Introduction:
This picks up at the end of Chapter One in Interracial Love under same title.
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Becky and I have had many more encounters with Chuck, Jim, Cassy, Shelly and their friends. Since meeting them and after that first night in bed with them, I'd be willing to bet that a gallon or more of baby making potion has leaked from me over the past eight months. I need to use liners constantly because of my constant arousal when thinking of a black bone in me which is most of the time. Becky tells me it is the same with her.
My sexual needs continue to be filled now by my black friends. I date white guys and give them what they want but none can satisfy me as the black crowd that I am part of, until a situation arose that broadened my experience and led me to being more of a slut in most peoples mind than I already was.
I was late leaving work one Tuesday. In the rush I did not see a car behind me as I backed out of my parking space. Where it came from still baffles me.
I exited my car to look at the damaged. My right rear bumper had pushed the driver's door in a tad, about the size of a dinner plate. The guy rolled his window down and asked, "How bad is it?" I replied not too bad. I will get my insurance card so you can have the info and will call them tomorrow to report it."
As I returned to my car, the car I bumped moved back a tad and the guy exited with paper and pencil.
I handed him my card. He took the info down and when he handed the card back he also gave me his business card.
His name was David and on the card it listed him as environmental engineer in the same organization that I worked.
"I'm sorry David. I was careless being in a rush because of leaving work later than usual."
"Amber I will make you a proposition. If I can have a date with you some weekend we can forget this ever happened."
"Thanks Dave but its better if the insurance company handled it."
"Is it because I'm white, ugly, or co-worker that gives you bad vibes?"
"Well it's a question if one date will take care of the debt or will you be asking for more afterwards."
"Well that makes sense Amber. I thought that it was because I'm white and not black like your friends."
I nearly died hearing him say that. I grabbed onto the trunk of my car to steady myself and catch my breath.
"I see you are shocked by my comment and embarrassed. Look I work at the Rider's Club as a drink mixer, have seen you many times there but did not know you worked here until a few minutes ago. Look, take me up on my offer and if I do anything that displeases you, tell your friends at the club. I am sure they will take matters into their own hands. Do we have a deal?"
"I think we do David. Does this coming Saturday night fit into your schedule?"
"Yes Amber it does. You are in the top ten percent of the top lookers at the club. Look, I'm just an ordinary guy and would never get a chance with you. I know why you girls date them and I know why they like you. Yes it is a little blackmail if you want to call it that but it protects your driving record doesn't it?"
"Yeah and I would like to keep it clean."
"Call me on your cell now and then I will have the number."
I retrieved my cell from the car and dialed the number he uttered. His cell rang and he told me to hank up because it would then show as a missed call. He said we can talk later to set a time.
"Thanks Dave and later then."
I rushed to the gym to do my workout. All the while working out I was worried Dave might tell others where I played but then he told me I could tell my friends at the club so that kept me settled somewhat.
Thursday evening David called and we set 7:00 PM for him to pick me up at my place. He asked if I like Italian and I responded it was one of my favorites.
We dined at an elegant Italian restaurant and the food was fabulous.
As the dinner was winding down I began to wonder what his plans were for after dinner.
While enjoying the delicious Italian ice cream David said, "I reserved a suite at - - - - - - - - for the night."
I recognized the name. It was the most expensive hotel in the city.
I then heard, "We can dance in the lounge or the suite, we can enjoy the Jacuzzi, you can order a massage, we can watch a movie or porn and then I want to stare into those beautiful eyes."
I flushed and said, "All of those sound like fun."
We headed to the hotel after the meal. Upon entering the suite it dawned on me that it had to cost him a minimum of a thousand dollars. It had two bedrooms both with their own bath and huge walk-in shower. A spectacular view of the metro area was to be had from the external glass wall with sliding doors to a balcony. The furniture was modern and it was decorated with hand painted pictures.
My mouth opened and out came, "Wow when I walked in." David smiled and said, "I was saving money to ask my girlfriend to marry me in this room when I get around to it."
"God Dave I'm speechless."
A grin came over his face and it intrigued me.
I asked, "Why the grin?"
I heard, "I hope you are speechless later again when you see and feel something."
I blushed and said; "Really now?"
"So what will it be, dancing, Jacuzzi, massage, movies, sex?"
"Dave, I think a relaxing soak in the Jacuzzi would be nice."
The Jacuzzi was a little unique. It was about half in the floor and the other half above the floor. It had an area to one side that had stairs leading up to a platform that overhung the Jacuzzi. Water was flowing off of it into the Jacuzzi. Leaning against the wall was a plastic rib air inflated mattress which was double the size used at the beach and swimming pools. One did not need much of an imagination to know the use of it.
Dave aid, "I did not bring a suit, did you? If not I guess it is skinny dipping then."
"You are right Dave; it will have to be skinny dipping."
Dave killed all the electrical lights. The remaining light came from either outside which was minimal or the candles spread around the suite.
I went into a bedroom to remove my clothes. When I came out Dave was in the Jacuzzi with the water swirling and bubbling. I stepped next to the tub, dropped the terry robe and slipped into the tub near Dave. He had offered me his hand for some stability.
I grinned at him and said, "Wow fast."
I heard, "I love these tubs. How about some bubbly? I opened the bottle that had been chilled while you were getting ready. I took the liberty to pour some."