Chocolate Flava

by Zane

  Victor sat there like he was scared to take off his clothes.

  “It would be a whole lot easier to suck your dick if you don’t have any clothes on,” I finally said.

  He got up and undressed, his mouth hanging open the entire time as I profiled on the bed, making sure he got an eagle-eyed view of everything.

  When he was nude, I reached for him and pulled him down on the bed beside me. “Wanna sixty-nine?”

  “Sure, why not?”

  I climbed on top of him and positioned my pussy over his face. Then I started teasing his dick with the tip of my tongue. He flinched and I loved it. Men who react to touching so quickly generally are very passionate. Some men are so acclimated to sex that you damn near have to choke on their dick before they even moan. Not so with Victor. Before I even had the head in my mouth, he was moaning and his toes were curling up.

  “Lovely,” I said.

  “What’s lovely?” he asked.

  “The way your toes are curled up.” I giggled. “I like it when I make a man’s toes curl.”

  My comment must have truly turned him on because he grabbed the back of my thighs and pulled my pussy down onto his tongue. It was warm and thick and since I had already gotten a head start with an earlier orgasm, my pussy was ready for more action and extremely wet.

  We went for it with the oral sex for the next thirty minutes before deciding to get down to business. Instead of climbing off him, I slid down his chest, letting my pussy juice lubricate it, and then sat on his dick facing his ankles. I grabbed his calves and squeezed as I moved up and down on his thick dick. It was even thicker than I had imagined when I fantasized about it.

  Victor started slapping me on the ass. At first, I wasn’t sure I was feeling it but then realized it was making me more excited. I came for the umpteenth time and the cum trickled down the sides of his thighs onto the sheets.

  Victor exploded next and we lay there spent, both grinning in silence.

  “So, was that casual enough for you?” he finally asked.

  “Yes, it was,” I replied. “Thanks for taking a dismal day and turning it into something much more special and memorable.”

  “Thank you for inviting me up.” He chuckled. “I wasn’t looking forward to spending the night in the security office with Big Mo and Little Joe.”

  “Big Mo and Little Joe?” I laughed. “Cute names. I’ll have to meet them sometime.”

  He eyed me suspiciously. “Does that mean you plan to see me again?”

  I buried my head in his chest for a moment and then bit his left nipple. “What if I do? Are you down for that?”

  “Absolutely.”

  He drew my face to his and kissed me. “You know, they have very nice showers here. Or so I hear.”

  “Is that an invitation?” I asked.

  “Yes.” He palmed my ass. “Will you accept?”

  I didn’t answer. I just got up and headed toward the bathroom.

  Fifteen minutes later, we were going for it again in the shower. I glanced down at the tennis bracelet sparkling on my arm, remembering how the entire chain of events had been set off by a ten-percent-off coupon.

  “Stranger things have happened,” I whispered as Victor got on his knees and buried his head between my legs.

  The Flood—Part Two: Not Me, No Way, Oh Maybe

  Shit! I couldn’t believe my eyes. The day had been going bad enough already. Instead of hanging out with my sorority sisters, I had to study chemistry before I flunked out of college completely. I got up early in the fucking morning, went over to the science building to make up some lab work, and then it started raining. It wasn’t raining cats and dogs. It was raining fucking cows and pigs.

  I hadn’t heard a damn thing about rain coming that day. Then again, I had partied the night before and rarely listened to the news anyway. I had gone through at least three boom boxes a year during my first two years of college but my television was rarely turned on.

  I was never in my room unless I was studying, and my study habits left a lot to be desired. I’ll admit that my parents were so strict on me in high school that when I escaped and left Hotlanta for D.C., I was “out there” from day one.

  As soon as I got to college, fine-ass men were hanging out in front of the freshmen girls’ dorm. While Hotlanta had a lot of brothas, they had played out to some extent. My friends from high school always used to hang out at Morehouse picking up men, but my folks weren’t having it. They kept me under lock and key from the time I reached puberty. It was like they could sense boys sniffing my pussy or something.

  Hell, I didn’t lose my virginity until I got to college and that was just downright sad. My closest friends had been banging up a storm for what seemed like decades, even though it had only been a few years. Let’s just say I made up for lost time when I got to college.

  I didn’t give it up my first night on campus but I gave it up the second night. His name was Bernard but they called him “The Body” and damn, did he have one! Bernard looked like he had been chiseled out of stone. He was light-skinned with dark, bedroom eyes and muscles for days.

  I met him at a house party; someplace I had no damn business being since I didn’t and still don’t know who owned the house. I went to the party with this sister, who lived across the hall from me in the dorm. My roommate turned me off from the second I met her so I wasn’t going a damn place with her.

  Anyway, Lisa and I arrived at this row house about eight blocks from campus and there were wall-to-wall people up in that joint. I noticed Bernard right away, probably because he was surrounded by hoochie mommas damn near flashing their tits at him. Now, being inexperienced, I was a little skird at first, but then I made a life-altering decision.

  My parents were a long-ass way from me. My pussy had never been stuck, sucked, or fucked. I was in college, which meant I had some brains. I was an adult, so I said, “Fuck it,” out loud and marched right up to him. I was rude and pushed a few of the whores out my way. They weren’t happy either.

  “My name’s Frenchie, what’s yours?” I asked him.

  “Bernard,” he replied in a sexy-ass voice.

  I could barely hear him, but luckily the music was concentrated in the basement so we could at least talk.

  “You go to school here, Bernard?” I inquired.

  “Yeah, I’m a senior. You?”

  “I’m a freshman.” I pushed my breasts up on him, all 34C of them. “I guess that would make me fresh meat.”

  He laughed in my face. “I guess it would.”

  One of the other bitches copped an attitude. “Um, Bernard, I thought we were hooking up tonight,” she stated nastily.

  He gave her an annoyed look. “Maybe we will; maybe we won’t. Let me get to know youngun over here.”

  “I like the way you talk,” I whispered in his ear. “It’s sexy.”

  “You think so?”

  “Uh-huh. In fact, why don’t we blow this joint?”

  Bernard looked me up and down and obviously decided that I was the pick of the evening. Virgin or not, if nothing else, I knew my ass was fine. In fact, next month, I’m going on that reality TV show Elimidate just to prove that I’m the shit and can get any man I want. I’m trying to get on Blind Date and The 5th Wheel, too. I might as well do them all. I want to get on that Blackgentlemen.com show but the waiting list is so damn long, I might be in a rocking chair before I land a spot on that bitch.

  Bernard and I ended up back at his apartment. He lived a few miles from campus and drove a fly-ass Corvette. He was originally from the Bronx and I loved his accent. I also loved his dick. Shit, I adored his dick.

  “The Body” was shocked when I informed him about my virginity. Then this big-ass grin spread across his face.

  “Damn, your cherry’s still intact?” he asked, moving in closer to me on the sofa.

  “Intact and ready to be busted,” I replied.

  “So why’d you select me to do it?”

  “I’ll be frank. My
parents are—how shall I say it—strict as shit, so I’ve been dick-deprived while all my friends have been living it up like that JaRule song.” I reached out and started rubbing his dick through his shorts. “Now it’s my turn.”

  “That still doesn’t answer the question. Why me?”

  It was obvious that he wanted me to blow up his ego. I decided if that’s what it took, so fucking be it.

  “Why you? Hmph, well, you’re obviously fine, but you know that already. As I said before, I like the way you talk and your accent is the shit. Your ride is slamming and so is your place. If I have to give it up to someone to get the party started, why not you?” I rubbed his dick more aggressively and went in for the kill. “After all, you’re damn near perfect!”

  He blushed and rubbed his chin. “I just love a woman that recognizes perfection when she sees it.” Then he disappointed me. “What’s your major?”

  I frowned. “Who gives a fuck what my major is? I want to do the nasty with you, not marry you.”

  “For someone with strict parents, you sure have a filthy mouth.”

  I got up and started undressing. I was ready to get the first time over with. From what I’d heard, the first time was never all that but it was a necessity. If you never start, you can never excel.

  “Okay, fine. My major is fucking with a minor in dick-sucking. How’s that?”

  “Smart ass!” He pointed at me and rotated his finger. “If you’re gonna strip, do it right. Twirl around or something.”

  “I wasn’t exactly trying to strip. I’m just trying to get buck naked.” He smirked and it angered me. “How the fuck am I supposed to strip without any damn music?”

  He got up, went over to a shelf system and turned on Monifah’s “Touch It.” Now that shit just did something to a sister. That’s one of my all-time faves.

  I got into the flow of the music and before I knew it, I was ready to rival a professional.

  Bernard eyed me with a smile on his face. “You know, you could make a shitload of money stripping on the side. Lots of girls do it to make it through college.”

  “My parents have my tuition and shit covered,” I said. “They had one of those college funds for me since birth.”

  “Cool, but money can buy a lot of other things, too.”

  I got everything off and was ready to stop talking so I said, “Shut the fuck up and get naked with me.”

  Bernard chuckled and got up off the couch. He stripped and, while I wasn’t an expert at that time, his dick looked mighty scrumptious to me.

  I’m not going to elaborate too much about the rest of the night. As expected, my first time was just a means to an end. It hurt like hell, Bernard was inconsiderate and just went for his, not giving a shit whether I walked away from the experience with anything or not, and I never fucked his ass again. He was just a dick.

  I did take his advice, though. After realizing it was expensive as shit to hang out in D.C. and discovering that fly clothes, liquor, and weed were all necessities to be considered “cool” on campus, I took a gig stripping at Omije. To this day, I don’t know what the fuck “Omije” means, but I still work there. I make wheelbarrows full of money, too.

  Men are so fucking stupid. You can tell them anything and they believe it. All you have to do is stroke their heads, both of them, and they will give you the lint off their balls if you ask for it.

  I don’t pull tricks like most of the other dancers. Fuck that. I pick and choose who I am willing to do. Now, eating my pussy is something totally different. If a man is trying to give up the Benjamins to lick my coochie, they are welcome to it. Women, too, for that matter. I’ve only let a few sisters sample the goods, but tongue action is tongue action, so what the hell.

  I love making money for taking off my clothes and shaking my ass. That was one reason I was so mad the day of the fucking flood. There I was, on a Saturday, trying to do the damn thing and study, when those damn cows and pigs started falling from the sky.

  There was no way I was going to be able to make it to Omije in weather like that. Water was cascading down the middle of the campus streets like the Nile. I must admit that looking at some of the students trying to walk through that shit was hilarious. Idiots! Common sense should’ve told them to chill where they were.

  My only regret was that I wasn’t chilling in my dorm room, instead of the science building. I would’ve preferred to be stuck anywhere but there. Over one of my sorority sisters’ cribs or some damn place.

  The building was damn near deserted. I had seen a few peeps earlier but as I went out in the hallway, I didn’t hear anything. You could have heard a mouse pissing on a cotton ball up in that bitch.

  To make matters worse, I was starving. I didn’t bother fixing any instant oatmeal before I left my dorm and my stomach was growling like a muthafucka. I went back into the chemistry lab and searched through my backpack for something, anything, to munch on. The only thing I found was one damn Twizzler and it was stuck to the bottom. It had probably been there for months.

  I was startled when I heard someone turning the door-knob. In popped the head of the janitor. He looked just as surprised to see me.

  “Sorry, miss, I didn’t know anyone was here. I’ll come back later and clean up.”

  Before he could close the door, I yelled out, “Hold up! I’m actually done, but I can’t get back to my dorm in the rain.”

  “That’s putting it mildly. They just had to pull one student out of a storm drain over by the business building.”

  “Out a storm drain? How the hell can someone fall down a storm drain?” I asked.

  “It was one of those big ones and the wind gusts and water are so strong, it just dragged her right in.”

  “Stupid bitch,” I muttered under my breath.

  “What’s that?” he asked, straining an ear to hear.

  “Uh, nothing. Is she okay?”

  “Yeah, she’s fine.”

  “Cool.” I went closer to the door. “Listen, is there anything to eat around here?”

  “You mean, other than the dead frogs in the biology lab?”

  I eyed the fool like I wanted to rip him a new asshole. He got the point.

  “Just joking,” he added. “There’s a few vending machines in the staff lounge.”

  Things were looking up. “Where’s that?”

  “Second floor, behind the bank of elevators.”

  “Hmph, they have the shit hidden, huh? I never knew it was there.”

  He grinned. “It keeps the students out, but no one’s in there today so feel free.”

  “Thanks.”

  I managed to find the staff lounge. “Ain’t this a bitch!” I said when I spotted it behind the elevators. I tried the door and it was locked. “Shit!”

  As I was stomping away, I heard the door open behind me and a male voice say, “Sorry, we locked it so we could study.”

  I turned to face the one they called Darwin. There he was in all his nerd glory, with his bifocals on and a pocket protector sticking out of his shirt. Darwin, whose real name I never knew or cared to know, was one of the three campus geniuses whom everyone avoided at all costs. The other two were nicknamed after famous scientists as well: Newton and Einstein.

  While I had seen them around campus many times, particularly in the science building where they seemed to live, I had never uttered a word to any of them. To do so would have been considered “questionable” by the other cool people like me.

  I assumed when he said “we locked it so we could study” that he was referring to the rest of his crew. They acted like they were joined at the hip.

  “I just wanted to get something from the vending machines,” I finally replied.

  He opened the door wider. “That’s not a problem. Come on in.”

  Sure enough, when I walked through the door, the other two were sitting there at a table piled up with books. They looked like they were about to pee themselves when I appeared. I didn’t care how smart they were, they were
still fucking idiots in my book.

  The one they called Einstein spoke up. “Hey, Frenchie. What are you doing here?”

  I was stunned. “You know my name?”

  He blushed and glanced down at the table. “Everyone knows your name, Frenchie. You’re like the most popular girl on campus.”

  I glared at him. “Damn right I am, but I didn’t realize nerds kept up with those kinds of things.”

  Einstein straightened his bow tie and adjusted his suspenders. “Well, we do.”

  Newton had the nerve to get smart with me. “We’re not nerds. We’re extremely intelligent and there’s nothing wrong with being intelligent. You should try it sometime.”

  I marched over to the table where they were sitting. “Are you calling me a dummy, you highwater-wearing muthafucka?”

  Darwin walked up behind me. “No, he’s not doing that. He was simply pointing out that we don’t like being called that particular name.”

  “Which name? Nerds?” I asked. “Well, that’s what you are.”

  Darwin joined the other two at the table. “Define the word ‘nerds.’ ”

  “Define it?” I asked.

  Newton smirked at me. “Hmph, she probably doesn’t even know what ‘define’ means.”

  “Kiss my black ass!” I yelled out at him. “You probably don’t even know which way the slit on a pussy goes, you faggot!”

  “I’m not gay!” he came back at me. “I have a girlfriend. Two of them.”

  “In your wet dreams,” I said nastily. “Who in their right mind would fuck the likes of you?”

  Newton smirked again. “You’d be surprised. I go out with some of the hottest women on campus.”

  I snickered. The fool couldn’t be for real. His eyeglasses had a piece of masking tape in the middle holding them together. Then it dawned on me. “Aw, I get it. You prey on the sisters and trade study help for sex, don’t you? How pathetic.”

  “It’s not even like that,” Darwin said. “Newton has a lot to offer. He’s at the top of the class and some day, he’s going to run a multi-billion-dollar corporation.”