It was just another ordinary day in the life of a college freshman....
My day was pretty much over. It was Thursday, and I had a full schedule of classes. I was dead tired, but I was set on working out in the gym after my last class...I mean, after all, I was a Dance Studies major. I had to keep my body in shape for class. But before I went to go work out, I HAD to get something to eat. My stomach was calling for food.
Since I was on a meal plan, I decided to use my parents’ hard earned money to go to my school cafeteria. Tonight, apparently, was a really good night. When I went into the cafe for dinner, it was packed. I understood why. It was “Soul Food Night.” The lunch ladies piled on plate after plate, piled high with deep-fried catfish, collard greens, macaroni and cheese, and black-eyed peas. I was kind of homesick that night and having soul food here gave me a feeling that I would feel a whole lot better after I ate.
I greeted all of the familiar faces I saw, but as good as I felt that night, I decided to sit by myself with my study guides in hand. I had a Psychology test early the next morning, so I was not set on socializing.
But surprisingly enough, while I was trying to eat my food and study my Psych, a warm, deep voice asked, “Why is a pretty girl like you sitting by yourself?”
I expected the occasional flirtatious remarks from random perverts who only went to the café just to hit on the girls. Normally, they were not that cute. But this time was different.
I looked up to behold the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. Well, not in my life—maybe in a long time. His sexy skin was without spot or blemish. His eyes were a warm brown, and his thick lips were nothing short of juicy. If I wasn’t such a mild-mannered girl, I would have kissed him on sight…just to see how his lips felt against mine. And his body? From the way his broad shoulders and his strong pecs peeked through his navy blue shirt, I could tell he was athletic.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes when you really want to be alone, there’s always that one person (most likely of the opposite sex, and especially hot) who wants to talk to you –simply because you’re sitting alone?
Anyway, his friendly smile was so inviting, I realized that I could put my Psych book down for a second to see what this friendly stranger had to offer. To be coy, I decided to flirt with him a little.
“So are you insinuating that you would like to keep me company?”
Believing that I had just blown his mind with my SAT word of the day, I had taken pride in myself that I had displayed my smarts to this handsome young man. But my moment of confidence was shattered when he answered:
“No, I am merely expressing my concealed desires to get to know you by requesting permission to keep you company.”
He blew my mind with just one sentence. Of course, because of that previous sentence, I quickly assumed that he was a fellow student here at the university.
“Wow,” I said, quite impressed with him, but maintaining a cool façade. “With an anointed sexy mind like that I’m assuming that your major is either in Business or Communications.”
“Oh,” I said. I thought he might just be Undeclared or Undecided, and I left it at that.
We ended up staying in that cafeteria long after the crowd had dispersed. I had hardly touched my food, mainly because we both were so engaged in each other that we couldn’t really concentrate on anything else.
The lunch ladies had kindly kicked us out, and we didn’t mind. We were too busy getting to know each other.
“So, Mr. Q,” I said, addressing him by the mysterious, but very cool name he gave me. “You wanna chill in my room for a sec before you gotta go back?”
To tell the truth, I wanted to do more with him in my room than just chill. I was curious. I just wanted to see how it would feel to kiss him—if even for a second.
But, of course, I didn’t want to seem like a ‘fast’ girl, so I planned to sneak him upstairs past the visitation guards for a few hours and just chill, and we were successful…everything seemed pretty casual—almost boring…until it started getting late.
It was when we were watching ‘Family Guy’ on TV that I realized how late it was. My roommate was on the verge of sleep, and Q found his way onto my bed, nestled next to me…in a friendly manner, of course.
Visitation hours for the dorm were way over, but it seemed as though neither of us cared. Soon, I started getting sleepy myself, and placed myself under the covers. Q was feeling sleepy too, and he said that he didn’t feel at all like going back home. So, we decided to sleep in the same bed together for the night.
As the hours passed, I found myself in an acute state of insomnia.
“Fuck! I can’t sleep!” I whispered to no one in particular.
“I can’t sleep either,” a familiar voice whispered back.
For some strange reason, the closeness between me and Q initiated something that I could only call pure, unadulterated lust.
For a second, his lips lightly brushed my chin, and I giggled silently, being careful not to wake my roommate. Then, slowly, he kissed it, and then went straight for my lips. I was so relieved to find out that he had felt the same about me. His lips felt so perfect against mine, I felt like I had died, gone to Heaven, and seen God’s face.
I kissed him back, and even nibbled on his bottom lip for a while. He groaned with pleasure as he returned the favor. He then planted kisses all over my face, and then my neck, grinding his already hard package against my sensitive mound. I bit my bottom lip to suppress a moan, again being courteous of my roommate. Slowly, but surely, he started peeling off my articles of clothing one by one. My shirt, my shorts—even my socks, he took off with great care.
Q climbed on top of my body and did something no one else I had been in bed with ever done with me. He stopped the grinding/kissing/groping session to sit back and take a look at my body, as if it was a work of art. I tried to make eye contact with him as he ogled every inch of my body.
“I’m strategizing exactly what I’m gonna do with you so that you can achieve maximum pleasure.”
He then hungrily kissed, nibbled and caressed my entire body from head to toe. Climbing on top of me, he carefully reached down into my panties and made a clean swipe of my pussy. It was clear from the ‘Kool-Aid man’ smile on his face that I was indeed soaked. I shivered at his touch. Noticing my reaction, he slipped my underwear from off my body and pulled out his manhood. I couldn’t see in the dark, but from what I felt, he was packing a full arsenal (if you know what I mean).
I bit my lip as thoughts of his large erect manhood entering the deepest folds of my pussy raced to the forefront of my mind. At his attempt to be forceful, he bound my arms together with his large hand.
I guess it is true about the big hands/big package in the old wives’ tales.
He charily slipped himself into me and I let out a small groan. With his other free hand, he covered my mouth. That only turned me on even more. As he began our rhythm, I found myself moaning with every thrust, and his grip around my mouth seemed to get tighter and tighter. His thrusts became faster and more intense as the time progressed, and he seemed to be enjoying it as well.
He bit his bottom lip to suppress a moan or two. Unknowingly, it seemed as if I tightened the walls of my warmth as his thrusts became more savage and deeper by the minute. His groans seemed to be a lot louder than expected, and we both stopped to await the reaction from my roommate. When all we got was a snore in response, we continued.
I dug my nails into his flesh, having slithered my hands underneath his shirt. We were nearing our climax, and he put his hand over my mouth again, making my muffled moans more silenced. Since we didn’t have condoms, when he came, he squirted his hot, sweet love all over my stomach, after I climaxed. I knew I would feel sticky in the morning, but I didn’t give a damn. That was the best sex of my life.
As we collapsed in each other’s arms from our sweet love-making session, I turned over to him and looked in his eyes. I could detect a hint of sadness.
“I gotta tell you the truth. I don’t even go here. I work in the cafeteria.”
“Are you serious? So, you wash the plates, and serve the food and stuff?”
I expected myself to be mad at him for lying to me, but for some strange reason I wasn’t. I seriously didn’t give a damn. He was intelligent, good-looking, and even great in bed.
I sighed in ecstasy and wrapped my arms around him to show him exactly how I felt about it.
Now, every Thursday night, I make sure I get a heaping plate of soul food…and get my work out afterwards.
