Making it Hard for Me
Friday:
Christopher (Chris)
Chris sat at his desk in his English Literature class at Tulane University in New
Orleans watching as his fellow students filed into class. He sat all way at the top
of the auditorium, where he thought he would be the least noticed and where no
one else would want to sit. Chris had long, straight, jet black hair that was cut in an
emo style without all the gel so it just fell naturally to his neck and covered his
tan face. He was tall at 6 feet and had a lean built frame. Today, he is wearing
black skinny jeans that fall just below his waist with black chuck taylors. He has a
tight, gray ribbed long sleeve shirt that outlines the muscles on his lean frame. He
has a thick black leather band on his right wrist, and a silver ring on the left
side of his full lower lip.
Katarina (Kat)
Kat was running late again for her English Literature class. She always seem to get
sidetracked by one thing or another. Today, it was visiting her physically and
mentally handicapped niece at the University’s employee daycare. Kat’s sister,
Katherine was the secretary at the University’s Engineering Department. She
gave birth to her niece, Kayla, 5 years ago. Katarina had been there for her big
sister helping her out with whatever she could. She loved her sister and niece.
When she stopped by the daycare today to spend time with Kayla, the employees
were having a hard time getting her to take a nap. So, Katarina stayed to calm her
down and put her to sleep by rocking her, one of the methods that always helped
soothe her. But, now she was running late for class again. Katarina was 5 feet 7
inches in height, she had a nice curvy figure with D cup breast, a small waist,
round hips and an ass she was absolutely proud of. She often thought it was not a
body that most white men would find ideal since it is not playboy material by a
long shot. But, the black and latino brothers sure as hell appreciated it. Today,
she wore a blue jean mini skirt which showed off her smooth, muscular, caramel
colored legs and a red relaxed fit V neck T-shirt that gave onlookers a nice view
of the top of her firm breast, finished off with simple tan flip flops. Kat
considered this one of the most comfortable attires she could wear. She never
wore much makeup just a little lip gloss to keep her pulp lips from getting dry. She
had her hair down which fell to her mid back in black tight natural curls.
Class had not started, Thank God, I thought. The auditorium was full, so I climbed the
stairs lazily searching for a seat that I would not have to bother too many people to get
to. I spotted one all the way at the top next to a white kid dressed in all dark clothing
with gorgeous raven black hair. I walked up and asked him if he was saving that seat for
anyone, he just shook his head “no” without looking up. I took the chair and proceeded
to quickly unpack my notebook and pen from my incredible hulk messenger bag. In all
my haste I accidently dropped my pen. I bent down to get it. On my way up, my eyes
roamed up his lean, long legs wrapped in skinny jeans till they hit his crotch, “mmmm”, I
thought as I noticed his semi- arousal outlined against his jeans. I wonder how big his
dick is at full arousal because right now white boy looks like he’s working with some
good shit. I wonder if his dick is circumcised, is it pink or tan, or how about I just undo
his pants right now and start sucking his big cock while the class watches. “Mmmm”, I
wonder if he would like that, I lick my lips; I love the feel of a big cock in my mouth.
Suddenly, I hear him clear his throat. Shit, I think I’ve been watching too much porn
I think to myself and shake my head. When my head comes up, I
look into the most beautiful sea green eyes I have ever seen. “O…MY… GOD…, you are
beautiful."
I whisper before I can catch myself. He quickly looks down again shielding
his face from my view once again with his hair.
Christopher (Chris)
I’ve noticed her walk in late almost every day for the past week since the semester
started. I haven’t really paid attention to women as of late. For the past 3 years, I’ve
been focused on finishing school and getting the hell out of this god forsaken town.
Three years ago, one of the many chicks I regularly hooked up with called me and told
me she was HIV positive. Talk about something to put your life into perspective. I
realized getting laid should not be my goal for the day. That was the scariest time in my
life. When I thought I could have a life threatening disease, suddenly sex was not a
priority in my life as it once was. I stopped having sex, got tested regularly for a year
and thankfully I did not contract any STD’s from my man-whore activities. Another
reason I remain celibate is my brother, Chase. His dumb ass got some girl pregnant and
decided it was his manly duty to marry her. Well, she lost the baby six weeks into the
pregnancy and now is stuck in a love less marriage. It is painful to watch those two; I
don't consider myself a romantic but if I ever get married, I want to be utterly and
totally head over heels in love with the woman. I refuse to settle for anyone just because
it’s convenient. My brother, Chase is ten years older than me, at 32 years old. We were
raised by a single mother who worked her ass off for us. Unfortunely, mom died when I
was 18 from Stage 4 lung cancer. She was diagnosed pretty late in the progression of
the disease so she passed away 3 months after she was diagnosed. The doctors said
since she was diagnosed so late there was nothing they could do. Good thing was she
didn't suffer too much. My brother opened an Auto repair shop a year later called “Chase
Auto Repair Shop”, creative I know. Anyway, it is near the University and does really
well. He makes a good living. I work for him there as his main mechanic after school and
weekends trying to save enough money to leave after graduation this year. As I said, I
don't really pay women much mind anymore, just trying to stay focused on my goals
without any distractions. Of course, I jerk off and it’s nothing like the real thing but I’ve
got too much sense now to fuck up my life. I never really found myself attracted to
African American women, but this girl has me intrigued. Today, she is the last one to
enter class again. I see two beautiful, shapely caramel colored legs walking up the stairs
towards me. My heart starts beating faster as those smooth legs stop right in front of
me. Then my ears hear the sweetest sounding voice in the world ask me if I was saving
the seat next to me for anyone. I was speechless; I never thought she would have such
a smooth, sweet voice to go with that beautiful body. I could only shake my head “no”.
She sat next to me and I began to feel nervous. I have never felt this way around a
woman before. So why her? Next thing I know, she’s bending down giving me a
wonderful view of her voluptuous breasts and I feel myself getting hard. I close my eyes
for a second to try and calm down. When I open them, I see her staring at my hard on
licking those luscious lips. That is one of the fucking sexiest things I have ever seen and
have to clear my throat to avoid groaning in pleasure. When I clear my throat, she looks
up. God, she is absolutely gorgeous up close. Her big brown almond shape eyes are
breathtaking. I think I hear her whisper that I’m beautiful. And I immediately drop my
head,I'm not completely sure how I should feel about that. I don’t want to complicate
my life right now. I want to finish school and possibly move to Texas where my
Mechanical Engineering Degree will give me a vast choice of jobs. But, this girl next to
me makes me feel like I want to make love to her and not just for a day or a weekend
but for the rest of my life. Can it even be possible to feel this way when I haven’t even
said one word to her? I spend the rest of class avoiding looking at her and run out when
class is over.
Katarina (Kat)
I did not get embarrassed when I said he was beautiful, I like honesty and I absolutely
thought he was beautiful. I admit I am a flirt. I love flirting but I also know I’m a tease.
If any of the men or women I flirt with would take me up on any of my suggestive
comments, I’d shit myself. It’s easy for me to flirt with guys or girls I don’t think have
any real interest in me or me in them. So, my perspective on a lot of my male
interaction is flirt because it’s fun and gets a lot of laughter which makes me happy. If
I'm to be honest I’m not as confident as I appear. I do have some self-esteem issues but
cover it up well with humor. I keep stealing glimpses over at him during class but am
trying hard not to appear stalkerish. But, I so want to see those intoxicating green eyes
again. No such luck, when class is over he runs out. O well, maybe he has something
against African Americans. I am well aware of the world we live in.