Divorcee Memories

It's funny how a simple thing like a telephone ringing can kill a moment while at the same time provide a new opportunity. That's what was running through my mind as I hurried across the front yards into my house.

I had just spent a wonderful evening dining with our new next door neighbors. Now while sitting in a hot tub enjoying wine and weed I witnessed one of the most spectacular acts of sexual voluptuousness between a Black Adonis and his Nubian Queen. I couldn't help but want what she was getting and it might have transpired if not for that telephone call.

What I did get was the opportunity to taste a cocktail of his warm, potent seed and her pussy juices straight from her vaginal vessel. I can't remember ever tasting any thing so flavorful and delicious. Caressing her smooth caramel body while gazing upon her beautiful features I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I got more. But not here, not this night, I had to run.

Once inside the house I called for my children, neither were home. The hour was still young for a Friday night, 10 pm. BOB, my plastic Battery Operated Boyfriend, could never satisfy the slutty whore in me this night, no, I needed a warm body, a Black body with a steel pole to impale me so I could ride it to massive orgasms and more. Though not a "party animal" as in my younger years I did recall employees and clients talking about certain clubs down in the entertainment district. I knew I would find what, or rather who, I was looking for to satisfy my sexual lustfulness.

I removed the tiny black string bikini Freeda had loaned me to wear. I needed something just as exposing and suggestive to garner the attention I lusted for. I looked in the back of my closet and found an old black leather mini skirt. It fit but it was tighter then I remembered. Checking my daughters dresser I found one of her black knit tube tops. Again a tight fit but it exposed the massive size of my breasts along with my protruding nipples. I grabbed a pair of her black string thongs too. I had black fishnet thigh high stockings that I occasionally wore with black sling back heels. A little make-up, brush my long blonde hair and I was out the door, not forgetting the two marijuana joints I had taken from Freedas night stand draw before fleeing her house.

I didn't know exactly where I would go but I new the general direction and vicinity. Grabbing a small purse along with my drivers license, a credit card and cash I hopped into my car, backed out of the garage, into the street and headed down town in search of a Black hero that would change my life, and my life would change but not the way I had envisioned it.

I lit up a joint as I drove. Pot gave me the munchies as I had said but I don't think I told Freeda how very fucking horny it made me. Just thinking about a Black Cock deep inside my cunt had me accelerating as I sped down the highway.

About a half hour and two joints later I was stuck in slow moving traffic as cars cruised the streets of the red light district. Women of all colors, shapes and sizes were plying the trade of the oldest profession, prostitution. It appeared to me that most of the "johns" were middle aged white men who had a tendency to favor the Black women who would lean into the car windows, their big butts sticking out, and negotiate a price for their service's. I watched as one working girl after another would climb into their customers car and drive off while another hooker took her place.

After several blocks of watching this display of flesh peddling I just happened to see out of the corner of my eye a petite and rather attractive Black girl standing away from the crowd. I slowed and had to look twice as she could have been the twin of Freeda. Not only that but she was wearing the same apparel as I was, black tube top, black leather mini skirt, black stockings and heels. The street lamps and the neon business lights made it impossible to get a good look at her facial features but her body was definitely thin and trim. As I drove past her I made the block, I had to get another look at her.

I kept thinking, what would I say to her if I stopped. How much? Are you looking for a date? Do you want a ride? All sounded very cheesy. I settled on Hello. Now as I was driving a white BMW four door sedan it gave off the look of money. I pulled to the curb. She approached the passengers side front window as I lowered it. A fog of cannabis hung in the air.

"Are you a cop?" was the first thing out of her mouth.

"No" was my reply, "Do you know any police officers that smoke pot while driving a car like this?" I asked smiling.

It made her think. "What are you looking for?"

"Do you think we could spend some time together? I don't mind paying you for it."

"Make the block and come back in fifteen minutes."

"Will you still be here?"

"Maybe, maybe not. You'll just have to see." were her parting words to me as she turned her back and walked off.

I drove away and turned into a side street to wait the allotted time. My addled mind drifted through the memories of my past in the haze of marijuana smoke. My earliest memory was that of my best girl friend. I had convinced her to practice kissing with me so when we started making out with boys we wouldn't be novices. Lips to lips were fine. A hand on her budding breast made her shiver but tongue for French kissing, forget it she said. After that she was more of an acquaintance then a best friend.

When I was a freshman I had a crush on a senior. Her hair was a close cut flat top. Her white t-shirt along with her blue denim jacket, jeans and black leather boots reminded me of James Dean, a rebel. A bikers wallet in her back pocket had a chain attached to her belt. Every one steered clear of her except me. I would make it a habit of following her and starting a conversation every chance I got. Over time I guess I wore her down as when we were alone in the girls bath room one afternoon she told me to shut up, pushed me against a wall and kissed me. It was the best kiss I had ever gotten at that time. We went to her house as no one was home and ended up in her bedroom. We both disrobed and fell onto her bed. Her breasts were full and round but you would never know it as she kept them bound. She leaned back against the head board, bent her knees and spread her legs. It was an unspoken invitation to go down on her and I obliged. I was a novice but a quick learner. I would bury my face in her curly black pubic hair and lick and suck and tease her clit until she couldn't take it any longer, crying out as she orgasmed, squirting in my face. I think she was my first love and I missed her dearly when she moved.

In college I had a room mate whos boyfriend wanted a three way. She wasn't too keen on it but I thought it was a great idea as I always had the hots for her even though she was a deeply religious Jewish girl. The three way didn't quite work out the way her boyfriend had planned as she got more of the attention then he did. Unfortunately she transferred the next semester.

I thought about my daughters first grade teacher. She was around my age and so bubbly and vivacious, attractive too. I guess one could say she was a hippie in a free love spirit sort of way. She had nothing but wonderful things to say about my daughter. She was smart, friendly, helpful yada, yada, yada. When she asked me to be a room mom how could I refuse. It wasn't long after she invited all the room moms to join her for drinks at a local eatery. It seemed she drank a little too much wine and asked me for a ride to her apartment. I obliged and when we arrived she invited me in for one more drink. Being a Friday night I agreed as I didn't have to work in the morning. We sat on the couch and finished another bottle of wine, chit chatting about school and the different parents and teachers, that's when she started coming on to me, telling me how special I was, how my daughter must have picked up all her wonderful traits from me. I was flattered and when she leaned in to kiss me I didn't stop her. I'll admit she was pretty with her red hair. A short bob haircut framed her face. Her breasts were as perky as mine but not as full and round. Her kisses were heavenly and I found myself reciprocating. We ended up in her bed where I found that the curtains matched the drapes as they say. I stayed the night, making love to her several times and into the morning until I gave her a ride back to the bar to pick up her car. We began to see each other on a some what regular basis. She would call me and ask me to stop by the classroom to help prepare a project. Once there she'd lock the door and take me into the book storage closet where she'd pull up her skirt, remover her panties and sit back on a stack of books while I kneeled in front and went down on her. While eating her I'd glance up to see her tugging and pulling on her nipples until she had an explosive orgasm which exhausted her. She'd thank me for all my help and informed me it was time for us to leave, until the next time she called.

This went on for a few months into autumn where I discovered that I wasn't the only classroom mom she was working on special projects with. She had asked me to stop by on one specific afternoon. Upon arrival I found the door to be unlocked and imagine my surprise when I saw another mom on her knees eating her pussy. You bitch was all I could say. I must have been naïve to think I was the only one she was seeing. The other mom was just as pissed off and embarrassed too. We left together leaving her unsatisfied.

The funny thing was that the other mom and I became dear friends and lovers. It turned out we lived only streets away from each other. Once a week we would meet at her house or mine, share a bottle of wine, unload all our burdens and troubles on each other from husbands, to children, to life in general. Once we finished venting we'd get naked, crawl under the covers and make mad passionate love. 69 was our favorite position where we would both obtain the orgasms we longed for. Sex with her was better then anything I had ever experienced with a man so far in life. They say only a woman knows how to please another woman and I found that to basically be true. We'd lay in each others arms, sharing our dreams of running away with each other to the south of France or Spain or even Bali. But alas it would eventually be time to receive the kids, prepare dinner and go about our domestic duties. Our escape would have to wait until the next meeting. I was sorry to see her move.

While driving home one night after leaving an awards event I might have had a bit too much to drink as I was pulled over by the police. Needless to say I was scared shitless as are most people when they see flashing red and blue lights in their rear view mirror.

I had gotten out of tickets before by showing cleavage and leg, it might work again. The officer approached me and asked for my license and if I had been drinking. Now I wasn't sure if the officer was a male or a female. I admitted to having two drinks but this must have been the trigger amount as I was asked to step from my car. This is when I saw the officer was a female. She gave me several sobriety tests; balance, speech, counting. I must have done poorly as she handcuffed me and placed me in the back of the police car. This is when I began to cry, beg, and plead to be let go, how an arrest would ruin my career and life, how it would destroy my family, promising I would never drink and drive again. It fell on deaf ears as I watched my car being towed away. Finally I told her of my problems with my son, daughter and philandering husband. She stopped writing and turned to look at me. I think I must have struck a nerve. She asked if I still lived at the address on my drivers license. I did, that it was only a few streets away. I felt there was a glimmer of hope after all. Were my children home? she asked. No, they were away with their father, no one was home. She put the car in drive and headed that way. Pulling into the driveway she stopped and let me out of the car, removing the handcuffs. I prayed that the neighbors weren't watching. I invited her in for coffee or a beverage. She accepted.

Once inside I was able to get a good look at her. She wasn't a big woman, about my height but heavier. She was probably ten years younger then I was but looked older, her face hardened from all she had seen on her job. She smelled of sweat and rankness like the back of the patrol car. Her voice was rough and hoarse, her teeth yellow and stained, and her breath was harsh and had the stench of cigarettes.

"I did this favor for you as I know you're gonna do one for me. I'm sorry about towing your car but there was nothing I could do about it. It was on the radio that I had stopped you."

It was then she picked up her hand radio and said some code to the dispatcher. When the transmission was acknowledged it was turned off. She stood up from where we were sitting on the couch and took off her gun belt, removing her baton as she did so.

"You seem like a nice lady, pretty too." as she moved a hand through my blond hair. "I liked what you were showing, your cleavage and your thigh. I want you to show me every thing you got, you understand what I'm saying?"

I understood completely. I removed my blue blazer and finished unbuttoning my white blouse, removing that too. I reached around and unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor.

"You got some nice big titties, love the hard nipples too." She reached out to touch them. "Keep goin."

I unzipped my skirt and let it drop, stepping out of it.

"Panties too missy."

I hooked my fingers inside my panties and pulled them down, stepping out of them.

"Damn you're a real natural blonde!" she said in amazement. "Leave the stockings and heels on, I like that. Come here."

I stepped towards her. She moved her lips to mind and practically raped my mouth with her tongue. She tasted of cigarettes and stale coffee. I fought the urge to gag. A hand grabbed my ass and then slapped it.

"Take off my shirt." she commanded. It had a button at the top and a zipper down the front. "Lay it neatly over the back of the couch." I did as told. "Now the vest, take it off me." It was heavier then I expected. I put that on the couch too. "T-shirt." is all she said and I removed it. She took a seat in one of the easy chairs. "Pull off my boots." I grabbed the boot and pulled as she used her other foot to push against my butt. We repeated the process for the other boot. She stood up, removed her pants and let them fall on the floor. "Pick them up and lay em neatly with my shirt." I obeyed. Standing face to face again she told me to get down on my knees and remove her panties. They were stained, both front and back, but I did as I was told. "Sniff em, taste em, you like that don't you."

Surprisingly I did. Now I couldn't hide my nipples being hard but I kept my legs together as much as possible as I was leaking juices at an unbelievable rate. My whole body was electrified and trembling inside, wanting to be taken and made to submit. I loved the power she had over me, surrendering myself to her was so natural, the alpha dominating the beta.

"Take me to the bedroom." gladly I thought. In her hands she carried her handcuffs and night stick. "This here is old hickory, a 26" baton made out of, you guessed it, hickory wood. You're gonna be my bitch you understand me?" I shook my head, I did. "Put your hands behind your back." I felt the handcuffs go around my wrists as I heard them click. I was visibly trembling. "Lay on your back and hang your head over the side of the bed." I did as told.

She straddled my head with her pussy positioned over my face. I could smell the sweat and urine, see the matted brown pubic hairs. She lowered herself, her cunt lips pressed against my lips. "Lick bitch and suck on my clit." I didn't have to be told twice. I devoured her like a starving animal. I couldn't remember the last time I was this sexually aroused. Then I felt the top nob of old hickory being rubbed against my already soaking wet pussy lips. She began to push it in slowly. I cried out, moaned "FUCK!" and that's exactly what she did. I could feel her pushing it in inch by inch, then removing it and going in again only deeper. There was no way I was taking the full 26" but it surely felt that way. I exploded with fierce orgasms, one after another until my body was spent and I no longer moved with each thrust.

She climbed onto the bed and pulled me up with her. Spreading her legs she pushed my face into her cunt again where I continued to eat her. As she achieved her orgasm urine began to fill my mouth and cover my face. She was a squitter. We both laid back, exhausted.

Eventually we came around. She unhandcuffed me and started to put her uniform back on. I just grabbed a towel from the master bathroom and wrapped it around me.

"You are gonna make a fine partner. Now any time you get a text that reads old hickory you call me so we can meet up. Understand me?" "Yes ma'am." "Good girl. Now give me some sugar." as she grabbed the back of my hair and kissed me just as passionately as the first kiss we had, nicotine, coffee and all.

I loved her dominating ways, I didn't think I could live without them or at the very least some one as demanding and controlling.

I wondered to myself if I was a lesbian at heart. I liked men but they had never really been able to satisfy me sexually, not like women could. Maybe the men I had been with were sexually inferior, after all they were all white. Hopefully Black Men would prove to be the answer. Of course maybe I was bisexual and I liked to explore and experiment. What ever I was I loved sex, good sex, great sex be it with a man or a woman.

I snapped out of it. What was the time? It had to have been fifteen minutes, probably more. Had I lost my chance at seeing my Freeda twin? I started the engine and began to pull away from the curb, hoping against hope that she would still be there waiting for me.

Memories are great but that's all they are. We live in the present, the moment, not the past. It's this place and time that we have the opportunity to make new memories. God I hoped she was still there.