Like most typical white boys growing up in suburbia, I'd never had a black girlfriend. (If African American is the correct phrase, forgive me – it's too long to write.) I'd had friends who were black, both guys and girls, but the few girls I did date were white.
In college, I'd gone out with the same girl for nearly four years, so – same situation. There was always something about black girls though. Light skinned, dark skinned, it didn't matter.
First, of course, many black girls are blessed with gorgeously full and sensual lips. Coupled with dark brown eyes and that marvelous skin tone, there was always something so mysteriously erotic to me, something forbidden. But something I'd never had.
At work, a new girl came to work in my department. Black or white, Dawn was the sweetest girl I'd ever known – sweet as sugar. She was a black girl, and her skin was light brown I'd say, like cocoa. She wore her hair long and wavy, and treated it with blonde highlights.
Her face was so sensual. Perfect complexion, smooth and beautiful. Her eyes were almond shaped, dark and exotic. Her lips were impossibly full and soft looking. If you kissed her you'd probably never want to stop.
Unfortunately for Dawn, she was quite overweight. On her 5'5" frame, she probably packed 170 pounds. It was a matter of eating and heredity I suppose. I learned that she was an athlete when she was a student, and in great shape. But years of inactivity had changed all that. She carried her weight well and was a superb dresser, but still gave the impression of a heavy girl. Superb tits, though, which she kept well hidden beneath layers of clothes.
As a result, she didn't date much, which was a loss for a lot of guys. The other people in our department were pleasant to Dawn, as they were to everyone. But she and I had a special relationship. I didn't care what she looked like, I was just crazy about her, and she appreciated the attention.
Dawn's personality was wonderful, a breath of sunshine to me. Smart, soft-spoken and very witty. So sexy, too, in her own way. Her voice was low and soothing. She took meticulous care of herself, always looking well arranged. Dawn even smelled great. I loved working on any project with her, we got along so well. And she felt the same way about me, I could tell. But as I said, she was too overweight to be attractive to me as a lover, I had a girlfriend, and that's the way it went. For almost a year.
When I broke up with my girlfriend Debbi, Dawn was a compassionate friend, very supportive. Not that I was planning to marry Debbi, or was head over heels in love with her. But being alone suddenly is never easy. Dawn and I would sometimes go for a drink after work and talk about our romantic misfortunes.
I told her that there was one lucky guy who would find her and treat her right. I was sure of it, and she deserved it. She told me that Debbi was out of her mind to let me go. There was no one in the world easier to talk to than Dawn.
Dawn was a dedicated and loyal employee, too. So when she was sick for a week, I was quite concerned, knowing it was real. She had a virus, and it turned into severe pneumonia. Dawn needed to be in the hospital for nearly two weeks, with another few weeks of recovery at home. I really missed her. The doctors had her on the treadmill every day to increase her lung capacity, and she had to stay off the sweet carbohydrates and eat more protein to make her system more robust.
Finally, she was scheduled to come back to work part time for two weeks, then back to a full schedule. But an incredible thing happened.
Not being able to eat the way she had, and steadily doing aerobic workouts, Dawn had begun to lose weight rapidly as she got stronger and fitter than she'd been in ten years. She even started lifting light weights to increase the muscle tone she lost being bedridden.
When she came back to work, Dawn had lost over 50 pounds. Everyone complimented her on her appearance, and welcomed her back in good health. I was thrilled to have my dear friend and colleague back.
At the time of her return, we were embroiled in a complicated project that kept us working late. Dawn and I decided to grab a bite to eat and finish the night's work at her place. We had a pleasant 'reunion' meal. We were so happy to see each other again, we just laughed and gabbed.
Back at her place, Dawn took of her jacket to reveal a shimmering black blouse and knee length short skirt. My eyes nearly popped out of my head. Her body was . . . voluptuous. Toned arms and shoulders, large shapely calves and breasts that were at least a D-cup. She was just gorgeous. I'm sure she noticed me staring, and smiled at the compliment.
We finished our work over a glass of wine, then a second glass. We felt a bit tipsy, and were actually getting touchy-feely a little, when she excused herself to go to the bathroom. She came back, still wearing the black shirt, black heels and g-string underpants.
Parking her newly fine body next to me on her wicker couch, Dawn looked at me seriously and said, "Timmy, I have to tell you something and I hope you don't stop me. You've been more than just a good friend to me. When other people treated me like wallpaper because I was fat, you were kind to me. You saw the good things in me, not just the looks. You talked to me as a person. You were so sweet. You made me feel like my prince would come one day and I believed you. But there's more.
"I have had dreams of you, Timmy. Erotic dreams. Some nights I would rub my pussy so much thinking about you and cumming on myself, that it would hurt the next day. I would dream of kissing your lips. Of sucking your beautiful cock. I would dream of you licking me and fucking me and making me feel like a woman. I hope . . . you can make my dreams come true tonight."
What Dawn said nearly brought tears to my eyes. I couldn't believe she felt that way, too. Looking at her – she finally had the outward beauty to match her inner elegance. I reached for her and kissed her. She swirled her tongue around mine. Her lips were just as soft as I'd always imagined. Her perfume made my head swim and my cock grow.
Dawn kissed my neck and ears, leaving no area unkissed. I rubbed her shoulders and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to see the treasure underneath. And what a treasure it was. She was wearing a yellow lace bra, which barely contained her straining tits. I unhooked it and they popped out, firm and perfect.
My God, I had ever seen more ravishing tits. They were so firm, with huge dark nipples that sat right in the center. I touched them and Dawn shivered, as though an electric shock had rippled through her.
"Mmm, honey, "she purred. "My tits love your touch. Touch them more. Squeeze them, baby."
I grabbed her tits and squeezed the nipples. Then I alternately licked one nipple and squeezed the other one. Her breasts were so big and firm – I loved them. I wanted to stick my cock between them.
