Zaira knocks on your door

You are reading for a class, thinking of the mid-terms.

Caught in the middle of your thoughts, there is a nervous knock on the door. You open to find a scared curvy brown skin girl with gorgeous brown hair and large plump lips.

She bites her lower lips and says. "Oh, you are cuter than I was told. A lot cuter. This will be easier", she says, smiling.

"Huh?"

"No, please, let me talk, this is hard enough. Can I get in?", but she just steps into your room, and starts pacing.

"I know you don't really know me, and that's fine. I also know you aren't looking for a relationship, so it works out for both of us", she says

"Sorry", you start, as you don't know what she is talking about

"No, please, if you talk, I will have to leave. This can only work if you stay quiet, if you are an abstraction in my mind"

"Ok?" you reply, all confused.

"Good. Sit down, please", so you sit as she keeps pacing.

From her walk, it is clear that her top is worn without a bra, which is rather hot. She has rather generous breasts and you see them move in her light blue top.

It's not a t-shirt or a blouse. The top looks like a v-neck shirt, but the bottom is tied like a towel is? It's something you've never seen before.

Her short shorts are of the same fabric so it's clear that it's made to be worn together, and honestly, it looks great on her caramel skin.

She wears a lot of jewelry. Around her neck are two necklaces, one which is dropping halfway to her cleavage and almost a choker. She wears two bracelets on her right wrists, a chain around her ankle, rings around her left pinky and both ring fingers, one of which looks like a wedding ring.

You've seen quite a few girls on campus with what looks like wedding rings, but who are not married. It seems to be a way for the girls of your generation to reclaim their independence, or so a few have claimed. Not to you... but you hear things on a campus where people live side by side.

The most surprising part of her set is that she is barefooted. Both her fingernails and toenails are done with an orange color, but it's old and looks neglected as both have grown since applied.

She clearly wears absolutely no makeup, but her eyebrows are just perfect.

Sometimes, you can peak her earrings, which are large gold loops, but they are usually hidden deep inside her huge volume of hair.

You focus on her speech.

"This is definitely not easy for me. I was raised to keep my virginity for my future husband and only have sex with him"

There, her wedding ring is an affirmation, not a statement.

"But I have needs, you know! Sexual needs. I think my culture actually believes that women have no sex drive, which is complete bollocks, as you most likely know, but I just can't get myself to have sex with a stranger! And every guy I meet whom I fancy is a creep. I mean, I know this is college, but I just can't get myself to let one of them deflower me. So, here I am, full of hormone, ready to have sex with half of the guys on campus, but unable to because I have it drilled into my head that if a guy puts his dick in my pussy, I am now worthless to any other guy. I know! It's stupid. I am a feminist, I am an independent woman, but it's how I feel. Don't try to change my mind about that, I just won't bulge"

"Ok", you tell her, still unsure of why she is talking to you. But if someone is dying to explain something to you, the polite thing is to shut up and let them kill themselves, no? Ok, that was a stupid joke about teachers.

"Now, I spoke to a few girls about it, and their solution is for me, to have sex, with them!", she says, raising the tone and being shocked.

"Do I look like a dyke? Don't answer. They think I do. It's not my fault they think so. Not that I am any bit homophobic, like I have nothing against lesbians, gays, bisexuals. I know my skin color says otherwise, but it's the case. My parents, now that is another story, but I am not my parents"

"Good", you tell her when she is breathing in. You have the place for about one syllable, and that's it.

"Yeah. Indeed, very good. I am friend with a surprisingly high number of lesbians and bisexual girls. Is it something white girls do? Don't answer that, it's not why I am here. So, in short, I have a high sex drive, and can't accept losing my virginity before my marriage. I am not interested in women, so what do I do?"

"You came to see me for that?"

"What? No, you aren't famous for providing answers, I have the answer. And the answer is you, of course, why do you think I came here?"

"I am famous?", you ask.

"Don't be coy. I wouldn't be here otherwise. Anyway, what I was saying is that I spoke to a few Christian girls on campus. I mean, not that I am that religious, but religion is more than a belief system. It's also a set of values."

"I guess", you reply, since you still have no idea what she is talking about.

"And, well, they talk of a loophole. It's stupid, but it got me thinking. Maybe, just maybe the Christians have it right. Even Malik was in favor of it. I mean, Malik! Can you believe it?"

"Who?"

"Oh, Imam Malik. He lived in the 700s and pretty much set the concept of jurisprudence in the Muslim world. People from the Maliki Madhhab follow his teaching. There's a few more. In short, it's like the Quran says things, and it's hard to understand and apply them, so there are multiple ways to interpret it, and from that, comes a few different sets of laws, in effect. Maliki, well, he explained that Allah, peace be upon him, said that a woman is a tilling field, and you can approach your tilling field however, you wish. He said that, in the 8th Century."

"Wait, you are Muslim?"

"Nominally. It's not like I really say my prayers five times per day, or even every day. Even my parents aren't that practicing, you know? I do get some flak from other Muslim girls who know, mainly Arabic ones"

"Wait, are you Arabic?"

"Do I look like an Arab to you? Fuck, are you racist? I was told you weren't"

"I am not"

"Muslim and Arab are not synonymous. There is an Iranian girl on the fifth floor. Really nice. Would go to the end of the world to help anyone. Wouldn't hurt a fly, unless that fly was hurting someone. But if you call her an Arab, she will fucking cut you"

"Sorry... you said"

"I spoke of the Arabic girls on campus, of which I am not one. My ancestors were technically Umayyad, but might be Berbers that went with the Umayyad, and it seems clear we have some Spanish ancestors, I mean, look at me"

Who is this girl?

"Anyway, my point is, I am ready. Sorry I've been rambling, but I am", and with that, she unties her shirt, reveals her nude generous breasts, and then, lets her shirts hit the floor, steeping out of them.

Completely nude, she sits by your side, pushes her hair aside, and approaches to kiss you.

You are completely stunned, but then, she sits next to you.

"So, Brody, take me in the ass like you do. Don't be afraid, don't hold back."

You look at her, and suddenly, everything makes sense. She thinks you are Brody.

"I am sorry... hold on, I didn't catch your name"

"Zaria, but I thought you didn't care about names"

"I do care about names. The problem, Zaria, is that I am not Brody"

She looks at you for a second, and turns red. "I have the wrong room?", she says, suddenly standing up and hiding, well , trying to hide her breasts with her right arm and her hairy pussy with her left hand.

"You have the right room, Zaria, but the wrong roommate. I am Brody's roommate, Allan"

"Shit. I... am terribly sorry, Allan. Let me get out of your way"

You think fast. You've been in college and hope to get physical with girls and well, Zaria is there, in need, and naked.

"Wait! You came here for a purpose, and, perhaps I can help"

"I came for Brody, I don't know you", she says, letting go of her breasts to grab her shorts from the floor.

"Wait, you don't know him either. You know of him. But all he cares about is anal sex, which you have convinced yourself is the only way for you to release your sexual pressure"

"I will not have vaginal sex before marriage", she says, angry, putting her shorts

"And that's fine, but there are other ways to relieve sexual pressure, such as oral sex"

"I will not give you a blow job either", she says, even angrier, as she fetches her shirt.

"I meant me, going down on you"

"That's what lesbians do, Allan. No offense to you... but guys use their dicks"

"Guys also enjoy giving oral sex"

"Really?", she says, skeptical, holding her top.

"Well, I would love to give you oral sex. Nothing in return. I am not asking for a blow job, for vaginal sex, or anything"

"Right, so you can brag to everyone that you went down on me? One of the things that attracted me to him was his discretion."

"I will keep this between you and me. What was the other one?"

"How uncomplicated he is. No attachment, no relationships. He fucks you in ass and then moves on."

"I have no problem with that, Zaria. Most guys are able to have one-night stands, you know?"

"So all you want is some tail?"

"Hey, I am offering to help you. But I am not asking to have sex with you, Zaria, I am just proposing to help you release your sexual tension by going down on you"

"That's sex too!"

"But perhaps not the kind you want to avoid before marriage", you say.

She puts the shirt back on the bed, and you notice that she isn't hiding her breasts.

"Make sense. Oddly enough, it does make sense. So, do you have experience?", she says, more open.

"To be honest? No. But it seems that you don't either. Perhaps we can explore together? It might make give me some and it might help you unwind a little"

"I doubt it", she says, skeptical

"Well, you just kissed me, naked. You accepted me as a potential partner"

"When I thought you were Brody"

"Yeah, but physically, you accepted me"

"You are rather cute", she says, a little shy, and still topless

"So, why not give it a try?", you say, with nothing to lose.

She looks at you.

"What's wrong with you?", she asks.

"What?"

"Why would you agree to that? I am not a supermodel. I don't even wear makeup and I am not exactly thin. So, why?"