White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 23

So I felt down to Nia's slender neck with both hands and fitted them around her jaw and the sides of her neck, with her starting to moan as I did that. Then holding her there tightly (but gently), I began to pump it into her mouth more purposefully, bending over at the waist some to make the angle better for me. Nia began to moan more loudly and buck her hips against Rita's invading fingers. With her other hand Rita jumped back and forth between Nia's nipples, being less-than-gentle now, pinching and twisting.

I could tell Nia was really close now, as was I, but I wanted her to go first because I thought the ending part would be better for her if she was already coming as I started to. My strokes into her delicate mouth had become faster, perhaps only one second for each round-trip, and while I still wanted to be gentle with her, lust was taking over and that was getting harder to do. This was the part I'd worried about, and I didn't want to become one of those chauvinistic bastards in the porn videos using some random woman's mouth solely for their own pleasure.

But what Rita had whispered in my ear was that "Nia might enjoy that," and I've already commented on my suspicions and observations of Nia's submissive tendencies, so I was okay with trying it. Up until the point she wanted me to stop, of course.

So with that as background I began to pump determinedly into Nia's mouth. Determined to make myself come, that is. And almost, almost losing sight of the fact that this was my petite girlfriend who I loved dearly. My brain had a conversation with my dick that went something like this: "Dick, why are we doing this to Nia?" "Because she wants us to, buddy." "But are we sure we're doing this for her, and you're not just using her like this to get off?" "No, you heard her say it, buddy." (He was always calling me buddy.) "Yeah, I guess you're right. But hurry up, please, because it still bothers me a little."

So yeah, there was really no stopping now unless she gagged or something, and we were going to finish this thing. Still, I made myself think of how much she loved me and what a beautiful gift this was. But I couldn't see her eyes, damnit, and that made it difficult.

Then suddenly came the freeze and then the guttural sound building deep inside her, but this time it had nowhere to go while my dick was down her throat, and then just a split second to exit when I withdrew, and my God, that sounded crazy-erotic. With my cock out her sound came out, and her breathing was a quick out-in, but when my dick went back in there was that guh/glug sound I've mentioned before. But this was different because it was a stopping-up of the sound trying to escape her, so her cries became an intense moaning or vibration in my cock, and that soon set me off too.

Crying out (softly) that I was coming, I pulled out all the way for a few seconds while holding it back, which gave her time to breathe and get ready, then when I couldn't wait anymore I plunged back in and literally exploded into her throat. No lie, I could literally see my cock pulsing up and down in her distended throat. Ho-ly FUCK! I tried to be quiet, and was mostly successful, but this was too much.

Nia had gone into a second phase of her orgasm and was moaning mmhmm's over and over into me while playing with my nipples madly. I pumped spurt after spurt of hot come directly into her throat while feeling her throat muscles way down the shaft of my dick working, almost milking me. The clinical observer part of me thought that was interesting: was it reflexive, part of her orgasm, or was she doing it on purpose? As the eruptions tapered down to gentler spasms I became aware that she must need to breathe by now, so I pulled back. But not out, because my dick wasn't ready to leave her incredible mouth completely yet.

But she could breath through her nose now, and I held still in her mouth while her tongue did the naughty things it does to me. She was still mmhmm'ing and plain-old mmm'ing into me, and I could tell she was enjoying this as much as I was. But my knees were getting weak, so with an effort I pulled out of her grasping mouth and threw myself on the bed face-down beside her, as spent as I'd ever felt.

She quickly turned around and laid mostly atop me, her head centered between my shoulder blades as I panted and decompressed. I really felt loved then. I mean really loved and accepted and appreciated and....I don't know what all. My girl had just done that new thing for me, all the way, and here she was lying on me, feeling me, holding me, her body telling me she'd loved doing it for me. And I was thinking, Why in the world had I had misgivings about letting her?

Finally we gathered our breath, and I figured Rita would want to talk to us, so I snaked out from under Nia and moved up to the head of the bed, lying on my back with my head on her pillows. Nia snuggled up beside me and kissed me. No words were said between us, but with a deep look into her eyes and appropriate facial expressions I think I conveyed to her how incredible it had been for me.

"Well, Mark? Are you glad you went through with it?

"OhmyGod, Rita! Yes. Nia, that was insanely incredible! Thank you for insisting." She beamed at me. At her accomplishment, at the pleasure it had given me, at me admitting she'd been right.

"Another mutual orgasm for you guys, that's really lovely. Mark, the last part, was I right?"

Embarassed, I said she was. "Nia, Rita had said you might like it if held your neck like that and was a little rougher with you. But was it okay? I'd be mortified if..."

"Sweetheart, it was perfect!" Her punctuation was a French kiss. "You're learning things about me that even *I* didn't know until I met you. But yes, I do seem to have a bit of a submissive streak that Rita has helped me start to understand. And I know it's out of your comfort zone, but I really appreciate when you can do that for me, be a little firmer I guess." I said I'd been working on it (and she knew what I meant: the spanking), but she was right, it was difficult for me.

Rita jumped in. "And it will be more difficult for a romantic, Mark. But just like anything else sexual, whether it's how she likes to be kissed, or to be touched, you experiment and respond to how her body reacts. But to get to a thing like this, which you would've never asked for, it sometimes takes your partner telling you. And once they have, then you're back in that try-and-adapt space.

"I thought you did that wonderfully here, especially toward the end when lust began to take over. I know you still thought of her as 'your Nia,' but with permission given, you explored and adapted. And dare I say, controlled? I think Nia's going to need that from you sometimes. (And notice I said 'need' and not 'want.') So as you two continue to grow with each other, explore some of those ideas. In fact, remind me to give you a book before you leave. Nia, do you have feedback for Mark?"

"Just that, Mark I love how you love me, I really do. Your tenderness and sentimentality, putting me on a pedestal, I guess. But sometimes I think a woman wants to be taken, to be possessed by her man in bed. It's another way for her to see how much he loves her, how much she excites him physically. So don't be afraid to do that sometimes?"

I kissed her and said I'd try. And that I had indeed enjoyed doing it this time. That caused her to kiss me back and smooch all over me. "Rita, do we have time for a bit more play, or..." She said we did, what was on my mind? "Well, we broke the rule of 'the woman should always come first,' so I feel kind of funny about that already, but mainly it's because Nia gave me an orgasm and I haven't given her one tonight, so I kind of 'need' to even it up. Nia, do you think you can come again?"

"Do I think I can come again? Did you want to be a fireman when you were little??" I loved how we did these callbacks with each other. Rita recognized the question that was my answer to, and she smiled.

Rolling over atop Nia I slid down her length with passing kisses on her nipples and then trailing kisses down her stomach until I was facing her puffy and wet pussy. I gave her clit three quick flicks of my tongue and she jerked her torso up off the bed. "One more request if I may, RIta?" She'd come around beside us, and now she cocked her brow. "I experienced you earlier and that was simply incredible for me, thank you again so much for that! But I'd love to watch Nia doing that for you, if neither of you minds..."

Rita looked like she was game, and she looked at Nia questioningly, but of course she was nodding yes. So Rita moved as if to climb atop Nia facing her, but I interjected, "Special request? I won't be able to see if you're that way, so...? But when you're ready to orgasm, Rita, please turn around then because I want Nia to experience that like I did."

"Somebody has taken a liking to this control thing, Nia!" Both women laughed heartily while I just blushed. "What are we, Mark, sex dolls for you to position and direct?"

Then it was my turn to laugh. "Well now that you mention it, maybe this is a little payback. Because in the hotel room I had this thought that you were a little girl playing with her Barbie and Ken dolls (us), making them do this and that. So yeah!" We all laughed, but Rita did as I'd asked and squatted over Nia's face so I could see as Nia arched her head back and snaked her tongue into Rita's slippery cleft.

Then I went to work on Nia with a vengeance. Licking, sucking, probing, and fingering, I brought her to orgasm in about 2 minutes. You know already what that looks and sounds like, so I won't bore you with it, but Rita quickly turned around so she was facing Nia now, and as Nia's orgasm died down enough that I didn't feel guilty taking my tongue off her, I moved up beside her so I could watch the action there. And be there when Rita orgasmed, because I wanted to see that again.

Nia had both hands on Rita's breasts and was softly caressing them. Passing over the nipples with her palms, but not explicitly playing with them. Almost as if she knew that's what Rita preferred. Which gave me a small pang of jealousy, but that had been from before The Pact, and I didn't think Nia would be intimate with Rita now if I weren't also there. Anyway, I watched Nia's wriggling pink tongue work its magic on Rita's clit and the rest of her, and I was so turned on by the contrast of her pink inner flesh with the jet-blackness of her labia. I put my hand on Rita's butt cheek just because I could, and I made up for the touching and caressing I'd forgotten to do earlier. I've used so many superlatives for Rita's butt, just suffice to say that it was especially incredible feeling it tense and contract as she moved herself over my little girl's mouth.

And soon, almost without warning, Rita reached her orgasm. And just like before, it was a slow, measured thing. The intensity of it was again in her eyes as she bored them into Nia's. I fleetingly wondered if Rita could orgasm with someone and not do that, reach into their soul with her eyes. Maybe with a stranger, but not with someone she cared about. And she cared about us; I knew that when her eyes flitted from Nia's to mine and back, seeing each of us, caring for both of us, taking pleasure in, and from, us as a couple.

As the intense pleasure passed, Rita lay beside Nia on the other side and we both laid ourselves partly on her, the link between us. Physically and beyond: my precious girlfriend whom I'd met only because of Rita, and the Freshman charge Rita had responsibility for, and I could tell cared for.

After resting we all got up to get dressed. It was then that I found out my underwear was the cloth I'd felt on me earlier. But no matter, I just put on my pants without them. Nia was dressing, and Rita put on a fuzzy robe and went out into the antechamber. When we caught up with her she had a book in hand but was searching for another one, which she soon found.

She handed Nia the first book, The Colors of Love, saying she should read it too. "It's written by a black woman married to a white man."

"And Mark, for you, this one." The Superior Man - A Man's Guide to Mastering the Challenges of Women, Work, and Sexual Desire. "I think you'll enjoy all of it, but—" scanning the table of contents, "—I want you to definitely read Parts Two, Four, and Five." [I may tell you later what those Parts are about, but it's a real book from 1997 and you can find a pdf at archive.org.]

"So young people, I want to thank you for tonight. It was refreshing for me to see you again, together, and experience those pleasurable things with you. It really was, and I truly care for both of you. After a couple has lasted longer than one month (and if I see real potential in them), I like to offer my services as a counselor and confidante. Talk it over with each other, and if you'd like, perhaps we could meet occasionally to talk. Wednesday evenings are currently open for me, so perhaps we could meet this time next week to discuss what you learn from those books. Or anything else you might want advice on. Don't answer now, talk it over."

And then she walked us over to the outer door, unlocking it before turning to give us a group hug. "Goodnight, my lovely young couple." She ushered us out and I heard her lock the door back. It felt to me like leaving a place of magic and being thrust back into the real world. It was about 11PM so the house was mostly quiet, but I could hear two girls talking in the kitchen, and maybe music from the floor above.

We turned right down the central hallway and Nia got my coat from the closet before walking me to the door. She hugged and kissed me before opening the door, saying goodnight, but I pulled her outside to sit on a bench with me for a few minutes, draping my coat over her.

"Nia, I just wanted to thank you privately for that. One, for learning it, which I imagine took a lot of painful practice, and I almost wish you hadn't done it on my account. And two for sharing Rita with me. You've known how smitten I was with her, so it was really nice to get to experience her more intimately. But I just wanted to say I'm over that now, and while her body is incredible, I don't feel a real attraction to her like I do you. So I don't know what I'm really saying, except thank you again for both things."

"Well you deserved both things, baby. And as far as learning something like that, I'd go through it all again if it was for you. I saw that you really enjoyed it, so I got something out of it too."

"Thank you again, sweetheart. Lunch tomorrow?" She said of course and we kissed goodnight.

Thursday, 11/3

"Did you ever find out who your 9^th grade secret admirer was?" (One of Rita's Hundred Questions.)

"No, and he wrote me beautiful poems and everything! I guess he was just too shy to reveal himself. Hey, it wasn't you, was it?"

"Um, no, but I would've definitely been smitten by you if I'd ever seen you. Hey, I've never written you a poem, have I?" She smiled and said no, but I still could...

So taking a napkin I wrote this:

Nia

Is

Awesome!

"Awww, that's cute! Did you just think of it?"

"Yeah. I used to have this thing where I'd write little poems out of people's names like that. Usually more than one word per line though."

"Do you remember any of them?"

"Not really, no. In sixth grade there was this girl Patricia I was infatuated with, so I did one for her. I can't remember most of it, but it started out 'Prettier than something, As lovely as something else. That's all I remember."

"Were you her secret admirer?"

"No, actually I got a friend of hers to pass it to her and tell her it was from me. Nothing ever came of it though."

"All that poetic effort wasted, what a shame!" We both laughed because we each knew the quality of the little notes 6^th grade boys and girls passed to each other. "Hey, before I forget again, we have a little dance recital Saturday at 2 and I thought maybe you'd like to come... I only have a small part in it though, since I'm a Freshman."

"Are you kidding me?? I'd love to come and watch you dance! Wait, it won't be like how you danced to Don't Cha, will it?" She guffawed and then looked embarrassed remembering how everyone had cleared the floor just to watch her dance on and around me.

"No, the whole thing will be a lot more subdued than that!"

"Whew! Then yeah, I'll definitely come. Hey, have you heard of anything going on this weekend? Any parties or anything?" She hadn't, but said she'd ask around.

"Well if nothing else is going on, maybe we could go to that coffee house again tomorrow night."

She looked at me askance. "But you groaned through the whole thing."

"Well not all of it..." I could see her replaying the night in her mind and then 'ding,' she had it.

"Ohhhh, the karaoke guy doing Rapper's Delight. You know he might not be there again, right?" I didn't really care if he wasn't, because *I* was planning to sing a song for her.

"Yes, but he might. And even if he does a different song it would probably still be cool. It was a lot of fun when all the dancing broke out."

"You mean when you started all the dancing!"

"Well yeah, but same thing, right?"

"You were awesome though baby, knowing all the words and getting all the girls to dance. Quite a few of the black girls were looking at you some kinda way. Some white ones too."

"Oh were they? I hadn't noticed..."

Punch in the arm. "Like heck you didn't! Half the black girls in the place said bye to us when we left. Correction: said bye to you!"

"You're right, I guess they did. Huh." I finished my last few cold French fries. "Hey, if you're about done eating, can we walk through the Engineering Hall on the way to your dance class? They're doing this cool fatigue test on a railroad rail I want you to see." Exciting, right? That was pretty much her reaction too, but she hid it pretty well.

As we entered the gigantic space I felt immediately at home in the smell of steel, lubricants, and electricity. And the rhythmic thunk, thunk, thunk of the rail test couldn't be missed: you felt it in your chest and feet more than heard it. A 6-foot piece of rail was clamped down to two very robust stanchions, and a ginormous hydraulic cylinder in its middle was pushing it up and down 2 inches or more each way, bending it effortlessly, as if it were rubber. Even Nia thought it was impressive, honestly.

The building was built in the 1930s according to the plaque on one corner, and it was a big rectangle with classrooms and smaller labs around the perimeter, but the big central space was open all the way to the roof, with big skylights letting in a lot of natural light. That space was filled with all kinds of machines for stretching things, smooshing things, squeezing things, and testing hardness, ductility, and I don't know what all. And there were drill presses and lathes and milling machines and grinders and all kinds of machine tools. Looking up you saw catwalks around the perimeter, with rooms on the 2^nd and 3^rd floors opening onto those.

I took Nia up the elevator (a huge, clankety, cargo-type) to the 3^rd floor and turned us right. Next to the elevator was a stubby hallway that led to a women's restroom tucked behind the elevator shaft, a men's room across from it, and right there at the corner with the catwalk a handicapped restroom. "Need the restroom?" I asked that as innocently as possible.