Ch. 1 "Love Your Body"
Starring: Jennifer Love Hewitt
Codes: MMF, Interracial, Cons, Oral, Titfucking, DP
Author's Note: My first story. I've been an avid reader for a while, and I've wanted nothing more than to develop my writing. I chose a woman I've fantasized about for the greater part of a decade now. Forewarning: many of my stories will likely be interracial, it's just a personal fetish I have. If there are issues with it, feel free to skip my stuff. :)
Disclaimer: This is FANTASY. None of this is true, it is a completely fictional story. Please do not copy without my permission. I'm always looking for feedback, feel free to comment below or send me a pm. Also if you have any ideas for future stories, let me know. I'd love to continue writing!
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Los Angeles, CA --- July 12, 2016
Brandon Edwards was living the life he always dreamed about. He just turned 28, and just signed a three year contract with the Los Angeles Outlaws, a professional basketball team in the City of Angels. He's always wanted to live in Los Angeles. He's always wanted to play professional basketball. Things could not be better for the young black man from Hampton, Virginia.
Brandon just signed a lease on a beach house in Santa Monica. He always loved the beach and was immediately drawn to it. Plus, for a single, young man, Santa Monica was full of young, beautiful women. Women he saw on a daily basis, whether it was right on the beach, walking down the boardwalk, or at his local gym, always noticed him. At 6'4, Brandon was tall, dark, and handsome - he always caught the eye of beautiful women. His height and his black skin made him stand out in any crowd. Brandon was a huge flirt too. He could never resist a pretty face, even when he was deep in a tight basketball game, he'd still find time to wink at the cuties in the front row.
Being a professional athlete, Brandon was always finding ways to maximize his physical fitness. But despite having full access to the workout practice facility, Brandon usually would work out with his friends Jermaine, Marcus, and Damon. These three were his lifelong friends, his entourage. They grew up with him in Virginia, played high school basketball with him, and followed him through college, and his journey to being a professional ballplayer. They attended his every game, they were at every promotional event, and they were all inseparable.
Each one of them had a role in advising Brandon's day-to-day activities. Jermaine was his manager, Marcus was in charge of Brandon's social media life, and Damon was Brandon's at-home personal trainer. The four graduated from the University of Virginia six years ago - Brandon was on full athletic scholarship, the other three worked their way and earned their keep. Not bad for four, young, black men from Virginia.
It was 6:30am, at Brandon's beach house, and Damon was already cooking breakfast. Jermaine was sitting at the table reading the news on his phone, while eating an apple. Brandon walks in.
"Jesus, I'm so fucking tired," Brandon said.
Damon replied, "Morning sunshine, glad to see you up early. Get some grub, we're heading to the gym in 30 minutes. Damon was always making sure Brandon stayed in tip-top shape. He wanted the same for all of his four friends. So he organized a 7am workout for he and his friends. This was particularly poignant in the offseason, because it was his belief that "Postseason begins in the offseason."
"What are you cookin'?" Brandon asked.
"What do you think? Egg white omelette. Need your protein to jumpstart that workout," Damon said. Jermaine laughed and just shook his head. Meanwhile, Marcus entered the kitchen with a big yawn.
"Ya'll are up so early what the hell..." Marcus said while stretching his arms above his head.
"Headed to the gym in half an hour, let's go," Damon said sternly as he handed Brandon a plate.
"There better be some fine bitches at the gym this morning - I haven't gotten laid in like a week," Marcus said.
Jermaine responded to him, "Do you ever think about anything else?"
"Do you?" Marcus replied swiftly.
Jermaine shrugged it off and went back to reading the news. He sighed once more and got up from the table. He pushed his chair in and left the kitchen.
"What's up with him?" Marcus asked the rest of the room. Brandon shook his head. Damon ignored the question as he started to clean up from breakfast. After he put the pan in the sink, Damon left the room to get ready.
"Don't worry about it, he's probably just under a lot of stress. We have some appearance deals on the table this week with a few local business and he's probably just angry that he has to plan all the logistics." Brandon went on, "Maybe if you help him, he'll be less stressed out." Brandon got up and left the room. Marcus got up too, went over to the counter and grabbed an apple. He followed after everyone else to get dressed.
------ 30 MINUTES LATER ------
Pulling up to the gym, Marcus quickly found a parking spot. The four got out and walked inside. The gym was packed for 7:30 in the morning - but that wasn't strange, considering the landscape of southern California. Obviously the pressures of Hollywood, and the fact that almost everyone in the town was trying to make it big in this city, made it so that people worked out constantly to stay in good physical shape.
The crew looked around after they checked in and headed for the stationary bicycles. Cardio was always the first part of their workout. They rode the bike for twenty minutes as a warmup before they all lifted weights. Damon partnered up with Brandon, Jermaine partnered up with Marcus. This allowed the two to talk a bit.
"Hey J, what's up man? Brandon was telling me you might be stressed out with something." Marcus asked.