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“Three minutes,” he says without turning around to face me. “Then I’ll know if I knocked you up.”
“I already told you, Michael. Ican’tget pregnant.”
But I can’t be sure of that. I just assumed I couldn’t get pregnant. Maybe I’m wrong.
Chapter Thirteen
Michael
Twelve Years Ago
Myra seems nervous. I’ve gone down on manymanywomen before her and I know I can please her with my tongue. Does she doubt my skills because I’m just some white guy? Maybe she found a boyfriend since I last asked her about it. But Myra’s not that kind of woman. She wouldn’t be here with me, allowing me to get on my knees for her if there was another man in her life.
I’m almost too old to act this reckless, but Myra tempted me from the first day she walked into the old library. My fingers trail along the tops of Myra’s thighs and I hike her skirt up over her thighs to expose her panties. Damn, this woman is thick. I don’t know the last time I’ve touched a woman this thick, but it must have been early on in my college days.
I lost my taste for chasing after random women during my early twenties. Myra got me up off the bench. My fingers trace the outside of her panties and as I stroke the fabric, I can feel how wet Myra is. I press my head close to her mound and give ita soft kiss, provoking a dramatic squeal from Myra as she yanks her body away from mine, pressing her back against the wall.
“What’s wrong?”
My knees sink into the pavement as Myra wraps her hands around the front of her torso, blocking me off from those tight panties sinking into all her creases.
“I’ve never–
“Been with a white guy?”
That would be pretty typical for black women around Buffalo. They’re loyal to “their own”. I don’t care about the skin color of who I stick my dick in, except right now I find myself very much intrigued by Myra’s skin tone. She’s a nice, medium-brown color that makes me strangely hungry for her.
She’s both plump and bottom heavy, with a nice round ass that spills over the sides of my hands whenever I touch it. I can’t imagine how good it would feel to smack that ass or watch it bounce around my dick. Myra snaps me out of my dirty fantasies about her.
“I’ve never been with a guy… period.”
I look up at her like an idiot.
“You’re twenty-six.”
I sound like an idiot too. But this woman is the thickest I’ve handled in a very long time, and I can’t believe she made it to twenty-six years old without having a man touch her. It’s not like I think she’s lying. I just… don’t believe it.
“Thank you, Michael. You read my file.”
“No boyfriend?”
“No. I have a graduate level degree. I don’t need a boyfriend.”
“I didn’t say you needed a boyfriend.”
“But you have to give me that tone like I’m somehow damaged for not having one.”
Myra pulls her skirt down over her panties and panic surges through me. I can’t let her pull away from me now when I’m so close to getting past the walls she insists on having between us despite all the time we spend together during Cosima’s lessons.
“Don’t pull away.”
I grasp Myra’s hips and pull her back against the guest house wall. She looks down at me in utter confusion. I’m on my knees, but she feels her utter loss of control around me. Myra might hate me, but her panties wouldn’t be wet if she wasn’t attracted to me. I can feel her desire for me despite her inexperience.
“I can’t give you what you want.”
“Do you know what I want?”
I pull her skirt up again and Myra whimpers as I kiss the top of her stomach. I’m so close to breaking past her panties.
