Away Game

[ella_v]

Her eyes widened when Ella felt Simon’s dark hand on her breast. His strong hand felt so hot like it would burn right through her shirt and bra. Ella nipples hardened under the touch and she felt herself shaking in excitement. Usually she would have slapped every guy that would have dared to touch her like that, but she could not resist Simon and accepted his aggressive groping willingly. Ella had never felt so defenceless to a man, she felt like a fly caught in the net of a spider. All she said and did only made her getting entangled deeper into Simon’s control. Even his open promise that he would touch every inch of Ella‘ white skin with his black hands, made her even more excited and willing to let things happen that she had never dared to think about before. In a moment of clear thinking Ella got up and got some distance between herself and her black suitor. “I better get back to my apartment, I have a ton of work to do.” She gathered the empty cups from the table and threw them into the trash. “So, when are you picking me up? And do you have any suggestions on where we should go on friday?”

On the way home Ella tried to keep her distance from Simon, so that he would not have another chance to grope her. Her body was craving to release the held back sexual energy, but Ella did not want to give in to Simon, yet. When they reached St. Edmund Hall they said good by and Ella kissed Simon on the cheek, before she left to her room. Once in her room, she tried to calm down and sat down at her desk. But her mind to too busy with processing what had happened during the coffee with Simon. Simon had openly show interest in her and his hinds about the size of his dick had only increased Ella’s lust and interest in him. “Is he really that well endowed and that good in bed? Or was that just cheep talk to get me worked up?” What ever it way, Ella had to admit, that the effect it had on her was surprisingly strong. In the end she could not resist any longer her body’s need. When she had heard Simon leave for football practice, she striped out of her cloth and lay down on her bed with her toy. When she moved the tip of the toy between her puffy, enlarged inner labia she moaned “Oh, Simon...” and imagined his dark, black body towering over her.

When Ella recovered from her strong climax fifteen minutes later, she felt bad. Once again she had betrayed James in her thoughts, and she knew that she had Simon get much closer to her than she had intended. Ella knew that she was not in control when she was around Simon and that her black neighbour was not masking his intentions to get between her legs. “And I even encouraged him and asked him out for friday. I really should stop this now, before anything bad happens. And maybe I should tell James about everything...” Ella felt bad when she got dressed again. She had trouble to concentrate on her work all afternoon. And she caught herself several times thinking about what she might wear for her date with Simon on friday.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

“I’ll pick you up around 8 or 9. We’ll do something beforehand then...err...we’ll go clubbing with the rest of the flat?” He was unsure what he wanted to do with her and where to take her, besides fucking her and taking her to bed. “I’ll let you know in the coming days.” He noticed how she kept her distance as they walked to St Edmund hall. He was experienced enough to know that it was all an act. He had seen how flustered she became when he made advances on her. He knew she was aroused to some extent and could have had his way with her that same day if he wanted to. But there was no fun in that. He wanted his actions and words to be engraved in her mind and lost in her blood. He wanted her to think about him for days, even when making love to James. He smirked as she kissed his cheek and they parted their ways.

It was Sunday. Sunday is always the slowest day and even at university – a place generally filled with enthusiastic young people tasting their first real dish of complete freedom – Sunday was the slowest day. There was simply nothing to do, going for a coffee with Ella had taken up a bit of the day, students who came from nearby used it as an opportunity to go home. Hailing from the opposite end of the country, Simon would have to pick his trips home carefully. Realistically going home during University breaks would be the ideal time and cost-effective. Only Football – playing and watching – had kept him sane on Sundays for as long as he could remember. For 90 minutes he could forget about every problem or anything else bothering him in his life. For 90 minutes he could express himself or cheer on the team, paying closer attention to detail to the performances of each player on the team than the average fan. He achieved a sense of satisfaction as he watched Manchester United beat Wigan to extend their lead at the top. A defeat would have been disastrous and turned this Sunday even worse than the average Sunday. As much as he loved football, it was only a 90 minute game. After it had finished, he couldn’t forget his problems or block what was on his mind so naturally, no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t forget Ella.

Monday nights and Thursday nights were the training days for the first team, Thursday nights were not compulsory but you were advised to attend. This was the first team and the majority of the first team members were very serious about their football and thus chose to attend both sessions. Tomorrow Simon would have to see James. How would he be able to look him in the eye? He plays directly in front of him and is the captain of the team, he can't avoid interacting with him. Simon saw football as a type of escape, but how can he forget what is on his mind for 90 minutes when James is on the same pitch for that amount of time? This had never been a problem in the past, for all the women he cheated with didn't have partners who played on the same football team as him. How will that affect his performance? He questioned himself as he paced slowly around the room, scratching his head. He poured himself a glass of water, sighing once it had descended down his throat.

 

[ella_v]

In the next door room Ella had finally finished her Math problems. She had had a hard time to concentrate on her work, her thoughts had always returned to her coffee with Simon and his obvious interest in her. She was surprised how fast both of them seemed to have changed their opinion of the other. Just two days ago, Ella had disliked Simon and she was sure that he had thought about her in a similar way. Now she felt a very strong attraction to him and he had openly told her that he would like to “arrange” for her to get fucked hard. All afternoon she had thought over and over again whether she should go out with Simon or not on friday, but she had still not come to a conclusion about what to do.

During the day, James had called to check on her. He was sorry that he had been so drunk the night before and thus he invited his girlfriend for dinner to make it up. At 7 pm the two lovers met at a small indian restaurant not far from James’s flat. The kissed to greet each other passionately. James noticed that his girlfriend seemed to be worked up today, she was a bit flushed and her kiss was more passionate than usually. They sat down on a table in a corner of the restaurant.

“Hey kitten, sorry that I got so drunk yesterday, I just got a bit carried away with Arsenal loosing so badly. But since I saw that you and Simon were coming along fine, I thought you would get not bored. However, I had not expected that you are into black guys.” James obviously teased Ella, he was not a very jealous person or their relationship would not have survived for a year. By now, James was used to seeing guys checking Ella out or even hitting on her at every possible opportunity they got. He had learned to see this rivalry not as a threat, but as a confirmation of his taste in girls and as a prove of Ella’s love to him, since she had never shown an interest to leave him. This behaviour was rooted very deeply in James’s personality and his upbringing. James had always been interest in seeking approval of the people around him - especially of his father - regardless whether it was in a professional way, in sports, or even in the choice of his girlfriend.

“Me neither... ”, Ella blushed deeply, when she realised what she had just said. “... what I mean, I did not expect to come along with Simon so well. He actually is a pretty nice guy, and guess what, he live right next door to me. Isn’t that a funny coincidence.”

“Wow, that is really a big coincidence. That way I ask him to keep an eye on you, so that you don’t run off with some smart, handsome looking graduate student.” James laughed about his joke, making Ella fell a bit more relaxed, since her boyfriend did not seem to be too concerned about Simon.

“Oh, so you want him to spy on me. Well in that case you will probably not mind at all, that we decided to go clubbing with the other guys from the hall at friday. And it is only fair that I get to have some fun as well, while you are out with your school buddies.” Ella’s heart was racing when she confessed her plans to her boyfriend. But James did not get angry like she had feared, he was cool with her going out. James was thinking to himself that he might have to talk to Simon in private on Monday after practice, just to let him know that he was cool with him and Ella being friends. He did not want any personal problems on his team.

The dinner between the two lover went on smoothly and they went home to James place afterwards to spend the night together. James once again proved to his pretty horny girlfriend that he was exceptionally good when it came to eating her out.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

As much as he associated Sunday with football, it was also family time for him once the football was over. Silence. He wasn’t used to silence. Back home his house was always busy – from members of his lengthy extended family visiting to the house phone ringing every few minutes, as if the house was a kind of office in a central business district. The hectic atmosphere at home had made him countdown to the day he was moving out to university eagerly. Freedom. Peace. Silence. Space. However, now he was away from home he was missing some of the pet peeves he had with living at home. He navigated to the music on his phone to counter the silence, putting on ‘Clocks’ by Coldplay. At least he had company of some sort now. Suddenly the music stopped playing transforming to his ringtone. The phone lit up – letting someone know it was “Mum” calling - as it rang and vibrated. Simon answered it.

“Hello Simon, it’s your mother!” She declared, those were always there first words uttered when she called Simon, identifying herself as if Simon wouldn’t recognise the voice of her own mother, but that was part of the joke. “I haven’t heard from you! You haven’t found yourself a white woman have you!?” Simon shivered as the last few words filtered through the phone. “Errr...of course not. I’m only here to study, ma.” He replied. “That’s my boy!” She said cheerfully, her smiling evident in Simon’s imagination.

While her mum had never advocated against Simon marrying a white woman, his dad had openly done so. This is another reason white women were appealing – the taboo part of it, doing something that would be considered controversial or treading a tightrope. He wasn’t sure about her mother’s thoughts but she never disagreed with his dad when he advised him or his other brothers marrying a white woman. His older brother – David – had been in a long-term relationship with a white girl but once that didn’t work out he became a strong advocate against dating white girls. “They’re all sluts, they have no morals, they’re materialistic,” he consistently ranted to anyone who was willing to listen, but especially his younger brothers so they wouldn’t make the same mistake as him. His other brothers had dated black girls exclusively. Race didn’t come into it for Simon, but when he dated a white girl he did have to keep quiet or keep it secretive to some extent. Having been labelled a ‘black man stuck in a white man’s body’ for his mannerisms and interests, he did prefer white girls as they, more often than not, matched his interests. The taboo part of it was a simplistic way of looking at it but it certainly kick-started his heart and made his temperature rise.

Simon drifted into sleep once the short phone call ended. He was awake by 8am sharp and he was pleasantly surprised to see that his dick was awake before him. “Ohhhhhhhh,” he sighed as he gave it a few swift strokes, enough to harden it but not enough to get the juices flowing, the aroma of Ella and the moment he groped her in the cafe vivid in his imagination. He had football training later in the day it was not an ideal time to masturbate. If he did he’d body would be physically drained later on, as several of his coaches had warned him in earlier years, and he wanted to make it to his lecture on time. He was showered and dressed 30 minutes later and ready to make his 9 o’clock lecture on Soils. It was a difficult lecture to wake up early for, especially as it was a compulsory module, but it was a topic he had little idea about so it was important he attended the first few lectures of the semester at least.

 

[ella_v]

On monday morning, Ella woke up closely embrace by James, who was still deeply asleep. Usually she love waking up next to her loving boyfriend, but today she was actually a bit disappointed. The young girl had been dreaming about Simon and about his dark hands on her white and soft b-cup breasts, but when she woke up she had realised that it was just James‘s hand that rested on her left boob. Ella felt randy and craved for a good fuck, the oral sex with James had been great yesterday, but the young blond wanted more, especially after all the flirting with Simon the day before and her dream. She slowly turned and kissed her sleeping boyfriend on the lips and started to work her way down his body. But she did not make it far, when she was to kiss James‘s naked upper body, he woke up and stopped her and pulled her back up.

“Morning kitten.” He kissed her before he continued. “But have you forgotten, that there is not sex before practice or a game. And as the captain of the team I have to be a role model.” Ella moaned in frustration, she hated the rule especially since she had hoped that being together at university would get them closer together. But with James stupid rule there was hardly room for sex, because his rule did not only include sex in the morning, he also did not want to fuck the evening before. And after practice or a game James usually was too tired to get excited about anything. Frustrated Ella protested, “You must be kidding me, with practice on Monday and Thursday and a game on Saturday, there is no room for quality time in your busy life! And when the champions league gets going again it will be hard to get you interested on Tuesday, our last remaining free day. Maybe I really have to to get interested in a black lover, because I heard they are always ready for action.”

James knew that Ella was completely right, too often he was choosing football over his girlfriend, but he did not want to admit that to her. He thought that his girlfriend was just kidding and bluffing with her - taking a black lover - talk, so he just tried to call her bluff by daring her. “Well, if you are not happy with me, you might just have to do that!”

“Fine! I might just do that.” Saying that, the beautiful blond got out of the bed and went to take a shower. 45 Minutes she got freshly showered and dressed out of the bathroom, so that the waiting James could get in there. Her mood had improved a bit, but she was still not happy about her situation. “The bath it yours, I need to leave now, I have an early class.” They kissed and Ella got her bag and moved to the apartment door. She opened it and turned back to her boyfriend, standing in the door frame. “I love you, ... but I was not kidding earlier ... ”. The door closed behind her and James was left behind alone.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

All Simon could do was countdown the hours until it was football training. Not that he was looking forward to looking at James in the eye but he couldn’t care one bit about the structure of soil, how it formed or its organic matter. A combination of lectures and seminars lasting 6 hours wasn’t fun, especially on a topic he did not enjoy. His mind was only there half-heartedly, he made no lecture notes, he had other thoughts on his mind. He shouldn’t have bothered to come in, might as well have had a Monday morning lay in, he thought.

Once his lengthy academic day at university finished, he made his way to the changing rooms of the football grounds of the University for training. It was finally time to release some tension. Once inside he opened his locker getting out his gold and white football boots before taking an Argentina national football team shirt, a pair of black shorts and a pair of dark blue socks. James walked into changing room soon after, his walk filled with a bounce of a confident and proud man. “Oi oi Jimmy! Get some last night did you!?” The boys joked with him. “All night long!” He boasted proudly. “The benefits of being in a relationship, lads, some of you should try it sometime. She couldn’t keep her hands off me!” It was a stomach churner for Simon, he couldn’t handle James’ claims but he released a smile to hide his true feelings. It was something he would have to get used to, Ella was not his property.

They soon made their way to the pitch, their boots clattering on the concrete as some of them jogged slightly to warm themselves up. They gathered in a circle as the manager outlined what he expected from them in this training session. “Today we’re going to focus on building relationships in the team. I want you to work in twos – the full backs with the wingers on the side they play together, the central midfield pairing, the centre-back pairing and the forward-pairing,” the manager bellowed the instructions as the players went through their stretches. Simon and James automatically looked at each other, nodding to clarify they’ll be pairing. “I want you to work together, to build an understanding so hopefully when we start playing competitive games we can be more fluid. And I can see what combinations work and which ones don’t.” Simon jogged to the side of the pitch to get a ball for them. “So how do you like to play? What are your special moves?” He asked James seriously. “Well, I like penetrating and getting in behind the defence...” He said with a faint smirk. “Just like how I like getting in behind my girlfriend,” he said as he was warming up with kick-ups. “Hahahaha,” they both chuckled at his joke, Simon didn’t find it funny but he didn’t want him to feel left out. “I WANT SOME SERIOUSNESS, BOYS!” The manager warned them, stiffling the outburst of laughter.

James’ and Ella’s behaviour had made Simon question the validity of long-term relationships – do long-term couples stay together because breaking up would cause too much heart break for all those involved? Is Ella just a trophy girlfriend for James; someone to show off to his family, friends and acquaintances?

 

[ella_v]

Ella had spend most of her day in a boring lecture about accounting standards. She had a hard time to follow the professor and to keep up with her notes. She was still furious with James and her situation. She had been looking forward to the end of their weekend relationship, which they had been forced to live due to James’ public school. But all her dreams and desires had not become reality and Ella started to become frustrated. She loved sex with James and it had always been very satisfying, but lately she seemed to crave fore more than her boyfriend was able to give her. She had expected that life away from home and her parents would be more thrilling, but so far the most exciting person she had met was Simon. The coffee date on Sunday morning had really turned her on, but sadly James had not been able to satisfy her afterwards the way she still craved for. Instead they had gotten in a fight about their relationship, but that was not the worst. What Ella was really furious about was James’ lack of interest in her threat to take Simon as a lover. “Well, if he wants me to look for someone else, maybe I should do so.” She made up her mind, that she would go clubbing with her neighbour and the others from the hall. “At least I don‘t have to feel bad about going out with Simon anymore. And maybe James will finally realise what he is loosing and pay more attention to me.” Ella smiled to herself, thinking about what she might wear friday, while the Professor explained different methods of depreciation of the international accounting standards to the class.

The day had not been easy for James either. He had not really been attentive during his classes like Simon and Ella. He had hoped that playing football would help, but he was not completely focused on his game during the practice as well. He had tried to push the thoughts about his fight with Ella and her threat to look for a lover out of his head. But the fear of loosing her was stronger and took his focus off the ball, causing him to loose easy tackles and making awful passes. He had tried to cover his insecurity about his relationship by showing off to his teammates, so that everyone on the team understood that he was hard to compete with on and off the pitch. James especially wanted Simon to know that Ella was happy with him and did not need anyone else in her life. He had not mind Simon showing an interest in his girlfriend, because he liked it when guys envied him for his girlfriend, but the situation had changed fundamentally since Ella obviously were interested in his black teammate. Simon was no longer one of the many guys without a chance, he was a real competitor.

The though of Simon succeeding and getting to fuck Ella made James shiver. But what surprised him was, that the thought of Ella sleeping with is well build black friend was not repelling. Simon was more concerned about loosing this battle and not being the more successful one of the two anymore.

After the practice James waited for Simon to get out of the changing room. “Hey, man, thanks that you took care of Ella on Saturday, so that I could watch the Arsenal game. Although it was really a terrible game by the gunners, but I you know watching football with a girl just isn‘t the same. Anyway, I heard you two plan on hitting the clubs on friday, just wanted to tell you that I am cool with that, as long as you don‘t pull an Ashley Cole on me.”

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

Simon couldn’t help but notice that James’ wasn’t his usual self. When footballers aren’t their usual selves they – or other people - try to find reasons. Knowing what he knew, Simon couldn’t help but speculate the reason for his below-par form. In the training sessions so far James had been comfortable on the ball, rarely giving the ball away and shouting out instructions. He was smiling and shouting out instructions but there was a certain forgery behind it, he appeared to be forcing himself, it didn’t seem quite natural. But he was such a natural leader that no one dared question or criticise him about his performance, especially as it was only the first few weeks. Besides, University football was mostly political – you don’t want to upset the captains, they can choose to drop you, however good your ability at playing football is.

As long as you don’t pull an Ashley Cole on me. It was a good omen that Simon was black, otherwise his face would have transformed into a blood-like colour with embarrassment. “Haha Ashley Cole is a prick, I wouldn’t do that to you, man. Ella is a trustworthy girl and you’re a good guy and we have to keep a good relationship as we’ll be occupying the right wing of the first team for the next 3 years or so!” He was almost saying too much, carry on like this and James would start suspecting that something was going on. Simon squeezed the bottle to release the blackcurrant energy juice into his mouth as he recovered from the intensity of the training session. “Plus we’re going with flatmates too, it’s a shame you can’t come along.” He didn’t want him to come along, if he was to have his way with Ella, but he didn’t want to blatantly show that he had an interest in his girlfriend. “I have other business to attend to; I’ll come along next time.” Simon nodded understandingly as they shook hands and parted ways.

He made the short walk back to St Edmund hall, his body aching with lactic acid, indicating his lack of match fitness. It was 6pm by the time he made it back to the flat, he placed his dirty shirt, socks and boxers into the washing machine so his room wouldn’t be contaminated with an unpleasant smell, before going for a quick shower to freshen up.

As the water tingled all over his dark, reasonably muscular body he thought of the epitome of beauty that lived only next door. His penis awoke once again and – even though he was tired – there was nothing holding him back from stroking it until it cried a stream of warm, cloud-like fluids. His hands gripped his developing figure and started moving in a natural up-and-down motion, prompting it to develop further by the second. “Ahhhhhhhhh,” he gasped. He closed his eyes as vivid pictures of Ella appeared, her ocean-like coloured eyes, her small but firm breasts, her lengthy, brown hair. Her. Naked. He imagined her coming into her room, one thing leading to another and then fucking her until she screamed so hard with pleasure that the other flatmates knew what a slut she was. He quickened the pace and intensity of the stroking as he came to the close, releasing a series of loads in unison with sighs of pleasure, the water washing it down the drain. He rinsed his body once more with soap to ensure he was fully cleared of the fluids and smell and then reached out for the Manchester United towel to dry himself.

 

[ella_v]

When Ella returned to her apartment, she heard the shower running in the room next door. She tried to imagine how her neighbour would look standing butt naked under the shower having the cold water running over his dark skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the eroticism of her fantasy for a moment, she felt her body getting hot and a pleasant feeling spread in her lower body. But her day dream came to a sudden end when Simon turned off the water. Ella had been thinking about their date for some time, but she had not come to a conclusion about how to proceed from here on.

After she had dropped of her stuff and a short visit to the bathroom to take out her contact lenses, Ella checked her phone. She did not have any messages, James had not called all day long and he had still not reacted in any kind after their quarrel this morning. Ella thought that she was not asking for too much, thus in her eyes it was her boyfriend who had to make the first move. On top of that, she had a tendency to be stubborn, which did not make it any easier for James to calm her down without being really sorry.

In her need to talk to someone, Ella started to dial her best friend’s number. “Hi Sarah, it‘s me. How are you doing? And how is everything back home?” “Hey, Ella, nice to hear from you. Are you enjoying the university? And how is James doing, is he still football all the time?” “Well, sweaty, that is the reason why I am calling, I am getting a bit of frustrated about him. He is not having a lot of time for me, and on top of that I met this really cute, black guy, who seems to like me. And he asked me out.... ” Before she could go on Sarah cut in. “Sorry, Ella, did you say that he is black? Oh my god, you are really getting onto the wild side of life.” Ella was happy that her friend did not judge her for having second thoughts about her relationship and that she was interested in a black guy. They kept on talking for over an hour about James and Simon, relationships, how much easier the world would be without men.

When Ella had hung up, she was feeling better. Sarah had backed her up on her opinion, that James had to give up something. It would have to be either some of his football time or it was time for Ella to look for someone to serve her needs. “Hey girl, you are more important than him, so do what you want, and see how it turns out in the end.”, had been Sarah final advice. It was a typical Sarah-wisdom, since she liked to live into the day, while Ella had always preferred to think thing through. But she trusted her friend on this one, since she had way more dating experience than Ella, and thought it was time to take some action.

She got up from her bed, which she had sat on while she had talked on the phone. She took her dark rimmed glasses from the bed side table and placed them on her freckled nose. Then she tied her hair into a ponytail and walked over to Simon‘s apartment to ask him about his plans for friday. Ella was curious if there would be someone joining them or if it might be just the two of them, as she secretly hoped.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

Friday was too far away, it was only Monday, Simon considered as he yawned. He wanted to go clubbing with her sooner rather than later, otherwise she’ll be all he’s thinking about for the next few days. If he was going to get lucky Friday was the ideal day. If she did put out they’d be able to sleep together comfortably without the risk of missing morning lectures. Conversely, he was beginning to think Ella wasn’t type of girl who put out easily. If she was so into him he wouldn’t have gone to James’ to spend a night of pleasure only hours after inappropriate flirting with him? Maybe she was only in it for the thrill of being chased? Surely if she really wanted him they wouldn’t be going out with the flatmates; how would they be able to get some privacy? At the same time, Simon felt like a terrible person, if he did get lucky with Ella what would this say about him; his morals? What would James do if...Before Simon could analyse his thoughts any further he heard a set of firm knocks on the door.

“Hang on!” He shouted as he rushed around trying to get dressed. Drying himself was not a priority as he opened the cabinet taking out the first pair of black shorts he saw and then opening the cupboard to out plain a yellow t-shirt which was the first thing he could get to. Being randomly interrupted was one reason Simon didn’t look to masturbate during the afternoons. Sure, the house at home was busy a lot of the time but even when he was home alone he would be interrupted by a sales person or the kids from next-door asking for the football that has gone over the fence and dropped in their back garden. He naively thought he’d be interrupted less often at university. He noticed he hadn’t dried himself properly in the rush as an image of a yellow shirt with sporadic patches of wetness reflected back to him as he looked at the mirror.“Fuck it,” he muttered to himself, not bothering to change his shirt and dry his skin or to dry his hair.

He raced to the door and opened it to be greeted by Ella, time went very slowly as he stared at her, absorbing all her beauty before mirroring her smile. At first Simon didn’t like the dark-rimmed glasses she was sporting but a split-second after they became warming to him. In fact, they ruined Ella’s innocent-and-sweet image, making her possess more of a good-girl-gone-bad look. Girls in spectacles weren’t a major kink of his, but it was a kink, a bit of a bonus, though few girls could pull it off - Ella certainly could. “Come in,” he welcomed her in, “take a seat,” he pointed to the bed awkwardly. “Or you can sit on my desktop chair...seeing as we wouldn’t want to spoil the bed in case we needed to use it for any activities.” He winked. “Like reading books.” He poured her a glass of water to make her feel at home, opening the window slightly to let the air in as he let her decide where she wanted to sit.

 

[ella_v]

Ella walked into Simon’s room and looked around. “Sorry, that I did just come over without warning you. I hope I am not interrupting anything.” She had noticed the wet spots on Simon’s shirt, which suggested that he had just put that shirt on. Ella guessed that he had not worn any shorts either before she had knocked. She had to smile when she imagined how funny it would have been when Simon had opened the door in his birthday suit. Nevertheless she enjoyed the view of her neighbour in his scarce clothing, since the shorts and he partially wet shirt gave her a nice idea about Simons build and looks.

The room was still as messy as it had been on Sunday morning, when Ella had been able to catch a short glance of it. It was obvious that Simon favoured Manchester United, there was a red devils fan scarf was attached to the wall over the bed, which as covered by red bed sheets with the club logo on them. There were a few other football collectables around her room, but Ella did not see a picture of his family near the night stand. “Oh, I did not know that you were running a fan shop in your apartment.” She giggled as she made her way across the room. “James room had been looking like this, when I first met him. You are just missing the posters with the half naked girls. Or are you hiding them from me?”

Ella did not want to take the desk chair, since it did not feel like her place. Thus she walked over to the bed and sat down on it. “Well, I don‘t have any activities planned on this bed, especially not when it is covered with football themed sheets. And your books on soils and stones don‘t really sound exciting...” She smiled and pushed her glasses up her nose again. She usually did not wear her glasses anywhere but at home, but she felt so comfortable with Simon that she did not mind him seeing her with them. When Simon turned to get her the water Ella used the chance to check out his butt and his profile. “Mmh, nice, looks like he is getting close to being a dream man.”, thought Ella while she took the glass from Simon. He had been standing close to give her the glass, giving her a nice chance to check out his lower body. “Thanks...!”

She took a sip from the glass before she moved to the reason of her surprise visit. “Well... I just wanted to ask if you had already come up with any ideas for our date on friday?” She waited for a second before the continued. “And did you already ask anyone to join us? ... Because i would be cool with it being just the two of us.” Ella blushed and her voice softened while she spoke.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

“Don’t fuckin’ compare me to James.” He said with a fake smile, with traces of anger behind the words. Simon didn’t like to be compared and knowing what Ella did with James last night had upset him a tad. He knew they were a couple and that’s part of what couples do but wasn’t ready to hear news of what they had done so soon after she had been all over him.

This anger soon diminished, Ella had something about her. Something. Simon didn’t know quite what actually but there was something there that was irresistible. Simon could not pin-point what it was but it was something about her mannerisms, or maybe everything. He liked the way she came in and criticised his football-themed sheets and the books of his degree. Many other goals would have probably pretended it was all interesting, but not Ella. She was a challenge. And the more the girl was a challenge, the more Simon loved the chase. “I like the keep the room simple, my rooms have never had posters, it’s simple so mirrors my personality I guess.” He said, matter-of-factly. “I suppose if James has pictures of half-naked girls then he isn’t getting laid enough?” He asked half-rhetorically, half expecting an answer and with a cheeky grin.

Because I would be cool with it being just the two of us. Simon knew what she meant but he didn’t want to force the issue. It was a non-desperate way of saying “I want it to be just the two of us” without forcing the issue. He sat next to Ella, wrapping his right arm around her slender mid-rift which she didn’t fight back against. You really don’t know what you’re getting yourself into, if it’s just us two, your small, white ass is so getting laid on Friday night, raced through Simon’s mind, he didn’t say it to her but he responded with a knowing look, licking his lips at her. “I want to take you to a restaurant nearby so we can get to know each other a bit better,” he answered, “I’m not a fan of clubbing when I need to get to know a person, the music is usually too loud to have any prolonged conversation, but I know the other flatmates are going clubbing so we could join them.” He took a sip of the blackcurrant juice energy drink which he hadn’t finished from football training. “If neither of us are up for clubbing after the restaurant we can come home and watch a film...I’ve got a lot of DVDs we can watch.” His left thumb descended onto her necklace yet again, stroking it sweetly as he gazed into her glorious, sky-blue eyes. “I’m cool with it being just us two...Me and You...Simon and Ella...it’s as black and white as that,” he kissed her on the cheek, before whispering, “no one else.”

 

[ella_v]

“Oh, James did have posters like that when we were not a couple, but now that he has me he does not need them anymore. But I doubt that he is not getting laid enough, because I definitely do not limited that in any way.” She smiled at Simon knowingly, Ella had sensed that Simon was had not liked her comparing him to her boyfriend. This was confusing her a big and got her thinking. “Is Simon jealous of James? But why? I thought those two are coming along fine.” But for her own good she decided to keep away from comparing the two men in the future.

Actually Ella had been curious about what type of women Simon liked, and posters of some women would have been a nice hint. But it looked like Simon had only football on his mind, like James, and that was something that concerned Ella. In a nutshell Simon and James were pretty much the same type of guy, so there was not much of an improvement on the first glance. However, the attraction to the young black was getting stronger with every moment she spend with him. Ella thought, “Maybe it is just the desire to have someone chasing after me or it is just the thrill to date a black man. No matter what it is, it feels good and it is hard to resist.”

It felt good, when Simon sat down next to her and placed his arm around her. Ella was surprised that she just let him get so close, but she was not able to resist in any way. Simon’s hand on her thin t-shirt was warm and she could feel him very clearly. His fingers were only inches away from the bare skin, that had became visible between Ella’s shirt and her low rising jeans. The thought of Simon’ dark hand on her lightly tanned skin aroused Ella and her nipples started to harden under her shirt. Her heart was racing when Simon more or less openly suggested for her to come to his room after the dinner. It was clear to her that Simon had not interest in watching any movies with her, he wanted to get between her legs. His lips on her neck were burning and she was about to agree to his idea to become one with him like yin and yang.

But her conscious did not want to play along with that, yet. So Ella tried to slow things down a bit. “Oh, a dinner sounds great, I would love to check out a restaurant somewhere around here. And you are right, it is much easier to chat over a nice dinner than in a loud club. However, I would love to hit a club with you afterwards. Because dinner and a movie is something that I can have with James all the time. I really would enjoy to get out and to do something special.” She placed her hand on Simon’s thigh and unconsciously bent her head a bit forward so that Simon had better access to her neck.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

“Oh? And that’s why you’ve been flirting with me endlessly?” He said, rolling his eyes. “I don’t know if he does get laid enough...today in training he played like a man who had things on mind...maybe he is sex deprived.” He announced with a straight-face. Simon was part snapping, he wanted Ella to know that she knew all about their night together last night. James had boasted about the night together, so he obviously wasn’t sex deprived, but he wanted to see Ella’s reaction.

Dinner and a movie is something that I can have with James all the time. It was another comparison. It was another sucker punch to Simon. He was his own man. He didn’t want to be a substitution. He didn’t want to be someone who was only there for her to do things she couldn’t do with James. What if it did get to sex? Would she start comparing the two in that department too? He was taken aback by her reluctance to come back to his after having dinner. He was unsure if it was a case of her taking things slowly or further evidence she was only in it for the chase. But surely if she was only in it for the case she wouldn’t be flirting so viciously? Or would she flirt with him so viciously until things fizzled out and then he’d be categorised into the dreaded friend-zone?

Simon couldn’t work out whether Ella was a party girl or if she wanted other company to be with them so he wouldn’t have too much time to make a move on her. He didn’t mind, of course, it was a testament to how well-rounded and spontaneous Ella was if she also wanted to go clubbing. In Simon’s experience, the more intellectual girls he knew weren’t so keen on clubbing, preferring quiet nights reading a book or watching a film in instead. If they were into going out then they preferred bars and pubs, their qualm being the music in mainstream clubs not being quite to their tastes, particularly all the guys who treated them like cheap pieces of meat.

Truth be told, when Simon removed James out of the equation, he wanted to fuck Ella as soon as possible. The only way he was going to fuck her as soon as possible was by testing her sexually; otherwise he could be friend-zoned very soon. Simon planted a warm, smooth kiss on her neck as he took in the scent he was now becoming familiar with. A scent which made him lose his self-control. A scent which made him momentarily forget she was a taken woman. He grabbed her hand and forced it in the direction of his lower regions; his semi-erection was evident as he guided her hand to brush on the surface of his shorts. “You like that, huh? Tell me how it feels.” He placed another kiss on her silky neck. “All that could be yours.” He said in a manner that salespeople used to sell their product, his penis being the product. “I could fuck your sorry white ass tonight...go easy on you as you’re not so used to...the hard fucking...” He lowered his voice, gazing at her from eye to eye as his hands caressed her pure, bright white skin. “Then tomorrow I’ll fuck you harder, then I’ll fuck you harder the day after...and by Friday...” He slowly traced her lips horizontally with his index finger, before whispering seductively. “By Friday...I’ll fuck you like a slut and...you’ll never be the same.”

 

[ella_v]

Ella was surprised to hear that James had not been his best during training. It made her smile a little, since she realised that her threat must have gotten to James. Happily she thought, “Maybe he will finally understand that I am not a given that he has to put some work into keeping me as a happy girlfriend.” Ella knew, that she was a bit bitchy at the moment towards James, but she was feeling very frustrated with the current state of their relationship. She still loved and enjoyed being with James, but sexually she was feeling like she was missing out on a lot. Especially since she had met Simon, the thoughts about sleeping with someone behind her boyfriends back had become strong. Ella hated herself for becoming a cheating slut, but her body was crying out for attention and she was getting more and more willing to give in.

The young girl sensed that Simon was eager to get her between his sheets, but she was not ready for that yet. She wanted to get to know him better first, because had always been picky about her men. Beside that, she liked it, when a guy was tying to seduce her. It made her feel special and desired, something that never failed getting her hot. Usually Ella was enjoying clubbing not very much, because random guys would hit on her and would try to seduce her with some lame pick up lines. But this time the situation was different, she wanted to see Simon trying to seduce her and she wanted to see how he reacted when some competition showed up. James had always been very relaxed about other guys hitting on Ella, but Simon seemed to more possessive, a trait that made him more attractive to the young white girl.

Ella was still thinking about her motivations when she felt Simon’s strong dark hand on hers, pushing her fingers towards his crotch. Her heart was beating faster and she felt herself blushing when he openly advertised his sexual powers. She really loved his dominant behaviour toward her, something that she missed in her relationship with James. Her fingers slipped over his shorts guided by his hand until she felt something solid. Her had was shaking when she moved her fingers onto the evident erection in Simon’ shorts. Simon’s talk about fucking her hard made her nearly moan, while she was getting very excited. She was seconds from giving in, when she felt the black dick in his pants jump when Simon promised her fuck her like a slut. Suddenly she pulled away her hand and stood up and mumbled “Sorry, but I need to go.”

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

Rejection. Simon had never been accustomed to rejection. Once he had found a girl, had built rapport with her, he eventually got her into bed in no time. Whether she had a boyfriend or not was irrelevant. He didn’t care about their boyfriends. Of course, Ella was a unique sense in that case, because he did care about James, but the goal didn’t change – it was to get her into bed. When he noticed her shivering he thought he was one step closer, his dick popping up indicating to her that he was ready. Simon even released a minor smile, hoping that his drought of 6 months without sex would come to an end.

“Erm...okay...bye. Are we still...” She left so quickly that he doubted that she heard what he said, certainly didn’t let him finishing his sentence. “Meeting on Friday?” Simon whispered effortlessly, Ella now completely out of earshot. He couldn’t quite fathom what had happened. Had he taken it too far? He had probably taken it too far but he was only trying to push the boundaries. Maybe Ella wanted to take things slowly and he was naive to think that despite knowing him in a matter of days, she was willing to get sexually physical and be unfaithful with someone who was still a relative stranger. Things had been progressing too fast but she did live next door, things were bound to progress faster than the average potential relationship. Or maybe she was in it for the chase? If she thinks I’ll be the guy who orbits around her for the rest of the degree trying to fuck her then she can fuck off, Simon thought, as he his upper body collapsed onto the bed.

This wasn’t what Simon came to university for. He didn’t want to deal with girl trouble or any kind of girl drama. He didn’t want to be side-tracked from his studies. It was only first year, thankfully, but he still wanted to take it seriously. He wanted to work hard and get a good degree, preferably a first class. He wasn’t proud of the results that got him into university or his last few months at college where he slacked off. He had missed his requirements but because he impressed the Geography department so much at the interview, and possibly because the university wanted to increase its intake of black students, they still offered him a place. Simon thought about going next door to issue an apology to Ella but he banished the thought from his mind. It’s not my fault, if she hadn’t been flirting with me I wouldn’t have got ideas. His penis went limb as he analysed the situation further.

 

[ella_v]

When Ella walked back into her apartment she felt her heart beating like it would explode and her head was spinning. Her knees were weak as the made her way to her bed and she sat down. A warm tingling feeling was still spreading in her lower body and her fingers were still feeling the touch of Simon’s manhood. He had felt nice, but not as big as she had expected, through the thin textile of Simon’s shorts. She still could see his dark hand pushing her small white fingers into his lap and feeling the wet kisses he had placed on her neck.

She did not know what had come over her, she had totally lost the grip on her life in just a few weeks at university. “What is wrong with me? I had all I ever needed with James, now that I lusting after some black guy, who is still pretty much a stranger to me!” The young girl tried to understand what was happening to her, while her body still screamed for a release of all the sexual tension. “Why am I turning into a cheating slut? ... And why can I not stop it? ... ” She walked up and down in the room, totally worked up by the though of Simon’s strong hand on her and his nearly successful attempt to fuck her. “What am I going to do? ... And why is James not calling? I really need him now!” Ella was so frustrated and felt so helpless that she was about to cry.

In the end she could not hold off anymore. She opened her belt and peeled off her jeans after she had disposed her top and shoes. Just in her panties she got onto the bed, imagining that Simon would be underneath her, rubbing her sex with her right hand while the other was busy playing with her breasts. She closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure, “Oh, yes... Simon, fuck me like the slut I am.” Her fingers slipped into her black thong and moved over her sex and the light pubic hair. “Turn me into your white slut and fuck me like I have never been fucked before.” She finally slipped her fingers into her sex and played with her clit. A few minutes later she took off her soaked panties and got her beloved dildo to fuck herself. She moaned Simon’s name when she finally pushed the the glass like toy into her, imagining it to be her neighbours black cock.

After a mind blowing orgasm, which might have been audible in the next door rooms, Ella lay totally relaxed on her bed. Her naked body was covered with sweat and she was breathing rapidly. She still felt that she was not totally satisfied, her toy was not the same as a real man. “Oh, my god, I really need to get fucked by someone. Or I might become crazy, maybe it is just destiny and I have to let things happen...”, was her last thought before she fell asleep on her bed.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

Simon’s limp statue was slowly turning into a rock-hard statue. He knew now wasn’t the time to masturbate but the temptation was becoming hard to resist. Hard to resist in more ways than one, that is. “Ohhh...Ella...you little white slut..does your father know you like black dick?” His arms rubbed the outline of his penis. “I want to...” As several thoughts were racing in Simon’s head, he received a phone call from his football team-mates. He sighed, his session of pleasure over before it had started.

“Come out mate, let’s go clubbing!” They encouraged him. “It’s the biggest student night and it is cheap, you can’t miss it!” Simon was hesitant; the spontaneity of a night out of the blue had always appealed him because these sorts of nights had always been some of his best nights out at home. There was no planning so he never expected much, the low expectations always made it a good night. “Okay, I’ll meet you in the club.” He responded, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for clubbing but he would try, anything to get out of his room and avoid feeling sorry for himself, or something of that ilk. He eventually arrived at the club and found his football team-mates. As the minutes went by they realised something didn’t seem quite right. “You’re a little quiet today, buddy, what’s up?” They asked inquisitively several times. He attempted to dance to the music, clubbing without drinking wasn’t much fun. It was all too artificial and he felt further alienated with his friends beginning to get intoxicated. “I don’t feel well,” he said, making his weak excuses. “I have a headache, I think it’s best if I go and sleep it off.” He shook hands with the guys before releasing a fake smile. “HAVE FUN, LADS!” As he made his walk back from the club, he felt even worse.

It was 1am when he arrived inside his room; he was in no mood to change into his clothes fitting for sleeping. He chucked the chunky development geography textbook and other sheets of paper to the side of the bed to make room for himself before flopping fully-clothed onto the bed. He was awake within 3 hours, the combination of the discomfort of sleeping in jeans and the ever-rising, humid temperature too hard bear. It was more of a glorified nap, if anything. It wasn’t that he wasn’t tired, he was, a 6-hour day at university and football training was enough to tire him, but obviously not enough to make him crave sleep. Only passionate, relentless sex with a woman who could match his stamina would have tired him out, he thought. But that women would not be Ella, he wondered, releasing a hint of a smirk. He sighed and yawned, leaning down to lift his black widescreen laptop onto the bed. At least he could attempt to do some work, he always done his most successful work during the early hours at home. There were fewer distractions, visitors-wise and noise-wise, and the sweet, sweet sounds of progressive rock bands such as Rush and Jethro Tull to motivate him.

 

[ella_v]

In the middle of night Ella woke up since she was feeling cold. She had been lying naked and without uncovered on her bed, by now the pleasant warmth that she had felt from her orgasm was gone. She was surprised to hear some soft rock music coming from Simon‘s next door apartment. “Is he still awake? At this time?” She checked the clock that was sitting on her night stand. “Or has he just forgotten to turn of the music before he fell asleep?”

A part of her wanted to go over and check on Simon, but her common sense told her that it was too late to walk over there. Besides, she had not made the best impression on Simon earlier when she had left so suddenly. Ella felt bad about rushing off without giving any explanation to her friend, but she had felt so close to becoming a cheating slut. “I will have to talk to him in the morning, I will have to explain to him what I am feeling for James and him.”

Ella picked up her thong panties that still lay on the floor and slipped them back on. Then she got her nighty, which was white and had a small ‘I love you!’ print written all over it, and put it on. The small garment had contrasting black straps and trims along the triangle cups and the mid-thigh length end. Ella had bought this nighty for James a while ago, but actually she had never had the chance to show it to him. Dressed for the night, Ella returned back to her bed and tried to sleep again.

The minutes passed away and the young girl still could not sleep. She was listening to the music and her thought always returned to Simon. His touch had felt so good on Ella‘s skin earlier that night and she had been so worked up afterwards. Even thinking about it made her feeling worked up again. All of this only resulted in more tossing and turning, which did not help her to fall asleep at all.

“This is not good, I will have to go over and talk to him or I will never sleep. Maybe he is still awake, so that we can talk.” Without thinking much about her looks Ella moved barefooted out of her apartment and softly knocked on Simon’s door. Her heart was beating so loud that it seemed like it was drown Simon’s music.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

Simon removed his creased jeans and changed into tight shorts which showcased his legs which were made for football and a light white t-shirt to make himself more comfortable. He didn’t have a lecture until the afternoon so he was going to take advantage of the morning to do as much work as possible. He lifted the two main textbooks for the unit onto his lap as he opened a Word document to start on his essay. He typed the title of the essay in bold. “Critically analyse the concept of 'Sense of Place' and issues of territoriality.” In his trademark fashion, he began writing the conclusion of the essay first, instead of the introduction. This was how Simon would always right his essays, he would write the conclusion first, at first it had started as a joke but it had become a successful omen and strategy. The essay topic had made him analyse his sense of place at university, how comfortable did he feel in the environment? Does he feel a sense of belonging or does he feel out of place? Does he ever see himself calling this town on the opposite side of where he’s from ‘home’? It was too early to answer these questions but being a critical person, he would consider them in the next three years.

He heard a gentle knock at the door. He wondered who it could be; the subtlety indicated that it was a woman. He ignored it at first, hoping it was a flatmate who drunkenly knocked on his door after a night out as a joke, but after a few moments of silence he heard another gentle knock at the door, with less subtlety this time. He leaned down to place his laptop beside his bed, followed by the heavy textbooks, and made his way towards the door. He opened the door. It was her. Ella. “Erm...hey...what’s the problem?” He greeted and asked, mumbling the question. He wanted her to know in no uncertain teams that he wasn’t happy with her outburst the previous day. He only opened the door half-heartedly, enough for her to catch a glimpse of his face but not wide enough to welcome her into his room.

The “I love you!” slogans scattered all over the night-dress coupled with her smooth, pale thighs which were partly exposed by the mid-thigh night-dress evoked feelings of deep, inner lust for Ella from Simon. These were parts of her body that had not been exposed to the sun, it was natural. And the natural skin complexion of the white race was what got Simon’s imagination flowing and want to fuck white women into oblivion. There is something about infatuation which makes you do crazy things, even going back on your own word, especially in the university environment when some nights can get very lonely. You’ll forgive them for whatever mistake they have made. Sure, Ella had not cheated on Simon or anything of that sort but she had made him upset enough by storming off the previous day without any explanation. The feelings of infatuation made the usually-stubborn Simon open more of the door. “Come in,” he welcomed her. He couldn’t understand whether the “I love you!” were messages to him, as a form of love, or as a form of sorry, or maybe it was only a night-dress that didn’t have any underlying message behind it. The least he could do was to hear her out.

 

[ella_v]

Ella’s heart was racing when Simon opened the door and let her into his room. Simon’s light t-shirt and the tight shorts did show of his body very well and they young girl immediately felt the attraction for the black handsome guy growing again. The though of his black hands on her skin made Ella‘s blood pressure rise and her nipples started to harden under her the thin textile of her nighty. She walked into the room and sat down again on the bed, which made the hem of her gown to slide up her smooth white legs, exposing them nearly completely to Simon’s view.

“Sorry that I am knocking on your door in the middle of the night. But I could not sleep and I heard the music coming from your room, so I thought that you would not mind if I would come over.” She was looking at the ground and her fingers was playing with each other nervously. “I just feel bad about running away so suddenly earlier today. I am just so confused at the moment... I just don’t know what I should do... I am sorry. I did not want to hurt you, Simon. You are a nice guy ... and I really like you. But I love James and I don‘t want to hurt him...” Her voice was very low while she spoke and her hair had fallen in front of her eyes.

“I am sorry, if I made you feel bad. I just don‘t know what I want ... ” She looked up at Simon and pushed her hair back behind her ears. Ella was feeling like she was about to cry. Simon looked so desirable in his short cloth and her eyes traveled to the obvious bulge in his shorts. But her heart and mind did not want to give up the fight, yet. “What is the right thing to do, Simon?”

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

“Whinge. Whinge. Whinge. Whinge. Typical girl.” Simon thought. He had heard it all before. He wasn’t a Samaritan, he wasn’t here to take care of peoples’ problems and he wasn’t here to offer advice. He wasn’t here to deal with girls who emotionally weren’t sure what they want. If there was one thing that was a turn off for James then that was it. Eye-contact was too awkward to maintain as she explained herself which suited Simon in a sense, providing him with an opportunity to stare at Ella’s glorious thighs, his observations making him aware that her night-dress had slid up a few inches.

“It doesn’t really matter what I fucking think...” Simon said, giving Ella an uncharacteristic look of anger as he expressed his true feelings. “You need to follow your emotions, do what you feel is right, I don’t want to get involved in what is going on with you and James. That’s for you to sort out.” He knew how cold it sounded, but he genuinely didn’t want to be embroiled in other peoples’ problems, though if anything was to happen between them he would be involved by default.

He ascended from the bed as silence dominated the atmosphere of the room, locking the door and placing a key in the keyhole so no one could enter, before returning to the bed. He proceeded to entwine the fingers of his right hand with the fingers hers of her left before planting the palm of his hand onto hers, it resembled an image that would be fitting of a racial equality poster. Simon released a faint smile. “There’s one thing I can guarantee you...and that’s discreetness. He lifted their entwined fingers and placed a soft kiss on the roof of her white hand. “The only problem is once I fuck you...” He breathed in. “Once I fuck you...it will be game over for your vagina.” He displayed a cocky smile. “And game over for your studies.” He placed his sweaty left palm on her thigh, the smoothness of her thigh almost making his hand slide off. “You know what the right thing to do is. No one has to know but us,” he reassured her in with a whisper. Simon was not in the mood to think about consequences, whatever happens he’d deal with it later.

 

[ella_v]

Ella felt disappointed that Simon did not care at all about her problems, especially since he was one of the reasons from them. But he just seemed to be interested in her body and not into her personal life. James always cared about her and wanted to know about her day to day problems, however he seemed not to be interested in her body lately. It seemed like none of the two man could give Ella what she really needed. She was still thinking about her situation when Simon got up and walked over to the door.

Ella‘s throat went dry when she saw the black handsome man looking the door of his room. Her heart was racing and she realised that Simon was ready and did not want to wait any longer for her. Her eyes took in the perfect body of her neighbour and she noticed an obvious bulge in the tight shorts. “Maybe he is right, I should listen to my feelings and my body‘s needs. But the problem is my heart want to be faithful to James while my pussy carves for some real cock.”, thought Ella when Simon took her hand and kissed it. His lips felt good on her skin and her resistance started to melt away.

Her nipples pushed against the nighty when Simon told her that he wanted to fuck her, but his last warning never really reached her brain. Ella was already lost in the erotic site of Simon‘s dark skin on hers. “Why would it be game over for my pussy and my studies... when you fuck me?” She looked up into his eyes when Simon placed his hand on her smooth thigh. It felt warm and sweaty on her skin, but it also felt so good. Ella‘s body took over and she felt her pussy getting wet like never before.

Her body was craving for Simon‘s touch and she wanted his hand to explore her leg. At the same time, Ella‘s right hand found Simons dark leg and she started to move it along the strong muscles toward the shorts, which seemed to become too small. Her eyes were fixed on the growing bulge in Simon‘s pants, which seemed to call for the young while woman.

 

[PhunkyPhuck]

He responded with a wry smile. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he whispered, not answering her question in any clearer manner. Once her hand travelled up so solemnly up his leg, he was in no doubt what she wanted. And to come to his room at this time of day dressed in such a provocative night-dress only made Simon think it was all pre-determined. He didn’t care; he was going to fuck her. He unlocked the entwinement of their hands, placing his three middle fingers her chin which she lifted up with little force. He gazed at her lips, her left eye, then her right eye in a triangular moment that was full of intense. He eventually planted a rigid kiss which reflected their nerves, before pulling away.

“Fuck it,” he reassured himself in his mind, as he always did when he didn’t want to care about a situation. He gripped her night-dress, pulling her towards him, pressing his mouth vigorously against hers, with much more force than the previous kiss. It was the type of powerful kiss that sucks the breath from your lungs and leaves you shivering seconds after it has elapsed. Heck, even years down the line. It was such a brutal kiss that Simon forgot to close his eyes, so wrapped in the proximity of Ella and the possibility of them being one. Her hand had now reached his shorts; he stroked the outline of his shorts as the length of his penis developed in his pants. Simon untied her silky night-dress exposing her well-formed upper body. She was beauty personified. Her white skin was bright and pure, in a contrast that contained traces of the skin of her thighs, but slightly less bright. Her breasts were pert and complemented her body well - small enough to cup and not to be considered a waste. Her body wasn’t manufactured like someone who went to the gym to exercise, her body was natural like of a woman who took good care of herself diet-wise and put in good shifts in farms or through her day-to-day struggles. If James didn’t want to fuck that, then he would. And not with a care in the world.

 

[ella_v]

Ella was surprised by the power and lust that Simon put into the kiss. He was not holding back for a second, his lips were wetter and bigger than the white guys she was used to. The petit white girl closed her eyes and enjoyed the burning lust that Simon was driven by. The intensity of the kiss was taking away Ella‘s breath and she felt how her last bit of resistance was dying with it. Her hand had stopped for a moment, but then continued to slide upwards until she reached the shorts that hid her lover‘s growing erection.

The young girl felt the excitement growing in her along with Simon‘s impressive bulge, which he developed inches from her face. Simon still stood in front of her when he undid the bow of her neck-holder nighty. The light textile slipped down and dropped and gave the view on her breast free. Ella‘s light brown nipples were hard and stood out from her aureolas, which were about an inch in diameter, when Simon‘s black hand reached for them. The contrast of his dark skin on Ella‘s light, firm breast was highly erotic for the young woman and it totally erased James and their relationship from her mind for the time being.

Ella‘s hand slid over the bulge of Simon‘s pants and for the first time she felt his hardening manhood, which felt massive under her fingers. Then she moved her hand further upward and under Simon‘s shirt. Her small hand on the hard black body was an amazing sight and her fingers explored the well defined six-pack that came into her view. Simon‘s hands slid onto her upwards pointing breast and started explore them. His fingers where felling great and Ella moaned excitedly when he pinched her nipples for the first time.

Her hand had pushed up Simon‘s shirt as far as she could without getting up. Simon‘s body looked great in the dim light of the room, his black skin made him look powerful and full of sexual energy. Ella got up from the bed and her nighty dropped to the floor leaving her just in the small black thong. Her free hand took hold of Simon‘s shirt and pulled it up and over his head. She dropped the garment to the floor and pulled her arms around Simon‘s neck and pulled him down for a long and passionate kiss.