"Please let us congratulate the graduating class of 2000!" Milan and Karina stood up and cheered for their friends and classmates as the sea of caps and tassels descended upon the crowd. Milan followed the ocean of bodies, holding onto Karina's jacket to avoid separation, as everyone filed out of the aisle and onto the green trying to avoid the chaos and collision with the now alumni of the University. Just as she let go of Karina's jacket, she was brought to the ground by the black-sheathed body of a nameless face. She looked up, trying to get her bearings and was surprised when the hand extended to help her was not Karina's.
She looked at the pale hand and grasped it; another pale hand reached around her waist on her way up, steadying her on her feet. The momentum of the pull thrust her into the chest of the individual; she placed her hands against his chest and felt the curve of his pecks, even through his graduation suit and robe. "Sorry about that, miss," he hurried apologetically. "I'm just in a rush. I'm trying to catch my roommate before he leaves. You ok?" She looked up into the tawny face and gray eyes. "Yeah I'm fine,' she blushed. Milan dusted herself off; she noticed a grass stain on her silk sheath. "Damn, except for this grass stain. That'll never come out."
"Miss I'll pay for it. Just drop it by my room later: I'm in Carver Hall, Room 450. I'll take care of it. But be sure to stop by by 4:30. We'll be packed and probably gone by 5:00." The guy turned and ran across the green towards the back of a taller guy, put his arm around his neck and pushed his face down towards the ground. She noticed the roommate's dark curly hair, the Roman nose. "Milan, you alright? Hello?"
"Karina, I think that's him!"
"That's your mystery man? You can't even see his face from here! How do you know that's him? Girl, you got it bad. You need to take care of that itch you have, know what I'm saying?" Karina, laughing, turned in the opposite direction of the jostling duo and walked across the other side of the quad to their dorm. "I gotta meet Mike at 3:00," she trailed as she sped up her steps. She knew that Karina had said something but Milan was too busy taking off her heels to get more comfortable in studying the roommates. It had been a month since she saw Blaine at Cloud 9 and the stirring between her legs reminded her of the way he made her feel that night.
Milan saw the room door slightly ajar and was about to explain to Karina the problem with leaving the door ajar when she saw Karina kissing a tanned white guy. He was fondling her backside under her skirt while with his other hand he kept her pressed against his massive chest. It was strange to see her roommate with a white guy—the archetype of the Nubian body was usually too much for a white man to handle. She watched intently as her ivory beau worshipped her body, kissing her neck and leading her towards the bed.
He sat down and removed her jacket, followed by her white blouse. He cupped her breasts kissing the tops of them before he removed her bra. He looked at her heavy, full C-cup breasts with awe, moving to her puffy nut-brown areolas, then to her eraser-sized nipples. Mike covered one nipple, then the other, with his mouth and swirled his tongue around them, tasting her cinnamon-kissed sweetness, lingering longer on her right nipple to suckle. She moaned while running her long caramel fingers through his sun-kissed blond hair. He tongued her nipples a minute more, supporting his action by cupping the swell of her breast with his hand.
Roving further, he moved his free hand down to her waist and around to the back of her skirt, slowly tugging the zipper open while continuing to lick at her breasts. Voyeuristic Milan was confused as to how this could have happened so quickly—Karina knew that she would be on her way up to the room. She helped Mike pull her skirt and underwear down with one swift tug and stepped out of her clothes, leaving herself completely naked for his viewing.
"Part your legs a little," he whispered sexily. She obeyed, widening her stance and letting his hands move over her soft caramel skin passing over her rounded hips to the outside of her thighs and inward, toward her inner thighs. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her mound lightly. Her slickness was evident as he glanced down to see her lips dew-laden. Her pubic hairs, dark and coarse, covered a perfectly shaped bush. Her ambrosial moisture was inviting and Mike wanted to drink from her in earnest. Karina sighed heavily and again ran her fingers through his blonde hair. She moved her hands to his shoulders and pushed him back on the bed. She wanted to make him feel good and control him. She straddled his hips, leaned over and, with light fingering, unbuttoned his shirt. She slid her hands above his groin, below the shirttails and spread his shirt open, continuing up until she reached his neck.
She reached down for his wrists and pulled them up above his head, taking the rest of his shirt with her movement until his hands were tangled within the shirt. She moved her hands to his belt and whipped it off with a wry smile. Mike raised his hips to help Karina in her immediate mission. She removed the rest of his clothes, slid between his legs and stared at the bobbing cock. The crimson head oozed precum and danced its snake dance in front of her face. The snake charmer deep-throated her snake without any tongue play.
"Mmmm," she moaned as her voluptuous lips engulfed the head and descended swiftly down his shaft. She circled her tongue around his shaft like a serpent, eliciting moan after moan from her lover.
"Ohh…oh..oh..oh," he grunted as she ascended the shaft and sucked his knob. He ran his fingers through her thick curly hair.
"Baby, you're so beautiful, your skin, so smooth so caramel and lovely—I..oh..oh..love your color. My black beauty." She bobbed her head up and down, burying her nose in his blonde pubes and coming up for air, sucking on his head and tonguing the underside of his heart-shaped head. Karina became intimately lingual with his member, reacquainting herself with every vein, ridge and texture.
Mike enthralled with her fellatio uncontrollably thrust his hips but Karina never missed a beat. He was reaching his peak; he felt the stirring in his balls. "I'm gonna cum..oh..oh..aaaah!" She, being gifted at cocksucking, deep-throated his member letting his jism slide right into her stomach. Milan watched her friend give head to her man and realized that her own breathing had become shallow and her wetness had soaked through her panties. She wanted to enter the room and join in, but she did not know how they would react if she did. She decided to strictly be a voyeur and watch their climax.
Karina straddled Mike again, this time raising up on her knees and grabbing his cock. She rubbed his sensitive head up and down against her hot slit, lingering when she came in contact with her clit and again when she reached her hole. He begged her for relief. "Please baby, put it in," he pleaded. "You want it? You want to feel my warm black pussy?"
