White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 16

"They look so nice! And I see now where you get your good looks from." I didn't comment, because it was kind of hard for me to look at that photo and not get sad. Because it had been taken just a month before they were killed in a car accident coming home late from some event. Drunk driver.

Handing it back to me she saw the sadness on my face, and after letting me put it safely back away Nia took me in her arms, saying, "I'm so sorry, Mark. I wish..."

"I know," I said holding her lightly, letting her hold me, comfort me for a minute or two.

I'd brought the bag of snacks up from the car, and the 12-pack of Sprites, so I offered her some. "I could go get some ice." She said no, this would be fine.

I turned on my stereo, the Stones' greatest hits Forty Licks CD1 still in it. That brightened the mood for me, and I figured we were safe now, that no one was going to come knocking. I skipped to track 2, Gimme Shelter, one of my favorite songs of all time, then pulled Nia to me, swaying with her to the music. She hadn't heard it before, so I was glad I got to share it with her. Especially the last stanza:

♪I tell you love, sister, It's just a kiss away♪

That line repeated six times by Mick and his black backup singer.

That faded into Satisfaction, not a slow-dancing song, so I began to kiss Nia. And she kissed me back, more tenderly than before in the theater or the car. I caressed her sides and back, and she mine, as we remained standing, just getting comfortable with each other.

"I'm so glad I met you, Nia. Just a month ago I wouldn't have been able to do this, or even talk to you. But I feel so comfortable with you, like we've known each other forever."

I kissed her again tenderly, then gave her a chance to say the similar things she wanted to say to me.

"And I'm so glad you didn't get jealous over Felicia, or 'the girls' and I—"

"I know, baby. But don't worry about any of that right now, don't even let yourself think about it. I know that this 'relationship' we have is unusual, but I'm okay with it, honestly."

We were still standing, facing each other, holding both hands between us, and I just nodded along as she spoke for both of us. "Let's don't worry about what the other one is doing or whatever; let's just enjoy each other while we're together, and not let anything external get between us." Here she took my face in her hands and kissed me oh-so-tenderly.

"I love you, Mark." I got choked up and wanted to say something back, but she broke the seriousness and relieved me of the responsibility of replying when she said, "Now are you going to seduce me into your bed or what?" Beaming at me, giving herself to me.

"Yes, that was the plan, my dear." I was still feeling a bit melancholy, but starting to feel better. Then remembering that she didn't have a bra on, I reached up with both hands to gently feel her breasts beneath her shirt, which was another first. And like Rita had said, I already knew what they looked like (and felt like, and tasted like), but the thin layer of fabric between them and my hands did add something to the allure, making the act more exciting. Nia melted into me with a gentle kiss, her arms atop my shoulders, leaving my hands room to work.

Becoming aroused by this, I soon found my hands reaching for her blue jeans button, popping it loose deftly, then tugging the zipper down, then scooching them off her hips, allowing her to shimmy them the rest of the way to the floor. She subtly slipped off her shoes and stepped out of the jeans while my hands found their way to her bottom, squeezing lightly at first, feeling the lacy pink panties I'd seen before.

Then as nature kicked in I squeezed there more firmly, pausing a bit while I unbuttoned her shirt's top 5 buttons, leaving the last one fastened. One hand back on her bottom, I let the other roam inside her shirt, feeling her petite breasts, their nipples hardened with desire. Nia seemed quite excited by all this, nibbling on my neck, her moans and sighs erotic music to my ears.

"Shall we retire to the bedchamber, my love?"

"I thought you'd never ask!" She headed for the ladder to my loft bed, me hot on her tail, you might say, because I was watching that pink-pantied posterior rock side to side as she started to climb. When she'd climbed about four rungs up, that booty was right at eye level, so I grabbed her by the hips, bidding her stop there.

"Nia, your derriere is so perfect, so luscious and juicy!" I punctuated the words with kisses on each cheek, causing her to gasp a little and wiggle it seductively for me. With hands and lips and tongue I 'worshipped' her bum. Same as I'd done with Capri, but this time I really meant it, wanted to, which made it so much more exciting.

"You really do like my bottom, don't you, baby!?" My answer was non-verbal, attacking it with increased fervor with hands and lips, making num num num sounds. She seemed to be loving this, encouraging me with oh baby's and that feels so good's.

Remembering Rita's thong, I wondered if that could be somewhat replicated here. So I pulled the lacy pink material up and into her butt crack, which revealed each sensual globe to me in its entirety and served to separate them a bit, more than the string of a thong would. Stepping back to admire my handiwork, I said, "Yummy!" and dove back in with hands, lips, and tongue. Nia's waist was level with the edge of the bed, so she bent her torso down to lie on the mattress, allowing me to continue the love-making to her butt.

I noticed her vulva encased in the tight lacy panties, and had an urge to see it again, smell it, taste it. So working the panties back out of her butt crack I started to pull them down her hips, causing her to gasp and encourage me with little girlish sounds. I watched closely as the material cleared her womanhood, the vulva springing forth from their confinement.

Overcome with the desire to just smell it again, I shoved my face in there and took a deep breath, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her. I didn't want to taste or kiss it just yet, this was enough for now. But I did want to run my tongue up her butt-crack as Capri had made me do, so grabbing both hips to steady her, I pressed my nose and tongue into that crevice, and gave her a deep hard lick from bottom to top. Nia gasped at the start of that, then held her breath until it was over, exhaling in a burst at the end.

"Baby!"

"Did you like that, love?" She did, she did! But it was time to move on, so I shooed her on up the ladder. Before climbing up myself, I took my shoes, socks and pants off, leaving me bottomless as Nia was, but my polo shirt still on. Bringing the TV and DVD remotes with me, I quickly scurried up to join her.

Nia was sitting to the left, near the head of the bed, legs folded under her sideways like girls do. I'd no sooner gotten up and sat down than she moved into me, kissing me passionately, even taking one of my hands and placing it on one of her breasts, under the shirt that was still on but mostly unbuttoned. With a searching hand she found one of my nipples through my shirt and played with it as we kissed. That had the aforementioned effect of going straight to the head of my penis, and he started to really get interested in the proceedings now.

Pulling my lips from her enough that I could speak, I asked Nia if she'd ever watched pornographic movies before (phrasing it that way vs. just saying "porn"). She said no, but...she might like to? While we talked, our hands stayed engaged on the other's nipples, keeping the arousal level up. I told her that Miss Pullam had lent me one of her DVDs and—

"Miss Pullam owns porn DVDs?! I never would've expected that; she seems so 'normal'."

"Well, I guess watching racy movies isn't that abnormal?" Trying to tease out her feelings around them. I'd never seen one before that night at Miss Pullam's, but I didn't see much wrong with them.

"No, I guess not. I'm just a little surprised that she has them. I mean, isn't that normally like a guy thing?" I allowed that it probably was (though of course I really had no way of knowing if it was mostly men or women buying them).

"It's not like, gross, is it?" I'd watched every scene on the DVD (some more than once!), and I knew that some were, shall we say, less than female-positive. But Scene 4 was good, more tender than most of the others, more balanced in the male/female power dynamic than some of the others. And the girl was built a lot like Nia, which had led to many fantasies about copulating with her.

"No, it's not gross I don't think, at least a lot of it isn't. Would you want to....?"

A twinkle in her eyes, Nia said she would, so I turned on the TV and hit Play. As the FBI Warning was being shown, I let Nia know that this particular DVD was a bit....specialized. She just looked at me, and I could see her mind working through the possibilities implied by that. And then the title screen came up: 18 & Interracial

I was watching Nia's face, worried about how she might react. Not a lot of outward signs of that yet, but as the title faded the DVD went into a montage of clips from each of the scenes: first all the pretty black girls fully clothed (and apparently 18), then the white guys all fully clothed, usually older, like in their 30s or even 40s maybe, all looking appreciatively at something, probably the black women just portrayed. Then a guy walking up to and embracing each girl, then tops coming off, bottoms coming off, cocks being withdrawn, then sucked, then girls being licked, then on to the main events. About 2 minutes, and I watched Nia's face closely, seeing the initial almost-disinterested curiosity fade to appreciation of the girls' and mens' bodies, then to intrigue, and finally to visible excitement and even lust. The montage ended and then the Chapter Selection scene was displayed.

"You got this from Miss Pullam!??" I nodded yes. "But why... She's into white men! That's why she let you seduce her!"

That hurt my feelings a bit, so I had to defend my honor. "I can be pretty persuasive, you know. Especially when I bat these baby blues at the ladies." Showing her what that looked like, because I hadn't had to bat them at her before.

Laughing, "Okay, Mr. Irresistible, you get most of the credit. But still, I never would've guessed any of this from Miss Pullam!"

"I think she's just lonely. Her husband left her five years ago, and so I guess she..."

"But this is so wild! I never even knew this interracial porn existed. I guess I just thought it was mostly white people, or maybe black people together. But I never thought of mixing and matching. You said "one of her DVDS", so she had others?" Yes. "And were they like this, white men with black women? Young black women?"

I told her that Miss Pullam had brought 4 from her bedroom, and they were all like this, white men with black women, though some of the women were older. I'd chosen this one because she, Nia, was 18...

"Ha! I told you you were a lecherous young man, Mr. Livingston! You just wanted to see more 18 year old black women naked!"

Moving toward her, saying, "That's not so terrible, is it?" I kissed her with tongue and began fondling her breasts again. Her body's response was that, no, it's not so bad after all...

After a couple minutes of that, I guess reassuring her with my desire for her, I asked if she wanted to watch one of the scenes.

Panting yes, she wanted me to play Scene 2, Brittany Gets Lost in Paris. "I've always wanted to go to Paris!" I told her that that one was okay, but a bit non-consensual, so I wanted her to watch a different one first. Scrolling down to Chapter 4, Arlisha and the Handyman, I clicked it to start it playing.

Trading places with Nia, I got behind her, my legs splayed out beside her. I adjusted the volume, then set the remote down and put both hands on her breasts, from behind. Arlisha (again, with a similar build to Nia, very petite) was going to the door to answer the bell. She was dressed in a red sleeveless t-shirt, nipples already at attention, and white booty shorts.

"Hi, I'm David" says the handyman, who's maybe 25, about 180, maybe 6', decent-enough looking. Then blatantly looking Arlisha up and down, "You need a ceiling fan hung up?" You can imagine their pleasantries, Arlisha clearly hot for this guy, wondering if he's 'hung,' and scheming how to get him in bed with her. I slowed down on Nia's nipples, just holding and squeezing her breasts lightly, because she was in rapt attention to the screen, her excitement level quickly rising.

David brought in a 3-step stepladder and toolbox, while Arlisha took him to the job location, which was conveniently in the spare bedroom. He set the ladder up, then climbed it to reach the light fixture he needed to take down to replace it with the fan. Taking 2 steps up, he found he couldn't really reach the light, so he needed to step up on the top step, "which we're not really supposed to do." A quick shot of the top tread showed that warning, but he did it anyway.

"Oh, I'm afraid you're going to fall! I don't want you to get in trouble or hurt, so let me steady you." So from behind she grab's David's thighs with both hands, his butt conveniently at head-height to her, short as she was. Eyeing his butt like, I'ma get me some of that, Arlisha asked, "Is this helping?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is. But...."

"But what," leering at his butt, eager to 'help', "should I change my grip or something?" Her expression saying, I could grip that butt!

"Yes, ma'am, it's helping, but I think I'm most at risk of falling forward..."

Arlisha, knowing what this means (and Nia's response as I subtly worked her breasts told me that she'd probably jumped to the same conclusion) quickly moves around to his front, keeping one hand on his leg, ostensibly to steady him. Now grabbing the fronts of his thighs she's conveniently face-to-crotch with the quite-evident bulge in his pants.

Arlisha looked at the camera then back at the bulge, in effect saying, Oh I'm definitely gonna get me some of that! Then she said to David, "I don't have a good grip here, and I'm afraid you might fall backwards. But I have an idea..." And she moved her hands to David's belt. Giving a little shake forward and back to show that she now had a better grip on him, she asked, "Is that better?"

"Much better!"

"Yeah?" Looking up at him with her innocent face and wide brown eyes.

"Oh yeah." And then because the 'script' writer had nowhere plausible to go next, Arlisha started undoing his belt and his pants, while David, seemingly unaware that this was going on, continued to 'work' on the light fixture, moving his screwdriver around it stupidly, not even really doing anything. Arlisha pulled his pants and underwear down to his knees in one quick motion, then when his big dick 'boinged' out impressively she looked at the camera and did that Home Alone look with palms on both sides of her face, mouthing to the audience, It's so BIG! Rolling her eyes like she's never seen one this big before, but boy is she going to have fun with it. Real Oscar material, this.

Nia was breathing a little faster, and I took this opportunity to reach her right hand behind her and latch it onto my own big hard dick. She never took her eyes off the screen.

Arlisha was jacking David off, looking at the camera and back at it as she did. "Are you doing okay up there? Anything else I can do to hold you steady?"

The camera panned up to David, still 'working' on the light (though he hadn't done anything yet) seemingly oblivious that this hot girl was working on his 'tool.' And not the screwdriver he was ineptly wielding.

Arlisha then, because it was porn I guess, pulled the spaghetti straps of her shirt off her shoulders, pushing the shirt down to below her B-cup breasts. Repeating on Nia, I pulled her shirt back and down off her shoulders, leaving her chest bare. She increased the stroking on my dick, so I sped up my work on her nipples.

Then you know what's next: Arlisha looked sultrily at the camera and then engulfed David's penis in her mouth. A quick shot up to him showed that he was still oblivious that a hot girl was polishing his knob. He just kept fumbling around with that stupid screwdriver.

But Nia did what I'd hoped she would and laid beside me, taking me in her mouth while she continued watching, engrossed in the unfolding scene. Which got stupider of course, because it's porn, but pretty soon we were rewarded with a shot of David putting the final twist on a newly-installed ceiling fan and saying, "Well that's it, not so bad."

Coming down off the ladder he was like, How did my pants fall down to my knees? And why is my dick hard? And wet? Ostensibly embarrassed, he started to pull them back up when he 'noticed' Arlisha lying back on the bed, her shirt still down, but now her shorts gone, and lacy black panties visible. With two pillows behind her back and shoulders.

"Oh thank you, David! I never could've done that on my own. Is there any way I can repay you for coming over here on such short notice." Fingering a nipple and lightly rubbing her crotch while saying all that.

Obligatory closeup of David's face, his eyes bugging out, somehow not noticing her there until just now. Nia had stopped sucking me but was still lightly stroking it, and I'd gone back to work on the one nipple I could reach.

"Uh, no ma'am! That's quite alright. You paid through the website (Rock Hard Handymen, I supposed it was called), and we're not allowed to accept tips."

"Oh but baby, I don't want to give you money, I want to give you me..." Here she pulled the black panties aside, showing David and us what her 18yo pussy looked like.

"A lot of guys say I taste really good. Wouldn't you just like to have a quick taste before you go?" I think Nia actually nodded yes at that, and rubbed the head of my dick on her lips for a few seconds.

David, looking at his watch, "Well, I don't really have to be at my next appointment for 45 more minutes, so...." And he crawled onto the bed with Arlisha, right up between her legs, taking a deep sniff of her and making a satisfied sound. She was still holding the panties aside, so he wasted no time diving in, his tongue making a bee line for her clit.

Nia quickly sat up, put her back against the wall, indicating that I should move so she could stretch her legs out sideways across the bed. Seeing where this was going, I put my two pillows under her butt. She was crossways of the bed, looking left at the TV, her eyes still glued to the action, now wanting me to mimic it on her. She had arranged her legs as before, feet beside her bottom, knees folded out. A perfect altar for me to worship at. So I got in position, propped up on my left elbow, my body bent in an L shape down the bed. Not a word was said during all this, Nia focused on the scene, the sounds, the moans of the girl.

Looking up at her face from there, I found it bursting with lust, the scene on the TV reflected in her eyes. I planted a hard wet kiss directly on her clit, which made her buck and moan gutturally. She grabbed my head and just held it there for a minute, not moving me or her, while I gently suctioned her clit in and out of my mouth. Then she released my head, her hands going to her breasts, softly playing with them, as 18yo Arlisha was doing to herself. David had moved on to long licking strokes up her pussy. I was about to do the same, when something occurred to me.

Finding the remote I said, "Nia?" No response. Then hitting Pause just before saying it again, "Nia?" This time she looked at me, almost bewildered, like where had I come from? "Are you enjoying the movie, baby?"