My name is Veronique Donovan and I am a tall, somewhat plump black woman in her forties. Now that I am a bit older, I find myself focusing on the simpler things in life. I've gone to college, had offspring and even done the marriage thing but now, I am quite alone and I must focus on satisfying my needs. For forty five years, I led the life that I thought was expected of me. The dutiful daughter who went to college. The good wife. The good parent. Now, I want it all to be about me. Hope that doesn't sound selfish but I don't care.
One of my shopping trips took me to the Braintree Mall, and I met a very interesting man there. I approached him. His name was James Hutchins and he was twenty two years old. A very nice guy who was very forthcoming. We talked about any number of things over a nice meal at the Food Court. I learned that James was a police officer in Plymouth County. He had also recently gotten out of a long-term relationship with his boyfriend Morris Lester. Apparently, Morris Lester decided to run off with some gal named Emily Roanoke, leaving James by himself.
I took one look at James and decided that his ex-boyfriend Lester must have been a damn fool. James was around six feet two inches tall, a bit chubby but still handsome, with jet-black skin and a shaved head. He was quite good-looking, in an Ebony deity sort of way. You might wonder why I was flirting with a man who admitted to liking men but I didn't care. I talk to all the pretty boys, especially those that aren't spoken for. James and I traded cell phone numbers and went our separate ways. I wasn't the only female to check out this fine-looking black man who had a football player's build.
I called him that same night and we ended up flirting big-time on the phone. I asked him if he had ever been with a girl and he said no. He did find some women attractive but most of the time, he preferred men. This brought some interesting possibilities to the table. Maybe this handsome black stud was bisexual? I hoped he was. Because this means that I could get to sample some of his fine manly body's better functions.
I asked him out and invited him over to my place. I ordered some Chinese food and went to freshen up. thirty minutes later, James was at my door. He was wearing a red shirt and blue jeans and simply looked hot. I gave him a light kiss on the lips and gave him a tour of my house. I showed him pictures of my deceased husband Pierre Cherubim and my grown son and daughter, who were both hard-working married professionals. James seemed impressed and told me that I was doing quite well for myself. I smiled at that. If only he knew how lonely I had been. It had been three months since I last had sex.
James and I ate some of the Chinese food and talked about our lives. I told him about Eric, my ex-boyfriend. Eric was a macho black construction worker with a frigid wife, a skinny white chick with no breasts and no butt. Yeah, he liked my brown sugar. We had our thing on the side but he got tired of me and stopped calling. Oh, well. James told me about his meeting with Morris Lester back when they were both football players in community college. Morris had a girlfriend named Cindy at the time but James thought he could make the bisexual athlete switch to boys permanently. His plan didn't work since Morris dumped him for another girl.
