Chapter 3 - Lara'd

"You look terrible," was the first thing Lara said when she saw me. 

 If only you knew what I went through... I had barely made it back in time to get to our date - further complaints were unnecessary. 

 We met at the boardwalk, prepared to have a nice long walk and possibly go to the park. Lara came dressed in an Iron Maiden shirt long enough to cover her ass and a pair of weathered jeans.

"What happened to your outfit?" 

"Hmm?"

"I thought you said you would wear something even better for me today."

"The day isn't over, is it? I might. First you have to earn it."

"That guy didn't have to earn it."

 The half-closed, challenging eyes flashed. "Are you sure about that?"

 I still couldn't get over how she had dressed up for him. That she invited him into her home. And all of this before she and I did anything at all... 

"You're cute when you're jealous."

"So that's it? You want to see me jealous? You don't have to try this hard."

"Oh, that's not it at all. But it's a nice bonus, I think." She paused. "Aren't you going to ask me if I had a nice time with him? I did."

 My eyes were closing by themselves. Practically sleepwalking. And then there was the racket of all the stores and passesby, combined with her endless, petty pestering... 

 We even spotted some people from school. Velvet, Miranda, Triss... All of them on dates, all underdressed and showing off their flat tummies and bouncing boobs. Every single one of them out with a black guy that either had a hand resting on the upper part of their ass or simply carried their weight effortlessly. 

"It kills you inside, doesn't it? To see all of them getting blacked?"

"Why would it bother me in the slightest?"

"Because you aren't black," stated Lara matter-of-factly.

 I shrugged. "I don't mind any of it."

"Oh, me neither. I love it. They look fantastic." 

 I couldn't tell if she was referring to our schoolmates, their boyfriends, or both. Admittedly... It did bother me a little to see all of these girls I thought were unapproachable and chaste for years give themselves over to the new black students with whorish lust.

 In fact, the more I looked now, the more I could see interracial couples of black on white everywhere. Not so much among the older couples, but with the younger ones it seemed predominant. 

 I meant to say something to Lara to the effect that we should be heading to her place when her name got called out.
 
 Charging out of a crowd, I saw the same guy from before, the study buddy...

"Hey, what's up?" 

"Not much," said Lara. "Just out with a friend." 

 A friend? It was odd how the study buddy and I barely knew each other, despite being in the same school and sharing many of the same classes. Completely different worlds. 

"Hey..." he started, once more taking her braid between his dark fingers. He touched it suggestively. "I really enjoyed hanging out together yesterday, and I was wondering if you're free tonight."

 In response, Lara gazed into his eyes lovingly and blushed a deep crimson. "Tonight? Sure!" 

 Tonight? But we were on our date! This is our day!

 I wanted to scream at her but couldn't get the courage with the buff study buddy so close by. Fucking Study Buddy. That would be his name. I just stood by and watched as she agreed to cut our date short and go out with him instead. 

 But that was nothing. 

 Study Buddy took her fingers in his hand and pulled her close, kissing her right on the mouth. I thought Lara would pull back immediately, but didn't even make an attempt. She only made out with him for what seemed like an eternity, then waved as he ran back to his people.

 My heart just stopped working. She kissed him right in front of me, without a problem. On the day we were supposed to have our first, proper kiss. I was only her "friend."

 Tears of rage were coming to my eyes.

"What's wrong?" 

 I refused to speak. I walked alongside her, determined not to let this break me. To hell with this whore. I had been mistaken about her all along. I just needed to go back to my regular life, and forget all this about dating and romance. It was all bullshit. Why would I need any of this?


"You kissed him," I snapped. My voice trembled in uncontrollable, whimpy and high-pitched way that made me embarrassed. But I couldn't help it. She had broken me with this. "Before you kissed me."

"If you talk to me in that tone, I might not kiss you at all," she threatened coolly.

 I couldn't believe it. I looked into her eyes and saw no regret, no remorse, no doubts, no second-guesses, no empathy - nothing, nada, zilch. 

"If you don't apologize to me right now, I'm never speaking to you again," I said.

 She cackled in my face. "Really? Well, tell you what. Unless you apologize, you won't speak to me ever again. I never said I wouldn't kiss you. In fact, I'm out on a date with you. But if you want, we can call it quits right now. You can fuck off, and I'll be on my merry way."

 I simply couldn't understand where this was coming from. Had we not been semi-together for years now? Did we not talk all day long at school and online once we got home? She had visited me daily while I lay in bed, ill and contagious. How could she be speaking this way? Was all of it suddenly brushed away?

"You don't mean that." My wheezing voice spoke of my genuine fear.

"I do. Either you respect me and treat me right, or I'll find a person that does."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that you let me do whatever I want, and you don't try to act like a controlling asshole. And in return, I'll be good to you as well. I love you, you know. I don't want things to be this way. But you're putting me in the corner, and I'm a winner."

 What the fuck? What was this cringy nonsense? Had she suddenly discovered radical  feminism overnight and gone fucking mad? "By saying you shouldn't kiss that guy?"

"Yes! So what if I kiss him? How does it bother you?" 

"Because you're mine."

 Lara stabbed me savagely in the chest with her finger and pushed me back, saying, "Not yet!" Then she walked off, her braid bouncing with every dismissive, bitchy step that she took.

 I knew I stood at a crossroads. 

 Either hold my ground, pray for the best, and win big, or possibly die alone and unloved, talking to a fucking volley ball like Tom Hanks. 

 Or I could put aside my dignity, my manhood, follow her hoping for scraps as she went out of her way to make it clear that I wasn't her first nor her favorite. 

 I chose the second. 

 I told myself that I needed to stop loving her anyway, so I might as well speed up the process by letting her walk all over me, so long as it meant getting some sexual favors I had earned over the years in the process. 

 Of course, I was rationalizing my becoming a cuck to her, and I somewhat aware of this fact, but I couldn't stop myself. I spent years dreaming of fucking her. It wasn't like the others would stop fucking her if I cut away my own chances - they'd probably do it more.

 She sat on a bench, her legs crossed, staring at me as I approached in that smug way girls do when they lift their heads up in disgust and look at you over your nose. "I see you've come to your senses."

 I sighed. "I guess." 

"Well? Apology?" 

"I am sorry," I forced myself to say. 

"Why?" she asked, toying with her braid, and me at the same time. "Why are you sorry?"

 Seriously? "Because I have no right to tell you what to do or who to do it with." 

 She sniffed with contempt. "That's right, you don't." 

 I waited, wondering if this would be it.

All around us, people were passing by in their normal lives, while I was waiting on a blessing from my new tsaritsa from hell. 

"You know what I hate? That now I feel like you don't love me or care about me."

 She said this. To me. After she had just kissed a guy? I had no idea what was going on. 

"But I do."

"Then why are you against me being happy? Why do you keep trying to put yourself first? Here's a tip for you, that guy asked me to go out with him yesterday, too. But I didn't. Why? Because we had our date. I wanted to be here for you. I chose you." 

 And then kissed him right in front of me. Amazing. "I understand. I just don't want you to be with another guy." 

"I'm not though. That's my point." 

 After a while she got up with a sigh, and I followed her home. In no way did things seem resolved, but what was I to do? Anything decisive and rational was out of the question.

"You should come with me to that party tonight."

"Why?"

"You said you wanted to spend time with me, didn't you?" 

 The idea of being there while Study Buddy was looking to fuck her scared the shit out of me. He had invited her. Anything else would just be a sign of provocation. And while I could try to make my case before her, I doubted a guy twice my size that barely knew me would care that much. 

 Once we were at her place, she served me a drink, and I sat in the open and lofty living room waiting for her to reappear. 

 She emerged out of her room wearing a loose silken robe that curtain over her form and rustled with every step. She came up to me.

"Well?"

"What?"

"Aren't you wondering what's under this? You remember I said something to you."
 
 That was still on the table? I became hyper-alert, watching her intensely. 

"Now, tell me you'll be good. Tell me you'll be the most loving and supportive boyfriend in the world, if I agree to be yours."

 I could only stammer. "I will."

"Is that so? So you won't bitch anymore about me and other guys?"

"No..."

"Why?"

"Because I love you and I trust you. And you deserve to have the best."

 Lara grinned, overly-satisfied by the answer. She sashayed over in slow-motion, torturing me with the sensual movement of her hips, then lifted a tanned leg from under the robe and pressed her foot uncaringly onto my hardening cock.

"If I told you that yesterday I made out with that guy, what would you say?"

 Strangely, maybe due to the pressure and warmth of her foot on my cock, it got that much harder. Somehow, in this aroused state, even picturing her making out with that guy seemed worthwhile...
  
 But I couldn't seriously believe that she had done that. 

"Did you?"

 She nodded thoughtfully. "I did. He is a great kisser. I only put on those clothes to tease you, but right as I was about to undress the doorbell rang. I thought it was my mom coming back to pick up the keys, but he had come early. 

"So I invited him in and we started talking. Let me tell you, he put the moves on me real quick. You know, grazing his fingers over my skin, letting his arm hover just over my shoulder without putting it down, but slowly lowering it till he had me in his grasp. At first, I resisted. Then I wondered why. After all, he turned me on. So why not enjoy it?

"Things got a little more intimate then, I guess. I got used to having his hands on me, and as he tried to go a little further each time, I didn't exactly stop him." 

 I was breathless. I wanted to touch my cock, but couldn't. She kept it crunched underfoot with her powerful leg, as if trying to squish a worm. Yet... the pain and felt oddly satisfying. I knew that at this point I was so aroused that if I touched myself I would just squirt pathetically and go back to being upset that any of this happened. At least in this state, I only wanted to hear more...

"What happened?" 

"Huh?"

"What happened after..."

"Oh..." she said, making a face. "You're interested now, are you? I thought you hated even the idea of me kissing other guys."

 I laughed. What else could I do? I was being broken in like a crazy cockslut. "Please... I'll do anything."

"Convince me." 

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath. "I want you to be free. The most free person that's ever been in a relationship. I won't say anything, I'll just let you do anything. And I'll support you. I'll support it all..."

 Lara winked. Slowly, she tugged at the robe, letting it off her shoulder of its own momentum, then flutter down to the floor. She was naked. Completely naked. She ran a finger from her coinslot pussy up her toned stomach, leading up to her perfect round and perky breasts. So soft that they jiggled tantalizingly with easy, confident breaths. 

 Whatever my reaction was, she chuckled grimly. "So, about yesterday... Well, like I said, I was slowly softening up to his touch and you weren't responding. He began to talk me up, telling me how he always thought I had been hot but never dared to approach me, and how happy he was that we were doing the project together. 

"He leaned in to kiss me, and then... I kissed him back. It felt good. Really good. I had never kissed anyone in my life. Ever. And truth be told, I never imagined it would be... you know, a black guy. But it was good. Better than good, it was great. He knew just what to do to get me going.

"His hands massaged my breasts as he kissed my neck and sucked on my tongue... But when I looked down, I saw that he had taken it out. His cock. It was just - there! I think I laughed because I just couldn't believe how big it was..."

"Did you touch it?"

 Her brows arched. "Did I? Hmm? Do you wish that I did, honey? Do you wish that I had taken his big black cock in my frail white hand?" 

"Yes." 

 Lara laughed and laughed at me. I couldn't blame her. Suddenly, I couldn't hear enough of this. I wanted her to confess to me that she had done the most depraved things imaginable out of love for his big black cock, a desire unable to be contained, not by her love for me, not by her values, not by anything...

 "It really was huge. Both my hands, and I couldn't grab it all the way to the head. But I stroked it for him, and I watched the way he threw his head back... He didn't even have to ask me. I just brought my mouth down and started kissing it for him, making a home for its massive head in my mouth, letting that sweet, sweet taste bury itself in all my buds. It tasted so good, darling... I couldn't get enough. I can't wait to have it again!

"I never thought of myself as a slut. Ever. After all, I never went out of my way to sleep with anyone. Hell, I'm still a virgin," she said, giggling at the absurdity of that fact. "But in that moment, baby, in that moment - I became his slut. Nothing matter but pleasuring him. Nothing. Everything faded out of meaning except his beautiful black dick. 

"And he knew just what to do, sweetie... He caressed my braid and pushed his cock up into my throat, telling me what a good job I was doing, patting me as I were a little girl learning her first important lesson. I guess I was. This little girl was learning to love big black cock." 

 My cock was so hard and so tortured under her foot that it went entirely numb. It had so much to give, and was so ready to burst, that to do anything but that brought only pain. I wanted release now. I needed it.  

"You've always wondered why those girls at school were switching over. Well, I can tell you now. Because black guys are so much better. In every way. No wonder even Yenn went crazy for it. There's absolutely nothing like it. No whimpy white dick can come close to what they have to offer."

"Baby..." I tried to find m voice. "I... I need to come..." 

"Why would you? You don't deserve to come. You've done nothing. Less than nothing. Why would you deserve to come? Go on, tell me."

"I don't know. I'm just so horny."

"Too bad. Tell you what, honey. I'll take your cock out for you right now. If your cock is worth my time, I'll jerk it and suck it for you, and make you come as much as you want. But. But. If it's a tiny little white dick you can't even grab with one hand, I won't do a thing. Not only that, but you won't ever hear a story from me ever again. Got that? So. Choose."

 The choice was no choice at all. I already knew there was no way I could compete with a big black cock... I still remembered the first time I saw one in porn, and how weak and inferior I felt when looking at my own.

"Lara..."I begged. "Please. Please..."

 She grinned, showing me her little white teeth. She mangled my cock under the heel of her foot, sending agony and pleasure up my entire body. She was simply too amused by my vulnerability and humiliation. "What?" 

"What if I just stroke myself?"

"Hmm. What do I get?"

"Whatever you want..." 

"No, I'll tell you what we will do. From now on, you will get to come - but only with my permission. If I find out you've come without my say so, I'll cut you off. Just like that. Do you understand?"

"Yes..." 

"Now, if you want to earn coming... You'll help me. I want to get ready for the party. I want you to help me pick an outfit, and get myself looking pretty for our nice friend. And once we get there, you're going to be loving and supportive. You won't just do what I say - you'll intuit what I want before I say it and do it without my knowing it, purely out of devotion. You will treat me like a princess, like a queen, like a goddess, and make sure I get everything I want. If I'm happy by the end of the night, I'll make you happy too."

 Her piercing gaze lingered on me, amused at my level of arousal. I couldn't even think, let alone speak and commit to anything serious. "I'll do it. I'll be good."

"Let's go then." 