My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4) - Sex Stories

My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4)

... and made awkward small talk for a few minutes while he gulped down some tea. Something was bothering him. He wasn't making eye contact. He seemed like he was in a hurry. I forgot about being turned on an began to get a little concerned. “Is something wrong?” “It's nothing. I'm cool.” He wasn't cool at all. Now I really was concerned. He looked like he was close to a panic. I pointed to a kitchen chair. “Sit. Go on.” I sat across from him. “Did I do something wrong? Everything seemed fine a few minutes ago. Was it something I said?” He toyed with his empty iced tea glass. I got up and grabbed the pitcher from the refrigerator. Finally, he spoke up. “I just get a little nervous being in um...in a white lady's house.” “What? Why?” “When I was a k**, I went to a birthday party. Some shit got stolen. I got blamed. The lady who owned the house and two of the other mothers, all white ladies, were sure I did it. Cops got called. It all got scary for me. I heard one of the ladies call me a nigger when she thought I couldn't hear her.” “Oh my god, Ramell! I'm so sorry. Did they ever find out who took the stuff?” “Yeah! Turned out later that it wasn't even stolen at the party. Her older son had come home a few days before and swiped it. They found it in a pawn shop. Anyways, since then...I don't know. I get a little edgy around white ladies, Miss Kate. Sorry.” When I came back with the pitcher, I sat next to him and poured him a glass. “You've got nothing to be sorry about, Ramell. ...

... That was a fucked up situation.” He nodded. “I should get back to work.” He started to get up. I smiled. “Not so fast! Relax! Hang out with me until Brian comes back. We're paying you by the hour, right?” He shrugged and almost gave me a smile. “Come on. Let's go chat on the couch.” We moved into the living room and I felt another twinge of guilt. Part of my arrangement with my husband that we made in front of our ther****t, was that neither of us would ever bring another sexual partner into our home. I wasn't even touching Ramell, but it felt like I was cheating. Not to mention, the race thing. God that was getting old. Ramell sat down and I noticed he didn't lean back. His back was still sweaty and he didn't want to get it on the couch. I sat down next to him, facing him, one leg pulled up underneath me. It gave him a good view of my thigh. The wrap dress was open enough to show a good bit of my cleavage. I let my wedge dangle from one foot. I was trying hard to not be too obvious, but I felt like I was coming on like a freight train. “So, I know Brian's f****y pretty well. What about you? Are you in the neighborhood? Live with your folks?” “My folks live near here. I went to high school with Brian. I moved out a couple of years ago and I live with a couple of my boys now.” “Girlfriend?” He laughed and it was sort of bitter. “Nah. Not right now. Girls are...” He stopped himself, realizing he was talking to one. “I can't figure 'em out. They're crazy. No offense, Miss Kate.” We ...