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 Sue sat at the desk in Randall's study.  She had some math problems in
front of her, but she really wasn't paying much attention to them.  She had
other things on her mind.

   Sue had called Randall to ask for his help, and he agreed.  The first
time he tutored her, he tutored her in the library.  The second time was at
her dorm, and they went for a glass of wine afterwards.  She got some
glances walking to her study cubicle (all the double rooms had study
cubicles at the end of the hall) with a nice looking black man, but she
kept the door open.  The third time he tutored her, he had her come to his
apartment and fixed her lovely salad to eat.  Now, she was back for a
fourth session, and was just a bit concerned.

   Randall's help had made a big difference.  She still didn't know what
was going on in the math class, but it was becoming clearer to her.  And
she had raised her grade to a B.  Randall had made the extra bedroom into a
study and hung some pictures on the wall.  The pictures were all of white
women and Asians.  In some the girls were nude, in some they had on
lingerie, and in some panties only.  All appeared to be shot either here in
the apartment or some other sort of residence.  Randall was doing something
in the living room; she would ask him about it when the opportunity
presented itself.

   "Well, how's it going?" asked Randall, smiling and gripping her
shoulders as he came into his study.

   Sue jumped; he had startled her.  "Pretty good, Randall.  Listen, I have
a question.  Okay?"

   "Shoot."

   "Well," she began, not quite knowing how to phrase it and blushing a
deep red, "it's about those pictures on the wall.  What I mean is, that
they just embarrass a bit.  Did you take them?"

   "Yes, I did," said Randall, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her.
"You see, Sue, I like white women.  In fact, I prefer them to black women.
I did take the pics.  And, in fact, I have tutored all of those women and
slept with all of them.  Okay?"

   That was not quite true.  Randall had slept with all of them, and all of
them had been, and some still were, his working girls.  But he had not
tutored all.

   Sue looked down at the floor and smiled.  She wondered if sex was the
payment for being tutored.  She blushed a bit, pulled her knees together
tightly, folded her hands on her lap, and looked up at Randall.

   "Randall, will I have to, you know?" Sue had been with three boys in her
life, all of them white.  She had never climaxed, but had enjoyed the
sensations.  She often wondered about black men.  She smiled a bit more.

   "Only," said Randall, squeezing her knee and giving her a big grin, "if
you want.  If you want to pose for me, that's okay as well.  I told you, I
prefer the company of white women, and I enjoyed tutoring you.  Think it
over, Sue.  You might enjoy a black dude."

   Sue blushed and turned away.  She went back to her studying.  She had
worn a jean mini that came to mid-thigh and she knew she was showing a lot
of leg.  But she was hardly dressed to seduce.  When Randall left the room,
she studied a bit more, then thought things over.  The guys that she had
met on campus had been immature and childish.  They really didn't appeal to
her.  Maybe she would take a chance.

   Randall left the girl study for another forty minutes, and then
suggested a bite to eat.  He took her to a club he knew not far from the
UNLV campus.  The food wasn't bad, and it looked like a DJ was setting up
for the evening's entertainment.  The crowd was a bit older; it was not the
usual college crowd.  All of the males were black.  There was only one
other white girl here.  Sue didn't feel uncomfortable but she didn't feel
quite right either.

   Sue and Randall ate a nice dinner and had a glass of wine.  Some of the
other guys and girls came over to the table and said hello, and Randall
introduced her.  Everyone seemed pleasant and friendly, and a lot of social
talk took place.  Sue began to relax and enjoy herself.

   The DJ fired up his equipment, and people began to dance.  Randall got
Sue out on the dance floor and they began to move to the hip-hop and soul
mix the DJ was playing.  A couple of other guys asked Sue to dance, and she
danced with them a bit.  Randall watched her move when she danced with the
other guys.  She had great moves.  Her bottom wiggled nicely, she had nice
legs, and there was a nice jiggle up top.  Randall would get her in bed
tonight.

   The DJ switched to a series of slower tunes, and Randall and Sue began a
slow dance.  He held her tight and she relaxed and molded her body into
his. Her subconscious had already made up her mind.

   Randall had her moving slowly, and he pulled her tighter.  He slowly
slid her hands to her bottom, gently squeezing and pulling Sue in a little
closer.  He liked the feel of her breasts on his chest.

   The couple slowly ground together on the dance floor.  Randall began to
play with Sue's bottom, slowly tugging her skirt up.  She blushed into his
chest, but had no intention of stopping him.  He teased her bottom, getting
the skirt up high enough to give everyone a look at the bottom of her
backside.  When the music ended, the couple slowly walked back to their
table and sat down.  Randall put his hand on the middle of her right thigh
and gently stroked.

   The DJ took a break, and people came to the table to chat.  Randall
moved his hand higher and higher, and Sue smiled and squirmed.  He tickled
her thighs higher and higher, but Sue smiled and kept her legs close.  And
then someone bumped her chair and moved it a bit.  Sue spread her legs to
keep her balance.  That was all Randall needed.  With her legs spread a
bit, he was able to tease her mound over her panty.  Sue was already wet
and Randall could feel it.  He slowly stroked over her mound while he
talked to another couple.

   "Let's get out of here and get back to my place, Baby," Randall
whispered in her ear when the couple left the table.  Sue needed no
encouragement.  The left the club, got into his car, and drove back to his
apartment.  On the way there, he kept teasing between her legs.

   Randall would make love three times that night to Sue, making her climax
every time.  She had never climaxed before.  He also did something else no
boy had ever done to her.  Randall did oral on Sue, teasing her until she
was crawling the walls before penetrating.  She was glad she kept her
landing strip closely trimmed.  She would shave completely for their next
lovemaking.

   Sue could not tell if Randall was huge or not.  He would be naked during
their lovemaking, but put on his boxers immediately after removing his limp
penis.  The bulge in his shorts was quite large.  Randall was certainly
bigger than any of the boys she had been with, and was able to stay hard
inside of her much longer than they had.  But whether it was the size of
his penis or his lovemaking skills that drove her wild would await a
decision.  She was just happy that this night had taken place.

   Randall kept her naked.  He liked to see his women naked, he told her.
Before he took her for the third time, he gave her a gentle OTK spanking
for being a "naughty white girl." Sue had never been spanked; it left both
her bottom and her cheeks a bright red.

   The next morning, Randall took her to breakfast and then back to her
dorm; she had classes.  They arranged another tutorial session.  Sue could
hardly wait.

   Randall was pretty sure he could bring her into his stable.  It would
just take a little more time.  She was not as sexually forward as some of
his other girls, and preferred to be taken as opposed to aggressively
joining in love play.  Still, that would work to his advantage.  And he had
some customers who would love this kind of girl.  As he drove back to his
apartment, he made his plans.