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Jungle Fever
It was one of those awkward moments in life, when deep down in your subconscious you know what you’re about to do is probably a bad idea but your conscious self really doesn’t give a shit. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised really. Everyone had already started labeling me as the rebel of the family, what with my earrings and all. I just never thought something like this would ever happen.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah. One of those awkward moments in life. There I was, a “good ole boy” from the backroads of Kentucky, shacked up with a black girl (of all things) and I started to think back to how this unexpected moment had occurred . . .
It was a Saturday night (not in the least bit average) and my best friend and I were sitting inside a local gentleman’s club. It was the last night of freedom for my bud, before he went off and married that bitch with the attitude, so the least I could do, being the good friend that I am, was show him what he was gonna be missing. What can I say, I’m a nice guy.
Anyway, we sat down at a table fairly close to the action and ordered a few beers when the cute little redhead came to take our order. I had decided that first we’d just scope the place out and make sure that it was the kind of establishment that we’d be comfortable with. It wasn’t long before Red brought us our drinks and flirted with us a bit.
Couldn’t blame her for trying to get a good tip.
I asked him what he thought and he simply said, “Yeah I think I’m cool with this place. It doesn’t seem too bad.” With that decided I excused my self, saying that the beer had already made its way through me and I headed for the bathrooms. As I turned the bar I casually looked back and Jeremy’s eyes were fixed on the dancers, so he didn’t see me stop at the corner of the bar and ask to talk to a manager.
The barkeep looked at me kind of strangely and asked if I had a complaint. “Nah”, I said, “I just need to talk with him about something.”
The barkeep just sort of chuckled at that and told me to sit down and went to the back of the bar and whispered to one of the girls. I sat there for a few minutes when a middle-aged woman in a white business suit sat down next to me and introduced herself as the manager. Admitting my error in judgement, I explained the situation of my friend’s plans for the following day and that I had hoped to give him a going away present in the form of some pretty ladies.
“Now wait a minute, we’re not that kind of club . . “ she started, but I cut her off before she could finish.
“No No, I just want them to dance for him and flirt with him. I just want him to have a good time, that’s all.”
“And you?” she asked skeptically, “I suppose you wouldn’t mind a little bit of attention yourself, huh?”
Can’t say that I was surprised. I had expected a little skepticism about my offer, but this night was all about my bud. If I wanted entertainment I could come here by myself any night of the week. “Nope, I don’t expect or want anything from this except to see my bud enjoying his last free night. All of the girls’ attentions are to be centered on him alone.”
I felt rather satisfied at the surprise that flashed across her face. I think I actually shocked her. Whether she believed me or not was another matter entirely.
“Okay. Fine. But you pay up front now, and if we don’t like your or your friends behavior, we’ll ask you to leave and we keep the money.”
“Fine by me. But there shouldn’t be any problems.”
With that I stood up and glanced at my friend, who was chatting with Red, so I paid the manager and took the opportunity to make my way back to our table. I noticed when I sat down that Red had brought us a few more beers and there were two shots each of Tequila by each of our seats. I looked quizzically in her direction and she quickly jumped to explain, “Those are compliments of the women at the end of the bar.”
I looked up to the bar and noticed two blondes, with Tequilas of their own who flashed us both a wink and a smile and lifted up their glasses in a mock toast. Being the gentleman that I am, I raised my glass in acceptance and did the shot, biting the lime hard, but I wasn’t interested in either girl. I’d done blonde before, and it got old pretty fast.
Then the silence was cut by a deep voice, “Mind if we join the party fellas.” Both of us twisted to the direction of the voice in unison and our jaws hit the floor as we took in the scene. Five girls were standing there in a wide variety of colors and sizes, and I couldn’t help but grin as they all slowly made their way over to my buddy. I think Jeremy was having sensory overload as he started to realize what exactly was going on. In fact I think he almost busted a nut right then and there when the cute little brunette in the white dress shirt and tie (nothing else) bent over in front of him and sat down on his lap.
I just sat back and enjoyed the show, seeing as how I had no claim to stake in this scenario. The ladies teased and taunted my friend to the point of insanity as Red continued to fuel our parched throats.
I was in the middle of my fifth Corona, after the Tequila shots, when a smooth, saucy voice spoke behind me. “Y’know sugah, it’s a shame you ain’t getting none o’ that action y’self.”
“Not really,” I explained, “I’m just giving my buddy there the best damn bachelor’s party a man could hope for. Besides, I don’t think I could afford another entertainer at this point.” I said as I motioned to the four empty beer bottles in front of me.
“Who said this was gonna cost ya, sugah,” she said as I started to turn around. But she quickly and forcefully turned my head back around and reprimanded me. “Uh huh, not until I say you can.”
Yeah, I’d played this game too, and it had lost its flavor too, but I was intrigued a little. So I continued to stare straight ahead as I and the mystery voice flirted away like nobody’s business. This continued for about an hour, my buddy having the time of his life, when I finally really did have to take a piss, so I excused myself and started to stand up. Then these two arms wrapped around my shoulders from behind, to keep me in my seat and I almost shit a brick. The arms I was looking at were a cross between mocha and almond in color, and I totally freaked out in response. Jerking upright to my feet I turned around and for the first time got a full glance at the girl who I’d been openly flirting with for well over an hour.
She had a perfect figure with hints of oriental and african ancestry. In a stark panic, I took off at a sprint and burst into the men’s restroom, closing the stall door behind me and trying to catch my breath.
Growing up in the backroads of Kentucky, like I did, there were two main rules that one was supposed to live by. (1) Make sure the safety is on, and (2) Blacks and Whites don’t mix. I had held these two rules in check for nigh on 22 years and there I had been, coming on to that girl. I couldn’t believe what I’d almost done and regretted and my stomach tightened in response to one solitary thought.
I’d liked her. A lot. And not just before I saw her. She was not just attractive; she was beautiful. This thought had barely formed when I started vomiting into the toilet behind me. I carried on like this for about 10 minutes, renewing the act every time I remembered my lustful thoughts of that girl.
Finally I settled myself down and explained it off as a simple case of alcohol. Sure, even a dog looked pretty when you were drunk.
Satisfied that I had expelled all traces of my transgression, I emptied my self and walked back out into the club. I immediately walked over and sat down next to my buddy. “We gotta go dude, I don’t feel comfortable in here anymore.”
“What!? You go if you want, man, but I’m stayin a little longer,” he slurred as a tall tanned blonde pulled his face snuggly to her chest. What was I thinking, there was no way I was getting through to him. But I couldn’t stay here. I was obviously too drunk to think clearly, so I decided I would talk to the manager first, and make sure that my friend would be taken care of, and then I was headed for home.
I maneuvered my way back to the corner of the bar where I had first introduced myself to the manager, but the barkeep was nowhere to be seen. Finally getting frustrated I decided to risk getting kicked out and I showed myself into the back of the club.
I slowly and uneasily walked down a partially lit hall, checking a few rooms to no avail, when I finally came upon a room marked Meeting Room. Logically, I figured, where better to meet the manager than the Meeting Room.
I opened the door and stepped into a red lit room with mirrors all along the walls and a comfortable looking couch towards the back wall. And that couch looked extremely comfortable. So I figured I’d just lay down for a bit as I waited for the manager to arrive.
Next thing I knew, I was startled awake to the sound of a door lock being engaged and I looked up to see the black girl latching the door to the room. I didn’t know what she wanted but I knew that I wanted no part of it, so I stood up. A little too quickly. So quickly, in fact, that I fell back down on the floor and the back of my head bounced around like a fresh melon.
“What’s a matte’ sugah? Don’t you like your coffee black? Haven’t you heard? Once you’ve had it black, you’ll never go back.”
At this point I couldn’t even mouth the words to protest, so I crawled back onto the couch and waited for her to make her move. Being experienced at performing for the crowd, she grabbed a chair out of the corner of the room and turning it backwards, she spread her legs and sat down. She then wrapped her legs around the legs of the chair and arched backwards until her head was touching the floor. Then with a hand on each side she undid the clasps on her panties and yanked them off.
Now I’d never scene a black woman’s pussy before, let alone a shaved one, so I guess you could say that this was a virgin experience for me. But I would be lying to you if I said that the site didn’t make me stand to attention. While she was arched like that she must have removed her bra too, leaving nothing but the garter belt and stockings, high heels, and shoulder long gloves, all in white.
The site of the contrast between her darker skin and the pure white garments almost had me nutting on the spot and a slight chill ran through my body. I held my head in my hand and attempted to shake the cobwebs out. What the hell was I thinking?
Then all of a sudden, she was there with me on the couch, the ceiling above spinning like a childish memory of playground merry-go-rounds. I felt her lips and tongue striving to invade my mouth and her hand at my crotch and all I could think was that I wanted her to stop. Then my hand was entangled in her hair and her head was jerked back away from me. She was whimpering and asking me to stop and I just sat there for a second, unaware that I was the one holding her back.
With a shudder at what I was capable of, I let go of her hair and she collapsed to the floor, crawling away and sobbing violently.
I tried to apologize, but what could I say. How do you apologize for something like that? Again I experienced the violent retching from the back of my throat as my stomach tried to expel something. I felt like my soul was being ripped apart. A man who hit a woman was a coward, and here I’d almost done it myself. Being drunk wasn’t an excuse. So I just sat there, retching in silence, for almost 15 minutes before I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. I looked over, the room blurring as my eyes tried unsuccessfully to readjust, and I noticed that the girl was getting up from the floor and sitting down onto the couch next to me.
“I’m . . I mean . . .I uh didn’t mean to . . . “. Hell I couldn’t even get the words out to let her know that I WAS sorry.
But she simply nodded her head and said, “Yeah I know. You’re sorry. You never do this. You were only drunk. Trust me, I’ve heard the story a million times.”
So she didn’t believe me. What did I care though. She was the one who had been violating me. If anyone needed to apologize it was her. But I did feel bad, and I needed to have her forgiveness. So I reached over and grabbed her hand. And in that one instant, my whole world was turned on end.
It was like our bodies had been two live conductors and electricity flowed between us till my whole body was on fire. Every nerve standing on end, I couldn’t stop focusing on her eyes. And with casualness indicative of someone well associated with intimacy, she leaned over and kissed me deeply.
This time I wanted her to kiss me. This time I wanted her to touch me. This time I simply wanted her. Reaching my hands behind her head I slowly massaged the back of her head, trying to sooth the pain I had caused. Then with a light tug, I pulled her hair so that she had to lean her head back, and I lapped and nibbled at her neck. In response she moaned loudly and told me to go lower.
So I licked my way down the base of her neckline and trailed my way down to the crest between her breasts. With my left hand I reached over and pinched her left nipple, while my tongue darted out and teased her right one. She leaned back to offer her breasts up to me and I devoured her breast into my mouth, sucking heavily on the dark nipples.
While I was doing this, she must have sneaked a hand into her pussy because she brought it near my lips and when I sucked on her fingers I could taste her juices. She then trailed her wet fingers down her stomach, leaving a dark wet trail and inserted two fingers into her pussy.
I reached my hand down to her crotch and rubbed my thumb against her clit as she frigged herself frantically. Hungrily I took her breast back into my mouth and licked around her perky nipples, as her whole body gyrated there on the couch.
Testing her pussy I dipped my thumb in and it came out slick with her juices, so I decided to put this woman to the real test. Standing up next to the couch I unbuttoned my jeans and let them fall to the floor and I bent her across one of the arms of the chair.
She looked over her shoulder at me as her ass stuck straight into the air, tempting me. From this vantagepoint I could clearly see a bright yellow tattoo of a smiling sun on her left shoulder. I leaned over and licked it as I reached between her legs and rubbed my palm against her shaved mound. Then I rubbed her juices around the head of my cock and slid into her.
She breathed in deeply when I first entered her and she leaned over and clutched the couch arm tightly as I slowly slid in and out of her. I had never considered myself a master at the art of love making, but I must have been doing something right because she was bucking frantically against me, moaning deeply with each thrust.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door and I froze solid. My partner however must not have heard it, however, because she continued to moan and holler, impaling herself on my dick. This time a voice accompanied the knock, so I reached my hand around and covered her mouth to at least keep up the appearance that nothing was going on inside the Meeting Room.
And she must have thought I was getting kinky, because my partner started licking and swallowing my fingers like a miniature cock.
Finally the knocking had ceased, but I didn’t want to take the chance of another intrusion, so I flipped her over onto her back and thrust back into her wetness. From this view I could see her perfect body tensing with each thrust, and I found myself craving her more than ever. As I set up a steady rhythm, I leaned over and suckled her breast, biting it softly for extra stimulation.
“Sure you want the finishing touch, whitebread. Remember what I said. You’ll never go back.” She said as she flashed me a devilish grin.
With a sinister grin of my own and a soft chuckle, I increased the pace, intent on testing her theory. And from what I could tell, I wouldn’t have to wait long. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last much longer with the way my balls were swelling up, so I thrust into her rigidly a few more times as I cleared the pique of my orgasm. As I came inside her she erupted into her own orgasm, her well trained pussy milking me dry. I could feel her tight clam clutching at my manhood, and saw a few drops of my cum leak out of her. And that’s the last thing I remember before passing out.
Next thing I knew one of the girls who’d been dancing for my friend called out “He’s in here” to someone out of view and stepped into the room. Jeremy and the manager followed her and they all helped me get up onto my feet.
I looked around the room, hoping that I hadn’t been caught, but everything was in order and my pants were zipped back up and perfectly in place.
I started to wonder if I’d dreamt the whole thing when the black girl walked in behind the rest of the crowd and shot me a quick wink before everyone else noticed her presence. They informed me that it was closing time and that they could hail a taxi for my friend and me if we needed it. I said that’d be fine and I hesitated slightly as I put my hands in my pocket and found something stuck in one of them. I looked up and the girl put her finger to her lips in a shushing motion so I just left it there.
After I made it home, I emptied my pockets and there was the girl’s panties and a note that read like this:
Hi,
I’m glad we got together tonight. My names Kim and I am usually on every Tuesday and Thursday. If you want to give me a call sometime then my numbers listed below.
If not, take care sugah. You’re one hell of a lover.
Kisses
Kim
With that final word I clutched the letter to my chest and fell back onto my bed in a deep, fantasy filled slumber.
Of course I couldn’t help calling her up and setting up more of a traditional date. I know that I’ll catch a lot of shit from the family, but that’s their problem. Love doesn’t care about race or age or size. Love, unlike justice, is truly blind and those who attempt to restrain her are only asking for a major asswhoopin. So here we are, heading into town to finally introduce her to my parents. And I found myself in one of those awkward moments in life.
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