This was a beautiful Saturday in April and i was meeting Raine for an early brunch at El Crostina.
"Hi!" I said walking over to the corner patio table where she had already ordered two rounds and a fruity appetizer.
We had met at a wine tasting, in downtown Atlanta, both of us scamming on the free drinks for happy hour.
"Hey sweetie," She came around to hug me close. I felt her hardened nipples through the thin fabric of her white sundress. Was she wearing a bra? Raine is all fine as hell- smooth dark beige skin, crazy soft thighs, super thick in the waist. Today she had her big curly-fro held back with small braids framing her round face.
I realized I wanted to defile that white dress, and lay her ass on that table, while I checked for myself. "Did I have you waiting?" I looked at my watch.
"No I came early! My girl Katrina works here." She said as a waiter came to take my order. "We had some champagne with the bartender, so I might be a little ahead of you," she leaned and whispered bubbly.
Whenever me and Raine met up it was usually a social event, a community gathering, or at the gay bars. This was our first time together one-on-one having brunch, what is generally considered; a date.
"But these are for you!" , she motioned to the two drinks. I downed one mimosa off break and we started to talk. When our food came she held out a spoonful to me, "Oh, Andi taste this!"
It was such a bright sunny day. She fed me eggs and fruit, and ordered more drinks, her eyes shining with real delight. After our brunch we decided to spend some time at her place.
"Sara is visiting her family this weekend," she informed me, when I opened the door of the rideshare for her.
The last time we been at her place, we came in close to three a.m.. We'd almost gave Sara a small panic attack when she came into the kitchen to find me and Raine passed out on the floor.
In fact this was the first time I would be at her place during the daytime.
We arrived at the two story family home, and she pulled my arm as we headed around to the back porch. She and Sara split the levels, and rented out a room in the back occasionally.
"Shit," She dropped her keys trying to open the door.
"Raine you good?" I questioned, moving to help her. I was drunk and full, and she for sure was intoxicated.
"Yes, Andi," she enunciated dramatically while I stood on the steps behind her.
She deftly wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling me into her savory kiss while sliding her other hand into the front of my pants.
"H-hold up ," I was used to her raceway approach. Raine is a full four inches shorter than me at 5' 8.5 , so letting her rough handle me was part of the deal.
"Hold up," she mocked and giggled. Her lips were back on mine. She undid the tie on my linen pants and had them down half way down my thighs.