We talked as though we were old friends. I almost felt ashamed that I'd sat there, next to her, drinking vodka tonics, not really paying her any mind. But she had my full attention now. I gave John the obligatory "next-round nod" and turned back to the fascinating woman beside me.
"So, how often do you come here?" she asked, while taking the first sip of her cosmo. "Is it a weekly thing or-"
"Rarely", I cut her off. "Drowning my sorrows in alcohol isn't something I really do. I usually only come out to celebrate. In fact, that's why I'm here now"
"What's the occasion?" she queried. I looked at her and knew she was searching for something more telling than what I was about to say. But the truth of the matter was that I had been promoted earlier that day and I was feeling a bit festive. I explained the events of the afternoon and how much they would mean to my career. She nodded her way through the conversation, not in a dismissive way, but in one that showed she was honestly interested. Most people don't really want to hear about the life and times of some random white bred accountant... much less a sistah. But she was different. She was not typical by any means.
"Final, final " I told John. He poured our two drinks and turned back to the register to close out my tab. She held up her martini glass and we shared a congratulatory toast . Her smile was so sincere and beautiful... a little lopsided, but a beautiful smile. And even when her mouth wasn't smiling, it seemed her eyes were.
I couldn't just let the night end without knowing more about her so I extended an invitation for a late dinner. "My treat", I added. She smiled in agreement and in ten minutes we were seated in a tall oak booth with a single tea light.
We placed our orders and noticed that we were getting stares from a few of the other couples in the restaurant. Those gawking quickly turned their heads and blushed when I reached over and grabbed her hand, kissed it gently, and glared back. She excused herself and headed for the ladies room. I watched her as she walked away. What a walk. Her smooth brown legs strode easily even in four inch heels. And her ass seemed to beckon to any poor soul that set eyes upon it. I could tell she was a little heavier than her outfit portrayed and that turned me on. I like a lady with a little more to hold on to.
As she disappeared behind the bathroom door, I realized that the sight of her legs and ass had prompted an intense erection. I shook my head and reminded myself that the thoughts I was having were to remain just that... thoughts. I could never sleep with a black woman. I could certainly never have a relationship with a black woman. My grandfather was probably turning over in his grave with me being on a semi-date with a "pickaninnie", as he called people of color. I'd never really thought anything negative about other races. It's just that where I come from, you don't mix them is all.
But right now, at this moment, taboo or not I want this woman. Her walk back to the table was so strong and graceful it was almost as if she was dancing, the front of her blouse bobbing with each step. I tried to regain my senses as she settled back into her seat. The light from the miniature candle flickers on her skin and in her eyes and I notice for the first time how absolutely beautiful she is. High cheekbones and soft almond shaped eyes display her Native American roots. Her lips appear so perfect and pouty that any cover model would sell there soul to have them. She seemed innocent yet confident. I don't think she knows how beautiful she is. That is what makes her that much more desirable.
After a dinner of fish and chips, upbeat conversation, and another spirit or two for good measure, she invited me back to her place. I declined originally, but was relieved when she insisted that I visit for awhile. As she fumbled for her keys, she informed me that she had a little secret.
"You're not a man, are you?" I asked, half joking.
"No", she laughed between breaths. " I just smoke a little pot sometimes to relax. If you're not comforta-"
"It's fine. It's been awhile since I toked up. I could probably use the stress-relief. Just hope I don't have any random drug tests come my way."
She opened the door into a dimly lit studio style apartment. It wasn't large but she sure knew how to maximize her space. It was well decorated and smelled like furniture polish and incense. I sat on her couch while she went to change. She shouted for me to make myself comfortable as she reappeared in a short pair of gym shorts and a tank top. She was more casual than I was hoping for, but she looked fabulous still. Even the lopsided ponytail she had thrown up added to her laid back charm.
She sat cross-legged beside me and pulled out a wooden box. She lit an incense on the side table and opened the little box. A strong aroma filled the air as she took out her little glass piece and placed the greenery into the bowl. She lit it and inhaled deeply taking care not to let any smoke escape. She exhaled passing me the pipe. "So what made you strike up conversation with me tonight?" she asked.
"You were there, for one thing. But you seemed so welcoming and pleasant... even without saying a word. I wanted to know you. The fact that you're gorgeous doesn't hurt, either."
She lit up and inhaled again, a look of contemplation on her face. "So, is this just so you can have your first piece of black ass?" she shot.
