One fine day, I came home from college exhausted and felt the need to relax. As I entered my room, I noticed a beautiful ebony girl I hadn't seen before. She was sitting on my bed, looking lost in thought. She turned to face me with a timid smile, her brown eyes gleaming softly.
"Hi, I'm Maria," she said, extending her hand.
I took it hesitantly, curious about how she had gotten into my space. She explained that our professor had assigned her to be my project partner and gave her my contact details. For some reason, she seemed distracted and uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact as much as possible.
As the hour grew late, I suggested we call it a night. We bid each other goodnight and headed to our separate rooms. I collapsed onto the bed, feeling suddenly very tired. A loud knock on the door jolted me awake, and I stumbled to open it. There stood Maria, looking pale and troubled.
"I'm really sorry to disturb you, but I can't hold it back anymore," she said solemnly.
Without giving me a chance to protest, she pushed past me and closed the door behind her. Her movements were quick and deliberate, like a woman on a mission. Before I knew it, she was unbuckling her jeans and lowering them to her ankles.
My heart started racing as I saw her perfect, round bottom exposed to me. She grimaced and let out a heavy sigh, then shut her eyes tightly. There was a moment of silence, and then, I heard it. A low, guttural sound of exertion coming from her lips.
Her bowels moved, and my eyes were glued to the sight of her black poop falling onto my pristine white bed. Her cheeks flushed red with humiliation, but she didn't move away from the mess she had created. Instead, she crouched down and started smearing the poop around with her fingers, flattening it against the sheets.
I couldn't tear my gaze away from this spectacle unfolding before me. The primal lust coursing through my veins was overwhelming, but I couldn't voice it for fear of scaring her off. As she finished cleaning up, she stood up and turned around, revealing a trail of streaks on her back and a small pile of poop beneath her.
Her black hair cascaded down her back, framing her petite form perfectly. She seemed to gather herself before facing me again. Our eyes locked for the first time, and I saw a mix of pleading and desperation in them.
"Please... don't tell anyone," she whispered, her voice shaking.
I nodded mutely, unable to speak. She straightened her clothes and retreated towards the door, her back still turned towards me. I watched her silhouette disappear from my room, wondering what had just happened.
The next few days passed in a blur, with Maria and I working on our project together. We avoided each other's gaze as much as possible, both of us carrying the secret of that night. Finally, the deadline for our project arrived, and we met at the library to present it.
Our professor seemed impressed with our work, and we breathed a collective sigh of relief. As we packed up our things, I felt a strange mixture of dread and anticipation. I knew this was the moment of truth, where I would have to confront her about what happened between us.
She finished before me and grabbed her bag, preparing to leave. I took a deep breath and cleared my throat.
"Maria, can I talk to you for a moment?"
She turned around slowly, fear etched on her face.
"Yes, of course," she replied hesitantly.
We moved to a secluded corner of the library, away from prying eyes and ears. I took a step closer towards her, feeling the heat emanating from her body.
"Listen, about that night... I want you to know that I...," I started, but she cut me off.
"I know what you want," she said softly, her eyes flickering towards the floor. "I've been thinking about it constantly since then."
My heart leapt into my throat. "You have?" I said, astonished.
She nodded slowly, her dark hair swaying around her face. "Yes, I have. I just... I couldn't believe what I had done, and I was scared. But I can't deny that it turned me on too."
She paused, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I want to explore this with you. If you're willing, that is."
My mind was reeling with the implications of what she had just said. This beautiful, intelligent girl wanted to engage in the same taboo activities that had consumed my thoughts since that night.
I reached out my hand to her, feeling the electricity between us palpable. She placed her hand in mine, interlacing our fingers. For the first time in ages, I felt truly alive. And so, we began our journey together, exploring the darkest depths of our desires and finding solace in each other's eyes.
