"Have you ever had a black man before?" he asked. I could hear the grin in his voice.
"Nope" I responded - with a grin on my face as well.
"Never?! Not even a kiss?!" he sounded very surprised.
Laughing a bit, I repeated myself, "Nope. Not even a kiss. I've been attracted to some black guys before... very attracted, in fact... but nothing ever came of it."
His voice got even sexier (if that's possible) as he told me, "You come meet me, and I'll show you what you been missin', girl. You won't ever wanna go back!"
I couldn't help it - I laughed out loud. "Well! You don't have a confidence problem, now do you?!"
He laughed as well, and told me, "I just know it's the truth! You gotta try it - gotta experience it!" His voice got soft and sexy again. "When you gonna let me show you? Come on..."
As I got out of the car, my heart was beating wildly. I was almost shaking. What in the world was I doing?! He really sounded like a great guy on the phone and online over the past weeks, and we had had many wonderful conversations in that short amount of time. I already felt like I'd known him forever, and he always left me with a smile, but what did I really know for sure about him?
I looked around me. It was a very nice neighborhood, and it was a beautiful day. He had assured me that we could just talk until I felt comfortable - even if that meant that I had to come back another time. In fact, he'd already said that he would want me to come back. He wanted us to be good friends. For some reason, I believed him when he said that.
Fixing my shorts and my shirt, smoothing my hair, I locked the car door and walked up the stairs to the door, trying to look calm and collected (in case he was watching through the window). I took a deep breath, and as I let it out, I knocked with a friendly little rhythmic knock on the door.
I anxiously peeked inside as the door opened, and sure enough - there was the man whose picture I had memorized from his email. He was a bit shorter than I had imagined, but otherwise, pretty much what I had expected from his picture. He smiled, opening the door wider so that I could enter, and I stepped into a dimly lit living room with soft, sexy jazz coming from the stereo. He closed the door, and we stood there smiling... looking each other over.
"You're very pretty, girl!" he said with a big grin, as I laughed and said, "Well, thank you!"
I stepped closer to give him a hello hug. As our arms went around each other, I suddenly felt much more relaxed. As I pulled back from the hug, I looked into his eyes... and had to kiss him. It was like I couldn't help myself, as I leaned in to kiss him. Our lips met, mouths open so that we could taste each other. I had imagined kissing those lips from the first day that I talked to him and he sent me his picture, and I was not disappointed. Just as we started to breathe heavy and our hands started to wander - the phone rang! We both laughed a little bit as we let go of each other, and I went to sit on the couch and wait for him. Once again I noticed the soft jazz... the lyrics about love... that filled the room, and I had to smile. This man was prepared!
My eyes scanned the room as he talked on the phone, noticing that it was decorated very nicely. Photos were displayed around the room, and it was very comfortable. I heard him hang up the phone, and he made his way over to the couch, where he sat down next to me with his hand lightly tapping my knee.
"Take off your shoes. Make yourself comfortable!"
Smiling, I responded, "OK" as I kicked off my shoes and swung one leg over his.
"You comfortable now?" he laughed as his hand rested on my knee this time. He leaned towards me a bit.
