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Brandy 02
Copyright 2008 T.S.Severe for BFG/Severe Discipline Productions all
rights reserved.

Intended for adults only. T.S.Severe@gmail.com
Story Codes: TG/M, College, Oral, Interracial, Masturbation
Synopsis: Brandy has found the perfect fuck buddy in her roommate
Keith, but he isn't the only boy in the dorm who appreciates her
unique charms.

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Brandy - College Complications
By T.S. Severe





    "Hi Brandy!" Darla grinned and sat down at the table with me.

    She was my newest best friend and really nice. I liked the way she
was always smiling and we had a couple classes together, which was how
we met. She hadn't known that I was only mostly a girl at first, Darla
had figured I was just another pretty girl going to college, but I'd
told her about how I had some boy parts too. It had made me a little
nervous, because some people get kind of weird about stuff like that,
but Darla had just smiled and nodded her head.

    "I guess that explains your little tits, huh?" she'd teased me and
I'd made a little face because I was kind of self-conscious about how
all I really had were puffy nipples. But it was all okay after that
and she was real easy to get along with.

    "Hi Darla!" I smiled into her big brown eyes and she was cute, the
way all eighteen year old girls are. Her face was pretty when she
smiled and she was sorta big in her hips and thighs maybe, but not fat
or anything. Just healthy and really round. Her boobs were big too,
but I didn't hold that against her. I was already looking at getting
some big boobs of my own!

    "What are you looking at?" She leaned over, pulling some black
hair out of her face and tucking it behind her left ear. She had hair
like mine, sorta long, below her shoulders and straight, but mine was
way blonde!

    "Boobs!" I giggled and showed her the brochure thing I'd gotten
from a plastic surgery clinic in town. Except they called it cosmetic
surgery and a boob job was called a breast enhancement, but it was all
the same thing.

    "Oh wow!" Darla grinned. "Are you gonna get a boob job?"

    "I want to," I sighed. "But it's kinda expensive."

    "How much?"

    "Like three thousand dollars," I said, looking at her and I got a
sympathetic smile.

    "That's a lot," Darla agreed.

    "They have an installment plan though," I told her seriously, but
Darla laughed at me. "I mean it!"

    "You're gonna lay-away some new tits?" She shook her head. "You're
crazy, Brandy!"

    "It's not lay-away," I told her. "I just have to pay a third of it
right away and then I can pay off the rest for like, um..." I frowned
and tried to do some math in my head.

    "Forever?" Darla suggested with a giggle and I pouted at her.

    "I just really wanna have some boobs," I sighed, looking at the
brochure again and reading how it promised me perfect C-cup breasts
overnight.

    "You got boobs!" Darla reminded me.

    "Yeah," I glanced at my t-shirt, a baby blue one that said 'Blow
me down!' on it with Popeye's grinning face on the back. My hard
little nipples were under my bra and that sorta made it look like I
had some real tits, but I was still pretty flat.

    "Hey, lots of guys like small tits," Darla told me. "And you're so
pretty anyway, like who's gonna notice? As soon as you smile, guys
melt."

    "They do not!" I giggled but sometimes they did and we both knew
it. Darla was a little envious of me, but it didn't spoil our
friendship at all. I was envious of her tits.

    "Yeah they do," Darla nodded and then perked up with a big grin.
"Hey! Speaking of guys, how about we go meet some tonight?"

    "What? Where?" I asked, cause meeting new guys was serious fun and
we both liked to do it.

    "There's a party over at the Kappa Omega House," Darla said.
"Those frat guys? They're gonna have rush week pretty soon and so
they're throwing a party so everyone can see how cool they are."

    I laughed at that and Darla was giggling. Guys were so like that!

    "A frat party?" I shook my head slowly. "I don't know. I heard
some bad things about those."

    "Heh!" Darla stuck out her tongue at me. "I heard good things
about those! Everybody's going too. Like half the guys on campus are
going to be there."

    "Yeah, but..." I made a little face, "...how many girls are gonna be
there? I don't want to walk in and find out it's just us, you know?"

    "All the girls are gonna be there too!" Darla said, rolling her
eyes at my reluctance. "God! It's the first big party of the year,
Brandy. We have to go!"

    "Wellllll..." I giggled. "Okay!"

    "You're so easy!" Darla laughed at me. "We'll go around eight,
okay? Wear something sexy."

    "You think?" I teased her and Darla laughed.

    "Not too sexy though! I wanna have a chance too!"

    "Yeah, right!" I bumped her with my shoulder. "Okay, eight
o'clock. You come get me?"

    "Yeah, I'll come by the dorm," Darla nodded and I knew she wanted
to see Keith again. He was my roommate and so totally hot! Darla was
in total lust with him. So was I.

    I needed a thousand dollars, that's what I was thinking as I made
my way to my afternoon psych class. I could get new boobs overnight
with a measly thousand bucks. Except a thousand bucks wasn't really
very measly when all I had was about a hundred eighty seven in my
jewelry box. Daddy had sent me some money, but that had gone to pay
for my books and I had to pay for staying in the dorm, that wasn't
free. I'd gotten student loans for my tuition, but I hadn't even seen
that money. It went straight from the bank to the college without even
saying goodbye to me.

    Maybe I needed a job. That would be tough though because I had a
full course load and I wasn't exactly a rocket scientist, I knew that.
I got by, but I had to do a lot of studying too. Working would be nice
and having new boobs would be great, but if I didn't graduate college...
I didn't want to wait tables my whole life! School had to come first
and then boobs, I decided. Besides, some guys did like girls with
really small tits and Darla was right, most of the guys I talked to
didn't even seem to notice once I gave them a smile.

    But some did and that made me frown.

    I needed a rich boyfriend, I thought with a giggle. That drew some
curious looks and I blushed, since I was sitting in the middle of
fifty other college students listening to the professor lecture us
about psychology. I should have been paying more attention, but I was
busy thinking about other stuff.

    Actually, any boyfriend would be kind of nice. Keith would make an
awesome boyfriend. He was from West Virginia and everytime he said
something I had to bite my lip cause his accent was soooo sexy! I was
from Kansas, I didn't even have an accent, so far as I knew. And his
big muscular body and his soft brown eyes and short brown hair. And
his cock? Oh my God! Keith had a really amazing dick. It was big, but
I never measured it or anything. I didn't have to. Think big and that
was Keith's penis. Big and handsome, I should say, because just like
the rest of him, Keith's manhood was very attractive!

    I felt my own little cocky throbbing in my panties and I was
getting a wet spot because she likes to drool when I got hot inside.
What a slut! My penis is small, not really tiny, but just small and
pinkish and sexy looking. I have sexy balls too, hairless and soft
between my smooth thighs. I wasn't ever planning on getting the whole
operation or anything. My cocky and balls were a part of me, you know?
I should have had a real pussy, probably, since I was mostly a girl
and all. But God had given me a penis instead and I trusted Him more
than just about anyone else. I just wished He'd given me some really
nice tits too!

    Or a thousand dollars. Please God?

    "Hey Brandy!" Stu was smiling at me and he was the first boy I'd
met at college. He was in my psych class and now we were walking out
of the lecture hall together.

    "Hey!" I smiled back at him.

    "What were you giggling about?" he teased me and I saw his eyes
checking me out.

    Stu liked me a lot, I knew that. He'd dyed my hair for me and
lived in the room next to mine. He didn't mind if I didn't have real
tits. I knew that because he was always looking at my legs and butt
mostly. I was wearing my pink denim shorts too and they were small and
tight and lots of guys had noticed, but Stu was really enjoying the
view as he deliberately let me walk in front of him.

    "Ummm..." I smiled over my shoulder at the young man and caught
Stu's eyes on my firm, round butt. I didn't have boobs, but I had a
great ass! Maybe that was God's way of making it up to me.

    "Heh!" He looked up and he was busted and knew it, but that just
made his smile bigger and the pink in his cheeks looked pretty sexy.

    "I was thinking I need a rich boyfriend," I told him seriously.

    "Oh yeah?" he narrowed his eyes slightly and we were walking side-
by-side.

    "Hi Brandy!" A guy I didn't even know smiled at me as he walked
past and I smiled back. I did a lot of smiling at college.

    "Are you rich?" I asked Stu playfully, just teasing him.

    "Um, no," he admitted. "But if you ever want a poor boyfriend, I
could, I mean..." he cleared his throat and I kept waiting for him to
ask me out, but he never did.

    "Hmmm?" I looked at him and Stu was turning a little red.

    "Hey Brandy, what's up?" a boy asked me and he was Mike? Or Nick,
maybe, I forgot, but he was cute and sat next to me in my chemistry
class.

    "Hi!" I gave him a little wave and checked out his butt as he
walked by. That was funny cause he was checking out mine too and Stu
coughed lightly. "Sorry..." I made a little face. and Stu was smiling.
"Anyway, can I ask you something?" I wondered.

    "Yeah, sure," he nodded.

    "Do you think I'd look good with big boobs?" I asked him, stopping
for a second so he could get a good look at me. "Not like huge ones or
anything, just...nice ones?"

    "Ah, well..." Stu swallowed hard and he as taking a good look too!

    "It's okay if you do," I reassured him. "I won't get mad if you
don't like my tits or whatever. I think I need bigger ones."

    "I, uh...Brandy!" Stu laughed.

    "What?"

    "I'm not gonna say a word, okay?" he told me. "My dad warned me
about questions like that."

    "What? He did?" I giggled and we were walking again.

    "Oh yeah," Stu nodded. "When it comes to girls and their bodies,
dad told me, there's no right answers."

    "Heh!" I stuck my tongue at him. "Your dad's pretty smart, huh?"

    "Well, he was married three times, so..." Stu shrugged, "...maybe
not."

    "Three times?" I shook my head at that. "My mom and dad have been
married twenty three years and they're still going strong."

    "That's cool," Stu said and I could tell he meant it. "I'd like to
find someone like that."

    "Me too," I agreed. "When I get married, I want it to be forever,
you know?"

    "Yeah," Stu smiled at me.

    "Hey, are you going to that party tonight?" I asked him. "Did you
hear about that?"

    "What? That frat party?" Stu asked and then he grinned at me.
"Why? Are you going?"

    "Yeah," I nodded. "Me and Darla. We're gonna see if we can meet
some boys, you know. Have some fun."

    I was saying that just to tease him mostly. I really liked Stu a
lot and we were friends, you know? But I kept wondering what it would
be like to go out with him sometime and just see what happened. Maybe
we wouldn't really connect, but that would be okay. We'd still be
friends, except I heard about girls who dated their friends and then
they weren't friends anymore. It was different afterwards, so maybe...It
was sorta confusing and maybe it was better this way.

    "Nah," Stu shook his head. "I'm not into the frat thing. I'm sure
you'll meet a lot of guys though."

    "Yeah," I smiled, but I could hear a bit of wistful frustration in
Stu's voice and I wondered when he was gonna ask me out and what I'd
say when he did. I really liked him as a friend.

    "Hey Brandy...Hi Brandy...Wassup Brandy?" A bunch of guys greeted me
in the dorm kitchen because we all wanted a snack as soon as classes
were done.

    "Hi guys!" I smiled at all of them and dropped my book bag on the
table. Maria frowned at that so I moved them quick, putting my bag
gently on the floor. She was the cook and from Haiti and it was her
kitchen for sure!

    "Hey, Brandy?" Carl, who was a big, athletic sort of guy and very
cute was looking at me. "You think I could borrow your anthropology
notes?"

    "You want my notes?" I laughed at him. "Where were you today?"

    "I got stuck in the registrar's office," Carl explained. "I missed
the class. How about it? You wanna come up to my room?"

    "Ohhh!" One of the other guys teased us and some of the boys
grinned and chuckled. "The old borrow-your-notes trick, eh?"

    "Shut-up," Carl waved them off.

    "How about I just give you my notebook?" I asked and Carl was hot
for me, I thought. He'd been a little quiet about it at first, since I
wasn't exactly a girl and all, but by now he was getting over that and
the other boys were used to me.

    Carl always gave me a lot of eye and while we were only a couple
weeks into the school year and I'd just met those guys, a lot of my
dorm-mates were getting used to having a girl living with them. A
kinda girl, I should say. They all knew my not-so-secret secret and at
first it had been weird, you know, a lot of whispers and comments
behind my back. But now? The guys were okay with it and some of them,
like Carl, didn't really care about my little cocky, or what the other
boys might think of them being interested in me.

    "Awww..." Carl grinned and leaned against the counter, standing kind
of close to me, looking down with his soft green eyes. "What if I
can't read your handwriting?"

    "Hmmm..." I sighed theatrically, like it was a huge chore to go up
to his room.

    "Please? Pretty please?" he was teasing me right back and I
giggled.

    "Okay, I guess I can come up for a little bit." I was feeling all
kinds of sugary inside when I said that!

    "Great!" Carl nodded and he was ready to go right then.

    "I gotta have something to eat first though!" I told him. "I'm
starved!"

    "Carl will give you something to eat, I bet!" a pudgy boy named
Barry said, but he was always saying stuff like that. He had kind of a
dirty mind. Well, we all did probably, but he liked to tell us about
it.

    I blushed and Carl looked at the boy like he was going to hit him,
but the other guys were laughing. It was a pretty good joke and
everyone in that dorm took a rubbing at one time or another.

    "You don't talk like that in my kitchen!" Maria gave Barry a solid
thwap the head with a long wooden spoon and that was funny too. Then
she said something in French, I think.

    "Mmmmm...Carl..." I sighed and he was kneeling on his bed behind me as
I sat on the edge of it.

    "What?" he whispered, massaging my shoulders with his big strong
hands gently. "Don't you like it, Brandy?"

    "Yeah, but..." I arched my back because it felt really great, the
way his fingers were digging into my soft muscles, kneading my flesh
and making me warm all over.

    "I just want to repay the favor," Carl's voice was deep and
gravelly when he talked softly and I liked it. "You should lie down
and let me give you a real massage."

    "Ohhh...um...yeah...no...Carl..." I laughed lightly and he was working his
thumbs along my spine, rubbing my back through my thin t-shirt.

    "A full body massage," his lips were close to my right ear and his
breath tickled me so that I shrugged my shoulders. "I'll make it feel
real good for you, baby."

    "Baby?" I giggled and put my hands on top of his as they moved
around my narrow waist to my flat tummy.

    "Hmmmm...You don't wanna be my baby?" he breathed and moved his face
against my hair, snuggling me as his hands moved up and down my
stomach, getting a little higher and my nipples were on fire.

    "I should go," I whispered, feeling my hard little cock spasm with
anticipation. I pressed my thighs closed, kind of rubbing them
together and his hands were sliding up to feel my tits.

    "You should let me take this off for you," Carl kissed my hair.
"You're so beautiful, you know that?"

    "Ohhh..." I shivered as his hands pressed themselves against my flat
chest and stiff, swollen nipples. He was tugging at my bra through my
shirt and I was still holding his hands and I forced myself to push
them down.

    "Please?" Carl whispered and his tongue slipped into my ear for a
brief second of pleasure. "Nobody will ever know. I promise."

    "Everyone already knows," I giggled and shook my head, wondering
why I was saying no to the man. "I have to go."

    "Brandy..." Carl sighed, but he let me go because he really was a
nice guy. They all were.

    "Maybe next time," I told him, catching my breath and tugging my t-
shirt back into place. "I just...I have to think about it, okay?"

    "Okay," he nodded. "Yeah...I understand..."

    "Okay," I gave him my best smile and grabbed my book bag before I
left his room.

    As soon as I was in the hallway and the door was closed, I leaned
against the wall and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath and
wondering if I was crazy or something. Carl was hot and he wanted me.
We could have been doing it right then, but I'd said no. What was
wrong with me? But I knew what it was. I had to live in that dorm with
all of those guys and if I started having sex with one of them, well...
Only two things could happen after that. Either I'd end up having sex
with all of them, which I didn't want to do at all. That would be sort
of bad.

    Or, I'd end up with just that one guy and everyone else would be
unhappy about it. Boys were worse than girls sometimes and I didn't
want to see anyone fighting or anything dumb like that. It was another
reason I hadn't done anything with Stu and why I'd probably say no if
he ever asked me out. I couldn't have a boyfriend in the dorm where I
lived, not with some two dozen other boys feeling rejected and
jealous. It wouldn't work and maybe I was being too cynical about it,
worrying too much and not giving them enough credit, but could I
really afford not to?

    I had to live there!

    Of course, every rule has its exception and mine was sitting at
his desk, turned away from it with his bare feet on his bed, talking
on the phone when I entered my room. Keith. My baseball playing
roommate and a situation which had its own rules and regulations, and
little clauses in fine print at the bottom of my heart. We really
lived together, him and me, and so everyone assumed we had sex. Keith
took a lot of good natured ribbing from the other guys, but he was
popular and so cool about it that nobody could really get mad. Mostly
the guys were just jealous of his good luck for getting me as his
roommate.

    "I know, yeah...I miss you too, sugar pie," Keith was saying softly
into his phone and he looked at me as I entered the room. "I'm
thinking about you all the time, you know that."

    I smiled, but didn't say anything. I knew I had to be quiet
because that was Suzanne on the phone and Keith was pretty much
engaged to her. They'd been high school sweethearts and she was still
in high school, just starting her senior year. As soon as the girl
graduated they were going to be married. I'd seen Suzanne's pictures,
Keith had a bunch of them, and she was a very pretty girl. Blonde like
me and kind of fragile looking with a nice smile. I could see why he
loved her and it must have been hard being apart like they were.

    "Yeah...I'm alone...why?," Keith said into the phone and they talked
everyday almost. "Oh yeah? You're in bed, already? I know it's later
there, but...Oh, what else are you wearing...That's all?"

    I bit my lip so I wouldn't giggle and pulled my t-shirt over my
head, watching Keith's brown eyes traveling up and down my body while
he listened to his girlfriend. I took off my bra too, reaching behind
me to unclasp it. My nipples were dark and really swollen. I'd just
started taking some hormones and they took a big chunk out of my
weekly allowance, but they were worth it. I wasn't going to get real
tits that way, but maybe smallish A-cups eventually, I hoped. Right
then I was still pretty flat chested though, looking like a twelve
year old girl with big, hard nipples poking out. Keith seemed to like
that look though and I laughed silently.

    "Oh, yeah...You're making my cock hard now..." Keith said softly. "I
can almost see you laying there...Those beautiful tits of yours, all
hard for me...Is your pussy wet?"

    I unbuttoned my shorts and pushed them down my legs, stepping out
of them and not bothering to hide my stout little penis as it made a
bit of a tent in my white g-string. I'd bought a package of three,
wondering why they cost more than regular panties since they were so
much smaller. It was comfortable and I really liked the way the thin
material pulled up tight against my balls and across my anus as it
disappeared between the round cheeks of my butt. I turned around,
walking to my dresser just so Keith would get a real good look at my
ass. It was the sexiest part of my body for sure and a lot of guys
loved it.

    "Hmmm, Suzy...I want to love you hard, girl..." Keith was rubbing the
bulge in his jeans and I looked at him, biting my lip and lifting my
eyebrows inquisitively. "I want to feel your lips around my cock...I
love the way you make me feel so good..."

    I nodded and I knew he was talking to both of us, Suzanne and me.
I was Keith's roommate and after we'd gotten used to each other I'd
become his fuck buddy too, which was a funny thing to say. Darla had
called us that after I'd confessed to her about Keith and me. She'd
said we were fuck buddies and I'd laughed and blushed and nodded
happily.

    It was way cool for both of us. We didn't promise each other
anything, just relief from the tension and stress of being in a new
place so far from home. Usually we just jerked off, or I should say
that I jerked us off. I'd get on Keith's bed with him after the lights
were out, bringing a towel with me and I'd usually give him a hand job
while he stroked my hair and shoulders and thought about his
girlfriend on the other side of the country. Sometimes I'd suck him
too, but we'd just started that and it was rapidly becoming our
favorite thing in the whole world. Or at least mine.

    I'd jerk myself off too, usually, trying to hold myself back and
cum the same time Keith did, but it was hard. I almost always came
first. He hadn't touched my cocky yet and I didn't ask him to. Keith
played with my nipples though, he liked that and so did I. Sometimes
he would rub my butt and squeeze my ass, even slide his fingers close
to my tight little hole, but that was as far as he was ready to go. I
didn't complain. I just wanted to make him feel good and right then he
was telling me he really needed a blowjob.

    "Tell me how you're going to suck my cock when I see you again,"
Keith urged his unsuspecting fianc�. "Yeah...I'm taking my cock out for
you, sugar pie...Tell me what you want to do with it..."

    I was on my knees, putting a hand on Keith's thigh and shaking my
head so he wouldn't move. I ducked under his legs as they were still
propped up on his bed and came up between them with a smile. He had
his big cock standing out from his trousers and I licked my lips,
reaching for it while he listened to his sweet Suzanne tell him how
she wanted to suck his beautiful cock.

    "Fuck, I'm so hard right now..." Keith whispered. "I can feel your
hands around my dick. Hmmm...Squeezing my hard cock, making me feel good
all over..."

    He was telling his girlfriend what I was doing, except Suzanne
thought he was talking about her and maybe this was kind of wrong, but
she'd never know. I wasn't making love to Keith anyway. I was just
doing him a favor, releasing some of that tension and helping the man
relax after a hard day. I stroked his cock slowly, squeezing his thick
meat so that precum leaked from the tip and ran down the smooth glans.
He was long and thick, and yeah, it was a very big cock! I leaned
forward to kiss the head, touching it with my slightly parted lips and
trying not to sigh with the pleasure I felt. I licked the sensitive
crown and tickled Keith's piss hole while he pulled some hair from my
face so he could see me better.

    "Mmmm...You're so beautiful when you lick my cock," Keith sighed.
"Yeah...I know, Suzy...Put it in your mouth for me. I'm so hard right
now."

    I smiled up at him and almost giggled, but I didn't. I opened my
mouth and took the head between my pouting lips, stretching them
around Keith's thick penis. God! He was big. The biggest dick I'd ever
had in my hands, that was for sure. He took my hair in his hand,
squeezing it into a ponytail, sort of, and pulled it out of my face.
He was so nice that way and I rewarded the man with a serious tongue
bath, washing his cockhead all over as I stroked the shaft with my
hands. This was only the third time I'd given Keith a blowjob, but I
already knew what he liked the best and the tip of my tongue found the
sensitive spot just beneath the glans.

    "Ohhh Jesus...I love it when you do that," he moaned into his phone.
"You're so good, baby. So beautiful like that...I can't believe how good
that feels."

    I pushed my mouth down slowly and I could only get half his cock
inside my mouth, not even that much really. A third of it filled me
completely and I stroked him with my lips, sliding up and down while
he watched me. My left hand went to Keith's balls, those big sperm
filled orbs in their soft sack, and I played with them gently. My
other hand kept stroking him, jerking the man off with my fist as it
moved back and forth in time with my mouth.

    He was getting closer and this was going to be a quick blowjob
today. His girlfriend must have been saying some wicked, sexy things
in Keth's ear. I could feel Keith's heart beating fast and strong
through the muscle filling my mouth. He was lifting his hips slightly
and taking ragged breaths, his eyes shining as they followed my
tightly stretched lips up and down the shaft. I swallowed his precum
and a lot of spit, and worked his cock as far inside me as I could,
wishing he wasn't quite so thick just so I could get the man into my
throat and take all of that handsome cock at once.

    "Ummm...Brandy, Jesus...I'm going to cum if you don't...Uh, what?
Suzanne...Wait!" Keith jerked upright, letting go of my hair and I
blinked at him from beneath a golden veil. "No...There's nobody else...
Suzanne...I didn't mean...Hello? Suzanne? Shit."

    I was pretty much frozen with Keith's cock resting on my tongue
and as Keith stared at his phone for a second before tossing it on his
bed, I lifted my mouth from his cock. I swallowed hard and licked my
lips, sitting back on my heels while I held his cock in my hand. His
cock was still hard, but he was frowning and I felt pretty guilty just
then.

    "She hung up," Keith said needlessly. "She asked me who Brandy
is."

    "Oh," I frowned too. "I'm sorry...I shouldn't have been..." I let go
of his cock and wiped a bit of wetness from my chin.

    "What?" Keith grinned at me, kind of ruefully maybe. "You don't
have to be sorry, Brandy. She's not your girlfriend."

    "Yeah, but..." I smiled at him, feeling my heart going fast and
feeling shy the way I did sometimes when I was with him. "I'm your
friend, right? So...I'm sorry. I should have known better."

    "Well, she'll be okay," Keith shrugged. "Suzanne's always getting
jealous over nothing anyway and she knows it. I'll call her tomorrow
and..."

    "What about you? Are you gonna be okay?" I asked him, wanting to
stop talking about Suzanne because, well...I'm pretty much a girl and I
sorta wished he'd talk about me, because girls are like that.
Especially when they're horny and right then I was feeling a little
frustrated, you know? Sex is so unfair!

    "Ummm..." Keith smiled sheepishly and I giggled. He was frustrated
too and Suzanne was a long ways away. "I'm still kind of...tense."

    "You are?" I pouted and rolled my eyes a little. "Maybe a bad
boyfriend like you should be tense," I teased him. "If I was your
girlfriend..."

    "What?" Keith was holding his cock in his big fist, stroking it
while we just looked at each other. "If you were my girlfriend, what
would you do, Brandy?"

    "Mmmm..." I licked my lips and pulled my hair out of my eyes.
"Anything you want me to."

    "Jesus..." Keith nodded, letting the air out of his big, muscular
chest slowly.

    Precum was leaking down around his hand while the man worked his
cock slowly and he was looking at my body as I knelt in that small
white thong. I knew he could see the dark stain of my own excitement
and my little cocky was throbbing as it pushed against my panty. I had
my creamy thighs spread wide enough so he could see my soft pink balls
hanging between them, the thin strap of my thong pulled tightly to the
side of them now, across my tight anus and up between the round cheeks
of my ass.

    My nipples were dark and swollen, burning like crazy and I wished
I had real tits, but all I had were those nipples and I licked the
fingers of my right hand and then rubbed my left nipple lightly
beneath them. That felt good and I hitched a sharp breath as Keith
stared at my glistening skin and jerked off in front of me. I rubbed
my left nipple as well and when I wet my fingers a second time, I
sucked three of them between my lips, sliding them in and out for a
moment. I moaned and my other hand was on my flat tummy, sliding
across my flushed skin and down to my thighs.

    I wanted to touch my cocky so bad. She was aching with the need to
cum, but I ignored her and just caressed my skin while Keith stroked
his cock. He'd lost a little of the fire when his girlfriend had hung
up on him, but now Keith was as hard as he'd ever been and it wasn't
going to take him long to cum. I knew he wanted me almost as badly as
I wanted him, but he was still hesitant, still unsure of that little
bit of something different between my legs. He didn't know what it
would mean if he let himself love me and I kept telling myself to be
patient and let the man sort it out for himself.

    "Do you want to cum on me?" I asked him breathlessly.

    My mouth was open as I held both of my tits in my hands. I was
digging my fingers into my chest, pressing my palms hard against my
nipples and rubbing them that way. I showed him my tongue and my butt
was moving all by itself, I couldn't help it. My cocky wanted to play
and she was looking for something to push against. My body trembled
with the need and Keith was right in front of me, his cock long and
thick and dripping his arousal while he jerked off.

    "Ohhh..." he nodded slowly. "Brandy...yeah...I want to cum on you."

    "Yeah," I nodded with invitation and Keith stood quickly, bringing
his cock closer so that he stood over my upturned face.

    I leaned forward and he was stroking his big dick above my open
mouth. His balls were hanging there, so nice and big and beautiful in
their hairy sack. I surprised him, I think, when I took his balls in
my mouth, one of them anyway. They were generous, like his cock, and I
sucked his scrotum into my warm wet mouth while he jerked off over my
face. I rolled his testes with my tongue and washed his soft skin. My
nose was pressed to the base of Keith's erection and his fingers would
brush my forehead as they moved quickly along the shaft.

    "Brandy...Fuck! I'm gonna...Cum..." Keith groaned and then grunted as I
let his balls go and then he was pointing his cock at my open mouth,
cumming hard across my face.

    I was playing with my cocky then, as soon as I felt the first
creamy spurt of his semen landing across my lips and nose and
forehead. His cock pulsed rapidly and he'd stopped moving his hand. I
was cumming in my panties a moment later. My hard little penis
ejaculating beneath my fingers as I rubbed it like an oversized clit.
That was all it had taken, just a little attention, and I was gasping
and licking at my lips as Keith's orgasm spilled over my cheeks and
lips, a lot of it landing in my mouth as his orgasm weakened.

    My face was all covered with his sperm. Keith had made a real mess
and even before his cum had ended, he was pushing himself into my
creamy mouth. I sucked his cock hard and brought my hands up the back
of Keith's thick thighs. I grabbed his gorgeous ass in my hands and
pulled the man inside me until his cock found the back of my mouth and
made me gag softly, but that didn't stop me. I sucked his cock
eagerly, moaning around it and swallowing his strong cum. It was rich
and salty, delicious with a faintly flavor like...black olives, I
thought, which almost made me giggle.

    "Brandy, that's...You're incredible," Keith was saying, stroking my
hair and smiling into my cum stained face. "I can't believe you let me
do that."

    "Hmmmmmppp!" I pulled my sucking mouth off his cock with a soft
plopping sound and grinned up at him. "I bet what's her name never let
you cum on her face, did she?"

    "Suzanne?" Keith laughed and shook his head. "No, she doesn't even
like to suck it very much."

    "I do," I sighed happily and gave Keith's cock a kiss as it stood
out from his body, darkly red and semi-erect now, bowed downward and
still dripping with long, silvery strands of spit and cum.

    "Hey, uh..." Keith cleared his throat. "Do you want to go out...with
me? Tonight or, uh...sometime..."

    I cocked my head and smiled at him, hearing the nervousness in his
voice. It seemed a little out of place considering I was kneeling at
his feet with his cum all over my face. Some on my chest too and I'd
just noticed it, so I was rubbing Keith's warm sperm onto my swollen
nipples slowly. I was still hot, inside and out, and trying to catch
my breath, and now my heart stuttered as I tried to understand exactly
what my roommate was suggesting.

    "Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked him. "A...real one?"

    "Yeah," Keith nodded slowly and he was stroking his fingers along
the length of his cock. I don't think he really knew he was doing it.

    "I don't know," I bit my lip because it wasn't as easy as just
saying yes, although that's all I wanted to do. "I don't want to spoil
anything...I mean...I don't know what I mean..."

    I frowned slightly because if I said what I was thinking, Keith
might think I was dumb or something. What if we went out and then got
serious? That would be pretty okay with me, yeah, but what if we broke
up later? We'd still be roommates and why was I thinking about
breaking up? We weren't even dating yet! And I started thinking about
the other boys who liked me, the ones I sort of liked too. What would
Stu think? What would Carl say if all of a sudden I was dating Keith?
There were a lot of guys in the dorm and a lot of them liked me, and
there wouldn't be a lot of room for hard feelings and...

    "You mean with Suzanne?" Keith sighed and I blushed a little
because I hadn't been thinking about her at all. But why would I?

    "Ummm..."

    "Yeah," Keith nodded and he was engaged to the girl, although not
really officially. He hadn't given her a ring yet, but they were
planning on it. Their families were planning on it. "Uh...You're right,"
he said and I blinked hard and felt sort of empty inside all of a
sudden. "It's hard being away from home. I shouldn't have asked."

    He was moving then, plainly embarrassed for some reason, probably
because he'd been thinking about cheating on his girlfriend. Like,
really thinking about it for real and he wasn't that sort of man, not
in his heart. Being around me everyday, having sex with me the way he
had, it must have been really hard for a nineteen year old boy away
from home for the first time in his life. I felt embarrassed too and
more than a little sad because I didn't want to see Keith hurt like
that, and I realized I'd been pretty selfish in my attempts to seduce
him, because that's what it was.

    "I'm sorry," I was moving too and I found my t-shirt and started
wiping my face, feeling Keith's sperm cool and sticky now.

    We didn't say anything and I wrapped myself in a towel and grabbed
my little shower bag, leaving him there in our room alone. He probably
thought I was mad, but I just didn't know what to say. I figured that
I really had spoiled it now. Keith too, since it takes two to tango,
but mostly me because I was always the one who started it when we
fooled around. I'd show off my body and tease and flirt with him, and
when Keith was all hot and bothered and a million miles from his
girlfriend, I'd give him a hand job or suck his cock. I'd tell him it
was okay and that what we were doing didn't mean anything, but it
sorta did and we both knew it.

    "What did you expect?" I asked my reflection as I stood in front
of the mirror. But she didn't answer me back.

    The community bath and showers were empty and I was glad of that.
Why did Keith have a girlfriend anyway? If it weren't for Suzanne he
probably could have talked me into a date with him. I know he could
have and we'd have gone dancing maybe, or just had a quiet dinner
someplace romantic and talked and smiled a lot, and just looked into
each other's eyes in the candlelight. It was her fault, I decided
unfairly.

    If Keith wasn't worried about Suzanne we'd have been kissing as we
walked home after our date. His strong arm would be around my waist,
his jacket over my shoulders. He'd have brought me to our room and
watched me undress just for him. I'd put on my satin nightie, the
short pink one, and the lacy g-string that went with it. I'd have
slipped into his bed and Keith would hold me and kiss me, and I'd
slide my body against his, moving with him and feeling his big manly
cock rubbing against my girlish cocky.

    We'd make love finally. Keith's strong hands pushing and pulling
me, moving me so that I was on my back and smiling up at him. My legs
spread around his hips while we kissed, gently at first and then
harder. His tongue filling my mouth as I felt his erection sliding
over mine, his sperm filled balls caressing my excited cocky as she
throbbed and spilled her excitement beneath him.

    Keith would lift me gently, exposing my tight little hole for his
aching cock and I'd nod and whisper my desire, encouraging the man to
take me completely. I wanted his cock inside me so badly, stretching
me with that delicious pain, brief and welcome and then melting away
beneath his tender thrusts until...

    "Oh! Brandy..." a voice woke me up and I blinked rapidly, blushing
hard as I turned away and tried to hide myself.

    "Sorry...shoot...um..." I was under the hot shower, stroking my girlish
cock with one hand and sliding a soapy finger into my butt with the
other, and now I'd been caught by Darrel, the cute black guy who lived
three doors down and across the hall from me.

    "It's cool," he said with a verbal shrug and somehow that didn't
help me very much. He was turning on the shower opposite mine.

    "I was just, um..." I sighed cause it was obvious what I'd been
doing.

    I was really embarrassed and he chuckled in that sexy, deep voice
of his. "No, I mean it, baby. I like to do it too, especially in the
shower. I can't sing worth beans. You won't laugh at me if I..."

    "Ummm...What?" I turned my head and glanced at the man over my
shoulder and he was smiling at me, holding his flaccid black cock in a
soapy fist and working up a real lather.

    "Go ahead, baby..." he practically whispered and we were directly
across from each other, with just a few feet separating us. "Don't be
shy with me. I like the way you move."

    "You do?" I blinked at that and then giggled at the man's grin. Um...
Okay," I shrugged. "I, uh...I like the way you move too."

    "Hmmm..." he kind of growled pleasantly and gave me an admiring
shake of his head when I turned around and started playing with my
little cock. She'd gone soft, but now the excitement was coming back
and I could see Darrel's manhood growing long and thick beneath his
slippery fingers.

    I got my hands soapy and that felt good, holding my cocky and
squeezing it, tugging at my penis until she was stiff and all of five
inches long. She was pink and not very fat at all, but sexy and cute
and feminine. Darrel was looking at her, nodding his head slowly while
his ebony prick grew big and fat. He had to be about the same size as
Keith, I thought, and the white froth of soap looked incredibly hot as
Darrel churned it with his fist. It reminded me of cum, a lot of semen
all stirred up into bubbles and that made me giggle and I even blushed
a little as Darrel grinned at me.

    I turned for him and there was no doubt that I was showing off for
the man. I gave him my ass, arching my back and wriggling my hips as I
worked a soapy hand between my smooth round cheeks. I played with
myself, watching Darrel stare at my butt while he jerked off. I rubbed
my fingers over my pink butthole and then pressed my middle finger
inside slowly. The rubbery ring of my anus was soft and tight and gave
way reluctantly as I pushed my finger deep. I rubbed my cock and
finger fucked my asshole for a long minute, maybe two before I felt my
orgasm cumming on hard.

    "I'm gonna cum..." I breathed and I had no idea why I was telling
Darrel that, but I did.

    "Yeah, girl. Work that pussy, baby..." Darrel agreed. "I'm gonna cum
too. Fuck that sexy pussy for me!"

    Hearing a man, a handsome naked black man, calling my asshole a
pussy pushed me over the edge. I gasped and my rectum spasmed around
my finger as my balls jerked, spewing their creamy load over my fist
and onto the tiles. I was shaking and massaging my sexy cum all over
my cock while Darrel watched me. I'd never masturbated in front of
another person before in my life and the idea that a man was not only
watching me, but getting off on it was delicious. I feasted on the
sensation and my orgasm was intense and burning in my tummy.

    "Oh! Brandy...Yeah, baby! Here it comes!" Darrel told me and he was
arching his back a moment later, while I was still coming down from my
orgasm.

    I watched as a thick jet of semen burst out of his swollen cock
and landed near my feet only to be quickly slowly washed away by my
shower. If I'd been a little closer, Darrel would have been cumming on
my legs! He had a lot of it too and I just rubbed my cock and held my
breath, staring as his thick black penis ejaculated with rapid spurts.
It was amazingly sexy and when he was finally done I let out the
breath I'd been holding with a soft whoosh and giggled breathlessly.

    "That's what I'm talkin' about," Darrel chuckled and he was a
little out of breath too. "I didn't get you did I?"

    "Huh? Oh!" I laughed and stuck out my tongue. "No, but you came
pretty close."

    "Okay," he grinned at me and God! Darrel was a good looking man.

    "Next time I'll have to stand a little closer, I guess," I teased
him and he was nodding.

    "Next time maybe you could give me a hand," he suggested and I
felt myself all buttery inside.

    "Maybe," I said and I was feeling a little bold in his warm smile.
"Would you give me a hand too?"

    "I'd give you a lot more than that, Brandy," he promised me. "Give
you all you can handle, girl."

    "Oh!" I rubbed my left nipple just because it burned. "I don't
know," I sang lightly. "I can handle a lot."

    "I got a lot," Darrel promised and he was still stroking his cock
and it was getting big again.

    "I see that," I breathed and then I decided I'd better go before I
did something I wasn't sure I wanted to. Except I knew that I did want
to and it was so hard not to and...God! I was like a nymphomaniac or
something!

    Darrel watched my butt wiggle wetly and I gave him a bit of tongue
as I smiled over my shoulder and left him. Next time, we both knew, we
were going to do a lot more than just jerk off in the shower. We
didn't have to say it either, I could see it in his bright brown eyes
and it made me all kinds of nervous and happy inside. But now I had
another boy to think about and I wasn't sure how I felt about that.

    College was getting kind of complicated.



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