I tried to keep my eyes focused on my buddy, Dan. He was telling me about the big promotion he got at work. Although he was very animated during his story, arms flailing, all of the gestures, I could not help but to notice the woman who was staring at me. She looked at me like I was a piece of steak. I try to look at Dan, but my eyes would drift back to her. I could feel her staring a hole into my skull.
“Dude, are you listening to me?” Dan said bringing me back to his reality.
From the blank expression on my face, he could tell I was not. He swiveled around to follow my eye line and see what I was looking at. He turned back to me looking confused.
“Are you daydreaming again bro?” Dan asked.
I figured Dan would not think I was looking at the black woman sitting two booths behind him. Her skin was the color of coffee, with one tablespoon of cream. Her wide, almond shaped, brown eyes were amazing. The dark eyeliner she wore made her eyes more intense. Her lips were so full they surpassed Angelina Jolie’s. She wore her hair in a neat upsweep. It was very simple but it gave her a regal look. A single strand hung over her eye. She would use her French tipped fingers to twirl it playfully. The peach colored blouse she wore complimented her skin perfectly.
“No, not at all.” I lied. “Now continue on about this big promotion.”
Dan began to tell his long, boring story again. You are getting more money, I get it. I tried not to make eye contact with the woman as she fumbled through her purse, left cash on the table for her meal, and began to walk our way. As she came near our booth, I lifted my menu to cover my face.
“Hello gentlemen.” The seductress said.
“Sup ma?” Dan replied grinning broadly.
I gave him a quick kick under the table. He winced at me and threw his hands up to question my actions. The seductress gave Dan an annoyed glared, and then looked over at me. Her eyes were more beautiful up close. Her shiny lip gloss made her lips look even more full, juicy and tasty.
“Hello. My name is Allan.” I said standing to greet her.
“No need to stand. I am happy to see that chivalry is not dead.” She glanced at Dan again quickly and refocused on me.
“Nice to meet you Allan.” She said extending her manicured hand to shake mine. “My name is Ebony. I could not help but notice you from over there. You have some amazing blue eyes, Allan”.
Ebony. Such a fitting name. If I had a bit more courage, I would have said that. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I knew I had to be beet red right now. Embarrassing.
“Thank you, Ebony.” I said shyly.
“If I am not being too forward Allan, I would like to give you my number. Maybe we can do lunch, dinner, breakfast or something.” Ebony said as she scribbled her number on a stray piece of paper she dug out of her purse.
“Wait, that is, if you want it.” She held the number clutched in her hands and paused, waiting on my response.
I wanted to yell “Fuck yeah I will take it! Are you out of your mind?”, but I kept my cool.
“Sure” I said coolly.
She slowly and playfully placed the number in the palm of my hand. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.
“Are you going to use it, Allan?” she asked.
“Definitely, Ebony.” I assured her.
“Okay. I look forward to hearing from you. You have a nice day.” She smiled at me, waved half-heartedly at Dan, and sashayed out of the restaurant.
Dan sat across from me grinning like a cat as he watched the Nubian Goddess walk away. I knew he could not wait for her to be out of earshot. When he saw his opening he reached across the table and flipped one end of the collar of my polo up.
“What was that for?” I asked laughing.
“I am popping your collar. You are a player man! That shit was like a movie. Eb-bon-ee.” Dan proclaimed. “She sure is Ebony. Even black chics are hollering at a playa!”
The black couple in the booth across from us gave Dan an annoyed look. I shrugged my shoulder to indicate it was not me.
“Have you ever dated a black chic, dude?” Dan asked loudly.
“Lower your voice!” I said to Dan. “No. I have never dated an African American.”
“Allan, dude, they don’t care if you say black or African American. As long as you do not call them the ‘N’ word, they are cool.” Dan said in his loud voice.
The black couple, woman and man, looked at Dan as though he were a dead man walking. If looks could kill, he would be dead this very moment. Here lies my friend Dan. Face down in some watery chowder, in booth number 9 at Orion’s Restaurant.
“I would never say the ‘n’ word” I said loud enough for the couple to hear.
The man and woman shook their head in pity for me for the behavior of my friend and continued to eat.
Dan got the hint and leaned forward to talk to me in barely a whisper.
“So, are you going to call her?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I replied.
“Did you see those lips? Dude, you should totally bone her and tell me what it is like. I bet it would be some National Geographic, jungle fever love!” Dan exclaimed.
I shook my head at my friend, grabbed a few dollars out of my wallet to pay for my meal and walked off.
“What did I say!” Dan yelled behind me. “Call me if you bone the black chic. I meant, African American!”
*******
I was excited about my first date with Ebony tonight. I will admit, I had never dated a black woman before. I never really noticed them into I went off to college. My parents said they were not racist. However, I have overheard plenty of stereotypical comments they made about people of other races. Black people were always stealing or on crack according to them. I don’t recall having one black friend in grade school. I don’t really recall having a black kid in our school. Like Dan, I let MTV and BET depict to me what black people were about. The black women were usually scantily clad, long hair and finger nails, shaking their butts to the beat of the rapper’s song. If they were not dancing in a video, they were cooking in the kitchen. There were really no black people in Idaho.
When I went off to college to further my education, I broadened my mind as well. The African Americans in my class were just as smart, if not more so, than the whites. The African American women in our class did not look like they immediately left class to be in someone’s videos. I was drawn to one woman in particular. Gayle. Saying her name plays a theme song in my head. Her skin was the darkest I had ever seen. She was almost opal. Her skin was so smooth and pretty. Her teeth were gleaming white. Every time she looked my way, she would smile and wave at me. We studied for a few Psych exams simultaneously in the library. I can’t say we were together. She would be there. I would be there. We often sat at the same table. She would smile and nod to me. I would smile and nod to her. There was no way a beauty like her would want a nerdy white guy like me. I would have given my left arm to get a taste of her chocolate.
If I lined up all of the women of my past, you would see a pattern forming. Most of my girlfriends had long, brown hair and deep brown eyes. They were also all white. Well, one was born in Costa Rica. But her parents were white Americans. That is as exotic or different as it got.
My navigator system directed me to Ebony’s place. I became a little nervous as the street lights became scarcer and the people hanging out in the streets increased. None of them looked like me. Instinctively, I locked the door. My navigator system advised me I was just near my destination. I looked at the shabby apartment building. I was uneasy. There were four or five young, black males standing outside. I did not want to honk and be rude to Ebony. I did not want to call her to tell her I was outside either. I didn’t want to appear like a punk. I took a deep breath, clutched the lavender rose I bought for her, set my fears aside and began my wobbly legged walk up the path towards the men and Ebony’s building.
One man must have informed the others that I was coming up the walkway. All heads turned around and looked at me. I took each step carefully and deliberately. I did not want to show any fear. What was I fearful of? They were men just like me.
“What’s up man?” The tallest of the crew said to me.
“Hey. How are you?” I grimaced as the words came out. I bet I sounded like a dorky white guy.
Sporadic, friendly hellos came from the crew. I knew their eyes were on me as I walked past them. That did not hurt a bit. What was I so afraid of?
I made my way into the dimly lit corridor of the apartment building. I could hear the elevator clacking its way down to the ground floor. It opened very slowly, making a loud screeching noise as the doors moved. An elderly woman tried to drag a heavy cart out of the slowly opening doors. I rushed to her side to assist her.
“I have that for you ma’am.” I said.
“Why thank you baby! I appreciate that so much.” She replied giving me a warm smile.
I pulled the heavy cart through the elevator doors. The door to the elevator did not open all of the way. I was startled by a young man who came over and placed his hand on the cart.
“Thanks man. I got it. I appreciate you helping my grandmother though.” The young man said extending his hand to shake mine.
I gave him a quick shake. I looked around and saw there were stairs available. I used my better judgment and thought against using the elevator. Ebony lived on the third floor, so that would not be much of a walk. The pungent odor of the stairwell assaulted my nostrils immediately. It smelled like urine, old diapers and God knows what else. I put my hand over my nose and took the stairs three at a time. I finally made it to the third floor. I burst through the doors waiting to be greeted by fresher air. The air of the hallway was stifling, but not as pungent as the air of the stairwell.
“Slumming today are we?” A lady said looking at me suspiciously.
I ignored her comment and looked at the doors searching for apartment 4D. Found it. I knocked on the door gently. I realized afterwards there was a doorbell.
“Coming!” I could hear someone say.
The person began quickly removing chains off of the door. Finally, the door cracked. The look on Ebony’s face was of surprise. She gave me a bright smile and hugged me. Ebony. What a fitting name.
“Oh wow. I thought you would call me when you were outside so I could come down.” She said.
“A gentleman would come to your door to pick you up.” I replied.
I tried to keep my eyes on her face. I could not help but to notice the low cut, tan dress Ebony was wearing. Her full breasts looked as though they were struggling to be released. Her waist was so small in comparison to her wide hips. Her legs looked delicious. Her neatly manicured toes were on display in the gold heels she wore. Her hair was down now. She wore a bob that neatly framed her face. Her bangs hung over her eye, giving her a sexy Jessica Rabbit appeal. She bit her luscious glossed lips allowing me to enjoy the view. I could feel the tent building in my pants.
“Um, I brought you this rose.” I said nervously presenting the now beaten rose to her.
“Thank you Allan!” she said graciously. She planted a lip glossed kiss on my cheek.
I will not be washing that for days.
“Lavender roses represent enchantment.” I beamed.
“They also represent love at first sight.” She smiled “Let me go get my sweater and then I am ready to go!’
She left me standing there in a trail of her perfume. She smelled like a warm spring day in the park, amongst the flowers. I would love to sniff her flower. She came back, smiling at me. We made it safely out of the creaky, old elevator and main floor. The same group of guys were standing outside as we were leaving. They nodded at us as we left. I held her door open to my car, to her surprise, and she hopped in.
“So where would you like to go?” I asked.
“Wherever you take me.” she replied with a giggle.
I could have done a lot with that invitation. I chose to stick to the gentleman’s role.
“Do you eat seafood?” I asked.
“Sure.”
“Great. I know a nice little seafood place that I will take you to. Cool?”
“Cool!” she replied.
I fiddled with the radio station to find some music we could drive to. I was listening to a motivational CD on public speaking.
“What station would you like me to turn to?” I asked.
“Do you have any gangsta rap?” she asked.
She must’ve seen the expression on my face because she let out an infectious laugh. I laughed too, nervously.
“I like all music. Whatever you play, I will listen to.” She said.
“Okay, so Garth Brooks it is!” I joked.
Her eyes widened.
“Just kidding! Just kidding!” I held my hands up in mock surrender and left the radio on the local pop station.
Instinctively, I let down the windows of my car to enjoy the cool night air.
“Oh no! My hair!” Ebony proclaimed.
I looked over to see Ebony’s neat bob flying all over her head. I quickly hit the button to let the window up.
“I am so sorry Ebony.” I said.
“You know sistas don’t like messing up their hair!” she laughed. “You don’t roll the window down or drop the top of the car unless a sistas hair is pinned up. And you don’t go asking a sista to get her hair wet after a fresh relaxer. There is a waiting period of three weeks.”
“I didn’t know sistas hair had so many rules.” I mocked. “Can a sistas hair take the sunroof?”
“Why yes. Yes it can.” Ebony smiled at me.
I gave her my dimpled grin as I pushed the button to open the sunroof.
“So, what else do you know about sistas?” Ebony asked.
“Honestly, not much. You are the first sista, I mean African American woman that I have gone out with.” I replied.
“It’s okay to say black, Allan. It is less words.” She said. “So I am the first?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. So why me?” she asked.
I bit my bottom lip. I really did not know how to answer that. Why her? I had never thought of dating a black woman before. I found them to be quite attractive. I had impregnated the article of my magazine with Meagan Goode plenty of times. I would die a happy man for one kiss from the lips of Kerry Washington. I have exchanged long glances with a black woman or two over time. And let’s not forget Gayle.
“I guess I never had the courage to approach a black woman before.” I finally replied.
“So had I not approached you, we would not be here right now?” Ebony asked.
“Honestly, we probably wouldn’t.” I replied.
“Well, you know what they say,” she chuckled “Once you go black-“
“You never go back!” I exclaimed.
She reached over and gave me a playful hit on the arm.
“No. Your credit rating goes down!” she said between giggles.
I loved hearing her laugh. I loved seeing it even more. Her beautiful, chocolate drop breasts would bounce up and down. Her full, luscious lips would expand, and then part, revealing her Colgate smile. She must have felt my eyes staring at her and decided to break the awkward silence.
“I have never dated a white man before, Allan.” She replied turning towards me.
“So, why me?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip. It looked so sexy when she did. My pant tent had to be noticeable at this point.
“I don’t know. It is like your blue eyes were calling me. They were so beautiful. Your black hair really draws attention to them. You kinda reminded me of Clark Kent.” She laughed. “And your smile. It was so warming. I will be honest and say that curiosity played a big role in this. But I had to come and at least see if it were possible.”
I felt the blood rush to my face. I knew I was blushing again.
“Aww! Did I embarrass you?” Ebony an her manicured fingers across my arms.
I could feel the goose bumps popping up. It was like electricity surged through me from her touch. I had never been this aroused by a woman before.
We finally made it to the restaurant. There was a half hour wait, but I did not mind. The hostess raised her eyebrow when she looked at my companion. It seemed as though quite a few people were staring at us. Some glanced and quickly looked away. Some had no qualms with completely staring. Black men gave Ebony a look of disdain. I swore I one of them say “What a waste.” I did not care. I had a beautiful woman, a Nubian goddess, with me. I was entranced by her laughter. I hung on her every word. Our eyes stayed connected to each others. The wait time until we were seated seemed to fly by.
Ebony ordered a lobster dish with pasta. I ordered stuffed whiting. We ate and told each other of our lives. I told her about I was the eldest of four brothers and sisters. I attended Boise State University in Idaho and graduated with a Bachelors of Applied Science for Horticulture. She seemed impressed when I told her the rose I gave her was from my own garden.
Ebony said she was an only child. Her mother and father passed away a little more than two years ago in a car accident. She was currently attending college to obtain a nursing degree. She wanted to help others, especially children. She had never been married, was twenty-four, and loved just about everything under the sun. She was roommates with her cousin, who was like a sister to her.
We ate, laughed and enjoyed our wine. After dinner we took a nice stroll through the park nearby. The night air was cool. Ebony leaned closer to me for warmth. I thanked God for making it cool that night. I loved the feel of her warm breath. I rubbed her smooth skin to warm her and chase the goose bumps away. Our first date was beautiful.
Over the next few months, Ebony and I went on several special dates. She was such an amazing woman. We became exclusive. I gave her a key to my place, she gave me a key to hers. I brought her by my place and showed her my makeshift garden on the fire escape of my apartment. I told her I was planting something special for her.
“When will I see them Allan!” she said giddy.
“When the time is right, Ebony.” I replied.
That day we shared our first kiss. Her lips were softer and sweeter than I imagined. It seem as though time stood still and for that moment, we were the only two on earth. It was a hot summer’s night. Ebony wore a shit sundress. It made her look like an angel. Her pretty, brown eyes met mine. We paused in silence. I embraced her. I loved how she felt. Four months was well worth the wait for this kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair. I loved how it’s texture. I caressed the back of her neck and drew her lips to me once more. I kissed her lips passionately.
My hormones were in overdrive. I had to see how this woman felt. I wanted to be deep inside of her. We had agreed early on that we would not rush sex. We did not want to get into it just to see what it would be like to be with a person of another race. Our pact allowed me the opportunity to get to know Ebony on a mental level. I did not rush into the physical as I had in my past relationships. I found myself checking my cell phone several times a day for her call. I could hear her smile. I lay in bed many nights imagining what it was going to be like to be with her. If I finally had the opportunity to do so. I learned a lot about African Americans in general. A lot of the stereotypes I grew up believing were demolished. She was a woman, just like any other woman. Black, white, or other. She wanted a man to love her. She wanted a family. She wanted to be appreciated for her mind and not just her body. She wanted so much in life. And I wanted her.
We were kissing so long; we plopped down on the couch as our legs gave way. We continued to feed on each other’s lips. My hands became bolder than they had before. I slip my hands down Ebony’s long back, around her waist and made my way to her full breasts. I massaged her breasts until I could feel her nipples attempting to make their way out their restraints. Ebony let out deep sighs and continued to feed on my lips. I became bolder and slid my hand inside of her sundress and into her bra. I managed to get her nipple right nipple free. I kissed down her neck and spotted her stiff nipple peering at me. My warm mouth hungrily devoured her nipple. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, enjoying how she moaned and pulled my head closer. I pulled back to admire how my moist mouth made her chocolate nipples shine. I was hungry for more. Ebony allowed me to remove her arms from her sundress. I looked at her sitting there, nude from the waist up. She looked at me shyly and bit her bottom lip. That always drives me wild. I went in for more of her beautiful breasts. Savoring each one so the other one not be jealous.
Ebony’s body felt so warmed. She moaned so seductively in my ear. She kissed my neck and lips with as much desire as I was giving her. She clawed at the back of my neck. She nibbled on my ears. I rubbed her smooth back. I massaged her breasts. I sucked her nipples until they almost felt as though they would burst. My right hand found her thigh. My hand was on her smooth skin. I slid my hand slowly up her thigh until I met her garden. I could feel that she was not wearing any panties. I smiled to myself as my fingers enjoyed her wetness. She let out another seductive moan. I sucked at her nipple and dove my finger deeper inside of her. She arched her back to receive me. The room filled with the scent of her desire.
“I want you Ebony. I want you so badly!” I whispered in her ear.
She moved my hand from her moisture and began buttoning her sun dress to cover her nude body. I looked at her puzzled.
“Did I do something wrong? Is everything ok?” I asked.
The moonlight peering through the window cast a shadow across her face. I could see that her eyes were filling with tears. She hurriedly dressed herself and stood up.
“I can’t right now Allan.” She said trying to fight back the tears.
I was so confused. I thought this was what she wanted too. She seemed to be enjoying how I was making her body feel.
“Ebony, please tell me. Did I do something wrong?” I pleaded.
She shook her head quickly and made her way to the door. I had to move quickly to catch up to her.
“Baby! Is everything okay? I thought you wanted me too. I didn’t mean to cross a line here.” I assured her.
She finally stopped attempting to run from me and let go of her grip on the door. Tears streaked her cheeks.
“I do want you Allan. I really do. But I don’t want to do this until the time is right. You did nothing wrong.” She leaned toward me and gave me the most endearing embrace.
I hugged her not wanting to let her go. I did not know what was troubling her. I wanted to relieve her of whatever it was that burdened her. But I had grown to know Ebony. She would tell me on her own time. If I pressed her, she would pull away. She gave me a long kiss good night.
Three weeks had passed since I heard from Ebony. My phone calls were not returned. I did not want to pop up at her place. I wondered if she was seeing someone else. I wondered if she did not want to be with me because I was not black. Dan could not believe I was being so patient and so faithful to a woman I had not had sex with yet.
“Man, I don’t think I want to date a black woman.” He said. “Once you go black, they make your mind whack.”
By the sixth week, I had given up on Ebony. I wondered if I was just an experiment for her. I lathered the shampoo in my hand and began to wash my hair. I guess I needed to free my mind of her. I suppose it was not meant to be. I lathered my body up real good with soap. It was Friday and I refused to stay in the house pining over one woman. I tried to gear my mind up that I was going to be a beast tonight on the town. I had not had sex in so long, waiting for Ebony. I let the water cover my face. Through watery eyes, I thought I saw a shadowy figure outside of my shower. I grabbed my wash cloth and wiped the shampoo away from my eyes. I grabbed my towel so I could check to see if what I thought I saw was accurate.
I felt her hands caress my cheeks. I could make it the shadowy figure. It was Ebony.
“I am so sorry I startled you Allan.” She said. “I knocked at the door but no one answered. I used my key to let myself in.”
She bit her bottom lip nervously, bracing herself for what I was going to say. It drove me wild when she did that. I was too excited to ruin this moment by yelling at her. I was just so happy to have her here.
“I am making a mess, huh?” she said looking at the puddle that was forming outside of my shower.
She stepped out of her shoes and climbed into the shower with me, fully clothed.
“But baby I thought you said sistas don’t like getting their hair wet?” I said jokingly.
“It has been a little more than three weeks. And hell, I would do anything for love.” She smiled.
She slid her pants over her shapely thighs. The water poured down on her head. She laughed and flipped her wet hair back. She attempted to pull her shirt over her head. I came over to help her. Her eyes met mine as she took her lacey bra off. Her beautiful chocolate mounds popped free. She slowly slid her panties off. For the first time she stood before me, nude. Her body was shapelier than I had imagined. Every curve looked as though God handcrafted them himself. He took a little extra time and added extra detail to the area where the small of her back met her ass. It was so round and sexy. It added to her curvatures. I did not try to hide my erect manhood.
Ebony came towards me and began to kiss me with those full lips. Her kiss was different. It was with more passion than before. I had to lean against the shower wall to steady myself. She was ravenous. The water from the shower rained down on us. Her hair was drenched. The beads of water crystallized her chocolate body. I let my hands roam freely down her back, to her waist and rest on her ample ass. I loved how this felt. I loved how she tasted.
“I love you Ebony!”
The words poured from my lips before I knew it. I was in shock for a moment before I realized I uttered them. Then I felt validated by my words. I repeated them again.
“I love you Ebony. I love you so much baby.”
The water from the shower was now greeted by tears of my own. It felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. All of those weeks of not seeing her did not matter. It was as though I saw her just yesterday. I loved this woman. I wanted her. I needed her to know this.
“I love you.” I said again, caressing her face.
I was looking down into her beautiful brown eyes. I could see that tears were forming. I braced myself, hoping she would not run off again. I would not stop her. She knew how I felt. She would have to accept it or leave it. Her body trembled. Her lips moved but no words were uttered. Finally, she grabbed me and hugged me so tightly.
“I love you too Allan! I love you too!” she was sobbing uncontrollably.
I had to hold her so she would not fall. I picked her wet, shivering body up and carried her to my bedroom. We both lay in my bed, soaked. Ebony began kissing me with her full lips. I kissed her. We were kissing each other like we would never see one another again.
My hands caressed her chocolate mounds. I tasted her delicious skin once again. I massaged at her breasts as she moaned. Goosebumps made their way over my body. I kissed on her sweet body. I let my tongue glide over her nipples until she begged for me to stop. I kissed down her stomach, following the black line that pointed me to salvation. Ebony rose slightly to look down at me. Her legs were trembling. I paused. I wanted to be sure I did not violate her trust in any way. She nodded her head at me.
“It is time Allan.”
Her words were music to my ears. I was anxious to dive into her wet desire. But I did not want to rush this moment. For the first time, I would be tasting her sweet, sweet chocolate. I kissed her thick thighs. I sucked on her manicured toes. I allowed my lips to taste each part of her body. I feasted on her like the last supper. I drove her crazy. I teased and pleased her until it was time for dessert.
I spread her legs and looked at the sight before me. Her petals of her flower were so big and brown. I could see her pink center. A thin outline of dark curly hairs adorned her garden. I used my fingers to move her pedals aside and took in the beauty of her waiting bulb. I sucked gently at her clitoris. Her body shivered. My lips covered her desire. I savored her sweetness. I indulged on her chocolate. I drove her crazy. Her wet hair thrashed everywhere. She clawed at my back. She pulled me into her garden and pushed me out. She tried to calm herself to take the intensity of my tongue. She climaxed, and climaxed again.
“Allan, please. I need to feel you inside of me.” Ebony begged.
She pulled me up to her and kissed her love from my lips. She pushed me forcefully onto the bed. Her aggressiveness turned me on. I was harder than I had ever been. Her smooth hands ran down my chest. Her manicured nails ran over my thighs. She caressed my manhood gently. I looked at her as she lowered her full, luscious lips over my head. The contrast of her succulent brown lips against my pink head was almost artistic. She winked at me as though she were reading my mind. Her lips covered my manhood. I was in heaven. She sucked gently. Her tongue gently making love to my shaft. Her full lips quivered over my shaft. I don’t know how she did it, but her lips made the scene even more seductive. She clawed at my stomach with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. The sensation was stunning. A curled my toes so tightly, I cramped.
She used her mouth to make love to me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she released my dick from her mouth. I looked in despair for her to continue to bring my body so much pleasure. She climbed up on top of me, leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips.
“You were so delicious, Allan.” She smiled at me. “Are you ready for me to take you for a ride?”
I nodded my head excitedly.
“Are you ready for me to take you through the jungles of Africa, Allan?”
I nodded my head more frantically. My body screamed for her. There was an orgasm building in my belly and waiting to be released.
Ebony kissed me once again on my lips. With a sinister smile, she climbed off of me and repositioned herself. She stood over me, with her back facing me. She squatted down slowly over my erect dick. Her ass looked glorious from this view. I almost exploded immediately when her wet garden made contact with my hoe. She slid every inch of me inside of her. Round and round. She worked my hips. I gripped at the sheets as she moved meticulously. She rolled her hips round and round on my dick. She would raise her body, using her legs and squat back down quickly planting all of me inside of her. I tried so hard not to cum. The sight of her beautiful chocolate ass wiggling around could drive any sane man crazy. She repositioned herself out of her squatting position, still housing my manhood deep inside of her. She leaned back allowing me to caress her chocolate mounds. I stroked at her neck. I pulled at her hard nipples as she moaned. She continued to grind her hips, soaking my thighs with her chocolate love. I could feel her pussy grip my dick tightly, then release it slightly. She massaged my balls as she slid up and down my dick in the reverse position. I couldn’t hold it in any more.
“Baby, I am about to let it go!” I yelled.
She quickly slid me out of her hot twat and into her thick ass. I had not time to state my apprehensions of inserting my penis into her ass. Her full, chocolate ass devoured my dick. Her additional sweet spot sucked the cream from my body. I gave her every drop I had inside of me. I grabbed her waist as she let her ass suck me dry. I clenched my teeth and released all of my love inside of her. We lay, wet, exhausted and covered in our love for each other.
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I watched her as she slept peacefully. Her black hair stuck to her smooth brown skin. Her long lashes looked hand painted. Ebony’s beautiful body covered my bed. She was filled with my love. Ebony. Such a fitting name.
I went to my makeshift garden on the fire escape. I had carefully cultivated these roses over the last few months. Much like I helped to cultivate the love I have for Ebony. With patience, tolerance and understand, our love bloomed. These roses bloomed. They were a beautiful, deep shade of red. Their scent was light, not overpowering. It filled the morning air. It was time. Time to select twelve of the most beautiful roses I could find in my garden. It was time to give these roses to the sweetest, loving, most beautiful woman I had ever known. My Nubian goddess. These red roses were for Ebony.
“Dude, are you listening to me?” Dan said bringing me back to his reality.
From the blank expression on my face, he could tell I was not. He swiveled around to follow my eye line and see what I was looking at. He turned back to me looking confused.
“Are you daydreaming again bro?” Dan asked.
I figured Dan would not think I was looking at the black woman sitting two booths behind him. Her skin was the color of coffee, with one tablespoon of cream. Her wide, almond shaped, brown eyes were amazing. The dark eyeliner she wore made her eyes more intense. Her lips were so full they surpassed Angelina Jolie’s. She wore her hair in a neat upsweep. It was very simple but it gave her a regal look. A single strand hung over her eye. She would use her French tipped fingers to twirl it playfully. The peach colored blouse she wore complimented her skin perfectly.
“No, not at all.” I lied. “Now continue on about this big promotion.”
Dan began to tell his long, boring story again. You are getting more money, I get it. I tried not to make eye contact with the woman as she fumbled through her purse, left cash on the table for her meal, and began to walk our way. As she came near our booth, I lifted my menu to cover my face.
“Hello gentlemen.” The seductress said.
“Sup ma?” Dan replied grinning broadly.
I gave him a quick kick under the table. He winced at me and threw his hands up to question my actions. The seductress gave Dan an annoyed glared, and then looked over at me. Her eyes were more beautiful up close. Her shiny lip gloss made her lips look even more full, juicy and tasty.
“Hello. My name is Allan.” I said standing to greet her.
“No need to stand. I am happy to see that chivalry is not dead.” She glanced at Dan again quickly and refocused on me.
“Nice to meet you Allan.” She said extending her manicured hand to shake mine. “My name is Ebony. I could not help but notice you from over there. You have some amazing blue eyes, Allan”.
Ebony. Such a fitting name. If I had a bit more courage, I would have said that. I could feel the blood rushing to my face. I knew I had to be beet red right now. Embarrassing.
“Thank you, Ebony.” I said shyly.
“If I am not being too forward Allan, I would like to give you my number. Maybe we can do lunch, dinner, breakfast or something.” Ebony said as she scribbled her number on a stray piece of paper she dug out of her purse.
“Wait, that is, if you want it.” She held the number clutched in her hands and paused, waiting on my response.
I wanted to yell “Fuck yeah I will take it! Are you out of your mind?”, but I kept my cool.
“Sure” I said coolly.
She slowly and playfully placed the number in the palm of my hand. She looked at me from the corner of her eye.
“Are you going to use it, Allan?” she asked.
“Definitely, Ebony.” I assured her.
“Okay. I look forward to hearing from you. You have a nice day.” She smiled at me, waved half-heartedly at Dan, and sashayed out of the restaurant.
Dan sat across from me grinning like a cat as he watched the Nubian Goddess walk away. I knew he could not wait for her to be out of earshot. When he saw his opening he reached across the table and flipped one end of the collar of my polo up.
“What was that for?” I asked laughing.
“I am popping your collar. You are a player man! That shit was like a movie. Eb-bon-ee.” Dan proclaimed. “She sure is Ebony. Even black chics are hollering at a playa!”
The black couple in the booth across from us gave Dan an annoyed look. I shrugged my shoulder to indicate it was not me.
“Have you ever dated a black chic, dude?” Dan asked loudly.
“Lower your voice!” I said to Dan. “No. I have never dated an African American.”
“Allan, dude, they don’t care if you say black or African American. As long as you do not call them the ‘N’ word, they are cool.” Dan said in his loud voice.
The black couple, woman and man, looked at Dan as though he were a dead man walking. If looks could kill, he would be dead this very moment. Here lies my friend Dan. Face down in some watery chowder, in booth number 9 at Orion’s Restaurant.
“I would never say the ‘n’ word” I said loud enough for the couple to hear.
The man and woman shook their head in pity for me for the behavior of my friend and continued to eat.
Dan got the hint and leaned forward to talk to me in barely a whisper.
“So, are you going to call her?” he asked.
“I don’t know.” I replied.
“Did you see those lips? Dude, you should totally bone her and tell me what it is like. I bet it would be some National Geographic, jungle fever love!” Dan exclaimed.
I shook my head at my friend, grabbed a few dollars out of my wallet to pay for my meal and walked off.
“What did I say!” Dan yelled behind me. “Call me if you bone the black chic. I meant, African American!”
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I was excited about my first date with Ebony tonight. I will admit, I had never dated a black woman before. I never really noticed them into I went off to college. My parents said they were not racist. However, I have overheard plenty of stereotypical comments they made about people of other races. Black people were always stealing or on crack according to them. I don’t recall having one black friend in grade school. I don’t really recall having a black kid in our school. Like Dan, I let MTV and BET depict to me what black people were about. The black women were usually scantily clad, long hair and finger nails, shaking their butts to the beat of the rapper’s song. If they were not dancing in a video, they were cooking in the kitchen. There were really no black people in Idaho.
When I went off to college to further my education, I broadened my mind as well. The African Americans in my class were just as smart, if not more so, than the whites. The African American women in our class did not look like they immediately left class to be in someone’s videos. I was drawn to one woman in particular. Gayle. Saying her name plays a theme song in my head. Her skin was the darkest I had ever seen. She was almost opal. Her skin was so smooth and pretty. Her teeth were gleaming white. Every time she looked my way, she would smile and wave at me. We studied for a few Psych exams simultaneously in the library. I can’t say we were together. She would be there. I would be there. We often sat at the same table. She would smile and nod to me. I would smile and nod to her. There was no way a beauty like her would want a nerdy white guy like me. I would have given my left arm to get a taste of her chocolate.
If I lined up all of the women of my past, you would see a pattern forming. Most of my girlfriends had long, brown hair and deep brown eyes. They were also all white. Well, one was born in Costa Rica. But her parents were white Americans. That is as exotic or different as it got.
My navigator system directed me to Ebony’s place. I became a little nervous as the street lights became scarcer and the people hanging out in the streets increased. None of them looked like me. Instinctively, I locked the door. My navigator system advised me I was just near my destination. I looked at the shabby apartment building. I was uneasy. There were four or five young, black males standing outside. I did not want to honk and be rude to Ebony. I did not want to call her to tell her I was outside either. I didn’t want to appear like a punk. I took a deep breath, clutched the lavender rose I bought for her, set my fears aside and began my wobbly legged walk up the path towards the men and Ebony’s building.
One man must have informed the others that I was coming up the walkway. All heads turned around and looked at me. I took each step carefully and deliberately. I did not want to show any fear. What was I fearful of? They were men just like me.
“What’s up man?” The tallest of the crew said to me.
“Hey. How are you?” I grimaced as the words came out. I bet I sounded like a dorky white guy.
Sporadic, friendly hellos came from the crew. I knew their eyes were on me as I walked past them. That did not hurt a bit. What was I so afraid of?
I made my way into the dimly lit corridor of the apartment building. I could hear the elevator clacking its way down to the ground floor. It opened very slowly, making a loud screeching noise as the doors moved. An elderly woman tried to drag a heavy cart out of the slowly opening doors. I rushed to her side to assist her.
“I have that for you ma’am.” I said.
“Why thank you baby! I appreciate that so much.” She replied giving me a warm smile.
I pulled the heavy cart through the elevator doors. The door to the elevator did not open all of the way. I was startled by a young man who came over and placed his hand on the cart.
“Thanks man. I got it. I appreciate you helping my grandmother though.” The young man said extending his hand to shake mine.
I gave him a quick shake. I looked around and saw there were stairs available. I used my better judgment and thought against using the elevator. Ebony lived on the third floor, so that would not be much of a walk. The pungent odor of the stairwell assaulted my nostrils immediately. It smelled like urine, old diapers and God knows what else. I put my hand over my nose and took the stairs three at a time. I finally made it to the third floor. I burst through the doors waiting to be greeted by fresher air. The air of the hallway was stifling, but not as pungent as the air of the stairwell.
“Slumming today are we?” A lady said looking at me suspiciously.
I ignored her comment and looked at the doors searching for apartment 4D. Found it. I knocked on the door gently. I realized afterwards there was a doorbell.
“Coming!” I could hear someone say.
The person began quickly removing chains off of the door. Finally, the door cracked. The look on Ebony’s face was of surprise. She gave me a bright smile and hugged me. Ebony. What a fitting name.
“Oh wow. I thought you would call me when you were outside so I could come down.” She said.
“A gentleman would come to your door to pick you up.” I replied.
I tried to keep my eyes on her face. I could not help but to notice the low cut, tan dress Ebony was wearing. Her full breasts looked as though they were struggling to be released. Her waist was so small in comparison to her wide hips. Her legs looked delicious. Her neatly manicured toes were on display in the gold heels she wore. Her hair was down now. She wore a bob that neatly framed her face. Her bangs hung over her eye, giving her a sexy Jessica Rabbit appeal. She bit her luscious glossed lips allowing me to enjoy the view. I could feel the tent building in my pants.
“Um, I brought you this rose.” I said nervously presenting the now beaten rose to her.
“Thank you Allan!” she said graciously. She planted a lip glossed kiss on my cheek.
I will not be washing that for days.
“Lavender roses represent enchantment.” I beamed.
“They also represent love at first sight.” She smiled “Let me go get my sweater and then I am ready to go!’
She left me standing there in a trail of her perfume. She smelled like a warm spring day in the park, amongst the flowers. I would love to sniff her flower. She came back, smiling at me. We made it safely out of the creaky, old elevator and main floor. The same group of guys were standing outside as we were leaving. They nodded at us as we left. I held her door open to my car, to her surprise, and she hopped in.
“So where would you like to go?” I asked.
“Wherever you take me.” she replied with a giggle.
I could have done a lot with that invitation. I chose to stick to the gentleman’s role.
“Do you eat seafood?” I asked.
“Sure.”
“Great. I know a nice little seafood place that I will take you to. Cool?”
“Cool!” she replied.
I fiddled with the radio station to find some music we could drive to. I was listening to a motivational CD on public speaking.
“What station would you like me to turn to?” I asked.
“Do you have any gangsta rap?” she asked.
She must’ve seen the expression on my face because she let out an infectious laugh. I laughed too, nervously.
“I like all music. Whatever you play, I will listen to.” She said.
“Okay, so Garth Brooks it is!” I joked.
Her eyes widened.
“Just kidding! Just kidding!” I held my hands up in mock surrender and left the radio on the local pop station.
Instinctively, I let down the windows of my car to enjoy the cool night air.
“Oh no! My hair!” Ebony proclaimed.
I looked over to see Ebony’s neat bob flying all over her head. I quickly hit the button to let the window up.
“I am so sorry Ebony.” I said.
“You know sistas don’t like messing up their hair!” she laughed. “You don’t roll the window down or drop the top of the car unless a sistas hair is pinned up. And you don’t go asking a sista to get her hair wet after a fresh relaxer. There is a waiting period of three weeks.”
“I didn’t know sistas hair had so many rules.” I mocked. “Can a sistas hair take the sunroof?”
“Why yes. Yes it can.” Ebony smiled at me.
I gave her my dimpled grin as I pushed the button to open the sunroof.
“So, what else do you know about sistas?” Ebony asked.
“Honestly, not much. You are the first sista, I mean African American woman that I have gone out with.” I replied.
“It’s okay to say black, Allan. It is less words.” She said. “So I am the first?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm. So why me?” she asked.
I bit my bottom lip. I really did not know how to answer that. Why her? I had never thought of dating a black woman before. I found them to be quite attractive. I had impregnated the article of my magazine with Meagan Goode plenty of times. I would die a happy man for one kiss from the lips of Kerry Washington. I have exchanged long glances with a black woman or two over time. And let’s not forget Gayle.
“I guess I never had the courage to approach a black woman before.” I finally replied.
“So had I not approached you, we would not be here right now?” Ebony asked.
“Honestly, we probably wouldn’t.” I replied.
“Well, you know what they say,” she chuckled “Once you go black-“
“You never go back!” I exclaimed.
She reached over and gave me a playful hit on the arm.
“No. Your credit rating goes down!” she said between giggles.
I loved hearing her laugh. I loved seeing it even more. Her beautiful, chocolate drop breasts would bounce up and down. Her full, luscious lips would expand, and then part, revealing her Colgate smile. She must have felt my eyes staring at her and decided to break the awkward silence.
“I have never dated a white man before, Allan.” She replied turning towards me.
“So, why me?” I asked.
She bit her bottom lip. It looked so sexy when she did. My pant tent had to be noticeable at this point.
“I don’t know. It is like your blue eyes were calling me. They were so beautiful. Your black hair really draws attention to them. You kinda reminded me of Clark Kent.” She laughed. “And your smile. It was so warming. I will be honest and say that curiosity played a big role in this. But I had to come and at least see if it were possible.”
I felt the blood rush to my face. I knew I was blushing again.
“Aww! Did I embarrass you?” Ebony an her manicured fingers across my arms.
I could feel the goose bumps popping up. It was like electricity surged through me from her touch. I had never been this aroused by a woman before.
We finally made it to the restaurant. There was a half hour wait, but I did not mind. The hostess raised her eyebrow when she looked at my companion. It seemed as though quite a few people were staring at us. Some glanced and quickly looked away. Some had no qualms with completely staring. Black men gave Ebony a look of disdain. I swore I one of them say “What a waste.” I did not care. I had a beautiful woman, a Nubian goddess, with me. I was entranced by her laughter. I hung on her every word. Our eyes stayed connected to each others. The wait time until we were seated seemed to fly by.
Ebony ordered a lobster dish with pasta. I ordered stuffed whiting. We ate and told each other of our lives. I told her about I was the eldest of four brothers and sisters. I attended Boise State University in Idaho and graduated with a Bachelors of Applied Science for Horticulture. She seemed impressed when I told her the rose I gave her was from my own garden.
Ebony said she was an only child. Her mother and father passed away a little more than two years ago in a car accident. She was currently attending college to obtain a nursing degree. She wanted to help others, especially children. She had never been married, was twenty-four, and loved just about everything under the sun. She was roommates with her cousin, who was like a sister to her.
We ate, laughed and enjoyed our wine. After dinner we took a nice stroll through the park nearby. The night air was cool. Ebony leaned closer to me for warmth. I thanked God for making it cool that night. I loved the feel of her warm breath. I rubbed her smooth skin to warm her and chase the goose bumps away. Our first date was beautiful.
Over the next few months, Ebony and I went on several special dates. She was such an amazing woman. We became exclusive. I gave her a key to my place, she gave me a key to hers. I brought her by my place and showed her my makeshift garden on the fire escape of my apartment. I told her I was planting something special for her.
“When will I see them Allan!” she said giddy.
“When the time is right, Ebony.” I replied.
That day we shared our first kiss. Her lips were softer and sweeter than I imagined. It seem as though time stood still and for that moment, we were the only two on earth. It was a hot summer’s night. Ebony wore a shit sundress. It made her look like an angel. Her pretty, brown eyes met mine. We paused in silence. I embraced her. I loved how she felt. Four months was well worth the wait for this kiss. I ran my fingers through her hair. I loved how it’s texture. I caressed the back of her neck and drew her lips to me once more. I kissed her lips passionately.
My hormones were in overdrive. I had to see how this woman felt. I wanted to be deep inside of her. We had agreed early on that we would not rush sex. We did not want to get into it just to see what it would be like to be with a person of another race. Our pact allowed me the opportunity to get to know Ebony on a mental level. I did not rush into the physical as I had in my past relationships. I found myself checking my cell phone several times a day for her call. I could hear her smile. I lay in bed many nights imagining what it was going to be like to be with her. If I finally had the opportunity to do so. I learned a lot about African Americans in general. A lot of the stereotypes I grew up believing were demolished. She was a woman, just like any other woman. Black, white, or other. She wanted a man to love her. She wanted a family. She wanted to be appreciated for her mind and not just her body. She wanted so much in life. And I wanted her.
We were kissing so long; we plopped down on the couch as our legs gave way. We continued to feed on each other’s lips. My hands became bolder than they had before. I slip my hands down Ebony’s long back, around her waist and made my way to her full breasts. I massaged her breasts until I could feel her nipples attempting to make their way out their restraints. Ebony let out deep sighs and continued to feed on my lips. I became bolder and slid my hand inside of her sundress and into her bra. I managed to get her nipple right nipple free. I kissed down her neck and spotted her stiff nipple peering at me. My warm mouth hungrily devoured her nipple. I flicked my tongue over her nipple, enjoying how she moaned and pulled my head closer. I pulled back to admire how my moist mouth made her chocolate nipples shine. I was hungry for more. Ebony allowed me to remove her arms from her sundress. I looked at her sitting there, nude from the waist up. She looked at me shyly and bit her bottom lip. That always drives me wild. I went in for more of her beautiful breasts. Savoring each one so the other one not be jealous.
Ebony’s body felt so warmed. She moaned so seductively in my ear. She kissed my neck and lips with as much desire as I was giving her. She clawed at the back of my neck. She nibbled on my ears. I rubbed her smooth back. I massaged her breasts. I sucked her nipples until they almost felt as though they would burst. My right hand found her thigh. My hand was on her smooth skin. I slid my hand slowly up her thigh until I met her garden. I could feel that she was not wearing any panties. I smiled to myself as my fingers enjoyed her wetness. She let out another seductive moan. I sucked at her nipple and dove my finger deeper inside of her. She arched her back to receive me. The room filled with the scent of her desire.
“I want you Ebony. I want you so badly!” I whispered in her ear.
She moved my hand from her moisture and began buttoning her sun dress to cover her nude body. I looked at her puzzled.
“Did I do something wrong? Is everything ok?” I asked.
The moonlight peering through the window cast a shadow across her face. I could see that her eyes were filling with tears. She hurriedly dressed herself and stood up.
“I can’t right now Allan.” She said trying to fight back the tears.
I was so confused. I thought this was what she wanted too. She seemed to be enjoying how I was making her body feel.
“Ebony, please tell me. Did I do something wrong?” I pleaded.
She shook her head quickly and made her way to the door. I had to move quickly to catch up to her.
“Baby! Is everything okay? I thought you wanted me too. I didn’t mean to cross a line here.” I assured her.
She finally stopped attempting to run from me and let go of her grip on the door. Tears streaked her cheeks.
“I do want you Allan. I really do. But I don’t want to do this until the time is right. You did nothing wrong.” She leaned toward me and gave me the most endearing embrace.
I hugged her not wanting to let her go. I did not know what was troubling her. I wanted to relieve her of whatever it was that burdened her. But I had grown to know Ebony. She would tell me on her own time. If I pressed her, she would pull away. She gave me a long kiss good night.
Three weeks had passed since I heard from Ebony. My phone calls were not returned. I did not want to pop up at her place. I wondered if she was seeing someone else. I wondered if she did not want to be with me because I was not black. Dan could not believe I was being so patient and so faithful to a woman I had not had sex with yet.
“Man, I don’t think I want to date a black woman.” He said. “Once you go black, they make your mind whack.”
By the sixth week, I had given up on Ebony. I wondered if I was just an experiment for her. I lathered the shampoo in my hand and began to wash my hair. I guess I needed to free my mind of her. I suppose it was not meant to be. I lathered my body up real good with soap. It was Friday and I refused to stay in the house pining over one woman. I tried to gear my mind up that I was going to be a beast tonight on the town. I had not had sex in so long, waiting for Ebony. I let the water cover my face. Through watery eyes, I thought I saw a shadowy figure outside of my shower. I grabbed my wash cloth and wiped the shampoo away from my eyes. I grabbed my towel so I could check to see if what I thought I saw was accurate.
I felt her hands caress my cheeks. I could make it the shadowy figure. It was Ebony.
“I am so sorry I startled you Allan.” She said. “I knocked at the door but no one answered. I used my key to let myself in.”
She bit her bottom lip nervously, bracing herself for what I was going to say. It drove me wild when she did that. I was too excited to ruin this moment by yelling at her. I was just so happy to have her here.
“I am making a mess, huh?” she said looking at the puddle that was forming outside of my shower.
She stepped out of her shoes and climbed into the shower with me, fully clothed.
“But baby I thought you said sistas don’t like getting their hair wet?” I said jokingly.
“It has been a little more than three weeks. And hell, I would do anything for love.” She smiled.
She slid her pants over her shapely thighs. The water poured down on her head. She laughed and flipped her wet hair back. She attempted to pull her shirt over her head. I came over to help her. Her eyes met mine as she took her lacey bra off. Her beautiful chocolate mounds popped free. She slowly slid her panties off. For the first time she stood before me, nude. Her body was shapelier than I had imagined. Every curve looked as though God handcrafted them himself. He took a little extra time and added extra detail to the area where the small of her back met her ass. It was so round and sexy. It added to her curvatures. I did not try to hide my erect manhood.
Ebony came towards me and began to kiss me with those full lips. Her kiss was different. It was with more passion than before. I had to lean against the shower wall to steady myself. She was ravenous. The water from the shower rained down on us. Her hair was drenched. The beads of water crystallized her chocolate body. I let my hands roam freely down her back, to her waist and rest on her ample ass. I loved how this felt. I loved how she tasted.
“I love you Ebony!”
The words poured from my lips before I knew it. I was in shock for a moment before I realized I uttered them. Then I felt validated by my words. I repeated them again.
“I love you Ebony. I love you so much baby.”
The water from the shower was now greeted by tears of my own. It felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted off of my shoulders. All of those weeks of not seeing her did not matter. It was as though I saw her just yesterday. I loved this woman. I wanted her. I needed her to know this.
“I love you.” I said again, caressing her face.
I was looking down into her beautiful brown eyes. I could see that tears were forming. I braced myself, hoping she would not run off again. I would not stop her. She knew how I felt. She would have to accept it or leave it. Her body trembled. Her lips moved but no words were uttered. Finally, she grabbed me and hugged me so tightly.
“I love you too Allan! I love you too!” she was sobbing uncontrollably.
I had to hold her so she would not fall. I picked her wet, shivering body up and carried her to my bedroom. We both lay in my bed, soaked. Ebony began kissing me with her full lips. I kissed her. We were kissing each other like we would never see one another again.
My hands caressed her chocolate mounds. I tasted her delicious skin once again. I massaged at her breasts as she moaned. Goosebumps made their way over my body. I kissed on her sweet body. I let my tongue glide over her nipples until she begged for me to stop. I kissed down her stomach, following the black line that pointed me to salvation. Ebony rose slightly to look down at me. Her legs were trembling. I paused. I wanted to be sure I did not violate her trust in any way. She nodded her head at me.
“It is time Allan.”
Her words were music to my ears. I was anxious to dive into her wet desire. But I did not want to rush this moment. For the first time, I would be tasting her sweet, sweet chocolate. I kissed her thick thighs. I sucked on her manicured toes. I allowed my lips to taste each part of her body. I feasted on her like the last supper. I drove her crazy. I teased and pleased her until it was time for dessert.
I spread her legs and looked at the sight before me. Her petals of her flower were so big and brown. I could see her pink center. A thin outline of dark curly hairs adorned her garden. I used my fingers to move her pedals aside and took in the beauty of her waiting bulb. I sucked gently at her clitoris. Her body shivered. My lips covered her desire. I savored her sweetness. I indulged on her chocolate. I drove her crazy. Her wet hair thrashed everywhere. She clawed at my back. She pulled me into her garden and pushed me out. She tried to calm herself to take the intensity of my tongue. She climaxed, and climaxed again.
“Allan, please. I need to feel you inside of me.” Ebony begged.
She pulled me up to her and kissed her love from my lips. She pushed me forcefully onto the bed. Her aggressiveness turned me on. I was harder than I had ever been. Her smooth hands ran down my chest. Her manicured nails ran over my thighs. She caressed my manhood gently. I looked at her as she lowered her full, luscious lips over my head. The contrast of her succulent brown lips against my pink head was almost artistic. She winked at me as though she were reading my mind. Her lips covered my manhood. I was in heaven. She sucked gently. Her tongue gently making love to my shaft. Her full lips quivered over my shaft. I don’t know how she did it, but her lips made the scene even more seductive. She clawed at my stomach with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. The sensation was stunning. A curled my toes so tightly, I cramped.
She used her mouth to make love to me, bringing me to the brink of an orgasm. Then she released my dick from her mouth. I looked in despair for her to continue to bring my body so much pleasure. She climbed up on top of me, leaned forward and planted a kiss on my lips.
“You were so delicious, Allan.” She smiled at me. “Are you ready for me to take you for a ride?”
I nodded my head excitedly.
“Are you ready for me to take you through the jungles of Africa, Allan?”
I nodded my head more frantically. My body screamed for her. There was an orgasm building in my belly and waiting to be released.
Ebony kissed me once again on my lips. With a sinister smile, she climbed off of me and repositioned herself. She stood over me, with her back facing me. She squatted down slowly over my erect dick. Her ass looked glorious from this view. I almost exploded immediately when her wet garden made contact with my hoe. She slid every inch of me inside of her. Round and round. She worked my hips. I gripped at the sheets as she moved meticulously. She rolled her hips round and round on my dick. She would raise her body, using her legs and squat back down quickly planting all of me inside of her. I tried so hard not to cum. The sight of her beautiful chocolate ass wiggling around could drive any sane man crazy. She repositioned herself out of her squatting position, still housing my manhood deep inside of her. She leaned back allowing me to caress her chocolate mounds. I stroked at her neck. I pulled at her hard nipples as she moaned. She continued to grind her hips, soaking my thighs with her chocolate love. I could feel her pussy grip my dick tightly, then release it slightly. She massaged my balls as she slid up and down my dick in the reverse position. I couldn’t hold it in any more.
“Baby, I am about to let it go!” I yelled.
She quickly slid me out of her hot twat and into her thick ass. I had not time to state my apprehensions of inserting my penis into her ass. Her full, chocolate ass devoured my dick. Her additional sweet spot sucked the cream from my body. I gave her every drop I had inside of me. I grabbed her waist as she let her ass suck me dry. I clenched my teeth and released all of my love inside of her. We lay, wet, exhausted and covered in our love for each other.
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I watched her as she slept peacefully. Her black hair stuck to her smooth brown skin. Her long lashes looked hand painted. Ebony’s beautiful body covered my bed. She was filled with my love. Ebony. Such a fitting name.
I went to my makeshift garden on the fire escape. I had carefully cultivated these roses over the last few months. Much like I helped to cultivate the love I have for Ebony. With patience, tolerance and understand, our love bloomed. These roses bloomed. They were a beautiful, deep shade of red. Their scent was light, not overpowering. It filled the morning air. It was time. Time to select twelve of the most beautiful roses I could find in my garden. It was time to give these roses to the sweetest, loving, most beautiful woman I had ever known. My Nubian goddess. These red roses were for Ebony.
