Warning: My story holds themes not everyone will enjoy or appreciate, such as interracial love between a white man and a black woman forced love-scenes, dubious consent, and non-consent scenes. I've a taste for interracial love. I love reading stories of black women being used roughly or falling in love with white men, and unfortunately there are far too few of them - far too many of the interracial stories involve black men with white women. If my story are something that you are not interested in and do not enjoy reading, there are other stories out there you may like. Once again, everyone else, please enjoy and thank you. If the grammatical errors are too much, stop reading and do something else. It would be best if you did not burn your brain cells. The others that enjoy my story, please let me know how you feel. Thank you
Thank you always Kenji Sato for editing
Sitting in the study hall library, Suraya couldn't get Jordan out of her mind. It's been two weeks since that incident with him; she hasn't seen him since then. Suraya brought the book to her face. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!" she said, pressing her forehead against the rough papers. "What the fuck was I thinking?" she sighed, and trailed her fingers along the edge of her book, replaying that night over and over in her head. A tingling feeling played across her skin; still remembering his touch in the most intimate way. The equations in her geometry book looked like Egyptian hieroglyphs; concentrating on anything was like grasping at straws.
The bell sounded, and Suraya gathered her books to leave. Jordan didn't show up today, either. Suraya picked up her book bag and headed towards the front. She walked down the hallways, touching the cool steel as she walked toward the exit.
"Hello."
A deep voice caught her off guard, and her heart was thumping, as her eyes searched to find the speaker. Suraya was a nervous wreck! Her eyes froze when they met a pair of dark green ones.
Jordan.
"Where you going?" he asked, stepping closer to her, Jordan grinned. "Sorry I haven't been tutoring... football practice has been busy lately," he explained. Suraya noticed that he was empty-handed.
"I was... was just leaving," she said coolly.
"Wait," Jordan said, as he moved so that he was standing in front of her. "I'm actually kinda glad I ran into you." He smiled at her.
"Were you really. Why?" she mustered. In the snootiest voice she had, Suraya continued, "It's not like if you didn't try to ruin my scholarship." Suraya wanted to be as cool as an ice cube, but she was more like a fading puddle of water. She bit her lip.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that, and I'll show up, but I just have been busy with football and all. Plus, I, uh... I wanted to talk to you," he said slowly, scratching his head.
He is nervous, why is that? she thought.
He leaned against the locked door; he crossed his arms on his chest and grinned smugly at her. Suraya tried to avoid him, trying to get to the door. Jordan stopped her; this time, with a hand on her shoulder. Suraya looked down at his hand. He blushed, immediately removing his hand and putting them both behind his back. Ignoring the weird looks they were getting, Jordan leaned in closer to her.
"Sorry... I was just wondering if you could... could come over today?" Jordan asked, clearing his throat. "But, not for tutoring, umm... just to hang out."
"Hang out." The words were foreign to her. No one has ever wanted to hang out with her. Suraya gave a blank stare for a long second.
"Are you sure?" she asked nervously.
"I don't say things that I don't mean." He paused for a second, "Well, usually." He blushed slightly, tugging on his earlobe and avoiding her eyes. "I may not believe in destiny, but I do believe things happen for a reason." He gave her a shy look which almost made Suraya melt into a fangirl puddle on the floor. "I want to get to know you better."
Really? Suraya thought to herself. She stood frozen as Jordan studied her face. He raised his hand, tracing a finger along her jaw. An electric current shocked through her, heating her skin.
"You have no idea how much I want to know everything about you," Jordan said, in a serious tone.
She nodded. "Sure... Ohh... okay," biting her lip.
"Sweet. I'll see you later this afternoon, then. I have no practice, meet me at my house."
"No problem," she whispered back. With that, Jordan was gone.
Her path to the Jordan's house was unhindered this time around, as if this 'hanging out', was destined to happen.
"I'm here to see Jordan. Is he in?" she asked, hoping that she wasn't late. She spent the whole time since the hallway this morning, trying to pick something out. She had cleared out her whole closet, to find this cute white tie front button-up top with a short black skirt with a small slit on the side.
The butler nodded, a faint smile touching his lips. "Very well, ma'am -- Miss Hawthorn." The wide hall opened out into a large, airy room, connecting it to another room. Jordan, who was lying on his back on the bed, must've seen her motion into the room because he pulled himself up to a sitting position, and grinned.
The butler bowed slightly and backed out of the room as she inched closer into his bedroom.
"Hey, Suraya, you made it!" he exclaimed, sounding delighted. He moved towards her, stopping only inches away. "I like this outfit," he said, taking her hand in his and linking their fingers together. "I didn't think you would have come."
"You said... you wanted to... hang out." Suraya felt like she had swallowed a whole bucket of clay, is how dry her mouth was. She could feel his intense gaze traveling all over her body, and then settling back on her face. A dimpled smile re-emerged, making her skin flush.
Jordan leaned in closer, placing one hand on either side of her head against the wall, locking her in.
Suraya stared down at her feet, unable to stand the heat of his gaze. "Jordan--"
He cut her off, "Is this where you say, 'I've never done this before?'"
"I... swear, I never... have. I have never done this kind of thing," she whispered, wishing her voice sounded just a little stronger.
"You sure could have fooled me, Suraya." The dark look he gave her made her stomach flutter; he tilted his head slightly and leaned in even closer than before.
Suraya swallowed.
Jordan's lips, his eyes, the feel of his hands running down the sides of her neck, and the smell of his warm, minty breath on her face, silencing her. He inched closer and their breaths mingled, becoming one. Both his hands were flat against the door again, boxing her in.
Her instincts told her to push him away, but at the same time, she wanted to wrap her hands around his neck to pull him even closer. As soon as his lips met hers, Suraya felt as though her legs had turned to jello.
Jordan was all over her, kissing her face, her jaw, her lips. Still kissing her, Jordan moved Suraya toward the bed. Jordan's hands moved up her sides.
