Samantha checked her phone for the hundredth time, willing it to ring and give her an out. She knew she had agreed to this, but the more she thought about it, the crazier it seemed. A well-endowed black man was on his way to their upscale apartment, and all because her boyfriend, Brad, thought it would be "fun."
Just as she was about to text Brad a fake emergency, he walked into the living room, wearing a smug grin. "He's on his way, babe. You're gonna love it," he said, patting her on the head like a dog.
Samantha rolled her eyes and muttered under her breath, "I must be out of my fucking mind."
Before she could say anything else, the doorbell rang, and Brad practically sprinted to answer it. Samantha took a deep breath and stood up, determined to at least give this a shot.
She watched as Brad led the muscular, well-endowed black man into the living room. Samantha couldn't help but stare at the obvious bulge in his pants. Tyrone smiled at her, and Samantha felt a strange mixture of fear and excitement.
Brad, ever the asshole, gestured towards the bedroom, "Shall we?"
Samantha shot him a death glare but followed Tyrone into the bedroom, leaving Brad to twiddle his thumbs in the living room.
As soon as the door closed, Samantha turned to Tyrone, "Look, I don't know what Brad told you, but I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this."
Tyrone held up his hands, "Hey, no pressure. We can just talk if you want."
Samantha raised an eyebrow, "Just talk?"
Tyrone nodded, "Yeah, we can get to know each other. I'm not here to force you into anything."
Samantha sighed in relief, "Okay, that sounds good. Let's just talk."
They sat down on the bed, and Samantha couldn't help but notice how close Tyrone was sitting to her. She scooted a few inches away, and Tyrone chuckled.
"You don't have to be afraid of me, Samantha," he said, his voice deep and soothing.
Samantha looked into his eyes and saw nothing but kindness. She felt a sudden urge to reach out and touch him, but she resisted.
Tyrone leaned in closer, "You're a beautiful woman, Samantha. I can't help but be attracted to you."
Samantha's heart started racing. She had never been with a black man before, and the thought both excited and scared her.
Tyrone must have sensed her apprehension because he took a step back.
"It's okay, Samantha. We can take this slow," he said, his voice gentle.
Samantha nodded, "Yeah, let's take it slow."
Tyrone smiled and reached out to take her hand. Samantha hesitated for a moment but then let him take it.
Tyrone started rubbing her hand gently, and Samantha felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. She had never felt anything like this before.
Tyrone leaned in closer, "You like that, Samantha?"
Samantha nodded, unable to speak.
Tyrone started rubbing her hand more vigorously, and Samantha felt herself getting wet. She had never been this turned on before.
Tyrone must have noticed because he started rubbing her thigh. Samantha let out a soft moan.
Tyrone leaned in closer, "You're so wet, Samantha. Do you want me to touch you?"
Samantha nodded, unable to speak.
Tyrone started rubbing her clit through her pants, and Samantha felt herself on the brink of orgasm.
Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and Brad walked in.
"What the fuck is going on here?" he yelled.
Samantha quickly pushed Tyrone away and stood up.
"Nothing, Brad. We were just talking," she said, trying to sound calm.
Brad looked at her incredulously, "Talking? You're fucking wet, Samantha!"
Samantha looked down and saw that her pants were indeed wet. She had never been this embarrassed before.
Tyrone stood up, "Look, man, I didn't mean to overstep. I thought you said it was okay."
Brad glared at Tyrone, "Get the fuck out of my apartment."
Tyrone quickly grabbed his things and left, leaving Samantha alone with Brad.
Brad turned to her, "You're a fucking slut, Samantha. I can't believe you did this to me."
Samantha felt a surge of anger. She had never been called a slut before, and she wasn't going to stand for it.
"Fuck you, Brad. I didn't do anything wrong. You're the one who convinced me to do this."
Brad looked at her, shocked.
Samantha continued, "I'm leaving you, Brad. I can't be with someone who thinks of me as a slut."
Brad looked at her, hurt.
Samantha grabbed her things and left, slamming the door behind her.
As she walked out of the apartment, she couldn't help but think about Tyrone. She had never felt anything like what she felt with him.
She smiled to herself. Maybe this was the start of something new and exciting.
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