I recently received an e-mail saying I was a racist bigot because anytime I write about interracial romance it's always been a black girl with a white guy. I have to wonder, do they send similar e-mails shouting racism to the plethora of black cock white wife authors? Nah, I didn't think so either, at any rate, hopefully you'll enjoy the rest of the story as it progresses. I know there will be a part four, not sure about five just yet.
Happy Holidays!
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It was late afternoon when things began to wind down, Joann needed to get the girls home, bathed and into bed for school the next day. She told me she'd come back after the girls were down, Karen said she wanted a bath and some time to herself so all would work out. Ted and Karen stood next to his bike for what seemed hours, in reality, it was less than fifteen minutes ending with him taking her into his big arms, lifting her to tip toes and kissing her goodnight, several times. As he drove away, I noticed there was a renewed bounce in Karen's steps as she approached her car. Turning, she waved, threw me a kiss and departed. While waiting for Jo I got a one sentence text from Ted.
*She's wonderful man, thanks for hookin us up, I owe you big.*
It was a pleasant enough day that I'd left the house open, about seven thirty I heard a faint knock, the screen door opened and Jo's soft voice calling, "Hello the house". I yelled, *come on in* from the family room as she made her way to me. I was in my easy chair and thought she'd probably sit in the one next to me, to my pleasant surprise she plopped herself directly onto my lap, arms around my neck, lips planted firmly on mine. I felt her delicate tongue glide across my lips and eagerly opened mine, allowing her tongue to find mine as we softly Frenched. She tasted sweet, like a combination of lip gloss and some sort of fruitiness. Whatever it was, I liked it.
"Karen really likes Ted. When we were taking dishes into the kitchen, she told me her panties were damp, something she said hadn't happened in a long time. If he's smart, he'll let her set the pace, once she decides he's the one she'll give herself to him completely. I'd love to be a fly on the wall the first time they rip it up."
It was my turn to speak, "I need some things clarified, what about us Joann? I found out last night that I'm your interest, that you're going to be working with me and that my new name is *sweet cheeks*. That's a lot to take in considering we hadn't actually discussed any of that at length. I'm not upset Jo, just ignorant of all the facts, why don't you fill me in."
Her immediate answer was to place her lips back on mine, kissing me deep and longingly, she broke, looked into my eyes and started another kiss. As we kissed, she moved her hand to mine, put it on her breast and moaned while she pushed against it. I began to caress and squeeze when she stopped me with her hand, pulled back and whispered.
"Don't play, just touch. I don't have much but what I have is yours if you want it. I know I've been presumptuous in my behavior and answers to other people's questions, I feel so safe and comfortable with you, like we were on the same page, and that you like me as much as I like you. No man has ever made me feel like you do, and I just sort of blurted things out. Karen may have damp panties but mine have been soaked every time we're together, they stuck to my skin last night when I took them off, that's how much you affect me when we're together."
I looked into her eyes, "Jo you don't need to have me touch you or say these things, I'm happy to let things go along slowly."
"Yes Luke, yes I do need to say them. You're a sweet man, a gentle man, a caring and patient man, but if I wait for you to make a move, I'll be a dried up old spinster. I've already wasted too many years and I don't plan to waste any more, especially with you. We're going to be together and I'm not willing to wait a long time for intimacy, I want you as my lover, .... Luke, I want you as the father to my girls and to our children. I want to be a mommy again, a mommy to our babies just as much as I am to Trina and Tracy."
I wiped a tear away from her eye as she continued, "I've never felt this safe and loved before, yes, I know I had the girls with him, but it wasn't anything like this is. I like having your hand on my breast and I'm looking forward to us making love, just not yet, I want it to be special, not rushed. When I come to work tomorrow, I'll be Joann your assistant, not your sex toy, not your maid, not someone you can feel and grind against anytime you have the urge. When we're married that will change, but not right now."
I pulled back, "Married? We're getting married? When was I supposed to find out?"
"You just did knucklehead. Of course we're getting married. The girls are old enough to understand, what sort of example would that be for them if we're having babies and not married?" She got a very serious look on her face. "Luke, I don't want to be without you in my world. Can we at least try?"
"Nah, let's not try. Let's do. May I now caress and kiss those lovely tits of yours? My hand feels like it's burning."
She answered by sitting up, pulling her shirt over her head, unclipping her bra, chucking it on the floor and feeding me a hard distended nipple. Most nipples I've seen or sucked have been anywhere from a quarter to a half inch in length, these felt longer than any I'd ever sucked before. I loved the long nipple between my lips and twirled my tongue around it, then sucked hard as I softly bit down, she groaned and pushed her chest into me. Moving so she straddled me she was alternating nipples in my mouth, at the same time her hips began to rock ever so gently, not tight against my groin, simply rocking back and forth as though they had a mind of their own.
I felt brave and put my hand between us cupping her sex, she gasped loudly, put her hand on mine withdrawing it, turning it over and pushing it between us with the back of my hand grazing against her jeans. Every fourth or fifth rock she would push gently against the back of my hand and moan softly. When she did that her other hand on the back of my head would pull me tighter to her breast momentarily. She gently pulled back looking at me, both hands immediately went to her breasts playing gently.
"Luke, we have to stop, please. My resistance is wearing thin and I promised myself I wasn't going to just spread my legs the next time I fell for somebody. Please don't be disappointed or upset with me."
Remembering the words she'd said about Ted letting Karen set the pace I realized it applied to me as well. Sure, I knew of no less than twenty women who'd fuck me in a heartbeat, but that wasn't what I wanted any longer. This was my second chance, my second Betty so to speak, I was determined not to mess it up before it had barely begun, no, I'd wait, I'd let her reach the point where she was mine because she wanted to be and not because I pushed her into it.
Between kisses and caresses, I reached down to retrieve her bra, slid it over her arms and clasp it as she adjusted the front. I gave each of the girls a last squeeze and kissed each nipple through the cloth. She in turn kissed the top of my head, lifted my face toward hers and gave me a long sensual kiss as she slid off my lap. With her shirt back on we kissed at the door, she smiled and told me she'd see me at eight.
Monday morning I watched her walking the girls to the bus stop at 7:45, she walked through the back door at 7:55, a big smile on her face as she walked to me. With her arms around my neck she kissed me like a sex starved virgin, pushed back, smiled and said.
"That's your good morning kiss, and it'll be the last until lunch, we have work to do sweet cheeks."
There it was again, sweet cheeks. Just how did I come to acquire this name? I showed her which bedroom would be her office and had her make a list of what office furniture she wanted while I went to clean the kitchen, have I mentioned I hate clutter. Just as I was walking down the hall she was leaving the room with her list, I perused it and felt like everything she'd listed was what I basically expected, being a chilly late fall morning I threw on a flannel shirt, she already had on a fleece jacket as we headed to the office supply place.
One has to wonder at times where they get the people that are hired for these office supply jobs. Some of them wouldn't know their ass from a hole in the ground, by the time we'd worked our way through two *sales associates* the store manager intervened. That gal was sharp and knew the products of the store, had it not been for her intervention I'd have gone to the competitor down the street, something I didn't want to do since I bought all of my expendable office items through this store. It had been nearly two hours since we'd begun our quest when she rung up our total, after dropping just shy of two grand we decided to have a mid-morning coffee. They wouldn't be delivering the items until after lunch, a coffee break would fit in well.
She knew of a donut/coffee shop called Mr. D's in a part of town I hadn't spent much time in, it simply wasn't where I shopped or ate. I ordered a large black coffee and two cakes donuts, she ordered a triple super duper extra caffeine frappe crappy frothy some sort of contraption and a croissant, how she remembered all that stuff was beyond me. While we killed time we discussed some ideas we had, my main focus was not only finishing the latest novel but also looking at ways to begin marketing some of the older best sellers to a new set of readers. Every week I was receiving questions asking where they might find this or that edition.
Her short range goal was to get her office set up, take a look at the old art work and then begin to sort things from there. We figured it would take us the afternoon to get her office ready and it did. She'd given me a sweet kiss at lunch and told me that would have to last until days end, while we worked on setting up her work space she talked about how Karen had opened up some the night before, talking about how much she liked Ted but that she'd never dated a white guy before, wondering what it was like. Joann then conveyed their conversation before bed.
"Well I'll tell you what it's like from my perspective Karen. I've dated several white guys along with some black guys recently and I gotta tell you, I prefer the white guys. The one's I've dated are more attentive, they're respectful, they're kind and most of them don't give a shit what color your skin is, they're looking for someone to love them as they are. Now don't get me wrong, there are black guys like that too, they just seem harder to find, and I'm not saying all white guys are as I described because they aren't."
She stared at me a few minutes before she replied, "Okay Joann, but aren't you concerned with the backlash you'll get from the black community? I mean, some folks can be awfully bitter and vindictive, especially if it's an all black event."
"You just hit the nail on the head Karen, have you noticed that most of the big name black athletes have white wives, why is that alright but me being in love with Luke isn't? Or you going out with Ted? It's a double standard and its bullshit, you've no doubt heard the phrase *once you go black you'll never go back*, well in my case it was once I left black I'll never go back. Nope, I like my sweet caring Luke and if you're smart, you'll give Ted a chance."
Joann then directed her conversation away from what they'd talked about and back to us.
