Chapter 2
Leaning on his elbow, Randy looked down at the sleeping Naomi. There was a serene smile on her face and her breathing was soft and shallow. His eyes roamed over her spent body and once again he felt the flicker of desire licking at his being. Gently he reached for her and gently he stroked her breasts; she moaned quietly in her sleep. Then his fingers patted softly at her hair and she purred genuine contentment.
"Beautiful! Never saw a body like hers! And a face to go with it. And she gave it all to me ... with no holding back! That's never happened to me before. Never!"
Randy continued to study her, and as he did, his mind recreated his relations with other women. Cold women. Demanding women. Selfish women. For the first time, he had tasted the fruits of complete sharing, and it had left him amazed and enthralled. And captivated.
Never had a woman like her before! And she did it because she wanted to. I don't promise her a thing ... she was the way she was because of her own desires! And maybe because of me! But I don't care why she did it! All I know is that she was wonderful!
Quietly, so as not to disturb Naomi, he eased himself out of the bed. In the bathroom, he showered quickly, and then dressed. And all the while, his thoughts were of the sleeping girl in his bed.
"Maybe all colored girls are like her ... I don't know ... I only know what she was like! And that I need a woman like her ... I need Naomi!
Surprised because of the confession, he studied his reflection in the mirror, whispering "I want her ... not just for one night ... but for more than that! I need her!"
And he did need her. For Randy Harcourt had never had a good relationship with a woman. There were times when he thought he did, only to discover later that he was being used or that his attraction was because of his wealth. But no girl had ever desired him because of himself. And he hungered for it. That was the reason that he had gone to the south side bar that night. Loneliness, coupled with disappointment because of a broken romance, had made him seek the company of strangers to help him forget. Naomi had seen the empty expression of his face as he sat at the bar. And partly out of compassion and partly out of her own loneliness, she had joined him. Obviously enjoying each other's company, they had ignored the belligerent stares of the other customers of seeing the white man and the black girl together. And while they had talked and laughed, Randy had become more and more aware of her beauty. And of her sensu-ousness, of the aroma of sex which seemed to exude from her body. And as the hours passed, the tongue of desire had licked at him and he became conscious of his yearning for her. Courage, brought on by alcohol, had enabled him to make the invitation.
"How about going to my apartment?" he had said with false bravado. Naomi had looked at him before answering, cocking her head to one side as if studying him. And she had seen a lonely man. A nice man. A man completely different from any she had ever known. Obviously well-off. Well-mannered, considerate and gracious of her. She too, had felt the physical attraction. And though she felt that he had wanted her because of his belief of the sexual prowess of colored girls, she didn't care. She was as tired of her life as Randy was of his. Of the drabness and the sameness and the hopelessness. And so she had agreed to his proposition.
"Okay," she had answered. "I'll go with you to your apartment ... and you won't be disappointed!"
And he wasn't....
As he stood there combing his hair and looking into the mirror, he no longer wanted a one-night stand with Naomi. He no longer looked on her as a fast roll in the hay. He now looked on her as a girl who was appealing and attractive. A girl whose sexual appetite matched his. A girl that he could ... that he could ... but he couldn't bring himself to say the word love....
But I want her, he told himself. I want her here!
With me! Not just for one night ... but for more than that! I want to spoil her and make her laugh and do all the other things that men do for women!
But he knew it wasn't that simple. He realized the difference between them and the obstacles that it created. And so his mind searched for a solution. An answer. And finally he found one.
He went back into the bedroom and sat down in a chair opposite her. While she continued to sleep he studied her. And the more he watched, the more convinced he was of the solution.
"If she'll only say yes," he whispered to himself. "I've got to make her say yes!"
And it was then that Naomi woke up. Her dark eyes fluttered open and she smiled a lazy smile at the sight of Randy in the chair opposite her. Then she sat up and stretched her arms over her head and the movement accentuated the lift of her breasts and the sensuousness of her body. And Randy licked his lips in nervous anticipation.
"Naomi," he began nervously, "there's something-something I want to ask you."
She didn't know why, but she was afraid of what he was going to ask. Afraid that he wanted her to go. Afraid that he had realized that he made a social mistake. And so her body tensed and she shivered in anticipation of his words.
"What is it ... Randy?" she asked huskily. "What do you want to ask me?"
He got out of the chair and came over to the bed. Nervously, he took her hand in his and began to stroke it gently. It was then that Naomi realized she was naked, and something made her pull the sheet up over her body. Somehow it didn't seem right that she should flaunt herself at him any longer.
"Go ahead," she urged. "Say it ... tell me whatever you want to tell me."
"Naomi...." he began nervously ... "I want you to ... to ... stay here!"
The meaning of his words pricked into her consciousness and she licked her lips. "You mean ... you mean ... live here? Live with you?"
His answer was a quick, nervous nod of his head.
And then the meaning became clear to her. "You mean be your ... your mistress ... don't you?" she said in a loud voice.
The word sounded dirty, the way she used it, and he quickly shook his head. "Don't say it like that!" he ordered. "It's not like that at all!"
"How is it then?" she laughed. "How is it?"
His lips clenched in a tight line before he answered. "I need you, Naomi!" he said hurriedly. "You're so ... you're so ... warm. I never had a woman like you before!"
I'll bet you haven't, mister! Because I never gave myself to a man like that before! And I never felt that way before. I don't know what it is you've got, but I always knew with the right man I could really let myself go! So maybe you are the right man!
She looked around the room again. At the lux-uriousness of it. At the warmth and comfort. And then she remembered the shabbiness of her own home and she shuddered. She had always dreamed of living like this. Secure. Comfortable. But it had always been just a dream. She had given up the idea that it would ever happen years ago. But it was happening! He was offering it to her! All of this ... the security ... the comfortableness ... clothes ... everything ... it could all be hers for just one thing. Her body.
And what was so bad about that? He had thrilled her as no man had ever thrilled her before. Had awakened her flesh with delights that she had only sensed, but had never known. So why not? Anyway she looked at it, it was a good bargain! A good deal!
"All right," she said in a low voice. "I'll live here with you! I'll be your ... your mistress! And just to show you that it isn't all one-sided, I'll live up to my part of the bargain right now...!"
Then slowly she edged the sheet down and offered her body to him.
Hungrily, his eyes ate her flesh. Then, with a soft cry, he reached for her. His hands felt good upon her breasts, his fingers squeezing her hardening nipples until her face winced with pleasure and a moan escaped her lips.
The musky odor of his after-shave lotion filled her nostrils, stimulating her more. It had a rich, suggestive odor that caused her to snuggle closer as the excitement of forbidden naughtiness rippled through her.
Writhing beneath him, her body out of control, her fingers ran over the body of her lover as she pressed herself to him. She could hear his breathing becoming heavier in her ear as his hands came between them to clasp and massage her breasts while reaching down with his right hand to the mound of her dampening pubic hair at her crotch. Her legs spread willingly and shivered as his gentle fingers worked themselves inside the pink edges of her swelling cunt lips. She murmured incoherently as his fingers slipped in and out of the lubricated labia.
Her legs jack-knifed around the invading hand spurring the sweating body atop her to pursue his task more feverishly. Three fingers were pushing into the hungry, pink folds with a soft, sucking noise and a soft moan of pleasure purred from Naomi's lips.
In another moment of feverish struggle, he was stripped naked and his bare, moist flesh pressed into hers. She was glad and pulled him tightly between her open thighs, her knees drawing to the deep cushions of her breasts.
Eyes and teeth clenched as she writhed beneath his fingers, driven by uncontrollable passion, she whispered fiercely, "Give it to me, man! Now-now!"
Randy was kneading her breasts more vigorously, the swollen tits throbbing with his caresses. She snuggled beneath, grinding her pelvis into his hard, expanding cock. His fingers rotated over the mounds of her vagina, creeping back to its entrance.
Excitement left her cunt, and the crevice of her buttocks was soaked. Closing her thighs about the probing hand she resigned herself to the rolling sensations of pleasure coursing through her body. His fingers rotated within the wet valley of her pussy until she thought she would go out of her mind.
The odor of their combined sexes and the spilling juices of her hot pussy left Randy crazed. In the shadowy room with only the sound of their heavy panting and his groans intermittent with her soft mewlings he found himself fervently applying all his masculinity to the task of making love to this golden goddess beneath him.
Whimpering with her own razor-sharp need, she made her hungry cunt suck at his flesh, her legs quivering against the pulsating swells of her breasts.
In answer, his hot, stiff prick lunged into the greedy cunt, pushing deep and hard through the tender folds of flesh.
"Eeeuuunnnhhh!" she cried with the impalement, her long, slender fingers clawing at his back.
The sudden entry of his hard male flesh slithering deep up inside her caused her to cringe. Then she was with him again, her throbbing pussy meeting his every twist and thrust.
He penetrated her so deeply on the first thrust their short pubic hair twisted and tangled together as he ground his pelvis tightly down into her loins. The soft skin of his testicles brushed teasingly against the now widely exposed lips of her soft sensitive anus nestled just below their wet coupling. Without waiting he began sliding in and out of her with long desperate thrusts. She arched her back, unable to hold herself back. Her blood pounded through her veins like hot, molten lead, and she could feel every tiny ripple of skin around his warm, lunging penis as it raced madly in and out between her spread thighs. She jerked her legs from her tits and wrapped them around his waist, her heels beating on the hollowing cheeks of his buttocks like a drum. And then, almost as suddenly as it began, she began a roller coaster ride of orgasms, one right after another until she felt his cock begin jerking deep down inside her womb and the warm hot spurts of his sperm flooded inside her with the hard-driving force of his spending passion.
"God, Naomi, that was beautiful," he gasped into her ear, his body still quivering on top of her. Then he was still.
She vaguely remembered her own soft cry of ecstasy at the summit of their union, the force of his driving cock barreling into her narrow channel gushing its burning load of come into her belly. Her body still held him clenched to her cunt as if to milk the already deflated prick and shrunken balls that swung free against her rounded buttocks.
With the sound of rubbery, wet suction, he pulled his spent cock from her still-clinging cunt. He fell wearily upon her gasping, moaning body, content with the soft caress of firm breasts and wet pubic mound digging into his hot flesh.
The odor of their sexual sweat and male, female scents mingled with the fragrance of his expensive cologne and her cheap department store perfume. It was the last thing Naomi noticed as she went into a blissful slumber with him. Somehow it was comforting.