Message-ID: <56694asstr$1191741001@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: w3g2000hsg.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com X-Original-Message-ID: <1191734600.149638.106270@w3g2000hsg.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 7 Oct 2007 05:23:20 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 5.1; .NET CLR 1.0.3705; .NET CLR 1.1.4322; Media Center PC 4.0; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; MEGAUPLOAD 2.0),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: w3g2000hsg.googlegroups.com; posting-host=222.127.67.21; posting-account=ps2QrAMAAAA6_jCuRt2JEIpn5Otqf_w0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2007 05:23:20 -0000 Subject: {ASSM} Plan C by Kylie X (M/F, Rom?, Interr, First, Oral, Anal, Chat) Lines: 1582 Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2007 03:10:01 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2007/56694> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: Sagittaria, emigabe 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. 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