1. Friendship and infidelity, Part 1


    Date: 3/6/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    I met Sandra one Saturday in early spring. Phyllis and I had gone to the park for a run and were sitting in a coffee shop getting ready to go home for our weekly private afternoon when she waved suddenly. I looked over my shoulder at a very tall muscular black man and somewhat shorter black woman coming our way—though that still made her my height, give or take an inch. Phyllis said, “Dave, hi!” I shook hands with the man and she introduced us, “Dave, this is my boyfriend Cal. Dave is in my American lit class. He’s the TA I’ll be teaching with this summer.” “Ah, so you’re the fellow,” I said as we shook hands. “Indeed, I’m quite the fellow,” he joked, and we all laughed. “This is my girlfriend Sandra.” “Are you also in English?” I asked. She smiled as Dave and Phyllis laughed and said, “Oh, hell no, thank goodness.” Dave said proudly, “She’s in physics.” I looked at her more closely and said, “It is a pleasure to meet you then. Pleasant surprise.” In puzzlement and with a trace of suspicion, she asked, “Why is that?” “Because I’m sick as hell of listening to talk about a bunch of dead authors.” She smiled openly and happily and I continued, “And physicists, at least the ones I’ve known, are able to talk about subjects besides physics.” Phyllis invited them to sit down and we chatted for an hour. While Sandra was an attractive woman, I didn’t take much notice of her at the time; later that day I would have been able to recognize her on the street but could only say she had ...
    medium dark skin, shoulder-length hair that was lightly curled, and an appealing body for men more interested in comfortable padding than I was. Her company was pleasant enough, however, and we soon found ourselves talking with each other as Phyllis and Dave continued a standing argument over Hawthorne’s novels. We sounded each other out on our tastes in books and music between occasional attempts Dave and Phyllis made to include us in their conversation—always soon defeated by the two launching off on another literary tangent—and at the time we made only slight impressions on each other. Eventually Dave and Sandra said they had to leave for a movie, and Phyllis said we had plans of our own. After we got home, Phyllis and I quickly undressed and retired to the bedroom for our regular Saturday afternoon recreation. We had only short opportunities during the week for sex, so we saved up and splurged on Saturday afternoons doing whatever we felt like doing to each other. By this point it had settled into an unvarying routine. We kissed, if not passionately at least eagerly, until I was hard and she was wet. Her body was close to my ideal of the time: She was an inch or so taller than me and well-toned from running as much as I did, and she had smallish firm breasts with light pink aureoles, wide hips, and long taut legs. Her hair was a bit darker and oranger than strawberry blonde and fell down around a thin face and wiry neck to just below her shoulder blades. She spread her ...
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