Libby O'Donovan had never fucked on the first date before, but she figured there was a first time for everything...and this would be a great first time.
The pale redhead's date with Michael Taylor was going much, much better than she had expected. She was afraid that he would be too shy, but he was simply shy in crowds; one-on-one with her, he was likely, talkative, funny-and so very, very sexy. She kept thinking about what it would be like to see his dark-skinned body on her white bedsheets, touching his chest with her pale hands, kissing his lips, chest and cock. She wanted this, and she wanted it tonight.
The two shared an ice cream brownie for dessert. Libby couldn't help smiling as she saw the vanilla ice cream running over the chocolate brownie; it reminded her of what she would look like riding him.
"So," she whispered. "My roommate's on a trip with her boyfriend. She won't be back 'til Monday night."
"I see," Michael responded in his beautiful baritone voice.
"I have a few photos I'd like to show you..."
"I thought you keep all of them on your phone!"
"Oh, stop, silly!" she replied. "Seriously, I think you'll like them."
"Sure."
Libby and Michael took a brief walk back to her apartment. As the elevator climbed up to the fifth floor, Libby felt herself fighting the urge to push Michael to the wall and start making out with him. "Just a few minutes..." she thought to herself.
Libby was so excited she could barely keep the key steady in her hand. She finally managed to open the door and pulled Michael in.
Michael was stunned by the sight of Libby's bedroom. She seemed to have a collection of virtually every hip-hop CD ever sold, along with a seemingly endless list of hip-hop concert DVDs. Libby's friend Alison Logan, who also knew Michael, had told him that she was a big hip-hop fan, but he never realized just how big.
"Damn, girl," Michael smiled. "You've got more than me."
