February 2013
I'd never had sex with a black woman before.
That probably shouldn't have been right on my mind as I went into the backseat of Gabrielle Union's car. But it was a little less overwhelming than other topics.
Like the fact that I had been running into a famous, sexy actress at Miami clubs for the last few weeks in the first place. Or the fact she'd actually talked to me in them. Or the fact she confided in me about her recent separation with Heat superstar Dwayne Wade - one that actually wouldn't last. But neither myself nor her knew that at the time.
And then there was the newly discovered fact that she wanted to start getting over him. With the furthest thing from him. A.k.a., me.
Someone who was 13 years younger than the 40-year-old Union, someone who wasn't a basketball player or athlete - unlike Wade and fellow ex Jason Kidd - and someone who was white. That was the complete opposite of Dwayne Wade, all right.
Maybe I was merely someone who met those checkmarks. Maybe the fact I did, and she'd actually talked to me these last few weeks, made her less patient to find someone else. Maybe heartache was making her think less than straight, although she really hadn't shown much anger or tears. Not in front of me, anyway.
I didn't know if she just thought of this idea, or planned it all along. If she'd been testing me all along, that was one thing. If she had no plans or expectations to get this far with me until now...that opened a whole new can of worms.
The responsible thing to do would be to stop and sort that out. And get a better sense of just how separated Gabrielle and Dwayne really were. There were multiple ways this could come back to bite me in in the ass - in the bad way - if the wrong moves were made at the wrong time.
Instead, what outweighed that was the mere fact she wanted to take me to her place. And that this was the culmination of weeks of talking, suspected flirting and actual flirting. And the shallower fact that this was a famous, stunning celebrity who wanted to do this with little old me.
And at the last minute, as we got to her car at the back of the club, I added the rationalization that I'd never been with a black woman before.
That was the last one I needed before I got into her backseat - and Gabrielle put hers on my lap once she got in with me.
"Now?" I asked, trying to think of anything other than the feel of her ass against my crotch. It was a battle I couldn't win, though. "I thought we were...leaving first."
"It's been a while for me. I gotta be picky," Gabrielle started. "I didn't figure this out lightly, you know. So I should at least have a taste before I drive you anywhere." After a pause, she added, "Maybe you need one too."
I didn't really need that much to make up my mind. With Gabrielle in my lap, wearing a light grey dress with a fair amount of cleavage, and with the fact it wouldn't take much to roll her dress up, I could decide then and there. But if she thought I needed more to go on...
Which included leaning in and kissing me, apparently.
While Gabrielle already had her legs around me and lips on me, I only took till now to touch her and kiss her back. The second I felt her body and felt her lips moving back against mine, I knew I'd waited too long. No sense holding back now, though.
Nevertheless, we just stayed there and kissed, hot and bothered but content for the moment. Until Gabrielle started to move her hips, gliding her full, round ass against my obvious bulge. I pulled back to catch my breath, then exhaled heavily again when she moved her ass on me again.
She gave me one of her big, million dollar smiles, but there was a naughty tinge to it. At that point, my hands went up from her back and feeling her dress, to brushing her neck and actually feeling her luscious bare skin.
Between the bare feel of that and the feel of her clothed ass on my cock, I was still barely breathing. The least I could do is return the favor, though.
I had Gabrielle arch her hips up, so I could roll up her dress enough to put my left hand under it when she came back down. I could feel that she did have underwear on, but my fingers had no trouble moving the front of it to the side. As I started doing that, I rested my face against her neck, no longer contest with feeling her skin.
The second I kissed her neck, I knew I wouldn't take my mouth, lips or tongue off of her for a long time. If ever. Or maybe I'd wait until my finger was done down below. It was making progress brushing her wet pussy and clit, which Gabrielle further proved by moaning and starting to move her ass around again.
Soon enough, she rolled her ass up and down my groin as my finger started pumping her, and I kept kissing, licking and suckling every inch of her that my mouth could reach. Indeed, I didn't take my entire mouth off her for longer than a second.
For some reason, I had enough memory left to remember one of Gabrielle's comments at that moment. Fueled by that, I finally pulled my face from her, pulled my finger out of her, and put my wet finger in my mouth - getting the taste of her she suggested I needed.
Yeah, she got it right again. "All right, there's my taste," I said out loud in case she didn't get it. But she did anyway.
After I licked my lips of her. Gabrielle put her lips back on mine again. Her ass resumed riding me, and this time, my hands were ready to meet it. I lifted the back of her dress, placed my hands on the back of her panties, yet quickly slid them over to the thick, heart shaped flesh underneath.
I pulled my lips back, needing to exhale again. Gabrielle smiled, more teasingly than wide this time. She put her hips up again, which I took as a cue to slide the back of her panties completely down. With her legs still around me, I couldn't take them off, but they weren't covering the juicy parts anymore.
I let myself put both hands on her naked, glorious behind for a few moments, but I did need to take one of them away. So I did, letting my left hand go back over to her pussy, fingering it anew while my right hand stayed on her ass.
With that, Gabrielle resumed bucking herself against my finger and rolling her ass over my clothed, throbbing cock. Between that and cupping her smooth, gorgeous behind, I was barely holding it together.