A silver-colored Ford Escape was advancing on a highway. The driver and the passenger were desperately trying to make up something to speak of. They didn't know each other at all and there was a constant risk of an awkward silence falling into the car.
They had to be the most unlikely couple that had ever left the front gates of the state penitentiary. A pretty white chick in her casual dress and a sizable black ex-con in his decade-old clothes. This did not make them odd enough alone since many kinds of girlfriends and wives, sisters and mothers, were picking up their men from there but this couple had never met before.
If something would have gone even a tiny bit differently in her life they would have never met. But now they were there. In the same car. Talking about the weather.
She had been extremely nervous to meet him. Selecting her clothes for most of her week. Wanting to look casually good but in no case too attractive or sexy. She ended up with one of her more modest dresses but now she was wishing she would have gone with some trousers. The problem with those however had been that all pants she owned were more or less tight thus showing her well-formed ass distinctively in them and she had rejected them all.
The red dress had been decent enough when she was standing but now that she was sitting and driving her car a good part of her milky white thighs were bare and visible to her companion. The passenger did not want to be rude or anything but since he hadn't seen women in years her good looks and bare thighs did not go unnoticed.
He was thinking how her small hand had felt in his own bigger paw when they greeted each other. His dark skin had created an awesome contrast with her pale one. He had tried to be as delicate as possible when he was shaking her hand. He knew his tall and bulky body alone could be intimidating to some people.
The brief touch of her hand shaking his hand still warmed him. If it hadn't been that idiot Hector ruining the moment it could have been perfect. Hector was no friend of his but just someone that had been released at the same time.
"Xavi, you lucky fucker! You're going to tap that tonight? I can't believe it! Congrats man!" Hector had called at them from a distance when he had seen her waiting for him. Xavier wanted to punch the imbecile but restrained himself and apologized for Hector's rude prison manners to Amy. Her face was as red as her dress was.
He could not let his mind wander to "tapping" anything. In fact, he had to restrain himself from thinking of or looking at her thighs. The last thing he wanted was to have a visible erection in his pants. She was everything he had imagined and so much more. From the first sight, he knew he wanted her madly.
Eating the miles of the highway with her Ford, Amy decided that the easiest topic for conversation would be the person that had brought them together. Ethan, her boyfriend had made it happen. He was someone they both knew well and without him, Xavier most definitely would not be moving in with her.
There was still part of her that did not believe she had agreed to it. She understood they were helping him out but still. Ethan's cellmate living with them for a while was just crazy.
As they talked about Ethan something changed. They were laughing and sharing stories. Telling some minor detail about him which was familiar to both of them and which brought up good memories. Xavier assured her that Ethan was handling his prison time very well and would soon return as a better version of himself.
Thinking Ethan made Amy feel warm inside. She missed him dearly. It would be only three months more so it was not that bad. The sex however could be a problem. All her adult life, she always had been sexually very active and now that she had been living in celibacy she had noticed she was getting needier every week. Having this extremely hot black man in her house would not help at all with the waiting.
Xavier's handsome appearance had hit her hard. His wide shoulders gave her the shivers and as he took her hand in his on the front yard of the prison she could feel how his grip radiated masculine strength. The other prisoner's rude comment had led her to think about what would it be like to be this black man's girlfriend or wife. To be "tapped" by him on the night.
Amy wished she could talk with Ethan somewhere private even for fifteen minutes. He had denied it but to Amy, all this felt like it was some new turn of events in the partner-swapping and role-playing game Ethan had started with her before the prison. It all began with this adventurous swinging experience they had with a couple called Destiny and Booker. After that had happened it was sometimes almost as if Ethan wanted her to like other men.
Many times they had been having sex where Ethan's interracial fantasy was prominently present and he came hard when Amy role-played how some big black stud had fucked her without him knowing about it. She played along with his cuckolding fantasies and enjoyed them also. However, in reality, such a thing had never happened behind his back. Ethan had been there on the only evening Amy had been fucked by a black man. The evening had been his idea and all the arrangements done by him.
All this combined with the fact that Xavier was black was just too big of a coincidence. Her boyfriend had to understand that he was sending a gorgeous man to live with her.
At the house, Amy showed her guest all the places. They were two sensible adults but when Amy briefly mentioned her own bedroom to Xavier she still could not help but feel very awkward. She was not inviting him into her bed or even remotely hinting at anything sexual but just saying the words "my bedroom" to him had her blushing. As if she was telling him where to find her.
Soon Xavier had settled in and she was no longer so nervous around him. It was a small wonder how well everything clicked in its place in the shortest of time. He found a job for himself and they had an easy-going relationship where most of the time they were able to live as roommates.
It didn't mean there weren't occurrences that were a bit questionable. Once for example Amy returned to the house just to pick up something she had left behind when she found him half naked. Xavier was hitting the shower with the tiniest towel on his hips. The towel was like a tight miniskirt reaching only to the half of his thigh and his cock could have been dangling down and visible to her.
Amy didn't see his cock but took in his body otherwise. His pecs, abs, and muscles on his thighs were all prominently showing. They run into each other in the corridor and Amy had to pass him sideways in order to get to her room. She instinctively turned her back to him and Xavier had to resist the temptation of pushing the bulge below the towel against her ass. He had to hurry into the shower as his cock was growing.
Another event was not that evidently sexual but after it, Amy had a lot of uncomfortable feelings of affection towards him to deal with. They had been talking about the latest blockbuster movie when Xavier suggested they should go and see it together. Nothing wrong with that so they had done it.
