When he got to her house he said, “Hey why don’t you take my card. I’d love to meet up with you again during the day. Somewhere that’s not a seedy bar with the occasional salsa night.” Sam flashed her a huge smile; Bijou couldn’t help but notice the way the smile cracked across his entire face in a really genuine way. She took his card and thanked him profusely for driving her home. As she was walking up the stairs to her house Sam called after her half joking, “I would have invited myself up but I think you’ve had enough sleazeballs for the night.” Bijou laughed and her laugh filled the empty streets as she went upstairs to bed.
Bijou knew that she had to stop thinking about Sam. Two days had passed and she hadn’t called him but the card was staring at her, begging her to call. She couldn’t stop thinking about his smell when they’d danced together. The way he’d twirled her around had been passionate yet precise, she was the one who couldn’t dance. He moved like a pro. Strange. She’d never felt like this so suddenly for anyone. Bijou kept thinking about the way he’d punched another guy in the face for her honor, the way he had driven her home and actually kept his promise not to try any funny business. Perhaps Sam had appeared rough around the edges at first, but Bijou began to see that the man was more than he appeared.
Finally, she caved and called him. Sam agreed to come over to her place for a drink that night. Bijou couldn’t believe how easy it had been to convince him to come over. She didn’t realize Sam liked her that much. In fact she was nearly certain that since she hadn’t put out that night, he would be totally uninterested in her. Of course, Bijou couldn’t see into Sam’s heart. She didn’t understand that he wasn’t the kind of guy she thought he was. Yes, he was a dominant alpha male in public but he had a soft heart. Would she ever let her guard down enough to see it?
Sam arrived right on time. He pulled his car into her driveway and confidently walked up to Bijou’s door, pounding on the door exactly three times. Bijou was dressed in heels and a comfortable black dress. “Hi,” she said smiling. Before moving in for a hug, Sam presented her with a beautiful bouquet of flowers that smelled completely heavenly. As he held her close, lingering in the hug for a moment, Bijou felt a flutter in her heart that she hadn’t felt since her last boyfriend. Was she really that into Sam? She’d invited him over for drinks but Bijou had justified it to herself by telling herself it was her way of saying thank you and she owed it to Sam.
After putting the flowers in a vase on her kitchen counter, Bijou poured them both glasses of sparkling Chardonnay. As they sipped the bubbly liquid from their tall glasses they began talking and actually getting to know each other. Bijou felt a little shy so the conversation began slowly. But as they worked through the bottle, conversation began to flow. Bijou told Sam about her career as a writer and how much it had hurt her socially to have to move to such a small town in comparison to the city. To her surprise, Sam understood. He’d come from Philadelphia -- the rougher part of town -- and he was quite familiar with having to adjust to the sensibilities of the suburbs.
Bijou realized that he wasn’t the man she thought he was at all. He was brave, sensitive and had many of the same experiences that she’d had moving to a smaller town. She was actually beginning to fall for Sam, and she was falling faster than expected. She had no projections or hopes for a future with Sam but she did want to see him again. In fact… she wanted to see more of him now. The chemistry between them was obvious and potent. Bijou was about to do something she never did first, especially not with a man who she barely knew. Somehow with Sam, it just felt right. Bijou put her glass on the living room coffee table and kissed Sam on the lips. Sam was surprised and didn’t stop her. He set his glass down and moved his hand to her face, pulling her closer in an even more passionate kiss than she’d intended.
Bijou was turned on. It was like a switch had been flipped and she finally decided that she wanted to sleep with Sam. She could tell that he was merely testing the waters with her, seeing if she would go all the way. She would. Once Bijou decided that she would let a man between her legs there was nothing that could stop her from giving herself to him completely. She appreciated how Sam was taking it slow with her but his courtesy could have been interpreted a different way. What if he just wasn’t into her? Bijou decided to make sure by putting an end to the subtle game. “Do you want to take this upstairs?” she asked boldly, heart beating faster than ever as she waited for Sam’s response.
“Yes. But are you sure?” he asked. Bijou was annoyed at the question. Was he trying to reject her?
“What do you mean are you sure? I’m asking you to sleep with me,” she said impatiently. He found her slight poutiness endearing.
“Well, you just seem like the type of woman to make a guy wait a few dates,” he said smirking. Bijou saw a glimpse of the asshole she had first met peeking through.
“Well. I’ll be going upstairs. If you want to wait a few dates you can leave but if you actually want to get some tonight, you’ll be right behind me,” Bijou said. She finished her glass of Chardonnay and sashayed up the stairs to her bedroom, fully aware that she looked damn hot and no red blooded man would reject her offer.
Bijou entered her bedroom. She could hear Sam bounding up the stairs behind her. She turned around to face her doorway and he was ogling her with lust in his eyes. Bijou stared him in the eyes and slowly began to peel her black dress off her body. The dress was soft and silky against her curvy skin and as she stripped slowly Sam suppressed the urge to make his way over to her and aggressively rip her clothing off. Bijou was standing before him now with a black bra, skimpy black thong that clearly showed off her pussy and of course her heels. Her body oozed feminine sensuality. Sam somehow felt uncultured for thinking this, but he’d never been with a black woman before. Seeing how beautiful Bijou was standing nearly naked before him, he was beginning to realize that he should have had interracial hookups a long time ago. She was far more beautiful than any girl of any other race that he’d been with and her sexuality seemed softer and more genteel than anyone else.
He walked over to where she stood and held onto her hips, kissing her lips and her neck slowly, inhaling her fresh coconut scent and appreciating the unusual softness of her skin. Bijou felt like she was going to melt in his arms. There was something about a gregarious flirt being turned into this gentle, sensitive kind of guy that seemed to arouse her. She just hoped he would spare her the sensitive act when they were making love and he would fuck her rough and hard just the way she liked it.
Sam lifted Bijou off her feet and carried her to her bed, laying her on her back as she kicked her heels off. Sam climbed on top of her and continued to kiss her lips and neck as he removed her bra. As Bijou’s breasts spilled out of her bra into view Sam felt himself becoming instantly hard. He’d never been with a woman with such big breasts in his life. Bijou’s supple tits were begging to be sucked. Sam lowered his head and let his tongue trace the outline of her areola. Bijou moaned as he circled her nipples and then engulfed them in the warmth of his mouth. She felt her pussy getting wetter and wetter as he teased her. From the way he was skilled with his tongue, she couldn’t help but wanting him to use it to pleasure her between her legs.
He fondled and caressed her boobs for longer than most men would, treating foreplay as a special act itself instead of rushing to stick his prick between her legs. Sam then began to slip her thong off around her hips. He let his palms linger over her hips, enjoying her curves as he stripped her naked. As he removed her underwear he immediately smelled the musky sweetness of her pussy. She was really wet and ready for penetration but Sam knew that the way to keep a woman coming back for more was to treat her like a lady during foreplay and like a whore during sex.
Sam pushed Bijou’s legs open and bent his head to inhale the scent of her sex. He then pried her pussy lips apart and dipped his tongue into her sweet pussy, swirling his tongue around her engorged clit. Bijou’s pussy was completely hairless and a plump purplish brown color slightly d
arker than her skin. Sam licked and sucked the pinker center of her pussy, dipping his tongue completely in her entrance. Bijou moaned and grabbed onto his thick hair as he continued to plunge his tongue inside of her and pleasure her. Her juices were everywhere, spilling onto her thighs and dripping onto a big wet spot on the bed.
“Yes Sam, God yes!” Bijou moaned as her first orgasm of many washed over her body. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt. The orgasm seemed to be occurring in every cell in her body. Her pussy wasn’t the only part of her feeling pleasure and her legs trembled as Sam continued to slurp and suck on her pussy lips while still flicking her tiny nub with his tongue. Bijou could hardly take it anymore. After cumming she was extra sensitive and she just wanted a break from Sam’s kisses and licks. He wouldn’t let up so she was forced to have orgasm after orgasm, a mix of pain and pleasure that she couldn’t describe and that she’d never had with anyone else.
Sam raised his head, proud of how easily he had reduced Bijou to screams, moans and trembling. He could tell her pussy was more sensitive than most and she brought an energy to sex that no other before her had managed to do. Yes, Sam was incredibly attracted to her and he wanted to fuck her rough right there. He needed to test her out a little though to see how she would respond to his dominant desires. “I want you to suck my cock right now Bijou,” he said in a stern voice. This could go two ways. She could agree and submit before him on her knees or she would get pissed off at him for being a domineering asshole and send him away. Sam never shied away from risk and he was prepared for either outcome.
Bijou got out of bed and dropped to her knees before Sam. “Yes, sir,” she said eagerly. Sam unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the ground. Bijou’s hands were clawing at his underwear sliding them to the ground shortly afterwards. Sam’s dick was already fully hard when it came into view. Bijou was astounded by how big his dick was. Hey, that certainly explained why he was so cocky. His dick was a pinkish hue and circumcised, around eight and a half inches long. It was the biggest dick Bijou had seen! She’d mostly been with black guys but she’d been with a few white guys in her day. Yet she was certain that Sam’s was the biggest she’d ever seen.
As she watched the precum slowly ooze out of his head she licked around his engorged helmet with her tongue. Bijou was getting greedy for his cock the more she licked gingerly around the head. She couldn’t bear to tease him any longer and she plunged the entire length down her throat. Sam moaned as he felt the tip of his dick touch the back of her throat. Bijou didn’t even gag. She kept pumping his dick deep in her throat while her hands gently massaged his balls. Sam couldn’t help but thrust his cock deeper to meet the bobbing of her head. He wanted to desperately to fill her mouth with cum. Maybe another time. More than anything he wanted to feel what it was like to be entrenched firmly in her pussy.
Bijou ran her tongue along the sides of Sam’s shaft to keep it wet and then she moved her head down to his balls. As she rolled each one around in her mouth she used her hand to pump his cock, flicking her fingers over the head of his dick as she stroked him. Sam’s dick stiffened in her grip as he felt himself getting closer to ejaculating. If he lost control his semen would spill out, pretty much killing his plans for the rest of the evening. Sam gently removed her head from his dick and Bijou got the message.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” Sam commanded. But he didn’t need a command. Bijou was ready to submit her pussy to him for his pleasure. She was entranced by his virility, and the masculine confidence he exuded. Sam was tough, certainly, but he was also sweet and sensitive. The contrasting aspects of his character and the way he shed all sweetness with her in bed was driving Bijou crazy. She just hoped she could keep her head on straight out of bed and keep true to her belief that Sam was just a player who had no real place for her in his life.
Bijou got on all fours as Sam removed his shirt and positioned himself behind her. He noticed how beautiful she was, how her body curved when she arched her back and how her pussy was dripping in anticipation of his entrance. Sam held onto her hips and guided his cock to her slit. Her pussy was engorged but still looked small compared to the invader he was maneuvering towards her. Sam started to push his cock head through her entrance slowly. He was barely in past the engorged helmet when Bijou started to moan. It had been a while since she’d last been with a man and this felt like her first time all over again. Sam noticed how hard it was to push his cock inside her so he took it slow, gently pushing in inch by inch until Bijou was filled to the hilt with his meat.
She had never felt so full in her life. Her pussy was clenched tightly around Sam’s meat and pulsating with pleasure before he even started thrusting inside her. Sam gripped her firm waist and began to pound into Bijou like he’d never pounded a woman before. Her tightness around his cock sent him into a wild animal frenzy. She was so gorgeous, so in tune with his needs for submission that he wanted to pound her into the bed for the rest of the night. As he thrust into her Bijou pushed her ass back matching his strokes and bouncing on his cock. She was moaning and screaming, “Yes Sam! Oh yeah fuck me!” over and over again as if she were in a sexual trance. Maybe she was. Sam’s rhythm had caused orgasm after orgasm to blaze through her body. Her skin was on fire with pleasure she’d never felt before not even when she was in love. Bijou clutched her sheets and squirmed beneath him in ecstasy, hoping that he would cum soon and release her from this pleasure before it became overwhelming.
Sam was getting close to orgasm. He wanted to hold on but he just couldn’t. Bijou had a strange effect on him that no other woman had ever had. His mind had been entirely focused on her throughout their lovemaking. This intense concentration on her scent, the feel of her skin and her moans of pleasure brought him to orgasm faster than he expected. Sam squeezed her hips and groaned as he released his sperm deep inside her. Bijou moaned and thrust her hips back against his body, eager for his sperm to remain deep inside her pussy. Sam was exhausted after ejaculating. His instinct was to put on his pants and head home for a nap. But he knew Bijou wasn’t like his usual one night stands and he had no desire to hurt her or ignore her. “Do you mind if I stay the night?” he whispered to her as he pushed her curls out of her face.
Bijou nodded and as Sam got into bed with her she cuddled up close to him. She couldn’t believe that she’d just slept with him! She hadn’t planned to and she especially hadn’t planned to sleep with him without a condom. It had just sort of happened. Bijou didn’t even want to consider the consequences. She was still wrapped up in the euphoria of orgasm. Sam stroked her curls until she fell asleep. When he heard the tiny snores coming from her soft curvy body he finally let himself fall asleep. Bijou.What a pretty name. Sam thought to himself. He also thought about how he’d never felt this way for a woman he’d just met before. What way? He barely knew her. But there was something about Bijou that seemed to break through his flirtatious barrier and unlock a gentleness he didn’t even know he had. It made him uncomfortable in a sense, but he’d also never felt so free to be his complete self no holds barred.
The next day they parted ways and Bijou promised to call him again. Sam mentioned that he would be busy with work for the next couple of weeks but he would do his best to respond if she called. That was when trouble would start for both of them. Bijou was persistent in her attempts to reach Sam in the days after he left her house but he seemed perpetually unavailable. She hadn’t given up hope that they would reconnect, after all, he did mention being busy. But she did put thoughts of him on the backburner as she threw herself completely into her writing. Her inspiration seemed to be growing daily and the specter of writer’s block had very nearly vanished. Bijou kept pressing on throughout the coming weeks in hopes that at the end of the tunnel she would get to see Sam again.
But Bijou had made one mistake: telling Greta about her night and how absolutely magical it was. Greta had never had Bijou’s best interests at heart; Bijou should have listened to her instincts that were telling her the
girl was trouble. After hearing about Bijou’s night with Sam, Greta became insanely jealous. She was the one who saw him first and she was the one who had wanted him all along. How dare Bijou end up with him! Greta’s jealous of Bijou had disturbingly racist undertones. A black girl was good for a friend but she wasn’t supposed to be sexual competition. Greta was pissed and determined to ruin Bijou’s love affair somehow… She just wasn’t sure how.
Before Bijou could see Sam again, she came to a terrible realization. I’m late. Bijou thought to herself. Her period was the most regular part of her life and here she was five days late. That could only mean one thing but it was something that Bijou wasn’t ready to admit. The day she realized she was pregnant, Bijou rushed to the drug store from work and bought the most expensive pregnancy test that she could find. She didn’t want to risk a false negative or a false positive. She needed to be sure. Of course, pregnancy tests worked best in the morning so Bijou went to bed that night and tossed and turned with the possibilities of what her life would be like with a child playing in her head.
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