Ethan watched the customers walk away from the counter with their trays of food, and his mouth was watering. One more time, he scanned the menu board, trying to decide how to get the most out of the last four dollars and seventeen cents he had this month. This would be his last decent meal for the month before his parents sent him another check for food and expenses.
Out of the corner of his eye he noticed someone lining up behind him and turned to say hi. The person behind him was a young black woman.
“Hi,” Ethan smiled.
“Hi,” she smiled back. She was gorgeous. She wore a pink turtleneck shirt and black tights. Her smile was enchanting and her body was alluring.
The line moved up another person and Ethan turned back to her. “How are you?” he asked.
“Fine. How are you doing?”
“Pretty good. Are you going to Fremont College?”
“Yeah. I’m a sophomore. You too?”
Ethan shook his head. They moved up with the line. “This is my first year.”
“First year? What’s the matter, don’t you like to use the word freshman?”
“No. I was a freshman in high school, and I’d like to forget that treatment. Are you staying in the dorms or a sorority house?”
She grinned. “I’m a Theta Kai. Are you going to join a frat?”
“I don’t think so,” Ethan said. “My Mom would like me to, but I don’t think I want to.” They moved up and Ethan found himself at the front of the line. “Glad to meet you. My name’s Ethan.”
Her eyebrows rose and she smiled in amusement. “I’m Brenda,” she said. “Take it easy.”
Ethan smiled to her and stepped up to the counter and ordered as much as he could with his four dollars and change. When he got his tray of food, he saw Brenda at the counter waiting for her food. He went to the dining room and found a table where he could look out the window and watch the traffic in the street.
“Can I join you?” Ethan turned and saw Brenda standing beside his table with her tray of food.
“Absolutely,” he said, standing up.
“What a gentleman,” Brenda said. “Are you always this polite?”
“Always. I think it’s important to be polite, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad you decided to join me. I was hoping to learn more about you.”
“More about me? I’m twenty years old, I’m working for an archaeology degree, and I want to work for the Smithsonian. What about you?”
“Let’s see. I’m here on a hockey scholarship, and I’d like to be a pro one day. It’s kind of my dream.”
“Oh,” Brenda said, sounding disappointed. “Are you majoring in phys. ed.?”
“No, history,” he said, and her eyes lit up with interest. “I’ve always been fascinated with history, especially European history, which, I’m sure, most people are, since there’s so much of it.”
“There’s just as much history anywhere else.”
“Yes, that’s true. Isn’t it fascinating?”
“Yeah, I know what you mean.”
Ethan could tell she was a little surprised. He was sure she thought he was just going to be a dumb jock.
“Tell me something,” she said. “How did you get your name?”
“My Mom had a great-grandfather who was a ranger in Texas, and she wanted to name me after him.”
“What did he do?”
“Not much. He saved my great-grandmother from a fire in their farmhouse and that was how they met. My Mom was named after her, and I was named after him. Fascinating, isn’t it?”
“Terribly,” she said, smiling. The look in her eye was somewhat mesmerized, and she laughed. They finished their meals, put them in the trash container, and went out.
“Where’s you car?” Brenda asked.
“I don’t have a car.”
“Oh. Would you like a ride back to the quads?”
“I’d love a ride, but it’s not going to be out of your way, is it?”
“No, not at all. I’ve got a class right there in the Harris building in about two hours.”
“Great. I’d really appreciate it.” They jumped into her little car and took off.
“You walked all the way up here just for lunch?”
“Yeah, well, when you’ve got a craving for something, nothing else will do, you know?”
“No, I don’t. I’ve never been pregnant.” They laughed. She stopped in the street in front of the quad. Ethan opened the door and stepped out.
“If you’ve got time, would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?”
Brenda hesitated for a moment, and Ethan thought he might have gotten a little too personal, but she smiled. “I think I will,” she said. She parked the car in the nearest empty parking spot and went with Ethan up to his room. “I’ve never been in one of these places,” Brenda said, looking around curiously. “When I moved up here I stayed with a friend in her apartment off campus until I got into the sorority.”
“Didn’t you ever go out with a guy who lived in one of these places?”
“Are you kidding?” she laughed. “All any guy who lives in these places wants is to get into a girl’s pants.” She laughed and slapped his shoulder.
“I’m glad you think so highly of me,” Ethan laughed.
“Besides,” she continued, putting on a snobbish attitude. “I’m a sorority girl. We have our image to uphold.” They laughed again. Ethan opened his door and they went in. Brenda looked around. “Do you share this place with anyone?” she asked.
“No,” Ethan said. He turned on the coffee machine and filled the pot with water.
“Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“Would I invite you up here if I had a girlfriend?”
“A gentleman can still have friends,” she said, sitting in his desk chair. “I hope you haven’t got any designs on me. My Momma would shit if I brought home a white guy.”
“I didn’t ask you to marry me,” Ethan said, as he put a filter in the machine and filled it with a few scoops of coffee. “I just asked you up here for a cup of coffee.”
“You’re not even going to try anything?”
“I never said I wouldn’t try anything. How do you like your coffee?”
“Black,” she said, and burst out laughing. He handed her a mug of hot coffee and sat on the edge of his bed. Brenda sipped her coffee, set it down, took Stacy’s mug, and set it on the desk beside the other mug. “I was hoping you’d take advantage of me,” she said. Her arms went around his neck, he laid back on the bed, and she laid on top of him. Her lips came down on his and her tongue penetrated her mouth.
“I wasn’t going to rape you unless I had to.”
“That sounds okay to me.” She smiled softly, gazing into his eyes, and they kissed again. He ran his hands down her sides to her ass and she moaned, grinding her pelvis against the stiffening lump in his pants.
“How much time do you have?” she asked.
“All day. How about you?”
“I’ve got all day, too.”
“What about your class?”
“To hell with the class.” She pressed her groin against his and kissed him deeply. He squeezed the soft, firm cheeks of her ass. She raised her head, and, rubbing her crotch on the lump in his pants, said, “You’ve got something hiding down there, and I want to know what it is.” She climbed backwards off the bed and looked down between his legs. “You’ve got to be kidding,” she said. Ethan leaned up on his elbows to watch her unbuckle his pants, unzip them, and pull them down. His long, hard cock popped straight up and Brenda gasped. “You aren’t kidding.” She grabbed his cock with both hands.
“Don’t you know any black guys with a dick as big as mine?”
Brenda laughed contemptuously. “All the brothers I know have dicks like pencils. You’re the first real man I’ve ever seen.” She licked the shaft and Ethan flinched. “Oooh, sensitive, too. I like that in a man.” She started licking his fat balls.
“You’ll like me even more when you find out how much I have to share.”
Brenda looked up at him. “You got a lot of cum?”
“I got a ton.”
She weighed his balls in her hand and rubbed them. “I’ll bet you do,” she said, somewhat impressed. “Let’s find out how much of it I can get.” She put the head of his cock in her mouth, closed her lips around the shaft, and lowered her head until the soft tip of his cock touched the soft skin at the back of her mouth. It started going down her throat and he moaned, but she pulled it out, sucked her mouth off, smiled at his funny expression, and put the head back into her mouth. Her jaw was wide open and it looked like she was trying to swallow a thick, white piece of round wood, like a tree trunk. The tip touched the soft spot at the back of her mouth again. She blinked a few times, trying not to gag, opened her throat, and swallowed the head.
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