The Project

by Liz Ardwall

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WARNING: This story contains scenes of explicit sexual activity
between high school age teens. The author does not encourage nor
condone the reading of this story by anyone forbidden by law to
do so. By continuing to read, you accept sole responsibility for
your action.

If you consider an interracial story to be offensive, please
leave now. The author doesn't want to hear about it.

Please note the following story content codes:

hetero, interracial, first, rom, teen mf

DISCLAIMER: This story is entirely a work of fiction. No
resemblance to actual persons or places is intended.

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Linda felt a little strange, being the only white girl on the
bus. She wasn't sure now it had been a good idea to go with
Quincy Thomas. She was used to black kids at school, but she'd
never been to one's home. They'd just been assigned together as a
science project team, and Quincy wanted to show her a writeup
he'd done for an experiment he was eager to try.

She sat by the window and looked out at the drab storefronts
along the street. Young black men hung around in groups on the
corners. They looked tough, and ready for a fight. Linda wondered
if the boys were really mean and hard, or if it was all a front
for self protection.

A boy about twelve on the seat in front of them had twisted
around; his brown eyes were staring at Linda's chest. Her fuzzy
pink sweater did little to hide her pert young tits, especially
with the upper buttons opened to reveal the top of her cleavage.
Linda wished she had arranged herself more modestly. She glanced
at Quincy and saw him grin.

"He thinks you're pretty," Quincy observed. "He's probably never
seen a blond girl on this bus before."

Quincy's hand found hers on the seat between them and clasped it.
She let her white fingers intertwine with his warm, brown grip.
It felt good, she decided. And it didn't mean anything. The young
boy on the seat ahead licked his pink tongue over his lips and
smiled at Linda. She saw him take his hand off the back of the
seat and drop it to his lap.

When they reached Quincy's stop, they left the bus and walked
half a block along an untidy street. Litter filled the gutter;
overflowing trash cans stood along the curb. Linda felt that all
eyes were on her. Old women looked at her curiously; old men
smiled and pointed. Boys playing ball in the street stopped and
stared as they passed. Linda was glad when they climbed the front
steps of an old, brick building and went inside.

They ascended the creaking steps of a narrow, uncarpeted
stairwell to the top floor. Quincy opened two locks on the door
and let Linda into his home. She saw that the small apartment was
clean and well kept, although the furniture was far from new, and
showed signs of wear.

Quincy invited his guest to sit on a sofa in front of an open
window. "Have a seat. Kick off your shoes and relax." He went
into a room to get his papers.

The heat was oppressive; the sun beat down on the roof just
overhead, and soaked into the walls of the top-floor,
south-facing apartment. Linda felt beads of sweat forming on her
forehead. When Quincy reappeared, she said, "Oh, Quincy. It's so
hot."

"I'm sorry, Linda," he said. He handed her a manila folder
containing his writing. "I can fix it," he said.

Linda watched Quincy open a closet and pull out a fan mounted
inside a tall, narrow box. He plugged it into a wall socket and
aimed the flow of air toward the sofa. Linda felt relieved as the
breeze flowed over her heated skin.

Quincy sat beside her on the sofa and watched as she read his
proposed experiment. He answered questions, and his brown finger
jabbed the paper to indicate important features that he thought
would score points with their teacher.

After a while, Quincy leaned back on the sofa and began to
unbutton his white school shirt. Linda watched as he pulled it
open and let it fall at his sides, exposing the smooth, dark skin
of his chest and belly. The material rustled in the breeze that
cooled Quincy's damp flesh.

"Ahhhh," he sighed. "That's feels better."

Linda smiled. "I'll bet it does," she said.

Quincy looked at her curiously for a moment; then the atmosphere
subtly changed.

"Maybe you should try it," he said softly. "Take off your
sweater."

Linda's forehead felt cool where the breeze evaporated the
perspiration that had dampened her skin. Her tummy was still hot
and sticky inside her sweater. She knew he was right, but she
couldn't take off her clothes when she was alone with a boy.

"I couldn't," she said, not sounding as if she meant it. "What if
someone comes?"

"Mama won't be home till after six," he said. "You'll feel
better. Let me help you."

Quincy moved his hands to rest against Linda's breasts while his
brown fingers undid the buttons down the front of her sweater.
When it was open, she leaned forward and let Quincy pull the
garment off her shoulders and down her arms. He gave it to her,
and she set it beside her.

"Isn't that cooler?" he asked.

"Yes, it is," she admitted.

Linda watched Quincy's brown eyes roam over her creamy breasts.
The half bra left the tops of her cones exposed, barely covering
her nipples, as the material pressed against the lower halves.

"They're beautiful," Quincy said.

Linda was flustered; she had never expected this simple science
project to lead to the exposure of her body to a boy she hardly
knew. She knew she had to make some response. Her eyes moved over
Quincy's slim, lightly muscled upper body.

"You're a handsome boy, Quincy," she said, surprising herself
with her words. She knew at once that they offered encouragement
that she couldn't take back.

Quincy's hand found Linda's, and once again their white and brown
fingers intermingled. Quincy pulled her arm toward him and rested
the back of her hand against the soft skin of his flat belly.
Then he began to rub her hand against his flesh.

"Your skin is so smooth," Linda said with a trace of wonder.

She glanced at Quincy's lap; a firm rod was raising the material
of his khaki cotton school pants into a tent over his groin.
Quincy moved Linda's hand to rest on his hard bulge. Then he
leaned forward and shrugged out of his shirt.

Linda felt she had to pull her hand away, but it wouldn't move.
She had never touched a boy there before. Involuntarily, her
fingers tightened on the hidden shaft. She squeezed it, feeling
its firmness and spongy resilience. She let her fingers move
along its length.

"Ooooh," sighed Quincy.

He turned toward her; one of his brown hands moved to cover her
breast. While his thumb gently caressed the exposed upper
surface, his other hand snaked between the sofa and Linda's back
to find the catch of her bra.

"Oh, no, Quincy," she protested. "Don't."

It was too late. His nimble fingers found the release, and the
straps of her bra hung loose. Quincy pressed against her back to
free the bra flaps, and pulled the covering forward off her
breasts; he tossed it on top of her sweater.

"Oh, Linda," he sighed. "So beautiful."

Linda had begun to breathe more quickly. Her hand continued its
slow exploration of his hidden hardness. She groaned when
Quincy's brown hand moved to cover and caress her breast.

"I want to kiss them," Quincy whispered, his lips close to her
ear. Linda could feel his breath rustling her hair. Helplessly,
she squeezed his hard cock, giving assent.

One of Quincy's hands pressed against Linda's back, while the
other massaged one of her breasts, rubbing over her sensitive
nipple. She watched Quincy's head move toward her other breast,
felt his tongue flick out and swirl around her hard nipple. Then
his lips sucked her like a hungry infant. Linda shivered; she
watched as goose bumps formed on her flesh. As Quincy's eager
mouth ravaged her sensitive tit, Linda's hand moved faster along
the hard shaft in Quincy's trousers.

Quincy pulled back and looked into Linda's eyes. "Open my pants,
please," he begged.

"Oh, Quincy," Linda said, feeling alarm that they were going too
far. "We can't."

"Please," he pleaded. "It's squeezed so tight in there it hurts.
Just let it out into the air. Please." He moved her fingers to
the top button of his lightweight pants.

Linda didn't want Quincy to be uncomfortable; not when his lips
had made her nipple feel so good. She fumbled with the button of
his trousers, and then leaned closer to move her other hand to
help. The motion shoved her breast into Quincy's hungry mouth,
and his tongue lashed at her tender bud.

When his fly was undone, Quincy lifted his hips and moved his
hand to shove his trousers and underpants down over the back of
his butt. Linda gasped; he was going to be naked. She pulled the
waist of his pants down below his hips, leaving the material of
his boxer shorts sticking into the air like a tent with a rigid
center pole. Quincy shoved his trousers over his knees and kicked
them off.

"Take it out, Linda," he panted.

"I never saw one before," she said.

"Let it free. Look at it."

Linda pulled the waistband of his sky blue boxers downward,
exposing a nest of coarse, black curls. They were so different
than her own blond, curly patch. Then she had to press down on
the hard bulge to lift the elastic band over Quincy's rigid pole.
When she dropped the boxers at the top of his thighs, she gasped.
She knew Quincy's fat, black stick was supposed to fit inside a
girl, but it must be too large. Anyway, it certainly wasn't going
to go inside of her.

Linda slapped at Quincy's hands when they moved to unzip the side
of her skirt. "Stop that!" she cried. "I'm not going to get
naked."

"Oh, Linda," Quincy said, "you've got me so hot, I'm going to
explode. I don't want to get your skirt dirty. You won't be
naked. You'll have your panties on. It'll be like a swim suit. I
won't see anything."

Quincy was tugging at the waist of her skirt. Linda helplessly
raised her hips to help him, entranced by the situation. What did
he mean, he was going to explode? When her skirt dropped to her
ankles, she kicked it free.

Quincy put his arms around Linda and pulled her bottom toward
him; he scrambled to raise his legs onto the sofa as Linda
reclined to rest her head on the cushioned arm rest. She felt his
hard shaft rubbing against her thigh as his hungry mouth returned
to devour her breasts.

"Oh, Quincy," she moaned. "What's happening?" Her pussy was
tingling like it never had before. She felt Quincy's fingers move
across the wet front of her panties; when his finger rubbed over
the hard bump of her clit, she cried aloud, "Ahhhh!"

Linda felt Quincy's hand tugging at the waist of her panties,
first down one hip and then the other.

"No!" she cried. "Don't do that."

His fingers pushed beneath the front of the stretched panties and
rubbed her slippery slit.

"Ohhhh," she moaned.

Quincy pulled her panties down over her knees. Linda raised her
leg to shake them off. Her pink pussy spread open, fully exposed
to Quincy's hungry eyes.

"I want to make you feel good, Linda," he said. "I'm so hot now.
I know you're hot too. We need to feel good together."

His fingers probed into her opening, while his thumb strummed
Linda's sensitive clit. Her protests drifted to the back of her
mind as she lost herself in the unimaginable pleasure of Quincy's
touch. His tongue swirled over one nipple and then the other,
while his fingers slid into her tight hole and pressed against
her virgin membrane.

"Ohhhh!" Linda cried. "Be careful. That's my maidenhead."

"I'm sorry," mumbled Quincy against her breast; his finger
stroked in and out of her pussy, as far as he could push. Linda
felt Quincy's hard pole pressing into the flesh of her thigh.

"Oh, Quincy. Stop," she pleaded. "It's too much." Linda's body
began to shudder; a fire burst in her groin, and lights flashed
in her brain.

Quincy crawled forward and pressed his lips onto Linda's moaning
mouth. She felt his hot, hard shaft humping against the soft skin
of her hip. Then she felt it throbbing, and hot fluid was
splashing onto her skin. Dimly, she knew Quincy was shooting his
sperm right beside her open, throbbing pussy.

"Oh, Linda," he moaned against her mouth. "Oh, Linda. I love you
so much."

They began to relax; lying with their arms wrapped around each
other, they held each other close. Their heavy breathing pressed
their bellies together, and then gave way as they exhaled.

"Oh, Quincy," Linda sighed. "I never imagined it could be so
good."

"It was wonderful," he said. "I love you so, Linda. I want to
make love with you, over and over."

"Oh, Quincy," Linda said. "We just met. We can't be in love so
soon."

"Don't you feel anything?" he cried, in a voice tinged with pain.

"Oh, yes, Quincy," she assured him. "I do love you, but it's too
soon."

"It's not too soon," he said. "I want to make real love with you.
Right now. Let me take you into my bed and let's make real love."

"Oh, no, Quincy," Linda said with alarm. "I'm a virgin. I want to
save myself for my husband."

"Oh, Linda, I'm a virgin, too. And I want to give myself to you.
Today. Now." Quincy raised himself and looked into Linda's clear,
blue eyes. "Come with me," he begged.

He took hold of her hands and pulled her forward. Unresisting,
she yielded, and then reached to hug Quincy's warm, naked body.
He moved his feet off the sofa and awkwardly pulled the girl
erect. They held each other for a moment, savoring the feel of
skin on skin; then he led her toward an open doorway.

"Oh, Quincy," Linda said. "We can't. We can't make a baby."

"It's all right, sweetheart," Quincy said. "I've got a condom.
We'll be safe."

He led her to his bed, where he pulled the covers down over the
foot. Linda saw that the sheet was wrinkled, but looked clean.
Quincy moved to pick Linda up, grunting with the effort, and laid
her on the middle of the bed, with her head on the pillow.

"You're so romantic," she giggled.

Quincy smiled. He opened a drawer in the bedside table and took
out a paper box labeled "Trojan Deluxe Latex - Quantity 12." It
opened easily; there was no shrink wrap. Quincy removed a foil
packet, tore off the end, and pulled out what looked to Linda
like a small balloon.

Quincy climbed on his knees onto the bed, bringing his erect cock
close to Linda. She saw it was still wet with her pussy juices,
and streaked with bits of congealed white fluid. The same stuff
was smeared on Quincy's belly; Linda knew it was his sperm, and
there were more smears on her own skin. Next time he would shoot
it inside her, into that little balloon.

"Put it on me," Quincy said.

Linda's fingers grasped the edges of the rubbery disc and moved
it to the head of Quincy's hard prick.

"Just unroll it down the sides," he instructed.

She pulled it along his shaft, watching his black skin as it was
covered by the clear latex wrapper. The material stretched all
the way along his hard pole. Linda gulped, knowing he was ready
to enter her; knowing there would be no way to undo what would be
done.

Quincy moved between Linda's wide spread knees. He lowered his
brown form over her creamy body, supporting himself with his
arms.

"Take it in your hands, Linda," he said. "Guide it in."

Linda grasped Quincy's rubber covered shaft and bent it toward
her opening.

"Stir it around a little, and it'll slide right in," he said.

She pulled the end of his cock along her slit, bumping her clit
and shivering with the thrill. Then she moved it around her
opening, feeling her lips nibbling at the invader. Quincy hunched
his hips forward, and the head of his dick pushed inside Linda's
hole.

"Ohhhh," she groaned.

He pushed deeper until he pressed against her tight membrane.

"Owwww," she cried. "That's my maidenhead."

"I'm going to break it, honey," he said. "It'll hurt just a
little bit, and then I'm going to make you feel so good you won't
believe it."

Linda took a deep breath. "Do it, Quincy," she said. "Make me a
woman. Be my man."

"I love you, Linda," Quincy said.

He pulled back and shoved his cock hard into the white girl's
hole. She cried out in pain as he tore through her virgin tissue
and buried the length of his hard shaft deep inside her.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Quincy said. He lowered himself onto Linda
and pressed his lips to hers.

She couldn't ignore the pain, but it didn't matter. She moved her
head and said, "It feels good, Quincy. It feels so good to have
your big thing inside me. Oh, Quincy, I do love you."

Quincy pulled his hard cock back, and slid it forward again.

"Yes, Quincy," Linda sighed. "Make us feel real good now." She
mashed her lips against her lover's and held him tight.

Quincy stroked his shaft in and out of Linda's tight, slippery
channel. They moaned together as he filled her with his strength.
Linda felt a warmth flowing through her whole body. She began to
shudder; then she was thrashing beneath her lover in a powerful
orgasm. Quincy drove his cock relentlessly into the squirming
girl beneath him.

Linda fluttered her eyelids, and looked into Quincy's warm, brown
eyes. "Oh, Quincy," she said. "I love you so."

"Yeah, Linda," he sighed. "Love, love, love. We're making real
love now."

"Yes! Make real love to me now. Make me cum again. Cum with me;
shoot your sperm inside me, into that little bag. Love me now,
Quincy!"

Their lips pressed together; their eyes locked. Quincy's hard
shaft moved along the length of Linda's hot channel, stroking out
and in. Their breathing began to quicken; their eyes revealed
their growing urgency. Linda humped her groin against Quincy's
deepest thrusts; her heels against his butt urged him into her
again and again.

Their eyes blurred as their faces dissolved together. They
groaned into each other's mouth as Linda writhed in a shattering
climax. Dimly, she felt Quincy's organ throbbing against her
womb. Their clutching arms tried to squeeze their pounding hearts
together inside their breasts.

Minutes drifted by, until Quincy spoke, "Nobody ever did it so
good, baby. Nobody ever did it that good."

"Oh, Quincy, it was so fine. I love you so much."

"I love you, Linda. I want to just hold you like this forever."

"Forever, Quincy."

Reality intruded, as Quincy's cock softened. He reached down and
squeezed the wrapper around his softening organ. "I have to pull
out before this thing falls off," he groaned.

Linda watched him slip the nasty looking sack off of his limp
organ. His cock was streaked with his sperm. Linda felt a
momentary twinge of regret that the thing had done its job and
kept his seed from her womb. Her eyes wandered to the clock
beside the bed.

"Oh, Quincy," she cried. "It's quarter to five. I've got to get
home fast."

"OK," he said. "Come on." He helped her stand beside the bed.
"We're all sticky. Do you want a quick shower?"

"I can't," Linda said. "I couldn't explain my wet hair. Just give
me a damp cloth to clean myself."

Quincy led her to the bathroom; he found her a cloth and a towel,
and turned on the water in the sink. Then he dodged behind the
curtain in the tub and turned the shower on himself. Linda could
see his dark form through the translucent curtain. She wished she
were in there with him, washing her lover, roaming her hands over
his wet skin. Feeling his cock firming, poking against her belly,
ready to enter her eager pussy, which was beginning to tingle
again.

Quincy turned off the water and emerged, dripping wet. Linda
rubbed him dry with her towel, getting her wish to run her hands
over his wet skin. But when Quincy's cock began to harden, she
gave him a quick kiss and ran away into the other room and
started pulling on her clothing. Quincy went into his room and
emerged in jeans and a T-shirt. He sat on the sofa and pulled on
a pair of basketball shoes.

Dressed, they embraced and kissed. Then they descended to the
street and walked through the gauntlet of knowing smirks. Old men
smiled; women were divided - some scowled their disapproval. The
ball playing boys huddled and giggled.

Quincy rode with Linda on the bus back to their school, and then
waited until the bus to her home came along. Her eyes misted as
she looked out the window and saw him cross to stand waiting for
the long bus ride back to his empty room.

The next day dragged on forever. Linda and Quincy sat together in
science class; she blushed with embarrassment, and tried to will
herself invisible. Linda was sure everyone must know what they'd
done. Somehow, they managed to speak coherently to the teacher
about their project.

After school, they met at the door and walked as fast as
possible, without attracting attention, to the stop for Quincy's
bus. They found the same seat as the day before; their white and
brown fingers entangled.

Right in front of them was the same young black boy. He turned
around and looked at them, licking his lips again. He looked from
one to the other and back. Linda felt her face flush with
embarrassment. The boy grinned.

"You did it with her, didn't ya?" he said to Quincy.

"Hush, boy," Quincy growled. "None of your business."

"Oh, man," said the boy. "You did it. She's so pretty. You're so
lucky."

"Yeah," said Quincy. He squeezed my hand. "I'm real lucky."

"Has she got a sister?" the boy asked hopefully.

Quincy looked at Linda and she shook her head.

"She's one of a kind," Quincy said. "And she's mine. Turn around
now, boy, and leave us be."

Linda snuggled close to Quincy, and held his hand tight. She knew
she was lucky, too.

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The end.