During my first year in college I had become really close friends with Carl and Faith. Most nights we would be at Carl's apartment studying, talking and occasionally drinking ourselves silly. I had met Carl in my photography, as we were paired up by the professor on the first assignment. We both shared a love for motorcycles and that stood as the foundation for our friendship. I knew Faith in high school since she was friends with an ex-girlfriend and after that relationship ended, we continued to talk and became really close buddies. I introduced Carl to Faith and the three of us quickly became inseparable.
I would be lying if I said that Faith's looks had nothing to do with the reason why I continued to be friends with her after my break-up. Being a black guy, I fit right into the stereotype of liking a nice round butt and have actually turned away a sure fuck because of a flat ass. Faith is Vietnamese and not much about her was stereotypical.
Yes, she is short with long, straight black hair but if you saw her from the back you would think she was Brazilian. At just over five feet tall, Faith's ass almost seems impossible on her tiny frame. Her parents also own and restaurant and when she turned 18, daddy's girl begged for and received a pair of 34C's from the best plastic surgeon in the state. Faith's incredible body, uniquely beautiful face and slight accent made her the most exotic and lusted after girl at my high school.
The three of us were at Carl's getting tipsy one night when he asked if we would help him with a school project.
"I want to draw you two," Carl said. Carl is an amazing artist and was taking a figure drawing course.
"Cool, who are you gonna do first?" Faith asked.
"I want to draw you both, together."
"I'm down," I said, taking a heavy swig from my run and coke.
"Yea, let's do it," Faith added.
I looked at Carl and he gave me a 'You owe me big time' grin as he got up and headed towards his bedroom.
"We'll do it in here," he called out to us.
Faith and I grabbed our drinks and playfully raced into his bedroom. Carl was sitting at his small computer desk setting up a small easel.
"What now, van Gogh?" I asked.
Carl told me to sit on the bed, facing away from him. "Now take off your shirt," he instructed.
As I did, I saw Faith sneaking a peek at my toned chest and abs while she sipped her drink. Throughout high school I played basketball, football, ran track and lifted weights which were all paying off now.
"Okay Faith, I want you to sit in his lap and put your head on his shoulder."
She put her cup on the ground by his bed and jumped on me. I immediately started to tickle her sides and we wrestled momentarily while Carl started a playlist on his computer. We stopped when he started giving more instructions.
"Now wrap your left arm under his and grab his shoulder... Yea, that's perfect now both of you turned towards me just a little bit."
I had to pick Faith up since her entire weight was in my lap. I did so by placing my large hands on both her ass cheeks and moved into position.
"I can palm a basketball but your ass is too big even for these," I joked, holding my hands up. Carl burst out laughing and Faith glared at me. "Are you sure you that plastic Dr. Gordon didn't give you boobs AND a black girl's ass?"
"Har har, you're so funny," Faith said sarcastically, as she pinched one of my exposed nipples.
"Okay Faith, look at me and tilt your head... The other way... A little more... Wait, something isn't right."
"What wrong?" Faith asked.
"Your shirt... Can you take it off?" Carl asked.
"And bra?"
