All About Darnell

"So how do you know him again?"

As I have a seat next to her on our big plush sofa, Sarah curls her legs under herself to get more comfy, giving me a view of her soft, milky white thighs.

"Okay, so remember back in 10th grade, when the cheerleaders were teasing me every single day?"

"Yeah, that was horrible," I agree. It was indeed a bad time, and I had spent many nights on the phone consoling a devastated Sarah, listening to her recount all the ways those girls teased and harassed her.

"Right, well I was so **** for friends that I joined the prison penpal program our counselor told us about. I signed up and they eventually found Darnell at a nearby prison, and we've been writing each other ever since." She finishes the sentence so matter-of-factly that it sounds totally normal for a young girl to be friends with a middle-aged black criminal. I was beginning to question the wisdom of our high school guidance counselor.

She continues, "It was just so nice to have another person to talk to, and he was always so supportive and complimentary.

"I know it's probably weird to you, but Darnell was super important to me in high school; he helped keep me sane... just like you did," She adds with a smile, cuddling up against me, clearly proud of her beautiful and unconventional friendship. "We probably know everything about each other."

It's all so surprising, for her to open up like this. I hadn't really thought much about her other friends, but I clearly needed to. Darnell had been a good friend in her time of need, but I still wasn't totally sold on him.

"Well, what did he do to get locked u... I mean, why was he arrested? He didn't... kill anyone, right?"

Sarah actually laughs out loud at my concern. "No, Liam, I wouldn't be friends with a murderer. You're so silly, babe."

"Darnell was pulled over by a racist cop at a traffic stop. He ran a stop sign, but when they brought him in they accused him of **** possession, extortion, trafficking... all kinds of made up stuff."

I didn't like the sound of this. It probably wasn't a coincidence they charged him with so much stuff, and my face must have reflected that, as Sarah looks at me scornfully.

"He was wrongfully accused by racist white cops, Liam. He was an outspoken black man, so they made up a reason to lock him up. I know it's hard for white people to understand, but..."

I can't stop myself. "Sarah... you're white, too..." I instantly know I've made a mistake, and her face turns red with frustration.

"It doesn't matter, Liam, Darnell isn't a criminal. He's a victim, and he's our guest. So, please be nice to him. Or else..."

My heart pounds a little faster as Sarah starts to make a threat, curious and a little nervous. "Or else what?"

But my girlfriend plays it cool. Sarah leans closer and climbs on top of me, straddling my lap. Her big pillowy breasts are only inches from my face, and I can feel the heat of her body against me.

"Or else I'll make you two share a bedroom. So be a good boy, please."

As she leans down to kiss me, pressing her soft pink lips against mine, my cock begins to stir in my khaki shorts and I kiss her back, letting my tongue slip into her mouth. I can't help moaning as I pull her closer, both of us lost in the heat of our young [passion.

My cock throbs for release, overriding every other thought. My hands slip under Sarah's top and over her soft tummy, but as they slide up and up, so close to her perfect breasts... I feel the familiar rejection of Sarah pushing me away in the heat of the moment; gently, like an apology.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I...-" Her voice comes out just as needy and **** as I feel right now. "...not while Darnell is here. He's been locked up so long without being intimate... and I don't want to upset him, or make him feel awkward. I know we want to have our first time soon... I promise I'll make it up to you."

I'm obviously not pleased with the result of our conversation, but I know how much this means to her. Darnell's just some criminal to me, but to my kind-hearted Sarah he's a friend in need of help. I think of how supportive she would be if one of my friends needed help, and my mind is made up.

"I get it, Sarah. I love you, and I want to do anything I can to help. What do you need?"

Her eyes light up as she gives me that big smile that warms my soul. "You're the best, babe! Just help me take care of Darnell, okay? The sooner he's back on his feet, the sooner it will be just me and you..."

As she beams at me, she starts to yawn. I realize I'm a little tired too, and after a few more minutes of talking, we decide to retire to the bedroom for a nap. I drift off to sleep with my Sarah in my arms, wondering what life will be like with an ex-convict in the house.