Forward by Gary Clark
The following Interracial story is 100% true and written by a friend of 
mine.  I have been asking her to write it for almost a year.  Following are 
the first four chapters.  Please post your comments as she is very 
interested in what you think about her story.   Send comments to 
garyclark5@hotmail.com

LAUREN'S STORY

Chapter One
California
We met while I was at a Medical Conference in Atlanta several years ago. I 
saw him across a crowded meeting room; a light skinned black man that had 
the looks of a movie star. He was a tall and well built. I could tell from 
his posture and mannerisms that he must be the man that I had heard a few 
other ladies talking about in the bathroom. It was not long before I made my 
way over to him. I introduced myself. "Hi, my name is Lauren. He smiled. I 
work for the American Heart Association. Have we met before?" Okay, I knew 
that was an old pick up line but I really had the feeling I knew him. "No, I 
do not believe we have. My name is Ronald Rushton.  I work for Stanford 
Medical Center in California". I looked at his nametag and it said, "Dr. R. 
Rushton". After our introductions, I found out he was there as the speaker 
for the night. I looked in my brochure after he walked away and I saw his 
picture and read his bio. He was an AIDS research expert with years of 
experience. He had written several medical textbooks being used by some of 
the best professors in the country. He had received a lot of his education 
in Europe.  The speech was captivating. I never lost interest once. After 
the lecture and meeting was over he walked up to me and another lady I was 
talking to and joined in our conversation.  That night we ended up talking 
for hours. By midnight and several drinks later we divulged more into our 
personal lives. He was married to a women five years his senior whom he met 
while in Europe, that from all accounts only loved his money, but could take 
or leave him. I was in a marriage in which I was miserable. Married to an 
attorney afforded me a lot of things. In fact everything a person could ask 
for, that is except the physical needs a women at my age needed. My husband, 
ten years my senior viewed me as a trophy wife. I knew our marriage had 
potential but he had become so self involved that I was left neglected. I 
had grown tired of it and was contemplating a divorce. I found it so easy to 
talk to Ronald. His eyes lit up and even sparkled when he spoke. His teeth 
we perfect and when he smiled I could tell he had a warmth to him that I had 
not seen in a while. At the end of the night we exchanged work numbers and 
email addresses.

After returning home, I found things to be the same. I knew something had to 
give. Over the course of the next few months Ronald and I kept an email 
friendship up. Everyday we exchanged long emails. Finally after I felt I 
could not take my home life anymore, I put in a request for leave to my 
employer for eight weeks. I emailed Ronald to tell him I was going to fly to 
St Croix for a couple of weeks and I would talk to him when I got home. It 
had only been five minutes since hitting the send button before my phone 
rang. It was Ronald. "Lauren", he said. "It is Ron. I hope you do not have 
your mind set on St Croix, because I have another offer for you". I perked 
up a little and asked "Oh really, like what"? He proceeded to tell me that 
he owned a little condo type beach home in California that is about an hour 
away from where he works and he would not mind at all is I came out there 
and stayed for a while. He said it would be very private and that way I 
could do some deep soul searching. "No strings attached at all", he added. I 
thought for about three minutes and said, " YES, I would love it".

Once in California, Ronald met me at the airport and drove me to the beach 
house. I was surprised at the simple beauty of the little cottage style 
home. His wife, he explained had taken their daughter and her mother to 
Europe for the summer so there would not be any interruptions or 
explanations needed. "She does not care for the beach too much" Ronald said. 
"She only bought it, I think to drain my pocket book and so she would be 
able to say she owns a beach home". He laughed out loud at his comments and 
those beautiful teeth shined. Once my bags were unloaded he said his good- 
byes and told me he would come by after work on Monday to check on me to see 
if I needed anything. "Ronald, wait a minute", I said as he was turning to 
leave. I walked over to him and hugged him. "Thank you, friend. This means a 
lot to me". He held on to me for a few seconds and for some very strange, 
reason I felt slightly excited by his touch. "STOP IT", I thought to myself. 
That is not what I came out here for. He released his hold of me and grinned 
and said "See you in a couple of days".

I was lying in bed that night trying to go to sleep, thinking about Ronald 
and the emotion I had for him when he hugged me. It was odd for me to feel 
this way. I had not thought of Ronald as anything other than a friend up to 
that point not to mention that with me being from the south and having been 
raised in the utmost southern way, the idea of white and black races being 
attracted to each other was too far off my beaten path.


Chapter Two
Dinner Guest

Monday arrived faster than I thought. Sunday had been a blur of unpacking 
and organizing things and of course a little R and R on the beach. Ronald 
had stated he would be by after work so that left me wondering if he would 
be here before or after dinner. I decided to be on the safe side I would 
cook extra. I chose grilled shrimp, potatoes au gratin and asparagus for the 
menu. I was just about to finish a bottle of blush zinfandel when I heard 
his voice. "Hello!!!", he yelled. "Come around to the patio", I yelled back. 
He came through the gate and flashed that beautiful smile. Be still my 
restless heart I thought to myself. He was wearing navy colored gym shorts 
and a white muscle shirt. He obviously worked out before he stopped by. "Hey 
you" he said. "Hi", I replied. "I cooked enough for an army if you would 
like to stay and eat."   "Are you kidding", he said. "With my wife gone for 
the next month or so, I will take any offer you feel free to make." I 
blushed at the bold statement he made and he noticed. "Oh Lauren, I am 
sorry, I did not mean that the way it sounded. I just meant that I would not 
turn down any home cooked meals." I laughed and shook my head and finished 
taking the shrimp off the grill. The music from the house was playing loud 
enough to vaguely hear it outside. He kept looking at me with this look I 
had not seen from him before. He told me I looked pretty and that red was a 
good color for me. I had a red sundress on. I looked him over without 
noticing I was doing so and said, "You look really good to me too." Oh 
bother, did that not sound desperate or what? As I brushed past him he 
grabbed my hand and asked me if I would like to dance. I nodded yes. As we 
were dancing he pulled me closer to him. I did not resist. I could feel the 
muscles in his arm as he held me. He leaned back and looked at me and said, 
"Lauren, you are a beautiful women. I am not sure why but you are affecting 
me in a way that I cannot explain." I looked down as not to make eye contact 
until I could think of the right response to that comment. He grabbed my 
chin and tried to kiss me. I pushed away and walked into the house. Oh my 
god what am I doing. I wanted him too. But this was not what I needed right 
now. What am I suppose to do I asked myself. I heard him come up behind me 
and touch my waist. "I am sorry if that made you uncomfortable, I will not 
try again." I looked up at him and as if I did not have any control over my 
action reached out and put my arms around him. "Hold me Ronald", I 
whispered,  " I am not sorry you tried". He pulled me closer, so close that 
I could feel the effects of his excitement through his shorts as he pressed 
his pelvis against my stomach. We began dancing slowly across the room until 
I had reached the back of the wall in the living room. He gently pushed me 
back against the wall, leaned down and began to kiss my neck. I had ever 
been intimate with a black man. He knew exactly how to touch me. His touch 
was unreal and I knew from that moment what was going to happen. He was on 
one knee now as he kissed my stomach. My heart was pounding in my throat. 
What am I doing? He rubbed my legs softly, his tongue softly licking circles 
around my belly button. I began to move my hips in a way that let him know I 
approved. I wanted him. He reached under my dress and removed my panties. I 
sighed slightly as his hands moved down my thighs. Still on one knee, he 
lifted my left leg and placed it over his shoulder. Slowly and deliberately 
his tongue made its way to my wanting and waiting pussy. I was already wet 
from the anticipation of what he was doing. He began licking my clit. "Oh 
god, Ronald"...I whispered. I could hear him utter, "Do you like that." "Oh 
yes,,,I love it". I replied. My hips moved in the rhythm of his tongue. My 
cunt was swelling and I could feel the pressure as his tongue pressed harder 
against it. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes and moaned louder. 
"Don't stop.oh god. oh god..yes.. ohhhh,". I could not help what was coming 
out of my mouth.  He then slid two fingers inside me as his tongue massaged 
my clit. It was almost more that I could stand. "Oh shiiiiit, Ronald, 
YESSS.FASTER.please...please.oh yes!!!" He was licking me like you would an 
ice-cream cone as his fingers jabbed in and out of me faster and faster. My 
juices were flowing freely and were beginning to run down my leg. He stopped 
from time to time and licked it off my leg. "God Lauren you taste good.damn 
baby, you taste soooo good." He leaned back slightly and I caught a glimpse 
of his cock. It was HUGE. I had never seen a black cock before and to be 
honest I thought the size of black cock was over dramatized but I knew 
differently now. I was breathing heavier and heavier and I could tell I was 
about to cum. I did not want to cum this way. I wanted to cum with him 
inside of me. I pushed his head away, and in a desperate voice told him, "I 
want you to fuck me, Ronald. I want you now." With that he stood up and all 
in one motion lifted me so that I could wrap my legs around his waist as he 
pushed me down onto his erect cock. It would not go all the way in at first. 
"Oh baby, you are so tight," Ronald whispered to me. I could feel the head 
of his huge cock entering me.  He was pushing me slightly against the wall 
as he pushed himself deeper and deeper into me. I used my legs to lift 
myself up and down on his huge member and with each downward stroke I eased 
him further inside of me.  He was so strong and he used his strength to lift 
my 118-pound frame as if I was a small child. You could hear the sound of my 
fluid as his dick pumped in and out of my pussy. Our rhythm was perfect. He 
began fucking me harder and faster and with each stroke I moaned louder. He 
was big. A little too big for me and it hurt when he pulled me down hard. 
The base of it was rubbing against my clit, which was driving me insane with 
ecstasy. I glanced up at his eyes and I could tell he was enjoying this as 
much as I. "Oh yeah Lauren that's it baby", he said as I began to move 
faster, my breast bouncing up and down as I moved. His hands gripped my hips 
so hard as he slammed himself into me that I was sure I was going to have 
bruises.  Oh god.ummmm..ummmm...yesss I felt a warm sensation come over me 
and I knew I was close to cumming. "That's it, Lauren .cum for me.cum for 
me.yea baby do it" he said. I began to breath heavier and heavier the closer 
I got. Ahh ahh ahh...oh yessss Ronald FUCK ME I screamed. just then my cunt 
began to spasm and my whole body went in to an orgasmic convulsion. "I am 
cummming. Oh god yesssssss". My legs tighten around his waist trying to slow 
him but he didn't. The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks and for a brief 
moment it felt as though I as going to explode. OHHH GODDDDD!!!!!!! Just as 
the wave began to pass I could feel his movement quicken and his breathing 
got faster. "OH SHIIIITTTT!!!!!" I heard him say through clenched teeth. He 
was cumming..I moved up and down as his hands guided my hips. He was ramming 
it all the way in. God it hurt. I whispered to him, "yea baby, come on.oh 
yea.......god you feel sooooo good....don't stop". I could feel his hot wad 
of cum as it shot out into me. His body jerked and his movement slowed.  His 
body began to relax, as did his grip on my hips. After he came he pulled me 
close to him, kissed me and helped me off of him. He smiled at me and said 
"You are wonderful, Lauren." "You are too" I replied, almost embarrassed.  
He kissed me softly and asked if he could shower.

After we both had showered we devoured the dinner I had cooked. We lay in 
the hammock out back afterwards sipping wine talking about some of our 
sexual preferences. I told him that I was very submissive by nature sexually 
and that I enjoyed being made or told what to do. I shared with him that I 
loved role-playing. This seemed to really turn him on. He told me of some of 
his secret desires, which intrigued me as well. One of our fantasies that we 
both had was role-playing the "intruder" scenario. Something we both had 
never done but wanted to.  We began discussing what had previously 
transpired between us. I reminded him that we were both married and that we 
had to be very discrete about it. "Lauren, I do not know how you feel about 
it, but I do not want this to be a one night stand." I would like for us to 
be together again. I grinned and kissed his forehead and told him we would 
just have to see about it. He slapped me on the ass and got up. " I have to 
go, I have to be at the hospital at 7 am". I told him I understood that I 
had to get to bed soon to because I had a big day planned for tomorrow on 
the beach drinking wine coolers all day. He laughed a big laugh. I walked 
over to him and hugged him tight and told him I enjoyed our night. As he was 
walking out the door, he stopped and looked at me and said "you are so 
amazing, Lauren. you really are", and he turned and left. Wow, he thinks I 
am amazing. It had been a long time since anyone thought I was amazing. I 
went to bed that night thinking about those words. It was not long before I 
drifted off into a deep sleep.


Chapter Three
Fresh Air

The super market that was just one block away always offered the best 
selection in fresh fruit. Everything from papayas to mangos to granny smith 
apples to the most beautiful cherries you have ever seen. In the two and a 
half weeks that I had now been living in Ron's beach home I had gotten use 
to the sort walk every morning. It gave me a chance to meet a few of my 
neighbors, which lived down the beach a bit. Since the first sexual 
encounter, Ronald and I had since been together several times. I was getting 
use to him coming over in the afternoons after work but I worried that the 
routine may become habit and you know what they say about habits. they are 
hard to break. On my way back from the grocery and my morning walk I noticed 
from a distance Ronald's car sitting in the front of the house. When I 
walked up the steps to go inside I saw him sitting on the front porch swing. 
"Hey babe, why are you not at work today", I asked. "Where have you been 
Lauren!" he replied. I was a little taken back by his forwardness. " I 
walked to the store just like I do every morning.why?" He stood up and took 
the sack from my hands and walked inside without saying anything. I followed 
behind. "What's wrong Ronald"? "Nothing", he said, "I was surprised when you 
were not here and it scared me. Anyway, I took the day off and wanted to 
know if you wanted to spend it together." I said, "Sure, what do you have in 
mind"? "A drive up the coast. ", he replied, "but before we leave, Lauren I 
have a request". "Okay", I said. "When ever I am around I want you to wear a 
skirt or loose legged shorts without any panties on. I never want to walk in 
this house and find you with any on. "God Ronald, that is a bold request" I 
shot back, "Any reasoning in your bizarre request"? He looked me dead in the 
eye without a smile and said "I want to have immediate access whenever I 
want it, so please do as I asked". I went to the bedroom and sat on the bed 
for a second thinking about what he said. I get it! He is playing into my 
sexual fantasy of being controlled, that's it. Whew, I thought he was going 
off the deep end. When I came out of the bedroom I was wearing a thin light 
cotton mini skirt and spaghetti strapped white shirt (no panties). He smiled 
and asked me if I was ready to go. "Whenever you are".

Ronald had a baby blue convertible Mercedes. The sun felt great as it beat 
down on my shoulders, the wind blowing in my hair. I loved this. After we 
had been driving for quite some time Ronald leaned over and kissed me. 
"Lauren, I have enjoyed the time we are having with each other. You are like 
a breath of fresh air to me." As well as you are to me Ronald," I said. A 
few moments passed as he began rubbing my leg he said, "Lauren, I want to 
see your pussy. Show it to me, now". I was a little shocked but turned on at 
the same time. "Okay baby". I leaned the seat far back and put my right leg 
on the dashboard, lifted my skirt and exposed to him my shaved cunt. "Touch 
yourself, Lauren" Ronald said with a stern but soft voice. I began to rub 
myself. God, what a turn on it was. I loved him watching me masturbate. I 
rubbed slowly and watched him as he glanced at me between times of watching 
the road. I really began to get into it. I could tell Ronald was too. I 
could feel an orgasm building but the sound of a horn from an oncoming car 
made me jump. Ronald had been watching me and not the road and had swerved 
into the other oncoming lane of traffic. "Baby, you are going to get me 
killed," he laughed. "There is a park about 10 miles up the road. I brought 
a blanket. We can get out and find a secluded place if you want." I would 
love that, I replied.

The park was more of a nature trail but seemed to have very well maintained 
walking paths. We waked for over a mile when we saw a clearing off to the 
side. We got off the main path and made our way to the place we had seen. On 
the other side of the clearing was a bluff of different trees and bushes, 
which ran along a small stream. It was very private. Ronald laid the blanket 
out on the ground and took his shoes off. I walked down to the little stream 
and splashed around for a few minutes. The water was freezing, but I loved 
the way it felt running between my toes. It reminded me a little of home. 
There is a creek I use to go to all the time as a child with my family and 
we would put a watermelon between a couple of big rocks or stumps in the 
water and let the cold water run over it while we swam and played. By the 
time we were ready to cut it the meat of the watermelon was ice cold.  I 
stood in the middle of the stream and wondered if anyone had ever done that 
here. "Hey baby, come here," I heard him call moments later. I walked back 
over to where he was. God, what a beautiful man. He was so cute. His eyes 
sparkled. They melted me every time he looked at me. I was beginning to 
think I was smitten with him.  He was lying naked on the blanket with a hard 
on. His huge black cock was standing straight up and looked as intimidating 
as usual. He was rubbing himself slowly and gazing at me. He had a hungry 
look in his eye that I had seen before, which drove me crazy. "There is 
something you have not done and that I want from you." Ronald said. 
"Anything you want baby" I said. "I want you to suck my cock". I want you to 
crawl on your knees to me and beg me to let you suck me." I loved this. I 
did as I was told to do. I knelt down and crawled very slowly toward him 
until I was in between his already spread legs. I looked at him as a child 
that had been scolded looks at her daddy, pouting. "Please, sir, can I suck 
you, pleeeeease, I promise it will me good and if it's not you can spank me. 
  I saw him grin and then he nodded yes. I had never given a black man a 
blowjob. I was very nervous. When I got closer to him and put my face close 
to his cock, I whispered,  "talk dirty to me baby". He reached down and 
grabbed my hair, pulled it hard and said, "Now suck it bitch". He pushed my 
head down onto his dick, by my hair. Being that I am into light pain, this 
was a huge turn on. I took the head of his cock in my mouth and began to 
lick it softly. He placed his arms behind his head and uttered, "That's it, 
you slut, that's it." I began to take more and more of it in my mouth and as 
I did I could feel his member growing larger and larger. I relaxed my jaw 
and began to swallow his cock. I pushed it deep down my throat then pulled 
it out all the way to the end as my lips milked pre-cum from the tip of the 
head then all the way down my throat again. He yanked his hands from behind 
his head and put them on my shoulders. "God Damn, Lauren, how in the fuck 
are you doing that". I took it out of my mouth and licked my lips and smiled 
at him and said, "Do you like it". "Like it, he replied, I fucking love it. 
No woman has ever done that to me before." "Good, now I have a request for 
you", I said.  "I will do anything as long as you keep doing that," he 
begged. I told him I wanted him to let me lay down on my back and with him 
over me I wanted him to fuck my mouth. He did as I asked. He had his hands 
on the ground above my head. One knee was on the ground while his other foot 
was on the ground on the other side of me. He was fucking my mouth faster 
and faster. "Oh yea bitch, that's it. Suck my black cock, you fucking 
whore." " I bet you like black cock now don't you?" His words excited me so 
much that my juices were dripping down between my ass cheeks. With one hand 
I reached down and touched my self and lubricated my middle and pointer 
finger. I let my fingers linger there and play with my clit. I was so wet 
that as my fingers moved around and around the tip of my pussy I could feel 
the cum oozing from inside me. I took my fingers away and reached between 
Ronald's legs and as I was still being mouth fucked I began to fondle his 
rectum with my wet finger. I circled the outside edge of his asshole while 
barely inserting the very tip of my finger. He moaned "oh yeees" and began 
to move his ass toward my fingers. I inserted my middle finger all the way 
into his rectum and began massaging the inside of his rectal cavity. "Oh 
goddddddddddd yeeeeeeeeeeees, he moaned louder. His moans caused me to have 
a spontaneous orgasm without any stimulation. I sucked him faster and deeper 
as I pushed my finger deeper and deeper. My finger was fucking him in the 
ass faster and harder. His moans we incredicably loud and for a brief moment 
I was sure that anyone walking within a mile would hear him. I took the 
other finger I had lubricated and began to insert it very slowly also. 
"Ughhh", he grunted slightly "Do you want me to stop," I asked   "noooo" he 
said so faintly I could barely him, "just be easy at first".  Once I had 
both fingers in I began to move them slowly in opposite directions, making a 
come here motion inside of him. I was sucking his cock faster and faster as 
my fingers began to massage faster.  "Fuuuuuuuck yesssss, fuuuuck fuuuck 
fuck", he was grunting. His arms began to shake. As I was fingering him I 
moved my pelvis up and down in a fucking motion, which made the sensation 
even stronger for me. I had another orgasm. All of a sudden he yanked his 
cock out of my mouth and took my arm and pulled it way from his ass. He 
grabbed my arms and with much force threw me onto my knees. With his big 
hands he grabbed my ass and pulled it up. And with enough force that it 
shoved me forward, face down onto the blanket; he rammed his cock deep into 
my pussy from behind. "Take it bitch, oh yea..ohhhhh" he moaned. He was 
killing me. It felt as though the inside of my cunt was splitting wide open. 
He was fucking me so hard that I could feel the bruises as they were 
forming. "Fuck yea, ummmm, oh godddd, you like it rough don't you slut", he 
said as he was slapping me on the ass way to hard. His cock was hard as rock 
and hammered me harder and harder. With each thrust I was knocked several 
inches away from him but his hands grabbed tighter and tighter and rammed my 
hips back onto his relentless cock. His swollen balls banged against my cunt 
as he continued his rage. Tears began to well up in my eyes, but yet I did 
not want him to stop. I could feel his breathing as he reached climax. He 
tightened his grip on my hips as he unleashed his hot load of cum deep 
inside of me.  He was so far inside of me I could literally feel the 
pressure in my chest. It was a huge wad, and I could feel his cock shooting 
the stream of cum into my pussy.  "SHITTTTT!!!!!!!" He screamed. He came for 
what seemed like forever. Afterwards he collapsed on top of me. He lay there 
breathing heavy for while. I could feel his dick as it began to retract. My 
pussy was throbbing in pain. I ached all over. My chest was heaving from 
being so out of breath. He had spread my legs so far apart while he was 
fucking me that the joints in my hips popped when he finally relaxed. My 
hips and ass, where he had grasped and slapped me were still stinging.  He 
pulled my face around so that he could see it. He saw that I had tears in my 
eyes. "Oh my god Lauren, did I hurt you?" I could not speak yet. I was still 
in shock. I had never been fucked so hard in all my life. I nodded no, 
knowing that was a lie. He rolled off of me and pulled me close to his 
chest. "Lauren, I am sorry, I lost control. I have never in my life 
experienced anything like what you just did." Between you taking me all the 
way down your throat like that and the other thing you did, it was more than 
I could stand. You are unreal woman. It was the most euphoric moment. I 
guess I lost my senses for a second." He began to rub my breasts softly. 
"Please forgive me". I finally spoke. "Ronald, don't be sorry, it's okay, I 
understand." He ran his hands down my waist to my hips and when he got to 
the place where he had been gripping me, I flinched. He looked down and saw 
his hand print. "Damn baby, I really lost it didn't it?". "Forget it", I 
said. "I enjoyed it too, but maybe next time take it a little bit easier." 
After a while the hurting was gone and the softness of his hugs made me 
forget all about it.

We lay there for a long time after that talking about more fantasies we had. 
"What is the kinkiest fantasy you have," he asked me. "Hummm, let me think a 
second" I said. "Well there in one thing that I have had fantasies about 
before, but I know it is a little odd". "I could never be a lesbian because 
I do not like eating pussy, but I have always tried to talk my husband into 
having a threesome with a female that would eat me while he fucked her." 
(Husband..husband...wow, I had nearly forgotten I was married) This caused 
me to shift into a different mood. How could I forget about my husband? I 
got up and told Ronald I was ready to leave. "Is something wrong?" he asked. 
"No, I am just ready to go back and, " I replied. "Anything you want baby". 
With that we made a quiet journey back to the house.


Chapter Four
What Dreams May Come


Jackson was the perfect husband for the first year or two were married. He 
was every woman's ideal husband, which caused me to be the envy at many a 
party Tall, dark, handsome and successful. He had taken care of a few legal 
matters of mine, in which during that time he tried to be strictly 
professional. It was not long however, that I had seduced him into 
submission. I wanted him from the moment I met him. We slept together behind 
the backs of the big wheels at the firm where he worked. A few months later, 
at a luncheon, he was offered a big job that would take him out of private 
practice, and more into a corporate setting, not to mention a life style 
well above the one he already had.  The story is told that the offer was 
made by the president of the company on a lunch napkin that he slid to 
Jackson across the table. He came to my house at three in the morning in the 
pouring down rain, intoxicated, banging on my door. When I opened the door 
he told me the story, but said that he had told the guy that he would have 
to discuss it with his fiance. "What fiance?" I asked him. Jackson took my 
hand, got on one knee and proposed to me standing in my door. We had a huge 
wedding and I began living the life of a prominent attorney's wife. The rest 
was history, with the exception that about two years after we were married 
he began his climb up the corporate ladder and forgot about my needs 
including my need for my own career. He pleaded with me to quit and stay 
home. But after a while of my constant resistance he gave up that argument 
along our bed. But there was something about Jackson, even through the hard 
times that always made me remember how much I loved him. Until now, I had 
never considered leaving him.

As I lay in the bed thinking about the night he proposed I could almost feel 
the way he made love to me. His hands inside my thighs. Panting from being 
so out of breath with passion. The way he laid on top of me almost 
smothering me as he ever so gently glided himself into me. The slow 
deliberate moves that he made. His warm soft touch. The way he would pull it 
almost all the way out then moving in microseconds push deep inside again.  
I began to feel tears roll down my cheeks as I thought of him and I heard 
myself say out loud, "Oh Jackson, I love you." The motion stopped. I opened 
my eyes and looked up. Ronald was looking down at me. Oh my God, I was 
dreaming. "Jackson!" he exclaimed. Ronald jumped off the bed and yanked his 
shorts on. "You didn't even know it was me you were fucking". "Ronald, I am 
sorry. I have had home on my mind all day today and I guess it carried over 
into my dreams. I am so sorry. Please forgive me. You are a wonderful lover 
and I care about you very much. But I have a lot to deal with when I get 
home." "You are still planning on returning Lauren?" Ronald asked. Well, of 
course I am. I cant live in your beach house forever and I have a career 
waiting on me baby", I replied. I got up and walked over to him and tried to 
calm him down. I could tell he was still mad. "This is what I have been 
trying to avoid Ronald!", I said almost shouting. He gazed at me for a 
minute, grabbed his t-shirt and left. I sat up the rest of the night 
thinking about what had just happened.

When morning came I picked the phone up and called Jackson. The call went 
really well. He began to cry when he heard my voice. He begged me to come 
home. I promised him I would be home at the end of the month. Four weeks is 
not that long. He reluctantly agreed to understand. Before hanging up he 
asked me if I would please consider giving "us" another chance. I told him I 
would know in four weeks. He asked for my phone number as to where I was 
staying and I told him that the temptation to call me would be too strong 
but that I would call him back in a week or so.

Right after hanging the phone up with Jackson, it rang again. It was Ronald. 
"Whom were you talking to"? He inquired.  I told him no one. He apologized 
for leaving the way he did earlier and asked if I wanted him to come over 
that night. "I will bring Chinese takeout", he bribed. "Sure,
come on over", I said.

Dinner was nice. We never mentioned what had happened that morning. Some 
things are better left undiscussed. We lay in the couch holding hands and 
kissing. He ran his hands up the back of my shorts to feel if I was wearing 
any panties. I wasn't. He patted me on the ass and said "Good girl".  I was 
on top of him. I looked up at his eyes and asked him, "Ronald, I hope that 
this is not getting difficult for you". He put a finger over my mouth and 
replied "Lauren, you have a few more weeks here, and I understand that, but 
until the time comes for you to leave I just want to make you happy and 
maybe fulfill a fantasy or two of yours and to be quite frank pleasure 
myself with your company was well. Fair deal?" "Fair deal", I answered. He 
hand was still holding the cheek of my ass. I could feel him becoming erect 
as he fondled me. I was so tired from being up all night the night before 
that I could not gain the strength to become equally aroused. My body fell 
limp on his chest. As I was drifting off to sleep I wondered what fantasies 
Ronald was talking about.

The next morning he was gone but there was a note laying on the bed next me 
that said: You have a date tonight. Wear a sexy dress, (and remember no 
panties). I will pick you up at 7:00 sharp. BE READY!!!!!  Love, Ronald. 
What did he have planned? The only sexy dress I brought with me was really 
short and I was scared that if we went to a public place to eat then I would 
give everyone a great shot of my crotch. Oh well, I will do as I am told. I 
took all afternoon getting ready. I wore my hair up in a French twist and 
put the dress on. It was a tight red little number that hugged my body like 
a glove. The shoes were high and matched the dress perfectly. All of a 
sudden I got nervous. I could not get the thought out of my mind that Ronald 
was really going to surprise me with something tonight. What could it be 
though? Even though I was very attracted to Ronald physically, over the past 
few days he seemed different to me. More possessive in a sense. At 7:00 I 
heard his car pull into the drive. It was show time.

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