2002
Seattle, WA
"Bobby, can you do me a favour?" Cassy asked her husband.
"Depends on the favour?" He replied with a wink.
"You worry too much." Said Cassy patting her husband's hand. "You need to relax."
"Relax?" Bob said incredulously. "How can I relax?"
Cassy ignored this, her husband was always worked up over one thing or another, be it finances, or her constant flirting with men. She pulled her hands away to slip off her wedding rings.
"What are you doing?" Bob said spazzing out.
Cassy sighed deeply as she spoke. "I'm moisturizing my hands."
"Oh..." He said trying to compose himself, "Make sure you put them back on!"
"Yes dear..." She sighed again.
She loved Bob with all her heart, but sometimes he drove her insane. Looking up at him she saw he was sweating and uncomfortable.
"Where is that waitress? We ordered our drinks so long ago!" He declared.
"Don't worry about it." Cassy said to her fretting husband.
Bob tried not to look so worked up, as he picked up a newspaper.
"You wait here dear, I'll go get us some water." She said rising and walking away.
Bob stood up and shouted to Cassy, she had forgotten her wedding rings. She however didn't look back as he sat back down to pout.
Elsewhere in the restaurant, Worthington was feeling dejected. He'd come back stateside from Korea between assignments; he was to report to West Point in two weeks for officer training. He however wanted to be boots on the ground assisting the Northern Alliance, but Uncle Sam wanted to put his career before adventure.
That however wasn't what had him feeling glum, his wife of five years wasn't with him. She was over in Kansas with her parents.
The tall muscular light brown man couldn't remember what had caused their fight, it wasn't money, or sex. The young interracial couple had a great sex life, so great that they had an open marriage. Play with other people was both permitted and encouraged.
Worthington was lost in his thoughts as he walked; he didn't notice the thin petite black-haired woman in high heels marching towards him.
"Oh!" He said. "Pardon me ma'am."
It was too late, he had spilt her drink on her blouse and the floor.
"I'm so sorry!" The woman declared setting the drink down.
She moved forward to try and clean the drink off him with her hands, it only seemed to make it worse.
The two of them apologized profusely until their eyes met. Silence quickly descended upon them, she was stunned by his tan brown skin, crew cut hair and most strikingly of all his steel blue eyes! Worthington glanced into her very blue eyes then notice her low cut blouse with his peripheral vision.
The woman before him was petite with her shoulder length black hair worn loose. On one side of her hair it looked like she's dipped the tip into red dye, it was so unusual and fiery attractive! She had on a one piece mini-dress with pearls on both her neck and wrist. Although she wasn't overly busty, her low cut top hinted at very firm breasts.
The clam before the storm as they stared at one another was suddenly broken by their mutual nervous laughter. It was as if they had both decided upon what they wanted to do, then just as fast changed their minds.
"My name is John Worthington." He said sticking his hand out. "Everyone calls me Worthington, or Worthy."
"Cassandra." She replied taking his hand. "But call me Cassy."
Cassy found his hand strong and powerful, her heart fluttered and her stomach felt light. Giggles erupted from her as she tried to cover her excitement.
"Can I buy you a drink to make up for this one?" Worthington suggested.
"Oh no, it's ok." Cassy stammered. "I need to get back to my..."
"Waitress!" He commanded with a hand up.
Cassy held her breath at his assertive tone. The waitress that had hid from her and Bob earlier suddenly appeared.
"What was that you spilt?" He asked.
Cassy remembered to breath as she tried to say something. "Uh, water."
"Are you sure you wouldn't like a glass of wine?" Asked Worthington.
"Ah... sure." Cassy hastily replied before saying, "um, make it a jack and coke."
At six foot one the muscular Worthington towered over Cassy even with her extra high heels. He gestured at an empty table nearby. Overwhelmed by the tall dark, handsome man standing before her she sat down.
Worthington ordered a beer before dismissing the waitress. He watched Cassy run her fingers through her black hair, stopping to play with the red dipped tips. He didn't see a ring on her hand so decided that he'd keep an eye open to doing more than repaying her for a spilt drink.
The drinks arrived swiftly as the two got to know each other, Cassy initially spoke so fast that Worthington couldn't keep up. He gathered that she'd come from the mid-west to find her fortunes modelling in Seattle.
Cassy had to stop and take a few deep breaths before continuing. She was very excited to speak with Worthington, he wasn't the first black man she'd spoken to, but the first she'd actually had a deep conversation with.
"So what brings you out west? She asked putting a hand on top of one of his much larger paw.
"I'm from here, I mean my mother lives here." Worthington said, not wanting to talk about his mother's second husband and his step-sister. "I'm here for a couple weeks before going to West Point."
Cassy's jaw dropped for an instant before she smiled in understanding, it all made sense now, the muscles the politeness; especially how the waitress obeyed him without complaint.
"Wow!" She said, "I bet you're nervous?"
"I am a little." He said not mentioning his estranged wife.
In the awkward silence Cassy looked down at his brown hand under hers, the collage of colours was exotic! She liked holding Bob's hand, but it didn't resemble a Yin and Yang like it did with Worthington.
Cassy suddenly felt bold now that she felt secure and comfortable with her new friend. She flipped over his hand to explore it, tracing a finger along the borderline where his skin went from brown to white.
Worthington wasn't hard from her curious digits, but like her, his interest was also growing.
"What would you like to eat?" Asked the waitress who materialized out of thin air.
"How about some refills and nachos?" Worthington said looking across at Cassy.
"Oh I can't." Cassy replied. "I really should go."
Worthington had noticed that she still gripped his hand as she spoke.
"I don't want to delay you, but I feel as if I owe you." Worthington declared with a wide grin.
Cassy opened her mouth to decline, her mind was made up to go, but she couldn't get her body to respond. No words came out as she remained seated.
The waitress nodded then departed, Cassy remarked to herself how those blue eyes had transfixed her to her seat.
Bob sipped at his Vodka and pop, reading his newspaper. The article in the paper had stated definite proof of a Taliban-Iraq connection, it however made no sense to him.
Turning to the next page he thought to himself, 'this wasn't the first time Cassy has wandered off, but it might be the longest.'
In the past he rarely had to go find her. He wasn't quite sure how this game developed, it started with her flirting with men, each time trying to push the boundaries of their vows. Each time she backed down before it got to serious.
He could remember the last time, a man in Tacoma kissed her neck at a sports bar, she blushed red at his touch, then ran away. He didn't mind the Nordiques had beat his team, the Avalanche that night.
Another time a man cupped her ass on the dancefloor. He was certain that man had his erection stabbing into her stomach during a slow song. When her eyes met his, Bob only needed to blink three times before she backed down.
The sex after these adventures was always amazing! At the sports bar he followed her out to an alleyway where they fucked hard and fast! At the dance club she gave him a blowjob on the cab ride home.
Bob shifted on his seat at the thought of those nights, he was hard. Setting down his paper he took a few breaths to relax.
'Perhaps she's found another man to tease... aside from me?' He wondered to himself.
Standing he couldn't see her, so he stepped out of the booth to look around. He was so shocked that he had to sit down! She was only two booths away, and with a giant black man!
He harboured no ill-will to African-Americans, even the black army recruiter who turned him down on September twelfth wasn't rude to him. Unlike that encounter, this was personal, this man was with his wife!
His breath was ragged and short, a sip of his vodka and pop did little to settle his nerves. The man with Cassy was athletic, handsome and based on her laughter funny too! The men in the past were average in build, one was even partially bald, the other much older. They were also both very white.
Bob could remember the chats he'd have with Cassy in bed after love making. They'd talk about her flirting, and what it'd be like if she were to be seduced by a black man.
Over the years Bob had learned that the longer he kept these sort of conversations going, the more likely they'd have sex a second time! Living in Washington State there were so few black men that it all remained a fantasy, a very safe and rewarding fantasy... until today.
Bob drained his drink as he stared open mouthed as the man slid beside Cassy to share a plate of nachos! The two laughed heartily, then the man wrapped an arm around her! From where he sat it looked more like a first date than two friends sharing a snack.
Reaching for his empty glass Bob was surprised to see the waitress had dropped another drink for him. Her timing was perfect!
The man sitting with his Cassy leaned in close to kiss his wife on the neck softly, that was very intimate, but not very innocent. Bob panicked as Cassy squeezed the man's knee tightly and her face went flush.
He started blinking immediately! His first instinct was to shut it down instantly! Cassy hadn't seen him as she laid her head on this new man's shoulder.
Bob felt powerless! He almost stood up to shout before he realized something very important. Not only could he shut this down anytime he wanted, but he was very turned on!
