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A housing company had offered them this house as part of a diversity program, and at first Antoine and his mom had been ecstatic; the company covered all the moving expenses, and the deal came with an automatic enrollment into the local high-school, and some extra welfare fatty money to help them make ends meet. But their new house was a shadow of their old one, with just two bedrooms, creaky stairs, and a ceiling that dripped an oddly colored liquid. But it was the best they could afford, and Antoine wasn't about to complain to his mom. She was trying her best, he knew. With her husband recently deceased, a teenage son to take care of, and all the financial troubles, it was a wonder she hadn't fallen apart. What they hadn't anticipated, however, was what the town itself would be like. Antoine had heard stories of the South being less...courteous to colored folks, and Wellspring seemed to be the poster town of this stereotype. As he walked through the bus he heard mumbled laughter and hushed whispers, but he ignored them and kept walking. At the far end of the bus he found two empty seats, and sat down next to the window. Antoine had quickly found out the reason for the housing company's diversity initiative: Wellspring was white, whiter than an avalanche during a snowstorm. In fact, as far as Antoine was aware, he and his mom were the only two black people in town. And it showed in the way they were treated. While there wasn't any outright hostility, they were stared at, kids would point at them, and people would curvy mumble things as they passed by. Antoine never quite heard what they were saying, but one time he swore he could make out Big Tits "-ger" as a horribly smelling fat man waddled passed them with his dog. While the bus stopped at a traffic light, Antoine thought about how he was going to survive the next few years. His old school had been highly varied in its demographic: Whites, Asians, Blacks, Latinos, you name it and you would find at least a dozen of them wandering the hallways at any given time. Nobody stood out, and Antoine's circle of friends had included just about every color on the rainbow. At least the girls here were nice to look at, he told himself, trying to find a silver lining. He wasn't sure what was in this town's water, but all the girls seemed to have 'matured' beyond their age. Their tits tended to be big, and their asses were either Hardcore tight and well-shaped, or surprisingly large for a white girl. It was obvious that some of them had some work done on their breasts, but that only helped pronounce their bust underneath their tight-fitting clothes. It didn't help that they liked to wear revealing clothes: tops that left their bellies bare, jeans with tears in them, v-neck sweaters that displayed so much cleavage that their tits threatened to pop out...if there was one word to sum them up, Antoine thought, it would be 'slutty'. But they were way out of his league. Being 5.7 and thin as a rail, Antoine wasn't anything particularly impressive to look at. Not to mention, they all regarded him with the same thinly veiled disgust as the rest of the people in town. Antoine sighed. No way that was ever going thick to happen. When the bus finally reached the school, Antoine waited for everyone to exit before standing up himself. When he stepped out of the bus, the old bus driver gave Antoine an encouraging nod before pressing the button to close the doors behind him, sealing his fate. As the bus drove away, Antoine looked up at the looming building before him: bbw John Adams High , it said in big black letters above the entrance. Antoine felt a tingling sensation in his stomach. Where had he heard that name before? All around him, students were slowly making their way towards the building, and Antoine followed them. Any hopes that colored students from out of town might attend were dashed when he glanced at the crowds. It was a whiteout. I might have to invest in a pair of sunglasses , Antoine thought to himself wryly. A group of loudly speaking boys passed him by. The last member of the group, a blonde guy roughly his height wearing a polo shirt with the collar up, pushed Antoine aside with his shoulder. "Hey!" Antoine exclaimed, as he tried to regain his balance. The boy turned around and placed his hand in front of his mouth in an 'oops' gesture, before laughing and following the rest of the group. She left her hand right on the bulge in my pants and began to slowly bbw squeeze my hardening cock. 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