Nineteen year old Jeremiah Nelson, or Jeri, as everyone called him, was enjoying his college life. He was a high achiever, one of the top students in his Business Classes, and first quarterback of the junior football team. Add to that, he was dating Stacy, one of the hottest girl's on Campus.
Jeri was a tall, muscular guy, with a handsome hunk next door face. He had short brown hair, and cobalt blue eyes. He was from New York State, and had polite manners. Everyone liked him.
Life could not have been finer for Jeri. And then Dee came into his life like his darkest nightmare. Dee, an African American from South Central, LA, transferred to Jeri's college on a sports scholarship.
Dee shared Jeri's room, soon took his position as quarterback, and was giving him tough competition in Business Class.
Dee was a twenty year old, black male of medium height. His face was dark and handsome, his nose big, his lips thick and full. He had a friendly face. His hair was short cropped. Dee had a lean, athletic body. His torso was like a sculpture, well defined and muscular.
Dee was an ambitious, driven black man, who wanted to win. His Motto of life was, work hard and play hard.
Jeri felt very threatened by the black man. Although he was a head taller, and more muscular, he felt dominated by him. Dee liked walking around the room dressed in nothing but tiny boxers that outlined his thick cock. He moved lightly on his feet, like a dark, graceful predator from the African jungle.
Dee oozed sexual energy, and had an animal attraction. The girls loved him. And he had an easy, smooth way of getting them. He was a notorious womaniser with an insatiable lust for sex. Jeri was surprised at how white chicks, even seniors, just seemed to throw it in the African's face.
"Yeah, just because he is black, and a wanna be college sports star," Jeri thought bitterly.
To make matters worse, when Jeri introduced his girlfriend, Stacy, to Dee, she was absolutely fascinated with the black man. Stacy came from a small southern town where there were no blacks. She beamed at Dee like a kid in a Zoo. When she came to visit Jeri, she and Dee would chat away and laugh together.
However, as time went on, Jeri could not help warming up to him. Dee was a good natured guy, who faced life with a smile. He just couldn't be bothered about the chip on Jeri's shoulder. He did not feel threatened by his white room mate. He kept being cordial to him till Jeri became embarrassed with his own stupidity.
Chapter 1
It was a hot, sunny, humid summer day in Boston. They walked hand in hand across the campus green lawns, a young, handsome college couple, deeply besotted with each other. He was Jeremiah Nelson, or Jeri, as everyone called him, and his girlfriend was Stacy.
Jeri the tall, muscular 20 year old, with short, brown hair and a handsome hunk next door face was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, which was glued to his impressive muscles.
Stacy, 19, was a good natured Southern Belle. Her face was sweet, and ever smiling. Long lashes framed big, green grey eyes. Her lips were full, pouting, and heart shaped. Her hair was dark brown, long and curly.
Stacy was a tall, busty, bootylicious, corn fed young lady of the south. Her bust was awesome, the big, firm, pride of the south. When she laughed heartily, which was quite often, it set them jiggling beautifully. Her belly was toned, and she had curvy hips, and a thick, heart shaped bubble butt. She played lots of sport, but it never got smaller. Once, it had caused her pain, but now she loved it. It was taut and ripe, it did not droop or sag. And men loved it, the way they always leered after her, looking like they wanted to dive in there. Since J-Lo and Beyonce, all men were suddenly into big butts. She laughed when she read about people even reaching out for silicon, just to get a thick butt. Hers was real, with a certificate of authentication from the dirty South.
Stacy was dressed for the heat, in a thin, short, white top with spaghetti shoulder straps. It was hugging her generous cleavage, and her thick nipples were poking against the material. A short jeans skirt was glued to her curvy hips.
The two lovebirds had met each other at a party on Campus. A friend had introduced them. The hot Southern Belle had instantly fallen in love with the handsome, muscular, football playing hunk. Being a tall, busty, curvaceous woman, Stacy always liked her man tall and muscular. She was a wild, energetic Bronco that needed a strong man of the range.
Jeri adored Stacy. She was a happy, uncomplicated person. She lived life lustfully, and she was such pleasant fun to be with. Jeri loved spending all his free time with her. She knew how to make a man feel loved and appreciated.
"So, what are we going to do on this hot, humid day?" Stacy asked in her sweet, southern accent.
"Lets go to my room and relax, and have a cold beer and a smoke," Jeri responded in his clean cut New York accent.
"Is Dee there. I haven't seen him for so long. How is he doing?"
"Oh he is fine..."
"Is he still womanising?" Stacy giggled.
"No, he is dating a girl from Venezuela now. He swears he is in love, but I wonder how long that will last."
"He is a real rogue isn't he?" "But you like him all the same, don't you?"
"Yeah, he is cool. And anyway, if those girls keep throwing themselves at his feet just because he is the quarterback, then its their fault."
"They throw themselves at any guy on the team, those sluts!"
"Well, you better keep away from them, coz if I catch you cheating on me, I will show you how mean a Southern Belle can get..."
They laughed. Jeri squeezed Stacy's butt cheek fondly. She wiggled her bubble butt.
"Lets go to your room darling. And if Dee is there, you need to get rid of him fast," Stacy said, in her come fuck me voice.
Chapter 2
Dee was sitting in front of his computer in the Hostel room he shared with Jeri. He had just returned from a long day of lectures and sports practice and was enjoying a cold beer, and a computer game. A couple of his college mates were meeting for a beer, but he was too lethargic for that.
Dee stood up yawning, wiping sweat from his brow. He pulled off his t-shirt. His chest was muscular and defined, his abs a perfect six pack. He eased his long shorts down his hips. A pair of tight black boxers were glued to his hips, outlining a thick bundle. Dee sat back in his chair and continued with his computer game.
The door opened, and Jeri walked in, followed by Stacy.
"Hi there buddy," Jeri greeted his roommate happily.
"Wassup, wassup?" Dee greeted him, getting up and taking his hand. Jeri was almost a head taller. The two boys bumped shoulders.
"Hi there Stacy," Dee moved in to the busty, tall brunette and hugged her. He pressed her soft, curvy body to his taut, warm torso and kissed her cheeks. His hands slid down her curvaceous hips, lingering.
"Hi there," the sweet, adorable, busty southern belle said warmly. She wiped back a strand of long, dark curls from her face, a twinkle in her big, green-grey eyes.
"You feeling hot, huh!" she teased, looking at the semi naked, black athlete, obviously liking what she saw.
"Yeah man, its hot as hell in Boston. And so humid," Dee stretched his body languidly, making a show of it. Stacy could not take her eyes away from his gorgeous dark body. Even Jeri was watching. "Want me to put some clothes on."
"Never mind. I am enjoying the view..." she giggled, patting his six pack.
"Hey, don't be catching jungle fever here..." Jeri joked, pinching a pliant buttock.
