Angelica was nervous... standing in front of her mirror she inspected herself critically. What was reflected was not exactly what she saw. Anyone else looking at her would see a very attractive 5'7" young lady of 21 years, auburn-tinted brown curls framing her face charmingly, slim curves wrapped in a little black dress. But, looking herself over, Angelica mostly just thought that she'd maybe done her make-up a little too heavy, her legs were too short and she wished that her face wasn't so round. She completely missed the humorous sparkle in her hazel eyes, the intriguing slight flush in her cheeks, and the fact that most guys would probably be falling happily into the cleavage her 34D's created if they were allowed to. On the whole, however, she wasn't displeased with her appearance, it was just that she was so nervous.
This would be her first real official date with Bryant, before this everything they'd done together had been with groups. Parties, get-togethers, friendly type things... although they had both known that they were attracted to each other it just hadn't happened. There was another reason for her nervousness... for her entire life she'd had a bit of a thing for dark-skinned men who were taller than her, and at 6'4" big black man, a year older than her, with a linebacker's broad shoulders he certainly fit the bill. Just being around him made her want to check herself in a mirror to make sure that she looked her best, it was sheer animal attraction. The past few times they'd been together in the group settings he'd run his hands over her back, waist, shoulders, sides... just about anything that wouldn't be considered lewd and rude to do with an audience. It had made her extremely excited, very wet and very anxious.
The doorbell rang and she dashed down the stairs, almost stumbling and falling. That would be just like her, finally out on a date with a guy that she not only really liked but was incredibly sexually attracted to (the combination didn't occur that often for her), and she'd break her leg falling down the stairs or something. Smoothing her dress over her body, she tried to catch her breath before opening the door, a brilliant (and nervous) smile planted on her pretty face.
Bryant looked good... so tall with navy pants and a tan colored shirt, emphasizing his dark skin and the light brown of his eyes. He in turn was looking over her with a very pleased expression, from the top of her curly head down to the 2" heels (FINALLY a guy she could wear whatever heels she wanted and still be shorter than) and back up to meet her excited hazel eyes.
"You look beautiful," the compliment in his deep voice made her want to melt into a puddle in front of him, and she flushed deeply.
"Um, You look good too," she couldn't quite meet his eye, but looked at him out of the corner of his as his grin got even wider. Kicking herself for being a completely inept moron she had no idea that he thought her obvious nerves were incredibly cute, and actually rather sexy. Sometimes it was just nice to be around a girl who didn't take for granted that you thought she was the most wonderful thing in the world, that was one of the things that had initially attracted him to Angelica. She was innately humble without being bitter or completely insecure. Taking her arm courteously, he led her to the car where he opened the door for her, taking note of the slight blush that accompanied that as well. Shaking his head at all the other guys that hadn't treated her like a lady, he got into the car and they went to the restaurant.
Dinner was wonderful, a little out of the way REAL Mexican place with incredibly spicy black beans that made her gulp water frantically as Bryant chuckled at her, pulling apart bits of tortilla for her to use to try and quench the fire in her throat. Gently he teased her about it throughout the meal, and eventually she started responding and making jokes back rather than just blushing and wishing she could hide.
It was possibly the best date she'd ever been on in her entire life, she thought happily as he escorted her back out to the car. The drive home was companionable, just occasionally talking but when there was silence it wasn't at all awkward. Just comfortable, everything was just perfect... and she smiled at him from the passenger side of the car.
He walked her up to her door, and they paused for a moment... the first awkward moment of the evening. Smiling, hesitantly they both started to say something and then stopped, and laughed, looking away and then back up at each other. Slowly, a little hesitantly, he lowered his head, looking into her eyes for permission, and she tilted her lips up to meet his. A gentle kiss, with just their lips touching... and then his hand slid along her shoulder, pulling her a little closer their mouths opened and their tongues met. Angelica felt dizzy with giddiness, small and delicate and very feminine as the much larger guy wrapped her up in his arms. They were clinging to each other, passionately kissing, his hands were running up and down her back to grip her ass as hers pulled his head closer. Moving her body in response to his caresses, she could feel his hard dick pressing up against her front.
Fuck it... this might be their first real date but they'd been seeing each other for quite awhile now... pulling away she looked up at him, chest heaving a little as she drew in deep breaths, "Do you want to come inside?"
His brown eyes lit up and he whispered, "Yeessss...." lowering his mouth to hers again as one of her hands fumbled for the doorknob. Picking her up so that her legs wrapped around his waist - skirt hiking up nearly to her hips - he carried her inside. Giggling against his mouth she felt almost intoxicated even though she hadn't had a thing to drink that night. Going up the stairs was fun, she bounced and rubbed against him, feeling his hard dick pressing into her underwear. Her skirt had ridden up so far that it was completely useless - not that she wanted it to be useful at this point. Angelica was so wet that Bryant could actually feel her juices as they soaked the crotch of his pants, he was rubbing along her panties as they moved towards the bedroom, their tongues twining in each other's mouths.
Angelica giggled as he lowered her onto the bed, reaching forward to begin sliding his shirt up over his head. She marveled at the creaminess of her skin against his dark stomach and chest as her hands traveled up his body. Pulling his shirt over his head she looked up and felt very small as he stood over her. Gentle hands clasped her shoulders and then began pulling the straps down, making her gasp as her breasts were bared to him and he stopped the movement of her dress to caress them for a moment. Looking down she could see his black hands on her breasts and was awed at the beauty of the contrast. For himself, Bryant loved the way his darker skin looked against her smooth pale breasts, the way they accentuated the pinkess of her hard nipples. Tweaking one of those pink cherries he listened to her moan and she pressed her chest forward at him. Taking this as encouragement for more he knelt in front of her, between her legs and sucked one budding nipple into his mouth.
Shivering and moaning Angelica held his head against her chest as he suckled, sending wonderfully erotic tingles straight to her pussy. Her hazel eyes glowed as they took in the sight of his dark lips against her breast, creamy white skin and pink areola engulfed by one large black hand. When he took his head away from her breast she sighed a little in disappointment, and then moaned her pleasure as he took the other nipple into his mouth, nibbling gently on it. Heat between her legs was building as he played her body, his touch becoming firmer and less gentle... her pussy was leaking so much fluid she was sure that her panties had to be soaked through by now.
Pressing her back gently he began rolling the dress down off her hips, and she leaned back on her elbows and lifted her butt so that he could pull it completely off her. Now she was leaning back with her perky breasts out and nipples pointing straight up, her black satin panties were obviously wet on her crotch.
"Black panties," he smiled at her, "means a girl wants to have sex."
She smiled back, her eyes twinkling and excited, "Oh yes, it absolutely does."