“Let me see your jibbilies.” I say teasing Nicole.
“You know what they say; ‘Once you go black you never go back.’” Nicole said eye-balling me.
“What? Is it some kind of one-way ticket or something?”
“Yeah, something like that,” she says.
Nicole had a beautiful pair of breasts filling out her shirt. She had nice hips and pouting lips that I could just imagine were trailing the length of my cock. I was never one for interracial sex; I was always a white-on-white kind of guy. But there was something about Nicole and her beautiful body that made me want to find out how it would look and how it would feel.
Nicole had her tongue pierced and would roll it between her lips at me. I often wondered what it would feel like to have the barbell rolling up and down my turgid cock, maybe even being pushed into my urethra. My opportunity came a few weeks later when I went out drinking with some of my co-workers, Nicole among them.
We spent the night playing pool for shots of tequila and darts for shots of southern comfort. Nicole was at the juke box scrolling through the music selection, dropping some coins and punching in the numbers of the songs she wanted to hear. I was thoroughly sloshed when I approached her.
“Lemme see yer jibbilies.” I said swaying from side to side.
She was far from drunk having been a better player at the games than I was so she was only partially in the bag. But partially was enough to loosen up her self restrictions.
“Come here then,” she said grabbing my swaying body and pressing it close to hers. Then she took my hand and placed it on her large breast. “Is that what you wanted?”
It took me a moment to reply. “Tha’s wonerful, but I said I wan’ed to see yer jibbilies!”
Then unexpectedly she led me by the hand out of the bar and into the dark of night. Beneath the yellow neon glow of the bar sign Nicole lifted her shirt and her bra and let her big, beautiful, dark breasts hang free. My smile was wide and drunk. I leaned in close to her and she tilted her head up towards me and we kissed.
I awoke the next morning with the mother of all hangovers, and with a gorgeous sleeping black beauty next to me. I didn’t question her or even wake her up for that matter. I got up and took a late morning piss, when I came back though I sat next to her slumbering body on the bed, partially covered by the sheet. I ran my fingers through her smooth dark hair. She blinked a few times and opened her eyes to mine.
“Morning.” I said to her.
“Morning.” She said groggily as she stretched her arms above her head. Her breasts peeked above the hem of the sheet, the dark nipples and areola tantalizing.
“Why, hello there to you too,” I said to her breast. “And to you too,” to her other breast, in turn. Nicole laughed.
