Let me start out by telling you about myself. I am a Mexican/American born and raised in the San Fernando Valley. I grew up in a mixed neighborhood, but never had any dealings with black people. When I went to work for a firm in south Los Angeles that was the first time I was exposed to black people. This is a tale of what happen to me.
Where do I begin? It started out as a simple flirtation. I would see Linda in the hallway and I began to get to know her by just teasing her a bit. She was the first black lady I ever met. We seem to hit it off real well. Linda is a fairly plain black lady, not real good-looking but not bad to look at. She always was happy and fun to be around. After a while we started going out to lunch together, nothing serious. We also started to go out with another couple after work for a drink or two. We played pool, played a few games. We did the things you do while drinking. I never gave it any thought. But it seems that she did. One of the times she went out with our regular friends without me, she had a little too much to drink and started saying how much she missed me and wished I were there. She carried on and finally had to be consoled by a friend. Of course I didn’t learn of this until the following Monday when my friend told me about it. Once again I didn’t give it a thought.
As time went on our outings at lunch got a little a little more intense. One time Linda adjusted my tie and pinched my nipple when she did it. I told her, I would get even for that. The next time we went out we started to fool around a bit and I pinched her nipple. Linda just laughed. Other times Linda would leave her blouse unbuttoned enough for me to see her breasts and nipples. She told me that she never wore a bra! I got a real good look at what I thought was some really fine looking breasts with the largest nipples I ever saw.
It took a while but on one our lunch periods I eventually kissed her. They were soft kisses, just a meeting of the lips. Now I am not what you call a good kisser but Linda didn’t seem to mind. She worked with me and taught me how to kiss her and do it well. So our outings at lunch became a bit more passionate. Mostly kissing and stuff. I never tried to touch her or push it any farther than kisses. To me, that was totally innocent. I’m a married man and didn’t want to press things to far. But things would soon change.
I was having a few problems at home. My wife and I were not getting along. We seemed to be arguing and fighting all the time. It got to the point that I thought we would separate and divorce. It seemed like she was mad at me all the time. Our sex life had gone to hell. She wouldn’t even let me kiss her. Let alone let me touch her. Now my wife has always had problems with sex but I thought she was working them out. I guess I was wrong. It was pretty frustrating. I took my troubles form home to work and to the bars after work.