1. The Shoplifter Chapter Four


    Date: 4/7/2017, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Pregnant, Author: Barbiebnympho, Rating: 77.8, Source: sexstories.com

    circumstances of the trip to Mallmart today contributed immensely; the Jamal meeting, the scrutiny on the way out, the driver in other car, my panties on the road. My mind was in overload and this drive, dressed this way, offered nothing except more time to drive myself wild. I finally arrived in Jamal’s neighborhood. He was clearly doing well. His condo was new, on a nice open street where I saw nothing but white neighbors. The area was tree lined with very attractive parks and walkways. He was living very urban. I wondered how long he had been here and where he had lived before. There would be nothing scary about coming here to meet him. This guy was for real. I felt relieved. There was nothing more to do. I headed down his street turned toward home. BOBBY REVISITED Then out of nowhere my right hand reached to the GPS and brought up 2247 West Branch. Maybe I needed to see the contrast; maybe I had to acknowledge my hatred and so many unanswered questions. Everything about Bobby was such a scary hateful contrast to Jamal. It was twelve miles away as I turned in toward the city. My mind went on automatic. I had never known a black guy until this summer and now I was deeply involved and trying to understand two of them. One was stern, complicated and serious and I was pregnant by him. He understood me and the world I lived in. He wanted only the best for me, but there was no way he could participate in my world. The other was so hateful. He was a lying, cheating, pimp. He ...
    had tricked me, used me, and humiliated me. He had stolen well over a month of valuable days with false hopes and promises all for his financial benefit and entertainment. He knew nothing about me or my goals in life. Yet he had taken me to sexual places I never dreamed existed. My body would never forget him. The memory of his white teeth contrasted against his very black face as he skillfully manipulated me. All it took was his tug, his pull, and then his grin and he had me. I would then do anything he wanted. The hood looked much different in the daylight; worse. Junk everywhere. I pulled down the street slowly. I was so aware that my new blue Mustang really was a contrast and was easily recognized by every black ghetto guy hanging around the street corners. Bobby’s place really stood out. It was by far the best kept and brightest building on the street. This neighborhood was as foreign to my life as the furthest third world country. Poverty, drugs, guns, violence; this neighborhood was on the news every night. What was I doing here? There were so many unanswered questions. What was this strange erotic empty feeling? I actually looked down into my lap as I moved slowly down his street. Wow, my tummy wasn’t empty for sure. This tight short skirt really emphasized my condition. Suddenly, I came out of my deep thoughts, aware I had been driving slower and slower; I really had no place to go except to drive by Bobby’s and return home. I just needed to see it; to deal with the ...
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