Aimee had just turned 21 and her friends decided that for her birthday they were going to surprise her with a rented limo and a wild night on the town. Aimee was a pretty innocent girl. Still a virgin and almost never been kissed, her friends wanted to loosen her up a bit. Of the four girls,some would have claimed Aimee to be the least attractive, while others thought she was rather beautiful. She was striking in her own way. Aimee wasn't the typical blonde that her friends were. Instead she had the coal black hair passed onto her by her Italian mother and the blue eyes that her Scandinavian father gave her. Her skin was creamy pale and no matter how often she tanned, it seemed she would never be any darker. Her lips were full....some thought too full, while others considered them perfect DSL's. Now, as for her body, there everyone agreed. Her figure was a bit thicker than all of her Barbie-ish friends....with a nice full ass and matching breasts. Instead of being the size 5 her friends all wanted to be, she was a voluptous size 12...but still firm and shapely.
On the night of Aimee's birthday, she was still arguing with her boyfriend of 2 years. They hadn't had sex yet because of Aimee's strict Italian upbringing. She wanted to wait for marriage and Keith, her blond boring boyfriend, had been fine with that up until the last month or so. He thought now that she had his engagement ring on her finger, that that should be enough. Aimee didn't agree. He claimed his "needs" were too strong to keep under control anymore. He told her that if she didn't take care of them, he'd find someone who was willing to do it instead. With those words, Aimee took off her diamond and threw it at his face.
"Get out then!" she screamed. "Just go and get your needs taken care of....but remember you can't come back here afterward."
Keith stormed out of the apartment and Aimee sat down on her couch and cried. After sobbing herself hoarse, she got up and called one of her girls, telling her what had just happened.
"Perfect timing!" she exclaimed. "Get dressed Aim, in something cute and sexy. Its supposed to be a surprise, but Cari, Faith, and I are taking you out tonight for your birthday. We guarantee that we'll take your mind off of that asshole instantly!"
Aimee fought for a minute, but then decided she couldn't sit here all night long. She hung up with Tara and went back to her room to dress. She showered and then picked out what she considered her sexiest outfit. It was a knee length black dress with a slit up the back almost to her rounded ass. It tied around her neck and revealed her voluptuos cleavage even more after she added her strapless push up bra to the ensemble. The dress had never been worn because Aimee found it to revealing, but tonight she was all about being sexy and revealed. She left her straight hair falling down around her shoulders. It fell right below her bra strap. After adding a pair of sexy ankle strap sandals and a pair of silver hoops she was ready to go. She grabbed her purse and waited for the limo Tara had told her about to arrive. When she finally heard the horn blow, she walked out the front door to the hoots and whistles of her four best friends. She climbed in the back seat and the night began.
The girls arrived at Chrome a little after 10 pm. Aimee was quite nervous because she'd never been to a club or even a bar before. As they stood in line to get into the already crowded club, Aimee's friends noticed the group of black men already scoping out their innocent friend.
"Look Aimee, you're already attracting some attention. Girl I told you you could do better than that jerk Keith." Tara nodded to the group of dark skinned brothers checking her out. Aimee blushed and accidentally made eye contact with the finest guy in the group. He was about 6'3, muscular. His hair was braided in tiny criss cross braids and his dark skin gleamed under the lights outside the bar. He smiled at Aimee, revealing perfect white teeth. She smiled back hesitantly then turned her back.
Finally, the girls entered the dark smoky interior of the club. Since Aimee had never drank before, her friends started ordering drinks for her. By the end of the first hour, Aimee was amazingly drunk. She was on the dance floor shaking her ass and having the best time of her life.
She finally stumbled off the dance floor to find herself in the arms of the tall brother who had smiled at her outside the club. She smiled up at him and reached up to touch his braids. "Nice," she said her words slurring a bit.
"Lets dance," he said, guiding her back on the floor with one hand on her ass. She complied readily and when he pulled her into his arms to get close she didn't fight either. For some reason, she felt a mysterious attraction to the tall dark and handsome man. Their bodies pressed together, no room in between at all. He moved his hips against hers allowing her to feel the rapidly hardening bulge between his legs. She gasped and looked up into his face, shock covering her own expression. He grinned down at her and grabbed her ass in both hands, forcing their pelvises even closer together. Aimee felt an unrecognizable feeling starting inside her. She was tingling in a way that Keith had never caused. The black mans hands massaged her full ass as his lips pressed against her neck, biting lightly.
Aimee moaned and closed her eyes, getting caught up in the feeling of his thick soft lips against her flesh. Just when she thought she couldn't take another moment of him licking and suckig her flesh, he pulled away and took her hand, leading her to the table where her friends were seated.
"I'm Marc," he said, introducing himself to her 3 friends. "I'm taking your friend home tonight, if you need her, call my cell phone." He scribbled his number on a napkin and pushed it toward Tara. Before they could protest, he pulled Aimee in front of him and guided her out of the building. He stopped in front of a Honda Accord and opened the door for her, guiding her slightly stumbling body into the leather seat. After securing her seat belt, he got in the drivers seat and pulled away from the curb.
