1. Black on White


    Date: 5/13/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: Holly21, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    Living in a low-income apartment complex was what I could afford during my first year of college. I lived on the third floor, next door to an older black woman on welfare. She lived by herself and had a hard time getting around because of her arthritis, so I would stop in and check on her at least once a day. During my visits with her, I would sometimes help out a little with her house work, check her pantry and run to the store for her. She was very appreciative, always trying to give me a five dollar bill for my efforts, and I always refused. I was quite surprised one day when she didn’t answer the door. Instead, an attractive looking, middle-aged black man opened the door. “Uh, hello?” I said, feeling a bit off guard from finding a stranger answering her door. “Hello. And what can I do for you, pretty white lady?” he answered with a toothy smile after running his eyes down my slender body. Finding me dressed in a tiny halter top, a tight pair of cutoffs and sandals, his eyes were showing a keen interest in my combination of blonde hair and white skin. Maybe I wouldn’t have been so aware of my light skin color if he didn’t label me in that way. “Uh, I just came by to check up on Leona,” I finally answered after taking in the way he was looking at me through his dark, haughty eyes. “That would be my aunt,” he answered, “and you must be the young lady next door she told me about. Thank you for looking in on her.” “Not a problem. Well, I don’t want to intrude on your visit. ...
    Just tell her that Holly stopped by,” I replied. “Leona is gone for a couple of days visiting an old sick friend. I’m just watching the place for her while she’s gone. Why don’t you come in? My aunt talks about you all the time. I feel like I know you. I’m Calvin, by the way,” he went on. I looked at him. He was a tall man with an attractive face, broad shoulders, muscular arms, tight waist and bulging thighs. Just looking at him sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “I ... I really shouldn’t,” I politely refused, trying to regain my wits after looking at him much more deeply. “Why? You afraid to be alone with a black man?” he said tersely. “Of course not,” I answered quickly, my voice squeaking with sudden embarrassment. “Maybe you should. You are a very attractive white woman,” he told me as he held the door open wider. “Um … I really should be going,” I repeated myself, seeing how he was coming on to me. “Yeah, well, if you change your mind later, I ain’t going anywhere,” he said. I walked over to my apartment door and fumbled with the key to open it. Before I walked inside, I glanced back and saw him still standing in his doorway, looking at me with a smart grin on his dark face. I quickly walked inside and locked the door behind me. My footsteps led me to the kitchen for a glass of cold water. My mouth was dry, my throat parched, my heart pounding, and I had a knot inside my belly the size of a baseball. All this was brought on by the man next door who had me all ...
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