Best Wingman Ch 2.

 It'll become pretty apparent in this chapter the kink that I'm exploring. I wanted a twist on a well worn kink and I thought this was an interesting avenue to explore it through. Hopefully you guys like it. For necessary reasons, the girls will be a revolving door so don't become too attached (though, if there IS a fan favorite, let me know... maybe I'll find a way to bring one or two back!). Without further ado, on with the story.

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Scott, Aubrey and I hung out most of the first semester when we had free time. Aubrey’s bar became our most popular haunt and we got to be known as regulars. She and I really did hit it off and had a great time together but it never really developed into much more than friends with benefits. When she left at Christmas for medical school, we threw her a party and we were sad to see her go but there were no tears. Just well wishes and fond memories. 

Scott’s housing situation also got more complicated. He’d been staying in an apartment with an undergrad roommate who flunked out of school. That left him trying to find a new roommate because Scott’s name was the only one on the lease. He asked me to move in, but I was locked into my own rental situation. He ended up putting ads up all around campus but there just weren’t that many mid year transfers. 

“I’ll have my parents send me some money. Dad’ll be okay with it, I guess.” That bummed him out pretty hard because Scott really wanted to show that he could do college on his own. He’d paid his way through undergrad and really wanted to not be a burden in grad school. It was a point of pride for him and I knew it hurt him to have to ask for help. If I’d been in a position to help him, I would have. So we sat there drinking our beer, trading stories about our first week of classes. 

A group of girls wandered in when we were starting to feel a little buzzed. Scott had, thankfully, never again gotten as drunk as that first night with Aubrey. I think he was starting to recognize he had a problem, though it would be many years before I realized it and even more until he admitted it. But I give him credit because he’d cut back to having just a couple beers on Friday nights even at that point. Anyways, these three girls wandered in and sat at the table behind us. They were talking loudly enough that you could easily overhear them and us being horny college guys, we listened in.

There was a black girl who looked like she played all the sports. Like one of these girls that doesn’t seem over-muscled or anything but appears insanely fit. She was also gorgeous which is why I noticed her first. Her two friends were also pretty cute. One of them was a blue eyed, platinum haired blonde. The kind of girl that was objectively gorgeous but in an almost generic way. Their third friend was a hispanic girl with bright pink hair and a nose and eyebrow ring. It’s a testament to how stunning the black girl was that I didn’t even notice the pink haired freaky freak girl at first. 

“What a fucking week,” the black girl said.

“It could be worse, Malia,” the blonde said reassuringly. 

“HOW… How could it be worse, Caroline?” the pink haired girl said.

The blonde recoiled a little bit but Malia held her hand up, “Easy there, killer. Caroline’s right… I didn’t get hit by a car. Nobody died. Things could always be worse.”

“Fired, Evicted, Kicked out of class… sounds pretty shitty to me,” the pink haired girl said with venom.

I caught Scott’s eye and he was listening also. He leaned back and I leaned forward to eavesdrop just a little better.

“Who fucking cares about her being fired. She’s already got two jobs lined up and her boss was a skeez,” Caroline said. “And being kicked out of an elective class by a racist bitch who decided that one too many kids in her class needed to be fixed by kicking the black girl out seems like the kind of thing that the Dean’s office should be able to fix pretty quickly.”

“Fine… but the evicted part?”

“She could stay at my place?” Caroline offered.

“Where? You don’t even have a couch and your little twin bed ain’t gonna cut it,” the girl that I’d mentally earmarked as ‘Killer’ said. 

“What about your place?” Caroline said.

“No way! She’s been there two nights already and I already had the RA grill me about it. They gave me until Sunday.”

“Girls. It’s fine,” Malia interrupted. “I’ll figure something out.”

Again, Scott and I caught each other’s eye. We traded glances that said something like, “You sure?” “Is she hot?” “Yeah” “Her friends?” “Yeah” “Well then I’m sure”. 

Scott got up and grabbed a chair before bringing it over and setting it beside the girls’ table. “Heya ladies,” he said. Malia had her back to me but the other two shot Scott daggers as he sat. “We couldn’t help overhearing,” he said, gesturing towards me and making me shrink from the glares the girls directed at me.

“She doesn’t need a place for the night, asshole.”

Scott managed to look genuinely wounded, “What? No… I would never. Look, my roommate flunked out and bailed. I’ve got a two bedroom in Tabula Rasa apartments. Rent is $1300 a month but I’m desperate and if you can do $550 a month the place is yours. I can even wait until the end of the month to collect since I know your job situation is… fluid.”

The girls looked at each other and then at Scott. Caroline craned her neck to look at me and I flashed her a smile that I hope came off as innocent and friendly. 

“Fine… give me your number,” Malia said. Scott pulled out a pen and jotted down his number on a piece of paper. She took it from him and put it in her purse then said, “I’ll let you know by Sunday.”

“Excellent. You and I are going to be best friends… Malia, right?”

“We’ll see.”

“I’m Scott,” he said unsolicited.

“Okay,” she said then shooed him away.

We left and I said, “Well that’ll never happen,” as we walked out the door. 

“Yeah it will. She’s desperate, it’s a good deal. She’s never going to find anything by Sunday.”

“You just want a hot female roommate,” I said.

“Hey!” he protested, “And her hot friends! Did you see that hispanic chick. She wanted me bad,” he said in complete seriousness. I looked at him incredulously and he couldn’t hold it in any longer. The two of us busted out laughing, drawing looks from the people walking into the bar. 

Scott was right though, Malia called him on Sunday and we went to Killer’s dorm to help her move out. I did find out Killer’s name that day but honestly don’t remember it. I told them how I’d mentally thought of her as ‘Killer’ from the conversation Friday night and it stuck. She actually kind of liked it.

Malia turned out to actually be pretty warm and funny. She’d been having a real crap couple of days and once some of that pressure was off, everything got better. Turns out the reasons she looked like she played all the sports was that she did, indeed, play all the sports. She was on both the university volleyball and hockey team (yes, black people do play hockey sometimes). She played soccer and basketball in high school and she loved playing tennis and rock climbing of all things. I wondered how she had enough hours in the day to work a job and go to school, let alone sleep. But somehow she made it work and even made the Dean’s list. 

We were all hanging out at Scott and Malia’s apartment a couple weeks later when Scott started telling them about our lives growing up. Malia seemed intrigued and asked lots of questions. Caroline was just as intrigued but only had eyes for Scott and only cared about Scott’s parts in the tale.

“Brian’s great,” Scott said, drinking from his huge, ever present thermos. He had an arm around Caroline while Malia was sitting on the couch and Killer and I on the floor. I had my bookbag under my head and I was looking up, trying not to stare at Malia’s long, dark legs. They always had a shine to them that really drew my eye. “Brian was always there for me and I’ve always tried to pay that back. Even hooked him up with his last girlfriend.”

“Really?” Malia said, looking at me with an indiscernible expression. I liked Malia a lot but I found her completely unreadable at times. 

“Yup… cute little bartender at the bar we met you girls at, actually.”

“How cute?” Caroline asked, eyes slightly narrowed.

“Uhmm… let’s see… if you’re a 9.7 Caroline, she was a solid 8.8, I’d say.”

Caroline folded her arms, trying to decide if she was upset at only being a 9.7 or glad that she was almost a full point above a girl that Scott had described as ‘cute’.

“What’s that make me?” Malia said, shifting in her seat and sliding her legs along each other seductively. 

“You fuckers are ridiculous,” Killer said. She stood up, grabbing her own bag and throwing it over her shoulder. Ironically, lots of people would have probably considered her the hottest girl of the bunch but she was just so randomly nasty to people it was hard to really bond with her. “Caroline, we’ve gotta go. We’ll be late for class.”

The two left, waving goodbye, leaving Scott, Malia and I alone.

Malia looked between us and said, “You didn’t answer the question. If Caroline is a 9.7 and your ex was an 8.8. What am I?”

“Uhmmm…”

Scott turned to me pointedly and said, “Yeah, Brian. What is Malia?”

“Uhh… a ten?”

She smiled a very thin, knowing smile, “You don’t sound very sure.”

I tried to compose my thoughts, “Definitely a ten.” I gave her my best, big grin but I could see Scott shaking his head in disbelief.

She frowned at me and my own smile dropped. “Brian… don’t you know. A ten leaves no room for developments. And I plan on developing in many different directions.” 

I was confused for a second and then something clicked, “Is that an Oscar Wilde quote?”

She smiled at me, “Well at least you’re well read… even if you get a little tongue tied, Counselor.”

It had become a recurring joke. I liked to argue. I wanted to be a litigator. People jokingly called me, ‘Counselor’. The joke hit new heights when people realized how bad I was with girls. 

“So how’s you’d meet this ex? I can’t imagine you picking up a girl in a bar, Brian,” she said before looking at her roommate with anticipation.

“Not much of a story. I got drunk. I hooked him up with Aubrey. They took my drunk ass back to his place and banged on the couch.”

I nearly spit out my drink, “Scott… Jesus!”

Malia smirked at me, “And why’d she break up with you? Was the sex not good?”

Scott laughed before I could answer, “Sex wasn’t the problem. She was hooked from the first time Brian here fucked her. Left her damn near speechless.”

“How do you know?” Malia asked. “You two white boys into some freaky-deaky tag team shit?”

“N… N… no,” I stammered, looking to Scott for some support.

Scott just took it in stride, “Nope, not for me. I wouldn’t want to have to compete with what Brian’s got packin’ anyways.”

Malia’s eyebrow snapped up and I saw her bite her lip for just a moment. I may not be amazing with women but I recognized that particular sign. “Really? Are you the white boy that proves the stereotypes wrong?”

“Uhhmm… I dunno… maybe?”

“Let’s just say Brian’s at least a nine,” Scott said, holding his hands up. I just put my own face in my hands and tried to die of embarrassment. 

“Seriously? That true Brian? You packing the other white meat in there?”

“I guess,” I said quietly, unable to meet Malia’s eyes. 

“You guess… c’mon. Every guy has measured. How long is it?”

“Almost ten,” I whispered.

“No fucking way,” she said. “Show me.” She sat up straight and leaned over to me, eyeing the slowly forming bulge in my shorts.

I shot my eyes up and looked at her. She was sitting on the couch, tight little booty shorts showing off her legs and ass. Tight little crop topped t-shirt that did nothing to hide her hard nipples. She was breathing just a little faster and looking at me with a hungry look. A look I hadn’t seen since that first night with Aubrey. “Right now?” I asked.

“Why not? I’m asking and he’s already seen it, right?”

“I mean… just once and it was pretty dark,” I said.

Malia looked at me and said, “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours…”

My pants didn’t remain on for very long. I practically ripped off my jeans and flung them over. My underwear followed shortly behind. Malia’s eyes were glued to my cock which was half hard and hanging between my legs. “Ooh la la… but there’s no way that’s almost ten inches, stud.”

“It’s not fully hard yet,” I said defensively then looked up at her and challenged, “Show me yours and see if you can change that.” I hoped that I sounded more suave than I felt.

It must have worked because Malia smiled at me then pulled her t-shirt off. I think we both knew where this was going at that point. Her dark brown skin looked so smooth and strong. You could see just that small hint of muscle definition in her. The fitness and athleticism. My mouth was practically watering imagining the thoroughly athletic fuck that she would be in bed. I stroked my cock, feeling it harden in my hand. “And the shorts?” I asked. 

“These old things?” she said. She stood up with a knowing smile and turned around, swaying her hips seductively as she did. “You enjoying the show, Scott?”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said smiling.

“You get off on watching, Scott?”

Scott, for the first time in his life, actually looked speechless.

“Oh shit… you do? You like watching people fuck, Scott?” Malia was inching her shorts down, pulling them seductively against her plump ass until her butt practically sprang out. When it did, I felt my cock leap into action, surging in my fist. 

“Maybe,” he said, eyes darting between Malia and I.

Malia turned back around and her eyes instantly locked onto my cock. “Holy shit! That thing is a fucking monster,” she said in amazement. 

“So it’s okay?” I asked, teasing her now and feeling a bit more in control.

“Okay? It’s magnificent,” she said as she dropped to her knees and kissed it. “I don’t do oral but this thing deserves a little bit of extra special attention and praise. Damn!” She nuzzled my cock, letting the head slap against the side of her face as she stroked it with one hand. She kissed at my balls and the shaft, even licking up the underside and giving the tip a quick little suck. “You better fuck me good with that thing.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I said, eager to comply with those particular instructions. 

“And Scott, you just keep you little pecker over there. Keep your pants on, I don’t want to ruin the mood. Don’t distract me from this big fucking piece of meat, okay?”

“Okay,” Scott said. He looked at me and smiled, adjusting himself to avoid the discomfort from his obvious hard on. He didn’t seem to mind, however.

Malia laid down on the ground and spread her legs wide. She reached down and used two fingers to show me the tight pink core in between her dark brown legs. “You going to fuck this tight cookie? I’m all wet and gooshy for you, Brian.”

I went on autopilot, dropping to my knees and lining my cock up with her wet, gaping cunt. “You on the pill?”

“Nope… but I need that cock. Just make sure you shoot that nice white load all over my skin, stud.”

I was pretty lost in a haze of lust at this point. Feeling her wet ass pussy against the head of my cock felt unbelievably good. I rubbed the tip down her gash before sliding into her. “God that feels good,” I said.

“Black pussy is made for big cock. Color don’t matter.”

“How many white cocks have you fucked?” I asked her, pumping into her harder and harder.

“Baby, if we’re calling your fuck stick a cock then I ain’t NEVER fucked another cock before,” she said with a laugh. I gave her a hard thrust and she gasped, “FUUUUck… I’m gonna be bow legged for a week.”

“Is that okay?” I asked, smirking at her.

“Hell yes!” she said and wrapped her legs around me, urging me into her. I hammered into her for several minutes as she dug her heels into my back. “Fuck… this fucking thing is a God cock, Scott. I’m gonna be riding this bitch-stick every fucking night!”

Scott just gave a dopey smile and nodded. I leaned down and gave Malia a kiss. At first, she wasn’t that into it but two quick thrusts of my hips and suddenly she was completely lost to the lust just like I was. We made out as she moaned into my mouth with each jab of my cock. I felt her tighten around me, wordlessly urging me to fill her up with my spunk.

Eventually, I started to get close but I really wanted to prolong the action. I hadn’t been with a girl that could keep up with my energy level and I wanted to see how long we could actually fuck for. I pulled out, causing Malia to whimper, “Oh c’mon baby… you ain’t done yet are you?”

“No, ma’am,” I said as I grabbed her leg and flipped her over. She gave a playful little yelp as I lined my cock back up and slammed into her. Her yelp turned into a scream of lust as I pounded her.

“Oh yeah… just like that… fuck me. Fuck me!” she said. I gripped her hair and pulled gently which she seemed to really like. Inadvertently, it brought her head up facing Scott. “You can’t go holding out on cock like this Scotty boy. That’s a bad roommate… This cock is gonna tear me up. I love me some big cock. Not like that tiny little thing you’re packing!” she said. I looked at Scott, expecting him to say something but instead he just rubbed himself through his shorts and took another swallow of his drink.

“I’m Scott’s wingman. Not yours. But I’ll keep that under advisement for future girls,” he said.

“Not this semester. I’m gonna suck the cum right out of this cock every time it’s hard,” she said slamming back into me and squeezing me.

We continued our fucking and I’d been right, it was incredibly athletic and long lasting. She would get close and then switch positions. I would get close and back off to switch again. We fucked every way imaginable and I even learned a couple new positions. The whole time, she was talking about my big dick and the things it did to her. She would occasionally acknowledge Scott and remind him why she was fucking me. 

Eventually, neither of us could hold out any longer. Malia started coming, her cunt spasming around my cock, gripping it tightly as if it wanted to break it off of me and keep it for herself. That caused me to boil over and I quickly pulled out. It was just in time as I started shooting my jizz all over Michelle’s back and hair. “Holy fuck… holy jesus fucking fuckfuck,” she said as she rubbed herself to another orgasm as I painted her back. “Thanks for bringin’ your friend around, Scott. He’s pretty awesome.”

Scott tipped his drink towards us as if he was congratulating us both on a job well done, “Just happy you got the good dickin’ you’ve been saying you needed,” he said. “And happy to show Brian what a good wingman I am.”

I just sat there panting, trying to catch my breath. Malia came over and licked my cock, happily cleaning up all of the jizz and her juices that covered it. “Just so long as you keep giving me this piece of meat, I don’t care who Brian hooks you up with, stud.”