Ryan O'Reilly pulled up into his driveway late at night. His daughter's car wasn't around so he assumed she was out staying over at a friends house, probably Sara's. There was no need for him to open up the garage. He exited his vehicle and he looked tired. He was glad to be home, but knew he had more days of hard work ahead of him. He sighed and started working his way towards his front door. He looked over at the neighbor's house, the one next door that housed a black man. He shook his head, still not comfortable with the whole thing, but he knew he would have to get used to it. He saw the guy living there a few times come and go from his place. He looked to be a thug with that kind of hair and the way he carried himself. Maybe he was taking part in some sort of profitable illegal activity and that's why he was able to move into such a nice town with a great house, Ryan thought, judging the man without even knowing him. Oh well, just as long as he didn't bother him or his family, he wouldn't do anything about the man.
He opened the door and walked into his home. He turned on the lights as it seemed like none of them were on. He thought this was weird. Usually when he came home, even on late nights, his wife would be up and about the house. He kicked off his shoes, turned on some of the lights in the place and went upstairs. Everything seemed quiet, to the point where he could hear the hum of the refrigerator echoing through the building. He raised an eyebrow and continued to move forward and got to the second floor. He walked on over to his room where his door was slightly open and pushed through.
He turned on his lights and was surprised to see the scene on his bed. His wife was asleep. She was on her side with the covers secured tightly over her resting form. Ryan was not used to seeing her sleeping when he came home. The man walked over to the nightstand on his side of the bed and dropped his keys that caused a loud sound to ring out throughout the room. The sleeping woman didn't even stir. She was completely knocked out. Ryan studied her face a little more. He took a seat on the bed and moved a little closer to his wife. It was strange, she looked exhausted yet somehow at peace, with what appeared to be a small smile gracing her attractive face. She must have had a long and hard workout today, really beating up her body, Shannon's husband thought. Ryan gave a small chuckle and brushed away some of the red hairs that were falling in front of her face. She really was a beautiful woman. He didn't take enough time to appreciate that sometimes, he thought.
Actually, he had to admit that he didn't spend much time at all appreciating his wife. He knew he wasn't doing so hot in the husband department for a while now. Work really took over his life and if he was being 100% with himself then he knew it was because he allowed it to happen. He thought he was doing the right thing, working as hard as he could so that his wife never had to and his daughter could live a good life. He never really stopped to think about what was going on with his wife. Never inquired about her feelings or happiness. They didn't go out together as much anymore and he didn't compliment her even though he was thinking right now about how pretty his wife actually was; he was ashamed that he had to be reminded of that fact. And their sex life... it had been a little while since he touched her in such an intimate way. He wondered if the real reason she hit the gym so hard was because she felt she wasn't good enough for him anymore, and why it seemed like he didn't really pay her as much attention as he should.
He hung his head low, hoping that wasn't the case. He also knew he wasn't spending enough time with his daughter either. He knew she was a great student, but everything else seemed like a mystery at times. He figured that there was only so much a dad could know about a teenage girl and he didn't want to mess around with her life. He did, however, realize that he was also using that as a sort of excuse so that he could avoid a lot of things in general. He had no idea what Julie thought about him as a father. So now that he was pondering this, he deduced that he wasn't doing well as a father either. He sighed and looked at his wife once more. He gave the sleeping woman a smile and got up from the bed.
Ryan got himself undressed and ready for bed and turned off the lights. Instead of staying up late and watching TV or whatever he usually did before work, he was going to sleep beside his wife. The man sneaked into the bed, trying not to wake her. Although she seemed to be really deep into sleep, like nothing could ever hope to wake her which surprised him because she was kind of a light sleeper. He moved on his side to face Shannon and made a new promise to himself that he would try and be a better husband. Ryan had enough pull at his job to work less late hours if he wanted to, so he would limit the days that he would stay late. He needed to spend a little more time around the house and see his wife and kid a little more. Maybe actually do something together with his wife for once. She deserved it for putting up with his lack of affection for so long.
The man just hoped that he wasn't too late to turn things around. He placed a light kiss on her head and looked at her once more before going to sleep himself, wondering why she had such a serene and pleasant smile on her face considering her home life now.
The woman's husband had no idea that the smile was brought on by her time spent with their new neighbor, the one that Ryan himself was very suspicious of.
In another part of town and an hour and a half later, another car parked in front of a house. Sara Chey's house specifically. The two girls, Sara and Julie stumbled out of the car and tried to straighten themselves up before going back inside. The headed for the front door, both of them still coming down from their high, both of them still not all there but recovering. Julie was giggling and hadn't stopped since they left Jay and Sam. This was starting to bug Sara because even though she was still a bit weeded up, she was starting to come down and realized what it was that she had done. She let a guy she just met, an ugly black guy at that, have sex with her. Thinking about it made her stomach turn. She was already taken and she now became a cheating girlfriend. She was deeply ashamed of herself. She cheated on her boyfriend who was a really sweet guy who took her out, complimented her and even bought her nice things. He was a good Asian boy that her parents accepted. The complete opposite of the rude and aggressive Samuel Robinson. She realized that she wasn't all there and that the weed they smoked really influenced her decisions, but she was also smart enough to know that that wasn't a good enough excuse for cheating. Sara wondered what she was going to do. It made her wish that the weed was so strong that she could forget it even happened, but that was impossible.
For one, Julie probably had a new boyfriend now in Jay. So that pretty much guarantees that at least he will be around more often. Secondly... the sex. Even though she was weeded up from some potent grass, she remembered the sex vividly. The way Sam took her, undressed her, sucked and played with her chest, kissed her, tongued her pussy as well as her ass which was something she never thought would happen to her. Most guys she knew thought anything involving a butt hole was dirty, and so did she, really. But that was not what she expected. It was an incredibly pleasurable experience. It blew her mind that it could feel that good. And then, the image of Sam's cock entered her mind. 'My god' she thought, how in the world could a guy hold something like that between his legs. The Asian knew she didn't have all the experience in the world when it came to sex, but that almost seemed unrealistic. It was enormous! Of course that brought up what she thought was an old wives tale about the size of black men. She shook her head at such thoughts and believed them to be complete rubbish and a straight up myth. Now, well, she was beginning to doubt that, or maybe she just happened to run into that one black guy who proved the stereotype true.
There was also the sex which... it was hard for Sara to wrap her head around it. She knew it was different than the sex she had before with boyfriends. With her current boyfriend, their sex life started out a little awkward the first couple of times, but eventually it got pleasant enough where she enjoyed it because she felt like she was in love with Kim. He wasn't the type that could go on for a while and she had yet to feel a true orgasm with him, but she liked her man a lot and he didn't have to be a god that went super deep when they made love. She remembered that him going deep was impossible anyway, his size (or lack thereof) would not permit it. Kim wasn't the greatest lover in the world, but he was a good guy. They were still in their teens after all and while she was legally an adult, Sara recognized that she still had some growing to do.
And then there was Samuel. He was an arrogant douche, far from the good guy that her boyfriend was. He had the kind of personality that she hated and he fit into a very negative stereotype that she viewed as true about black men. She didn't care how horrible it sounded but Sam looked like a hoodlum and acted like one. Were she sober, a man like him could never have his way with her like he did. However, that's not how it went down. She was up in smoke and Sam went in for the kill. The sex was out of this world. He stretched her beyond belief. He fucked her in positions that she couldn't do with Kim because of how small his penis was and Sam had no trouble at all taking her any way he wished. He did all of this even with the limited space of the backseat of the car. He was going deep, filling out spaces inside of her that were yet to be touched. Sam was rough and manhandled her, but after she rode out the pain on the initial filling out, the sex was on another level. He brought her to orgasm more than once by the time they were done his black... cock made her feel a sort of pleasure that she thought was too soon for an 18 year old. The black thug pounded her well, and even with all of the weed involved, she could recall every single pleasurable moment of the sex they had. She started to think that maybe his arrogance was justified because of his cock size and how good sex is with him.
