Jennifer O'Rourke was a good Irish Catholic girl from Delaware County, Pennsylvania. The petite redhead went to church each Sunday for most of her 28 years. She loved travel, reading mystery novels, her Marketing Analyst position at the local gas company and her thrice-a-week visits to the local gym.
She wasn't perfect, as witnessed by her weekly visits to the local confessional, but then, who was?
Relationships were generally brief, a few months here, a few weeks there, and every once in a while, one date and done. Hey, so what if Mr. Right hadn't emerged from the pack? She found she liked the excitement of the chase, but when it came to settling down, nobody had quite met her standards.
Sexually, she was no prude, but she wasn't extremely active either. Since losing her virginity in the back seat of a Volvo at 18, she'd given herself to six men. Some were excellent experiences, others disappointing, but overall she took the good with the bad.
But Jennifer O'Rourke had a secret she'd shared with nobody, not even her closest friend. Jennifer only had orgasmed with two men. Nothing really unusual there, as each woman has a different button, and it isn't always pushed by the male of the species. No, it wasn't the number of sexual liaisons the pretty girl had, it was the circumstances. Each of her orgasms came via one-night stands, and each came with a non-Caucasian.
At age 21 young Jennifer had succumb to the relentless pursuit by Johnny Chan, the proprietor of the local Chinese restaurant where she worked as a waitress. Late one night after closing duties at the China Inn, she and Chan took the big step from their long relationship of flirting to a session of hot sex in one of the restaurant's booths. Highlighting the rendezvous was her being bent over the table and taken doggie style by the older, experienced man.
The resultant orgasm was etched in her memory bank, a fantastic explosion which she remembered whenever she needed a little mind play to go along with a masturbation session after a long, soothing, warm bath.
It was a one-night stand, as she turned away Chan's later requests before finally leaving his employ. Still, she thought fondly of the man even while dating several other "nice" guys. She swore when she confessed at church that the priest was not only taken aback by the nature of her sins, but since he knew her family from Jennifer's grade school days she felt he might break his vow of confidentiality and tell her parents of her transgressions.
Several years later, while on a business trip to El Paso, she was seduced by a handsome Latin man, Jose Perez. The local businessman met her during the day during a sales presentation, then, after several drinks and dinner later that night accompanied her back to her hotel room. After a nightcap the man ravished the girl's body and brought out a deep, satisfying response.
Again, it was a one-night stand. Again, she confessed to a surely shocked Father McGeddigan on a subsequent visit to confession of her sin.
After that escapade Jennifer swore to herself that it would never happen again. And she would have never considered it, had Jimmy Gordon not cheated on her with her best friend Carrie Tormey.
Carrie had been Jennifer's best buddy since high school. The two girls had hung out and told each other their deepest, darkest secrets. Unfortunately Jennifer mentioned in strictest confidence that Jimmy hadn't lit her fire in the sack, and the so called friend used that piece of information in a conversation with Jimmy that ultimately led to the two coupling after a long-night of drinking.
Jennifer found out about the backstabbing couple by accident, but quickly ended her friendship with both co-conspirators.
The hurt from their cheating kept her from dating for more than a year, but ultimately she began dating a local doctor. Weeks later she dumped him, and later went through a series of guys who just didn't do it for her, emotionally, spiritually or sexually.
While housesitting her friend Jane's home, Jennifer stumbled upon a cache of sexually explicit videos in the woman's house, and one caught her eyes. In the film "Desiring Dark Meat", a blue-eyed blonde had sexual relations with several black men. Jennifer was spellbound, and midway through the first sexual romp she lifted her skirt and began masturbating to the film action. Later that night in bed she masturbated once more, again thinking of the black men in the film taking the anxious, active woman in every way imaginable.
No matter how she tried, she through of the wantonness of the light-skinned actress in the film, and how the woman was brought to orgasm after orgasm by the myriad of men with dark complexions.
"Ummm," she thought. "I wonder what a black man would be like in bed?"
She decided to find out. But not with any black man. Jennifer wanted a special one, a special conquest. Young Jennifer had her eyes on Dwight Markman, the Research Manager at her firm.
Markman was a tall, dark and handsome black man who was on the fast track to senior management. He had a lovely young wife, two kids, and a three-story house in an exclusive section of town. The women in the office wondered if it was true what they said about the size of black men, especially in the genitalia department. They'd joke about it --- never in his presence of course.
He appeared to be devoted to his wife, never once caught glancing at smartly dressed women like other men Jennifer knew. These were the guys who ogled the women who bent over for a drink at the water cooler, hoping to get a glimpse of stocking tops. But Markman wasn't one of them. He kept his eyes on his work and not the workers.
Jennifer wanted to change that. She wanted to get the man not only to notice her, but also to take her into the land of ecstasy. She figured it would be easy to seduce the married man. Why, what man could turn down the charms of a young, willing redhead?
Yet after a month of short skirts, tight sweaters and even provocatively crossing and uncrossing her legs in meetings with the black man, he hadn't given her a second look. While dozens of other co-workers asked her out on dates, the statuesque Markman merely kept his mind on business in her presence.
As luck would have it, Jennifer was assigned on a special project basis to Markman, working on a complex marketing report. The assignment required her to report daily to the man, and she made not only every attempt to impress him with her work, but also her appearance. She provided quality work with a flirtatious smile, but never once did she catch the man flirting back or even sneaking a glance at her silky black thigh high stockings.
Jennifer was resigned to searching for another black man to seduce. Markman just wasn't biting at her charms. Late one Wednesday night, though, when she was dropping off her final report in his in basket, she was startled by Markman's voice.
"You're working late, Jennifer," he said in a husky voice. "Shouldn't you have gone home an hour ago??
"Uh, um, oh, hi Mr. Markman. You surprised me. I thought you went home already, but I just wanted you to have my report first thing," said the woman.
He nodded his head in thanks as she smiled, then turned and began walking out of his office.
"Jennifer," he said, stopping her in her tracks.
"Yes, Mr. Markman?"
"You have been doing very good work, and I am looking forward to this. . . report," he said with a smile. "I hope this isn't too personal, but you shouldn't work so late. You should be out on a date or something. Do you must have a special boyfriend."
"Uh, no Mr. Markman, I don't. Why?"
