Colorful Friendship

We were always friends, childhood friends, that friendship that has no evil, until then there was no evil on his part. We grew up together on the same street, we always played together, we attended the same parties, and I had him as a brother and he had me as a sister. Until our teens, we had no sexual intimacy, to tell each other their experiences. He was very shy, he was a pretty little black guy that any woman would kill herself to know the footprint he has. As for me, I was one of those white nerds, glasses, really thin. Until then I hadn't seen him with a woman, a certain stage of our lives I thought he was gay. He doesn't date any of my friends or any of the girls I knew. One day a family party, they asked my mom to go, and at that time I was on a roll, a relationship that's not even worth talking about. When my mom told me we were going, because she knew that my relationship was going from bad to worse, just fighting, just bad, she asked me with a very sarcastic tone. Guess who's going to the party? I don't care about my boyfriend, and she smiled and said, yes, he did. We arrived at the party. It was lunch. His family was so much fun, those really funny families that made you laugh at everything, you know? My poor boyfriend, in turn was all dislocated, he didn't even know where he was, my white boyfriend who alone, in the midst of that root black people who gave even pride to see. When I arrived, he wasn't there yet, but his mother was already there. Because of my college and his running, and because he moved there, we hadn't seen or talked for a couple of years, I confess I was looking forward to seeing him, from him a hug, after all he was my childhood friend, my almost brother. He was so sweet, that by the time he arrived one of his cousins, the most scandalous cried out. Look who's here. He's all embarrassed about his girlfriend, people think about a beautiful black girl, you know those American black girls? Then he came in all handsome hand in hand with her. By the time I saw it, I was completely disconcerted, because besides being so handsome he had a beautiful black girl next door, who was very polite, you have no idea. He came in to greet everyone in the family, and fucking people he was very hot. He had a jeans shorts, a white sneaker and a white shirt that matched his shoes, a black hat that contrasted with all his clothes, those you know? A player's style, but much nicer. When he came to greet me, he hugged me and I felt that perfume, my legs shook, and I got very wet. He sat down with his girlfriend who looked beautiful, too, and even if I was a man I'd get so pretty, even my boyfriend looked at her because I realized it. But my focus was on him, you know? I couldn't stop looking and thinking like that, how the fuck did a guy who grew up with me become all this? Guys, I swear, I was literally drooling about him, he was really cute, and to top it off, he was being a prince with his girlfriend. Damn it, it beats me easy. When lunch was over and I went to say goodbye, I gave him another hug and he accidentally held his hand on my pussy, which was already wet, from the first hug, now it was much wetter anyway. I left very horny. That day my boyfriend was sleeping at my house. We had an ugly fight on Saturday night, which had made me cry a lot, and he always with that thing, mistreats then comes with a gift to want to ease. Guys, I know it's wrong, but we were in the car and I kept thinking about the hug. Fucking wonderful perfume, and his perfume was on my blouse. As I had also changed neighborhoods, and lived a little far, on the way my wicked thoughts took over me. I know it was time my boyfriend said something and I was away thinking about that nigger. People were never my man's pattern, I always picked up the white guys, and I swear to myself it was already pretty good, having that boring thing, you know? And as much as we were friends, we'd never been in the mood. Since my boyfriend slept at home, and he was redeeming himself because of the fight the day before, we made a very couple schedule. But people I've never felt this much like fucking, really I've never been turned on like that. And it wasn't that my boyfriend was bad in bed, but I don't know, he was so settled, he was undone, he did it just to come, you know. Sometimes we'd leave the house to go to parties, I'd suck on him in the car and he wouldn't even make me come. I also had my share of guilt, because I too got comfortable and got used to having little. Since he slept in my house, and I was already very excited, we decided to do something. Guys, I was horny, I got caught. He's got a hard-on, so I decided to be a little bolder, and I went after him. He quickly got up and said, "I'm going to come." I didn't even have time to put my mouth on it. He made fun of me all along, and unfortunately he blacked out, according to him he had a tiring day, he was tired of so much work, and erased right there on my side. Since I wasn't getting horny, I picked up my phone and went looking for my neighbor on social media, and when I found his instagram, people could see the evolution, I stayed there for a while admiring you know, and amazingly enough, I hadn't seen the picture with the black that he was on that day. So I didn't screw up, so I slept and talked to my boyfriend the other day, because the way I was, I couldn't stay. That nigger really messed with me in a way that even dreamed about him. Fucking good fucking dream. The other day we had to work and my boyfriend had an afternoon exam, so he would stay home until later. I was a little late to have this conversation. We sat at the coffee table and I put him all the negative points in the relationship. I told him I couldn't stand fighting anymore, that I didn't want to have friction anymore, that I wanted to do different things. Dude he laughed and said so. Look, I'm gonna be real honest with you. I've been wanting to say this for a while. But our relationship is long gone. I don't feel the same way anymore, I can't feel the same way, and it's fucked up to me because you tried, you know, but I haven't wanted it in a while. You know your best friend? About six months ago, she and I met at a bar, and it was just after a fight, I sat down and talked to her, told her everything that had happened, and she just told her that you were wrong, and that after a long time fighting, seeing someone give me a reason and not judging me was just one of the reasons for me to look out on the street, which I haven't found in a while. I looked at him laughing, and I asked him like that. Fuck you weren't even man enough to finish? He laughed and said he didn't want to hurt me, he also said I needed him, that I had no one but him and this friend. I looked at him and asked him, and I asked him to be honest. You and her are staying. He looked at me and laughed and said, we've been having sex for a while. It broke up with me, and there was no doubt left for me. I finished right there, went to work really sad, because I still had feelings for him, and he was such a son of a bitch that he still slept in my house. The day passed I was very sad, until my work friends saw, it was clear, and the night still had college, which means I would have to see this friend who said she was a friend in front of me, and behind my back I would take what was mine. Mine don't. Well, I got to college really sad, and this friend of mine came to me to try to talk, but since I was full of brains, I didn't even think to end up telling her to fuck off. And to get worse at the end of class, when I was there waiting for my vain to go home, the son of a bitch shows up and picks her up, puts her in the car and leaves. I must admit, I was good for a few days. My mom asked me what happened and I told her, and she just said it. I knew he was no good, he didn't treat you well, you deserved to be treated like a real woman. And it fucking makes sense, the guy didn't make any fucking effort in the relationship, and every time he left my house early, he said the phone was dead and he just showed up the other day. A few months passed, and I was about to go on a company and college vacation, and I really wanted to travel, but it would be really bad on my own. I called my mom and told her I'd pay for everything, but she said she couldn't go because she had some very important things to take care of during this period. So she had the brilliant idea of calling her friend, and asking for her son's number, that wonderful black guy who was at the party. But I didn't even get excited because he was dating until then. My mother asked for his phone number, and without me knowing, she asked him to come to my house to see me, because I was a little down for a few months, because I had broken up. That's Tuesday, and until then I didn't know. On Saturday he showed up at my house, and what a fucking man. He came in with a pair of pants glued on these social pants, with a shoe, a social blouse, and a blazer, and smelly. I'd just left work, and since we were friends, I couldn't let myself down and bad. He sat in a chair in my room right in front of me, and he asked me everything that had happened. I told him, and he immediately said so. Get ready for a ride with me. I got dressed and didn't even know where he was taking me, and to my surprise he took me to his apartment. I got a little embarrassed and said so. You're not going to do what I think you are. I have. What a jerk, I'm barely finished and he wants to eat me. You didn't buy me a drink or a dinner or anything. He said that with that dirty smile. So I came home just to get ready, and we go to a black ballad, and there's some friends of mine, and maybe you'll find someone there. I thought so. His fucking girlfriend should go, or he's here at his house. While he was getting ready, I stayed in the room catching up with his mother, and when he left the room my beloved father, what a man. I don't know if it's because he was dressed completely different from my ex, or if it was the style, or I wasn't used to that style of his, you know, but it caught my attention too much, you don't know. He had his black pants glued together, but not so tight as to show things, a Hawaiian blouse, a white sneaker, and a hat that gave him a charm that pqp. Leaving his house, he talked to his mother like that. Today I'm taking her to the black world. In the car he's already been listening to some sounds, which like he said, I love hip hop R&B. I didn't understand the moment he spoke, but I liked the sound. It was a very different place than I was used to. Imagine me white, I used to enjoy those things my college friends used to introduce me to, backcountry funk all those expensive ballads. For starters, it was so different, that at the ballad there was no command, and you went to the bar and bought what you wanted, second point, I didn't even pay to get in, because women's entrance was off until a certain time. We arrived there I saw that he was very dear, our friends threw the party when he arrived, it seemed they did not see each other in time. He introduced me to everyone, and a great detail, the girl who was with him at the party, was there but wasn't close, but he said hello to her and I go back to the table where his friends were. It was a really nice night, I laughed a lot, and I swear I've never had so much fun. Both men and girls treated me very well. When he left, he said he'd take me home, and I didn't even worry. He took me home, left me inside the house, and I thought that was super cute, and since we had switched phones, I asked him to come home the next day that he was gonna make us a lunch to catch up. When he left, I got that thing in my mind, and seriously, he treated me so well, in a way that I hadn't been treated in months. He called me beautiful, introduced me as the most beautiful friend he had, exalted me to his friends, and as much as it was just in friendship, I was very happy. The other day he confirmed he was going to lunch, and I got all excited, and I swear I didn't even think about him sexually. He got here just in time for lunch, and to be a guy who can't shake his hand like he said, came in with some wine. We have lunch with my parents as always loving him, and his stories. Until my mother said so. See, you have to get a boyfriend like that. The one you used to date is gonna excuse me, but he was either sitting at the table or talking business or not talking to us. That's the weather, you know? That silence, sirs. He laughed and my mother still insisted. Why didn't you two ever try? And he explained that we had a friendship, that childhood friend blablabla. He helped me do the dishes, and while we were washing, I told him to tell me more about him. He leaned on the counter and breathed and said so. What do you want to know? I told him we'd sit at the table and catch up. We went to the table, I sat down and started asking him what he was up to, the things he was doing. And he answered, that he was working with some projects and explained to me his projects, very interesting, but what I really wanted to know is whether he was dating, or who was the black one he was with. I didn't seem to like it, so I asked. I asked him if he was dating and who was she? His answer was. Look, she and I had a quick one-month roll. It didn't work out. We had different ideas. I breathed relieved and thought, least badly, at least it's not gay. Since we were childhood friends, we talked about everything, and when we got to the sex part my God, what a bath, which washed in my ex. Seriously, he started saying the things he liked, and that was getting me horny, I don't know if it was the wine or himself, I know I started getting wet when he said it like that. So the last time we were together, she was wearing a very short dress, and we were very horny and we couldn't get to the motel, we had sex in the car and out of it too. He didn't give much detail but just wondering, my pussy was already on fire. We went out a couple more times, until I was on vacation, and my trip was already scheduled. But going alone was really bad. The day before the trip he calls me and asks me if I wanted to travel with him, and since I was on a scheduled trip, I said I couldn't because of the trip and stuff. And he did. Well, I'm going to go to the beach with those black ballad friends, and you're only going to be a couple, and so you don't have to be alone, I thought I'd ask you to go, but since you're going on a trip, I'm going on my own. I stopped thinking about the proposal, and the pussy spoke louder than reason. Since it wasn't an agency trip, I just called him again and asked him if the invitation was still up? He said he'd be very good to me to remember the old days. I told him I'd go, but on one condition. He said any condition you command, and asked the condition. I went and said I'd only go if we went to sleep in the same room. He didn't even question and he said, you sleep in the same room as me. Since my ticket was late, I didn't go with him, I wanted to go and enjoy it. But on the way hit me with the fear, the black one he was with was there, and spoil my plans. Getting there was a home of his friends, and he came over to show me where we'd be, and he asked me if it would be okay if he and I slept in the same bed? I smiled shyly and said no. I put my stuff in my room, put on a bikini, wasn't even a sexy bikini, it was normal for me. When we go into the water, one of the girls in the house said so. Look I never thought my black friend who only likes black would be interested in a white girl. I laughed and made a fool of myself asking what friend. Then she just answered like that. You're gonna sleep with him tonight, and I hope he fucks you hot the way he fucks my friends, because my daughter has a reputation for good in bed that my God. I laughed and said he saw me as a sister, and she told me so. Have you seen the way you're eating with your eyes? Well, I wasn't used to it, being wanted that way. We spend the day at the beach, until lunch there. The night we decided to go to a pizza place, the detail is that everyone was a couple. I went to the bathroom and another girl came and said. Girl, you're getting what a lot of girl here has wanted. I laughed and said she was crazy that it had nothing to do with it. When we came home, how we were gonna sleep together, put on those pajamas, and he came in with a shirtless shorts, said good night to everybody, and I lay next to me, smelling in a way that my will was to hug him and sleep tight. We were tired but the heat wouldn't let us sleep, and to complete all the couples decided to have sex rsrs. I kind of said it like that. I was told today that you were wishing me, that I got what many here wanted. He looked at me like a bastard and said so. Look, I'll tell you, when I saw you, I thought like this, fuck how hot she looks, and I swear, they haven't called me hot in a long time. And he kept talking. I saw you just as a friend, but I'm gonna tell you, you look really hot, and I couldn't resist, and I looked at your ass anyway, and I saw that she could use a slap. It made me shudder. Then he kept talking. The minute I saw you in a bikini, I thought it was super sexy, you're way different from the little girl who grew up with me. You're a big woman and you're fucking hot, too bad you just see it as a friend. I was so ashamed I said it like that. I think we'd better get some sleep. We slept and in the middle of the night it was too hot, I got up to drink water, and I saw that he was in the kitchen. Guys, he was all sweaty, and I'm serious that I've always been cool with this, and I saw that black guy all sweaty, and I got horny at the time. My legs babbled, and I was kind of dizzy and wet. I took a glass of water and he came back to me to get rid of me, it wasn't even hard and I could feel him touching me. He put the glass in the sink and asked me if I wanted him to wait for me. I said yes because I'm afraid of the dark rs. He waited for me, and on the way to his room in an attempt to scare me, he got behind his waist, but it didn't scare me, it made me stick my ass in a way I'd never stood up. He held me to the wall, and I think by the way he put his mouth right next to mine, like he was gonna kiss me, and he went into the room. The thing is, I wanted the kiss and I waited, damn it, I got a boner that never got me up. We went into the room and he lay down and said he would sleep after I went to sleep. I told him with a very gasping voice that I was sleepless. And the son of a bitch with the dirty smile said he already knew. We started talking and he put his hand on my thigh. And I confide to him that I've never been sucked. He said it with that dirty voice. Ain't nobody ever fucking sucked that pussy? And I said no. Then he realized that no one had ever really caught me. At some point in the conversation he said so. So no one's ever treated you like a whore in bed? Nobody ever fucked you hot? And I answered. I don't think so. He got up, shut the door, and I didn't understand anything. Out of nowhere he came at me picking me up by the neck, hanging me like he was gonna kill me, but making me horny. And with his other hand he would slide through my body. Picking up my boobs, going down to my stomach, but I never got where I wanted. As he kissed me holding my neck, I felt his hand going right through my legs. I was so wet I could feel it in my pajamas. I had no reaction. My only reaction was to moan really good. Until he stopped and said so. Since they never caught you the way you deserve, today I'm gonna make you have an orgasm, a friend present for you. He took my shirt off, kissed me again, and laid me on the bed very violently, spread my legs and over the shorts still, began to rub my pussy, which was so sensitive that I just pulled over I was already wanting to come. He took off my shorts and left me naked in a way I had never been. I was naked in front of that hot nigger, so horny I couldn't even talk. He put me on the edge of the bed, came over one more time, and I just thought, wow, he's gonna put that really good dick on me. But he hadn't even taken his shorts off his bed. He slipped his tongue through my body, and that was driving me crazy, I couldn't control myself anymore, I never felt it. He went down until he got to my pussy, when he got to my pussy, I was already so horny, I was almost making fun. When he got to my pussy, he didn't go straight to my pussy. He stuck his tongue in my crotch on the inside of my thigh, making me moan louder and louder, and then there was just me and him in the house, and he didn't even care about other people anymore. He did it to provoke. He'd go inside my thigh, and he'd take those bites, making me horny, but he'd never go to my pussy, it seems like he was asking my permission, you know, he just started sucking my pussy, when I put a lot of effort into it. Suck me. And then he started sucking on me, and he sucked on me in a way that I think if another guy had sucked on me, he would have gotten over it easy. He used to put his tongue in my pussy in a way that went from the entrance to my clitoris, and it drove me crazy. Until he started sucking my clitoris. I've never felt that feeling before, so much that he gave my clitoris a few tongues and I came. But I came so hard, I got weak. I came so hard I didn't even know I could stay that way. I was all snotty, my pussy was running, and she had that dirty face. I didn't want to let him down. I asked him to take his shorts off, he'd pay back his blow job. But he said if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even come. I know I was still weak, but I couldn't resist. I asked him what his favorite position was, and he said he was dying to fuck me out of four. It broke up with me, I was already in another world that was so horny, crazy to give it to him the way he wanted it. He took off his shorts, and I swear I've never seen anything like it, so much that I let go of a wow. With one hand he took it, and my mouth filled with water. I just wanted to put my mouth together and see if I could swallow it all. He took me by the head kind of violently, and put it in his mouth. As I was already used to, with someone I put my mouth on and came, barely knew he was putting it in my mouth just so I could taste it. I sucked a little, and he said that with a dirty smile. Did you taste my dick? I shook my head and said yes. He didn't even ask, he ordered me to be 4, and I didn't even resist and stayed, when I don't think so, he just brushed his dick's head in the entrance of my pussy that was already all molassed from my cum, and very slowly went putting that wonderful cock full of vein in my pussy. When he was all inside me, he stood still for a few seconds, and he took my hair, making his dick head lean on the bottom of my pussy. As soon as he took my hair, he started a go and come real slow, and that was driving me crazy horny. He was increasing his rhythm, punching me harder and harder, and as he punched me, he hit my ass. At one point his punch was so strong that he was making a loud noise, mixed with my groan and his. But when I was about to come again he went and said he wanted to see me sit like a whore on his dick. I was used to sitting down. So I went up on him, and I shoved his dick in my pussy, and I let it slide down to the bottom, but when I sat down, I was already so excited, I came back. I got weak and couldn't sit on that wonderful dick. But he hadn't come yet, so he put his face down and to punish me, he started brushing his dick in the driveway of my ass. I was so relaxed, and my ass was so measly from my jokes, I didn't even feel pain when he put it in, actually that submission situation made me horny. He'd punch me in the ass like it was in my pussy, and for someone who was barely used to pussying, his ass was new. He punched me in the ass holding me by the neck moaning really good in my ear, and I, as amazing as it sounds, came one more time, while I felt him flooding my ass with it. When he came he came so hot, he punched his whole dick into my ass, and groaned very hard in my ear. He got off my back, I didn't even have the strength to turn, I just fell asleep. He got up and I don't know what he was doing. But I slept there, literally, all funny. I had the pussy, my ass full of shit, and it was the best feeling for me. The other day as soon as we woke up, he was already hard, I sucked him pretty good, and I made him give me breakfast milk. I swallowed everything, and what a man who came a lot. We get up and people look at us with that face. Eita fucked up all night. After that we went to the beach again, we spent the day as a couple, but I'll tell you the rest of the days later.