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4/1/2007

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My girlfriend Crystal is from the suburbs; malls, nice
homes with lots of grass, and three cars in every garage
(the Beamer for the kids, don'cha know). Me, I'm
from the city; discount stores, row homes on pavement with
aluminum siding and car alarms going off in the street.
She's twenty-five, and white. I'm thirty and
black. I work with computers, and play music part-time
on the weekends. She's an auditor for a brokerage house,
and used to spend money on the weekends. We met while I was
playing, but it took an unusual catalyst to get us together:
my ex-girlfriend, Pam Pam is drop-dead gorgeous, a walking
wet dream. She's about five- four, with blonde hair
(sometimes it's curly, sometimes not). She has bright
blue eyes, and a slender, firm body that inspires thoughts
of rabid, mindless marathon sex. She's a city girl,
and works as a cocktail waitress at one of the clubs we play
regularly at. Pam's aggressive if she sees something
she likes. She's not afraid of anybody. Pam's
been around the block a few times, and is wiser than her twenty-three
years. She's almost the exact opposite of Crystal.
Crystal played the coy little girl "notice me"
game with me, while Pam...

Let me tell that story first. I had been playing every other
weekend at the club where she works for about three months.
Being an average, under-sexed male, I noticed her like
all the other men who walked in the club. I drooled, too.
Unfortunately, I couldn't even try, since she was
clearly off-limits. It's bad news for a band to piss
off the staff at a club, and unwanted advances are the easiest
way to do that. That will get you fired faster than almost
anything else. One Saturday night after closing, I was
waiting for the owner. Pam sat next to me, counting her money.
I heard her say, "Excuse me, Don."

"Yeah, Pam?"

I tried to be nonchalant, but my heart started racing.



"Why don't you just ask me out instead of looking
at me with puppy dog eyes all of the time. I am an equal opportunity
dater, " she said sweetly.

My jaw bounced off the floor twice.



"Let's do something after I ring out, "
she suggested.

After all business had been taken care of, she and I walked
out to our cars. That is where I found out what her definition
of "something" was.

Pam produced a rubber from her purse. ("Just in case
I meet somebody - interesting."

) She looked deeply into my eyes, and I got lost in hers'.




"My place or yours? This is what you've been wanting,
right?"

We never even made it out of the parking lot. After kissing
frantically for about five minutes, she and I climbed into
my van. Pam pulled my pants down, put the rubber on me, and
removed her panties. I felt her settle onto my erection.




"You look shocked, " she panted.

"Isn't it what you expected?"

She began to pump her hips, sliding ferociously along my
dick. I had no brain; Pam's scent, her facial expression,
and her enthusiasm were more than enough to make thought
impossible. It didn't hurt that I was living out a most
recent, extremely recurrent fantasy. I didn't care
that Pam was essentially masturbating herself on me. It
didn't last long, either.



"Now that you've had the fantasy, will you call
me next week? I think you're cute."

She sat next to me, still dressed in her tuxedo top, miniskirt
and fishnet stockings.



"You're kidding, right?" was my response.


"Why in the hell wouldn't I call?"

"Because you already got what you wanted, "
Pam replied.

That wasn't quite true. She had masturbated herself
on me while I watched. That was considerably less than what
I wanted.



"So."

Pam let the sentence drop with that one word.



"Pam, " I started, then stopped.

"I'm sorry you're so cynical, but I'm
not like other guys."

I ran that back through my head.



"I guess you've heard that before, " I
said sheepishly.

"Uh-huh. But - you are the first guy since high school
to look at me with puppy dog eyes. Maybe you're not lying."


Pam kissed me on the cheek.



"Bye."

She got out of the car, smiled and walked leisurely to her
car. I called her the next day, and that began a six month
romance. Much to Pam's pleasure, I was a much more active
lover than I had been in the van. Our after-work van encounters
continued; at first, they were the subject of gossip at
the club, but then became accepted fact, hardly worth comment.
For about five months, it was great. The last month felt
wrong. The sex was still incredible, but conversation
had dwindled to virtually nothing. Finally, we had the
inevitable discussion. I brought it up over dinner one
night.



"It's not working, is it?"

She looked up at me through surprised blue eyes. Lowering
them before speaking, she sighed, "No..."


She cleared her throat before resuming, stronger this
time.



"No, Don, it isn't. It's been fun, but you're
right."

"Anything I can do?"

"No, I'm sorry, but I don't think so, "
Pam ruefully replied.

"Please don't take this personally, but, I'm
afraid I've got bored with you."

She quickly added, "Except in bed. You're pretty
creative, y'know?"

She smiled sadly.



"What you need is a nasty streak."

Regarding me fully, she continued before I could say anything.




"I mean, I'm about to go into diabetic shock,
you've been so sweet. I guess I'm looking for the
spice of danger."

"A nasty streak? I just wasn't brought up that way. And I doubt that I
can change, even for you, " I stated. "See?
There you go again."

Pam patted my cheek and leaned closer.



"You can't hurt me. I really do like you a lot,
and I want to be friends."

She paused.



"Really, I don't think I could have this conversation
with another guy. I think about all the times you made me
laugh, and I value your advice. Can we - be friends?"


I looked at her with all the seriousness I could muster.
There was hope written all over her face, and the entire
apartment was silent. My voice was quiet, deep; grave.




"Wouldn't this be a hell of a time for me to get
that mean streak you just talked about?"

Pam was stunned for an instant, then she read the laughter
in my eyes and laughed herself.



"That's why it's been fun, " she chuckled.


"I knew there was a reason I wanted to go out with you
in the first place."

Pam leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. Then she nibbled
on my ear and whispered, "Want to do it once more? For old times" sake?"

It turned out to be more than once, lasting into Sunday afternoon.
Pam is still a walking wet dream. Our discussion continued
over coffee in bed. Pam explained, with loving care, exactly
what she felt had gone wrong. If anything, I hadn't
been possessive enough, and too acquiescent to her wishes.
I asked her how she had become so wise in her twenty-three
years.



"Bimboism isn't terminal. I know, "cause
I used to be one. I'm smarter now - I hope."

I really care for Pam a lot. She's a good friend, and
I learned a lot from her, especially after we broke up, which
brings me to Crystal. Crystal I met Crystal at the same club,
three months later. She and a couple of friends walked in
and sat at the front table. Since it just happened to be audience
participation time, I decided to have some fun with the
newcomers. I hadn't really noticed Crystal at that
point, I was just doing my job.



"Hi, how y'all doin" tonight?"

I asked over the microphone. Two of the people at the table
immediately got embarrassed, which made them prime targets.
I sauntered over to their table.



"This is front row night. Y'all got any requests?"


Crystal was not intimidated by the mike.



"Yeah! Play something nasty! I want to hear some dirty
blues!"

I've got a live one here, I thought. Her companions
tried to become invisible.



"So you want to hear something dirty? Look out guys,
there's a naaasty girl in the house, and she's
right here at the front table! Better watch out for this
one..."

Crystal blushed, caught off-guard. Her friends tried
to shrink into nothingness. The band played two Clarence
Carter songs, finishing the set with "Strokin".


I waved at Pam as I came off the stage.



"I'll buy for the front table of three. They were
really good sports."

Pam nodded and sped off to deliver her drinks. I was checking
my tuning near the end of my break when I heard a female voice
say, "Thanks for the drinks."

I turned and looked at Crystal. She wore her black hair straight,
and her eyes are also black. She wore a floral print dress
that came just below her knees.



"No problem, " I said, "you and your friends
were really good sports. I hope I didn't embarrass
you too much. My name is Don."

"I'm Crystal, and those are my friends Beth and
Scott. We've never been here before."

"Please come back. We like new fans, and this band
is here every other weekend, " I supplied.

"Oops, time to go back to work, " I said as the
guitarists and harmonica player stepped on the stage.


At the end of the night, I packed up and went home without
a second thought to the raven-haired woman. Two weeks later,
at the same club, I heard my name called right after we broke.
I turned to see Crystal waving energetically at me. Scott
and Beth were also at the table. I went over to do some more
public relations.



"Hi! I'm glad to see that you came back."


Crystal asked how the band was doing, and Beth pushed a chair
over for me. Scott said hello, and then flagged Pam down.
He ordered drinks, and said he'd pay for me.



"Shouldn't you be playing instead of acting
like a paying customer?"

Pam asked sweetly. I smiled and blew her a kiss after a few
seconds. She returned both gestures. I gave her a little
squeeze around the hips as she turned to leave. Pam relaxed
into my grip, and waited until I let go before leaving the
table. Scott's eyes, which had been fixed on Pam, nearly
left their sockets. He said, "Whoa, " in a much
louder voice than he had intended, because Beth looked
very annoyed at him.

I was amused, but the "Time To Leave Tactfully"
alarm went off in my head.

However, before I could get up to leave, Beth, a pretty,
buxom, and slightly blitzed blonde, grabbed my arm. Looking
at me with unfocused eyes, she asked, "Is that your
girlfriend?"

It was obvious that she was trying to get Pam out of Scott's
head. Unfortunately, I couldn't give her the answer
she wanted to hear.



"We've gone out a couple of times, but we're
just really good friends, " I replied.

Silence descended on the table, and it gave me a chance to
make a graceful exit.



"She's right about getting back to work, though.
See you folks again, OK? Thanks for the drink, Scott."


The three of them stayed until closing, and I wished them
all good night as they left. Pam handed me a glass of water
as the last customer departed. She nodded toward the door.




"The girl with black hair? She likes you. She tried
to get your attention all night."

Pam ran a finger around my shoulder and down my chest.



"I think she's curious, being a county girl and
all."

"You're kidding. She hardly said a word when
I was at that table."

"No, you're just dense. I watched her. I saw all
of the signs, " Pam lectured. "The only thing
she didn't do was talk to you. I guess she's a little
scared of you. That county thing, I guess."

Pam leaned closer, making me forget Crystal.



"If I were you, I'd ask her for her phone number
next time."

The next time I saw Crystal, she was with William. I was much
more conscious of her presence, thanks to Pam's constant
reminders. William seemed perplexed by Crystal's
taste in music, but he was patient enough to endure the break
she spent talking with me. They left shortly thereafter.
Pam gave me Crystal's phone number after the gig.



"I figured you wouldn't ask while she was with
another guy, so I did while she was waiting for the bathroom.
She's really excited that you're interested."


Pam waved a finger in my face.



"Don't be too nice to her."

Crystal and I went on a date that week. Nothing happened,
and it ended with a hug. Crystal was alone at our next gig.
She was waiting for me outside when I started to haul my gear
out.



"Are you waiting for me ?"

I asked playfully. She looked around nervously.



"Umm... yeah, " she said shyly.

"I was thinking we - umm - we could - like - umm... talkorsomething."


The poor girl was nervous. I felt sort of sorry for her, but
I knew all too well that exact nervousness.



"Listen, I have one more trip to make to the van. Why
don't we meet at The Grill? You don't have to leave
now, do you?"

"Umm... no. I can - go to the Grill..."

Crystal hesitated.



"Where is it?"

I snickered, because this reminded me of an old comedy skit.
She looked hurt, and started, "Well, I usually go
to the Wharf with my friends after we leave here."


"You're so cute, " I said, the playfulness
in my voice hiding the sincerity of my statement.

"I can see where the Wharf would hold its attractions
for you. But I'd like to show you something - different."


Quickly, I felt compelled to add, "If you want."


Crystal nodded eagerly, and she followed me to the Grill.
We caught the tail end of another blues band. Crystal stayed
very close to me, and she wasn't very talkative. I thought
she might have been a little intimidated by the type of crowd.
Although a few yuppie types were there, most of the people
were city folks, in various stages of inebriation. I wondered
if I had made a mistake until I asked her to dance with me to
a slow song. I started out dancing politely, and then my
hands slid to her lower back. Crystal collapsed limply
onto me, burying her head in my neck as we moved very slowly.




"I like the way you slow dance. "It's so
- romantic. The guys I know spin you around the floor like
they're ducks on drugs, " Crystal said as we
left the floor.

She squeezed my hand.



"Guys from the county don't dance like that at
all."

"There are lots of things I do that county guys don't, "
I stated.

It was a fact, and I didn't realise the implication
until...



"Are you asking me to come to your place?"

I dragged her away from the music so we could talk in quieter
surroundings.



"I'd really like that sometime. "But all
I want now is a good night's sleep. I'm really beat, "
I confessed.

"Well, it's kind of late, and it's a long
trip home for me. I better go now, " Crystal said.


"Unless I can crash at your place, " she finished.


End of discussion. She waited outside my door while I unloaded
the van, and she carried a bass in for me. I gave her the quick
tour, and grabbed a pillow for the sofa. She followed me,
and looked at me quizzically.



"No, Crystal, you can sleep in the bed, " I explained.


"I'll be fine on the couch."

"I was going to give you a back rub for being so nice, "
she yawned.

"Come on, " she cajoled, "it's something
you can probably use. Am I right?"

Score one for the lady. We went to bed together. I was unconscious
before she finished the back rub. Sometime during the night
Crystal had wrapped her arms around me. I gingerly removed
myself from her embrace, went to the john, and returned
to a not-quite-asleep young lady.



"Mmmmmmm, " she purred as I started to give
her a gentle back rub.

Crystal turned over, regarding me sleepily with her jet-black
eyes. It made her look very sexy. Rolling back over, she
said, "That feels really good. Ohhh, you're
wonderful."

My hands travelled down her back, and briefly roamed over
her rear end. Crystal stiffened, but said nothing. I began
to massage her buttocks firmly, and she moaned. I slid my
hands back up to her shoulders, and leaned across her back.
She could feel my growing erection press against her.



"It's Sunday - mmmmm - morrr- ninnng, "
she whimpered.

I kissed her earlobe, and then her neck, and felt her tremble
a little in response.



"So what?"

I whispered, nuzzling her neck again. She kissed me on the
cheek. I rolled off of her, and she rolled on top of me, driving
her tongue into my mouth. She pulled away after a few minutes
of necking, a little puzzled by my lack of urgency.



"Don't stop now, I was having fun, " I said.


Crystal looked at me, then sat up.



"Ummm... Are we going to... " "All good
things in time, Crystal. Be patient, " I gently reprimanded
her.

Crystal's schedule was a little faster than mine.
She removed her dress, revealing matching pink bra and
panties. I reached out and stroked her tummy lazily. Crystal
sighed, and started to fondle my erect cock.



"Not so fast, " I complained, and moved her
toy out of reach.

"Let's just play with each other's bodies
and senses for a bit longer."

Crystal was definitely baffled now. I ran my hands along
her inner thighs, and played with her breasts, avoiding
the nipples in the bra. I stroked her face and neck, played
with her long black hair, and kissed her slowly, sweetly,
but teasing, never letting it last too long, or go too deep.
I made her moan and gasp quietly a few times, but she never
caught on to the game. Crystal would touch me from time to
time, but it was clear that she wasn't ready to pay attention
to anything other than my cock. I stopped, then kissed Crystal
sweetly on the lips. Then I got out of bed. She looked at me,
face full of confusion and desire.



"Aren't we... I mean, I-I-I want to..."


Crystal spluttered. Poor thing, she hadn't a clue.




"Crystal, the answer is no, we aren't. Not now,
anyway. You're in a hurry, and I doubt that it's
mad, spur-of-the-moment lust. I really think you're
just curious. If you aren't just being curious, I'd
love to spend some more time with you and your body. But it
works both ways. You'd have to spend some time getting
to know me and mine."

Crystal blinked rapidly. The way she looked at me said that
she had been curious, and I'd caught her. Suddenly,
she was embarrassed by her exposed skin, and began to put
her dress on. She didn't say anything until she got
to the door.



"Aren't you the least bit - interested?"


"Interested in what? I'm interested in Crystal;
not her creamy white skin, or her soft, pink pussy. I'm
not curious about white women; can you honestly say the
same thing about black men?"

She tried to look away, but I gently held her chin and pulled
her gaze back to me.



"Be honest with yourself , Crystal. It doesn't
matter to me if you are just curious, although I would have
some - regrets. You'd be surprised at some of the things
that get said and done to me at clubs. I'm afraid this
isn't new to me."

She turned to leave. She abruptly turned back to me, and
said, "I'll... ummmm... callyou?"

She hesitated before pivoting and leaving. Yeah, OK, I
thought as I waved goodbye. I called Pam and invited her
over to dinner, hoping for a little friendly fuck. Of course,
Pam asked me about Crystal, and I told her the circumstances
of Crystal's departure.



"You did what ?"

Pam exclaimed. She started laughing, "If that doesn't
drive the little rich bitch wild, I don't know what
will."

I looked at Pam, totally confused.



"Oh my God, you did it by mistake! You are so dense..."


She gave me a hug before settling down.



"Don, you just turned her down. No county boy turns
any pussy down. She was curious before, now she's going
to want to know what makes you tick."

I looked at her incredulously.



"If you keep letting her know that this is on your terms,
she'll be your pretty, rich bitch girlfriend, "cause
she's found a guy her pussy can't tame."


Pam sat down, eyes aglow. , " She was curious.

Now she's, " Pam leaned back and waved her arms
dramatically, "in loooove, " she exaggerated.


No, I didn't get the friendly fuck I was looking for.
The Seduction Of course, Crystal didn't call. I gave
Pam a "toldya so" when Crystal arrived at the
club with a date two weeks later.

I chatted with them amiably during break, giving no sign
that something had almost happened between Crystal and
me. Pam gave me a drink after I left their table.



"She bought this for you."

"So? He's got his hand on her leg, and she doesn't
seem to object, " I observed.

I was getting tired of Pam always seeing something that
wasn't there.



"She doesn't care. She did the whole "notice
me" thing while you were playing.

"She likes you. If you really want her, then all you
have to do is ignore her, " Pam counseled.

That wasn't hard, because Crystal and her date vanished
sometime early during the next set. At the end of the night,
Pam just noted the parallels between the expensive drinks
county guys would buy for her, and the expensive drink Crystal
had bought for me. Crystal showed up with some other guy
the next night, but they left before I could say hi. Crystal
reappeared by herself during the last set. At the end of
the show, she weaved her way up to the stage.



"Can you give me a ride home? I had a fight with Adam,
and I don't have enough money for a cab home, and I didn't
drive. This was the only place I could think of."

That was interesting, although she wasn't in any shape
to drive. Crystal leaned heavily against me, pressing
her boob into my side. I told her sure, I could give her a ride
home, and sat her down at a table to wait while I loaded. A
county guy (they can be real obvious, believe me) sat down
at Crystal's table almost immediately after I left.
Pam whispered, "She's drunk; it attracts "em
like blood and sharks."

She stopped me as I came back in to fetch the remaining bass.




"The asshole thought his Gold card would impress
me. While I do appreciate the twenty-dollar tip, I'm
worth more than that, " she whispered in indignation.


I watched from a discreet distance as the guy tried to pick
Crystal up. After a couple of seconds, Pam said, "Save
her from that asshole. She deserves better."

I walked over to the stage, grabbed the instrument, and
headed to Crystal's table. She put her arm around my
waist, and leaned her head sleepily on my hip. As we left,
Pam smiled at me, and mouthed, "I told you so."


Crystal leaned against the side of the van while I opened
her door. She reached and lazily stroked my neck.



"You're tense, " she slurred.

Memories of two weeks ago flashed through my mind. I turned
and kissed her viciously. She responded eagerly, and we
began to hump each other against the side of the van. I shut
the passenger door, opened the side door, pulled her in,
and attacked her. Crystal protested briefly, "We're
in public!"

"We want each other, " I panted, undoing her
sun dress.

"By the time I get the gear unloaded, we'll both
be too tired."

Crystal helped me, and her dress came off almost instantly.
I put a condom on; Pam had left a few in the glove box.



"How?"

Crystal was breathing heavily.



"Sit on my lap, " I instructed.

She moaned, a most sensuous, gratifying, endearing sound,
as she slid onto my erection.



"Feel good?"

I gasped. Crystal moaned yes.



"Now rock with me."

Her hips rolled back and forth a few times; then she discovered
the position of her clit in relation to our bodies. Crystal
pushed her hips down and forward with a little snort. She
panted, each breath coming in a higher pitch than the last.
She drove her clit against me; the pleasure made her buck,
and stopped the stimulation. Her first climax arrived
quickly, and she gurgled in my ear. Crystal's hips
vibrated, and she squeezed me tightly. I felt the tension
go out of her body. She sighed happily. I wished that I could
have seen her face when she came. I knew I'd have to get
a better look sometime. I wiggled inside her, still erect.
The van's windows had fogged up.



"Notdoneyet, " I gasped in her ear.

Crystal lazily rolled her hips in a circle while purring
and nibbling on my neck and ear.



"Ohhh... if suuummm - wu-wu-wunnn seeeees uhhhhhsss, "
Crystal moaned.

"Let them watch, " I panted, on ecstasy's
edge.

Her hips pumped a little harder.



"Ooooohhhh, " she replied.

I felt the heat of her skin and her heartbeat. I smelled her
perfume when I leaned my head to her neck, but it was soon
covered by another, stronger, musky fragrance.



"Suuummm-wunnn..." she groaned a few times.


"Wa-wat... waaattttccshhhh..."

Crystal's urgent kiss signalled the start of more
frenzied pumping. She began sliding up and down, and I started
coming completely out of her. The repeated sensation of
penetration was too much for me to take. I thrust my hips
upward and collided with her downstroke, filling the rubber
with my seed. A little later, Crystal was still lazily circling
her hips as we kissed. I had slipped out of her, but she kept
rubbing against me. I sighed contentedly, and we hugged
for a little while more. The thought of being watched had
really turned her on. I filed that away for later reference.
We finally got dressed enough for me to drive home. I got
out first; Crystal waited for me to open her door. That's
when I saw the black ribbon tied to the back door. The black
ribbon that Pam had been wearing in her hair that night.
Crystal and I didn't bother to unload, going directly
to bed. We slept soundly. It was a bright Sunday afternoon
when I sat up and stretched lazily; a movement next to me
reminded me I wasn't alone.



"Mmmmmm, " Crystal purred as I started a gentle
back rub.

She hadn't put anything back on under her dress in the
van, so I unzipped it and slid it off her shoulders. She stiffened
in surprise, then wiggled to let me pull it down further.
She was on her stomach, naked in my bed. My lips teased her
back while my hands travelled down her body.



"Ohhh, that feels good, Don."

I shifted position and kissed her lower back, then her ass
cheeks. The temptation was too great, so I burrowed between
her legs.



"Don!"

"Oh god you are so kinky!" she giggled.

Kinky? My tongue went back to work between her thighs, and Crystal
parted her legs a little more. She was still lying face down,
but her hips had started to slide against the sheet.



"Ohhh, ye-ahhh..."

I had enough room now to give her a proper tongue-lashing
from behind. Crystal humped the bed moaning, "D-D-
D-Donnn... Stoo-o-o-o-oppp..."

Her voice was husky, and the way she undulated indicated
that stopping was the last thing she wanted me to do. She
rolled over, legs open, knees raised, expecting me to climb
on top of her. I surprised her. My lips pulled at her pouting
labia. Crystal's breathing went up in pitch. My tongue
danced inside her pussy, and I tasted my lover's tangy
essence. She tossed her head from side to side as I drew circles
just inside her opening with the tip of my tongue. I followed
my tongue's path with a finger, collecting a little
bit of her juices and my saliva. When it was decently wet,
I pushed my finger into her. Crystal arched her back and
moaned approvingly. I pushed at the roof of her vagina,
and the ripe berry in front of my nose begged to be sucked.




"Nnngh! Gnff! Hrgh!"

Crystal's orgasm forced nonsense sounds from her
throat, and she grabbed my hair. Her hips rotated, and I
watched her come. Her eyes were closed, mouth open and her
face frozen in an infinitely complex expression. Crystal
squeaked her joy. Watching her was the turn-on I thought
it would be; my erection pressed more forcefully against
the bed. The frenzied clutching at my finger subsided.




"You are so sexy when you come, " I whispered
to the sweating, post-orgasmic woman.

My hand continued to tease her still-wet sex. Crystal smiled
dreamily, and tried to make my hand do more than just tease
her.



"My turn now, " I cheerily said.

Crystal blinked sleepily.



"W-w-wh... ummm - what?"

She was damn near irresistible the way she looked now. I
rolled over on my back.



"Turnabout is fair play. I want you to give me head
now."

Crystal ran one hand lightly across my chest, the other
rubbed the arm that I was teasing her with.



"Mmmmmm... It's - Sunnnn-dayyyyy, "
she started in a soft purr.

My finger interrupted her sentence as she had to still a
little gasp of pleasure; my manipulations were getting
to her. Crystal's hips began moving again.



"Afff-terrr-nooonnnn..."

Pam had always said I was at my most creative the afternoon
after a gig - and very insistent. It was time for Crystal
to find that out.



"I can stop now, " I said pleasantly, and pulled
my hand away.

"Nooooo, " she whimpered in protest.

"Then give me a blow job, " I stated.

Crystal had been very compliant to this point, but I had
to take a stand at some time. My demeanour was more businesslike
and demanding.



"Dooo iiittt tooo meeee, " she countered,
exposing her wonderful treasure wide for me.

If I had given in, I would have been guilty of what Pam had
warned me about. Figuring I could jack off later if necessary,
I deliberately turned away from Crystal. She moaned unhappily,
protesting in a little girl's whine. After a few seconds
of silence, she rolled over closer to me and repositioned
herself so that she was eye-to-eye with my nearly erect
cock. She looked up at me.



"You're so kinky."

I lay back, propped up on pillows, and Crystal began to lick
around the tip of my dick with broad, lollipop strokes.
My cock jumped as Crystal dutifully, but mechanically,
bobbed her head. I watched her for a while, and then she stopped.




"Would you like - ummm - close your eyes? I feel funny
when you watch."

"It's erotic , " I urged.

"Don't feel funny about giving me pleasure.
I like to watch-" My turn to swallow hard as Crystal
stroked the rim of my dick.

She sighed in resignation, and resumed bobbing her head,
sliding her mouth and tongue over my rod. It was nice, but
it wasn't a real good blow-job.



"Suck on it like you suck on those skinny cigarettes, "
I complained.

Crystal rolled her eyes at me, but followed my instructions.
My ejaculation approached quickly thereafter. Crystal
felt the vibrations a pulse too late, for in between her
slurps, I came. My body vibrated and thrust in the thrill
of orgasm. When I could see again, it was clear that Crystal
had had no idea of what to do with my ejaculating organ. Come
was on her cheek, hair, nose, chin and shoulder.



"You could have warned me, " she complained,
not at all amused, and began to wipe her face off.

Without warning, I kissed her deeply, wet and urgent. Crystal
responded timidly for a few seconds, then kissed back with
passion. We had smeared my cum all over our faces. She spoke
quietly, "God, I'm a mess."

"You look sexy, " I supplied, as quietly as
she had.

"You always say that, " Crystal argued.

The emphasis on "say" gave away her pleasure
at the compliment, though.

After we cleaned up and went to a very late lunch, I drove
her home. We kissed for a long time before she got out of the
van.



"Call me?" she pleaded.

I nodded. She smiled and turned, lazily walking to her townhouse.
I was pretty pleased with myself. I had managed to catch
the young lady's fancy. I didn't know that I'd
captured her imagination as well. Unbeknownst to me, the
seduction of Crystal had begun. Curiosity Killed The Cat...
But It Didn't Break Crystal I invited her to dinner
that Friday; the band had the weekend off. I said we could
figure out what else to do that night after the meal. She
requested that I pick her up at a bar downtown. ("Happy
hour after work with my department."

) She wasn't shy about being with me, despite the differences
in our skin colours. In fact, I got the distinct feeling
that she was showing me off. This was a good sign. I got some
real dirty looks from one of her male coworkers, but we left
before he got the nerve to say anything to either of us. We
made small talk while I cooked, and Crys babbled enthusiastically
about her job. As we sat at the table after dinner, Crys lit
a cigarette, and studied me carefully for a moment.



"Yes?"

I asked, not being able to read her face.



"I was just... ummm... wondering..."

She paused.



"I mean, you're like so different from anybody
I've been out with before."

Crys glanced around nervously and lowered her voice.



"I mean, like... the watching thing, and, and...
all that."

I started to explain the difference between sex and fucking,
and told her that the brain was the most important sex organ.
She listened attentively as I explained how watching the
woman I was with enhanced the experience for me. As the discussion
continued, Crystal got a little bolder and began to talk
more, seeming more at ease with the subject of sexuality.
She finally got brave enough to tell me how she had felt on
Sunday. Crystal said she still thought she looked stupid
when she "suckedyour... you know."

She also admitted that she was "kind of grossed out"
when I came on her face.

"But then you kissed me like I was still attractive
n" sexy and I didn't know what to think, "
she confessed.

"But it made me feel... I dunno. I didn't feel
so - weird - after that."

The result of our discussion was that she didn't quite
understand what watching did, but she was willing to admit
that it did something for me.



"So what do you want to do tonight, Crys? I'm brain-dead
after that discussion, so you pick, " I kidded her.


She ran her hand through her straight black hair, which
I noticed hadn't been cut that week.



"After that marvellous dinner, I'm feeling
real lazy. Do we have to go out, or can we rent a couple of movies,
maybe?"

Off to the video store we went. I headed for the comedy section,
Crystal by my side. She tugged at my arm as I looked for something
light.



"What's back there?" she asked, pointing
to a curtained-off room.

I didn't even raise my head to see what she was talking
about. Without interrupting my search for something funny,
I replied, "Oh. That's the X-rated movie section."


"Really? They have X-rated movies here?" she
asked quietly.

Then she abruptly let go of my arm.



"I want to see, " she said, sounding like a little
kid.

Before I could do or say anything, she walked behind the
curtain. A middle-aged man and two pimply-faced college
boys quickly walked out. I sighed and went in after her.
Crystal was studying a box, and giggled.



"Had your fun yet? You embarrassed those guys to death, " I said in mock
annoyance. "I'm sorry."

Crystal blushed.



"Ummmm... ummmm..."

I waited while she stuttered for a few more seconds.



"Can we - ummm - rent one?"

Quickly she added, "I've - ummm... never seen
one. They don't have them at Blockbuster. I'm
- well - curious."

I shrugged to indicate that it was OK, but she pushed the
box at me.



"You have to pick one. I don't know what's
good."

With that, she breezed out of the room. I sighed. As I handed
the box to the clerk, she smiled and said, "You're
a two- for-one club member. You can get another video free."


I turned to Crystal, who apparently misunderstood. Before
I could say anything, she went back into the X-rated room
and came out a few seconds later with another box. The clerk
gave me a, "Boy, are you going to fuck tonight!"
look as she took the second box.

Good thing I can't blush. Crystal moaned when I later
explained that my free video didn't have to be X- rated.




"Are you sure about this?"

I asked as I went to start the tape. She nodded nervously.
The first scene was a prolonged sloppy blow-job, which
got no reaction from Crystal. On the other hand, I shifted
position to accommodate the growing bulge. Next was another
blow-job. Little Oral Annie was the giver, and Crystal
gasped aloud as the guy's large dick disappeared down
her throat.



"How - ? !" she exclaimed.

I didn't say anything. Hell, I don't know. Before
Crystal could ask me again, she put her hand over her mouth
as the guy on the screen began to cum, and Annie sucked greedily
on it.



"Ohhh myyyy gawwwwd, " Crystal whispered
in shock, "she's - she's..."

Crys couldn't even finish the sentence. My erection
throbbed, painfully trapped.



The video couple rearranged themselves and got ready to
fuck.



"I can stop it n-" "No, " Crystal
whispered.

Her eyes were glued to the screen, and she was barely breathing.
I had no idea what was going on in her mind. The guy came again,
and the scene ended. Crys absent-mindedly reached for
a smoke. I was already on fire. We watched for a little while
longer, and two women started kissing. Crys smoked faster.
The women undressed and moved into a sixty-nine.



"Euwwww, gross , " Crystal said, getting up
and walking out of the room, her disgust evident.

It was not the time for me to point out that she loved it when
I did it. I turned the tape off.



"No, " Crys sighed, "you can just fast
forward past that part."

We watched as a couple got watched; some (lucky) guy got
one woman on his face and another on his dick; and a lone woman
masturbated. The movie ended with a couple making love.




"I need a break, " Crystal announced, and headed
to the john.

I wasn't sure at that point whether or not to put the
next tape in. One thing was definite. I needed relief. Crystal
came out, smiling shyly. I kissed her as we passed in the
hall. She responded briefly, teasingly, then broke away.
When I came out, flaccid and frustrated, Crystal was starting
the next tape.



"You haven't missed anything yet, " she
said.

Her hand landed gently on my thigh as I sat.



We watched people go through their sexual paces again;
Crys was silent through the first part of the movie. She
was - somewhat clinically, I thought - just watching the
movie. She didn't say anything during the lesbian
scene, but it involved three women and strap-ons. No pussy
was sucked. Crys moved a little closer to me as a really attractive
woman began seducing a man. Before long, the on-screen
seduction had succeeded. Crystal idly stroked my chest
through my shirt. The scene involved extended foreplay;
before the video couple got past theirs, we were involved
in our own on the couch. I sighed as Crys removed my shirt
and started kissing my chest. She licked and sucked gently
on my nipples. Crystal pinned my arms down, kissed me gently,
then shut off the tape and TV.



Her hands were in my lap, undoing my pants while she leaned
against me, kissing me aggressively. One arm was trapped
by her body, and almost all of her weight kept me from moving.
Then I had a revelation; Crystal was emulating the seduction
we had just watched. Crystal's mouth, lips, and tongue
were playing down my chest. I stroked her back absently,
because she was still dressed. She tugged at my boxers;
I moved to let her remove them. I started to unzip her dress,
but lost any ability to concentrate when Crys slurped my
half-erection into her mouth. She sucked fiercely on it,
running her tongue around it, teasing the crown and rim
(and me). Finally, she took half of it in her mouth, her head
swirling above my lap. She pulled up, and rubbed my erect
cock gently. Crystal looked up at me and smiled. I smiled
back. Her hand slid easily along the expanded organ, setting
the nerve endings to flurry of intense activity. I had never
felt this erect in my life.



"Watch me, " she whispered, before resuming
her slow, sloppy, sensual blow-job.

I caressed her silky black hair as she thrilled me with her
mouth. Her eyes sparkled devilishly as she alternately
licked and sucked my cock. Her head descended slowly, and
the tip of my cock hit the back of her mouth. Crys hesitated,
started to go further, then abruptly stopped and pulled
her head back quickly, gasping, "Notyet."


Crystal ran her teeth around the tip, then engulfed as much
of it as she could in a swirl of black hair. I sucked in a lot
of air, and fought the urge to come.



I really wanted to warn her that I was way over the edge, and
I was going to come in gallons all over her. The only sound
I could manage was an incoherent gurgle; Crystal was bobbing
her head quickly, sucking gently on the top half of my cock,
while she jacked furiously at the base. I came. I had no idea
who I was, where I was, nor did I care. I whimpered at each
powerful contraction as wave after wave of pleasure surged
through my body, and I lost my sight. When it returned, Crystal
was looking at me strangely. I saw some come around her lips,
but none anywhere else, and soon realised that she had swallowed
as much as she could. I also realised that she had tried to
act out what she had watched earlier, and come pretty damned
close. A voice from far away queried hopefully, "Would
you kiss me?"

Our mouths met, tongues fighting for a long time. I was stoned
and out of breath after we separated.



"I've - ummmm... never done anything like that
before, " Crys said after catching her breath.

"It tasted kind of funny, but it's not disgusting
like I thought it would be."

She lay her head on my shoulder.



"Can I spend the night?"

"Ohhhhh... shiiit..."

I sighed.



"Crystal, you can spend fucking eternity here. That
was fantastic."

"Really? I - ummm - saw it in the movie, and I was...
kind of curious, y'know?"

Crystal snuggled against me, still dressed, and started
the video again. Thoroughly sated, I started to go to sleep
leaning against her. She kissed my forehead and cuddled
quietly, apparently content to let me sleep. I was completely
happy, Crys was holding me, I felt really warm and...



Crys nudged me, waking me up. She kissed me forcefully to
speed up the process, running her hands around my bare chest.




"You've been asleep for an hour. Enjoy your nap?"
she asked me after a while.

I had started to get hard again from her kiss, but there was
no need for me to be greedy. I slid onto the floor.



"You're still dressed, " I said, looking
casually over my shoulder.

The next sound I heard was a zipper. I felt the sofa cushions
move, and Crystal's dress hit the floor next to me.
The snapping sound indicated the removal of a bra, and she
hit me in the back of the head with it. I turned around quickly
and grabbed her panties; giggling, she wiggled to help
me pull them off.



"C'mere, " she purred.

I pushed her legs apart and dove in, nose first.



"Ohhh you're so kinnn-keeee, " was her
reaction.

After a pause while I kissed her thighs, she said, "And
so am I..."

She hiccuped in the middle of "I"; I brushed
her clit with my tongue.

I used long, broad, flat strokes around her inner thighs,
teasing her most sensitive regions.



"Ohhhh, l-i-i-i-ick it!"

Crystal protested.



I stopped to look at her with a grin.



"Lick what? Be specific, Cryssie, " I teased.


She opened her eyes, shooting flame at me.



"Lick - my - pussy , " she elaborated.

Crystal pushed my head toward her fragrant sex, then let
go. I took the hint and ran my tongue along the outside of
her labia. She sighed loudly, lazily running her hand along
my head. I pulled on her lower lips gently with my mouth,
tickling her soft black pubic hair with my tongue.



I worked at pleasing her, exploring her extensively with
my tongue, noting every little sigh and squeak she made.
I stopped to look at her, letting her come down for a few seconds.
When Crystal's eyes focused again, I resumed my loving
oral attentions. I took a long time in getting her to the
threshold before I put two fingers in her well- lubricated
tunnel. Crystal shuddered, and my fingers were massaged.
I tapped on the roof of her vagina and watched my girlfriend
have a massive orgasm. Her face turned beet red as she tried
to breathe, and her hips jerked sharply. No sound came from
her open mouth as I lightly thumbed her clit. (Bass players
have finger independence - with a little creativity, it's
very useful in sex.) Crystal grunted, then she squirted at me, orgasmic fluid
hitting me in the face with surprising force. I continued
my finger action until I was completely turned on, then
I let Crystal come down, slowly reducing the stimulation.




Cryssie's eyes fluttered for several minutes afterwards.
She lay sprawled across the sofa, arms and legs splayed,
completely limp, breathing heavily. She finally stirred
after about fifteen minutes.



"Ohhh - I'm sorry. Look at yooouuu..."
she whimpered when she came to.

She ran her hand across my sticky face.



"I didn't mean to - I'm really -" I cut
her off.

"Welcome to the world of G-spot orgasms, love. It's
not piss, so don't worry about it, OK?"

Crystal moved languidly, still drenched in afterglow,
so I just hugged her close. She gave me a peck on the cheek,
and we both went to sleep.



I took Crystal home late the next morning, only to pick her
up that evening. We went out to dinner, and she said that
she had a surprise for me afterwards. Crys asked me to take
her home after dinner; she had to spend Sunday afternoon
with her parents, and neither of us thought it would be a
good time for them to meet me. Some surprise, I thought.
We kissed goodnight when I stopped the van in front of her
door. I waited for her to get out, but she just sat there looking
silly. After a few seconds of this awkward silence, I had
to say something.



"Is something - wrong?"

"N-no. I-I-I just thought..."

Crys hesitated, obviously unsure of herself.



"Go ahead, " I urged, "you can always
talk to me."

"Would you - like - tocomein?"

So that was the surprise. Crystal must have expected me
to ask. I parked the van in a hurry. She was smiling when she
got out.



"Beth is gone with Scott until some time Monday. We
have the whole place to ourselves."

I followed her in. One of the walls in the living room had
a full-length mirror, but Crys pulled me to the sofa before
I could say anything.



"Ummm... I want to know if we're, like, an item.
I've done things with you that I wouldn't do with
anybody else. I'm a little - embarrassed - by it, and
I'm scared that you're just... taking advantage
of me."

"Don't be embarrassed about our sex. You're
just discovering your sexuality, and I've been really
happy to help. Geez, the picture of county boys you paint
is one of boring and insensitive assholes, " I said.
Looking at her, I said, "As far as us being an "item',
I have a question. Do you consider yourself my girlfriend?
If you do, then yes, we're an item."

That set off a passionate, slow necking session between
us that escalated into... foreplay. When I started to remove
her dress, she pulled away.



"Let's go upstairs, " she suggested,
standing up.

I leaned back on the couch and put my hands behind my head.




"Why? We could just stay here. After all, you've
done it in my living room."

I got an idea.



"Besides, there's a mirror here. You could find
how sexy you look when you come. You county folk just don't
let loose very often, do you?"

"If I were a real county girl, I wouldn't have
eaten your cum, and you would have had to spend five grand
on an engagement ring just to get a blow-job, " Crys
playfully countered.

She flopped back onto the couch. We picked up where we had
left off, and I took off her clothes.



"I want to doooo it with yoouuu, " Crys whimpered.


"Do what?"

I whispered, tonguing her ear. She moaned and unfastened
my pants; I had a very good idea of what she wanted to do, but
I couldn't resist teasing her. Crys rammed her tongue
into my mouth and ripped off my shirt. Much to my surprise,
little, demure Crystal very clearly replied, "I
want you to fuck me "till my nose bleeds. NOW."


She reclined, spreading her legs. I thought back to my original
idea.



"Let's go over to the mirror. Ah! No arguments. I want you to see why you're so sexy when
you come, " I cajoled. "I won't be able
to see past you, " Crystal complained.

Her hand caressed my stiffening cock.



"Trust me. Get on your hands and knees, facing the
mirror. And no, I won't put it in "back there."


Crystal complied eagerly while I put on a condom.



"I feel so kinky, Don, " she giggled.

I sighed. To Crystal, if you weren't fucking missionary
in a bed in the dark, it was kinky.



"Now, you just watch the people in the mirror, "
I counseled as I entered her doggy style.

Crys was extremely wet, surprising me. She was as hot for
me as I was for her. She moaned softly as my cock slid all the
way in, and the feeling was indescribable, even through
latex. Cryssie's eyes fluttered and drooped; the
feeling was good enough for her to forget the mirror. I pulled
out.



"Do county girls fuck on their hands and knees?"


I whispered.



Crystal rocked invitingly.



"Shut - up - and - fuck - me, " she hissed.

I did as I was told, re-entering her slowly, but completely.
I grabbed her hips, and slowed her rocking, pumping at her,
coming almost completely out of her with each stroke before
pushing slowly back in.



"Ohhh... you're teeeasing meee, " she
whined.

I watched her face contort; she licked her lips, closed
her eyes, and bit her lower lip as she thrust back at me. She
looked like she was about to explode, and I hadn't even
touched her detonator yet. I started stroking around her
honeypot, making Crys bounce urgently against me a few
times. I pushed all of my cock into her, grabbing her and
holding her in place. Then I ran a finger from her belly button
straight to our intersection, a path that went right down
her clit.



"NNGHH!"

Crys snorted and froze, except for tuning fork vibrations
that I could see and feel. I looked at her reflection; open
mouth, closed eyes, intense sensation written all over
her face. My dick got harder inside her and I fought to hold
my ejaculation off. Crystal sighed after a bit, rotating
her hips as the tension left her body. Surprise flashed
across her face when she realised I was still erect inside
of her.



"You're definitely no county boyyyyy, "
she moaned.

"You look so good when you come, " I whispered,
slowly moving my hips back and forth, pulling out before
re-entering with each stroke.

She started to move in unison to me, making me stay inside
her pussy. Crystal's eyes popped wide open all of a
sudden. I saw her focus on the pair fucking doggy style in
front of her. She watched the mirror, and became involved
in her own seduction as she watched me watch her watching
us fuck. It was a feedback loop; I got excited by her glazed,
attentive, hungry concentration and moved with more urgency.
This stimulated Cryssie more and she responded by gasping,
moving faster, and paying deeper attention to us in the
mirror. It made her look even sexier and I pumped harder...




"Make - meee - come! I want to - seee!"

Crystal panted, bringing me back to Earth long enough to
pinch a nipple and finger her clit.



"OH! YES! FUCK!" she yelped.

She bucked, I bucked, we grunted and panted ferociously,
driving at each other, lust-crazed. I forgot all about
the mirror and watching as burst after burst flamed through
my cock, soaking it in its casing. Crystal's internal
convulsions frantically milked me, making me shiver.
When it was over, I collapsed on the floor, panting. Crystal
removed the spent rubber and tossed it uncaringly into
a corner. She lay next to me and kissed me.



"I-I've never watched myself before. You were
right. It was really great. Thank you, " she said
quietly. " You looked kind of funny though, "
she giggled.

I was too stoned to care, and just lay, silent, enjoying
the feel of her body against mine.



" Now can we go upstairs? It's getting kind of
cold down here."

I struggled to my feet and followed my girlfriend to her
bed, where we slept quite heavily. Nasty Girl; Bad Girl
I went home late that morning, since she was going to "do
the parent thing."

We spoke to each other by phone each day that week. Cryssie
said she'd be at the gig on Friday, and would see me then.
The band was cooking halfway through the first set when
Crystal walked in. Heads turned. She was wearing a short,
tight black dress, and had tied her hair, which she was apparently
letting grow, into a long, silky, black ponytail. I was
surprised enough to lose my place for a measure on "Cross
Cut Saw".

Even Pam was looking at Crystal. I watched guys hit on Crys
for the rest of the set. I had never seen her so - sexy . Before
she had been the demure little deb who tried to get you to
notice her. Now she was dressed to thrill, daring any man
to ignore her. When I finally made my way over to her at break,
there was one guy next to her, and she was laughing quietly
with him.



"Hi there, sexy, " I said quietly as I got to
the bar.

I stood next to her on the other side. The guy shot me a look
that said I was in his territory.



"I'm glad you noticed, " she replied.


Crystal turned to the guy. She said, "Steven, this
Don, my boyfriend."

I watched Steven's hopes collapse in milliseconds,
and the light of interest that had been in his eyes suddenly
went dim. He left the club immediately, mumbling. Crystal
smiled at me, obviously aware of what she had done. She stood
up and leaned against the bar, giving me a peck on the cheek.
She surreptitiously nibbled on my ear.



"Am I sexy tonight?" she whispered.

She casually dropped her hand, and fondled my cock through
my pants. I turned to face the bar a little more directly.
Nobody could see what she was doing, but if she continued,
it would be obvious on stage.



"I got all sexy for you..."

"Not now! I've got to go back to work in a few minutes!"


I whispered urgently at her. Her eyes laughed at my discomfort
and shyness; Crystal had managed to reverse our usual roles.




"Just wait until we get finished here, " I said.


"You look hot tonight."

We shared a short, wet kiss before I went back to work. Scott
and Beth arrived during the next set, and Scott looked at
Crystal much longer than he had to. I could see him appraising
her new look. Cryssie didn't wait for me to leave the
stage, arriving just after we finished the last song of
the set.



"They want me to go to Bangers. At the Wharf. There's
a party with a bunch of people from work. They came to get
me. It seems that I've been missed by my supervisor, "
she sighed. "Career advancement?" I asked.


Crys nodded.



"Then go . We'll have fun tomorrow, " I
said.

"But damn, you look great tonight."

She gave me a kiss, then mumbled something about goddamn
office politics well out of Scott and Beth's earshot
before leaving. Crystal returned at closing time. I was
surprised, but very happy to see her. She was a little grumpy.
She explained that some of her coworkers had got the wrong
idea about the way she was dressed, and one of them refused
to accept that she hadn't done it for him. End of the
party for her. He had a black eye. I gave her a brief neck massage
in the van, and kissed her gently. Then I tickled her, and
Crystal stopped being grumpy.



"Sleepy?" she queried as I brought the last
piece of equipment in.

I shook my head. She grinned, "Good. I wouldn't
want you to fall asleep after I dressed up for you."


I chuckled, then pulled her close for a long, wet kiss. As
usual, this started some foreplay, and the clothes wound
up on the floor after a few minutes. She caressed my chest,
and I rubbed her ass. Stroking my face lightly, Cryssie
said, "Would you do something for me?"

She paused, looking into my eyes.



"I'd like to try something tonight."

So this was why she had dressed so sexily. Curious, I said
yes. She pushed me down to the sofa, and started a blow-job.
She lewdly slobbered all over my rapidly enlarging organ,
licking and sucking it to full rigidity. She stopped to
get her purse, and produced both a rubber and a tube of K-Y.
I looked at her with - I don't know what I felt right then,
to be honest, but disgust wasn't among the candidates.

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