But you're more mature than a Freshman...

"Hey," you say to her, growing more confident. "I may be a freshman, but I'm pretty goddamn mature."
She smiles at you and giggles, "are you now?"
"Yes," you reply, walking towards her. "And you did say I was cute."
Suddenly, she looks behind you and makes for the door. You swear under your breath, you've scared her off. You hear the door close and you turn around, ready to leave. But you were wrong. She closed the door.
"I thought I heard people coming," she says. "I didn't want them coming in."
"Aren't you supposed to help the freshmen?" you reply jokingly.
She looks at you coyly and walks right up to you. She's not much shorter than you and you put your arms around her, kissing her passionately and crushing her large breasts against yours. Wow. This is the first black person you've ever kissed and she's bloody good at it. New things are good, you think as she drives her tongue even deeper into your mouth. She starts walking, pushing you, and you obey, walking backwards in the direction she takes you. She pushes you onto the bed, and stands at the foot of it. You stare at her, then at her massive breasts. She reached down to her tank top and slowly pulls it off. She throws it behind her and reaches down, putting her hand inside her cut offs, moving it up and down. She begins to moan, and you realisz that she must be wearing no panties. While she's pre-occupied with fingering herself, you remove your jeans and T-shirt, pulling off your boxers. Your proud member stands to attention, all 9 inches of it. Then, she catches sight of you, and gasps.
"God John! Your cock must be 12 inches!"

"Close enough," you say.

She pulls down her cut offs, and climbs down onto the bed next to you, her perfectly shaven pussy beginning to grow moist. You realize that she's **** for you and know that when a girl's this **** she'll do anything. Time for a bit of fun...