4 comments/ 11743 views/ 9 favorites Exploring Anna Ch. 01 By: LaPetitePapillion Shaved brownish-blond head, tall, clear grey eyes and a mouth that looked like it would be soft and hard at the same time. I saw him sitting straight across from me in Philosophy 101. I was chewing on my pen, thinking about nothing in particular, when I looked directly at his crotch. It wasn't intentional. At first. He was sorta hard. I sat up straight, kind of shocked, but when I looked up to his face I saw him put his head down quick. He had been watching me! He was hard from watching me chew my pen? I decided I had to see if that was what really happened or if I was just egotistical. I put my head down, just so far that I could still see him but where it wasn't obvious. He started watching me again. I put the pen back in my mouth and chewed on it then sucked it in my mouth. He got all the way hard. Holy shit! A skin getting hard over this black girl? Ha! Fuck yeah. I crossed my legs and since I was wearing a really short skirt, I let it ride up so he could get a good look at my panties. He bolted up in his seat and his face flushed reddish-pink. I smiled to myself and looked around class to see if anyone else had noticed. Nope. Good. It was gonna be fun screwing with his head. When class let out, I went up behind him and patted his butt real quick through a group of girls before going in the opposite direction. I looked back to see him glancing around, as if he was trying to figure out who had done it. The next class, I dressed slutty. I wore a tight, short black belly top and a short black skirt, with no panties. I had masturbated the night before, thinking about all the fun I was going to have with this white boy. I was so hot that I could do that to him. Tease? Yes. Please? Never! Or at least not him. The thought of what I was planning had made me moist throughout most of the day, but as 4th period got closer and closer, I was dripping wet. I had to go to the bathroom and wipe so I wouldn't embarrass myself. I got there early so I could sit directly across from him. The bell rang, people were flooding in, but as class filled up, I saw he was the only one opposite me. Talk about perfect! Even better, most of class was out. It was late spring and school was almost over. Mostly only the lesser-men came. Two nerds, me and the skin were the only seniors left. I guess since we were older, we were just making sure we wouldn't be left back with the babies and would graduate. Who wants to be 18 and still in high school? I waited for the perfect time to flash him. The instructor we had usually talked us to death but since it was near the weekend he was going to write out our assignments. As soon as his back was to the class, I caught the skin's eye, quirking my eyebrow and I smiled at him. I opened my legs a la Basic Instinct. I saw him bend his head and his mouth dropped open before he quickly closed it, glancing around with a full-on blush. The look on his face was shock, as if he was saying, 'Did I just see what I saw?' Oh yeah, score. I knew he had seen exactly what I wanted him to see. My shaved, dark brown pussy. He turned his head to see if anyone else was on his side of the class. I guess he didn't believe I was aiming it at him. I looked around, also. Nope. No one was even paying attention. Just him. I bit my pen, a wide smile planted on my face. Not yet done, baby. I gave him another flash, slower this time, since we both knew no one was looking. I wanted him to know that I meant it just for him. He didn't blush this time. This time he put his hand down to his junk and touched himself. He pulled his pants tight so I could see the outline of his stiff cock. Damn, white boy was packing! Oh, yes. I licked my bottom lip and smiled at him, coyly. 'Game on, baby.' After class he tried to catch up with me. I'm pretty sure he had a lot to say, but I teased him even more by running down the back stairs at the end of the hallway. He called my name and I looked up, smiled, but kept going. Exploring Anna Ch. 02 It was the end of Spring Break and unfortunately, since I had gone away to visit friends, I hadn't run into what I was calling the 'Philosophy Project.' As soon as I got back home that Saturday, all the girls I hung out with were hitting me up to meet at the lake. Everybody had news to catch up on, but I knew that mine was the juiciest. When I finally told them, all the girls were glued. Turns out Tamika knew him and the "project's" name was Scott. "Girl! What you wanna fuck with a white boy for? And he's a Neo-Nazi?" asked Tamika, while she rolled her eyes. She had already slept with 4 guys and was an 'authority' on sex, dicks and 'men'. "I know, right!" Jaye chimed in, slapping Tamika's hand when she said it. I rolled my eyes, making sure my head was turned so they couldn't see. Jaye was Tami's bitch. Always backing Tami's shit and never having a thought of her own when she was around. At 19, Tami was older and acted like she was the HBIC and we were her "children". Padma, who I was closest with, looked around at all of us, a big smile on her face, "Yeah well, some of those white boys got some big dicks, girl." All of us snapped our heads around to look at her with surprise. She dropped bomb comments like that all the time. "Padma, you bad!", "Girl!" "Yea, you know Indian girls know some freaky shit." Everyone chimed in, laughing. I didn't say anything, just laugh along with everyone else. We jumped down from the break wall, the sun had gone down a half hour ago. I watched Tami, Jaye, Gina, and a few others girls we knew get in their cars or walk off towards their houses. Padma and I went in the other direction from the rest of the girls since we lived close to each other. It was late and we had school the next day. "Hey, girl." Padma asked me on our way home, "You gonna fuck that boy or what?" I didn't know, so I thought about it as we walked. I loved masturbating and cumming. I loved hearing all my friends dirty details of fucking or messing around with their boyfriends. I read and looked at tons of things about sex. Yet, I was the only one who hadn't done it. Even Padma had. "I'm not sure yet. I'm having fun teasing him, though." I smiled, thinking about the shocked look on his face. "Well, whatever you do, don't feel you have to. I did it because I'm in love with my man." I nodded. "But don't listen to those guys. Just because he's white doesn't mean you can't be together. The only problem you really have is: Is he really a skinhead? Cause, that shit won't work." She was looking at me with wide eyes. "You're right. I don't listen to those girls anyway. They always talk mess. You know Jaye hasn't even done it yet? She just pretends she knows shit but she really repeats everything Tami tells her!" We bursted out laughing, cause we knew Jaye was such a fake. We stood outside the front of my house, talking for a little bit more. Padma ran the three houses down to her house, waving. Later that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning. I know it was messed up to tease Scott, but damn it was fun! I also knew that the outline of his cock in his pants was making me want to stop teasing and start doing. My family raised me with old fashioned values. To wait and get married first. But what the hell was that? It's my body; It's my virginity. Not my mom's nor my dad's. I knew they didn't want me to give it to anyone who may treat my gift like it was nothing. All these thoughts went around and around in my head until I drifted off to sleep. The next time I saw Scott, it was right before our class. I opened my locker to hide from him. Shit! What was I gonna do? I had all those bitches in my head, texting me or asking if I'm gonna 'do the white boy', 'start swirling' or telling me to not get involved with a Nazi. WTF. Like, let a girl get a minute? I didn't need them all in my business, trying to tell me what to do. I crammed some books into my locker, lingering so he wouldn't see me when I saw these big, tan hands picking up some papers that had flewn out. I knew it was him and he had seen me after all. I jammed everything in my locker before I spun around towards class without looking in his direction. He followed me, grabbing my books. I let him take them. "Look at you! How old-fashioned.. Carrying a girl's books?" I teased and laughed at him. He just chuckled a little, but didn't give them back. I was only 5'1 and he was at least 6'2, so I had to crane my head when I glanced at him. Oh yeah, that boy was fine! Dammmmn. I inhaled then exhaled real sharp. The time out from school had given him a chance to make some changes. His hair was grown out, no shaved buzzcut anymore, it was almost to his shoulders. It made his hazel eyes seem even bluer. He wasn't wearing that stupid Germany jacket anymore or doc martins, either. New regime? I guess he decided it was time to join the "Black parade". And he was sagging his pants a little! Normally I hate that, but after seeing how big his junk was, I finally figured out that guys must do it for the room. When we got to class, he put my books down and sat next to me. Some of the girls were watching us with surprise looks on their faces, but no one said anything. We sat with our legs touching and pushed each other's leg back and forth a few times. Since we had just come back from break, the instructor talked all during class, so we texted whenever his back was to us. When class was over, he carried my books and book bag for me. I had him give me his phone so I could put my number in. He tried to walk me to my next class, but I put my hand up, pushing his chest lightly. "Hey, hey. Slow down, tiger. We're just getting warmed up. Don't try to eat all your dinner before it's given to you." He grinned at my joke. "Yeah, well sometimes the trainer looks tasty enough to eat and the tiger wants a taste." I smiled a little at his corn, but I took my books and waved good-bye to him. He looked disappointed but didn't follow me. I was almost in my seat for my next class when I got a text from him. I opened it up and saw he had sent me a pic of himself in the bathroom. Oh, shit! I think he's trying to turn the tables on me. He had no shirt on and he had a huge smile on his face. 'Oh, my God!' I thought. I could tell he definitely worked out. I zoomed in to get a better look at the picture. He looked tight with a six pack and a little bit of hair in the middle trailing down into his shorts. I looked closer and understood why he was grinning, his cock was poking out, making his shorts stand up. Fuck me! I heard the teacher 'a-heming' and put my phone away before he took it. On the way home from school, I showed Padma. She let out a squeal and grabbed my phone away to look closer, before shoving it back at me. "If I didn't have Branden, I would so do him. Damn. He fine." She always amazed me with how 'hood she could sound sometimes in spite of the fact that she was from India. "Hey, lemme do him first. I don't want no sloppy seconds." I pushed her lightly, teasing. She smiled back. "Just remember, wrap that if you are. You don't want no babies at 18." She gave me some advice before she turned to walk up her boyfriend's street. Like she wasn't thinking about getting her bone on and the need to wrap it herself...haha. "Back at ya, biatch!" I shouted. I was waiting at the crosswalk, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I looked behind me to see that he was there, with a smile on his face. "Stupid!" I pushed his chest and he smiled a cute, goofy smile. "So," he licked his lips, nervously, "You like the pics I sent?" I pretended to think about it for a little. His smile widened. He knew I was winding him up. "Yeah, they a'ight." "Hm. A'ight. Oookay" He took his phone out and pushed a button, putting it on silent. Nice. Most guys didn't do that. "You wanna come for a walk with me? I live just down the street from you. We could study for Philosophy." I knew what he meant by "study", but I didn't say anything. All I could think about was, 'Hell, yes.' and 'I know you don't want to study'. But neither did I, so I just said, "Sure. I guess we could "study" a little." He took my hand in his and we started walking to his house. I pulled on his hand to make him stop. I felt the need to ask, just to get things straight in my head, "What's with the skin stuff?" I looked straight into his eyes, pinning him down. He squinted and looked around, his hazel eyes almost totally clear grey from the sun. Before he spoke, he looked right in my eyes. I felt my heart skipping. "I never thought about it before. It was just something to do. Then this cute, Black girl looked at me in Philosophy and I started thinking, 'Who the hell am I? What the fuck am I doing?' All the things we've been learning about why people think and do the things they do, I realized I didn't want to be part of a crowd. I wanted to be myself, not just 'fit in.'" I bit my lip, turning over what he had just said. He wasn't just saying that. Those guys he had hung around with weren't forgiving. They'd probably kick the shit out of him if they saw him with me, maybe kill him. I didn't know, but it didn't matter. I knew one thing, it was a big risk for him to drop that shit and he had done it for me. He had decided to be his own person. I didn't need Tami, Jaye, and the rest of the girls or my parents telling me what was right for me. If he could take a chance, so could I. We stood for a few minutes looking at each other and I nodded my head. " I believe that. I think understand." He leaned down and kissed me on my lips. I felt something in my chest. He pulled me closer and ran his hands down my back to my butt and squeezed. I squeaked. He backed away, raising his eyebrows at me, and we started walking again. I licked my lips, tasting him still there. Definitely turning the tables on me. When we got to his house, it looked huge. I mean rich as a mutha huge! I almost thought about turning around and running home. It was intimidating. He must have felt me trying to get him to let my hand go, but didn't let me. When we got in, it only got worse or better, depending how you look at it. His parents house was pristine and every where I looked there were priceless tchotchkes and trinkets. I stood looking in a case that had tons of golf figurines and tees. I guess that's what some white people do; collect golf tees. I made a face. He took my hand and started leading me around. "Pretty big, huh? Sometimes, I feel like I can't touch anything in this museum or my mom will go ballistic. Or the maids will have to sanitize afterwards." He laughed and it helped ease my tension. A little. I wasn't poor but his family's obvious richness made me feel like it. My house wasn't anything like his. We had things on the coffee table and if my Mom or Dad worked late, dishes were still in the sink the next day. We didn't have maids. There were only 3 bedrooms, and it was a medium sized house. I wasn't sure where he was going to take me, but he lead me into the kitchen. He went to the fridge and got out a carton of orange juice, holding it out to me. I shook my head, not wanting anything, then I proceeded to watch him put his head back and take the longest swig. I watched as his throat moved up and down. His dark blond hair had grown and it was hanging back, swinging as he drank every last drop. A little dribbled down his chin, onto his shirt, and got it wet. I felt myself getting wet, too. It was so sexy. He slammed the container down on the island with a sigh from taking such a long swig. Looking down at his shirt, he smirked and said, "Well, I guess I better take this off." Without hesitating he took his shirt off, giving me a great view of his chest. He must have gone to the beach a lot over spring break because he had a nice light brown tan. He didn't have hair on his chest but there it was, that sexy trail of hair down the middle of his abs, dark against his tan stomach. I couldn't take my eyes off his body. Suddenly, I felt a little shift. The air between us seemed different. We were both quiet, but seemed to just move towards each other, the same idea in our heads. As we got close, I put my hands up to touch his chest. I had never felt a guy's chest before. Not like this. His skin felt smooth and hard from his muscles. I moaned a little, I think he did, too. Next thing I knew, he slowly pushed me until my back was against the fridge and he was kissing me. He pushed his hands into my extensions and rubbed my head a little. Softly, gently. I felt like crying, I didn't understand why, but I did. One of his thumbs was on the side of my face, caressing it as he kissed me for a little. He pulled back, biting his lips, and his eyes were cloudy. "Ever french?" I shook my head 'no'. " Want me to teach you?" I nodded, looking up at him, unable to say a word. My body was taking over where my mouth couldn't speak my need for him. He was looking into my eyes, tracing my bottom pinkish brown lip with his finger. He pinched it together, not hard, just playful. "Your eyes aren't really brown, you know. They're amber. Strange. They always looked dark..." He whispered as he moved closer. First, he just bit my lips, running his tongue on the outside then started darting it in and out. I tried to catch it with mine. He teased me for a little, before pushing it in all the way. It felt cool from the orange juice and smooth. He started to move it around in my mouth. It felt different, sexy. I had seen it in movies, but thought 'Oh brother, please. That doesn't look like it's enough to make her horny.' Man, I was wrong! My nipples hardened, I could feel them against his chest. I was started to get wet from his kiss. It was so erotic and new. I thought Scott was a virgin, but maybe I was wrong. It seemed like I was the one getting taught a thing or two here. Scott ran his hands up the sides of my stomach, over my tee shirt, to my tits and rubbed my nipples. He cupped one of my boobs in his hand. I was a 36 DD, which for a tiny girl was big, but his huge hand made me seem small. I looked from his hand, squeezing my nipple up to his face. His skin was flushed under his tan. He was turned on, too. I put my hand back on his chest, rubbing it up and down. His head went back and he closed his eyes, sighing. I saw his cock growing in his pants and knew that it was my turn to tease him back. I ran my hands down his stomach to the top of his jeans, and then over the zipper. I felt him jump in my hand. He seemed ready to burst. Should I take it out and play with him? Should I tease him and not touch? When I started to put my hand down his pants and he put his hand over mine to stop me. He sorta hissed between clenched teeth, "If you... don't... stop... I will cum." His face was a darker red than before and I knew he was trying not to cum. I stopped, smiling because I had made him feel that way. "Yeah, we wouldn't want that to happen. Would we?" He held me away from him until the color in his face went back to normal. "Uh, not yet. Anyway." I heard a door close, finally understanding why he stopped me. "That's probably my Mom." He took my hand and lead me around the island to the dining room. A tall blonde woman came in from the other side. "Scott, dear. Who is this?" She stopped abruptly in her tracks, looking at me then back to him. She didn't not look happy. "I thought I told you even though you're eighteen now, that you're not to have any girls in this house if there is no one else here?" I looked around for my book bag. This could get embarrassing, especially since she was looking at me like the hired help, as if I wasn't suitable for her little prince. He started talking to his mom, irritation in his voice, but I wasn't paying attention. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I grabbed my stuff and crept out the side door his mom just came in. I heard Scott shout something, then the door slam as he came after me. He stopped me before I could leave. "Hey, don't go. Come back we can still, um, study or just hang out." He took my hand but I pulled it away. "Now I see why you were so confused before. Your mom was looking at me like she never saw a Black person in her house!" I actually started to cry. I brushed away the tears as I turned my back to him so he wouldn't see. Scott turned me back towards him to help me wipe away my tears. "Baby, I know what I want. What I want is you. My mom is an uptight Bitch. She looks at everyone that way. Probably needs to get laid." He bent to look me in my eyes. I laughed a little. He kissed me lightly, I looked around to see if anyone saw. I nodded, "Ok. But I better get home and study. Finals are the week after next." He gave me a hug and said he understood. He watched me walk to the end of his street, I turned back to wave good-bye. I was only three streets over but it still took about 20 minutes since I was texting and talking. Padma called and I filled her in about what had happened at Scott's house. When we hung up, I still wasn't feeling secure about us or our situation. Were Scott and I boyfriend/girlfriend? Were we just fooling around? Was it just sex? His mom didn't seem like she would like any option we decided on. I couldn't get a clear idea of where it was going, but I had loads of studying to do all week long. I would have to think about it out later. After finals, the summer would be ours. There'd be plenty of time to fool around and figure out where it was going. Exploring Anna Ch. 03 The majority of the week was spent studying. It was hard enough to keep up with that while getting texts from everyone asking, "U gonna do it?", Or others telling me not to do him. Scott kept shooting pix of himself to me, hot and tempting, which added more fuel to the fire culminating between us. Thursday came, but instead of school, Philosophy was meeting at the public library for our essay final. I hadn't seen Scott all week, so this was gonna be the first time since the incident at his house. Walking up the steps to the library, I was nervous and unsure. Part of me wanted to turn and leave before he saw me, yet, I still wanted to see him. He had texted the past few days, asking if I was avoiding him. I told him 'no' but the truth was, yes. Why was I doing that when I wanted to see him so bad? It was scary wanting him as much as I did, it felt like too much - too fast. However, Wednesday night, I wasn't going to be indecisive anymore. I would let him know that I wanted to be with him. If he could take a risk by defying his friends he had known all his life, I could take one, too. I found everyone sitting at different tables in the reading area set aside for our class. The instructor pointed at it and told me where to sit. It was his table. There were two guys besides us, with the only seat being directly across from him. I smiled at everyone and Scott put his head down, his hair covering his face. The other guys at the table kind of smiled/leered at each other then looked me up and down. At first, I thought maybe they had seen what happened between Scott and I in class last week, until I remembered what I was wearing. My tits were just barely covered by the strappy black, tank top I was wearing. I didn't wear a bra, either. My long, black hair was curled and wild. I even wore a little jean skirt with a thong. I had on sandals that were 3 inch platforms and my toenails were painted red. Like my lips and nails. Yep, they were leering and whispering. Probably saying, 'What a slut.' or 'I'd like to fuck that.' The guy next to me leaned in and said, as he tried to look down my top, "I think you're gonna make it hard for us to study." He snickered as he licked his lipped, in a lewd, disgusting way. God, guys could be so stupid. Like just because a girl wears something sexy, it gives them the right to act like asshats? No...that day, this girl's booby shots were only for one guy only. I pushed my the heel of my shoe into his foot and gave him a look that said 'Die scum.' and I dug it in. His friend looked confused when he didn't say a word but got up, took his stuff and sat at another table. Scott looked around real quick then went back to writing on his paper, his cheeks were bright red. The loser's friend got up and joined him at the other table, a questioning look on his face. Good. We were alone. I pushed my chair in closer and leaned across the table to whisper to him. "Hey, what's up?" He didn't look up, just keep writing. I wasn't sure what that meant, so I tried to get his attention, "Psst. Hey..." but the instructor came by and said to not talk since we didn't have much time. Like I would listen. I just waited til he left and whispered Scott's name again. Scott looked up at me, gave me a half-smile then went back to writing. Oh hell, no. I knew he was pissed because he thought I was blowing him off. Jeez. This was like being iggied by a girlfriend, but worse. I stretched and looked around, taking stock of everyone. Our table was in a corner behind some half-cabinets of books on one side and on the other was an empty table. The rest of the class was seated farther away, most of the other kids didn't want to be too near the professor. I turned back to Scott and caught him looking at my tits. Perfect. I grinned and stared back at him, before he put his head back down. His long hair was drooping over his face, so I couldn't really see his expression. I wanted to push it back and try to see what he was thinking, but then everyone would know what was up between us. I didn't know if I was ready for that just yet. I liked the idea of our flirting and no one being aware of what was going on between us. I slipped my shoe off, looking around again. Still in the clear. I rubbed his leg then slowly started working my foot up his leg, no response. Hm. I put my foot right between his legs, on the chair. His head popped up, a surprised look on his face. I gave him a wide smile. 'Ha, got ya,' I thought as I looked him in the eyes and put my foot on his cock. It was so hard beneath my arch. I began to rub it around in little circles, caressing him softly. He sucked his beautiful lips in and let me do it, not taking his eyes off mine. I keep rubbing, putting a little more pressure on it little by little. Someone must've gotten up from their table, because the swish as they passed, made both of us break our intense concentration. I felt shocked that I had done it in front of so many people, but excited too. I could feel his cock move underneath my foot. I was sure he was turned on, even if he was kinda ignoring me. He stood up and went off into some stacks, near our tables, that lead into the back. I pulled out a book and pad of paper, just to look like I was getting something done. I took a quick look over at the teacher, he was reading a paper and absolutely oblivious to us. Everyone else had already been at the library for a half hour before I had come and had a few books piled up at their tables. They were all into the assignment. The other students who weren't studying were busy texting. I pushed my chair back and got up to go find Scott. I walked around for a little, not finding him, then I got an idea. I knew we had to find ancient societies and figure out how their social structures and mores were similar to ours today. He would probably pick some wierd country or use really old books that no one else wanted. I went to the stacks way in the back, where musty books were and the lights only came on when someone walked there. The first aisle was the only way in or out and lead to the rest of the stacks. We would definitely be alone. I found Scott in the last row. I tried to sneak up on him, but the light had gone on and of course he had heard me. I grabbed him by the waist, but he moved away from me, stiffly. "Hey! What's up?" I asked, nervously. "Hmmph." He actually made that noise as he put a book back. "You're mad. I can tell." I pouted even though I could tell it probably wasn't gonna work. "Yeah, I'm pissed." He leaned back against one of the bookshelves, to look at me. "You ignore me, then put your little foot on my dick, and think I'm just gonna forget that shit. You're a fucking tease." He turned away, pretending to look for a book. A librarian came out of a staff door behind us. She frowned and shushed us. We stopped talking and waited for her to leave. As soon as we were alone, I took his hand and pulled him along with me. "I wasn't ignoring you to be a tease." I pleaded. "I just felt... confused." He snorted and looked away. "About what?" I lead him to a corner where I knew there was a lounge chair and pushed him down into it. I sat in his lap. I could feel he was still a bit hard, so I knew he wasn't as pissed as he was acting. I ran my hands into his hair and turned his head to make him look at me. His eyes were so clear and sexy. I looked at his lips and paused, 'Damn! Why are you testing me, God?' I thought. He took my hands away, stopping me. I watched as he licked his lips, wetting them. He was nervous, too. "About us. What people will say. I mean you were a skinhead before Break and next thing you know, people see you with a Black girl?" "Screw what they have to say!" He said, a frown on his face. "I'm done with that. If people have something to say, too bad. I make my own decisions." The look on his face was strong and fierce; I believed him even more than last week. Because it felt so...right, I leaned forward and kissed him, lightly. Our lips overlapped, his were moist and warm. He put his hands up to my neck and pushed me closer. His other hand ran down my back, then back up and under my tank top. His hand felt so strong but soft on my skin. It made me shiver. He moaned a little and opened my mouth for his tongue. I still squeaked because I wasn't used to french kissing, yet. He moved his tongue over mine and around, then pulled it out to runs it across my lips. I almost felt like I was the student and he was my teacher. He looked so innocent, yet knew so much. I ran my hands up, over his shoulders and wrapped them behind his neck, running my hands through his hair. We kissed for a little, making me wetter. I felt my thong getting soaked and fidgeted. He pulled back, his pupils were so huge and his face was flushed again. The sun was behind him, making his hair look blonder and his eyes shine like the ocean. I sighed as I ran my hands down his face, using my thumbs to trace each corner of his mouth. His face was soft, just like the rest of his skin. I leaned back in to plant soft kisses on his mouth. I heard him breathing quickly, he was getting excited. He looked down at my boobs. I knew he could see that my nipples were hard and erect. I felt a little embarrassed for a moment, since my nipples stuck out noticeably even when I wasn't aroused. I stopped myself when I realized it was just us, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. He traced them and then pinched each nipple between his fingers, rolling them like grapes. I tried not to cum right then, but it was too hard, so I did. I leaned back to watch him keep playing with them for a little as I kept cumming. No one had ever played with them like that, it felt so wonderfully new. I opened my eyes to look him in his. He had watched my reaction with excitement. Maybe it was new for him, too? I wasn't sure if he knew what had happened. When he asked me if I had, I nodded my head, shyly. He looked amazed, almost like he had been smacked. When I stood up, he started to, but I pushed him back down. He ran a hand up my legs to feel my hot, moist pussy. The look of surprise on his face told me that he had never felt anything like that before. "I get really really wet. And cum. A lot." I giggled, lightly. He just smiled, looking pleased that he had made me cum. "Your turn." The look on Scott's face told me he didn't know what I meant. I bent over, pushing his shirt up, so I could start unzipping his jeans. His cock was so hard that it was flat to his stomach. I took it out. It was a light peach color and flushed red. It felt like his lips, velvety and smooth. The head of his cock was almost like a mushroom but the ridge only went part way round the tip. I put my hand underneath that and squeezed gently, a little bit of pre-cum leaked out. I had read a few books about sex after our make-out session at his house, but I wasn't sure how to do it since the descriptions weren't the best. I looked at Scott's face. He closed his eyes and sunk down in the chair, pushing his cock up at me. I guess I was doing the right thing. A smile was spread on his lips. I squeezed it a little harder as I ran my hands down it, holding on to him tightly. I put my other hand on his abs, running my hand over them slightly. He sighed, quietly. I bent forward and kissed the tip. He jerked and opened his eyes. He pulled my head back by the hair, and sat up a little. "You don't have to do..." He started before I interrupted him. "I want to." I whispered, he looked at me for a second, then sat back, nestling in the leather chair. "I won't stop you. Whatever you want to do." He said, eagerly, biting his lips with anticipation to feel my lips on him again. I bent back down, kneeling, and put my mouth on his cock again. There was more pre-cum on it. I put my tongue out and licked it, then moved my tongue all the way down his shaft, wetting it with my saliva. I licked it all the way back up to the tip, stroking with my hand as I went. He moaned and put a hand at the base of his cock to push it towards me. I ran my tongue back down it then as I went up, put it all the way in my mouth this time. He shifted in the chair and gripped it, tightly. I felt him jerking in my mouth as I tasted more pre-cum. It was a little salty but not bad. I started to move my mouth up and down, like I was fucking him. I sucked hard and then soft, alternating the two as I moved up and down, until I was just sucking it hard. I kept my eyes on his face to see how much he was enjoying it. He put his hand on my head, I thought he was going to push me down on his cock, but he did it to slow my movements down. He bit his teeth into his bottom lip and ran his fingers through my hair, stopping me completely, while he looked into my eyes. Suddenly, I felt his hot cum in the back of my throat. It was saltier than his pre-cum. Three or four hots spurts went down my throat and let him hold my head as he did it, my hands on his hips. I swallowed it all. It was so different than I thought it would be, but it wasn't bad tasting. I was happy I had pleased him like he had done for me. He held my head back with one hand and pulled his cock out with the other. I looked down, sticky cum was on his head, stretching out thread-like between us to my lips. He patted his cock and rubbed it on my salmon pinkish brown lips before putting it back in his pants. I licked them clean, making sure there wasn't any evidence. Since I was still kneeling between his legs and his shirt was still pushed up, I kissed his stomach, his chest, then pulled it back down to kiss him on his lips. He smiled and pulled me up to sit in lap again. We started to kiss. There was a sweet taste from his mouth and the salty taste of his cum mixed in our mouths. We heard a librarian's cart rattle and broke our kiss, guilt on our faces. The same librarian that saw us earlier was standing there, giving us the 'You're in trouble now' look. "I knew I would have to check up on you two. No one really comes back here. Okay, break it up! Get back to your class." She gave us a stern look which was supposed to warn us and make us feel ashamed for kissing. Little did she know, people really did cum back there. We stood up and went around her to make our way out of the stacks. On the way back, Scott gave me a knowing smile and I gave him one back. He took my hand and I looked down. My medium-brown hand and his light tanned hand fit perfectly. He lead me back to our table, my hand tight in his, and it felt like everyone was watching us while we sat down. Like they knew we had done something, but really they were probably just surprised when they saw a former skinhead and a black girl, holding hands. I didn't care. He sat down right next to me, facing the rest of the class. He pressed his body into my side and sent me a smile. I grinned back then we both opened our books to pretend to be doing something. I could still feel that my panties were wet. It felt indecent. We opened our books and studied until the teacher let us know it was time to for him to go. He told the class that we were welcome stay and keep working, just without him. Scott looked at me and asked, "You feel like 'working' some more?" A smirk on his face. "I think I'm all worked out." I smirked back as I put my book in my backpack and we left. I would never look at libraries the same way after that. Every time I would go back in the stacks, I knew I would think about that moment we had shared and get excited. He walked me home, asking me to never ignore him again, and I promised I wouldn't. After that, how could I? Exploring Another Female's Cunt I loved having sleep overs with my best friend Samantha, better known has Sam, when I was young. She was my best friend, and we did everything together. I do mean everything. One night I asked her over. We always liked to steal my older brothers pornos on Friday and Saturday nights and sit in my big bed and watch them together. We were both in our PJ's. Me in my white nightgown, and her in her cute pink shorts and tank top set. She was looking particularly nice that night. You could see her small, but perky, breasts pushing against the thin pink fabric of her tank top. Her hard nipples bulging. and Sam had the most incredible legs. She was short, but they were better than any legs you'd find on a taller girl. They were long, silky smooth. Beautiful thighs, and nice curvy hips. You couldn't help but to stare at her when you saw her. Her face was plain, but beautiful when observed up close. She had beautiful brown golden eyes with long eye lashes. A cute little nose, and nice puffy full lips. Her hair was a golden brown to match her eyes, shoulder length and soft as satin. I was feeling rather good myself. I wore my sexy short white nighty just for her. We'd both went shopping a few days before for clothes we both thought looked sexy on each other. She picked out this white nighty for me, and when purchasing it she whispered in my ear that she wanted to see me in it very soon. So after my shower the night of the sleep over I slipped into it as a surprise, and when walking out of my bathroom (which is ajoined to my bedroom) she had a look of sheer surprise on her face. She sat staring at it, almost see threw. Sticking to my wet body. My C cup breasts pushing against the fabric. My big brown nipples were clearly visible. My hair was still wet and lay dripping on my shoulders. I could tell she liked what she saw by the way she was squirming in my bed. I decided to start the night I knew was ahead of us a little early. My parents and brother were both out of town, just as they were every weekend, visiting my mothers mom. I walked over to my beautiful female friend, and crawled on the bed on my hands and my knees in front of her. Letting the front of my nighty hang low to purposely expose my perky full breasts. I crawled up in her lap. Her legs stretched out in between my legs. I kissed her lightly. Biting her bottom lip. Then sat up straight in her lap, my legs folded at my side. Sitting in her lap facing her I made riding motions over her body. Moving my body slowly back and forth. I wrapped my arms around her neck. Pulling her head forward letting her smell the scent of my body. Her mouth and head just inches away from my breasts. I slowly crawled off of her. Pulling her down on the bed so she lay flat on her back. I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out two pair of fuzzy pink handcuffs we'd purchased a few months back. I took her hands and bound them to the bed with the handcuffs. I then took two scarves from the same drawer and tied her legs spread apart so that she couldn't move. I slowly kissed her from her mouth to her neck biting, and nibbling as I went. Teasing her because thats exactly what she liked. I slowly reached up her tight little tank top and grabbed and squeezed her breasts hard and rough. Letting her have a moan or two. I pulled her tank top above her breasts and lightly flicked my tongue over her extremely hard nipples. Teasing her more I ran my tongue down over her stomach. Down to the rim of her pink shorts. I ran my tongue along the rim, from left to right. Then slowly pulled down her shorts to her ankles. Running my tongue down her inner thighs, over her knees, to her ankles, and back up. I finally reached her neatly shaven pussy, now nice and wet. Glistening with her lovely juices which I could already smell. So sweet. I slowly parted her beautiful pussy lips exposing her cute little cunt. I flicked my tongue over her swollen clit. and she let out a loud moan lifting her body to meet my mouth. I placed my thumb on her clit and rubbed gently as I went lower to taste inside her tight little cunt, which was virgin besides our constant finger fuck fests.. I dove my tongue deep inside her and pushed my thumb harder down on her clit, moving rapidly making her moan and scream my name. "Oh gawd Nikki Oh gawd, treat me like the little slut I want to be". At her request I did just so. I took my free hand which was previously rubbing my own clit secretly between my legs... And plunged 2 fingers deep into her aching cunt. Fucking her as hard as I could with my long fingers. Rubbing her from the inside. Sucking and biting her clit hard. Her moaning and panting increased and I knew she was close to cumming. It was because of this I quickly stopped all motion. I started slowly licking back up her body. Over her stomach which made it quiver with pleasure... Between her perky breasts which were rising and falling with every deep breath. Up her neck and finally to her mouth. Kissing her hard with every bit of sexual desire within me. I then straddled her, my pussy on top of hers. Slowly rocking back in forth putting pressure on her aching throbbing clit. Making her moan and beg for me to finish her off. I took a dildo out of my sex toy drawer, the same from which the handcuffs and scarves came. I quickly positioned my body in a 69 over hers. Sam always wanted me to use the dildo on her, because she'd never had more than my fingers in her before. She'd been begging me for months, but I always refused. I wanted to wait until I knew she'd do anything for me if I used it on her. So I told her that I'd fuck her with my dildo as long as she ate out my already wet pussy. I knew this would be a treat for me because Sam never really liked to eat pussy. She mostly just liked to use toys on me. I was always trying to find ways to get her to eat me out, because when she did do it it was fucking awesome. Anyway. She raised her head what little bit she could to meet my extremely wet shaven pussy. She slowly positions her puffy full lips over my round pinkish red clit and sucked and nibbled. I moaned loud and proceeded to fuck her with my 8 inch dildo which I so very much adored. I positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly pushing it into her. I knew I had to be gentle because she was after all a virgin for the most part. She immediately let out a slight moan, and I stopped. Not in fear of it hurting her, but only because as she moaned. She stopped eating my pussy. She hurriedly placed her mouth back on my pussy. And shoved her strong tongue into my hole. I moaned loud, and forcefully pushed the head of the dildo into her pussy. She moaned on my clit, letting me feel the vibrations of it. Which triggered yet another moan from me. I slowly pushed the dildo deeper within her. Her tight cunt gripping the dildo which was considerably wider than the 2 fingers I normally used on her. I continued to slowly inch the dildo all the way into her pussy until it was all the way in. I then began moving the dildo in and out, loosening up her tense cunt. She was moaning more and more, biting my clit harder everytime I pushed more of the dildo into her pussy, until the entire 8 inches was deep within her. She took her mouth off my pussy long enough to utter the words. "I want you to fuck me hard now, I want it. I can take it. Fuck me." and I immediately started ramming the dildo in and out of her still tight pussy. She began moaning and screaming, tearing up my pussy. I was moaning. Fucking her with all my might just to keep her going at my pussy. I felt myself coming near a cum and forced my pussy down closer to her mouth. I could tell she was close to cumming too. I fucked her faster and harder. Her hips raised and and she dug into my pussy moaning and screaming into me. Just as I came, she came. I immediately took the dildo out of her pussy and licked her cunt clean. Lapping up ever drop of cum I possibly could, and massaging her now sensitive clit with my tongue. I raised myself off of her and went up to kiss her, but stopped myself. I reached down and picked up the wet dildo off the bed and placed it at her lips. I slowly inched the dildo into her mouth letting her taste her own sweet salty cum. Inching it deeper and deeper into her mouth. Down her throat. I liked watching her suck this dildo. I imagined having a man there with us. Enjoying my beautiful little sluts mouth around his cock. Coaxing his cum out of it. It was then that I decided I'd have to find a man to enjoy our pleasures.