No way

Angela blushed, feeling embarrassed because she probably looked ****. "I just... I don't know, I feel nervous like I am some sort of cheap hoe around him," she admitted.

"Don't worry, we got you girl," one of the other girls said, getting up from the table. "Let's go over and make some noise."

Angela watched as her friends walked over to the football team's table, laughing and joking around with them. She saw Jerome turn his head towards her and their eyes met. She quickly looked away, feeling her face flush with heat.

A few moments later, she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around to see Jerome standing behind her. "Hey, Angela, how's it going?" he asked, flashing her a smile.

"It's going good, thanks," she said, trying to sound casual.

"Listen, I was wondering if you're still interested in coming to the party tonight. A bunch of us are going, it should be a lot of fun," he said, leaning in a little closer.

Angela felt a flutter of excitement in her stomach at the thought of going to a party with Jerome. "Yeah, that sounds great. What time and where is it?" she asked.

Jerome gave her the details and Angela made a mental note of them. As he is this close to her she can see that he has a half chub in his pants, and she cannot help but stare at it.

All of a sudden she hears, "Angela, Angela?"

There is a large black hand waving in front of her face, "Sorry what did you say," she responds with a start.

He just smiles and says, "I have been watching you for the last few weeks, you are talented. But, also if you want T-Pain just ask?"

She is confused, "T-Pain?" you ask.

He just smiles and shakes his hips and says, "Yeah, T-Pain is my cock. I know you white bitches cannot get over big cock, especially big black athelete cock. You are all the same."