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He laid me gently on the bed and settled his big body between my trembling thighs. “Oh, honey, I need to be inside your sweet, sweet pussy.”
“Funny you should mention that,” I murmured, reaching down to part the lips of my twat for him. “Because I’ve been dreaming about that big, pussy-pleasing dick of yours. I need it inside me. Now, Jake! Now. Shove it in! Shove it in!”
Cupping my breasts in trembling hands, he kissed me and thrust into me with a maddening slowness that made my toes curl. I closed my eyes and shut the world out. Tonight there was just me and Jake in a world filled with luscious, illicit pleasure.
What If?
reese williams
You ever notice that most black colleges are either in the ghetto or somewhere out in the fuckin’ sticks? Well, my college was a mix of both. We were in the sticks surrounded by a poor-ass town. Remembering back to when I was a freshman, I would like to say that I wasn’t typical, but I was. I was wide-eyed, dick-hungry, and majoring in meeting my future husssben. That’s husband to all you proper tricks. It wasn’t even a guess where I was going when I graduated from my bama-ass high school. Shoot, I spent eighteen years of my life living less than a mile away from Wheatley College.
After dropping off my one suitcase at the freshman girls’ dorm, I met up with some of my homegirls and headed over to Assembly Hall for a meet-and-greet with the president of Wheatley, Dr. McGregor. The only fucking thing I remember about freshman orientation was when cue-ball-head McGregor said, “Look to the left of you and the right of you. One of you will not be here to see the grass turn green in spring semester.” Did I know he was talking about me? No, I was too busy cutting the fool with my girls.
On the way out of orientation, I noticed all these fine-ass brothers standing under a big tree right in front of Assembly Hall. You know my hot ass had to boom strut right over there to get a closer peek.
“Yo, fresh meat!”
This dope brotha stepped up. He was 6'5? with skin the color of cinnamon, a jet-black corkscrew curly afro, and a real thin frame, which my girls said meant he had a long, lean dick.
I tried to play the role. “Ill, boy, is you talking to me?”
“Yeah, shorty. My name is Mare.”
I’m thinking they named him right with that pretty-ass hair. He was looking like the Pretty Pony doll I had when I was growing up.
“My brothers and I are choosing this year’s little sisters and I want you to be down.”
“Listen, I ain’t washing none of your drawers or typing no damn papers. I’m slick to y’all. I ain’t no dumb chick.”
“No, it ain’t even like that! The men of Beta aren’t like these other knucklehead fraternities on campus. We treat our young ladies just like they were our little sisters, nothing more. So, shorty, what’s your name?”
“Tiffany.”
“Oh, Tiffany, is it? That’s a pretty name. You got any brothers at home?”
“No, but I got cousins.”
“Tiff, it’s just like that! I wouldn’t ask you to do anything that they wouldn’t ask you to do.”
I thought about it and the worst thing my cousin Roscoe had asked me to do was eat a mud pie.
“Tiff Money, you gotta let me know what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours. You think you might be interested? If so, I need to know, now!”
I peaked at them eager beavers salivating over my beaver under the Beta tree. I guess Mare peeped what I was thinking.
“Naw, Tiff, you would just be my little sis. Ignore them nuts!” Mare placed his hand on my cheek, forcing our eyes to meet. He lowered his voice to a raspy whisper. “Listen, meet me at Miller Hall at nine on the dot, if you want to be down.”
He pulled out a dope leather Beta organizer from his Phat Farm messenger bag, ripped out a clean sheet of paper, and wrote down his room number.
“Tiff, the frat is known for community service. It’ll look great on your transcripts. Plus, everybody knows, Beta only selects dimes to be their little sisters.”
I snatched the paper. “Whatever. I might be able to help you out.”
Mare winked at me and walked back under the Beta tree. His fraternity brothers surrounded him, giving him dap and yelling, “Player! Player!”
I tried to be calm and maintain as my girls begged me for information about Mare. Shit, I had to go sit on the steps of Assembly Hall so that my knees would stop shaking so much. Even though I was a freshman, I knew Beta ran Wheatley’s yard. Even old head McGregor was a Beta. I heard his seventy-year-old ass would be still trying to step if he hadn’t thrown his back out last homecoming. I opened the paper and under Mare’s room number, he’d scribbled, “Come alone!”
You know where my fast ass was at the appointed hour, knocking on Mare’s door. I had to step over all these miscellaneous dudes looking punked out in the hallway, marking a trail to his room. Mare opened the door so damn fast, I almost fell into his room. He yelled at the guys in the hall, “Yo, keep it down! Beta business going on!” Since most of them tricks wanted to pledge Beta, they shut the fuck up quick.
