Sharing black--Lies and Deception (The whole begining again)

Jasmine

Day 1 10:50p.m. (high school) Tuesday
Rrrriiiinnnnnggggg!!!! The school bell rung for first lunch and I grabbed my books and left my Chemistry class and headed downstairs to my locker and for my lunch. 
“Jasmine!” a familiar voice yelled from behind. I turned around to find Tyrell Isaiah Jordan b.k.a. Black a.k.a. Rell, the schools finest line backer. I turned around. 
“Sup Black?”
“I haven’t seen you in a long time, what’s up?” He quizzed.
“Yeah I know, and we’ve been going to this school together for I what…don’t know… three years now.” I shook my head and he laughed it off. 
“How you’ve been?”
“Fine thanks!” Silence.

“Ok, well what are you doing Friday?” 
“I don’t have any plans if that’s what you wanted to know” I replied and cocked my head to the side and hugged my books tight to my chest to hide my hard nipples. Damn that boy could turn you on just by laying those gray on you. 
“Yeah well uh, I thought that you would come to the game and watch me play, then,” he continued, “we could maybe hook up after the game or lil’ sumpt’n, sumpt’n.” 
I looked deep in his gray eyes and was mesmerized. 
“Huh?” I stumbled. 
“Uh, the game Friday and sumpt’n after?” 
“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll be there.” I smiled and he returned one with those beautiful, straight, white teeth. 
“Alright then I’ll see you Friday then.” he said, winked at me, and ran off for his locker. 
I stood there with my mouth open, and watched him as he swiftly walked off and put his books in his locker, and rammed his muscular chest into a bunch his teammates. Black has a dark even complexion. Stands about 5’11” and weighs in at a sensational 230lbs of burning hot desire. I had to catch the drool that formed at the corner of my mouth before it rolled down my face. 

Black and I grew up in the same neighborhood that is until he moved away when he went to middle school. When I met him, I was in the kindergarten and he was in first. I never really noticed him looking this good while we were in grade school. He was a fat, sweaty, little black boy with thick wavy hair. You couldn’t really see his gray eyes cause his cheeks was so fat. Although he was very popular with the guys, he wasn’t popular with the girls at all. 

One time this boy named Paul the Bull, that was in his forth grade class, was bullying me. My third grade big mouth and me promised that I would kick his ass after school if he didn’t leave me alone. When he called me a bow legged bitch it was on then. I hated the fact that I was bow legged and pidgin toed. I guess it got back to Black about the fight after school and he came to watch. After school Bull and I stood face to face. I don’t remember seeing Black there at the beginning of the fight. 

I began swinging my fist at Paul and got a good two or three hit in before he grabbed hold of me. He grabbed me by the head and put me in a chokehold. By this time the pressure build in my head and I passed out. All I remember after that was that when I came to, Black was standing over Bull kicking the shit out of him. 

He then turned to me, helped me up and walked me home. Of course he tried to play the daddy role and tell me how I shouldn’t have done no shit like that. What ever! 
When he was in sixth grade, Sarita, LaVarius, Black, Antwon, and my other two friends named Latonia and Jalisa, we’d play a game called catch a girl, get a girl. Sarita and Latonia were the ones always being caught and got with. The boys’ll finger their little snatches until they literally came unto submission. They didn’t catch me too often cause I was too fast for them. 

Then we played truth, dare, double dare, and promise to repeat. Black always took double dare being all macho and shit. One time Jalisa double dared Black to kiss me on the titty. At first he just sat there and looked at me, then all of a sudden he smiled and crawled across the floor to me. He rose up my shirt and kissed my budding breasts. Of course I didn’t have on a bra ‘cause I didn’t have much tits to cover. His lips surrounded my nipple and sucked to make the smacking sound of a kiss. It made my pussy tingle. After that was over we’d go over to Sarita’s house cause her daddy was rarely home. She would break out this bottle and the boys will have to spin it first. Whomever the bottle top points to when it stopped then they were to go into the closet and do something to tell about. 

My first and last closet romp was with Black. In the closet he put his hands down in the back of my pants and grabbed my naked ass then he showed me his little dick. 

Although he moved from down the street in LA to the Long Beach after fifth grade, we still ended up going to the same high school together. 

First Lunch 10:50 a.m.
Through out lunch all I could think of was Black. How handsome he had become and how he had me so mesmerized. Mrs. Jasmine Monique Jordan has a nice ring to it. My mind began to dream of loosing my virginity to him. Will it hurt, will it feel good, is he big or….
“Sup Jas,” Sarita said and slapped me on the shoulder blade, as she placed her lunch tray next to mine. Damn why’d she interrupt me, I had a good thing going.

Sarita Shipmen was a thick, with a deep caramel complexion. She weighed about 190lbs and stood around 5’8”. She was way taller and heavier than I was. Her top half was of a small frame but the bottom half was fat. Round hips and a shapely ass that rose and fell when she walked. Never once thought I would be looking’ at another girls ass, but, with that fat ass you can’t help but to look at it bounce. 
Me, I am a mere 147lbs, 5’6½”, nice round ass and hips (if I should say so myself) and thick muscular legs and calf from running track every other day after school for Mr. Hogginsbay. Sarita’s 34B bra size paled in comparison to my 36C. 
“Was up Sarita?” 
“Nothing girl I got the bomb ass plan for Friday, you down?” 
“Well Sarita, Black did ask me to the football game that day, can we do it another time?” “It’s all good” she groaned, “it’s all good”. “Aaawwwwhhhh shit girl, what’s the dilly yo with you and ole’ Black huh?” She stuffs a French fry into her mouth. 
“Nothin’, girl he just asked me to come see him play and grab a burger after the game that’s all.” 
“Girl you know what that means,” 
“No!” 
“Don’t play dumb with me, cause you know he want that.” 
“Want what?” I questioned already knowing her reply. 
“That” she said pointing to my crouch. 
“Look now, don’t get mad but unlike you, every time someone asks me out don’t mean that they want pussy.” I fired, rolling my head and eyes at her. 
“Aahh Bitch don’t get fresh, I was just warning yo’ dumb ass, cause you know he got a girlfriend, and from the rumors I’ve heard, he’s a nympho!” 
“Damn girl why you dissin’ ole boy like that, and so what, he just asked me to a football game not my hand in holy matrimony! Anyway rumors are not always true, I’ve heard rumors about you!” I threw in. 
”They’re probably true, but anyway just be careful that’s all.” She laughed and finished her milk.

We ate and put our trays on the conveyer belt. Sarita and I went outside and that is where she revealed something I never knew. 
“Alright, I’ll tell you!” She took out a cigarette and started smoking it. 
“Well it was the year before last and he asked me to a football game.” she began. “I thought he liked me and wanted to date me but I found out later that he didn’t.” I could see the hurt in her eyes when she started to continue. “After the game I followed the team into the school then there he was kissing and clothes burning with Ronda outside of the locker room.” “I ran out side” she continued “I was so hurt, but by then it was too late.” She hung her head down. 

“Why’d you get mad, girl he only asked you to go to the game, not to go steady.” I said, thinking to myself that she was really overreacting about this. Then a tear fell from her eye. 
“Do you remember the baby I told you I put up for adoption?” Her stare sent ice through to my soul. 
“Yeah I remember… are you saying that…” 
“No,” she blurted, “ I’m just telling you to be careful, that’s all I’m saying.” she said and sniffed her nose. 
“Girl why didn’t you tell me?” 
“Tell you what, there’s nothing to tell. Look we can talk about this another time, just remember what I said and don’t tell no one about this.” I promised and the bell rang to end first lunch. 

1:17p.m. (school)
In my English Lit. Class I was truly disturbed about what Sarita had just told me. It ran through my mind like my track team around the field. The thoughts were so loud that I didn’t even hear Mrs. Jackson call my name. 
“Ms. Richardson,” she yelled at the back of the room. It startled me. 
“Yes Mrs. Jackson?” 
“I need you to take these papers down to the office and wait the others.” 
“Yes Mrs. Jackson,” I retrieved the papers and left her room for the office. 

As I walked down the hall to the office I didn’t even hear Black sneak up behind me. 
He grabbed my waist with one arm, lifted me up, and put his hands over my mouth to muffle my screams. He carried me towards the steps. Scared out of my mind. At that time, I didn’t know who he was or what he was trying to do so I began bucking and kicking. 
“Jas it’s me, it’s me,” Black said in order to stop me from kicking at his shins. He put me down and grabbed my hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I was so mad at him I could spit in his face, until I saw his face that is... 
Damn, He is so FUCKIN’ FINE!!! His hair fit his face so right. It was jet black, thick and wavy, cut in a short Afro and lined so perfectly. His skin dark chocolate, I could’ve lick his face. 

“Why the fuck you do that?” I asked and punched him in the arm. 
“Ouch! I said I’m sorry, damn.” 
I straightened my shirt and pulled my skirt back down. “What?” I asked pretending to be aggravated. 
“Come here” he said pulling me towards the stairs. 
“Come where?” 
“Over here, I wanna show you something!” His tug got harder and almost tripped me. 
Curiously I followed him to the bottom of the stairs to where the old and empty band room was. 
“Now what?” 
“Now this,” he said and plugged his mouth over mine. Scared, I tried to push him away but he was too strong. I dropped the papers that Mrs. Jackson gave me as he backed me against the wall. For a moment I was kissing him back, I ran one hand through his ’fro, the other hand went on his waist. I’ve always wanted him in more ways than one but fear got the best of me. He wrapped one arm tightly around my waist and grinded his erect middle against my leg. With the other hand, I felt him lift my shirt and then my bra. His big hand squeezed my tit until it hurt. Oh my God, what is he doing to me? He found my nipple and rolled and squeezed it between his first finger and thumb until it stung. His breathing became hard and loud through his nose. His lips felt like they were on fire on top of mine, everywhere mine went his followed with precision. I pulled his hands off my tit not yet able to remove my mouth from under his. He pulled my skirt up and grabbed my ass cheeks tight as he rocked his harden erection against my leg again. 

Things were moving too fast, my head was spinning. I had to get out of there before things went too far. When I managed to break free from his mouth…
“STOP Black!” I yelled almost to the top of my lungs. 
He stopped flooding my face with kisses and removed his hands from under my skirt. I pushed his arm from around my waist, slapped his Hershey chocolate face, picked up the papers I dropped, and ran upstairs. I looked back at him and he was rubbing his face staring up at me. I left him downstairs as I ran to the office. 

When I got into the office the secretary gave me a weird stare. I gave the secretary the papers and she left the room. I looked at myself after she left and realized why she gave me that awkward glare. While I stood there waiting for her to return I fixed my clothes. I could still felt my pussy tingling and my titty stinging from his rough hand. I sat down and rubbed my leg where Black’s protrusion jabbed against it. 
“Here you go Jasmine.” the secretary said and handed me the papers. 
I thanked her and left the office. When I returned to the class I passed Black in the hall. 
“You still coming to the game on Friday right?” I walked past him like I didn’t even hear him.
I entered my classroom and closed the door. 

2:20p.m. (After school)
Sarita caught up with me at my car and we started to drive off. 
“Watch out!!” Sarita yelled as Black jumped out in front of my car. 
“What the fuck are you doing’?” 
“Jas please, can I talk to you?” 
“NO!!” I sped off. 
“What was that about?” 
“He felt me up in the basement and I smacked him!” I fumed. 
“Wwwhhhaat?” 
“Yes! He felt me up and I smacked his ass.” 
“I told you to be careful with him.” 
“I know Sarita… but damn…” trailed off. Silence.
“You still going to the game Friday night?” 
“No, I don’t think so. I think I have to work.” 
“I’m goin’, It’ll be fun, please come with?” 
“I don’t know Sarita, I have to call work to see if they need me ‘cause you know Fridays be jam packed.” 
“Please Jas, I don’t want to go alone.” she begged. 
“You can go watch Antwon play since you like him so much and maybe the two of you can hook up.” 

Antwon Lamar Taylor b.k.a. Twon was the star quarterback and a fine one at that. He had long hair, much longer than mine, it went all the way down his back that he’d sometimes wore down, maJasty of the time it’s was in braids. He was slim and stood about 6‘1“ tall and weighed 190lbs. He had a vanilla complexion with freckles and a lanky build. He looked as though he should’ve played basketball more so than the football.
“Jas come on, you know Antwon don’t even know I exist.” 
“Well, what about Jay, you can hook up with him!”

JaVarius DreMond Hayes b.k.a. Jay was also a line backer, like Black. He wasn’t ugly, but he didn’t stand on the same platform as Black and Twon. He had a low cut fade. He stood about 6’ and weighed 244lbs. He wasn’t dark like Black but his skin was much darker than Twons. He had light brown eyes and a unibrow. When we were in grade school Twon and Black use to tease him by calling him the Mask because he had a long face. 

“What ever Jas, if you don’t want to go then say you don’t want to go!” She fumed.
“Well Sarita, like I said I don’t know. To tell you the truth, I wouldn’t care if I’d ever saw Black again after what he did to me in the basement today.”

I turned at her street and parked in front of her house. 
“Thank you!” she yelled as she jumped out the car, I’ll call you at 5:30 to see if you can still go with me.” 
I blew my horn in acknowledgement and drove home. 

5:36p.m. (home)
I answered the phone, “Hello?” 
“So do you have to go to work Friday?” Sarita asked. 
“Yeah Rita, I’m sorry.” 
“Yeah I’m sorry too!” she added. 
“Why don’t you come in Friday too, you could use the over time?” 
“Yeah I guess so, now that I don’t have anyone to go to the game with and you know I don’t want to go by myself.” She sulked.
“Ok then, come to work with me?” 
“Alright,” she said reluctantly. 

I hung up the phone and took my shower. I couldn’t help myself but to reminisce about the way Black touched me. How his strong hands touched my sexual parts while our lips made love. Just thinking about it made me mad horny. I stood under the hot stream of water and washing up. I massaged my pussy over and over until it tingled up my spine. I couldn’t take the teasing any more. I dropped the towel and assaulted my pussy. My clit ached for some action ever since Black groped me after lunch. 

I ran big circles around my clit. My hips gyrated on the flicker of my fingers and I began climaxed. The water from the showerhead beat upon my breast helping to bring me to my peek. I thought of Black’s big hands all over me as I came. The orgasm rocked me with waves of pure ecstasy and I almost fell to my knees. Wow, what a scrumptious way to end a shower. I finally got out, did my hair, got dressed, and picked up Sarita for work. 

LASHAUNDA

Tuesday 6:55p.m. LaShaunda’s kitchen
“Come on now stop moving, so I can finish your hair!” I barked at AnTwon sitting between my legs on the floor as I braided his hair. 
“I AM being still, you hurtin’ me!” he cried. 
“Do you want me to finish or not?” I questioned him pulling his hair and turning his head so he could face me. He had a mean glare. “Alright then. You need to cut your hair if you this damned tender headed.” I continued braiding. 
AnTwon’s hair was long and dark auburn, and reached well below his shoulder blade. He had fine little freckles and hair like his moms; she was a white, red headed older lady. He had a bit of his dad’s fiery attitude in him too. His dad was black but, his skin color was so light he could easily be mistaken for white. He had strong facial features like his dad, and his goatee made him look damn good. About three times a week, Black and Jay goes with him to the gym to work out, so he got a little buff to his build.