Secret White Lover (BWWM Interracial Erotic Romance)

by Porsha Jackson

  I wanted to gag at the idea.

  “I would totally go for him, if he wasn’t my cousin, you know,” she said, making me shudder.

  “That’s okay, Mandy,” I said.

  “Okay,” she replied. “Eventually, you’re going to want to start dating again. Then it will be me and you versus the world, darling.”

  The thought of being compared to Mandy was horrifying. “The two single bachelorettes,” she continued.

  I looked up and forced one last smile at her, then turned to my computer.

  Chapter 7

  The Mall

  I quickly pulled into a parking spot at the mall. I hadn’t finished work as early as I would have liked, and I only had about fifteen minutes before I needed to be at the day-care to pick up Samuel and Kimberly. I shuffled through the slushy parking lot towards the mall, carrying my oversized purse. If Mandy had shut up sooner, I wouldn’t be in such a rush.

  As I passed the family parking spot, another young man emerged from an expensive sports car. Is there something I’m missing in the word ‘family’? The man removed his sunglasses and smiled at me; completely oblivious to the fact I wanted to sock him right in the face.

  I made my way into the mall. It was even busier today, two days before Christmas. I fought through thick crowds of people towards the toy store where, hopefully, they had a Ferbie left in stock.

  As I came closer to the center of the mall, the crowd seemed to become thicker and harder to shove my way through. I stood up on my tippy toes to see what all the commotion was. There was an enormous line of last minute shoppers waiting to have their kids sit on Santa’s lap. I wondered if it was Nicholas again.

  I shoved my way through the crowd, making a small detour around the Winter Wonderland display to try and catch a glimpse. I pushed aside an entire Asian family with six or seven kids to get a spot at the edge of the fence into the play land. I was like a young teenager, trying to get a spot right against the stage at the rock concert so they could see their idol just a little bit closer.

  It was in fact Nicholas. He held a small child on his lap and had the biggest smile across his face. I could see his thick arms fill out his red and white Santa suit. Oh, what I would give to be on that lap. He helped the child down off of his lap then turned to ask the elf to bring in the next child. Then, he looked towards me.

  He recognized me immediately and smiled. I smiled back, shyly. I was a little embarrassed to have pushed my way through so many children to catch a glimpse of Santa Claus, but after that smile, it was all worth it.

  He turned his head back to his work, as another child was lead up to his lap.

  I was running out of time. I had to go get that damn Ferbie. I began once again to shove my way back through armies of people towards the toy store. The toy store was like the heart of the mall at Christmas time. There was a constant stream of people flowing in and out of it. I pushed my way into the stream and entered the toy store.

  It was overwhelming. There must have been one hundred isles of useless crap. Half the parents in the store were pushing strollers or guiding small children around. Walking through was like traversing an obstacle course. I couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of the enormous line of families waiting to see the cashier. But, I was determined to get my child that furry, talking creature thing.

  I made my way down the main isle of the store, which intersected every other isle. I looked down each and every lane, trying to determine whether the theme of that lane matched the same criteria as a Ferbie. Lucky for me, I found an entire isle literally labeled ‘Ferbie’.

  Unlucky for me, the isle was completely empty, having been sold out. Of course the most popular toy of the season was completely sold out two days before Christmas. I don’t know why I even bothered to try.

  I hung my head in disappointment and made my way back into the stream of people siphoning out of the store. I walked past the long line of depressed looking parents at the cashier. At least they got what they came for. I had to make the long walk of shame directly out the exit door, empty handed.

  I stepped out, looking at my feet. I saw a man dressed in a red and white Santa suit. I looked up at his face. It was Nicholas. He was standing about ten feet away from me. He was smiling and looking directly at me, holding a large sac of toys.

  “Ho, ho hello there!” he said with his deep voice.

  “Hey!” I said, excitedly.

  “I got you something,” he said, still grinning ear to ear. He reached into his large sac and pulled out a wonderfully wrapped box with a ribbon on it.

  He handed it out to me.

  “Oh, thank you,” I said. “What is it?”

  “Open it,” he said.

  I looked down at the gift. That goofy smile from the previous day returned to my face. I bit my lip, once again trying to suppress the embarrassing smile. I pulled the wrapping paper open, almost guiltily as it was wrapped so perfectly. It was a Ferbie.

  “They gave us a bunch of the most popular toys so that we could sell them to parents when their kids ask for them,” he said. “But you can just have that one.”

  “Oh my God, thank you so much,” I said.

  “No problem. It’s my job,” he said, smiling.

  “I don’t mind paying you for it,” I said.

  “Don’t be silly,” he replied.

  I looked down at the Ferbie again, almost in disbelief of my stupid luck.

  “I got you this card, too,” he said, handing me a card.

  I blushed. “I feel horrible. I didn’t get you anything,” I said, awkwardly.

  “You’re not supposed to get Santa anything!” he said. “Except for maybe some milk and cookies every now and then,” he smiled at me.

  I began to open the card.

  “Whoa. Wait until you get home,” he said.

  “Alright,” I said.

  “I have to run back to work. I’ll see you around, Kenya,” he said.

  He remembered my name. I felt a warming sensation cross my heart.

  “Bye,” I said, still blushing.

  “Merry Christmas!” he called out as he walked back towards his station.

  “Merry Christmas,” I said back.

  I looked back down at the card, then at my watch. I was so late. I began to run towards the exit.

  Chapter 8

  Christmas Bunnies

  Dinner was cooking on the stove and Kimberly was colouring, properly using paper, on the living room table. I had just finished cleaning up the dinner preparation mess and putting Samuel to sleep. The house was an unusual calm that evening. I walked over to Kimberly.

  “What are you drawing?” I asked.

  “Bunnies,” she said.

  “Bunnies?” I asked. “But it’s Christmas. Shouldn’t you be drawing Christmas stuff?”

  “Bunnies are Christmas stuff,” she said.

  “No, sweetheart. Bunnies are for Easter,” I said.

  “No, Christmas,” she said firmly and stubbornly.

  I smiled.

  “Okay,” I said as I turned away, back to the kitchen.

  I walked to the counter where the card from Nicholassat, unopened. I didn’t open it right away because I enjoyed the mystery and wonder it gave me. I liked to imagine that it was some romantic love letter professing his love for me, when in reality it was probably just a gift certificate or a coupon. Either way, it was nice of Nicholas to give me.

  I went to check on dinner. I looked back to the card again. It stuck out like a sore thumb on my counter. What if it was Nicholas telling me to meet him somewhere tonight for a romantic get together? I had to open it. I couldn’t handle the torment any longer.

  I walked over to it and picked it up. I pulled the envelope flap open and pulled out the card inside. It was red with no images or writing on it. It was just a solid red card. I opened the card up and there was a phone number, and nothing else. It must have been his personal number. I was suddenly so excited. I got his phone number!

 
“What is it, Mommy?” Kimberly asked, looking directly at me.

  “What is what?” I said, putting the card down on the counter.

  “Why are you smiling like that?”

  “Just excited for Christmas,” I lied.

  “I’m excited for Christmas too,” she told me. “That’s why I made all these bunnies.”

  “They’re very lovely, dear,” I said.

  She continued to draw her bunnies. I looked back down at the card on the counter.

  ***

  After dinner, I put Kimberly to bed and cleaned up the kitchen, leaving the card placed in the same spot on the counter. Every time I looked at the card and entertained the thought of calling the number, my heart would begin to jump through my chest.

  It all seemed too surreal.

  I picked up the card and my cell phone and took them to the couch by the fireplace. I stared down at the card for what felt like an eternity.

  “You can do it, Kenya,” I said to myself. “Just make the call. He wants you to call.”

  I flipped my phone open and stared at the number pad, delaying my destiny.

  “It’s not that big of a deal,” I told myself.

  I began to dial the number, slowly. Once the number was completely written out, I looked down at it again. I hovered my finger over the call button. I took a deep breath, and then I pressed the button and held the phone to my ear.

  I waited in silence as the phone rang. I closed my eyes as my heart began to pump harder and harder. I listened to the phone ring as I felt that warm sensation flutter through my face again.

  “Hello?” a man’s voice said on the other end.

  “Hello,” I said, suddenly forgetting how to properly converse with humans.

  There was a silence.

  “Who’s calling?” the voice asked.

  “This is Kenya,” I said. “Is this Nicholas?”

  “Hey, Kenya. This is Nicholas.”

  My heart exploded with excitement.

  “Hi,” I said again, awkwardly.

  “So you opened my card, hey?” Nicholas asked.

  “Yeah.” I said.

  “Sorry, I would have called sooner but I had to get the kids to sleep.”

  “I understand,” he said.

  I smiled, too excited for this phone call.

  “So I was meaning to ask you,” he began “what were your plans tomorrow night?”

  “Christmas Eve?” I asked.

  “Yeah,” he said.

  “Well, I was going to hang out with my kids...” I said.

  “Well, yeah. But after they’ve gone to sleep?” he asked.

  “Well, umm...” I said, not sure what to say. It was all so sudden.

  “I understand if you’re busy. It’s Christmas Eve after all,” he said.

  “No, I’m not busy,” I said. “I just... Don’t think I could get a babysitter tomorrow night, being Christmas Eve and all...”

  “Oh, of course not. I was thinking maybe I could come over and wish you and your family a Merry Christmas. Have your kids see Santa putting gifts under the tree and what not. The classic childhood fantasy.”

  I suddenly realized maybe he wasn’t asking me on a date, but instead a pity visit, after he heard about my husband. I began to feel a bit stupid.

  “Oh, yeah. That would be very nice of you, but I wouldn’t want to take you away from your family on Christmas Eve...”

  “Oh, that’s no problem,” he said. “My family’s all gone this Christmas, so it’s just me here.”

  “Okay, then sure. That sounds great,” I said, still embarrassed.

  “Great!” he said. “And maybe I can bring over a bottle of wine and we could watch a movie afterwards.”

  My heart suddenly lifted back out of my stomach. It was a date. I began to blush as I bit my lip. I hadn’t been on a date in years. What was I going to wear? Should I prepare some food?

  “Kenya?” he said, breaking the silence.

  “Oh, sorry,” I said, realizing I had drifted off into my fantasies. “That sounds great.”

  “Wonderful!” he said. “Why don’t you text me your address and I will see you tomorrow.”

  “Okay, Nicholas,” I said, happily.

  “Merry Christmas, Kenya,” he said.

  “Merry Christmas,” I replied, hanging up the phone.

  I could have just screamed I was so excited.

  Chapter 9

  Christmas Eve

  Nicholas and I exchanged texts throughout the next day, planning out the intricate details of how I was going to leave my door unlocked, and then wake up the kids at the right moment so that they could catch a glimpse of Santa Claus. Even his text messages were charming for some strange reason.

  Kimberly and I baked various Christmas cookies that night. We made snowman shaped cookies, tree shaped cookies and, of course, bunny shaped cookies. I let Kimberly decorate the cookies as I rolled and cut them. The cookies went from being snowman shaped, to mountain of sprinkles shaped. Samuel quietly watched some annoying Christmas themed animated show in the living room.

  “You know Santa is coming tonight,” I said to Kimberly.

  “Yeah,” she said to me.

  “Are you excited for tomorrow?” I asked.

  “Yep,” she said, somewhat unenthusiastically.

  I think she was still disappointed that Santa wasn’t able to promise her what she’d asked for.

  “When I was a kid, I would go to bed really early on Christmas Eve so that Christmas would come faster.”

  “Really?” she asked.

  “Yeah,” I said. “I would eat dinner and then run up to bed. Time goes by quicker when you’re asleep.”

  I pulled a batch of cookies out from the oven.

  “So maybe tonight, you and your brother can go to sleep really early, so Christmas will come quicker,” I said.

  “I want presents,” Kimberly said. I laughed.

  “Me too,” I said.

  ***

  After dinner, Kimberly ran up the stairs to her bedroom and I took Samueland carried him up to the nursery.

  “Come tuck me in, Mommy!” Kimberly yelled from in her room.

  “I’ll be right there, Kimberly,” I yelled back.

  I placed Samuel down in his crib and he looked up at me with his big eyes. My God, did he ever look like his father.

  “You think Santa will like Mommy?” I asked him softly.

  He continued to look at me.

  He smiled.

  “Really?” I asked.

  He giggled.

  “I hope so,” I said.

  I reached and pressed a button on his crib, which made lullaby music.

  “Go to sleep, baby,” I said to him, pulling the little blanket over his body. He closed his eyes immediately.

  “I love you, Samuel,” I said as I made my way to the door.

  I tucked Kimberly into bed. She was too eager to go to sleep to even listen to me tell her a story. If every night were Christmas Eve, I would be a much younger looking woman.

  I went straight to my room and began to get ready for my date. I had already picked out my favorite dress and lipstick that matched it. I pulled my mom jeans off and then pulled off my sweater. I removed my comfy white sports bra that I wore around the house, letting my black titties hang out.

  I pulled a much sexier red push up bra out from my closet and slipped it over my breasts. It was much more flattering for my chest. I pulled down my panties, letting my pussy breathe for a moment while I dug out a pair of panties that matched my bra. Before putting on the undies, I looked down and admired my clean-shaven pussy, which I’d done in the shower this morning for the first time in longer than I would ever admit.

  I slipped on the panties.

  I took the dress with me to my large bathroom mirror and looked at myself. I turned to my side and stood up straight and perking up my black butt. I still looked pretty good. I bent over and began to slip on my cute little dress. It wasn’t a long dress, but
instead it cut off just above my knees. It was red and made with satin. There was a long, deep V cut into the chest which showed the perfect amount of cleavage without being too skanky. The dress hugged my ass tightly and presented my dark curves wonderfully. I grabbed my big boobs and adjusted them in the dress, as I looked myself in the mirror.

  I was hot.

  I made my way to the bathroom and began to apply my makeup. I took my black eyeliner and laid it on nice and thick. I applied the lipstick I had chosen carefully on my soft lips and then I puckered my lips together.

  I went back to my closet and began digging through the pairs of shoes I hadn’t worn in what seemed like a lifetime. I found a sexy pair of heels I had bought a few years back but never had a reason to wear. I slipped them onto my feet. They went perfectly with the dress. I pulled some old jewelry out of a jewelry box and blinged myself up. I was ready for him.

  I sat by my bedroom window and watched the clock, waiting for ten when he was supposed to arrive. The time seemed to go by in super slow motion. I watched as the second hand ticked around the clock. I looked out the window.

  There he was. Nicholas was making his way towards my unlocked door. He looked up into my window at me, smiled and waved. I smiled and waved back. Now, I had to do my part.

  I got up and walked towards Kimberly’s room. My heels clunked against the ground as I tried to be as quiet as possible. I creaked her door open and walked up to her bed.

  “Kimberly!” I whispered.

  She didn’t wake up.

  “Kimberly,” I whispered again.

  She opened her eyes and looked at me, still half asleep.

  “What?” she asked.

  “I heard reindeer on the roof,” I said.

  Her eyes exploded open with excitement.

  “When?” she asked.

  “Just now,” we heard a thud downstairs as Nicholas entered the house. I’d told him that I hid all the presents in the closet.

  “Is that Santa?” Kimberly asked.

  “I think so,” I said.

  “Should we go see?” she stared up at me in amazement.

  “C’mon,” I said, offering her my hand.

  “Why are you dressed like that?” Kimberly asked me.