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 the 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.