My latest Erotic Chapter from the Black Birds Rest. Story takes place before blind date but after crunk. I know the grammar may be off but tell me what you think of the story please.
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After stopping at the store and picking up cups and napkins and plates, I was finally ready for my last class with Ms. Beckman. The paper goods where for a party we where having in class that night as a celebrations of sorts for the friendships we had made in her class. The party is something that she did every quarter. The Campus was starting to die down as I parked in the lot and climbed out of my car. Reaching in the back seat to grab my take home final that had to be turned in and the paper goods, I made my way up the walk way and onto the elevator that took me to the third floor of the New Building. I walked into the class and the older lady name Donna and her friend Jane were setting up the food. I walked over and sat the plates and things out.
Ms. Beckman took my final and I went over to the campus computer that they place in every class and set up the music via Internet radio. Ms. Beckman gave a speech and the party began. I was clicking and changing the different moods of the music and pulling up artist that had been requested when Yolanda walked in. Yolanda gave me a head nod and went to where my coat was laid across a table. She looked up at me and I gave her a nod to go head and move my stuff over. I took my time setting up the music as everybody got their food. I waited to the mostly women class, had gotten their food. With only Eric and me being the only males in the room. I sat down next to Yolanda and started eating my food, she turned to me and looked me in my face, and she dipped her cracker in a cheese paste and fed it to me. I looked up, having not expected her to feed me, we had been flirting the week before, but The touching of each others muscles and comparing tightness and firmness seemed only mild, compared to the feeding I was taking. I wanted her to do it again, in the worst way.
Well what do you think of my dip Dovan feeding I was taking. I wanted her to do it again, in the worst way. Well what do you think of my dip Dovan? Yolanda asked. Her eyes searching my face. I looked up from where my eyes had been locked on her hand and the sensual curve of her wrist, and saw 4 pairs of eyes locked in on me. The white chick that had a crush on me enough to give me the answers to the finale was staring daggers at me and whispering to her black friends. My hesitance was seen as a dismiss of Yolanda cooking skills. And when she re asked the question I said it, all right. Dovan don't play me I take my cooking seriously, I don't cook for to many men, and who my motivation behind this dish was you, And she paused then added Eric. Well lady it was ok, I liked it. It's ok huh. Said Yolanda Doug Shut up. Yolanda spurted as I tried to fix the hurt feeling I saw I had caused.
But the shut up was a big no no with me, and it was a major pet peeve of mine. You can yell at me or cuss me out but never try to take my voice from me. I knew that her pet peeve was her papers, you didn't write on her papers, she was a neat freak. So looked her in the face and marked her paper with a line. She gave me that same look that made my dick stiffen the first day we sat next to each other in this class. Instead of getting mad she broke down why it was important that I be honest about the dip. By this time I asked Eric as loud as I could, What you think of the cheese dip man, its nasty isn't it? No Dovan it's good. Her smile spreading across her face was worth the mean glare she cast my way before it. Dovan do you like my dip or not? Yolanda asked. I like it as much as I like you lady, and sense I got a crush on you that's a lot. I said. Dam Dovan why you have to say that.
Her blush was complete her soft golden brown complexion turned rosy. I didn't think you liked me like that. Specially after last week said I was too small. You are but I think you have a beautiful smile lady and you do have some sexy ass legs. Her frame was small but thick and well muscled. She was fit like a cheerleader. Her 5'6 height was perfect for me to hold and kiss with me standing 6ft. And her breast though small where full and more then a handful. A small C at least. She was a big girl shrunk down. With the proper muscle tones and thickness that I liked. I hadn't noticed it before because of the scrubs and sweats she wore, but last weeks touching had let me in on her secrets. When I called her small she didn't like it to the point where I had to touch her and find out for myself before she would leave me alone. The class began cleaning up and she stood up to through her dish of cheese paste away. Yolanda don't through that away. I called from where I sat.