The Nerd

Shalonda stretched out, late at night in the library. She was working on a project with a boy that had to be the nerdiest kid she'd ever seen. He even had a pocket protector, for God's sake. And a bow tie. And he was named Seymour, with a bowl hair cut.

He was shorter than she was, he was weaker than she was. She had zero interest, until she reached down, doing some stretches to get her blood flowing, and she saw a decidedly not-nerd-like bulge pushing down his dress slacks.

"I need to go to the bathroom," the nerd said, his voice nasal. Shalonda gave it a minute, then went into the men's restroom. The nerd was jerking off his large, uncut, nine inch pink prick into the urinal.

"Better places for that to go," Shalonda said, smirking. Seymour jerked, startled.

"You can't be in here!" he protested loudly.

"Shut the fuck up or I will leave," Shalonda hissed. It was against her better instincts, but she knelt down, inspecting the large pink pecker. "This ain't half bad." She started jerking it, appreciating its heft.

"Shalonda ..." the nerd said.

"Not another fuckin' word," Shalonda said. She looked up at him, wrapping her full Black lips around the white boy's cock, taking it so deep that she felt he'd cum immediately. He only lasted five minutes before pulling out, his weak hands holding Shalonda's skull against the wall next to the urinal as he started cumming, thick ropes all over her face, until she was completely hosed. She wasn't sure if she should be impressed or pissed. She stayed there, panting for a long moment, and realizing his seed tasted pretty good, took every dollop off her face and sucked it down, and then sucking the last droplets from his cock.

"Just don't talk and you and I will get along real good, baby," she purred.