My dating life had been like most people's these days. I had cast my line repeatedly, caught a few, but had always tossed them back into the "plenty of fish" sea. Or I had been cast back by them.
Most of the women had done a decent job pretending to be the perfect catch for awhile. But then their insecurities, or their neediness, or their outright man-hating anger would slip through. No thank you, I can torment myself without any help.
Of course there were those who, good catch or not, tossed me back because of my faults. Some of which will become obvious.
Then one day I was in a coffee shop, one of those with comfy sitting areas, couches, cushioned chairs in nooks. I had just bought my coffee, had my book in hand, and was looking for a secluded spot to spend the afternoon reading on my day off. It was going to be relaxing.
I had just given up on one room and was turning to look elsewhere when a girl tripped over her own feet and collided with me, spilling my coffee down the front of my shirt and pants. I did manage to save my hardback, and not to curse her.
I was so intent on saving my book and calmly inspecting the damage to my clothing that I never even looked up at her.
She, however, was animated, "OMG, I am SO sorry! I am such a klutz... I'll buy you another coffee. How do you take it?"
"Hot and black, just like my women." In all honesty, I had never dated a black woman. It was just a rote smart-ass answer I had heard a million times because I did not go for the trendy coffees, just black, and preferably strong.
I was met with silence.
So I finally looked up. To see that my clumsy benefactor who was offering to buy me a coffee in apology, was the most stunningly beautiful black woman I had ever seen. With a body to match.
Now it was my turn to stammer in embarrassment. "Oh, shit, I apologize. I was just being a smart ass. I had no idea you were... uh... umm..."
She arched an eyebrow at me, "A what?"
"Umm... uh... I'm sorry..."
I could not find the words to unscrew myself. After letting me dangle in the wind for another couple of moments, she finally let me off the hook, laughing a laugh which melted my heart.
"Its okay, honey. It just shows you have excellent taste in coffee... and women. Why don't you find us a place to sit, and I'll fetch your coffee."
Looking for a couple of seats together, I was chilled a bit by the wet clothing I now wore. I considered that I should go home and change but decided I would survive. I wanted to see that brilliant smile and those radiant eyes again.
When she found me, she handed my drink to me, then sat next to me and we began to chat. I had to wonder whether our little "meet cute" incident had been by design rather than happenstance. Naw. Why would a bombshell like that go out of her way to meet me?
I learned that her name was Katherine (Katie) and that she had one year remaining before obtaining her degree, among other things. She offered a couple of times to go on her way so I could return to my book, but my interest in the history of the Civil War was somewhat diminished for the moment. I learned that she was very witty and very intellectual... also that she understood correctly which space based sci-fi genre was the best.
By the time we were done that day, she had rendered me comfortable enough that I managed to ask her out on a proper date. I was beyond surprised, and elated, when she said yes.
And thus began a wonderful relationship, the best I had ever experienced. For the next few months, whether we were going to movies, the bookstore, the park, out to eat, no matter what, I enjoyed the hell out of her company. She seemed to feel the same way.
I began, against all reason, to think she could be the one.
Then one evening she had cooked dinner for us at her apartment. After eating we were cuddled up on the couch watching our favorite shows.
Katie leaned up and kissed me. "Josh, we need to talk."
Aw hell. I knew it was too good to be true. She is not psychotic, of course she is gonna dump me.
I muted the TV and resigned myself to my fate. I tried to sound positive, "Sure, what's up?"
She traced a fingertip down my chest, "I have really appreciated the respect you have shown me, sweetie. Most guys try to get in my pants the first date, but it has been months with you. I love that we have been able to get to know each other, but..."
But get out now, right?
"But that has only made me want you even more... I think its time we took our relationship to the next level. I need you to..."
I was scared and excited, "Make love to you?"
She smiled that bright smile, "I love the way you talk... I was gonna say fuck me silly... but yes, please make love to me. Unless you do not want to..."
She pouted, making a pretense that she thought I did not want her... which of course was crazy.
The raging erection tenting my shorts answered for me.
She stood, held out her hand, and led me to her bedroom. Which I was seeing for the very first time.
Katie took the initiative and slowly undressed me, taking her time, caressing, and kissing me all over as she did so. Finally, she pulled my boxers down and made a "yum yum" sound as my tumescence bounced free.
I am no porn star, but I also have nothing to be ashamed of, either. I am above average in length and girth, and past lovers have exclaimed about the large, spongy flared head on my manhood. Evidently it hits all the right spots.
She stood. "Now you unwrap me."
Good grief. The way she put things. Unwrapping a present is exactly what it felt like.
I removed her top, exposing more of the enticing cleavage of what I guessed were D cup breasts. I was practically trembling in anticipation as I unfastened her silky bra and let it fall to the floor.
Her breasts bounced and jiggled in their newfound freedom; her silver dollar sized areola topped by dark, erect nipples which cried out for attention.
My cock pulsed and expelled a dollop of pre-cum as I groaned. She was perfect.
Katie giggled in appreciation of my obvious appreciation. She pressed down on my shoulders to get me to kneel in front of her. She wriggled her hips in a silent invitation for me to finish unwrapping my gift.
I pulled her shorts down over broad hips and over a large ass (but not too large) that was a perfect bubble butt. I was in awe.
