My best friends boyfriend is black

The flight from Florida landed late, the dry mountain air hitting me as I stepped off the plane. Salt Lake City. Not exactly my scene, but work had sent me, and I figured I’d surprise my best friend, Mia. We hadn’t seen each other in over a year. She’d moved out here after college, and I’d stayed in the humidity and chaos of Miami.

The Uber dropped me off at her address—a modest apartment complex near the university. I’d texted her that I was in town, but I wanted the full surprise: show up at her door, wine in hand, maybe crash on her place for a few days. Suck each other's pussies, scissor, finger one another, and even use strap on to fuck each other. As we usually did. Making each other cum as we usually did when we crashed together.

I rang the bell, already grinning. The door swung open, but it wasn’t Mia. It was a man. Tall, built like he spent hours in a gym, dark skin that gleamed under the porch light. He wore only basketball shorts, and his chest was a carved landscape of muscle. For a second I just stared, caught off guard.

“Hey—” I started, but then Mia’s voice came from inside: “Who is it, babe?”

Babe. My heart did a weird flip. She’d never mentioned a boyfriend. She’d never mentioned anyone. Let alone a black man. Knowing the kind of family she came from and the reaction they would have: just like my family, it would probably end in being disowned. It's no wonder she had kept it a secret. I concluded either the relationship was super fucking good or something else.

The man—Tyrone, I’d learn later—stepped aside with an easy smile. “Come in. Mia didn’t say she had company.”

I stepped into the living room, my sandals clicking on the laminate floor. Mia appeared from the hallway, her hair pulled back, wearing an oversized T-shirt. When she saw me, she squealed, threw her arms around me. “Oh my! What are you doing here? I thought your flight was tomorrow!”

“Surprise,” I managed, still processing the giant man now leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me with dark, curious eyes.

We made small talk. Mia explained they’d been together for six months, that he’d moved in two months ago.She was working up the courage to tell her family. She was clearly happy, glowing. And me? I was wearing a sundress so short it barely covered my ass. I’d packed for the heat, forgetting how the desert could cool down at night. Of I had known she was with someone, I would have worm something more appropriate. The dress was a flimsy yellow thing with thin straps, and I could feel the air on my thighs every time I moved.

Dinner was takeout Thai. We sat on the couch, Mia and I catching up while Tyrone ate in the armchair. He didn’t say much, but I caught him looking at my legs more than once. I pretended not to notice. But I did. The way his eyes lingered, the way he licked his lips after a bite of curry. My pussy clenched under the thin fabric of my dress. I had never been into anyone who wasn't white (or wasn't Mia) but it had been so long. Too long. Months of no dates, no hookups, no best friend to help, just my own fingers and a vibrator that had seen better days. I was up for anything to be honest.

After dinner, Mia yawned. “I’m beat. Early shift tomorrow. You can take the guest room—it’s the blue door down the hall.” She kissed Marcus on the cheek, then hugged me. “We’ll catch up properly tomorrow, okay?”

I nodded, my heart already hammering. The apartment went quiet. I changed into a tank top and the same short sundress—I hadn’t packed pajamas, stupidly—and lay on the twin bed in the guest room. The sheets smelled like lavender. I stared at the ceiling, listening to the hum of the refrigerator, the distant traffic.

Then I heard footsteps. Soft, careful. The creak of a floorboard outside my door.

The door opened without a knock. Tyrone stood there, silhouetted by the hall light. He was wearing only his shorts, and I could see the outline of his cock through the fabric. Thick. Long. My mouth went dry.

“Mia’s asleep,” he said, his voice low, his fancy accent sounded musical. “I wanted to… see if you needed anything.”

I should have said no. I should have said I was fine, that he should go back to bed. That it was wrong. She was my best friend.

But his eyes were on my legs again, and I could feel the wetness pooling between them. I sat up, letting the thin strap of my tank top slide off one shoulder. “What did you have in mind?”

He didn’t answer with words. He crossed the room in three steps, his hands gripping my ankles, pulling me to the edge of the bed. The dress rode up my thighs, bunching around my hips. My panties were soaking through. He knelt on the floor, his face level with my cunt, and hooked his thumbs into the elastic.

“You want this?” he asked, his breath hot on my skin.

I couldn’t speak. I just nodded, biting my lip.

He ripped my panties down—literally ripped them, the fabric tearing at the seam. Then his thick mouth was on me, his tongue flat against my clit, and I gasped, my hands fisting the sheets. He knew what he was doing. He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding into me without warning, two then three, stretching me open. I was so wet I could hear the sound of it, that slick, wet noise of his fingers pumping in and out.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face.

He pulled back, his chin glistening. “You’re gonna be loud. Don’t wake Mia.”

He stood, yanking down his shorts. His cock sprang free—monster was the only word for it. Dark, thick, veined, slightly curved upward, the head the size of a big plum. Pre-cum glistened at the tip. My heart raced. I’d taken big before, but this… this was going to split me open. I had never taken black. And I wanted it.

He climbed onto the bed, pushing my knees up to my chest. The angle was perfect. He rubbed the head of his cock through my folds, coating himself in my wetness, then pressed against my entrance.

“Last chance to say no,” he murmured.

I shook my head. “Don’t stop.”

He pushed in. I cried out—a strangled, breathless sound. The stretch was immense, a burning pleasure that made my eyes water. He filled me completely, inch by inch, until his hips were flush against mine. I could feel him in my throat. He paused there, letting me adjust, his forehead against mine. For the first time I understood what the craze about black men was all about. Black cock felt super fucking good.

“You feel so good,” he whispered. “So fucking tight.”

Then he started to move. Slow at first, deep, grinding strokes that hit every sensitive spot inside me. My legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper. His hands found my tits under the tank top, thumbing my nipples until they were hard peaks. I moaned,

"oooooh" He covered my mouth with his hand.

“Shh,” he hissed, his pace quickening. “You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you? That’s why you wore that little dress, isn’t it? You wanted this.”

I couldn’t deny it. I was a slut for him, for this massive cock stretching me, for the danger of being caught. I nodded against his hand, my eyes rolling back.

He fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass. The bed creaked, the headboard thumping against the wall. I was close, so close, that familiar coil tightening in my belly. He angled his hips, hitting that spot—that deep, spongy spot that made my vision go white—and I came, a sudden, violent orgasm that made me clench around him like a fist.

He groaned, his rhythm faltering. “Fuck, I’m gonna…”

He pulled out just in time, his cum shooting across my stomach, hot and thick. Streaks of white on my yellow sundress, my skin, the sheets. He collapsed beside me, breathing hard.

We lay there in the dark, the only sound our ragged breaths. After a moment, he got up, grabbed a towel from the hall closet, and handed it to me. “Clean up. I’ll see you in the morning.”

He left. I wiped myself off, my pussy still aching, still dripping with his come and mine. I pulled my ruined panties into the trash and lay back, staring at the ceiling.

I could have said no. I should have said no. But I was so thirsty, so fucking horny, that I let him—I wanted him—to use me the way he did. And when I closed my eyes, I was already thinking of the morning.