u/ShockTheSystem1

I sent my friend a post on Instagram showing the average sizes of each country and we ended up discussing how African countries are all at the top. She has never dated a Black man before but she played along and admitted that Black men must be bigger. I was curious if there are other safe for work things I can send her to keep the conversation going. I don’t want to bring cuckolding or things like that into it yet cause I’m worried it’ll freak her out so I want to start slow. I also sent her memes like snickers bar being bigger than snickers white chocolate bar or a girl wishing for a big black cock but getting a black rooster and being disappointed. I was hoping for some advice, thanks in advance!

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They always say college is the best years of your life. You make new life long friends, party all night, and meet the girl of your dreams.

I would agree with the first part, but the reason those were the best years of my life isn’t the same reason as everyone else. I loved those four years because they helped me unlock a fantasy that shaped who I am. But I’m getting ahead of myself, it all started all the way back during orientation of freshman year.

At the young age of 18, I was away from my family for the first time. Dorms were a requirement for freshmen and since I didn’t know anyone at my college, I was paired with a random international student. Our orientation dates were different however, so I walked into the campus for the first time feeling completely alone.

They quickly split us up into groups of eight, each group walking through a different part of campus. Everyone in my group paired up and started getting to know each other as we walked over the sidewalks, leaving me and one other person.

I’d had crushes in high school, but never got past second base, but the moment I saw her I could feel this time it would be different.

She had luscious, long, black hair, tied into a messy bun, loose strands framing her beautiful face. Round glasses sat on top of her small nose, and her nose ring gleamed in the sunlight. She was on the shorter side, with dark eyes, caramel skin and a petite body.

“Hi, my name is Zara” She said with a smile that melted my heart in seconds.

I was at a loss for words, stumbling my way through the introduction “I-I’m Robin. Nice to meet you Zara” I extended an awkward hand for her to shake.

She smirked and took my hand in hers “nice to meet you too” and that was how I first felt her soft skin on mine.

Turns out we had a lot in common. We were both immigrants (me from the Middle East, her from India), both engineering majors (although I was mechanical and she was electrical), and we lived in the same dorm building.

We even had one class together for the first semester! That night when I went to sleep, I thought I’d found my soulmate. I was already imagining our wedding, if only I knew what was in store for me.

The next couple of weeks we got settled into college life. We sat next to each other in class, would eat lunch at the dining hall together, and we even hung out outside of class once to study.

She was the closest friend I had at the college, and that scared me. I was afraid if I asked her out and she turned me down, I would lose the only person who was willing to talk to me and hang out with me, so I kept delaying it.

Every morning I would tell myself this is the day I ask her out, and every night I would go to bed telling myself tomorrow will be the day.

This went on for the next few months, as we quickly approached finals of the first semester. By that point we would even hang out at her dorm since her roommate was out most of the time. It got to the point that I would go to her room unannounced and knock almost every day after classes.

But then everything changed on the last day of classes before finals started. I knew we didn’t have any classes together the following semester, and with Christmas break right around the corner, I was scared I would lose her if I didn’t do anything now.

So I made the perfect plan. After class I would go to her dorm with the textbook, saying we should study for the finals. I’d bought some Chick Fil A for us to eat too, making sure to get her favorite, and the optimistic side of me even put a condom in my wallet. I knew that was stupid, best case scenario I’d have the courage to finally ask her out, but there was no way I’d get to actually use the condom tonight.

Still I decided to put it in my wallet and make my way to her room. I rode the elevator all the way up to the eight floor and walked toward room 806. As I made my way through the hallway, I heard it.

It was faint but grew louder with each step. Hearing people have sex wasn’t that uncommon in college. Specially with the thin walls and horny freshmen walking around the dorm so I didn’t think much of it.

The moaning continued and grew louder as I made my way to her room, and when I stood in front of her door, I knew for certain that the noise was from inside.

I froze in place, my heart racing. Surely I was mistaken. It can’t be her. If she was seeing someone she would have told me. It must be her roommate. I was sure of it, she always went out and Zara told me she would bring over guys often.

I pulled out my phone and texted Zara, asking where she was as I turned to leave, but then I heard the faintest buzz from inside the room. Again I tried to rationalize it in my head. I clearly misheard it, the moaning was so loud there was no way I could have heard a phone buzz.

But I had to make sure. I leaned against the door and sent another message. Nothing. I let out the breath I was holding, smiling to myself. I turned to leave again, hoping I could find her in the study lounge and continue my plan.

“Oh fuck! Harder!” My heart shattered. It was her voice. Suddenly I felt my head spinning, my heart beating in my chest. I became more aware of the noises from inside the room. I could now make out the bed creaking, the guy grunting, and Zara’s sweet, innocent voice moaning louder and louder. I could hear the sound of skin slapping against skin and my mind couldn’t stop from imagining her legs wrapped around a guy’s waist.

I couldn’t let this happen, I had to stop it. She was my soulmate, I wasn’t going to give up so easily.

I knocked loudly against the door before I knew what I was doing. The sounds stopped abruptly. I heard soft whispers I couldn’t make out along with sound of shuffling clothes. After a few seconds the door opened and Zara stood there. She was wearing an oversized hoodie, and I couldn’t tell if she was wearing any panties or not. She didn’t have her glasses on and her hair was disheveled. Her lips looked puffy and a bead of sweat was running down her forehead.

But from the corner of my eye I saw something that shocked me even more. Behind her I saw the guy she was with. He hadn’t bothered putting any clothes on and had an unapologetic smile. His semi hard cock was dangling between his legs, covered by a condom that looked too tight. My eyes moved up his body, through his small patch of pubic hair, his toned abs, and muscular frame until they landed on his face.

The face I saw was my roommate.

“Oh hey Robin, what are you doing here?”

I’ve written too much already for this post so I’ll leave it there. If this gets enough support I’ll continue the story of my four years of college, and how I became the notorious cuck on campus.