Dee to the Max

Dee to the Max.

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Max Harrington was not someone that most people would refer to as a happy person. By his reckoning the list of wrongs that life had done to him was long. Near the top of the list was his height, not quite five feet four inches. His only claim to athletic fame was his ability to come up with what ever object a group of neighborhood kids had been scrapping for. He was also highly intelligent with particular aptitudes for math and the physical sciences which meant his nerd quotient was pretty high. So now that he was in his first semester of college he spent nearly all his non class time in the library focused on his current goal. Just like the scrums back home, digging and clawing for the loose ball, he was scrapping and clawing for the best grades, the highest honors and the lucrative career that would follow. Then he would be successful, independent and finally, happy.

As a result, on this evening, two weeks into the semester he was focused on a chemistry lab write up and oblivious to his surroundings. So it took him a moment to realize that he wasn't alone at his secluded table anymore. He looked to his left and then up, and then up some more. He was taken aback at the figure that towered over him although he recognized her at once. The first edition of the campus paper had a full page article on the freshman phenom who was going to lead the women's basketball team to national glory.

Dineesha Thompson, at nearly six and half feet tall stood looking down at him, a small smile on her face, her expression otherwise tentative. Max gave her a quick once over, since this was the closest he had been to her. They attended the same chemistry lecture but the hall held over two hundred students and he had only seen her at a distance. The shorts and tee shirt she wore displayed impossibly long arms and legs that looked slender but were wrapped in ropey muscles. There was very little in the hip department but the tee shirt clung to a fairly full pair of tits. Her skin was smooth and dark, somewhere between milk and dark chocolate, although closer to the dark. She had a very pretty face and straight dark hair that was cut just at her neck.

"Hi," was her opening line.

"Um, hi," Max replied, his tone full of questions.

"I'm Dineesha."

"Yes, I know. Is there something that I can do for you?" he asked.

"You can hit me on the head with something hard and put me out of my misery," she replied, her voice carrying just a hint of an island accent.

"I beg your pardon?" he said, but having recovered a bit, his normally sarcastic manner pushed forward. "To be honest I don't think I could reach high enough to have any real impact."

Her smile widened a bit and she said,

"I'd be glad to kneel down if it would help."

"Ah, is this conversation going anywhere? Otherwise, I have some work to do here."

The girl pulled out the chair to his left and folded herself into it. She put a copy of the same chemistry text he had open in front of him and said,

"Look, I need help. I took chemistry in high school but I'm missing something here and if I don't figure out what and fast, I'm in big trouble. I hear you know this stuff better than just about anyone and when I saw you sitting here I thought maybe you'd help me. Please?"

Max had been down this road before. Many times. And to say no would be the hardest thing he could be expected to do. First, it was a beautiful girl asking him. Secondly, she appeared to be very earnest in her desire to be helped. And lastly, she said please, possibly a first.

"Okay," he said after taking a deep breath. "What's the problem?"

Her smile was now considerably wider and the even, white teeth added to her impact on Max. She scooted her chair sideways so that she was sitting much closer to him and he caught the first whiff of a gentle but persistent scent. She began to explain in her lilting voice what had been causing her problems and it didn't take long before Max realized that whoever had taught her chemistry had left out some of the basics. Or maybe she hadn't paid enough attention when they were covered. And he said so.

"Well," she said, "I took chemistry in my junior year and it was a pretty hectic time with everything going on."

"Yeah, I can imagine," he said.

They spent about an hour together and by the time they were done, Dineesha felt she finally understood where she was supposed to be and she was a happier young lady than she had been. She looked at Max from a still not insignificant height advantage and said,

"Thank you so much, honey. You've been so much help. If I have any more trouble do you think?" she left the rest unsaid.

"Yeah, sure. And it's Max."

"As in Maxwell?" she asked.

"No, as in Maximillian," he said with a grimace.

"What a great name. It has a sense of strength and character to it," she said and then she surprised him by draping an arm around his shoulders and leaned into kiss his cheek firmly. "Good night, Max. It's almost curfew. See ya in class."

Then she rose and with a last smile she walked away from the table. Max watched and decided that even without much in the way of hips, she had a very nice ass. He also wondered if he would ever be free of the jocks and their demands on his time.

Max stood with his back against the damp, rough wall. The cellar was dank and dimly lit and had the musty smell that meant mold and mildew. His pants were down around his ankles and a head full of dirty blonde hair was bobbing in the vicinity of his waist. His cock was hard and the lips on it were warm and wet. And not particularly welcome but he had little choice. They belonged to the only son of the foster family currently taking care of him. He was older, bigger and stronger and he wouldn't take no for an answer. The only saving grace as far as Max was concerned was that the boy was a catcher instead of a pitcher and so far he was only interested in sucking dick.

Despite how he might have felt about gay sex, as a horny thirteen year old, Max was able to give the boy what he wanted, a mouthful of hot cum. Just like every day for the last month and today was no different as his balls tightened and his hips began to pump and he shot several full streams of cum into the older boys mouth. When he opened his eyes and looked down he saw his still hard cock sticking up and the boy's hand quickly stroking his own cock, oddly not as big as the smaller boys, and then shooting streams of cum onto the concrete floor.

He took this opportunity to dart past the older boy and as he ran up the stairs leading to the back yard he heard the familiar warning, "No one finds out about this, punk." As he emerged into the dim light of evening he was caught up in a pair of long dark arms that pulled him into a warm embrace.

Max bolted upright in his bed in his dorm room. He could hear the ragged breathing of his roommate. The kid had some serious sinus issues that often resulted in a cacophony of nocturnal sounds. As he sat in the dark he tried to understand what he had just dreamt. He had had the dream for years, a recollection of his time in a foster home, between his removal from his father's house and his moving in with his maternal grandmother's younger sister. What had him confused was the last part. No one had ever hugged him like that, not then, not now, not ever.

He was still trying to shake off the confusion when he walked into the lecture hall and took his usual seat near the back. He let his eyes wander as he tried to get his mind on the topic at hand when he focused on a familiar figure. He could see Dineesha looking around and when she caught sight of him she waved and smiled. He returned the gestures and then watched as she took her usual place with what he assumed were some of her friends. He was not disappointed that she hadn't come up to sit by him because the idea had never crossed his mind.

That evening he was at his usual table, deep into some calculations when a soft fragrance intruded on his concentration. He looked up and there she was again, that small, expectant smile on her face.

"Hi," she said.

"Hi. More problems?" he asked in response.

"Not really, but after everything we went over last night, I was wondering if you'd take a look at my work on those problems we have to hand in tomorrow."

"Yeah, sure," he replied, holding out his hand for the sheets of paper she held.

She handed him the papers and then pulled the chair over so she could sit closer to him. He thought the fragrance was the same as the night before but there was more of it. It was really getting his attention. He began to read through the problems and it was apparent that she had understood what he had helped her with yesterday but on the fourth one he found a minor mistake that resulted in an unbalanced formula. When he pointed it out, she muttered an expletive under her breath and made the corrections while he watched.

Then he finished checking the rest of the problems and then said,

"Except for that one flub, you got 'em all right."

This got him another one of those big, bright smiles followed up by a tight one arm hug around the shoulders and another kiss on the cheek. Unlike the brief casual hug and kiss last night, this time the hug was tighter and longer and the kiss was wetter and seemed to linger. When she felt him stiffen she pulled back and said,

"What's the problem, sweetie, did I hurt you?"

Her arm slid down to the chair back but she didn't move any farther away. He didn't quite look at her when he said,

"No, I'm not that fragile. I'm just not used to people holding me like that so I guess I'm kind of uncomfortable with it."

"Pardon me? You aren't used to being hugged? What about your family?" she asked, her eyes wide and her expression concerned.

Max hated talking about this kind of thing, but he thought maybe if he told her it might persuade her not to bother him about it. Besides, he was finding it more and more difficult to say no to that face.

"I don't have much of a family. My mom died when I was born. My dad wasn't much of a dad. He never put his hands on me. On the good side it meant he never hit me, but on the other he didn't touch me any other way. No brothers, no sisters, so?" he finished with a shrug.

He had to admit to being surprised at the look on her face. She looked shocked and sad at the same time and he was sure that her eyes were tearing up. Those big, dark, beautiful eyes.

"Oh, sweetie, I am so sorry. I had no idea," she said, her hand moving from the chair back to rub his back. "But if your dad never touched you, who did all the changing and feeding and so on when you were a baby?"

"My grandma, my mom's mom. But she died when I was four so I don't really remember her."

Dineesha's eyes blinked a few times, possibly to hold back the tears and then she said,

"You really like science, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do, why?" he replied.

"Would you like to do an experiment with me?"

"What kind?"

"Let's call it human chemistry," she said with a small smile.

He looked at her with a bit of a squint but again, it was nearly impossible to tell that face no.

"Okay."

Looking quite serious now she stood up and gestured for him to do the same.

"Now stand facing me and put your hands at your side. Good, now close your eyes."

"Why?"

"Just do it. You're the test sample, so no talking."

So with a shrug he did as he was directed and closed his eyes. Almost immediately, he became aware that her fragrance grew stronger and then he felt a pair of quite long, and strong, arms go around his back. As he stiffened he felt his face press up against something soft, yet firm, and very warm.

"Now just relax, sweetie. Just observe. How does this feel and why should you be so tense?" she murmured in that lightly accented voice.

The first thing he observed is that he should turn his face sideways, so he did. She responded by bring one hand up to caress the back of his head, playing lightly with his unruly hair. As he continued his observation he found two things. One was that his body wanted to relax and the other was that his pants were way too tight. So he let his body relax but he couldn't really do anything about the other.

"That's it, sweetie, that's much better," she cooed, and she tightened her grip a bit. "Now for the next phase of the experiment, if you want to participate you're welcome to do it."

He was pretty sure he knew what she meant, but he doubted whether he should do it. But then again he was pretty sure that would disappoint her and he didn't want to do that. So slowly, ever so slowly, he bought his hands up and lightly placed them on her waist, where her hips should be.

"Ah, there you go, hon, that's a good start. Don't be shy, now."

With her encouragement he allowed his hands to slide around her lower back and they kept going until his arms were fully around her. And then he gave a little squeeze. To this she responded with a tighter squeeze of her own and a little sigh. This prompted him to squeeze a bit more, and then more, and he kept going until he was holding on to her with all his strength. Two things worked in Dineesha's favor. One, he wasn't all that strong and two, his grip was around her lower back, not her chest, so he wasn't attempting to squeeze the breath out of her. So she just held him and let him hang on for dear life for as long as he could. It didn't go on for too long because there also wasn't a lot of stamina in those arms of his.

As his grip relaxed, she felt he was leaning into her more heavily and as she stroked his hair she said,

"Are you alright, sweetie?"

"I think so, but maybe we should sit back down."

When they were seated again, she put a hand on his arm and asked,

"So what did you think, it wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, to be honest it wasn't so bad. In fact, it was very nice, but it raises a question of why," he replied.

"Why would I want to hug you like that?"

He nodded.

"Well," she began, her lips twisting a bit, "you may not be a very touchy feely kinda guy, but I'm a very touchy feely kinda girl. And I didn't want to feel you get all tense anytime I did touch you."

"But why would you want to touch me?" he asked, genuinely confused.

She regarded him with a small pout and it set all kinds of alarms off inside him.

"You poor screwed up little genius. Why wouldn't I want to touch you? You're my friend now. I always hug and touch my friends, the few I have," she said, giving his arm a squeeze.

He wasn't sure if he should take offense at the way she described him. What he did say was,

"I'm not a genius, just smarter than average."

"Maybe, but you're also cute, and if we did something about that hair, you might make it all the way to handsome," she said with a grin.

Max just shook his head a little, the last few minutes having left him totally adrift. He figured he wasn't going to get any further with his work so he began to pull his things together and Dineesha said,

"Oh, good. I need to be getting back to the dorm. You can walk me there."

"Dineesha, you need me to walk you to your dorm?" he asked, with added emphasis on the 'you' and 'me'.

"I don't need you to," she replied. "I would like you to. Would you, please? Oh, and my friends call me Dee."

And that was that. That face and 'please' was more than he could resist. As he packed his backpack he idly wondered just how far she could lead him. At the moment it was just going to be across campus so it wasn't so bad. For anyone who happened to see them it presented an unusual picture, one quite tall, dark and very attractive, the other, short, pale and rumpled. When they got to the front of her dorm they shared another tight hug, one that seemed to linger.

In the following weeks the unexpected friendship continued, and grew, with numerous sessions in the study section of the library. In fact, three out of every four nights saw them together, working together, regardless of the subject. More than once, a third party would be there, brought along by Dee to solicit Max's help. In every instance the help was requested with a 'please' and afterward acknowledged with a heartfelt 'thank you'. Max suspected some coaching had taken place, but he didn't mind. And after each study session, he walked Dee to her dorm and they shared a hug.

Max's state of mind had undergone subtle but significant changes during this time. Contrary to what he might have thought, he wasn't distracted from his studies by Dee's presence in his life. He was more relaxed and able, when needed, to focus sharply on his work. This new state of mind extended to his dreams. Gone was the coerced oral sex from the older boy in the foster care family. In its place was a happier recollection of a short period that occurred when he was just seventeen. He encountered a middle aged man from the neighborhood who had an interest in teen age boys. But his approach was such that there was no coercion, more like a seduction and Max was an easy target, given his loneliness and state of perpetual horniness.

The dream centered on the half dozen or so encounters between the man and Max. Since the man was best described as an aggressive bottom, Max usually found himself on the receiving end of a masterful blow job and then doing the man's ass from behind. He loved how it felt to get a long slow wet sucking and then being able to stroke in and out of that hot tight ass until he blew his substantial load. The highlight of this brief fling was when Max was introduced to the man's middle aged boy friend. For a married man with two kids, this guy got around. Anyway, Max wound up kneeling behind his neighbor, stroking his fat dick in and out of the man's ass while the older guy sucked his boyfriend's cock. After a while the boyfriend stood up and straddled his lover's back and presented his sizeable cock to Max and he was so wound up he didn't hesitate to take it and give it a passable sucking.

His dream graphically recreated the climax when Max pumped out his load with a loud moan and then the boyfriend stepped back and pulled his cock out of Max's mouth and proceeded to fire out streams of heavy cum all over the neighbor's back and ass. All of this would have been great but Max's dream state decided to improve on reality so he would see himself going home, crawling naked into his bed and before falling asleep, a pair of impossibly long arms, dark in color would wrap around his chest and a matching leg with snake up over his hip. The last thoughts involved warmth, security and a desire for more.

The end of the dream was not a mystery to Max. He knew full well what was implied, but he simply couldn't imagine how it could ever become reality. But as dreams go it was a damn site better than the blowjob in the basement.

All of this led up to mid term week. Max was not one for cramming. His carefully planned study schedule had him fully prepared so that his pre exam ritual was to simply go through his notes and work through a few problems or questions to warm up for the main event. Dee and her friends weren't quite so blas? about it and Max found himself in the unfamiliar role of coach and cheerleader. His warm ups were interrupted a number of times as Dee and some others sought last minute explanations and reassurance.

Friday night turned into a bit of an anticlimax as there was a decompression party and Max was conspicuous by his absence. Dee was sure she had told him about it but he never showed up. When she tracked him down in the chemistry lab the following day she asked him why he blew off the party.

"What do you mean, blew it off?"

"I told you we were all getting together to celebrate the end of exam week. And you didn't show up," she said from the other side of the work station.

"I wasn't invited, so how could I have blown it off?" he asked as he jotted down data.

"What are you talking about? Of course you were invited, I told you about the party myself."

"That doesn't mean I was invited," he stated matter-of-factly.

"What? Half the people there did as well as they did because of your help. They wanted to say thanks."

"I knew about lots of parties after exams were over and a lot of the people there had gotten help from me. That didn't mean that I would have been welcome if I showed up," he explained without looking up.

Dee looked at the boy for a few moments and then turned and left the lab, not saying what she thought, 'Poor confused little genius'.

On Monday the grades were posted and Max's stock went up appreciably. When Dee found him in the library study area she took hold of his hand and pulled him out of his chair, if gently, saying,

"Come with me, sweetie."

She walked him along several aisles among the bookshelves until she saw what she wanted. She stopped by a step stool that could be used to reach the upper shelves and said,

"Up you go, please."

He gave her a funny look but again he couldn't say no so he climbed up a step and looked at her and she said,

"One more."

He went up another step and looked again. She nodded and then said,

"Turn around."

He maneuvered around so that he was facing her directly. She took a step closer, put her hands on the sides of his head and pulled his lips to hers. The kiss started off soft and closed mouthed but that didn't last long. Soon enough Dee slipped one arm around his shoulders while the other hand cupped the back of his head, pulling his mouth tighter to hers, her lips parting. Max had no prior experience with girls but he wasn't ignorant about the details. It was obvious she was into what was going on so he decided to go with it.

His lips parted and he tentatively applied his tongue to her lower lip. She responded by tightening her grip and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Max decided to go for broke and he put his hands on her slim hips and then let them slide around her back. To this Dee moaned a bit into his mouth and pushed up against him. He could now feel her soft yet firm tits pressing against his chest while his rapidly swelling dick pressed against her lower abdomen. He squeezed harder and moved his lips on hers the way he thought he should. She responded in kind and they stayed like this for some minutes.

When Dee broke off the kiss, she pulled back enough so that they could focus on each other and she smiled that smile and said,

"Oh, baby, that was wonderful. Now do you think you have some idea how I feel about you?"

He blinked a few times and then said,

"I think I'm beginning to understand the effect. I'm still having some trouble with the cause though."

She pursed her lips in a small pout that sent all kinds of signals through his body and then she smiled a bit and replied,

"It's a start, anyway."

Max tilted his head a bit as he considered that amazing face with those deep dark, almost black eyes, the smooth dark skin and brilliantly white teeth and then he leaned in and covered her mouth with his and resumed kissing her. She gladly responded and in an instant, tongues were caressing each other and hands, mostly hers, were moving up and down backs. He marveled at how hot it felt to have those tits pressed against him, a first. And for him to have his now fully hard cock pressed against a woman's stomach, even if there were several layers of cloth in between.

Due to the hour and the relative seclusion of this area of the library, they spent about a quarter of an hour kissing and lightly grinding against each other. Once again it was Dee who broke contact.

"Oh, sweetheart. You really know how to kiss, but we have to stop for now. I have to get back to the dorm."

"I understand. And I noticed you said 'for now', so I can be patient until next time. Let's get my stuff."

So he climbed down off the ladder and led the way as they walked to the table and he gathered up his things. Holding hands they left the library, she towering over him in reality but in his mind he was walking about a foot off the ground. As they walked along towards her dorm, she looked down at him and said, "You know, sweetheart, I got the impression that you had never been with a girl before. Where did you learn to kiss like that?"

"I didn't learn it, really. I knew in theory how it was supposed to work. I just tried to put the theory into practice," he said, looking up at her. "Plus I was sort of inspired I guess."

She smiled back at him and then draped an arm over his shoulders and pulled him in tightly, to which he responded by reaching around the small of her back with his arm. When they reached the staircase leading up to the door she stopped at the bottom and looked at him with raised eyebrows. He stood on the first step and while not face to face, it was close enough and they shared another long, slow grinding kiss. When she pulled back she said,

"Hmm, so nice, but sweetheart I need you to do me a favor."

"Sure, what?"

"Could you do a little more shaving? Your lips are so soft and warm but that stubble around them hurts a bit."

"Oh, yeah, sure, I can do that."

She smiled again and then lightly kissed his lips and then climbed the stairs and went inside. Max just watched as she walked away, mesmerized by the way her ass cheeks flexed and swayed. He stood on the steps for a few more minutes and then with a bit of a shake he made his way to his own dorm and a night's sleep filled with speculation instead of recollections.

Dee's request initiated an interesting series of events. Max's first class for the following morning was a late one so he got up early and after a quick on-line search walked a few blocks into town and found an old time barber shop and received a quick trim. He liked it the few times she had played with his hair but he thought she might like it better if it was a little neater. Then it was back to campus for classes and lab work and a quick bite for dinner.

He then showered and shaved with meticulous attention to detail. His choice of wardrobe was still kind of shabby but at least everything was clean and relatively wrinkle free. When Dee met with him at the library after her practice was over, she wrapped him up from behind with those long, slender and strong arms and kissed the side of his face. She pulled back and looking at him said,

"Sweetie, you remembered."

"What?"

"You shaved, very closely, in fact," she almost cooed and then proceeded to rub her cheek against his as her grip tightened around his chest.

He couldn't help but give in and return the gesture and he rubbed back. After a moment or two, she slid her face around and tried to capture his lips. He assisted by turning his head and the shared a short but very intense, wet kiss. While their lips were locked her hands rubbed over the front of his body from his chest to just above his belt line. This time he was the one to bring the kiss to a close when he pulled back enough to say,

"I think we should get to work, don't you?"

"No, in fact, I think I'd like to keep doing this for a very long time. But, you're right, of course."

So she kissed his cheek one more time and then unwrapped him and dropped into the seat next to him, which he had already pulled closer. She couldn't help but brush the side of his face with her hand and then she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Sweetie, you got your haircut," she said.

"Just a little trim. I thought it was about time."

"It looks a lot better. I think you may be getting too handsome, sweetheart."

He smiled and blushed a bit, which got him another kiss on the cheek and then they got down to work. After almost two hours, Dee decided they had had enough and she closed their books, stood up and took his hand and led him back to their spot where once Max took his position on the step stool, she proceeded to ravish him as best she could considering the place, position, and excess of clothing they were dealing with.

Her lips were all over his to include sucking on his wet warm tongue. Her hands were up and down his back to include occasional visits to his rather skinny ass to pull him tightly against her. He in turn met her lip for lip and tongue for tongue while his hands traversed over a somewhat larger field, namely her back and while he couldn't quite bring himself to take hold of her ass he was willing to let his hands occasionally travel up her long lean sides and make a bit of side boob contact. Whenever this occurred her reaction was to push against him a little harder. What thinking he was capable of at this point suggested that while he may not know about human chemistry as compared to the other kind, he seemed to not be making any big mistakes.

Had they been able to put in enough time it was likely that Max would have wound up blowing a load in his drawers but their surroundings required that they cut things short. Eventually they pulled apart, gathered up their things and left the building, walking with arms around each other. They parted at the front of her dorm and did so with another blistering kiss, oblivious about anyone who might be a witness. Things went this way for the next week and a half. Dee seemed very content and Max was enjoying a whole new set of dreams, usually ending up quite wet and sticky.

On Friday evening, Dee had a request of her Max as she had come to think of him. As they sat at their usual table in the library, she took hold of one of his smallish hands and said,

"Sweetie, I have a favor to ask you."

"What, you want me to shave my head?" he asked with a straight face.

She stifled a laugh and said,

"No, silly. I love playing with your hair. No, I would like you to come to a little party they are having in the dorm."

"Really? A party? Me?"

"Yes, really, you. Why not you?" she asked.

"I haven't been invited to a party since I was eight."

Dee looked at Max and let out a long sigh.

"Well, times are changing, Maximillian, my dear. You've been invited to this one. Please come with me?"

The look she gave him would have made a Bassett Hound puppy look like a goblin and he caved in almost immediately. He shook his head and said,

"You realize how unfair this is."

"What do you mean, sweetie?" she asked as she helped him gather up his books and papers.

"You ask me to do something and I suggest I'm not comfortable with it. Then you give me that look and I fold up like a cheap lawn chair. If you ever develop criminal tendencies I'm going to wind up as some gangbanger's bitch in prison."

Dee's eyes bugged out and then she had to clamp a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing out loud in the library. When the urge subsided she leaned in and kissed him soundly on the lips and then stood up and took him by the hand and led him out of the building. As had become habit as they walked, her arm went around his shoulders and his went around the small of her back. He was tempted to slip his hand into the back pocket of her skin tight jeans as he had seen others do but he hesitated.

As she steered him up the steps to the dorm's front door he began to slow down. They wound up stopping just short of the door and she looked down at him and said,

"What's the matter?"

"This is the jock dorm isn't it?" he asked.

"Not officially, and not everyone here is involved with sports."

"But a lot of them are, aren't they?" he persisted.

"Well, yes. But don't worry. No one is going to pull any of that high school stuff on you. Even if someone did, all those people you helped would be all over them. Come on, sweetheart. Every girl wants to show off her boyfriend at parties."

"I'm your boyfriend?" he asked in a baffled voice.

"Of course you are. What do you think all the kissing and walking arm and arm is all about?" she exclaimed.

"I dunno, I guess I didn't think beyond how good it felt."

She shook her head a bit, took hold of his face in both hands and bent down to plant a blistering kiss on his lips. Then she pulled her head back and said,

"Then think about this, Max, my love. From this point forward, you are mine and I am yours, yes?"

He managed a nod in the affirmative as the import of what she said sunk in. She smiled that smile back at him and then she took his hand and led him into the dorm and down the corridor to the common room where music and voices flowed out at considerable volume. Max wasn't given much of a chance to reconsider as Dee propelled him into the room. The dull repetitive thumping of some Techno dance music assaulted his ears overlaid with some pretty frenetic conversation. A great deal of it faded as the oddly matched couple appeared in the doorway. Several people detached themselves from the general crowd and approached with smiles.

"Hey, you two," a tallish black girl said by way of greeting. "Hiya, Max, I didn't think we'd be seeing you tonight."

"Hi, um, yeah, well, Dee can be pretty persuasive."

"Hey, relax," the girl said, giving him a squeeze around the shoulders, over the top of Dee's arm. "We're all friends here. We appreciate all the help you've given us this semester. Come on in. Have a drink, meet some folks," the girl said with a genuine smile.

Dee wasn't going to make an issue of her friend giving her Max a hug like that. She knew the boy was tense enough, having felt him push up tighter against her when they first stepped into the room. She led him over to a table were cups and soda bottles were stacked. She was pretty sure stronger stuff was available for the asking, but she wasn't going to ask. Then she steered him to a couch where they sat together, still fairly tightly packed.

More than a few people stopped by to say hello, to include engaging with Max about how cool it was to see him out and about, thanking him for his help and securing assurances that future assistance would be available as needed. One rather hulking figure, who had been struggling through a remedial algebra class spent some fifteen minutes with Max trying to get the guy's head wrapped around the concept of quadratic equations. Max decided there was too much distraction for the football lineman to grasp what he was explaining so an appointment was made for Sunday afternoon in the library. Dee patiently sat and waited until the guy hauled himself up off the couch and then she whispered to Max,

"Come with me, sweetheart. I want to show you something."

"Oh, sure."

They rose from the couch and she took his hand and led him out of the noisy room to the slightly less noisy hallway. Then it was down the hall to the elevator and up to the fourth floor. Dee kept hold of his hand during the short trip that ended at a door with a number on it. She produced the key that unlocked it and she pulled him inside.

"This is your room, Dee?" he asked.

"It sure is, honey."

"Where's your roommate?"

"She plays volleyball. They have an away match tomorrow. She won't be home until early Sunday morning," Dee said as she flipped on a light, closed the door and locked it. "It's just you and me tonight, baby."

Max wasn't sure but the last comment seemed to have been said in a tone of voice he hadn't heard before and it sent a tingle down his spine.

"Um, what was it you wanted to show me?"

"This," was all she said as she kicked off both of her sneakers.

Then she unbuttoned her jeans and slowly lowered the zipper. This was followed by a sort of shimmy dance as she pushed the tightly fitted pants down her impossibly long legs. The long waisted pull over jersey hid what she had on under the jeans but the sight of all that dark smooth skin had Max stunned. Then after kicking off the jeans she took hold of the hem of the jersey and slid it up over her head, revealing several things to Max nearly at once. He saw that she was not wearing sports related underwear. In fact, she had on a matching set of red satin panties and bra, with a touch of black lace for accents. The panties were medium waist but cut high over the hip and ass cheeks while the bra covered most of her tits but did push them in to create a very nice cleavage. Also revealed to him for the first time was her firm flat abdomen, and all of it was of the same dark, smooth skin that he had admired so much on her face and longish neck. Now he was seeing nearly all of it and it was almost overwhelming.

She did a bit of a pirouette, showing him full front and back and then she broke into that smile and said,

"So what do you think? You like?"

He began to nod but thought that he really needed to say something so he took a couple of swallows to wet his dry throat and said,

"I couldn't begin to say how much I like. I have never seen anything or anyone as remarkably beautiful as you are right now."

The expression on Dee's face quickly passed from surprised to pleased to smoldering. She closed the distance between them in two sensuous bare footed steps, like a two legged cat, slinking toward her prey. She took his head in her hands, tipped it back and then leaned in for a blistering, soul searing kiss. He in turn slid his hands up her arms and got them around the back of her neck. While Dee was greatly enjoying the kiss, she wasn't happy with the bend in her back or the lack of contact with Max's body. To solve this problem, she slow walked the two of them over to her bed, without breaking lip contact. She reached down a hand and took hold of a pillow and placed it at the edge of the mattress and then she slowly sat down. This combination put her and Max at nearly equivalent head height, with him enjoying a bit of an advantage. With her knees apart she was able to pull the boy in tight against her torso.

This felt much better, with her satin clad tits pressed against his chest and her arms able to go around his back. But she wanted more. She wanted to feel his skin on hers so she took hold of the bottom edge of his pullover shirt and yanked it up over his head, baring his upper body. As expected it was a fairly scrawny upper body, with a musculature that was the minimum required to keep him standing upright and able to move his appendages as necessary. What it did offer was some very pale, warm, hairless skin to press against hers and a pair of pink, now quite hard nipples to play with. After some more kissing and hugging him to her, she pulled her lips off of his and let them work their way down to those two hard nibs, which she proceeded to lick and suck and nibble a bit. This was a novel experience and he loved it. He took the opportunity to play with her thick dark hair and then he thought he'd take some initiative and began to work on the clasp to her bra.

While his hands were nimble enough to work with the various implements and instruments of his scientific training, he was at a bit of a loss here, mostly from inexperience, but also from nerves and lust. Finally, Dee reached behind and quickly undid the clasp and he was free to slowly remove the marvelous garment. As she continued to attack his nipples, he held the bra up and looked at it for a few minutes before bringing it to his face to rub on his cheeks. He reveled in the feel of the satin on his smooth skin until something else broke in on his thoughts. It was the feel of someone working the button and zipper of his cargo pants.

He felt the loose pants slide down his legs to puddle at his feet. He felt hands work his ragged sneakers off his feet, and then his socks. Then two thumbs hooked in the waistband of his tighty whities and slowly tugged them down off his hips. Since very little room was given for this operation, when freed, his cock stayed pressed against the dark skinned abdomen of his girlfriend and soon to be lover. Apparently this occurred to her too so she leaned back, and his dick popped up into full salute, the head somewhere just below the lower swell of her full breasts. Max couldn't help but move his hips to allow the underside of his cock to rub on that warm smooth surface. Dee finally released her lips from his nipples and leaned back enough so that she could see what had been pressed against her.

She let out a low 'oooo' and let one hand come around to cup the balls and underside of the shaft as she looked at Max with sparkling dark eyes.

"Ohhh, honey, you are just full of surprises. I thought I felt something wonderful pressing against me all the times we were making out but not this."

This, as she put it, was a fully hard cock somewhere between six and seven inches long and nearly six inches around. The thick shaft was matched to a pair of heavy looking balls. All of it was of pale complexion, looking even more so with the long dark skinned fingers cradling them. The head was pink and tapered and met the shaft like the head of a spear. It was also the only part of his body showing any hair, but only a few strands. He looked down at her, the feeling of her hand like a warm net and said,

"It's okay?"

"Okay? Oh, baby, what you have here would make any girl happy. But it's only to make me happy, right?" she asked, half playfully but all seriously.

"How could I want anyone else, when I've found all I could ever hope for?"

She smiled warmly and said,

"My science guy is a bit of a poet, and not just a little bit."

And then she kissed the tip of his cock with those warm dark lips and his whole world went up in flames. He had had mouths on his dick before. One unwanted and the other willingly accepted, but nothing, not even being deep throated by the older neighbor had felt as amazing as the simple kiss from this unbelievable girl.

"I don't think any poet ever had an inspiration like you."

She smiled again and then let her lips open and swallow the head, but instead of stopping to savor the feel, she just kept on sliding her lips down that hard thick shaft until her nose touched the warm skin of his lower belly. Max could only respond by putting both his hands lightly on her head and hissing,

"Oh, fuckkkkk."

Dee began to slowly slide her lips up and down the shaft of his cock, her murmurs of pleasure vibrating the very core of Max's being, or at least his libido. He had never felt or seen anything so exciting in his life. He had a brief moment of clarity that suggested that when all this was over, he was going to wake up a changed man. But then Dee gave his balls a little squeeze and applied some serious suction to the head of his dick and all that clarity disappeared. She continued to suck his dick and fondle his balls for another ten minutes or so and then she pulled him down and together they settled onto the bed. She had been supplied one that took her larger than life size into account so it was reasonably comfortable for the two of them.

They resumed their fevered kissing while their naked bodies were pressed together, gently writhing against each other. Well, almost naked. Dee still had on her satin panties but a noticeable wet spot had formed up front. Max felt her use one hand to try and slide them down but he put his hand on hers and said,

"Please, wait. I'd like to do that, but my way."

"Sure, sweetheart, what ever you want. But don't wait too long," she replied, looking at him with half lidded, smoldering eyes.

He smiled at her shyly and then pushed himself up to his knees, his thick cock pointing to the ceiling. Her eyes were drawn to it, thinking about how it would feel when it was finally inside her. But she could wait. In the mean time, Max was letting his hands drift over the upper part of her body, his finger tips playing across the bare skin of her tits, each tipped with the darkest nipples he had ever scene, mostly from pictures or videos on the internet. He let his finger tips play with the dark hard nubs and she cooed and arched her back slightly. Then his hands drifted down to run over the firm taut muscles of her abs, drawing slight giggles since it tickled a bit. His hands drifted to her thighs, bypassing her panties altogether. As his hands slid over the dark smooth skin of her legs, she finally asked,

"Max, honey, what are you doing?"

"I'm a scientist. I'm observing."

"Observing what, sweetie?" she asked, perplexed.

"Observing perfection," he said, as he lifted one of her legs, with some help from her, and began to kiss along her shin.

She blinked her suddenly moist eyes and since she couldn't kiss him into a coma as she wanted she settled for taking hold of his still wet dick and gave it a squeeze, then slowly stroked it as he continued to explore and worship her body. Finally, he hooked his fingers into the waist band of her panties and began to slide them over her hips and then down her legs. She lifted her firm ass to help. Now he had his first look at a live and truly bare pussy. It was obvious that she shaved and only a small patch was left, just above the hooded clit. He let his fingertips glide over the smoothly shaved skin, the swollen damp lips and to lightly touch the tip of the now very sensitive clit.

"Ohhh, lover, that feels so nice. Your hands are so wonderful," Dee cooed.

Max smiled, knowing what he had in mind should make her feel even better. From his kneeling position he leaned down and like Dee had first done, he gently kissed the tip of her clit. Her body shuddered a bit and then he let his tongue slide out and the tipped played with the hard nub of her sex. Again she was cooing and her hands gently took hold of his head, not to guide, but just to be in contact. From this position, his cock still firmly in hand, he began to lick his way around her pussy, up and down the lips, stopping at the clit and even pushing in a bit at the bottom.

Dee's coos turned to moans and her hips began to move in slow, sensuous little circles. Feeling he was on the right track, he moved around, his cock sliding out of her warm grasp, to get between her long, lovely legs. Knowing what was coming, she hoped, she pushed herself up so that she was reclining against the headboard, he legs spread wide. Max took advantage and lay between her legs, his own feet hanging over the side of the bed. He brought his face down and once more applied his lips and tongue to her wet lips, intent on giving her as much pleasure as he possibly could. As her juices began to flow he realized she tasted as good as her body felt and he began to lick and suck to get as much as he could. Dee was writhing on the bed, her ass trying to push its way through the mattress.

In response, Max snaked his arms under her legs and brought his hands together up over her lower abdomen. With this leverage he was able to really work over her pussy from clit to hole and all over the puffy lips. For a while he paused to suck and lick her clit and while doing this he felt her whole body go rigid, her hands now grasping the sheets in tight fistfuls. The only sound she made was a low, lingering moan. When her body relaxed he continued and she seemed to like that idea. As he worked her flowing hole with his tongue he recalled something from his younger days, so he slid his tongue down and he applied it to her tight dark asshole. She yelped a bit at this but then her ass rolled up and her legs pulled up to expose the sensitive area to his wet probing tongue.

Again, emboldened by her pleasure, he applied his tongue to her asshole with vigor. He couldn't really reach her tits to add to her pleasure so he brought a hand down to play with her clit and after a bit more moaning she stiffened again, this time for longer and he could feel her ass cheeks trying to clamp onto his tongue. When her body finally relaxed, he heard her mutter,

"Come up here, baby, come to me, Max, sweetheart."

In response, he crawled up over her prone naked, and now, somewhat sweaty body and she grabbed him and pulled him down so that their lips were together again, her firm full tits pressed into his chest and his achingly hard cock pressed into her lower abdomen. After she was done expressing her love, lust and longing with her lips and tongue, she pushed his head up a bit and looked him in the eye and said,

"My god, lover, where did you learn to do that to a girl? I guess I'm not your first."

He smiled at her and said,

"You are my first. I've never had sex with a girl before. As to where, I've read some, seen some on the internet, heard other stuff. I just tried to do what I thought you'd like."

"Oh, I liked it all right. You made me cum so hard. Hmmm," she murmured as she ran her fingers through his hair as he lay atop her.

Then she looked at him more clearly and said,

"You said sex with a girl, does that mean?"

But before she cold finish the sentence he interrupted and said,

"Let's not go there now, let's just have more fun and I'll tell you all about me later, okay?"

She just smiled and nodded a bit as he leaned down to kiss her lips again and then he shimmied down until his mouth was at her nipples and it was his turn to begin licking, sucking and nibbling on those incredibly hard, incredibly dark nipples. It also allowed him to grind into her pussy with his cock or thigh. She draped her arms around his back and simply allowed him to pleasure her again. This boy could really spoil me, she thought to herself. After a while she felt him moving again and she thought she knew what was coming but she was only partly right. He did want to fuck her but not the way she thought.

As he slid up her torso, he brought his fat cock to rest in between her firm tits and straddled her ribs with his skinny legs. He pressed her tits together, trapping his dick. Then he began to move his hips, fucking her tits, while his thumbs played with her nipples. In response, she ran her hands up and over his chest and belly, then reached around to grab his ass, squeezing those skinny cheeks as he worked his cock in between her tits. Finally she said,

"Oh, baby, that feels so wonderful, but I really want to feel you inside me. Please, take this lovely cock and fuck me with it."

Hearing the word 'fuck' from those dark, soft, beautiful lips sent another chill down his spine and with a smile he slowly slid back and got himself in between those amazing legs. He could see how wet her pussy was so he took the head and without anything fancy, placed it at the bottom of those lips and began to push in. Wet and tight met thick and drooling and the combination allowed for a slow steady entry that had both of them closing their eyes with ecstasy. When he felt his belly touch hers he knew he was all the way in and from the groan he heard he knew she was loving it.

He pulled back slowly and then sunk it in a little harder and faster. Soon he was into a smooth steady rhythm that gave him sensations nothing he had done in the past could match. The tight wetness felt so different than a well lubed man ass, but he had a feeling that most of the excitement came from how he felt about the girl stretched out below him. And oh how she stretched. Her hips were coming up to meet his. Her head slowly moved from side to side. Her full firm tits were moving around on her chest as each down stroke jolted her body a bit. At the end of every few down strokes, he would pause and grind against her clit.

He didn't know how long he could hold out after all the excitement he had experienced up to now but he was trying to stay with it until she came again. He tried to encourage her by fucking a little faster and harder and grinding more forcefully but he wasn't sure it was working until quite suddenly her body went rigid and her hands grasped his ass and held him tightly against her. He gritted his teeth and tried to think of other things but his mind kept coming back to the thought 'I'm fucking this amazing girl and she's cumming again'. When she finally slumped he took the opportunity and pulled back which allowed him to grab his cock, aim it at her stomach just as he began to fire off the first of his long, heavy streams of cum. Those full looking balls were no illusion. He grunted as he pumped out his load, some of which hit the undersides of her tits. He heard her make little sounds as each shot splashed hot on her body. Finally, his cumming came to an end.

He sat back on his heels, his skinny ass resting against the back of his legs as he surveyed his work. Frankly, Dee was a mess. A beautiful, sultry mess. Her pussy had leaked heavily onto the sheets. His cum stood out starkly white against her dark chocolate skin. Her hair was fanned out around her head in a dark disheveled mass. But her eyes were bright and she smiled at him warmly. A finger traced down between her tits until it touched the warm cum and she brought a bit back to her lips.

"Hmmm, that tastes wonderful. Another delicious surprise from you," she said as she reached to her bedside table for a box of tissues and began to clean up the copious load.

He grabbed his pants and pulled out a thankfully clean handkerchief and began to work from the bottom up. Once they had her body and his messy cock cleaned she reached out to him and he leaned into her arms and allowed her to pull him down tightly. His head was resting on her shoulder, an arm across her chest, a leg up over her hip.

"That was incredible, baby. I had no idea you were so skilled. I can't believe you made me cum three times, and so hard," she marveled.

"I'm glad you liked it so much. I was kind of worried. I thought I was going to lose my load as soon as you started stripping. You looked so sexy," he replied.

"I'm glad you think so. Some guys don't find all this so hot," she said.

"Are they crazy? I'd spend the rest of my life wrapped in these long arms and legs if I could," he replied earnestly.

He felt her arms tighten around him and then her lips press against the top of his head.

"I guess you want to hear about what you thought you heard before," he offered.

"Only if you want to" she replied.

"I think I'd like to share a secret with you. Anyway, like I said, you're the first girl I've ever had sex with. But when I was younger I had two experiences, or series of experiences, with other guys."

He went on to explain about the older boy in the family that took him in for the six weeks before he went to live with his great aunt. He explained it matter of factly, not as a tawdry tale, but as an occurrence in his life.

"I guess he must have sucked me off a few dozen times while I was there. That's all it ever was. He sucked me until I came in his mouth and then he stroked off his own load onto the floor. It felt good to have that release but it never felt like anything, I don't know, deeper, I guess."

Then he explained about the older neighbor just the year before and how that was somewhat more fun. The man was more friendly, who took the time to seduce the young teen and then take the time to make it interesting, ending up with showing him how to fuck a man's ass. They did this about six or seven times and then there was the three way.

"I dunno. I guess if it had worked out differently, I could have kept on meeting with him. He made it fun and more like playing around. I didn't have many chances for fun, so that was something. But after his wife found out what he was up to that all came to an end. So that's it."

She was quiet for a while and said,

"Do you think you like one better than the other? I mean, a girl versus a boy."

"I don't know. If it had been with a girl who was like the guys, just someone wanting to get off, to have a bit of fun for themselves, it might be hard to say. But this, with you, I can't imagine anything in the world being better than this."

This response got him a pretty substantial result. She turned sideways and pulled him up so that they were face to face and she began to kiss him slowly but with great enthusiasm. Her tongue was pushing deep into his mouth while her hard nippled tits pressed against his chest. She hooked her leg over him so that she could pull his hardening cock against her stomach and then grind against it and his thigh. This went on for some time until she broke off the kiss and pushed him flat onto his back. She slid down his body as best she could and got her mouth around his cock and began to suck it again. There was still the strong flavor of her pussy on his dick and she savored the flavor, familiar with it from the many times she sucked a finger after many a solo orgasm.

Max was torn between laying there and letting her work on him and taking an active roll and giving something back. Finally he decided to do something so after some moving and coaxing with words and hands, he had them in a girl on top sixtynine, his head and upper body bracketed by those fantastic legs while her head bobbed up and down over his cock. He was happy to have his tongue back on her pussy, licking those lips and enjoying that amazing flavor. His hands were on her muscular ass, pulling her down against his mouth. He would even dip a finger to take up some pussy juice and rub in on her asshole, which would cause her to moan around his dick and press her pussy against his face.

Despite having cum so much just a short time before, it didn't take all that much time to get Max back to where his balls were tingling. He thought he felt Dee go through a small orgasm about half way through but when he risked it and pushed a little harder against her asshole with his finger so that the tip slid in, she stiffened and came much harder. The flow of liquid increased and the feel and taste grabbed his balls and pushed him over the edge and he came again, and hard. It felt like Dee caught the first one and maybe some of the second shot but he felt the rest run down his cock and on to his balls. It didn't feel like as much as the first, but it was still a good load. She swung a leg over his head and kneeling next to him she applied some more tissues to his cock and balls and cleaned him up.

Then she pulled down the covers and pushed him onto his side and lay down behind him. He was quickly wrapped in those arms from behind, one leg up over his. The she pulled the covers up over them both.

He felt and heard her let out a sigh and then she said,

"Sweetheart, would you do me a favor and stay here with me tonight?"

"Are you sure?" he replied. "What about tomorrow when I leave? Won't that look bad for you?"

"Sweetie, all kinds of people leave the dorm in the morning, especially on weekends."

"No, I meant because it's me, you know."

He felt her grip tighten and she said,

"Shh, just go to sleep. We'll talk about that in the morning."

"Alright," Max said, his voice thick with fatigue, but he wasn't quite done. "Dee, does this mean we're in love?"

"I don't know sweetheart," she whispered, her lips right behind his ear. "I don't know all that much more about this than you do, but it does feel like it."

"Okay," he replied, "then I'll act as if we are, until we're sure. Good night, I love you."

"I love you, too, sweetheart. Now go to sleep."

But he already was. Now it might be normal narrative practice to suggest that these two healthy young lovers would awake at least once or twice during the night and engage in additional bouts of torrid love making. However, the reality was that Max wasn't really all that healthy. His diet was heavily weighted towards highly caffeinated sodas and energy drinks. He was underweight and under exercised. The events of the night had left him exhausted. Dee was a much healthier young woman, but with workouts and practices she too was played out and the two slept until morning, and awoke in the same position as when they had gone to sleep.

Actually, Dee woke up first and she teased Max awake by gently blowing on his ear. His first reaction was to jerk awake, confused by his surroundings, but still being wrapped up in the strong arms and one leg of his lady love kept him in place until he was fully aware.

"Good morning, baby, how did you sleep?"

"Hmm, oh, great. Didn't dream or anything," he replied.

"Good, so would you please roll over so I can see you?"

She loosened her grip and he turned around within the circle of her arms so that they both had their heads on pillows looking at each other.

"Okay," she began. "I'm going to say this and I don't ever want to have to say it again. The 'guy like me' stuff ends here and now, sweetie. You are here in my bed because I want you here. You're here because I've wanted to do what we did last night for a while now. What other people might think doesn't matter. And you might be surprised at what a lot of people think. You heard them last night. Now, I get the feeling you think I'm kind of special, don't you?"

"Of course. You're the most amazing person I've ever met."

"Then you should give some serious thought to what I'm saying" she said and then she let a hand caress the side of his face. "Sweetheart, I think you are pretty amazing yourself. And I want you around me as much as possible. I want us to study together, have meals together and have nights like last night as often as we can. Can you understand that?"

He stared into that amazing face and seemingly bottomless eyes. How could he not want them around all the time?

"I'm trying. I really am."

She smiled at him and then leaned in and kissed him, lightly at first but then with more passion. It didn't take long for them to be completely entwined in each others arms and legs, lips grinding and tongues dueling. Her tits were pressed into his chest and again his cock was rubbing against her belly. She broke off the kiss and looked at him closely and whispered hoarsely,

"Sweetheart, let me feel you inside me again. Please give me your thick cock one more time before you have to go."

He smiled and nodded which prompted her to let go and roll over onto her back. Max shifted himself so he was again kneeling between her legs, his rock solid cock pointing to the ceiling.

"Hmm, baby, with that cock you should never feel less than terrific. Please, give me your cock."

Max took his dick in hand and began to rub the head along her already damp pussy lips. When he brought it to a stop at the bottom of her pussy he began to push in. As the head disappeared, she let out a groan and held her arms out to him. He kept pushing until he was firmly up inside her before lowering himself down so that she could put her arms around him as he began to suck and lick her nipples. His slow deep strokes began to increase in tempo and he added the grinding swirl at the bottom that had worked so well the night before. "Oh, god, baby, yes, you fuck me so well, dammmmmmmmnnn."

They continued like this for some time, her arms around his back, her long legs hooked behind his much shorter ones. But regardless of legs and arms, it was obvious that his cock was up to the task because she was moaning and fucking back with her hips and grinding her ass into the mattress. Finally, with her fingers clawing at his back she groaned out a deep orgasm. He in turn could feel his balls getting tighter and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. As soon as he felt her relax and loosen her grip he pulled his cock out of her pussy. Although her orgasm was deep she was still aware enough to know what she wanted next.

She grabbed his ass and pulled him up until he straddled her chest again, his wet cock in position for her to trap between her tits. She held them in tight and he took the not so subtle hint to begin pumping his hips and fuck his cock between her squeezing tits. As he suspected he didn't last long and he soon grunted and began to pump his cum, splashing it on her upper chest, throat and between her tits. She cooed and giggled as the warm thick fluid landed on her skin. When his balls finally emptied he slumped forward, then sideways off of his lover to lie on her side, pushed up against the wall of her room. Her head tilted sideways to look at him, smiling warmly.

"That is partly why you are something special, sweetie. That was just amazing. Now, unfortunately, I need to kick you out of here because I have to get ready to attend a team breakfast. Otherwise, you and I would be here all morning. Can we eat together tonight?"

"Of course, Dee, I'll meet you outside at six o'clock?"

She smiled and then rolled off the bed, reaching for the tissues to clean up her chest enough so she could head for the showers. Max also got out of the bed but just stood there. When she noticed she said,

"What?"

"Nothing. I just really like looking at you like this. Would you mind turning around once? Please?" he asked.

She said nothing but did a slow turn around, adding a bit of butt cheek flexing for good measure.

"So what do you think?" she asked teasingly.

"Absolutely beautiful."

"Sweetheart, I love to hear you say that, but I'm really not that beautiful. Cute, sure. Pretty, maybe, but not beautiful."

"Now you're the wrong one, Dee. It's not just your face. It's everything. Your height, the athleticism, the incredible smooth dark skin and if I can be a bit crude, your amazing tits and ass. Taken all together you're really stunning."

Although she was still smiling, her lower lip seemed to tremble a bit and she pulled him to her and held him tightly. No kissing, no body grinding, just holding on tightly. As she held him she said,

"Sweetheart, last night you shared secrets with me. Tonight I'll do the same. Now I have to get going. This is our last meeting before the season starts so I can't be late."

He got his rumpled clothes back on and she pulled on some light sweats so she could walk him down to the front door. Nothing was said because they didn't need to. Only a few others were up and about in the dorm so the mismatched couple received only fleeting glances. For their parting kiss they assumed their usual position, she two steps below so they were move evenly matched. The kiss was deep, hot but brief.

"Tonight at six, sweetheart."

"See you then, beautiful," he replied with a small smile.

Dee watched him walk away and then went back into the dorm for a shower and to get dressed. As she walked toward the elevator she saw one of her dorm mates watching her. When she got closer the other girl said,

"Girlfriend, what do you see in that little bitty white boy?"

Dee looked down at the girl and said,

"I see great intelligence, a warm heart and a caring soul. He's pretty good looking and when he tries, not a bad sense of humor. And, if you knew how hard he rocked my world last night, you'd never even think to ask."

With that Dee walked into the just opened elevator and went back to her room, leaving a surprised, as well as thoughtful girl behind. Max did a slow walk back to his dorm. His roommate was full of questions, none of which he would answer in any detail. He looked at his messy surroundings and began to gather up discarded clothes from various places, dumped them into a hamper and then stripped off what he was wearing. He pulled on some old scrubs he kept for this purpose and carried his clothes down to the laundry room. With two washers loaded he sat in a chair and was lulled to sleep by the sounds of the machines. This time he did dream but it involved many things that days before would have seemed impossible to him.

After finishing his laundry, Max went to his room and fell into his bed to nap some more. It was then early afternoon and after a hurried lunch he went to the Chemistry building to do some work before he was to meet with Dee. It was a demonstration of his remarkable skills at focus and concentration that he could fixate on his work for at least five minutes before images of a naked, smiling Dee floated across his minds eye. And with those visions came the questions. How did he get so lucky? What could such an incredible woman see in him? Was this all some sort of elaborate trick?

He really didn't like himself very much for having such questions since it suggested things about Dee that were just unthinkable, but years of conditioning didn't disappear over a season of acquaintance or a single night of passion. Maybe there was something to what she had said, and maybe he did deserve a bit of luck after all this time. He did manage to get in a couple of hours of work and then he went back to his room and got himself pulled together as best he could with a shower, a thorough combing and pulling out the best of what passed for a wardrobe. As he regarded himself in the mirror he thought he didn't look all that bad, considering. Even the cheap black plastic framed glasses he wore were now something of a fashion statement. He was pleasantly surprised by the reaction he got when Dee came out to meet him in front of her dorm.

"Well, look at you. Did you do all this just for me, sweetheart?" she asked as she looked him up and down.

"Yeah, I thought maybe you shouldn't have to walk around with someone that looked like a dirty laundry bag, you know?" he said with an embarrassed grin and shrug.

"You were never that bad, baby, but thank you for the thought. You really are a handsome devil," she said with a grin as she wrapped him up in a hug and kissed him soundly. "Hmm, I just love those lips. You know, after last night, I've been tingling all day."

"Gee, I hope I didn't give you a rash or something," he replied as they began their walk arm in arm to the dining hall.

She looked down at him in surprise and then started to laugh, while he just smiled a little. They walked in silence for a few moments but since he had come to love the sound of her voice with it's lightly accented lilt, he asked,

"So when do you get to play in your first game?"

"Oh, sweetie, that will be a while I think. I'm just a freshman. The season starts next week but unless someone gets hurt I don't expect any playing time for a while yet."

"Aren't you on a scholarship? I thought I read that they had done a lot to recruit you for here," he replied.

"That is true, sweetie. But a lot of that has to do with the future. Our starting center is a senior and her back up is a junior, so they have to think about what's to come in a year or two. Don't you worry, my time will come. It's all about patience. Like a long experiment, you know?"

He nodded his understanding. He wondered what it must be like for a high school super star to have to come someplace new and start all over at the bottom again. He had never made it off the bottom, he thought, so he had no idea. He noticed that she was pretty well turned out herself. Another pair of skin tight jeans with a v-neck pullover top that showed some nice cleavage and a light jacket since the mid November evening was a touch chilly, even this far south. But he felt as warm as he ever wanted to. Once inside the hall, they made their way to the serving lines and made their selections. Dee was under strict dietary orders from the trainer. Max began with his usual skimpy servings plus an energy drink.

When Dee saw this she stopped them and said,

"Are you kidding me? No wonder there's nothing on your bones but skin. Let's try this again."

They revisited a few spots and added to what he had put on his plate and then added a few other items to try and round out his meal. After running their meal cards through the scanner they found a spot at a small table and settled in. Max sat there staring at his plate and began to pick at this and that. Dee leaned in and kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear,

"Sweetheart, you need to eat better. After last night, you and I are going to be a lot more physical. You'll need your energy."

When he turned to look at her, her expression was almost hungry and her eyes smoldered. Max hadn't thought of it that way so he smiled a bit and then took a more active interest in his dinner. In turn, Dee rubbed a hand up and down his back and with one more kiss on the cheek went to work on her own meal. About half way through, Max looked over and said,

"So, are you still going to share your secrets with me tonight?"

"Yes, I am, sweetheart, but not here. We'll find someplace quiet and I'll tell you all about me."

"How about your room? Your room mate is still away, right?" he asked.

"She is, but that wouldn't be a good idea. There are things I really want to tell you and if we were alone in my room all I'd be doing is tearing your clothes off. Like I said before, I'm still tingling from last night."

Max's eyebrows rose a bit but he couldn't help but smile because he was pretty sure she wasn't teasing him. So after a bit more small talk and finishing their dinner, they walked from the dining hall and into the student activities center, which for a Saturday evening was pretty quiet. They found a couple of chairs in an out of the way corner and Dee reached over and took hold of his hand.

"Okay, as promised, I want to tell you some things about me. None of it is dark or dire, or even all that exciting. But you seem to be having trouble understanding why I feel the way I do about you and this might help. My family moved to the US from Jamaica. I wasn't even a year old then. I know I have a touch of the accent but that was because we moved to a neighborhood that was almost all Caribbean islanders one way or another. My dad has family there so that's where we wound up. I have a brother who is three and a half years younger than me. Now as to why I'm the way I am towards you is the fact that I love people. I love being around them, helping them, caring for them, just talking to them. I was always ready to help out in the neighborhood sitting with someone who was sick or doing some baby sitting. That's why I'm in the nursing program.

"But with me always being taller than the rest of the kids, it made it tough sometimes. I did have a boyfriend for a while last year. He was another basketball player, but I was taller than he was, and as it turned out, better than he was, so it kind of fell apart after a while. We did have sex a few times so I was a little ahead of you there, but not by much. Sweetheart, when I came to you that night in the library, I really needed your help. But it didn't take me long to realize that you needed my help too. I thought that there was a really nice guy in there. He just needed help getting out."

"How could you tell that, Dee? You needed something explained to you, I explained it. What was so revealing about that?"

"That's easy. You're in a very tough program. I know that. Your time is very valuable to you and you need to make a maximum effort. But you took some of that valuable time and you helped me."

"That was just conditioned reflex, Dee. Over the years I was always helping out someone because if I didn't it would be trouble."

"Nonsense. You did it because you could, not because you had to. No one around here knows about your high school crap, except me now. You could have used the opportunity to get away from it but you didn't because you're a good guy. And I needed a good guy. I still do. I need you," she said.

Max wanted to look away from those penetrating eyes but he couldn't. They held him tightly and wouldn't let go, like her arms. The best answer he could come up with was to raise her hand to his mouth and kiss it. She smiled at him and then she leaned in closer and said,

"And I have another little something to share with you. I love sex."

Max looked at her with a slight tilt to his head, her hand still held in his.

"Really? After last night I wasn't really sure."

She scowled at him and then laughed a bit and then continued.

"Silly, you had me feeling things I never felt before, and you know it. But it wasn't like that before. I had to take care of myself."

"What, you mean??" Max started but didn't finish.

"That's right, sweetheart. Just like you guys do, a lot, right? Well, girls do it, too. I started before I was fourteen. It wasn't long before I was doing it practically every night. I just love the way it feels to have hands caressing my skin, playing with my nipples, everywhere. The guy in high school didn't want to do that. He just wanted to get himself off and would only do the minimum necessary to keep me involved. Sweetheart, when you sat next to me and started to explore my body with your fingers, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. And it just kept getting better. I don't think you realize it but everything about you is about giving. How can I not be in love with you?"

Max couldn't really respond. He was faced with something he had never encountered before. And it was coming from someone that he considered to be the most incredible person he had ever met, or likely ever would. He simply couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Dee seemed to understand this.

"You know what, honey? I think we've talked about this enough. Come with me," she said as she unfolded herself from the chair, still holding onto Max's hand.

Without another word she led him back to her dorm and up to her room. In short order, the light was on, the door was locked and Dee was kicking off her shoes.

"Um, what about your roommate, Dee?" Max asked.

"We still have hours before she's due home. Now get those clothes off. I'm tired of talking."

He couldn't help but smile as he pulled his shirt over his head and begin to undo his pants. Dee had already taken off her blouse, exposing another red bra, in lace, with a touch of push to form that amazing cleavage. It took maybe a minute for them to be facing each other naked. Max stood there, unable to resist the desire to just look at her, to admire the lean, athletic muscles, the smooth dark skin and those full firm tits. Dee seemed happy to give him an eyeful, even posing a bit by bending a knee and cocking a hip this way or that. Finally Max stepped forward and quickly had a dark nipple trapped by his pale pink lips.

As his tongue flicked on the hard nub, she took hold of his head and held it firmly, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her as well as his warm skin. Her Max may have had the coloring of a cold fish belly, but his skin was warm and his lips hot. She reached down and took hold of his now stiff cock and squeezed and tugged it gently. He brought his hands around her back and let them rest on her solid ass cheeks, squeezing them and pulling her tightly to her.

"Oh, lover, you feel so good all over me. I don't ever want to let you go."

He shifted his body position so he could rub against her pussy more firmly and her head went back and she started to moan. Then he slipped his mouth off her nipple and began kissing his way down her firm flat stomach. By kneeling down he had his mouth at her pussy and he began to work it with tongue and lips. Licking and sucking her hard clit, working up and down her puffy lips and using his tongue to probe her hole. She let her head fall back as her long fingered hands took hold of his head and pulled him more tightly to her pussy.

"Oh, baby, that feels so incredible."

His hands squeezed and kneaded her taut ass cheeks, with one finger rubbing along the crease between them. Dee opened her stance a bit to give him better access to her pussy and her ass muscles clamped on his finger. He responded by pushing his tongue deeper and gave her a fast tongue fucking. He even rubbed his nose on her clit. Apparently Dee must have been pretty wound up before they started because it didn't take long before she was shuddering and mumbling as a small but significant orgasm ran through her. Max loved the taste of the pussy juice that flowed over his tongue. After her body relaxed he felt himself being grabbed by the arms and pulled to his feet. But instead of the deep tongue kiss he was expecting he felt himself being pulled off his feet and literally thrown onto his back on her bed.

From that position he could see Dee drop to her knees beside the bed and bend over to swallow his cock to the root in one gulp. Fire works went off inside his head as he felt those warm dark lips clamp around the base of his dick as her tongue began to work over the shaft. One hand cupped his balls while the other ran over the smooth skin of his belly and chest. Then she began to work her mouth up and down the shaft, leaving a layer of spit all over. Max was happy to let her take the lead and he just lay there and reveled in the feel of her mouth on his cock. He did let one hand run up and down her back, but that was more to just feel the warm smoothness that was her skin.

Once her initial frenzy faded a bit, she settled into a steady skillful stimulation of his cock with her lips and tongue. She altered the length and speed of her travels up and down the shaft. When just the head was in her mouth, her lips locked just behind the flange, she attacked the head with her tongue to include probing the slit with her tip. This got a particularly loud groan from her lover. She was also using those long fingers to tease his nipples and play with the smooth skin of his ball sack. Max couldn't help but start moving his hips in time to her mouth work on his cock. It wasn't long before he began to mumble,

"Oh, fuck, Dee, I'm gonna cum."

Her response was to hold his belly down with one broad hand and clamp his cock in her mouth just below the head. When his deep grunt announced his first cum shot she gave his balls a little squeezed and gave a muffled squeal as the first jet struck the back of her throat. She managed to capture the next two but then it began to leak out around her lips and down his cock to his balls. When he was done he just melted into the mattress as she licked and sucked on his cock to clean it up as best she could. She continued to play with his balls as her hand slid up his chest to caress his face. When a finger brushed across his lips, he opened his mouth and captured the tip and began to suck on it.

Dee continued to play with his cock and balls until she was sure that he was going to stay hard. Then she crawled up onto the bed, straddling his hips and rubbing her still wet pussy along his thick shaft. As he looked up at her he could see the half lidded eyes, the smoldering expression, the slightly parted lips. He wondered how often she wore that expression in the dark of her room at night while she pleasured herself to orgasm. He wondered if that boyfriend had ever seen that expression. If he did, Max was sure he didn't appreciate it.

After a little more rubbing, she sat up and took hold of his cock and brought the head to the bottom of her now very wet lips and began to push down on it. Max had his hands on her thighs and rubbed them while she worked the head between her swollen lips. Once the head was in she let go of the shaft and began a slow undulating slide down until her ass rested on his skinny thighs. She sat there for a few moments, her head down a bit, her eyes closed. Max reached up and took hold of her two firm full tits and began to work them with his hands, using his thumbs on her very hard, very dark nipples. Her head lolled back and she hissed,

"Oh, sweetheart, yes, you feel so good in me and on me. How did I get so lucky?"

Max couldn't help but think she had that backwards. Then she began to ride up and down his cock, letting the shaft slowly pull out until just the head was in and then back down she went. Mimicking Max from the night before, when she hit bottom she ground her hips to add to their pleasure. As Max played with her tits, her hands were running over her stomach and then down to her clit, where she applied a well used finger to add to her enjoyment. Max had come very hard that first time so the next would be a while in arriving. After a time, Dee let her body fold forward until her head was above Max's on the pillow and her tits were now near to his face. He pulled one up so he could begin sucking on the nipple.

Dee just groaned into the pillow and ground her pussy down on his cock. He felt her shudder then go completely rigid as a much bigger orgasm tore through her body. Max brought his arms around to encircle her back and hold onto her as she shuddered some more, groaning out how much she loved this and him. Max began to apply his hips to add to the fucking Dee was giving herself and he moved his hands down to grab her ass. It didn't take too long and she began to shudder again, this time the orgasm making her buck and spasm.

It was also more than he could take and he was able to pull his dick out and let the cum shots splash on her ass and lower back. As their orgasms subsided they relaxed into each other, with Dee huddled atop Max, shifting down enough so she could get her face into the side of his neck, her tits pressing into his torso. Her warm soft lips were pressing into his neck and the side of his face until she lifted up a bit and stared down at him from a few inches away. She smiled lazily and then covered his mouth with hers and proceeded to kiss him until he saw stars.

She finally slid to the side, stretching out on the bed, half covering him with her body, one long leg flung over the both of his. He turned his head so he could look at her face to face and she looked back and then said,

"I meant what I said. I'm feeling pretty lucky right now."

"Me, too. In fact, I have to think I got the best of this bargain."

"Don't think that for a minute. You're everything I was hoping for when I came to this school. The last thing I wanted was to go through this alone, which I would have if all that was out there was more of what I had in high school. But entirely by accident, I found you. The man of my dreams."

"Oh, c'mon, Dee. How could you have possibly dreamed of someone like me?"

"Well, I dreamt of finding someone that was kind and caring, that would be interested in me and my desires as much as their own. And I wanted someone who had the equipment and ability to make me feel as good or better than I could make myself feel. That's you, baby. I didn't matter what sort of package it was wrapped in."

Max found himself in the position again of not being able to respond to something she said. He could only give her a little smile.

"And what about you? Am I the girl of your dreams?" she asked, playfully squeezing him with an arm and leg.

"No," he replied matter of factly.

Dee pulled her head back and looked at him, those big dark eyes fully wide now.

"What do you mean? How could you say that?"

"Because it's true. I never dreamed about being with a girl like you, like anyone really. My dreams tended to be about things that had already had happened. Like the stuff in the basement and that neighbor guy. I could never have dreamt of someone like you and the two of us doing this. But I will now, though."

Her eyes softened considerably and she leaned in and kissed him softly, in a way that spoke more about love than lust. They she pulled him over onto his side so that he was wrapped up in her arms and legs and she held him protectively. She kissed the top of his head and he couldn't see the expressions that flowed across her face as she thought about how badly used he had been by life, how much she wanted to wash all his bad memories away and how much she wanted him to understand what he meant to her. It was during this time that they both drifted off to sleep for a while.

She was the first to wake up a while later. His breathing was warm on her neck but what she was really focused on was the hard, warm cock pressing up against her lower stomach. She smiled to herself, thinking about how this skinny little, seemingly undernourished, guy could recover so quickly. She let a hand slide down to grab his ass and pull him tightly to her, grinding her hips to stimulate his cock against her stomach and her pussy against his leg. It didn't take long for him to wake up and she heard him say,

"You were right, dreams do come true," and he began to kiss her neck and throat.

They continued to dry hump each other for a while and then Dee said,

"Baby, I want you do something for me, to me."

"Do we have time? What about your roommate?"

"Sure, we have plenty of time. I want you to fuck me from behind while I'm on hands and knees."

"You mean doggie style."

"Yes, fuck me like the bitch in heat that I am," she said, purring more like a big cat, but he got the idea.

She started it off by unwrapping him and getting into position. She had leaned on her elbows, her head low, with her ass high. Max looked at her for a few minutes, letting his hands drift around on her body. She wiggled her hips as if to suggest he get on with it. He stood up, his hard cock pointing to the ceiling and got around behind her. He bent his legs a bit and took hold of her ass with his hands, liking the way his pale skin looked against her dark smooth ass. He dipped a bit more and began to rub his balls and hard cock along the crease of her ass. This got murmurs of pleasure from the other end.

He took his cock in hand and began to rub the dripping head along her pussy and up over her asshole. This got her attention and she growled in appreciation. He gave here a few more rubs and then began to push in. She groaned a bit but gave her hips a wiggle and pushed back. Max bent his knees a bit and slowly pushed more of the thick shaft up inside her ever damper pussy. When his balls finally touched he pulled back and began to slowly fuck her. The girl began to push back with each down stroke and she 'ooood' and 'ahhhed'. As he continued to pump his fat dick into her she said,

"Oh, baby, yes, fuck me, fuck me. I'm yours, all yours."

Max felt she was telling him something, so he picked up the pace and began to push in harder and harder. She responded by shoving back harder to meet each thrust. Her moans became throatier and were soon growls of ecstasy. He felt her hand come back to cup his balls and play with them as he fucked her. At a point he looked down and saw her dark tight asshole winking and flex at him. He decided 'what the heck' and let a copious stream of spit dribble from his mouth onto her hole. He used the thumb of one hand and rubbed it in. Then he began to press in and her head came up and she looked back over her shoulder with fire in her eyes. The only thing she said was,

"Do it."

Then she turned her head and buried her face in the pillow. His thumb continued to press as his cock sawed in and out at a fast hard pace. Once the thumb was all in he began to move it about and then push it in and out. Her hips began to sway and gyrate as the sensations began to build and suddenly her back arched and her head came up, she groaned loudly, louder than she ever had. He felt her clench down on his cock and he could only just react and pull his cock out and begin to pump his load. He had already shot two full loads so this time he managed only one full stream that went down her spine and the rest dribbled out to coat the thumb that was still in her asshole.

Seemingly spent, Dee slid forward until she was flat on her stomach, her body limp. Max backed off the bed and went to get tissues to clean her up but she said,

"Wait, baby, come here."

He walked over to the bed and she leaned out and licked the tip of his softening cock, then inhaled the head and half the shaft. She licked and sucked him clean. Then he got the tissues and cleaned off her back and ass. Once they were both neat and clean he reached down and began to pick up his clothes from the floor. She looked at him and said,

"What are you doing, baby?"

"I'm getting dressed. Your roommate is going to be back, isn't she?"

"Are you serious? After what you just did for me, and to me? Get your skinny white ass back in this bed," she said, but it was with a smile.

Max dropped his pants and climbed into an impossibly long pair of arms that wrapped him up tight and pulled him in. She kissed his neck and the side of his face and then gently purred in his ear. The next thing he remembered was the sound of footsteps across the floor. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a tall white girl slowly kicking off her sneakers. He closed his eyes again until he heard the sound of the other mattress move and he opened them again to see a pair of light colored eyes peering back at him. He blinked a couple of times and then she winked, pursed her lips as if to kiss him and then she rolled over to face the wall. He gave a little shrug thinking, 'Does this happen to girls a lot?' and then settled back to sleep, lulled by the warmth and slowly steady breathing of his lady love. He dreamed a rather amazing dream that night, one that he was eager to share with Dee when they awoke, or maybe a little later, considering the presence of the roommate. He awoke to a faint noise in his ear, a soft murmuring.

"Wake up, baby, time to wake up."

"Hmmm, I'm awake, but be quiet, your roommate is back."

"Do you think she saw you?"

"I know she did," he whispered over his shoulder, "we made eye contact, and she winked at me."

He left out the air kiss. Dee eased her grip and said,

"Turn around and face me," she whispered.

Max tried to be quiet as he reversed position only to have his lips covered by hers as soon as he was facing him. His eyes popped wide when he felt one hand take hold of his cock and begin to stroke it. When he finally got his lips free he said,

"What are you doing? She'll hear us."

"So what? I want us to cum one more time. Please, sweetheart, get your fingers on my pussy and make me cum."

She got her mouth back on his, pushing her tongue in as her grip squeezed his quickly responding cock. Never one to say no to his black beauty he worked his hand down between her thighs and began to work her damp lips and hard clit, doing what she loved so much. She moaned into his mouth and thrust her hips forward and he slipped a finger between her lips and began to finger fuck her pussy while he ground her clit with the heel of his hand. Her moaning was more insistent. They kept at it until finally Max began to hunch his hips and moderate amount of cum pumped onto her hand and wrist. Feeling this tripped her own orgasm and she went rigid, clamping her thighs down on his hand. They finally relaxed and Dee's lips eased but didn't release him. Her kissing became warm and loving and her arms went around his back, to include rubbing his cum over his ass.

When she finally relented and let him pull back, he looked at her with raised eyebrows.

"Really, Dee? On my ass?"

"Why not? You did it to me last night, baby," she replied, nipping his lower lip and then reaching out to grab some tissues.

He rolled onto his stomach and she quickly wiped him clean, leaning down to kiss him on each of his ass cheeks. Then, as quietly as they could, they got out of bed, pulled on the minimum amount of clothes necessary and slipped out the door. After seeing him off at the front steps with another long warm kiss, Dee came back to her room. When she came back, she found her roommate reclining on one elbow looking up at her.

"Hi there, sweetie. How was the match?" she asked.

"It was fine, we won in four games. Looks like you had a really fun weekend."

"Oh, you could say that. Or you could say it was a fantastic weekend. That boy made me feel things I never have," Dee enthused as she sat down on her bed.

"Really? You wouldn't think it to look at him. I should be pretty mad at you, you know."

"Why, did we surprise you last night when you got in?" Dee asked.

"Well, yeah, but that's not it. Sounded like you were having some fun just now and you didn't ask me to join in," the blonde girl said with a pout.

"Oh, no, sorry, sweetie. That boy is mine, and all mine. You're a wonderful girl, but I'm afraid you're going to have to find one of your own."

"What do you think I've been tying to do? I've been here a year longer than you and all the dates I've had have been with jocks and frat boys. I've gotten laid twice in that time and I've had to finish myself off both times after they left," she said, kicking at a nearby sneaker. "Sounded like you enjoyed yourself this morning," she said a bit wistfully.

"Yes, we did. I won't go into details, sweetie, you're feeling bad enough."

"Okay, be that way, but tell me this. How many times did he get you off this weekend?"

Dee took in a breath and then looking at her roommate, she said,

"Once this morning, three times last night, once yesterday morning and three times the night before."

"Jesus! Eight times? That little guy must be a magician."

"Maybe, but I do know he has magic hands and quiet a nice wand. So if you want some magic, you better go find your own wizard. Sorry, sweetie."

Max, on the other hand, was feeling things he never thought he would feel. For one, he was as satisfied sexually as he could ever remember being. And someone else had been involved. He also knew that someone else had been made very happy and he had been the one to do. Not to mention that someone had said she loved him. And not just anybody but this amazing girl. He was actually smiling went he got to his empty dorm room. He dropped a pop tart into the toaster he shared with his room mate and then ran down the hall to grab a shower. When he got back to his room he wolfed down the still warm pastry, dressed and headed for the lab to do some work. Then it was back to Dee's dorm to meet her for lunch, as planned.

He was standing outside when he heard,

"Well, there's my magician."

"And there's my queen. I guess that makes me like Merlin, the court magician."

"Use what ever name you want, sweetheart," she said as walked down the steps to meet him.

She bent down to cover his mouth with a hot brief kiss and then stood up with a sigh and said,

"I can't remember a time when I've felt this good. Come on, let's get some lunch. Do you have to do any work this afternoon?"

"No, I did stuff this morning, so I have the whole afternoon to myself if I want to. You?" he asked.

"Free and clear, I'm all yours, baby."

He looked up to see that flawless ebony face looking back at him, smiling warmly.

"An embarrassment of riches for me then," said the poet side of him in return.

He was nearly yanked off his feet by the two arm embrace he got around his shoulders. Once in the dining hall, Dee made sure that his selections were not up to geek chic standards. She nixed the energy drink as being unnecessary at this time of day. She added fruit and vegetables and an extra portion of the entr?e. When they were walking toward a table he said,

"Looks like you're trying to fatten me up for the kill."

"No, sweetie, I'm trying to get you healthy for the long haul."

He wasn't sure what she meant but he didn't go with any kind of snappy comeback. While they ate a thought occurred and he said,

"Dee, after we finish, can we find someplace quiet to talk. I have something I want to tell you."

"Sure, honey. I know just the right spot for a cool afternoon."

So about twenty minutes later they were sitting side by side on a small bench that overlooked a section of the quad that was popular for impromptu sporting events like touch football, pick up soccer or as now, some ultimate Frisbee. The sun was strong and shone down on the bench so the late southern fall day was very comfortable. As they sat, Dee's hand began her habitual fondling of his somewhat messy hair. It was a habit he was glad to encourage because it felt so good.

"So what did you want to tell me? Something good I hope."

"Well, certainly interesting. Do you remember when you asked me if you were my dream girl?"

"Yup, and you said no but I understand why you said that," she replied evenly.

"Well, last night, I got proof that you really are. I dreamed about you, us actually."

"Oh, I think I like where this is going. Tell me more, but first do me a favor."

"What?"

"Lay on your back with your head in my lap."

He looked at her, then shrugged because it sounded like a nice idea. So he swung around, leaned back until his head was resting on one of her firm, shapely thighs and his feet pressed up against the arm rest of the bench. One hand resumed working on his hair while the other arm draped across his chest. He looked up into her softly smiling face and said,

"You know, if the sun was in the right place behind you, it would be like looking at a goddess."

She leaned down and managed to get her lips on his and then she sat up and said,

"Okay, tell me about your dream."

"Right. I think it might have been two dreams, or maybe one long one, I'm not sure. What I am sure about is two visions of you. The first had to do with what we were doing last night, that last time, with you on your hands and knees."

Her smile got wider and she said,

"Oh, yes, that was very dreamy."

"I must have thought so too, because in the dream, you did the slow sexy strip for me again and then you got down on the floor on all fours and sort of crawled around a bit."

"Oooo, I do like where this is going."

"I'm glad. Then, you sorta changed from being a gorgeous naked girl to one of those big black cats. A puma or leopard or whatever they are called. And you paced back and forth a bit and then came up to me and began rubbing on my leg like a house cat does. It was strange but very sexy. You both had such amazing muscles and either smooth clear skin or sleek shiny fur. I hope this doesn't sound weird, or even racist."

Dee laughed a bit and squeezed him a bit around his chest.

"No, sweetheart, you're no racist. And you're right, it does sound very sexy. I love big cats. They way they move, how sleek and powerful they are. If you think of me like that, even in your dreams, I'm very flattered. And believe me when I say I love how you feel about my skin. But it sounds like you might like it if I was in a sexy cat suit, like that play they had on Broadway."

Max shook his head while it rested on her leg.

"Oh, no, never. I would never what anything between your skin and my hands and lips if I can help it. Like I said, in my dreams its okay, but in reality, with you, naked is always best."

This time she took his head in both hands and pulled it up enough that she could meet it with parted lips and gave him a kiss that lasted much longer than the last. When she let him rest on her leg again she said,

"Oh, sweetheart, how you make me feel. But go on, is there more?"

"Well, yeah, after that, and I don't know how, it seemed like I was washed up on a beach. Like some tropical island or coastline or something. I guess I was able to drag myself across the beach to the beginning of a jungle and lay under some palms. Then I heard a noise and when I looked you were standing there, like you had just walked out from the trees. All you had on was this wrap thing around your waist and it didn't make it half way to your knees. You were topless, with just some sort of necklace with shells and shark teeth and stuff. And you were holding a spear."

"Hmmm, Dineesha, warrior princess, you think?" she teased.

"I dunno, but you looked incredible, really sexy but in a strong kinda way. Anyhow, you walked over to me and I wasn't sure what you had in mind, but you stuck the spear butt first into the sand and then knelt down next to me. From somewhere you pulled out some sort of flask or bottle and gave me water. You said some things but I didn't understand them, really. Then you stood up, undid your wrap and grabbed your spear and headed towards the water. That was really something to see. Anyway, the spear turned out to be for fishing. You speared some fish, brought them back, and somehow made a fire and you cooked them for me. Then you stayed with me. You took care of me. Like you've been doing almost since we met."

She was looking at him as he spoke and he saw how her expression changed from interest to really interested to a soft loving smile. The hand on his head now caressed the side of his face and the other was slowly wandering around his chest.

"That sounds like quite the nice dream. The reality would be so much better. Just the two of us, alone on a beach, living off the land. Naked and free."

"Um, you naked maybe. I'm not so much white as I am translucent. Sun like that would burn me to a crisp."

"Oh, you'd be naked, white boy, don't you doubt that," she said with a laugh. "And don't be fooled. This smooth black skin you love so much isn't immune to the sun. It might take longer, but I'd still get my share of pain."

"Really? I didn't know that."

"Oh, sure. Dark skin is better adapted to sunlight but it can still get damaged. We'd have to spend lots of time rubbing lotions on each other."

"Wow, I'd love that. Of course, I'd probably have to use a paint roller on you because of all the skin that would need covering."

Anyone looking up from the quad would have seen the black giantess leaning over, viciously assaulting the ribcage of the small, apparently helpless white boy who was laughing hysterically as she tickled his ribs. When she finally relented and sat back up, he was limp as a wet dishrag. His breathing was hoarse and ragged. When he was finally able to talk he said,

"That was a dirty trick. Having a warrior goddess attack you is pretty scary."

"You can be pretty silly sometimes, you know that? I like that about you. Try and do it more often."

He looked up at her, her expression a touch mischievous but still incredibly attractive and he thought about something for a moment and said,

"Well, this isn't exactly silly, but I suppose you could call it spontaneous."

He sat up, turned around and got on his knees next to her, raising up as tall as he could, put his hands on both sides of her head and covered her mouth with his own. He ground his lips against hers, so soft and warm, and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. Instead of wrapping her arms around him, she grabbed tightly to his upper arms and hung on as she tried to kiss back. The kiss went on and on. Finally he broke off and looked down at her from his temporary height advantage. She looked back, her eyes blinking.

"Oh, baby, that was something."

"I couldn't help myself. All that talk about big cats and naked spear fishing goddesses kind of got me wound up."

"Oh, sweetie, don't ever feel bad about that. I don't want you to ever think twice about touching me or kissing me or holding my hand or anything. I mean I expect you won't try to jump me in a lecture hall, but otherwise, I want to feel you."

"So I wasn't being too pushy?"

"No, you weren't. In fact, I'll tell you something, my dear boy. Last night, when I was on all fours and you were riding me, it felt so amazing. I know you have concerns about the difference in our size, but believe me that it makes no difference to me. You've shown me that you can be bigger than life in a lot of ways. I'm not suggesting you start leading me around on a leash, but get used to the idea that I am all yours. And you are all mine. Got it?"

He didn't say anything, he just leaned in and started kissing her again. This time she wrapped her arms around him and the kiss went on for some time. Neither of them seemed inclined to stop until Dee let out a yelp into his mouth and they pulled apart. Dee looked down at her feet to see a Frisbee that had just bounced off of her shins. They both looked to the field and saw a small group of the players closer by waving for it to be thrown back. Max looked at her and said,

"Maybe you should?"

"Forget that. I may be a budding star center but I never could throw one of those damn things right."

Max let out a sigh and climbed down off the bench and picked up the plastic disc. He looked at it critically and saw how scuffed up the edge was. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a multi-tool of some kind and opened up one of the blades and he began to run it around the edge of the disc, smoothing it out. The Frisbee players were getting impatient, and started to move in their direction. Max put the tool back in his pocket, took one more look at the disc and then in a smooth, classic throw sent the disc on an arrow straight line back at the players.

"Nice throw there, sweetie."

"Thanks. It used to be a favorite in the neighborhood for a while when I was a kid. It was about the only thing I could throw that actually went where I wanted it."

"What other hidden talents to you have?"

He waggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled as she stood up and grabbed his hand and towed him away from the open field. As they walked Dee's cell phone buzzed and she pulled it out. After a moment she made a happy sound and said,

"Good new, sweetheart. I just got a text from my roomie. She and her teammates are going into town for some dinner. She'll be gone from around five o'clock and won't be back until around ten. Looks like we can end this fantastic weekend in style."

"Gee, I dunno, Dee. I'm kinda tired. A poor little guy like me can't be expected to be on constant call for such a powerful, lusty wench such as yourself."

Somehow he must have sensed what she was going to do because when she went to grab him, he wasn't there. He had ducked under her arm and darted behind her, smacking her lightly on the ass as he passed. She yelped and turned but he dodged again and again as she tried to catch him. What finally did him in was his own lack of stamina. He ran out of steam long before the very well conditioned athlete in front of him and she was finally able to get a hold of him. He didn't really mind because she wrapped him up and proceeded to rain kisses on his face and neck, before a long smoldering one landed on his mouth.

"Lusty wench, huh? Wait until I get you into that room. I'll show you lusty."

"Believe me when I say I can't wait. But dinner first, I'll need my energy."

"Of course. And that reminds me sweetie," she said turning serious as they disentangled. "I really want you to concentrate on eating better and getting some exercise. You really need to put on some decent weight."

"You know, you might be right. Otherwise, my warrior goddess is going to leave me an empty husk," he replied solemnly.

"Wow, lusty wench, warrior goddess. You're on quite a roll today, baby."

"I guess I'm just in a good mood," he replied, taking hold of her hand and kissing it. "I have enough reason to be."

Had anyone been watching they would have seen the small white boy with a small smile while the tall ebony beauty blinked furiously trying to hold back the tears. They did indeed have an early dinner, the contents of which were closely monitored by the nurse in early training. Afterward they went back to Dee's room to, as she said, go out in style. She favored him with a slow slinky strip, shaking her ass at him while her jeans and panties came off, then wiggling her shoulders to get he bare tits to shake and shimmy. When he was done undressing, his cock was hard and standing tall, immediately attracting her attention. Instead of pulling him into her arms, she backed up as much as the small room would allow and sank down to her hands and knees on the floor.

While Max watched, she crawled to him like a big black cat, and then rubbed her head and shoulders against his leg and then his hard cock. The feel of her thick black hair against the underside of his dick felt incredible. Then she licked at it like a kitten licking at a bowl of milk. Once she cleaned the head of the precum that had formed, she opened her mouth and took in the head and half the shaft. Then she did her best imitation of a purr and the vibrations went down the shaft, through his balls and right to the base of his spine. In a burst of perverse inspiration, he withdrew his cock from her mouth and quickly got on her bed. Then he crooked his finger at her and said,

"Here, kitty, kitty."

She smiled at him slyly and crawled to the bed and then climbed up, maintaining her all fours posture, her ass toward him. He took her firm cheeks in hand and applied his lips and tongue to her exposed pussy with vigor. Her purring turned to grunts and growls as he licked her lips, sucked on her clit and tongue lashed everything he could reach, included her dark winking ass hole. The more she reacted the more effort he put into his oral assault. Finally, with a squeal that was muffled by the mattress, she stiffened and then bucked through a deep wrenching orgasm. He kept going until she finally sagged onto her side. Her face was now visible but her eyes were closed and her breathing was rapid and hoarse.

He sat back on his heels and watched her, all the while stroking her legs, ignoring his own hard shaft and heavily drooling head. When her eyes opened she smiled and said,

"Oh, lover, it just gets better and better. I think I'm the one who's going to wind up the drained husk at this rate. Bring me that delicious cock of yours. It needs attention."

Max knee walked his way forward until his cock and balls were at her mouth. She leaned forward and began to lick his hairless balls before licking the precum covered head of his cock. Then his entire cock disappeared into her mouth and she worked it with the same enthusiasm he had shown for her pussy. As she sucked he played with those beautifully full tits, but he left her pussy alone. In time his balls began to pull up and then with single spasm of his hips he drove his cock fully into her mouth and shot his first stream. Dee pulled her head back and let the second shot coat her tongue and then it was time to start gulping down everything he had to give her. His load wasn't quite as heavy as it had been just a couple of days earlier but it was still thick and hot and tasted like heaven to her.

When he was done he sagged back to sit on the bed, until she took hold of his arm and pulled him down to lay with her, face to face, entangled like some complex erotic yin and yang emblem. They kissed softly for a while until she spoke in just a whisper.

"I was thinking earlier, what are you going to be doing for the break?"

"I'm staying here. I have no where else to go, so this is home until graduation. You?"

"I'm staying, too. We have games and a holiday tournament, but I'm not sure about away games. Um, would you like to spend Christmas together?" she asked.

"Wow, you know, I never even thought about that. Dad and I never celebrated it and it wasn't much different with my great aunt. Yeah, sure, whatever you want to do, I'm game."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I wasn't really looking forward to being by myself."

"Take it from me, it's not a lot of fun. It's funny, but I have the feeling I'm never really going to be alone anymore."

She smiled and she nodded and then he was enveloped in a sea of warm dark chocolate. They mad love twice more before he finally had to leave for his own room. She had cum at least three more times and him twice, the last a seeming dribble but still deep and satisfying. For the next few weeks it was happy time for Max, and Dee. The worked and they ate and they played and they loved. As exams got closer there was more work than play, but the love seemed to get stronger and stronger. As to eating, while college food doesn't always have a lot to say for it, there was always plenty and Dee made sure he ate his fill and well. He lost most of his palor and it looked like he was actually adding a few pounds, if slowly. Most importantly, he was happy. His work was progressing well and his willingness to help others had given him something else he had never had. A circle of friends.

While it may have appeared that he was the one doing all the givng, he was getting something in return, a strong emotional boost. By the middle of finals week, he was going to need ever bit he could get. By comparing exam schedules Dee knew that her Max was going to be nearly done my mid day Wednesday. So after what she felt was a stellar effort so far, thanks to his coaching, she went looking for him to share a happy lunch. She couldn't find him in the dining hall. She knew he was free that afternoon so she went to the lab where he spent so much time working and still couldn't find him. Finally, she went to his dorm room and after repeated knockings the door finally opened.

What she saw horrified her. The boy, or young man, that she had come to love so deeply stood in front of her looking as if he were a child lost, afraid and utterly alone. His skin had much of the pallor back and his expression was haunted.

"My god, sweetheart, what's the matter?"

He looked up into her face and then held up a piece of paper that was crumpled in his hand. She gently took it from him and began to read. It was a letter from a law firm informing Max of his father's recent death. Dee gasped at this first sentence and read on to see that the actual date of death was over six weeks ago. It had taken this long to locate him and they regretted the delay very much. It said his father had been ill and had prearranged his affairs and his remains had been cremated and scattered at an undisclosed location. He would be receiving a box shortly that contained personal affects that as sole heir were now his. Again, they regretted the delay, offered condolences and any assistance they might be able to offer in this most difficult time.

By the time she was done, the tears were flowing openly down her face. She silently handed him back the letter. Then she did something she had never done before with Max. She went down to one knee and then wrapped her arms around him and pulled him tightly to her. It took a few moments for him to react but finally his arms went around her and he was once again holding on to the girl for dear life. He didn't cry but she did. When she finally got herself together she leaned back a bit, noticing finally that they were still in the doorway to his room. She stood up and gently pushed him back inside and closed the door.

She steered him to his bed and sat him down and then sat next to him, her arms around his shoulders. She rested her head on top of his and said,

"I'm so, so sorry. But I don't understand, sweetheart. I thought your dad was already gone. I though that was why you had to go live with your great aunt."

She felt him put one hand on her leg and then after a minute he said,

"No, they took me away because Dad was getting, I dunno, vague I guess is the word. He had his work, which he never talked about but as I got older, he seemed to fade into his own world more and more. When I started showing up at school in clothes that hadn't been washed in a couple of weeks and hadn't eaten much someone noticed and Children Services stepped in. He wound up signing away his parental rights and that's how I wound up with Aunt Jeannie."

The entire statement was made in a dead, flat voice.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" she asked, desperate to ease his pain.

"Just what you are doing. It's more than anyone else has ever done for me," he said, while pushing in a little tighter.

She wasn't sure which was worse, that his somewhat father had just died or the bitterness behind the last comment. The tears began to flow again. That sat like that for about a quarter hour and then Dee sat up straight and said,

"Okay, sweetheart. We aren't staying here. Put a jacket on and come with me."

He didn't even think to argue. He was more or less on auto pilot at this point and allowed himself to be steered wherever. He pushed the piece of paper into his pocket and let her put his jacket on for him. Then she led him by the hand outside and over to her dorm. She walked him to the mostly empty common room and sat down on the couch. She pulled him down but to her surprise he didn't sit. He lay down on his side with his head cradled on her lap, his knees pulled up in a classic fetal position. She had one hand on his head, smoothing his hair, the other draped over his side and chest.

When his breathing went slow and steady she realized he had dozed off. She saw the paper sticking out of his pocket and she pulled it out, to reread it, as if it might change what had occurred. Then she thought of something else and pulled out her phone. She checked her calendar and then she called the math department office.

"Hello? Yes, hi, my name in Dineesha Thompson. I'm calling on behalf of Max Harrington. Yes, I'm afraid he just got notice that his Dad has died. Yes, yes, thank you. No, it was several weeks ago, there is no need for Max to go home, but he's in no shape to take his exam today. At 3, do you know who his professor is? Oh, okay, I'll wait," she said.

As she waited, a pair of girls came into the room and when they saw Dee they smiled at first and then look confused. She waved them over and handed one of them the message. As they read, the one girl covered her mouth with one hand and the other was biting her lower lip. When they looked at Max they could see he was asleep. Before anyone could say anything Dee was talking into her phone again.

"Yes, oh okay, you expect him shortly? Okay, we'll wait to hear from you and thank you. Oh, yes, I'll pass along your condolences, that's very kind. Good bye."

"What's going on, Dee?" the girl holding the message asked quietly.

"Just what it says," she whispered back. "He hasn't seen or heard from the man since he was thirteen. I'm amazed he took it so hard, but he's shattered. I just didn't want him alone. With the friends he has here I thought it would help but he just went to sleep as soon as we got her."

"Poor little guy. Just as things seemed to be going so good for him," the other girl commented.

They both took seats and continued their whispered conversation. In the two hours it took for Max to wake up, a small but steady stream of people had come through the common room. Word spread pretty quickly and plans were laid. When Max's eyes fluttered open he saw a half dozen or so concerned faces looking back at him. He rolled his head to look up at Dee and she gave him a small, tentative smile.

"Hey, sorry about that. I guess I just needed to shut down for a while."

"No need to be sorry, sweetie. We're here for you. How are you doing?"

"Lousy, but I'll live," he replied in the same flat tone.

Then his eyes went wide and said,

"What time is it?"

"Don't worry about the time, hon. I talked to the math department. They know. You can take your exam on Friday morning at nine."

"You did that?"

She nodded.

"You're the best, you know that?" he said as he rolled up into a sitting position.

He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for being here for me."

She smiled a bit and pulled him to her. He looked to his side as someone sat down next to him on the other side. It was the girl who had once asked Dee what she saw in that little bitty white boy.

"Max, we are all so, so sorry about your dad. If there is anything at all any of us can do, just say so. I know you may not realize it but you have lots of friends here."

"Thanks, Tonya. I think I'm beginning to understand that."

As dinner time approached some more people entered the room. Some might have suggested it was similar to sitting Shiva or maybe an Irish wake, but it was a group of friends trying to help one of their own to recover and begin to heal. A few asked some questions about his early life and his dad. While not particularly detailed he did offer some anecdotes that painted a picture of a distant man doing what he could to raise a child, without the slightest notion of how to do it. An arm load of pizza was delivered and they were eaten in a subdued atmosphere that was slowly drawing Max out of his shell of grief.

At one point he looked up at Dee and said softly,

"I'm getting pretty tired. Maybe I should get back my room and sleep."

"You're staying here with me tonight. We've worked it out."

"Oh, okay," he replied.

Dee was a little concerned about his almost robotic complacency but maybe it was just the shock and fatigue. A couple of minutes later her thoughts were interrupted by the hulking presence of the lineman that Max had helped with Algebra. He looked down at Max and said,

"Hey, man, I heard about happened with your pops. That really sucks."

Max nodded and said,

"Yeah, it does."

"I lost my uncle a couple of years ago. We were tight, you know. He was a big guy like me, played football, we had a lot in common. It was hard when he died," the big guy said, then he looked right at Max and continued with some force. "It sucks and don't let anyone tell you different. It's not okay and everything isn't all right, no matter what they say. Feel as lousy as you want. You'll get over it but don't hold it in."

Then with a little head nod he turned and left the room. One of the girls had watched him leave and then said,

"I think that's the most I've ever heard him say at one time."

Dee nodded and added,

"But he is right. Its okay to feel bad and angry and whatever, sweetie. You're the only one who knows what this means to you."

He just sort of smiled. About an hour later Dee whispered to him and he nodded and she stood up and helped him stand. He looked at the rest and said,

"Thanks, this has helped."

Dee walked him up to her room and they went inside. She stripped him down and then peeled off her own clothes and they slid under the covers. As per usual she spooned up behind him and wrapped him in her arms. She knew he would be asleep quickly so she just whispered in his ear,

"I love you, sweetheart. Look for me in your dreams."

The warmth and weight of her body was soothing and he dropped of immediately. He did look and he did find her but not as he thought he might. He was standing naked and alone on a barren dreamscape. Moving in from all sides were snarling beast shapes and he was defenseless. Out of nowhere a long dark skinned arm reached in front of him and a long fingered hand pressed against his chest to move him backward. Now interposed between him and his would be attackers was a black warrior goddess, nearly naked but armed with a long spear.

As the beasts began their assault the spear flashed out and as each was struck it dissolved in a cloud of black dust. She seemed to be able to tell when those that were shifting behind them moved. She would dart around and be there to intercept the attack. When the last beast was destroyed, she reached behind, took his hand and led him away. Before he could find out where she was taking him he woke up to a gentle nudging.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?"

"Yeah, why?"

"You were bouncing and jerking a lot. If I hadn't been holding you I think you would have fallen out of bed."

"Oh, sorry."

"I have an idea that might help. Roll onto your back."

He did as she asked and in a moment he was on his back with her pressed against his side, one arm cushioning his head, her tits against his side and chest. Her other hand slid down his stomach and lightly passed over his balls and limp cock. She began to lightly kiss the side of his face as her fingers began to slowly caress his cock. He turned his head to say something and Dee cut him off with a kiss on the lips.

"You've had a lot of stress today, baby. Let me relieve some of it so you can sleep better."

So he just relaxed and let her tease his cock into full hardness. As the precum began to flow her finger tips would tease it down onto the shaft and once it was slick she wrapped her hand around the thick shaft and began to stroke it. As she stroked his cock she lightly kissed the side of his face and neck and his throat. Her hand was soft and warm and gripped his cock firmly. He became so relaxed it was almost a doze and he began to imagine they were on that beach again, that she had come to him in the wilderness to save him and pulled him back to their special place. Her hand felt so good but he wanted more and he wanted to give as well as take so he put his hand on her wrist and pulled her hand off his cock.

"Sweetie?"

He rolled into her and kept going until he had pushed her onto her back and he was lying on top of her, sliding down until his cock was rubbing her bare pussy. He began to move his hips, dragging the head of his cock along the lips of her pussy, causing her to hiss and wrap her arms around his back.

"Oh, baby, do whatever you want. Use me."

As he began to slip the head of his cock between her pussy lips, he fastened his mouth on one of her nipples and began to suck and lick it. He pushed his cock deeper and deeper until his balls wee touching her ass and then he began a slow, deep fucking. Dee moaned and her head moved from side to side, as his thick cock worked her pussy. Her legs hooked behind his and she let her fingers roam through his hair. While it had not been her intention, she was the first to tense in orgasm as his increased skills brought her to orgasm after a short while. He didn't last much longer and he withdrew his cock and blew a healthy load of cum over her belly and lower chest.

Once he was done, she reached up and pulled him forward, until his mouth was on hers, her tits against his torso and the gooey mass of cum spread between their bodies. When the kiss ended, Dee shifted him sideways enough so that they could just snuggle into each other and fade to sleep, leaving the cummy mess to dry on them. Max managed not to dream at all. When he woke the next morning he found Dee already awake, her dark eyes regarding him intently.

"How are you this morning, sweetheart?"

"Better. Not good, but better. Thank you."

"Just remember, you're with the best better maker, hmm, make you betterer, no?"

"Angel, I get the idea. And I agree, no one does it better than you. So, what now? Do you have an exam today?"

"No, I get to do two tomorrow."

"Okay, then we need to get cleaned up and something to eat and then we hit the books."

"Sweetie, are you sure?"

"Hey, I don't want to get all melodramatic here and I'm not saying I would have done anything desperate and stupid, but you kinda saved me yesterday. I don't know how I would have gotten through that without you. So, I think I can spare you the time to help you get ready for your exams tomorrow. I think you need to get a shower."

"Well, if you weren't such a messy lover, I wouldn't so it's all your fault," she said with smile. "Stay here and I'll be back in a bit. Have a nap if you want."

Max had no intention of closing his eyes until she was dressed and out of the room. He would never miss a chance to see all that amazing skin if he could help it. As he lay there he thought about what it would be like to share a shower with her. One thing was for sure, it would take a lot of suds. He must have dozed because the next thing he knew, she was kneeling by his side, kissing his face and when she saw his open eyes she smiled.

"Okay, lover boy, get your skinny behind out of that bed. Get some clothes on and we'll head back to your dorm."

Max had been glad for all the support he got yesterday, but he was glad that he didn't run into anyone as they left the dorm. The few times that Dee had appeared in Max's dorm, she drew a lot of stares. Apparently, as her dorm was heavy on the jock side, this one had more than its share of, how to say, the academically enhanced. When they walked into his room they startled his roommate who was sitting at his desk, pouring over a book.

Max gathered up his shower stuff and some clothes and hurried out of the room. Dee sat down on the edge of his bed, leaned back on her hands and cross those crazy legs. She looked at the boy and said,

"Did you hear what happened?"

"Yeah, something about Max getting some bad news and you taking him out of here."

She leaned forward and said,

"His dad died, about six weeks ago. It took that long to find Max and let him know. He was pretty devastated but he's starting to come around."

"Oh, shit. I didn't even know his dad was still alive. I kind of assumed he wasn't."

"I'll let him tell you about it when he wants to. But I thought you should know about it."

"Thanks. I've been his roommate for the whole semester and I know next to nothing about his family," the boy said.

"Well, in a nutshell, he has next to no family at all. Just a great aunt is left, I think," she replied.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll head out. I have a final in an hour. I'll talk to him later."

"Alright, good luck."

The boy packed his backpack and left the room with a nod. Dee stood up and looked around the room. The side of Max's roommate looked like a lot of dorm rooms. Posters on the wall, clothes here and there, books in a few small piles on his desk. Max's side had the requisite loose clothes but no posters adorned the walls and his books were held firmly between a pair of plain book ends. No loose papers were anywhere to be seen. Apparently, clothes didn't matter, but books did. He hurried into the room shortly after his roommate.

"Charlie left already? I was going to explain what happened."

"He had an exam to get ready for, but I told him enough. You can tell him what you want to later," she explained. "How you doing?"

"The shower helped wake me up, but everything else is still a little fuzzy. Breakfast might help, but I think it'll take some time."

"Max, sweetie. If you don't mind me saying this, considering how little you had to do with your dad, this seems to have really hit you hard."

"Well, as surprised as you might be," he began, setting down his shower gear, "it's nothing compared to me. I'd thought about how this might play out any number of times. Having the floor fall out from under me was never in the mix. I guess maybe it's because I feel like I've got no ties. No home. I mean home is little university dorm room. All I have is you."

She stepped next to him and put an arm around his shoulder.

"What do you say we go have some breakfast and see if we can start rebuilding that floor."

She did a good job of holding in what she was feeling. A lot was concern, but mostly it was a firm conviction that come what may she was going protect this boy from whatever life threw his way. For what ever reason this little white boy was now the center of her life. And the first thing she was going to do for him was get that floor built.

The whole day was given over to reviewing Dee's course work for her two exams the next day. Max took some time to leaf through his notes and do a few practice problems. They slept in their own beds that night and didn't see each other until the following afternoon after everything was done. Max wanted to check his mailbox for anything about a package and sure enough, there was a notice he had a package to pick up at the student mail counter.

He and Dee stood at the counter, she with her arm draped over his shoulder as usual. The student manning the counter looked from Max to Dee and back. She smiled and he just cocked an eyebrow. When the box was brought out, Max signed for and then picked it up. It wasn't large but it had some weight. They found a quiet corner and Max cut the tape with his multitool. He opened the box and at the top was an envelope that had 'read first' written in a neat but somewhat unsteady hand. He opened the envelope and pulled out the sheets of paper. He started to read but quickly looked at Dee.

"You might want to read this over my shoulder."

The letter read as follows.

'To Maximillian,

My son, the fact that you are reading this means that I am no longer a part of this world, not that I was much a part of it when I was alive. It did not escape me that your life was a difficult one. I suppose it would be expected for me to apologize or to say I was sorry, but such feelings are outside my experience, the result of some complex or syndrome one supposes. While the ways of the physical world were an open and easily readable book for me, the ways of humans and their many intricacies were beyond incomprehensible. In point of fact, your mother was the only one who was ever able to relate to me in any significant way and I was never able to understand how she managed it. If there is one thing I regret, if that is indeed what I feel, it is that you never had the opportunity to meet her. But you should know that much of who she was resides within you. I saw it often when you were younger but it began to be hidden beneath the shell you acquired to shield you from what life was inflicting on you. Also know that you see much of what she was when you look in the mirror. What makes you a handsome young fellow gave her a beauty that moved many to comment.

I cannot know at what point in the future you will be reading this but as I write it you should be half way through your sixteenth year. If you are now of legal age, the contents of the box you acquired is all I have to leave you. It is a small collection of physical and intellectual property, but it may be of use to you as you pursue your life goals. I can't recall a time that I ever offered you anything in the way of significant advice but I will attempt to do so now. Whatever life has dealt you, do not close yourself off from it. I had little choice in the matter, but for you it is otherwise. My hope is that you find someone who touches you as your mother did me. I often wondered how our lives, yours and mine, might have been had she lived. In closing, may the road that stretches before you be smoother then the one you have travelled so far.

Your father, Carl Harrington.

PS. Know that as best I am able, I am proud of what you have become in spite of the obstacles you face.

When Max finished the letter he sat with his head bowed, his hands clasping the paper in his lap. Dee cradled his head to her and kissed his unruly hair.

"You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yes and no. It's nice to know what he'd been thinking about me. But it sucks that I've learned more about the man in the last five minutes than I did the thirteen years I lived with him."

"It sounded like he had some issues. Some sort of autism like those savants, you know?"

"It's possible, I guess. He never did seem very well grounded."

Max folded the letter and put it back in the envelope and set it aside. He pulled out another one that had the name of the law firm on it. Under the same letterhead as the one before he received more greetings, repeated condolences and then he was informed that as sole heir, as stipulated in the will, copy enclosed, such and such possessions of the late Carl Harrington were now the legal property of one Maximillian Harrington. As he read down the list, his sense of smell was being infiltrated by a very persistent fragrance. Not overwhelming but very, very insistent. He looked over and up at Dee and asked,

"Did you change your perfume?"

"Sweetheart, at a time like this, you're asking me about my scent?"

"Well, it is rather difficult to ignore and I try not to miss out on any details about you."

She smiled and pulled his face up to meet hers for a short but intense kiss. When she let him go she said,

"Yes it is new and I love your attention to details. Concentrate on the task at hand and maybe later we can find a cozy spot and I'll let you try and find all the places I put a little dab."

"It's a date."

Looking back to the list Max commented,

"Looks like he had some patents, let's see, seven, and only one is nearing expiration. Three are currently earning royalties. It's not like winning the lottery but it's more than I've ever had before. Paid to a Wells Fargo account. What's this thing?" he said, almost to himself.

Attached to the letter was a piece of paper indicating that apparently his dad had some sort of precious metals account and that the value of the holdings would be revealed when he contacted them. There was also a couple of books and what looked like a typed manuscript.

"What are those?" Dee asked, pointing to the books.

"Looks like her wrote a couple of books. I'm not sure if they're text books or references or something. And it looks like he had one finished but not published. I guess that's what he meant about the physical world being an open book."

"So you got your mom's looks and your dad's smarts. I great combination as far as I'm concerned," she said, planting a wet kiss on his cheek.

"I guess I need to go to a Wells Fargo branch with this paperwork and see about that account. Will you come with me if you can?"

"Of course, let's see, coach is being nice by scheduling practice after lunch. Guess she figures tonight's parties might go a bit late."

"There's a party tonight?"

"Of course, just like after midterms. We'll go for a while, okay?"

"Yeah, I guess we should," he said, sounding thoughtful. "I guess we should get this stuff back to my room."

"Okay, sweetie," she said as they stood up and Max picked up the box. "So, does this mean I have a rich boyfriend?"

"Um, no, but I guess it means you don't have a destitute college student boyfriend anymore," Max replied, then continued, "but I guess a budding pro athlete with super model looks should have a rich one. Hey!!"

The last was said because for the first time in their relationship she hit him. It wasn't much of a hit. Just a light slap on the back of the head but it did catch him by surprise.

"Hey, yourself. Money or no money you have more to offer than any boy I've ever met. So no more of that stuff," and then she gave his head and back some soft rubs. "And thank you for saying I look like a super model, although I think you're terribly biased."

"Maybe, but remember, as a scientist I'm a trained observer. And come to think of it, supermodels are usually what, five ten to six feet. That would make you a super super model then."

By now they were outside the student center. Dee steered them to the head of the staircase to one side and took that box from his hands and set it on the ground. She went down two steps, turned and wrapped Max in her arms and proceeded to kiss him passionately. Her lips covered his and her tongue was probing deeply into his mouth. His chest was pressed hard against her tits and his feet were almost dragged off the top stair. Whether from the fragrance, the lack of air, or the crushing embrace, Max was getting very light headed and he was seeing little lights flashing behind his closed eyelids. When Dee let him go, he staggered a bit and had to gulp air. When he was able to focus on her he could see that bright smile below a pair of burning eyes. She took his hand and had him sit on the top step, and she crouched down in front of him.

"Sorry, but I just couldn't help myself. I know you have a problem understanding my intense feelings for you. But what you just said now is just an example, a piece of you that attracts me so strongly. I'm sure that you took a lot of grief growing up because of your size. Well, believe it or not, so did I. I was always the tallest, and before I filled out a bit, the skinniest. I guess having a pretty face didn't help much when it was too high off the ground to see well. But you, my love, don't see that. It's like, when we are standing face to face, or I guess face to chest, you see past that and you see into my heart, my soul. You tell me such wonderful things about me and I feel so good. I can honestly say that I have never felt so happy and it's all because of you."

Max started to chuckle a bit and then he patted the spot next to him and she sat down. She had her knees pulled up so he wrapped his arm around both and pulled her closer to him.

"You know, I just realized something. To the casual observer, you and I couldn't be more different. Gender, race, physical appearance, talents. Although I will say we aren't that far apart as far as intelligence goes."

The look on Dee's face suggested she thought otherwise on that point but he couldn't see it so he went on.

"Yet, where it may be most important, we share a significant similarity. Because of our talents, we both were expected to do things we may not really have wanted to do. I mean, was basketball your passion? Or do you do it because you can and it's a way of getting to your real goal?" he said, looking up at her.

Her expression was neutral but then she nodded a bit and said,

"I don't care what you say, you really are a genius. I mean, it's not like I hate playing, but you're right. Other people suggested it because of my height, and when it turned out I was really good, I figured it would be a good way to get to my nursing degree."

"I thought as much. For me it was, hey, you're smart, help these guys make grades."

"What goal did that get you to, sweetie?"

"Graduating high school with all my original teeth."

She looked at him with raised eyebrows, but she had to nod, remembering what high school could be like.

"So," Max continued, "I guess that all being said, it's not so odd that we wound up being so attracted to each other. And I can accept that. I don't need to question it anymore. I can just relax and appreciate and enjoy where it takes me, us. Is that okay?"

He had looked away as he said this last bit so when he looked back at her it surprised him to see the tears streaming down he cheeks. He quickly pulled out a clean handkerchief and hesitated a bit before handing it to her. As she dabbed away the tears he said,

"I wanted to do that for you, but I was afraid I might put a finger in your eye."

She started to laugh through the tears and pulled him into a fierce hug. The she kissed his face for a bit and then held him some more. When they finally pulled away from each other she was smiling broadly. He looked at her with a tilt to his head and said,

"I know you said you want to go into nursing, but you should think about maybe doing a minor in psyche. You do such a good job at making people feel good."

This got him another kiss on the forehead and then they got up, retrieved his box and headed over to his dorm. The room was empty so they took the opportunity to cuddle on his bed and do some heavy petting. They kept their clothes on but both were pretty wound up from all the kissing and fondling. Worried about reaching a point of no return they backed off and finally got up and with a bit of straightening of this and that, made themselves presentable for dinner. As they left the dorm, she with her arm around his shoulders, he with his hand tucked neatly into one of the back pockets of her jeans, Max found himself in a surprisingly peaceful mood. The loss of his father was a difficult thing, but in a way he had found him, too. He had also come to a better understanding of his relationship with Dee and the constant questioning had ended.

Their meal was relaxed, he making no objection to Dee's supervision of his selections. He knew it came out of concern for his well being, not a need to control his affairs. As they ate, they spoke lightly of small matters, often touching hands, or rubbing legs with feet. After dinner they walked outside into the cooling night air and found a quiet spot to engage in some more judicious making out. Finally, they decided it was time to put in an appearance at the dorm party. When they stepped through the doorway to the common room, Max wasn't all pushed up against Dee as he had been for the after mid term event, but he wasn't entirely comfortable. Such changes did not occur over night.

A number of heads turned in their direction. A fair number went back to what they were doing but a not insignificant group continued to observe the mismatched pair. Dee was looking down at Max, waiting to see what would happen. He gave a small smile and waved a bit, which seemed to relax the partiers. He looked at a tall blonde standing towards one edge of the group and he said to Dee.

"Is that your roommate? What's her name?"

"Yes it is and her name is Sylvia but she goes my Sylvie."

"Okay," he said as he stepped away from his girlfriend and walked toward the other girl.

She watched him approach with raised eyebrows until he stopped a few feet away.

"Um, hi, you're Sylvie, right?"

"Yes, I am, Max."

"I just wanted to thank you for giving up your room the other night. It was a very kind and generous thing to do," he said, looking up into the taller girl's blue eyes.

"Oh, well, you're welcome, Max. It wasn't anything, really."

"No, no, it was a very big thing. For me it was anyway," he said, and then shocked everyone, no more so than Dee, when he stepped forward, slipped his arms in under hers and pulled her into a hug.

Since Sylvie was 'only' just under six feet tall, his head came to rest much higher up on her chest and he had it turned sideways. Her immediate reaction was a surprised look that she gave to Dee over his head. Dee just shrugged and smiled so the blonde girl brought her arms around his shoulders and rested the side of her face on top of his head. She whispered something to him and then they stepped apart. Next to her had been standing one of the two girls that first found he and Dee together on the couch right after he had gotten the bad news. All she did was smile and hold her hands out in a suggestion. Max smiled a bit and stepped in to be wrapped up in a pair of quite strong arms, apparently stronger than Dee. By the time Max was through he had been hugged more than half a dozen times. He shook hands with a small number of guys, but the last was from the big lineman with the Algebra issues who performed the popular hand shake-chest bump-one armed hug. The much smaller Max was almost completely engulfed.

When all was said and done, he felt much more at ease and sat next to Dee on the couch and engaged in some small talk with the others. He explained he was staying over the break since the University was his home until he graduated. He didn't go into any details about his dad, only to say that he understood things a little better now. At one point Sylvie sat next to Dee and whispered something to her that put a big smile on the taller girl's face. During a subsequent lull in the conversation, Dee leaned down and quietly said to Max,

"Sylvie said she'd leave the room to us until midnight or so. What do you say we go upstairs and you let me practice some of my medicine on you?"

"Okay," he said, looking at her intently, "as long as we don't make it all about me."

She smiled and leaned in to kiss him gently. Then she stood, pulled him up by one hand and said,

"Excuse us."

The rest watched them leave the room and then Sylvie said,

"That's a bit of a turnaround, don't you think."

"Weird as it seems, they do seem to be good for each other," someone suggested.

"He does give good hugs, though," Sylvie offered.

Meanwhile, the pair of lovers were making out as the elevator took them to the fourth floor. Then Max had to practically run to keep up with her as they headed for her room. Once inside, she said,

"Get your clothes off and then sit on the bed."

He happily did as she directed and was quickly naked and seated, his already rigid dick pointing at his chin. She began to do some dancing around the room in a slow, slinky pattern. She began to unbutton her blouse, one at a time, fixing Max with those penetrating eyes. As more cleavage was revealed, he got more and more excited, his cock dripping precum without him doing any touching. Once unbutton she turned and slowly let it slide down her arms and drop to the floor. Next was the button at the waist of her pants. He had never seen someone undo a zipper and take so long doing it. He half wondered if she ever spent any time as a pole dancer but then considered that highly unlikely.

She continued to slink around the floor as her pants made a tortuous transit down those seemingly endless legs. He couldn't help but smile at the leopard print panties that she wore, barely. He wondered if maybe he should get her a gift certificate from one of those online lingerie places for Christmas. He'd look at that after he found out what the bank account looked like. Then she sank to the floor and crawled over to him, and came to kneel between his knees.

"Reach around and undo the clasp, lover."

Max leaned in so that he could reach around her. She interfered by placing a big kiss on his lips but he was able to concentrate enough to undo the catch and release her full, firm tits. He pulled the bra off and tossed it onto the floor and then wrapped his arms around her and began to really grind into the kiss. He loved how her hard nipples felt pressed into his chest. He slid forward a bit and pulled her in tighter so that his hard cock was pressed into her flesh. Then he slid his hands down her back until they rested on the mostly exposed cheeks of her ass. He squeezed and pulled in and she moaned into his mouth. He hooked his thumbs into her panties and began to slide them down.

He let them drop down to her knees and he proceeded to fondle her ass, squeezing and kneading. She broke off the kiss and said,

"Oh, lover, this is so wonderful. God, I love how you feel against me. Don't stop touching me."

Max had begun to kiss down her neck and it was just a moment before he had a hard nipple in his mouth and she was holding onto the back of his head and groaning. Max felt as if his skin was on fire. He squeezed and hugged and sucked and licked. If he could have found a way for them to meld together he would have done it. But he had more in mind so he finally released his hold on her nipple and said,

"Stand up, angel, please."

She let go of his head and did as he asked. With her standing he eased her panties down and off and then gave her legs a push sideways and then leaned in to begin licking he exposed and very wet pussy. Her hands were back on his head and he was licking her clit and swollen lips vigorously. He had his hands back on her ass and was pulling her in tightly. As he attacked her clit, Dee slid her hands up off his head and up her belly to grab her full tits and begin to squeeze and fondle them, pulling at the hard nipples. Her head was lolling from side to side and she groaned in pleasure. The pussy worship went on and on and had her wound up to the stops but it was when he snuck a finger between he tight ass cheeks and began to finger her asshole that she went rigid and then began to convulse in orgasm.

Max held onto her tightly for fear she might fall and when she relaxed from the orgasm she just kept going and wound up on the bed, half atop Max, who was kissing her belly and stroking her thighs. When her eyes finally opened, she smiled and said,

"Oh, my sweet Max, what you do to me. I could make love to you forever."

He slid out from under her and got his head even with hers. His hand was slowly running up and down her side and he said,

"Maybe we'll have to do something about that, but for now we have until midnight, so let's not waste anytime," he suggested as his fingers lightly caressed her stomach and lower chest.

She nodded and then slid down, pushing him onto his back, whereas she proceeded to swallow his cock whole. She was even licking his balls when her lips got all the way down to the root. Now it was Max's turn to groan. One hand went to her head, the other to her shoulder as he held on while she tried to suck his balls out through his cock. It didn't take long for his balls to begin to pull tight and she must have learned his signals because she pulled her mouth back until just the head was between her lips and she stroked the wet shaft until his hips bucked and she felt the first solid shot strike the back of her throat. Then it was all about keeping up with the copious stream of cum and gulping it all down. When his cock stopped spasming she let it drop out of her mouth enough so that she could lick the tip and clean up any residual cum.

When she was done she shimmied up his body and kissed him on the lips, let him taste a bit of what she found so delicious. He didn't think it was so bad, and coming from her lips and tongue, anything would taste great. They snuggled into each other and looked into each other's eyes. She let her long dark fingers caress the side of his face and she saw him smile fleetingly, his eyes lighting up a bit.

"What, sweetheart?"

"Oh, nothing really, I guess. I was just thinking about what a child of ours would look like."

Her eyes went up and said,

"A child? Wow, I hope you didn't have anything immediate in mind."

"No, no, of course not. I guess I am getting ahead of myself but I am a bit of a long term thinker."

"Well, it's a lovely thought. I think we have some things to do first," she said with a soft smile.

"Definitely," he agreed.

"So, what did this future child look like?"

"Well, I guess I assumed neither of us would have dominating genes and he or she would be a mix. Maybe somewhere around six feet tall, maybe a bit less, smooth caramel colored skin, dark hair, hopefully your amazing eyes."

"Hey, your eyes are pretty amazing from where I'm sitting. Or lying."

"Okay, either or. And probably pretty handsome or drop dead gorgeous."

"That's quite a picture. What do you think are the odds, Mr. Math?"

"I don't know. My first thought is to say that it would be more likely that you could do better, but," he hurried on seeing her eyes flare and tighten, "I know how you feel about such ideas. All I will say is that now, with what I know, I can't imagine what it would be like going through life without you, and I hope against hope that I don't have to find out."

"Let's hope neither of us has to find out," she replied, then she pulled him closer, "but of more immediate concern."

The her lips found his and they let all future concerns fade away as they concentrated on make each other as aroused as possible. Lips ground, tongues wrestled and various body parts rubbed together to excite as much as they could. Once more his hands found her amazing ass. It was becoming a toss up to him which he preferred, her ass or her tits. Her face was his overriding favorite but those firm ass cheeks drew him more and more. He squeezed and fondled and tickled the crease with his finger tips. She loved having those delicate, skillful hands anywhere he chose to place them. But when a finger tip would brush over her tight asshole, it sent jolts up her spine.

"Oh, lover," she groaned out the side of her mouth. "Let me be the big cat for you again."

He loved that idea and as they released their hold on each other he rolled toward the foot of the bed while she got onto her hands and knees. When her ass was pushed up high, he grabbed the cheeks in both hands and spread them apart, exposing the base of her pussy and her asshole. He began by tonguing the lips and then pushing in to tongue fuck her pussy. This got her hips wiggling and swaying but he stayed in place and really gave her pussy a tongue lashing, until he felt Dee stiffen and groan out another orgasm. Then he slid his tongue along her ass crease and he began to wage the same assault on her tight ass ring. The response was even more dramatic and she buried her face in her pillow and she grunted and yelped and moaned her pleasure.

When he pushed the tip of his tongue past her tight ring and got a taste of her muskiness it caused his cock to lurch and she 'oohhhed' into the pillow. Then he got a finger wet in her pussy and then applied it to her ass and began to push in. When the second knuckle went past she screamed into the pillow and he paused, taking time to kiss the silky dark skin of her ass and lower back. After a few minutes her face came out of the pillow and she looked back at him.

"Oh, you dirty, wonderful, magnificent boy. That feels sooo good. How about you try it with the real thing? Get on your knees and give me your fat cock."

"You want me to fuck your ass, angel?"

"Yes, now, do it, please," she pleased. "Use this."

She took a small bottle of scented oil from her night stand and handed it back to him. He took the bottle and poured a little on to her winking asshole and rubbed it in, causing her to coo in delight. He used a finger to push it in and get it nice and slick. Then he poured a larger portion onto his cock and stroked it and got it well lubed. The feel was wonderful and the fragrance subtle. She shifted her position and bent more at the knee to get her ass on a level with his cock as he knelt. He took his cock in hand and then rubbed the head around on the tight ring and then began to push in. The ring resisted for a bit but he was familiar with what it would take thanks to his encounters with the neighbor.

He finally got the ring to open, allowing the head to push in. From the vicinity of the bed headboard, he heard,

"OH, FUCK."

When an inch or so of shaft disappeared he let go of his cock and took hold of her slender hips and began to pull her back as he pushed his cock forward. He did a bit of push and pull to slowly open her up. Her hips were swaying and hunching and the stream of low obscenities coming up from the pillows was oddly exciting. After some time, his hips came to rest on her ass and he was fully embedded in her asshole. Then he began the process of fucking that tight, warm, dark hole.

He made sure each down stroke ended with his hips on her ass. Each up stroke ended with just the head in her asshole. He rubbed his slightly oily hands on her ass and lower back and enjoyed the shinny look until it was absorbed into her skin. Then slowly he lowered his chest until it rested on her back and he kissed the dark skin while his hands ran up her sides to cup her full tits from behind. This got her hips really moving and she was fucking his cock with her ass as much as he was doing her ass with his fat dick. He kept going until he felt his balls begin to tighten. He wanted more than anything for her to cum while he was still fucking her so he slid a hand down and let it contact her clit and then he began to rub.

She lasted maybe a minute before her body went taut and she screamed hoarsely into the pillow. It was still kinda loud. He hoped nobody heard. Or maybe he wished they did. The pressure of her spasms sent him over the edge and with a grunt he began to pump his slightly less heavy load of cum up into her ass. She screamed some more from this and Max just hung on and fucked and pumped and groaned. Finally, they returned to earth, her sliding onto the mattress, him staying on top of her, his softening dick still in her ass.

"Oh, my god, baby. That was amazing. It felt so good to have you in me like that. Your cum feels so good in my ass."

"Hmm, I think you should be the next Catwoman. Although it would have to be an x rated version of a Batman movie."

She chuckled and bit and then said,

"Slide off so I can get my mouth on those hot lips of yours."

He did what she asked and soon they were face to face and kissing again. Then they cuddled up and slowly drifted off to sleep. When they woke up they saw it was just after eleven so they figured the had time for a little more fun so the shifted around so that they could keep kissing while they made use of their prodigious masturbatory skills to bring each other to a body wracking orgasm. Then it was back to sleep while wrapped in each others arms. A bit after midnight, Max awoke to the sound of the door opening. He looked up to see Sylvie creep into the room. He said softly,

"Oh, I'm sorry, Sylvie, let me get out of here."

"No, don't worry about it, Max," she said as she bent over the bed. "You two stay there, it's been a tough few days for you both. We can all get some sleep," she finished and then kissed him gently on the lips and did the same for the sleeping Dee.

Max was a little surprised since she was only the second girl he ever kissed, or was kissed by. He had the decency to shift his head so that the girl could get undressed and into bed, although he had a flash of a thought that she might not mind if he had watched. It wasn't long before he was back to sleep, a sleep filled with the dreams of playing with black cats and walking a long beach in the low light of evening, a towering black goddess at his side.

Max was the first to wake up in the morning. It was not an unpleasant experience. He felt the warm comforting weight of Dee along his side, well, on his side in fact. Her head was next to his on the pillow, her hair against his face. One arm was over his chest, her leg over both of his, her body, to include her full tits, was covering half his body. He looked over towards Sylvie and she was on her back, one arm over the side of the bed, her blonde hair covering a good deal of her face. He needed to get out of bed and in a hurry, so he kissed Dee a couple of times on the forehead and then started to give her a gentle push. He added,

"Roll over, Dee, I gotta get up."

He pushed a bit harder and she took the hint and sort of flowed off of him to wind up on her back, up against the wall. He was out of bed quickly and hurrying to pull on his briefs and pants. As he gathered up his shirt he turned and saw one blue eye regarding him from the other bed. He blushed red and said,

"No fair peeking."

To which the girl winked and then rolled over onto her side facing the wall. Max ducked out of the room and down to the men's bathroom. After doing what needed to be done and finishing dressing he came back to their room, which he fortunately remembered to leave unlocked and ducked back in. He knelt down by the bed and said,

"Dee, wake up, angel."

Her eyelids fluttered and she turned her head toward him. She smiled softly and said,

"Good morning, honey. Hey, what are you still doing here?" she said, looking around him to see the other bed occupied.

"I woke up when she came in around midnight. She said to stay put, we could all do with some sleep. So I just got up and had to use the men's room. I'll head back to my dorm, get cleaned up. Do you still want to come to the bank with me this morning?"

"Of course. I'll get up and get showered and meet you at the dining hall for breakfast as soon as we both can, alright?"

"Perfect. It's a half mile to the nearest branch. I looked it up. Do you wanna walk or take a bus or what?"

"Half a mile is a short walk, sweetie. The exercise will do you good," she said with smile, rolling towards him to plant a big kiss on his waiting lips. "Now scoot. See you in a bit."

He smiled, stood up and quietly slid out of the room. She threw the covers off and lay there naked for a moment and then sat up. When she sat up she looked over and saw Sylvie regarding her with raised eyebrows.

"Thanks, Syl, for letting him stay. It was a wonderful night."

"I can imagine, he really is a sweet guy."

Dee just nodded and began to gather her stuff for a shower.

"Well, Mr. Harrington, all the paper work seems to be in order. Death certificate, probate certificate. If you'll just sign here, here, and here, we'll unlock your father's account, make the transfer to your new one, then close his out. I see there are periodic payments to the account, so we will contact the payees to inform them of the change. You might want to check with your late father's lawyer to make sure they made notification of the change of assignee. Now what else can we do for you? Debit card, credit card?"

"Yes on the debit card. I'm not so sure about the credit card. Lots of college kids have gotten into trouble with those."

"Not an unwise thought, but I don't imagine you're in any hurry. Why not see how the debit card works out. Although I must say you seem to be in a better position than most to handle it so if you find it would be useful, you can always apply on line," the account manager stated.

"Sounds like a good idea."

Then the man looked and Dee and said,

"And may I say, Ms. Thompson, that it is a pleasure to meet you. We are looking forward to seeing you on the court sometime soon."

"Thank you, that's so nice. We?"

"The local fan base, Ms. Thompson. A number of us in the bank, around town. We were all pretty happy you decided to come here."

"Do you play? Or did you?"

"In a fashion," he said with an embarrassed smile. "Driveways, parking lots, school intramurals. I'd guess you could say more play, less perform. But always a big fan."

"Well, I hope I don't disappoint," she said with a shy smile.

He smiled back indicating he didn't think that likely. After handshakes, Max gathered up his paper work, stuck the folder in his back pack and they left. He was a little quiet as they made their way back to the university.

"What's the matter baby? The walk getting to you?"

"No, it's fine. I was just thinking of something."

"Me, I hope," she teased.

"Very much so about you. The amount of money in the account and what is coming in each quarter, isn't huge but it's not peanuts either."

"Nope, you're doing alright."

"What would you say about looking for an apartment and living off campus together next year?"

Max got pulled around in a half circle when Dee stopped dead in her tracks with her arm still around his shoulders. He was looking up at her and she was gazing down at him, her eyes blinking rapidly.

"Baby, are you saying you want to live with me?"

"No, what I want is to never spend a moment apart from you, but the best I can come up with at the moment is having us living together in an off campus apartment if we can find anything. What do you think?"

What she thought was to pull him to her in a crushing embrace, his head tucked up against her. When she let him go her eyes were shiny and she said,

"That would be so wonderful. Oh my god. This is amazing."

She started hugging him again and it took him a few minutes to get them moving again so she wouldn't be late for practice. As they walked, they talked.

"Um, I just had a thought. As a scholarship athlete, are you allowed to live off campus? Don't you have that curfew business?"

"Hmm, I'll have to check on that. I haven't really paid attention to what the other girls on the team are doing."

"Well, even if you do, I think I'll still do it and then we can work something out."

They walked along quietly for a few minutes and then Max looked up at Dee and said,

"Since I don't really have any frame of reference here, I'm going to ask you. Does this seem to have happened really fast? I mean, we're what, eighteen, nineteen? And here we are talking about moving in together and I had that idea about what our kids might look like. Are we getting carried away here?"

Dee looked down at the light of her life, seeing the slightly anxious look on his face. The hand that was resting on his shoulder came up to caress his hair fondly.

"To be honest with you, sweetheart, I have no idea. You know that my first relationship didn't go very well, and that's all the personal experience I have to go by. My mom and dad knew each other since they were little kids. They grew up in the same small town, village really. I can only go by how I feel. And right now, I feel that I have to have you with me as much as I possibly can and I can't imagine that ever changing. But don't be concerned about it, hon. We have things to do and time to do them. We'll just do them together."

"Okay, that being said, can I come and watch you practice today?"

"You want to watch that?"

"Not that, you. You've seen me do what I do enough times, I'd like to see you do your thing."

"Sure, that would be wonderful. You already know some of the other girls. I'd like to have my own personal cheering section," she said smiling fondly at him.

So after grabbing lunch and seeing the exodus of most of the student body for the break, Dee walked Max to the athletic center and showed him wear he could sit and watch. She disappeared into the locker room. It took about ten minutes for her and a number of other girls of various sized and colors to emerge onto the floor. She had obviously mentioned his presence because some of the girls looked up and waved to him. He waved back. They began warm ups and then shot the ball around for a bit. To Max it looked terribly unorganized but he assumed it was just a prelude to the actual practice. He knew the general idea was to get the ball through the basket more times than the other team but beyond that he didn't know much.

What he could do was appreciate the athletic grace that Dee was demonstrating. He marveled at how smoothly she moved when she was handling the ball. Something about dribbling he seemed to recall. Or how high she could jump when she jumped up to slam the ball through the hoop. Then an older woman appeared, blew a whistle and things got down to business. The girls ran, both around the court and then up and down the court, sprinting, touching lines and going the other way. Then it was shooting drills, ball handling drills, all manner of drills.

When they began to team up and play little practice games he really took interest in the way patterns formed, dissolved and then formed again. He was fixated on Dee when she was part of the mix, watching how she moved, where she moved and then how she performed while shooting. After a couple of hours, the whistle blew and then and only then did she look up at him and wave him to come down. He slowly picked his down the bleachers until he was standing with Dee and an older woman he correctly assumed was the head coach.

"Coach Philips, this is Max. Max, sweetheart, this is the coach."

"Pleasure to meet you, ma'am."

"The pleasure is mine Max, I understand you've been a big help to some of the girls this semester. I appreciate that a lot."

"I was glad to do it," he said and realized he really meant it.

The coach smiled and then left them to themselves.

"So what did you think, sweetie?"

"Um, I need to know a lot more about it to really understand it, but it was amazing to see you out there. It just amazes me how graceful you how, how smoothly you move. It makes my dreams about you as the big black cat so much more appropriate."

"Oh, baby, how you talk," she said with an embarrassed little laugh. "Stay here and I'll get showered. Then we'll see about an early dinner. Your room free tonight?"

"Yup, the place is almost deserted. I think I may be the only one on the floor."

"Oooo, we can make some noise?" she said with a laugh, before kissing his nose and hurrying to the shower.

He sat on the lower bench of the bleachers and stared at the locker room entrance. He could only imagine what it must look like to see Dee standing wet, naked and tall covered in suds. His pants were getting tighter by the minute. When she appeared he could see her smile from across the court. She hurried over and hugged him tightly and then arms around each other, they left the building. He looked up at her and said,

"Tired?"

"Not too bad, sweetie. The good thing is I'm off until after Christmas day. So it's just you and me for the next three days."

"Wow, that'll be terrific. Although I need some time to myself tomorrow morning. I have some things to do."

She looked down at him and said,

"Oh really, and what might that be?" although she had her suspicions.

"Um, kinda secret, but you'll find out, okay?"

"Alright, sweetie, just as long as it doesn't involve another girl."

He just laughed. They took a slow stroll and headed to the student center to just hang out for a bit and allow Dee to get some rest. They sat on a small couch, talking about small things. He mentioned that he was going to wait until after Christmas to talk to the people who had his dad's account for precious metals. He had no idea if his dad was a coin collector or something like that, but he didn't want it to interfere with the holiday. When it was time for dinner to be served they wandered in and found that the meal selection was reduced in light of the greatly smaller number of student diners. Dee kept Max on the straight and narrow, not wanting to have him lose the progress he had been making to getting to a healthier state.

After a leisurely meal they walked around the campus for a bit, enjoying the crisp cool air and then they went to Max's room. It did indeed appear that most of the building was empty and there wasn't a soul to be seen on the second floor. Once inside the room, the slowly began to undress each other. They had all the time in the world and they intended to enjoy it. When Dee was down to panties and bra, Max stepped up and just began to run his finger tips slowly over various portions of her exposed skin. Occasionally, his lips would lightly press against her, here or there. She simply stood there and let him do as he chose.

At one point he stood behind her, pressing his body against her, his arms wrapped around her waist. He didn't touch a single erogenous zone and yet her body was on fire. She alternated between goose bumps and hot flashes. All because of the depth of feeling and sensuality that this compact bundle of heaven radiated. He felt her begin to tremble and he pulled her a little tighter and she suddenly stiffened and cried out as her body spasmed. When she stopped she sagged and Max had to struggle to get her to the bed.

When she was sitting, she said,

"Help me out of these."

He quickly had her bra off and helped slide her panties of those fabulous legs. They were decidedly damp. The she tugged off his shorts and pulled him down to join her on the bed. They got under the covers and she snuggled up beside him.

"I'm being a little selfish here, but that took a lot out of me. My god, baby, what did you do to me."

"I was just making love to you in a different way," he said, before taking a deep breath and kissing her hair. "Angel, I love everything about you. Your mind, your heart, your soul. But the physical you absolutely astounds me. I can't imagine the mix of genes that managed to produce that part of you. You know, whenever I see you for the first time, like in the morning or after a class or practice, it's like the very first time, and I'm always amazed by it."

"You know, sweetheart, it won't always be that way. As I get older that will change."

"Maybe, maybe not as much as you think. But the rest of you will always be there and that's what really matters. Besides, I know until the day I die, I'll be able to close my eyes and picture you perfectly as you are right now. So I'll never lose that."

In the dim light of the room, he saw that heart stopping face loom up in front of him. Then her mouth was on his and neither of them spoke anything coherent for quite a while. By the time they were done, they were sweaty and cum stained. Then he had an idea. She probably wouldn't go for it, but he had committed himself to embracing the new and the now, so he decided to try it.

"Um, we are a mess. Would you want to try and get down to the showers, you know, together?"

"You want to shower with me?"

"I'd kill to shower with you."

"Why you dirty little boy, I love it. You're pretty sure no one is around?"

"Yeah, I don't think anyone is on this floor but me."

"Okay, let's do it," she said with a broad smile.

He grabbed his shower stuff and two towels from his closet. They opened the door and looked out and then practically ran down the hallway, both completely naked. When they got to the relative safety of the men's shower room, they were both giggling like little kids. Max had purposely lagged behind so that he could watch Dee run naked. It was so distracting he almost ran into the wall to the side of the door in the showers. When they turned on the hot water under a pair of adjacent showerheads Dee turned to Max and said,

"So did you enjoy the show?"

Max didn't see any point in denying it so he just said what he felt.

"I enjoyed it immensely. Watching you do anything is great, watching you do it naked is a gift from the gods."

She smiled broadly and then grabbed him and pulled him under the water. What followed was a half an hour of playful fun that to Max was the answer to any number of prayers he might have said. The dark skin that he loved to look at and touch, looked even more incredible when it was glistening while wet. The added fun of apply body wash and get her full of suds had his cock stiff and drooling even after all the sex they had just recently had. She seemed to delight in taking hands full of soap suds and make shapes on his head or shoulders, put a bit on his nose or ears, as if he was a sculpture to play with. Or they would both get sudsed up and then start sliding around on each other. Finally, they rinsed off and Dee looked at Max and said,

"Baby, just how wild are you feeling right now?"

"Um, what are you suggesting? I don't think I want to run naked across campus."

"Nope, much closer to home and a lot more fun than running," she said, he eyes getting that smoky look.

"Sure," he replied, getting a tingle of anticipation down his spine.

"Dig into that bag there and find something to slick up that gorgeous cock of yours," she said, as she turned to assume the frisking position, her ass shoved back in invitation.

Max blinked and swallowed hard before looking through his shower bag. At the bottom of the bag he found a tiny tube of gel that he had used a few times to enhance his solo stroke sessions. Since she specified the lube he was pretty sure he knew what she was after. He squeezed some onto his rigid dick and smeared it all over. Then he stepped up and added a drop to her asshole and rubbed it in. She wiggled her ass and cooed as his finger slipped past the tight ring.

He tossed the tube onto the counter and took hold of Dee's hips.

"Um, angel? Could you bring your gorgeous ass down a bit, actually more than a bit?"

Dee couldn't help but laugh as she bent her legs so that her ass was lined up with his swollen cock. He rubbed the head around the hole and then began to press in. As the head began to spread the tight ring Dee hung her head between her outstretched arms and let out with a moan. Max took hold of her hips and pulled her back as he pushed forward. As the thick shaft of his cock followed the head past the tight ring of muscle the both of them let out gasps of pleasure. Once he was all the way in and he was able to let his hips take over he began to run his hands over the damp skin of her back, loving the look and feel.

As Max pumped his cock in and out of her ass, Dee used her flexed legs to move her ass back and forth, increasing the tempo and Max was starting to feel that tingle in his balls that told him it wouldn't be long before he started shooting cum, even if it was a reduced load. He was a bit worried that maybe he was going to cum before she did. The fact that he had already given her half a dozen orgasms in the last couple of hours wasn't important at the moment, so he sunk his cock in deep, leaned over her back and reached around to play with her clit. Dee groaned and pushed her ass back against him. He ground his hips to move his cock deep inside her as he played with her clit.

She must have been more turned on then he had first thought because in less than five minutes, she was jerking and bucking against his hips as she came hard. In response, he started to shoot what cum he had left into her ass. When they came down to earth, she stood up straight, causing his cock to slide out of her ass. She turned around and smiled at him. Without a word she turned the water back on and they rinsed off a final time. They extended the fun by drying each other off. Then Dee taxed her towel's capacity by using it as a body wrap. It just managed to cover her nipples down to about an inch below her pussy. Max wrapped his around his waist and gathered up the shower bag and they left the shower room.

"Sorry, sweetie, I don't care who shows up but I'm not running down any halls after all that. You and I are due a good night's sleep. Should make for some stunning dreams."

"You're the only stunning dream I need," Max said almost absently.

Dee slowed their walk as she looked down at him and said,

"How do you do that? How do you continually make me feel like I'm the queen of the world?"

He looked up at the face of a black goddess and said,

"Let's get into my room. I'll try to explain it to you."

They went into Max's room and he locked the door behind them. The bed was in a pretty disheveled state so they took a moment to straighten it out, then they dropped their towels. Dee's hair was still pretty damp so she folded the towel and put it on her pillow. Dee lay back and took Max into her arms so that he was leaning back against her chest with his head on her shoulder.

"Okay, my love, tell me what's on your mind."

"Dee, I know that I have a tendency to say things to you that must seem like I'm bullshitting. But that's not at all the case. Firstly, I know I don't have to say stuff to try and get you in bed, because you willingly give yourself to me as I do to you. Secondly, I doubt any slick line I could possibly come up with would have that effect on you."

"Don't kid yourself, sweetie. You're quiet the smooth talker," Dee said, giving him a squeeze and kissing his slightly damp hair.

He chuckled a bit and then said,

"The fact is that I'm not completely clueless when it comes to girls. I had the same interest in girls that any other guy did, they just weren't interested in me. I guess my scientific instincts came to the surface and I did a lot of observing. Do you know what I saw?"

"A lot of horny guys chasing a lot of snooty girls?"

Max looked up at Dee and said,

"Did we go to the same high school?"

Dee just laughed.

"Anyway, what I saw was a lot of dishonesty. Guys bullshitting girls to try and get in their pants, girls leading guys around by the nose with false promises of dropping their pants. It was amazing, the amount of pain people caused each other. So I made myself a promise that if somewhere, somehow I ever got into a relationship I wouldn't do that. That I'd be as honest as I could be. And then you came along. Not only can I not lie to you, but I can't help but tell you what I'm thinking about you, what's in my heart. I know sometimes it might sound a little over the top, but that's how you make me feel."

Dee couldn't help tease him a bit so she said,

"You sure it's not just the great sex?"

Max sat up so abruptly it took Dee by surprise and he turned around to face her, his face set in that serious expression she remembered so well from their earliest days as friends.

"I know you're only teasing, Dee, but believe me, if you were to swear off sex right here and now, it would change nothing. Well, I'd probably have to spend more time in the bathroom, but nothing else would change."

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart, I should never have said that," she apologized as she held her arms out to him.

He settled back down and he finished by saying,

"The reason you feel like the queen of the world because of what I say, is because you are the queen of the world, my world. Whether that makes me the king, the court magician or just a jester it doesn't matter. You'll always be on that throne."

Her embrace got quite a bit tighter but he didn't mind. It did lessen after a bit and it allowed them both to be able to relax and fall asleep. When they woke up, Dee was feeling a bit cramped. Max's bed didn't have the extra room hers did. She resolved there and then that with Sylvie gone for the tournament, they would be staying in her room until the blonde girl got back. She looked at the clock and said,

"Max, sweetheart, didn't you want to be up early?"

"Hmm, oh, yeah I did, thanks, angel. Were you getting up or did you want to sleep some more?"

"I'll get up and go back to my room. No offense, but your accommodations are a little cramped."

"Sorry, I didn't think to order the extra long bed when I enrolled."

She smiled at him and then her face went serious.

"Max, honey, I'm sorry about what I said last night. I was being a smart ass. I guess I need to get used to how intense our feelings are for each other, too."

"That's, okay, angel. I need to lighten up a little, I think. Not in how I feel about you but how I deal with it."

They shared a kiss, their naked bodies pressed against each other and then they rolled out of bed and began to pull their clothes on. As they walked out of the nearly deserted dorm, Dee said,

"Still not going to tell me what you're up to this morning?"

"Nope, it'll be a surprise."

"Oh goodie, I love surprises," she said with a touch of girlish glee. "Will you be back in time for lunch?"

"I hope to, but not sure yet. I'll come find you, but at the very least I'll see you for dinner at the dining hall, okay?"

"Okay, sweetheart," she said and with a parting kiss they went their separate ways.

In fact, it took until mid afternoon for him to complete his errands and get back to campus. He found her in the common room of the dorm, stretched out on a couch. He stood and looked at her for a few minutes. He didn't usually get to see her like this, since most of the time he'd be right there on the couch or bed with her. She was every bit as stunning as he had ever seen her and he slowly walked up to the side of the couch and knelt down and even with an onlooker or two, he leaned in and brushed his lips along her cheek, and then her lips. She woke with a bit of a start but when she saw who it was she smiled broadly and wrapped her long arms around him and pulled him in for much longer, much deeper kiss. Had they not been in public he would have climbed right on top and not gotten up for many long minutes.

"Hello, lover," she said, as she eased her grip. "Successful day?"

"Yup, but you'll have to wait until Christmas day to find out about most of it."

"Most of it?"

"Yeah, I can show you this."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a new smart phone. It wasn't the top of the line but it was leaps and bounds ahead of what he had, which was nothing. He had come to school with a barely adequate laptop but there was no room in the budget for a phone, even one made from a tin can and string.

"Oh, very nice. Better let me be the first contact you put in there."

"First, and likely only, I'd bet."

"I doubt it but I'm not going to argue the matter with you. I will tell you this, love of my life, you can expect to get a fair number of text messages from me, and I'll expect answers," Dee said, arching her eyebrows.

"Well, that's basically the reason why I bought the phone. It's not like I'm going to be getting any phone calls. I just wanted to be able to stay in touch with you," he said.

She put her hand along his face and said,

"Not a jester, never a jester."

"So, my dear warrior goddess, can I persuade you to move your lovely ass off the couch and get ready to join me for dinner?" Max asked with a slight smile.

"You can persuade me to do just about anything with my lovely ass, sweetheart. How about you wait here and I'll go up and get myself pulled together. If I get you alone in my room, I don't think we'd come out in time for breakfast tomorrow, let alone dinner tonight."

Max just nodded as he held out his hand, not that he thought he'd be able to budge her if she didn't want to move. Not so much that she was that heavy, but that he wasn't that strong. He watched as she walked from the common room, her taut ass muscles twitching back and forth. He sat down on the couch and looked around and saw that only a few people were there and no one seemed interested in talking to him, so he was surprised when someone plopped down next to him.

"Hey, dude. So you're like some chemistry wiz, right?" the older, and much larger, guy said.

"Um, I don't know about wiz, but I know it."

"Cool, so, like you could be like that guy on Breaking Bad. Setting up your own meth lab, making mega bucks, right?"

"I suppose that's true, if I was a total nutcase. For one thing, meth labs tend to blow up on a pretty regular basis, not to mention that the guys who already have labs don't like competition and they make the point with automatic weapons. I was thinking of something a little more socially acceptable, like explosives. You know, mining, quarries, the military."

"No shit, dude, really?"

"It's possible. People always seem to need to blow something up," Max replied with a perfectly straight face.

He thought he heard someone from the side snickering. Before he could get any further yanking the guy's chain, Dee swept into the room.

"Okay, baby, I'm all ready for you."

Max gave a nod and little smile to his couch mate and then stood up and joined Dee as they left the common room. He heard Dee chuckling as they made for the door. Max looked up at her she said,

"I can only imagine what that conversation must have been like."

"Hey, dude," Max began in a poor imitation of the guy, "are you gonna do a meth lab like Breaking Bad, dude?"

"Oh, dear," she said. "Not the brightest bulb in the box."

They walked across campus to the dining hall with an arm around each other. They ate a leisurely meal and chatted about this and that until Dee brought up the subject of Christmas.

"Believe it or not I'm looking forward to spending Christmas here with you," she said.

"Yeah, me too. It'll be cool to finally see what it's really like."

Dee blinked a couple of times and then said,

"You've never had a Christmas?"

"Nope. Dad pretty much ignored anything like that. I didn't have my first birthday party until I was fourteen with my great Aunt Jeannie."

"Omigod, but didn't you have Christmas with her?" Dee asked.

"No, birthdays were okay because you actually did get born. Any other holiday, she said, was just a lot of myth and twaddle, and she'd have nothing to do with it."

"Twaddle?"

"Her word, not mine."

"Jesus, Max, honey, you've had your entire childhood stolen from you," Dee said, her face twisted in chagrin.

"I dunno, Dee, how do you steal something from someone that they didn't have in the first place?"

And that was that. The tears began to flow but unlike the last time they were accompanied by sobs as she buried her face in her hands. Max was horrified at what was happening but he was a little better equipped to handle it than he would have been back in September when they first met. He slid his chair close and he put his arms around her shoulders as best he could. While it was still a bit of a reach, thankfully a good bit of the height differential was in her legs.

"Angel, what's the matter? Why are you crying like this?"

He didn't get an immediate spoken response, but she shifted in her chair so that she could put her arms around him and bury her face in his shoulder. This wasn't what he was hoping for so he just put his arms around her and held on, rubbing her back with a hand and pressing the side of his face against her hair. When it felt like she was calming down, he brought his mouth to her ear and said,

"Are we done eating?" he asked.

He felt her head nod in the affirmative.

"Okay, if you can let go of me for a few minutes I'll clear this stuff away and then we can go somewhere quiet for a little while."

Her gripped tighten for a moment and then her arms slid off his shoulders, but she still didn't look up. He gathered up their trays and garbage and got rid of them. The he came back, took her hands and led her out of the dining hall and into the nearly deserted lounge. He found the piece of furniture he was looking for, a comfortable looking chair with heavily padded arms. He got her seated and then he sat himself on one of the arms. This gave him a few inches height advantage and he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her head to rest on his shoulder.

"Okay, now, what's all this about?"

After a few snuffles and some nose blowing, she replied,

"It's just that it's all so unfair, sweetheart. And I'm not sure which is worse. That all that happened to you or how you just seem to accept it. No anger, nothing."

He felt her push up tighter against him. Then he used his finger tips under her chin to tilt her head up and saw the red, watery eyes and the tear stains on her cheeks. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief. This time he used it to do the blotting and clean up.

"What good would it do to be angry? Would I have liked it to be different? Of course, but it wasn't and I can't change that. Plus I have too much to do to waste energy on regret. And so do you. You know, angel, you have such a big heart, so much capacity for caring, maybe too much for hanging around someone like me. I've got an awful lot of baggage and if you're going to react to it this way, you're going to have to invest in some heavy duty water proof make up."

She couldn't help but respond with a coughing laugh. He bent down and gave her a brief kiss on the lips.

"You know, I don't know a whole lot about this kind of thing. I think you have a lot more experience dealing with people, but can I make a recommendation?"

"Of course, sweetheart."

"When you look at me don't see the kid with the heartbreaking past. See the guy with a very promising future, has a girl he loves to distraction and who, apparently is rather fond of him, who has a little money in the bank and a somewhat better understanding of his dad. If you have to cry do it because you're happy for me, not sad."

She gave a loud sniff and then looked at him. The she smiled and said,

"This makes it even more unfair. I'm the one who's supposed to be comforting you and here you are doing it for me."

"Well, I guess that's your fault. You taught me how to do that. But I tell you what, how about this to make you feel better."

"What's that, sweetheart?"

"When we go back to your room tonight, you can do anything you want to me, and I'll do anything you want to you. We'll start Christmas early and that will be my present to you," he said, his expression one of innocence and concern.

Dee couldn't help but laugh and then she pulled him towards her so that he ended up on his back across her lap, her arms around his back and her mouth covering his in a deep grinding tongue kiss. When Dee lifted her head she looked down at him with those big dark smoldering eyes and said,

"That sounds like the best Christmas present ever, baby. What do you say we head there right now?"

"It's still a little early isn't it?" he asked.

"Maybe," she replied, her smile turning sly, "but think of all the fun we can have with all that time."

"That's true. We can see if all that attention you've been paying to my diet has paid off. And, in the morning, when you've dragged my depleted husk of a body out of bed, we'll go to that diner near the bank and have a nice big breakfast."

"Oh, that sounds like fun. Then we can walk around a bit and see what kind of decorations are around town."

"It's a date."

He managed to roll off of her lap without looking too silly and then 'helped' her out of the chair. He was wrapped in a tight hug and then they left the building, arms around each other, holding on tightly. Walking was slow but happy. In didn't take long but they finally got to Dee's room and when they walked in, Max's was a little surprised to see all the decorations. When he looked up and Dee she smiled down and said,

"Sylvie is something of a fanatic where Christmas is concerned. I think she did this for me, knowing I was going to be here over the holiday."

Dee took a seat on the edge of her bed and patted her lap. Max looked at her and said,

"Really? You're kidding right?"

"Nope, and what happened to I could do anything to you I wanted?"

Max shook his head and then did as she asked and sat on her lap. She wrapped her arms around him and began to kiss his forehead and then to the top of his head. Max decided this wasn't really all that bad, but he had to wonder what the psychology of that thought might be. Those thoughts disappeared when she tipped his head back and began to kiss him passionately, her warm dark lips covering his, her tongue probing deeply into his mouth. He brought one arm around her back and used his free hand to cup her head.

It didn't take long before hands began to roam over backs, arms, legs and in Max's case cupping and squeezing one of her full tits, while her hand began to rub the front of his pants. At some point, Dee decided she wanted to be more comfortable so she slowly settled backwards and to her side so that she and Max were stretched out on her bed, wrapped in each other's arms and legs, kissing and grinding against each other. Max thought that Dee was being especially intense tonight, but maybe that was just his imagination. By the time he slipped off into sleep much later that night he would change his mind.

These thoughts didn't last long because Dee had rolled him over onto his back and she was covering his body with hers and she was dry humping him furiously. He took hold of that amazing ass and pulled hard, pressing her hips hard to his thighs. She started to vigorously apply her lips to his neck and throat and her hands went to work on his shirt buttons. He began to pull her blouse out of her tight pants, then slipping his hand up her back, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her skin. Impatient with her progress she pushed herself up onto her knees, straddling his legs and tugged on his shirt until she had it off along with his tee shirt. She had the fleeting thought that as part of their Christmas holiday time together, she needed to get him to a store for some new clothes.

The she went to work on his belt but they were in each others way as he tried to undo hers. Finally, she stopped them and said,

"Let's try something else, stand up, sweetheart."

Max did as directed and he stood up, standing at the side of the bed. Dee pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Then she finished the job of unbutton her pants, shimmied them down over her hips and then raised her feet in invitation. He flipped of her running shoes, socks and then took hold of the legs of her pants and pulled, and pulled and then pulled some more. He marveled at how long those legs were but he enjoyed watching every inch come into view. She was wearing the red satin panties and bra. They seemed to fit in with the red and green of the decorations in the room.

She sat up and held her hands out and drew Max closer. She finished the job of undoing his pants and tugged them down. She had to reach down to help him off with his shoes and socks with the pants to follow. She smiled as she saw the bulge in his briefs until her lips parted with a sigh as she rubbed her cheek on the hard package. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the waistband and pulled them down in a smooth motion until they were at his ankles where he kicked them off.

She brought her attention back to the thick rigid cock that was pointing to the ceiling and she applied her tongue to the underside of the shaft as her long slender fingers cupped and fondled his heavy balls. He brought one hand to rest along the side of her head, gently fondling her thick hair. His eyes closed and his head tilted back when her warm lips slid over the tip of his cock and pushed down the shaft. The index finger and thumb of the hand fondling his balls encircled the base of his cock as her lips slowly made their way down until her nose was touching his lower belly.

"Oh, god, angel, that feels so good."

She must have thought so too because she continued to work his cock with her mouth and hands. She even let one finger slip past his balls to tickle his asshole. He had no idea how long it lasted but eventually the constant stimulation proved too much and with a strangled grunt he took hold of her head and began to pump his load of cum into her mouth. Her response was to clamp her lips on the shaft and begin to swallow quickly. The sensation was so intense Max tightened his grip on her head and began to rise up on his toes. Dee took hold of his hips to hold him in place as she gulped down his load. When he finally settled back on his heels, his legs felt weak and he slowly settled down to the floor. He looked up at Dee and saw her licking her lips and smiling.

"Oh, babe, that was amazing," he said.

"Thank you, sweetheart, I'm glad you enjoyed it. That was a very tasty desert you gave me. Now, it's my turn," she replied as she reached behind and unclipped her bra, removing it and letting it follow her blouse. She took a moment to fondle her tits and then she took hold of her panties and started pushing them down. Max moved up and helped he slide them off. She smiled again then took the pillows from her bed and pushed them against the wall behind her. She leaned back and then raised her feet up to rest on the edge of the mattress, fully exposing her shaved pussy.

"Come on, baby, now it's my turn."

Max darted across to Sylvie's bed, grabbed one of the pillows and put it on the floor in front of Dee and knelt down. He slid his arms under her thighs and brought his mouth to her pussy and began to lick and suck on the lips and clit. It didn't take long before her ass started to grind into the mattress and one hand grabbed the back of his head while the other squeezed and played with her tits and nipples.

"Oh, baby, omigod omigod, please don't ever stop, dammmmmnnnnn," she groaned as he feverishly worked her pussy from clit to the hole and then beyond to her tight asshole.

Her first orgasm struck as he began to push his tongue past the tight ring. The second and bigger one hit when he was sucking on her clit while probing her pussy with his finger. She had to grab hold of the sheets with both hands as she bucked and spasmed. It what might have seemed to have been an act of cruelty, Max refused to let up and he continued his assault on Dee's sexual core. He used his lips and tongue on her clit, his thumb in her pussy and his middle finger pushed into her asshole. When her third orgasm hit, she grabbed hold of his head, her fingers entangled in his hair and she rode his mouth like a bronco. Her vocal embellishments ranged from strangled cries to brief screams to moans and groans.

Max wasn't being cruel. He was a very quick study and was good at recognizing patterns in data, and what he had recognized was that Dee's state of physical fitness far surpassed his and if he didn't take the time to seriously deplete her sexual energy, when the time came for the actual fucking, he felt he somehow was leaving her shortchanged. He would never say that but that's how it appeared. As he sat back on his heals, his lower face coated with her juices, he watched as she sagged slowly onto her side, her breathing shallow and rapid. He reached out to slowly stroke her legs and waited until her eyelids fluttered open. When they did she smiled softly and she held a hand out to him. She pulled him up onto the bed and wrapped him up in her arms and legs. As they lay there cuddled up she kissed his hair.

"Oh, god, baby, that was just incredible. I'd love to hunt down all those stupid stupid girls in your high school and tell them what they passed up. Hmmmm."

"Water under the bridge, babe," he replied from the vicinity of her throat. "You know it's funny. All of the dreaming I ever did about having sex it was always about having one or more women doing all sorts of things to me. I never thought that so much of the satisfaction would come from making someone else feel so good."

"I know what you mean, but to be honest, I think that has a lot to do with being in love," she replied.

"That does make sense. You know that I've had sex with another guy. Have you ever had sex with another girl?"

"Um, well, as a matter of fact, yes. I guess I was a little nervous about telling you."

"Did you think I would think poorly of you, even after what I told you? Or did you think it needed to be a secret?"

"I'd trust you with any secret, sweetheart. And, yes, I thought you might not think well of me."

"Okay, well, you don't have to tell me details if you'd rather not. But I did have a reason for asking," he said.

"Alright, you tell me the reason you asked, and I'll tell you the details. I don't ever want to hold back from you."

"Okay, it's just that I'm pretty sure that Sylvie has a bit of a crush on you," he offered.

"On the both of us, actually."

"What?" Max said, pulling back slightly so he could look at her face.

"Yup. Remember the first time you spent the night and we played with each other in the morning before you left?"

"Sure."

"She was awake the whole time. After you left she told me she was put out because we didn't invite her to join in."

"Holy shit," Max said.

"She's had a hard time finding a guy and I guess with my talking you up?" she finished.

"Oh, wow, I feel bad now, the times she given up the room to us, knowing what's been going on. I feel like we've been flaunting our happiness in front of her."

Dee leaned in and began to kiss his face. Then she leaned back and said,

"There you go, worrying about someone else. So, what, you think I should have had her join us that first time?"

"Um, no, I don't think that would have been good. I don't think I'd have handled something like that very well. Besides, I think I would have gotten lost in the scrum."

Dee laughed and then went on,

"Okay, so, details. Yes, I've had sex with another girl. The issue I had with telling was the fact it was with someone from my family, a cousin."

"Really?"

"Yup. Remember what I said about me starting to masturbate when I was thirteen? Well, when I was fourteen, my parents had to make an emergency trip back to Jamaica. I had to spend the week with my cousin and her family. I tried to behave myself but on the third night I couldn't take it anymore and I tried to sneek in a little play time and my cousin caught me. It was at night and I was in the room next to hers. Any way, she wound up dropping her sleep pants and joining me. I sat at one end of the bed and her on the other and we watched each other. When we were done, she kissed my quickly and left the room."

"How old was she then?"

"Sixteen. Anyway, the next night she came in right after everyone went to bed and we did it again. About half way through she asked me if I ever thought of, you know, doing it with another girl, hands on kind of thing and two seconds after I said the thought had occurred to me, she had her hand on my pussy and was holding mine against hers. It felt really nice but nothing like when she slid down between my legs and started licking my pussy. By the time the night was over, we had both licked the other and wound up sleeping together. She snuck out of the room just before her parents woke up. The rest of the week was really nice. We did a lot more visiting with each other after that."

"Wow. I guess that made what was going on with your boyfriend from high school that much worse. You knew how it could feel and he just didn't make it happen for you."

"There was that, for sure. Of course, if he had at least tried, it would have been different but he didn't even make the effort," she replied, her tone heavy with scorn.

The room was silent for a few minutes and then she heard Max say in a subdued voice.

"Um, do I compare okay with your cousin?"

Dee was shocked at the idea of him having to ask, but she couldn't help making the reply,

"There is no comparison, sweetie."

"Oh," he said, his voice even smaller.

"Danielle could learn a whole lot from you."

She couldn't help smile when she felt him press tightly against her.

"So, sweetheart, what do you think we should do about Sylvie?"

"I don't know. I mean guys dream about having more than one girl, but I don't know how I'd survive something like that," he said only half in jest. "I mean if you two did stuff I'd be alright with it."

"Really? That's awfully understanding of you."

"If it's something you're really enjoyed, you shouldn't have to stop just because of me."

Dee really did think it was very understanding of him, but she also got the impression that he really liked the idea of her with another girl based on how hard his cock was as it pressed against her or the way his hand was slowly running up and down her thigh and hip. She also thought it was time they stopped talking for a while so she brought her lips to his and began to tongue kiss him. His response was immediate and urgent. He started to push against her and she allowed him to roll her over onto her back so that he could climb atop her, his chest pressing down on her full tits, his hard dick rubbing against her abdomen. She took hold of his head and pushed his mouth off of hers so she could look into his eyes as she said,

"I want you to fuck me anyway you want, just stay on top of me like this so I can see your face. I want to see those beautiful brown eyes while you make love to me, Max, sweetheart."

He responded with a nod and another kiss before moving down so that his cock rubbed along her wet, swollen pussy lips. He began hunching his hips to allow the long thick shaft to massage her pussy, getting her more and more wet. When the head, now precumming heavily, rubbed over her clit her hips would twitch. After what to her seemed an eternity, he brought the head to her lower lips and began to push in.

"Oh, fuck, Max, yes, your cock feels so good going in. Hmmm, so thick and hard. Oh damn."

Nothing sounded better to Max then the sound of Dee's light island accent wrapped around words like 'fuck' and 'cock'. Once he had his dick all the way inside her he began a slow, deep rhythm with the now habitual grinding against her clit every few strokes. Dee brought her legs up and back, letting Max hook his arms under them so that her pussy was fully exposed. She held on to his arms with those long fingered hands and just let him take her wherever he would. All the time they maintained eye contact, his with an intensity of effort, hers half lidded with ecstasy.

Despite having cum three times thanks to Max's oral efforts, she had started to feel the tingle of build up almost from the start. Apparently the conversation about her roommates possible desires had had some effect on Dee as well. Therefore, it didn't take all that long before Max's cock and how he used it had Dee quivering and shuddering through a smaller yet satisfying orgasm. Her pussy was leaking seriously and it was running down onto her asshole. Max decided to shift his focus of attention and slid his cock out and let the head move down to her asshole, where he began to push again.

"OHHHH, fuck, yes, baby, yes. Take my ass, make it yours," she said with accompanying groans.

Max kept pushing and the tight ring of muscle slowly made way, eased by the natural lube that coated both her asshole and his cock. Max was loving it as much as Dee was, he was just, as always, less verbal. He leaned into her legs, feeling their firm muscles holding him up. He pumped his hips and let them smack against the back of her thighs.

Dee had one hand fondling her tits while the other applied a finger tip to her clit and was rubbing it briskly. Max loved to see her do this. He didn't think of it as a comment on his lack of ability. He knew how much she loved to play with herself and this was her way of joining him in bringing her the maximum pleasure possible. It didn't take long for the big gut wrenching climax that he was hoping to give her hit. Her whole body went rigid, her back arching, pushing against him and the mattress like a wrestler trying to keep from getting pinned. Her ass muscles clamped down and the added pressure pushed him over the edge and he began to pump his second load of the evening deep into her hot tight ass.

"OHHHH FUCKKKKK," she screamed and then as quickly as it hit, she collapsed back onto the bed.

The last drops of cum dribbled into her ass as she lay there limp, her chest heaving. When he let go of her legs, they slid to the side, and without opening her eyes, her arms snaked up his until they were around his shoulders and she pulled him down to lay on top of her, his head resting on her chest. She began to fondle his hair as her breathing evened out and finally she said in a low soft voice,

"Max, my darling Max, promise me that no matter what happens you'll never leave me. I know we have a lot to do, each of us, and years to go, but please, please, lets always be together."

From his place above her, he murmured back,

"You know what you're asking don't you? You're likely to go very far, see amazing things, meet so many people. Are you sure about this?"

Her arms tightened on him and her hand in his hair seemed to grow a bit firmer in how she held his head.

"We are going to go far and see amazing things and meet so many people, together. I can't bear the thought of you not being a part of that Max. Sometimes I think I'd give it all up, the sports and all, just to make sure we'd be together."

Max brought his head up and looked directly at her.

"Don't ever think something like that again. You have no idea where your abilities will take you. It's one thing if you try and don't make it, but don't ever think of just giving it up, especially just for me. I couldn't live with that. Don't worry, even if we are miles apart, we'll always be together. Alright? That I'll promise you."

"Okay, Max, sweetheart, I believe you," she said.

He settled his head back down and they cuddled each other while they drifted off to sleep. The first time he woke up it was from a dream that had him and Dee living a primitive but happy life on the edge of the beach, a small hut built of bamboo and palm fronds at the edge of the jungle trees, living on the fruit they gathered and the fish they caught. The black skinned warrior goddess lavished him with attention asking only nights of passion and days filled with gentle caresses and kisses. When he woke up he felt warm wet lips on his cock and he could see by the dim winter moonlight a head of dark hair rising and falling. He caressed her back and said,

"Angel, get on top of me, let me lick your pussy."

Without letting his cock leave her mouth, she shifted around, straddled his head and let her pussy drift down to meet his lips and tongue. They lavished attention on each other for nearly half an hour when Max's hips forced themselves up off the mattress and began shooting a smaller load of cum, one she easily and happily captured. She in turn added more pussy juice to that which already had coated the lower half of his face. Once they had settled back down, she turned and slinked along his side until she settled with half his body covered by hers.

With her head cradled on his shoulder she said,

"Sweetheart, did I scare you with what I said before?"

"No, not scared. I guess I'm still coming to terms with the idea that I could inspire such strong feelings in somebody. If it makes you feel any better, the dream I had before waking up to your amazing blow job was of us living together on that secluded beach, just the two of us in a little palm frond hut, living off of what we gathered or caught in the sea. And it seemed like you were doing everything you could to take care of me and all you wanted in return was my love and attention, which I wouldn't be able to not give you, so it was all very happy. So I'm pretty sure the idea of us together doesn't scare me. The idea of you giving everything up to do it does though."

"I know, it was kind of stupid, but sometimes it does seem to be more than I want to deal with. But then I think about all the kids who have to work to afford school or they take out loans and wind up in so much debt. So, I have to think of it as paying my dues to get my degree so I can do what I want to do. Would it upset you if I didn't become a rich and famous pro?"

"Nope, I would be very happy living my life with the world's most amazing nurse."

"I love you, sweetheart, more than I could imagine."

"I love you, too, angel, more than I ever thought was possible."

And with those words they fell back to sleep. By the time they got up the following morning, breakfast at the diner was looking more like brunch, but they rolled out of bed, eager to start their first Christmas Eve together. She headed for the showers while he went back to his room to get cleaned up and ready. They met by the student center and then holding hands, made their way to the diner. The fact that they weren't taking the usual arm in arm leisurely stroll was a testament to how hungry they were after such an active night. Seated at a booth, Max couldn't help notice the looks they were getting. He looked at Dee and said,

"Seems like a lot of people are eyeballing us."

"We do make a striking couple, don't you think?"

"Well, half of us does," he replied with a smirk.

She gave his arm a slap and then stroked his hand to take the sting out of it. They were nearly done with a substantial breakfast when a young girl, who looked to be in early high school, maybe even middle school approached the booth. As young as her face was she was a tall girl. When she saw Max notice her she stopped, looking from him to Dee and back. He thought he knew what was coming, so he nodded a bit and smiled. She took the last few steps and when Dee looked at her she said,

"You're Dineesha Thompson, right?"

"Yes, I am."

"My name is Gail Anderson. I just wanted to say how cool it is that you came to town. I'm really looking forward to seeing you play."

"Do you get to the games or just on TV?"

"No, my dad has season tickets, he's a huge fan."

"Do you play, dear?"

"Yes, on our middle school team, and some rec league. I'm in ninth grade."

Max nodded to himself, real tall.

"Um, I know this may seem really pushy, but could I ask you a question?"

"Of course, sweetie. Would you like to sit down?"

"Oh, I wouldn't want to impose."

Max just slide sideways and said,

"Have a seat."

The girl dropped down and looked at Max, who was still several inches shorter than she was, even seated. Then she looked at Dee and asked,

"Did your being taller than everyone else cause problems for you?"

"It sure did. I was always the tallest, until I got here. Our starting center has me by an inch, but yes, it did and I'm guessing it does for you too," Dee said.

"It's so hard, you know. They treat you like a freak, say mean things. It might not be so bad if it was just the height, I mean all those fashion models are tall, but I can out play any of the boys on the court and that pisses them off and the girls get all catty."

Dee reached across to take her hand and said,

"I know, sweetie, people can be cruel. And it happens to lots of people who don't seem to fit in. Look at my Max here. He had similar problems but coming from the other direction. To make matters worse he was so smart that he was practically forced to help out the jocks to keep up their grades. But we wound up here at the same school and I was so desperate for help with my chemistry and he was nice enough to take time away from his own work to help me. And things sort of took off from there. I know you're a little young to be dealing with relationships, but the same is true of friends. If you can find one really good friend who's willing to see who you are, what's inside, instead of being caught up with what you are, the outside, that can make all the difference."

"I guess so, but it's been so hard, especially when I moved up to middle school. Attitudes really seemed to change."

"If I might make an observation," Max said, slipping into scientist mode. "I think you may have already gotten a start on that."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked and Dee regarded him with raised eyebrows.

"I happen to know that the gorgeous young woman seated across from you is most likely the best friend anyone could ever hope for. I know she's mine. And because you share such a common situation, I'd think that before you leave the table she will have asked you for your cell phone number. You have a cell phone, yes? I thought so. And she'll offer to exchange messages and be someone you could contact when you needed someone to talk to."

The girl looked at Dee wide eyed and said,

"Really?"

"I was sort of what I had in mind."

And just as Max had suggested, before the girl left the table to go back to her family, she had indeed exchanged numbers and Dee promised to look for her when she suited up next time. When they were alone again, Dee took his hand in hers and said,

"How did you know that, sweetheart?"

"Easy, I could see it in your eyes. It was like you were looking at the younger you and reliving those days all over again. You couldn't be you and not want to help."

She lifted his hand and kissed it and then said,

"I'm surprised you didn't offer the same thing."

Max shook his head,

"Your situations are much too close, besides, a legal aged male shouldn't really have a fourteen year old girl's private number in his possession."

Dee's eyes went wide and then she giggled as he smiled a bit, until he reached into his pocket with his free hand and pulled out a small gift wrapped box.

"I was going to wait until later to give you this. It's a little something to start off the holiday and after what just happened it seems appropriate to give it to you now."

"Oh, Max. I won't say you shouldn't have, but this is so sweet."

She took the box and undid the little bow and carefully unwrapped the paper. She removed the lid and she gasped, her eyes going wide and getting a little wet.

"Oh, Max, it's beautiful. Where ever did you find it?"

The 'it' to which she referred was a finely wrote silver chain with had attached to it a pendant in the shape of a winged angel, complete with halo. What was so dramatic was that the body of the angel, which appeared to be without a robe, was enameled in black. As she looked at Max, her eyes blinking back the tears her expression was questioning.

"You are my guardian angel. You have been since the very beginning. I think my dreams confirm it. It seems to me what we have is so much deeper than just the joy in each other's company, or the sex. It's about the right person coming to me at the right time in my life to save me from what had been and what would likely have come to pass if left to myself. You are my life, angel. You always will be."

The tears were flowing freely now and she held her arms out. He had to stand up and slip onto the bench on her side of the table. She had he arms around him and her face buried in his hair. After a few minutes she managed to get control of herself and she pulled back a bit and sniffed.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it was so beautiful and then what you said. I must be a mess."

"If you are, you're the best looking mess I ever saw."

She laughed a bit and leaned in to kiss him and said,

"Well, let me out of here so I can go and make myself presentable, then you can put this on me."

So he stood up and let her slide out of the booth and watched as she walked away, seeing how other people were watching as well. He sat back down and took the pendant and checked on the clasp again to make sure he knew how it worked. Their waitress walked up, a middle aged woman who said,

"Is everything all right here?"

"Oh, sure. I guess I did a better job of picking out a present than I thought I would."

"Good for you. I should have you talk to my boyfriend. If he gives me one more Starbucks gift card for Christmas this year I'm going to knock him on his ass."

When Max's eyes popped she laughed and put the check down on the table. A bit later Dee came back to the table and sat down and said,

"That's better. So, Mr. Wonderful, what do you say you put this on me and we go take a look around the town?"

"I say yes."

He stood up and took the ends of the chain in his hands while Dee shifted so her back was toward him. She held up her hair, which was getting longer than when they first met and he got the charm around so it laid on her chest just about those nice full tits he loved so much. He clipped the clasp and then she turned herself around so he could see it. The v-neck of her top showed just enough skin so that the angel was resting against that smooth dark background.

"So?" she asked.

"Beautiful, just like the full sized model."

He left some money for the tip and took the bill to the cashier. There was a mirrored sign on the wall so that Dee was able to admire the small angel. It was neither large nor ostentatious but it screamed out to her about what the boy who had given it to her meant to her, and her to him. She was never without it, one way or another. As they walked out the door the young basket ball player caught their eye and waved. Dee smiled and gave the 'call me' sign while Max nodded. Once outside they wrapped arms around each other and proceeded to take a tour of the business district, looking in windows and seeing what signs of the season were around. Where a window offered some reflection Max often saw Dee fingering the angel pendant.

They finished off the day out having dinner at a small Italian pizza kitchen where once again the mismatched couple drew glances. All anyone could really see were two dissimilar looking young people having a happy time together, looking very comfortable in their own skins. After eating they walked back to the campus and wound up in Dee's room. They reclined on the bed, snuggling. She kissed his head and said,

"You know what I'd like to do? Watch 'A Charlie Brown Christmas'."

"What's that?"

Dee pulled back and looked at him.

"Excuse me? You've never heard of the Charlie Brown Christmas specials?"

"Oh wait, they're some cartoons right?"

"Dear lord. I can't believe this. Wait a minute."

She pulled her laptop over and searched Youtube and found the movie. Side by side on the bed they watched as the sad sack round headed kid sought to find some meaning in the crass commercialism of the holiday. When it was over Max said,

"You know what? That was pretty good, thanks. I remember hearing a couple of those songs," he said, then he got quiet.

"What, sweetie."

"It's just that I sort of feel a little like that tree, the small one."

"How so?" she asked, given him a tighter squeeze.

"I guess I can identify with being the runt of the litter that no one was interested in until someone who could see past the physical to what was lying beneath. Someone who took hold of me and wanted something more for me."

He felt her head come to rest on his and the hand running up and down his arm.

"So, what else might I have missed about Christmas?" he asked.

After a moment's thought she searched and found the classic early version of A Christmas Carol with Alistair Simms. After they finished watching it, she asked,

"So what did you think? Had you ever heard of this story?

"Yeah, in school, I didn't read it but I remember something about it mentioned. It was a good movie. I liked the old feel of it, the black and white. And the characters were interesting, especially Tiny?" but before he could finish the statement she said,

"If you say Tiny Tim because you could relate to the character and how he was saved at the end by someone who saw the value of him I'm going to cry on you until your soaked while hugging the stuffing out of you."

He looked at her sheepishly and said,

"Okay, I get the message."

After that she found some of the other classic animated Christmas specials so that when midnight struck they were in a good mood. Max looked at the clock and said,

"Oh, good, now I can give you the rest of your presents."

"More? Max, sweetheart, this was more than enough?" she said, fingering the angel pendant.

"Not by a long way, but don't worry, I wasn't extravagant and I have more than enough to handle it."

"Well okay."

He got off the bed and grabbed his jacket. From a pocket he took out a box, somewhat larger than the one that held the angel but still smallish.

"I found this before I found the angel charm. It sort of says the same kind of thing but it's not something you wear so I thought you'd keep it where you could see it from time to time."

Again she approached the unwrapping of the box with meticulous care, as if anything from her Max was precious. When she opened it she had a quizzical look but then seemed to realize its significance and she smiled a brittle little smile. What she pulled out of the box was a miniature life preserver like the type one would see on a ship with its name on it, a ring with rope handles. No explanation was given as none was needed. She smiled and set it on the lamp table next to her alarm clock. She would see it every morning and every evening at a minimum. The he pulled an envelope out of his inner jacket pocket and handed it to her. She opened it and pulled out the rectangular slip of paper.

"Oh, Max, you really shouldn't have."

"To be honest, I feel a little guilty about this one. It seems more like it's for me."

What he was referring to was a sizeable gift certificate to Victoria's Secret. Dee looked at him and said, her eyes alight and slow smile on her face,

"Oh, no, you lovely boy. I know why you think that, but believe me, this really is about me. I love how it feels to wear sexy lingerie. You've seen all I have but that next to nothing silky smoothness, knowing how I look with it on while sitting in a class or walking around campus. And how I feel when I see the look on your face as you look at me. You'll have to promise me something."

"Of course, what?"

"When I make use of this, I want you to take some pictures of me in it, for us both to have."

"Certainly. Well, that's it, Merry Christmas, angel. Thank you for making my first real Christmas so amazing."

Dee seemed to flow off the bed as she got up and pulled her to him. She just held him and held him. Finally, she said,

"Okay, my turn, although now it doesn't look like much."

"Hey, anything at all you give me will be more special than anything I've ever known," he replied in rebuttal.

She opened up her desk draw and said,

"Close your eyes."

He did as she directed without comment. He heard her walk behind him and then felt something go around his neck to be fastened at the back.

"Open 'em."

When he did he looked in the mirror on the wall and saw a necklace similar to what he had seen on some of the kids in high school. This one however looked, for lack of a better word, more 'real'. It looked like a number of different beads, some made of different colored stone, fitted to some sort of woven fiber. In the middle hanging below his throat was some sort of tooth. He looked at her and she said,

"My dad's uncle makes them back in Jamaica. He's in his eighties with the most gnarly fingers you've ever seen but he still makes these. This is the real deal, not that phony tourist junk you see everywhere. It's all hand made except for the tooth, that's authentic from a locally caught shark."

"It's amazing, angel. Magnificent. How could you suggest it's not 'much'?"

She smiled and then pulled out a cd case from the drawer and handed it too him. On the cover was a picture of a large black woman, dressed in what he assumed was authentic clothing.

"She's the most famous folklorist in Jamaica. She goes around giving lectures on the language and customs of the country and where they came from. After what you said about my accent I thought as a scientist you might find it interesting."

"Yes, I'm sure I will, this is terrific. Again, thank you for such a great Christmas."

"I have one last thing, but it will take a moment. Can you go down to the men's room or something and then come back in like ten minutes."

"Okay," he replied.

He did as he was asked, making use of the time to take care of some things and do some primping. He looked at his hair and thought maybe he should do something about it, more than just a trim. He gave her a few extra minutes and then went back down to her door. It was closed so instead of just walking in he knocked. Instead of an answer the door was just pulled open a crack. He pushed in and stepped inside and nearly swallowed his tongue. Standing before him, her back to the window was his black warrior goddess. The reality was more stunning then the dream had ever been. She wore the small wrap around skirt, no top, a necklace similar to his but hit hung down lower so the sharks tooth was just above the start of her full tits. She wore similar anklets and had an earring that looked like it was made from several colored feathers. Her hair was pulled back with a simple leather thong. In one hand was the long fishing spear.

As he stood there in stunned amazement she set the spear aside and covered the distance between them in two long strides. She took hold of his head in those long fingered hands and bent down to kiss him. Her lips were warm and her tongue was soft and wet as it probed his mouth. She worked on the buttons of his shirt and soon had it undone and pushed off his shoulders. After it hit the floor she pulled off his T-shirt and let her hands run over the bare pale skin of his chest belly and back. She then went down to one knee and began to pull off his shoes and socks. Then her deft fingers made short work of his pants and briefs. As he stood in front of her naked, he had a fleeting thought as to his near total physical inadequacies.

But when her hands went to his balls and her mouth to his cock he realized that at the moment that didn't matter, he had everything she wanted, and the rest of the time, she was interested in what was inside him. So he surrendered to the moment and to her. Every bit as much as she needed him to want her, he needed the same. To be wanted, to be desired, to belong. His hands buried themselves in her hair. His hips began to pump, causing her to moan as his thick shaft slid in and out of her mouth. Her warm hand played with his heavy balls as the other went around to grab hold of his skinny ass. She licked and sucked his cock and balls for what seemed forever until he felt that familiar tingle at the base of his spine.

"Oh, god, baby, I'm going to cum."

As before, her response was to clamp her lips down on the shaft and let him begin to fill her mouth with his delicious cum. She gulped down every spurt, until at last he was just dripping onto her tongue so she could savor the taste and texture. Then her lips slid up and held firm just below the flange of the head and her tongue licked the head clean. When she let his cock slip from her mouth, without a word, she pulled him down to his knees so she could kiss him, letting him get just a hint of his cum. When she finished the kiss she stood, turned around and walked to the desk. She pulled out a chair, rested one knee on it and leaned forward to rest her body on her elbows and forearms. She pushed the other leg to the side, sticking her ass out behind her.

Equally as silently he stood up and walked forward. When he was behind her he flicked the back of the wrap skirt up onto her lower back, exposing those marvelous ass cheeks. He bent down and kissed the dark skin on both sides of the crease. Then he pushed the cheeks apart and bending down a bit, began a serious tonguing of her pussy and asshole. Her head dipped down, nearly touching the desk top as she moaned in pleasure. He sucked and licked her clit while a finger pushed into her wet pussy. Then he removed his finger, moved his tongue to the hole and tongue fucked her while his wet finger began to probe her tight ring. At this point her head did come down to rest on the desk as her ass began to sway from side to side.

By this time his cock was so hard it hurt and the slit was dripping precum heavily. As much as he liked to lick her until she came, he just couldn't stand not having his dick inside her. He stood up and pulled down a bit on her hips so that her pussy and ass were even with his cock and began to rub the head along the very wet crease of her lips. She merely moaned a little louder. Taking hold of her hips, he pushed a little harder and watched as the head disappeared into her pussy. He let his hands roam up over her bare back before coming back to grab hold of her ass cheeks. He sunk his cock in until his hips touched her ass and he withdraw and pushed in harder and deeper.

Sex with Dee was always an incredible experience but having her walk out of his dream and to give herself to him, his goddess, had him so wound up he thought he was going to explode. He hammered at her pussy with all the strength his slight body could muster. In response Dee was pushing back against him, adding to the impact. Suddenly and without warning, he pulled his cock out and put the head to her asshole and gave a strong shove. The head pushed immediately past the tight ring and took half the fat shaft with it. She threw her head back and arched her back and let out a long low,

"AHHHHH, Dammnnnn."

He leaned over her back and his hips flailed at her. After half a dozen deep hard strokes Dee tensed and her body was wracked by a deep hard orgasm. Her hips jerked and bucked but Max hung on, keeping on with the stroking of her asshole with his dick. When her orgasm subsided he was still fucking her, his previous cum load in her mouth helping decrease his sensitivity. She flattened her body on the desk and slid a hand under, first to cup his balls then to play with her clit as he continued to slide in and out of her ass. Neither one held out very long after this. As Dee approached another climax, the added pressure on his dick caused him to finally go over the edge, his balls pulling up tightly as he pumped another heavy load into her, this time from the other end.

This was more than Dee could handle and she began to buck and heave from another gut wrencher. Max kept his hips pushed up against her ass as he rode out her orgasm. When she was finally done he bent over her back and kissed her bare skin for a few moments. Then he slid back to withdraw his cock. He reached forward took hold of one of her arms and 'pulled' her up off the desk. She turned and when her breasts were in front of him he lightly kissed each nipple and some of the skin around them. Still holding her arm he walked the both of them to her bed, pulled back the covers and got them both down on the mattress facing each other. They hugged and kissed for a bit and then he turned himself around, pressed his body back into the front of hers and pulled the covers up over them both. As he fell asleep to the feel of the rhythm of her slowing breathing he felt warm, loved, safe. They didn't dream that night, there was no need. The dream was now real.