Doing the White Boy (4 page)

“
Danny? You
listening?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat.
A moan reaches through the bit of plastic earpiece…and I sense it
wrapping around my cock. “Yeah, baby.”

“
Damn, boy. I’m so hot
right now. I opened your toy, just so you know. I think it’ll be a
good fit for your ass, but it’s just fine in my pussy,
too.”

Her nasty words suck the spit right
out of my mouth.

“
I wanna hear you say
it…tell me with your own words how you jerked it to the thought of
me. Not some stupid text.”

“
Uh…” I grind out. Smooth.
Yup, that’s me.

“
Tell me what you did. I
wanna fuck myself with your toy while I listen.”

“
Evy…” I can’t hide the
whine.

“
Tell me, or I won’t fuck
you with your dildo.” Her voice is filled with laughter, a teasing
lilt.

“
You’re evil.” I take a
deep breath, close my eyes, and prop the phone between my ear and
the pillow. Without much thought, I palm my softening erection and
settle in for another masturbatory session. One that she so rudely
interrupted.

Fighting through awkwardness, I do my
best to appease her curiosity, repeating my lewd thoughts to the
best of my ability.

Here goes… “You’re riding me. Your
tight pussy walls are holding my dick tight while you slide up and
down it. You’re so wet for me. Soaking my cock in your cream while
you fuck me. Mm…you feel so damn good, baby. You’re bouncing up and
down, riding me hard, smiling down at me as you take what you
want.” A groan rumbles in my throat as I replay those images with
my fantasy girl on the phone. I hope she’s hanging on my every word
as I talk dirty to her.

“
You’re begging me for
more, telling me you want it harder, deeper, faster. Fuck, I wanna
pound into that pretty brown cunt of yours.” Her breathing is
coming fast over the line, little whimpers mixed with soft moans.
“Do you like what I’m saying to you, Evy? Lemme hear
it.”

“
Fuck yes. I love your dick
inside of me, sliding in and out of my pussy, shoving it deep.” She
falls quiet for a moment, but quickly returns, “Suck my nipples,
Danny. Bite me. Fuck me harder, damn it.”

“
Oh, yeah, baby. That’s the
plan. I’m nibbling your tits before I pull one into my mouth. I
flick my tongue on your hard nipple, then gently bite it. I know
what you want, so I grasp your hips tight, hold ‘em steady, and
thrust up into you from beneath, slam my big cock into your cunt,
over and over again. You fucking love it. Go crazy the harder I do
you. You grab my shoulders and shove your tits against my mouth,
screaming my name while you fuck me. Damn, baby, I feel your pussy
milking my dick. So fucking good.”

I fumble through my sheets
as I search for the bottle, and once I have it, I squeeze a dollop
of lube onto one of my hands, then eagerly get back to tugging my
meat. Fuck yeah. This is
so
much better with her on the phone.

“
You’re gonna make me come,
Danny. Give it to me harder.” She’s panting, and I can make out the
faint sounds of her sliding my toy in and out of her wet
pussy.

“
Evy, baby? Are you fucking
yourself with my dildo? Wishing it was me? Please tell me.” She
groans, those slight, mysterious sounds picking up their pace. “Are
you touching yourself? Pinching your pretty nipples?”

“
Fuck… I am, Danny. Just
like you’re saying. Your dick feels so good in my pussy, giving it
to me hard and fast. Want more. Want you to make it hurt so good,
call me your dirty slut and spank my ass while you fuck me.” She
gasps, “Please, Danny, please…”

Fuck. Yes. I’ve found a girl who seems
to like talking nasty as much as I do. “Oh, yeah. You are my little
whore, my dirty slut, aren’t you? Fucking yourself with a plastic
cock, talking to a guy you’ve just met…about how you want him to
fuck you. You get off on that, huh, Evy? You love me fucking your
chocolate pussy, doncha?”

“
Yes. Almost there. So
close.”

“
What do you need to come?
Want me to tell you that while I imagined you riding me, I shoved a
finger in my ass? That I thought about what it would feel like to
have my butt plugged while I fuck you hard? ‘Cause I did. Good
doesn’t even begin to describe it. I imagined your tits bouncing in
my face, your head was thrown back while you came…came on my dick,
and I filled you with my spunk. No condom, baby. Just me painting
your pussy walls until it overflowed.”

As I utter the last word I’m met with
a high-pitched scream, followed by mostly silence, her breathing
the only sound shared between us.

“
Damn.” Her voice is a soft
whisper.

My dick’s still hard from getting her
going, but it’s not the raging hard-on from earlier. “It’ll be so
good, Evy. Even better after our date.”

“
Can’t we skip the date?
Hell, I’ll come over right now, and we can…come together?” She
chuckles, and I roll my eyes at her kidding. She’s joking,
right?

“
No, baby. One dinner
without orgasms before we jump into bed.” I’m resolved to it, damn
it.

“
You really don’t want a
wham, bam, do you? You actually want to
date
me. What the hell is wrong with
you? I’m wearing a sign that says, “Fuck me,” and all you keep on
doing is finding excuses.”

I hear her getting pissed so I cut in.
“Evy, you know we’ll burn the sheets, but maybe I want to see if
there’s more to us than a quick fuck? Or are you just going to use
me for my dick, and then dump my white ass?”

She grumbles, but finally answers, “I
really need to get over this white-boy fetish of mine.” Sighing,
she adds, “Fine. Yes, I would like more than a one-nighter, but
guys don’t usually want more than that with a, you know, fat chick.
A black fat chick.”

I barely notice I’m grinding my teeth.
Men don’t know what they’re missing when they overlook women with a
little meat on their bones. “Baby, we’ll fuck, but there’ll be
nothing quick about it. But I warn you. Once I get you into bed,
you’ll have to fight me to get out. Your ass will be mine. Long
term, so get over it.”

I’m sitting in my car outside Evy’s
place, mustering the courage to go to her door, hand her a bouquet
of flowers, and pray I can get through this date without dropping a
load in my jeans.

I curse myself for not being able
to…control myself.

God, she’s so sweet and fun and
gorgeous… Listen to me blab, acting like a girl again. With a sigh,
I snag the bundle of roses I’d purchased from the passenger seat
and climb out, only about half ready to get this show on the
road.

Evy’s home is nestled in Colton, an
above-middle-class housing community, which kinda surprises me,
considering she’s a cashier at Darcy’s. Hell, even if she happened
to be the manager, I still couldn’t imagine her swinging enough
cash to afford the huge house I’m walking up to. I hate to assume,
but go figure.

It’s a nice sprawling ranch-styled
home with a big front yard, two-car garage, and a towering
entryway. I’m not poor, but fuck me if I ever thought Evy was this
well-off. ‘Cause I fucking didn’t. I should just turn around,
forget about her hot body and sweet smile. It appears she may be
totally outta my league.

But damn, it’s that same sweet smile
of hers, and the heavy sway of her hips, that keeps pulling me
toward the door. So, I put one foot in front of the other, until
I’m rapping my knuckles against the painted steel. There’s a
doorbell right there, stupid. Fuck it, too late now.

I don’t have to wait long; it’s just a
handful of seconds before the deadbolt is thrown, and the door
opens to reveal…someone that’s not Evy.

No, definitely not Evy, but a big
fucking black guy who kinda resembles her…if she were a foot taller
and many fucking pounds heavier, in the
I-could-rip-your-head-off-with-my-bare-hands kind of
way.

“
Yeah?” the giant asks,
more like barks.

I’m dead. Get the death certificate
ready and just call the coroner. “I’m Danny, Daniel Carter. I’m
here to pick up Evy. For our date.”

The guy grunts and takes a step back.
I guess he’s letting me in, so I keep my head high, chest out, and
face blank of fear while I stride past him and into what I presume
is her living room.

“’
Vangeline! Your cracker
of the hour is here!”

His deep voice thrums through me while
he yells to Evy, and I’m kinda getting the feeling this guy isn’t
exactly on the Oreo cookie train that she and I are on.

Well, fuck him, I think to myself.
Very quietly. She’s leaving the house on my arm, and as long as
she’s happy, the rest of the world can suck it. Including this
badass looking mother fucker.

The blinding smile she flashes me the
moment she turns the corner lets me know how happy she is to see
me. A few quick steps later and she's standing before me, big guy
watching us with his arms crossed, just glaring at me.

He doesn’t bother me
that
much, since I can’t
tear my attention from Evy for too long.

“
Hey.” Her voice is low,
cheeks pink.

“
Hey, yourself.” I hand
over the roses and she brings them to her nose, and I watch as she
inhales their sweet scent.

“
Thank you, these are
gorgeous.” Gaze still on me, she shoves the bouquet at the glaring
man. “’Tay, put these in some water. I’ll see you
later.”

‘
Tay narrows his eyes at me
even more. “When are you gonna be home?”

That question snags Evy’s attention
from me. “When are you gonna quit being a lazy ass, get a job, and
move out? Better yet, when are you going to keep your bigoted
feelings to yourself?”

The big guy doesn’t say a word.
Instead, he stomps off down the hall, leaving us staring at each
other. “Sorry. ‘Tay’s my brother.”

“
Ah, enough said.” I step
close, wrap an arm around her waist, pull her into me until our
bodies touch, then brush a kiss across her lips. “Ready to
go?”

Funny. We’ve shared ourselves
physically, sexually, but I’m still nervous.

“
Are you gonna tell me
where we’re going?”

I laugh as I lead her out the door,
and then wait while she locks up. The minute she turns around, I
push her against the hard surface, murmur against her lips. “Just
need a quick taste.”

Without another word spoken I’m there,
nibbling her lips, sliding my tongue into her mouth, exploring,
searching her taste. I crowd her, notch my hardening dick against
her pussy and grind against her heat, earning a moan from
her.

She returns my kiss, devours me, her
hands clutching at me until she digs her nails into my shoulders.
As she clings to me, I reach around her, grasp the curves of her
ass and hold her tight against my body, grind my erection into her.
I shudder at the shot of pleasure that courses through me. Fuck,
she’s like a drug. And I don’t wanna kick it, I just want to give
in to it, no, I want to relish every second of every minute that
I’m with her.

Okay, that was lame. True, but
nonetheless, lame.

Evy’s hands skim down my arms, reaches
around me to tug at my shirt, pulling it out of my
jeans.

And…and the fucking door is yanked
open, sending us falling into her home, and we scramble to save
ourselves, before turning our attention to the person responsible
for the interruption.

“
Dante!” Evy cries
out.

‘
Tay winces, and hell, if I
were being spoken to in that loud tone of voice, I’d wince too.
“Y’all ain’t fucking on the front porch.” He glares at me. “You’re
not a slut who’s gonna give it up to a cracker against a door.
Nuh-uh. Not my sister.”

Evy’s hands form into tight fists, and
I watch while she shifts her weight. I reach forward, snag her
wrist before she can cock her arm back and let it fly. “Hey, baby.
We’re gonna lose our reservation if we don’t head out
now.”

She twitches, like she’s thinking of
punching her brother anyway, but turns to me instead and crowds me
out the door, grumbling the entire way. “Asshole, lowlife, racist
piece of shit. Gonna kill him when I get home.
Sweartagawd.”

“
He’s your brother… He’s
just looking out for you, you know, in a very
anti-white-guy-banging-his-black-sister sort of way.”

She twines her fingers with mine and
flips ‘Tay off before she tugs me down the walkway. “He’s a man
who’s going to be on the street if he doesn’t quit being such an
asshole!”

I shake my head and laugh. Damn, but
she’s gonna be a handful. Fun, but a handful just the
same.

“
Come on, baby. I’ve got
some fun planned for tonight.” I wink at her, and then release her
hand to open the passenger door.

“
I’ve got something
planned, too.” She sets her purse, a large-as-shit purse, on the
floorboard. She pats at it, a twinkle in her eye.

My cock’s slowly deflating, realizing
a hot pussy is nowhere in its immediate future. But then, with that
sparkle in her eye, my dirty mind immediately imagines the strap-on
in her bag, and my dick goes from six-to-midnight in the blink of
an eye. I reach down, adjust myself while I stride around the SUV
and open the door. Climbing into the driver seat I shift a little,
trying desperately to find a comfortable position before we’re on
our way.