While I was waiting, I took out what I bought and tried on everything so I could see it in the mirror. I really liked the bras I bought and modeled th...em in the mirror. I put on one of the skirts, and just when I was getting ready to complete the look there was a knock on the door. I didn’t think. With all the events of the last 24 hours, I just went to the door and opened it. The guy with the tray had to be barely out of high school. He was over six foot tall, black, very attractive, and. He started kissing me rougher than the first time as he put a third finger into my throbbing entrance and with his thumb he was playing clit until he stopped and as soon as he did, I felt a blinding pain he rammed his thick 8 ½, inch cock right up me, I screamed in pain and begged him to stop, even when I started crying he kept on ramming his penis into my dripping wet aching pussy. He put his hand over my mouth to stop the screams that were echoing through the house, he panted to me It. As the days went on, our interactions turned more and more to flirting.One day after our workout Jamal asked me if I wanted to stop for a cup of coffee after our workout. I hesitated at first but realized I had nothing else to do that day and I did crave some interactions with the opposite sex. So I agreed to have coffee with Jamal.After our workout, we walked about a half a block to a coffee shop where we spent a few hours chatting. In fact after a while I found myself opening up to Jamal. "We ran through all options. I had talked with my folks. They're not going to support me for the dumb mistake I made, neither are Jane's parents," Pete said miserably.I suddenly got an idea. "What if we share an apartment? Will your grants, loans and part-time job be able to support your part?" I suggested."I'm not sure, but we can find out. Are you sure you want to do this?" Pete asked."Well I have to see how Stephanie thinks. I'm not sure if this is too much for her."When Pete went for his.