Jonas was very attractive. He had dark skin and a bald head. He was huge though coming in at 6’5” 300lbs. I think he was a defensive end for the team.
Seconds after the guys took their seats, a server arrived at our table to take everyone’s order. I thought David could eat a lot. After a while the food arrived and there was no room on the table for mine and Stacey’s dinner. They all ordered three different entrées. John was no joke either. He had enough to feed himself and Stacey.
I watched the guys eat with amazement. While they ate, they discussed the game and the start of the new season.
“I think Brody is going to get cut before the regular season starts,” Jonas said shoveling more food in his mouth.
“Either him or Michaels. They can’t let the quarterback get sacked like that,” David added.
Eventually the conversation landed on me. Tim who had been staring at me the whole time finally asked the question I knew was on his mind.
“So what are you?” he asked licking his fingers.
“I’m human,” I said smiling.
David and Jonas laughed.
“You know what I mean. Are you black or white or…what?”
I leaned back in the booth and smiled.
I get asked this question quite often. Most people have a hard time telling what race I am. I didn’t think that it mattered. Stacey wanted to know when we first met yet she was too afraid to ask.
I put her out of her misery and told her about my parents. My mother is black and my father is white though I never knew him.
According to my mother he didn’t want his conservative parents or his wife to know that he was messing around with a black girl on the side. What more evidence would there be than a baby. He wanted her to get an abortion and she refused.
That is when she decided to pawn me off on her husband who didn’t necessarily want kids. That led to problems that I could not begin to explain nor would I want to.
“I’m mixed black and white,” I said taking a sip of my drink.
“I knew you had some black in you, I just didn’t know what else.”
Stacey started to talk about the upcoming football season changing the subject. I silently thanked her. I was afraid the next question would be about my parents and I did not want to talk about them.
I started to focus on my food and listened as Tim started to tell crazy locker room stories that involved the three men at the table. I listened intently until I felt a hand on my knee. I was wearing a skirt so the cool hand on my bare leg was a shock.
I looked up at Jonas and he smiled at me licking his lips. I looked around to see if anyone noticed. They were all engaged in their conversation.
His hand began to travel further up my leg. For my own female decency I should have removed his hand but it had been a couple of days since I had a man in my bed. I had to admit I was pretty horny and that clouded my judgment. That always seemed to happen come to think about it.
I opened my legs a little further to grant him access. I tried to look normal and stifle the gasp that tried to escape from my lips when his fingers reached my soaked panties. He stroked my pussy through my panties for a minute until I could not take it anymore.
I gave him my most seductive look carefully though. I didn’t want anyone else to notice what was going on between us. He smiled and I motioned toward the bathrooms. He caught on and I excused myself grabbing my purse and walked as calmly as I could toward the restrooms.
When I reached them, I turned to see if he followed me. I was not disappointed. His big strong hands pushed me into the men’s room. There was an elderly man inside washing his hands. When we burst through the door he quickly dried his hands and rushed past us.
Jonas hurriedly looked under every stall before he grabbed my hand and pulled me into one. It was a wonder how we both fit in there. I hung my purse on the stall door and immediately grabbed for him.
We instantly began to kiss and his tongue fought furiously to find mine. When they met it was electric and I just could not help myself. I placed my hand on his bald head and delighted in stroking it.
His fingers began to trace a path up my thigh and under my skirt. We continued to kiss as he slid my panties to the side with his finger and plunged them inside of my wet pussy. He shoved three fingers in stretching me. My breath caught in my throat as large fingers fucked me.
“You like that baby. You like daddy’s fingers in your pussy?”
I’m not sure how he thought one fuck session constituted him being called ‘Daddy’. Men just always wanted to be in control. I normally would have something smart to say but I decided to give him a pass for the moment.
His fingers in my pussy felt amazing!
“Oh,” I said reaching down to undo the buckle on his belt.
“Oh, you want daddy’s dick,” he said fueling his own ego.
He didn’t need any help from me.
I finally fought in this cramped space through his belt, zipper and boxers to release his dick.
Needless to say, I was not impressed. I’m assuming he had to sacrifice something to gain in other areas. I tried to hide my disappointment as I stroked him.
“Mmm…,” he moaned.
The bathroom stall was too small for me to do what I wanted so we continued to kiss and stroke each other. Suddenly he tried to maneuver me until he was on his knees and I had one leg propped up on the toilet. I had to take my panties off in order to accomplish this.
He used this position to get up close and personal with my pussy. His tongue was warm when it parted my dripping slit.
I threw my head back banging it on the wall of the stall. I didn’t really care. He may have had a small dick but his tongue made up for that.
He hungrily lapped at me. I was so amazed at how hard he was going to make me come. Suddenly he stopped and tried to stand. He was like a bull in a china shop banging around in there.
When he was finally able to stand he turned me around and angled me across the toilet. My skirt was up and my panties were on the floor.
I stopped him.
“Wait, do you have a condom?” I asked.
He sighed.
“No. I just ate your pussy. I’m not worried about you having anything.”
I laughed.
“So what! I’m worried about you having something.”
He let go of me obviously frustrated.
“Look, I’m an athlete. I get physicals all the time. I’m clean!”
Like, I was going to take his word for it.
I turned back around and reached behind him for my purse hanging on the hook. In a zippered pocket inside I had a stash of condoms that I carry around with me.
“Good thing I come prepared,” I said smiling, handing him the condom and resuming my bent over position over the toilet.
I heard him opening it up and struggling in the tiny space to put it on. When he was done he didn’t hesitate to easily slide his tiny dick into my warm and wet cunt.
I barely felt a thing.
Yet he was pounding away. Though his dick was small, he was huge and his pounding kept knocking my head into the wall.
After a few minutes, I felt him grip my ass. He came hard moaning so loudly I was afraid someone from the restaurant would come running in believing someone was in danger.
He pulled out and removed the condom. Without a word I squeezed past him, grabbing my purse, opening the stall door and exiting the bathroom.
I left my panties on the floor.
Outside the bathroom I composed myself, straightened my clothes and made my way back over to the table.
When I returned, I wondered if anyone was suspicious. Stacy and Tim were talking. She was once again telling embarrassing stories about David.
It seemed everything was alright until I noticed David staring at me. His steel blue eyes were looking my body up and down. I could feel that he knew. We locked eyes and he raised one eyebrow. There was a hint of anger in his blue eyes.
; I looked away and tried to join into Stacy’s conversation. Jonas returned to the table still looking a little flushed.
I tried to ignore the look David was giving me.
Dear Diary,
I would have bet money that David Castor and I would never be anything but friends. I would have bet my entire life’s savings on that one.
It was easy to take that bet when he was a 14 year old kid. At that age, he was like a brother to me. I never saw him as much more than a friend and Stacey’s cute little brother.
Then he started to come into his own. It was hard to deny that he turned into a strong sexy man. His blue eyes when trained on any woman could melt their heart and their resolve.
I always thought that I was immune to him even when his young boy teasing turned into grown man sexual innuendos.
I had to be immune. I didn’t want to ruin a good thing. Sex could do that. Most people were not like me. They couldn’t separate sex and emotions.
In this case, I didn’t know if I could either especially since I already loved David. I loved him like a brother but was afraid that it was growing into something more.
I loved being around Stacey and her family and I knew Stacey would not approve of a relationship between David and me. It didn’t help that she knew my track record for cheating on men.
If I let David break me, I could lose what I had with his family. Love and affection. Something I never had at home.
Yet it seemed that no matter how hard I tried. I thought a little less of him as a brother and more about making him mine every day.
I could see now that he was not that same 14 year old boy I met 10 years ago. He was a strong, sexy, rich and powerful man.
I guess I wasn’t as immune as I thought. I’m glad that I didn’t take that bet. I would have lost a whole lot of fucking money.
-H
Chapter Two
The Sun was bright today beaming down on the side of my face. I regretted my decision to eat outdoors. The umbrella covering the wooden table was not helping very much.
I was starving and the server was taking forever to bring our food. I was rubbing my hands on my pants like I always do when I am anxious.
It was my birthday and it always made me uneasy when this day came. It always brought back bad memories. My parents never gave me anything, and thus I never felt like I deserved anything. However, late at night when my mother was sleeping, my stepfather had a special gift for me whether I wanted it or not.
Stacey and David wanted to take me out to eat to celebrate. That was all that I ever let them do. I was not really into birthday celebrations. It was just another day to me.
However, if they insisted on buying me lunch, I would not turn them down. Besides, they always let me pick the restaurant. I always picked my favorite deli that had the best sandwiches.
Stacy and David were engrossed in a conversation that I paid no attention to. The sounds of their voices were drowned out by the sound of my stomach growling.
“Geez girl you sound like you have two lions fighting in there.” Stacy said laughing.
I patted my belly.
“I know. I didn’t eat breakfast. I had client files and other things to do this morning.”
I have been working hard lately trying to get more business for our company.
You see, Stacey and I are not just close friends. We are also business partners. After college and grad school, we became business partners starting our own interior design company.
Our business has had some minor successes. It was enough to support us, yet we were still looking for that big break that would put our business on the map.
For her it wasn’t such a big deal. She had a doctor for a husband that helped support her and her son on top of a brother that played pro football and would do anything for his sister and her family.
I on the other hand was doing this alone so I needed this business of ours to pick up the pace fairly soon. I’m not saying they didn’t help me when I needed it. It was just not something I was relying on these days. I didn’t take very kindly to charity. I didn’t want to owe anyone.
David stared at me with one eyebrow raised.
“Work pulled you away from food?” he asked suddenly breaking out in this arresting smile.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked.
“I’m just saying nothing tears you away from food,” he replied.
“Are you calling me fat?”
Stacy laughed patting me on the knee.
“No. He is not calling you fat. Are you David?”
He just shook his head focusing his eyes on his glass of water. He knew he had fallen into dangerous territory.
Just then, the server returned bringing us our food. He sat down my BLT sandwich and a refill on my sweet tea. He continued to stare at me and almost dropped the tea in my lap while he gaped at my breasts.
I looked up and noticed him glaring at them.
I didn’t think that I was wearing anything skimpy. It’s just hard to contain these girls sometimes.
He sat down Stacy’s and David’s food still with his eyes trained on me.
“Is there anything else you need or anything I can give you?”
I raised an eyebrow.
David spoke up.
“I think she’s good,” he said giving him his most intimidating stare.
The guy was about to walk away. Then he did a double take at David.
“Hey, aren’t you David Castor.”
David smirked.
“Yes.”
Stacey and I laughed.
“Can I have your autograph?”
David smiled and the guy handed him his notepad and a pin. David signed it.
“Thanks!” he said walking away clearly overjoyed.
Stacey and I burst out laughing again.
“Why does Hannah always attract the weird looking dudes?” David said digging into his last meal.
Seriously the man had a boat load of food. He ordered a double cheeseburger with fries, another order of fries, onion rings, Buffalo wings, house potato chips, mozzarella sticks and jalapeno poppers.
My mouth hung opened as I stared at his “lunch”. With a mouth full of burger, he nudged his head at his mountain of food.
“You want some?” he asked.
I shook my head laughing.
“No, I’m fine over here,” I answered.
He replied taking another bite of his burger, “Suit yourself.”
We continued to eat a little in silence for a while until David broke the silence looking over at his sister.
“So how is the business going?” he said licking his fingers.
Stacey swallowed the last of the food she was chewing and looked at her brother smiling.
“We’ve been doing well,” she lied sitting back in her chair.
It was a bold faced lie. We were far from doing well.
“Actually, we’ve had a few dry spells,” I chimed into the conversation.
Stacey tends to sugarcoat things when in truth our clients’ or rather new clients were drying up.
Stacey shot me a look. She didn’t like it when I suggested to her on various occasions that maybe David could send some business our way. He knew people with loads of money and large houses that needed our special touch.
She had a problem with accepting help from her little brother and she reiterated those feelings to me using her eyes.
I ignored her look.
“You know I was wondering if you had some acquaintances you could swing our way,” I stated taking a sip of my sweet tea.
Stacey just sat there arms folded across her chest with a strand of blonde hair in her face.
David smiled and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“I was wondering when one of you two would ask me,” he said.
I looked over at Stacey and smiled. She rolled her eyes at me. I just shook my head. She’ll get over it I thought. As soon as these million dollar clients started rolling their m
oney into our bank accounts, she won’t care who introduced her to them.
“Of course I could drum up some business for you,” he said patting his sister on her knee.
“I would do anything for my big sister.”
His big blue eyes turned to me. He had a devilish grin on his face.
“As for you, what do I get in return?”
I arched an eyebrow.
“You get the appreciation and gratitude of your sister and her best friend,” I said folding my arms across my chest.
“I guess I can settle for gratitude…for now,” he remarked winking at me.
Just then a cell phone rang. We all reached for ours.
“It’s mine guys,” Stacey said quickly exiting from the table.
David used the opportunity to flirt with me.
“So, how do you plan to show this ‘gratitude’?” he asked munching on a mozzarella stick.
I smiled rolling my eyes.
“By not kicking you in the balls right now,” I replied smiling.
He laughed and then looked at me seriously.
“Let me tell you what I really want you to do with my balls…,” he began but was not able to finish the sentence.
Stacey returned to the table looking distraught and very upset.
“What’s wrong?” I asked very concerned.
“It’s Jonathan,” she said in a huff.
That was all she had to say. I shook my head. Stacey’s six year old little Jon, whom she had right after college, was always in trouble. He drove Stacey crazy. She doesn’t believe in spanking which I totally respect. However, she needs to believe in some form of discipline before she raises a repeat offender.
“What did he do now?” David asked.
“He was fighting again!”
I could tell she was beyond frustrated.
“I have to go pick him up. Come on Hannah.”
Shit! I forgot Stacey was my ride. My car is in the shop for the gazillionth time and she has been my ride until I can get all the repairs made. I could have gotten a rental car but as I said, business isn’t doing as well as I would like.
I looked down at my plate that was barely finished.
“Wait…I didn’t finish my birthday lunch!” I began.
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