Jennifer laughed so hard she almost choked on her Sprite.

“Damn, Jen, take it easy. I don’t know how to do that Heimlich thingy.” Sarah reached over and patted her roommate’s back. “Make sure she doesn’t kill herself, Derick. I have to go to class.”

“I’ll do my best, but I might have to give her mouth-to-mouth.” Derick nudged Sarah in the side as she got up to leave.

“Ha, you have no idea where my mouth has been,” Jen replied, and the trio burst into laughter again. “Keep it down, you guys; I’m supposed to be on break, not having fun.”

“I’ll see you clowns later.” Sarah waved as she walked out, and left them alone in the cafeteria.

“So, Red,” Derick turned to face his cousin’s redheaded roommate, “just where has your little pink lips been?”

“That depends on which pink lips you’re talking about, Baldy.” Jennifer’s green eyes twinkled in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

“Hey, bald is beautiful.” Derick rubbed his smooth brown head.

“I think the line goes, black is beautiful.”

“Yeah, and size doesn’t matter. It all depends.”

“Oh, really; so… you’re Sarah’s cousin? I see no family resemblance. Does your cousin know what size you are?”  Jennifer eyes narrowed like a cat stalking her prey.

“No, she doesn’t. Sarah really is my cousin. Our family is… sort of a rainbow, but she didn’t spend much time in my old neighborhood; it wasn’t safe. ” Derick waved his hand. “But forget all that, I’m more interested in finding out how far down that red hair goes.” Derick slid closer to her.

Jen could feel her heart race, as she gazed into Derick’s brown eyes. What had begun as harmless flirting was quickly moving to something else. For a second she considered pulling back, but then she saw a confident grin form on Derick’s caramel face. He’s testing me. He thinks I’ll wimp out. This is a side of him he hasn’t shown before.

Jen quickly looked around to be sure no one had entered the room. All she saw were empty tables and dirty trays she was supposed to clean.

“There is a price to finding out my secrets, little brown boy. Are you brave enough to pay it, or are you all talk?” She gave Derick a sly grin of her own, leaned back in her chair, and then slowly spread her ivory legs just a bit. She knew her skirt was short, and at the angle she sat, her panties were visible to Derick.

Derick seemed to hesitate, for a moment his smile fell, and Jen saw doubt and a hint of fear dance in his eyes. Her smile grew as she tasted victory.

Derick looked at the young woman’s green eyes, and then his gaze fell between her legs. He took a deep breath as he caught a glimpse of her dark panties. “Well, I have no money. So…”

“That’s not the price.” Jen slipped one slender finger into her mouth, and then slowly pulled the wet digit out. “I’ll show you my pink lips, if you show me your brown tootsie roll.” She leaned forward.  
Jen stopped singing and laughed at Derick’s stunned face. “Oh, if only I had one now. I would kiss it, and lick it, and swallow its chocolaty goodness.” She grinned again because she knew she had him. The song may have been over the top, but it was fun. Watching Derick squirm made her nipples hard, and her sex wet. She felt glorious, and more alive than she’d felt in weeks. I got him now, and it feels so good.

Derick slipped off his chair, and knelt in front of Jen’s open legs. He had a direct view under her skirt, and could see wisps of red hair on the sides of her black panties. He looked up and locked eyes with Jen. Both stared at each other for unknown seconds.

The room became deathly quiet, and the only sounds that could be heard were the soft whir of the central air, and the heavy breathing of a young man and a young woman, waiting at the point of no return.

Jen saw Derick’s hands move down to his waist, and his thumbs hook under his shorts. Never taking his eyes off Jen, he pulled them down.  Slowly, Jen’s eyes fell from his face ever downward. She inhaled and her mouth opened in wonder at what her eyes reported.  She felt herself gasp, and quickly placed a hand over her mouth.

“Well, is that a Tootsie Roll?” Derick’s voice was low and deep, and he sounded as if talking was difficult.

Jen’s gaze traced the erect penis from its fat mushroom-like head, down its thick veiny shaft, and finally resting on the two tight testicles anchoring Derick’s glorious member. As she stared, a small part of her was surprised as something new entered her vision. Whose hand is that? Is that my hand? Yes! What am I doing?

The sharp sound of Derick’s moan snapped her out of her trance.  She looked into his face, and saw a mixture of shock and ecstasy. Gradually, her mind registered heat soaking through her hand and fingers. She glanced down, and saw her small white fingers straining to surround Derick’s dark throbbing penis. Fear instantly shot into her heart, and a million butterflies took flight inside her stomach. Her free hand quickly went to her turbulent belly, and her eyes darted back up to Derick’s. But still, she did not release her hold on him.

“Umm…were we… supposed to touch each other?” Derick stuttered. “Not that I’m complaining. Your hand feels…it feels…good; so soft, so warm.”

Jen smiled, as her mind desperately tried to break through the fog it was in. Why am I still holding him? Let go, let go, let go! Why can’t I let go?

“I like you,” she blurted, not knowing what was coming out of her mouth until it did. “I should probably get back to work before Claire comes looking for me.”

“Yeah, I…I guess your break is over.” Derick looked down at the small hand gripping his hardness. “I like you holding me. Do you like…?”

“Yes!” Jen quickly whispered, and then slid from her chair onto her knees before Derick. Her hand slowly began to glide up and down the smooth tight skin of his shaft.

“Oh God!” Derick moaned, and laid his hands upon Jen’s shoulders. “You’re killing me.”
Jen saw his lips move, but she could no longer hear. The sound of her own heartbeat thundered in her ears. She knew she wasn’t in control of herself, and Derick’s lips seemed to be calling her; drawing her.

“Jen…Jen…you’re going to make me…”

Jen grabbed Derick’s head with her free hand, and pulled his lips down to hers. Furiously, she probed his mouth with her tongue. The faster her tongue darted around, the faster she pumped what her mind told her was her dick.

“Jen…” Derick whimpered and shuddered. Jen felt her/his penis spasm in her hand. A warm liquid splashed across her shirt and cascaded across her fingers.

She kept her lips glued to Derick’s, and slowed the rhythm of her now wet hand. With a smack she broke their kiss, and stared into his watery eyes. As one, they both cast their gaze down to the messy scene below.

“Wow, you came a lot. It’s all over me.” Jennifer opened her hand, and it came away with long strands of stickiness between her fingers.

“I’m sorry. I…I couldn’t stop.”

“It’s okay, I couldn’t either.”

The sound of a door closing in another room, alerted Jen to the fact that they were not alone. She started to get up, but her knees were stiff. Derick took her hands, and they both rose to their feet.

Standing, and holding hands, they stared at each other. Jennifer felt a mixture of emotions, from shame, to joy, and a tendril of lust. “What do we do now?” she asked gazing into the softness of his eyes.

“Well… I would love it, if you let me take you out tonight.”

“Oh, you mean, like a date?” Jennifer smiled at him.

“Yes, the first of many, I hope. Besides, you still haven’t shown me yours.”

Jennifer pulled her hands away, lifted her skirt, and with her dry hand, pulled her panties to the side. “Well, now you have.”

Derick took a deep breath, licked his lips, and gazed at Jennifer’s full pink lips protruding from a sparse red forest. “You are…there are no words.”

Jen reached for Derick’s right hand and then stopped. “Not this one, we don’t want any accidents.”  She then took his non-sticky hand, and guided it to her soft mound.  She sighed as Derick promptly slipped a finger inside of her. “Now…you’ve seen me, and you’ve…you’ve felt me.” She closed her eyes, and squeezed down as he moved his finger in and out of quivering sex. She forced herself to pull Derick’s hand away, and then lowered her skirt.  Her mouth opened to speak; she shook her head, and then closed her lips.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself,” Derick whispered, and stared up to the ceiling. “What were you going to say?”

“It’s okay, I’m glad you couldn’t. I was going to say, now, you have no reason see me tonight.”

Derick looked into her eyes, and Jen could see the pooling of tears. “I want to see you, because I like you. Not just,” he slipped his wet fingers between hers, “because we did this. I liked you before this.”

Jen smiled. “I feel the same. I can’t wait to see you tonight. I…”

“But, it’s not tonight, and these nasty tables aren’t going to clean themselves.” Both brown and green eyes turned to the old cook, standing at the door. “Boy, shouldn’t you be doing something other than occupying my worker?”

“Sorry, Ms. Claire; I’ll see you later, Jen,” Derick leaned down, kissed Jennifer, and then ran for the door.

Jen watched her new boyfriend run out the cafeteria, and felt a stab of pain.

“Don’t just stand there with that puppy dog look on your face. Get these tables clear before the dinner crowd comes in, and don’t think I don’t see all that stuff on your shirt. Go wash your hands, and put on an apron. Young people today…”

Jen skipped from the room in a happy daze, while singing a song. “The world looks mighty good to me…”