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Subject: {ASSM} Plan C by Kylie X (M/F, Rom?, Interr, First, Oral, Anal, Chat)
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Plan C
By Kylie X

Story Codes: M/F, Rom? Interracial, Oral, Anal, First, Cheat
Copyrighted by Kylie and protected by common sense and good manners.
Synopsis: Nineteen year old Kylie is black, beautiful, and eager to
lose her virginity, but can she somehow talk Jamie, a handsome, but
married white man who works for her dad, into breaking her cherry?


Plan C
By Kylie X


"Oh, don't this to me! Not now...Not today." I groaned. "Please?"

Begging wasn't going to help. There's something about me and cars that
doesn't mix and everyone knows it. It's kind of a joke amongst my
family and friends, but not a very funny one in my opinion. They just
don't like me for some reason. Cars I mean. My friends and family,
they like me just fine, or I guess they do since I'm always calling
one of them for help.

I was halfway from home, which was what I still called my parents'
house in the suburbs, to the university downtown where I was going to
school. I had a dorm room and I stayed there during the week, but
weekends I usually went home. Now it was Monday morning, just around
nine-thirty, cause I was always running late, and my car died. I'd
managed to get it to the side of the road anyway and I called Triple-
A, cause Daddy had signed me up after the first dozen times I'd had
flats, dead batteries, keys locked in the car, overheated radiators, a
broken window once, suspicious noises, bad fuel pumps, bad
alternators, and just about anything else you can think of...All in cars
that worked perfectly well when other people drove them.

Anyway, Triple-A could get a tow truck for me, but it would be two
hours cause everyone was having a bad Monday morning apparently. I
didn't have two hours, at least not for sitting around by the curb
watching the world go by and trying to fend off the Good Samaritans
who might be good, or might not be. Being an attractive, nineteen year
old black girl was a lot like wearing a bulls-eye, according to my
dad, who tended to point out every bit of bad news he came across
involving young women and dangerous situations. I tend to trust people
a little more than he does, but I'm not a father either, so I guess he
has a right to worry.

The one time I'd accepted help from a man, a stranger who couldn't
start my car but had given me a lift to a Seven-Eleven, my dad had
read me the riot act after I'd told him what had happened. He made me
promise that if I couldn't get Triple-A to help me, that I'd call him,
or someone I knew, and just sit tight and wait. No strangers giving me
rides, yes daddy, I'd promised, and as much as that chafed my grown-up
opinion of myself, I had to admit it was probably good advice. There
are a lot of weirdoes around, even in Minnesota, believe it or not.

"Good morning, A-1 Plumbing this is..."

"Lonnie!" I said into my celphone, "Is my dad there?"

"Kylie? Yeah, hold on..." She really did put me on hold too and I rolled
my eyes to the sound of Henry Mancini's Pink Panther theme.

"Kylie? What's wrong?" My dad's deep baritone burst through a moment
later, making me wince. He was too loud when he got excited.

"Guess." I gave him a wry laugh. "I need a ride to school."

"Shoot." I could hear my dad's frown. "I just had that car checked out
last week. What did you do to it?"

"Me?" I asked incredulously. "It's a car, dad. Triple-A is going to
tow it in a couple hours, but I need to get to my classes now."

"Yeah, yeah okay. Where are you?" He asked, and after I told him,
"Alright, I've got Jamie heading to Brooklyn Center for a job; you're
going to be right on his way. Just sit tight until he gets there,
okay?"

"Okay dad." I agreed, like what else was I gonna do?

"I mean it, stay in the car and lock the doors, Kylie."

"Dad...It's nine o'clock in the morning, all the rapists are sleeping."
I sighed.

"It's not funny, girl." My dad warned me.

"I'm not laughing, man." I said, feeling a little cross actually
because I didn't need a lecture over a celphone.

It was quiet for a second. "Alright, I know. Just...Take care of
yourself. Have Jamie give us a holler on the radio when he picks you
up."

"Okay, Daddy." I softened. "I'm just having a Monday, you know."

"Yeah." He actually chuckled. "Me too. You tell them to take the car
to Mel's? He can fix whatever he missed last week for free, that
lousy..."

"Yeah, I told them, Dad. I love you." I was on a first name basis with
the Triple-A people by then.

"Love you too." My dad said, waiting for me to hang up first, as
usual. Like there might be a last second cry for help he didn't want
to miss.

My dad. And they talk about over-protective moms?

I did wait in the car, but only cause it was a little brisk outside. I
was like in no-man's land between suburbs, the small strips of land
that were divvied up, but still undeveloped. It was kind of bleak,
actually, and if you weren't from around there you'd never know I was
sitting in the middle of about half a million people, with Eden
Prairie a few miles behind me and Minnetonka a few miles ahead of me.
I didn't know if I was lucky or not that I'd decided to avoid the
highways. It didn't matter anyway; Jamie was coming to get me.

That wasn't a bad thing by any means, although I kind of wished the
circumstances were different. I'd had a little crush on him since,
ohhh God, I was fourteen or so? Yeah, when I was 14 years old and he'd
started working for my dad, I'd taken a real liking to Jamie. He was
taller than me by a few inches, probably about six feet, a little more
maybe, and healthy; kind of a brawny guy with broad shoulders and big
chest. Nice butt too. He didn't look like your stereotypical plumber,
in fact neither my dad nor any of his employees did. They all looked
like regular guys, some of them handsome, some of them not so
handsome, but they didn't walk around with their asses hanging out of
their pants, you know?

Jamie, with his blonde crew-cut hair and piercing blue eyes, was
definitely on my handsome list. It was his smile as much as anything
else that did it, a genuine infectious grin that told me everything
was alright with the world. Jamie was here and it was all okay. He
made my little heart go pitter-patter when I was fourteen, and fifteen
and...You know, he still got my motor running five years later, although
he was married now, with a wife and no kids, but soon maybe. It had
kind of broken my heart actually, the way it will to a girl when she
has to realize her secret crush loves someone else. But I'd grown up a
little by then, well, very little as I'd always been spoiled,
obviously.

Not that we could have had anything; that was a serious dream. For one
thing Jamie worked for my dad, so that would have put me off limits
right there for most people. A bigger reason, and one that made even
less sense actually, was that Jamie is white and I'm black. I didn't
even know if Jamie liked black girls, well, I mean I knew he liked me
and my mom, and my sister, sure, he liked us just fine, but would he
love a black girl? I didn't know.

I wasn't supposed to love anybody but a black guy, I knew that much.
My parents had drummed that into me for quite a while. Starting back
in high school I was always being asked about boys, black boys that I
knew at school. Who I liked and if I was going to get a boyfriend and
all of that. I've always been pretty, more than pretty really, so my
parents knew it was coming and they were trying to stay ahead of it,
somehow. My dad figured if he was upfront about expecting me to be
asked out, I'd be upfront and bring the boy home to meet him, see? It
probably would have worked out real good if I'd ever met a black boy I
liked well enough to date.

But I don't like black guys and so...I never brought one home.

That's not to say I didn't have boyfriends. I did, three of them in
fact, from the time I sexually awakened at fourteen until I was a
senior in high school, although not at the same time obviously. They
were all white and cute and, mmmm...I did think I was in love every
time, but that's part of life. You meet people and learn about
yourself and others, it helps you grow, and sometimes you find out
that what you really need or want is someone else. Falling in and out
of puppy love is how we find real love; all that joy and pain is just...
Necessary.

Anyway, I'm getting off the subject because my mind wandered while I
was waiting for Jamie to come rescue me. I just wanted to explain why
a lot of people, most people, had no idea about the real me. Least of
all my parents or my dad would have sent someone else to pick me up,
probably. Aside from some of the kids at school, the only one who knew
was my younger sister, and she wasn't telling.

"Hey Kylie, did you break it?" Jamie teased me, leaning out the window
with his big grin as he parked the A-1 Plumbers van just behind me.

"Yeah, I guess so." I smiled back, shrugging my backpack over my
shoulder as I got out of my car. "It's got gas and the radio works, I
know that much."

"Well, hop in, I'll get ya where you need to go." He leaned over to
open the passenger door for me. "Got everything you need?"

"Yep." I nodded, pulling myself in and pushing my bag behind the seats
towards the cargo area. "Why do you have a mattress in the back of the
van?"

"Huh?" Jamie looked over his shoulder.

The van was full of tools and pipes and PVC tubing and all kinds of
plumbing stuff. I was familiar with all of it, having grown up riding
around in those vans, but I'd never seen a mattress in one and it was
pretty strange.

"Oh, uh..." Jamie made a face. "...My couch is a little too small."

"Your couch?" I tilted my head, really not getting it at first, but
finally it clicked. "Oh, Jamie, Brenda didn't kick you out, did she?"

"It's just for a couple nights; don't tell your dad, okay?" Jamie
looked really embarrassed so I just nodded and let it drop. "Thanks."

He found his smile again and I let the man have it, since it wasn't
really any of my business anyway. It had to suck though, sleeping on a
mattress in the back of a van. Obviously Jamie was really feeling bad
too, if he hadn't gone to one of his friends for a place to stay. He
could have talked to my dad, our house was huge and I wasn't even
using my bedroom during the week. Jamie could sleep in my bed and...That
was kind of a tingly thought and I worked to clear my mind. It wasn't
my business.

My dad had twelve guys working for him and eight vans like this one,
plus a panel truck he used for construction work, which kept three of
his guys busy on one job, but paid real good. Guys like Jamie usually
worked alone, unstopping sinks and fixing leaks and stuff like that.
It was a real good business and my dad, even charging competitive
rates like he did, made a very good living at it. Enough to put me
through college, easily. So his guys made pretty good money too and
giving me a lift to school was just one of those little inconveniences
that they had to put up with from time to time.

"You don't have to rush, I'm already way late." I looked at my watch.
"Unless you need to rush, I mean...Uh...That sounds dumb." I laughed at
myself. "Sorry."

"What?" Jamie laughed too. "That's cool. No, I'm in no rush. I just
thought you were going to be late."

"Well, I was, but now I am, so..." Jamie always flustered me, when we
were alone and my felt my face turning warm.

"I see." He nodded and I could feel his foot easing off on the
accelerator.

"So, uh...Thanks for picking me up." I brushed some imaginary black hair
out of my eyes, but it was just a nervous habit.

I like my hair straight, even though it is pretty kinky anyway, but I
get it permed and wear it around my shoulders usually. It looks good
like that and people like it, but right then I had it in cornrows, a
whole lot of long thin ones, braided real tight with cord that looked
like silver filigree. My sister had talked me into it, and my mom had
paid for it, so I'd tried it, being a little afraid that I'd look
silly. I hadn't had my hair in cornrows since I was about twelve, but
it had turned out pretty good. They just felt a little weird for the
first few days.

"It's my pleasure, believe me." Jamie gave me a look and I almost
thought I saw something there, but I was afraid I was just wanting to.

"Do you like my hair?" I asked him a minute later, just to stop the
silence. It was making me feel awkward.

"Ahhh..." Jamie nodded. "...I thought there was something different about
you."

"Oh, no!" I giggled.

"I'm kidding, yeah, I love it, Kylie." Jamie smiled. "You look great.
You always do."

"You think so?" I bit my bottom lip a little. "It doesn't make me look
too..." I took a deep breath. "...Black?"

"What?" He laughed then. "Uh, not any more than you already are,
nope."

"Aw, come on, you know what I mean." I mocked a small pout. "You're
sure it's okay?"

"Kylie, you're about the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, black,
white, or any other color. Your hair looks fine."

"Oh." I blinked at his compliment.

"What? You don't believe me?" Jamie looked at me closely as we stopped
at a traffic light.

"No, I mean...Yeah." I laughed nervously. "I just, um, I didn't know you
ever noticed."

"Heh." Jamie chuckled. "You aren't supposed to know."

"Why?" I asked with a smile, thinking he was teasing me.

"Well, you're the boss' daughter for one thing." Jamie started driving
as the light changed. "I don't think he'd be too keen on some plumber
checking out his little girl."

"You mean a white plumber?" I asked him, unsure of my reasons exactly,
but probably fishing for his opinion on the subject.

"Uhhh...I don't know about that, one way or the other, but I'm pretty
sure he thinks you could do better than a pipe fitter, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." I had to agree, because my dad did like to talk about
me finding a nice young medical student, or some boy attending law
school maybe.

"Anyway...How'd we start talking about this?" Jamie laughed.

"You were telling me how beautiful I am." I smiled at him. "I've
always, um..."

"What?" He was smiling back and there was something going on between
us, like that electric feeling you get sometimes, and it was giving me
goosebumps.

"I just always wanted you to notice me." I said, swallowing hard. "And
like me, you know?"

"I've always liked you and, yeah, I noticed you lots of times, Kylie."
He shook his head. "Just don't go telling your dad, okay? I need the
job."

"He wouldn't fire you." I rolled my eyes. "Not unless you really did
something and I wouldn't tell him anyway."

That hadn't come out exactly the way I'd meant it to, I realized a
second later, and I think Jamie and I were both trying to decipher
exactly what I'd just said.

"Uh, right." Jamie kind of shook his head as if to clear it. "Where is
that college of yours anyway?"

"I just meant, um..." I felt my heart stammering and I had an urge to
confess. I don't know why, but I did and so... "I've had a crush on you
since I was fourteen."

"What?" Jamie turned to look at me then, narrowing his eyes for a
second before looking back at the road. "Okay, well, fourteen is like
that."

"It didn't go away." I said and I felt like I was just opening up my
chest, and he could see my heart and really hurt it if he wanted. I
was so scared.

"Kylie..." He chuckled weakly.

"I mean, I know you're married and all, working for my dad, but..." I
swallowed hard. "...Do you ever think about me?"

"We're not going to talk like this." Jamie told me gently.

"I'm not a child anymore." I looked at him, sitting up straight with
my large firm breasts pushed out, really posing for him and we both
knew it. "If we like each other, why can't we talk about it?"

"Because I'm married." Jamie said quietly, driving slowly, keeping his
eyes straight ahead. "Because you're the boss' daughter."

"I can keep a secret." I promised him.

"Kylie..."

"I've had three boyfriends." I was talking fast now, wanting to
convince him. "They were white guys, Jamie."

"...I love my wife." He looked at me then and I was hurting him.

"She's making you sleep in the back of a van." I said and you have no
idea how much I regretted saying those words the second they fell from
my lips. "I'm sorry."

I looked down at my hands and I wasn't sitting so straight anymore.

We didn't speak for the rest of the ride, which was only another seven
or eight minutes anyway. I was pretty sure I'd made Jamie angry and I
knew I'd embarrassed myself. Even if he had liked me before, he didn't
now. What did I expect? What did I think was going to happen? Jamie
was going to fall all over himself professing his undying love for me?
God, I really was just a child and I wished I could crawl into a hole
and die or something.

"Jamie...I'm sorry." I hesitated before I got out and he reached for my
bag, handing it to me. "I shouldn't have said what I did."

"It's okay, Kylie." He nodded and even smiled, but it just made me
feel worse. "I understand, I really do."

"Yeah." I sighed, but I didn't believe him. Nobody could understand.

"We're alright." Jamie said and his voice was soothing, but I was
already getting out.

"Thanks for the ride." I closed the door and I was glad I didn't start
crying until he pulled away.

I walked to my dorm, thankfully not seeing anyone I knew along the
way. I wasn't in the mood to try and pretend like nothing was wrong,
or to be cheered up, or given a sympathetic shoulder. I just wanted to
be alone and when I got to my room I flopped on my bed, looking up at
my collage of Johnny Depp, who is about the most beautiful man in the
world. It was a bunch of photos all cut up and assembled and taped to
the ceiling. He was serious in some of them, silly in others, even
unrecognizable in a couple, except for his eyes. Johnny's eyes were
always the same and I just looked up and wished I wasn't so stupid.

I actually had sort of a shrine to handsome white men in my little
dorm room. It was mine, afterall, and the one place I knew my parents
would never see. So I had some real Playgirl centerfolds hanging up
here and there, not because I was seriously into pictures of naked
guys, but just because I could. They were nice to look at anyway,
muscular white men with large thick cocks between their legs. Handsome
men too, beautiful men, like Jamie and that just made it worse.

I knew I wasn't 'in love' with Jamie. I had feelings, yeah, but I knew
it wasn't true love; it was just infatuation and lust. Sure, I wanted
to have sex with him. I'd had three boyfriends but I'd never done it,
that's the thing. I'd let my last boyfriend steal third one night when
I feeling especially good, but that had been a one time deal and it
had frightened me a little. He had long fingers and a lot of energy,
so I'd distracted him with what had become my own unique method of
birth control, at least that's what I'd told my girlfriends it was,
because I was always too clever for my own good and didn't want them
to think I was a virgin.

I'd gone down on my boyfriend, sucking his white cock the best I knew
how, making him forget all about what was between my legs. Seventeen
year old boys don't have brains that can focus on much more than one
thing at a time, thank God, and when it feels good they don't want to
stop til it's over. I'd been sucking white cock since I'd gotten my
first boyfriend at fourteen, which sounds shockingly young when I say
it now, but at the time it hadn't seemed so terrible. It had impressed
the kid a lot, and me too since I had no idea I'd end up loving it as
much as I do.

Something about getting on my knees for a white guy, even a fifteen
year old like my first boyfriend, and worshipping his cock...Mmmm,
that's something I can do all night long. Unfortunately, God put all
the magic buttons someplace else, a little lower, and by the time I
got to college I felt the emptiness between my thighs. I needed a man
to love me, or at least fuck me, and not just any man, but a white
man. One that I liked enough to give my virginity to and still be able
to respect myself for it afterwards. I wanted a man who would
appreciate it too, you know? Was that asking for too much? Was it so
totally wrong of me to imagine Jamie being that man, married or not,
employee or not; did any of that matter?

He's a man. I'm a woman. Nineteen years was long enough to save myself
and maybe I watch too much talk television, but in this day and age,
is my virginity really my daddy's business once I check out of high
school?

Some people would say it is. Fathers, a lot of them, would say that
there isn't any part of his little girl that isn't his business, from
the day she's born til the night he steps foot into the earth. Maybe
that's true and now you can see the sort of thoughts I was wrestling
with. It wasn't cut and dry, and nice and neat. It was like layers and
shadows, and all the desires to be me fighting with the desires to be
what daddy wanted. It wasn't fair and I'd just had my big chance,
taken my shot at some independence, real or imagined, and I'd blown
it.

"Why me, Johnny?" I asked, laying on my bed and closing my eyes.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"A-1 Plumbing, this is Lonnie..."

"Hey, it's me again, is my dad there?" I was calling because I wasn't
going to go to my classes. I wasn't going to stay in my dorm. I wanted
to go home and sulk in my bedroom.

"Kylie? He sure is honey, hold on..." Lonnie was an old Korean woman and
some of the guys joked she was from North Korea, cause she could be
ruthless with running the office, but she and I got along great.

More Mancini.

"Kylie? What's wrong?" My dad always assumed the worst.

"You need better music on your phones." I joked, just to see if I
could do it.

"I meant besides that." My dad chuckled, so I guess I sounded okay.

"I'm gonna come back home, I'm not feeling really great and..."

"You're sick?" My dad cut me off. "Do you need a doctor, what's
wrong?"

"No, dad..." I forced a laugh. "It's kind of a girl thing, you know?"

"Oh..." and then "...Oh! Right, I see, well sure come on home."

"Uh..."

"Oh yeah, you need a ride...Um, hold on..." My dad said something muffled
to someone else. "...I'm gonna start calling this place A-1 Plumbing and
Taxi, paint my vans checkered, you know."

"Dad..." I giggled. "I'm sorry."

"Yeah...Okay, oh...Jamie's coming back from the Brooklyn job, going to...
Shakopee? Is that right?" He was talking to someone else now. "Who the
hell arranged this schedule? We're giving all our profits to the
Arabs, driving all the way across town...Sorry, Kylie...Yeah, Jamie can
pick you up..."

"Jamie?" I swallowed hard.

"Yeah, why? Something wrong with Jamie?" My dad asked and I wouldn't
say he was suspicious, not at all, but he'd heard something in my
voice he couldn't identify.

"Huh?" I somehow made myself relax, laughing lightly. "No, I just
don't want him thinking he's my chauffer now."

"He might as well be, shoot. Chad's got him scheduled all over
creation today. Probably have him turning a wrench in Duluth this
afternoon!"

"Daddy."

"I swear, that boy don't know how to read a goddamn map to save his
life. Huh?" Dad got a little sidetracked. "Sorry, sweetie. Yeah,
Jamie's already on his way, okay? You gonna be at the dorm there?"

"Uh, yeah, but he probably doesn't know where that is." I sighed.
"Tell him I'll meet him where he dropped me off."

"Okay, will do." My dad agreed. "Thanks for riding A-1 Taxi."

"Thanks daddy."

"Hey wait!" Daddy caught me. "Are you uh, feeling up for company
tonight?"

"What?" I frowned into the phone because my intuition was whispering
bad things in my ear.

"You remember that new man I hired? Rodney? You remember him, right?"
My dad was pressing.

"Yeeeah." I said slowly. "The accountant."

"Right, right, well I invited him over for dinner and uh, since you're
coming home, I thought you might like to give him a proper
introduction." My dad cleared his throat. "What do you think?"

"A proper introduction." I sighed. "Like 'Hi, I'm Kylie and I'm
available if you want to marry me?' that kind of thing, daddy? Please,
don't play matchmaker."

"What? Me? He's a nice boy, college educated and you could do a lot
worse."

"I could do a lot of things, daddy."

"So, all I'm asking is for you to say hello and be yourself and..."

"Dad..."

"...See what happens."

"...I'm in the middle of college."

"So?"

"So? So, I don't need a boyfriend right now." I sighed. "I'm a little
busy, okay?"

"Well, he's coming over and I'm glad you're coming home. It's
perfect." My dad decided for me, like he always does. "I gotta go.
Love you."

"Perfect? Love you too, daddy." I hung up, frowning over that word.

I knew my dad well enough to know he hadn't invited that new guy over,
not yet, it had just popped into his mind and he was making like it
was all fate or something. I'd found that college was a pretty good
excuse to explain my lack of a love life, but even my eminently
practical father wasn't going to buy into it forever. Lots of girls
dated all through college and graduated just fine. He was probably
starting to worry about me being a lesbian, and that thought made me
giggle, but not very much.

Rodney was okay, the few times I'd met him, which were brief nods and
polite smiles around my dad's office. He was a good looking young
black man, tall and a few years older than me, kind of serious and a
little shy maybe, or just not extroverted, I should say. He hadn't
impressed me much, but black guys never did. They just didn't grab my
attention and there wasn't anything I could do to change that. It was
the truth of it and if he'd been a handsome white boy, and if my dad
would ever set me up with a white guy, maybe I'd have been all over
him.

Dad wasn't going to do that though, no way. After Rodney failed to
pass muster, there'd come someone else, and someone after that. My dad
would make sure his oldest daughter had her chances and my mom would
be there too, less vocal, less assertive, but whispering encouragement
in my ear. She was just as bad, but in a different way, and fighting
off both of them in the vain hope that someday, somehow I might
actually explain to them what I was really looking for in a husband...
That was a pipedream.

I needed to run away.

And now Jamie was coming, after I'd basically told him that I wanted
to fuck him. God. I'd told the man his wife was a bitch, not in so
many words, but what else do you call a wife who makes her husband
sleep in the back of a van? It was obvious what my opinion was and
equally obvious that Jamie didn't really share it. He loved her, as he
should, and I'd insulted his feelings for the woman. Now Jamie was
picking me up and it was going to be a long drive home.

I needed to run away badly.

This wasn't just another bad Monday; this was like the worst Monday of
my life. I swear. I was so conscious of it that I took the stairs
extra-slowly, convinced the only thing that could make my day worse
was breaking a hip or something. But of course, there are an awful lot
of things that can happen to a girl, things that make a little tumble
down some stairs seem like great fun, and you're never ready for
those.

"Well, well..." I heard a catty voice as I walked through the dorm
commons towards the front doors.

"Great." I said under my breath. It was Becky.

"...Look you at you, somebody rain on your parade?" She smiled and we
really, really didn't like each other.

Becky was a freshman, like me, and unfortunately had a room in the
same dorm, so we did see each other once in awhile, but generally
avoided talking by mutual and unspoken agreement, no pun intended. She
was pretty, with short blonde hair and green eyes and a pleasant body,
but it was all wasted in my opinion. Becky was jealous bitch and the
girlfriend of a guy named Will, who was one of my best friends at the
university. We'd never fooled around, Will and I, but it was useless
to tell his girlfriend that.

"What do you want, Becky?" I turned slowly, not bothering to mask my
complete disinterest in anything she could possible say.

"I want you to stay away from my boyfriend, slut." Becky was a little
shorter than me and so she kept her distance, just so she wouldn't
have to look up so much.

"Excuse me?" I stepped closer. "What did you say?"

"Stay away from Will." Becky said slowly with a long pause before
adding, "Slut."

"I do whatever I want." I told her and I was very close now, looking
down at her. "And you know what else?"

"What?" She glared at me.

"I let Will do whatever he wants, too." I licked my lips slowly and
smiled, giving my eyebrows a tiny lift so she'd just know in her heart
that I'd fucked him already...Even though I hadn't.

"You nigger bitch." Becky breathed and her face was turning red.

"Careful." I could feel my heart bursting with adrenaline, and we were
both shaking. "That kind of talk will get you tossed off campus,
Becky."

"Fuck you." Becky stared at me and for a second, just a heartbeat, I
really thought she was going to slap me or something, but she turned
and walked away.

I stood there taking deep breaths and working hard to calm myself
down. I should have felt good, maybe, not backing down to her, but it
was hard to feel good about anything like that. I've never been much
for confrontation or fighting, it just isn't in me as a general rule.
I like people and under different circumstances I could have even
liked Becky, maybe. Or at least not disliked her, you know? So I
didn't feel good, I just felt worse because now Will was going to hear
about it, and he didn't deserve that kind of trouble.

I almost called Will to warn him, but he'd be in class and his phone
would be turned off. It was Monday and I was a bad luck all by myself,
a black cat walking under one big ladder, that was me. Now Will was
going to pay for it, since his girlfriend thought we'd had sex; I'd
gone out of my way to make that clear. In reality all we did was talk
mostly, he was a friend and a study buddy, one of a bunch of guys I
hung out with and yeah, I liked him a lot, I wouldn't mind going out
with Will at all, but he'd never asked me.

Stupid Becky. Stupid me. Stupid Mondays.

"Hi again." I was already blushing as I climbed back inside Jamie's
van. "Sorry about this."

"Hey, Kylie." Jamie gave me a smile I wanted to fall into. "Nothing to
be sorry about. Going home huh?"

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'm not in much of a mood for school, I guess."

Jamie gave me a little nod of his own and picked up the mic for the
radio, calling the office to let daddy know I was safe and sound.

I had no idea what to say, of course, or even what to do. I mean, I
didn't want to ignore Jamie, but I didn't want to look at him because
now I figured every little look would seem like I was making eyes at
him, or something. I was just really self-conscious. I wished it was
like it was before I'd opened my big mouth, when I could look at the
man all I wanted and not feel guilty about it, or worry that I was
embarrassing him. A secret crush should remain secret, and now I knew
why.

Traffic was bad, I swear Minneapolis has the worst traffic in the
world, although everybody who's ever lived anyplace else thinks it's
great. It wasn't great on this particular day and we were crawling,
which was just making things even worse, you know. We were stopped
behind some construction when Jamie looked at me and I kind of caught
it from the corner of my eye cause I was looking at him too, without
trying to.

"I guess that's my fault, huh?" He said with a sigh and I leaned
towards him a little.

"What's that?" I asked, thinking he meant the traffic or something.

"Your mood." Jamie said. "Look, I'm sorry I was being such a dope,
Kylie..."

"You weren't." I said quickly. "Not at all, it was me. I shouldn't
have said anything. I know you're married and Brenda is nice, so..."

"It's not that." He cleared his throat. "Not, uh, not totally."

"Oh." I reached for those imaginary bangs and ended up playing with my
cornrows.

"I've known you since you were little." He looked around, but we
weren't going anyplace. "Not, little, but...Younger, I mean."

"Yeah." I swallowed hard.

"So, when I see you, part of me is still looking at a fourteen year
old girl, see?" Jamie spoke gently and I was nodding. "And you grew up
so...Beautiful. Yeah, I see you now and you're like a dream."

"Really?" I was blushing and my black skin must have been glowing I
felt so hot.

"I don't want to hurt you." Jamie said. "I love my wife; we're just
going through some..." He lifted his hands with a shrug, "...Hard times,
that's all."

"You won't hurt me." I breathed, trying to slow down my heart as it
picked up speed. "I know you love her."

"Even thinking about...You, Kylie, that's so much trouble waiting to
happen." Jamie's blue eyes looked so fragile.

"Not if nobody knows." I promised.

"Secrets are like scars." He glanced at the road. "They never go
away."

"I won't want it to go away." I said, but he was making me feel like
that little girl Jamie remembered.

We were quiet for a long minute and the traffic moved just far enough
so we had to stop with the flagman staring thorough the windshield at
us. He was big and black and he just kept looking at me until I turned
away.

"I've never cheated on my wife." Jamie finally said and we were
staring at each other now.

"I've never had sex." I admitted softly. "Not all the way."

The flagman waved us through, turning his stop sign around so it read
'slow' and I was glad to leave him behind. He reminded me of my dad.

"But I want to." I said, trying to sound strong. "I want my first time
to be special, with someone I really like."

"It should be with someone you love." Jamie told me.

"Yeah." I licked my lips. "That's what I mean."

He was fighting his desire and I was trying not to push too hard.
Jamie could have me, all he had to do was ask, or not even that much.
All he had to do was pull over and stop the engine. He didn't have to
say a word and I'd give him anything he wanted.

Jamie was a good man though, which was why he was special, the reason
I was attracted so strongly to him. He was handsome and white and nice
to look at it, but that just got my interest. It was who Jamie was on
the inside that really hooked me. He didn't want to cheat on his wife,
no more than he wanted to hurt me, and yet he wanted me so badly. I
could feel it in the air, our mutual desire. It was all I could do to
sit there a few feet away and not try to touch the man.

"I could blackmail you." I giggled, because the air felt heavy and we
were driving faster now, on my way home.

"Heh." That got a chuckle and a smile. "I wish you would."

"Alright." I grinned at him. "If you don't make love to me, I'll tell
my dad you tried to rape me."

"Great." He laughed.

"See? Now you don't have to feel guilty." I stuck out my tongue a
little. "You don't have a choice."

"Uh...Kylie..."

"What?" I asked innocently.

"Blackmail doesn't work if I don't believe you." He shook his head
sadly.

"Oh, you don't have to believe me, you just have to..."

"What?"

"Look at it like, I need your help." I was feeling silly now, working
to lighten us up. "I have a little...Plumbing problem, see?"

"Oh God." Jamie made a face. "You haven't been hanging around with
Stan and Carl, have you?"

"What?" I giggled. "God no! Those guys are bad!"

Stan and Carl weren't really bad, but they knew every dirty plumber
joke anyone ever thought of, and they could be seriously nasty. I'd
heard a few bad ones, but the worst I only got indirectly, by
overhearing when the guys didn't realize I was around. Most of them
involved women with plumbing problems...Between their legs, of course.

"Good." Jamie looked honestly relived.

"Okay, okay...Plan C then." I decided.

"Plan C?" Jamie tilted his head. "What's that one?"

"It's foolproof." I promised Jamie, trying to think of one quickly.

"Okay, so...What is it?"

"Plan C is when you pull over...Go on, pull over..." I smiled and Jamie
was looking at me uncertainly, but he did it. "...Now, stop the engine.
Just turn it off."

Jamie did as I suggested and we were sitting there quietly all of a
sudden, parked on the shoulder with traffic going past.

"What now?" Jamie asked.

"Now..." I undid my seatbelt and moved out of my seat, getting close to
him. "I'm going to kiss you..." I started putting my arms around him,
kind of kneeling in the empty space between the bucket seats.

"Kylie..." Jamie was staring into my eyes and he licked his lips.

"...And then we'll know if it's going to be okay." I said softly,
bringing my mouth close to his.

It was a slow kiss, a shy one, with my arms loose around Jamie's neck
and my body pressed against his right leg and thigh, my breasts
against his chest as he sat there. I touched his lips with mine and
let him feel how soft they were, how moist and sweet, and I used the
tip of my tongue to tease him, running it between Jamie's lips and
coaxing him to relax and open up. It was an awesome kiss, like a very
first one, and when my tongue slipped into his willing mouth that's
when I tightened my arms, feeling Jamie's hands come to my back and
head, pulling me against him as his tongue found mine.

I moaned softly and thrust my body onto his, rubbing my tits against
Jamie's body as if I were melting. My nipples ached and blood rushed
through my head. I could taste his mouth as our tongues entwined
eagerly. When I retreated his followed and I sucked him like a small
wriggling cock, flicking the tip of my tongue across it. My eyes were
closed and everything I'd ever wanted was right there, all my hopes
and suspicions, it was everything I'd imagined, just kissing the man.
He was the one I wanted to give my virginity to.

Jamie's hand on my head felt so good too, his fingers playing in my
cornrows, close to my scalp. He was groaning, as if starving for my
attention and I could feel his strength. He wasn't going to let me go
and I didn't want him too. His other hand was on my back, finding the
curve of my spine through my sweater, sliding up and down and finally
finding my firm round ass. He cupped me there, squeezing my ass and I
could feel the tips of his fingers pressing deeply into the crevice
beneath my denim jeans. It made my pussy throb with desire and I
gasped into Jamie's mouth when he felt lower, finding my sex through
the dense material, the heat of my arousal plain as he massaged my
black virgin cunt.

We broke our kiss reluctantly, both of us panting for air and smiling.
I felt dazed and desperate somehow, like I knew I was dreaming and
didn't want to wake up. Jamie was looking into my eyes, testing me
perhaps as he moved his hand from behind me, around my left thigh, and
cupped my sex deliberately from the front. His big hand forced me to
spread my legs and I offered no protest, but merely sighed and thrust
my hips forward, grinding myself against the man's touch.

"Plan C..." Jamie breathed.

"...It never fails." I giggled, turning my face against his hand. "Make
love to me now. Please."

"You're really a virgin?" He asked me and I kissed his palm.

"Yeah."

"You don't want to lose your virginity in the back of a plumbing van."
Jamie chuckled.

"I don't care." I told him. "As long as it's you."

"Kylie." Jamie sighed, taking my heart shaped face gently in both of
his hands, stroking my high cheeks with his thumbs. "We can only do
this once."

"I know." I smiled at him, stroking his chest with my hands. "I
understand. It's okay."

Jamie was worried because he was married. He couldn't promise me
anything and I didn't want him to. I knew this was probably just a one
time thing, once in a lifetime and never to be repeated, but it was
ours. It would be a memory and a secret and a scar. I wanted that and
he wanted me, if only once, to satisfy his desire to be with a
beautiful woman, or a black woman maybe; or possibly, just to see me
happy in his arms. Jamie did love me, not the way he loved his wife,
but the feeling was there and he would have me in his heart forever.

"Okay, um..." He thought for a second. "I know a place where we can
park."

"I hope it's close." I smiled, running my right hand down to feel his
cock bulging hard beneath his coveralls.

"Me too." He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me. "I must be crazy to
be doing this."

"Yeah." I nodded, moving to get up again and sit back down.

It was close, a new sub-division that was under construction, and
there were a lot of vans and trucks moving in and out of the area,
parked here and there as houses were made ready for people to move in.
Nobody would give a plumbing van a second look. It was an awful lot
like being invisible and I smiled my approval as Jamie reached for the
mic, clearing his throat.

"Chad, this is Jamie, you there?"

"Yeah, you drop off the kid yet?" Chad asked a moment later and Jamie
rolled his eyes.

"Nah, the kid's still here, were stuck in traffic so I'm gonna be a
little late getting to that Shakopee job, what's the time on that?"

"Uhhh...Before one. How late?"

"I'm not sure, it's looking bad, some truck hit a cow or something."
Jamie said, grinning at me as I covered my mouth with my hands to
stifle my giggles. "We're uh, were gonna be stuck for awhile."

"Great, okay...I'll tell the old man." Chad didn't sound too happy. "Let
me know when you're back on the road."

"Right, I sure will." Jamie hung up the mic and looked at me.

"Do you have sheets?" I giggled.

"I even have a pillow." Jamie grinned, loosening his seat belt.

"Ohhh...You know, I think this is the perfect place for me to lose my
cherry." I was letting my seat belt go too.

"Oh yeah?" Jamie got up, slipping between the seats and into the back
of the van where it was cool and dark, kind of.

"Yeah, you know, seeing how it's my daddy's van and all." I followed
Jamie slowly. "It's kinda like doing it in the basement."

"What?" Jamie laughed at me and he was kneeling on the mattress,
opening a cardboard box and pulling out a clean sheet. "You always
were a little different."

"Nah, you just have to use your imagination." I helped Jamie make our
bed, which involved little more than tucking that sheet under the
mattress and it looked terrible, but it was clean.

"The only thing I want to imagine is how you're going to look wrapped
around my cock." Jamie looked at me and I gasped at that.

"You like to talk dirty, Jamie?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"Does it show?" He grinned at me. "Maybe I'm just trying to scare you
into changing your mind."

"Would you let me?" I wondered, only half teasing this time.

"No means no, Kylie." Jamie made it sound like a promise and I
believed him.

"Well, you won't have to imagine much longer." I started pulling my
sweater over my head. "Because I want you to fuck my little black
pussy hard, okay?"

"Heh." Jamie watched as my tits were pulled upwards in my bra and then
fell firmly back into place as my sweater came free. "Now who's
talking dirty?"

"I am." I breathed, reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. "I want my
first time to be nasty."

I took my bra off quickly, feeling no sense of modesty at all. I knew
I looked good and my 34C breasts were perfect. I played with them
while Jamie stared at me, thumbing and pinching my dark nipples until
they were thick and long and burning. I cupped my chocolate tits in my
hands, squeezing them and presenting them to Jamie for his admiration.

"Do you like my tits, white boy?" I giggled softly. "Have you ever
fucked a black girl before?"

"White boy?" Jamie laughed. "You want to play that game?"

"Oh yeah." I bit my bottom lip, wondering how far he would go. "You
didn't answer my question though."

"Which one?" Jamie hadn't even started undressing yet.

"If you ever fucked a nigger before." I stared at Jamie, giving the
man my very best impish grin.

"I don't know any niggers, Kylie." He grinned back. "But I'll fuck
your sweet black ass."

"Hmmmm..." I nodded, cause that was okay. "...You can fuck me anywhere you
want, Jamie. Anywhere at all."

"Take off the rest of your clothes." He said. "Let me see your slutty
little cunt."

"You want to see my pussy? My little wet hole?" I giggled and sat
down, pulling off my shoes quickly. "My horny virgin cunt?"

"Yeah, the last one." Jamie was rubbing his cock through his coveralls
as I unbuttoned my jeans, pulling them down my narrow hips and then my
long legs.

"Wanna help me?" I was laying down with my legs up and my pants half
off, offering them to Jamie.

He nodded and grabbed my jeans, crawling a little closer on his knees
and then pulling my pants free of my feet and tossing them aside. I
kept my mahogany legs spread wide around him, lying there now in just
my bikini panties, white and loose and all askew as they tried to
cover my sex. They were obviously damp already and the crotch was
clinging to my swollen labia, giving Jamie the rough outline of my
slit. He looked me up and down, taking in every inch of my lean
nineteen year old body, smooth and brown and soft all over. My tummy
was flat, hollowed inward and even flat on my back, my breasts seemed
slightly oversized just because my waist was tiny, my hips not wide at
all, but nicely round just the same.

"Am I beautiful?" I asked Jamie, knowing the answer already. I could
see it in his eyes and in his smile, and there at his swollen crotch.

"Fuck me." He said with a certain sense of awe it seemed, making me
swell with pride. I wanted to be beautiful for him and I almost
blushed, but I was already burning with excitement.

"No..." I shook my head, hooking my thumbs into my panties and pushing
them down slowly. "...Fuck me, Jamie."

I was showing him my pussy, the first time I'd ever let a man see me
naked. Even my last boyfriend, the one who'd wanted to finger me so
badly; he hadn't seen what he was touching. Jamie could see
everything. I pushed my panties down to mid-thigh and with my legs
spread wide around Jamie's knees, that was as far as I could get them.
I played with my pussy, pulling at it with my fingertips, letting
Jamie see how hot and pink I was, my rich coffee colored skin giving
way to the moist interior. I pinched my labia, pulling the greasy lips
apart lewdly, feeling no shame in my display. I wanted him to see my
hole, that soft tunnel that had never been penetrated by a man before.

"You better get undressed." I told him after a good minute of just
letting him watch me stroke my clit to sizzling erection, although she
was small even then, barely the size of my little fingernail.

"Before traffic clears up, huh?" Jamie chuckled and then he was taking
off his boots, but having a hard time as he watched me remove my
panties completely.

"Let me do that...I'll undress you." I smiled and Jamie didn't protest
as I set about removing his heavy work boots, then his socks and
finally I began to work the zipper down the front of his coveralls.

I was on my knees in front of him, while he was on his knees as well,
but more upright and looking down at me as I pulled the zipper down
completely. I was tempted to reach inside immediately, but I forced
myself to be patient, going to his shoulders instead, smiling into
Jamie's face as I worked his muscular body out of his uniform. He was
wearing a ribbed muscle t-shirt beneath, stretched tight across his
broad chest and I could smell him, the strong musky scent of a working
man. He was white as snow and so handsome, so beautiful to my eyes.

Jamie helped me get his coveralls down to his knees, so he knelt in
that t-shirt and a pair of light blue boxers. I grabbed the hem of the
shirt and tugged it upward, revealing his bare body to my virgin eyes
an inch at a time. My heart was ready to burst with excitement.
Undressing him was a terrible tease and I was enjoying myself
thoroughly. I leaned forward, unable to help myself, kissing and
licking the man's body as I revealed more and more of it. I dragged my
teeth across his white skin, my tongue traced its way to his nipples,
first the right and then the left, circling and flicking them. I
pulled Jamie's t-shirt over his head finally as he lifted his arms and
I kept them there so I could bring my mouth to his armpit, burying my
face in the overpowering aroma of his manly scent.

Jamie groaned softly, keeping his left arm up and I kissed and licked
his sweaty skin. I was rubbing my pussy at the same time, feeling
myself close to orgasm just from this experience. Jamie was a real man
and nothing like the high school boys I'd dated before. He was so big
and strong, his muscles toned and defined and well used every day. I
breathed in the smell of him, licked across the damp hair beneath his
arms and tasted the acrid salty flavor of his skin. I rubbed my
nipples up and down his hard stomach, leaning closer so I could feel
the pressure against my body.

Black on white, just the image of us together, naked but for his
boxers, it was making me crazy with lust. It was so forbidden, a taboo
that my parents, my father especially, had drummed into my pretty
little head since I was old enough to understand. I wasn't supposed to
be touching a white man this way. Kissing his body, rubbing myself
against him like a bitch in heat. I was a whore then, a slut offering
herself to a man who wasn't supposed to have her.

"Suck my cock, Kylie...Before you make me cum in my shorts." Jamie was
breathing hard. "Jesus, you're fucking hot, girl."

"Umm, I love sucking a big hard cock." I said, determined to be just
as nasty as Jamie could be.

He was pushing me down by the shoulders and my hands, wet from playing
with my juicing sex, found Jamie's boxers and pulled them down
quickly. His cock sprang out immediately, stiff and swollen and it was
huge to my inexperienced eyes. None of my boyfriends had been large,
although I'd thought they were at the time. Jamie's cock seemed much
bigger and I stared at it for a moment as it bobbed up and down in
front of my face. It was ruddy with an uncircumcised head, the
foreskin pulled back only partially to reveal the sensitive pinkish
glans beneath. It was thick and maybe not so long as some men, but
certainly average at least, and I wasn't asking for any more than
that. I thought it was perfect.

I took it in my fingers, surprised by the weight and warmth of Jamie's
cock as it filled my hand. It seemed to throb and dark bluish veins
ran prominently along the length. I brought my lips close, pulling the
foreskin back so I could kiss the head and lick around it with my
tongue. I did love sucking cock quite a lot and I'd gotten good at it
with my previous boyfriends. I was determined to make it good for
Jamie and to take his first orgasm in my mouth. I wanted to taste him
and feel his thick sperm in my tummy, and then I knew we'd have a good
long fuck when he finally took my virginity.

"Ohhh, God, Kylie...That's it...Yesssss..." He hissed between clenched teeth
as I worked his cock inside my mouth.

I squeezed my tightly stretched lips around the shaft and slid down
slowly, sucking him while I wriggled my tongue underneath his
sensitive cockhead. I took his balls in my left hand, feeling them
large and heavy with sperm. Jamie had nice balls, so big and loose and
hanging low the way I liked them. I rolled them in my fingers gently,
caressing them as I worked my mouth back and forth, taking more than
half his penis easily and I knew I would take all of him soon.

"Look at me...Let me see your eyes..." Jamie was saying.

He put his hand on my head, urging me to take more as I looked upward,
staring into his shadowy eyes while Jamie watched his long white cock
fucking my dark brown face. We were still learning about each other of
course and when Jamie pulled my head I didn't resist, but yielded to
his desires completely. I wanted to show him he could do whatever he
wanted and once he understood that, I felt him take my head in both of
his hands.

Jamie held me steady, stopping all motion on my part, and began to
move his hips. He was smiling and nodding and whispering soft words of
encouragement as he used my mouth like a cunt. He was fucking my face
and I just kept my mouth wide open, my tongue out of the way, and my
doe eyes looking up so he could see how much I loved being used by a
white man. He was moving slowly at first, but picking up speed and
going deeper as well, thrusting his cock until the head hit the back
of my mouth, bringing a reflexive gag and a bit of discomfort.

"Open your throat, Kylie...Let me fuck your throat, baby...Fuck you look
good sucking my cock...Open up...Yeah..."

I knew how to do it and I just had to let him catch me as I was
swallowing all the spit and precum overflowing my tightly stretched
lips. My throat opened and his cock caught me, sliding suddenly three
inches deeper and the discomfort wasn't nearly so much as the rush of
pleasure it gave me knowing that I was taking every inch of Jamie's
fat prick. His balls pressed right up against my chin and my pert
little nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair as Jamie gasped, holding
me tight against him while I dug my fingers into his thighs.

"Oh fuck, Kylie!" He laughed breathlessly as he pulled his cock back a
few seconds later, removing it until just the head was resting on my
bottom lip and I drank fresh air into my burning lungs.

"You like...That?" I panted, giggling and swallowing all the wetness
that wasn't already spilling down onto my heaving breasts.

"Is it okay?" Jamie asked and I just grinned.

"I told you, anything you want." I said and a moment later he was
fucking my mouth again, forcing my delicate throat to accept his cock
over and over.

"I'm gonna cum...Shit...I'm gonna cum, Kylie..." Jamie pulled his cock from
my mouth and took it in his hand, stroking himself while I nodded.

"Yeah...Cum on my face...Shoot in my mouth..." I moaned, holding my mouth
wide open just beneath his cock while Jamie jerked off frantically.

It took about ten seconds before the first blast of sperm shot out of
his penis, spraying across my face and onto my forehead and hair, the
next just as strong and landed on my nose as Jamie adjusted his aim.
His semen came hot and quick, streams of white cum falling over my
pretty black face. He was painting me good and I was smiling, moving
as if I could catch his orgasm in my open mouth. The last few spurts
the man fed to me directly, pushing his cockhead into my sucking
mouth. Jamie held the back of my head tightly as he fucked a few
inches in and out, all the while I worked my tongue eagerly around
him, wanting to make it good.

I kept suckling Jamie's prick long after he'd stopped cumming,
cleaning his cock and keeping it stiff in my mouth. He wasn't going to
go soft on me, not yet. This was just foreplay, deep-throating him and
letting Jamie dump his load of creamy sperm on my face before giving
my hungry mouth one last little fuck. It was dirty nasty sex and I
wondered if his wife ever let Jamie do that sort of thing to her. If I
were her, I would've demanded it, I thought with a little giggle.

Jamie shook his head when I started to wipe at the sperm covering my
face with my fingers. "No, no...Leave it...You're so beautiful like that.
Such a..."

"Nasty slut?" I giggled and sucked my finger clean. "I want you to
fuck my body...Fuck my tits, okay?"

I lay down on the mattress, getting his small pillow under my head,
and Jamie wasn't going to say no. His cock hadn't gone soft at all
after cumming all over my face and I urged him to straddle my body,
practically cumming myself as I felt his white body on mine, his soft
hairy legs against my sides, his balls dragging across my soft black
tummy. I moaned as Jamie found my tits with his big calloused hands,
massaging them gently at first. It wasn't long until I was begging for
him to squeeze me harder, to really work my large firm breasts good.
They liked it rough, I promised him, he could do whatever he wanted to
my tits and I wasn't going to do anything but love it.

I lifted my head , gathering a big mouthful of saliva and the bare
remains of Jamie's cum, and I spit it out onto my tits, watching
happily as Jamie's hands worked my tits around then opened his mouth,
letting his own spit fall onto my flushed skin so that the soft valley
between my breasts was wet and slippery and ready for his cock. I
replaced Jamie's hands with mine as he slid his body up a little
further, enough so that I could press his hard fat cock between the
swell of my perfectly formed tits. I trapped him there with my fingers
as he began fucking me that way, sliding his wet cock back and forth,
adding the constant leakage of precum to our saliva.

"Jesus, you got great tits, Kylie..." Jamie was staring down at me,
watching his cock fucking my glistening black body.

"I love your cock." I giggled breathlessly, lifting my head again as
much as I was able, enough so I could tongue and even kiss the tip of
Jamie's penis as he pushed forward.

It was mesmerizing, being made love to that way, for that's how it
very much felt at the time. I'd never been tit fucked in my life, I
hadn't even seen it done really, but the idea seemed natural to me. I
wanted his body on mine, his cock touching me everywhere and right
then it was riding between the twin globes of my tits, over my
pounding heart while I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the
emptiness in my sex. I'd have to get that filled soon, it was driving
me insane, but that's what I was loving about all this foreplay. It
was a glorious tease, a torment after nineteen years of patiently
waiting.

"We...Better stop, or I'm gonna...Cum again." Jamie was smiling and
fucking his prick easily now in and out of the tight soft valley that
he found between my breasts.

"Let me see..." I breathed, smiling and licking my lips.

I took his cock in my hand, bringing the head to my left nipple and
rubbing his dripping cockhead around that turgid knot of dark flesh.
It felt insanely good, see his cock playing with my aching nipple, so
brown it was almost black, and long and pointed and horny like the
rest of me. I played with my other tit the same way, until both of my
nipples were covered with precum and then I let Jamie go, grabbing my
tits hard in my hands, digging my fingernails into my own soft flesh
almost painfully. I tilted my head and pulled my nipples up so I could
just manage to lick them clean while Jamie watched, his cock bobbing
every so often with his impending orgasm and he really did have to
cool down.

"Let me make you feel good now..." Jamie said. "...Get you ready..."

"Ohhh!" I giggled as Jamie grabbed my legs, lifting them up at the
knees and pushing forward even as he spread them.

He had my cunt and asshole exposed completely now. I was laid wide
open to his gaze and a moment later Jamie's mouth as he began kissing
around my pussy lightly, teasing me at first and sending shivers
through my body. I'd never had my pussy eaten before, but I'd dreamed
of it, imagined a big strong white man going down on me and making me
cum all over his handsome face. It was another dream coming true and
all I could do was lay there, moaning and sighing with pleasure,
rolling my hips occasionally as Jamie continued to torment me.

He kissed and licked and nibbled at the softest places on my body, the
light brown hollows of my thighs and the soft, darker flesh just
outside my distended labia. He kissed the gentle swell of my pubis,
the fatty mound just above my throbbing clit that was covered with a
damp thatch of black wiry pubic hair. He moved his mouth down and I
was begging him to kiss my pussy, to tongue my clit and let me find
the relief that was waiting just beyond the edge of reason. But Jamie
chuckled and only grazed my sex with his hot breath, finding instead
the tight, florid pucker of my anus with his lips and then his tongue.

"Ohhhhh God!" I practically screamed with frustration and pleasure,
unable or willing to make up my mind about what I was feeling.

It felt incredible having my asshole licked and once Jamie started he
was going at my ass hard, wriggling his soft wet tongue all around my
sphincter until I had no choice but to relax and open for him. It was
so incredibly dirty, I thought, nasty and hot having a man lick me
there, and I was almost cumming just from that. All I needed was a
touch, a flick of a finger across my clitoris and I would have
exploded with ecstasy, but he was torturing me and working instead to
fuck his thick long tongue into my asshole as far as he could.

"Grab your legs...Hold them..." Jamie was panting, all red faced and wet
and smiling at me. "...Keep them there..."

I had no idea what we were doing, what the man was planning, but I did
it, grabbing my legs just behind my knees and keeping my ass off the
mattress for him. I found out soon enough what Jamie was doing when I
felt a finger working to replace his tongue, pushing hard against my
anus and then backing off as I resisted, moaning loudly. He sucked his
finger momentarily, getting it wet for another push and this time
Jamie didn't back off, but twisted his thick digit gently, pushing
while he licked around it, adding more spit to the wetness already
spilling out of my pussy, running across my asshole and down to the
small of my back.

"Ohhhmmmppphh..." I made incoherent noises, gasping as my tight virgin
asshole was opened around Jamie's insistent finger and he was inside
me, working it in and out, fingering my ass so tenderly it felt
nothing but good.

"I'm going to get you good and ready..." Jamie was promising and I had
no idea what he was doing, but only that I didn't want him to stop.

My need to orgasm was like a part of me now, as if I couldn't remember
a time when it didn't exist as a desperate longing in my flesh, but
the things Jamie was doing to my ass were pushing my frustrations
aside. I was working my muscles, my sphincter drawing tight and
relaxing around his finger as he fucked my ass with it. I was only
barely aware of it when Jamie added another finger to the first,
stretching my ass wider and it wasn't uncomfortable at all, if
anything it seemed to make me crave that perverse penetration even
more.

I was going to cum, it didn't matter if anything was touching my pussy
or not, it was going to happen. The sensations escaping through the
thin walls of flesh dividing my ass from my pussy were enough. Soft
vibrations and vague touches that seemed to come from everywhere and
nowhere all at once. I was going to cum and I couldn't control my body
as I shivered and then sobbed with pleasure. A wave of good feelings
washed over me, spreading through every fiber of my being until I
couldn't tell up from down, or in from out. My senses were overloaded
and somewhere in the middle of all that Jamie had replaced his fingers
with his cock.

I focused my half-lidded eyes on Jamie's face as he leaned into me,
his cock pushing into my asshole with a distant burning sensation that
I only barely felt. He was kissing me lightly on the lips, thrusting
his fat cock deep and slowly into my virgin ass. I was high on
pleasure, on adrenaline and endorphins, like a runner's high and
nothing was going to hurt me at all. My rectum opened for him with
something like hot cramps, but nothing worse than that, and I grunted
with the last hard push Jamie gave me as he pressed his balls against
my ass. He was a long time holding us there while he rocked his hips,
letting my body get used to being filled completely with a man's cock
in my bowels.

Jamie looked down into my sperm covered face, enjoying my pleasure and
surprise as I realized what he was doing. I'd never imagined it could
be so easy for him, so easy for me, being ass fucked for the first
time. I hadn't even lost my cherry yet, my hymen was still there in my
sex, still intact and waiting to be broken, but a man had taken me in
the ass now. I stared up at him nodding and trying to find the words
to express how weird and wonderful it all felt. I was overwhelmed and
I wrapped my arms around Jamie's neck, hugging him to me with my legs
high over his shoulders.

We were really fucking then, Jamie's incredible cock moving in and out
of my body, slowly at first, but soon enough the man was fucking me
harder and faster. I was getting loose and his precum was lubricating
my asshole nicely. He was taking longer, deeper strokes, driving his
cock through my weak resistance while we stared into each other's
eyes. He was going to cum in my ass, Jamie told me, and I laughed
breathlessly, nodding and eager to feel it. I wanted him to fill me,
in every hole I had, to use my body any way he wanted. This was my
first time and I wanted to do everything. I wanted to experience it
all and being seriously ass fucked by a white man, oh God! I was
cumming again, which was unreal.

My pussy felt full somehow, that's what was doing it. I could feel
that cock inside me everywhere, especially in my pussy like a pleasant
ghost in my cunt, and it was so good. I wondered briefly if Jamie
could break my hymen this way, by fucking my ass, and it made me
giggle. I wanted to lose it the other way, the real way, but I was so
far gone I didn't care. If it happened, it happened and I wouldn't
miss it. I was too busy having multiple-orgasms, one after another,
while Jamie stroked his cock in and out of my rectum urgently, until
he was slamming himself so deep I could feel his balls slapping my
tight black ass with soft fwapping sound that almost made me giggle.

He came too soon, I thought, too soon for me because I was enjoying
every second of it and never wanted it to end. I heard Jamie grunt
loudly and his eyes widened with pleasure. His back arched as he
pushed inside me hard, grinding his pelvis against me while his long
fat cock jerked inside the steaming confines of my well-fucked ass. I
felt the odd sensation of a man cumming inside my body for the first
time, cumming inside my rectum of all places, and filling my bowels
with wasted sperm. It felt hot and greasy and loose, a dirty feeling
that tripped me off again so that my asshole spasmed around him. I was
trying to imagine what my daddy would think of a white man filling his
beautiful black daughter's ass with sperm. Whoever I married, a man
white or black, there would be no part of me he could have that Jamie
hadn't already claimed with his seed. It was an intensely sexy
thought.

"Oh God...I'm wasted..." I giggled.

"I know..." Jamie nodded. "...Me too."

He was washing his cock clean with bottled water and some clean rags
he had in the back of the van. He'd already washed my face, after
pulling out of my ass after his orgasm had finished. He'd washed me
carefully, cleaning away the tacky sperm that wouldn't dry because I
was so damp with sweat. Jamie kissed me too, making love to my mouth
with his tongue after he'd finished and then sat back, letting us both
rest. I was rubbing my fingers over my anus, feeling it puffy, like it
was swollen or turned inside out or something, and I was sore, now
that all those natural hormones had started to wear off a little. My
ass was tender and inside I felt seriously squishy, like I needed a
bathroom bad, but there wasn't one around, so I told myself to relax
and enjoy it.

"You weren't kidding about fucking my ass, were you?" I was smiling.

"I love fucking a girl in the ass." Jamie shrugged. "And you've got
the finest ass I've ever seen."

"Mmmm..." I laughed. "...I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Just the black ones." Jamie laughed too and he was putting away the
water and rag he'd used. His cock was clean and semi-hard and he
stroked it slowly while we looked at each other.

"Are you gonna bust my cherry now?" I wondered, playing like a little
girl.

"Do you want me to?" Jamie asked and I nodded.

"Yeah."

"Are you protected?"

"I'm not on the pill or anything." I swallowed hard. "Do you have a
rubber?"

"Uhhh...Nope." Jamie licked his lips and he was looking at my pussy, all
hot and pink and runny with my juices.

"You can pull out, right?" I slid a finger up and down between my
labia, splitting them slowly while Jamie watched. It released another
little flood of pent up girl goo, running down my ass to join what
felt like a serious puddle under my butt.

"That's not a hundred percent, Kylie." Jamie sighed. "When's your
period coming?"

"About a week or so, ten days." I shrugged. "I want you to do it."

"That sounds bad." Jamie frowned. "We could um, find a store or
something....We're in a van..."

"I don't wanna move." I giggled and neither of us liked that idea.
"It'll be okay, just...I want you to do it, okay? It's my body, my
decision, right?"

"It's my sperm." Jamie laughed. "That makes it half mine."

"Yeah, but..." I bit my lip, knowing he was right.

"Besides, you don't have to prove anything." Jamie spoke gently. "It's
okay to be a virgin, better than okay, it makes you special."

"I'm kind of tired of being special." I sighed, not really
understanding him.

"No, don't say that." Jamie moved close, laying down beside me and
pulling me into his arms. "You give yourself to a man your really
love..."

"But I love you..."

"Shhh...Don't interrupt." He kissed my nose. "Give it to a guy who can
make love to you in a real bed and stay with you for more than half an
hour afterwards. A guy who can wake up next to you in the morning,
understand?"

"I just..." I shook my head with a sigh, stroking his chest with my
fingers. "...I just really want to have sex."

"Everybody does," Jamie laughed. "And we did, right? It was good for
both of us, wasn't it?"

"Yeah." I had to agree, it had been really good.

"You're nineteen, you're in college." Jamie was listing all the cons.
"We don't have any protection and you're about in the middle of your
period, right?"

"And you're married." I frowned.

"And yeah, I think...I cheated, yeah. I have to live with it, so maybe
this is how I tell myself it was okay." Jamie shrugged.

"If we don't really make love." I nodded.

"Right." Jamie kissed me again. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You're not." I kissed him back. "You just make me feel like..."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm fourteen again." I smiled.

"Don't remind me." Jamie rolled his eyes. "I'll be feeling bad enough
about all this later."

"Don't." I shook my head. "Please, don't feel bad, okay? You made me
feel real good today. Better than good."

"Okay." Jamie agreed, but I sensed he wasn't entirely convinced he'd
done the right thing having sex with me. It was starting to bother him
now that we were cooling off and talking seriously.

"And besides..."

"What?" He looked at me with his soft blue eyes.

"Once I'm on the pill, I'm definitely going to need another ride." I
giggled and Jamie smiled, thinking maybe I was joking, but I wasn't.
If Plan C worked once, it would work again, and next time I wouldn't
leave Jamie with a good excuse to say no. He was the one I was saving
my cherry for now.


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