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Martina was fidgeting in the passenger seat, her hand clutching a large shopping bag. Her husband Alphonso was at the wheel, carefully navigating the rolling terrain of the Shenandoah Valley.
"Step on it, honey. We're going to be the last ones there," she pleaded for at least the fifth time that he could recount.
"Somebody has to be last, sweetness," he said in a deep, calm voice, refusing to go any faster than he already was.
"Well I didn't think it would be us. Not today," she whined.
Putting his huge hand on her thigh, he gently squeezed. "This isn't about us being late. It's about what you want to do tonight, and you know it," he chuckled.
"Fine! It
is
about tonight. Is that what you wanted to hear?"
"I'm not trying to make you upset, Martina. But I'm not going to have a wreck just because we're going to be a little later than we planned."
"I'm not upset. I'm just... anxious."
"You're horny."
"That too. I've been thinking about tonight for two weeks, honey... ever since we won the championship. I still can't believe we're going to win the Super Bowl."
"Uh, no offense, but there is no '
we
'. And you haven't won. The game hasn't even started."
"We're playing the Bills, Al. That's a foregone conclusion. You said the same thing last year when they played the Skins."
"True."
"Still sore about me not being one of the sluts last year?" she winked.
"I was never sore about that. I basically forced you into that decision. I just never thought you'd be able to keep your clothes on once the game started. I really thought I'd win that bet."
"Well, you didn't. I have more willpower than you give me credit for."
"I wouldn't go that far. Unlike you, I'll actually
root
for your team this year; and not just because I know how much more fun the party's going to be if they win. I'll do it because I love you. That makes
me
the bigger person."
"Fine, you're right. I didn't root for your precious Redskins last year. But if I had, I wouldn't have
this
," she grinned, holding up the bag, shaking it to make a point.
His mouth turned up, slightly askew as he flashed his trademark smirk in her direction. "Yeah... I'll certainly give you that. Frankly, it's the
only
endearing thing about the whole Cowboy franchise. It's the one thing they do right."
"We'll just have to disagree on that point. But hey, I've always given your team credit for having the best fight song in the league... even though I hate hearing it," she grinned.
It was just more of the same for them; the shots and jokes about one another's favorite football team going back and forth. He often wondered how he could fall head over heels for a woman that happened to be a Cowboys fan. It was just one of many ways they were completely opposite; the biggest of which being their appearance.
Alphonso was big; 6'5", 260 pounds of solid muscle, big. He was also black, his dark-chocolate skin feeling as smooth as it looked. His wife was demure, her pale white complexion in complete contrast to his; her large breasts and shapely ass giving her curves in all the right places.
Living in the south, their interracial relationship was already viewed at as taboo from the start. Alphonso ignored the stares and comments, and he helped his wife do the same. He always joked that the real reason they had a mixed marriage had nothing to do with ethnicity; it was entirely about football.
They'd met as strangers in a crowded sports bar on a Sunday afternoon, each of them the loudest amongst two factions watching a rivalry game between Washington and Dallas. They were leading the way, representing their teams during a very close, lively game, and they fired comments at each other throughout. The more he egged her on, the more she came back at him. The longer the game went on, the more intense the banter became. Yet there were glimpses they flashed each other during their exchanges. He saw the passion and fire behind her sultry eyes. She saw the charisma and charm behind his perfect smile.
The game ended, Dallas winning on a field goal late in the contest. Martina didn't gloat, but she did have a wicked smile on her face as she stared at Alphonso. He picked up his work jacket off a stool, and she was quick to notice his name emblazoned on the patch. Flipping it over his shoulder, he offered her that charming smile, and a congratulatory handshake.
She shook his hand before picking up her purse, thanking him for being a gentleman in defeat. He chuckled as she brushed her massive chest against him as she moved past in her tight white nurse's uniform; her nametag in full view like it had been all game. She said something about it being crowded, and having no room to move, but he knew it was a ruse. Still, he made a point to watch her sexy ass sway as she headed for the door, accentuated by the heels she was wearing.
He arrived at his work van a few minutes later, having stopped to use the bathroom on the way out. Walking around the back, he was startled to find her there. She stood silent, her nostrils flaring as she looked at the mammoth man standing before her. He smiled again, making her melt.
"Can I help you, Martina?" he asked, not bothering to hide the fact that he knew her name.
"Is this your van, Alphonso?" she replied, knowing it was by the other patch on his coat, and the fact that he was standing in back of it with the keys in his hand.
"It belongs to my company."
"
Your
company. Like, you own it?"
He chuckled. "Is that so hard to believe?"
"Not really. Just curious... are you going to work?" she asked, seeing that he was wearing his work clothes.
"In my business, I'm always at work. I never know when I'm going to get a call."
"But, you aren't working right now, right?"
"No. I was about to head home. Why?"
She stood on her toes, trying to peer into the window of the back of the van, but it was too hard to see through the tinted glass. "So, are there a lot of tools in there?"
"A lot of tools? I don't understand? Do you need something?"
"You could say that," she shrugged, dropping back onto her heels before leering at him. "I need jumped."
"Oh. Okay. I've got jumper cables."
"Not the kind of tool I had in mind." Nodding toward the van again, another sly grin appeared. "I just wonder if there's enough room in there."
"Room? For what?"
"Me," she winked.
"Uh... what are you talking about?"
"I have two hours before I have to be at the hospital," she said as she slowly unzipped the front of her dress, lowering it all the way until it was open. She stood stoically in front of him, letting him leer at her sexy body. She had on white stockings and a matching garter... and nothing else underneath. "It's going to be a long shift, and I need to work some stress off from that game. So, is there room in there for me, or not?"
He was suddenly thrilled that he'd had the foresight to back into a space next to the far edge of the parking lot. Calmly putting the key into the lock, he opened the back door, showing there was plenty of room for the both of them. She was amazed at how well organized everything was, saying as much as she held out her hand for him to help her inside.
She lay on her back on the padded surface, which pleasantly surprised her. It also had her wondering.
"Fuck a lot of women in the back of your van, I take it?"
"What makes you say that?"
"The floor is softer than I would have expected."
"I had this back part specially treated with a foam liner. Sometimes I have work on the units in here. I put them on the middle section with the reinforced steel plate. I spend a lot of time on my knees and sides working on them."
She smirked sexily. "Lucky you. I'm about to do the same thing."
Slipping off her dress, she spread her legs, waiting for him as he closed the door behind them. Turning, he nearly fainted from the intoxicating stare she was giving him. Still, he wondered.
"Why are you doing this, Martina?"
"Two reasons. One, I love a man that can handle losing with grace, like you did. I think you should be rewarded for that. Two, I find you incredibly sexy, and I'm very, very horny. I think
I should
be rewarded for that. As William Marcy said, '
To the victor belongs the spoils.
' Now, are you going to fuck me, or should I just get myself off?"
"Hmm... quoting early 19th century American politicians. I'm impressed."
"You
got that reference?
I think you just made me hornier."
"'
A peace is of the nature of a conquest; for then both parties nobly are subdued, and neither party loser.
' William Shakespeare," he winked. "Now, let's see what I can do to remedy that horniness problem you're experiencing."
"Damn... sexy
and
intelligent. I have to admit, the quickest way into my panties is through cerebral stimulation. Timothy Leary once said, '
Intelligence is the ultimate aphrodisiac
'."
"True. But it was Bob Nelson who said, '
A mind is a terrible thing... and it must be stopped in our lifetime, before it kills somebody
'."
"Bob... who?"
"Nelson. Comedian. It's from..."
"Oh my God! That college football routine! I've
seen
that! I'll admit I laughed my ass off, but I have to be honest, it comes off to me a bit stereotypical and borderline racist."
"It's absolutely stereotypical, and it's definitely racist. It's also humor, which is completely subjective. I'm anything but politically correct. I'm a black man, living in the south. You have to find humor in the world. Otherwise, why get out of the bed in the morning. '
There's a humorous side to every situation. The challenge is to find them
