Shy, impressionable white chicks were transfixed by him. He was cute, cool and extremely courteous. After a few minutes of his cool they would compete for his attention, for his favor. Sometimes one would take the initiative to squeeze his hand. Others would stand next to him, their bodies pressed against his. A few just came right out and begged to suck him off. He let them. They bragged about it and it got around. In a manner of speaking, his reputation preceded him.
Some would actually come right out and ask to see it before they asked to suck it. At first, some were very coy, very shy. But when he unzipped and pulled it out, they looked with widened eyes, often gasped audibly and either silently mouthed the words “Wow”, “Whoa” or “Oh my God” or just said them right out loud. Some asked, “Can I touch it?” but others just went ahead and did touch it. They were gentle and handled it lightly, at first, as though they were intimidated by its power. Depending on whether they were standing, or sitting on a couch or in a car, they either dropped to their knees or just leaned over, took it between their lips and started sucking. They would sigh and they physically trembled and as their mouths glided up and down his smooth silky shaft.
One day, a teacher caught a girl staring at a pencil drawing of a large, circumcised fully erect penis and testicles. It was prepared in breathtaking detail, probably traced from a photograph of a real one. Under it was written his name and a smiley face.
Momentarily taken aback, the woman teacher regained her own composure and sent the girl and the drawing to the office where she was questioned by the assistant principal. She truthfully denied ever meeting him and said she’d found the drawing on the ground. They confiscated it and released her.
Afterward, he was called to the office where he truthfully denied knowing the girl or anything about the drawing. The assistant principal, well aware of the gossip about him and his exploits, wanted to ask about the other girls he did know. Unfortunately, he had no legal basis to do so since their names were not mentioned by the first girl. The principal wasn’t technically bound by the rules of probable cause like the police, but the student’s father was a lawyer and they didn’t want to risk a lawsuit for violating his civil rights or privacy.
She was “counseled,” admonished not to possess sexually explicit material in school and released to home in an effort to minimize the inevitable embarrassment she would experience. It was believed her return to class would fuel the flames of a potential scandal. As between her return or her absence for the rest of the day, it really didn’t make much different. The school grapevine was abuzz with details of the incident, the drawing, her capture and dispatch to the office.
He was “counseled” to “be careful” and released back to class.
It was the subject of intense student gossip for several days. They were both the objects of hundreds of staring eyes. He thought it was cool and pretended not to notice. Likewise, she just pretended nothing was happening and pretended to ignore the attention directed to her. She knew she was the object of hundreds of curious eyes and just assumed the same was true for him.
He checked her out from a discrete distance after a friend pointed her out in the cafeteria. She was white and cute.
He suppressed the impulse to call her immediately and resolved to wait at least a week to let things die down. A week later, he called her at home. When she came on the line he gave her his name and said he had called to say “Hi,” and that he’d heard about what happened to her at school.
“Wow,” she said, with obvious excitement in her voice. “That’s really nice of you to call. To tell you the truth, I was hoping you’d call.”
“I just wanted to say how sorry I am for any embarrassment or problems you had,” he explained. “I hope they didn’t come down too hard on you for just having a picture.”
“That’s really nice of you, but no need for you to apologize. You didn’t do anything.” she said.
“They thought so.”
“Well screw them.”
“I like the way you think.”
“Really? You’re so nice. They tried to make a big to do out of it, but I just said I found it and it was made by someone else. They couldn’t prove me wrong so what could they do? My parents were kind of freaked out at first, especially you being black. But I played it cool and just waited them out.”
“Waited them out?”
“Yeah. They weep and wail and carry on. You just have to kind of sit back and let them get tired of it. They eventually do get tired. Then they move on. The point is don’t resist. Just let them carry on and rant and rave. Things blow over pretty quickly, actually. If you don’t argue back they think they’ve won. That’s what’s important. They think they’ve won and they lose interest. That’s what seems to work for me.”
“I hope everything’s OK.”
“Thank God they didn’t see the drawing,” she laughed. “It would have been worse.”
“Yeah. I guess so,” he laughed.
“You should have seen how the teacher looked at it.”
“Who was the teacher?”
“Miss Garvz.”
“Really?”
“Really. Her eyes practically popped out of her head.”
“No kidding. You must be a great artist.”
“Not really. It’s just having the right inspiration I think.” She paused. “You know, like really being interested in your subject.”
“That’s a great subject for you to be interested in.”
“You really think so? Even though you got hauled in and questioned too?”
“No big deal. They had nothin’.”
She’d hoped he would call her, but after a week thought he’d forgotten about her. Now he was on the line with her.
She asked if they could meet sometime and talk. Great, he answered. He could properly thank her. (Thank her for what?) She was obviously dying to meet him and that made him anxious to meet her. It was clear what she was interested in. Maybe she had a copy of the drawing he’d heard so much about that had caused so much of a disturbance at school.
The next day they met at the mall and he offered to buy her a coke. “A coke?” she said, obviously taken aback. No thanks. Better they should go some place private and avoid being seen by gossiping class mates who had no respect for anyone’s reputation. He smiled. “Sounds good to me,” he said, hoping she had in mind the same thing he did.
“Why don’t we go to my place?” he asked. “My parents both work and won’t be home for hours. It’s very private there...if you’re OK with that.”
“Yeah. I think I ah...might be OK with that.” she smiled.
On the brief walk to his car and during the fifteen minute ride to his house, they steadfastly avoided any reference to what was uppermost on both their minds, to what brought them together, but instead made forced small talk about school, final exams, various teachers and who knew whom. As they drove through an upscale residential area, he abruptly stopped talking, picked up a remote control garage door opener, held it out in front of him and pressed the button. She was surprised because he hadn’t mentioned that they were getting closed to home. Then she noticed a garage door opening and that he was slowing down the car to wheel it into the driveway.
As if by some kind of unspoken mutual understanding, both fell silent as the car entered the garage. She felt a surge of excitement. She glanced sideways at him and smiled. He picked up the remote and pressed the button. The electric garage door motor whirred away for a few seconds as they sat alone in silence and the darkness of the garage. He turned off the engine which was still running. He broke the silence.
“Come on. Let’s go on in.” He could feel her excitement as they exited the car and walked silently together to the far end of the empty house where his bedroom was located. He closed the door behind them, his penis already fully erect.
His parents wouldn’t be home for hours and they could have total privacy, total solitude. Neither wanted any more gossip at school.
“Come on back to my room,” he gestured. They walked silently from the garage through the kitchen, the living room and down the hall to the bedrooms.
They made harmless small talk, consciously avoiding any reference to the obvious subject that brought them together, even though both were anxious to get on with it. When it was obvious that she was near bursting, he asked to see the drawing.
They’d taken it away, she explained, obviously pleased that he was getting to the point, even if indirectly. He wondered how she knew what he looked like “down there” since they’d never met. She’d over heard another girl, well known to him, talking about him and her own imagination “just kind of kicked in.” She was really sorry that he was brought into it. She hoped he was not embarrassed for the whole school to be talking openly about him that way. She knew his sister heard about it and she hoped there was no ****** embarrassment.
The school had called her parents, who grilled her for hours about possessing “pictures of big dicks” and how did she know what they looked like? What was the relationship between her and this black boy whose name was on the drawing. She’d lied, of course, and said another girl put it in her desk to avoid being caught herself. She didn’t know the boy whose name was written on it and had no idea he was black. That was a lie of course. It wasn’t even her handwriting. Her parents had no choice but to believe her. The drawing was confiscated and unavailable for their examination and comparison with her writing. They dropped it without punishing her, given they had no evidence and their ******** professed her innocence.
No one notified his parents and there was no ****** embarrassment on his end, except for his sister, who’d heard about it and teased him. Of course no one believed his denials of even knowing the white girl. "Another white chick for my brothers black dick," his sister responded.
Apologizing in advance, she asked if she could ask kind of a personal question. He said sure. Guessing where she was steering the conversation, he replied that in light of what the two of them had been through together, no question could be too personal.
She smiled and said “cool.” She wanted to know if there was a resemblance between him and the drawing? Of course they hadn’t shown him the drawing or even told him about it. They just asked if he knew her and how well.
She squirmed, brushed back her hair and said she’d just wondered, that’s all. She’d drawn it based on other girls’ descriptions and she just wondered. Could she.. ah...see it?
“Oh. Sure,” he said. “No problem.”
He unzipped and pulled out his fully erect penis.
Her eyes widened and she inhaled. “Wow.” She spoke quietly, barely above a whisper. “It’s...” She inhaled, looked up at him, licked her lips and back down. “It’s, it’s really nice.” She looked up at him and then back down. “It looks...it looks. Wow.” She was breathing heavily. She looked up at him again, licked her lips and said, “It looks so powerful.” Then she looked back down. “...so powerful.”
“Is it as good as your drawing?”
“Wow,” she burbled. “It’s way better than any drawing. It’s just so powerful.”
She sighed and licked her lips. Her heart was pounding. Her body was trembling. Speaking just above a whisper, she asked diffidently, as though she was afraid he might say no. “May I please...may I please touch it?”
“If you really want to.” He was not about to say no.
“Mmmm....of course I really want to.”
Now his heart was pounding too. No matter how many times girls had stroked him or sucked him off, the anticipation of it, thrill of it never diminished. Every time was like the first time. It never got old.
She lightly stroked it first with her fingertips and then circled it with her thumb and forefinger. He gasped. It throbbed up at her touch, as though it was alive. His body stiffened and he moaned.
She smiled and, without moving her hand, kissed him. It was a long deep teenaged kiss with lots of passion and lots of tongue.
Breathless, she looked back down and then back up at him. She swallowed.
“May I.... May I please suck it?” she asked again, barely above a whisper. “Oh please,” she begged.
He answered wordlessly, unbuckling his belt, dropping his pants to the floor, stepping out of them, and pulling her over to an easy chair in the corner of the room. He sat down, opened his legs, and put down a cushion on the floor for her to kneel on.
She knelt down in front of him, positioned herself comfortably and stroked his firm thighs with the palms of her hands, lightly at first and then more firmly. Her breathing was labored and her eyes partially closed.
She looked up at them. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do this?”
“I hope it’s worth the wait. Take as long as you like, baby.”
“I heard other girls talking about how beautiful it was and how it felt in their mouths....I ached for this moment. I used to see you walking at a distance. I dreamed about sucking you.”
Her voice dropped again as she spoke, barely above a whisper. “I dreamed about sucking your beautiful dick.”
She lowered her head and gently took the head between her lips. Little by little her lips went further and further down his shaft. With each stroke she went a little further, took him in a little deeper. Even though its full length was beyond her ability, but she was getting at least three inches down each time she bobbed back down on him. He marveled. It was a commendable performance for a first timer. “Hell,” he reflected silently and breathlessly to himself. Lots of veterans couldn’t do more than three inches. This first timer had promise.
Slowly and methodically, she used smooth, gentle rhythmic strokes. So many girls sucked too hard or just bobbed up and down as fast as they could, as though running a race or working against some kind of time limit. Not her. What she lacked in experience she made up for in natural ability, sensuality and rhythm. Slowly, smoothly and intuitively, she glided up and down. He was impressed by her seemingly natural instinct to prolong it rather than to get it over with as quickly as possible. Her eyes were closed and she moved smoothly and gracefully, as though performing a ballet.
“Oh God,” she moaned as she paused, opened her eyes and looked up at him. “It’s just like I imagined it would be, only better. It’s so warm.... so soft and so hard at the same time. So smooth.” She smiled. “Mmmm...I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
“I love the way it feels in your mouth too, baby,” he said between deep, labored breaths. His chest was heaving.
She flashed him a smile and went back down...and up....and down...and up....and down. She marveled that even though she was so small and he was so big and tall, and that his penis was so powerful, that she, barely half his size and weight, could exercise so much power over him with just her fingertips and her mouth.
His moans got louder, his body stiffened and he arched his lower torso forcing his penis more deeply into her mouth. As he was moaning and breathing more heavily, she anticipated he was getting ready to cum. Abruptly, she pulled back and began pumping him with her hand.
Her timing was perfect. Just seconds later thick creamy cum spurted up into the air and down onto her blouse. Wide eyed, she was in awe of how powerfully he ejaculated.
“Oh God,” he cried out. “Oh God!”
As if to savor the moment, she closed her eyes and whispered, “Do you know how long I wanted to do that?”
“Hearing other girls talk. Seeing you at school. I just wanted to walk up to you and suck you off in front of all of them.”
“Better to do it privately, baby,” he said breathlessly. He was electrified by the thought of her watching him from afar and fantasizing about sucking his dick, and about the idea of other girls watching. He wished he’d rigged up and camera to film the whole episode with her for later viewing enjoyment. “Next time,” he silently promised himself
She smiled. “I know. Other girls talked about you. About your dick in their mouths. How it was so warm...so hard...so powerful. How you moaned when you came and how it was so...so awesome. I saw you at school and I would just lay awake in bed, trying to imagine it. Wondering if I could make you moan like they did. Wondering how much of it I could get in my mouth. Wondering if I would be good enough for you.”
She looked back down. “Mmmmm... Your dick...it’s beautiful. So beautiful. So hard. So smooth. So powerful. So wonderful.” She looked up and than back down. “Mmmmm....so powerful.”
He smiled.
“By the way,” she went on. “This was my first time sucking dick. How did I do?”
“Fantastic. Just fantastic,” he told her. He knew from experience that you never told any girl she did bad. There was no such thing as a bad blowjob. But in her case, he was telling the truth. She was fantastic.
“Does this mean you want to see me again?”
“Most definitely,” he gasped. “Oh God. Most definitely.”
She continued, “I hoped you’d say that. I know you’ve been with lots of girls, some of them really experienced. I prayed you’d want to see me again even though this is my first time and the others have so much experience.”
“You were wonderful, baby. You were fantastic.”
“So were you. So were you.” She smiled, “We can fuck. I want to feel you,” she took a deep breath and went on, “I want to feel you that way...way, deep inside me and I want to feel you cum.... I want you in me bare, with nothing between us...”
His heart leaped.
“You might get pregnant baby.”
“I can’t think of anything more perfect than to be pregnant with your black baby.”
