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

My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4)

... kept talking like that and the more we did, the more I wanted him. He was smart, funny, complex. He was a bad boy and a good guy rolled into one. But I didn't make a move on him. I didn't outright hit on him. I didn't even drop a hint really that I wanted him to make a move on me. That was all Ramell. And when he made his move, it shocked the hell out of me. Out of the blue, Ramell said, “You ever fuck around on your husband, Miss Kate?” My jaw went a little slack. It took me a second to respond. “Um...why?” I may as well have said that I had with an answer like that. Ramell looked a little nervous. “Cause after I broke up with my last girl, I was looking to hook up. You know, nothing serious, just, you know. And I looked on Craigslist. All the girls that were around my age were kind of nasty. But there were some ladies, like older ladies, that were really hot. Most of them were married. Some of them wanted to do three ways and shit. But some of them wanted to cheat on their husbands.” He looked to see my reaction, but I was just listening intently and not making a judgmental face, so he continued. “Anyway, I wrote to one of them and we started emailing. We sent each other pictures and got to talking dirty. I wasn't really sure about the whole married thing. I mean, I don't want to start any drama or anything, but that's her shit to deal with, right?” I shrugged and nodded. “So this lady is really into the idea of hooking up. We decide to meet. I'm thinking holy shit I'm ...

... gonna get my dick wet! Oh damn, Miss Kate, I'm so sorry. Didn't mean to say that.” I laughed, “It's okay! You can use any language you like. You were about to get your dick wet! All good.” He laughed with me. “So yeah, we meet at this place down on Magazine. It's like the middle of the day because her husband is at work. I get there and wait and wait and wait. She finally shows up like an hour late and she's crying. I ask her what's up and she says that she's never actually cheated on her husband before and that she was freaking out when it came time to actually do it. Anyway, she ends up backing out on the whole thing. We stopped talking after that.” I nodded thoughtfully. Then a question popped into my head. “Was she white?” Ramell kind of shrugged a yes. “But you said white ladies scare you. What's up with that?” He took a deep breath. “I don't know how to explain it. I'm nervous and I'm attracted at the same time, I guess? I mean, I'm not scared of y'all. It ain't like that. But damn, all it takes is one white lady to start screaming **** or thief or whatever and my life is over! You know what I'm saying?” “Yeah, I do.” I'd sort of forgotten about my attraction to Ramell or about being bad or my own needs. I looked him in the eye. “You don't have to worry about me yelling **** or thief, Ramell. I'm serious.” Then he leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth. To be continued...Part 4 I let Ramell kiss me for a few seconds and then I pushed him away. I'd wanted it, but it was ...