[M4F] College Rivals (raceplay, politicalplay)

Divya Kumar was hot. And I don’t mean any of that “hot for a brown girl” bullshit—she was an absolutely knockout smokeshow. That might have been what I hated about her most.

See, Divya and I had known each other since we shared a history seminar in freshman year—she was the kind of girl who was out to save the world, no matter if anyone wanted it or not. She had thoughts about “privileged straight white men”, and she wasn’t afraid to let anyone know it. Of course, I found her manner annoying, and I was always down for a scrap, so I took a lot of joy in needling her and her arguments.

It would have all worked out, we would have seen each other at debates between the Young Progressives and Young Conservatives twice a year—if my roommate and her roommate hadn’t started dating. When our friend groups had merged, it was like mixing bleach and ammonia; she would soapbox, I would snipe back, and pretty soon things would all blow up. After a while, they tried to just keep us apart, but sometimes it failed.

Like tonight. We’d all gone to a happy hour at the local bar, and Divya and I had stayed apart—but people left, headed to dance, went to the bathroom…and somehow we ended up at the same hightop.

I was a little surprised for a second, but then smirked. “Hey Divya. Long time.” I paused, and then couldn’t resist a dig. “How’s saving the world going?”

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“Fuck!”

We’d cum at nearly the same time—Divya was on top, hands on my chest. We’d been up to this for over two months now, ever since the night at the bar had lasted longer than anyone had expected.

We met up for discreet little liaisons now, when our roommates were out. We weren’t lovers—we really weren’t even friends yet. But we couldn’t get enough of this.

She pushed off me, maybe a little harder than she needed to, walking to her bathroom to clean up. I kept my eyes glued to her ass as she did.

“Hey.” She called as the sink came on. “Clean up and get out. I don’t know when Tammy is getting back.” I laughed.

“Really? We can’t just watch a movie and cuddle?” I joked, as she shot me a look from the bathroom….

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Hello all! Something very different from my typical fare here: an entirely consensual prompt that revolves around raceplay, and some politicalplay if you’re into that!

Definitely looking for this to stay on the lighter side of things—Aiden and Divya have a lot of difference and will have plenty of issues, but I’m looking for someone interesting in exploring how a real relationship develops, not something darker.

Divya, of course, is a placeholder character: she can be Indian, Black, Asian, Middle Eastern…as long as she’s progressive and nonwhite, she fits the bill. I could even be talked into her being European.

Anyway, I have a bunch of ideas for how to make this plenty spicy, so if you’re interested, please shoot me a message about this or any of my other ideas!

Hope to hear from you!