1. Visiting a special friend


    Date: 12/31/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Black, Straight Sex, First Time, Straight Sex, massage, Teen, Author: Unknown user, Source: sexstories.com

    I knocked on the metal gate. It was a rather large bungalow surrounded by brick walls with barbed wire icing. My heart was pumping. All I felt was the fear of being rejected or something. Fortunately, her older brother, Suleman, answered the door. He was guy with cool temper and rather muscular build, so he kept his stance. He looked at me judgingly for a moment, smiled, and gave me a handshake. “Ei, what are you doing here?” “I’m here to visit your sister…” I trailed off, knowing how unusual that was for me. He looked at me like he was trying to send me some message between the lines of “Really?” and “Don’t mess with me, I’m watching you”. After some brief moments he replied: “Aiite, come in.” The area inside was a bit stereotypical. Concrete floor in the front as a driveway (thankfully it was empty) A couple of trees, some bushes spread around the corners and some clothes drying at the back. He led me into the house, pointed me to the end of the hallway past the living room, smiled again, and left. There I was, in her bedroom. It was a pretty generic one, for the average rural African, that is. Dark wooden furniture stood around all corners, a somewhat tattered linen mat, covering the concrete floor - cool to the bare feet, a ceiling fan, quietly hissing the air around, and metal barred windows with nets, to fend off mosquitoes and hooligans. She sat there on a double bed, in a blue traditional dress, pretty loose, to allow free movement. She was about 5'5", dark skinned, ...
    brown eyes, her hair done into long dreadlocks. Her rather-concealing dress allowed me to check her out for a slight moment. Her body was curved oh-so perfectly, not voluptuous enough to send guys chasing, but it would look perfect in a suitable outfit. “Hey” “Hi” I replied. So, normally, I don’t visit friends that much, not even talking of girls. And yet, there I was, standing like a lost potato. She quickly shifted onto the other side of the bed and gestured for me to sit on it. I sat down and her laptop was In-between us, playing some Korean film with English subtitles. I started off with discussing about college, and then it went off to music, films, animations and games. The longer I stayed, the more natural it felt. As the credits rolled in for the film, she closed the player and opened a 3d modelling software we were talking about earlier, gesturing “teach me”. I tried my best to start with the basics, cubes and spheres, and moved on to more tasking things, and after a while, I showed her the “brush” tool. This required some precision, so instead of telling her “point there, drag there”, I leaned my hand over her shoulder and took hold of the wireless mouse. At this point, I was practically hugging her. She didn’t seem to resist, so kept it that way. When we were done with that, she stared at me. I stared back into her dark brown eyes for what seemed to be a minute, and then I leaned forward. It startled her for a brief time, but then she gave in. We kissed long and ...
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