Deviant Suitemates

Thank you so much for your patience. I've been anxiously waiting for this and words cannot express how much I appreciate you all for sticking with me. You readers fucking rock! So hopefully these next stories will have been worth the wait.

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This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously, names and dates have been changed. All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!

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Erica was not in a good mood. She was doing her community service with a handful of other troublemakers in one of the most obscure buildings on campus. The Dean of Students gave the students a choice between moving broken furniture into a spare room, setting up remaining desks or sorting a mountain of paper.

Most students picked moving the furniture, but Erica was planning to meet Darin later and had worn a corset top under her hoody, with tight jeans. She picked the paperwork, though it would undoubtedly take longer.

It didn't help that two of the three students who were supposed to be helping kept taking frequent bathroom breaks. The smooth talking black guy had just left again for the bathrooms and the other chubby white girl was not picking up the slack. It was annoying both Erica and the other girl assigned to the task.

"If those two would stop leaving, we'd get done sooner," Erica grumbled under her breath when the white girl was up and peering down the hall.

"Right," the other black girl hissed. "And it's getting on my damn nerves!"

This thick black girl was wearing jeans and a half-buttoned up blouse that did nothing but show off her big, jiggly, heavy-looking breasts. She had a mane of kinky hair that bounced around her ears and neck.

"Wish they'd hurry up and fuck so we can just get this done," the girl said. She had thick hips, chocolate skin, though not as dark as Erica's skin.

"What you mean?" Erica asked. "He's trying to fuck her?"

"They been tryna fuck for the last hour," she whispered grinning at Erica. "You ain't noticed?"

Erica looked over in the chubby white girl's direction and she was paying them no attention. She was pretending to check her phone, but was really listening for signs of the Dean.

"Hey, I'm needing the restroom again," she said, vanishing without waiting for a response.

"Mmm," the black girl grunted under her breath. "Go get that dick, girl."

The two cackled at each other and got back to work. Erica learned the girl's name was Lisa and they were able to work at a faster pace with the other two students out of their way.

By the time the other two returned (the girl with a shirt hastily tucked back into her pants and the guy with a shrinking hard-on in his crotch), there were only a few more stacks on the table.

"Have fun?" Lisa asked. "Get everything you needed?"

The white girl looked away while the black guy smiled sheepishly. Erica and Lisa let the two newly-discovered lovers do most of the work while they chatted. Lisa told Erica about the on-campus party where she was arrested with a bunch of students.

"And what about you?" Lisa asked. "Why you in the big house?"

"I.. uhh.. The RA's caught me with weed," Erica said.

"Hahh, I knew I liked you," Lisa said. "You were burnin it down in the dorm huh?"

"No..no really I wasn't," Erica insisted, laughing at Lisa's accusatory stares. "I just had a lil pipe in my purse. I was in my boyfriend's dorm."

"How'd they smell a pipe?" Lisa asked. "Sounds fishy."

"I don't know," Erica said. "They just barged in."

"Hmmm sounds like someone snitched on y'all."

Erica hadn't thought about that until now, but...why did the RA's go to the room? They weren't doing walkthroughs and like Lisa said, they surely couldn't smell Erica's small pipe from the hallway.

They finished up and the Dean came by to check them out. He surprised them all when he gave them credit for ten hours on the evening. Erica was pleased because that meant she'd only have to do this one night of community service.

The only thing bugging Erica was the lack of response from her boyfriend. They were supposed to be meeting at a party. She'd been texting him all night, but he hadn't responded. When he didn't answer her call she groaned as she was leaving the building.

"Your dude still ain't texting back?" Lisa asked.

"No," Erica said grubily. "I don't know what his problem is. He's suppo--"

"So you've got nothing to do?" Lisa interrupted. "Aaand. No more community service?"

"Ugh, I'm so glad it was only one night of that shit," Erica said, feeling the weight lifting from her shoulders."

"So you might as well come to this BME party," Lisa said eagerly.

"BME?"

"Black Male Enterprises?" Lisa said. "You haven't seen them? The niggas wearin suits. They be all over campus."

Erica thought back over the course of the year. She had noticed every now and then spotting a few black guys wearing full business suits around campus. Erica had always assumed they were dressing snappy for some big interview or presentation.

"Is it a... fraternity?" Erica asked as they trekked toward the main campus, their feet crunching the light snow in the ground.

"No, it's more like a club," Lisa said. "They work with the IB Dubs... Innovative Black Women."

Lisa sighed at Erica's blank expression.

"We gotta hook you up with the Dubs," Lisa laughed. "You should come."

"I don't know."

"It's really just a kickback," Lisa insisted. "The Dubs are real cool. They-"

"YoYooo! Ya'll talkin bout dat BME party!?"

The black guy from their community service had run up behind them, eavesdropping on their conversation.

"You'recool with BME?" Lisa asked

"Oh yeahhh," he said. "We go wayyy back, ya know?"

"Uhhh?" Lisa and Erica.

"Who are you?" Lisa asked.

"I'm Amille," he said, holding out his hand to shake.

"Amille?" Lisa asked.

"Amille. Like 'A million dollas,'" he said smoothly, though blatantly checking out Lisa's cleavage, which she kept exposed, despite the cold.

Erica sized him up. If she hadn't already had a negative first impression, she'd have probably thought him cute. He had a big, bright, sly smile, with low faded and thin eyes. He had dark, bronze skin and full lips.

"Okay, Amille," Lisa said.

"If ya'll stay on my arm, I bet I could sweet-talk y'all in da door."

Lisa just rolled her eyes and shook her head, before turning to Erica.

"What'd ya say? You down?"

Erica fidgeted and glanced again at her phone.

"Girl, quit worryin about your boyfriend," Lisa said. "He obviously ain't worried about you."

Erica hesitated, then half shrugged.

"Alright..." Amille said. "Well, let me lead da w-"

"I take it, I'm invited," a voice behind them said.

The three looked around to see the chubby white girl from community service.

"Oh...heyyy, Veronica," Amille said. "You uh.. Headed back to your dorms?"

"No.. I was..." Veronica started. "..I figured you'd want to spend time with me ton-"

"Yeahhh, I'ont know about... ya know?" Amille said. "Probably just call ya later?"

"Mmmph,"Erica grunted, fighting back a grin.

"So what? I'm good enough to...?" Veronica paused, glancing forward at the two black girls, before dropping her voice to a harsh whisper. "...tofuck in a stall?But you can't take me to a party?"

"Awkward,"Lisa sang while Erica's eyes got wide, with a face that said 'Glad it ain't me.'

"What, I'm not pretty enough or something?" the chubby white girl asked.

"Nahhh, it'd just be too weird," Amille said, before looking over at Erica and Lisa for help. "Can't be showin up to no BME party with a snowbunny, right?"

Lisa and Erica silently agreed. A white girl at a BME gathering wasn't unheard of. But showing up with a colonizer in your arm would definitely get you some side eye.

Veronica got the nonverbal message and stomped off.

"Welp, now thatthat'staken care of," Amille said, turning to the girls and clapping his hands together.

Lisa looked at Erica.

"You down?"

"Oh, what the hell...might as well until Darin calls me back," she said.

"Yeah, and he might be at the party," Lisa said. "End of the year, should be poppin."

"I thought you said it was just a kickback," Erica said, following as Lisa and Amille took the lead.

"Yeah, just a poppin kickback," Lisa smiled.

The house party was just a short walk away and a few blocks off campus. It was indeed more lowkey than other house parties Erica had seen. There weren't any half-dressed girls stumbling about and no loud music blaring from the windows. It was just a one-story house with a few cars in the driveway.

Amille led the girls up to the door and knocked hard.

The door swung open after a few seconds flooding their faces with warm air and music. A black guy with a box cut stood in the doorway. He was in a slick brown suit and tie.

"Can I help you?"

"YoYooo man," Amille said. "How much to get in? Ladies free right?"

"Um... No. This is a private event."

"Private?" Amille said, eyes widening. "But.. uhhhh."

"Oh my Lord," Lisa interrupted. "Is Tyreke here? Ty? Is he here?"

The guy left them at the doorway to find the man named Tyreke and pointed him over. Erica was reminded of the Men in Black. Tyreke's dark skin was wrapped in a black suit and tie. His long dreadlocks fell over his round sunglasses, which he tugged off when he spotted the threesome.

"Ayeee! Lisa," Tyreke's booming, raspy voice echoed through the living room. "Come on in out the cold."

Erica was relieved as they came in, Lisa giving Tyreke a tight hug and Amille slamming the door behind them.

"This is my friend Erica... she's real cool," Lisa told Tyreke.

"Erica? Ayee! Welcome. This ain't my party but you welcome to it," Tyreke said.

"And this is... um," Lisa started. "What'd you say your name was? Abuck?"

"Am- Amille," he said, grimacing as Erica choked out a laugh. "What up though?"

They were in the living room of a smaller house with the kitchen straight ahead and a den to the right. Tyreke led them through the house, into the kitchen.

"Here we got drinks and I think they're still steppin in the den."

Lisa and Erica grabbed a drink and went into the den where a few girls were stepping to the music. The two long couches were stuffed with black students passing at least three blunts around. Tyreke left the girls to continue his host duties flashing the girls a smile and putting his shades back on.

Erica and Lisa stood around the edges, watching the IBW girls finish their routine to general applause. Once a slow grind came on, some of the guys on the couch stood to rope the IBW girls into dancing. This meant Erica and Lisa were able to snag a spot on the couch.

Erica didn't feel out of place in her jeans and corset top, though the official uniform of the Innovative Black Women's club seemed to be black leggings and a purple 'IBW' sweater. But looking around Erica saw multiple (fine-looking) black men in full suits and ties.

She didn't ask questions, instead choosing to gab with Lisa and check her phone. Still no answer from Darin. She was just going to complain out loud when Lisa interrupted her thoughts.

"Ooouh, look at India," Lisa sang.

Erica followed Lisa's eyes and saw a slender black girl with long straight hair twerking like crazy against some guy in a suit. Erica and Lisa sat drinking and smoking the occasional blunt passed their way while watching India rub her groin against the guy. She looked vaguely familiar to Erica.

Once the song ended India left one guy was pulled into another. This song was a slow jam and India rubbed her pussy against the guy's knee, her hands welcoming his touch along her tight black jeans. She was in a thin, black lacy blouse with a low-cut V-neck that displayed her modest cleavage.

"Okay," Lisa said, sitting up and swaying to the music. "I'm bout to get out there. You coming?"

"You dancin?" Erica asked.

"I'm bout to shake my ass on the dancefloor," Lisa replied, standing up and laying her coat over the arm of the couch. "I ain't come to sip drinks."

Erica laughed and figured she'd join her. The music was great and there were cute enough guys around. Erica followed Lisa's lead. They danced with guys while getting closer to India, who was now twerking with her sixth guy of the night.

"Having fun?" Erica was asked by her dance partner.

Erica looked to see who she was bouncing her booty on. Amille was back. He was holding Erica's waist in one hand and a bottle of Hennessy in the other.

"I ain't know you could move like this, girl?"

Erica was both amused and annoyed. She didn't really want to be twerking on Amille. But he was already pressed against her and they were already in rhythm. And he was holding a bottle of Hennesy.

"Oh, you wanna drink?" Amille said, watching her eyes. "Where's your cup?"

Erica cut her eyes at Amiile, before reaching for the bottle and turning it up. She took three big swallows of her favorite drink before leaning back against Amille. The two swayed to the beat with Amille getting a little handsy. Erica had to stop him from moving up to her plump tits.

As Erica swayed in Amille's lap, India was pulling away from her dance partner and was surprised to see her friend Lisa at the party dancing with some guy. Though she was not surprised to see Lisa's big boobs perking up out her blouse.

"Hey! How'd you get in?" India asked Lisa.

"Fucked a guy," Lisa said, making India cackle. "Where's your other half, boo?"

"Oh... uh.. yeah..I'm a free girl!" India said, holding her hands up with a shrug.

"Whaaat!? Since when, girl!?" Lisa was so shocked that she quit dancing.

"Ehh... it's a long story."

"I bet it ain't," Lisa laughed. "This is my friend Erica!"

They only talked for a few seconds before the guy dancing behind her grew impatient and pulled Lisa's booty back into his crotch.

The girls danced for only a few short minutes before Lisa noticed Erica's distress. Their new friend Amille was getting a little gropey and Lisa could tell Erica was getting fed up. Erica was just about to tell him about himself and maybe give him a good slap when Lisa cut in.

Lisa shoved off her own dance partner, used her ample cleavage to distract Amille, before dancing between him and Erica. Erica smiled at her new friend and signaled she needed to use the restroom. Lisa understood and grabbed India. The three pushed out of the dance floor and made their way to the bathroom, with Erica thanking Lisa for hopping between her and Amille.

As they passed by the front door looking for the restrooms, a few guys came into the house, let in by the host Tyreke. Fighting through a group of guys, Erica made it into the bathroom halfway down the hall while India and Lisa waited.

"So what happened?" Lisa asked India. "You finally kicked Viv to the curb?"

"No.. it's not like that," India said in her deep voice. "The other day was..we got into a fight."

"Like you actually fought back or she just screamed at you?"

"No, I definitely started it," India said. "But after.. She was...pretty disrespectful."

"What she say?"

India hesitated. Her memory was flooded with the feel and taste of white townie pussy squirting all over her pretty, startled face.

"I don't wanna talk about it," India said. "So, I packed up my stuff while she was at work and left."

"And where'd you sleep?"

"In my car."

"Why didn't you call me!?"

India explained that since term was nearly over, she could get a dorm or apartment when they came back from break. By the time Erica returned from the bathroom Lisa had invited India to stay at her apartment.

"No wonder you out here dancing like a hoochie," Lisa teased as Erica rejoined them. "I guess we're all single tonight!"

"Aye! Look who it is!" a voice yelled.

The girls looked around and India and Erica did a double-take. It was the light-skinned, shorter guy who stayed in the O'Bannon dorms.

"Oh.. it's um-" Erica started, recognizing her boyfriend's old buddy.

"Byron!" India said, as Byron moved in for a hug.

Byron had managed to tag along with some upper classmen from his class. None of them were surprised when he spotted the girls and broke away.

"Hey India. Hey Erica! Did I hear that right? It's a single ladies night?" he asked.

"It's singles... every night," India said in her deep voice. She turned to Lisa. "This is my friend, Byron."

Lisa eyed Byron up and down. Erica was surprised Byron remembered her name. India was glad Byron's eyes weren't glued to Lisa's tits like every other guy at the party.

"So.. you're finally a free girl?" Byron said, detecting an alcoholic slur, hidden in India's hood accent. "That Viv was a nightmare."

"Hey now," Lisa grunted. "We ain't talking about her."

"Good!" Byron said, pulling a pint of dark liquor from his jacket. "Then let's celebrate."

"Ouuuh, you got a good one," Lisa said and she led the way to the dancefloor where the music was still bumping.

"Ouh boy, you lookin like you like what you see,"the music sang. "Won't you come over and press up on it? Watch me how I check up on it."

Byron was remembering the time he waffled on going to college. He thought perhaps going straight into the workforce was the right idea.Why go into debt, when you can stack paper?He wished he could go back in time and slap some sense into his former self.

The girl-to-guy ratio at this "kickback" was three to one. Most were IBW girls in their matching sweats and T-shirts, but Byron was entangled with three single-looking black girls, each dancing like Beyonce.

"If you got it, flaunt it. Boy, I know you want it,"the music sang."While I turn around, you watch me check up on it."

India was a smooth dancer. She worked her hips and her pussy against Byron's groin, holding his butt with one hand. Byron held India's waist and rubbed along her tight jeans. He resisted reaching for her smaller tits instead rubbing her long legs and toned booty.

"You watchin' me shake it. I see it in your face. Ya can't take it, it's blazin', you watch me in amazement,"the music sang.

Erica was a twerker. She had a bouncing booty and she knew how to work it. Erica's juicy tits rocked in front of her attracting a lot of male attention. Byron, however, kept his eyes on her soft, round, booty as it massaged his dick through his jeans.

"You can look at it, as long as you don't grab it,"the music sang. "If you don't go braggin' I might let you have it."

Lisa was a wild dancer. First, she danced chest to chest with Byron, with her big breasts rocking and jiggling her blouse. Then she twisted around with her curvy ass out, thrusting back hard against Byron.

After rotating through the girls for a few songs, Byron was ready to make a move. The party was dying down and he could see couples starting to pair off. He knew he wanted India. Not only was she newly single, but she seemed worked up.

Dancing with Byron, India's hips rocked with his and her pussy was glued to his groin like a magnet. But when they switched dancers, Byron didn't like the look in Amille's eyes when she danced on him. Surely, he could feel the same thing he did.

When Amille took his eyes off the prize to smoke a blunt that was passed to him, Byron disengaged from Lisa's big tits and pulled India into him.

A slow jam came on and India fell into Byron's arms.

"It's seven o'clock on the dot. I'm in my droptop,"sang the music. "Cruisin the streets."

India felt her hips start to swirl on their own. She also felt a nice, hard dick in Byron's pants.She hadn't had that since getting to college.