My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man)

by Skye, Lena

  He continued giving me what I wanted. He was like an animal, pounding me with hard fast strokes. I let him take me, and he took me to new heights of pleasure.

  Another orgasm ripped through my body. As I started to scream into his shoulder I felt his body start to shake. He thrust his way into my body and held his position as the cum surged out of his body.

  It took us several minutes to recover from the encounter. I straightened my dress, but couldn’t find my thong anywhere. I looked through the alley until I realized that it had been kicked into a pile of rotting food.

  “Do you want me to get it for you?” My gentleman asked.

  “No, I don’t think I want it anymore.”

  “Do you want me to take you home?” He asked.

  I smiled at him, it was my flirtiest grin. “Only if you come with me.”

  He moaned again. “Of course, love. I would love to see you’re flat. I’m warning you however, that you may not get any sleep tonight.” He told me.

  “What’s a flat?” I asked him

  “An apartment, darling.” He laughed at me again. It was the same gentle laughter he had always used with me. That gentle laughter let me know that he was amused by my confusion but that he didn’t think that I was dumb for not knowing about the language that he spoke.

  They say that we both speak English, but the truth is that Americans and British use entirely different words. It shocked me about how differently we talked. I felt like an idiot a lot, but I was also learning a lot. I appreciated the chance to learn about how he lived, and the words that he used.

  **

  I didn’t know how he would respond when he saw my place, but his eyes sparked at the sight of my place. “This is a lovely place.” He told me.

  “It’s nothing fancy,” I admitted. “But it’s a roof over my head.”

  “It’s amazing. Who decorated for you?” He felt like he had to ask.

  I looked at him like he was crazy. “I can’t afford to hire someone to decorate for me. I did this myself.”

  He turned and kissed me. “I would love to see the rest of the place, especially the bedroom.” His eyes twinkled with suggestion.

  I decided to tease him a little. “Let me give you the grand tour. This is my living room; it’s where I do most of my living. Here is my couch.” I reached over to pat the couch. I felt like a fool, but for some reason I was nervous about this situation. This was the first time he had been in my home and it was so modest compared to the fancy hotel he was staying in. I didn’t know how much he would like my place so instead I focused on talking about my amazing couch. “I do a lot of work here in the living room. I sit over there with my laptop.”

  He walked up next to me and pretended to be in awe over the couch. “It is quite lovely.” He then walked over to my easy chair, “but I like this chair more.”

  “I also work in the bedroom a lot.”

  “I can’t wait to see that.” He winked at me.

  My mind raced over the dirty clothes on my bedroom floor and I changed the subject. “I love this couch.” I was being honest about it. “Not only does it look good, it is extremely comfortable.” For some reason my mind wandered to when I found the couch used at a small second-hand shop. It had looked brand new, but was actually within my budget. I couldn’t tell him about that though.

  He sidled up to me as I was talking. He wrapped his arm around my waist, and leaned over to whisper into my ear. “Mimi, if we don’t get to the bedroom soon, I’m going to take you right here.”

  “Ohhh,” I responded to his honestly. “I might have to take you up on that.”

  He bent me over the end of the couch and took me right there. I loved every second of it. I let him take control, just like he had every time we made love. I was still in my dirty dress, and with no panties it was very easy for him.

  It wasn’t long before we had finished making love for the second time that night. I realized that I no longer considered our sex just sex. Somehow over the past three days we had started making love.

  I excused myself to shower and change. For the first time since I had broken up with John I didn’t miss him in the shower. When I finished with a hot shower and came out of my room in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He looked at me in awe. “I’ve never seen you wear anything other than a dress. You look absolutely lovely with your hair down. “ He was staring at my body and it was making me a little nervous.

  “Thank you.” I could feel the temperature rising in my cheeks. “That’s really nice of you to say.”

  “Nonsense, it’s the truth. You are a truly beautiful woman.”

  I had to change the subject. “Would you like a drink?” I asked him.

  “Of course, what do you have?”

  I walked into the kitchen and looked into my fridge it was scarily bare. I didn’t want him to see it that way. “I got some beer, cheap wine, and pre-mixed margaritas in the freezer. I also have some water and soda. What would you like?”

  “I’ll take a pint.” He told me from the living room.

  “A pint of what?” I had no idea what he was talking about. The only pint I had was ice cream in my secret stash. I hadn’t mentioned that to him. I wasn’t willing to give my ice cream to this Englishman that I just met. Some things were just too far. I smiled to myself at my own stubbornness. I was willing to share my bed and feelings with him but not my ice cream.

  “Beer.”

  I looked at the labels on the bottles. None of them were a pint. “All I’ve got is 12 ounce bottles. Is that OK?” I asked him.

  He chuckled again. “That will be fine, Mimi.”

  I brought out two beers and pulled out my church key. Popping open the bottles I handed him one and sat barefoot and cross-legged on the couch. “So what do you think of my place?” I asked him.

  “It is absolutely lovely.”

  “I like it, it isn’t very fancy, but it suits me just fine. To be honest I’m more comfortable living like this, barefoot in a pair of jeans.”

  “Really, I think it’s a lovely way to live.” He was smiling. He looked happy and comfortable, leaning back in an easy chair with a beer in his hand.

  He took his first sip of the beer and got a strange look on his face. “Is everything OK?” I asked him.

  “It tastes a little strange,” he looked at the label. “I’ve never had this brand before.”

  “That’s because it’s cheap American beer. People don’t drink it because it tastes good. It’s like coffee and acquired taste.”

  “That explains it.” He continued to drink his beer, but I had a feeling that it was only to make me happy.

  “I can get you something else.” I offered weakly.

  “No, love, this is fine.” He told me. He was very careful not to hurt my feelings about having the cheapest beer on the market. “I want to know you better. When will you be free to meet with me again?” I could tell that he was trying to take my focus off of the beer.

  “Yeah, I’m pretty sure I can make the time.” I joked with him, giving in to the change of subject. “Do you want me to order take-out?” I asked him.

  “I would like that very much.”

  “What do you want to eat?” We decided on Chinese and I ordered from my favorite place. This time I ordered for him and got a large spread of choices. I had them put it on the card they had on file and came back to the couch. My lover was looking through a woman’s magazine that sat on my coffee table.

  “Enjoying yourself?” I asked him.

  “Yes, apparently I am girlfriend material. I am very relieved. I thought that I was never going to be in a lasting relationship”

  I laughed at his joke. “It’s silly I know, but I love those magazines. My girlfriends and I can laugh all night long about them. They do occasionally have good fashion tips.”

  “So what else do you do for fun?”

  “Not much, watch TV and hang out with friends mostly. I spend a lot of time working.” I explained.

  “
Sounds pretty comfortable.”

  “I never thought of it that way, I guess that it is.” I smiled about my simple life. “We go out sometimes, but only once every couple of weeks. Mostly we hang out here though.”

  “That sounds lovely.”

  “I have to go check my emails.” I walked out of the room and he followed me. I checked on my business interests and realized that he walked over and looked over my shoulder.

  When the food arrived a few minutes later we enjoyed our meal. I put the leftovers in the fridge. It was very ordinary night. We made love in my bed and fell asleep in each other’s arms. In the morning I let him sleep in and started working. I was hoping to get a lot done before he got up.

  He woke up at nine in the morning. Propping himself up on his elbow he looked at me sitting at my desk, “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to get some work done so I have more free time tonight.” I explained.

  He climbed out of bed and started to pull on his pants. “How long do you need?”

  “Hopefully, I’ll be done in about four hours.”

  “Then I will return in five hours. I’d like to go to Coney Island, will you join me?’

  “I love Coney Island!” I exclaimed.

  “Wonderful. See you soon.” He kissed me on the cheek as he buttoned up his shirt. “I don’t want to leave, but you need to get some work done.”

  “If I could afford to, I wouldn’t do it.” I explained.

  “I understand.” He was so patient. “I’ll see myself out. Get as much done as you can so I can monopolize all of your time.”

  I laughed. He walked out of my apartment and I was struck by the emptiness of the space. I brought my laptop to the bed and tried to work surrounded by his smell. It was the most work I had gotten done all week. I was able to concentrate and I got ahead on several of my projects.

  #Chapter10

  “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

  Maria

  I dressed a little better for the trip to Coney Island. I packed a large purse with a swimsuit and sunscreen and was waiting for him when he arrived. We climbed into the cab together and made out on the way to the biggest tourist attraction in New York City.

  We held hands as he took in the sights for the first time. He was in awe of the boardwalk. We played games at the arcades and ate those wonderfully fattening junk foods from the carts. It was a wonderful day. It was so romantic to sit on the beach and watch all of the people.

  We changed into swim suits and enjoyed the ocean. Splashing him I obviously put revenge into his mind. He reached for me and dunked me under the water. I wasn’t going down easily and I resisted him. “I’ll take you down with me.” I shouted victoriously.

  “Never!” He fought to get me under the water.

  We tangled and wrestled in the shallow water. After an hour of play we changed back and went back on the boardwalk.

  I rushed to the rides and got tickets for the roller coaster. We screamed together on the drops and held hands when we were climbing the hills. All in all it was amazing day.

  It was getting dark when I saw him check a phone. I didn’t even realize that he had a cell phone. He never pulled it out around me. I guess that nobody ever really called him or maybe he keeps it on silent when around me. ”Damn,” he said.

  “What?”

  “My flight leaves in two days. It was a reservation reminder.” He didn’t look happy about it, and it struck me like a bag of rocks upside the head.

  “Damn is right.” I wasn’t ready for him to leave yet. I started to miss him a little already.

  “I know, but put it out of your mind. We’ll enjoy our last days together.”

  When I got home that night, our love-making was tempered by sadness. It was slow and we held each other. We made out and savored every moment that our bodies were entwined. It was slow, and we made love for hours, the slow and steady motions that our bodies made were perfectly in tune. I had no idea that we could be so much in touch with our feelings. Each orgasm had a sense of fatality to it, like an amazing thing was going to end.

  I cried after he fell asleep. I didn’t want to lose him, not this early, not like this. I couldn’t believe it, but I was starting to fall in love with this man. I hugged my knees and sobbed as silently as possible. I watched him breathe next to me in my bed and mourned his loss before he was gone. He stirred a little and reached out for me. His hand rested on my leg and he sighed and settled back down happily breathing in and out.

  He left the next morning after we woke up and let me get to work. I shuffled in and out of emotions like an eclectic play list. One moment I was crying, the next moment I was happy that he couldn’t hurt me like John had. I didn’t get a lot of work done because my mood wouldn’t stay still. It was a frantic day of emotional highs and lows. He called me later and I told him that I needed to get some emergency work done and couldn’t meet with him. I didn’t know how to face him with these emotions running through my body. They were interfering with my entire life. I spent the night working hard and heavy I worked until my fingers cramped up.

  The next day, he called me first thing in the morning and asked if I would like to see him later that afternoon. I thought about it long and hard until I realized that this would be my last night with him. I could not let the last night with him go to waste. I told him to come over and rushed to shower and put some food in the house. The grocery store was packed with other people as I bought some champagne and strawberries. They weren’t the fancy things like we had on our first night, but they were enough to bring up memories of our first night together. I also bought some shrimp and noodles to make shrimp pasta for him tonight. I finished up my shopping and got back to my house. I didn’t plan on going out tonight so I wore a nice bohemian skirt and anklet. A decent white tank finished my outfit. Twirling in the mirror I thought that I looked nice.

  At that moment my buzzer went off. I let him up to the apartment and he came in with a beautiful bouquet wrapped in cellophane in his hand. “Where do you want to go tonight?” He asked me.

  “I have no idea, you’re the visitor and what would you like to see the most?”

  “I’m looking at her.” He smiled at me and handed me my flowers. They were a dozen of the most beautiful red roses I had ever seen. The arrangement was complimented by three stargazer lilies. I had worked on a website for a local florist recently and knew that the stem prices of these flowers were rather large.

  I dug out a vase and put the flowers into water. “That’s so sweet.” I told him. “but flattery will get you nowhere.” I lied.

  He walked up behind me and helped me with the roses. His arms covered mine as we filled up the vase. I loved every second of this domestic bliss that happened at that moment. It felt so natural.

  We spent the rest of the day and all night in bed, tangled in the sheets we rolled together. The sheets were soon kicked off the bed and we stayed together in bed only leaving to take care of eating and using the restroom. It was exhausting and romantic and wonderful. We didn’t talk a lot because we knew that it would be a very sad goodbye.

  **

  In the morning we quietly dressed and walked down to a waiting car. I told him that I would take him to the airport and say good-bye, but I felt myself dreading the moment that he stepped up to security. After that moment he would be gone from my life. Probably forever.

  No matter how painful this was, however, I had to do this. I had to see this relationship to its inevitable conclusion. No matter how much I loved him, long distance relationships never work. We would fade out of each other’s lives, but the memories would not fade so easily. It was a nightmare that started as the best dream in the world.

  I realized at the moment that we got out of the cab that I loved him. He checked his luggage and we had a little bit of time before he had to catch his flight. It was the saddest moment in my life. We sat down for lunch at a small café in the airport. I cleared my throat.

  “Is there something
wrong with your food?” He asked me, obviously concerned and ready to flag our waiter down.

  “No, it’s not that. It’s just…” I let my sentence trail off.

  “I know. I don’t like it either. ” He whispered. He was honestly letting me know that he loved me. I appreciated it, but it wasn’t changing anything. I hated the timing of this conversation.

  “I-I think I love you.” I stuttered through the words.

  “Well....I love you too.” There was a tear in his eye as he spoke. He didn’t like to say good-bye any more than I did.

  “I don’t want you to go.” The tears were welling up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe that I was telling him this, when in less than an hour he would be gone from my life.

  “You could always come to London.”

  “I would love to.” I didn’t know if I would have the money for a vacation any time soon.

  “I will call you when I arrive. We’ll figure something out.” The promise sounded a little empty. I wasn’t sure if it sounded that way because of my hopelessness or because it was actually empty. “I will definitely come to visit again soon. I hope we can get together then.”

  “That would be great.” I forced a smile, trying to make his last couple hours in the States pleasant. “I’m glad you enjoyed your trip.” It sounded so hollow when I said it. What I really wanted to do was beg him to stay here with me. I wanted to drop down to my knees and tell him that I couldn’t live without him. I wanted to ask him to stay with me. I wanted to tell him he could live with me and we could stay this happy together forever, but I knew it was a silly dream. He couldn’t stay, and I couldn’t do that to him. I couldn’t put that burden on him. He had a job and a life back in London and I couldn’t ask him to give that all up for me.

  Our conversation was quiet and pained. We fought our way through our meal, but it was tempered by a painful good-bye. When we finished eating he paid for our meal and took his carry-on bag into the security point. I waved from the gate as the removed his shoes.