Brooke's Bold Move

Brooke's Bold Move

Debbie is introduced in the story: Shanice and the Questionnaire. She's in the story: Harmony: Blessed But Not Perfect. She is the lead character in the stories Debbie Explores and Debbie and the Wrecking Ball.

Harmony is introduced and the main character in the story: Harmony: Blessed But Not Perfect

Tyrone was introduced in the story: Debbie Explores

Savanna was introduced in the story: Debbie Explores

Shanice and Ryan were introduced in the story: Shanice and the Questionnaire

Note: it isn't necessary to read these stories to understand and enjoy this one.

1

*** Best Friends**

Brooke and Kendra were best friends for all of their lives. They chose to be friends because neither one wanted to get into trouble. They studied together, protected one another, and tried to encourage others to live right. They leaned into one another when they were bullied. They avoided pregnancy, bad men, drugs, parting, and gangs. They attended the same college and helped one another graduate.

A month before entering college Kendra started to explore sexually. In the second semester of her Junior year in college she stopped exploring. She chose to stop after a couple horrible experiences. During the summer before her Junior year she was exposed to a venereal disease. She was forever grateful she didn't catch it. Between her Freshman and Sophomore years she had a pregnancy scare (because the pharmacists made a mistake with her birth control pills). At the beginning of her Sophomore year she felt sorry for a guy who fell in love with her who she had no romantic interest in. During Christmas break of her Junior year she ended up falling in love with someone who didn't love her. The biggest reason she stopped experimenting was the empty dirty feeling she was experiencing. She stopped having sex and went on a handful of dates until graduating college.

She met her husband Reggie at church. She married him a year later. Reggie was the love of her life. He was loyal, responsible, and a dedicated father.

2

*** The Incident ***

Brooke was a twenty-eight year old Afro-American woman with walnut colored skin. Her long braided hair went passed her backside. With her hair being pulled back and tied up it was easy to see her diamond shaped face and her more peaked forehead. Her most noticeable feature was her luscious Rubina shaped lips. She had a long smile. When she smiled her high cheekbones pushed up. This caused her dimples and upper teeth to be noticeable. She always kept her straight teeth cleaned. Her dimples lit up her face. Her pointed chin added to her charm. Her short wide nose with its curved bridge added to her looks. Her shiny dark eyes showed the world she was a passionate person who cared about people. Her tan colored eyebrows highlighted her noticeable brow ridge.

She was five-three and one hundred and fifteen pounds. Her 32C bell shaped breasts appeared larger than they were. She had large dark round areolas. In the center of her areolas were small short nipples. She wished her areolas were smaller and she hated how her breasts pointed downward. She felt her best physical feature was her padded heart shaped buttock. Her legs were shorter but they were an attention grabber whenever she wore skirts and shorts.

She was showing a downtrodden facial expression. Brooke was driving toward an exclusive neighborhood on the edge of the Midwestern city she lived in. Brooke was wearing her nurses uniform and her hospital ID was still clipped onto her hospital shirt (she simply forgot she still had it on). She was the assistant managing nurse at the county hospitals emergency room. This hospital was the largest and busiest hospital in the city. Being able to leave a couple hours early on her double shift was a relief.

She turned on the lights of her SUV.

While driving home she was contemplating her passed relationships, her current one, and what she wanted in a guy.

Brooke waited until she was in college to date. She fell in love with an attractive smart black male at the end of her freshman year. They grew closer during the summer. At the end of her sophomore year the love of her life died in a car crash on his way to pick her up. In the glove box of his car was an engagement ring he planned on giving her. This was the worst moment of her life. She felt guilty for making him wait until they were married to make love.

Her second relationship was doomed to fail because she was grieving and angry. He was a decent guy, was handsome, had a decent sized cock, but there really wasn't a spark. In spite of this she gave her virginity away. She was grieving, angry, and regretted not having sex with her first love. She felt an overwhelming amount of guilt for having sex with a guy she really didn't love. Adding to this guilt, was a feeling of regret for being with a guy who was unimaginative. She never felt comfortable enough to discuss her displeasure. She ended the relationship three and a half months after giving her virginity away.

She made Tyrone wait eight months and made him confess his love for her before she made love to him. After fifteen months of dating she moved into Tyrone's seven bedroom house. Currently they had been living together for a total of twenty-seven and a half months. He owned a reality company, a dozen apartment complexes, and a string of fast food restaurants. Their friends and family were encouraging Tyrone to marry her. Her heart was being broken with his unwillingness to do so.

She was disappointed in their love making. She liked the way he touched her breasts and twirled her clit. What she disliked was once she was a little moist he quickly moved to intercourse. Seventy-five percent of the time she'd fake orgasms. She was pleading for more foreplay. Wanted to experience an orgasm before penetration. Would have given anything for him to perform oral sex on her. Desperately wanted a variety. She never felt comfortable to express some of her more kinkier desires.

She tried spicing things up by wearing lingerie. She took him to a boutique. Where he showed little interest. Because he was focused on penetration she bought a book of sexual positions. She tried giving him a massage but he lacked the patience for it. She suggested food play and he discounted it. She suggested more sensual romantic sex and this plea was met with ridicule. Being ridiculed stopped her from every suggesting anything kinky. She attempted a striptease and he was indifferent to it. Out of complete desperation she suggested anal sex. He again ridiculed her. With how large he was she was happy he refused to engage in anal. Being ridiculed hurt. The things he enjoyed was receiving blow jobs, watching porn, mutual masturbation, and "getting to it."

Before dating Tyrone she never viewed pornography. At first it was exciting watching porn with Tyrone. She was surprised to find out she enjoyed watching Tyrone jerk himself and was even more surprised she enjoyed masturbating in front of him. She now resented porn. She felt porn was their substitute to making love. Open masturbation and watching porn was a daily occurrence in their household. She often left her toys laying out in the den. She made sure to leave a roll of paper towels by the living room couch and near the computer desk. Often times one would be masturbating to porn while the other did their normal routine.

She felt their porn habits were dysfunctional. Watching porn and using toys were far more satisfying than making love to Tyrone. Adding to Brooke's frustration was the porn Tyrone liked. He watched big boobed women engaging in penetration or threesomes. Brooke liked more romantic type of porn, story porn, and homemade porn. To avoid arguments, whomever selected first, chose what they watched. When Tyrone wasn't around she'd watch more kinky types of porn. She especially enjoyed watching women get spanked. She was afraid to suggest spanking because she felt Tyrone would take it to far.

Because of his indifference she no longer brought up her concerns.

What frustrated her the most was his unwillingness to discuss their sex lives. A couple months prior he made his one and only sexual suggestion. He wanted to bring in another female into their bedroom. To suggest she would participate in a threesome was crushing to her. She considered herself an exclusive heterosexual woman. She often expressed this to Tyrone. Brooke would never engage in group sex. The idea of going down on a woman or having a woman sexually touch her was very uncomfortable for her. She found lesbian sex scenes and threesome scenes uncomfortable.

When she explained he feelings to Tyrone, he countered with the idea, she wouldn't have to touch or be touched by the other woman. He claimed this was the best way to "spice things up." She kindly refused. He reacted so harshly to her refusal she threatened to leave him. He called her bluff.

While driving she contemplated what her life would be like if she left. She imagined what it would be like to be with a guy who desired her over pornography. She often fantasied about being with a guy who enjoyed foreplay and was good at giving head. She would have given anything to be with a guy who listened and appreciated a giving partner. An added bonus, was to be with a guy she trusted to engage in kinkier types of sex. She wanted to be with a guy who'd be willing to stop if she disliked a sexual act.

Her neighbor Abigail and her best friend Kendra were encouraging her to leave Tyrone. With Brooke being loyal and believing in commitments leaving Tyrone was both slow and difficult. She wanted Tyrone to start listening to her, they'd agree to stop watching porn, and she would again receive a reasonable amount of attention. She would gladly take a smaller house and have less things if it meant their relationship was better. What was bringing her to the breaking point was his reluctance to marry her and the feeling everything else was more important to him.

She parked her SUV in front of the three car garage. Because she pulled a double shift she knew Tyrone would have all three of his vehicles in the garage. She stepped out of her SUV and looked up at the house. With how often they watched porn the blinds were always down. She passed the front window. She heard sex noises from inside of the living room. Based upon these noises she assumed he was watching a threesome video. Instead of feeling jealous of the video he was watching, she decided to seduce him while he watched the movie. With this being the plan she was quiet when she stepped into the house.

When she reached the living room she witnessed Tyrone doing it dogie style with Destiny. She was a dark skinned friend of theirs. Destiny was going down on a light skinned ebony woman named Trinity. She was a manager of one of this apartment complexes.

Brooke felt so inadequate. Brooke always wanted the round cute breasts trinity had. Destiny had the long legs Brooke envied. Brooke was aware Tyrone would adore Destiny's large torpedo shaped breasts.

Brooke was having difficulty processing what she was seeing. The man she loved was having sex with two women at once. What hurt the most was his disregard of her wishes and didn't care if she objected.

Trinity, while receiving oral sex stated, "There's a woman watching us?"

None of them stopped what they were doing.

Tyrone turned toward Brooke. Winked. He slapped the ass of Destiny, and stated "Join in the fun."

Brooke snapped.

Brooke flashed a fake smile and answered, "I'll be right back."

Brooke marched down the hallway and entered the den. She stepped over to a baseball bat hanging on the wall. Tyrone often raved on how this was the bat he used during his best year of playing collegiate baseball. She resented the fact he talked more about this bat than about her. She stepped out of the den and headed toward the living room.

It took Trinity a few moments to process Brooke's body language and facial expression.

She pushed Destiny's head away, "We have to go."

Tyrone stated, "She's likely putting on lingerie. She likes that sort of thing."

Brooke heard this as she entered the living room.

Brooke swung the baseball bat. The lamp on the end table shattered into pieces. On any other day these two women could have taken Brooke. These women were wise enough to avoid taking on a raging lover. They were fortunate a spiteful argument between Tyrone and Brooke exploded. This gave the two women the opportunity to run into the hallway bathroom and lock the door. They were so frightened of Brooke they didn't bother to grab their clothes.

Tyrone managed to slip on his underwear and his slacks while they were spitting venom at one another. He claimed she was a terrible lover. This felt like she was being stabbed. What sent Brooke into the stratosphere was his claim it was her fault he needed to be with other woman. A hurtful comment was his claim that porn was better than she was. Her impulse was to bash his head in. She swung the bat with everything she had. All of the jealousy she felt was put into this swing. The TV had no chance. The bat hit the center of the large screen TV hanging on the wall.

She resented the many hours he spent watching sports. And disliked the pornographic scene being played on the TV.

He dove to rescue a TV he would never be able to fix. He missed it. It made a loud thud as it hit the floor.

Neighbors were stepping out of their houses. Abigail, a neighbor and close friend of Brooke, ran up to the picture window when she heard the loud crash of the TV. With the blinds drawn she was unable to see into the house. She called 911. The 911 dispatcher promised to send someone "shortly."

A raging emotionally hurt Brooke headed to the den. Once in this room she swung her bat at the two monitors on the desk. Monitors they both watched hours of porn on. A point he made, she knew was true, she watched just as much porn as he did. Her way of declaring she was done watching porn was sending the laptop screen flying across the room and then smashing the keyboard. Keys went flying and the laptop was bent in half.

She focused on his most prized possession. In an expensive display case, sitting on a custom made table, was a football he received for being the MVP of a college bowl game. All she could think about was how often he raved about winning it. She resented the fact he talked more about this football than he talked about her. She walked up to this display. With a rage she never allowed herself to feel before she swung the bat.

She let out a loud scream.

As Tyrone stepped into the den he witnessed this case flying through the air. It crashed into a series of glass shelves attached to the wall across the room. The top glass shelf broke. The shelf and everything on the shelf fell upon the next glass shelf. These shelves fell onto the next glass shelf. These glass shelves fell onto the last shelf. His high school trophies, his collegiate trophies, his amateur golf trophies, and sports memorabilia landed on the floor in a heap.

Seeing this caused her to question what she was doing. She was about to stop.

His mistake was screaming, "You bitch!"

He tried to grab the bat.

She resisted.

He tried to overpower her.

Not today.

She used a Judo move. She took Judo as a college elective. She was currently working on her third degree black belt. Brooke was so full of adrenaline, she flipped this one collegiate athlete over her back, and he thudded onto the hard wood floor. With tears and emotion she started hitting him with the bat. His arms, shoulders, and his leg took the abuse. She just wanted him to feel the hurt she was feeling.

He used his right leg and tripped her. She fell with a thud. He grabbed the bat and was about to beat Brooke to death.

She knew it. She'd take it. At least everything would be over.

Trinity yelled into the den, "Stop it! It ain't worth it!"

He turned.

Brooke was up and shoved him. He crashed into the desk. The baseball bat fell to the ground.

Trinity yelled, "Tyrone get the fuck out of here!"

Tyrone ran out of the room. Temporary stopped were all the keys were hanging. Grabbed the SUV keys and fled into the garage. Trinity observed Brooke grab the baseball bat. Seeing Brooke's facial expression caused Trinity to again lock herself in the hallway bathroom.

Brooke stepped out of the den and scurried after him. Brooke spotted him step through the door and into the garage. Tyrone managed to hit the garage door opener and get into his SUV. He backed the SUV out of the garage. A quarter of the way down the driveway is when a large rock smashed into the windshield (this rock was one of many surrounding the edge of the sidewalk in front of the house). This caused Tyrone to loose control and back into the basketball hoop. The hoop fell onto the SUV. The airbag was deployed. The left side of his face was smashed.

Their neighbors were uploading this scene onto the internet. Other neighbors were calling the police. The two women Tyrone was having sex with were frantically trying to get their clothes on and leave.

Witnessing the crash filled Brooke with guilt and remorse. Her own rage frightened her. She took a couple of deep breaths. She focused. She became a nurse and ran to the truck. She dragged him out of the truck and laid him onto the front lawn. She made sure he was breathing. A doctor who lived across the street rushed up to Tyrone. Another neighbor, who was a doctor, pushed Brooke out of the way and started to work on Tyrone. Abigail gently pulled Brooke away from the carnage. This is when Brooke broke down and cried. Abigail held onto her.

Police arrived.

Abigail's husband, who was an attorney, was there for Brooke.

Destiny and Trinity didn't get out of the house fast enough. Neighbors caught them on camera. The police apprehended them for questioning while they were exiting the front door.

3

***Being Arrested and County Jail***

Brooke was fortunate to have Abigail as her friend. Her husband Zachary was a lawyer. Even though Zachary was a personal injury lawyer (he would have made more money defending Tyrone) he helped out Brooke.

Brooke benefited from knowing many of the police officers from the hospitals emergency room. It was easy for the officers to recognize her because she was still wearing her nursing uniform and her work ID managed to stay on. Because the police knew her and because of Zachary's presence they treated her differently. They wrote a report that favored Brooke. This didn't change the fact they needed to arrest her. She cried when she was put into the back of the police car. At the age of twenty-eight, after living a very clean life, she was facing felony chargers.

She was relieved to see a very woozy Tyrone being set onto a gurney and being wheeled into the ambulance. She would have been devastated if she'd killed him.

She spent thirty-hours in county jail before appearing before a judge. She was unlucky to face a judge who went to the same private golf course and attended the same university Tyrone played for. Even still; based upon the police reports the judge suggested to the assistant DA the chargers be reduced. She disagreed with the judge because of the attention this case was receiving. The assistant DA hoped this attention would help her become the new District Attorney.

The judge gave Brooke a reachable but expensive bail. She spent the next four days in county jail as family and friends raised the money for her bail. This included all of Brooke's life savings (savings she kept hidden from Tyrone). Friends and family either gave her money or borrowed her the money to reach the bail amount. Her coworkers had a private fundraiser for her (a few police officers put money toward this fundraiser). After being released on bail she moved in with her parents.

While in county jail she was thankful she never needed to use her self defense training. The prostitutes, drug addicts, and others she had treated in the emergency room protected her. She believed in state prison she'd be a target.

After her first strip search she was sent to a doctor. During this visit she was diagnosed with the early stages of both oral and vaginal gonorrhea.

The video of her throwing the rock went viral. Her case turned into a media frenzy. Brooke's nephew removed all of her social media accounts and made it difficult for anyone to find her.

When Brooke returned to work she was transferred to the corporate office where she was assigned the mail room. She was grateful the hospital never fired her. However; she missed the emergency room and being able to help people.

4

***A Pissed Off Debbie Finds Brooke***

Brooke met Debbie at the uniform and wedding store Debbie managed. A few weeks later Brooke was surprised to see Debbie bowling on the same league as Brooke's two aunts and three cousins. Brooke and Debbie never hung out together but they respected one another. During this time Brooke talked about living with a guy named Tyrone. Debbie never suspected her friend Tyrone was the same guy living with Brooke.

Tyrone and Debbie were friends with benefits for five months. At the beginning Debbie found him charming, successful, attractive, and liked his big cock. He turned out to be a boring lover. The reason she kept him as a "friend" for five months was the way he touched her breasts and twirled her clit. At the end of the fifth month he asked about his love making skills. She was blunt and told him she rarely got off.

He responded with, "You are the only one."

She suspected his other lovers were uncomfortable to tell him the truth or he ignored their complaints.

She stopped seeing him when he demanded, "Out of respect you should fake it."

A couple months after Brooke was arrested Debbie viewed the viral clip of Debbie throwing the rock into Tyrone's SUV. This was three years after Debbie broke it off with Tyrone. It took Debbie a couple of months to see the clip of Brooke throwing this rock, because Debbie was focused on moving to Wisconsin and opening her own uniform supply store. While accomplishing these things she was helping her friend Caleb with his game store and was struggling to break it off with her friend Rob. The least thing Debbie was worried about was social media or the news.

Debbie was shocked to find out Brooke's Tyrone was one of her "friends". He claimed he was just over a breakup and needed a "friend" until he was ready for a long term relationship. Debbie immediately searched social media for more information. She watched a news clip claiming the motive was an affair. In a different clip Debbie witnessed two women being escorted into police cars. She then watched a clip of Tyrone on a podcast stating that Brooke and himself were in an "open relationship." Debbie knew this was an outright lie. A neighbor posted a timeline video of Brooke and Tyrone's relationship. Debbie became livid when this confirmed Brooke was dating Tyrone while they were friends.

Debbie tried to find out where Brooke lived. It seemed as though Brooke had dropped of the planet. Debbie reached out to Brooke's cousin Savanna. Savanna contacted Brooke and set up a time where they could talk.

Brooke wanted to ignore the call from Debbie. Brooke was certain it was another woman confessing she had slept with Tyrone. Every time a woman confessed to having sex with Tyrone it was like being stabbed. Because Brooke respected Debbie she reluctantly took the call.

After a few opening niceties Debbie jumped right in. She insisted if she had known Tyrone was with someone she would have never had sex with him. Brooke knew Debbie was a straight shooter and accepted Debbie's apology. Based upon Debbie's time frame he began cheating on Brooke in the fourth month of their relationship. This was both humiliating and hurtful. She felt like a sword had gone right through her heart.

Brooke expressed how terrible it was to be the focus of a viral video. Debbie offered Brooke to stay in her house in Wisconsin. She would allow Brooke to live rent free in one of Debbie's spare bedrooms. Brooke refused because crossing the border would be a violation of her bail. Brooke promised if she was ever in Wisconsin she would visit the store and stay over the weekend. Debbie suggested a week. Both knew, Brooke visiting the store was highly unlikely, but the offer was given. When the call was over Brooke broke down and cried.

While Debbie was a manager at the uniform and wedding store she meet a lot of important people. An angry Debbie called: a half dozen city officials, state officials, and most important very influential lawyers. Debbie hated being lied to and she couldn't stand it when a person cheated.

During the next three days Brooke received four calls from different attorney's. She was now represented by a top lawyer firm. They made payment arrangements for Brooke. The attorney who represented Brooke was an associate of an attorney who started the firm. This same attorney was a cousin of Zachary.

5

***The Deposition and The Judge***

The trial was scheduled six months after she attacked Tyrone.

Her lawyer team scheduled a deposition with Destiny and Trinity.

Destiny, confessed to being in an open marriage. She insisted she never slept with someone who's spouse would disagree. Destiny claimed Brooke would have never approved of someone sleeping with Tyrone. Tyrone told Destiny; Brooke had moved out but hadn't removed her things from the house. Destiny was angry at Tyrone for lying to her and giving her gonorrhea.

Trinity confessed to being an ex-employee of Tyrone. Trinity didn't mind Tyrone having sex with other single women as long as he used protection. She disliked the idea he was in a committed long term relationship. Trinity was angry he broke his promise and had unprotected sex with other women. Trinity was furious he gave her gonorrhea.

After these depositions her lawyer suggested a plea deal. The assistant district attorney disagreed because of the attention she was receiving from this case.

The judge assigned to Brooke's case knew who Brooke was. Brooke never met him. The judges step-daughter, who had a different last name from the judge, was hit by a car while she was biking with her Mother (the woman the judge was married too). When Brooke's story became viral the Mother and Step-Daughter informed the judge Brooke was the nurse who helped the Step-Daughter. Brooke calmed the Judge's Step-Daughter down when she first arrived at the hospital and encouraged her before surgery. The judge never met Brooke because he arrived at the hospital after his Step-Daughter was already in surgery. The step-daughter told her Step-Dad (the judge) how Brooke checked up on her a few times after the surgery.

Brooke's lawyer and the district attorney were receiving emails, phone calls, and letters on how well Brooke treated both staff and patients. A half dozen women were willing to testify against Tyrone. The judge was willing to allow these women to testify. This is when the DA over ruled the assistant DA and a plea deal was offered. Brooke freaked out when a week before trial the negotiations stopped and the assistant DA again threatened to take the case to court. If found guilty she was facing five felony charges and prison time. She was facing felonies because of using the baseball bat (the baseball bat was considered a weapon).

The day before trial a plea deal was reached. Two of the five felonies were dropped. She pleaded guilty to two gross misdemeanors and one misdemeanor.

The judge was known for his tough stance on crime. He was aware of this. To avoid any suspicion he decided to be stern with her without handing down a maximum sentence. This worked. It was stern enough to please those who wanted to make an example out of her and was lenient enough to please those people who were supporting Brooke. Most important no one suspected he knew Brooke.

She was required to pay the damages to Tyrone's SUV and property. She was given a $750 dollar fine, a year of probation, mandatory counseling, and a strong warning to "Stay out of trouble." An emotional Brooke promised, "She would never do anything like this again." She gladly accepted counseling. She received boos from the crowd when she openly forgave Tyrone in court. The judge hit his gable and the crowd became quiet. Many of the spectators were women Tyrone had manipulated.

6

***Eight Months After the Plea Deal***

Her parole officer wished every one of her parolees were like Brooke. Brooke never missed an appointment and followed all of the rules.

The fines and lawyer fees were crippling. Because of this financial burden she was forced to remain living with her parents. She would gladly take this over prison. She was demoted from being an assistant manager of the emergency room. She was moved to surgery. She felt fortunate to still be working but desperately missed the pay of an assistant manager. She often felt she was an assistant manager without the title and pay. The worst part was the boredom. She missed the excitement and variety of the emergency room. The positive was the early shift and the consistent hours. Overall she was overjoyed she was still employed.

Brooke believed she benefited from counseling. Counseling helped her face the unresolved anger she was carrying from being picked on during middle school and high school. She addressed the grief she was carrying from her first love dying in a car crash. Counseling helped her deal with the emotions of being with Tyrone. Counseling was the only reason she found the keys to stop an on again, off again, porn addiction. It took her six months to end this addiction.

During these eight months she dated six guys. She went on two dates with two of these guys. She went on three dates with two other guys. She dated one guy for a month and another guy for three. All of them were of the same race as her. All six of these men were middle class. All had different interests. Their ages were within a few years of her. Four of the six were unwilling to date her because she wanted to wait until she was married before having sex again. Three of the four ghosted her after she expressed this boundary.

She was falling for the guy she dated for three months. He was focused on developing a relationship and was willing to wait until they were married to have sex. He was smart. Was loyal. Had his life together. She was disappointed when his company moved to Texas. Because of being on probation she was unable to leave her state. They agreed it was to early in their relationship for him to refuse the job offer. Brooke didn't trust a long distance relationship.

She became suspicious of the guy she dated for a month. She mistrusted his two phones. He told her one was a work phone and the other was his own phone. She found an opportunity to review the calls on these phones and looked up his laptop history. She discovered he was married and had a mistress. She immediately broke it off with him and made sure his wife and mistress knew about one another. She was proud of herself for keeping calm during the breakup. After the breakup she cried for a couple hours.

What kept her from completely giving up on finding a good guy was Kendra's husband Reggie. He was the lead mechanic of a car dealership. He adored Kendra. He often initiated public displays of affection. She admired how quickly he would mention he was married whenever a woman flirted with him. Brooke adored how well they communicated. Kendra and Reggie were far from a perfect couple but they always seemed to work things out. Finding a guy who'd be willing to work things out without cheating on her was everything to Brooke.

Kendra never worried Brooke and Reggie would have an affair. Kendra believed Brooke would never try to seduce anyone who was involved in a relationship. More important; Kendra believed with all of her heart Reggie would never cheat on her. She was aware of two women who aggressively tried to seduce her husband and Reggie stopped it before anything happened.

Brooke admired a guy named Curtis. Curtis was in a long term relationship with a friend of hers named Shakira. Brooke believed he was a good father. Curtis lived in the same suburb as his son and had a working relationship with his ex. Brooke admired the fact he always paid child support and never missed a visitation. What impressed Brooke was how good Curtis treated Shakira's son.

Two specific conversations with Curtis caught Brooke's fancy. Both of these conversations happened at parties Shakira held at her house.

Brooke never trusted Shakira. This mistrust was proven when Shakira cheated on Curtis for a second time. Shakira justified cheating on Curtis by telling everyone he had a small cock and he was to "kinky" for her. Brooke believed there was no excuse for cheating on anyone. She felt it was rude to go around and ridicule Curtis for having a small cock when they had been together for years. Brooke felt Shakira was being hypocritical. While they were together Shakira would often brag about how good he was at giving oral and how "imaginative" he was. Brooke desperately wanted to experience an orgasm while receiving oral sex. Brooke would have given anything to be with a man who was "imaginative."

Shakira and Curtis broke up four months after Brooke's plea deal. During this time Brooke imagined what it would be like to date Curtis. Even thought Brooke wanted to experiment with kinkier types of sex she was concerned on what Curtis considered kinky. After thinking about it, her conclusion was, kinky had to be better than the boring sex she experienced. She felt communication and compromise were the keys to addressing kinks. What gave her pause was his small cock. She doubted having sex with a small cock would be satisfying. The only time she ever experienced an orgasm with a partner was during penetration.

Shortly after Curtis broke up with Shakira they bumped into one another at a mutual friends party. They engaged in what she felt was the best conversation she ever had with a guy. This conversation was so meaningful to her she ignored her reservations of being with a guy who had a small cock. Curtis was the first guy out of her race she ever overtly flirted with. She did so because of the feeling he really liked her. She was surprised and disappointed he never asked her out.

The reservations about dating a white guy hit her a few hours later. For days she contemplated what it would be like to be in a relationship with a white guy. She had a list of reservations. These reservations started to bother her. This bothered her because a cousin of hers recently married a Caucasian woman and her uncle was married to a Korean woman. She knew both the positives and negatives of mixed raced couples. She would have given anything to experience a loving dedicated relationship. She just never expected to have one with someone outside of her race.

She felt like a hypocrite because she enjoyed watching porn with big cocked white guys. She kept this hidden from Tyrone. She knew Tyrone would dislike her watching porn with white guys. She felt Tyrone was hypocritical because he often watched interracial porn. She acknowledged within herself all Tyrone cared about was how big a woman's breasts were.

A few days later she bumped into Savanna at a family function. Brooke confided to Savanna how disappointed she was Curtis never asked her out. One of Savanna's brother-in-laws was a close friend of Shakira and Curtis. Savanna revealed to Brooke the two reasons Curtis never asked out Brooke. He never asked her out because of her friendship with Shakira and his concern about their age difference. After the family function Brooke called Curtis and asked him out on a date. This was the first time in her life she ever asked a guy out on a date.

7

***Talking to Kendra***

Brooke's cell phone was secured to a cell phone holder on her SUV dash. An electronic map was directing her to a restaurant in a western suburb she never visited before. Without this device she would have been late to her first date with Curtis.

Brooke was now twenty-nine years old. It was one year and three months since the night Brooke was arrested. She had four months until her probation was over. In seven months she'd turn thirty. Brooke felt this was an important life marker.

With it being a Midwestern November she wore an outfit that was both warm and appealing. She was wearing a red pant set. The flare pants were of a hyper stretch material with zipper detailing. She liked the mid rise design, the cargo pockets, the zipper detailing on the right leg, and the buckle pocket on this same pant leg. These pants matched her red colored hyper stretch cropped zip front utility jacket. On either side of the zipper were the same type of pockets as the pants. This jacket was great to layer. There were warmer jackets but she believed Curtis would find her attractive in this matching set. Adding warmth she wore a leopard print long sleeved thermal crew neck shirt and leopard print zippered booties. She added leopard print loop earrings, a matching leopard patterned choker with a small cat charm, and three bracelets on her left wrist. Two were red and the center one was in a leopard print. She added enough makeup to be appealing without being provocative.

Brooke was talking to her best friend Kendra. Brooke had her phone connected to her radio. After being an assistant managing nurse in an emergency room she would never text while driving.

Brooke stated, "Shakira is stupid."

Kendra replied, "I don't believe anyone is stupid."

Brooke answered, "Okay. She was short sighted."

"I'm not sure."

Brooke answered, "During the three years they dated he never cheated. He was there for her and he treated her son as if his own. This is saying a lot."

"I guess."

Brooke stated with some passion, "How many white guys are going to treat black children as their own?"

"There aren't many."

Brooke pointed out, "Even if you take race out of it. How many guys treat a child of another mother well?"

"Not many."

Kendra asked concerned, "You aren't wanting to have a child?"

Brooke answered, "Not now."

"Are you on birth control?"

Brooke answered, "I haven't since Tyrone."

"What happens if it goes well with Curtis?"

"I'm not going to just have sex with him. More important I'm waiting until I'm married to have sex again."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Brooke turned the conversation back, "He's a good dad."

Kendra casually answered, "Shakira said the same thing."

Brooke with a sarcastic tone stated, "Shakira says a lot of things."

Kendra answered with some disgust, "Shakira has a big mouth."

Brooke stated, "She's never made good decisions."

"Like cheating on the last three guys she was with."

Brooke stated, "See."

"See what?"

"You told me Shakira shouldn't have cheated on Curtis."

Kendra tried to defend their mutual friend, "She had her reasons."

Brooke with passion stated, "No one is justified in cheating. If she wasn't satisfied with him anymore she should have broken it off."

Brooke with passion added, "You know what its like to be cheated on? To be in love with a guy and find out he has a half a dozen women on the side. It's devastating. It's just as horrible for a woman to have a cock on the side. Curtis was very loyal to Shakira. Even after he caught her the first time."

Kendra answered, "He should have left her then."

"I told him he should leave her."

Kendra revealed, "It's the reason Shakira dislikes you."

"I was with Tyrone at the time."

Kendra answered, "It didn't matter to Shakira."

Brooke mentioned, "Curtis told me. You were the one who told him Shakira was cheating on him the second time. Both Reggie and yourself encouraged Curtis to leave her after the second time."

"I don't like cheating either."

They stopped talking when Brooke's phone told her to merge onto the freeway.

Brooke asked a painful question, "Do you feel Tyrone and Shakira did it?"

"You want an honest answer?"

From the heart Brooke answered, "I'm not sure."

"I heard Shakira caught gonorrhea."

Brooke felt like she was stabbed.

Kendra stated, "It isn't your fault."

"When I think back to our relationship there were signs all over the place. I'm never going to miss them again."

"He was lying to everyone."

Brooke being positive stated, "Curtis doesn't lie."

Kendra answered, "This doesn't mean you should date him.'

"I feel it's a great reason. How many guys are honest?"

Kendra decided to be blunt, "He's white, he's a lot older than you, and from what Shakira proclaimed has a small cock. For some women this is important."

"Shakira was telling everyone he had a small cock."

Kendra mentioned, "She shouldn't have done that."

"I agree."

Kendra stated, "Before we talk about his small cock. I want to point out he's white, he's old, and he's kinky."

Brooke answered, "You know what irritates me about that?"

"No."

"For three years Shakira kept bragging on how imaginative he was. And how fun he was. All at once. When she's caught having a dick on the side. He's suddenly to kinky for her and his small cock is a problem."

Kendra answered honestly, "I never thought about that."

They stopped talking when the electronic map instructed Brooke to merge into the left lane and onto a well traveled highway.

When Brooke was fully merged she answered, "I wouldn't consider him old."

Kendra in exasperation stated, "He's forty. This means he's eleven years older than you."

"So what?"

"It's a whole generation. Imagine the issue's this will cause."

Brooke expressed a frustration, "I'm tired of guys our age. They're irresponsible and all they're looking for is sex. There are exceptions but I'm tired of looking for the exceptions. More important I'm not a piece of ass. I want to be with someone who is loyal and truly loves me."

"Are you already assuming he loves you?"

"I feel he does."

"You haven't dated him yet?"

"It's how he talks to me."

"When did you talk to him?"

"We've talked."

"When?"

Brooke answered, "Twice at Shakira's and once at Bubba's house."

"That's not exactly talking to him."

Brooke explained, "After I was released he sent me a text message saying he understood what it was like to be cheated on. He told me Tyrone cheating on me wasn't my fault. We talked for three hours at Bubba's house. It was amazing. I never talked to a guy like that before. I don't care what Shakira says. She's stupid for cheating on him."

Kendra mentioned, "I wish you'd stop calling Shakira stupid."

A flustered Brooke answered, "Okay."

Kendra mentioned, "I just don't understand the fascination."

"After I started dating. I started to think about Curtis and wished he was single. When I heard Shakira broke up with him. I decided to text him. You know what he told me?"

"You told me. He said he wasn't ready to date again."

Brooke answered, "How many other guys would have said that?"

Kendra answered truthfully, "Not many."

Brooke continued, "So I left him alone. But after talking to him at Bubba's party I haven't stopped wondering what it would be like to be with Curtis."

"There's other guys."

"I have to know."

Kendra asked, "So when did you ask him out?"

"After talking to Savanna."

Kendra mentioned, "You'd think a guy would ask out Savanna."

Brooke answered, "It's what I was talking about. Guys her age don't want to date her because she doesn't put out. She believes she's ugly."

"Why? She's an attractive girl."

"She doesn't believe so because kids have picked on her."

They were silent for a while. Both knew what it was like to be picked on. Both knew why Savanna was picked on.

Kendra broke the silence, "I can't believe you asked him out."

"If I wasn't with Tyrone and if he wasn't with Shakira I feel he'd have asked me out a long time ago."

"How do you know?"

Brooke was matter of fact, "Savanna told me. More important. I feel it."

They stopped talking when the phone directed her off the freeway and into the western suburb Curtis lived in.

Brooke stated matter of fact, "He was never going to ask me out because he believed I was still friends with Shakira."

"Are you?"

"Not any more."

Kendra mentioned, "You should talk to her."

Brooke answered, "I wasn't planning on it."

They became silent as the phone directed Brooke onto a rural road.

After the electronic directions were over Kendra asked, "Have you ever dated a white guy?"

Defensive, "Why does that matter?"

"It just does."

"Curtis likes black women."

"That's obvious."

A slight pause.

Kendra stated, "That doesn't mean you should date him."

From the heart Brooke answered, "I never believed I'd ever date a white guy. But Curtis feels different than any other guy I've ever known. I'd feel this way if he was black."

"Are you sure you don't want to date Curtis because of Tyrone?"

"Yes and no."

Kendra was quick to comment, "Are you sure the only reason you want to date Curtis is because he's white?"

Brooke answered from her heart, "I've only dated black guys since Tyrone. I know white guys cheat too. What's important to me is Curtis never cheated on Shakira."

Kendra acknowledged, "He's a loyal guy."

Brooke held back her tears, "Curtis and I know what it's like to be cheated on."

Kendra mentioned, "You have to have more in common than that."

"We have lots of things in common."

Brooke's phone directed her to turn left and drive a couple miles. Brooke glanced at the map. There were a series of stop lights before she would reach the restaurant he raved about.

"What about being a step-mother? You know his son is white?"

Kendra would wait for an answer.

"I'll love him."

"What happens if he doesn't love you back?"

Brooke's heart stopped. She just assumed they would love one another.

Brooke answered honestly, "I'll love him anyway."

"You know it'll be difficult for you if his son doesn't love you."

Brooke answered quickly, "He loved Shakira."

Kendra was blunt, "He's likely to feel you are like Shakira. So be prepared for him to put you at arms length."

This pulled at Brooke's heart.

Kendra asked, "Are you ready for that?"

"I am."

"Are you?"

Kendra purposely repeated herself, "You'll feel hurt if he doesn't love you in return."

There was silence as Brooke waited for the stop light to change.

In defiance Brooke answered, "Imagine if we have a great relationship. It could turn out to be a blessing for all of us."

Kendra answered, "Okay. Lets assume his son and yourself end up liking one another. But then it doesn't work out with Curtis? Don't pretend that wouldn't bother you."

Brooke sometimes hated it when Kendra was so practical.

Kendra heard the silence. It was obvious her best friend never considered this. Kendra just wanted her best friend to be aware being a step-mother could turn out to be hurtful. Kendra knew she needed to back off from this part of the conversation. Kendra believed Brooke would be an excellent parent.

Kendra broke the silence, "Have you ever been with a small cock?"

"No."

"For some women size is everything. Many of these women can't get off without good penetration."

Brooke stated, "You've been with smaller guys."

"I have."

Brooke asked, "Was it good? What's the difference between a small one and a big one?"

Kendra being honest answered, "One of the best guys I was with was small. One of the worst guys was small. One of my favorite guys was medium sized. One of my worst experiences was with a guy who was large. One of my favorite sexual experiences was with a guy who was big. The difference was their attitude and their honesty."

The electronic map told Brooke the destination was a quarter of a mile away. Glancing at the map it showed two strip malls. One was on the left side of a side street. The other was on the right side of this side street. The map was showing her to turn into the right side parking lot.

Kendra asked, "Should I start with the good lover with a small cock or the bad one?"

"The bad one."

"He was so nervous. He didn't let me see it or touch it. I felt so uncomfortable. The next time I had to insist on touching it. He was so nervous he exploded in seconds. Then couldn't get it up. Confidence goes a long way."

"Did you see him again?"

"Would you?"

Brooke answered, "I don't feel it'll be like that with Curtis."

There was a brief silence.

Brooke asked the same question, with a different angle, hoping to get more details, "Makes sense. But what's the difference between a good lover and a bad one? And a big cock and a small cock?"

"With a big cock its all about the full feeling and the guys stamina."

Brooke stated, "I've experienced that."

"With a small guy you can't expect good penetration. He has to be willing to make up for it in other ways."

The electronic map instructed Brooke to turn right onto the side street. On the left side of the street was a gas station, a small strip mall, and a large box store. On the right side of the street was a large L shaped strip mall and a parking lot. She spotted a clothing store she often received coupons for, a large pet store, and a discount chain she liked. At the end of the strip mall was a credit union she was a member of. In the center of this large parking lot was the restaurant Curtis suggested. She parked in a place where Curtis would likely never spot her and where she could view who was going in and out of the establishment.

Kendra could tell Brooke arrived.

Kendra suggested, "We could talk about this later."

"I'm early."

"Oh."

"This restaurant is the parking lot. I'm parked a ways away. I'm waiting to see if he'll show up."

Kendra was mater of fact, "If he promised to be there he'll show up. If not he'll call you."

This was encouraging to Brooke. To be with a guy who kept promises and communicated this way was everything to her.

Kendra began, "One of my best lovers was small."

"You never told me that."

Kendra ignored the comment and continued, "Before we ever did anything. I think it was on our third date he told me his size. I asked him why he would tell me."

"What did he say?"

"He assumed women are unable to tell how big a guy is."

"Sometimes we can tell."

"I know. But it was his reasoning."

"I get it."

Kendra continued, "Anyway. He believed if I was a woman who needed a big cock it was better for me to know before we became serious. He believed it was better to end it at that moment than pretend it didn't matter."

Broke answered, "I never thought about that."

"Neither did I."

Brooke mentioned, "It's kind of bold for a guy to admit he's small."

"I thought the same thing. The nickname he has for it is funny."

Brooke wasn't sure if she heard what Kendra said correctly.

Brooke answered, "I guess."

"Having a nickname put me at ease. I didn't have to pretend or ignore the fact he was small. I felt if a guy was willing to tell me he has a small cock that must mean he has confidence. Nothing is worse than being with a guy who lacks confidence. I'm glad I don't have to keep reassuring him."

Brooke answered, "That makes sense."

"What makes him a great lover is how he overcompensates for his size. I was honestly surprised how much I desired to be with him again. And again. Oh my. His tongue and the way he touches me is amazing. I love making love to him."

Brooke asked, "Are you cheating on Reggie?"

Kendra answered bluntly, "I'm talking about Reggie."

"Oh."

Kendra stated, "I never imagined I would end up marrying a guy who has a small cock."

Brooke stated, "But Reggie is black?"

Kendra answered, "Not every black guy is big. You just happened to be with black guys who were big."

Brooke watched Curtis pull up to the restaurant and get out of his small SUV.

Kendra mentioned, "It took us a while to find positions that worked. I was willing to give up on the idea we'd ever find one. But Reggie kept insisting we try. I was surprised the first time I came while he was inside of me. I can't get off with every position but we know the ones that can get me off. Even then I might not."

There was a moment of silence.

Kendra was thinking about the positions that worked. She was becoming aroused thinking about making love to her husband.

Brooke was contemplating what penetration would be with a small white cock. She had difficulty believing a small cock could be satisfying during penetration. She was willing to forego satisfying penetration for regular orgasms during foreplay. She reasoned penetration would just be for Curtis. This was easy for Brooke to settle for because she rarely achieved orgasms. She believed sex was always pleasurable for the guy and a woman was lucky when it was pleasurable for them.

Kendra broke the silence with, "We're honest with one another and I never fake it."

Brooke stated from the heart, "You're lucky to be with a man who talks to you and works with you. It's miserable to be with a guy who doesn't want to listen. I'd love to be with a guy who'll talk to me when we're having issues. I never again want to be with a guy who believes everything is fine when it isn't. I want us to work through struggles"

Kendra answered, "I never thought about it that way before."

Brooke added, "Be glad he doesn't get angry with you when you don't fake it."

"I've never faked it with anyone."

Brooke took this to heart.

Brooke still wanted more details. She asked, "What can I expect with making love to a guy who's small?"

"Even if he has confidence you might have to reassure him at the beginning."

"Okay."

"Don't expect a full feeling."

"Oh."

"This doesn't mean sex is horrible. Like I mentioned before. It might take a while to find a position that works."

"What do you mean?"

"I've needed to focus on the intimacy instead of a full feeling. When I need a full feeling I use my dildo. I don't mind because Reggie is so good with everything else. I'll take the foreplay and the sensual sex any day over a good pounding."

"Do you have regular orgasms?"

Kendra answered, "The best thing about Reggie is his tongue."

"It is?"

"I can't guarantee every small guy is great with their tongue but you have a better chance with a guy who has a small cock."

Brooke recalled a homemade interracial video of a white guy going down on a ebony woman.

Brooke mentioned, "I've heard white guys are better at giving head."

Kendra answered, "Just like all black guys are big?"

Brooke answered, "I guess that's a little ignorant."

Kendra was stern when she stated, "Reggie is excellent with his tongue. The best I've experienced and he's black."

Silence.

Kendra being serious broke into the silence, "I hate to mention this."

"Say it."

"Shakira stayed with him because of his tongue."

"I knew she liked his oral skills but I didn't know this was the reason she stayed with him."

Kendra reluctantly stated, "She never told you because she was jealous."

A surprised Brooke answered, "Of me?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you tell me that before?"

"I'm not sure you two are ready to date. Much less dating one another."

Being positive Brooke stated, "Maybe that's why we should date one another."

"It's either going to work out great or it'll be horrible."

With heart Brooke stated, "We understand one another."

Kendra felt Brooke would put everything she had into building a relationship with Curtis. It was who she was. This was the reason Kendra reluctantly gave her blessing, "I hope it works out."

"Me too."

"I'll let you go."

"Wait."

"What?"

Brooke blushed, "You've been with white guys before. Right?"

"Yeah."

"What's the best part of doing a white guy?"

Kendra was honest, "I like grabbing a white guys cock. The contrast between my black hand and a pale cock was a turn on."

"Oh."

Kendra decided to brag, "Every single white guy told me I was great at giving head."

Immediately Brooke stated, "I'm tired of blow jobs."

Kendra being encouraging answered, "Sucking on a small one is much easier than a big one. Watch out. They shoot faster."

"They do?"

"That's my experience. At least when I'm performing oral."

"What talents you have."

They giggled.

Kendra was encouraging, "Curtis is a good guy."

"If I didn't think he was I wouldn't have asked him out."

Kendra stated, "I still can't believe you asked him out."

Brooke answered, "He would have never asked me because of my friendship with Shakira."

"You know she won't like it."

Brooke stated, "I don't care if we ever talk to one another again."

"I get it."

"Thank-you."

Kendra answered, "Friends for life."

Brooke answered, "Friends for life."

This is when Kendra turned off her phone.

8

***Lunch***

Brooke was happy to see an Afro-American couple and a mixed raced couple step into the restaurant. Based upon the people she was seeing entering and leaving the strip mall this was mostly an upper and middle class white suburb but with a small percentage of middle class minorities. She felt, if she was to end up with Curtis, she should move to this suburb. His son went to school in this school district and his Ex lived in this suburb. Brooke was ready to move out of the city. With her work experience she believed she could get a job at a nearby hospital or at a local clinic. The difficulty would be her arrest record.

This is when she spotted Curtis step into the restaurant. He sat in a waiting area. She watched him for a while. She spotted him take out his phone. She could tell he was debating about texting her. She quickly took out her phone and texted him. In the text she told him she would be there in a few moments. She took a deep breath. She drove out of the parking lot, went around, and drove up to the restaurant like she was just arriving.

She took a deep breath. Grabbed her purse. Stepped out of her SUV. Shut the door and headed toward the restaurant. She smiled when Curtis opened the restaurant door for her. She adored it when a guy was a gentleman. This was how her first love and the guy who dated her for three months treated her. She reminded herself it would be unfair to compare Curtis with her first love. She forgave her first love for dying in a car crash.

She smiled at Curtis and thanked him for opening the door.

They stared at one another.

She liked his square face, his brown eyes, the glasses he wore, she liked his long straight nose, and his smile. She was unsure about his graying curly hair. She liked the fact he was in shape. He was far from an athletic specimen but was lean. Brooke wasn't focused on looks. Her friends were shocked at the attractive guys she turned down and the below average looking guys she was willing to date. Curtis was wearing a nice white and blue button shirt, khaki colored slacks, and brown shoes. She liked his cologne. She loved the fact he dressed nice for her.

He mentioned, "We have to wait to be seated."

She smiled, "This restaurant is so full."

Curtis answered, "It's always like this."

He led her to a waiting area. She glanced at his crotch. She imagined Curtis' small white cock. She again recalled the homemade video with a small cocked white guy performing oral on a black woman. This woman had a full blown orgasm. Brooke believed she could tell when a woman was faking for the camera. This is why she enjoyed homemade porn. Watching average looking women receive an orgasm while a guy performed oral was her favorite porn (when she used to watch it). Tyrone never even attempted giving her oral. The guy she gave up her virginity to was good enough to get her wet but never sent her over the edge. She blocked out all of her sexual thoughts.

She was delighted to hear, "You look amazing."

She smiled, "Well thank you."

He was concealing is nervousness. She liked the fact he was nervous and was doing a good job of covering it up.

He stated, "Lets sit over here."

He pointed to one of the three wooden benches the restaurant provided.

"Sure."

He showed her an electronic device, "This will flash when they have a seat for us."

She smiled, "Okay."

He motioned for her to sit down first. She made sure there was room for both. He politely sat next to her. They were silent for a while.

He broke the silence, "I was never asked out before."

"I never asked out a guy before."

"I've always wanted to ask you out. But it wouldn't have been right."

She smiled.

He mentioned, "There were many times while dating Shakira I thought about you."

Testing him, "Why didn't you call me?"

She observed his concerned look, "I couldn't."

"Why?"

"If I called you It meant I was cheating on Shakira."

Holding back tears but needing to test him, "Shakira cheated on you?"

"That wouldn't make it right. Plus you were with Tyrone."

"I've been single for a while. You could have asked me out?"

"For a long time I was still with Shakira."

She turned to him, touched him on his leg, and with dreamy eyes stated, "I wouldn't have allowed it."

"No matter. I would have wanted too."

They stared at one another.

The electronic device buzzed and light up.

"Lets go up to the counter."

She moved into his space. They stepped up to the counter. The hostess led them to a booth. Brooke set her purse and coat on one side. She suggested Curtis put his coat next to hers. He listened. He then slid into the booth. She slid in after him. She was delighted they were sitting next to one another. They looked at the menu together. They discussed what they wanted. Both ordered meals. Both shared the meals. They proceeded to have a two hour conversation about nothing serious. This normal conversation was exhilarating for her.

At the end of the two hours he mentioned, "I'm looking for someone I can settle down with and marry. I need to be with a woman who is willing to be a step mom and won't ever cheat on me. I don't want Nathan and I to go through that again."

Her heart fluttered.

She answered, "I don't want to be cheated on either."

He took a deep breath. He whispered, "I have a small cock."

Because of her conversation with Kendra she took this confession as a positive.

He stated in a whisper, "I understand if it's a deal breaker. I'd rather you admit it's a deal breaker now than for you to lie to me and say it doesn't matter."

She asked with compassion, "Why is this important?"

He whispered, "I never again want to be told the reason I was cheated on was because of my small cock."

She was immediately angry at Shakira.

Based on her facial expression he said, "It looks like this is important to you."

She faced him and touched his leg, "Sex isn't always wonderful. What I want is a guy who's willing to work on it when it isn't going great. I've been with guys who are big and you know what?"

"No."

"I've rarely experienced great sex. Most of the time I faked it and got myself off later."

She studied his reaction.

Very serious she stated, "I'm never again going to fake an orgasm again."

"I wouldn't want you too."

She looked for any signs of lying.

He answered the look, "If you fake it. How am I going to know what you like? Plus I never want to fake it again."

Shocked, "What?"

"I used to fake it with Shakira."

"How can a guy fake it?"

"I wasn't faking it in the sense a woman fakes it."

"Then how were you faking it?"

"After having sex for so long and not being able to finish I'd tell her it was my fault."

"Oh."

Curtis answered, "It wasn't that I couldn't feel it. It was just."

"What?"

"Sometimes sex was so cold with her I couldn't orgasm. She'd just lay there."

Brooke gave him a surprised look and starred at him.

He answered the look, "After a certain point I'd say I wasn't able to cum that day. She didn't care because she experienced an orgasm before I entered her."

She asked, "She'd have an orgasm before you entered her?"

"Most times."

In a dreamy voice she asked, "In what ways?"

"Hand or mouth."

"You like foreplay?"

"Whats sex without it? Unless of course your Shakira who loves receiving it but never gives it."

She never felt so aroused without being touched. She was talking to a guy who believed foreplay wasn't just about getting her ready for penetration.

She found herself confessing, "It's horrible when the other person doesn't try."

Curtis blushed.

Brooke turned to him and touched his leg, "You can tell me."

"It's embarrassing."

"Believe me. I understand embarrassing."

"She laughed at me when I bought an extender."

She easily imagined Shakira being mean to him. Brooke found this exciting. Here was a guy going out of his way to please his partner. An added bonus was finding out he liked toys. The only time Tyrone liked sex toys was when he was watching her masturbate. She tried introducing toys into their sex play but he always refused.

She clarified, "You'd be willing to use an extender with me?"

"Of course."

"That says a lot about you."

Curtis pushed up his glasses.

"She became angry at me when I bought her lingerie."

In a gentle tone she asked, "Why would you buy her lingerie?"

He answered, "I was trying to spice things up."

She was flooded with emotions.

He asked, "I understand if you don't want to wear lingerie. I don't need it to have a good time. It's a turn on for me when woman wear lingerie."

In a seductive way she asked, "Would you find me sexy if I wore lingerie?"

"Oh yeah."

She surprised herself when she blurted out her expectation, "I will never fake it. I don't expect you to fake it. I won't have it until we're married."

"Like I said before I don't want you to fake it. I'm willing to wait until we're married to have sex."

The question was more of a pleading, "Would you give me oral?"

"Of course."

She imagined herself against a wall, her leg over his shoulder, holding onto him, and Curtis giving her the best head she ever had in her life.

He asked, "Would you be willing to jerk me off and allow me to finish on your breasts?"

This snapped her out of her fantasy.

She answered, "I'm not sure."

"That's fair."

Very serious she stated, "Before we continue to talk about sex. I'd like us to date a while first."

"I get that."

She stated, "When the time is right. I'll be looking forward to talking to you about sex. Maybe you know. But it's horrible being with someone who refuses to discuss issues. I'd love to be with someone who's willing to reveal their fantasies and desires in a positive way. But I'm not ready yet."

He answered, "I guess I was being a little forward."

There was a moment of silence.

She studied him. She believed he was being sincere. This was such a turn on for her.

He added, "I'm hoping this is a good sign. At the same time. I understand this is early in our relationship. We'll have to bring this up later."

At this moment she was ready to marry him.

"Of course."

He asked, "Would you want to go ice fishing with me?"

She stared at him.

"I've never gone ice fishing."

"The ice is thick this year."

She asked him, "Okay. If you'd go to a jazz club with me."

"I don't know a lot about jazz but I like it. I'll go."

While they talked she was restraining herself from fully opening up and revealing her deepest sexual desires with him. For the first time in her life she wanted to express her desire of being spanked. She was unsure how far she wanted to take bondage and discipline but wanted to experiment with spanking. When Tyrone wasn't around she watched videos where women would get spanked. The idea of being naughty was the turn on. She often imagined a lover spanking her.

What she desired the most was sensual playful sex. On top of her list was receiving a romantic massage. She often imagined being surrounded by candles, soft music playing in the background, and a lover touching her with feathers. Another sensual fantasy of hers was to engage in food play. She imagined this to be both fun and naughty. She grew up in a household where wasting food was met with intense rebuke. So, to use food in sex play, felt really naughty to her.

They talked for another half hour. Curtis escorted her to her SUV. They somehow avoided kissing. He agreed to go to the Jazz Club the following Friday. The day after going to the jazz club she found herself ice fishing. She was willing to go fishing because her Dad had taken her fishing. The best part was spending a day with a guy and never felt pressured to have sex. She enjoyed their conversations. She enjoyed Curtis helping her bring in a fish.

After fishing she drove forty five minutes out of her way to a woman's boutique. (In a panic, while moving out of Tyrone's house, she needed to discretely through out all of her sex toys. The least thing she wanted, was for someone helping her move out of Tyrone's house to find her sex toys.) She purchased a small glass dildo and a floral shaped clit simulator. For the first time in her life she browsed the kink section of the store. She found the paddles to be fascinating but was to shy to purchase one. She added a book on how to have better sex and a book about kinks.

She was unable to make it home. She pulled into a box stores parking lot. Went into the store and bought batteries. She drove to a nearby park. Parked in a secluded area. Quickly put the batteries into the clit simulator. She imagined what it would be like for Curtis to give her the best head she ever experienced. She quickly got off. She was grateful no one spotted her. She made herself presentable and drove home.

9

*** Six Weeks Later***

Brooke was laying in her bed thinking.

She spent the day with Curtis and his son Nathan.

Before she left Curtis' house Nathan hugged her. During this hug, she recognized she was in love with two people. She hated it when her Best Friend was right. If their relationship ended, she would be loosing two people, not just one. She felt she needed to end it or go all in. To do anything else would have been unfair to all three of them.

She would give herself two more months to decide.

10

*** Getting Her Hair Cut***

A month and three weeks later she was sitting in the beauty salon waiting for her name to be called. The salon was filled with talk and noise. She was nervous and a little emotional. It had been years since she cut her long braided hair. Her plan was to leave the braids but she would get it cut just past her shoulders.

Tyrone often complimented her long hair. In front of other people he would talk about how she braided it and how long it took her to grow it. She believed he intentionally found her appealing because of her long braided hair and her breasts. Half way through their relationship she became tired of the maintenance and suggested she cut it. Tyrone became angry. He insisted she would no longer be attractive if she cut her hair.

Multiple times Curtis complimented her hair. She resented these compliments. She wondered if the only reason Curtis found her attractive was because of her hair.

A beautician called her name and led her to her chair. A teary eyed Brooke informed the beautician what she wanted. The beautician made sure this was what she wanted. Brooke agreed. Brooke watched in the mirror as her hair was transformed. Her hair was shortened to just below her shoulders. All of her braids were loosened except for on the very top. She had a looser wider braid where more of her natural dark wave was visible.

This hair style made her look older. Something she hoped for. This gave her more flexibility of styles. Her hair was now easier to maintain. She was pleased on how feminine she felt. The test would happen at dinner. She was to meet Curtis at a Chinese buffet they both liked. If Curtis ridiculed her or she would brake up with him. She would accept a polite dislike. If he was shocked at the change but adapted to it she would accepted it. What she hoped for was an honest complement.

It was a cool mid March day when she nervously stepped into the restaurant. She was wearing a brand new dark wash two piece denim set. This included a jacket and high waisted flared jeans. The jeans were embroidered with gold colored stitching along: the front seam, a few inches from the bottom of her jeans, along the pockets, and along the belt loops. She felt Curtis would like the gold stitching around her back pockets. She liked the matching stitching and the two pockets on the denim jacket.

Underneath her jacket she was wearing a light blue and white striped poplin pleated button shirt. She was well aware this shirt highlighted her breasts without being overtly provocative. She wore gold loop earrings and two matching gold bracelets on her left wrist. She added a gold chain necklace with a coin charm. Over her shoulder was a brand new purse. She applied natural looking makeup but made sure her lips were highlighted. She was wearing light blue high healed platform dress sandals.

It was wonderful to be in a relationship with a guy who went shopping with her. His patience was amazing. Because she read the book about kinks she believed he had fetishes. She was unsure of how she felt about this. Her concern was if he could perform without them and if he had control over them. She felt naughty and adventurous whenever she wore an outfit she believed turned Curtis on. She was certain he had a thing for denim. This outfit was a signal to Curtis, if she continued the relationship, she was ready to discuss sex.

She was disappointed he didn't recognize her at first. Then he noticed her. She could tell he was shocked. His smile told her everything. He approached her and complimented on how attractive she was and specifically mentioned her hair. She discussed her hair for over a half hour. She confessed to being nervous. She explained why she changed her hair. The many different ways she thought about changing it. What she felt when it was cut. She suggested getting rid of her braids and trying a variety of styles. His one request was to never cut her hair short. She had him clarify what he considered short. This back and forth conversation was everything to her.

Without proclaiming anything they sat shoulder to shoulder at a table. They always went up to the buffet together. They discussed their meals and shared their meals. While eating they talked about everything they were witnessing in the restaurant. She loved the fact they talked about their day to day lives. She always paid close attention when he talked about his son Nathan. She enjoyed hearing Curtis' tell her about the research he was doing and the documentary he was involved in.

This non sexual event was sexually stimulating to Brooke. She was turned on by how he responded to her hair cut. She was aware he was turned on by her outfit. She adored the idea she was the cause of his arousal. The bulge he created was barely visible. This was disappointing to her. She was willing to overlook his size because of how easily it was to communicate with him.

She wasn't ignorant to the fact they needed to discuss sex. She specialty wanted to know what his kinks and fetishes were. She believed she knew what some of his fetishes were based upon their shopping trips. Because of her trust issues she wanted to find out what these were before talking to him. Her plan was to view the search history of his laptop.

11

*** Three Weeks Later; Buying Perennials and Planting Them***

Brooke worked every other weekend. On this cool April Saturday she was spending her day off at Curtis' house. The positive was the sun was out and it was a clear day. Curtis was mowing his three acre lawn for the first time this year. Brooke admired the lawn and the riding lawnmower.

Brooke was adding flowers and foliage to his large deck.

She was without makeup. She was wearing a blue scuba funnel neck jacket with a white strip down the sleeves. There was dark red trim along the zipper, along the collar, and at the end of the sleeve was a section of dark red fabric. Her sleeves were slightly pulled up. The jacket zipper was open. Underneath she was wearing a print t-shirt with a picture of the singer Sade on front. Matching the jacket she was wearing a pair of mid rise straight leg stretch athletic pants. She liked the white stripe down the sides and how it matched the top. She was wearing an older pair of blue and white athletic shoes.

This wooden deck was a quarter of an acre square. It was against the house and stretched out into the back yard. Facing the deck from the yard, the length went from the edge of the right side of the house and stopped six feet from the left side of the house. Attached to this deck was a four rung railing. The left side of the deck was perfectly square. The deck became oblong on the right side when it reached the oblong shaped pool and the hot tub. The pool and hot tub were on a second level of the deck. Curtis was informed the pool was added first, the deck was added later, and before he moved into the house the hot tub was added.

Still facing the deck from the yard. There was a set of center stairs. These stairs went from the top of the deck to the ground. These stairs were between the pool and the left edge of the deck. These stairs lined up with the back door of the house. There was a second set of wooden stairs on the left side of the deck. These stairs were five feet away from the house. Like the center stairs they went from the deck to the ground. There were two more sets of stairs on either side of the raised deck. All of the stairs had railings. The stairs near the raised deck had pads attached to them to prevent slipping. In between the raised part of the deck and the center stairs were two attached wooden planters. There were two more attached wooden planters between the left side of the deck and the center stairs.

Facing the railing from the back door. Brooke decided to start at the right inside planter and move toward the raised deck. She loved how wide and long these planters were. The two planters nearest the stairs were five feet long and a foot wide. The other two were three feet long and six inches wide.

Curtis was eager to explain how: he replaced many of the boards of this deck, stained the whole deck, and fixed the planters. She could tell this was done a while ago. It was her assumption Shakira maintained these planters.

Brooke felt he did a great job of securing these planters and matching the wood of the deck. What was unacceptable were the dried up sticks inside of these planters. Brooke was making these planters into her own. Brooke was eager to do so because she grew up helping her Mom maintain a garden in their backyard and growing flowers around the house. While in high school she worked at a local hardware store. Every summer she worked at the garden center this store put up. During college she worked at a popular garden center in an upper class suburban neighborhood.

Sitting on top of the railing next to the planter were flowers in store bought planters. These were the flowers she planned on transplanting into the planter. Sitting on a nearby cart were: outdoor planters, brand new large planters, four small outdoor shrubs in planters, and more flowers ready to be transplanted. Most of the flowers were bright colored perennials. On the other side of the railing was a lawn tractor trailer full of planting soil.

This soil and these plants touched her heart. A week prior she mentioned how the flower pots needed flowers and how the deck needed to be decorated. The next day, after work, Nathan and Curtis took her shopping to pick out the flowers and plants.

The way the three of them picked out this foliage and everything she needed to plant them touched her heart. She felt appreciated whenever Curtis asked for her advice. Shortly after recognizing Curtis and Nathan were listening to her she hid herself in the store and teared up. What was equally touching, they both looked for her. She made sure they didn't notice she had been crying.

She felt honored when Curtis defended her. A white female clerk answered Brooke's question as if Curtis asked it. He made the clerk answer Brooke's questions directly. Curtis made it clear they were in a committed relationship. Brooke never felt the need to correct him.

She enjoyed Nathan. He kept trying to help her. There were numerous times when he mentioned how his Mom would use a certain product or bought certain flowers. She immediately asked him if he liked those flowers. If he didn't, even if she did, she avoided those flowers. The opposite was true as well, if he liked them even if she didn't, she selected them. What was important to Brooke was he was trying to help her.

She felt Nathan was very well behaved and Curtis was a very good father. She never minded Nathan because he was well behaved. She admired the way Curtis disciplined him.

During two previous shopping trips Curtis removed Nathan from the store and was forced to wait in the car. Curtis had a set of rules Nathan needed to abide by. Brooke admired Curtis' rules because they were reasonable and were based upon common sense. The first she witnessed Curtis take him to the car was when Nathan ran away from them. The second time was when he snipped at Brooke. She was unsure of how to handle it because Nathan never acted this way before. It took less than a millisecond for Curtis to be dragged to the car. When she sat in the car he was forced to apologize. Whenever Nathan ended up in the car he was assured to receive nothing.

Brooke admired the fact Nathan wasn't given everything he wanted. He was allowed to look but he had to ask before he could touch anything. Nathan could ask for anything in the store but if Curtis told him he couldn't have an item the discussion was over. What added to Brooke's admiration was the fact Nathan never through tantrums.

During this shopping trip Brooke decided to buy Nathan a plastic play tool set. Before purchasing it she texted Curtis and asked if she could purchase it for him. This lead to a texting conversation. Neither one wanted Nathan to verbally hear their conversation. He admired the fact she asked him but felt she could have purchased the item without his permission. They agreed if Nathan wanted to do something or receive anything he needed permission from both. If there was ever a misunderstanding they would discuss it later away from Nathan. They agreed to be a parenting team.

She was wise enough to recognize this raised the level of their relationship.

Shortly after this exchange Curtis put his arm around her waist. This was the first time he overtly touched her. Her impulse was to shun it. This was the first time in her life any guy ever engaged in public displays of affection. Before she had a chance of shunning it he winked at her and focused on plant fertilizer.

Curtis asked her a question about the fertilizer and she stared at him in a haze. She wanted more outward affection. She was well aware, there were people who disliked it whenever anyone showed this sort of outward affection in public. Much less, a white guy overtly showing loving affection to a black woman. It was plainly obvious he could have cared less who liked it or not. This was both liberating and a little overwhelming. She was feeling a whole mix of emotions and thousands of thoughts were swirling in her mind. What snapped her out of it was when Nathan mentioned his Mom used a certain brand of fertilizer.

After shopping Brooke agreed to eat dinner at an obnoxious pizza place. Everything was loud and there were a large amount of kids running around. Her favorite part was playing Skee Ball with Nathan and Curtis. She used her bowling skills to win a lot of tickets. Her favorite part was teaching Nathan how to roll the ball. She was just as excited he was when he won a lot of tickets.

Her plan was to trade in her tickets for a small stuffed animal for her niece. Nathan assumed Brooke's tickets were his tickets too. She recognized Nathan and Curtis shared their tickets. Brooke was unsure on what she should do. She was relieved when Curtis made it clear her tickets were her tickets. Nathan started to debate this ruling. Curtis ended this debate when he promised to keep all of the tickets he won and would select something for himself. Observing Nathan's hurt look caused Brooke to bend down and tell him why she was keeping her tickets. Curtis pointed out on how "nice" Brooke was being. In Curtis' view, Brooke didn't have to explain her reasons for keeping the tickets she won.

She adored the communication between Nathan and Curtis as they traded in their tickets. She admired Curtis' patience. Curtis patiently helped Nathan count out the tickets and explained what items he could choose. She respected the way they interacted with the clerk. She held in her tears observing the way they communicated.

In Brooke's heart this added another level to their relationship.

Just as they were leaving this obnoxious pizza place Curtis received a phone call. They all stopped when Curtis asked them too. He stepped away from them. Brooke's jealous suspicious flared up because she was incapable of hearing what he was saying. These suspicious increased, when he was done with the conversation on the phone, and he instructed Nathan to sit on a bench outside of the restaurant. Curtis requested they talk.

Brooke prepared herself to be told he was cheating on her.

A very defensive Brooke asked, "Who is she?"

The passion she just displayed raised the level of their relationship.

Curtis stared at her.

"Don't you lie to me. Who is she?"

The very thought he was cheating on caused her to experience a rush of feelings. This created a fierce passion. It caught her off guard. She was honest within herself to recognize the only reason she was filled with this much passion was on account she loved him.

Curtis held in his patience, "It's Kelly. Nathan's Mom."

She felt foolish. But all of the these emotions were on the surface. She concealed them from Curtis but she knew she would need to process them all.

"Oh."

"Would you be willing to meet her?"

This was something she was unprepared for. She expected this to happen in a few months or if they were at some event together. Not today.

"Why?"

"Someone sent Kelly a video of the night you were arrested."

"I thought she knew?"

Curtis answered back, "I did too."

"She's upset. She's concerned you'd hurt Nathan. She's threatening to stop visitations until I brake up with you."

Brooke immediately teared and stated as a fact, "Okay. We'll have to stop seeing one another."

"We can work this out."

With passion she stated, "Your son needs you. I can't be the person who splits the two of you up. No. I'm not going to be that person."

She was unable to hold in her tears. The least thing she wanted was for them to end their relationship. But, she believed with all of her heart Curtis' relationship with his son was more important. This would change if they ever got married. Even then; she would never be a wedge between them.

Curtis stated, "If you explain what happened she'll change her mind."

Brooke was honestly unsure of what she should do.

He pleaded, "Talk to her. She's reasonable."

"How's she being reasonable?"

"She's trying to protect Nathan."

Brooke pleaded from her heart, "I'm not going to hurt anyone."

"I know. But she doesn't know how good you are with him."

She felt this comment took their relationship up another level.

They studied one another.

Curtis stated, "There isn't any pressure. If you don't want to I understand."

"Do you want me too?"

"Yes."

Defensive, "Why?"

"I love you."

He said it. It wasn't the way she wanted him to express it but it was purely honest. There wasn't any doubt he meant it.

She managed a serious response without crying, "Because I love both of you. I can't be the reason you two stop having a relationship. He's more important than me."

He answered, "Both of you are important to me."

She gained control of herself. She was now the woman who could manage a metropolitan hospitals emergency room.

She stated, "So often we don't get what we want."

"I'll fight her in court."

She reached out and touched him, "Neither of us want that."

He stated, "I told her. If she met you she'd change her mind."

She found herself needing some reassurance, "Do you really love me?"

He answered, "I fell in love with you when we talked at Shakira's party. I buried it because I was with Shakira."

She stepped up to him. She embraced him. They passionately kissed.

She pulled away, "I had to know."

"Know what?"

She became very serious, "I'll talk to her. But I will not be the wedge. No. I will not. You understand?"

"Yes."

This is when Curtis took out his phone and called his ex-wife.

Brooke looked over at Nathan. He was kneeling at the bench playing with the toys he won. Kendra was correct. If they broke up she would be breaking up with two people. She decided she didn't care about the conversation Curtis was having with his Ex. She stepped over to Nathan.

She was unsure if she would ever have a family of her own. For the next few minutes she would fully embrace the role of a Step Mother. She sat on the bench, grabbed a toy, and played with him. They laughed and made sound effects. She blocked out all of her emotions. She was determined to saver this as long as she could.

Nathan blurted out, "I like you."

Brooke held in her emotions as she answered, "I like you too."

"You're nicer than Shakira."

"I am?"

"Yeah."

"You do stuff with us."

"I do things with you because I like you and your Daddy."

He became serious.

"Are you going to leave Daddy like Shakira and Mommy?"

This caught her completely off guard.

She answered in a positive voice, "I don't plan on it."

He then picked up a dinosaur and said, "This is a triceratops."

She answered, "I like dinosaurs too."

He became excited, "You should go with us to see Dinosaur."

Her heart fluttered. She held in her tears.

"Where did you see a dinosaur?"

"The museum."

She was unable to ask a follow up question because Curtis approached. She stood up and looked up at Curtis.

Curtis stated, "She'll talk to you."

"When?"

"As soon as we drop him off."

"Today?"

"Yeah."

She took a deep breath.

This was the moment.

She answered very seriously, "All right."

The twenty minute drive from the obnoxious pizza place to Nathan's house was grueling. The last time Brooke felt this way was when she was in the hallway of the courthouse before her hearing. She passed the time by having a conversation with Nathan. Nathan loved telling her everything he knew about dinosaurs and sharks.

For the first time in her life a love interest reached over and grabbed her hand. She felt it was foolish to take it, especially when this could be the last time they were together, these rational thoughts didn't stop her from taking his hand. His gentle grip gave her confidence.

They reached the house. Kelly's two dogs were letting the world know Nathan was there. The oldest of the two dogs was exceptionally excited because he was acquired when Kelly and Curtis first bought the house. Brooke spotted a cat sitting on the back of a couch staring out the front window. The cat's tail was twitching. Brooke felt the cat was inspecting her.

Kelly stepped out of the house and waited for Curtis and Nathan. Brooke felt Kelly was a very beautiful woman. She was in her late thirties, had Natural red hair, was taller than Curtis, had perky boobs, was athletic, had long legs, and had a similar backside to herself. Kelly was wearing a new pair of dark blue jeans, a button top, some makeup, and was in very nice sandals. Brooke believed during the twenty minute ride to this house Kelly quickly got dressed and made herself look better.

Brooke wanted to be angry at her. This woman was threatening to stop her from having a relationship with Nathan and Curtis. Brooke reminded herself Kelly was Nathan's mother. Brooke put herself into Kelly's shoes. Something her counselor helped her accomplish when it came to relationships. Brooke was great at doing so as a nurse but struggled doing so in romantic relationships. This is when Brooke was able to imagine what Kelly must have felt viewing the clip of herself throwing a rock into a windshield. Brooke easily imagined herself acting the same way as Kelly if the situations were reversed.

Curtis stepped out of his pick-up-truck, went around the vehicle, opened the door back passenger door of the truck, and led Nathan to the house. A nervous Brooke watched as Kelly knelt down and talked to Nathan. Brooke paid close attention to the body language of Kelly. Brooke's glimmer of hope was when a smiling Nathan turned and pointed at Brooke. Brooke and Kelly's eyes met. Kelly stood up opened the door to the house and spoke to both Nathan and Curtis. Nathan and Curtis stepped into Kelly's house. This is when Kelly approached the pick-up-truck.

Brooke received a text from Curtis, "She wants to talk to you. Be honest with her. She can take it. She's known for taking care of the difficult animals at the animal hospital."

Brooke rolled her eyes.

He continued, "She falls for strays and difficult cases all the time."

Brooke wondered how this was supposed to encourage her.

He texted her, "Meaning she has heart."

Brooke looked up when there was a gentle knock on the pick-up-truck window.

Brooke took a deep breath and stepped out of the pick-up-truck. The first thought from Brooke had, "She's so tall."

Kelly stated, "I'm Kelly."

"Hello. I'm Brooke."

They studied one another.

"Nathan likes you."

Brooke answered, "I like him too."

This is when Kelly suggested, "Why don't we sit on the tailgate?"

"Sounds good."

Brooke followed Kelly around the truck. She watched Kelly pull down the tail gate and easily sat on it. Brooke didn't want to embarrass herself by trying to get up on the tailgate. She remained standing.

Kelly surprised Brooke, "He loves you."

Brooke answered from her heart, "I love them both."

"He's my son."

Brooke answered, "I'm not wanting to take him away from you. I just want to be his step-Mom."

Brooke knew this was the final level. It was a declared one. To go back now would be completely unfair to herself and the three people who were now intertwined in her life.

"How long have you two been dating?"

"A few months. But we've known one another for a long time."

Kelly asked, "You were friends with Shakira?"

Brooke could feel where this was going, "A friendship I've gladly ended."

"How can you be in love with him. You've only dating a few months?"

Brooke disliked this implication and the tone of the question. She again put herself into Kelly's shoes. Brooke chose to be calm. She reminded herself this was Nathan's mother. This didn't stop Brooke from being defensive.

"I'm not that type of woman. Our relationship isn't based upon some sort of fling."

Kelly disliked the tone but felt Brooke was being honest.

With a more direct approach Kelly stated, "I'm concerned you'll loose your temper and hurt my son."

Brooke held back her tears.

Kelly noticed.

Brooke stated from her heart, "I wouldn't ever hurt Nathan."

Still struggling to hold back tears Brooke stated, "I wish I could have that night back."

"Why?"

Brooke avoided the question and pleaded, "Don't do this. I wouldn't do anything to hurt them. I get it. If you don't want me to be around Nathan. I'll stop seeing Curtis."

These two women starred at one another.

Brooke burst through the silence, "Please don't ask me to choose. I'm not going to take Nathan away from you. I'm never going to hurt him. I just want to be a part of their lives. I want them to be a part of my life."

With passion Brooke added, "I've never been with a guy like Curtis before."

There was a moment of silence. Brooke could see regret in Kelly's eyes. This was a concern. Then again, Brooke didn't feel Kelly would try and win him back either.

Kelly with a serious tone asked,"So what happened? Why would you throw a rock at someone? You could have killed him?"

Brooke calmly explained the events of the night she threw the rock. As she told this story she felt an understanding developing within Kelly. This understanding led to a few questions. The questions led to more discussion.

By the end of the discussion Kelly's heart was warmed enough to give Brooke a chance. Kelly promised she would never interfere unless she felt Nathan was in danger. With Brooke being an emergency room nurse she witnessed many horrible mothers. Brooke believed Kelly was a good one. Brooke promised she would never physically hurt Nathan or try and replace Kelly.

Kelly believed her.

12

*** Sexual Impulses and Deep Thoughts***

Brooke was on the forth and final planter. She was putting in yellow colored perennials. She stopped for a moment and studied Curtis. He was now using a push mower. She felt the desire to make love to him. Up until today she was stead fast in her resolve to wait until their wedding night. She believed if he was willing to wait until their wedding night he truly loved her. The reason she wanted to make love to him was to possess him. This was the very reason she was restraining herself.

She believed Tyrone possessed her. He did so by taking advantage of the love she felt and the relationship she was desperately trying to create. With the help of counseling she came to grips with the fact she had been in love with Tyrone. Looking back on her relationship with Tyrone, she could now see the signs when Tyrone was cheating on her, and accepted the reasons why she ignored these signs. She was able to face the times when she was bluntly deceived. She promised herself this would never happen again.

The tough part for Brooke was how to proceed in their relationship without being possessive. She disliked how jealous she became the previous day. She believed the key was trust. This was very difficult for her. In her heart she knew the man mowing the grass was likely never to cheat on him. She was well aware he was delighted to be with her. She was certain he was overjoyed a woman her age adored him. She was struggling with her emotions and the mistrust she had of other women.

The more she loved him the more she wanted to express her sexual desires and curiosities. She wondered if Curtis would perform anything she asked him too. This was a fascinating thought but it was disappointing at the same time. She didn't want to be with a push over. She wanted discussion, compromise, and desire. Based upon what Shakira said and Brooke's own observations he was kinky and indulged in fetishes. This concerned her. She never agin wanted to be accused of being a terrible lover. She wondered if he had control of his fetishes and if he needed them to perform.

Abigail (she kept in contact with her) and Kendra believed a kinky guy would be overjoyed to be with her. This was something Brooke had difficulty believing. She wanted to know what he was into. She kept telling herself she could ask but was afraid he'd be less than truthful. She wanted to know what he was into before they started to discuss anything sexual.

She was looking for a sexual road map. She wanted this road map to lead to a fulfilling sex life with a life long partner. A partner who could express his desires and be understanding when she disliked a desire. She wanted a guy who could communicate with her when sex wasn't the greatest. Someone who would never replace their intimacy with pornography. Most important; she wanted to be with a man who would be willing to build this road map with her. She wanted to believe Curtis was the guy.

What plagued her was needing to find out if he was cheating, what his kinks were, and if he was willing to build a sexual road map with her. She felt the best way to know for sure was to find out what his fetishes and kinks were before they ever discussed them. Needing to know these answers before making love to him was the main reason she was able to keep her sexual impulses in check.

13

***The Conversation Starts***

After Curtis was done with the lawn he approached Brooke and asked what she needed. She gave him some instructions and was pleased he listened. She liked working with him.

This is when Brooke brought up her concerns about pornography. Curtis' positive response to her concerns and her questions were liberating. This conversation was so liberating she confessed to once being addicted to it. She explained how Tyrone and herself used porn to cover up their sexual struggles and how freely they masturbated to it. She never believed she would tell anyone about their masturbation habits and what effect porn had on her life.

Curtis asked if she would masturbate in front of him and was eager to masturbate in front of her. She would neither agree or disagree. She voiced her concern, she worried masturbation would replace their love making. He didn't believe this would happen. She experienced this once and was determined to never experience it again.

She quickly centered the conversation back to the subject of pornography and asked him if he watched it. He claimed to only watch porn after his divorce, stopped watching it while being in a relationship with Shakira, and again started to watch it again after they broke up. She neither objected to him watching it nor did she promote it.

They went over what they discussed on their first date.

She was overjoyed to tell Curtis how much she wanted to receive oral sex. She expressed her fantasy of receiving oral sex in a theater. He was to shy to do so in a crowded theater but suggested giving her oral sex in the bed of his truck or in a stores changing booth. She never committed to doing anything. She was overjoyed he never ridiculed her and she found his counteroffers fascinating.

After this he brought up fetishes and kinks. She admired how he was bringing up a possible issue even before they did anything together. This turned into a general conversation about kinks without either discussing their personal likes or dislikes. She was willing to discuss them but wouldn't promise to participate in any. He promised he would never pressure her into anything she disliked.

She tested him by telling him she was no longer interested in performing oral sex. She was surprised when he was indifferent to receiving it. He again countered with his desire of receiving a handjob and allowing him to finish on her breasts. She found herself agreeing but only after they were married. She expressed her belief they needed to wait until they were married for him to perform oral or for her to touch his cock. To her surprise he agreed.

He then asked, after they were married, if she would perform breast sex. She again found herself agreeing. She countered with her rules on how to handle cum. He was so overjoyed she would allow him to finish on her body he would listen to any of her rules.

This is when she started to feel overwhelmed. She felt overwhelmed because she never discussed sex like this with anyone else. It was a little unnerving as well. In many ways it was more arousing than any sexual act. This was everything she desired. She was just unready for how this made her feel. She appreciated the fact he stopped and never pressured her to continue the conversation.

This is when she stopped talking about sex and just discussed whatever was on their minds. She was overjoyed they could easily work together. She made him move the large planters more than once. She listened when he told her to make up her mind. This did involve him moving the planter one last time. She disliked where she moved it but would wait until the following spring to ask him to move it somewhere else.

They finally finished the decorating the deck before dinner. She made them dinner. After dinner he suggested they watch a movie and get some ice cream. She mentioned she was tired and needed to drive home. He countered with the idea she could stay overnight in one of the spare bedrooms. She reminded him she was waiting until she was married to have sex again. He promised he would never do anything unless she was willing. She believed this, if she didn't, she would have drove home.

She found herself calling her probation officer and her parents telling them where she was. After this was over Brooke and Curtis went shopping for everything she needed to live comfortably as a woman at his house. This included: feminine products, toiletries, a few outfits, sleep clothes, and new bedding. Curtis ended up buying: new curtains, new bedding for the spare bedrooms, new bedding for his son, a new coffee pot, a shelf for the half bathroom, and decorations. After shopping they went to a laundromat where they washed all the bedding and her new clothes.

She again admired his patience. They went to a variety of stores and he never complained once. While shopping for clothing she choose practical and quantity over anything specific. She reasoned she would be able to bring over specific outfits from home if necessary. She felt this way because Curtis insisted on paying. She didn't want to take advantage of his generosity.

She believed the biggest test of his patience was when she took him to one of her favorite stores. He was the only white person in the store and only one of three guys were in the store. She received a wink from another women in the store when it was obvious to everyone Curtis was helping her with her selections.

What she would never forget about this trip was his instance she would look attractive in a matching rust colored blocked lounge set. She would have never chosen this set on her own. Because of how short she was she was afraid of wearing a blocked outfits. The second reason she would have never chosen this outfit were the colors. It was a combination of: cream, burgundy, a dark orange, and khaki.

He was so instant she reluctantly took this set in with her into the fitting room. When she looked at herself in the mirror she had immense doubts. To prove to Curtis how unappealing she looked she stepped out of the fitting room. To her surprise he got that look. She glanced at his crotch and it showed his approval. He quickly took control and it went flaccid. He told her she looked amazing. She disagreed. He made her stand there and asked a couple women walking by their opinion. This was embarrassing but she went with it. To Brooke's surprise these women agreed with Curtis. The only reason she selected this set was on account it was on sale and Curtis liked it.

The decorations were for the bathroom attached to "her room" and the bathroom on the second floor. She completely changed the look and feel of what was now "her room". She kept the fish theme on the second floor bathroom but there was a more feminine quality to this theme. The biggest change was the shower curtain. It went from a plain blue curtain to a tropical fish curtain. She believed it was "man friendly."

Her pet peeve was the half bath on the first floor. The shelf was a good start. She felt a total remodel was the best solution. She kept this feeling to herself. If and when she moved into the house is when she felt would be the best time to discuss this.

She banned him from helping her change the bedclothes in what was now her room. She rearranged everything in the full bath attached to this room. After she was done she stepped into the living room wearing a simple T-shirt with a Jazz print and lighting bolt print tights. For the first time they cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. She felt his small cock rise a few times. She pretended she never noticed. She gently grabbed his hand and held it when he started to slid his hand under her shirt. She became more aroused when he respected her wishes.

After the movie was over they enjoyed talking about it. They agreed they should go to bed. To her surprise he never pressured her to have sex. This suddenly annoyed her. She wondered if there was something wrong with her. This line of thinking was broken when she reminded herself he was listening to her.

She watched him go upstairs to his bedroom. She headed to her room. Once the door was closed she removed her clothing. She laid upon the bed. She started by gently moving her right hand down to her womanhood.

She imagined they were sitting in a semi empty movie theater. She imagined unbuttoning a pair of jeans and sliding them down. This freed his hand to touch her clit. She imagined he was enjoying touching her just as much as she was enjoying being touched. She imagined looking around in the theater and recognized no one would see them. She imagined lifting up her shirt and bra. In her mind he bent down and started to kiss and suck on her breasts.

She was flush, her breasts were hard, and she was wet. She was purposefully avoiding her clit. She was rubbing her fingers up and down the sides of her dark colored lips. With her left hand she enjoyed playing with her hard areolas and her short pointy nipple.

In her imagination she changed the scene. It was a cool rural night at a park. She was laying in the back of his pick-up-truck. Her jeans and panties were laying next to her. Her shirt and bra were pulled up above her breasts. Her legs were spread open. His head was between her legs and she was enjoying the best head of her life.

She started to gently play with her clit with the thought he was using his tongue on her clit. She was sopping wet. Her mound of pubic hair was soaked. Her whole body was stiff. Her chest and face were really flush. She was restraining herself from being loud. The least thing she wanted was for Curtis to know she was enjoying herself.

She imagined Curtis taking his time. She imagined him teasing her clit with his lips and tongue.

As she was getting more aroused she started to rub her clit up and down. This caused the room to fill with her aroma. She could hear the sound of her fingers on her clit. She could only imagine what it was like to have an orgasm while a guy was giving her head. This was something she desperately wanted to experience but never had.

Both in real life and in her imagination the orgasm hit her. In her imagination she let out a scream letting the world know she finally experienced an orgasm while receiving head. She imagined what this would be like laying on in the back of his pick-up-truck. In real life she bit down on her lip and restrained herself from being very vocal.

If she hadn't Curtis would have heard her. He was currently in the kitchen getting a glass of water.

14

*** An Intense Curiosity***

The house was quiet. She looked over at the digital alarm clock on the nightstand. She was grateful she could turn down the digital light of this clock. Otherwise she would have unplugged it and put it into the drawer of the nightstand. The only reason she liked this clock was the ability to charge her phone. She wondered why he would have a digital clock in every one of his three spare bedrooms, his den, and in his son's room. With everyone owning phones she felt it was unnecessary to have a digital alarm clock in every room. This was something she would never argue over. She was unsure of what was in his master bedroom because she was avoiding it like the plague.

She chose this spare bedroom because it was the furthest room from the master bedroom and it had a full bath. She strongly believed if she entered his master bedroom or he entered her room their goal of waiting until they were married was over.

Across from Curtis' master bedroom was two small bedrooms, a full bath, and a large bedroom. This large bedroom was Nathans. This was the bathroom decorated with a fish theme.

It was eleven-thirty at night. With Curtis likely asleep and Nathan at his Mom's house she felt this was the perfect time to review the history of Curtis' laptop. She was feeling guilty about this but she needed to know if he was seeing anyone else. She believed if she viewed his internet history she'd know what his kinks and fetishes were. She was feeling guilty but her jealousy over ruled her guilt.

She pulled back the covers and stepped out of bed. She was wearing a light blue tank pajama top (without a bra) and a matching white and a light blue boxer. The first thing she did was sit down on a nearby chair and slip on a pair of socks. She grabbed her phone. She would use the light of the phone to reach the den. If he was in the den she would head back up into the kitchen and pretend she was getting a glass of water.

The den was in an open area on the right side of the basement. When she reached the bottom of the stairs. The right side of the basement was changing colors. This was caused by the screen savor on Curtis' laptop. She stepped over to the desk. To sit comfortably she needed to raise the chair. When she moved the mouse the screen saver turned off. In front of her were two large screens and his laptop was off to the left connected to them. She felt fortunate he rarely turned off his laptop.

On the screen was the rough draft of a true crime novel he was working on. She was amazed at how much money Curtis made by writing books, writing scripts, producing documentaries, and investing. She was unsure of what he was invested in. She understood she could find all this information on his laptop. She easily ignored this impulse because she felt it would be wrong to look into his finances. She was here to see if he had a woman on the side and what his kinks were. She would ignore everything else.

She spotted two search engine icons. She clicked on the one she believed was for personal use. She was able to find his email accounts. She inspected the titles of his emails. She was looking for messages from a dating websites or a personal email from a lover. The messages he was receiving from women were his literary agent, business associates, and relatives. She was overjoyed to find out his only love interest was her.

She opened his internet history. As Curtis confessed he was viewing pornographic material. She felt a wave of jealousy. She expected to see links to big breasted white women or links to beautiful women she could never compete with. She then imagined finding links to lesbian porn. She became angry with the idea he would want her to have sex with a white woman. She stopped herself from jumping to conclusions. She reminded herself on how respectful Curtis had been and he promised he would never ask her to engage in a threesome.

She pictured Curtis sitting at this desk masturbating instead of making love to her. Her impulse was to go upstairs get dressed and leave. Instead of being angry she allowed herself to feel the hurt of her past relationship, She started to cry. She quickly stopped crying when she recognized she was making a lot of assumptions. It only took a few moments to feel like a hypocrite. She was feeling hypocritical because she was into porn just like Tyrone was.

She never again wanted to be in a relationship where pornographic material was more fulfilling than a real life partner. She promised herself she would ask Curtis to stop watching porn as long as they were together. How he handled this request would say a lot about him.

She removed the tears with tissues (he kept a box on his desk) and focused. She sat up in the computer chair and opened the browsers. The search history confirmed what he was viewing. He was visiting two websites dedicated to pornographic pictures, was visiting a website where he could rent or buy pornographic clips and movies, was visiting a website dedicated to erotic stories, was fascinated with lingerie sites (both porn and store websites), he visited a few on line adult toy stores, was visiting forums, and often searched online women clothing stores. So much so; she wondered if he was a cross dresser. She quickly checked to see if he ever purchased women clothes in what she believed would fit Curtis. There wasn't any indication he ever purchased women's clothes. She surmised he was getting off by viewing models in his favorite type of clothing.

She confirmed his story. Around the time he broke it off with Shakira is when he started to watch porn. She was grateful he never cleared his history. Otherwise she would have never been able to confirm this.

She opened a spread sheet program. She created a spreadsheet where she could easily copy, paste, or type in the tags of what he was viewing. She placed every single tag associated with: a picture, story, video, article, or online store from the day he started watching porn to the current day. She managed to restrain herself from watching any of the clips or movies he watched. The least thing she wanted was to again struggle with pornography. Her next step was to sort all the tags into alphabetical order. She deleted repeats and those tags she believed were not his focus (with each photo, video, story, article, or online store there were bound to have multiple tags or one off tags she didn't believe Curtis was into.)

She didn't list the articles he searched. These included but were not limited too: "How to Handle a Jealous Partner," "How to Encourage a Woman Who's been Cheated on," "How to have a successful interracial relationship," "What a Black Woman wants from her White Man," "How to Avoid the Pitfalls of an Interracial Marriage," "How to Please a Woman with a Small Cock," "Best Positions for a Small Cock," and "Top Five Ways to Give Woman Oral."

Once the tag list was in alphabetical order she created another spreadsheet with these categories. The categories were: Enjoy, Maybe, Would Wear, Makes me Feel Jealous, Wouldn't Wear, and Never. As she filled these categories she started to dislike the category Never and Wouldn't Wear. She found this to be closed off. She felt, if she wanted to be in a relationship with open sexual dialog, she should at least hear him out before discounting his desires. Being fair, she believed she should be brave and confess what she liked. She felt this only fair because he was listening to her. She changed the categories to: Love it, Interested, Unsure, Explain It, Would Wear, Feel Unattractive, Indifferent, Makes me feel Jealous, and Unlikely.

In the Love it category she copied and pasted the tags: "All over 30", "Over 40", "Amateur", "Amateur Handjob," "Amateur Housewife," "Amateur Interracial," "Amateur Masturbation," "Amateur Solo," "Ass." "Average Women," "Bath," "Big Areolas," "Big Ass Ebony," "Big Butt", "Black," "Black Amateur," "Black Milf," "C Cup Tits," "Caught Masturbating," "Cunnilingus" "Ebony Fingering," "Ebony Massage," "Ebony Masturbation," "Ebony Outdoor," "Ebony Solo," "Erotic," "Erotic Massage," "Housewife." "Kissing," "Masturbation," "Mutual Masturbation," "Romantic Couple," "Romance." "Sensual" "Sex Toy Play-Solo Female," "Shower," "Shower Sex," "Softcore," "Solo," "Solo Females," "Solo Fingering," "Solo Masturbation," "Striptease," "Sucking Tits," "Swimming Pool," "Undresing," "Voyeurism", "Wet", "Wet Ebony," "Water Play," "Wife," and "Wife Lingerie."

She felt she represented many of these tags. She viewed herself as an above average looking woman. She liked the fact he would seek porn with women who looked like her. She was grateful he was viewing women around her age and older.

Many of these tags represented what she liked. She was letting him know what type of porn she formally watched. She felt brave letting him know she enjoyed masturbating. These tags were her way of admitting she was somewhat of a voyeur. She looked forward to the time where they would watch one another masturbate. She wouldn't put up with masturbating replacing their love making.

In the Interested category she copied and pasted the tags: "Black Woman White Guy," "Car, Bus, Van, RV," "Dry Humping," "Dry Humping Jeans," "Ebony & White Cock," "Ebony Handjob," "First Interracial", "Handjob", "Handjob Cumshot," "Interracial Dating," "Interracial-Caucasian Men," "Kitchen"," "Nudist," "POV Handjob," "POV Small Cock," "Ebony Pool," "Foodplay", "Massage Parlor," "Outdoors," "Park/Woods," "Pool/Hot Tub," "Public Sex," "Small Penis," "Spanking" "Titjob," "Topless Beach," "Topless Bikini," "Topless in Jeans." "Tugjob," and "Professor-Female".

She filled this category with the things she wanted to experience with him and hadn't tried. She wanted to let him know she was willing to be with a guy who was smaller and was looking forward to experiencing sex with a white guy. She felt brave to confess for the first time in her life she was interested in parading around nude and having sex in public places. She never wanted to be caught but the possibility of getting caught felt naughty to her. When it was just the two of them she wanted to behave as a nudist. She was unsure if she would ever attend a nude beach or a nudist colony. Her jealousy was the reason she never wanted to go to one. She disliked the idea of Curtis viewing other nude women.

She listed two kinks she wanted to experience. The first one was roleplaying as a professor. The other was being spanked. She imagined being "naughty" and needing to be spanked. She wanted to believe if Curtis spanked her he wouldn't take it to far. She was certain he would stop when she asked him too. She felt spanking was a light punishment without a person being abused. Since college, she often imagined being spanked by a professor or someone in authority. And she often imagined being the professor who spanked and seduced her own students.

It took courage to confess these desires to Curtis. She wanted to believe Curtis wouldn't ridicule her or laugh at her. Being laughed at was worse than being ridiculed.

In the Unsure category she copied and pasted the tags: "Anal", "Anal Sex," "Butt," "Butt Plug," "Cops/Police," "Ebony Fitness," "Ebony Office," "Fantasy Roleplay", "Fetish Lingerie," "Interracial Anal Sex," "Kinky," "Maid," "Shaved," "Shaved Black Pussy," "Shaved Milf." and "Small Penis Humiliation,"

These tags represented sexual acts she was unsure she would participate in. She wanted to experience kinky things but was unsure of how far she wanted to go. Curtis was the first partner she was with who wanted kinkier sex. She was concerned if they started to engage in "kinky" sex he would never want to have "vanilla" sex. She never wanted to get to the point where they were no longer making love. She felt it was important to enjoy vanilla sex without being kinky.

The whole topic of shaving concerned her. She wasn't against it. The reason she wasn't against it was due to internet threads about oral sex. There were many guys who disliked going down on a woman if there was a lot of pubic hair. The only time she slightly trimmed her area was when she wore swimsuits. It was clear he preferred shaved or landing strips. To really shave this area, not just a light trim, was uncomfortable for her. But she would eagerly shave it all off if this encouraged Curtis to give her head.

She wondered why he was turned on by small penis humiliation. She disliked the idea of picking on anyone; especially the man she was in love with. It wasn't his fault he had a small cock. The least thing she wanted to do was to destroy his confidence. She just didn't understand why this was a turn on for him.

She felt anal sex was kinky. She understood many people believed it was vanilla. To her it was not. The research into this topic was clear. The women who enjoyed anal sex preferred smaller cocks. This made sense to her. When she used butt plugs or anal beads she preferred the smaller versions. The reason she placed this kink into this category was her reluctance to confess she was interested in it. When she used anal beads or a butt plug she used a great deal of lube and was very gentle with herself.

It was obvious Curtis was fascination with bigger butts. She was encouraged by this because she believed hers was slightly bigger than average. It was obvious he started seeking out big butt porn after their first conversation. Many of the ebony women he viewed had larger backsides. She assumed he imagined having anal sex with these ebony models.

The only reason she offered to have anal sex with Tyrone was out of complete desperation to try anything different. She was grateful Tyrone refused. She felt the opposite with Curtis. She wanted to believe it would be an enjoyable experience with him. She needed to know how Curtis reacted to lube and wanted to make sure he would be gentle with her. One of the main reasons she was willing to have sex with a guy who had a small cock was to avoid the uncomfortable feeling she often times felt during penetration. The least thing she wanted was to experience painful anal sex.

In the Explain It category she copied and pasted the tags: "Amateur Fetish", "Bicycles," "Boss and Secretary," "Cosplay," "Eating Pussy" "Ebony Pussy Eating," "Ebony Pillow Humping," "Golden Shower," "Jeans Sex," "Latex," "Leggings Ass," "Leggings Bent Over," "Naughty Wife," "Nerds," "Pee", "Pee Desperation," "Pee on male," "Pee-Drinking," "Pee in Jeans," "Pee in Yoga pants," "Pee on cock," Nerdy Glasses," "Nerdy Milf," "Nurses/Doctors", "Office," "Office Milf," "Oiled," "Oiled Ebony," "Pissing," "Pillow Humping," "Pin-Up", "Pirates," "Secretary", "Secretary Ass," "Secretary Glasses," "Secretary Handjob," Secretary Lingerie," "Seduction," "Shy," "Sports," "Tennis," "Tight Pussy," "Tiny," "Volleyball", and "Woman Peeing,"

The kink that surprised her the most was pee. The only reason she knew pee was a turn on for people because was listed on many porn sites. She never once considered viewing this type of porn or ever engaging in pee as a sexual act. She wanted to outright leave out all of the links related to pee. Until she recognized a voyeur element to this topic. The idea of peeing in a pair of pants in front of him had some interest. It made her feel naughty. The idea a guy would want a woman to pee on his cock was interesting. Before she would explore this fetish she wondered why this was a thing for him and what his expectations were.

This was the reasoning behind most of the items listed in this category. She just needed clarification and what he expected with the tag listed. This was especially true with "Eating Pussy" and "Ebony Pussy Eating," The least thing she was interested in was going down on another woman. On the other hand, if this meant he enjoyed going down on women, this was her number one desire. To experience an orgasm while receiving oral was indeed her favorite fantasy.

In the Would Wear category she copied and pasted the tags: "Big Ass in Yoga Pants," "Big Ass Jeans," "Big Ass Lingerie," "Black Boots," "Boots," "Christmas Lingerie," "Dress," "Ebony Jeans,""Ebony Lingerie," "Ebony Yoga Pants," "Fishnets", "Gym Leggings," Gym Shorts," "Jeans & Denim", "Jeans Ass," "Lace," "Lingerie," "Lingerie Ass," "Lingerie Handjob," "Lingerie Shower," "Lingerie Stocking," "One Piece Swimsuit," "Red Lingerie," "Red Boots," "See Through Lingerie," "Shorts," "Skirt," "Skirt and Stockings," "Skirt Sex," "Swimsuit." "Tight Dress," Tight Jeans," "Tight Shorts," "Vintage Lingerie," "Yoga," "Yoga Pants," "Yoga Pants Ass," "Yoga Pants Bent Over," and "Yoga Pants Spread."

This list gave her many ideas.

In the Feel Unattractive category she copied and pasted the tags: "Bikini's", "Booty Shorts", "Corset," "Country Woman," "Cowgirl," "Ebony Bikini," "Ebony Cowgirl," "Military," and "Mini Dress."

She just couldn't picture herself looking attracting in theses outfits.

In the Indifferent category she copied and pasted the tags: "A Cup Tits," "Amateur Small Tits, "B-Cup Breasts," "Cum on Ass," "Cum on Clothes," Cum on Small Tits", "Cum on Tits," "Doggy Style," "Ebony Glasses," "Ebony Small Tits," "Flat Chested Milf," "Medium Tits," "Reverse Cowgirl," "Small Ass," "Small Black Tits," "Small Tits," "Small Tits Big Ass," "Small Tits Lingerie," "Small Tits Milf," "Tiny Tits," and "Tiny Tit Milf,"

This list consisted of things she would engage in but would never ask for. The other half of the list were the type of women she never felt threatened by.

In the Makes Me Feel Jealous category she copied and pasted the tags: "Banana Tits," "Beautiful," "Beautiful Ebony," "Beautiful Lingerie," "Beautiful Milf," "Blondes", "Fit Ass," "Fitness", "Fitness Ass," "Great Ass," "Hot Ebony," "Hot Milf," "Hot Wife," "Milf," "Milf Jeans," "Milf Kitchen," "Milf Lingerie," "Milf Masturbation," "Milf Shower," "Milf Yoga Pants," "Natural," "Natural Ass,""Nice Ass," "Petite," "Petite Ass," "Petite Bikini," "Petite Black," "Petite Ebony," "Petite Handjob," "Petite Lesbian," "Petite Lingerie," "Petite Milf," "Pretty Ebony," "Petite Sex," "Redheads," "Redhead Ass," "Redhead Cumshot," "Redhead Ebony," "Redhead Handjob," "Redhead Lesbian," "Redhead Lingerie," "Redhead Masturbating," "Redhead Secretary," "Redhead Sex," "Redhead Solo," "Redhead Yoga Pants," "Sexy Amateur", "Sexy Black Woman," "Sexy Ebony," "Sexy Lesbian," "Sexy Lingerie," "Sexy Milf," "Sexy Nurse," "Sexy Redhead," "Sexy Secretary," "Sexy Small Tits," "Sexy Teacher," "Sexy Wife" "Tiny Ass," "Tiny Redhead," and "White Ass."

She almost deleted this list. Trying to be forthright and honest she kept it. She never considered herself sexy but considered herself petite. She now considered petite women to be a threat. This was the same for Milf and redhead. His ex-wife was a redhead. Instead of being concerned about white blonds she felt she needed to be concerned about redheads. With herself about to be thirty, she was well aware, she needed to be concerned about anyone who was thirty.

In the Unlikely category she copied and pasted the tags: "Black Lesbian," "Cum on Face (she added this herself)," "Gym," "Homemade Porn," "Lesbian," "Lesbian-Interracial", "Lesbian Lingerie," "Lesbian Seduction," and "Prison,"

After experiencing county jail the least thing she ever wanted to roleplay was prison. She believed it was an almost certainty she would never have sex with another woman. Even though she was a voyeur, there was no way she was interested in having sex in front of the camera or having sex in front of someone other than Curtis. This idea ended when she became a viral sensation. Having sex in front of a camera simply out of the question.

After sorting out the tags she created a more detailed list of lingerie she was willing to wear. She made sure to add those outfits Curtis focused on. The list included: babydolls, bodystockings, bustiers, chemises, gloves, lingerie dresses, lingerie sets, robes, vinyl, high waisted lingerie, fishnet lingerie, garter lingerie, open cup, shorts, and silk. She noticed the only time he liked an open crotch was with bobdystockings or jeans.

She then listed out the types of clothing she was willing to wear. Like lingerie, this list included the types of clothing he directly searched for or noticed the models he like the most wore. This included: denim, dresses, hats, gloves, jeans, skirts, leggings, and yoga pants. She listed the colors she most liked: red, blue, green, orange, and purple. She then listed out the types of patterns they both liked: embroidered clothing, animal patterns, polka dots, and bright colored patterns. She added the type of accessories she was willing to wear: dangling type of earrings, bracelets, hats, hair bands, hair ties, sunglasses, and ankle bracelets. When it came to footwear he obviously had a thing for: boots, booties, flats, gladiator shoes, sandals, and wedges.

She was about to make a list of sex toys but decided against this. She felt toys were to personal to list out. She preferred to discuss these one at a time.

After finishing the list, it occurred to her, they could have created this list together. It was highly likely he would have enjoyed doing so. She felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

There was no hiding the fact she invaded Curtis' privacy. A convicting truth was he never was with another woman. She was about to set everything the way she found it. This included every physical thing in the den, clearing out her portion she creating in the history of his laptop, and then sneaking back into her room.

She stopped herself.

She believed the correct thing was to confess what she had done. She accepted the possibility he would brake up with her. She opened up a word document and typed out a letter to him. She confessed to invading his privacy. She wrote out why. She promised she would never do so again. She asked for his forgiveness. In her quest for fairness she listed out the type of pornographic material she viewed in the past. She mentioned how she wanted both of them to discuss this spreadsheet.

She purposely left all the web pages open and the history screen up. This was her way of showing Curtis what she had done and her remorse for doing so. She hoped they could work it out and he'd understand. She prepared herself for Curtis to be angry and break it off. She took this approach because she loved him. She'd rather have him break up with her than carrying on this secret.

She glanced at the clock and it was almost five in the morning. She quietly and quickly went to bed.

15

***Reprimand***

She woke up to a pan slamming onto the stove. She heard cabinets being slammed shut. She heard mumbling. Bang. Slam. More mumbling.

She glanced at the clock and it was seven in the morning. She was tired but she knew she needed to focus.

She heard feet approaching the door. They stopped. Went back to the kitchen. Slam. Bang. Slam. Mumbling.

Her heart pounded. She removed her pajamas. She stepped over to the laundry basket of new clothes she purchased yesterday. She wished she had her selection of clothes from home. She specifically wished she could wear a pair of jeans she had at home.

She focused. She selected a burgundy colored V-Neck short sleeved basic tee. She purchase three of these tees in three different colors because they were of a low cost. She selected this particular T-shirt because it matched the outfit Curtis encouraged her to select. She slipped on the t-shirt. She was aware she was without a bra. She removed the current socks she was wearing with a burgundy colored pair. She slipped on the rust colored blocked colored pull on sweetpants. She dug through the basket and found the matching matching long sleeved rust colored blocked full zip mock neck top. She slipped this on but purposefully didn't zip it up.

She stepped out of her bedroom and into the kitchen. She could feel his anger. She felt this was the first test of their relationship.

He glanced over at her direction and his jaws clinched. Even still; she noticed he checked her out. He quickly turned away.

She waited.

Still looking at the cabinet he stated, "I'm angry at you."

She held in her emotion. She was unsure how he would react to her crying.

The sausage was sizzling and he was trying to make scrambled eggs.

He looked at her, "Why did you do that?"

"I had to know."

With anger in his voice he asked, "Know what?"

"If you were cheating."

He turned to her, "I'm not going to cheat on you. How many times am I going to have to tell you that?"

She wiped away a tear.

"Tyrone would tell me he wasn't cheating."

He pointed at himself, "I'm not Tyrone. I'm not going to cheat on you."

The pans were sizzling. She stepped in front of the stove and flipped the sausage and worked on the scrambled eggs. It was obvious he was making enough for both. This brought her some comfort.

She answered through tears, "I know that now."

"Why didn't you ask me?"

She answered honestly, "You could have deleted everything."

"I'd have taken you down there right away."

Tearing and raising her voice, "How am I supposed to know that?"

Angry he answered, "If you ever ask me again. We'll go down right away and you can see for yourself."

She teared. She focused on making the scrambled eggs.

She watched him step away, grab two plates, grab thongs, and set the plates next to the stove. She turned the sausage over.

He was calmer, "You invaded my privacy."

"I know."

She fluffed up the eggs.

He said, "Lets put cheese on the eggs."

He stepped over to the refrigerator and pulled out some shredded cheese.

She found herself asking, "Why didn't you make an omelet?'

He answered sternly, "If I wanted an omelet I'd make an omelet."

She would remember this. She spotted the salt and pepper and grabbed them.

She asked gently, "You like a lot of salt and pepper?"

"I prefer pepper. Only a small amount of salt."

She did as he said.

She gave him a look as he sprinkled the shredded cheese over the eggs. She then mixed it all together.

He mentioned, "My grandma used to mix bacon into the scrambled eggs."

She stated, as a test to see where they were, "Next time I could make them that way."

He answered, "I'd like that."

She looked up at him. She could tell he was still angry but it was less intense.

She suggested, "If you'd like you could look over my laptop."

He crinkled his forehead.

She asked, "You have something to put the eggs in?"

He turned and stepped over to a cabinet and pulled out a bowl. She made a mental note on where the bowls were. He set it on the counter next to the stove. She scrapped the eggs into the bowl.

She stated, "I'll set the table."

He stepped over to a cabinet and opened it.

He looked at her, "Want coffee?"

"Yeah."

She set the table. She glanced over at the new coffee machine. This one could make cappuccino. Instead she made coffee the old fashioned way in his old coffee pot. She would fix this later. Upset she forgot to get something to drink. She sat down at the table. He sat down next to her. They were shoulder to shoulder. This brought her comfort. This was the first time they ever ate in silence. This silence was loud to Brooke. She felt she should wait until Curtis said something.

The silence was intruded upon by toast popping up. She stood up and went over to the four slot toaster.

He mentioned, "There's jelly in the refrigerator."

She glanced over at him. She could tell he was glancing at her backside. She pretended not to notice. She stepped over to the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a strawberry flavored jelly. She brought it to the table. She went over to the coffee pot. She opened a cabinet and grabbed two coffee cups. She filled both with coffee. She set these cups on the table. She went back and grabbed sugar for the coffee. The silence during all of this was heartbreaking.

He requested, "Would you mind getting me cream for the coffee?"

She went over to the refrigerator and opened the door.

She asked gently, "May I have orange juice?"

He answered, "You don't have to ask."

She first grabbed the cream and set it on the table. She went back to the refrigerator and pulled out the pitcher of orange juice.

He stated, "The glasses are on in the right cabinet on the second shelf."

She turned and opened what he called the right cabinet and took out a couple glasses. She poured them orange juice and took them to the table. She put the pitcher away. She again sat next to him.

They again sat in silence. She watched every move he made. It took everything within herself to restrain from crying. This silence was far worse than a full blown argument. At least they'd be talking. She glanced up at the kitchen clock. If he didn't say anything in the next five minutes she would say something.

He broke the silence with,"I'm a loyal guy."

This meant so much to her. She managed to hold in her tears.

She answered, "I'm a loyal woman."

He stated, "Unless you give me a reason to be jealous I won't be jealous."

She looked down at her plate and ate slowly.

He asked calmly, "Did I do something for you to feel I cheating on you?"

She teared.

She meekly stated, "No."

"Then why did you search my laptop?"

"I had to know."

With a slightly raised voice he asked, "If I'm not giving you a reason to be jealous why did you do that?"

She stopped eating and looked at him.

"Because I'm in love with you."

He asked, "If you love me. Why would you look?"

She turned to him, "You know what's it like to love someone and be cheated on?"

"I do."

Tears.

She acknowledged, "You do."

She was now crying. She grabbed their plates because they were both empty and it was a way to step away. She rinsed them and placed them in the dishwasher. She collected all of the dirty dishes and placed them into the dishwasher. She found the dishwasher soap. Poured it in and figured out how to start the dishwasher. By this time her tears were only streams.

She sincerely stated, "I don't blame you if you'd brake up with me."

"Are you trying to manipulate me?"

She was surprised at his sudden anger. He was more angry now than a few moments ago. She never witnessed Curtis so angry before.

She answered, "No."

Very stern, "Never manipulate me."

He abruptly stood up. The two glasses and his coffee cup clanked when he set them into the sink.

He turned to her, "Shakira and my Mother were master manipulates. I'd rather have you be blunt than do some passive aggressive shit. Which is so popular up here."

She focused.

"If this doesn't work out. Tell me. If you feel like you need a bigger cock or a different guy tell me. If you don't think this is working. Tell me. What I don't want is be lied too. Never lie to me."

This caused her to be angry. She cut off her tears.

With a tone she snipped, "I promise."

He answered, "Good."

With anger in her voice she pointed to herself, "Never cheat on me. I'd rather have you break up with me before you have sex with another woman. Because..."

She paused to catch her breath.

Her voice went up an octave, she shook from restraining herself, "I'll be making love to you. You understand that? If you are making love to me. I don't want your dick in some other woman's pussy."

He was somewhat taken back by her boldness.

Her voice went up another octave and she was still shaking, "I'm never participating in a threesome. If you have any ideas of me and you having sex with another woman. I will end this now. I'm jealous. I have no interest in sharing you. Nor do I have any interest in allowing another cock inside of me. Is that blunt enough for you? There."

His voice raised because hers did, "I appreciate it."

She glared at him. She was annoyed he stood there.

While shaking she answered, "I'm not going to cheat on you because you have a small cock."

He stated, "I was told that before."

She pointed at herself, "Just like you aren't Tyrone. I'm not Shakira. I apologize for comparing you two. It's not fair to you."

"Your forgiven."

This was everything for her. This is when she calmed herself.

She looked him in the eyes and felt she needed to repeat herself, "Stop comparing me to Shakira. I'm not going to leave you because you have a small cock."

"What happens if you don't like it?"

They were now talking.

She was no longer shaking. She managed a calmer voice, "Are you able to get me off with your tongue?"

He snickered, "It's my specialty."

This helped her calm down but she wasn't exactly herself yet.

With passion she asked, "Do you love foreplay?"

"Of course."

Tears rolled down her face, "Will you force me to fake it?"

"We've talked about this before. I don't want you to fake it."

She broke down and cried.

He approached her.

She cut off all her tears and stuck out her arm. She kept him at arms length.

Very stern she asked, "What's more important to you. Porn or me?"

"You."

"As long as we're together I want both of us to never watch porn."

He answered, "Okay."

His quick answer caught her off guard. She was expecting some sort of fight with this request.

She asked with an odd surprised tone, "This means you'll clear out your history and never watch it again?"

Curtis walked right passed her and headed downstairs. She immediately followed him. She watched him step behind his desk and watched him clear out the history. She teared the whole time he did so.

"There."

16

***The Spreadsheet***

She pushed him off to the side. He was sitting in the computer chair in front of the computer. She leaned over and printed two copies of the spreadsheet she created. She noticed he glanced at her breasts. She purposely never zipped up her top. She stepped over to the laser printer. She was well aware he was checking out her backside. She made two piles. Stapled the piles. She handed one to Curtis and she kept one. She restrained herself from adding blocked style of clothes to the list spreadsheet.

Her voice was raised and she was defiant, "We need to discuss this."

Her heart pounded. This was the moment of truth. If he was unable to discuss this spreadsheet and what was listed. She would leave him. She would never again be with a guy who was unable to communicate sexual matters. She wanted to believe with all of her heart he would be capable of having a mature conversation about sex.

His answer, "I was hoping we would."

She stood there starring at him in disbelief. A thousand things were flashing in her mind. Along with a pile of emotions.

He looked down at the list, glanced back up at her, mentioned, "Jeans are one of my favorite fetishes."

This knocked her out of her trance.

She asked in a calm but stern voice, "What does that mean?"

"If I allow myself. I could lay out a pair of jeans and jerk off to them."

"Without anyone wearing them?"

He answered honestly, "Yes."

She was afraid of the answer but asked, "How did that start?"

"My older sister caught me masturbating to her dirty laundry."

Brooke was unsure of what to say.

He decided to tell her what happened, "We went to different colleges. I was a Sophomore and she was a senior. We'd come back home during the summer. I had taken my clothes down into the laundry room. I spotted a couple baskets of her laundry on the table."

Brooke made a face, "Yeah."

"To make a long story short. I started to masturbate to her intimates."

Brooke again made a face, "Okay."

"While I was getting myself off my sister stepped into the laundry room. She scolded me. Grab her intimates and said I was being rude. She told me I should be a pervert on my own time. She rewashed all her clothes and threaten to tell Dad if she ever again caught me jerking off to her clothes."

Brooke asked, "Had you done that before?"

"No. I became fascinated with lingerie because of a summer fling I had with an older woman. She was a friend of my older sister and she worked for my Dad at his company."

She wanted to ask a whole bunch of questions about this fling but decided not too.

She answered, "Okay."

He said, "Anyway. A few days later when I stepped into my bedroom there was an outfit set out on my bed. She wrote a note telling me I could keep the clothes. She promised she would update the outfits from time to time."

"Did you ever have sex with her?"

"No."

Brooke believed him.

Brooke smiled. She recognized he told her something very private. Something he likely never told anyone else.

She asked, "Do you get yourself off like that a lot?"

"No."

She asked, "Why?"

"I don't want to loose control of my desires."

"Is this with all of your fetishes?"

"Yes."

She asked, "So. I could hand you a lingerie outfit and you could get off by just looking at it or feeling it?"

He blushed, "Yes."

Very serious she asked, "You don't go into a store and jerk off do you?"

"I have more control than that. That'd be inappropriate. "

She asked concerned, "Do you need fetishes to get off? Will I need to wear one of your fetishes so we can make love to one another?"

"I don't need kinks or fetishes to get off. I compare it to spices. You don't need spices to eat a meal but it's better with them."

She asked, "Are you turned on by me wearing this outfit?"

"Yes and no."

"What does that mean?"

"You look amazing. But, I'm not allowing myself to go into a sexual mindset. I have control over my sexual impulses."

"So. Lets say you allowed yourself to be sexual. Could you get off just by me wearing this outfit?"

He clarified, "If you removed the top and sweatpants and laid them out I could get off. Especially knowing you wore them. For me it's more exciting than watching porn."

She stated calmly, "I've never been with a guy who's admitted to having fetishes before."

"Most people have them. It's the levels that matter. I have them. I acknowledge them. But I don't need them to get off. I'm not obsessed with them."

She grabbed an empty computer chair sitting off in a corner. She rolled it over to him and sat across from him.

Very serious she asked, "How do you you personally define a fetish and a kink. I'm not looking for some dictionary defination."

"I believe a kink is more of an action. A fetish is more of an object."

He looked down at the list.

She watched him.

He stated, "Wanting to be spanked is more of kink. Me getting turned on by you wearing a pair of boots. That's a fetish. There is some nuance to this. But that's how I look at it."

She glanced at the spreadsheet and back to him.

"I'm clarifying how you think about this. Me wanting to be spanked is a kink. You getting off on me wearing a piece of clothing is a fetish."

"Yeah."

She could tell he was getting a little flush.

She tested him, "You say you have control."

"Yes."

"If I was to lean up against the desk. Put my black ass into the air and allowed you to spank me. You could control yourself and not have sex with me."

He responded honestly, "I'd need to get off."

She appreciated the honestly.

She answered, "That's fair."

He reassured her, "I've never pressured anyone to do anything they don't want to do. So if you don't want to wear something or participate in an act. Like spanking. I'm not going to push it. Just as I don't want to be ridiculed for mentioning something that turns me on."

She stated matter of fact, "We're waiting to get married to make love."

He answered, "I know."

There was a moment of silence.

She could tell he was getting flush.

Her heart was beating.

She broke the silence by confessing, "I'm a voyeur."

"Based upon this spreadsheet you are"

"I love watching guys jerk themselves. Is that a kink or a fetish?"

"I consider it a kink."

She mentioned, "I've never been spanked before. At least in that way."

She was becoming aroused.

She asked, "If I said to stop would you stop?"

He was flush.

He warned her, "My Ex liked to be spanked but she'd get frustrated with me."

"Why?"

"I was worried I'd hurt her."

This was exactly what she wanted to hear.

She spontaneously asked, "Would you spank me?"

"I'd need to get off."

She answered honestly, "Me too."

He asked, "Would you let me cum on your ass?"

She answered, "If you clean it up afterwords."

"I will."

She was again aroused without being touched. This never happened with anyone else. She restrained herself from making love to him.

She focused herself by stating, "We're not making love today."

"I get that."

They stared at one another.

She gave him permission, "If you want. I'd like to experience being spanked."

Curtis took the lead, "I believe my Ex left a paddle here. Let me get it and a towel."

He stood up.

She could see he was hard.

In a panic Brooke stated, "I've never done anything like this before. What do I do?"

He asked, "Would you prefer to lean over a table or chair. Or would you rather lay on my lap."

She stared at him. Her mind was going a thousand miles an hour.

He stated, "It's less likely we'll do it if you lean over something."

"Lets do that then."

He pointed to the open area next to the open office, "Why not lean over that table."

She blushed.

She asked, "Should I remove my clothes?"

"It's up to you."

She asked, "What would you want?"

"Go topless. But leave your sweatpants on."

Her heart pounded.

He said, "Let me get the paddle. A towel. And ointment."

He was about to walk passed her but she grabbed him, "I love you."

He replied, "I love you too."

She had to ask, "You promise you'll stop if I ask you too?"

"Yes."

More for herself than Curtis, "I'm not ready to have sex yet."

"I know."

He leaned up to her and kissed her. He was gentle. She moaned and wrapped her arms around him. She loved the fact he was so patient. She was never kissed like this before. She had to focus. She pushed him away.

"Was it bad?"

She answered, "No. It was great. We can't do that."

"Why?"

"We'll end up making love."

He smiled, "I'll get the paddle."

She nodded her head.

17

***Spanked***

She first made sure all of the curtains were covering the small basement windows. She removed the rust colored block. She then slipped off her burgundy T-shirt. She was topless as he asked. She stepped over to the table Curtis pointed at. She tried leaning over the table. It was to high. She pushed an old office chair into the middle of this area. She leaned over this chair. This was more comfortable. She could hear Curtis' feet walking on the first floor. She took a deep breath.

She was nervous.

Curtis would be the third man to see her breasts. This was the first time she was trying anything kinky. She never believed she'd find a guy she feel comfortable enough to allow him to spank her. She was surprised she was with a white guy. This was the first time she was ever with a guy who was more than three years older than her.

She decided she would make him take off his clothes. She prepared herself to be disappointed in his small cock. She felt she needed to see it. The least thing she wanted was to belittle him, destroy his confidence, or hurt his feelings.

Her heart leaped when he stepped into this living area. He was dressed like a professor. He was wearing a very nerdy pair of glasses and a red and black polka dot bow tie. He matched the tie with a red button shirt. He was in black dress slacks. On his feet were black dress shoes.

Her heart stopped for a split second when she noticed he was carrying two paddles. One of them was a wooden spanking paddle with eight heart shaped holes. The other one was a skinny leather one. She assumed this meant he knew what he was doing. A wave of jealousy hit her with the reality Curtis engaging in this type of sex with his ex-wife. She blocked out the idea he engaged in this activity with Shakira. She calmed herself down by convincing herself it was better to be with a lover who already was experienced in kink. Brooke hoped she wouldn't be a disappointing lover.

He stopped and looked at her.

She restrained herself from acting shy. She glanced at his crotch. She spotted his small cock rise, he took control of it, and it fell. She admired this control.

He simply asked, "Which paddle?"

"You'll stop when I say too?"

"Give me a word."

"What?"

He answered gently,"Say bunny when you want me to stop. As soon as I hear it I'll stop."

"Then what?"

"Lets watch one another masturbate. If you let me I wouldn't mind cumming on your butt or boobs."

This would give her a chance to see his cock before they ever did anything together.

"I'll masturbate in front of you."

He smiled.

"I can't wait to watch you."

It was obvious this was a turn on for him.

She was caught off guard when he went into character and stated, "As your professor I'm disappointed in you."

She was unsure of what to do.

"I've told you to get the assignment done."

Her heart pounded.

He pushed up his glasses and said, "Instead of failing you. Something I could do. I think you deserve a lesson."

She was feeling aroused. She felt herself becoming flush.

In a soft timid voice she answered, "Don't do that?"

"You're so naughty."

The way he said it sent chills down her spine. She had never been naughty before. She had always been the good girl. She had always been the good girl. Something she admired about herself. At this moment to feel naughty was incredibly arousing.

As herself, "Say that again."

"You're so naughty."

She couldn't believe how arousing his words were. She felt herself getting moist. She was uncertain how she should feel about herself.

Curtis stated, "You need a spanking."

As herself, "Tell me why."

He smiled.

He stepped into character.

"You have so much potential. You waste it by not paying attention and not finishing your assignments."

This felt amazing to Brooke. In the four years she attended college she never missed one assignment. Never once was late for class. Studied all the time. Her friends had to pull her away for her to have any fun. She liked pretending she was naughty.

He surprised her by slamming the paddle on an old couch in this area.

She jumped because of the noise.

He became demanding, "Confess to me you're naughty."

She answered, "I'm naughty?"

The idea of being naughty was such a turn on for her.

"You need to turn around and lean up against the chair."

She asked as herself, "Should I pull my pants down?"

Curtis answered as himself, "If you leave them on it'll hurt less."

She turned around and held onto the computer chair. He gently moved her and directed her on how to stand. She wondered why he spent time playing with her ass. She was shocked when this became arousing. She never once believed her backside could be an erotic zone.

She asked as herself, "When are you going to spank me?"

Curtis as himself answered, "I'm preparing you for it."

"Oh."

"I want this to be pleasurable. To be pleasurable I'm going to start out light. If you want it harder say so. Don't forget to use the word bunny if you've had enough. I give you permission to get yourself off at any time. I'll give myself relief after."

Her heart fluttered. This was the first time she was with a guy who suggested she get off first. The idea she would get off first turned her on.

"Okay."

He went into character, "How do you expect to graduate if you miss assignments?"

She closed her eyes.

He hit her backside.

For the first time she was spanked for sexual pleasure. She could tell he showed restraint. He could have easily hit her harder.

In character he said, "This is hurting me more than you."

She felt this was cheesy. This added to her arousal. He hit her again. This was a turn on for her. She felt herself getting wet.

As he continued he chose different spots to spank her. He often times asked, "Are you okay?"

This was both frustrating and comforting at the same time.

She asked him to hit her harder. She liked it. She was so aroused.

This continued. They stayed in character and she kept asking for him to hit her harder.

As the spanking continued she started to resent the fact he was spanking her. He was being cautious and only increased the pain when she asked. She started to wonder why he would do this to her. She needed to remind herself she was the one who was asking for him to spank her harder. This didn't stop her from questioning why he would agree. Plus it was starting to hurt. The more it started to hurt the angrier she was becoming. This was wrecking the whole experience.

She screamed, "Bunny!"

She expected him to continue.

Instead she heard, "Did I hit you to hard? Are you okay?"

She stood up and turned to face him.

Her heart was pounding. She was filled with a mix of emotions. She was breathing heavy.

She started to rub her backside, "This isn't for me."

He answered, "Okay. If you don't like it that's fine. We don't ever have to do it again."

Her heart leaped.

Tearing, "But I asked for it?"

"But you never did this before."

"I thought I'd like it?"

He stepped up to her and embraced her.

"It's okay not to like something."

She held onto him.

He held her.

She felt his cock stiffen.

She ignored this because she needed to be held. This was supposed to be fun but it was traumatic for her.

In a soft tone she stated, "I never want to do that again."

"Unless you ask for it I'll never suggest it."

The way he held her. The way he talked to her. The way he listened to her. How safe she felt. She would have been all in on spanking to feel what she was feeling noe. The feeling of resentment overruled any positive feelings she was experiencing. She never wanted to resent Curtis every again.

He asked, "How does your backside feel?"

She stepped back, "It stings."

"You trust me to put some ointment on it? Then I'll give you a bath."

She was shocked.

"You'd give me a bath?"

"Of course."

She wanted this bath. She wanted to make love to him. She no longer wanted to wait. But, she was determined to make it to her wedding night. She slide down her sweatpants and her panties. She draped them over the chair.

This is when she noticed his look. It was obvious he disliked her big bush. She could tell he was being polite by concealing his displeasure.

She felt comfortable enough to ask, "You don't like my bush do you?'

"It's not my favorite."

She asked, "Would you prefer me to shave it off?"

She noticed his cock jerk.

He answered, "When I go down on a woman I prefer if she was bald. But I'm okay with a landing strip."

She asked, "Are you going to give me a bath?"

She noticed his cock jerk.

"Yes. But I'd like to put some of this ointment on your backside first."

She turned herself around and stuck her ass in the air, "Apply the ointment."

He did so.

She liked how gentle he was. This was much better than being spanked. She was disappointed in herself for feeling so much resentment. She was overjoyed to find out Curtis would indeed stop if she disliked something. She felt more comfortable making requests. She was surprised on how aroused she was just by being touched on the backside. Neither one of her other partners ever touched her backside the way Curtis was.

She mentioned, "I like your touch."

He answered, "I like your ass."

She joked, "Don't get any ideas. I ain't ready for anything yet."

"I get that."

She felt she should mention, "I've never had anal sex before."

"My ex liked it but Shakira didn't."

She asked, "Do you like it?"

"It feels tighter than vaginal penetration."

Being encouraging she stated, "If you were even average sized I wouldn't want anal sex."

He asked, "How's the ointment feel?"

She was honest, "It feels much better."

"It'll be tender for a while but I don't believe you need anymore ointment."

She turned around and looked at him.

She noticed his cock jerk.

She asked, "Would you mind taking off your clothes? I'd like to see Mr. Pickles."

It took her days to come up with a nickname for his small penis.

He smiled, "That's a different name for it."

Concerned, "Is it okay? I'll pick a different one."

She was going to suggest another name for it. She restrained herself because he was starting to remove his clothes. This was the first time a guy ever seductively took his clothes off for her. She was surprised to see him wearing silky red underwear with polka dots. She found this flattering. It wasn't arousing in any way but this was the first time in her life a guy dressed sexy for her.

He winked.

Then asked, "You ready to see Mr. Pickles?"

She lied, "Yes."

He slipped off his silky men's underwear.

Immediately his white small cock became hard.

She refrained from giggling.

He noticed.

There was an awkward silence.

During this silence she studied his small white circumcised cock. It was between four and half inches and five inches. This would be the first circumcised cock she would be with. She found his white head interesting. There was no doubt this was the stiffest cock she ever seen before. Still; she doubted penetration would be pleasurable.

She looked into his eyes. She could have easily broke him as a man. She wondered if Shakira had. She didn't believe Kelly did. She blocked out the curiosity on why they divorced.

Trying to give him confidence and hiding her doubt she mentioned, "Mr. Pickles is at attention."

He replied, "It's like that because of you."

Her inner words echoed in her mind, "He's excited about me. It's hard because of me. It's small but he's excited about me. He sees me."

She heard, "Brooke?"

She heard the concern. She focused. She could see it was becoming limp.

She spontaneously put herself in a model pose, over exaggerated it, and said with a smile, "So Mr. Pickles likes me?"

Mr. Pickles immediately became stiff. She smiled because it was the stiffest cock she ever seen before. His head looked interesting to her.

He joked by singing, "Because Mr. Pickles won't go home."

They both laughed at the song reference.

This put her at ease. Yes; he had a small cock. Yes; it wasn't her ideal. What was important she didn't feel she needed to lie about it. This was something neither one needed to be self conscious about. She suddenly understood why Curtis could enjoy small cock humiliation. This was something she was unsure she could perform. She loved him to much to ridicule him.

As their laughter was subsiding he approached her. They embraced. She allowed him to kiss her. She kissed back. She never experienced slow and sensual kissing before. It felt as though it lasted for hours. Hours of erotic pleasure. She loved it when they danced their tongues together. There was no doubt they were creating sexual movements with their tongues. She was sopping wet. At this moment if he asked for sex she would have given to him. Instead he took her hand and led her to the second floor. She took a breath when he led her through his bedroom and into the large bathroom attached to his bedroom. She was certain he would have stopped and led her to his bed.

He stated, "My bathroom is better than the other ones."

When they stepped into the bathroom she assumed he would want relief. Even though it was less than five inches and pale. It was attached to a man she loved. There was no doubt in her mind she loved him. She knew if she reached down and touched it she would have given herself to him.

She was confused when he stepped over to the long two sink

Confused she asked, "What are you doing?"

He stopped and turned around to face her.

Matter of fact he stated, "I'm preparing a bath for you."

"You are?"

"Unless you don't want one?"

She answered, "Yeah. I want one."

He gently kissed her and turned back to the sink. She watched his cock go flaccid. It was really tiny. She was grateful it grew as large as it did. If his cock remained at his limp size there was no way they would have been able to have sex.

She was snapped out of these thoughts when he asked, "What type of scent do you like?"

She noticed a bottom cabinet was opened and he was holding onto a brown woven basket.

He stated, "I have lavender, ocean, butterfly, rose, and vanilla."

She stepped up to him and looked into the basket.

She asked, "Did Shakira buy these?"

"I bought them for Shakira. She never bothered to take them."

Based upon this statement, Brooke assumed there were a lot of female items floating around in his house. This idea was confirmed when she glanced into the open cabinet and there were five other brown baskets in this cabinet.

She pointed to the cabinet, "What's in those?"

"Soap, body wash, conditioner, and shampoo."

She turned, bent down, and inspected these baskets. She felt him gazing at her backside. There was a mix of different scents. She pushed aside the fact another woman used these scents. She selected lavender mainly because this scent was the least used and there was an unused soap bar in this scent. She set the soap bar and bottles onto the counter. She turned around.

When they were facing one another he stated, "I like this scent."

She glanced at him in disbelief. He put everything away. He turned around and stepped over to the bathtub. He turned the facet on. She was amazed when he checked the temperature.

Even more amazing was when he asked, "Would you test the water?"

While staring at him she stepped over to the bathtub and tested the water. She focused. She adjusted the temperature by increasing the heat. She stood up and watched. She was surprised when he plugged the bathtub. He poured bubble bath into the water. Immediately the lavender scent filled the bathroom.

"You like candles?"

Shocked.

"Of course."

She then observed him open a drawer. He pulled out a half dozen different sized candles and a long lighter.

She asked, "Are they scented?"

"The candles are not. You don't want to many different smells going on."

She blocked out the jealousy of this statement. Instead of being jealous she secretly thanked whomever taught him this.

She watched as he set candles around the tub and through out the bathroom. She noticed he would go from semi-hard to soft depending if he was looking at her or not.

One thing she was confused about. Not once did he touch her or himself. It was her experience, when nudity was involved, sex was the focus. She never experienced mutual nakedness without overt sexual activity happening. Her heart fluttered with the idea they could be nudists in the privacy of their home. She imagined parading around the house nude completing normal activities without worrying about having sex.

As she was watching him set up the candles she caught her reflection in the vanity mirror. She spotted the top of her bush. Brooke casually backed up and studied her area. She glanced over at Curtis. He was to busy with the candles to notice she was studying herself. She had never totally shaved her area. She slightly trimmed it when she wore a swimsuit. It was rare she wore one. With Curtis owning a pool she was certain this would change. This was not the reason she was thinking about shaving her area.

She looked at Curtis. It was obvious she was with a man who cared about her. He was setting up candles just for her. Made a bubble bath just for her. She adored the large bathtub. This was the most sensual thing any guy had done for her. They didn't even have sex yet. She glanced at his pale cock. She wished it was bigger. She accepted the reality she would likely never have an orgasm with him inside of her. She accepted this because of the effort he was putting in. She watched him continue to set these candles out.

She turned and started to open the cabinets. She was grateful Shakira left a small plastic basket of women's shaving supplies. In this basket was everything a woman needed to shave anything on her body. She glanced over at Curtis. He was still focused on lighting the candles. She set the basket off to the side.

She watched as he finished lighting the candles.

He turned to her and smiled. He walked over to the vanity and turned on the lights over the vanity. Stepped over to the bathroom light and turned them off.

Between the lighting and the aroma Brooke was aroused.

He stepped over to the bathtub and turned off the water.

He stepped over to her, "Are you ready for your bath?"

With an odd look answered, "Yeah."

He gently led her into the large bathtub. She watched him sit behind her. She expected all of this was a cover to have sex. She was prepared to say no and step out of the tub. To her pleasant surprise he actually gave her a bath. With how large this bath tub it was easy for them to move around. She adored the fact he avoided her area. She was surprised when he washed her breasts and didn't use an erotic touch. He was overall gentle and slow. This was a blessing to her.

She was absolutely shocked when he washed her hair. What washed his woman's hair? She needed to guide him because of her braids. She'd ignore this slight annoyance. She appreciated the fact he was able to reach areas she was unable to reach herself. Having her hair washed by her lover was the most intimate thing she ever experienced. It was one thing to have a beautician or a friend wash her hair but it felt so different to have a lover wash her hair. By the end she was putty. She would have offered no resistance if he wanted more.

The biggest blessing was their communication. She felt free to tell him what she wanted. He did the best he could. There were times when he asked her what she wanted. She'd tell him. There were the moments when she just let him wash her.

He never touched her womanhood. She correctly assumed, if he started to touch her area, he would want sex. She believed this would be the case for any man. Because this was the most sensual act she ever experienced she was ready to give herself to him.

She watched him stand up. She glanced at his semi-hard cock. She expected him to requesting a blow job. Instead he stepped out of the tub. He went behind her and unplugged the water. He stepped over and grabbed a towel from the cabinet. He held the towel up.

He simply said, "Bath is over. Time to dry you."

She let this sink in.

She stated, "This is only a bath?"

He was honest, "I'd like it to be more. But you want to wait until we're married."

Behind the towel she spotted a small bulge. This was a confirmation he wanted to have sex with her.

She commanded, "Get in the tub and sit over there."

He answered, "Okay."

He set the towel on the counter. He sat in the tub. His back was against the tub. His small white cock was really stiff.

She restrained from giggling. At this angle it looked funny.

She calmed herself down with the thought, "I do this to him."

She stepped out from out of the tub. She stepped over to the vanity. She grabbed the plastic bin with all of the shaving items in it.

She stated, "I believe you like to watch a woman shave her pubic area?"

Immediately his cock jerked.

He answered with an odd tone, "Yes."

She bent down to his ear and whispered in a seductive way, "How would you like to watch me remove my bush?"

She noticed his whole body jerk. His cock was completely stiff.

She whispered, "I see Mr. Pickles likes the idea."

With an odd voice he answered, "I do."

She stood up. Turned on the water. Set the water to the temperature she liked. She plugged the tub. She waited for the water to be at her preferred level. She turned the water off. She collected the items she would use to shave her body. She sat on the edge of the tub. Making sure he was eye level with her dark womanhood.

She sprayed the shaving cream on her hand and seductively applied it on her body. She took her time shaving her legs. She shaved her armpits. The whole time Curtis was erect. She then set these shaving items to the side. She took out what was needed to shave her pubic hair. She again placed the cream on her hand. She sat on the edge of the tub, spread her dark legs, exposed her dark womanhood, and seductively shaved her area.

This is when she stated, "You might want to give Mr. Pickles some relief."

Her level of arousal increased when started to shave her area. She enjoyed watching Curtis stroke his small white cock. What she found interesting was how he was stroking his cock. Instead of gripping his cock as she observed other men do. He made a circle with his finger and thumb and stroked it that way. She was amazed how stiff his cock was. The one thing about his cock she found interesting was his circumcised head. It reminded her of a mushroom. Her impulse was to jerk his head. Something she read about but never did. She was impressed with his stamina.

She said, "You don't have to hold back for me. Let it go."

He replied, "I was waiting for you to finish."

She answered, "I'd be impressed if you held it that long. I have a ways to go."

They continued doing what they were doing. As she neared the end it was obvious he was about to explode.

He made a loud grown and yelled, "You're so hot."

She watched as a stream of cum fly out of Mr. Pickles. It landed on his hand and body. She stepped out of the way and let him clean himself off. When he was finished he stepped out of the tub.

She stepped up to the tub. She removed as much of her pubic hair from the tub and tossed it out in a nearby basket. She then turned and looked at herself in the vanity mirror. She again stepped back into the tub. While looking at herself in the mirror she trimmed her landing strip and removed a small patch she missed. She shut the shower curtain and quickly showered making sure all of her loose hairs were washed away. She grabbed a towel and dried herself while standing in the tub. After is when she stepped out of the tub.

She asked, "So how do I look?"

She witnessed his flaccid cock become stiff.

This is when he stepped over to her and kissed her. He picked her up and set her down on the vanity. She spread her legs expecting him to penetrate her. Instead he reached down and started to slid his fingers up and down her folds. It didn't take her long to become sopping wet. She again expected him to penetrate her. Instead he moved his fingers up to her button and made circles. She moved her hand down and guided him to a more up and down motion.

This was far more intense than her own hand. She removed her hand and leaned back. Her breasts were hard. She was flush. Her legs were in the air. She was allowing herself to be verbal. She rolled her eyes. She yelled. She slammed her legs on his hand. She jerked and shook. This was one of the most intense orgasms she ever experienced. It was the first time she ever experience an orgasm by someone else's hand. When her body was done shaking she sat up and held onto him.

He held onto her in response.

This is the reason she started to tear up.

He asked, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah."

To her surprise he held onto her.

He whispered, "On our wedding night I'll give you the best head of your life."

Her impulse was to elope. What stopped her was her vision of a traditional wedding.

18

***Three Months Later***

Brooke was shopping in a large grocery store near her Auntie's house.

Brooke was wearing a V-neck short sleeved white notched lapel blue floral print dress. The flower print went down the center of the dress and around the bottom of the dress. She was wearing a matching belt with a large round open buckle. This dress made her look taller while still being comfortable in the heat. With it being a hot July day there was no way she was about to wear anything warm or long. To be modest she was wearing a very supportive bra.

She was wearing a light amount of makeup. The accessories she was wearing were: blue drop earrings, a blue jeweled bracelet on her right wrist, a chain necklace with blue charms along the front, and her beautiful engagement ring. To add height she was wearing three inch blue colored platform wrap-up heels. Her small purse with the long straps was across her chest. She was standing in front of a well used metal cart.

She was doing some last minute grocery shopping before attending her own wedding shower. This was supposed to be a surprise but Brooke figured it out. She felt it was odd her Aunt would ask her to come over to her house on a Saturday afternoon to go over wedding flowers. The mistake her family made was this Aunt was horrible at growing plants and knew little to nothing about flowers.

Her Aunt's house was in an upper middle class mixed raced neighborhood. She owned the largest house in Brooke's family. Whenever there was a large family function it happened there and normally on a Saturday afternoon.

She was able to confirm her suspicious by calling every woman she suspected would be invited, excluding her Aunt, and invited them to do something at the same time. With all of them finding odd excuses she believed they were throwing her a wedding shower.

The final confirmation was when Nathan asking her why they needed to take a shower during their wedding. When Curtis went over to his parents house, Nathan overheard his Aunt (Curtis' sister) and Grandmother (Curtis' mother) talking about the surprise wedding shower.

Nathan believed the best person to ask about the wedding was Brooke. The two biggest topics at his Dad's house was the wedding and Brooke moving into their house. If Nathan asked anything related to Brooke moving in, he would receive an answer later in the day or the next day. This answer would be the same no matter who answered it. When he asked a question related to the wedding his Dad didn't seem to have any answers but Brooke had all the answers. This is why he approached Brooke and asked why they were taking a "shower" at the wedding. It was easy for Brooke to ask a few questions and Nathan to tell her everything he knew about a wedding "shower."

The reason for the "surprise" wedding shower was because Brooke didn't want one. After agreeing to marrying Curtis he opened up about his finances. It was clear he was living way under his means. She was amazed at how much money he made. She was wise enough to understand he was making money in unconventional ways, in his say, she felt he worked hard for his earrings.

She admired how overall responsible he was with his finances. With the engagement ring on her finger and the wedding day set she now considered herself part of the upper class. She was aware of people, a few of these people she recently met, who were far more wealthier than them. As long as they were responsible, there wasn't any reason for her to believe she would be poor again.

Brooke's biggest incentive to remaining responsible was the opportunity to be a stay at home wife and mother. Until this was possible she would continue working at a suburban hospital near Curtis' house. She was spending between sixty to seventy-five percent of her free time at this house.

She felt with both families being at best upper middle class and most considered upper lower class she didn't want to receive a wedding shower. Immediately after talking to Nathan she called her sister. Brooke confessed to knowing about the shower and asked her sister to cancel it. This became a loud discussion. Her oldest sister claimed Brooke was being prideful and snobby because Brooke didn't want the people she cared about to bless her. More important, it was a tradition in both families to have a wedding shower.

As the Matron of Honor, Brooke's older sister threatened to, "Drag her stuck up ass to the shower."

Brooke avoided an argument by suggesting a price ceiling on every gift and no one should feel obligated to bring a gift. This felt reasonable to Brooke's sister. Brooke doubted her standards would be followed.

They were to be married within a month. Most of the people they knew were concerned about their age difference and how fast they were going. There were members on both sides of their families concerned about them being an interracial couple. Brooke didn't care if others disliked the fact they were marrying outside of their race. Brooke strongly believed they would prove communication and commitments could conquer any racial issues. They both expected and experienced racism from time to time.

After being strung along by Tyrone moving faster was a blessing to her. A more pressing issue for Brooke was being thirty and still single.

What annoyed Brooke were the comments and looks they received because of their eleven year age gap. She hated the implication she was to young for Curtis. She believed she was more mature than most women her age. After her experiences with Tyrone and the guys she dated around her age she adored his maturity. She often suggested to her female friends to choose older men.

She believed the reason Curtis had the patience to wait until they were married was his maturity and his morals. She believed a guy her age would be pressuring her to have sex or would have broken up with her. There were many times she would have given herself to Curtis if he asked. She respected the fact he was honoring her wishes.

They were avoiding vaginal sex, anal sex, giving Curtis a hand job, oral sex, and anything they considered kinky. To make it until their wedding night they enjoyed watching one another masturbate and they engaged in dry humping. Their version of dry humping was Brooke starting off by wearing a provocative outfit, dance to music she selected, strip down to a pair of shorts, yoga pants, or jeans. Curtis would sit on a chair or couch wearing only a pair of shorts without a zipper. She would mount him and grind him to an orgasm.

When she first performed this act it was about giving her man relief. She never expected to feel anything in return. She was delightfully shocked when she reached an orgasm about one out of six times she performed for him. When she didn't receive an orgasm Curtis would bring her to an orgasm by using his hand. She was overjoyed Curtis would spend the time to bring her to an orgasm.

Achieving an orgasm while grinding him was encouraging to her. This gave her hope she might be able to achieve an orgasm with Curtis inside of her. She considered this to be a bonus. A bonus she was was willing to forgo because she achieved more orgasms with Curtis than with any other man she had been with. This was without engaging in oral sex or intercourse. Based on his skills with his hand and Curtis' rumored oral skills she believed she was about to experience many orgasms.

If having a small cock was the reason her man was all about foreplay and communication, she'd prefer a small cocked guy, over a guy with a large one any day. It was not even a debate for her. For the rest of her life she would always take foreplay over size. Receiving oral sex and engaging in marathon love sessions were the reasons she was anticipating her wedding night.

She knew he was the man for her when she could express her disappointment in his size and he didn't get angry with her. Instead they openly talk about it. She believed if she was with a man her age this positive conversation would have never happened. She felt blessed when Curtis printed out several online articles and illustrations on the positions to try when a man had a smaller penis. Curtis being willing to use an extender was everything she needed to know. She strongly believed a guy her age would have either been devastated at this suggestion or would have been petty.

She believed the only reason she could go "nudist" without feeling any pressure to have sex was because of Curtis' maturity. She loved the freedom to perform normal activities around the house without wearing any clothes. This felt naughty and freeing at the same time. He rarely went nudist with her but she appreciated the few times he did. She felt this was a blessing because it was his way of accepting something she liked.

Truth be told, one of the reasons she liked parading around nude or wearing a sexy outfit was to see "pickles" become stiff. She felt it took a lot of confidence on his part to go nude. The two things she liked about his cock was his head and how stiff it would get. Because she was a voyeur she enjoyed watching the way he used his thumb and finger to get himself off. She liked the fact he never jerked himself off unless she gave him permission.

What she found interesting, Curtis aroused more often when she wore an article of clothing or shoes. She recalled a day when she tested this theory. In the morning she paraded around completely nude. She paid attention to how many times he would become aroused. After lunch she added a very tight lace up skirt and a matching lace up denim jacket. This jacket was super tight and barely covered her breasts. She purposefully zippered it down just passed her nipples. He became hard more times with her wearing the outfit than nude. Two hours into wearing this outfit she gave him permission to jerk himself, she was so turned on by what she did, she masturbated at the same time he did.

One of her favorite ways to playfully tease Curtis was to walk around topless while wearing denim pants, denim shorts, leggings, tights, or yoga pants.

There was the day she no longer wanted to wait until they were married but didn't want to be the one to give in. Pushing his buttons she stepped out of her room wearing an outfit she planned on wearing during their honeymoon. She was wearing a handmade denim corset with red embroidered trim (she purchased this online), the tightest pair of jeans she could fit into, and over the knee red boots with five inch heals.

As soon as Curtis spotted her in this outfit "pickles" was ready to go. She could see the small bulge under his jeans. By the look on his face he wanted to do her. This was the first check within herself. She wanted their first time to be making love not a kinky sex session. This didn't stop her from wanting to receive oral sex and giving herself to him. These desires ended when he walked passed her and headed to his bedroom.

She rushed over, stopped him, and asked, "Where are you going?"

He answered, "I have to jerk off by myself or we'll never make it to our wedding day."

She quickly recognized her mistake. He was doing everything possible to honor her. She removed her outfit and handing it to him. If she watched him they would have had sex that day. She credited Curtis' maturity and self restraint for the reason they still hadn't had sex. Once he stepped into his bedroom she changed clothes and left the house feeling guilty for her unfair plan.

These were the reasons she was doing everything she could to appear older.

One of the ways she was combating the age difference was by removing her braids. Her naturally dark thick wavy hair was now free from braids. She honored Curtis by keeping it long. A blessed day, a day she would never forget, was when Curtis told her she looked better without the braids. Later while they were cuddling on the couch he lightly caressed her hair. This was everything to her. This was his way of accepting her no matter what her hair looked like.

Her assessment was correct. After changing her hair they were receiving less looks and snide comments related to their age difference.

Another way to combat the criticism of their age difference was by looking as tall as possible. The obvious way to look taller was by wearing high heals. She was well aware high heals was a thing for Curtis. When she wanted to sexually tease him she wore high healed shoes or boots. Her assessment was correct. When she appeared taller they received less criticism.

The last way she tried to curtail the age gap criticism was acting more mature. When they were out in public she made sure she restrained her playful self and acted mature. She read many articles and even bought a book on etiquette.

She was grateful she did. He took her to a city wide fund raiser. This was nerve racking on a variety of levels. This was attended by the elites of the metropolitan area they lived in. Without the research into etiquette she would have felt overwhelmed. The worst part of the night was when Tyrone showed up with a sophisticated upper class black woman.

The best thing about the night was how Curtis encouraged her. Many times he verbally defended her and often times praised her in front of others. She was overjoyed when he slowed danced with her. She would never forget dancing to the song "Stand by Me" with the love of her life. She loved him before this night but the love she felt for him increased to another level by the end of this night.

She received reassurance when at the end of the night a black female TV host and her black husband approached them. She pulled Brooke off to the side. This host complimented her on how elegant she looked. She expressed what she felt about Tyrone. This woman expressed her feeling Brooke belonged. Brooke was wise enough to know this woman had spotted how nervous she was. This encouragement meant a great deal to Brooke.

After this event Brooke suggested they get a hotel. Without Curtis' maturity they would have made love. Instead he took her to her parents house. This was frustrating. Still; she was grateful he was mature enough to take her home. He knew she would have regretted having sex.

She thought about all the times she put on the brakes and he never acted rudely. She credited this to his maturity.

19

***Annoyed***

She selected a box of thank-you cars. She placed them into her cart. She headed to the produce area. Her plan was to purchase a party platter. She was well aware her Sister would be annoyed she did so but Brooke felt she should bring something. She even debated about hosting a game where she gave out gift cards. Her plan was to make sure those cards ended up in the hands of the poorest members of both families. She decided against this because she felt this would be a form of attention getting.

While looking over the variety of platters she spotted Shakira step into this area. Brooke noticed Shakira glance over at her. Brooke pretended not to see her. Shakira was in her late thirties, had dark brown colored skin, was five eight, long straight black hair, had an oblong shaped face, beautiful light brown eyes, luscious lips, and a wide flat nose. Brooke believed Shakira had a better shape than herself.

Shakira was in excellent shape, had medium sized breasts, a smaller backside, and was very attractive. She was wearing a white and black stripped crochet mini-skirt set. The top had a collar and buttons. She was wearing brown sandals, dangling earrings, a variety of bracelets, an ankle bracelet, black sandals, and was carrying a black purse. She was carrying a basket and stopped to look at the apples.

This was the least person Brooke wanted to run into. Brooke believed Shakira was trying to receive attention by being out in public without a bra. The outline of her breasts were visible. It was equally obvious she was wearing a skirt one size to small. Brooke hoped Shakira would continue to ignore her.

Brooke considered taking Kendra's suggestion and call her. Brooke changed her mind when Savanna confirmed Shakira slept with Tyrone before breaking it off with Curtis. Not only did Shakira sleep with Tyrone she slept with two other guys as well. Savanna believed it was Shakira who gave Tyrone gonorrhea. Brooke felt Curtis was lucky when he went and tested himself for STD's and was cleared.

To Brooke's dismay Shakira stepped over to her.

Shakira put on a fake smile and said, "Hi."

Brooke answered, "Hi."

They glared at one another.

Shakira being fake stated, "You look stunning."

Brooke answered with a fake smile herself, "Thank-you."

Brooke was about to find some excuse to leave but Shakira decided to speak.

Snarky, "So. I understand someone is marrying Curtis."

Brooke answered, "She's a lucky woman."

Brooke tried. She placed a vegetable platter into the cart and was about to give a polite good-bye.

Shakira answered, "Why would you say that?"

Brooke and Shakira stared at one another.

Brooke smiled, "For one thing he's loyal."

Brooke was content to leave it at that. She tried to walk away.

Shakira snarled back, "With how small his cock is he needs to be loyal."

Brooke crunched her jaws together.

She turned and became the managing nurse of the operation department, "Shakira. You can blame your infidelity on his small cock all you want. But the truth of it is. You're the problem."

Brooke again tried to walk away but Shakira stepped right in front of her cart and again snarled, "How am I the problem? I'm not the one with a small cock."

Everyone around them started glancing at them. An employee became concerned and went to get a manager.

Brooke remained professional, "Shakira. I'm forever grateful you were short sighted enough to cheat on Curtis. Not only with Tyrone. Whom I was living with at the time. I'm now with the best lover I ever had. I'd take his small dick over Tyrone's big cock any day. Here's my suggestion."

Snarling, "What's that?"

"Leave Curtis and myself alone. We are overjoyed to be with one another. My suggestion is to go back with Tyrone."

"Why?"

"You two are made for one another."

Brooke tried to walk away. Shakira again blocked Brooke's cart. Brooke's impulse was to shove the cart into her. She reminded herself she just finished probation. Was headed to her own wedding shower. If she was arrested again Kelly would do everything possible to stop Nathan from seeing her. This over all the other things kept Brooke calm.

Shakira asked, "What's that suppose to mean?"

Brooke answered, "It means that you and Tyrone share the same disregard for the people who trusted you. Both of you love to lie. Both of you love to cheat. Curtis is honest with me. He's trustworthy. And I love him. I'd take Curtis' small cock over Tyrone's cheating ass any day."

Again Brooke tried to step away.

Shakira again stepped in front of the cart.

Brooke took a deep breath. She kept her composure. There was to much on the line to loose her temper. She promised herself she would never loose it again. The thought of loosing Curtis and Nathan kept her calm.

Shakira was annoyed she couldn't get Brooke to snap.

Shakira pushing buttons stated, "Keep lying to yourself."

Brooke knew she would regret asking, "How am I lying to myself?"

"Well. Everyone knows I left Curtis because he and his little dick couldn't keep me satisfied. Plus. He's a pervert. Him and his fetishes. The truth is. Everyone is laughing at you for falling for him. Lets not forget about the age difference. What is he your sugar daddy? We all know how rich he is. I wouldn't care about how small his dick is if I was. What should I say? Comfortable. We all know where you came from. It's difficult to blame you for wanting a better life. But come on. To tell everyone you love him and he satisfies you. It's ridiculous. Admit it. He's a downgrade with money."

Shakira waited.

Brooke was shaking. She glanced at the thank-you cards and the platter. The thought of never seeing Nathan again tugged at her heart. Or for Curtis to loose trust in her would be devastating.

Brooke answered, "You are the type of woman to be with a man because of his money. But I'm not that type of woman. I'm a woman of integrity. I love Curtis. Curtis loves me. You hear me? He loves me. Unlike Tyrone who used me and led me on. Curtis wants to marry me."

Tears fell.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks or says. I know the truth. I never want to speak to you again."

Brooke tapped into the neighborhood she grew up in. This short petite black woman scared Shakira to her core by aggressively moving the cart and leaning into her, "If you ever do anything to Nathan or Curtis you'll regret it."

This is when Brooke spotted a store manager step up to them.

He asked, "Is there anything I can help you ladies with?"

Brooke still tapped into her neighborhood answered, "No sir. I'm done here."

Brooke looked over at Shakira.

Brooke stated, "I have a wedding shower to get too. A wedding to look forward too. And a honeymoon I can't wait to enjoy."

Shakira gave her a look.

Brooke gave a frightening warning glare.

This is when Brooke quickly stepped around the manager and headed toward the check out lanes. She was polite to the cashier. She managed to hold in her tears. She went to her vehicle. Set everything in the back seat. She shut and locked the doors. She drove toward her Aunt's house.

She cried.

Did people believe the only reason she was with Curtis was because of his money? No one really knew how wealthy he was. She fell in love with him before ever knew how wealthy he was. She would never have a sugar daddy. She would choose to be homeless before having one of those. She loved him. She was marrying a loyal man who knew how to communicate. She was with a man she could talk to about everything.

While crying she yelled into the air, "I don't care how short his dick is. I don't care that he's white. I don't care how wealthy he is."

She acknowledged, "I'm grateful I don't have to worry about money."

While driving she took a tissue from a small box and blew her nose. She looked at herself in the mirror and her makeup was a mess.

She pulled into a box stores parking lot and balled. When she was done she quickly cleaned her face. Then fixed her makeup. She was happy she brought her big purse. She calmed herself down. She glanced at her phone and realized she was running late to her own wedding shower. She quickly texted her Sister and promised to be there soon. She somehow avoided getting pulled over.

She pulled onto the street of her Aunt's house. There were cars parked up and down the street. There wasn't any room for her to park her car in the driveway. She felt lucky to find a parking spot close to the house.

She spotted two of her nieces from her family and a soon to be niece from Curtis' family running toward her car. They were excited to see her. When they reached the car they were shouting at her. This was everything to her. When stepping out of the car she told them to calm down.

They listened for about five seconds. Once her purse was over her shoulder and she was holding the vegetable platter, her nieces bombarded her with everything they felt was important. The oldest one who was from Curtis' family took the platter and the youngest one who was her Sister's youngest child insisted on leading Brooke into the house. When Brooke stepped into the house the women from both sides of the family and her friends clapped and cheered. She was overwhelmed by how the house was decorated.

She cried out of happiness.

She was embraced by her Mom, her soon to be Mother-in-law, her sister, Abigal, and her best friend Kendra. This turned out to be one of her most cherished days.

20

***Wedding Day***

Brooke believed with wealth came a lot of responsibility. Based upon what she had access too, which was everything, she trusted Curtis' financial decisions. She believed she would have wanted to save the world. She was wise enough to understand this was unrealistic. The least thing she wanted was to be the spouse who squandered money. These beliefs caused her to be frugal.

Even with Brooke being frugal both sides of their families believed their wedding was the most elegant wedding they would ever attended. Brooke relied heavily on her sister, her future Sister-in-law (the youngest of Curtis' two sisters), and her best friend Kendra. Brooke could have easily spent more on the wedding but she refused too.

Their wedding was held at the mixed raced church Brooke attended. A major factor in this decision was the added cost to have the wedding, the dinner, and the reception in the hall she rented. More important than the cost was getting married in a church. She felt her Sister, her future Sister-in-law, and Kendra were fantastic at decorating the church.

Brooke especially liked the flowers. She pointed out to her three helpers how wonderful the flowers were without needing to spend more money. Her Sister pointed out if she would have spent an extra two hundred dollar it would have even been better. Brooke felt spending this extra two hundred dollars was unnecessary. It was her future Sister-in-law who pointed pointed out Curtis would have never minded. Brooke made it clear she cared.

The one item she was willing to spend more than she budgeted for was her wedding dress. It was difficult to find one she liked that fit her. Being petite and having a larger chest narrowed her options. She could have easily spent even more money having a custom dress made. She believed it was foolish to spend a small fortune on a dress she was only going to wear once.

She purchased an all white lace A-Line dress with a high waistline, a square neckline with wide straps, sparkling detail above the waistline, and a zip back. Above the waistline the dress had a corset look. She was showing some cleavage. She made sure the top would never slide down. The dress was floor length, somewhat wide, no train, but there was a slit near the left leg.

She added a three layered pearl beaded necklace. The first layer of this beautiful necklace wrapped around the bottom of her neck. The bottom layer ended just above her cleavage. In between the top and bottom layers was a short layer of small beads. She added a pearl beaded hairband, pinned up her long black wavy hair with an elegant looking pearl clip with white lace detailing, and added noticeable pearl earrings. She added long lace flowered gloves and white lace up booties with three inch heals with a bow on top.

Her outfit was a combination of: elegance, femininity, seduction, and sexuality rolled into one. Brooke hoped her soon to be husband would see the sexual signals she was communicating. Her booties with the lace and the bow on top signaled she was ready to explore kinks. The slit in the dress was her way of teasing him with her legs and her booties. The lace gloves signaled her plan to honor her promise of giving her man a handjob. Exposing the small amount of cleavage was her way of being provocative. She felt the way she layered the necklace was seductive. She wrapped the first layer to make it look like she was wearing a choker. She purposely set the third layer to point toward the center of her breasts. The red flowers was the signal she was embracing his fetishes.

Her wedding dress was controversial with friends and family. Some believed it was modern and completely acceptable. Others would have preferred a more traditional dress. There were a few who felt it was seductive and inappropriate. No matter their opinion of the dress everyone believed Brooke looked beautiful.

Brooke's Dad led her up the aisle. What helped her make it up the aisle was focusing on Curtis. Curtis was a man she could trust.

He was far from perfect. He was sometimes a slob and forgot to pick up after himself. She disliked how he'd leave dishes in the sink. He'd get so into writing he'd temporarily forget about her and everything around him. She understood writing was his profession. Whenever he wrote she would focus on something else. She learned, all she had to do was enter the den and his focus would shift completely to her. She picked her spots on when to interrupt him. She often felt he was to friendly to women they would run into. This included clerks or someone who recognized him as an author. What kept her jealousies under control was her strong belief he would never cheat on her. If she felt he would be unfaithful she would have never married him.

The reason she fell in love with him was how he communicated with her. She cherished his honesty. She relished his details. She treasured the way he listened to her. They had their spats but overall she felt they were great communicators. What blessed her was Curtis' willingness to work things out.

She was looking forward to making love to her man. This would be the first time in her life where she'd be engaging in sex without any doubt the man she was having sex with loved her. This freed her from the guilt she often associated with sex. This in of itself added anticipation to her wedding night.

When she reached him. He winked. She winked back. She was overjoyed he caught her signals.

After the wedding they endured the greeting line and the pictures. The best part about the pictures was it filled the time before heading over to the reception hall. An idea Brooke took from Kelly was having a night wedding. This way they'd have the dinner, have a short break, then the reception would start. Instead of having a brunch, waiting around for hours, and then having the reception.

The one thing Curtis and Brooke argued over was the cost of their dinner and the cost of the entertainment. Curtis was the one who increase the budget of the dinner, hall, and entertainment. This spending limit was higher than he wanted to spend. He was correct in believing Brooke would never reach this limit. Curtis felt blessed he was marrying a woman who was responsible.

Brooke felt an evening wedding should have an elegant ambiance. She picked a hotel with a very elegant hall. She could have chosen a far more expensive hall but chose the fifth most expensive hall in the city. This hall was the best hall either family ever experienced. Everything was formal, everything was crystal, all of the tables were skirted with top of the linens, and the staff added very elegant decorations.

She could have chosen the most expensive caterers but chose the third most expensive. She made sure everyone of their guests had choices. She felt this was essential because of the wide range of people showing up at their reception. There was a long table of hors d'beuvre'. Every guest had a choice of three soups. After the soup was served, guests had four choices of dressings, for their salad. There were four choices for the main course. Three choices of deserts. An added touch was the jazz band that played soft music while they ate. No one, from either family, ever experienced a wedding meal like this.

There were five very wealthy friends and three famous people who attended the reception. They were the only ones who attended more expensive or elegant weddings. These guests were a surprise to everyone. Curtis explained to Brooke, if their attendance wasn't a secret, media would have descended upon the wedding.

As soon as these famous people arrived, Curtis' two sisters, and most important Brooke's Dad jumped into action. They made sure none of the guests would take pictures or ask for autographs. They were told be nice and respectful. These eight people were treated better than the members of their respective families.

The open bar started during the break between the dinner and the reception.

Through Curtis' connections he was able to hire a top cover band. They were able to play everything from 60's soul to country. A treat for everyone was when one of Curtis' famous friends went up on stage and sang two of his most popular chart topping hits and three cover songs the band new how to play.

The reception was a hit. Everyone was having so much fun Curtis paid the band and the hall to keep everything open for another two hours. Brooke and Curtis were determined to leave at their scheduled time. Their plans were to leave the hotel and go to a different one near the airport. They didn't want to be bothered by anything.

Before leaving they said their good bye's to a very tired Nathan. Brooke went out of her way to thank Kelly for picking him up.

Brooke and Curtis' checked on the status of their intoxicated guests. Brooke's parents, Curtis' sister, and Kendra were in charge of everyone's car keys. If they felt a person was unfit to drive they were encouraged to stay overnight at the hotel. Brooke and Curtis reserved fifteen rooms for this purpose. They were both disappointed and relieved to be informed eleven of these rooms were already reserved. Brooke's father promised no one would leave the reception impaired. No one would ever argue with Brooke's Father.

Curtis' brother and wife took care of the wedding gifts. Curtis trusted them to deposit the eight private gifts Curtis received from his famous and wealthy friends. It was Brooke's idea to put the largest valued cash gifts and the second largest valued gift into a special fund for friends and family who entered into future finical emergencies. She then suggested putting the third and fourth highest priced gifts toward enclosing the pool and purchasing new kitchen appliances. She then proposed the next three valued gifts to go into savings and for the smallest valued gift to be invested.

Curtis believed they only needed the third highest priced gift to enclose the pool and purchase new kitchen appliances. He wanted to invest the fourth highest valued gift. The fifth, sixth, and seventh highest valued gifts he wanted to put into savings. The smallest valued gift would be used during their honeymoon. He reminded her they would be spending the money anyway.

She adored the idea of having a "free" honeymoon. She believed they'd have money left over. She felt it would have been ridiculous to spend more than this gift. She liked his proposal but countered with the idea they use the third highest valued gift and the sixth highest valued gift to enclose the pool and purchase new kitchen appliances. She really disliked the kitchen and mentioned they now had the money to remodel it. This is what they agreed upon.

They figured this out during the reception. Whenever they were out of ear shot of anyone else they would discuss it. If Brooke didn't trust Curtis with finances she would have never agreed to allow him to invest as much as he wanted. If Curtis believed Brooke was irresponsible he would have never made her aware of the values of these eight gifts. With Brooke being the woman of the house he was wise enough to give her more money toward the pool and kitchen. He was aware the pool would cost more money than the kitchen.

Before leaving the reception they changed out of their wedding clothes and into something more comfortable. It was Brooke's sister who would take care of her dress. It was Curtis' brother who would take care of his rented tux.

Curtis chose to wear a nice pair of khaki colored slacks, a button shirt, and brown shoes.

Brooke changed into a denim two piece color block set. The block colors were dark blue, blue, and light blue. What made this set provocative for Curtis, was the dark blue block in the center of her high waisted five pocket flared jeans. He loved the fact this center section started at the inside of her feet and went up to the top of the jeans. This inseam, where the zipper and button were sown in, highlighted a woman's inner leg and her private area. Outside of this center block were long blue and light blue blocks of material.

Most of the guests believed what made this outfit provocative was the vest and how the backside of these jeans were blocked. The normal blue jean color covered her backside and most of her left leg. While the light blue colored denim was the bottom half of her right leg and the right back pocket. Along the side of this right leg was a section of dark blue material. She purposely was without a belt. The matching U shaped collared blocked vest with it's wide straps highlighted and pushed up her breasts. There were five small buttons keeping this vest together. She was modest enough to wear a bra underneath.

No one ever witnessed Brooke wear anything like this before. Brooke could have cared less what anyone thought of this denim set. This outfit was for her Husband. She was well aware he would be turned on by this outfit. It turned her on knowing the outfit turned Curtis on. She was ready to explore sexually with the man she loved and married. She felt this sexual exploration started as soon as she stepped out of the hotel's dressing room.

Most of the people attending the reception spotted her in this outfit when the two of them stepped out into the reception hall, out to the front of the hotel, and into the limousine Curtis rented. This limousine was a hit of the reception. It arrived about an hour into the reception. Just about everyone attending the reception took a ride in it. This would be the last ride of the night. It was taking Curtis and Brooke to their hotel.

21

***Anticipation***

If it was up to Brooke they would have never rented a limousine. Instead they would have rented an SUV and drove to the hotel. She never asked how much it cost Curtis to rent the limousine.

Their plan was to spend two nights and three days at a hotel across from the largest mall in the country and a block away from the cities metropolitan airport. They would use the hotel's shuttle or light rail to visit the mall. On the third day they would take this same shuttle to the airport. Where they would spend the rest of their honeymoon in Greece.

The only reason Brooke agreed to this very expensive secluded beach honeymoon spot was because of the deal Curtis received. The owner of this resort was a friend of one of Curtis' wealthy friends. More important, the owner of this resort loved Curtis' books.

Once the limo driver slid the dividing window up they started to kiss. She allowed Curtis to take the lead. To her pleasant surprise he was taking it slow. She was savoring the kissing. She was relishing the love she was feeling between them.

She felt his tongue gently enter her mouth. She answered with hers. The dance of their tongues was arousing. Her face was becoming flush and she was becoming moist. What was driving this arousal was believing this was a preview of receiving oral sex. She felt his right arm move behind her back. She moved in. She expected the pace to pick up. She was pleasantly surprised on how he kept kissing her without immediately reaching for her breasts. Without her breasts being touched her breasts hardened.

She wanted more than just kissing. She reached down. She started to gently caress his small cock through his khaki colored slacks. It jerked. She had seen it flaccid, had dry humped it, and watched him jerk it. This was the first time she ever touched it. She felt it get stiff. She felt his hand slide up and touch her left breast. This was the first time she allowed Curtis to tough her breasts. He often used his hand to bring her quick relief but this was a different type of touch.

She felt the way he traced her breasts through the vest was erotic. She was used to guys just gripping them and squeezing them.

She put on the brakes. This was the most difficult thing she ever did.

"Maybe we shouldn't do this here?"

He smiled.

He asked, "You wouldn't want to receive oral sex right now?"

She stared at him. Her heart pounded. She was unsure of how to answer. She either loved his sarcastic humor or hated it. This was a time where she was unsure if this was sarcasm or a truthful request.

With her heart beating she asked, "Are you being sarcastic?"

"No."

Her heart pounded.

He whispered, "I noticed you kept your shoes on."

She answered with a grin, "I can't wait to have you unlace them and take them off."

"You'll let me?"

She spotted his small cock jerk.

She was about to give a teasing answer.

They heard the limousine drivers voice over the intercom, "I'm sorry to interrupt but I need to confirm what hotel you are staying at?"

She answered his question. The limo driver assured them this was where he was headed.

After this brief interruption, Curtis suggested, "We could see if a more expensive hotel has an opening?"

She was disappointed he'd suggest this.

She answered his request, "After looking over all the hotels you want to choose a different one? The one we're headed to is the one we picked out."

"You don't want to stay at a five star hotel? We have the money."

This upset her, "I don't want to go to a fancier hotel. I like the one one we picked out. We don't have to spend five hundred dollars a night to enjoy ourselves."

They stared at one another.

She became concerned, "If you don't like it we'll find a different one."

He was honest, "Like I told you before. I don't care."

"Then why suggest a different one?"

"I want the best for you. I thought you chose the one we reserved just because of the cost."

She made a face.

"I feel this one is better than the two five star hotels we looked at."

He had his doubts.

She started to promote the hotel they were staying at, "The suite we're staying in is bigger than some people's apartments. I've never stayed at a two room hotel suite. It's so nice."

He smiled.

From her heart she stated, "I feel it's the perfect place to spend the first three days of our marriage together. I like the open lobby. I like the fountain. They have two good restaurants."

He leaned in and kissed her.

She melted.

They again danced their tongues together. He lifted up his hand and gently traced her breast with his finger. She pulled away and made a noise.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

She looked at him. She quickly unbuttoned the five buttons of the vest and removed it. She quickly took of her bra.

She traced his eyes to her breasts. She glanced down and Mr. Pickles was very stiff.

They again started to kiss. This time Curtis was gently playing with her right breast. Her breasts quickly hardened, her dark colored areolas became puffy, and her small brown nipple stiffened.

She was pleasantly surprised on how erotic his touch was. He was starting on the outside of her breast and was slowly moving inward. This was far more arousing than guys just squeezing and gripping her breasts. She reached down and was about to unbutton his pants.

He stopped her.

She became concerned.

He stated, "Because I haven't had sex in a long time I won't last very long. This first time is for you."

She wanted to protest. Wanted to tell him it was both of their nights. But he again leaned in and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him. She embraced their kissing. He pulled away. This confused her. The confusion evaporated when he started to gently kiss her breast. These were soft erotic kisses. He was kissing around her areolas. She moaned.

This is when they heard over the intercom, "We'll be arriving at the hotel in ten minutes."

Curtis hit the reply button and said, "Alright."

She quickly put on her bra, Curtis helped her put on the vest, she had to button it twice, she quickly brushed her hair, and again applied some makeup. She needed to take a few deep breaths to calm herself down. Even then she was somewhat disheveled and her breasts were semi-hard.

They heard over the intercom, "We've arrived."

Curtis answered, "Okay."

He smiled and said, "I love you."

She melted.

She answered in an awed voice, "I love you too."

They felt the limousine stop and the engine turn off. The limo driver stepped out of the vehicle and knocked on the window. Brooke opened the back door. They were under the overhang of the hotel. The glass doors opened and a bell hop pushed out a cart. The limo driver explained he called ahead. Brooke observed the limo driver walk to the back of the limo and open the trunk.

She allowed Curtis to move directly behind her. She felt his hands go around her waist. She was still a little uneasy about public displays of affection but she pushed this feeling away and gripped his hands. Brooke and Curtis watched them unload the things from the trunk onto the cart.

Curtis mentioned, "Tell your family I'm grateful they loaded the limo for us."

"Your sister helped."

"I like your family."

Brooke snuggled against him. She felt Mr. Pickles rise. Then fall. She admired his control.

She answered, "We're blessed to have the families we have."

"I agree."

Brooke mentioned, "Everyone loved the wedding."

"You did a great job at planning it."

She answered, "Did you like it?"

"Of course."

The bell hop stopped and waited for them. Curtis let go of Brooke and tipped him. The bell hop gave a bright smile and thanked him. Brooke would never criticize tipping a server. The exception would be terrible service. She observed Curtis tip the limo driver. She felt with how well he treated their families and friends he deserved a good tip. She suspected a few of their friends were likely difficult to handle. What made renting the limousine special for her, was how excited her nieces and nephews were to ride in one. She never wanted to know how much it cost to rent it.

After tipping the limousine driver they followed the bell hop into the hotel.

Curtis gently slapped Brooke on her backside.

She turned and pointed, "I'm not into that remember?"

"I thought you'd like good slap every once in a while."

She gave him a look.

He whispered, "You look so hot in those jeans."

She smiled, "I do?"

He stated, "I love your ass."

She glanced at Mr. Pickles and whispered, "Get control. I'll need him for later."

He pulled out his button shirt and covered his front.

She asked, "Is Mr. Pickles ready to go off?"

"It's been a long time."

She answered, "He just got off a couple days ago."

"A dry hump is different."

She believed this to be true.

They were about to embrace and kiss one another.

The Bell Hop interrupted by stating, "Registration is to the left of the lobby."

They looked at one another and smiled.

Curtis said, "You first."

She winked and in a teasing matter said, "No spanking."

He joked back, "But it's so tempting."

She grabbed his hand. They followed the Bell Hop into the four star hotel.

22

***Wedding Night Lingerie; Chemise***

Brooke was standing in front of the the hotel suite's full length bathroom mirror. Her long wavy dark hair was pinned up with a white flowery head piece. She was without makeup. She was wearing a pure white lace chemise with attached garter straps. It was decorated with flower mesh bodice and lace center panels. The triangle shaped cups supported her breasts. She adored the flower detailing and the bow attached to the center of the chemise. She felt the attached garter straps made everything easier. Underneath the chemise was a white pair of flower detailed full lace panties. She found it risque they could be seen through the chemise.

She accessorized with white satin opaque thigh high nylons with satin bows on the top. She attached them to the garter straps. On her feet were the same Victorian booties she wore during the wedding. She added white floral detailed fingerless gloves.

If she didn't trust her husband she would have never chosen such a sultry outfit. She felt feminine, elegant, and sexy. The reason she was standing in front of the mirror was a sudden feeling he would disapprove of her wearing something like this. She reminded herself, he had favored the purple and black version of this chemise. When she reviewed his internet history she never forgot he viewed this particular outfit multiple times. One of the reasons she purchased this outfit was the model wearing the purple and black version had a similar skin color.

She took a deep breath.

She stepped over to where she hung her long ivory kimono lace roe. She wrapped it tight around herself as if it was a security blanket and tied it tight. She again stepped in front of the mirror. She wrapped this robe so tight it reminded her of a mummy. She took a deep breath. She untied it and made it looser. She allowed the top to separate a little. The robe still covered her outfit but it wasn't so restrictive looking.

There was a knock on the door.

Nervous she answered, "Yes."

Curtis asked, "Are you okay?"

She wanted to lie but she answered, "I'm nervous."

He answered, "I'm looking forward to seeing the surprise you promised me."

She answered, "That's what I'm nervous about."

"You shouldn't be."

"What happens if you don't like the lingerie I'm wearing? You might find me ugly."

"I would never find you ugly. More important. Why wouldn't I like you wearing lingerie?"

She pictured his facial expression.

She answered, "I don't know."

He answered, "Ever sense you told me you'd wear lingerie on our wedding night I've been looking forward to seeing you in it."

Concerned, "Is that the only reason you want to see me?"

"Of course not. I want to make love to my wife. Plus."

"What?"

"You should know I love seeing you nude or in sexy outfits."

There was a lot of truth in this statement.

Curtis added, "I love it when you wonder around the house wearing those sexy outfits you like to tease me with."

She suddenly wondered why she was nervous.

He pleaded, "I want to make love to my wife."

She answered, "Give me a few moments."

"Okay."

She heard him step away from the door.

While Curtis was waiting. He checked the status of his bank accounts. As his brother promised all eight cash gifts were deposited into the proper accounts.

She stepped over to the suitcase she brought into the bathroom. Inside were a selection of different white lingerie outfits and different white lingerie accessories. She again considered changing. She then had an idea. With this idea she shut the suitcase. She walked to the door and opened it. She walked out into their suite.

She watched Curtis put down his phone and look up at her. He was wearing a black robe. When he stepped down from the bed he quickly removed it. She liked the fact he was wearing black and white polka dotted silk boxers. She took note he was semi-hard.

She was afraid to pull apart the robe. She was feeling vulnerable. It was her wedding night and she didn't want to disappoint Curtis. She started to feel foolish. Just a couple hours before she was ready to rock his world in the denim outfit. She recalled the many times Curtis became excited when she wore sexy outfits.

He walked up to her.

She prepared herself for some horrible comment.

He gently said, "You look beautiful."

"I do?"

He leaned down and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him. Like they did in the limousine they passionately kissed. She relished the fact he was taking his time. He stopped and undid the robe and pulled it apart.

She held her breath.

She glanced down. Mr. Pickles was at attention. There was a tent behind his silk boxers.

He leaned in and started to kiss her. She responded in kind. He stopped and led her to the bed. She wasn't about to resist this. He gently sat her on the edge of the bed. She was confused by this. He bent down and slowly untied her right shoe and slipped it off. She looked down and could tell this excited him a great deal. He then did so with her left shoe. She glanced down and Mr. Pickles jerked.

She was ready for him to pull of her panties and they would consummate their marriage. Instead, he gently touched her feet. She giggled.

She stated, "I have ticklish feet."

He winked at her. He moved his hands from her feet and gently rubbed her ankles. This wasn't the greatest thing in the world but it was fascinating. He moved his hands up her leg and was gently massaging them through the nylons.

He mentioned, "I love these nylons."

She asked, "What about my legs?"

He smiled and looked up at her, "The nylons are attached to wonderful looking legs. I've always liked your short legs."

She took this as a compliment.

He kept slowly moving his hands up. He stopped and paid attention to her knee. She wondered what he was doing. He moved his hands up to where the nylons ended. She found this strange because she never experienced anything like this before. She couldn't deny this was arousing. She expected him to reach up and remove her panties. She would give herself to him. What surprised her is he switched over to her left leg and did the same routine as before. This was more arousing the right leg.

She glanced down at his small cock. She was bewildered his small cock was semi-hard. She would have never guessed a man would be turned on just by touching her legs. When Curtis mentioned he was turned on by performing foreplay she had her doubts. His semi-hard cock proved to her Curtis was a giving partner.

When he reached the top of her nylons he gently unclipped the straps of both legs. He made sure they didn't snap back. He gently moved the bottom of her chemise above her panties. She again expected him to remove her panties. She was prepared mentally to consummate their marriage. Instead he started to kiss her inner thigh.

No one had ever done this before.

He gently kissed his way to her womanhood. Her heart pounded with anticipation. She was surprised when he moved over to her right leg. He kissed her inner thigh from the top of her nylons to her womanhood. She became moist. He pushed the chemise further up and gently started to kiss her womanhood through her panties.

She noticed her scent. This caused her to feel anxious. Her top fantasy was to receive an orgasm while receiving oral sex. The reason she considered herself a heterosexual female was the idea of going down on a woman was repulsive. One of the reasons she believed this was the scent. She put herself in Curtis shoes.

She put her hands down, moved his head away, and closed her legs.

She said in a panic, "You don't have too."

He answered, "It's all you've talked about."

"I'd understand why you wouldn't want too."

"But I want too?"

She said, "I smell."

He sat up on his knees and looked her in her eyes.

"I like your smell."

"How could you like it?"

"Your aroma tells me how excited you are."

She crinkled her forehead.

He gently separated her legs. He again pushed up her chemise. He lowered his head. He again kissed her inner thighs.

He reassured her by saying, "I want to do this."

She wanted to believe him. She just couldn't fathom why he would continue. If she was trying to go down on a woman she would have stopped.

While she was still wearing her panties he used his tongue to touch her clit. He then gently mouthed it. His lips touching her button through her panties was like an electric bolt hit her.

She reached down and started to yank off her panties.

He stopped her.

She gave him a desperate look.

He said, "Trust me."

She wanted too.

He slowly and seductively removed her panties. This was better. He again started to kiss her inner thigh. She looked down. She observed his graying hair and his white face slowly nearing her womanhood. This caused her to become moist again. She again smelled her aroma. This time she remained calm.

She let out a small scream when he suddenly pulled her to the edge of the bed.

She looked at him with a puzzled look.

He gently placed her walnut colored skinned right leg on his right shoulder He again started kissing her inner thigh and made his way to her folds. He gently slide his tongue up and down the sides of her dark lips.

She moaned.

He adjusted her hips and held onto her.

She never felt anything like it. Her man buried his face into her folds. He was using his tongue and lips in ways she never experienced before. Her breasts were hard. Her dark nipples were puffy. Her face was flush. Her chest was flush. She was sopping wet. Her scent was present. This was better than she imagined.

She felt his upper lip press against the one side of clit and his tongue on the other side of her clit. He pressed her clit with his tongue against his upper lip. He moved his tongue back and forth. She jerked and screamed. He held onto her. He slowly increased his speed.

She yelled. Laid back on the bed. She gripped the comforter of the bed. Her hips were slightly moving. He held onto her.

What added to the experience was feeling his nose just above her clit and his chin inside of her opening. She was starting to feel it build. She was nearing the point of no return. She was anticipating experiencing an orgasm while receiving oral sex.

He stopped.

She screamed, "Keep going!"

He said with a calm voice, "Have patience."

She rolled her eyes and made a noise.

He again started to kiss her inner thigh. He repeated what he did before. She was even more wiggly than before. He had to grip her to keep her in place. She neared the point of no return. He stopped.

She yelled, "Don't do that!"

Her heart was pounding. She was panting. Her face was flush. Her chest was flush. Her breasts were hard as rocks. Her areolas were puffy. Her small dark nipples were stiff. He noticed she was about to cry.

This time he skipped kissing her inner thigh. He went directly to her clit. He again placed his upper lip on one side of her clit and pressed his tongue on the opposite side. He slowly went back and forth with his tongue. He increased his speed.

She was being very verbal. He had to really hold her. She let out a very loud scream. She stopped wiggling. She became quiet. Her body went stiff. Even if she wanted to stop it, there was no way to stop it. She let out another loud scream. Her eyes rolled back into her head. She closed her legs upon his face. This orgasm was so powerful she almost blacked out. Wave after wave shook her body.

Curtis could barely breath. When the waves stopped she quickly released her legs. He lifted up. She wanted to apologize but she fell onto the bed in a heap. She went onto her side. Her body jerking as the waves ended. She never experienced an orgasm like this before. She laid there in the afterglow.

About a minute after the orgasm she felt Curtis lay next to her.

She whispered, "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be."

She didn't respond. All she could do was lay there. This was indeed the most powerful orgasm she ever experienced. It was worth the wait. She now understood why so many women in those online surveys would select foreplay was more important than size.

She felt him kiss her neck and his hands were gently touching the arm of her walnut colored skin.

She stood up and removed her chemise. She helped him out of his boxers. She wanted to engage in more foreplay but she was tired. The man she loved had just given her the best orgasm she ever experienced. At this moment she could have cared less if she had another one or not. She stepped over to one of her bags. She opened it and took out a bottle of lube. She wondered if her husband would protest her using lube like Tyrone did.

Curtis stated, "If you aren't ready we could wait until tomorrow."

She would have none of this talk. She opened the cap and poured some on her hands. She rubbed more over her opening. She set the lube on the nightstand. She mounted him. She barely felt him. This was somewhat expected but this was her way of giving back. She started to move her hips.

He yelled, "I'm not going to last long."

She answered, "It's okay. We'll work on your stamina tomorrow."

She looked into his lustful gaze.

It didn't take long and he was shooting his cum inside of her. She appreciated the fact he was honest with her. If he had not warned her she would have been disappointed.

When he was done she gently lifted herself off of him and fell upon the bed. She watched him grab a tissue and clean his cock off. He tossed out the tissue in a small waist paper basket next to the bed. He turned onto his side. She turned on her side and looked at him. She gently rubbed his chest and every so often played with his chest hair.

She smiled at him.

She stated, "I need to take a shower."

"We could take one together."

She answered, "I'm to tired to do it again."

"We don't have to have sex. Lets just take a shower."

He stood up from the bed and reached out his hand. She took it. But when she stood up she felt his cum sliding back out. She immediately grabbed a tissue and wiped some of it away.

She joked, "You really made a mess in there."

Being his sarcastic self answered, "I told you it had been a while."

They looked at one another and laughed.

He followed her into the bathroom. She suddenly had to pee. She was going to push him out of the bathroom. She thought about is fascination with pee. Without saying anything she sat on the toilet and peed. She paid attention to his reaction. Curtis was respectful and didn't watch. But his cock became stiff from the sound of the pee hitting the water. She wasn't ready to take this fetish any further but she made a mental note of his reaction. She appreciated the fact he was respectful.

He then went pee himself. She turned away and listened. She wasn't ready to think of this as a sexual activity.

After he was done, she led him into the walk in shower. While showering they talked about the day. She enjoyed talking about their wedding. Her favorite part was when Curtis apologized for cumming so quickly. She reminded him, he warned her he wouldn't last long. He mentioned how he always lasted longer the second time. He believed after having sex a few times he would regain his stamina. She wanted to believe him. She expressed how much she enjoyed receiving oral. After the shower they changed into sleep clothes and laid in bed.

She adored the way they fell asleep. He was laying up against her side and his arm was stretched over her. She grabbed his hand and held it to her stomach. They remained this way until the following morning.

23

***Morning Lingerie; Babydoll***

Brooke woke up and adored the fact his arm was over her. She gently lifted his arm off and slipped out of bed. She studied him as he slept. She loved him so. If he ever cheated on her she would be crushed. She had to believe he would never do so.

She smiled. She stepped into the bathroom. She walked over to the suitcase filled with lingerie and other sex aids. She selected the outfit she would be wearing this morning.

Brooke stepped out into the bedroom of the suite. She noticed Curtis wasn't there. The bedroom door was opened. She heard the beeping of the suites microwave. She stepped out into the living area of their suite. She walked passed the snack station. She glanced at the door to the suite. She passed the couch, chair, and TV. She heard Curtis put something back into the microwave and heard beeps. She turned and looked into the suites kitchenette. Curtis didn't see her. He was wearing a yellow T-Shirt and green joggers. She walked up to him. She went behind him and covered his eyes.

Teasing she said, "Guess who?"

She expected a sarcastic reply.

Instead he said, "My sexy wife."

This caught her off guard because it wasn't sarcastic.

She remained playful and answered, "You better never forget it."

He answered with, "I'll never forget the wonderful outfit you wore last night."

She removed her hands.

She wrapped her arms around his waist. She placed her face against his back. He felt her face and breasts against his body.

She heard, "I love you."

Immediately she answered, "I love you too."

The microwave beeped.

He mentioned, "I love the gloves."

The microwave beeped again.

She mentioned, "You better get that."

She let go and stepped away from him.

He pulled the breakfast sandwich out of the microwave.

She asked, "Where did you get the sandwich?"

He answered, "While you were getting ready I went into the lobby and bought one."

He quickly set the plate onto the counter next to the sink. She noticed he had grabbed a bottled water. The hotel left a dozen bottled waters in the refrigerator.

He turned around.

She could tell he liked what he was looking at.

She again wrapped herself in the long ivory kimono lace robe. She was wearing a light amount of makeup, her hair was pinned up, she added gold loop earrings, and a black choker with a gold heart pendant. She was wearing the same Victorian styled booties and the fingerless gloves she wore while walking down the aisle.

She seductively untied the robe. She teased him by slightly opening the right side of the robe. She stopped and fastened the tie. The left side of the robe covered the left half of her body. She pulled the right side of the robe passed her right breast. This showed off the white apron babydoll with flower detailing on the apron. The front of the babydoll was of a sheer material. Her right breast and right nipple could be seen behind this material. The right side of her belly button and the right half of the white panties were visible. The babydoll had attached garters. She purposefully put out her right leg showing him the white flowered lace nylons and the booties she wore the day before.

He forgot about his breakfast sandwich.

She smiled.

"I see Mr. Pickles is ready."

"You look amazing."

She stepped up to him. He gently grabbed her and led her into his space. They passionately kissed. Like the previous night he was taking it slow. She adored this. He untied the robe. She let it fall. While this happened they were dancing their tongues and making sounds. She reached down and untied his joggers. He tried to stop her by taking her hand.

She stopped kissing him, "No. It's your turn."

He answered, "Shouldn't you go first?"

They temporary stopped.

She looked at him serious, "Are you likely to go off like a rocket?"

"I might."

She answered, "You've told me. After you get off you last longer. Right?"

"This is true."

"So let me use my hand to take care of the rocket. After we can try a different position?"

He asked, "You have one in mind?"

She blushed, "We should try the nirvana or the butterfly."

He smiled.

"I like both. Lets try the nirvana first."

"Why?"

"It's the one my Ex liked the most. She often had orgasms while in this position."

Brooke pushed away her jealousies by reminding herself he wasn't comparing the two he was just stating what he experienced. Even so, it was difficult hearing his sexual experiences with someone else.

She agreed, "Okay."

In spite of these jealousies this conversation meant the world to Brooke. In many ways it was better than sex itself. She was with a partner willing to bring up sexual issues. They just addressed some issues: his premature ejaculation, his small cock, positions, and it was clear he wanted her to have a good time. This conversation felt so easy. In the past, any sexual conversation with a man seemed strained and stressful.

This was the very reason she mentioned, "You might not want to go down on me this morning. I showered and washed myself but there was still some of your seed there. Plus. I smell this morning."

He countered with, "That's what hands are for."

She knew for a fact he had good fingers. She stepped back and dropped the robe.

She stated, "Look at the tent."

In an odd voice he said, "You look so hot."

She felt this was cheesy but he was being honest.

She found herself asking, "Which outfit do you like better? This one or the one I wore yesterday?"

He wondered why this was suddenly important. But, he took it in stride and answered, "I like both."

This answer frustrated her, "No. I want you to be honest with me. Which one do you like better?"

"I like both differently. Yesterdays was perfect for a wedding night. Very elegant and very feminine. This one is sexier because it's sheer."

His sincerity turned her on. She stepped up to him. She reached down. She undid his joggers. She reached under his boxers and started to gently play with his small white cock.

"I like how stiff you get."

He braced himself against the counter.

"You get me that way."

She asked, "You mind helping me."

Curtis helped Brooke remove the joggers and his boxers. He quickly removed his shirt.

She reached down and grabbed his stiff cock. She rubbed it with up and down strokes. He sighed and braced himself against the counter. She changed her technique by repeating what he did when he jerked himself. She made a ring with her finger and thumb. She gently stroked it. She could tell by his facial expressions and his breathing he was enjoying her dark hand and the gloves.

She glanced down. He was as hard as he was ever going to get. Kendra was correct. The contrast between her dark hand, her white fingerless gloves, and his pale cock was fascinating. She looked up at Curtis. It was obvious he was enjoying her hand. This was the first time while touching another guys cock she was becoming aroused.

He was making noises. She watched close. Just before he was going to reach the point of no return. She reached up and gripped the head of his penis until it went limp.

He gasped and looked down at her.

She asked with a smile, "You like being teased?"

He answered, "Yes."

She was dumbfounded by his answer and his look.

He stated, "Do it again."

She repeated what she did before. She gently rubbed his cock until it was hard. Once it was hard she again made a ring with her thumb and finger. She slowly stroked it.

She never imagined how much fun and arousing it would be to play with a guys cock. Her past sexual experiences were centered around getting ready and then doing it. With this mindset she never really explored a cock. With Curtis she felt she had the permission to really play with it.

Like before, just before he was to reach the point of no return, she pinched the top of his head. Like before it went limp.

He led out a gasp and gripped the counter.

He bent down and kissed her. He reached his hand up to play with her hard breasts.

She stepped away.

She stated, "It's your turn."

He nodded his head.

She stepped up to him and grabbed his cock. This time when it became hard she did something she always wanted to do to a guys cock. She moved her hand up and gripped his head. She jerked his head.

He made a noise.

He gripped the counter.

She was amazed at how much this turned her on.

She was hit with an important realization. She told Curtis many times how uncomfortable she was to the idea of giving blow jobs. Curtis promised he would never ask for one. Her two other partners would have demanded one. This would be especially true if they gave her oral. She looked at him with love. He was so frazzled he missed her look.

He yelled, "Mr. Pickles is about to blast off!"

She smiled. She knew this was true by how stiff it was. She appreciated the fact he was being respectful by warning her. She adored the fact he had the confidence to acknowledge he was smaller. She again changed her grip and wrapped her hand around it and stroked it.

He bellowed. He became stiff. His cock became stiff. It then explored.

A chunk landed on her leg. She slightly moved. But continued to stroke it. She watched as stream after stream either landed on her hand or the floor. She found the contrast between his white cum and her dark hand a turn on. As soon as he was finished he let go.

She ripped off some paper towel from off the roll hanging on the wall. She handed this to him. She removed her gloves and put them into the garbage. She pulled off more paper towel. She cleaned off her leg and the floor.

When she was finished cleaning up and through out the paper towels he stated, "I'm sorry for cumming on your leg."

She looked at with concern, "It's okay."

"I didn't mean too."

"It's a part of sex. When a guy gets excited he cums."

"You wouldn't mind me cumming on you?"

"I don't mind. Just never on my face and warn me."

"Really?"

She moved up to the sink and started washing her hands.

She turned to him, "I don't mind. Warn me. Never on my face."

He smiled.

When she was done she said, "Would you wash your hands?"

He did so.

He mentioned, "I have to pee."

"Well go."

She followed him into the bedroom. He went into the bathroom next to the bedroom.

She did a better job of cleaning off the spot on her leg. She heard the toilet flush and watched as Curtis stepped out of the bathroom. She watched his small cock go from limp to semi hard. She liked the fact she could make him get this excited. She believed with all of her heart she would never be second fiddle to porn again.

She glanced over at the bottle of lube. She felt lucky to be with a man who didn't complain about lube. She was about to grab it and apply it so he could enter her. Instead he reached out his hand. She left the bottle sit there. She took his hand instead. He lifted her off the bed. He leaned in and kissed her. He moved from her lips down her neck. Kissed her chest. Slowly slide off the top portion of the babydoll and started to kiss her breasts.

She never experienced his technique before. He started kissing the outside of her right breast. He slowly went around the fleshy part of her breast. He was slow and deliberate. Once he reached her small dark nipple he gently mouthed it. He pressed his lips onto it and gently played with it. This was wonderful. He drove her crazy with pleasure when he suddenly stopped and kissed his way to her left breast. He repeated what he did to her right breast. This was a revelation to her. She never felt this aroused just by having her breasts touched. This included herself.

He lifted his head.

He told her, "I love you."

She melted.

She teared up and answered, "I love you too."

Her breasts were hard as rocks, her chest was flush, her aroma was present, and she was sopping wet. She was about to remove her outfit and let him mount her. She always wanted to achieve an orgasm but she was so appreciative of receiving an orgasm the night before she was still trying to give back. Her goal this morning was to make everything about him.

Instead; his right hand made it's way under her panties and he slid his fingers up and down her folds. When he noticed her panties were soaked he tarted to remove them. She helped him. She appreciated the fact he prepared her for penetration. He led her to the bed. She was surprised when he laid next to her. He again started to slide his fingers up and down her lips. Teasing her.

She was breathing heavy.

She asked, "Isn't it your turn?"

He answered, "I just had my turn."

She stared at him.

She loved his hand but she wanted him to make love to her. She didn't care if she had an orgasm or not. She just wanted to feel close to him.

She pleaded, "Make love to me."

He ignored her request. He was determined to make her cum. He focused. He removed her booties, he removed her garters and helped her out of the babydoll. The way he removed these items was arousing. She was well aware he left her nylons on. She was encouraged by the look of lust and love in his eyes. She was with a man who was completely turned on by her nudity and was in love with her.

She spread her legs and pleaded, "Make love to me."

Instead he grabbed the bottle of lube.

She asked, "Why the lube?"

With confidence and a hint of sarcasm stated, "I''m about to find your G-spot."

She answered, "I don't think I have one."

With confidence he stated, "You have one."

With some frustration in her voice pleaded, "Just make love to me."

He answered, "I am."

She was blown away by this concept. It never occurred to her foreplay could be lovemaking too. She only associated penetration with love making.

In shocked silence she watched him open the cap of the bottle. He pored the lube onto his hands. He gently applied a fair amount onto her womanhood. She again questioned why he would apply so much when she was already sopping wet. Then again, the way he applied it, only added to her arousal.

Part of the turn on was a man willing to use lube in the first place.

She felt his fingers enter her. This was an okay feeling. She then felt him digging in there. This was a turn off.

She snipped, "What are you doing?"

"I told you. I'm going to find your G-spot."

She rolled her eyes.

In complete frustrations she stated, "It's a myth."

Just as she said this he found the little rough patch.

Her eyes bulged out and she screamed in pleasure. She pulled away. He moved forward as she pulled away. He aggressively played with her G-Spot. No teasing. He just went for it. Brooke was very verbal. It was likely the people on either side of their hotel room heard her. Her womanhood clamped down on his hand. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she screamed even louder than before. This was the most intense orgasm of her life. She violently shook. She yanked his hand out of her. She collapsed on the bed. Turned to her side and shook. It took a good five minutes before the convulsions completely stopped.

She opened her eyes, turned her head, and looked over at Curtis.

Mr. Pickles was very stiff.

She recognized he was turned on by her orgasm. This was another confirmation her man, her husband, the man she loved; trully enjoyed foreplay.

She watched Curtis lay next to her. In the silence she felt his arm go over her. She took his hand and held onto it. She felt him place is elbow on the bed and rest his head onto his hand. She could feel him looking at her. She felt his small cock going limp. She felt bad about this. But she was spent.

He stated in a sarcastic tone, "I found your G-spot."

Annoyed at this sarcasm she blurted out, "I'm done for a while."

In a soothing voice he answered, "I'm hungry. We could go out for breakfast."

She turned onto her back. She looked up at the man she loved.

"But we didn't go all the way yet?"

"Do we have too?"

This was another revelation. Brooke expected, from the moment they engaged in penetration, ever session would end with penetration. For Curtis to suggest otherwise was shocking to her.

She asked, "Don't you want too?"

"Not if you aren't ready. Plus I need a break too."

Curtis suggested, "Lets have breakfast. Enjoy the mall. Maybe see a movie. Then eat dinner. Then we'll have the whole night."

She answered, "I guess."

Curtis asked, "What's the matter?"

She decided to be the aggressive one. This was the first time in her life she took the lead. She turned on her side. Pushed Curtis on his back. She reached down and grabbed his cock. This was very exploratory for her. She wasn't using one specific technique she was slightly rubbing it and just playing with it. She really liked playing with his head.

She took this as an opportunity to ask Curtis questions about his penis, cocks in general, and general sexual questions. She appreciated his honesty. This felt very intimate to Brooke. She felt so close to him. This was the reason she was wet. Getting aroused just by their conversations happened before. This time they were laying together nude.

When his small cock was as stiff as it would ever get. She just mounted her husband. She mounted him because of the lust and love she was feeling. She could barely stop herself. She didn't expect an orgasm while humping him. This wasn't the point. She craved the intimacy of penetration.

The blessing of choosing mounting him at this time was his stamina. He was lasting what she felt was forever. Twice Curtis asked if she wanted to stop. Twice she practically yelled at him. At some point she started to get dry. Her plan was to grab the lube bottle and pour it all over. Her goal was to have her husband cum inside of her. There wasn't a big reason for this goal. It just was.

Curtis reached up and started to play with her clit. This quickly caused her to get wet again. He was enjoying watching her walnut colored tits bounce, her facial expressions, and her verbal responses. She aided her increasing pleasure by gripping and playing with her breasts.

She was caught off guard when the point of no return rushed upon her. Curtis enjoyed watching her breasts bounce. A turn on for him was when her large areolas were hard. He observe her chest and face become flush. The best part of this session for Curtis was her taking the lead. She suddenly became quiet. She became stiff. She gripped his small cock with her womanhood. The waves hit her. For the first time in her life she experienced an orgasm during penetration before her partner.

She practically jumped off his cock. Her area was way to sensitive for her to continue humping him. She laid next to him. She jerked a few more times before the afterglow hit her. She looked at her husband. He had a smirk on his face.

He joked, "You enjoy yourself?"

She glanced at his small cock. It was stiff. It was obvious he didn't finish.

Without asking she reached down and grabbed his cock. She moved her hand up to his head She gripped it and jerked off his head. She lustfully stared at her husband. He warned her he was about to cum. She stroked harder. It went off. There wasn't a lot of sperm but it was obvious Curtis enjoyed himself.

She wiped off his cum on his stomach. She then collapsed on the bed.

They laid there for a while.

She stated, "That was the first time I ever came before the guy."

"I'm glad."

She propped herself up and stated, "Why didn't anyone else touch my button while having sex?"

He answered, "I don't know?"

In an odd voice she demanded, "Do that again."

He laughed.

She did as well.

When they were done laughing she leaned up and kissed him.

She stated matter of fact, "We need to take a shower."

They basically washed themselves without really touching one another. This was fine with both. Brooke finished by washing her long dark hair. She was so grateful she no longer had braids. She turned and faced the wall.

Curtis mentioned, "I love your ass."

He gently tapped it.

Playfully but honestly she answered, "I ain't ready for sex yet."

She felt him wrap his arms around her. He started to kiss her neck. She felt his small cock rise to the point of semi-hard. She liked the feeling but wasn't ready. She gently removed his arms off of her. Curtis backed off. She finished washing her hair and reached down and turned off the water. She stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and handed it to Curtis. He took it. She watched Curtis' small cock go from semi-hard to limp.

They dried themselves. She could tell he was admiring her backside. She noticed his small cock become semi-hard.

She wrapped the towel around herself and stated, "I like to use butt plugs and anal beads when I masturbate."

Mr. Pickles became fully erect.

She rolled her eyes.

"You do?"

He stood there surprised by this.

Again playfully but honest asked, "You wouldn't mind if I inserted a butt plug up my ass before we did it?"

He answered, "I'd love to watch you insert it."

Serious she asked, "You really don't mind me using a toy?"

"As long as you don't want to peg me I have nothing against toys."

She made a face, "I have no interest in that."

He stated again, "I'd really like to watch you insert the butt plug."

She giggled.

"What so funny?"

She stepped up to him and gently kissed him. She wrapped her arms around him.

She gently said, "When I'm ready I'll let you."

Being eager, "When will that be?"

She winked.

"You'll know."

He leaned in and kissed her.

He pulled away and opened the bathroom door.

These conversations were everything to her.

While getting dressed they continued there conversation about sex toys. It changed into a conversation about what they were planning on doing (this concerned the things outside of the bedroom). She suggested he wear a different shirt. He changed out of his Hawaiian shirt and into a polo shirt.

After they left the hotel. They went across the street and picked up the light rail. They ate both breakfast and lunch at the mall. They ended up shopping for another two hours before going back to the hotel. She wasn't ready to make love yet. They went swimming and enjoyed exercising together in the hotels gym. After they took separate showers.

They ate dinner at the hotels restaurant. Like always they shared their meals. During this meal Brooke observed an older interracial couple eating dinner. He was white and she was black. She could tell they had been together for a long time. The woman noticed Brooke glancing over at her. This woman nodded her head and winked. Immediately this woman reached over and took her husbands hand. Brooke smiled.

Brooke turned to her husband.

She noticed he was done eating his cheesecake.

She leaned in and stated, "I'm ready."

He looked up at her.

She winked.

He quickly waved the waitress over. It didn't take them long to be in their suite.

24

***Evening Lingerie; Separates***

She wrapped herself in the long ivory colored kimono lace robe. She stepped out of the bathroom.

She smiled when he stood up. He was wearing the red and black silk boxers she picked out for him while shopping. What turned her on was the fact he would wear something she liked. An added bonus was his small white cock was semi-hard. It gave her confidence knowing she was the cause of his erections.

Curtis asked, "What's underneath the robe this time?"

She winked.

She slowly untied it and let it drop.

She was wearing a white flowered lace shelf bra. This bra covered only half of her large areolas. Her short dark nipples poked out just above the bra. She matched this with a white flowered lace crotchless boyshort panty. These panties were under white high waisted six strap lace garter belt. The garters were attached to white sheer nylons with three strips on top. On her feet were white flowered detailed vintage Victorian Boots. They had two inch heals, flower detailing on the side, and a bow on the outside of each boot.

He walked up to her.

He embraced her and they started to kiss. She wasn't expecting this. She believed this outfit would encourage Curtis to be more aggressive. She dropped all ideas of being aggressive when they started kissing. She melted because of the love and passion they were sharing. Their love increased as they gently danced their tongues together. She felt his fingers touch her exposed nipple. Her breasts became hard and perky. He kept on kissing her.

She was putty.

He gently removed the bra. It fell. They continued to kiss one another. He pushed her on top of the bed. They continued to kiss one another. They'd go from dancing with their tongues to gently kissing one another. She felt his fingers gently playing with her nipples. She reached down and touched his cock through his boxers. It didn't take Mr. Pickles long to become stiff. He removed his hand from her breasts and slid it down to her womanhood. She spread her legs. He gently slid his fingers up and down her lips. They were wet. He reached up and gently touched her clit. She jerked. He again slid his hands up and down her lips. She pulled his hands away and abruptly stood up.

She stated gently, "Lets get those boxers off."

He helped her remove his boxers.

Mr. Pickles was stiff.

She mounted him. She barely felt his cock. She took a steady pace. She knew if she went faster his cock would likely fall out. She didn't want this. She was aware it was unlikely she would have an orgasm. She didn't mind because she had two very powerful ones earlier. At this moment it was about the intimacy and blessing her husband.

She leaned down and started to kiss him.

To her surprise he started to play with her nipples. She moved forward and changed her angle to stop him from touching her. She kept her pace and rode him. His stamina was a revelation. This was the longest she ever engaged in penetration. What amazed her was she remained wet. The reasons she believed she was still wet was the love they were sharing, the lack of guilt, and it didn't hurt. Her experience was, during extended penetration, it would hurt.

He guided her onto her back. She was about to spread her legs. Instead he gave instructions.

"Put your legs together."

She did.

"Grab the headboard."

She did.

She read about this position. It was called the Nirvana. She was interested in trying this but never really believed Curtis would try it.

He entered her and then placed his legs outside of hers.

This felt intimate to her. It took them a while to find a rhythm. She liked how this position stimulated her clit. She felt Mr. Pickles inside of her getting stiffer.

She heard, "I'm going to cum!"

She could tell this was awesome for him. This was somewhat frustrating because she was just starting to feel the build up to the point of no return.

She answered, "Let it go."

He looked at her.

She smiled.

"You aren't going to cum?"

She blushed. Then shook her head. She wanted to have an orgasm but she was resolved to the idea it would be rare for her to have one during penetration with Curtis. She thought about faking it. Before she could, he made a noise, and she felt his small cock start to squirt. She grabbed hold of him and held him tight until he finished. She let go when he quickly pulled himself out and fell on his back next to her.

She wanted more. She didn't expect more. She turned to look at him.

He turned to look at her.

He went onto his side. He reached down and started to play with her clit.

She said, "You don't have too."

He asked, "Are you able to cum?"

She was honest, "I don't know."

He gave her a look.

She made a face, "You're done?"

"But you aren't done."

She answered, "I'm used to guys just stopping after they cum."

"I'm not other guys."

She gave him a look.

He simply answered, "If you can't let me know. But lets try."

She felt his fingers using circular motions on her clit. She reached down and grabbed his hand.

She said, "I don't want to be teased. I'll cum quicker if you use up and down motions. Like this."

She guided his hands.

She made a noise. This was a turn on. The main reason it was a turn on was the fact he cared about her. He then listened to her. It was jaw-dropping when she felt the point of no return.

She yelled, "Faster."

He listened.

In shock she yelled, "I'm going to cum?"

She was grateful he didn't tease her this time. It would have ruined it. The waves hit, she jerked, and she laid there in the afterglow. This was far from the greatest orgasm in the world, but it was one. She appreciated any orgasm induced by another person. They all meant more to her because her loving husband was the one who brought her one. When it was over she turned on her side to face him.

She couldn't help herself, "I love you."

"Me too."

She added, "I'm a mess."

He answered, "We smell like sex."

She retorted, "We smell like we've made love."

He reached up and gently touched her face.

She let him.

She took his hand and said, "I'm done."

He stated, "Me too."

She: let go of his hand, turned, grabbed tissues, and handed them off to both. They both wiped themselves. She tossed out the tissues.

She turned to look at him.

He was on his side with his elbow on the bed and his head on his hand.

He asked, "Did you like the position?"

Her heart leaped.

She answered honestly, "I liked it. I believe I could have reached an orgasm if you lasted longer. Not that you didn't last long. I loved the stamina this time."

Curtis suggested, "The next time we want to try that position lets start with it."

She answered, "I'll need to be wet."

"Okay."

She reached out and touched him, "What I like best about that position is how it pleases my clit."

"I like it because it's tighter for me."

This comment was a jolt. It never occurred to her that having a small cock would be difficult for the guy too.

She stated, "It's difficult for me to have an orgasm during penetration."

"Is it because of my small cock?"

She answered truthfully, "Partly."

This created a sad facial expression.

She answered this expression, "Even when I've been with large ones I've had trouble having an orgasm when a guy is inside of me. This morning was the first time I ever came before the guy did."

"When you were on top?"

"Yes. What put me over the edge was when you reached up and touched me clit. I don't know why no else thought of that."

He stated matter of fact, "There are a variety of positions where I'd be able to play with your button while I'm inside of you."

"Really?"

He suggested, "Maybe we should buy a book with a variety of positions in it."

She replied, "I have a book like that. Tyrone never wanted to read it with me."

"Oh."

She added, "You sent me an email with four or five positions that you thought would be good for us."

He answered, "Maybe we need to look for more?"

Her heart leaped. Having a conversation like this with the man she loved only increased the love she felt. She quickly turned and grabbed her phone. She did a simple Google search.

They spent the next hour looking at articles, looking at drawings, and discussing the different positions. This meant more to her than the sex they engaged in.

While reading an article out loud he fell asleep. She turned and kissed him on the forehead. She turned off the light.

She typed into the internet, "Anal sex positions for beginners."

The reason she was willing to try anal sex was his willingness to use lube, the way they communicated, and how safe she felt. She believed if it was a miserable experience he would stop.

She decided on a position.

After this she researched the area in Greece they were headed to. This gave her an idea. She ordered a costume online. She paid extra to have it delivered to her sister the early the next day.

She texted her sister. They went over their plans for the following day. Her sister promised to exchange the suitcases they had on them with the suitcases they were bringing to Greece. The only person Brooke trusted with a list of additions to these suitcases was her sister. Brooke made sure she would wait for the early shipment. Brooke's sister promised to wait for her order and promise to add the items on the list.

Brooke promised they would open their gifts in front of family and friends when they returned from their honeymoon.

After this conversation Brooke removed her boots. She went onto her side and cuddled up to Curtis. She felt his arm go over her waist. She reached down and held it. This is how they slept.

25

***Her Sisters Response***

Brooke was grateful her sister brought over the prepared suitcases.

Her sister went over to what was now their house after receiving Brooke's shipment. She went into Brooke's room. She collected the things on Brooke's list. It took some effort to find some of these items. Many were still in the packaging. She tried to hide all of these items in Brooke's suitcase under her clothes. This included Brooke's order.

The original plan was for the three of them to eat a brunch together. Brooke was grateful her sister changed her mind and only stayed long enough to exchange the suitcases and have a brief conversation.

Part of the reason Brooke's sister felt the need to leave quickly was accidentally seeing what Brooke ordered. The package wasn't sealed properly and what Brooke ordered fell out of the shipment. The main reason was that list.

Her sister texted her as soon as she left the hotel, "I see things are going well."

Brooke texted back, "It's wonderful. I never knew it could be like this."

Her sister texted back a thumbs up, a smile, and a surprised face emoji.

26

***Third Morning Lingerie; Waist Cincher***

Curtis and Brooke enjoyed breakfast together in the hotel. They chose a table near the hotel's water fountain. This fountain had five squared stacked layers. It started beneath the second level of the hotel and reached the floor of the lobby. Each block covered a corner of the one below it. From top to bottom it was in an L pattern. The water moved from one block to another. Next to the bottom of these two blocks were plants in similar boxes.

Curtis moved one of the chairs around the small table so they could sit next to one another. The waitress smiled. Their plates barely fit on the table. Curtis nor Brooke minded. Like always they shared their meal together. He ordered a cheese omelet with mushrooms and toast. She ordered a Belgium Waffle with Strawberries and hash browns.

While they ate they talked about their futures together. This was a mix of whimsical and practical. Brooke never felt so close to someone in all her life. This conversation was all about building a life together. She believed with all of her heart they were capable of struggling through both the good and bad. She was well aware they would end up struggling with something. Life was just this way. She felt confident they'd be able to communicate the issues and then get through them.

She reached over and placed her dark hand on his inner thigh. He looked at her. She looked back at him. They waved the waitress over. They paid for the meal and headed back to their suite.

She forced him to wait in the bedroom and stepped into the bathroom. She was slightly nervous. What helped her was repeating a routine she did three times before. She removed the clothes she was wearing and wore the last of her four white lingerie outfits. She slipped onto her walnut colored legs the white sheer nylons with three strips on top. She clipped on a white flowered waist cincher. The top of this cincher was under her exposed breasts and above her exposed womanhood. The other accessory she added was the white flowered detailed vintage Victorian Boots she wore the night before.

Like she did the three previous times she wrapped herself in the long ivory kimono lace roe. She then stepped out of the bathroom.

The TV was on and Curtis was asleep on the bed. He was propped up against the headboard and his head was tilted to the side. His robe was draped open and he was wearing red and blue checked silk boxer shorts.

This was frustrating. She expected him to be ready for another session. She made this into a positive by telling herself she wore him out. She was to horny to let allow him to sleep. She wanted to take their love making up a notch. She was ready to explore the more kinky side of sex. The lube was still sitting there. She went over and grabbed it. She brought it over to his side of the bed.

Because he was asleep she decided to tease him a little. She leaned down and blew in his ear. He made a noise and swatted at his ear.

She giggled.

This didn't wake him up.

She smiled.

She blew in his ear again.

She giggled when he again swatted at his ear. This time he made odd mumbling noises. At first she thought he was pretending to sleep. She studied him for a bit and new he wasn't.

She bent down and whispered, "I'm super horny and ready to try anal sex."

She was aware many people didn't consider anal sex to be kinky. In her sexual road map it was.

He answered in an odd way, "She doesn't like anal sex."

She looked at him.

She again studied him for a second. He was still asleep.

She couldn't help herself.

"Who doesn't like anal sex?"

Still sleeping he answered, "Shakira."

Her impulse was to shake him violently.

She calmed herself down and decided to go with a different approach.

She leaned down and whispered, "Your current wife Brooke would love for you to stick Mr. Pickles in her ass."

Still asleep he mumbled, "Brooke likes anal sex."

She rolled her eyes.

She again leaned down and whispered, "I want you to wake up and make love to your wife."

He mumbled, "Brooke I love it when you do that."

He made some other odd noises but was still asleep.

She stood back and studied him. She noticed his small white cock pop up out of the slit in his boxers. She recognized he was making love to her in his sleep.

This made her giggle.

She leaned up to him and whispered, "Would you like it if I gave you a blow job?"

He answered, "You don't like them."

She studied him. He was still asleep.

She whispered in his ear, "You've been so good to me I'm going to give you one. I bet you'd like that? Wouldn't you?"

He answered, "But you don't like blow jobs."

He was still asleep.

She smiled. She reached down. She opened the slit in his shorts as wide as possible. Mr. Pickles was stiff.

She said out loud, "I'm going to give you a blow job now."

He mumbled.

His cock jerked.

He was still asleep.

She focused.

She took a deep breath. If Curtis wasn't who he was there was no way she would have proceeded.

She wrapped her hand around the bottom of his small cock. Her palm felt the top of his balls and the silk of his boxers. She made sure the boxers were out of the way. She opened her mouth and started to gently suck on his head.

She stared at him making sure Mr. Pickles wouldn't explode without notice. He was still asleep.

This was better than a real big one. She tasted his precum. It was salty but wasn't horrible. She used her tongue on the backside of his head. She watched closely.

He started to mumble incoherent things.

It was obvious he was starting to wake up. This was the moment. She did something she disliked a great deal. She placed her tongue on the back of his small stiff cock and wrapped her dark lips around his white small cock. She sucked on it.

He suddenly woke up. She adored his shocked look. She kept right on going. She barely moved up and down. She was sucking on it and using her tongue. She was able to use this technique because he was smaller. Like other women and a couple gay men posted on online threads. Sucking on a small cock was much easier. She would have never took a big cock into her mouth this way. With a big cock she used her hand just as much as her mouth. With Curtis having a small cock it was easy for her to take it all in.

For the first time in her life giving a blow job became arousing. The reason. The look of Curtis' complete pleasure. Most important, she chose to do this, she was pressured to perform it.

It was obvious he was close. She was about to stop sucking it and jerk him off.

He said two things, "Thank-you. I love this."

This should he appreciated what she was doing to him.

He managed to say in between is panting, "You should stop. I'm about to cum."

This statement is the reason she really sucked on it. She used her tongue to heighten the experience.

His body stiffened. His cock became really stiff. He yelled in response. She felt it squirt in her mouth. His cum filled her mouth. It tasted awful. It was salty and slimy. There was no way she would swallow it. When he was done she quickly ran into the bathroom. Where she spit the load into the toilet. She flushed the toilet. She immediately dug into her toiletries and grabbed her toothpaste and toothbrush and started to brush her teeth. This ruined the mood for her.

While brushing her teeth she spotted her husband step behind her.

He wrapped his arms around her, "Thank-you."

She was honest, "I'm not sure I'll ever do it again."

He answered, "I'll never forget the one time."

She stopped brushing her teeth and stared at him in the mirror.

He answered her look, "Next time I wouldn't have to cum in your mouth."

She spit a wad of toothpaste into the sink.

She answered, "It tastes terrible."

He cuddled with her while she brushed her teeth.

"Maybe we should buy flavored oral gel."

She made a face.

He answered her look, "Just a suggestion. If you never gave me another one I would understand. I'd like more. It was the best one I ever had."

Still with toothpaste in her mouth she said, "It was?"

"Oh yeah."

She set the toothbrush on the sink. Grabbed a cup filled it with water. She washed her mouth out and spit out the toothpaste.

Still looking at him in the mirror, "It was?"

He wrapped his arms around her, "It was. What you did with your tongue was hot."

She stared at him.

He stated, "What outfit do you have under the robe this time?"

She didn't answer.

She watched him in the mirror remove the robe. She felt his small cock go from limp to semi hard.

She asked, "Is Mr. Pickles always ready?"

He whispered in her ear, "You do this to me."

This bounced around in her head.

He leaned down and kiss her neck. She melted. She watched him reach around and start to play with her breasts.

She moaned and leaned into him.

She watched him play with her breasts. He did what he did before. He started from the outside of her breasts and moved toward her nipple. A turn on was watching his white hands on her walnut colored skin. She enjoyed seeing her breasts harden, her areolas get puffy, and her small nipples get hard. She felt his right hand move off her breast and down to her womanhood. They stood in front of the mirror. She watched as his hand reached her clit. He moved his hand up and down on her clip. She reached down and grabbed his hand.

She pleaded, "Go slow. Do it like this."

She watched in the mirror as he made a circular motion on her button. She could see the desire in his eyes. It was a turn on seeing Curtis stare at her in the mirror. An added bonus was watching his pale hands playing with her dark colored womanhood. She reached back and grabbed the back of his neck. This was a show for both of them. It didn't take him long to cause her to be sopping wet. She made a face. She let go of him. She needed to grip the counter.

She yelled, "Faster."

He did so.

She felt Curtis' cock get really stiff. It amazed her how turned on he became whenever he was being a giving partner. She was forever grateful she married a man who was a giving partner. She felt his small cock rise up against her butt cheeks. She was nearing the point of no return. She believed she only had one more orgasm in her. If she allowed Curtis to send her over the edge there was no way she would want to do anything for at least a couple of hours. In the back of her mind was the knowledge they needed to get ready, check out of the hotel, and be on their flight to Greece.

With this thought she reached down and grabbed his hand.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

She was so aroused she was incapable of speaking. She grabbed his hand and led him out of the bathroom. She stepped over to the lube. She poured a bunch of it on her hands.

He asked, "Are you okay?"

She was speechless.

The feelings of lust and love were all jumbled inside of her. She never wanted to do something so kinky in all her life.

She walked up to Curtis. She rubbed the lube all over his small cock. This made it stiff.

She grabbed a pillow. Grabbed the lube. She took the lube with her. She pored more on her hands. She handed the lube to Curtis.

He asked, "What are you doing?"

She manged to say, "Adding kink to our sexual road map."

He gave her a look. She never voiced this idea to her before.

She took a deep breath. Dropped the pillow. While looking at him she reached around and applied the lube on her anus. His eyes became wide. His look of desire turned her on.

She stated, "I've never done this before."

He answered, "I'll be gentle."

She grabbed the pillow. Used it to brace herself. She laid on her side along the edge of the king sized pillow.

He admired her dark silhouette on the edge of the bed. He applied more lube. He wanted this to be a positive experience for her.

She gave him permission to enter by saying, "I'd like to feel Mr. Pickles in my ass."

She was glad she was facing the headboard. She was unsure on how this would feel. She liked the feeling of anal plugs and anal beads. She believed this would feel different. She felt his hands on her first. She heard the lube bottle being opened. Then it closed. She heard him set the bottle on the floor. She felt his fingers play with her opening. She was grateful this felt good. He was being gentle. She was becoming moist again. This was a good sign.

He said, "I'm going to go slow. Stay relaxed."

She nodded her head.

She felt his head rubbing against her butt cheeks. This was honestly arousing. With how nervous she was feeling this was a welcomed emotion.

He stated, "I'm going to rub my head around your opening. I'm not entering. Are you Okay?"

She nodded her head.

She liked this feeling. She moved her hand down and started to gently play with herself. When she used a butt plug or anal beads this is what she would do. She inserted the toy then play with herself.

He then asked, "Are you ready?"

She answered honestly, "Yeah."

She felt his small cock enter her anus. At the beginning it was a bit tense. She relaxed her butt cheeks just like she did with her butt plug. Because Curtis was smaller he was able to enter her. Once in her anus gripped his cock. Without preparing for this moment he would have never been able to enter her anus. The reason, she would have been way to nervous, and he would have never been able to push it in.

She heard Curtis moan.

Before he started to thrust he said, "I'm going to start slow. I won't go faster unless you tell me."

"Okay."

He did as he said.

For the first time with Curtis she experienced a full feeling. This in of itself made anal sex with Curtis worth it. She didn't need this feeling all the time but it was delightful to experience it with something. What added to the experience was his patience. He did as he said. The only time he increased his speed was when she told him. Her requests to go faster, was in direct correlation to how fast she was masturbating. Having his penis in her ass and her pacing herself with her hand was a very arousing experience.

They both started to become very verbal. They were both nearing the point of no return.

The exciting thing for Brooke was being able to set her pace at the same pace as Curtis. She hoped they could orgasm at the same time. She never experienced this and wanted to with Curtis. Because her orgasm was dependent on her own fingers. She could control the timing of her orgasm.

Her body started to stiffen. She felt herself becoming flush. Her breasts were already hard as rocks. Curtis' small cock was stiff in her ass.

She yelled first, "I'm going to cum!"

He made a noise.

She yelled, "Cum with me!"

He asked in desperation, "Could I cum on your ass?"

With the same desperation she answered, "If it's at the same time."

"I'm holding it."

She was verbal. She sped up and used an agressive up and down motion on her clit.

She yelled, "Hold it."

He answered, "I can't for much longer."

She focused on the full feeling and the love she felt toward her husband. She felt the point of no return.

She yelled, "I'm cumming."

She started to jerk and shake.

She felt his cock pull out of her ass. She then felt his load land on her backside.

As he finished she finished.

He fell to his knees.

She twitched and twitched.

She believed, the only person she would enjoy anal sex with was Curtis. She now understood why those women who liked anal sex preferred a guy who had a small cock. There was no way she would ever allow a big cock to enter her ass. She felt this way because of the full feeling she received with Curtis' small cock. This was the first time she could honestly say she experienced a full feeling with Curtis.

She was ecstatic they came at the same time. She believed this was capable because of their communication.

27

***Customs***

She made him clean up his mess on her backside. After they took a non-sexual shower together. They changed into comfortable clean clothes. They packed everything up. She somewhat made them make the suite look presentable. He took some of the snacks from the snack bar. Something she disliked. He pointed out they set the food out there for them. She reluctantly went with this premise. They checked out of the hotel. They ate lunch at the hotel.

They enjoyed lunch and their conversations. It was Curtis who suggested they leave on an earlier shuttle to the airport. She agreed. They made it to the airport with a lot of time to spare.

Brooke was grateful they left early. The shipment her sister placed in her suitcase caused security to go through this suitcase. She blushed when the security guard opened it and looked into the bag. She was revealed when he didn't pull the item out of the bag. She was equally nervous when he insisted on opening another of her suitcases.

She was grateful he didn't dump her things on the table. Otherwise a couple sex toys and sex aids would have thudded upon it.

At this time the woman security guard asked, "You mentioned you are on your honeymoon?"

She blushed.

Curtis who was standing next to her answered, "Yes. We're headed to Greece."

The security guard looked at both.

Curtis having no idea what was in these suitcases asked, "Is there a problem?"

The security guard looked over at Brooke.

Brooke shook her head and made a face.

The security guard smiled, shut both suitcases, and said with a smile, "Sir. There isn't. I hope you enjoy your vacation."

Brooke worried this would happen a the layover and when they entered Greece.

They found their section and cuddled waiting to board the plane. Brooke asked to eat some of the snacks Curtis grabbed from the hotel room. They boarded the plane. On the plane they fell asleep with Brooke's head on his shoulder. The stewardess had to wake them before reaching Amsterdam.

In Amsterdam the agents at the airport separated Brooke and Curtis. In a room that reminded Brooke of a police integration room. In this room they asked her about the items in her suitcases and who she was traveling with. With patience she explained Curtis was her husband and they were on their honeymoon. Amsterdam accepted a copy of their marriage license. Brooke was grateful her pastor had one ready for them. This woman in her broken English smiled and wished Brooke a happy honeymoon.

Brooke was frustrated but happy she was able to keep all of her things.

They had a long layover at this airport.

They were happy to reach Greece. Again Brooke's suitcases caught the attention of a Grecian woman customs agent. This woman was concerned Brooke was being trafficked. Curtis and Brooke were again separated. In another integration room they laid out all of her things on a table.

She was a combination embarrassed and angry. She managed both emotions. The least thing she wanted was to be arrested in Greece.

When Brooke recognized they were concerned for her safety Brooke's attitude change. Brooke tried to prove she was married to Curtis by showing them her wedding ring and their marriage license. The problem was the her ID and Passport were still in her maiden name. She tried to explain she was unable to change any of this until she returned to the states.

Curtis solved this problem by calling the US embassy. Because of his connections and being a famous author, the US embassy acted quickly and called the Grecian customs. Unfortunately for both Curtis and Brooke this was still a long process. Brooke ended up sitting in this office for hours. Customs ended up apologizing. Because she felt this was just a misunderstanding she accepted their apology.

What irritated Brooke, was the only items she was able to keep were: her clothes, her toiletries, and the shipment to her sister's house. Grecian customs confiscated her toys and sex aides.

When they reached the resort they collapsed on the bed and slept. Curtis slept for seven hours and Brooke slept for nine. The stress of sitting in that interrogation room was stressful.

28

***Another Level***

The two of them took a walk and enjoyed a meal. The whole time Brooke explained what happened to her. He listened and asked questions. She confessed and apologized for trying to bring in sex aids and sex toys into the country. This led to a detailed conversation about sex toys.

Curtis suggested they go and find a place that sold sex toys.

She was in no mood to go shopping but she was in the mood for playful love making.

They went back to the hotel.

In the resorts bathroom she dressed in a teal colored Greek Goddess Toga costume. She liked the long flowing ombre dress. She especially liked the gold-tone leaf headband and the sheer draped arm capes. She felt this created an "elegant mythological appearance". Just as the website describe. An added bonus was the gold cross-wrap waist tie. She liked how this outfit highlight her breasts. The only thing that didn't match was her sandals, but they were sandals.

She was ready to try some costume roleplay.

She stepped out of the bathroom and stated, "I'm the Greek Goddess Brooke."

Curtis was speechless.

The End