Sammy had always been the nicest person I've ever known. We met in high school and fell completely in love. She was always so kind, warm and bubbly to everyone she ever met. Together we had forged a good life for us. I worked for a high-profile IT company, she worked in a science lab. We'd managed to afford a nice house with room to spare, no kids despite being together for over ten years, we were happy and comfortable in life and love.
So, it wasn't really a surprise to me when, while watching a documentary on the refugee problem, Sammy said that she wanted to help.
This happened at around the ten-year mark of our relationship. I was 28 and she was 26. Her body had matured amazingly. She had 32DD boobs, a large, round pale ass, thin waist, and large hips. She was, in my opinion, the embodiment of a pawg.
"They suffer so much," she said as we watched, her pretty features downcast as she pushed a strand of ginger hair out of her face, "I want to take one in." I wasn't surprised but I was confused.
"You want a stranger to live with us?"
"It'll only be for a few months," she said, taking my hand, "They move in with people for a few months then get rehoused somewhere else, usually together in a hostel or something. But there's so many of them trying to get over they get backed up."
We discussed it over the next few days. I felt like it was a huge decision, but her mind was made up. It was something she felt like she had to do. To help someone who desperately needed it and, I had to admit, the idea of helping someone out like that really did feel good.
Finally, I caved, and arrangements were made. We found out we were getting a refugee from Nigeria called Jermain, not his real name but one he chose so we wouldn't have to struggle to pronounce his African name. The day finally came when he arrived at our house. He was a tall man who clearly liked to take care of himself. His rock-hard pecs were visible through his tight shirt and he towered over me and Sammy. He spoke remarkably good English, apparently a common trait among African refugees. For the first few hours we sat around the table with a cup of tea, the three of us plus the representative looking after his case, a small man completely unimportant to the story I'm telling.
Jermain was nice and polite. He thanked us constantly for taking him in. We learnt he was 21 and had been orphaned as a young child, his dad in a work accident, his mum of malnutrition. It was heart breaking hearing him speak and tear up slightly as he talked about them. He'd been on the list to travel to the country for years and had worked on a farm while he waited, hence his amazing physique. We showed him to his room once the representative left and spent a pleasant evening getting to know each other.
Sammy was all smiles when we went to bed, "Isn't he lovely?" She said.
"Handsome too," I teased, seeing her red cheeks. He slapped me playfully.
"That's not what I meant. He's had such a tragic life. I really hope we can make a difference."
We didn't see much of Jermain over the next couple of weeks. The company looking after him had all kinds of classes and trips planned for him. Most of the time, we'd only briefly see him over dinner or breakfast. He and Sammy got on really well though. There was a lot of laughing and smiling when they chatted, sometimes for hours without really involving me. I could tell she was attracted to him by the colour her cheeks went and how she would play with her hair while they spoke. I'd tease her regularly about it.
"When is your boyfriend coming home?" I asked her one evening as she was preparing dinner.
"Fuck off," she replied, stirring a concoction, "You worried I'm going to replace you with the tall, handsome African man?"
"Maybe," I teased with a smile.
"Well, maybe I will if you don't behave."
It was such a simple exchange, but one that stoked a fire inside me. That night I had the most vivid dream, I still remember it well to this day. Sammy was on her back, legs spread wide a look of pure ecstasy on her face. Jermain was in between her legs, pumping her pussy with his huge black dick. I woke with a start that night and a rock-hard erection. I was so turned on I had to go to the toilet to jack off. The dream recurred for the next few nights, fuelled further by the way Jermain and Sammy seemed to be getting closer and closer.
They'd started touching now, hugs goodbyes or little taps on the arm. There was clearly sexual tension between them, and it was driving me wild. I was becoming more and more aware of what I wanted. My dream. I wanted my dream to become reality. But how could I possibly bring it up with Sammy? We'd been together for years and never once had either of us even kissed someone else. As it turned out, I didn't have to worry about this.
One night, Sammy, me and Jermain were all in the house. None of us had work, classes, or trips the next day so we decided to make a night of it. We got some booze in, ordered takeaway and watched films. Jermain and I demolished a large pack of beer and Sammy had gone through over half a bottle of vodka as we chatted, completely ignoring the film. Jermain asked us about how we met, so we told him we met at school. We reminisced about old dates and our first kiss.
"I've never had a kiss," Jermain said with a sad smile, "Never really had a girlfriend."
"Oh?" Sammy said, genuinely shocked, "How is that possible?"
"Just never happened. Back in Africa it was hard to meet new people."
"Sammy will give you a kiss," I said, joking but my heart jumped to my mouth anyway. Jermain laughed but Sammy gave out an interesting, half giggle. It was as if she was considering it.
"I'm sure that would be amazing but-" He stopped talking when Sammy turned to me suddenly. We made eye contact for a split second, but somehow hundreds of words were said. She wanted to kiss him, just for fun. For him. Could she do it? Was I okay with it? Somehow, my eyes replied. Yes, do it.
Before I could process anything, she stood up from where she was sat next to me and sat next to Jermain on the other sofa. He went to say something, but her lips stopped him. They kissed deeply and passionately. Jermain put his arms around her small, pale body and I was the most aroused I've ever been in my life. They broke off the kiss after a few, agonising seconds and both giggled.
"Wow, umm..." Jermain stammered.
"Yeah," Sammy replied with a small laugh.
We continued to chat about unrelated things for an hour or so, my dick never softening. She stayed sat next to Jermain for the rest of the night, their bodies touching gently. Finally, we said goodnight to Jermain and went to our room.
