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CAUTION: This story is not politically correct. It includes the humiliation and degradation of willing and maybe not so willing black women. The "n" word is used liberally.
by Neal
Central State University was located in a town a few hundred miles from Julia's home city. She'd been assigned a room in a women's dormitory which she shared with an upper classman.
Her roommate was Charlene Brady, a slender twenty two year old senior with light brown hair, green eyes, and a few barely noticeable freckles. Her wire rimmed glasses gave her a studious look. She was friendly towards Julia and the the colored girl took a liking to her right away. For the first few weeks, their conversations centered around school and a little about their families. Up to this point, they hadn't really shared any intimate details about each other.
Julia had met a few guys in her classes who had asked her out, but up until now she'd always put them off telling them she had to study. It was true, actually; the black girl was determined to do well in college. However, the fact of the matter was that none of them had really interested her. She was still waiting for a white man with the look in his eye that made her feel like an object of desire.
One Saturday morning in early October Charlene was sleeping in and Julia had just returned from the shower. The black girl was getting dressed when she noticed that her roommate was awake and watching her.
"Hey, Julia," said Charlene, sitting up in bed. "Didn't that guy... Terrance or something... the football player... Anyways, didn't he ask you out to a party last night? "
"Uh, yeah," Julia replied. "Some football guy wanted me to go to some party. How'd you know?"
"I guess he'd seen us there together and figured we were roommates," said Charlene. "He came up to me in the dining commons an' asked me if you were seeing anybody. When I told him I didn't think so, he said he was gonna see if you'd go with him."
"Oh," responded Julia. "He was hittin' on me before. Maybe he thought I wasn't interested 'cause I already had a boyfriend."
"So you do?" asked Charlene. "Have a boyfriend?"
"No," answered Julia. "No boyfriend."
"Um...," started Charlene, as if broaching a touchy subject, "you like guys, don't you?
"Sure, I do," Julia replied. "Not guys like him... But I do like some kinds of guys."
"Sorry, I didn't mean anything by that, said Charlene. "I was just askin', you know? I mean, it'd be perfectly cool if you didn't... My best friend in high school wasn't into guys at all."
"Really?" said Julia. "Maybe she jus' didn't find any she liked. That's how it is with me now. But, I'm willin' to wait until a good one comes along. Your friend might be the same way."
"I guess you never know...," said Charlene. "But I do know she liked girls. And, like I said, I was totally cool with it. I know guys wanted her 'cause they'd ask me if I thought she'd go out with 'em. Of course, I knew she wouldn't, so that's what I told 'em."
"How'd you know for sure?" Julia wanted to know.
"I knew her better than anybody," Charlene told her. "We both moved into the same neighborhood the summer before I started high school. Even though she was a year younger than me, we got to be good friends right away since we were both the new kids and didn't know anybody."
"Her name is Donna. She's a real cute looking black girl, but she tries to hide it with the way she dresses. Always with loose fitting clothes. Thick glasses with black plastic frames. Never any makeup. Keeps her hair short. Still, she's got a real cute face and a nice body, if she ever let anybody notice.
"We talked about guys an' all kinds of stuff, but she had no interest in them. And then, I found out she liked really liked girls. So, I'm pretty sure she wasn't gonna go out with guys that asked me about her.
"You found out she liked girls?" asked Julia. "She told you?"
"No, it wasn't that she told me right out...," Charlene answered. "It's cause I figured out she liked me. More than just best friends."
"How could you tell?" Julia asked.
"At first, I couldn't," Charlene told her. "At first it seemed like we just liked the same things. She was always interested in going where I wanted to go, do what I wanted to do. We listened to the same kind of music, went to the same movies, watched the same TV shows."
"After a while I started to realize that Donna just liked following my lead on things. I know some people wouldn't like someone doing that, but I liked it. I liked being the one in charge.
"Later, I started thinking she had kind of a girl crush on me. And I didn't mind that, either. I thought she was nice the way she'd do things for me. I loved the way she'd look at me sometimes. I never saw her look at anybody like that except me.
"Is that what made it more than just best friends?" Julia wanted to know. "I didn't have a best friend like that, but I can imagine wanting to do what she wanted to do and go where she wanted to go."
"No, that wasn't it," said Charlene. "That came a little later after school started. It was this time of year, actually. Her parents had to go back to the city they used to live in to finish selling their house there. They didn't want to take Donna out of school and she asked if she could stay with me while they were gone. My folks said it was okay and that she could stay in my room with me until her parents came back."
* * *
That first night, Donna took a shower before bed. I was setting up this roll-away spare bed we had in the bedroom when she came into the room wrapped in a towel. She closed the door and got her nightgown out of her suitcase. Then she just took the towel off and hung it on a chair.
I was surprised that she'd be so casual about getting naked in front of me. I hadn't really seen another girl nude like that before. We had private showers and changing areas in gym class. I hadn't realized how well developed she was under all those loose clothes she wore. Even though she was younger than me, her breasts were bigger and her hips were more filled out. She even had more pubic hair than me. I was actually kind of jealous.
I started finding myself wondering how her breasts would feel. I was sure they'd be soft. After I watched her pull the nightgown on I decided I had to say something or I'd lose my nerve.
"Uh, Donna?" I asked hesitantly.
"What?" she said.
"I want to ask you somethin', but I'm afraid you're gonna think I'm weird for asking...," I started.
"No, I won't," she said.
"I was kinda lookin' while you were... naked," I said. "An', I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind if I... kinda..."
She had a funny look on her face an' I wasn't sure if I should ask, but I'd already started, so I figured I might as well say it.
"Would you think I was weird if I wanted to touch your breasts?" I blurted out. "I never touched another girl before, an' I'm... kinda curious. You can say no and we can forget I said anything."
"You really want to?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah," I answered. "I do."
"Okay," she said.
Donna took a couple steps over to where I was sitting on the roll-away bed. I started to reach up to touch her on top of her nightgown, but she pulled it up and exposed her breasts to me! I wasn't expecting her to do that, but I liked that even better. I cupped her breasts in my hand and gently squeezed them. Her nipples were hard, like chocolate covered raisins. I could feel her heart beating under my hand. My own heart was pounding, too.
"They're so soft!" I told her. "And so big for a ninth grader! I'm totally jealous!"
"Thank you," she said.
I think she was blushing. It was hard to tell, since her skin was so dark, but her face seemed even darker that moment. After a minute or two, I put my hands back down.
"You want me to put my nightgown back down?" she asked shyly.
"You can put it back, yeah," I said. "Thanks for... you know..."
I figured I should reciprocate and make the offer.
"Do you wanna..., you know..., touch mine?" I asked her.
"Uh huh," she said.
I was wearing pajamas, so I unbuttoned the top and stood up. Donna put her hands on my breasts and gently caressed them. It felt wonderful! I could feel my pussy tingling and it made me kind of embarrassed. I mean, here I was getting excited about having another girl feel me up! She stopped after half a minute or so and I buttoned up my top.
"Yours are so pretty, Charlene," she said. "I love your pink nipples. They're so soft and beautiful."
"Thanks," I told her.
I knew I was blushing and that she could tell. I wasn't sure what to say now, so I changed the subject.
"It's kinda late so I guess we should go to sleep," I said. "You can sleep in my bed since you're the guest. I'll use the roll-away bed."
"No," she said. "I won't put you out of your bed. I'll sleep on it. I'll be fine."
There she goes again, I thought. Always thinking of me before herself. So sweet and precious.
Nothing more happened that night, but my mind was working overtime. I couldn't stop thinking about her and how her body looked and felt. I wondered if she was thinking the same thing. It took forever to get to sleep that night.
* * *
"So that's how it started," Charlene said. "We didn't exactly have sex or anything. I was just curious. I mean, it's natural for a girl to be curious about that kind of thing. Don't you think so, Julia?"
Julia wasn't sure how to answer. The time she'd been with Marge, the lady truck driver from the diner, it wasn't out of curiosity so much as it had been out of her desire to serve and please a white lady.
On the other hand, Julia had entertained fleeting thoughts about her friend Laura from high school, but she'd never really acted on it. Of course, had Laura asked to touch her breasts the way Charlene had asked Donna, she would have agreed to it with little hesitation.
"Um, yeah, I guess so," allowed Julia. "I don't think that makes either of you lesbians or anything, though."
"You're right, it doesn't," said Charlene. "But, that was just the beginning. After that is when it became a little clearer. Do you want to hear it?"
Even without knowing what happened next, Julia was already starting to identify with Donna. She could easily imagine herself allowing Charlene to take liberties with her body the way the white girl's black friend had. Thinking about it was getting her a little heated up.
"Yes," said Julia. "Of course, I want to hear it."
* * *
The next day we went to school as if nothing had happened. It felt a little surreal casually interacting with Donna after the intimacy we'd shared the previous night. I started thinking that maybe I was making too big a deal out of it and that to her, it was unremarkable that she and her best friend had felt each other's naked breasts. I have to admit that I was a little disappointed by that.
Since Donna didn't have any classes in the high school building, I didn't see her again until the bus ride home. Still, she said nothing about it and I didn't want to be the one to bring it up and reveal how much I'd been thinking about it. Back at my house, we did homework, read some, and listened to a couple records until my parents came home from work. It was pretty much like it had always been between us.
We watched TV after dinner and when it was bed time, Donna took a shower while I changed into my pajamas. Just like the previous night, she walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel and closed the door. I had my eyes on her the whole time, waiting for her to take the towel off. I felt a little weird wanting to see my best friend, another girl, nude. But, she was going to get naked whether I liked it or not, so I figured there wasn't any harm in looking.
Without a hint of self-consciousness, Donna took the towel off and hung it over the back of my desk chair. This time, however, she didn't put her nightgown on. Instead she just sat on the edge of the roll-away bed and looked around the room. She looked so cute and vulnerable sitting there naked that way.
I was a little ashamed of myself for looking at my best friend with perverted ideas in my head and I was a little embarrassed to feel a tingling down between my legs. After a few minutes, I started wondering why Donna wasn't getting dressed for bed.
"Aren't you gonna put something on?" I asked.
"Oh, sorry," she said, clearly embarrassed. "I jus' thought that if you... you know... wanted to... touch me again like last night it'd be easier this way... I'll put my nightgown on..."
"No, don't," I heard myself say quickly.
Donna looked right at me after I stopped her. I'd surprised myself by speaking up that way. But, it was like she was actually offering me her naked body to touch if I wanted to touch it. My desire to do so trumped my inhibitions. It was if another part of me took over.
"Come over here," I told her. "Lay next to me."
I moved to the far side of my bed from Donna, making space for her. She got up and walked over to me and got on my bed, laying on her back beside me. I was on my side, facing her, propping my head up with one arm. If she'd looked vulnerable sitting on the roll-away bed a few minutes ago, she was even more so now, naked on her back next to me. I could feel the excitement in my body like electricity and I wondered if she felt it, too.
I reached over and put my hand on her bare breast and started running my fingers over her naked brown flesh. Donna's body was so soft and warm. Her nipples hardened instantly when I brushed against them.
"So..., it doesn't feel weird to have me... touching you this way?" I asked.
"I dunno...," she answered softly. "Maybe a little... I like it, though. It feels good."
All I could think of was how sweet and precious she was. I gently squeezed one of her breasts and then the other. My face was so close to hers that I could see her nostrils flare from her deep breathing as I caressed her soft dark skin.
Donna looked into my eyes for a moment before closing them. Her thick lips seemed so inviting and I could swear that she was waiting for me to kiss her. Without thinking, I moved my head and pressed my lips against hers and kissed her. I got a warm tingle inside me when I felt her kiss me back.
Last night had been two friends, curious about each other's bodies. Now, I knew a line had been crossed. But, I didn't care. I kissed her again, longer this time. Donna didn't resist at all and kissed me back.
My hand was still on her breast as I continued to kiss her. Slowly, I moved my hand down over her belly until I could feel her curly black pussy hairs under my fingers. Donna's eyes remained closed and she continued to be receptive to my kisses. As my hand went lower, I felt her legs part, as if she was eager to have her best friend explore her sex.
I heard her make a soft whimpering sound as I gently ran my fingers over her vagina. Donna's pussy was hot and slick with wetness. I felt myself relax when I realized that she was aroused by what I was doing to her. At first, I'd been afraid she was just letting me do what I wanted because she was naturally submissive, but now I was sure she wanted it.
She whimpered again when my fingers brushed against her clit, which was peeking out between her pussy lips. Donna was even more excited than I first thought and my own arousal was feeding off of hers. I started rubbing her sex the way I liked to rub my own when I masturbated. All the while, I kept kissing her soft lips.
Donna started moaning quietly and began bucking her hips against my hand. It encouraged me to go harder. The more pressure I applied, the louder her moans. The faster I went, the more vigorously she humped back. It was like I was playing a musical instrument, except that instead of an inanimate object, I was playing my best friend's naked body.
Soon, the bucking of her hips and the sound of her moans became more frantic and I could tell that Donna must be getting close to orgasm. There was something about having the power to elicit such feelings in another person that was exhilarating. Her pussy was gushing at this point. I was determined to keep it up until she got off.
At last, her eyes opened and her lips parted and she cried out softly. The sounds Donna made were simply delicious to me. I'd never heard anything so precious before. It was incredible.
* * *
Julia realized she'd been rocking slightly from side to side as she sat on the edge of her bed listening to Charlene's story. She easily imagined herself in Donna's place even though it was another girl using her body. She remembered well what it felt like to lay passively while a white boy played with her intimate parts, amusing himself by causing the uncontrollable sensations to flow through her body. Having it be a white girl taking charge of her wasn't so different.
Hearing the first hand account of how Charlene enjoyed Donna's body made Julia understand even more clearly of the pleasure experienced by someone a negro girl submitted to. She found herself happy knowing that her roommate's black friend had pleased her. Deep inside her, she knew that's how it should be.
"So, do you understand now?" asked Charlene. "What we did wasn't exactly something friends did all the time."
"Maybe it wasn't," agreed Julia. "I can imagine it happening with someone you feel close to."
"I thought you might get weirded out by it," smiled Charlene. "But, you, uh, really seemed to be gettin' into it."
"Well, it's a pretty hot story," said Julia. "She must have felt very vulnerable the way she pretty much offered herself to you. I'm sure she was happy how you reacted."
"Yeah," said Charlene. "Seeing how happy she was really touched me. It turned out she'd been wantin' to do something like that with me for a while."
"Really?" asked Julia.
"Yes," answered Charlene. "I was really surprised when she told me. It's like there was this whole other side to her I had no clue about."
"I can imagine," said Julia.
"You know, I've never told anybody about any of this before," started Charlene. "You're the first person I've talked to that seemed like they'd understand without thinkin' there's somethin' wrong with it. You wanna hear more?"
"Of course!", smiled Julia.
"Well, it was right after I.. did what I did to her... You know, making her cum," Charlene started. "It was so quiet, all I could hear was her breathing. I just watched her laying there. The room smelled like pussy. I'll never forget the moment."
* * *
After Donna calmed down and lay quietly, I took my hand out from between her legs. It was slick with her wetness. I looked into her eyes and smiled. She shyly smiled back at me.
"Was that okay?" I asked her, still harboring a little uncertainty about what I'd just done with her.
"Yeah," she said bashfully. "I really liked it. I been... thinkin' about this happenin' for a long time."
"Really?" I said, a little surprised.
"Yeah...," she said. "Sometimes I think about it when I'm... you know... touchin' myself there. I imagine that it's you touchin' me."
"Wow," I said. "I had no idea."
"I guess it's pretty weird, huh?" she said. "Thinkin' about another girl doin' that to you."
"Well...," I started to say, "I don't know about weird... Unusual, maybe. When did you start thinkin' that?"
"You mean about you?" she replied. "Um... probably right after I met you."
"That soon?" I asked.
"Well, I been thinkin' about stuff like that since before then," she answered. "I mean, I been thinkin' about it since I was in sixth grade. I had this teacher... a white lady... Miss Adams... I guess I kind of had a crush on her. She was so pretty and was always real nice to me.
"At night sometimes I'd think about her while I played with myself. Gradually, I started thinking about her playin' with me. She'd be next to me like you are now, rubbin' on my pussy an' tellin' me stuff.
"Stuff?" I asked. "Like what?"
Donna looked like she was blushing again.
"Um...," she started. "I can't say it. It's too embarrassin'."
"Come on," I coaxed her. "Tell me."
"It sounds silly," she said. "I mean, I liked thinkin' about it when I was... you know... worked up. But, now... it jus' seems silly."
"I won't think it's silly," I assured her.
"Okay," said Donna. "I'd imagine her tellin' me that she liked me and that she thought I was pretty... When I'd cum she'd tell me I was a good girl... Pretty silly, huh?"
"It's not silly, Donna," I told her.
"Well, afterwards, I'd always feel embarrassed about likin' that," she said. "But, that didn't stop me from doin' it again an' again."
I didn't know what to say next, so I just looked at her laying there naked on her back. I was pretty worked up from doing what I'd done and from what she'd told me. I thought about asking her to do me like I'd done her, but I just wasn't ready to have another girl touch me there.
"Do you ever think about stuff like that?" she asked finally.
"Not like that, no," I said. "Well, not until now. I thought about it alot after last night. I really liked that... and this, too."
"But you didn't... you know... cum," she said.
"I liked makin' you cum," I told her. "It felt like I was... I don't know... in control of you."
"I felt it, too," said Donna. "I liked how it felt when you were playin' with my pussy, but I liked havin' you do what you wanted with me even more. It was jus' like what I think about when I do that 'cept it was happening for real."
I noticed that my clock radio said it was already after midnight.
"We better go to sleep," I said. "We have to go to school in the morning."
"Yeah, you're right," said Donna, starting to sit up.
"Where are you goin'?" I asked.
"I thought we were goin' to sleep," she replied, puzzled.
"We are," I told her. "I want you to sleep with me... here in my bed."
"You do?" she said.
"Of course," I said.
"You want me to put my night gown on?" she asked, bashfully.
"No," I told her. "I want you to stay naked."
"'kay," she replied softly.
Donna layed back down and I pulled the covers up over us.
"Good girl," I whispered to her.
She smiled so sweetly, I almost kissed her again.
* * *
"So, Donna had some interesting fantasies," said Charlene. "The idea that she thought about me doin' stuff like that with her to get off was so unexpected. I didn't know what to think. However, as I lay there next to her as she fell asleep, naked in my bed, I couldn't stop thinking about it and what it meant. She liked the idea of being controlled. And, she liked the idea of me doing it. So did I. It was a total rush and I was looking forward to doing more with her."
On the one hand, Julia was having a little difficulty believing that Charlene's friend would share such intimate details with her. On the other hand, Julia had had similar feelings herself and knew how strong the desire to experience her fantasies in real life could be. Besides, what would the white girl have to gain by making it all up?
It was then that she realized that, true or not, Charlene might be telling her this story in the interest of feeling out Julia to gauge her interest in such things. Perhaps the white girl wanted to do those kinds of things with her. The colored girl was surprised to feel a familiar tingle between her legs at the thought of it.
"I've had fantasies like that, kind of," said Julia. "They were about guys, though. But, they were about them wanting me and using me and enjoying me."
"Oh, Donna's fantasies got a little more extreme than that," said Charlene. "Naturally, she was reluctant to tell me out of fear of what I'd think about her. But, at the same time, I think she really wanted to tell me because she wanted me to help bring them to life. I'd never thought about stuff like that in such detail and I really wanted to hear more. Everything she'd told me so far was..., well..., turning me on."
* * *
Donna fell asleep quickly, but I stayed awake for a good while. I'd never actually shared a bed with anyone before. Plus, I couldn't stop thinking about what we'd just done and wondering where this would lead. Controlling her that way and enjoying her body was an incredible experience that I'd never really imagined. Based upon her reaction as well as her words, it was something she'd want to do again, too. I was curious about what else got this girl going since I had a pretty good idea there was alot more going on with her.
Although I was anxious to try to learn more about Donna's fantasies, I didn't bring it up until after school the next day. As usual, my parents weren't home when we got back to the house that afternoon. We went up to my room. I decided to take the initiative this time.
"I want to see you naked again, Donna," I told her once I'd put my school books down. "I want to touch you like I did last night."
"Right now?" she asked, surprised.
"That's right," I smiled. "Right now. I've been waiting all day."
Donna looked at me for long moment and I started to think I may have come on a little strong. Right away I was wishing I'd waited until tonight when we went to bed since she probably would have gotten naked for me on her own. I don't know if she could tell that I was having second thoughts or not, but she broke eye contact with me and looked down.
"'kay," she said softly. "If you really want me to."
I was instantly relieved and could feel my excitement building. Having Donna friend obey and strip naked for me made me feel powerful. It was an incredible rush. I was already imagining myself as the pretty white lady in Donna's fantasy.
"Of course I do," I told her. "You're a very pretty girl. I like seeing you naked."
She smiled bashfully and started unbuttoning her blouse.
"That's a good girl," I said, encouraging her.
Donna glanced up at me and smiled again as she let her blouse slip off her shoulders. She undid her skirt and stepped out of it. Then the bra came off followed by her panties. My best friend stood there in front of me, her naked black body waiting for my touch. I stepped up to her and put my hand on her breast, squeezing it gently.
"You're so pretty, Donna," I said in a low voice. "I've always thought so. And so soft. I love your body."
"Thank you," she said in a small voice. "I'm glad."
"Now, I want you to lay down on my bed," I instructed her.
I watched her take a few steps over to my bed. She did have a nice ass. Way more shapely than mine. I still couldn't get over what a womanly body she had already. I also couldn't get over how much I loved looking at her.
After Donna lay in the bed, I lay next to her, pretty much the way I'd been last night. I was on my side and she was on her back. Slowly, I ran my hand over her breasts, across her belly, and down to her thighs. As my hand brushed over her pussy hairs, she opened her thighs up, inviting me to touch her intimate parts. I put my hand between her legs and cupped her vagina. I could feel the heat radiating off her sex. She was quite wet, too.
"So this is what you always think about when you masturbate?" I asked. "Having a pretty white lady rub your pussy?"
That made Donna blush. I was certain of it this time. She got all shy and her face got a little darker. I wasn't sure why, but making her get embarrassed that way gave me a thrill.
"Not always...," she said after a pause.
"What else do you think about?" I pressed her, loving her embarrassment.
"I can't say it, Charlene," Donna protested. "You'd definitely think there was somethin' wrong with me. Don't make me tell you."
"But now I want you to tell me even more," I smiled. "Tell me, Donna. Tell me what you think about when you masturbate, Donna."
"Well...," she started slowly. "Some of it is just how I think of myself... I like to imagine that I'm... well... kind of the white lady's pet. At least, that's how she treats me. Touching me... Petting me... Telling me I'm pretty... Telling me I'm a good girl... I guess you wouldn't really play with a pet this way..."
"I understand," I said, starting to stroke her pussy. "This is the kind of petting you want, right?"
"Uh huh," she said, blushing.
"You're such a pretty girl...," I whispered to her, still rubbing her pussy. "So pretty..."
Donna whimpered and started bucking her hips. Clearly I was doing it right.
"Does that feel good, pet?" I asked.
"Uh huh," she replied, her voice dreamy.
"You like being my pet, don't you?" I asked her
"Yes," she answered softly.
"I like it, too," I told her. "I like having such a pretty pet to play with."
She started really humping at my hand so I rubbed her pussy even harder. Donna moaned and I knew she was close.
"Are you gonna cum for me, pet?" I asked her.
"Uh huh," she whimpered.
"Okay," I said.
Donna cried out and her pussy gushed on my hand. She came a lot harder than she had the previous night.
"Good girl," I told her. "That's a good girl."
I moved my head close to her and kissed her.
"Would you hold me?" she asked.
"Of course," I said, putting my arm around her.
We lay there like that for a few minutes before Donna spoke.
"You really surprised me when you told me to get naked for you," she said.
"Why?" I asked, smiling. "You know I liked what we did last night."
"Well...," she said. "I wasn't sure... I guess I was afraid you got weirded out by how I was actin' last night. I mean... you know... rubbin' myself on you that way. I know you're a good friend an' wouldn't want to make me feel bad, so I thought you might just be sayin' that so I wouldn't feel bad."
"I wouldn't pretend about something like that," I told her. "Besides, I started it when I asked to touch your breasts so it's not like I was jus' goin' along with you."
"True," she said. "I mean, having you do that to me an' everythin'... was kinda too good to be true... I've been imaginin' that happenin' for so long that when it did, I couldn't believe it. And now... hearin' you tell me... you know... I jus' love it!"
"So do I," I told her. "I like you being my pet. I can't explain why, but I really like it alot."
"It was so hard to tell you about that...," said Donna. "I was afraid what you'd think of me. I'm glad I did."
"Me, too," I agreed. "Don't worry about what I'll think, Donna. You can tell me anything. I have a feeling we'd both like it."
Donna was silent for a long few seconds before speaking.
"There's more, but it's really embarrassing," she said finally.
"I like embarrassing," I said, smiling at her. "I like it a lot."
"Okay," said Donna. "I like to think of the pretty white lady really treating me like a pet. Like a puppy dog. I have to be on the floor on all fours. Naked. And I have to crawl around for her. She likes to... um... look at me... well... examine me, really. Like, I have to stick my butt in the air and spread my legs so she can check out my stuff."
"She says how pretty I am even when I'm like that. She's so sweet to me even though she makes me do nasty things like that. She always tells me I'm a good girl for doin' it. Of course, she... you know... pets me, too.
"That's not so embarrassing, considering what you've already told me," I said.
"Well, I didn't tell you how I... sometimes... kind of act it out when I'm alone in my room," Donna said. "I take off my clothes an' get down on the floor an' crawl around pretendin' the pretty white lady is watchin' me. I stick my butt up for her, too. Then I..., touch myself. Pretty weird, huh?"
"Unusual, maybe...," I said. "But, I think I'd like seein' you do it."
"There's more...," said Donna, blushing. "Since I'm her pet I have to... lick her hand... you know... like a dog. Her feet, too. When I think about havin' to do that, it gives me a tingly feeling in my stomach... an' between my legs. Is that gross? Me wantin' to do that?"
"No, it's not gross," I told her. "That's what pets should do, isn't it?"
"Yeah...," she replied, hesitantly. "The thing that you might really think is perverted is... you know how dogs sometimes... um... sniff your crotch? I want to put my head between the pretty white lady's legs an' lick her there."
That took me by surprise; hearing how Donna wanted to lick her fantasy white lady's pussy. Last night I didn't feel ready to have her touch me there, but right this moment I wanted to feel her tongue licking my pussy. I couldn't believe how bad I wanted it. I was thinking of whether I should just come out and tell her so, but I couldn't say the words.
"Too perverted, huh?" said Donna bashfully. "I probably should have kept that part to myself."
She'd interpreted my silence the wrong way. I was afraid I'd lose the moment if I didn't say something quickly.
"No, it's not too perverted!" I said suddenly. "I'm glad you told me."
"Well, it makes me sound like a lesbo, doesn't it?" she asked.
"Maybe," I answered. "Does it make me sound like one for wanting you to do it?"
"Really?" she replied, seriously. "You want me to do... that to you?"
"Yes, Donna," I told her. "All of it. It's all new to me. It's stuff I never really thought about like that before. But, since the other night, I can't think about anything else. All this stuff you're telling me now has me feeling stuff I never felt. I know how hard it must have been to say it to me, not knowin' how I'd react, because it's hard for me to tell you how much it's turning me on an' I know you're into it. I don't why I should be afraid you'd think I was a perverted lesbo for wantin' it when you're the one sayin' you wanna do it!"
"I understand," she said, smiling. "This is such a relief! I was afraid you'd regret doin' what we did... I mean now that you know what kind of stuff I'm thinkin' about."
"I don't regret anything," I assured her. "I like doin' this with you. I wanna do more."
"You do?" Donna giggled.
I was just about to see what it was like to have a real life pet girl! But then, I heard the front door close. My mom was home from work!
"Shit," I said. "You better get dressed. My mom 'll come up here in a minute."
Donna gathered her clothes and hurried to the bathroom to get dressed. I just sat up on the bed, my head spinning and my heart pounding. I was just about to cross another line, but got interrupted. I hoped the moment wasn't lost.
* * *
Julia found herself squeezing her thighs together, putting pressure on her clit, as she listened to Charlene's story. She'd thought it was about to reach a climax where the black girl ended up servicing her pretty white friend. Actually, she was a little surprised at herself for getting so aroused by a story like that. Of course, she wasn't exactly a stranger to serving a white woman. But, even though she wasn't sure the story was even true, she wanted to hear the rest.
"So, did you two... do it?" asked Julia.
"Would you be shocked if we did?" grinned Charlene. "What do you think about maybe havin' a lesbo for a roommate? Aren't you afraid I'd make some kind of move on you?"
"Why would I be shocked?" said Julia. "That kind of stuff doesn't bother me at all."
"Really?" replied Charlene. "Then I'll tell you what happened."
* * *
When Donna came out of the bathroom dressed, she acted like nothing had happened at all. My mom didn't seem to notice that my room smelled like pussy, either. When my dad came home we had dinner, just like any other day.
Finally, when it was time for bed, Donna and I went up to my room. As usual, she took a shower before turning in. I changed into my pajamas and sat on my bed and waited for her. Like the other nights, she returned wrapped in a towel, closed the door, and hung the towel on a chair before sitting naked on the roll-away bed.
"Come here, Donna," I said with a little authority in my voice.
Donna stood up. I could tell she was blushing for sure. Encouraged by her reaction, I decided to go all the way.
"Pets don't stand up like that," I told her. "Get down on the floor where you belong."
The expression on Donna's face was one I'd never seen on her before. Where it looked like she might giggle a moment ago, now she had an almost blank look on her face. Immediately, I thought I'd gone too far too fast.
However, after a moment, Donna got down on all fours on my bedroom floor. The rush I felt seeing her humble herself obediently in front of me at my command was incredible. My clit was buzzing.
"Crawl to me," I ordered her. "Like a doggy."
Wordlessly, my best friend crawled naked across the carpet to me. Watching her titties swing as she went was turning me on even though I knew I shouldn't be getting excited watching another girl. Donna stopped crawling when she reached my bed.
"Good girl," I praised her. "Good pet."
"Thank you," she said in a small voice.
I don't know where it came from, but suddenly a thought flashed into my head. A thought that made my pussy twitch.
"Call me "Mistress" when we're like this," I ordered her. "Do you understand?"
This was the first new thing that I introduced into our play. I hoped Donna would react positively to it.
"Yes, Mistress," said Donna.
"Good girl," I told her again.
I held out my hand to her, right in front of her face, and waited. Donna looked up at me for a moment and then moved her head until her lips were touching my hand. I felt her kiss it once and then again before I saw her pink tongue come out from between her thick lips. Hesitantly at first, she started licking my hand. I watched her eyes move up to meet mine as she continued running her soft tongue over my fingers and palm.
"That's a good girl," I said. "Now, get up on the bed with me. I want to examine you."
Donna obeyed and climbed up on the bed. At first she just waited on her hands and knees next to where I was sitting, her head bowed, but towards me. That wasn't what I had in mind, though. I was ready to go all the way with this now and I wanted to examine her the way she told me she fantasized about.
"Turn around, pet," I instructed her. "Stick your pretty bottom up in the air for me so I can examine you properly."
"Yes, Mistress," she said.
After she turned around, Donna rested her head on the bed with her ass up. She did have a nice ass and I was enjoying looking at it. She definitely had the body of a woman more mature than a ninth grader.
"Spread those legs now," I ordered. "I want to see everything."
Immediately, Donna moved her legs apart and I was looking at her exposed sex, inches away. Her pussy lips were very dark, but I could see pink where they'd parted. Her clit was peeking out from between her lips and I could tell she was wet. The aroma of her musk was strong and added to my arousal.
"You're such a pretty girl," I said warmly. "Such a pretty pussy."
"Thank you, Mistress," she replied.
She seemed to be enjoying it, but I wanted to hear it from her.
"How do you feel, Donna?" I asked her.
"Embarrassed," she replied. "Turned on."
"Good," I said. "I'm glad. Hold still."
I liked knowing she was embarrassed by having to show her private parts off to me, but still did it anyways. I also liked that it turned her on to do it, because it sure as hell was turning me on to make her. I wanted even more, though.
Reaching out, I put my hands on the cheeks of her ass and spread them out. I could see everything she had. I'd just die if our situations were reversed. But, she just took it without moving. My pussy was really jumping now.
"How about now, pet?" I asked. "I can see your asshole and your cunt. How does that make you feel?"
"Like an animal," she answered.
"You are an animal, Donna," I told her. "My pet girl. Hold your ass like this for me so I can enjoy myself with you."
"Yes, Mistress," she replied.
I sat and watched Donna grab her ass cheeks and spread them so I could look at her most intimate parts. I took my hand and ran my fingers down the crack of her ass, making sure to touch her asshole. She quivered deliciously when my fingers brushed over her pussy. I gently touched her clit and she whimpered sweetly. I could see she was starting to cream. Getting a reaction like this out of her made me feel like I was in total control of my friend's body and it was an amazing feeling.
Suddenly, I felt an overpowering urge to take her... penetrate her. I ran my index finger along her slit, pushing it between her lips until I came to her hole. She gasped when I pushed it in. It was so soft and wet and warm inside Donna's vagina. I started finger fucking her. I could feel her muscles contracting on me in an uncontrollable, animalistic reaction to what I was doing to her.
"I'm inside you now, Donna," I told her. "I'm fucking you. How do you like that?"
"Uh huh...," she groaned.
Donna put her face against my pillow in an effort to muffle her moans. The faster and harder I plunged my finger in and out of her cunt the louder she moaned and the tighter she squeezed. I think it took less than a minute before she came with her legs trembling and her cream dripping off her soaked vagina.
"That's a good pet...," I cooed to her. "Cum for me like a good girl... That's the way... Good girl..."
I let Donna remain like that, her ass in the air, her legs splayed obscenely, her puffy pussy glistening with her clit popped out between her lips. After a minute or so, she started to calm down She raised her head up off the bed, but I stopped her.
"I didn't say you could get up, pet," I told her. "I'm not done with you."
"Sorry..., Mistress," said Donna.
"I want you to show me what a grateful pet you are," I said. "Get down on the floor where you belong. I think you'll know what to do..."
Slowly, Donna got up and climbed down off the bed. She looked up at me from her hands and knees with a questioning look on her face. Grinning, I lifted one foot up and stuck it in front of her face for a second before putting it back down on the floor. My best friend lowered herself and kissed the foot I'd put in her face. After a few kisses, she started licking it like a dog.
Again, I experienced that feeling of exhilaration at exercising control over another human being. Donna was willingly humiliating herself at my command; licking my feet while prostrating herself naked before me. My pussy was literally throbbing.
"That's enough," I said after she finished licking both of my feet to my satisfaction.
I moved around until I was laying on my back on the bed, slightly propped up by my pillows. I opened my legs up and patted my thigh.
"Here, pet," I said. "You can sniff my crotch like a dog."
Donna got up on the bed again and knelt between my legs. She lowered her head down between my thighs. I could feel her nose pressed up against my pussy through my pajama bottoms.
"Kiss it," I ordered her.
Without hesitation, Donna started kissing. It felt good, but it wasn't long before I wanted more. I lifted my ass up off the bed.
"Pull my pajamas off," I told her.
Reaching up, Donna took hold of the pajama bottom's waistband and pulled them down. I rested my ass back down on the bed and lifted my feet so she could get them off. As soon as she set them to one side, I spread my legs wide.
"Kiss it," I commanded.
I loved the look on Donna's face as she gazed between my legs. It made me feel very sexy and desirable to see the hungry look in her eyes looking at my sex. She went back down and kissed me again, right on my pussy lips. It was incredible how soft and warm her kisses felt.
"Lick it now," I directed her. "Don't stop until I tell you to."
Nothing I'd ever experienced felt as good as Donna's tongue on my pussy. Of course, I'd played with myself plenty of times and I'd even let a boy or two touch me there, but it was nothing like the feel of my best friend's tongue licking me. I had to cover my mouth to muffle the moans I heard myself making for fear of my parents hearing and coming to find out what was going on.
Involuntarily, I put Donna in a head lock with my thighs, forcibly preventing her from pulling away from my cunt. I don't think she cared because she just kept licking. I heard myself cry out when I felt her tongue on my clit.
"Stick your tongue in," I gasped.
Instantly, I felt Donna's tongue in my hole. A second later I came harder than I'd ever cum before in my life. She just kept pushing her tongue in as far as she could through my orgasm and get up until my body went slack and I managed to say she could stop.
"Good girl...," I said dreamily. "Good girl..."
"Thank you, Mistress," she said back.
I looked up to see Donna's face smiling at me, her black skin glistening with my juices. My sweet devoted pet, so proud of having pleased her mistress. She looked beautiful. I was completely drained. All I could do was move over a little to make room for her to lay next me. I fell asleep soon after she snuggled up to me.
* * *
"So, yeah, we did it," smiled Charlene. "It was incredible."
Julia was still rocking slightly, putting pressure on her clit, as Charlene's story came to a stopping point. The colored girl could easily imagine herself as Donna, even the part about servicing her white mistress. She understood that her roommate may be embellishing the facts or even making it up, but it still rang true with her.
The idea of actually going down on another woman and licking her pussy wasn't something she'd ever imagined to be arousing to her. But, now, she realized that for her, it wasn't the sexual act that excited her; it was pleasing a white lady and making her feel towards her the way Charlene felt towards Donna.
Charlene's gaze remained on Julia, clearly waiting for a response to what she'd just told her. The negro girl now saw the unmistakable look of desire in the white girl's eyes. Fact or fiction, the story was intended to feel her out if not to seduce her. And, judging by the tingling between the colored girl's legs, it was having an effect.
"It sure sounds that way," said Julia, unable to think of anything else to say. "It's like you two were made for each other. It wasn't just one time, was it?"
"Oh, no, it went on the whole time I was in high school," said Charlene. "After that night, her parents came back so our sleep over arrangement ended for the moment, which was too bad. But, we managed to find plenty of chances for me to enjoy my pet. If you want, I'll tell you some more. Right now, I better get showered and dressed. I've gotta get to the library.
"I'd like that," said Julia.
"Hearing more or takin' a shower with me?" grinned Charlene.
"Hearing more!" said Julia quickly.
Charlene got out of bed and took her pajamas off. Julia had never seen her roommate naked before and found herself unable to look away. The white girl noticed her watching and smiled as she put her robe on.
"You sure?" asked Charlene. "You'd get to look at me some more in the shower."
"Sorry, I didn't mean to stare...," stammered Julia. "I wasn't thinking."
"It's cool," replied Charlene. "Maybe another time."
Julia watched as Charlene left the dorm room and made her way to the bathroom. Her face was burning with embarrassment at having been caught peeking at her roommate. She hadn't intended to do it... It just happened.
After getting finishing dressing, Julia walked over to the dining commons for breakfast. She couldn't stop thinking about Charlene and her story. She wondered if she'd be part of the next chapter.
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