I was so happy my period started. After my shower I got dressed and checked my phone. James still had not texted or called. I became pissed again. I sent him another text anyway.
We need to talk. Call me ;)
I busied myself with homework and studying for finals the rest of the afternoon. When I got sick of my studies I got up and stretched. Glancing over at the mirror I admired the perfect female specimen staring back at me.
"What is wrong with that asshole?"
I thought, arching my back and pushing my chest out,
"No one ignores me for this long..."
Sighing, I relented and went upstairs to help my mother prepare dinner. We had not seen each other for two days and she smiled sweetly.
"Hi honey. How was your weekend?"
"Fine mom," I smiled back, "How was your dinner Friday?"
"It was great. Your father took me dancing afterwards."
We exchanged idle chit chat all through dinner. I was so distracted by my thoughts of James I hardly caught a word of my parents endless prattling. I heard nothing but, "Blah, Blah, Blah."
After the kitchen was cleaned and all the dishes were done I went back to my room telling my parents I had some more studying to do. What I did not mention was that it was on a subject other than school. It was James. If he used to be a star athlete I could find out more about him online. I was disappointed I found several articles about him, but the reporter always identified him by his nick name Big J. Nothing was useful. Around eleven I turned off my computer and crawled into bed, tired and pissed. James still had not called.
By Wednesday my period was over, but my eyes and mind were playing tricks on me. It started Monday when I left for school. I thought I saw the flat black van of James's parked down my street in my rearview mirror. I would check a second later and it was gone. I would toss my bag in my car after school before practice, and my car would be in a different parking place when I returned.
All these strange occurrences had me thinking about James. My pussy would get hot and wet all on its own. It became so much of a problem I had stopped wearing panties at all. I even made sure the basement door remained unlocked whenever I went to bed.
In the meantime Kevin and I had made up. He apologized for passing out before and promised not to get drunk at this weekend's parties. When he begged me to come with him, I couldn't refuse.
After cheerleading practice Friday I showered at school while all the others changed and went home. After my shower I dried off with a towel dried my hair. I wrapped myself in a towel before stopping at the mirrors to blow dry my hair and pulled it into a pony tail after. But when I got to my locker, my clothes were gone. I panicked. I ran to the coach's office but the lights were out and the door was locked - she must have left while I was in the shower.
I heard a locker slam and I whipped around, "Who's there!?"
I had nowhere to run. Only covered in a towel and barefoot, I wouldn't get far. I started looking around thinking one of the other girls must be playing a practical joke. I walked slowly checking around each row of lockers. I sighed when I checked the last row - no one was there.
"I must be hearing things..."
I thought and turned around to see a large black man staring at me.
"OH MY GOD!" I screamed. I turned to run and ran into a hard muscled body, falling onto my ass. I looked up into the steely-eyed gaze of James.
"God, you scared me. What do you want? Please don't hurt me."
James grabbed my arm and picked me up like I was a bag of feathers, "I have no intention of hurting you, sweet cheeks. Far from it." He led me to my locker as I heard the locker room door slam shut. We reached my locker and I saw my clothes had been returned.
"Did you take my clothes? What do you want?"
"It's not what I want," His hard body pressed up against mine, "This is about what you know you want."
My baby blue eyes gazed deeply into his evil dark stare, "And what is it I want?"
My pussy began to drool. He reached forward and tugged my already loose towel, and it fluttered to the floor. I heard his zipper as he spoke low, "You know what you want..."
Without mercy he stabbed his tongue between my puffy red lips. My urges flared up as my hand sank towards his open zipper. Fishing out his flaccid cock I could feel his heart beat as his black member lengthened in my dainty white hand. My tongue started wrestling with his. My snatch burned with an itch that needed to be scratched.
My chest started heaving with my need for air as my excitement grew. James broke the kiss and pushed me gasping to my knees. I guided his impressive black man meat to my posh white lips. I kissed the head before taking him into my wanton mouth. I bobbed my head with fervor, and in just five strokes I had my nose buried in his kinky pubic hair. Straining as best I could, I tickled his balls with the tip of my tongue. A slight pulse of his shaft coated the back of my tongue with his steamy pre-cum, and I pulled back before I choked. I swallowed, my eyes never leaving his, and jammed two fingers of my right hand into my snatch. The taste of this Nubian god's nectar inflamed my need to get laid.
James caught me. Taking hold of my pony tail, he jammed his massive cock down my tight throat. I gagged as his huge cock slid down, stretching my other hole like no one else. I gingerly felt my neck, and touching the moving bulge made me gush onto the tiled floor. He pushed in deep a few times before picking me up.
"Lay down and spread those legs, ho."
Catching my breath I dutifully lay down on the bench, awaiting him to just fuck me into senselessness. He straddled the bench and slid forward until his cock inched along my thighs. Wrapping his hand around his massive organ he sawed it between my nether lips before slapping my clit with its head.
I squirmed and bucked my hips, screaming, "STOP TEASING! Just fuck me."
He caught the edge of my wonton love hole, jabbing in just slightly, "Do you want me to fuck you with this black snake?"
I bucked up to capture more of him. I tossed my head side to side and cooed, "Yesss. Fuck me."
My eyes were closed, waiting for the inevitable thrust. And I waited. And waited. And when I couldn't take any more, he pulled back. He stood up and I heard him zip up his pants. My blue eyes shot open looking at him in total lust. He stared down at me with his dark eyes and grinning evilly. "Looking just like a slut already. How does it feel to want, whore?" He laughed and walked away.
"W-what!?"
I shot up and screamed after him, "Where are you going? HEY! You're such an asshole!!" But he disappeared without a second glance. I was rejected and left sexually frustrated by a thug. I offered up my horny white pussy for him to use and he didn't take it. Staring after him, I brought myself off twice trying to get rid of my frustration, and it didn't work. It only seemed to fuel the slow burn in my pussy. When I realized he wasn't coming back, I threw on my clothes and sped home.
