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

My New Black Boyfriend (Parts 1-4)

... wrong on so many levels. “No, Ramell. Stop.” “I thought you wanted me to.” He looked really nervous now, almost scared. “Hey, no. I did. I mean, you're very handsome and I'll admit I'm attracted to you. But things are really complicated in my life. First and foremost, I'm married.” “I thought after the way you acted when I told you that story, that you cheated on your husband.” He looked less scared now and more confused. “I have cheated on him in the past. And – well, things are really complicated now.” The more I spoke to him about it the more I realized that there was no way I could explain my life to this young guy without just completely confusing him. But as I moved to sit up on the couch, I could feel wetness between my legs. I blushed. “So...you want me to go then? Should I leave?” He looked confused. I sighed. “For now. Yeah.” He got up and started to head to the back door to get back to work. I stopped him though, just before he walked out. “Hey,” I smiled at him, “Don't feel bad okay. That was a nice kiss and I'm not sorry you did it.” He lit up and nodded at me. A little while later, Brian returned and they got back to work. They finished the shed that same day and that was that. Or so I thought. The very next day, I got an email from Ramell. When I opened it, I expected it to be him begging me to have sex or him asking to come over. But he didn't instead, he just chatted with me. He wanted to know more about me. It wasn't all sexual either. We talked about ...

... music, movies, even politics. He didn't nag me about hooking up, but he complimented me a lot. He told me how pretty I was and how sexy I was. We talked about the girls that he'd dated and why he thought they didn't work out. He was more mature than I'd given him credit for and he had a good insight into other people. After a week of two or three emails a day, back and forth between us, I asked him if he'd like to hang out together, some place away from my house. We went and had lunch together and got more than a few strange looks from people. We weren't affectionate, but I think sometimes people give off a date sort of vibe and people could tell that there was something between this very young black man and this white woman in her 40s. For some it was just unusual. For a few it was something to glare at. I've learned to tune a lot of that out though. What I was loving was the attention from Ramell. He was so focused on me and so attentive. I realized I'd really been missing that. When I'm with Clarence, he's very attentive to be sure. But Clarence and I hadn't been able to spend very much time together lately and I was feeling lonely. Ramell filled that void perfectly. He was a total gentleman that day, never touching me, never making any kind of move or making me feel uncomfortable. At the same time, I could see the lust in his dark brown eyes and in the way he sometimes played with his lower lip. We'd driven our own cars to meet and he walked me back to mine after we ate lunch. ...