Jenny and Greg

Greg opens the door to his and Jim’s room. He enters, together with Jenny, and gets helped to a couch in the middle of the room.
“Can you check if your ankle is swollen?” Jenny asks.
Greg doesn’t say anything, but takes off his shoe and also his sock.
“It’s not obvious.” Greg says. “But it looks thicker then it usually does.”
“We should get some cold onto it.” Jenny replies. “Let’s get you into the shower.”
Jenny helps Greg to the bathroom, then uses to showerhead to spray his ankle with ice cold water. Greg complains about how cold it feels, but Jenny tells him to grit his teeth and bear it. After a while, Greg says his foot is so cold he barely feels anything anymore.
“Good.” Jenny says. “With any luck, you can walk on it again tomorrow.”
She then helps Greg back to the couch and sits down next to him.
“Thanks for helping me out, Jen.” Greg says. “It would have taken much longer for me to get here on my own. I also would not have thought about the cold water. You’ve been a real help.”
“Of course I helped.” Jenny replies. “We’re friends, right?”

“Friends.” Jenny thinks.
A week ago she would never have thought about having a black guy as a friend. Only something to jill off to behind her computer. Now she is actually friends with one.
“Oh no, I’m thinking about porn.” Jenny thinks, and averts her gaze from Greg’s face, looking down.
“Oh no, I’m staring at his crotch now.” Jenny thinks, and starts looking around the room, anything that isn’t Greg.
As she surveys the room, she starts to notice there is nobody else around. Just her and a black guy, all alone in a room in a strange hotel.
She starts remembering her dad’ warnings. That black men are sexual predators who would love to do nothing more than trick a white girl like herself into a motel room. Then they’d **** her and make her pregnant with their baby’s.
Jenny looks back at Greg. He seems like he’s in real pain. She’s also seen his ankle. That one really is swollen. Maybe some black guys are like her dad warned her about, but not this one. Not Greg.
Her fears disappear and she looks at Greg’s crotch again. Again she realizes she is all alone with a black guy, in a hotel room where nobody can see them. With her fears gone curiosity starts to set in, and all the questions springing up in her mind revolve around Greg’s crotch. In a way, this is actually the perfect opportunity for her to see if all the rumors about black dicks are really true.

“Say, Greg. Can I … can I ask you something personal?” Jenny asks.
“Sure.” Greg says, “Go ahead.”
“Well, I’ve been hearing these things about black people. Rumors really.” Jenny says. “I don’t like it. I don’t want to live while tied to unfounded rumors.”
Greg chuckles and says, “There’s no need for you to defend your reasons for asking, Jen. You already warned me it’ll be a personal question. I’m ready for it.”
“Alright.” Jenny continues. “It’s just … girls often talk about boys. When we do, we talk about relationships, and then about intimacy which sometimes results in …”
At the end, Jenny trailed off. She doesn’t feel she could tell a guy innocent girls like herself sometimes talk about penises.
“You want to ask a question about dicks?” Greg suddenly asks very bluntly.
Jenny blushes but admits.
“Yes, I … Some girls I know, whenever the conversation heads to, well, penises, they constantly repeat black guys are larger than whites.” Jenny lies.
She knows black dicks are so big because of all the interracial porn she watches, not because any of her friends told her.
“I mean … It can’t be, right? Like, all the time? Certainly there’s got to be a few black guys who are smaller than whites, right?” Jenny says.
“I have never compared my dick with that of a white guy,” Greg says, “So I can’t give you an honest comparison since I never compared. All I can tell you is I think mine is pretty large.”
Jenny tapped his shoulder and says, “I bet you do.” While smiling.
“But that is what I mean.” Jenny continues. “Everybody always 'says' black guys have like these huge penises, but it’s all talk.”
She hopes a comment like that could to appeal to his pride and make him want to show her.
“You know, Jen.” Greg says. “I’m really grateful you helped me out with my foot. I mean that, you’re a real friend. So, I’d like to help you out. But, the only thing I can think of is … I don’t know, show you mine?”
“This is it!” Jenny thinks. “I’m going to see a black dick for real!”
Then Greg crashes her hopes by saying, “But this is something I reserve only for girls I’m in a relationship with.”
“Oh.” Jenny says a disappointed. “Yeah, I get that. I mean, you did say you just got out of a bad break up. I understand.”
“Dammit,” Jenny thinks. “I gave him a perfect opportunity to take advantage of me and he didn’t take it. Ugh, dad knows nothing about black guys.”
Greg puts his hand on Jenny’s back and says. “Sorry to disappoint you.”
“I wouldn’t say I’m disappointed.” Jenny says, even though she is. “I just … won’t have my curiosity satisfied.”
“That’s all it is about?” Greg asks. “You’re simply curious?
Jenny shrugs and says, “Yeah.”
“How about this.” Greg says. “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine.”
Jenny is taken aback by Greg’s suggestion.
“You … you want to see me naked?” She asks.
“I take it you want to see my dick when it’s erect, right? That’s when a dick looks at its best.” Greg explains. “But right now, my dick is flaccid. Not a lot for you to feast your eyes on.”
“And seeing me naked would get it hard?” Jenny asks.
“I have no doubt about it.” Greg replies.

Jenny puts a hand onto her forehead. What has she gotten herself into? She just wanted to see a black dick, not expose her white body. But she can understand why he’s wants to see her nude. She’s a pretty white girl, even white guys would want to see her nude. But can she really do it?