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Angela
Angela had just dished up an extra plate of food. She was a little annoyed that Marie had invited a man over without asking her first, however she had never brought a boy home before, so she chalked it up to nerves.
Her first boyfriend,
Angela thought,
I wonder what he's like. I was starting to think she didn't have any interest in men.
As she finished plating up, she walked back into the dining and froze on the spot when she saw her youngest daughter with her arm linked with someone who had to be the most beautiful, big, black man she had ever seen before in her life.
"Everyone," Marie said with a smile, "This is my boyfriend, Anthony."
Oh my god,
Angela thought as her entire body seized up,
he's... perfect.
It was a strange feeling that Angela hadn't felt in many, many years. Ever since her husband came out as gay and shocked their lives forever, she had never felt this... attraction, to another man.
She completely forgot that she was in a room with her family as she stared at this specimen of a man.
"What?!" Meg shouted out, which brought Angela back to reality. Luckily for her, it seemed that no one noticed her staring.
Marie and Anthony seemed to be fixed on Meg, both with massive smiles.
"Oh yeah," Marie said, still locked with her boyfriend, "you two know each other."
Angela looked at Meg whose face had gone a deathly pale.
"How?" Angela asked, still floored by this beautiful black man.
"Anthony works at Meg's stables." Marie said and turned to look at him. "Take a seat, babe."
Marie leaned up and kissed his cheek, and Angela's heart began to beat out of her chest.
Get it together, he's young enough to be your son.
"Where should I sit?" Anthony asked, his voice so deep and angelic that it cut to Angela's core.
"Erm, you sit here." Angela said, forcing herself to be normal as she put his plate down.
Marie and Anthony sat side by side, opposite to Meg and Andy, while Angela took her seat at the head of the table.
"You must be Andy," Anthony said, reaching his big, strong arm across the table. "Meg's told me lots about you."
Meg let out a quiet whimper, and her face grew even paler,
that's strange.
The two men shook hands, if you could call them that. Compared to Anthony, Andy looked like a frightened little boy.
"All good I hope." Andy managed to say, the handshake clearly hurting him.
"Definitely," Anthony replied as he pulled his hand back and looked at Meg. "Nice to see you again."
Meg was staring at her plate while Angela's eyes darted all over the room.
I know Marie is a good-looking girl, but how did she get him? He strikes me more as someone who would go for Meg.
Angela knew that both her daughters were beautiful in their own ways, but Meg was more of a natural beauty with her long, blonde hair, large chest and arse, just like her mother. Whereas Marie was more edgy, so Angela always thought Marie would be with a "bad boy" or musician, or even a woman.
Okay, say something.
"How long have you been working at the stables, Anthony?" Angela asked.
Marie was smiling from ear to ear, a larger smile than Angela had seen since before she was divorced.
"A few months now," Anthony said, "although your daughters are the only ones that make it bearable."
As he finished speaking Meg choked on the water that was passing through her lips.
"Meg," Angela sighed, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing!" Meg coughed back while Andy rubbed her back.
Oh, I see,
Angela thought as she looked around the room,
she probably had a little crush on Anthony and is shocked to see him with Marie. Who could blame her. If I was twenty years younger, I'd fancy my chances with him.
Angela had never been with a black man, not out of choice. She met her ex-husband young and hadn't been with any man since. Her husband coming out as gay really knocked her confidence.
However, between Angela's legs had a new awakening from the mere sight of this gorgeous young man.
"How old are you, Anthony?" Angela then asked, unable to put her finger on his age due to his ebony complexion.
"I'm 25," Anthony told her. "You must be around the same age?"
Oh, you charmer.
Angela felt herself blush at his obvious joke,
at least he's trying to impress his girlfriend's mum.
"I wish, I'm 45." Angela admitted with a smile.
"Well, you could easily pull off as these two's sister." Anthony said, but this time his eyes lingered on her.
Angela found herself lost in his gaze for a moment or two, just as between her legs twitched.
"That's very sweet," Angela replied. "These two are a handful as it is. There doesn't need to be a third sister."
"That's true," Anthony laughed back, "between Meg at the stables and Marie outside, I have my hands full."
"Oh my god!" Meg shouted out in a gasp and all eyes went to her.
"Meg?" Marie asked, "what's wrong?"
Marie still had on her massive smile as every inch of Meg's body was shaking. Andy slowly put his hand onto hers.
"You okay?" He whispered.
"Yeah," Meg replied, keeping her eyes down, "just not feeling too well."
"You were fine a minute ago," Marie argued. "Do you not like Anthony?"
"What?!" Meg shouted again and brought her stare up. "No, it's... it's not that."
Anthony was staring at her straight faced, but Meg was acting strange,
I hope she stops being rude to our guest. We don't want him thinking that she is racist!
"Do you need a glass of water?" Angela asked, thinking a moment to herself might ease Meg.
"Yeah, good idea." Meg said and rushed off to the kitchen.
Angela watched her daughter leave before looking back at the table, all eyes were in her direction now as that was where Meg left.
"I'm sorry about her, Anthony," Angela told him, "she's not normally like this."
"It's fine," Anthony replied. "She must be ill; she's normally so full of life at the stables."
It was obvious that Anthony and Meg must have known each other a fair bit at the stables, but what was more obvious was how awkward this made Andy. Maybe the idea of his girlfriend hanging out with a beautiful, huge, black man made him nervous. Not that Meg would ever cheat on him; she was too nice for that.
