THE PARTY

 

THE PARTY

While I had not been on the job, for very long, I did have a polite co-worker, whom I enjoyed interracting with.

Now, sure, some said that I was just looking for some “chocolate love”, but, honestly, I just liked the ebony woman since we spoke without profanity.

That and, un-like our co-workers, we put the job, first.

In fact, the only time when the boss found “problems” was when they entered our area’s from the opposite end, of where we started work.

Still, I tried to not show much arousal the “day” when she asked if we could talk.

Now, while she was no “Miss Universe”, I must admit that her size “C” chest did give me cause. In fact, she smiled as she said “God, thats what I wanted to see. How would you like to see some more women?”

When I asked “What kind?” She promised “All kinds. Women, as petite as teens, and as big as houses.”

When I asked about “costs”, she smiled as she said “Only if you want to pay for priviledge.”

The day of the party, we met as she directed, and, on the way to the party, she explained:

“The sista’s have had it with “brotha’s” who TALK big, yet dont do anything. They just sit around, gathering benefits, while drinking, and whoring around.”

She would continue, saying “The sista’s want to find out if white boys are better. The sista’s want to know if white boys are more ambitious.”

When we arrived, at the party, my “escort” gave me a card, saying “Mark the names of any woman you really want. The women will check your card, to see if you want her.”

When I asked “What if she does not want me?” My escort would whisper “In that case, she would not be here.”

Now, while I put together a list of eight women whom I would love to have sex with, I must admit that I had a terrible time controlling myself, when the first woman came up, smiled, and half-whispered “Hello”.

When she sat close, I pout an arm around her, and drew her in, for a kiss. A deep, French, kiss.

Before I knew it, she had mine out, and was caressing it, just as I caressed her ebony skin.

By the time I could “think” next, our clothes lay beside us, and she was moaning, as I seduced her.

When I made love to her, she smiled even as I caressed her inside and out. I just wish that I had not climaxed so fast. I mean, it felt as though I had loved her, twice, back-to-back.

That is, until she asked me to dismount, and she whispered “I should move on. That is, before you say “I love you”, again.”

I remember thinking of how to say “I love you”, but I had no idea.

She kissed me as she smiled and said “Any more and I would have married you.”

She when she departed, and re-joined the group, another young woman, whose beauty, and youth matched a one time friend, of mine, and the womans man, who was asking “Why wont you fuck me?”

When she saw Crystal return to the party, she asked Crystal “Was the homo really that bad, that you leave him so soon?” Crystal would say “Be careful. He is NO homo.” When the lady said “Youre kidding, right?”

Crystal said “Beware of his kiss, and his touch. That man is…”

Lisa thought about this, but only for a moment, until her own “man” profanely told her “Come on. I want some.”

When Lisa saw Crystal smiling, she decided to see for herself. She told Crystal “If you want my man, you can have him.” Crystal said “NO thanks”, loud enough for the “man” to hear her.

By the time Lisa came to me, she did so, saying “My friend says you have plenty to show a girl. Want to show me?” I told her “Of course.”

With that, we shed our clothes, and Lisa found out what Crystal had been talking about. This as I took my time, seducing Lisa, then slipping it in, once she was aroused.

I, somehow, made love to Lisa, four times, before I had to stop to rest. When she snuggled up to me, she noticed that I did the opposite of what a homo would do. I took her into my arms, kissed her, again, then rested.

When she asked “How often can you do it?” I told her “For you, my love, as often as you want.”

While we made love, later, we heard some of the other couples being very profane. Women who said vibrators would be better companions, and men who said that, if women were any flatter, they could be runways, for planes.

Personally, I found Lisa’s “B” size chest just excellent.

Dawn was just creeping over the horizon when Lisa suggested “We should be going.”

After we dressed, but before we departed the “party”, Lisa looked about, yet found only empty beer cans, snack bags, and used rubbers.

It was as I walked her home, that Lisa suggested “We could get together, some time. Maybe something simple.” When I suggested “A walk in a park?” Lisa smiled as she suggested “That sounds good, with, maybe a snack, afterwards?”

While Lisa felt certain that a man, old enough to be her father, would have just as limited a sex-drive, she learned many differences between what she thought, and what was real.

After all, her father had four, adult children, by her mother. The two had been together since who-knows-when. Lisa did notice that, while her father was younger than I was, he was more than double my size.

Add in the fact that, while her mother kept house, her father watched, and listened, to sports, and drank beer. Never to excess.

This is why Lisa kept dating me. She wanted to find out how long it would take for me to drop my “fitness” quest, and become like her father.

During the two years that she waited, Lisa watched as I grew stronger, and was more able to satisfy her.

When Lisa decided to ask her mother, discreetly, mother smiled as Lisa almost whispered the question:

I dont know what to do. MY last man was not so romantic, but he was more muscular. MY current man works out, probably daily, yet he does not show it.

Mom, I need to ask you. If I want a man to nurse, yet my boyfriend refuses to, while my friend (and Lisa smiled as bright as the sun). Her mother would ask “Which man is better in bed?” Lisa would say “Not a fair question. I mean, my friend…” Her mother would say “Child, I have not seen you this happy since you graduated grade school. If your friend makes you happy.”

After this, Lisa went to three of her boyfriends boxing matches, yet she felt that he was more interested in the boxing. This since, when the two were together, he got finished and left, as soon as possible.

Locally, the post high school athlete could break any mans skull, and left most opponents knocked out. Lisa knew his plan was to become the best in the county.

Then, there was me. I only got physical wirth my work-outs, and with Lisa.

When she joined me in attending some events, Lisa found herself discussing topics with people from around the state.

This, as I discussed plans which might cost millions, but would save billions.

It was because these meetings were held at local motels that Lisa got her first look inside the places.

This, and Lisa noticed, there was no beer, no pretzels, and the only profanity might be if someone were injured.

Also, to Lisa’s annoyance, her mother began cutting articles out of newspapers, about myself. When Lisa reminded her mother “I may be dating him but I am not marrying him.” Her mother was annoying as she kept saying “A mother can dream”.

The time when Lisa KNEW her life had changed, forever, was when she began doing speaking engagements, and she had to decline several dates, with her boyfriend.

She thought/hoped her cared enough, to hang on. Lisa found out the truth when he began dating other women.

This while Lisa was busy helping me.

Before she knew it, Lisa had become a public figure, herself, and her mother began collecting articles on her.

Her siblings began refering to her as “Look at the star. All dressed and ready for her public.” That is, until their father would say “Knock it off. She is, still, your sister.”

Lisa was not sure where the future would lead her. All she knew was that she had ME, to fulfill her “needs”, and she was learning more about the world than she ever thought she would know.

She had no idea of where this future would take her.

And, to think that it all started with some passionate sex, at a party.