"What am I doing in this bed?" Caroline wondered. She rolled over onto her side, her thighs all sticky and damp, her pubic hair all matted down, and her pussy gaping and sore.
As her brain began to focus and the sleep faded from her brain, the realization came to her and she murmured to herself,
"Here, I am, a grown white woman, thirty-four years old, waking up in a twenty-four-year- old black man's bed. He's fucked me, and unless I miss my guess, he's going to do it again, and to top it all, I want him to!"
Caroline Stewart was a sports reporter who worked for the SRT sports network. Her job, which she did extremely well and had been doing for fourteen years, was to be on the sidelines for the Georgia Commanders football team, reporting on the players' injuries, preparation and performance. She was used to being in locker-rooms with other reporters getting the latest information on players as soon as the games ended, seeing half-naked men and hearing lots of cursing; she was a veteran reporter.
She had been divorced for six years. Her ex-husband was an old jock, who never realized that his playing days were over, and that he had to change his behavior. As a player, she tolerated his hitting on women because the rumors kept him in the public eye and he was making a lot of money, but once he stopped playing and his paycheck decreased by half, she was not going to tolerate his philandering anymore.
Several times she had warned him, but when his exploits became an item that other reporters began commenting on, especially when it involved a young lady friend of hers, she divorced him.
Caroline, at first blush, appeared to be the typical southern white woman bimbo; blonde, blue -eyed, big titties and dumb, who got where she got because of her looks and sexual proficiency!
Many a man found out later, much to his dismay that she was anything but that. She was born in Georgia, did have blonde hair, blue eyes and big titties, but she was far from dumb, and her thighs never spread, unless she decided that she wanted them to, and those occasions were few and far between!
She was smart, hard-working and had earned everything that she ever got. Her mother had always drummed into her head that using your body to get something, never lasted, and it cost you, your self-respect.
Her ex-husband had been the high school quarterback, and they fell in love while they were in high school. They both went to college at the same time, and she was proud to tell her girlfriends that he never got the pussy until he had put a ring on her finger, which he did at graduation!
He wasn't that great a quarterback, but he had been picked up by the Georgia pro team because of his father's influence. He lasted about three years in the league before he was relegated to a backup role, behind the second- string quarterback.
He was lazy, lacking in character and ambition and worse yet, averse to hard work, so, two years later, he was no longer in the league.
To add insult to injury, and much to Caroline's disappointment, he had a four-inch erection and never would eat her pussy, because he was so used to getting blowjobs from braindead hoes without having to reciprocate, that he never felt that he needed to. He, however wanted her to give him blowjobs. For her, the combination of a small dick and no oral sex, along with someone who showed little respect and caring for her, was a recipe for a failed marriage. The union produced no offspring.
When many of the other players heard that she was divorced, they tried to get into her drawers, but she concentrated on honing her craft until she became a great reporter who was respected because of her ability. This didn't mean that she didn't have sexual needs, but when she did, she chose to associate with men not related to football, to keep her personal business out of everyone's mouth.
Many of her press colleagues were trifling and everybody knew who they fucked and who fucked whom, and she did not want to be a part of the roll call!
Many of those men, not associated with the game, however, did not understand what was required of someone who did the job that she was performing, and it made maintaining a relationship difficult. As a result, she chose to stay single rather than have a hassle with a husband who took exception to how much time she spent and where she had to go sometimes, to perform her job.
At thirty-four, she was still a good-looking woman, but one known as a no-nonsense reporter whom the players respected and didn't fool around with. That was until Reggie Blackman joined the Georgia Commanders!
Reggie Blackman was twenty-four years old, six feet four, two hundred twenty-five pounds of solid chocolate muscle. He had been drafted as a line-backer and was in the top ten in the draft. He was good looking, self- assured without bring arrogant or obnoxious. He was also funny, highly intelligent and a great athlete. His teammates loved him!
In his first season he became feared by his opponents for his tackles, and he performed consistently at a very high level. When Reggie hit you, you knew that you were hit.
As a result, he was often interviewed by many reporters including Caroline Stewart. Caroline liked this brash young man who didn't brag but just gave the facts honestly as he saw them. He always stimulated a nerve in her sensitivity bank, and she never felt quite in control when she interviewed him. He never said anything untoward, but he was one of the few players who looked her straight in the eye, answer in a respectful manner and would banter with her, albeit respectfully.
Reggie always made her nervous and she never knew why!
The first time that she interviewed him, he commented about how perceptive her writing was and how much he enjoyed reading her articles. She was pleased that he knew who she was and had read her work. This gave him a plus with her!
When he saw her alone, he would occasionally say something like,
"Ms. Stewart, I hope you don't think that I am being fresh but every time I look at you, my heart goes "plippity kerplippity!" She would giggle and ask him if he had consulted a cardiologist. He would jokingly reply,
" but it only happens when I see you!"
She would laugh and ask him if he knew that she was quite a bit older than him.
He would follow up by something like,
"But I'm aging as you speak!"
It was also done in a good-natured way and never vulgar. He would then wish her a good evening and they would part usually with her shaking her head and laughing.
Over the months this playfulness continued, and she found herself looking forward to his funny remarks. She never knew what to make of him or what he was going to say next, but it was never crude nor insensitive.
It dawned upon her that she was spending an awful lot of time thinking about him and figuring out how she was going to respond to his remarks.
Somehow, he discovered that she was having a birthday, and he sent her a bouquet of yellow roses, with a note saying,
"Happy Birthday to a lovely woman! Would this lady allow me to take her to dinner to see if this is the medicine to cure my 'kerplippities?'"
Her birthday was going to occur while the team was playing and away game and she thought that if she accepted, chances were in her favor, that no one would know that they had dinner together, and so she sent him a note saying,
"Thank you, Mr. Blackman for remembering my birthday, no other player has. I will let you know after the game, if I will accept your offer."
When the game was over, the Commanders had won, and everyone was in a jovial and expansive mood. Reggie found her amid the hubbub and asked her if she was willing to accept his request, or would he have to do more to convince her.
Laughing, she asked him what he had in mind to convince her. He cleared his throat in a very exaggerated manner and intoned,
"Madam, I am very good at neck and shoulder massages, or I can streak. I will be only too pleased to demonstrate!"
Smiling, she asked him why he thought that she needed a massage and how streaking would help his case.
Without blinking an eye, he responded that she would realize after writing her report on his performance in the game, that she would be exhausted, thus the need for a massage and the streaking would revive her!
She chuckled loudly and told him that she would dine with him only if he could concoct a scenario that protected her reputation. He paused, gave the question some consideration, and then said,
"Perhaps we could do this. I will not return on the team plane but spend an additional day at the hotel and once the plane has left, we could go have dinner."
"How are you going to get out of returning with the team?" She asked.
