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.
But for the whole evening, Amy felt like she was on a real date and hoped she would not run into anyone who would know her and Ethan. And she wondered why. If they were out just as friends why feel so goddamn guilty about it? And that wasn't even the worst part.
When Amy hit her bed that night she knew it. They had such a good time that if it had been a real date she would be having sex with him right now. No point in lying to oneself. She liked him a lot and since Ethan had been away so long she missed being fucked really well. And she was certain Xavier would be perfectly up to the task.
Amy was a bit surprised when Ethan invited them both to come over on the next visiting day. She had been waiting to talk to him alone about everything. In her secret mind, she even considered asking for his permission to sleep with Xavier. She thought it may very well be so that he also wanted it to happen.
Selecting her outfit for the visit she decided to go all in. Ethan had asked her to use revealing and sexy clothes for his pleasure and she was happy to comply. And now that Xavier was no longer a stranger she felt that she didn't have to dress down or veil herself because of him. Daringly, she even thought that she would not mind that much if Xavier also liked what she was wearing.
The saleswoman at the store said to her that the top part was too small for her chest. That she should take a dress one size bigger but Amy knew better. Ethan would not mind that her boobs looked like they were going to break free at any moment. And when Xavier saw what she was wearing he went speechless. Amy congratulated herself silently on making the right choice. The dress size had exactly the effect on the men she had wanted.
Looking back in time, Xavier remembered all the times he had fought in a ring in the prison. As a boxer, he had met several formidable adversaries. He was big but one particularly large opponent of his had been called the mountain and the shoe fit. But when Xavier bit his teeth to his mouthguard and let his fists speak for himself even the mountain had to fall. But now that he had met a new adversary in a new kind of ring he was not that self-assured anymore.
From the day he had met Amy, he wanted her. Even before that - Ethand had shown him some pictures of her in their cell and he had dreamed of her ever since. But he did not have the same determination he had in the boxing ring. What was he supposed to do with her?
He cared deeply for his cellmate Ethan and they had shared so much during their time in the prison. Ethan had even been nice enough to invite him into his home. Was it wrong to lust after his cellmate's girl? Ethan had known very well Xavier wanted Amy when he made the suggestion. But would he still betray Ethan's trust if something would happen? And if Amy would make a move could he resist? Probably not.
With all these thoughts Xavier was driving Amy's Ford into the direction of the prison. Every now and then he turned his head and eyes to Amy in the passenger seat. Singing along to some fast song on the radio. She made small dancing movements and her boobs jiggled sexily. Maybe seeing Ethan would give him some answers.
Ethan was so happy to see them. Hugging them both intensively he welcomed them to the table at the visiting area. Amy found it strange how he ushered her and Xavier to sit on the other side and was facing them alone on the other. Almost as if she and Xavier were the couple there and he was just their friend.
It was an interesting discussion. They knew each other separately but all three of them had never been in the same place together. Until that day. Xavier and Ethan seemed awfully friendly and Amy wondered how prison could make two men bond so tightly.
She had been worried that seeing her and Xavier would make Ethan jealous. After all, he was still confined in the prison and they were living together at his house. But there was no hint of it. Every time Xavier or she referred to something they had done together it was as if Ethan was rooting for them to make the most out of each other's company.
