Fair warning. I actually tried to write an interracial story that doesn't fall prey to all the normal interracial erotica stereotypes. I'm not sure I succeeded, but at least I tried. Hopefully some find this a refreshing take on things.
Lynnette Howard is a 39-year-old black woman and the Finance Director for a multinational firm.
Jake is a 20-year-old white intern, 5'11" and 170 pounds working in Lynnette's department.
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Lynnette Howard remembered Jake's first day as an intern. It seemed like a lot of time had passed, but it was really only ten months ago. He was only 20 years old and completely wet behind the ears, but he was a quick learner and possessed a strong work ethic.
Usually interns only handled the grunt work because they lacked the experience to handle more complex assignments, but after three months, Lynnette assigned him the same tasks and workloads as her other workers.
As the Finance Director at a large multinational firm, she led a large team of accountants and financial analysts who balanced the books and managed the corporate finances. It was a never-ending cycle of balancing public shareholder commitments to control costs and streamline processes while appeasing the manufacturing and support departments that always wanted to expand or improve their areas.
Lynnette worked hard to achieve professional success in life, and a lot of Jake's workplace traits reminded her of herself when she first started her career 18 years ago, even though they were from different worlds.
By all appearances, Jake was the prototypical white boy, whereas Lynnette was a black woman. Hers was not a story of an impoverished childhood or broken home, however. Quite the opposite, her father was a lawyer, and her mother was a schoolteacher and principal, and they provided a stable and nurturing home for her growing up.
Thus, in Jake, she recognized many shared traits and values that had been instilled in her by her parents. Hard work and discipline. Respect and decorum. Education and truthfulness.
Lynnette was 39 years old now, and she had focused so hard on her career that she felt her life was at a crossroads as her 40
th
birthday approached. She had never married, always telling herself that she was waiting for the right man to come along, and that she didn't want to settle. And because she had never married, she had no children.
She several boyfriends and suitors over the years, but it was never anything serious. Her parents grew up in the era of the Civil Rights Movement and would've disowned her if she dated a white man. So, she had dated a few black men, but she found the pool of eligible bachelors less than appealing. Many of them didn't share her drive for success, and she refused to be a sugar mama. There were so many incarcerated black men, however, that the successful professional black men had their pick of the litter, and Lynnette refused to kowtow to any man like others did in pursuit of those few men, so she chose to remain single instead.
Not that she remained completely asexual. She satisfied her urges by fingering herself to bed on a nightly basis, often to orgasm. She had toys that she broke out about once a week when she wanted to indulge herself in a more thorough and intense round of self-pleasure. Other than that, she had been content to wait until the right man came along.
Lynnette was certainly not Halle Barry, but she was a fine-looking woman. She was 5'7" and 165 pounds with shapely curves. Her skin was black. Not a lighter shade like Beyonce, but also not a midnight shade as Lupita. Lynnette had large D cup breasts and a round ass that acted like magnets for men's eyes, and her legs were long with thick, muscular thighs and calves.
Besides, working as a black woman in the corporate world, she always felt like she was held to a different and higher standard than her white colleagues. If she openly critiqued her colleagues, then she was an angry black woman. If she didn't always present a pleasant demeanor, then she was uppity. If she dressed in anything that flaunted any of her natural assets, then she would only be seen as a sex object. She kept her workplace attire strictly professional, and she kept her hair straightened for fear that her natural curls might not be willingly accepted as professional.
Lynnette heard the whispers around the office place that she was secretly a lesbian, which frustrated her to no end. No one ever confronted her directly about it, but she knew people talked behind her back. It was bound to happen for any woman who didn't marry by a certain age.
In previous eras, women like her were referred to as homely old maids. In today's age however, it was often assumed that any woman who wasn't married by age 40 was likely a lesbian. In Lynnette's case, even though she wasn't obsessed with sex, she still preferred the intimate company of the opposite sex to her own.
She also heard the whispers and the snickers that she only got her Director position because she was black, and she tried not to let it bother her. She knew how hard she worked to achieve everything in her career, but it hurt that some people belittled her success.
With her impending 40
th
birthday, however, her maternal instincts started kicking in. As the saying goes, you can't take it with you, and Lynnette began worrying what kind of legacy she would leave in the world. She wanted a child, one to raise and pass on down the values her parents had instilled in her, but she knew that her biological clock was ticking.
When the idea first came to her, she tried to push it aside as preposterous. But the thought remained in the back of her mind and kept worming its way into the forefront. She initially wrote it off as a flight of fancy, but the longer she mulled it over, she kept coming up with more reasons for than against the idea.
As head of finance, she was privy to the budget planning, and she knew the Board of Directors had requested another round of budget cuts, otherwise layoffs may ensue. It frustrated her to no end because the company was profitable, only it wasn't profitable enough for the largest shareholders, and they wanted to squeeze out every last dime of profit out of their investment. The pursuit of shareholder value just potentially left so many hard-working people and their livelihoods in its wake with hardly a care.
A hiring freeze was being put in place, although layoffs were being avoided for now. And while Lynnette would have loved to hire on Jake, she didn't have an open position that he could fill. Her department consisted of all long-term employees who had been with the company at least ten years, and while a few folks were mediocre workers, their performance didn't warrant terminating their employment.
Jake was ten months into a twelve-month internship, and the intern program was being killed as part of the budget cutbacks, so there wasn't even an option to potentially bring him back that way. She hated losing a talent like Jake, but she knew the economy was still a job seeker's market, and Jake would be fine in the long term with his aptitude and strong work ethic.
So, the idea lingered in her head, festering and growing. Even though common sense told her it was a bad idea, she could never quite extinguish it, and, after a while, she finally realized why. Implausible as the idea was, she couldn't let it go because she was becoming personally obsessed with it.
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"Ms. Howard, here's the data that you needed for the monthly finance report," Jake said as he dropped a stack of papers on her desk. "I also emailed you the raw data files in case you need to make any adjustments."