27 comments/ 63546 views/ 22 favorites As Different as Black and White By: JustLikeEwe Chapter One: Really? "Really? I mean yes! Sure. Either Friday or Saturday would be great." That was Diane's answer in the parking lot of Applebee's, as we stood by her car while a gentle mist began to fall. "Friday then?" I asked, and when she nodded, I stood there awkwardly for a second before extending my hand. Diane's hand came up to meet mine - tiny white fingers that looked even smaller as they disappeared into my enormous black hand. Her hand was moist, but mine was too, and after a brief handclasp, on impulse I lifted her hand and bent down and kissed the back of it. "Thank you," Diane said softly, and while I had bent over, took the opportunity to bounce up on her toes and give me a peck on the cheek. She got into her car and we waved to each other before she turned the ignition and drove away. I jogged over to my car, which was located at the other end of the lot, as the mist became a sprinkle. I hardly felt it, because I was floating on air. All because of a peck on the cheek from a woman I had only met a few hours ago. * Chapter Two: Proof. "This happens all the time," Diane had said earlier in the evening as she took her license out of her wallet and gave it to the server, who had requested proof of age after Diane had ordered a glass of wine. That didn't surprise me all that much, since the woman sitting across the booth from me was very young looking, and they do have to be careful about who they serve alcohol too, but what I didn't expect was the reaction of the waiter after he looked at it. "Oh gee, I'm sorry," he stammered after glancing at it and hurriedly handing it back before running off to get our drinks. "What was that all about?" I asked. "I guess he doesn't like to proof women old enough to be his mother," Diane answered. "Huh?" I said, confused. "See?" Diane said, holding up the license for me to look at. "Wow!" I said, momentarily stunned. "I would never have guessed." "What, you mean about the height?" Diane quipped. "Well, I lied about that. I'm really 4'11", but that sounds way worse than 5 foot, so I fibbed a bit." "You know what I mean," I said, still shaking my head at seeing the birth-date. "You don't look anywhere near 44. No wonder he proofed you!" "I guess I should be happy about it." "I don't know how you'll take this, but you're older than I am," I informed Diane. "I was born in December too, but 20 days later." "Uh-oh," Diane said. "How do you feel about older women?" "So far, so good," I opined. "I guess by your reaction to seeing me that you weren't given a complete description." I gathered that from her initial reaction as she walked into Applebee's. I had recognized her right away; a petite woman with short blond hair and hazel eyes who was craning her neck around, trying not to look like she was looking for someone. When I had waved tentatively and caught her eye, I saw a look of shock on her face as I rose up to greet her. She recovered quickly, but it was something I noticed and wanted to mention. "Well, I was told you were about my age and you were tall, dark and handsome." "I guess you weren't told exactly how dark," I suggested. "No, not exactly," Diane said. "If that's a problem for you, I understand." "No, it's not a problem for me," Diane replied. "Out of curiosity, would you have come here if you knew I was black?" "I think I would have, but to be honest, I don't know for sure," Diane said, and I appreciated the frank response. "I assume you've never dated anybody other than your own race." "Uh - I've never dated anybody - period," Diane admitted. "I married my high school sweetheart, and we were married for twenty years until he divorced me 18 months ago. Since then I've been pouting and moping." "I know the feeling," I said, having lived a similar life until being cheated on for the last time on Christmas Eve past. "Actually, I did go on a date last month," Diane confessed. "I got set up on a similar date by somebody else at work, only the guy never showed up. Probably took a look and didn't like what he saw." "His loss," I replied. "Well, at least you were here," Diane concluded. "And you were just as advertised. Tall, dark and handsome. The fact that our matchmaker didn't tell me how dark, or how tall, doesn't really matter now." * Chapter Three: Not my type. I have to admit that Diane was really not my type of woman, at least from a physical standpoint. My wife had been a full figured woman, and before we married - and that seems like forever ago - I was usually attracted to women that had a greater physical presence. When you're a man of my stature, the thought of being with a woman Diane's size never crosses your mind. When she had approached the table I was sitting at, we were at eye-level with each other. Then I stood up. So that was likely part of the reasoning behind Diane's reaction to me. She hadn't expected her tall and dark blind date to be a 6'7" 265 pound black guy. Fair enough. As for myself, when I first saw Diane, my initial reaction was that I was having a joke played on me. Everything about our being together was comical, and the pairing of a very big and very black man and the very petite and very white woman was as classic study in contrasts as you could find. After a half hour, I was changing my mind about the woman sitting across from me. She was very shy, but as the nervousness faded, she became more outgoing. She had the most infectious laugh, and she became even cuter when she did, because of the tiny dimples that formed. I spent the majority of the evening trying to think of who she reminded me of, until it finally hit me during dessert. * Chapter Four: Peter Pan. Pater Pan. This perky and impish girl reminded me a great deal of the movie character of the same name. Diane was 4'11", and couldn't weigh 100 pounds soaking wet. She wasn't so much skinny as she was tiny. A cute little figure on her, to be sure, but I was having trouble picturing us together in an intimate way, although that didn't keep me from trying. We exchanged marriage war stories for a while, and it appeared that we had similar spouses. Mine always wanted me to be someone else. I didn't want to be out clubbing and bar-hopping, listening to rap music with a bunch of stoned idiots and thugs. My idea of a good time was a jazz concert or a night watching a movie in front of the fire. "That sounds nice," Diane said after listening to my idea of a good time and finding another common ground. "I don't like to go out like I did when I was younger either. My ex never got out of that mindset. Plus, all he ever wanted to do was have sex." "Is that a bad thing?" I asked. "It is when he wants to have it with anybody but you," she said with sadness. "Been there - endured that," I said, echoing that emotion. They practically had to throw us out of the restaurant, and I couldn't believe how the time had flown. When I finally asked her if she wanted to go out again, she sounded delighted that I wanted to see her again. As for me, I couldn't wait. * Chapter Five: All that jazz. We went to a movie that Friday, and while the movie wasn't much, Diane's company was excellent. She must have enjoyed being with me too, because when I asked her if she wanted to go out the following Friday, she seemed very happy to accept the invitation. Diane called me up one night during the week as well, and when I first heard her voice, I assumed that she was calling to break our date, but as it turned out she said she was thinking about me and just wanted to talk. Talk we did, for almost two hours. We had a delightful dinner on Friday night, and afterward I took her to this little jazz club. We sat at these little tables with candles, and sipped martinis while we listened to a trio play. Diane looked beautiful, and I continued to look at her in a different way. She was wearing a nice blue outfit with a skirt that showed off her legs, which were shapely and as petite as the rest of her. Inside the jazz club, where it was a little warm, she took off her blazer. She was wearing a white sleeveless blouse, and I was quite taken by Diane's arms, which were very toned. Her skin was creamy smooth, and her forearms had a little sprinkling of the palest blond hair imaginable. Diane's breasts appeared quite small - obviously no surprise - but that was fine with me. The night was slightly marred by a comment from a "sister" as we were leaving. It was directed at me, and I ignored it, but Diane had noticed the woman say something to me, so when we got outside and got into my car, she mentioned it. "Was that a friend of yours?" she asked innocently. "You could have stopped to talk if you wanted." "No, she was no friend of mine," I assured her. "Never saw her before, but she didn't like the company I was keeping." "Me?" "Not you in particular, but this," I explained, touching the back of her hand and the stark difference in pigmentation. "Oh." "I'm sure you'll catch some of that yourself," I mentioned. "Not so far," Diane said. "If I do, too bad." "For the record, I like the company I'm keeping very much." "Good," Diane said. "Me too." I took Diane to her apartment complex, hoping for an invite in, but was not surprised when we ended up on the steps of the entrance. "I had a wonderful time," Diane said. "I loved that band." "They were good," I told her. "Maybe we can go there again sometime." "I'd love that!" Diane said happily, and went up a step. "See? Now I'm as tall as you, almost." "I guess that would make it easier to do this," I replied, and moved close to her. To my delight, Diane moved to me and put her arms around my neck. My lips met, and as we kissed I pressed my body close to her, enjoying the feel and the aroma of a woman once again. So soft, and so tiny that I had to restrain myself from hugging her too hard for fear of hurting her. Diane showed no such restraint, and the hold she had on my neck was very impressive. If I wanted to get loose, I could have, but why in the world would I want to? "That was nice," Diane said softly after we came apart. "You're stronger than you look," I said. "Want to feel my muscles?" Diane said, and flexed her right arm to show off her bicep. "Very impressive," I commented, reaching up to feel the little bulge in her bicep. Unable to resist, I wrapped my thumb and index finger around her muscle, completely encircling her bicep, which caused Diane to pretend to pout by sticking out her lower lip. "Guess I better work out some more," Diane mused. "No, you're beautiful just as you are," I assured her. "You're sweet." "Am I sweet enough to be able to see you again?" I asked. "I was hoping you would ask." "What would you say if I asked you out tomorrow?" "I would say yes," Diane said. "How would you feel about coming to my house and having a cookout?" "I would say two things; yum, and what can I bring?" "How are you at making something like a salad?" "You'll find out tomorrow. What time?" "Two or so, I guess. And bring a bathing suit, if you'd like," I suggested before heading back to my car. * Chapter Six: My house. My house is a neat little split level on a quiet street in a suburb outside of the city I work in, and I was very pleased when Diane arrived precisely at 2. She came armed with a prepared potato salad and the makings of a tossed salad, and was full of compliments on the house. "We sold ours and split the profits, which weren't much," Diane said as she looked out to the back. "I paid my ex off, just so I could stay here," I offered. "Besides, the way she was going, she didn't need a place of her own to call home." "It's really private back there," Diane said. "What a cute pool." "Now that the leaves are on the trees, the only neighbors that could see back there, can't" "Gee, you should have told me," Diane said with a laugh. "I wouldn't have had to go by a bathing suit! Been a long time since I've been near the water to be needing one." "Well, you can always return it and go naked today." "Then all this food would go to waste, because you'd lose your appetite for sure," Diane snapped. I loved Diane's self-depreciating sense of humor, but sometimes it almost seemed that she believed the things she said about herself. Maybe that was a result of a husband that had stopped caring, or never really had, but I was not going to be any part of that. "Why do I know you're very wrong about what I would think?" I asked. "Because you're very sweet, and we're still on our honeymoon, so to speak," Diane said. "Well, it's hot out, so I'll see soon enough." After we got the cookout stuff put away, we decided to both get changed so we could get into the pool. I had mine on in a second, and after I emerged from my bedroom, I went out onto the patio and waited. For me, the swimming attire was a choice between a speedo type thing which was even a bit snug a few pounds ago, or the conservative baggy trunks I eventually decided on. No sense scaring the poor girl before we got started. When Diane finally made her way outside, she was so scared that I had to laugh. "Told you!" Diane said. "I'm laughing at the expression on your face," I informed her. "You look like you're going to the gallows." "Sorry," Diane said. "This isn't easy for me. Besides, I thought there was more to this suit than there really is. I just looked in the mirror inside and - oh brother!" "If it would make you feel better, I've got a suit that's a lot less modest than this one here is," I told her, shrugging at my trunks. "No, that's okay," Diane said. "You look really nice as you are." "Well, how about if I promise not to look?" I offered. "What do you have crossed?" she asked with suspicion in her voice. "My fingers," I admitted, showing my guilty hand. "What am I going to do with you?" Diane asked, hands on hips and smiling sweetly. "Anything you want," I suggested. Diane was wearing a yellow and orange cotton cover-up which covered her from neck to mid-thigh, and while she debated with herself when to take off the outer wrapper, I pretended to look around for something. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her take off the cover-up, and when I casually turned around to face her, Diane was standing there with her arms crossed in front of her chest. "That's a delay-of-game penalty," I informed her. "If you're a football referee, I mean." It was an orange bikini, and the bottom of it was cut very severely, making it obvious that Diane was one of these women who wax or shave down there, given the smoothness of the exposed sides of her delta not hidden by the little bikini bottom. This was not the kind of thing a 44 year old woman usually wore, but judging by the look of her perfectly flat stomach and shapely arms and legs, Diane was not your average 44 year old woman. Diane finally shrugged and put her arms down, revealing the skimpy top whose cups cradled a pair of breasts that seemed to be even smaller than I had imagined. "When life hands you lemons," Diane said with a shrug, looking down at her chest. "I love lemonade, and so much so, that I think," I said, quickly turning and going over to the pool, "that I'd better get into the water." Seconds away from having my trunks tent outward in a most embarrassing manner that would give new meaning to the phrase, "a picture paints a thousand words", I hopped right into the pool and let the cool water take care of my problem for the time being. Diane was not as brave as I was, which gave me more time to unabashedly stare at her. What an incredible little body she had! Diane was a 44 year old woman with the figure of a teenage girl, and to my great relief she finally got that body into the water before I exploded. * Chapter Seven: Lotion up. We splashed around like kids for quite a while, and we made a lot of contact in the water. Diane was feeling more comfortable with me every minute, and less self-conscious about herself as well, and when she said that she had to get some suntan lotion on, I followed her up the steps and onto the patio. "I'd love to help you with that," I confessed, and to my surprise, Diane handed me the tube of lotion and gathered up her hair and held it off of her neck. I squeezed some oil into my palm and began rubbing it into her shoulders. She had a few tiny freckles on the tops of her shoulders, and when I began working it into her, Diane writhed a little bit. "That feels so nice," Diane said, while I moved my hands around her neck. "The pleasure is at least half mine," I assured her. "Your skin is so soft and flawless." "Mmmm," she cooed, and as I worked downward I was tempted to undo the top as I did. "Are you for real?" "For real?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "I dunno," Diane said deliberately. "You seem too good to be true. You say the nicest things, and you're being so sweet to me. You aren't rushing me or anything, yet you make me feel like a real woman. Haven't felt like that in a long time." "Well, I don't know about all that," I admitted. "I'm not perfect, but I enjoy being with you, and I haven't told you any lies so far. Don't intend to either. I'm too old for that nonsense." "Good," Diane replied. "I guess I must feel the same way, because I can't believe I'm letting you do this without running away." I had moved around to her front, oiling her upraised arms as I admired her moist underarms, the recesses so creamy smooth I was tempted to lick them. I oiled her collarbone, being careful to avoid the little swells in their orange cups, and then worked down to her tummy. "Not to be nosy, but are you a waxer or a shaver?" I asked while sliding down her hips to her thighs. "Typical guy curiosity, I guess, but you're so smooth all over, at least as much as I can see." "Neither," Diane said. "I've never had to buy a razor in my life. For some reason, I'm pretty much hairless. I used to have a couple of hairs under my arms but I always just plucked them out and I guess they finally gave up. Isn't that pitiful? Also, I can't believe I'm actually telling you this stuff." "I actually love hearing all this fascinating information. Women have such an exciting world of their own that us guys can only fantasize about. Plus, you're blushing, and that only increases your cuteness factor even more " I said with a chuckle. "I'm done now anyway." "Well, I should get to lotion you now," Diane said. "Ask you all sorts of personal questions." "Fine by me!" I agreed. "Oil and ask away." I sat down on the bench, partly to make it easier on Diane, and partly to hide the fact that I now had an erection that was very obvious despite the modest baggy trunks I was wearing. This erection was not going away either, as my heart started to race while Diane's little fingers began working the lotion into my neck and shoulders. "You have magic hands," I said in almost a moan. "I'm glad I got a big bottle of this stuff," Diane said as she squirted some more on my back and dug in. "I thought my ex was a big guy, but you - boy, all muscles too." "Not quite," I admitted, staring at Diane's collarbone as she moved around to my front and rubbed the oil into my chest. "I'm afraid that I'm starting to develop love handles as I'm getting on in years." "For the record, you are a real hunk. You've got just a little bit of grey in there," she commented as she rubbed the sparse hair on my chest. "Makes you look distinguished. Now stand up so I can finish you." I protested, but got up reluctantly when Diane grabbed my arm and tried to pull me up. "There! Now I can do the rest of you," Diane announced. "Don't want any part of you to burn, because that sun is..." As Different as Black and White I heard Diane gasp, and saw the tube of suntan lotion fly out of her oily hand. It might have been due to the fact that the bottle was tough to hang onto, but I had noticed that Diane's eyes had drifted downward just before she gasped. Down to the obscene bulge in my swimsuit. The outline of my cock was plainly visible through the still-damp trunks, and the only saving grace was that the trunks were cut very long, or else it would have been even more obvious how incredibly aroused I had become if it had peeked out. "Sorry," Diane blurted as she picked up the tube, and then promptly dropped the tube again. The fact that she was trying to look everywhere but at my crotch was not helping any in her efforts to corral the slippery lotion, and when she finally managed to hang onto it, her face was beet-red. "Sorry - I'm - I don't know what I am," Diane mumbled, her hands visibly trembling as she looked up at me, almost seeming to be fighting the temptation to look down at my trunks. "It's alright, honey," I said, brushing her hair away from her face as I tried to ease the tension. "Believe it or not, I'm blushing too." "I feel stupid," Diane said. "You must think I'm an idiot." "Not at all. I think you're wonderful." "I wasn't trying to tease you, or anything like that." "I know that," I answered with a smile. "I could tell you that it's because I've been lonely for quite a while, or some other nonsense like that, but the fact of the matter is that I find you incredibly attractive. I can't apologize for that." "I'm really - I don't know how to say this. Vulnerable? That's a crummy word," Diane said, looking up to me with eyes brimming with tears. "If you wanted to, I'd be really - easy right now." "Hey, I'm crazy about you. I won't lie to you when I say I would like nothing in the world more than to take you inside and make love with you all night long," I confessed. "We will too - someday I hope. When you want to. Not before. You're worth waiting for." I don't know what I was expecting in response, but it wasn't what happened. Diane started crying uncontrollably, her body convulsing as I just stood there and held her close to me. She cried and cried until she couldn't cry any more, and then she just trembled in my arms for the longest time until she got a little control of herself. "Sorry," she sniffed, her eyes as red as her face. "I must look a sight." "You always do." "I guess that's what you get for holding it in for a long time. Months, probably years. Thank you, Keith," she said as she reached up and cupped my face in her hands, kissing me before going into the house to get herself together. "I will be," Diane said as she paused in the doorway of the kitchen. "Worth waiting for, I mean." * Chapter Eight: After dinner. The rest of the cookout went pretty normally, and by the time we had finished eating, Diane was her usual self, and even played footsie under the table with me. "Sun's going down fast, and it's getting cool" Diane said. "Guess I'd better think about heading home." "You can stay here if you'd like," I offered. "There's an extra bedroom that you can crash in if you'd like. You've had a couple of glasses of wine, you know." "Okay then. I just thought about heading home. You talked me into it. I'll stay." "Excellent!" I said. We went inside and I opened up another bottle of wine, and I started a little fire in the downstairs den while Diane washed off the chlorine from the pool. After she emerged from the shower, I hopped in and did the same. When we met in the den, Diane was wearing the cover-up from this morning. "Don't have much of a wardrobe to choose from," she said as an apology that wasn't needed. "I think you look more than fine." I had put on black silk pajamas, and had made sure to adjust myself so that we didn't have any problems, and we watched a DVD of a Newport Jazz festival from the past while Diane cuddled up next to me. "You smell so nice," Diane cooed as she snuggled under my arm. "You smell much better," I told her. "I love whatever it is you have on there." "Nothing. For the record, I have nothing under this wrap, in more ways than one," Diane quipped. "You know what I mean. Vanilla or caramel or something I can't put my finger on. Smells delicious." "Are you drunk?" Diane giggled. "No, but I'm feeling mighty fine. You are the inebriated one, I think." "No, I'm really not. Actually, I was thinking that I would use that as an excuse," Diane said. "An excuse for what?" "This," Diane said, and as she spoke she slunk down onto her knees and climbed between my legs. "Diane?" I said, as her hands undid the snap on the bottoms of my pajamas. "What..." "Let me," she said, and I lifted my butt off of the couch to let her get the pajamas off without ripping them. I heard her breath catch in her throat as my cock came into view, and after getting the pajamas off my ankles she spread my legs wide and grabbed my flaccid hose. The sight of those tiny pale hands trying to grip the base of my cock while the rest of it flopped around like a fish out of water, was erotic as hell, and after she stared at what she was holding for a minute, pulled the foreskin back and put the cone-like head of it into her mouth. After spending most of the day in a state of excitement, it took no time to get the blood surging down there, and as Diane began sliding her mouth farther down with each bob of her head, my erection grew. My cock is pretty much proportional with the rest of my body length-wise; quite thick at the base, and then gradually tapering on the way to the tip of the long, cone-shaped glans, almost giving it the look of a spear. Diane was pumping the shaft with both fists while sucking on the last five inches or so. Even though her little mitts came nowhere near encircling my cock, she made up for that with enthusiasm. "Oh - that's so good," I groaned, reaching down and running my hand through her hair. Diane made a little choking sound as she tried to take a little too much into her mouth, and pulled my cock back up to my stomach, which allowed her to suck on my low-hanging balls. "Am I doing okay? This is unreal, honey," she managed to sputter in between swoops down my tool. "I can't believe how big you are." I was unable to answer, since she was giving me the most incredible head I could ever remember getting, especially compared to the half-hearted efforts my ex used to ration out like gold. This tiny lady was taking half of my cock into her mouth and yanking on the rest of it like she was trying siphon the life out of me. How I desperately tried to not orgasm while Diane milked and sucked on my tool while a wild woman. I thrashed around on the couch, gripping and pulling at the armrest and the cushion while looking down at that blonde hair bouncing between my legs. I was cumming now, after giving Diane plenty of hints about it, including moaning the news just before I erupted down her throat. She choked and gagged a bit as I spat out volleys of cum, but barely slowed a bit, still sucking and siphoning and yanking away. Just when I thought it was ending, I felt Diane grab my balls and start churning them in her fist. I groaned like an animal as I kept spurting my seed out. The cum drooled out from the corners of her mouth and down my ebony shaft like lava flowing, and I thought I was going to pass out for a second, before my orgasm finally stopped and Diane mercifully let up. I propped myself upright as best I could, feeling like I had gone 12 rounds and run a marathon, and looked down at Diane. Her mouth and chin dripped with my load with she pulled on my cock with long and deliberate strokes, licking the beads of cum that formed on the tip as they appeared. I tried to say something, but could only shake my head, and instead pulled Diane up to where I could kiss her. "Good night," Diane whispered, climbing to her feet and padding out of the room, the bottoms of her cute buttocks visible as she walked. How badly I wanted to reciprocate, but just couldn't get the energy to get up fast enough to catch her before she left, and slumped on the couch was where I found myself when I woke up in the morning. I knocked on the spare bedroom door, but it swung open as I did. the bed was made and a note was on the pillow of the made bed. "Thanks for a wonderful day, Keith. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. I left the salads for you. I'll call you - okay? Give me a few days." She signed it, Love, Diane. I wanted to call her, but I didn't, wanting to honor her wishes. Instead I waited. * Chapter Nine: We need to talk. In the world of male/female relationships, there is no sentence that one wants to hear less, than that one, so when Diane finally called on Wednesday and asked me if I wanted to come over to her place on Friday night, my initial enthusiasm was tempered by those chilling four words. "We need to talk." "Is there something you want to tell me, because if there is, you can tell me now," I suggested, not wanting to prolong the agony for either of us. "No, honey," Diane said. "I want to see you. Don't you want to see me? I'll make us dinner." Of course I did want to see her, but this needing to talk part was unsettling. Still and all, I was there at 7 with a bottle of wine that Friday night, and when Diane opened the door, she looked radiant, if a bit nervous. Wearing an opaque peach blouse and a white shirt, she greeted me affectionately and brought me into her little dining area, where she had a cute candlelight dinner set up. "Wow, this is nice," I said, admiring the set up. "I have to admit to being a little confused. I thought this was going to be a break-up or something like that, and I was going to tell you that you're supposed to do that in a crowded restaurant in case somebody gets upset." "Break up?" Diane asked, looking confused. "No. Dear God no. I'm sorry. See, I'm so no good at things like this. My ex was probably right. I am an idiot." "Hardly," I said, making a mental note that, if I ever met up with this guy, I would have to make a special effort not to knock him on his ass for all the damage he did to this woman. "Look," Diane said, coming up close to me and looking way up at me. "I've been an emotional mess ever since I met you. I didn't know what to make of you, and why in the world you would want to be with somebody like me." "You want a list of reasons?" I offered, being more than happy to oblige her. "There are so many differences between us, and sometimes I don't understand your world, and you don't understand mine," Diane continued. "I kept telling myself to wait until the other shoe drops. There has to be something wrong with this guy. I've just become so defensive about people that I was having trouble figuring out what I was feeling." "Well, I know what I was feeling," I said, but Diane was on a roll. "I kept thinking that it must be because he's so good looking, or he's got such a great body," she added. "Maybe it's the idea of forbidden fruit, or the thrill of being with somebody so much different from me." "There's that too," I admitted. "You and I are the most mismatched couple in the world," Diane went on. "What must people think when they see us together? I would always ask that to myself. Then it occurred to me; I don't give a damn what other people think." "There you go," I chimed in. "And the way you make me feel when I'm with you - you listen when I talk and you care how I feel, and most important of all, you make me feel like a real woman every minute we're together, with your words and with your actions. No put-downs and no judgemental nonsense. No telling me about my shortcomings and faults." "If I find one, I'll let you know," I managed to say, creating a tiny smile in the corners of Diane's mouth. "I hope we stick together long enough for you to find out all of them," Diane said. "Anyway, I just wanted to tell you how I felt. I hope I don't scare you off with this. I've only said these words to one other man in my entire life, and that didn't turn out so well, but I just wanted you to know that I've fallen in love with you." Diane was looking up at me with her eyes glistening in the candlelight, and the way her lip was trembling was making me as emotional as she was. "Well, you may have actually said it first, but you had me almost from the very start," I managed. "Guess I've been gun-shy about leaving myself open for a fall, but you're just about all I think about. I love you so much." Diane flew into my arms, and we kissed with a passion that was frightening to me. "Make love with me, Keith," Diane whispered in my ear, before taking my hand and leading me down the hall, blowing out the candles on the way. * Chapter Ten: Making love. I felt this way before - long ago. The anticipation was so intense that the air seemed to crackle around us as we entered Diane's bedroom. The light was on, and Diane reached over and dimmed it as she passed. "Please don't," I asked, covering her hand with mine and turning the knob the other way, until the room was bathed in a more warm lighting. Diane started to speak, but I shook my head slowly and put my finger up to my lips. "Ssh," I whispered. "I want to see you, Want to see all of you." We started unbuttoning each others tops, and Diane accidentally pulled off one of my buttons as she did, causing us to giggle. My shirt came off first and Diane's hands clutched at my chest, nibbling on my nipple as I tried to get her last button free. My pants were at my knees by the time I managed to get Diane's blouse undone, and now she was there in a frilly little bra with a lacy front. I started to reach around her but she stopped me, directing my hands to the front, where a tiny clasp between the cups came free with ease. As Diane's bra came open, she had her eyes closed, almost seeming to dread the moment, but when I saw her breasts for the first time, she took my breath away. That such beauty actually exists in this world is staggering, I thought to myself, as I reached over and took Diane's precious little buds in my hands, gently and lovingly cupping them. As I did, her eyes opened slightly, looking at me like she actually expected me to not be totally blown away by her. "You are so beautiful," was all I could manage, but I guess that was enough, because as a solitary tear trickled down Diane's cheek, she smiled wide and brought her hands up over mine, squeezing them onto her breasts as her head rolled back on her shoulders. I eased Diane down onto her bed, undoing the skirt as she went backwards, and now only had to contend with the lacy little panties that covered her sex. My fingers reached under the elastic at the top and tenderly pulled them down. All of that buttery smooth skin was now exposed, and just as she had mentioned, so was practically hairless. There was only a tiny wisp of hair around her raised mound, just as golden and radiant as the locks on her head. I parted her legs and lowered my face into her delta, inhaling the tart musk as my tongue slid along her labia. The spray of hair felt like a cloud against my cheeks as I dipped my tongue into her sweetness, and discovered that she was already dripping wet. Mt finger slid inside her, causing Diane to moan slightly as it penetrated her deeply. She was tight - incredibly tight, but I had to be inside of her. I was so hard that I thought the skin of my member was about to rupture as I climbed up between her thighs. Diane nodded at me as she looked down at the swollen spear I was guiding between the lips of her womanhood, and when the glans pushed inside of her for the first time, Diane cried out softly, writhing and clawing at the sheets and pillows as her eyes rolled back in her head. Don't look at her, I kept saying to myself as I pushed more of my cock into her and worked it in and out. Don't look at her or you'll cum yourself. Diane was thrashing around, whimpering and moaning while her pussy convulsed around my cock, practically forcing me to come. I looked down and watched my cock move into and out of the golden thatch of fur, and Diane made a soft grunting noise each time I impaled her with my member. I had most of me in her now, and after Diane had cum she had loosened up considerably, although it was still like a vise around me. "I love - love you," Diane gasped as I felt her thrusting herself into me, looking at me with eyes wide open. On the edge of cumming again, and then exploding. Clawing at my arms while her eyes rolled back in her head, and the walls of her slammed down around my cock. It was all too much for me, and as Diane's orgasm ebbed, I felt mine rushing through my loins. Our eyes met as I felt myself erupt inside of her, causing me to cry out. Diane nodded with a joyful look on her face as she felt my cock jerk inside of her as it spewed my seed deep into her, enjoying my orgasm along with me. I looked down at the tiny treasure beneath me, my sweat raining down on her already drenched body, and her hands rubbed my shoulders and chest as I kept myself suspended above her. "Your skin glistens so beautifully when it's wet," Diane said as her hands rubbed over me. "And I hope that it was half as good for you as it was for me." "Been quite a while since I experienced anything remotely near that," I said, just starting to catch my breath again. "Been forever for me," Diane added. "You were right," I reminded Diane. "About what?" "You were worth waiting for." * Chapter Eleven: Anatomy lessons. I eased myself down next to Diane, and joined her in looking up at the ceiling. Eventually, Diane rolled onto her side and propped herself up on her elbow, idly playing with the curls on my chest. "You're probably hungry," Diane mentioned as her hand slid down my stomach. "I did promise you dinner." "What was it that we were having?" I asked. "It smelled really good." "Chicken Parmesan," Diane said, her hand reaching down between my thighs and pulling up my flaccid member from his hiding place. "It'll still be good now." "Or a little later," she added impishly, giggling while beginning to slowly pull on my limp dick, stretching it out in a deliberate rhythm. "You do like to play with things," I mused, watching Diane run her hand up and down the underside of it. "It's fun, and besides, I don't have one." "That's good, because if you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation," I noted, to the amusement of my cock puller. As Diane kept idly playing with my unit, I felt myself starting to stir a little bit down there. Suddenly, Diane began to giggle a little bit. "Want to share?" I asked. "Oh, I was just thinking of something my ex used to say to me," Diane confided. "He used to tell me how lucky I was to have a husband that was so well endowed. Oh brother!" "A big guy, huh?" "Well, I thought so at the time, but after further investigation I may have been misinformed," Diane said, pulling my cock straight up and looking at it before setting it back down on my stomach. "Turned out to be yet another lie in what must have been an endless string of them. Hey, what did I know? This is only the 3rd one I've ever touched. Before I met my ex I gave another guy a hand job, and that's it. Three penises, if that's the right plural word." "Seen one - seen them all, or at least that's how I feel about it," I said. "Why is yours so big?" Diane said, looking embarrassed. "Or is that something I'm supposed to know? I mean, is it because you're a big man, or is it because you're black? Or is that something I'm not supposed to say?" "You can ask me anything," I said. "That doesn't mean I have the answers though. The answer is that I have no idea. I didn't do anything to it, it's just there. In locker rooms I've seen smaller men with bigger ones and bigger guys with smaller ones. I like mine because it works. Outside of that, does it really matter?" As Different as Black and White "Not to me. I was just curious," Diane admitted. "If you don't love the guy that it's attached to, who cares?" "There you go." "I was scared when I first saw yours though," Diane confessed. "I couldn't believe a man's penis could become this large, and then I was worried that it wouldn't fit inside of me because I'm such a shrimp." "And now we know it does," I added, my cock beginning to get noticeably hard again, and Diane's impish grin made me shake my head and chuckle. "This part confuses me though," Diane said, her fingers grasping my foreskin and sliding it down the crown. "I never saw a hooded one before. This is a foreskin, right?" "Correct." "So when somebody gets circumcised, they cut this skin here..." "Ouch!" I said. "Let's not go there." "Just curious. Once you answer these dumb questions of mine you'll never have to answer them again," Diane said. "Is it better to have a foreskin or not?" "I have no idea," I said. "Having no way to compare the other option, all I can say is that I like it the way it is." "Me too," Diane agreed. "I like the way it slides up and down so smoothly, and the way that the head disappears and then pops out of hiding again. Does this feel good when I do that?" "Yes," I groaned, my cock now nearly hard again. "Oh, that's good, because this is fun," Diane said, now kneeling next to my hip and working me over with both hands. "It's beautiful the way the shaft is so black, and then when you peel the foreskin back, the head of it is like a dark cherry color. Neat, isn't it?" "Uhh," I groaned. "And it's so incredibly fat down here at the bottom," Diane noted, both of her hands gripping the base of it. "Like a tree trunk almost! Then it gets a little less thick as it gets near the head, but it's still so fat there that I can't get my hand all the way around it." "Good grief," I said, squirming with pleasure as Diane continued her anatomical dissertation. "You like the way my tiny little paws play with your great big wiener?" "Oooh," I groaned louder. Diane swung her leg over my waist, straddling my crotch as she pointed my re-energized tool at the entrance to her pussy. Lifting her right side high, she carefully slid me inside of her. "Nice," Diane cooed as she rocked her pussy up and down the top of my member. "You like that huh?" I said, reaching up and holding her by the hips, helping her move her body while she held the base of my cock in her fist. "You look so sexy riding me." Diane soon began moving in a more spastic manner, her body suddenly losing the rhythm that she had going, and the muscles on the insides of her thighs, already stretched and straining, were twitching wildly. "You're gonna cum, aren't you baby?" I teased, reveling in the facial contortions she was making. "Cum for me baby." Diane lost her balance for a second, but I kept her suspended while her body spasmed wildly, enjoying her yelping and howling as she came, and after she stopped thrashing, I let her roll off to the side, and spooned myself next to her. "Oh, you didn't cum," Diane said, feeling my stiff cock nestled between her butt cheeks. * Chapter Twelve: Watching us. "Now I can play with you, and we'll see how you like it," I informed Diane, while I nibbled on her neck and shoulder. "I deserve it," Diane admitted, leaning into me and twisting her upper torso to look at me. "Let me start with these lovely morsels," I began, my hand going up and touching her breast, tracing my finger around the little bud, and stroking the pebbled areola. "Oh brother." "Your breasts are amazing," I told a doubting Diane, squeezing the ping-pong ball sized teat and pinching the pea-sized nipple for effect. "They're such incredibly tasty mouthfuls that I think are so far beyond sexy that there isn't even a word in the language for them." "I think you're deranged," Diane said. "They're pitiful. You have no idea what it's like being flat-chested." "Yes I do, and you aren't, and don't be telling me what I like," I cautioned her, leaning forward and taking the entire teat in my mouth and sucking on it while Diane shivered. "We were in the mall a while ago, and we passed a Victoria's Secret," Diane told me. "This was when the Miracle Bra just came out. My ex drags me in there and goes up to a salesperson and asks her if they sell training Miracle Bras." "How charming." "He just loved to humiliate me about my chest," Diane said. "Every chance he got." "I don't think that somehow you had big boobs when you met him, and after you married him they suddenly disappeared," I said. "If it bothered him so damn much, why did he even go out with you to begin with?" "I dunno," Diane admitted. "He wasn't like that in the beginning. As the years went on it got worse. The last few years he had me wear a t-shirt to bed when we had sex. He said he thought it made me look cute, but I'm not that stupid." "Please don't ever introduce him to me, should our paths cross," I advised her. "He moved down to Florida." "Good! Now, I don't ever want to hear another discouraging word about these beautiful goodies," I playfully warned her, giving the nipple a playful nibble before sliding my tongue over. "No shirts to bed, ever. No shirts anywhere works for me too!" "Oooh!" Diane cooed as she shivered, responding to me moving my tongue along the damp recess of her armpit, licking the creamy smooth valley on my way to her neck. "Hey, look at that!" I said looking forward at the mirror on the inside of Diane's open closet door, and seeing our reflection. "Now that's a happy couple," Diane said. "Here," I said as I lifted her left leg up in the air, sliding my cock along the exposed delta. "Put me inside you." Diane reached down and grabbed my erection and slipped it inside her pussy. "Oh Keith honey! That looks so incredible!" Diane gushed, as I slowly thrust myself in and out of her. Indeed it did, and I was equally enthralled at the sight of my ebony hardness being swallowed up into that blond thatched pussy. It looked good - way too good, and I found myself having to look away after a few minutes of the most tantalizingly slow and deep probing possible. I swung Diane up on top of me, and now she was laying on her back, with my cock still engaged inside of her. Holding onto her hips, I moved her up and down my body as we faced the ceiling, with my cock staying inside of her, but just barely. We were so sweaty and slippery that it was tough to stay joined, but I felt Diane's hand down between her legs, holding the underside of my cock so that it stayed inside her, and apparently rubbing into her clit, because I felt Diane's contractions seconds later, and she came once more. Diane's hand then grabbed hold of my balls, squeezing and churning them roughly, and that was it for me. Just as I began to cum, my cock sprang out of her pussy, and we watched as my cock squirted cum straight up in the air, landing all over Diane's stomach and chest. We were both roaring at the sight of this geyser erupting, and Diane reached down and savagely milked me under my orgasm stopped. Our laughter continued long afterward, as I held her tight against me, nuzzling into the warmth of her neck. Epilogue... Yesterday was the first anniversary of our meeting. Diane gave up her apartment and moved into my house, and while it's not always easy getting used to living with someone at our ages, it's been a great year. We go out to listen to jazz quite often, and Diane even got me to go to an opera with her. I was prepared to not like it, and then found myself getting choked up during "Nessun Dorma". I tried to blame it on hearing Diane sniffling, but she saw through that pretty well. We've even mentioned the "M" word a couple of times, but both agree for now that we'll hold off on that for now and see how this plays out. I think we might be afraid to jinx what we have going here. When we're out together, people still give us the occasional look, but we try to chalk that up to the fact that we happen to be one very tall guy and one quite petite woman, that happen to be very much in love with each other. ..... Thank you for reading my story. I hope you found it enjoyable, and I welcome comments - complimentary or constructively critical.