by Unknown
Laila unbuttoned her blouse slowly, then her bra and threw them aside, like an artist in a strip show. When she began to unzip her jeans, Dave realized that she meant business. Okay, he thought, he could do anything she could do! And though it was a chilly night, it did seem the place was getting warmer now than he’d thought.
In spite of his curious hesitancy and challenge, they undressed slowly, sneaking quick glances at each other. He’d never had any particular curiosity about his girl friend’s body, although he’d covertly noticed whenever they met, his curiosity had grown. Pretending to have trouble with his shoe laces he crouched down and peered at her sideways.
While her fair skinned boy friend’s body and genitals didn’t turn her on at first, Laila began to get the now familiar warmth between her legs. It felt like something turning over in the pit of her belly, and then her little triangle got moist and itchy. She wondered what he’d do if she reached out and grabbed his prick.
Dave gave a final nonchalant shake to his head, eyeing his girl friend’s exquisite colored body with more interest. “Hey! Laila, aren’t we going a little too far, what if you get into trouble, you are not protected?” he said reluctantly.
“I’m not, I don’t need to, and in a couple of day’s time I’m due to get my monthly cycle!” she said indignantly. “I’m already having slight pains in my lower tummy, which is a sure sign that I will be having my menses in a couple of days.”
Dave shrugged, still keeping his cool as Laila gathered his hands and led him to her bed room. “If you want to go through with it. I don’t mind.” He said. “But don’t tell me that I didn’t warn you.”
“Oh, for God’s sake stop cringing.” She said.
Dave didn’t really believe it until his girl friend dropped to her knees and grabbed his stiff penis, stroking it with a pleased look. She didn’t really have to make it hard as it was hard already.
“Ooooohh, it’s beautiful and nice!” she cooed happily, admiring the rosy look of it, and perfection of the point at the end. A thin blue vein wriggled the length of the shaft. It looked sweet and pretty and cuddly. She squinted underneath and noticed his testicles were equally, nice, rosy pink and delicately ridged with a faint fizzing of black hair.
Dave’s knees trembled with excitement. He shuffled his feet farther apart for balance, and hoped desperately he’d get a good hard-on. He couldn’t let his girl friend see him as anything but manly.
“Gee wiz!” she said in an awed voice. “You really do have a big one, Dave!” Laila was overcome with ecstasy and joy by actually seeing it come erect and alive.
Both of them were making rapid mental reassessments of the situation, of each other, and the possibilities. Dave wondered how far he dared to go with his girl, because it was the first time he was about to have sex with a colored girl and he didn’t know how she felt about things.
Laila, the daredevil-yet practical female, had leaped beyond him. A really marvelous idea had popped into her mind, but would he? Or would he turn her down, for mysterious reasons she couldn’t understand? Her little muff creamed heavily at the thought, her juices dripping down her silky smooth thighs.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained. She opened her mouth as wide as it would go and sucked his hard prick juicily. It felt so good, ticklish on her tongue. Wet at the end, where a sticky faint secretion leaked out. It was warm and yummy, and it seemed to swell right inside her mouth! She sucked noisily, even while Dave bent his knees and collapsed on the bed next to her.
Dave simply sank down next to her, hardly able to believe what was happening, moaning with joy of the warm wet pressure around his stiff dick.
“You are really something, Laila,” he marveled. He was so thrilled; he wanted to do the same for her. Switching his body around, he leaned up on an elbow and parted her pretty colored thighs. He slurped his tongue wetly over Laila’s brownish labia. Her juices tingled pleasantly on his tongue. Slightly saltish but very satisfying.
He found the soft triangle of her clitoris and fastened his lips around it. It wasn’t really red, just a pretty pink. It swelled fatly as he licked it.
Laila was ecstatic. The more he ate her, the more she wanted to eat him. The more frequently he ran his tongue over her clitoris, the more she sucked and ran her tongue over the scarlet knob. When she couldn’t stand it anymore because the pleasure of her orgasms were so great, she stopped sucking him and then he would stop, too.
“Golly, Dave, isn’t this fun? She gasped during one brief interval of catching her breath. “How do you like my treat,” she asked him. “And for God’s sake don’t run away with the idea that I do this for a living.”
“Couldn’t be better.” He told her in fascination as he watched a flush over her pouting nipples and flat belly and her boobs vibrated with her spasms. “What prompted you to make such a silly statement?”
“Dave?” She rose up on an elbow. “Have you ever….you know, have you really done it?”
“Screwed, you mean?” He thought of lying, and decided not to. “No. I haven’t, screwed a colored girl, if that’s what you wish to find out”
“Well, why don’t we do it?” Laila asked. “Neither have I got myself screwed by a white lover.”
“Hhhmmmm. I dunno. Do you think we could?” The idea was certainly attractive, but he was a bit jittery.
“Sure we can. Why not?” Then she looked at his erect organ and giggled. “Okay, Dave, let’s get down to business.” Her breath came with a whistle as she was now breathing hard and fast, her eyes were glazing with lust. She turned over, crouching on elbows and knees, her exotic body swaying. Her succulent boobs poked out from her chest, their nipples pinkly pouting and shining as a thin coat of perspiration covered it in anticipation and anxiety.
“I still can’t believe this is happening to me.” he declared, “Maybe you shouldn’t expect too much from me.”
“I’m not expecting anything,” she said with excitement, “We both seem to be new to this kind of fun so let’s enjoy it.”
He stared at her for a second, confused at what she was doing. He had at least a small bit of knowledge of human sexuality. But he didn’t think he could cope with that the first time. Looking between his girl’s legs, he could see her pussy but the angle looked slightly impossible.
“Not that way, honey,” he said kindly. Repositioning her on her back, he started to explain. “This is the way most people….oh, hell. I’ll show you.” He couldn’t go into any long explanation with his dick swaying in front of him, bobbing up against his belly, rearing to have a go at her inviting pussy.
Laila didn’t care, she didn’t mind how they did it as long as they did it they could be standing on their heads. She stretched her legs wide, while he squatted in between them. Dave placed the scarlet knob of his prick in what he hoped was the right position. Then with a smile he swung his girl’s legs up on his shoulders. He’d fit in much better that way.
“Oh, Dave, are we really going to do it?” she sighed happily.
“We sure as hell are,” he answered, hoping to make it come true.
“Come on, Dave, do it! Put your dick inside me!” Laila said impatiently.
“I’m doing it, I’m doing it!” He had it poised at the right spot and hunched forward. The round knob plowed in a short distance and stopped smack up against a mysterious barrier.
“My God! Laila, you are still a virgin.” He was shivering with excitement. He wanted to let her continue to be one. Only, his prick was so hot and tight inside her. “I’ll have to de flower you, Laila.” He warned her.
“Yeah, I know, that’s what I want you to do, so do it,” she urged. “You push down, Dave, and I’ll push back. Ready? One, two, three….Go!”
Dave rammed forward with all his erotic strength, even though it squeezed and pinched his tender shaft. At the same time Laila slammed her pussy forward, using her whole body, twisting the bed sheet with her hands for purchase. Something gave way.
“Oowwww!” Laila moaned.
A quick, sharp pain stabbed through her. To Dave it was the release from pain, and a sudden burst of pleasure. He rolled his eyes skyward, as if he was thanking God, savoring the way his prick was deliciously buried in her hot, tight, wet pussy passage.
Laila made a face and gritted her teeth. But the pain only lasted a second and she began to feel the glow from her bunny spreading out through her. Even her fingers and toes tingled with the novel pleasure. She could feel her narrow sheath relax around his hot flesh, and the profusion of juices oiling his way.
“Wow, It feels good already,” she sighed. “Doesn’t it, Dave? Doesn’t it feel great?”
“Sure does,” he laughed. He’d never felt better in his life.
Dave began to move experimentally, jabbing her with his stiff prick in the yielding sides of her vagina. Then he settled down into a straightaway pumping motion, more or less evenly tempered. Laila was working hard, he saw….too hard. Her white teeth were clamped onto her lower lip, and her face looked serious and involved, in pure concentration. But she picked up his movement, smacking back at him, her strong young back sending her surging forward so her clitoris made delicious contact with his pelvic bone. Then her mouth loosened and a wide happy smile crept over it.
“I could go on doing this all night,” she said dreamily, and her boy friend laughed because that was what she said about everything. For a girl friend, she was all right. But she’d just about drained him and he knew it’d be a while before he could get his prick up again.
Laila plopped down beside him, digging her fingers in his head, as Dave said. “This is the best treat I ever, ever had.”
Laila yawned. “It’s getting chilly,” she admitted. “But Dave, we can do this again, can’t we?”
“Yes,” he interrupted. He pulled on his shirt and began to hunt for his pants. “You don’t regret losing your virginity, do you Laila?”
“No I don’t regret it; I could never regret meeting you, my love.” Laila declared. “Meeting you, I think is a blessing in disguise. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would fall so passionately in love with a man like you.”
“Hang on, honey, till I finish my probationary period and get my rightful place in the company with a lucrative pay package, I’ll make you the happiest girl in town.” Dave said in earnest.
“I know, Dave, I’ll be waiting for that day.” Laila said as she snuggled close to him.
Kindling the Past
The next morning as Lynn reported to work, Lamia, her friend was waiting eagerly for news of their meeting. “Well, how did it go last night? Did you give Dave a treat with champagne and caviar?” she asked.
“Not exactly…. Does a meal at the ‘Full Moon’ come close to it though? And a sip of wine at home, with a little bit of…. You know what? When a boy meets a girl” Laila said with a wink.
“Good for you, Laila. You deserved it.” Her friend told her. “Okay then, boss, what do you want me to do first this morning? After all, I can’t stand around here all day chatting to you!”
“Well, you could sort out that delivery that was made yesterday; try to sort the sizes out before you bring the stock through, though I had enough of that yesterday.” Laila instructed her friend.
“I’ll be in the back if you need me, then, Laila, give me a shout if it gets busy.” Lamia said and got to work.
This was how Laila kept her day to day life at the boutique going, she was happy and content with what she was doing. At the start Laila was a bit nervous in her new role as the manageress, which was understandable; Laila was a virtual nonentity when she started but soon she’s helped keep the shop in the top of the top ten in town. She walked in with a huge amount of energy and a huge amount of willingness. Her boss once said “My girls are a fairly rowdy group, but Laila out-rowdied all of them….without a doubt.”
Asked how she would describe herself, Laila often says frankly, “I’m a good old fashioned girl from up town who’s a bit goony. There’s a part of me that’s like Miss. Devonheart. She’s stable and in control….and then she’s neurotic and out of control.” She further continued. “What I’m really getting tired of is people dwelling on my past and because I’m a colored girl, making it seem as if I’ve had this hard life. I’ve had a wonderful life. I’ve been blessed.”
Laila was a quiet girl in high school where the blue-eyed, cheerleader types seemed to have all the boyfriends. They rebelled by dressing like beatniks and spending evenings invading drug stores and shops, shop-lifting and looking for boys. That’s where Laila had a crush to join the beatniks, led by Tracy a no good senior.
Laila was wild, but not promiscuous wild, she was forced to pull a lot of pranks, one of them was to do a bit of shop-lifting, where things went wrong for her. Caught in the act she was prosecuted and she had to reluctantly drop out of high school. Laila supported herself with part-time jobs decorating and cleaning houses while making the rounds of agencies. It was through one of the agencies that she was able to land the present job. With her typical grit, Laila plunged head on and was an instant success.
Laila’s joy and happiness was short lived. Three months after her promotion as the manageress of the dress boutique she was in for a real shock, which almost shattered her for the rest of her life.
To be precise it was three months and fourteen days when a ghost from the past came to torment her, in the form of Tracey, the no good senior school mate, who by now had a yard long criminal record.
Laila was going through the accounts ledger and was deeply engrossed in her work and didn’t know it, but she was being watched and….
“I wasn’t sure when I first saw you, Laila. But I am now! What are you doing working in a shop? I wouldn’t have thought they’d have allowed that… someone with your record.” The watcher commented.
“Tracy! What are you doing here?” Laila questioned the watcher.
“Well, I was just browsing until I spotted you. How did you get this job with a conviction for shoplifting on your record?” the girl asked.
“Will you keep your voice down, Tracy; I don’t want everyone to hear you.” Laila said in a state of shock.
“Oh, I see. You didn’t tell them, did you? Don’t you know that’s an offence….to leave information like that off your application form?” Tracy said spitefully.
“Yeah, well, it was you who forced me to shoplift for you and you got convicted too. So I don’t know what you’re so high and mighty about. And it was your stupid idea in the first place, if you hadn’t started those stupid double dares. I would never have dreamed of taking anything from a shop.” Laila retorted with anger.
“Yeah, but you did. Didn’t you? You were just unlucky that the shopkeeper was fed up with it and decided to prosecute you as an example to others. You were let off with a warning, while I was fined. So I was the one who ended up in the most trouble really.” Tracy said. “Speaking of trouble. I wonder what would happen if I asked to speak to your boss? Do you think this dress might manage to keep my mouth shut for the moment?” Tracy continued by fishing a dress from the rack and holding it up to check the size.
“What do you mean? What’s the dress got to do with it?” Laila questioned her wondering what she was up to.
“You know very well what I mean, Laila. I want this dress in exchange for not reporting you to your boss. What do you think? Is this job worth the price of one measly dress to you or not?” Tracy said.
“You can’t do that! This is blackmail!” Lynn said to the girl.
The Blackmail
Call it what you like, Laila. But I want this dress right now, are you going to wrap it for me or am I going to pay your boss a visit?” Tracy challenged her. “I’m sick of being poorly dressed, while I have someone who can keep me furnished with the latest dresses.
There was nothing Laila could do. She wrapped the dress and handed it to the girl and paid for the dress herself as she was at the girl’s mercy.
“I knew you’d see sense in the end, Laila. Thanks very
much for all your help.” She said and walked out of the shop very coolly. Laila felt sick and wondered why she let her get away with that? She should have reported herself to Miss. Devonheart rather than let the bitch Tracy walk out of the shop with the dress.
Just a while later, Laila was at her table pondering over at what had happened when Lamia, her friend walked up to her and spoke.
“Laila, I’ve finished in the stockroom, where do you want them put when they’re brought through? Laila, are you listening to me? Are you all right?” Lamia asked her.
“Yes. I’m fine. Why?”
“You look as if you’ve seen a ghost, that’s why! Why don’t you take an early lunch and rest in the canteen for a while? I’ll cover for you here.” Lamia volunteered.
Laila was very glad to have a friend who could help her. She gave her a lame excuse that she was feeling a bit strange and that a cup of tea would probably put her on her feet again.
“Take your time, Laila. I’m in no rush and it’s not exactly busy in here today.” Lamia said as Laila headed towards the canteen. But Laila needed more than a cup of tea to solve her problem. It was worse than her worst nightmare coming true. It must be a million to one chance that Tracy would walk into the shop and see her again after all these years. It would seem like the opportunity of a lifetime to her to blackmail her into giving that dress.