Isolation 3

I don't like people. Never have. Oh, I've maybe made an exception for 5 individuals who weren't members of my immediate family, but 90% of the time, they are just an aggravation.

As a result, I have arranged my life in such a way that I have to interact with them as little as possible. I do my food shopping late at night at the 24-hour store, use the self checkouts if possible, and work from home.

I live in a small apartment, alone. What about women, you ask? Sure, I wouldn't mind a girlfriend, but she'd have to be very accepting of my antisocial personality. I had one once, but she kept trying to drag me to social events. I don't want to see movies in the theater or go meet 50 of her friends at a party or go out to dinner at a crowded restaurant. Eventually, when neither of us was willing to budge, we split by mutual consent.

Just about out of food. Time to hit the store.

I drew up the list and proceeded around the aisles. I was just about to head for the front, having picked up everything I needed, when I saw HER.

I'm not tall - actually, at 5-foot-5, I'm short for a white American male - and I'm kind of scrawny. I never was into physical activities, being more of a computer guy even back in school. And my living arrangements didn't lend themselves to me becoming a weightlifter. At age 32, I was set in my ways and wasn't about to change.

But even so, she was overpowering. She had to be six inches taller than me. My first sight of her was kind of at an angle and from behind. She was wearing yoga pants that seemed painted on and a very tight shirt. She looked to be about my age (I confirmed later that she was just a year older), and there wasn't an ounce of superfluous fat on her body.

Toned and muscular, with coal-black skin and a firm chest. It didn't look like she was wearing a bra, as near as I could discern. Her legs were perfect. I wanted them wrapped around me. And then she bent over to get an item. I immediately understood why black women had the reputation of being "bootylicious." Hers was large and firm, perfectly rounded. I could spend hours worshiping that perfect ass. Burying my face between those cheeks. I was picturing her bent over like that with the pants off...

"It's not polite to stare, white boy."

I snapped out of my daydream. She had finished getting her item, turned around, and noticed me lost in la la land.

"S-sorry."

"Were you imagining me naked?" Her voice was teasing now.

I blushed furiously. "Um..."

"You were practically drooling on yourself."

I looked down to make sure I hadn't actually dripped drool on my shirt.

"Don't worry about it. I know I'm gorgeous. If you want to make it up to me, you can pay for our first date. I wasn't thinking anything fancy, just a local coffee shop."

I gulped. "Um... I kind of don't like crowds."

"What's your name, white boy?"

"Paul."

"I'm Keisha. Tell you what. We can get the food to go and return to my place to eat it and talk. And if we keep dating afterwards, I'll never make you meet me in public again, if you would like."

"Perfection." We swapped phones, put our information in, and agreed to meet on Friday evening.

"One more thing. I like my men clean-shaven. And you could stand to buy a comb." Keisha ruffled my messy hair. I hadn't done anything with it because I hadn't been planning to interact with anyone. She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "See you Friday."

On Friday afternoon, I showered, put on my nicest clothes, and actually ran a comb through my hair before shaving my thin beard. Keisha was already inside and waiting when I arrived.

"Good boy." She pulled me against her with one of her strong arms. "Now let's get our food."

I paid for it, as promised. For both of us combined, it was only 16 bucks. Keisha directed me to follow her home. She only lived a few minutes away from me, as it turned out. We went inside her modest two-bedroom house.

We sat on the sofa, and she leaned me so that my head was resting against her chest. She had inherited the house from her deceased parents, who died in a car crash about 5 years ago. She had been working at a local company for 10 years and was now in middle management, where she was likely to stay for the rest of her working life. Her superiors liked her, but the company had an unwritten rule that all executives had to be white males. They would never fire her, because they needed her as proof that no, they weren't racist or sexist - how could they be if they had a black woman in management? Besides, she was good at what she did and had helped the company triple their profits over the past 3 years.

She gently ran her fingertips over my clean-shaven skin, lightly caressing me as I told her about my life, not leaving out my disdain for humanity. I explained why I had set things up the way I had.

"H'mmm," she mused. "If we get serious, you could move in here with me, and I could handle all the shopping and stuff. You'd never have to leave the house again."

I gave her a big smile. "You have the best ideas."

"We'd just need to arrange for a token amount to be transferred to cover your food, since my other expenses wouldn't change anyway. I pay a set amount for Internet and cable, and I doubt you'd add very much to the utilities. Well, since I'd be buying your razors, those too, but same principle, and that could be set up as an automatic transfer between the accounts." She reached a hand down to my groin. "Of course, whether we get serious might depend on what kind of package you have down here."

"I hope you're not expecting -"

"Don't worry. I don't expect it to be as big as a black man's. In fact, I would probably prefer if it wasn't. I swore off black guys because the last one I dated had one that was so large it was uncomfortable, plus he wanted to stick it up my ass."

"Are you saying -"

"Oh, I don't mind getting it back there every now and again, but I want it to be on my terms. He wanted to ream me practically every time, and he didn't seem to understand the concept of consent."

"I promise not to force myself on you."

Keisha gave me a big smile. "Paul, one of the reasons I agreed to date you, and am considering taking it farther than just dating, is because I doubt you could force yourself on me even if you tried." She wrapped an arm around me and held me firmly against her. "You're a cute little thing. Adorable and shy and sweet."

I blushed and smiled back. "You're gorgeous and understanding and kind."

She leaned down and kissed my forehead. "I never do anything sexual on a first date. So how about you go home now, and come here tomorrow morning? That way it will officially be our second date." She wrote down the address, though I was pretty sure I could remember how to get here. "How's 10 o'clock sound?"

"Great." I rose from the sofa and blew a kiss at Keisha. "See you then."

The next morning, I made sure to shower, wear clean-but-casual clothes, and scrape off my day's growth of beard.

"You listened and remembered," Keisha grinned, hugging me as she pulled me inside and closed the door. "That's better than 90% of men."

"Thank you," I replied. My head was pressing against her chest, and there was definitely only a T-shirt between them.

Keisha guided me to the sofa again. This time, there was a pleasant silence as she caressed my face. She eventually spoke.

"I think it's time for me to see what you're working with." She reached down and rubbed her hand against the front of my pants. My cock stiffened. She then unbuttoned my pants and with one motion pulled them and my underwear down.

She wrapped a hand around my pole and gave it a couple of strokes. "About six inches, and decently thick. This'll do nicely. But we need to clean you up."

She got up, leaving me lying on the couch. She returned a moment later, carrying shaving cream and a razor. A quick lather, and she carefully began removing the hair in the area. Her touch was delicate, and it had been a while since I'd had a release. My cock twitched and throbbed.

When she finished, she cleaned me up with a washcloth that had been wetted with warm water. "Much better. You look bigger down there without all that hair."

"Uh, I'm glad?"

"Move in with me. I don't think you can keep yourself shaved down there without cutting yourself, and we don't want to damage the equipment."

"Um, will you give me an orgasm next time you remove my clothing?"

"Sure. But you can't expect me to only give. You have to give me pleasure in return."

"That's fair."

"Now get dressed and get on back to your place. Take these boxes with you and start packing. Unless you'd like me to come along and help."

"You really want me to move in with you?"

"I would love it. I have plans for you." She ran a finger along my hard rod.

"Well then, come along and help, by all means."

The next day, all my stuff - not that I had a lot of it - was in Keisha's house, unpacked and set up. I had been living in a "furnished" apartment, so all the big stuff was theirs, not mine. The largest item I had was my computer. We let my landlord know. I was already paid through the end of the month and living there "month to month", and the landlord appreciated having me out two weeks before the month expired - it gave her a chance to fully prep the apartment and screen potential clients before the next month began, and she could have someone move in on the first.

After some calculations, Keisha asked me for $500 a month to cover expenses. That was less than half of what I had been paying for rent. We both used the same bank (not surprising, since we had been living in the same neighborhood), so getting an automatic transfer set up was a snap.

"If you're not comfortable with the idea of sleeping in the same bed as me just yet, you can sleep on the couch until you are ready. But I do expect you to be sleeping in the same bed as me sooner rather than later."

"Oh, it'll definitely be sooner," I assured her.

"And now you never have to go outside again. When I go food shopping, just let me know if there's any specific requests you have."

"You're not a vegetarian, are you?"

"Fuck no. There's plenty of red meat in my diet."

"Then, nope, no special requests."

I filed a change-of-address form with my company (not that it mattered, since I worked from home and got direct deposit) and with the Post Office (though why I did that, I don't know: 90% of the stuff in the mail box was junk mail.) I slept on the couch that first night, then the next morning popped online and went to work, while Keisha drove to her workplace. She returned in the late afternoon.

"How was your first day?"

"Great. No one disturbed me."

"Yeah, this is a quiet area, and I don't get packages. I scared the living daylights out of the last five solicitors who came by, haven't seen one in three years." She pulled me into a hug. "I think I'll like having you here, Paul."

After dinner, she took me into the living room and stripped me, then sat on the couch and lay me down across her body. She scraped away my five o'clock shadow and the small amount of regrown hair around my groin, then pulled out a small device.

"This is supposed to kill the follicles, so the hair doesn't re-grow."

She applied it to my face and my groin area. It tingled a bit, but wasn't painful.

"I did promise you an orgasm next time I took your pants off, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did."

"I can cum from just having my tits sucked." She whipped off her shirt, exposing her full, firm breasts. "So get to work."

I recalled that I had promised to reciprocate, as well. Besides which, being asked to suckle on her breasts was a labor of love. I began by delicately kissing my way through her cleavage. She caressed me softly and smiled.

When I took one of her nipples into my mouth, she positively purred. "That's the way, Paul. Good boy." She wrapped one arm around me, gently but securely holding me, and her free hand slowly stroked me to hardness.

"I haven't had a boyfriend in 5 years, and I don't do casual hookups. Keep sucking... oooooh..."

I had only had the one girlfriend, and that was 3 years ago. And I wasn't big on porn.

"Mmmm. I have two nipples, you know."

I got the hint, and switched my mouth to her other nipple. Keisha's voice turned into a series of moans and her hand accelerated on my pole. My body tensed up as my balls rapidly filled.

I switched nipples again and began flickering my tongue over the tip, as well as suckling. She really seemed to like that. She held me more firmly against her. I kept going, and she slid her hand down to my balls for a moment before continuing to stroke me. I shivered with anticipation, and she was clearly on the edge.

She let out a lustful scream as she trembled uncontrollably. When she was recovered enough to keep stroking my cock, she removed my head from her breast, tilted it upwards and seized my lips with hers. She gave me a powerful kiss as my cum spurted from my throbbing pole, coating my belly and chest. She kept moving her hand until my rod began softening.

When she broke for air, she gave me a grin and cleaned me up with a cloth. "Better?"

"Yes. You?"

"Yes. You'll make a good lover once I train you up. You're not very experienced, are you?"

"More like out of practice."

"Now that the edge is off for both of us, we'll wait until Friday before we get in more, er, practice."

On Wednesday she checked, and the parts of my body she'd used the device on had no regrowth of hair. So she stripped me down and gave me a full body shave, then used the device everywhere.

"You are just so damn cute, Paul. I could just cover you with kisses."

"I wouldn't object."

"I know. But I did say we'd wait until Friday. It's going to be a very long 48 hours."

Friday did come around, and the instant Keisha got home from work, she locked the front door behind her, entered the bedroom and stripped. Then she came out and stripped me.

"I think I'll get rid of your clothes. You work from home and don't go outside, you don't need them. And I love the way that cute, smooth body of yours looks."

We both made a stop in the washroom, then climbed onto the bed.

"So, are you ready to start sleeping in this bed with me? Beginning tonight?"

"Yes, I am."

Keisha reached over and pulled me against her, locking her arms around me. "Come here, you." She smashed her lips forcefully against mine and pried open my mouth, invading it with her tongue. I responded by sliding my own tongue into hers. We twined tongues for a long moment, then had to break away to breathe.

While I was still trying to recover, Keisha slid me upwards a bit. She teased me by nibbling at my earlobe, then kissed her way slowly from my neck down towards my chest. She really knew her stuff: her kisses were sending darts of pleasure shooting around my skin. I let out a soft moan.

She started running her fingertips along my back and flanks, adding to the feelings of pleasure she was giving me. "Oooooh, Keisha," I panted. "You know exactly what to do."

She adjusted her position, still holding me in her arms, so that she was lying on her back. Then she rotated my body 180 degrees and began kissing and caressing my legs. I admired her dark skin and perfect body for a moment before taking the opportunity to kiss and caress hers, too.

"You're a smart boy, Paul."

I tried to use a light touch on her. Her feedback quickly helped me find the correct amount of firmness in my caresses and kisses. She slid me farther up, so now we were stimulating each other's thighs. Her legs opened, as did my own.

She slid me just a few inches more, and now my face was directly against her groin. I ran my tongue out and licked along her slit. She made an appreciative sound, so I did it again. In the meantime, her tongue was softly teasing the tip of my rod.

She placed her hands on the sides of my head and helped guide me to her clit. "Circle it, gently." I did. "Now flicker your tongue, slowly." The shiver she gave let me know everything I needed.

I teased her clit for a moment while she took just the head of my pole in her mouth and used her tongue to send pleasure shooting through me. Then I put a finger where my tongue had been and opened her lower lips so I could lick inside her box. She gasped and quivered as I lapped up her nectar directly from the source, not forgetting to use my fingertip on her button.

She took the full length of my now rock-hard cock into her mouth and used her tongue to lash up and down the shaft with long strokes. Meanwhile, one of her hands found its way to my balls, and she used it to softly rub them. They filled rapidly under her skilled touch.

We were both moaning and quite close to climax. I drove my tongue deeper and used a circular motion, and she flooded me with her juices. I gulped down as much as I could and licked the rest off her skin as she swallowed down my load, my cock having fired off the moment I felt her orgasm.

She disentangled our bodies once we had the energy to move and turned off the light before placing me with my head on her bare chest. "Not bad, cutie-pie. You're going to make a good little slut soon."

"You tasted wonderful, Keisha."

"The darker the berry, the sweeter the juice. Rest up, now." She wrapped an arm lovingly around me. I rested my head against her firm breasts and let my eyes close.

The next morning, after our waking-up routine and some food we got back in the bed and just cuddled. Keisha really liked when I was lying on my side and she was holding me from behind. She would gently caress my chest for a moment, or nuzzle my neck for an instant, but most of the time she just held me against her. We stayed quiet, in a relaxed semi-doze.

Lunch was pleasant. I openly ogled her magnificent body throughout. She gave me plenty of smiles. "You make me feel appreciated."

"You are gorgeous, you know."

"I know."

We snuggled on the couch and watched two movies in the afternoon. After dinner, we showered and dried off before getting back in bed.

Keisha had me lie on my side again and held me from behind. "There are so many things I want to do to that adorable body of yours."

"Go ahead and start doing them. You know I won't complain."

"Careful what you wish for, you might get it." She kissed my neck and pressed up against me. It felt like her body was enveloping mine.

She pulled back for an instant, and I sighed as her body moved away. But she was just reaching over to the end table. I turned my head to look. She had a tube of lube and a strap-on, moderate sized.

She dripped some lube against my butt crack, secured the strap-on and put the lube away, leaving her hands free. Then she wrapped me up again from behind, rubbing the strap-on against me for a moment before beginning to ease her way in.

"Oooh, very tight. I'll bet you're a virgin back here."

"Yes."

"I'd better be gentle, then."

She was indeed. She moved forward a millimeter at time, letting me get adjusted to having the toy inside me. One of her arms wrapped around me, holding me lovingly against her, and with her free hand, she began teasing my pole.

"Mmmmm, Paul. You're so luscious."

She kissed and nibbled my neck as she established a slow, steady rhythm. Pumping my rod at the same speed she slid in and out, she began moaning also. I wondered if the toy had some way of pleasuring her.

"Such a good little slut. And so cute. I'm so glad I have you. You're the sweetest man I've ever met."

My own breathing had been reduced to panting interspersed with gasping as she moved her hand up and down my now throbbing dick. But the compliment made me flush, and she noticed.

"Oh! You turn me on so much, my sweet little slut. I love feeling your cock throb. I want you to cum for me, honey. Let me feel that cum burst out of those tight balls."