Courtney the Gym Girl

You two hadn't been that close in high school. Sure you shared some classes here and there, and ran the Cross Country team together, but you rarely talked outside of class. That's why you were so shocked when you hit you up a few years later, asking if you were still in town. Still, you'd always had a bit of a crush on her, and opportunities like this weren't the kind you just passed up.

"Hey anon! How've you been? I know we haven't spoken in a while but I was wondering if you still ran? You were always pretty fast back in school haha. Anyway, get back to me when you see this!"

You weren't quite as active as you were back then. College partying had made you a little lazy, and you'd certainly put on a pound or two. Still, you were still slim, and got out for a run a few times a week. Might as well take the opportunity to reunite with an old teammate.

"Hey Courtney! I've been fine, and you? I'm not running marathons but I still get out now and then, hbu? Either way it's good to hear from you again!"

It went back and forth like that for a while, just some brief messages catching up. Finally she asked you the golden question.

"I've been looking for a new running partner if you're interested, anon? Maybe tomorrow morning at nine?"

With nothing better to do you agree, and with that you two say your goodbyes until tomorrow. Logically you know that her request was purely friendly, but the brain between your legs was telling you otherwise. You shave your little cock baby smooth during your shower, and make a slight change to your nightly routine of edging yourself to interracial porn. Pulling up her instagram, you turn diamonds in seconds, and you barely make it off her first picture before you've blown a pathetic little load into a tissue. You feel a pang of shame as you look from her smiling picture to your rapidly shrinking cock. Absentmindedly you scroll her page, hoping to get hard again in time for a second round. However, you begin to notice a common thread among the pictures, one that gets you rock hard once again.

Courtney seemed to constantly surrounded by black men. In a third of her pics it seemed, she'd be accompanied by at least one black man, sometimes more. That alone wasn't anything too odd. You reasoned that you were only thinking lewd of it because of the porn you watched. Until you began reading the comments.

"Thanks for a great night girl ;)"

"LOL, someone's found a type!"

"Where'd you go after the party last night Court??"

Not even taking the time to grab lube, you begin furiously doing the two finger stroke, finishing with a pic of her being held up by three muscular black men in her black two piece swimsuit. As you try to clean up however, you realize you've accidently liked the image. You're stomach lurches, and you quickly unlike it, hoping that maybe she wouldn't notice. The night seems to take agonizingly long, and when you finally drift to sleep you dream of her being held above by those stronger men.

The next morning you wake up with time to spare, quickly driving to the park where the two of you planned to meet. With a little distance from the events of last night, you start feeling better about what you saw. Those comments were probably just friendly jokes right? Of course they were! You were just reading too much into them because you were horny.

As nine o clock begins to pass though, you begin to worry that maybe she wouldn't be coming. You check your watch, seeing 9:07 on the clock. Should you keep waiting for her? or cut your losses and leave? Maybe she saw you like the image and had second thoughts?