The investigating detective came and talked to me about the incident that had left one black man dead and two others, one white and the other black, wounded. I was going to be cleared and the shooting was going to be declared a justifiable shoot. The two black men were from Detroit and were Jackson Jones, the one that survived, and Jamal Jones, the one who died, his cousin. Jackson was a pimp and a drug dealer and I wouldn't find out until months later why they were trying to force Latesha into the car.
After two months of my questioning, Latesha told me about her past. She was afraid to tell it to me because it wasn't very pretty. Latisha's parents had divorced when she was twelve and her mother had taken her back to Detroit where her mother's family was. Latesha's mom had become a crack addict a couple of years after her return to Detroit. She gave Latesha to Jackson Jones when she didn't have the money for the crack he had supplied her. Jackson broke Latesha and turned her out as an underage hooker. From the description of herself back then, I could see why Jackson wanted her in his stable. Latesha told me she was already 6' tall at fourteen and her 36DD breasts were fully developed. She described herself as being curvy and unintentionally sexy. Men wanted her for either her breasts or her perfectly symmetrical bubble butt. She was addicted to cocaine by Jackson and was his "special" girl for six months before her dad rescued her. She spent 90 days in drug rehab and was still seeing a therapist when we met.
I stood at 6"4", weighed 280 pounds, and gotten back most of my former fitness. Latesha stood at 6'2" tall, weighed 200 pounds, still curvy, and sexy. Maybe it was the damsel in distress and the hero that saved her syndrome or maybe it was true love, but somehow a pasty assed white man and the most beautiful black woman he ever met fell in love with each other. Latesha cared for me during my recovery and brought me my assignments from my professors at school. We would talk for hours about everything and became friends. Latesha accepted my offer to continue living in my house after I was cleared by the doctors. She insisted on paying rent so I had her give me fifty dollars a week. It was another two months before I could get her to go on a date with me. We were already friends so we didn't have any of those first date nerves or awkwardness. We went to dinner at a nice restaurant and when I asked her what she wanted to do afterwards, she said she wanted to go dancing. I almost backed out at that moment because I wasn't a good dancer. I told Latesha that I wasn't a good dancer and she told me not to worry about it, she'd take care of me. It was a surreal moment for me when I realized I was the only white man in the club Latesha directed me to. I saw a handful of white women which kept me from being the only white person in the club. Latesha helped me on some dance moves for the fast songs, but we seemed to fit together seamlessly on the slow songs. There was one tense moment when a large black man tried to cut in on one of the slow dances and I wouldn't let him. Latesha took my hand and led me to our table before the situation got out of hand. Imagine my surprise when she sat in my lap instead of in the chair next to me. She began kissing me with a passion I hadn't seen in her before. Everyone in the club saw what she was doing to me. When she led me back onto the dance floor, my erection was noticeable to anyone who looked. I was embarrassed by my condition to say the least, but relaxed when Latesha pulled me close to whisper in my ear.
"Don't worry about anybody but me! I'll not let anything bad happen to you, Michael!" Latesha whispered to me before sticking her tongue in my ear. I knew I wanted her in a way I had only dreamed of before at that moment. Latesha made me dance one more dance before she let me take her home.
We went home and Latesha resumed in her passionate assault on my body. I had never been with a woman who was the aggressor in a relationship before and was somewhat confused by my excitement that Latisha's actions caused in me. She stripped my clothes off of me and stopped me when I tried to remove hers. She was the one kissing me hard and caressing my body. I was in fairly good shape from my physical therapy and the weight lifting I did in my basement. I had only been able to resume jogging a month ago and my stamina was not completely back. I was totally surprised when Latesha dropped to her knees in front of me and took my 9", 2.5" thick, and hard as a rock dick into her mouth. She deep throated my member with ease and the contrast between her black face next to the pale white of my upper thigh above the tan line from the shorts I wore in summer and her technique had me so excited I was spurting down her throat in only a couple of minutes. . I picked her up and carried her to my bed where I proceeded to turn the tables on her and became the aggressor. I stripped her naked and attacked her tits with my mouth, tongue, and hands. When she began to moan and grunt from my oral attention to her breasts, I kissed my way down to her pussy. I sucked and licked her to a huge orgasm and crawled up her body to her mouth as I placed my rejuvenated organ to the entrance of her hot, wet sex. I pushed my turgid rod into her and began slow easy strokes in and out of her. Latesha had no trouble accommodating my full length into her pink center. I lifted up when she urged me to fuck her harder and faster. I gave her two more orgasms with my dick before I loosed my scrotal contents into her body a second time. We spent the rest of the night wrapped up in each other's arms. Latesha never slept in the guest room again after that night. Latesha and I were married three months later in the AMZ church Teshia attended. It was another unreal scene during our wedding. Most of the people on the bride's side of the church were black while most of the people on my side were white. I had my former partner from the police force as my best man. Latesha was radiant in her white wedding dress and everyone told me how handsome I was in my black tux.
