Sue sat at the desk in Randall's study.  She had some math problems in front of her, but she really wasn't paying much attention to them.  She had other things on her mind.

Sue had called Randall to ask for his help, and he agreed.  The first time he tutored her, he tutored her in the library.  The second time was at her dorm, and they went for a glass of wine afterwards.  She got some glances walking to her study cubicle (all the double rooms had study cubicles at the end of the hall) with a nice looking black man, but she kept the door open.  The third time he tutored her, he had her come to his apartment and fixed her lovely salad to eat.  Now, she was back for a fourth session, and was just a bit concerned.

Randall's help had made a big difference.  She still didn't know what was going on in the math class, but it was becoming clearer to her.  And she had raised her grade to a B.  Randall had made the extra bedroom into a study and hung some pictures on the wall.  The pictures were all of white women and Asians.  In some the girls were nude, in some they had on lingerie, and in some panties only.  All appeared to be shot either here in the apartment or some other sort of residence.  Randall was doing something in the living room; she would ask him about it when the opportunity presented itself.

"Well, how's it going?" asked Randall, smiling and gripping her shoulders as he came into his study.

Sue jumped; he had startled her.  "Pretty good, Randall.  Listen, I have a question.  Okay?"

"Shoot."

"Well," she began, not quite knowing how to phrase it and blushing a deep red, "it's about those pictures on the wall.  What I mean is, that they just embarrass a bit.  Did you take them?"

"Yes, I did," said Randall, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her.  "You see, Sue, I like white women.  In fact, I prefer them to black women.  I did take the pics.  And, in fact, I have tutored all of those women and slept with all of them.  Okay?"

That was not quite true.  Randall had slept with all of them, and all of them had been, and some still were, his working girls.  But he had not tutored all.

Sue looked down at the floor and smiled.  She wondered if sex was the payment for being tutored.  She blushed a bit, pulled her knees together tightly, folded her hands on her lap, and looked up at Randall.

"Randall, will I have to, you know?"  Sue had been with three boys in her life, all of them white.  She had never climaxed, but had enjoyed the sensations.  She often wondered about black men.  She smiled a bit more.

"Only," said Randall, squeezing her knee and giving her a big grin, "if you want.  If you want to pose for me, that's okay as well.  I told you, I prefer the company of white women, and I enjoyed tutoring you.  Think it over, Sue.  You might enjoy a black dude."

Sue blushed and turned away.  She went back to her studying.  She had worn a jean mini that came to mid-thigh and she knew she was showing a lot of leg.  But she was hardly dressed to seduce.  When Randall left the room, she studied a bit more, then thought things over.  The guys that she had met on campus had been immature and childish.  They really didn't appeal to her.  Maybe she would take a chance.

Randall left the girl study for another forty minutes, and then suggested a bite to eat.  He took her to a club he knew not far from the UNLV campus.  The food wasn't bad, and it looked like a DJ was setting up for the evening's entertainment.  The crowd was a bit older; it was not the usual college crowd.  All of the males were black.  There was only one other white girl here.  Sue didn't feel uncomfortable but she didn't feel quite right either.

Sue and Randall ate a nice dinner and had a glass of wine.  Some of the other guys and girls came over to the table and said hello, and Randall introduced her.  Everyone seemed pleasant and friendly, and a lot of social talk took place.  Sue began to relax and enjoy herself.

The DJ fired up his equipment, and people began to dance.  Randall got Sue out on the dance floor and they began to move to the hip-hop and soul mix the DJ was playing.  A couple of other guys asked Sue to dance, and she danced with them a bit.  Randall watched her move when she danced with the other guys.  She had great moves.  Her bottom wiggled nicely, she had nice legs, and there was a nice jiggle up top.  Randall would get her in bed tonight.

The DJ switched to a series of slower tunes, and Randall and Sue began a slow dance.  He held her tight and she relaxed and molded her body into his.  Her subconscious had already made up her mind.

Randall had her moving slowly, and he pulled her tighter.  He slowly slid her hands to her bottom, gently squeezing and pulling Sue in a little closer.  He liked the feel of her breasts on his chest.

The couple slowly ground together on the dance floor.  Randall began to play with Sue's bottom, slowly tugging her skirt up.  She blushed into his chest, but had no intention of stopping him.  He teased her bottom, getting the skirt up high enough to give everyone a look at the bottom of her backside.  When the music ended, the couple slowly walked back to their table and sat down.  Randall put his hand on the middle of her right thigh and gently stroked.

The DJ took a break, and people came to the table to chat.  Randall moved his hand higher and higher, and Sue smiled and squirmed.  He tickled her thighs higher and higher, but Sue smiled and kept her legs close.  And then someone bumped her chair and moved it a bit.  Sue spread her legs to keep her balance.  That was all Randall needed.  With her legs spread a bit, he was able to tease her mound over her panty.  Sue was already wet and Randall could feel it.  He slowly stroked over her mound while he talked to another couple.

"Let's get out of here and get back to my place, Baby," Randall whispered in her ear when the couple left the table.  Sue needed no encouragement.  The left the club, got into his car, and drove back to his apartment.  On the way there, he kept teasing between her legs.

Randall would make love three times that night to Sue, making her climax every time.  She had never climaxed before.  He also did something else no boy had ever done to her.  Randall did oral on Sue, teasing her until she was crawling the walls before penetrating.  She was glad she kept her landing strip closely trimmed.  She would shave completely for their next lovemaking.

Sue could not tell if Randall was huge or not.  He would be naked during their lovemaking, but put on his boxers immediately after removing his limp penis.  The bulge in his shorts was quite large.  Randall was certainly bigger than any of the boys she had been with, and was able to stay hard inside of her much longer than they had.  But whether it was the size of his penis or his lovemaking skills that drove her wild would await a decision.  She was just happy that this night had taken place.

Randall kept her naked.  He liked to see his women naked, he told her.  Before he took her for the third time, he gave her a gentle OTK spanking for being a "naughty white girl."  Sue had never been spanked; it left both her bottom and her cheeks a bright red.

The next morning, Randall took her to breakfast and then back to her dorm; she had classes.  They arranged another tutorial session.  Sue could hardly wait.

Randall was pretty sure he could bring her into his stable.  It would just take a little more time.  She was not as sexually forward as some of his other girls, and preferred to be taken as opposed to aggressively joining in love play.  Still, that would work to his advantage.  And he had some customers who would love this kind of girl.  As he drove back to his apartment, he made his plans.
