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Hello, this is my first story in this category, I hope you find it a bit different from the often-repeated themes found here. There aren't any foot-long black cocks, there are no submissive little white wives, and finally, there are no cuckold husbands.
I find interracial sex quite erotic but want more original content and themes, so I'm contributing this story. I hope you'll enjoy it.
If you have pointless, comments, I'll delete them. Why would you read stories in this category if you only leave negative comments?
1) This is a work of fiction.
2) All characters are at least 18 years of age.
Phone Sex
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> Part 1
My name is Sue, I'm a Half-Korean college student that lost my virginity during my senior year in high school. It was my idea, I wasn't ever pressured into sex, my boyfriend at the time must have known that sooner or later, I'd want to finally experience what intercourse was like. He was right. My boyfriend had been with two other women, and so thankfully the only nervous person on that fateful night was yours truly. He was patient, he knew what he was doing, he gave me multiple orgasms, and I knew I made the right choice to give up my virginity to him. The following day, my life seemed the same, but perhaps just a bit more vivid.
We made love as often as we could, and he talked to me about what felt good to him, he showed me where it felt good on his penis, and I was happy to learn, he made me feel so good without ever needing to have me explain, which would have been embarrassing. I swallowed his cum one night, and he called me his 'naughty little slut.' that turned me on so much that I made sure to swallow anytime he came in my mouth after that. We never had unprotected sex, I was just too paranoid, and if my Mother would have found any birth control pills, it would have been the worst disappointment for her. She's very traditional and comes from a very conservative family, the fact that she married my American Father was considered a fiasco by her parents. I had always wanted to feel my boyfriend's uncovered penis inside of me, but my fear of getting pregnant never allowed it.
I'd been accepted on a math scholarship to a college on the East Coast, and my boyfriend had a scholarship to USC, we both accepted the fact that our lives would go on without each other in them. It would have been silly for either of us to promise to 'stay faithful' or really, even to just carry on as a couple when we would spend the next four years separated by the full expanse of the country. So I threw myself into my studies and put guys out of my mind. During the times my body yearned for release, I used my fingers. Finally buying a small bullet vibrator online after overhearing a few other girls giggling about their battery-operated-boyfriends. The vibrator would make me orgasm quickly, but the noise always worried me that my roommate could hear what I was doing. Most of the time, I used my fingers and came quietly.
Karli was better than I had hoped for as far as roommates go, she was friendly and respectful, she focused on her studies as well, and wasn't what I expected of a young Black woman. I know that sounds terrible, but social media, and so much more has so regularly painted a picture of the exact opposite of Karli. We became friends quickly.
We continued on as roommates for sophomore year, and things picked up right where they'd left off with us. It was nice to be back at school, and rooming with someone easy to get along with. As the new school year settled in, Karli began dating a guy named Ezekial, or 'Z'. His family lived in Nigeria, and Z had the absolute darkest skin I've ever seen a person with in my entire life. I liked his accent, and Z was always very friendly and respectful toward me. I sometimes felt like he must have been brought up with old-fashioned American values that the old black-and-white movies often included. Kari and Z never put me in the uncomfortable situation of having to listen to any sexual relations that were having. Karli had hinted that they were intimate, but if they were having sex, it was somewhere else.
The thought of Karli and Z having sex had a direct connection to how often I masturbated. Sure, I was jealous, sex felt great and now it would be so much easier to have sex and not worry about my parents. I could even go on the pill and not worry about my Mother having a heart attack about it. But it had been a year since I'd been with my ex-boyfriend, and it just seemed like everyone on campus was so much more experienced than me. Ultimately, I decided that I needed to concentrate on my studies and that I'd have the rest of my life for guys after graduating.
One night, Karli came home late, and I heard her making some noise. I listened carefully, not expecting Z to be with her, but curious about the noise she was making. I decided to check and make sure things were okay, or at least what the noise was. When I opened my door, I found Karli on her knees collecting several schoolbooks that she'd dropped.
'Hey Karli, everything okay?' I asked, looking around.
'Sorry I woke you, I'm just clumsy tonight.' she said, looking up at me.
'I didn't know if you had company, I would have come out sooner to help.' I mentioned and noticed her door was shut.
'Nope, just little old me.' she giggled, and got to her feet, setting her books down.
'Okay, well, see you in the morning then.' I smiled and turned to close my door.
'Sue, can I ask you something? I don't want to put you on the spot or anything.' she said and looked confused.
'Of course, what's up?' I asked watching her.
'Would it freak you out if I brought Z back here sometimes?' she asked.
'You've brought him by before, no I don't, wait, do you mean like...' I stopped talking.
'Yeah, I mean like.' she grinned.
'Well, this is where you live too, so I can't tell you who you can bring around, or when you can bring them around.' I said and tried to keep the mood light. The truth is, I would have preferred that they have sex somewhere more private, but what I said was true, I couldn't tell her she couldn't have someone over.
'We'd be quiet, I promise. It's just tough to always find some other place if you know what I mean.' she screwed her face up saying that.
'It's not a problem, really.' I said.
We said our goodnights and closed our doors. Five minutes later I was masturbating, imagining my roommate getting ravished within easy earshot. I pictured Z's dark body thrusting on top of Karli and recalled how I'd felt when my ex-boyfriend had thrust into me. My legs spread without realizing and I sank a finger between my pussy lips and worked it in and out. My other hand worked against my clit, then I slipped a second finger into my pussy and I fucked myself like that until an orgasm swept through my body. It was the first time I fucked myself like that and over the following weeks, I'd find myself repeating this process many times.
True to her word, Karli and Z were quiet, but the noise of her bed could easily be heard when they'd have sex. I realized right away that Karli was having sex for considerably longer than what I had experienced during my time with m ex-boyfriend. I wondered about that, and the truth was that I couldn't recall any time when I didn't orgasm during intercourse with him. It seemed like once he knew that I'd gotten off, he'd continue on for a bit longer and orgasm into a condom. I certainly had no complaints, but masturbating while two people were having sex just 2 closed doors away became less and less fulfilling, and I decided I needed to bite the bullet and find a guy of my own.
It's crazy to suggest that a nice-looking Asian girl couldn't find a guy on a college campus but that seemed to be the reality. I wasn't going to just walk up to the first cute guy I saw and ask him to fuck me, but it just felt like none of the cute guys were interested. This led to me worrying that I was somehow failing to be an attractive young woman. I looked for excuses but the more I looked, the more frustrated I became.