White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 21

If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep as realistic as possible, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy. But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.

Thursday, 10/20

What time are your classes today?

9:00, 10:00, then 1:00. Why?

Can I buy you lunch at the Student Union?

Sure! About 11:15?

Perfect, can't wait to see you!

;-)

So we met at 11:15 in the Student Union's café. The brisk air that morning had turned Nia's cheeks an attractive rosy red, and her long curly hair spilling out from under the red knit hat was more unruly than usual. If I haven't mentioned it before, Nia is pretty light-skinned, and her hair is more brown than black, especially when the sunlight is behind it.

She walked right up to me, grabbed me bodily, and kissed me on the lips in front of God and everybody.

"Nia!", I said in embarrassment.

"What?" Asked simply, but she knew my thoughts on public displays of "too much" affection. "You're not ashamed of being with me, are you?" Said playfully, mischievously, because she knew I wasn't.

"No, I...well you know how I am about some things. Sorry?" She accepted my apology by grabbing and kissing me again, this time adding some tongue. What was I gonna do? I was in love with her, and I was so proud of her.

Then we went to order, the young black girl behind the counter smiling at us a certain way I'd come to recognize from black women when they saw us together. I got a Reuben and fries, and Nia got some kind of chicken wrap thing. I led us back to the table I'd waited for Rita at on that momentous Sunday some weeks ago.

"This is where it all started, you and me." A quizzical look from Nia. "Rita and I met here three Sundays ago, at this very table. And that led directly to me meeting you. So this is kind of a special spot for me."

"Awww, you're so sweet! She grilled you pretty hard, didn't she? I've heard how she is with young male suitors... And I had an interview myself, though I kind of knew Rita already, so it probably wasn't as stressful as yours."

"Yeah, it was stressful, but I really wanted to see where it would lead, so I was just honest with her and....here we are!"

"Indeed, here we are...", as she grabbed a free hand and gave it a squeeze. "I probably shouldn't tell you this, but you were 'in' already. Candace had told her all about you and what a nice guy you were...."

"I knew it! The whole interview was a ruse!" I wasn't too angry, but I felt vindicated because I'd thought that was the case.

"Don't be mad, that's just how Rita is; she's very protective of us girls. And the young men like you, too."

I told her about getting busted the other night when Gabby snuck me out, but how she'd looked proud or bemused or something.

"Yeah, she talked to me about that. She wasn't mad at us either, but reminded us that we should never have unauthorized overnight guests. That 2AM is kind of the curfew for all non-residents to be out."

"Cool, I'm glad you weren't in trouble. Listen, was Gabby....okay with what happened that night?" I thought I'd been respectful and not pushed her boundaries, but I'd been feeling kind of guilty about the whole thing. Part of it was over being with another girl right there in front of Nia, but Nia had instigated the whole thing, so I guess I needn't have worried about that part.

"Oh she loved it! She said you touched her just right and that your getting into the roleplay and talking to her like you did really turned her on. In fact, she told me that I'd, quote, better recognize what an interesting young man you've found in him, end quote." I got all bashful, then she added, "And that I, quote, might want to step up my game if I wanted to hang onto him, end quote." Nia was giggling as she said all this, knowing what an ego boost it would be for me.

"She did not say those things about me! And your 'game' is 'on point,' no need for improvement there at all." Nia insisted that Gabby had said those things about me, then thanked me for the compliment with lips and tongue.

When she let my lips go I said, "Boy, Kyla and Trey really hit it off the other night, didn't they?"

"They did! She was stuck to him like white on rice. No offense!" I think she'd only used that euphemism to sneak race into it, but of course I didn't take offense. We'd begun working little things like that into our conversations.

"Do you like Kyla?"

A bit of an odd look at me, then, "Yes, well enough. She's quiet and we haven't talked much. A Junior majoring in Literature, I think."

"Are you doing anything Saturday night?"

"Why? Is Zack going home for the weekend again??!" (A callback to our first real date, which turned into a sleepover at my place.)

"No!," I said laughingly. "Besides: 1) I gave that DVD back to Miss Pullam, and 2) I don't think I could survive another night like that with you!" She giggled and hugged up on me, whispering naughty highlights of that night into my ear.

"So no, not that, but Trey told me that Kyla invited him to a party at Alpha Phi Alpha Saturday; that's your brother fraternity isn't? The same guys who were at ZP Saturday night?" She said it was. "Well, you know how I invited Trey to your party for like, moral support or whatever? He's wondering if you and I could go with them so he would know some people there. So....?"

Nia said she'd love to, and then said some things about how Trey was really different than he acted at Domino's.

"I know, it's like he's a totally different guy. I'm sad for him that he feels he has to act that way. But anyway, he talked to some of the frat guys Saturday night at your party and they told him that when he re-enrolls he should join their fraternity. He seems pretty excited about it, and I think that may be part of why Kyla suggested it, so they could get to know him better."

"That's great, it sounds like fun. Like a double date."

A silence while we each finished off our food. "Hey Nia, do you think I'll be out of place there as the only white guy?"

Her initial reaction had been to laugh and say, "No, silly!", but then I think she caught the worry on my face and really thought about it. "Oh, I can see why you might feel uncomfortable, going in there not knowing any of those guys, and being white, and being with a black girl..."

I told her she was spot on: that it wasn't so much that I was worried about being the only white guy there (even white person, maybe?), because I'd pretty much been that at her sorority's party. But being with a black girl might bring a different dimension with it. Like maybe they'd feel like I'd "taken" one of their women or something. Because I knew that white people sometimes felt a certain way when they saw a black man with a white woman.

"You're right, I've seen some of that from my side too: 'Why couldn't he have just found a nice black girl instead of going white,' that kind of thing. I do think it's a little more accepted 'our way,' though. At least by black people."

"It's a shame it has to be that way, don't you think? I mean, you and I didn't go looking for someone of the other race, that's just how it turned out. And when I'm with you I don't think of you as a black girl, just an exceptional girl I'm so proud of and proud to be with."

Nia hugged up on me again and kissed me, and I kissed her back passionately, to show her I'd meant what I'd said.

"I think it'll be fine, baby. But if you feel uncomfortable or anything we'll leave."

I said that sounded fine, then we talked about how it was funny that we'd never seen each other on campus, and that this was nice, meeting mid-week like this just to talk. We figured out that Tuesdays and Thursdays our schedules allowed us this window of time to have lunch together, so we promised each other we'd do that at least once a week.

"Can you walk me to my 1:00?" I said I'd be happy to, so we slung our backpacks on and walked hand-in-hand to her class. Again, I felt so proud just being with her. And I got a bit of a thrill knowing that none of the people we passed would ever expect this young, fresh-faced girl to be as wild as she was: dancing, in bed, and especially role-playing.

Friday, 10/21

"Trey, I talked to Nia and we'll go to the party with you and Kyla tomorrow night."

"Great, man! I'll feel a lot better knowing you and Nia will be there. You going to be able to get off early?"

"Yeah, probably. I'll talk to some of the guys, maybe have to pay somebody, but I'll work it out."

"Cool, man. Thanks again."

"Hey, Trey? At the sorority party I didn't feel funny or anything about being with Nia, because I guess black girls accept that kind of thing, interracial couples where the guy is white. But at this frat party, where the guys are black, do you think they'll--I don't know--give us any kind of trouble or anything?"

Trey pondered that for a few moments. "I know what you're saying, Mark, and truthfully: I don't know." I noted that he'd called me Mark and not dawg or playa or something like he usually did. He was being serious.

"Black dudes don't care if a white girl is with a black guy, but I know why you're askin', because they do seem to care when a white dude is with a sista-girl. It's weird, right?"

"Yeah, but it's the same I think when white guys see a black guy with one of 'their' girls. I wish we could all get past that, man."

"I agree. It's a shame, really: why can't people just like who they like without a bunch of drama?"

"That's what I'm sayin'. But listen, could you just kind of keep your eyes and ears open and let me know if...you know. And you got my back, right? Not so much for me, but I don't want Nia to be part of any....ugliness."

Trey looked at me dead-serious, as serious as I'd ever seen him, and said, "I got you, Mark. You're my brother, I mean that."

"Thanks, Trey. I feel the same about you." We did the cool black-guy handshake/hug thing, and then I made a joke about my last customer complaining that her pie (one that Trey had cooked) was almost burnt, because we'd gotten too close to 'feelings.'

"Man, I'ma burn you if you don't get up outta here!" He raised his pizza peel up at me, but it was all in good fun, and I thought I could tell he was grateful I'd broken the seriousness tension.

The girls' Italian sausage and mushroom was up so I took it. It was about 8PM, so no extracurricular activities tonight.

Marcus was there and we said hey after Candace invited me in. No Derek, so she and he were probably still on the outs.

"Hey guys, Nia and I are going to the Alpha Phi party tomorrow night, you guys should come!" Including Marcus in the invite. The girls looked at each other questioningly, like, Should we? Could we?

Then thinking I needed to explain to Marcus why I seemed so close to the girls, I said, "Candace arranged for me to meet a great girl from Zeta Phi and we've really hit it off, so I thought she and maybe Keisha would like to come to the party with us and meet her. Oh, Kyla is going too, if you guys know her. With my friend Trey from Domino's." Their expressions said they did, and that they probably liked her.

"You go ahead and go, baby. We've got that out-of-town game tomorrow, so no sense you sitting home alone." Keisha's face lit up and she seemed to be about to thank Marcus when he said, "Mark, keep an eye on my girl, wouldja? When those frat boys get a load of this..." Keisha beamed and snuggled back into his arms.

"I will. They'll be with Nia and me and Trey and Kyla. Hey, I gotta run, but the party's at 10 I guess. See ya there!" The girls nodded and Candace let me out, smiling at me some kind of way.

I went back to the shop and got one of the guys to agree to take over for me tomorrow night at 9. I offered Trey to ride with me and we could pick up both girls together, but, "Naw, dog, I might need my own wheels in case we need to bounce early."

"Alright, playa, have it your way. See you there."

Back in my dorm room I called Nia and we arranged for me to pick her up about 10:30. The frat house wasn't too awful far from ZP, but it had been cold lately, so driving would be better.

"And hey, I'ma need some new clothes I think. The clothes I wore to the ZP party are the only 'cool' clothes I have, and I don't want Kyla or anybody recognizing them."

"Mark, you worry too much! But we could go to Ross, they have cool stuff for cheap. And this French lady I met the other day told me they have really nice dressing rooms..."

"Oh this French lady did, did she? Yeah, I think I ran into her there once, and barely survived the ordeal! I don't think I can risk going to that particular Ross again." Nia busted out laughing and said okay, we didn't have to go there then.

"Hey, have you ever shopped at Goodwill? The people at the Boy's Home would take us sometimes and I always found good stuff. I haven't looked for them here in Detroit, but there must be some, huh?"

"Oh yeah, my mom used to take me and my sister and brother sometimes, I like them too."

"Cool. Are you busy tomorrow?" She wasn't. "What say I pick you up about 10 and we'll hunt up a Goodwill then?"

"Sounds great, see you at 10!"

Saturday, 10/22

"Can you come in for a few minutes? Rita wants to talk to you about something."

"Sure." While I wondered what this could be, Nia led me into the kitchen and offered me a hot chocolate, which I gladly accepted, it being in the low 40s and windy outside. I soon heard the click-clack of high heels on the tile floor and turned to see Rita walking in, as voluptuous as ever. This time in long black pants that accentuated her hips, and a tucked-in white button-up shirt that was doing all it could to contain her chest.

"Mark, so nice to see you again!" And she gave me a big hug, pulling me decisively into said chest. "I'm so glad to see you and Nia hitting it off so well. She talks about you all the time."

"Not all the time..." Nia meekly responded. I looked at her with such love, my heart again full of her, and found her looking back at me the same way, smiling shyly.

"Mark, Nia told me you asked Candace and Keisha to go with you guys to the party tonight. Do you know if they plan to go?" I said I didn't, but that I'd text Candace and find out. Nia passed around three hot chocolates (Swiss Miss with the little dehydrated marshmallows, my favorite) and we chatted about things in general.

Soon my phone buzzed and it was Candace saying they were planning to go to the party, and could I pick them up because their car was acting up. "Sure, I texted back. About 10?"

"Perfect," Rita said, "because I wanted to ask if you could bring them here and kind of act as an intermediary. I think you know they both used to live here, but there was some...friction, and things are kind of awkward between some of us now. So I thought that if the 3 of you came in to pick up Nia tonight then I might have a quick word with Candace. Would that be okay with you?"

"Yeah sure, glad to help." Rita gave me another chest-crushing hug and then was gone, taking her hot chocolate with her. I raised an eyebrow at Nia, who answered me with a puzzled look: she didn't know what was going on either.

"Rita told me we might have good luck up toward Birmingham. She said a lot of rich people live up there, and they donate nice clothes."

"Sounds good, ready to roll?" She was, and we did. As I drove north up Woodward Ave I noticed it getting nicer and nicer. And whiter and whiter. And suddenly I was worried about Nia. It was 2005 and not the 1950s, but still.

"This Birmingham place, have you been?" She hadn't. "Do you know what kind of people live there?" Rich white people, she'd heard. Looking it up now, nearly 20 years later, the 2000 Census showed 175 Black people out of 19,291 total. Not even 1%.

"Do you think we should....?" And she didn't know. This was the first time our interracialness had ever bothered me, and I felt angry about it. Part of me wanted to boldly walk the streets hand-in-hand with Nia and dare anyone to say something. But the more practical part of me wanted to avoid putting her in any kind of danger.

We talked about it as I slowed down a bit to prolong the trip. I'd heard things in my hometown of Ann Arbor that was only about 10% Black, and she'd heard things in her hometown of Kalamazoo, which had a larger Black population. In the end I saw a sign for the "Detroit Zoo" so many miles ahead, so thinking that would be fun to do with Nia I pulled in there. I figured at the very least it would be a safe place to walk around and see how people reacted to us.

"Ever been to a zoo?" She said she'd been to one in Battle Creek a few times as a kid, but had heard the Detroit Zoo was better. I said I'd never been to one, but as we walked toward the entrance it seemed somehow familiar. Maybe my parents had brought me here once?

I paid our way in and after the turnstiles we walked hand-in-hand, both of us watching for how people might react. It had warmed up to maybe 50, no wind, and the sun was out. Very pleasant, at least for Michigan in October. The zoo attendees were maybe 25% black and the rest mostly white, and I can't say that I saw anyone react to us negatively. Heck, we even saw another interracial couple 'our way.'

We'd grabbed a map and Nia led us toward the back of the zoo, saying she wanted to see the Monkey House. It was warm inside and we laughed at the antics of some of the monkeys. On the way out the back of the place was a hallway that led to some restrooms. She had to go but I didn't so I said I'd wait by the Macaque monkeys, who were in the last exhibit before the exit. But Nia asked if I'd walk her down to the restrooms, so of course I did; I had to protect my mate, after all. Just as the male gorillas outside were protective of their mates.

At the end of the hallway was a tee, Women to the left and Men to the right. But before that were two Family restrooms on either side of the hallway, and Nia checked the one on the left and found it open. After a quick look up and down the hall she pulled me inside, with more strength than her small frame should've allowed.

"Nia! I don't want to be in here while you..."

"Be quiet, silly! I don't need the bathroom, but I DO need you to make me come!" She'd hiked her shirt and bra up over her breasts and was undoing her pants before I could react.

"Nia! I don't think we should do that in here. Someone will catch us!" But she wasn't listening to reason. Instead, she leaned back into me and put one of my hands on her breast and one in her crotch.

"The door is locked, and I won't take long. I've been so horny for you all week! Just do me now and I'll make it up to you later, I promise." And then she began to writhe and gyrate against me, and the feel of her tight little butt on my growing erection broke down my resistance.

"Okay, but be fast. And be QUIET!" Because I knew how she got. She promised, and I went to work. I switched hands so my dominant right was on her sex, while my left squeezed and prodded her firm spheres of womanflesh. There wasn't much room between her legs with her jeans only pushed down to her knees, but I found that by inserting my hand flat between her thighs I could work her clit with my thumb while massaging her labia with my forefinger.