Rick stumbled into his condo after another Friday night at his favorite bar. He knew he shouldn't have had that last beer, but the girl he as talking to at the time was just not pretty enough yet to make a pass at. Unfortunately, that last beer put him over the edge and she blew him off. Thankfully, he lived only a few blocks away and could stagger home safely.
Rick was in his early thirties, was considered by the opposite sex to be attractive, had a decent job as a consultant for the government, and until recently, had a special woman in his life that he thought was the one. The key word here is 'had', it had only been a month or two since they called it quits. She was a real beauty, with shoulder length blonde hair, stood about 5'6" and an hourglass figure that made his heart skip a beat. Unfortunately, for the 6 months prior, she became critical of everything in his life that he valued. His car wasn't expensive enough, his condo wasn't a 5 bedroom colonial in the upscale part of town and he wasn't on the fast track to a Vice Presidency. He took it all in stride until she complained about his dogs. He had 2 Shetland Sheepdogs named Romeo and Juliet that he loved dearly so he cut her loose and never looked back. Well, not exactly. Whenever he got horny, he did miss the way she would role-play, sometimes the French maid or the abusive college professor. Oh well.
He poured himself into bed, keeping one foot on the floor in the hopes that would stop the bed spins. It never did, but one could always hope. As he lied there, he knew he needed a new woman in his life but just couldn't bring himself to get involved in another serious relationship. The bar scene wasn't working for him, he usually ended up drinking too much or spending too much, and still going home alone. He tried those internet dating services but the women just wanted to find Mr. Right or wanted to be friends first to see if there is any chemistry. What he needed was to find a "fuck buddy". He drifted off to sleep holding his limp "whiskey dick" in his hand.
Saturday morning brought the expected hangover. He downed 2 big glasses of O.J. and started the coffee. After taking the dogs out for their morning walk, although today it was more like a morning shuffle, he returned to a big mug of coffee and the newspaper. After pouring over the sports page and the business section, he noticed an article in the people section about the popularity of adult 'dating' web sites. The article even gave some of the more prevalent sites.
Rick staggered over to his computer, his head still throbbing despite the coffee and juice. He perused the sites and settled on one that didn't promote relationships other than the sexual ones. He entered in all his pertinent information, trying to sound like something other than a hound dog, but also not wanting to mislead anyone. After finishing, he started to skim the ads of some of the women. He was surprised at the number of dissatisfied housewives who were looking for discreet relationships. He considered replying to a few of them, thinking that such an arrangement could be a win-win situation for him. He would get the sex he desperately needed and he wouldn't have to worry about her wanting anything from him except his discretion. Ultimately, he decided that set up could wait until he was sure there weren't any others out there. He chose to answer some interesting ads that weren't too graphic, figuring, as enticing as the graphic ones were, they most likely weren't genuine. Now it was time to sit back and wait.
Surprisingly, he received a couple of responses from his ad and a few replies from his responses. They all grabbed his attention, so he started an email-a-thon with each one, hoping that at least one would pan out. A few turned out to be interested only in getting him to visit their web site or web cam. However, one of the ladies seemed to be appealing. She sent a picture of herself, obviously one of those glamour shots taken at a studio where they could do wonders. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. He couldn't tell from the picture whether she was overweight or not but he'd find that out soon enough. He especially liked her name, April. He decided to contact her again to set up a time to meet.
April said she worked not too far from him so they decided to meet for coffee before work on Friday morning. If all went well, they could go to happy hour after work and then go to one of their places.
Friday seemed to take forever to get there. Rick wore the same suit he wore in the picture he sent her so that she wouldn't have any trouble finding him. They agreed that they would give themselves at least an hour to talk and still have time to get to work. Rick arrived a little early, took a table in the corner where their conversation wouldn't be overheard, and scanned the front page of the newspaper while he waited. He heard the chair across from him move, which startled him, and he put the paper down to see a stunning black woman sitting across from him.
"Rick? Hi, I'm April."
"Is this some kind of joke? You're not April!" Rick was looking around the shop for some sign that his friends had put this woman up to for a practical joke. How they found out about this, he didn't know. "I am waiting for someone, if you don't mind…" he gestured for her to leave without being too rude or obvious.
"No joke. I am April. And I am the person you are waiting for, honest."
"I don't think so, the person I am waiting for is not…" He paused a second, when she added "Black?"
"Well, yea."
"I am the woman you're waiting for. The photo you received is of my college roommate. Sorry about that."
Rick was trying to process it all. It was too early in the morning for this kind of shit.
"Why? Why didn't you just send me one of yourself?"
"Would you have met with me if I did?"
He looked her in the eyes and pondered that question. He didn't think he had any racist tendencies, but then this really wasn't a racist issue, was it? This was more about being physically attracted to someone, regardless of color.
"I never really thought about it before. But to be honest, I probably wouldn't have. Nothing personal. It's just an individual preference."
"That's why I did it. I thought that if you got to know me first, as a person, as a woman, then maybe you could get past the color. Personally, I like white men, especially in a casual sex thing."
"Really? Why? I thought we men were all alike. At least that's what those afternoon talk shows always say."
She laughed at his backward insult toward manhood and the talk shows hosted by women for women. "In most cases you men are all alike. Not that that is a bad thing. We may bitch about you guys, but the alternatives aren't that appealing, at least not to me." She smiled again and he noticed that it was a great smile, almost sexy. Her lips were bright red and showed off her straight white teeth. "But my experience, although limited I should add, is that white men have treated me better when it's just a casual, physical thing. Not to say that black men treat me poorly, not at all, it's just that …" She paused, trying to find the right words, but obviously failing.
"I understand…I think. But don't they have bigger, you know…" Rick used his hands to indicate prick size.
"A girl has to make some sacrifices, and that's mine."
The waitress came over and they ordered some coffee and bagels.
"So is there anything else that you told me that isn't true."
"Well, I don't work near here. I actually work out of my home. I told you I worked near here to make it easier for you to agree to meet. That's a small fib, but you did ask."
They chatted for about an hour about various things from current events, the local sports teams, jobs and personal likes and dislikes. Rick was glad to see that she was not only attractive, but intelligent too. She didn't try to snow ball him into believing she knew about a topic when she didn't and she definitely made him aware when she was well versed on a particular topic. April was thankful to be able to talk to a man without having to be subservient to his views, and, that he was an avid sports fan.
As they talked, Rick admired April's features. She had big beautiful eyes, highlighted by long eyelashes and just the right amount of makeup. She had high cheekbones and her skin was flawless. Rick thought she had a classic beauty about her. She wore a black linen blazer over a cotton, scoop-necked blouse. Her breasts were a nice size, probably a C cup, although the blazer obscured them. He started to become attracted to this woman and fantasized about her in the sack.
