I feel like I should offer a disclaimer just to be polite. Initially I was going to apologize for my fetishizing of interracial sex but I'm not sorry, I think it's hot. Since starting writing here my readers have been far more vocal about what backstories they want to hear. This story was requested by the subject whom we will call Connor. I asked the group and with a resounding yes the story of my interracial exploration was brought to you. If you shy away from "light raceplay" this is not for you. If "give me that white dick" or "fuck this black pussy" makes you feel a way this is not for you. Everyone else enjoy.
I met Connor at my favorite bookstore, its local, family owned and they have good Wi-Fi. It's a perfect place for a wanna be writer slash habitual homebody to feel like they "got out" for an afternoon of sitting in a corner. In the back of the store which is not very large to begin with there are two very large armchairs for people to read purchased books and a record player for people to listen to music. I generally choose to bring my laptop and write in that particular corner.
This occasion I was actually forced out of my comfy apartment due to a broken AC unit making me a sweaty mess in the middle of summer. I packed my bag and headed out figuring I could write a while and when I got back the AC would be working and my hobbit hole would be back to near freezing temperatures like god intended it.
Headphones in I walked through the front door throwing a smile at the familiar clerk and heading to my back corner. Headphones are my weapon of choice and perfect for warding off unwanted conversation therefore always in my ears when I am in public even if I am not actually listening to anything. I rounded the last bookshelf and my corner was occupied! How dare this guy be exercising his freedom to be where he wanted when he wanted when I wanted to be in that exact same place alone! There was Connor nodding his head to a record while studying the back of the case it came in. He wore headphones, big ones plugged into the record player so I sat in the chair off to the side anyway.
He looked up and casually tossed me a smile, that kind of "I acknowledge your presence" smile. I returned the favor actually getting a chance to look at him while doing so. He was actually kind of cute in a hipster nerd way. His black beard was low yet bushy and appropriately manicured, he wore a simple yet fitted jean and a Pink Floyd t-shirt that obviously saw a lot of use. He was skinny but stylish yet comfortable a combination I seemed to like on him.
I pulled my laptop out of my bag got comfortable and started writing trying not to look obvious glancing over at him. He eventually pulled out a notebook and started writing, I found out later he was taking notes on the music he was listening to. I finished my email and set it to send in the morning, I liked my readers to wake up to a nasty story. That particular time it was the story of my first MMF threesome which ended up being more fun than anticipated but exhausting.
Since I was done I began scrolling through my favorite sites trying to figure out what my next adventure would be even though with Connor sitting next to me I knew I wanted to cross "White Man" off my list. Problem with that though is that he was sitting right next to me and hitting on people was a skill I never acquired. Yes, I am the type of girl who "shoots her shot" by looking at you more than once from across the room. I had to figure out how to get HIM to talk to ME which was proving difficult because he just like I did not seem to be the type.
We sat next to each other in silence, both writing, him switching records for over an hour before I gave up with the subtle glances technique. I was getting hungry so I came up with a plan for one last shot before I left to find lunch and call this "social interaction" a bust. There was a small table between us that I set my phone on, the plan was to get up and leave and hope he saw and chased me down to give it to me. It was a gamble because he might be a thief but I figured if I made it to my car without him behind me I would simply turn around and go get it while also knowing who to accuse if it wasn't there. (Yes, Connor this was all a set up.)
I made a bit of a show getting my laptop into my bag clearing my throat a bit before standing and leaving. I will admit I took my time but it paid off because as soon as I hit the door I heard him calling after me or at least I hoped it was him. Mind you I was pretending to listen to something so I didn't turn around and kept walking. He finally caught up to me in the parking lot tapping me on the shoulder.
"Uhm I think you left this." Not smooth as he thinks it happened but cute none the less for being predictable.
"Oh, wow thanks, I appreciate it." Damsel in distress hardcore, I was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what part two of this stupid plan was.
"Yeah no problem, have a good one." He smiled and turned to go back towards the door.
Shit! He's leaving think of something!
"Hey! What's your name?" Stupid as hell c'mon you can do better!
"Uh Connor, my name is Connor." He said turning around offering me a smile.
"Well thanks again Connor, my names Belle nice to meet you." I returned the smile and was officially out of moves he HAD to take it from here.
He walked up extending his hand. "Nice to meet you too, what were you writing back there if you don't mind me asking?"
Go Connor go! I shook his hand noticing his hazel green eyes for the first time. I was so stuck I couldn't think of a lie.
"Uhm a story I'm sending to some friends. What about you?" I hoped my counter question would defer more from him but no such luck.
"Cool, what kind of story like a murder mystery or something?" Generally, a man taking interest in what you are doing is a good thing, this is was not one of those times.
"A murder mystery! Do I strike you as a candlestick in the atrium type of girl?" To date the cleverest line I have ever said to a man in person. So clever it threw him off his game a bit, my mock offended tone landed as actual offended in his ears.
"Well, uhm, not that it's a bad thing or anything just throwing out a guess. I was reviewing the records, I put together playlists to help people rediscover music that doesn't get a lot of attention." He gave a cute nervous chuckle that made me feel better knowing he was just as nervous as I was.
"I was just teasing Connor. That sounds cool, what kind of music are these playlists?"
With that we ended up talking in that parking lot for a half hour before I casually suggested we talk over food because I was hungry. He took me up on the offer got his things and met me across the street for lunch.
We ate while he told me about music and I avoided talking about writing at all outside of the fact that it was a hobby of mine and not one I got paid for. He was a bit of a nerd but fun to talk too, always finding awkward ways to say the "wrong things." I found it cute he was struggling not to offend me with casual conversation but it seemed it had more to do with my skin color than anything else so I broached the subject.
"Are you always like this or is it a "I'm talking to a black woman thing?" Oh God if you could have seen how red he turned! I wanted to scream OH YEAH like the Kool-aide man. To his credit he handled it better than I would have after a few moments of stuttering.
