It was two days later I saw the white bitch again. She was going into a big house not far from Beverley Hills. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a white t-shirt and carrying a little suede handbag that banged against her thigh as she walked. She looked fine. Her ass had this way of rolling like it was smiling at you saying ‘fuck me, nigger, fuck me!’
I waited a little while and then went up to the big, white door and leaned on the bell. When she opened it it was like she didn’t even see me straight away. A big black guy just wasn’t on her register of things to be seen on a nice, respectable doorstep like that. She flicked her blonde hair out of her eyes. “You? Jesus! What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you, ain’t you gonna invite me in baby?”
“Fuck!” she looked at me and folded her arms over her big tits. “I really don’t know that it’s a good idea you coming around here, I mean. . .”
“You had a good enough time last time round didn’t you?”
“Sure.”
“You ain’t turned racist on me now sweetcakes?”
“You know I’m not racist.” At that she gave me a coy little smile and put her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, arching her back a little so I got a good look at them titties thrusting into the flimsy white material. She’d kicked off her shoes and somehow her bare feet and painted red nails against the polished floor made her look even sexier and more vulnerable. I was getting wood already and then some.
“I know that, honey,” I told her. I’m just joking with you. You going to invite me in or not.”
“OK,” she glanced around the neighbourhood to see if anyone had seen me. I guess they’d have just thought I was the pool cleaner anyway. “Quickly.”
I walked in to a huge hall with two doors on either side, shut the front door behind me and then grabbed her and started kissing her.
“Hey!” she pulled away from me. “You can’t do that. That thing we had was just a one off.”
“A one off, huh?” I grabbed her again, put my arms around her, pulled her close to me and then slid my hands down her body to her ass. She resisted for, like, half a second and then her beautiful pink lips were on mine and her tongue was in my mouth. I slid my right leg in between hers and pushed her feet apart so that she was leaning into me, her pussy pressed against my thigh. “Oh God!” she breathed at last. “I can’t believe you’ve come round to my boyfriend’s house.”
“Your boyfriend’s house, huh? Is he likely to be back any time soon?”
“He might be. I don’t know. He went to a reunion with college friends.”
“Who gives a fuck?” I squeezed her perfect round ass hard and felt her hot breath against my face. “Strip.” I whispered into that sweet little ear she had.
“No way,” she looked up at me, kind of scared. “C’mon. I will fuck you again but not here for Christ’s sake.”
