She (21 f) wanted to see a white dick (21m) [MF]

Senior year of college, I was working as an RA. I had just broken up with my only long term girlfriend of my undergrad years, and it was a bad breakup, so I wasn’t exactly ready to see anyone new yet. So at the time of this story, there wasn’t anyone in my life I was even flirting with. At least intentionally. There was June.

June was an RA two floors above my ow in the building where I worked. She was also one of those people who is ridiculously involved in everything on campus. She was Vice President of the Black Student Union, active in Student Government, and was a member of a ton of different clubs and orgs, and on the school’s track and field team in addition to working for Housing. God knows how she got the grades she did. So yeah, brilliant girl. She was also really pretty. June was a first generation American whose folks were from Nigeria. She was maybe 5’6, or 5’7, usually kept her hair natural but short, with these gorgeous dark brown eyes and an absolutely radiant smile. She also had runners legs and the kinda ass that gives a guy neck pains. Oh, and she wore glasses, which probably for most people isn’t a major thing but for me is a major, major thing.

June and I didn’t really get along so great at first. I found her kind of reserved, she found my sense of humor immature. Probably because my sense of humor was immature. Whose wasn’t at 21? But by the end of the first semester we were not necessarily the best of friends, but we had a really fun working relationship. I enjoyed spending time around her, genuinely. And maybe I was getting a bit of a crush. You probably would’ve too.

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So it’s the last day of the semester and the dorms are *dead.* It’s just the other RAs, so we are all hanging out on the roof of the building, drinking alcohol we confiscated from some freshmen. Yeah, that shitty handle of rum your RA took from you first semester? I wouldn’t take the odds that they actually flushed it. RAs are students too, we have needs.

Well the other RAs in the building all ended up giving their goodbyes and heading their own separate ways, leaving June and I on the roof. I almost didn’t notice her sliding closer to me as we traded a bottle back and forth.

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“So how’s the love life? she asked me and I kinda scoffed. “What love life?” I shrugged. I had seen a couple of girls that semester, but nothing really serious.

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“What love life,” she laughed. “Like the entire BSU didn’t hear about you and Keisha. That girl has a big mouth.”

I was intimately familiar with how big Keisha’s mouth was, of course. She and I had met at a party way back in September, and I’d gone back to her place. The sex was kind of unmemorable, but she was my first rebound after the breakup, so I was also probably not the best partner.

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“Don’t worry, Keisha told us good things.” June said and then laughed kinda self consciously, obviously a bit drunk and revealing more than she meant to.

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“Oh yeah, like what?” I teased.

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“She said you were… a lot bigger than she expected a white dude to be.” June laughed. Call it ego, but I wasn’t surprised that is what she said. Partially because she said as much to my face, partially because my size is significantly larger than average. Fuck it, no need to be humble in an anonymous internet post: my cock is around the 8 inch mark in length, and quite thick. It’s as much a curse as it is a blessing, honestly. But some women really appreciate it.

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“Well, it’s nice to hear I’m out there fighting stereotypes” I laughed. June pushed me playfully.

“I wouldn’t know.” she said shyly. “I’ve never even kissed a white dude. Far less seen one’s dick.”

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I paused for a second. All I could think of were A) it would be a really bad idea to kiss a fellow RA and B) it would be a great idea to kiss June. If only those two ideas were reconcilable.

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Suddenly I felt her hand on my leg. “You should stop thinking so much and kiss me,” she slurred. I had had considerably more to drink that night that she had, which is probably why I listened to thought B as easily as I did, touching her lips lightly at first, then sliding my tongue in her mouth. I bit her lip and then pulled back.

“You’re a great kisser,” I told her.

“Not too bad yourself,” she whispered in my ear. Then, groping me she whispered “I’d like to see if the rumor is true,”

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She did not have to ask twice. I don’t think I’ve ever taken off a pair of jeans as quickly in my life.

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stroking me with both hands June said “Keisha’s right, you’re a big boy.” She kissed my lips again, moving her hands excruciatingly slowly, as if she were teasing me. I pinned her down against the roof, pulling at her own jeans.

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“Not here,” she said. “We should go back downstairs in case one of the others comes up.” I reluctantly agreed. It is really hard to pull pants on over one of my erections, but I managed.

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We found our way down to her room and the door was barely shut before she started undressing. I did the same, quickly, eager to free my now painfully hard cock.

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We stood opposite each other a few seconds, kind of eyeing each other over. June was not fond of wearing clothing that revealed a lot of her physique. I could have imagined some of what I was seeing. The smooth, dark complexion, the wide hips, the toned legs. I had never pictured her breasts, honestly. They were small, but perky, her dark nipples erect from the chilly night air. I grabbed her close, kissing her deeply as she grabbed for me. Her stroke was slow, confident, as her tongue entered my mouth. My hand grabbed her thick backside as the other caressed one of her nipples. I lifted her onto her bed, standing over her with my cock pulsing with need.

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She had condoms in her desk drawer. Not my preferred band, but they were large sized at lease. I rolled one on myself and applied lube as I watched her prepare herself for me. Then I grabbed her legs, thrusting maybe a bit harder than I wanted to. She covered her own mouth, first with a hand, then with a pillow. As my thrusts became deeper and more powerful I moved the pillow and covered her hand with my mouth. Not that anyone on the floor wouldn’t have heard her bed hitting the wall, or the legs scrapping on the floor. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the urgency in her eyes when she came, or the way her muscular legs spasmed against me. I erupted, tossed the condom in the trashcan, and almost wandered back to my dormroom without thinking to get dressed again. Giggling she reminded me. She kissed my cheek and then slapped my ass as I went out the door.

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That night around 1AM there was a knock on my door. I was surprised to find June in a bathrobe. “Hey,” She smiled. “Glad you are up, can I come in?”

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It was clear from her tone of voice what she wanted. If it wasn’t, it would have been crystal clear when she entered. She dropped the robe, revealing that she was wearing nothing beneath it. then pushed me back onto the bed, eagerly pulling off the basketball shorts I had been sleeping in.

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She sank to her knees. Ordinarily I am not really a fan of blowjobs and the teeth scraping that comes with them, but
June knew what she was doing. She worked on me slowly, stroking with her free hand in rhythm with the bob of her head. When I was hard again she asked where I kept my condoms. I pointed to the drawer and she found one, putting it on. She slowly allowed me to enter her,leaning forward all the way to kiss me as I did. This time she took charge, rocking her wide hips back and forth slowly, taking more of me progressively over time. She bit me as she came, trying not to scream out but failing. I asked if I could take her from behind. She seemed enthusiastic about the idea. I stood up, grabbing her hips and thrusting deep. Honestly the third position, I don’t think I lasted five minutes. She collapsed in my bed and we slept there together that night, cuddled close. In the morning she was gone back to her room.

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We agreed the next day that we couldn’t see each other while we were both RAs in the same building, and neither of us could afford to move off campus or have to suddenly pay the cost of a dorm room. Requesting a transfer didn’t occur to either of us. Instead we agreed that we would go back to being platonic friends once the semester started. Which we accomplished, more or less for a majority of the Spring semester. Until we stopped bothering, at which point sneaking around was a lot of fun.

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