Meeting old friends

The mall was still buzzing around you, voices echoing off polished tiles, the heavy bags by Justins side swinging like trophies from your swimwear trial. You were still red in the face, trying not to think about the way those speedos clung to you, when Jamal suddenly slowed. His grin sharpened, his dark eyes catching sight of someone ahead.

“Yo… no way,” he muttered, a warmth creeping into his tone. “is it really them?”

You followed his gaze, and see two people, a man and a woman, who look like they come directly out of a modeling ad.

At first, your eyes went to thr guy, a towering black man, taller even than Jamal, his muscles carved like he’d been sculpted from polished onyx. His white shirt clung tight across a chest that seemed too broad for the slim cut, his dark hand rested easily at the curve of the beautiful white woman beside him. The confidence in his stride, the relaxed tilt of his jaw, the way he didn’t need to posture because his sheer presence filled the space, all of it, for some reason, made your stomach knot and you feel inferior looking at him.

Your eyes then wander over to the women besides him and she is stunning. Long, wavy blonde hair spilled down her shoulders, a flawless face framed with soft makeup, lips painted a deep shade of rose that looked almost too plush, maybe even too perfect. Her body was the kind you’d see on magazine covers or on adault sites... a tight pink top clinging to a generous chest, the swell of her breasts pressing against the fabric like they were begging for attention, and short denim hotpants that frame a thick, round pale ass that might rival your own. She carries herself with elegance, every movement deliberate, sensual, though her posture leaned ever so slightly into the masculine man’s side, his big arm wrapped dominantly around her tight waist, fingers resting just above the swell of her hip like she belonged there.

The two of them walk towards you and they seem to recognize Jamal as he waves them over.

Jamal’s grin broke into a laugh. “Darnell! My man! Whats it been... like two years?”

The black giant, flashing a smile that showed perfect white teeth. “Jamal,” he rumbled, his voice deep and smooth. They clasped hands, the smack of their palms echoing sharp before pulling into a half-embrace.

Jamal stepped back, his eyes immediately flicking to the blonde beauty at his side, then widening in shock. “Hold up… Alex?!”

The woman giggled, her voice high, melodic, but with a cheeky undertone. She tossed her hair back and tilted her head, her full lips curving into a smile. “Not anymore. It’s Abigail now.”

Your brows lifted before you could stop yourself. Alex? He’d thought she was a man? You blinked, trying to picture it this radiant, ultra-feminine beauty once being… the opposite. It was impossible.

Jamal’s laugh boomed again, rough and delighted. He actually took a step back, eyeing her from head to toe. “Damn! You’re telling me that skinny little white boy turned into this?” His hand gestured openly at her curves, not even pretending to be polite. “Shit, Darnell, you don’t mess around. You turned him into a straight-up bombshell.”

Darnell smirked, tightening his arm around her waist, his hand sliding a little lower so his thick black fingers gripped the round curve of her pale ass through the denim. Abigail let's out a small moan, flushed, biting her lip as her body instinctively pressed closer to him.

“Man,” Jamal went on, shaking his head, still staring. “That glow-up is wild. You always had an eye for potential, but I didn’t think you’d flip the whole damn script.”

Darnell’s smirk deepened. “Alex is gone. This here’s Abigail. My girl. My snow bunny.” His voice lingered on the last words, proud, possessive. “She’s everything I wanted, and more.”

Abigail’s eyes sparkled as she looked up at him, lips parting just slightly, her expression filled with a mix of pride and adoration. “All thanks to him,” she said softly, her tone sweet, submissive, but laced with something else, a private little thrill. “He saw something in me before I even knew it myself.”

You felt heat crawl up your neck. There was something so intimate in the way she said it, so openly devoted, and yet erotic in how she leaned into his control, letting his grip on her body speak for her.

Justin stood stiff beside you, his eyes flicking nervously between the couple and the ground, like he didn’t know whether to stare or disappear.

Jamal’s eyes gleamed, his grin sharp as ever. “Man, this is crazy. I don't see you for a while and you’re walking around with a white goddess on your arm.” He gave Abigail another slow, approving look, and you could tell his thoughts weren’t exactly clean.

Darnell chuckled, squeezing her hip. “Yeah. Bro, but don't get any stupid ideas. She’s mine.” His tone left no room for doubt.

And for some reason, you are not able to look away from the pair.

"Oh don't worry man, remember, I'm not much into girls, but I can appreciate a brothers nice looking snow bunny when I see them." Jamal says with a grin and continues "besides, I got my own project at the moment" you don't exactly know what he means by that, but Darnells piercing eyes instantly fix on to you as if hes scanning you.

"And who might you two white boys be?" Darnell asks the two of you with a predatory grin, but before you get the chance to answer, Jamal swoops in and introduces you. "This is Emile," he points at you "hes my new roommate and he just got here from Germany, he is the one that's in the exchange program with Samuel, if you remember that guy."

Darnell chuckles in his deep voice "how could I forget about him, he always was too horny for his own good..." Jamal laughs "yea exactly that guy hes now probably fucking every white girl in Germany, at least that was his plan"

You kind of don't really want to hear all that stuff since hes talking like that about tge people in your country. So, you just wave and greet the two of them with a nice smile and Jamal moves on from that topic.