How do I get myself in to these situations? That thought kept echoing inside of my head. Here I was giving a blow job to a man I just met tonight. My best friend Tamika standing behind me anxiously waiting her turn. It's amazing to think this was all the cause of a joke and a bet.
Let's start at the beginning. My name is Karen. I'm a single, white female in my mid 30's. I'm a very attractive woman if I do say so. I'm a blond with shoulder length hair. I hear often that my breast are one of my greatest qualities. I get asked so often are they real and it has become very annoying. I have been signal for the last two years. My boyfriend of three years moved due to his job. The distance was becoming a problem so we decided to call it off.
Thank heavens for Tamika. Tamika is my best friend and has been ever since college. Tamika is an attractive black woman. She had a caramel complexion, with average breast and a great ass. I often told Tamika her body resembled the women in the hip hop videos. I often found myself peaking at her during showers after the gym. One time I think she noticed while we were trying on clothes at the mall.
I hardly ever went out since my break up. The only time I went out was with Tamika. She decided that I needed some laughter in my life and I did too. So one Thursday night Tamika and I went to see Chris Rock. He was on tour promoting a new comedy special.
We were enjoying the show with the rest of the audience. That was until Chris said one joked. I notice Tamika whole attitude shifted after that joke.
Chris was describing the differences between black pornos and white pornos.
"Have you notice that white women and black women give head totally different? A white woman gives head like she is dying and the dick has the antidote. Now black women act like its a chore and can't wait to take the dick out there mouth"
After Chris said that joke Tamika was quiet for the rest of the show. Later that evening we were in the car driving to a restaurant. Tamika silence bother me so I had to ask what was wrong.
"I'm just so tired of the stereotype that black women are restricted when it comes to sex. I'm very comfortable with my sexuality. I feel I can give head as good if not better than any woman"
"Not better than me", I joked.
At that moment Tamika looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
"Is that a challenge, Karen", Tamika asked me.
That moment my heart was racing as I was driving. What door did I just open. Was Tamika serious or joking? Only one way to find out.
"Tamika, I'm pretty sure are talented but when it comes to giving head I wrote the book on it". After I told Tamika that she laugh very loudly.
"Well Karen if you wrote the book I know someone was plagiarize", she joked. Then a sinister smile creep on her face. "Karen there is only one way to find out who is the best"
"What way is that", I asked nervously.
"We have to choose someone to judge our skills and it has to be someone random", Tamika explained to me.
Tamika told me everything would be revealed over dinner. I couldn't help but ponder what did she have in store for me.
Later that evening we were having dinner at a restaurant . I was eager to learn Tamika plans .
