The video Des had sent her and she had opened Saturday evening had shocked her beyond belief, her emotions had gone from horror, shame to arousal, and late that night eventually her resolve broke and she watched the full video, her fingers seemingly of their own accord slipping under the lip of her PJs and fingering her aroused clitoris, before rubbing the length of her vulva and masturbating herself to orgasm.
She felt both aroused and disgusted with herself afterwards but quickly fell asleep.
Sunday Nina woke late after a troubled night, and kept looking at Des's text message, willing herself to delete them but unable to. Her mind kept thinking back to her being ravished by two older powerful strong black men. Nothing in her rather sheltered life had prepared her for that, and though she hated it, the thought of surrendering to the ravishing aroused her more than she could have through possible.
Had she been able to think straight she would have considered how expectations of her had shaped who she was, and how being able to escape all that weight of expectation and to surrender to her desires was exhilarating and guilt free.
After getting up later than usual she showered and dressed in her frumpiest sports cloths and made breakfast, after eating half a bowl of cereal and throwing the rest in the recycling bucket, she tried to study and failed abysmally to get anything constructive done, even after switching off her phone and hiding it under her pillow.
So Nina ended up going for a walk to try and clear her head. She headed across Pewley Down one of her favourite walks and walked much further than usual. She arrived back in town early evening tired and not having eaten all day she decided to eat out and ended up in Zizzis a Italian casual restaurant who often went to with her girlfriends.
After a glass of wine, she took out her phone which she had been resisting looking at all afternoon and switched it on, the phone buzzed as the messages came through but no messages from Des. She put it down, unwillingly feeling disappointed, and thought for a few minutes, her starter arrived and she ordered a second glass of white.
Des was visited by his daughter on Sunday, Tia lived with her mother in London and was working now, she wanted a car for her 21st Birthday. Tia teased him playfully over the vegan lunch he had prepared for then and how tofu was not "proper food".
Tia was not his only child, but the only one he had known, and he was a protective and loving father.
At 42 Des was fit, and easily passed for a much younger man, apart from the occasional joint he drank little and due to his jobs as a fitness instructor and salsa teacher was extremely fit.
Des was a player, he had the body that many women fantasied about, and the dark completion that was alluring and mysterious, but most of all, years of dancing had given him a grace and fluidity which his conquests found arousing and made them susceptible to his charms. Then there was his penis, large not only in length but also girth, women wanted to find out how it would feel inside them.
It's not that he did not want to settle down but a stream of women wished to be bedded by him and he saw no reason to change.
He had tried it all, and sought out new sexual adventures to excite him. Though there was a recurring theme to his conquests. Years of racism, not just the in your face kind, but the "polite" British racism, the passive aggressive hostility, and effected snide comments, precision twists of the blade, deniable as overt racism but leaving the meaning clear had affected him and bedding white women was his kink, his own personal justice, a way to bring balance, but not just sex, he wanted to dominate them. Des would never have dream of raping anyone, but he knew about women's desire and the type who wanted to be controlled by him.
After Tia left, Des went shopping to prepare for the week ahead. While in Waitrose, considering the various choices of humus he received a text message. He was mildly surprised to see it was from Nina, he recalled with a smile Friday night with her. He read the message "Hi Des, It's Nina, Thanks for the club recommendations".
He thought about her, her slim fit body, but also her education and clear intelligence, the prospect of her excited him, he could feel a semi erection already. The subtext of the message was clear enough, he smiled again and opted for the low-fat humus with grilled peppers, it would go nicely with a medley of raw vegetables as a light supper before vigorous exercise.
The doorbell buzzed shortly after 9pm. Nina has been sitting nervously in her kitchen a cup of mint tea half drunk and growing cold in front of her. She had tried on several different outfits over the course of the last 2 hours and had settled on something casual, she was switching between regretting sending the half-drunk text and desperately wanting Des to arrive. The buzz of the doorbell made her jump, her heart thumped, and her mouth went dry, she froze.
The bell buzzed again and she snapped out of her distraction and went to the door. She turned the lock and slowly pulled the door open, her breathing almost having stopped.
Des stood there his toned body hidden by a dark hoodie, "Hi Nina" he said smiling and he moved forward reaching out to her.
Saying nothing Nina took a half step back to let him in. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her slim body to him and kissed her hard. Nina was taller than average and the same height as Des, and there was something reminiscing of being in bed with someone when the kiss is level. The shock felt almost electric.
After a few seconds Nina relaxed and put her arms around Des's neck and kissed him back with passion. Des pushed the door shut with his foot, as Nina let go of him.
"Hi Des" she said taking a gasp of air, welcome to my home", she stood there embarrassed and shy not knowing what to say.
"Glad you messaged me" Des said, "You look great".
Nina's heart thudded when she heard him say this. "You want me to come in" Des asked.
Flustered Nina took his hand and not knowing what do in this situation Nina took him into the living room, Des took in the room, tidy well organised, clean with a work station with all her study books put away but still visible, Yes this was a fantasy of his, the good girl gone wild.
Des sat on the tasteful cream soft as Nina fiddled with the controller to put on some music. She came over to the sofa, and Des made a playful grab at her arm and pulled her onto his lap, Nina squeaked in surprise but embraced him and they kissed.
"I was not sure if I had scared you on Friday" Des finally said, Nina said nothing. In fact she had been scared and still was but did not want to admit to this.
Instead she said "Do you want anything" thinking to fetch them both drinks.
"Yes I do, Des said moving his hands up under her top and started exploring her body. His touch made Nina feel amazing, Des found the clasp on her bra and one handed opened it. Nina felt the release and responded by pulling her top and bra over her head, and astonished at her bravery stared into Des face to see if he liked what he saw.
Des had been planning through the events of Friday all the way here and was highly aroused. He lent down and sucked on each of her breasts one by one knowing that it would release the hormone Oxytocin, the love hormone which would make Nina feel bonded to him.
They kissed some more as Des's hands roamed freely around her body, constantly going back to her breasts to stimulate that all important love hormone.
Eventually Des got Nina to move off his lap and sit on the sofa next to him, he stood up and undid his trousers and boxers which dropped to the floor and out sprang his erect penis.
"Its so big" Nina said unaware of the cliché and hesitantly touched it, before taking a firmer grip and stroking it up and down. "I can't believe that fits in me" she whispered it Des.
