, as if nothing else in the world mattered at that moment.

With a guttural "Arghhhhhhh!" I stop pumping my dick, scooch forward a step to straddle her knees, and point my cannon right between her breasts. This is the part of orgasms I love best: you've gone over that cliff and you know it's coming, but you try to hold back to prolong that feeling. I've aimed right between her tits, right in the cleavage, higher than nipple level, but the first squirt was so powerful that it overshot her breasts, landing on her upper chest and splashing up onto her neck. That must've been what she needed to put her over the edge, because she let out a scream, like an actual scream, stopped frigging herself, rose halfway up, back arched, and just locked in that position, holding her breath, trapped in that first rush of orgasm. That short time where you think, "I don't even care if I die right now, I just don't want this feeling to end."

And that was good, because it brought her tits up closer to my dick, so the next two blasts I was able to put one high up on each breast, then as she released from her paralysis and flopped back down, now rubbing her slit again, I was able to score direct hits on each of her nipples. What a beautiful site that was, two big ropes of my milky-white cum on each of her huge dark chocolate tits, plus the one above and up her neck. I started backing away from her, to get out from over her legs and knees, but the after-spurts were still coming, so as I moved back I shot/dripped three or four blobs down her beautiful smooth stomach, now covered with sweat from all her exertion.

Before my dick could drip on their carpet, I pulled my boxers up, then my pants, and beginning to feel the enormity and .... shame?... of what we'd just done, I buckled my pants, tucking my company polo back in, and thinking I needed to get out of there before she got mad at me or something "I'm sorry, Keisha, I don't know what....I mean, I didn't know there'd be so much....I'd better get going..." "Don't be silly, sweetie! That was THE best orgasm I've had in a long, LONG time. Wow, that was intense! You liked it, didn't you?" "Of course, yes, I mean, you're just so beautiful, and for you to even just let me see you naked, but then you wanted to, you wanted to watch while I did that, and then I didn't have to come in a sock like I usually do, but got to, you know, you let me shoot it on you, and you seemed to enjoy that. Well, wow, yes, that was AMAZING, thank you so much, Keisha!"

"Oh baby, you're so sweet. You're really a nice guy, aren't you? You just need more experience with girls, that's all. And we're going to work on that." As she's saying this she's reached around the corner of the wall into the hallway, where she must've shed her robe before, puts it on, cinches up the belt, and says, "Come here, you deserve a hug." She pulls me in for a hug, squeezing me harder than I thought a girl could squeeze, whispering in my ear, "Thank you for that incredible experience, I probably enjoyed it more than you did. Thank you so much." I can feel her massive breasts smashed between us, and the big guy is starting to think it's time to play again, so I reluctantly pull away muttering how the pleasure was all mine, etc.

As I'm almost out the door, about to close it behind me, Keisha shouts, "Don't forget to dirty up your hands?" "Huh, do what?" "You had a flat, silly! You can't go back to Domino's now with clean hands. See you next Friday, Mark!" Wow, what an experience that was. I can't wait to have more fun "with Keisha" in the shower later this week.