“I got hungry for coffee and cookies,” he says smiling, “are there any left or did you eat them all?”
Chapter Six
To say that I’m surprised is an understatement.
“May I come in,” he asks as I stand there in utter shock.
“Yes, of course,” I finally manage to squeak out and stand aside. As he brushes past me his arm accidently grazes my tits and I feel my nipples immediately respond.
“Coffee,” I ask needlessly and walk on shaking legs to the kitchen where I can brace myself against the counter.
“Sure,” Brad accepts, “can I help?”
“No thanks,” I manage another squeak as I put the cookies on a plate.
By time the coffee is ready my legs have regained their strength and I carry a tray to the couch where Brad is waiting. We both sit down while I pour the coffee.
“Black, right?”
“Please.”
“And a cookie?”
“Please.”
We both munch on our cookies and drink our coffees in silence. The coffee loosens my throat and I am finally able to speak.
“What did you do yesterday, I didn’t see your car at all.”
“Just a few errands in the morning then at the VA center in the afternoon.”
“VA center?”
“Veterans Administration center. I work with a disabled veterans support group there.”
“Oh,” I manage to say. So apparently he wasn’t with a girlfriend. Or boyfriend.
“How often do you do that?”
“Every Saturday afternoon and sometimes Sunday afternoon as well if I’m needed,” he pauses for a moment, “what about you, what did you do?”
“Laundry, cleaning the apartment, food shopping, nothing very exciting. And Saturday night I went out with my girlfriends.”
Now why did I add that about going out, I ask myself. Do I want him to know that I’m not dating anyone?
Why do I care?
“Where did you go?”
“There’s a dance club in town that we go to.”
“Do you go there often?”
“Pretty much every Saturday night. My married girlfriends are trying to find a man for me.”
“Any luck so far,” he asks with a big smile on his face.
“No,” I shake my head, “Most of the men there aren’t very interesting. It’s tough for a single black woman, all the good black men are taken.”
“That’s too bad,” he says seriously, “but you’re a very attractive woman, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a good man.”
“Well, thank you for the nice compliment,” I say with a big smile.
“Tell me about yourself,” I ask, “did you have a life before the army?”
“Yes,” he admits, “but not much of one,” he says sadly, “my dad died of cancer when I was in eighth grade and my mom died of cancer just a couple of years later. Lung cancer, they were both heavy smokers.”
“No brothers or sisters?”
“I’m an only child. I have a cousin, Valerie who is a couple of years older. We grew up together and are more like brother and sister. She’s also an only child. Her parents are gone too so the only family we have is each other. We’re very close but she lives in Oregon so we don’t see each other very often.”
“How did you wind up in the army?”
“My track coach knew about my parents and saw that I was at loose ends. He encouraged me to apply to West Point. I did and I passed all the tests so my congressman appointed me and I went. I loved it and the army and found a new family.”
“What happened to the girlfriend,” I ask being nosy.
“Margie? We were a hot item in high school. When I got my appointment to West Point she thought it was great. We were going to get married when I graduated but when she found out that I volunteered for combat training she got cold feet and decided that the life of an army wife wasn’t for her.”
The sadness in his voice is obvious and he seems near tears. I reach over and wrap my arms around him and hold him close. We remain that way for some minutes and then he pulls away.
“I have to go, I’m due at the VA this afternoon,” he says as he stands.
“We haven’t finished the cookies yet, does that mean that I can come back?”
“Of course, you’re always welcome.”
I stand also and we walk to the door. He puts his arms around me but instead of the hug that I am expecting he kisses me on my lips. I’m surprised but instinctively I open my mouth and return his kiss with passion. He hugs me close and I can feel his cock harden as I press my pussy against him.
We hold the kiss for long moments and we finally separate.
“I’ll see you again,” he says as he opens the door.
“Please do soon,” I agree and he is gone.
I shut the door and just stand there trying to understand my feelings. In a daze I go to the kitchen and just mechanically clean up being careful to return the uneaten cookies to their box. Again on shaking legs I make it to the couch and collapse.
What did I do? I kissed a white man, kissed him deeply and passionately, and I enjoyed it. Enjoyed it enough to essentially beg him to return. And do what? Kiss him again? I want to, I really do and then what? He says that I’m an attractive woman, he didn’t say black woman, what does that mean? I felt his hardness against me so I guess it’s true, he finds me attractive.
I’m so confused…
I’ve met many attractive white men but I’ve never once considered dating them. Nice guys too but I’ve never crossed the color line nor have I ever been tempted to. Not until now anyway. Does that mean I want to have a relationship with Brad?
Does Brad want a relationship with me or just a roll in the hay? And would that be so bad? I haven’t had sex with a man in well over a year, isn’t it about time? I can always satisfy myself, I’ve done that but I really like doing it with a man. With Brad? A white man?
If I start a relationship with Brad what will the Coven say? Should I even tell them? I have to, they would find out anyway. How do they feel about black-white relationships, we’ve never discussed it.
I’m so confused…
And I’m still alone…
At least for now.
Brad?
Chapter Seven
Brad didn’t come back tonight, I wasn’t really expecting him to. Or was I?
I pick up the book that I was reading and force myself to concentrate on it. Fortunately it’s a good book by a favorite author and I am able to submerse myself in it. Reading always relaxes me and soon I start to yawn and my head begins to nod. Time for bed, I decide and I make my way into the bedroom and soon I am in bed.
I dream again of Ethan. We are in bed and it’s late, it’s dark outside and the bedroom lights are off. I feel him reach for me under the covers, first my breasts and nipples and then down to gently part my legs and find my pussy. He caresses it gently then slips his finger inside to touch my clit. He massages it as I moan and move my hips. Soon the feeling is intense and I climax, screaming loudly.
He waits for my orgasm to subside and then moves on me to slide his hard cock in me. The sensation is intense and soon brings me to another screaming climax.
I awake in a sweat. The dream is so real that I actually feel around the bed to see if Ethan is really there.
But was it really Ethan in my dream? The sex act I dreamed wasn’t what Ethan and I usually did, was the dream with another man? Brad?
I’m so confused…
I manage to sleep again until the alarm wakes me in the morning.
It’s Monday, another workweek has begun.
And I’m still alone…
Brad?
Chapter Eight
I see a piece of paper on the floor just inside my apartment door. It’s a note from Brad I see when I open it.
Tonya, I have to go out of town suddenly, a problem on a job site. I’ll probably be gone all week. I’ll see you when I get
back.
Save some cookies for me!
Brad
I am relieved, it could have been a note of goodbye but it’s not. He wants to see me again.
But why?
To start a relationship?
Or just to fuck a black woman?
Either way why do I care…
But I do!
I’m so confused…
* * *
The workweek goes along as always. The usual problems at work but I have a great staff and my personal involvement is minimal but I still come home exhausted. I carefully study the parking lot when leave in the morning and arrive home at night but Brad’s car is never there.
When will he return?
Why do I care?
But I do…
Thursday night is the usual time for my weekly phone call with Janice. She calls after eight after the kids go to bed. She has three, a five year old boy and three year old twins, one boy and one girl. I am their Aunt Tonya and I love them dearly.
Right on schedule Janice calls and we share stories of what we did all week. I don’t tell her about Brad. I don’t like lying and I don’t do it. But not telling someone about something or someone isn’t really lying, at least I hope that it isn’t.
So we chat about innocent stuff for a while and then hang up. I am told to be ready for Saturday at the club.
But what about Brad? If he’s back will he want to see me? Should I be with him or go to the club?
I’m so confused…
* * *
Saturday comes and no Brad. He said that he might be gone all week and he is. I get my usual call from Janice to be ready to go to the club and as usual I agree. I do my usual Saturday chores, laundry being one, and every time I go to the laundry room I sneak a glance to the parking lot. No car so I don’t have to make a decision about going to the club. Yet…
But what if he is here and wants to see me? What do I tell the Coven? Do I make some flimsy excuse or do I confess everything?
But what would I confess? So far all I’ve done is kiss him. I really don’t know what else he wants if anything. I guess I should wait until I know.
I’m so confused…
I follow my routine and get ready. I lay out the usual club attire, bathe, dress and put on my makeup. I call for the Uber and as I’m waiting I constantly check the parking lot. The Uber arrives and no Brad so off I go to the club.
* * *
Same club and same men. I take the opportunity to carefully examine them, hoping to find a man who could be my black Brad but no such luck. A few new faces but many repeats. I dance with several, wondering how it would be to dance with Brad. As they put their arms around me I imagine that the arms belong to Brad.
But they are not even close.
Why do I care?
But I do.
I’m so confused…
The evening ends, same old, same old.
Janice drives me home and we chat. I’ve had a few drinks and I’m totally relaxed and I almost tell her about Brad but I don’t.
She drops me off and I go in the building. Instead of going straight to my apartment I once again check out the parking lot.
Still no Brad.
Will I see him tomorrow?
I hope so.
I get undressed and go to be bed.
Alone…
Chapter Nine
Sunday morning comes and I get out of bed. I put on the coffee and while it’s brewing I check the parking lot.
He’s back!
I resist the urge to knock on his door. He probably got back late last night and is still sleeping. I rush back to my apartment and shower quickly and dress. I drink my coffee and wait for a knock on my door.
* * *
The knock doesn’t come until much later, just after I’ve had a quick lunch. I had almost given up on hearing it. I rush to open the door and here he is, a big smile on his face. I stand back to let him in and he grabs me in a hug and lifts me off the floor. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss, passionately and deeply.
“I’ve missed you,” he claims.
“Me or the cookies,” I joke.
“Both actually, are there any left or do I have to make a special trip to the bakery?”
“A few,” I admit and lead him to the couch.
“Do you want some now,” I ask.
“Later,” he says and we kiss again.
He must be freshly showered, I smell the scent of the masculine soap he uses. I wonder if he can smell me, I hope so.
We continue to kiss and I can feel my nipples swelling in my bra. I push hard against his chest and he gets the idea. He slips his hand up my back under my shirt and smoothly releases my bra. His hand slides around and takes one nipple between his fingers and gently pinches it. The sensation is wonderful and a soft moan escapes my lips as I kiss him some more.
I take one hand from around his neck and move it to touch his thigh. I feel him open his legs and I move my hand up to find his cock. It is already hard and my touch excites him into an even more passionate kiss.
It’s been well over a year since I’ve been with a man, I wonder how long it’s been since he’s had a woman?
He lies down on the couch and pulls me on him. As he does he pushes up my shirt and his mouth finds a nipple. He gently sucks and licks it and the sensation is wonderful. My hand is still on his erection and I gently massage it through his pants. He makes male noises of delight and we lay on the couch pleasuring each other.
Brad rolls over moving me under him. He moves his hand down to my jeans, finds and opens the top button and slides down the zipper. He moves his hand inside my panties and pushes both down to reveal my pussy. He gently opens my legs and puts his head inside to allow his tongue to find my clit. As he licks it I feel myself getting close to a climax. Enjoying his tongue in me I hold back as long as possible but finally surrender to a screaming climax. As I thrash about on the couch Brad continues to lick me and I continue to scream with delight.
Eventually I am able to stop and I feel Brad move to position himself to enter me.
“I want to suck you,” I offer and he changes position to allow my mouth to engulf his cock. I suck it slowly and carefully and I can sense that he is enjoying it.
“Lick the underside,” he orders and I eagerly comply.
I suck him and massage his testicles and he makes sounds of delight.
Suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and stands. He reaches down and lifting me up carries me into my bedroom and deposits me carefully on the bed.
“Take everything off,” he commands as he undresses. I quickly remove my clothes and lie back, waiting for him. He opens my legs wide and slides his hard cock in me. The sensation is delightful and I moan in pleasure. He glides in and out enjoying my pussy as much as I’m enjoying his cock.
“Turn over,” he orders as he slides out of me and I do, “on your knees.”
He once again enters me this time from behind. The feeling in this position is different but just as enjoyable.
“Don’t stop, fuck me please,” I beg.
“I am and it’s wonderful,” he says and it is.
After a few minutes of doggy-style he pulls out and rolls onto his back. I get the hint and straddle him. This time I’m doing all the work as he just lies there and plays with my tits.
“This is wonderful,” I say and really mean it.
“Yes,” he groans and I can tell that he is really enjoying it too.
I’m not used to being in this position and my legs are getting tired. Brad must sense it so he pulls me down to his chest and while we kiss he rolls us over so we are on our sides facing each other. His cock slips out of me and we just lay there in each other’s arms.
I’m tired but I don’t want to stop. I slide my leg over his so that my pussy is rubbing on his cock. He gets the idea and rolls me so that my back is to him and slides his cock into me from behind. As he moves in me his hands find my nipples and he once again gently but firml
y massages them. The combination of him playing with my nipples and his cock in me is more than I can bear and I enjoy another screaming orgasm.
I feel him come too, his cock pulses inside me and I can imagine his hot juices filling me. It’s wonderful, I don’t want it to end.
But end it does and we lay there in each other’s arms once again, exhausted but thoroughly sated.
I’ve just fucked a white man, my very first one. I wonder if I’m his first black woman?
But is this the beginning of a real relationship or only a one night – or one afternoon – stand? What does he want? How can I find out?
I’m so confused…
Am I still alone?
Chapter Ten
“I think that I’m ready for a cookie now,” Brad says as he eases himself off the bed. He holds out his hand to help me up and as I rise he pulls me close to a passionate kiss. We separate and dress, I have to finish in the living room where I left most of my clothes.
Without any conversation I brew more coffee and put the rest of the cookies on a plate. I carry them to the couch where Brad and I sit close his arm pulling me to him. We alternately kiss, eat cookies and drink coffee, all without conversation.
“I have to go to the VA this afternoon,” he announces.
“How long will you be there,” I want to know. Will we continue our love making session later I wonder.
“Probably until about nine or ten unfortunately,” I could see that he was thinking the same thing.
“Too bad,” I exclaim and he simply nods his head.
“Are you traveling this week?”
“Nope, I’m here,” he states then after a pause asks, “can I see you during the week?”
“Oh yes,” I exclaim and grab him for another kiss.
“That’s good,” he says and rises, “I have to go.”
I rise too and reluctantly walk him to the door. Brad opens the door and grabs me for a last passionate kiss.
“You’re wonderful,” he says and walks down the hall to his apartment.
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