Cindy was from a small town in Nebraska. Though her parents worried about her, she felt glad to enroll at a large university in Colorado. There she would learn so much. And her first lesson came very quickly: the roommate assigned to her at the dormitory was an African-American.
The girl's name was Crystal, and she was a sophomore studying communications. Cindy tried very hard to get along with Crystal, all the more so since she felt her parents and even her community was a little racist. She wanted to prove she wasn't.
One night they had several beers--also a first for Cindy. It was Crystal's idea, and Cindy wanted to go along. If she didn't--the thought occurred at the back of her mind--she might be considered racist. Crystal liked to jokingly refer to Cindy as "white girl." Crystal herself was a light-skinned black, with straight black hair and a nice body. Cindy was envious of Crystal's C-cup breasts and her perfectly round ass. As for Cindy, she often felt plain. But actually, with her mole above her lip and her long platinum blonde hair she sometimes gathered with a scrunchie, she was attractive to many of the men on campus. She had pretty green eyes, which even Crystal commented on how pretty they were. When Cindy heard the compliment, her heart did a flip-flop. Later she had gone to the mirror to look at her eyes; yes, they were actually pretty. Crystal was right, as usual.
As they got a little drunk, Crystal talked about how hard it was being black in America. Cindy showed sympathy, but Crystal got angry, thinking she was being patronized by "white girl." But Cindy assured her that yes, she really felt bad about slavery and everything.
"You do, huh," Crystal said, smiling slightly.
"Yes! I'm very sorry about how... how... you know..." Cindy trailed off, confused.
"Well, forget it, WG. I'm going to check my emails."
Crystal sat before the computer in their small dorm room. She was wearing a white tank top and blue shorts. Cindy wanted to say something else, thinking she had offended this person she had only met last week. But her mind was blank. Crystal got online, but then suddenly she let out a curse.
"Shit," she said.
"What is it?" Cindy said, still trying to get used to the casual use of swear words.
"What did you do to the computer? You broke it!"
"Wha, no, no-- I, I--"
"Well, what is this shit, then?"
Crystal pointed a finger at the screen. There was an error message. It seemed serious. Cindy had no idea what it meant, and she felt her face heat as she realized she might very well be responsible. Earlier that day she had logged on, but something funny happened, and then she shut the computer--which was Crystal's--off.
"I'm SO sorry! Really, I didn't know, but maybe..."
"Nu-uh, don't touch anything! Shit, you're going to make it worse."
Maybe it was beer, but Cindy suddenly started to cry. She felt horrible. What if she had broke Crystal's computer? What could she do?
"How can I make it up to you? I know, I'll do you're homework! For a week--how's that?"
Crystal turned around and looked at Cindy. She looked Cindy up and down. Then she shook her head. "No," she said. "This is bad. Real bad. More than just doing homework."
"Oh, well, your laundry...?"
"Stop crying. You're pathetic."
"I'm sorry."
"Listen, I'll forgive everything, but you'll have to do something."
"OK, anything!" Cindy chirped, drying her face.
"All right. You should have to be my slave for one night. Tonight."
Cindy looked into Crystal's eyes. She felt dizzy, as if she was being put under a spell. Her mouth went dry. "I-- I don't know, I--"
"Forget it, then."
"No! No, I'll be--your slave. For tonight."
"Okay, then."
"I'll get your laundry...?"
"No." Crystal smiled. She looked Cindy over. "I want you to undress. Take off all your clothes."
"What? But, I--"
"DO IT!"
Cindy jumped. The shouted commanded seemed to rob her of her reason. Somehow she felt her hand pulling off her shirt. Trembling she pulled it off and revealed her white-cotton bra.
"Now, the bra."
"But why?"
"You're my slave, aren't you? Did my people ever ask why when they were made to do things??"
Cindy hung her head. Finally, getting up her courage, she unhooked her bra and let it fall. After all, they were both girls, she thought. Crystal stared approvingly as Cindy's perfect breasts--small, but perfect. She felt herself get very excited. She couldn't believe White Girl was obeying her orders!
"Now your pants. Come on," Crystal said.
"Oh God..." But Cindy did as she was told. She unbuttoned her jeans, worked them off her body, and stood before Crystal's admiring gaze. Crystal was about to speak, but Cindy anticipated her. She rolled off her underwear as well. Now she was naked.
"Very nice," Crystal said. "Now, slave, I want you to please me..."
"How?" Cindy said in a trembling voice.
Smiling, with one swift motion, Crystal yanked down her shorts. Cindy gasped. Crystal was wearing no underwear. She stared down at the black-haired pussy, not believing what she was seeing.
"Come over here, slave. On your knees."
Cindy hesitated. Crystal shouted the order again. Finally, her knees buckled, and Cindy lowered herself to the floor. Crystal smiled.
"That's a good slave. Now, please me. Eat my pussy, slave."
"Oh God."
"DO IT!"
Obediently, Cindy leaned forward into the black hairy bush. She had no idea what to do. Crystal grabbed Cindy's platinum hair and pulled the unresisting girl between her legs. Cindy brought out her tongue and licked once. Then again.
"Ummmm, that's nice. Keep going."
Cindy, moaning, licked between the folds of the pussy. She brought her mouth on it, her nose riding in the black pubic hair. Nothing was in her head except hoping that Crystal would be pleased. She breathed loudly as she worked her tongue up and down the wet pussy. Crystal moaned. This encouraged Cindy, as she licked harder.
"Look up at me, slave, while you eat my pussy."
Cindy looked up, her pretty green eyes shining. She kept licking and licking, moving her mouth around until Crystal let out a prolonged sigh and then a little yelp. She began to cum and Cindy lapped as much as she could. Finally, Crystal pushed the girl away.
"I'm very pleased," she said. "But I'm not through with you yet, slave. My people have a long list of grievances....."