A fictional account of a real woman.
Carol swung her door open and Blaine saw her bright smile. He dipped his head so their lips could meet. In a perversion of traditional relationships they'd already had sex (at least for those who still consider blowjobs sex) yet his lips hadn't touched hers until now.
Carol wore a dark green sweater and skirt combination with a blue blouse beneath the sweater. The skirt was very short, at least by her standards, and he mentally applauded her for choosing it. He made a motion for her to turn around and she spun with enough velocity that he could see the tops of her stockings.
"Ready?" Blaine asked.
Carol nodded and that smile returned. It was bright all right but not one of completely unrestrained excitement. There were a couple of things that bothered her about what she was going out to do.
For one, she was going to a hotel, overnight, with someone she didn't know all that well. Someone so wrong for her if she thought about logically. Still, They weren't heading for the alter. It was a sex date, nothing more, nothing less.
Sex date. That was the second thing diminishing her smile. Not that the date hadn't been arranged as little more than a mattress ravishment; she'd had a few of those...most of them fun. No, it was what was planned that made it both more troubling and more thrilling.
"Excited?" he asked when they were in his car heading for the city. She nodded and pulled the sweater closer around herself.
"But nervous," he said trying to draw her out a little.
"I guess so," she answered.
"The usual stuff?" he asked.
"The usual stuff," she confirmed.
"But that's not everything," he stated.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean that in additional to the usual stuff, there's more."
Yes, there was more that concerned her. It had been almost two weeks since they'd met in that pub and ended up back at her place with his cock in her mouth for the next hour or so.
They'd exchanged email addresses before he left and they began an exchange of messages. Blaine told her he had fun; Carol said she did too. He said she looked hot and was hot. She thanked him.
He said she was a great cocksucker; she said he made her blush. He asked her where she liked guys to cum. She said in her mouth and on her face. He told her she was perfect. She said he was her first black. They talked a LOT about his cock.
"You're worried about what we're going to do," Blaine said, returning from his remembrances of the past fortnight.
"Why would I be worried about that?" Carol asked, folding her arms across her chest. "I already did those things last time we were together."
"Because this time you agreed to. When we left that pub you didn't know that all you'd be doing was sucking my dick. This time you do. This time you don't have ignorance as an excuse for why your letting yourself be used in such a one-sided way. You want me to fuck you don't you?"
"You know I want to try it."
"By "it" you mean my dick."
"Yes."
"That's not going to happen. I made that clear."
"I know."
"Yet you agreed to this date anyway."
"Yes."
"Knowing all you'd be doing was sucking me off and fingering your pussy."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I wish I knew. Right now I wish I'd said no."
"Want me to take you home?" he asked.
She hesitated but said no.
"Do you want me to tell you why? Do you want me to tell you not only why you don't want me to turn the car around but are also more excited than you've been in a long time?"
"Who says I'm excited?"
"You wouldn't be here otherwise. Are you saying you're not wet?" he asked putting his hand on her thigh and sliding it up. She grabbed his hand to make him stop. "If I touched your pussy right now it would be soaking wet, wouldn't it? Thinking about my dick makes you wet, doesn't it?"
"I already told you it did," she said almost bitchily, pushing his hand from under her skirt.
"OK," he said, "simple question. You could have a choice right now between going with me on our date or having a date with one of your white fuck buddies that you see sometimes. You know he'll fuck you, eat you, and do all those things a man does to please a woman. You know what I'm going to do with you. Who do you choose?"
You stalled not wanting to answer.
"You know the answer, Carol. Say it."
Finally she whispered, "You."
