1 comments/ 42201 views/ 5 favorites Claire's New Friends By: parkk84 Claire checked her watch... almost 5PM. Her next appointment would be arriving shortly. Claire was 28 years old, and worked as photographer out of a small midtown studio. She hadn't sold much of her work, so she supplemented her income by doing portraits. Boring work, but it paid the bills. The doorbell rang. "Right on time," Claire muttered to herself, as she went to answer the door. "Hello, dear," said the smiling woman at the doorway. "You must be Sylvia," Claire said, extending her hand and shaking Sylvia's hand. "Come on in and we'll get started." Claire was immediately impressed by the elegance of the woman. Sylvia Ferguson was 34-years-old and worked downtown as a legal secretary. She was also a very beautiful, with haunting blue eyes and shoulder-length raven hair. Claire knew she wouldn't have to try very hard to make this woman look good. "This is quite the place you've got here, Claire. Very quaint," Sylvia remarked. She continued walking around the studio, admiring some of photographs Claire had mounted around the studio. "Thanks," Claire replied. "I know it's not much, but it does the job. I'll be getting a bigger place once I can get my finances together. It's just been tough the last couple of months." "Beautiful work, Claire," said Sylvia, "Obviously portraits is not your future." Then she added, "What were you saying about 'the last few months?'" Claire frowned, obviously unsettled by the question. "I'm sorry, Claire. I didn't mean to pry," said Sylvia. "It's OK," Claire replied, "My husband I separated a few months ago, so the money isn't coming in quite the way it used to." "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that Claire. I shouldn't have brought it up," said Sylvia. "Maybe we should just get started with the portrait." "I'm fine," Claire smiled uneasily, "But yeah, we might as well get started." Claire got her lighting and camera ready while Sylvia went to check on her hair and makeup. A half an hour later, the portraits were finished, and Sylvia began gathering her things to leave. "I should have them ready in a day or so. Is that alright?" Claire asked. "Fine, I'm not in any rush Claire," Sylvia replied. "But... if you have a moment, there is something I would like to talk to you about." "Sure," Claire replied. "Well, Claire... I'm not sure where to start. Maybe with telling you that I really liked the photos I saw hanging on your walls. I may not be a professional, but you seem very talented to me," Sylvia said. "Thank you," Claire smiled back, "It's always nice to get a compliment." "And I really appreciated your professionalism with taking my photos just now. There's this idea I've had for some time now, and I haven't done anything about it because I haven't found the right person. But I think you might be the right one to ask," she continued. "Yes?" Claire asked. "Well, it's my husband's birthday next month, and I was thinking of getting some photos taken for him. Private-type photos; something sexy," Sylvia said. "You mean, of yourself. Like, lingerie?" Claire added. "Well, I never done erotic photos. It's not really my thing," Claire replied. "Actually, I was thinking about a little more than just lingerie," Sylvia chuckled. "You don't know my Darryl..." Then she quickly added, "Something artful. You're capable of that Claire, I know you are." "Well, I shot a few nudes when I was studying photography, but that was a long time ago," Claire answered. "I mostly stick to cityscapes. I don't even do fashion. The only people I photograph are in my portrait work. I'm sure there are plenty of photographers..." "No," Sylvia interrupted. "I don't want them, I want you. I feel comfortable around you. I'd obviously prefer a female photographer, and I've got a great one standing in front of me now. What do you say, Claire?" "Well, I suppose I could try. Like I said though, it's not really my area of expertise. Come back on Friday, maybe around the same time, and I'll see what I can do." "I'll see you then," Sylvia smiled. Friday arrived and Claire was getting the finishing touches ready for her photo shoot with Sylvia. She'd had a few pieces of sparse furniture to work with in the studio, a table and chairs, a sofa, but nothing really fancy. She just hoped this was going to work out and not look too cheesy. Sylvia arrived, beautiful and radiant as ever. To Claire's surprise, Sylvia didn't seem at all nervous. Then again, a woman as beautiful as she could afford to be that confident. "I brought a few things with me. Do you have a changing room I could use?" Sylvia asked. "Sure," Claire replied. There's a small room, second door on the left. There are a couple of chairs, and a closet where you can hang up your things. A mirror too, so you can check you hair and so on" "Thanks dear," said Sylvia. With that, she went into the room and shut the door." "Wow, I'm more nervous than she is," Claire chuckled to herself. Claire went back to check her equipment again, and by the time she was finished the door opened, and Sylvia appeared. She was wearing a pink terry-cloth robe and matching slippers. "OK. Uh, why don't we start with you standing over here," Claire said, motioning Sylvia next to the wooden table. "Aren't you going to ask me to take off my robe?" Sylvia asked with a playful grin. Claire was a bit taken aback... was this woman trying to tease her? "Uh, yeah. Whatever you like," Claire responded, laughing at Claire's tone of voice. Sylvia went to the spot that Claire had indicated and stopped. Slowly, she began sliding her robe off and let it fall to the floor. She was wearing a black bustier and panties underneath, as well as a black garter belt and stockings. She looked incredible. Sylvia's boobs, which were well above average in size to begin with, were pushed up and out by the bustier, and the garter belt and stockings she wore were very flattering to her hips and thighs. With her looks and outfit, Claire thought Sylvia could easily pass for a pinup model. "Wow, you look really great, Sylvia," Claire said. "I hope I look that good at thirty-four." "Dear, you're gorgeous. You just don't know it," Sylvia smiled. "In a way, that's even sexier. Hold on a second, Claire. I want to get my shoes." Sylvia went, and when she returned she was wearing black open-toed shoes that sported three-inch stiletto heels. "Think it's a bit much?" Sylvia asked. "Not if your husband is anything like other men I've known," Claire replied. "Darryl isn't; he's much better," Sylvia winked, "but it's worth it." Claire ran through Sylvia through some very basic poses, like standing hands on hips, sitting on a chair, etc, until Sylvia interjected, "Claire, I like your ideas, but they're not exactly what I had in mind. Let me try a few poses of my own." "Be my guest," Claire said, acquiescing with a wave of her hand. Sylvia starting doing her own poses, each one more risque than the last. Claire was quite shocked by some of them, but remained focused enough to keep clicking away with her camera. At one point Sylvia took a large carrot that was on a table nearby. Then she pressed her chest into the back of one of the chairs, which pushed her breasts so far up they were only a few inches below her face. That wasn't it however, because Sylvia then wedged the carrot inside her cleavage and sucked several inches of it into her mouth as if she were fellating it. Claire responded with an audible gasp, but kept taking pictures. "I think I'm ready for something a little more now," Sylvia declared cheerfully. She set about removing her garments, until all that was left on her were her garter belt and stockings, and her shoes. Claire could not help but admire Sylvia's Junoesque body. She was by no means skinny nor fat, just a well-portioned female with an undeniably feminine physique. Sylvia wasn't the type of vision that would satisfy a fashion photographer; she was only around 5'7''. Her ample bosom, which Claire guessed to be at least DD cups were not the type usually made it to the catwalk either. However, there was no in Claire's mind that Sylvia was a head-turner. If men weren't taken in by her gorgeous orbs, they would certainly be enticed by her shapely calves, luscious thighs, and bulbous derriere. Sylvia's zestful nature would no doubt made her very attractive to men too. Claire had been expecting a much more reserved model today. Instead, she had a naked woman in her studio that seemed to be getting sexually excited posing for her. In fact, there was little doubt Sylvia was getting aroused. Claire had quietly noted the moist spot on Sylvia's panties during while she photographed her, and now that they were off, the scent hanging in the room was indisputably that of an aroused female. "Well Claire, not that you've finally got me naked, what do you want me to do?" Sylvia said in an almost flirting tone, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I don't know," Claire replied, "What does your husband like?" "Well, I can think of one thing he likes for me to do for him," Sylvia laughed. Sylvia walked to the table in the room. With her back facing Claire, she then bent over at the waist and laid tummy-first on the table. She spread her legs into an exact "V", giving a perfect view to Claire of her womanhood. "Is this good, Claire?" Sylvia asked mischievously, clearly enjoying her predicament. Claire could see that Sylvia looked much more than just good, and began snapping pictures. Sylvia had an ass and legs most women would kill for and tight, sexy slit that would drive any man wild to see much less enjoy for himself. That was only the first of Sylvia's suggestive poses that evening. Claire was amazed that a woman she'd only met recently could be so uninhibited in front of her, but she attributed it to Sylvia getting caught up in the moment and not thinking clearly. Nevertheless, Claire had never met anyone like Sylvia before; the woman simply oozed sexual confidence and it came shining through with every pose she struck for the camera. After they were finished, Sylvia went to get dressed while Claire began putting her equipment away. Still amazed at how well Sylvia had done, Claire kidded to Sylvia that she could probably do such a thing professionally if she wanted. "I don't think so dear," Sylvia roared in response. "Besides, I wouldn't want the kids to grow up and find pictures of their Mom in some girlie magazine. But I appreciate the compliment." "You have kids?" Claire asked, astonished. "How long have you and Darryl been married... if you don't mind me asking?" "Perfectly alright dear. You probably know me a lot better than most people do at this point," she winked, causing Claire to turn a little red with embarrassment. "Darryl and I have been married for 9 years, and have 2 wonderful boys. One is six and the other is four." "Not bad for 2 kids, huh?" Sylvia said contentedly as she patted her tummy and hips. "Got to go now dear, hubby should be home soon and if he sees me carrying these clothes the surprise will be ruined." "OK," Claire said, "I'll call you when the pictures are ready." A few weeks passed from when Sylvia had picked up her photos before she called Claire again, so Claire was very pleased when she answered the phone and heard Sylvia's voice. "Hi, Sylvia," Claire said warmly, "it's nice to hear from you. How did everything go with the pictures?" "Oh, my goodness," Sylvia responded cheerfully, "Darryl just loved them." Then after a pause, she added with a mischievous laugh, "We had quite the birthday celebration afterwards." "Well, I'm glad you liked them," said Claire. "I really am envious of your marriage too. It sounds like you have more the passion for each other after nine years than I ever did with my husband." "That's part of why I called you, Claire," Sylvia said. "One of the things about having a great relationship is the ability to compromise. You see, after some persuasion, I managed to, shall we say, convince Darryl to return the favor." "What do you mean?" Claire asked. "I mean he'll be coming down to your studio as soon as you're available," Sylvia replied. "You can't be serious?" Claire laughed. "I don't think I could do that again, especially if it were a man. I can't even believe he agreed to it; I don't know any man that would." "Tsk, tsk, Claire," Sylvia, in an admonishing yet playful tone, "what's good for the goose is good for the gander." "You can't be serious," Claire asked, flabbergasted. "You want him to pose nude? Most men would be too self-conscious for that." "Believe me, dear," Sylvia said suggestively, "My Darryl has nothing to be ashamed of." Then she added, "However, he is very much is the macho type, and it took a lot for me to get him away from this notion that the whole thing was too effeminate. That's where I had to do a little compromising of my own." "What do you mean?" Claire asked. "Well, the only way Darryl would agree to it was for me to be in the pictures with him," said Sylvia. "Oh, I don't know Sylvia. That's too much. I'm not some porno photographer," Claire said. "Who said you were?" Sylvia rebuked. "Yes, they'll probably have an erotic tone, but for the most part I'd like something more romantic and sexy. It's not like we're going to start screwing in your living room." "I thought you came pretty close to doing that all by yourself the other day," Claire said, somewhat amused. "I'm sorry, dear," Sylvia chuckled, "I promise to behave this time. Come on, what do you say?" "Oh all right," Claire conceded. "I suppose I could schedule you for tomorrow evening, if that works for you. How about 7 o'clock?" "We'll be there!" Sylvia happily replied. Claire had her equipment set up and ready when the doorbell the next day when the doorbell rang at 7 o'clock. However, when she answered the door, she was surprised to only see Sylvia standing on her doorstep. "Come in, Sylvia," Claire said. "Umm, where's Darryl?" "He's running a little late from work today," Sylvia replied. I think I'll just take my little suitcase into your changing room and get ready. Don't worry, Darryl shouldn't be too much longer." About 10 minutes after Sylvia disappeared to change, Claire heard the doorbell once more. Claire went and took a peek through the door's peephole and was shocked. On her doorstep stood a cop. "Oh my God," Claire said under her breath, her heart racing. "He's here to arrest me." "No, that can't be," she continued. "I'm not breaking any laws. At least... I don't think so." Just then the doorbell rang again. "Ah, coming," Claire said, trying to throw her voice as if she were standing far away from the door. Claire opened the door and the policeman came in. "Hi, you must be Claire," the policeman said. "My wife told me to meet her here. My name is Darryl Ferguson." "Oh, I'm sorry," Claire said, apologized. "I'm a little startled. Sylvia didn't mention that you were a policeman. Please come in." Sylvia also hadn't mentioned that her husband was black, and that took Claire by surprise too. He was certainly a handsome man as Sylvia had described, however. It wasn't often that Claire found herself attracted to a black man, but there was something about Darryl's rugged good looks that made Claire think he had an appeal that could cut through any racial barriers of what a woman of would consider attractive. He was a tall, powerfully built man, and his uniform only made him look even more imposing yet sexy too. Darryl and Claire walked into the main room of the studio, where Sylvia stood waiting for them clad in her bathrobe. "Hey handsome," Sylvia smiled. "Hey baby," Darryl replied as he leaned into to give her a peck on the lips. "There's a changing room over there, honey," Sylvia said. "Why don't you get changed so we can get this thing started." The two women waited without speaking as Darryl went to change. After he shut the door Claire spoke up. "So... Sylvia," she said, a bit uneasy, "Why didn't you mention Darryl was a cop? My heart nearly stopped when I saw him at the door." "I thought of mentioning it Claire," Sylvia replied. "In fact, if Darryl hadn't been running late from work, I'm sure he would've changed before coming here." Then she added slyly, "Why? Would you like him to wear his uniform for our photo shoot?" "No," Claire replied, embarrassed. "Hey, it might spice things up, Claire," Sylvia replied teasingly. "Believe me, the uniform has come in handy a few times at home. The handcuffs can be pretty fun too." "Sylvia!" Claire laughed, "you're terrible." The changing room door opened and Darryl emerged wearing a terry cloth robe. He strode over to the women and stood next to Sylvia. "Shall we get started?" Sylvia asked. Claire nodded and went over to get her camera, and then returned to the main room once more. "I thought we might just do a few pictures of the two of you standing to get things started," Claire said. "Sure," Sylvia responded. Showing no reservations whatsoever, Sylvia untied the belt to her robe and let it slide to the floor. She was now completely nude and, just as Claire had seen her before, radiantly beautiful. Darryl went behind his wife and put his arms around her waist. For a moment Claire thought she should start taking pictures, but before she could Sylvia put a hand as a signal for Claire to stop. "One moment, dear," Sylvia said. She turned around and untied the belt on Darryl's robe and then helped remove it. Claire almost gasped at Darryl's masculine physique. His muscular shoulders and chest were a marvel like nothing she'd ever seen in person before. To Claire's disappointment, however, Darryl was wearing boxers. She hadn't been particularly interested in seeing him naked before, but now that she'd seen the rest of his body... Claire's curiosity began to mount. It was almost as if Sylvia could read Claire's mind, because she turned to Claire and, with a sly grin said, "Don't worry dear, just start taking pictures. We'll get lover boy naked soon enough." "Oh, no problem," Claire said, trying not to convey her disappointment any further. Claire started clicking away, taking pictures for about 10 minutes. During one pose, Darryl and Sylvia embraced and shared a very passionate kiss. In the middle of the kiss, Sylvia let her hands drop down to Darryl's waist, tugging his boxers down a few inches. She broke her kiss with him, and purred seductively, "Let me help you with that honey." Sylvia moved far enough away from Darryl so she could slide his underwear to his feet. Claire tried not to be too obvious, but as Sylvia had pointed out to her the other day, Darryl certainly had nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, even semi-erect as he was now Darryl still had a more impressive cock than anything Claire had ever seen. It wasn't just that however; everything about Darryl's appearance struck a chord with Claire, from his sexy smile and athletic form to his tight buns and now the thick stalk that hung proudly between his legs. No wonder Sylvia was so enthralled with him. Even watching them together now was a sight to behold. The chemistry between the two was undeniable; watching her pearly form glide in and around his dusky frame almost had a poetry to it. The more this went on, the more amorous their dance became. Up until now Sylvia had been just pressing her body into his, molding their flesh into one. Now her touches became more erotic in nature, fondling his butt and chest. And it wasn't just Sylvia who was turning up the temperature now, because Darryl was getting into the act too. Finally, he pulled her to his chest and held her there are they kissed long and hard. Breaking his lips from her mouth, Darryl clamped it around one of her nipples and began sucking on it, causing Sylvia to moan deeply in approval. Claire could tell things were starting to go beyond where they'd intended, but said nothing as she continued taking photographs. The truth is, watching Darryl and Sylvia was turning her on too, and as much as she knew she ought to put an end to things she also wanted to keep watching the erotic sight unfolding before her. Claire's New Friends Darryl continued his oral assault on his wife's breasts for some time, sucking and biting her hard nipples, and her moaning got louder and louder. Somehow Sylvia managed to squeeze one of her hands free from Darryl's vice-like hold and dropped it down to encircle his cock. Claire watched in amazement as Sylvia moved so that she could get a good view of Sylvia's small feminine hand encircle Darryl's heavy dark chocolate penis. Both lovers' passions were afire; Claire could see it in their eyes. Claire could see where this was heading, but once again she was too fixated by the sight to do anything about it. As if on cue, Sylvia pushed away from Darryl, and took his hand leading him to a couch in the corner of the room. On the way there, Sylvia took a quick peek in Claire's direction, but Claire doubted she was looking for any sign of approval... the wanton look on her face made it obvious that she was going to fuck Darryl whether Claire liked it or not. Sylvia did seem pleased, however, when she saw that Claire was following them with her camera to the sofa. When they got there Darryl sat down while his wife quickly straddled his thighs, facing him. Sylvia took a moment to glance behind her at Claire, likely to make sure she was ready with her camera, and then slid down hard onto her husband's hard shaft. "Oh yes, baby yes," Sylvia uttered with a hoarse moan, grinding her hips up and down Darryl's rigid pole. Claire moved in close enough that she could see him penetrating Sylvia and kept up with them taking by the pictures as best she could as Sylvia bounced in his lap. Darryl then guided his wife to turn around so that she faced Sylvia and held her hips steady as she mounted him once more. She was riding really hard now, her heavy breasts bouncing uncontrollably as she bucked in his lap like a bronco rider breaking in an untamed stallion. "Oh yes, fuck me, fuck me!" Sylvia shouted over and over again. Claire noted the wild look in Sylvia's eyes; if it wasn't for the subtle turns here and there that made it clear she was performing for the camera, Claire would've wondered if Sylvia noticed her at all. Darryl lifted Sylvia off him like she was a feather and laid her on the ground. Then, in one swift movement, he was on top of her, his cock buried deep between her thighs. His flexed buttocks moved up and down with a fury as his cock pounding forcefully into Sylvia again and again. "Oh God, yes," Sylvia exclaimed. And then a few thrusts later, she breathed restlessly, "Darryl, make sure... she can see." Darryl lifted Sylvia's legs on to his shoulders and raised himself up to his knees. Claire could now see what Sylvia and Darryl wanted her to photograph, and Claire proceeded to take several shots of Darryl's police-baton black cock sliding in and out of his wife's aroused vagina. "Ahhhhhhhh," Sylvia cried, as her orgasm hit her hard, her body stiffening from the impact. Darryl soon let out a fierce growl, joining his wife as he came too. For the next few minutes, the two of them remained lying there, on Claire's floor in their lover's embrace, lightly kissing as they tried to re-cooperate. It seemed like such a personal moment, and Claire thought about leaving them alone, but there was beautiful poignancy to the sight that she decided to snap a few pictures before retiring to the next room to give them their privacy. Claire waited outside the room for about half an hour until a cheery Sylvia came to join her. She was wearing her robe again. Sylvia's hair was disheveled and her she looked fatigued, but the smile on her face was that of a woman who had just been well-satisfied by her man. "Where's Darryl?" Claire asked. "He's getting dressed," Sylvia replied. "I just wanted to take a moment to talk to you alone, Claire. I thought I should apologize about what happened in there." "You're really sorry?" Claire asked. "Well... no," Sylvia replied sheepishly, "but it wasn't part of our agreement. I didn't mean for things to get out of hand. Really I didn't." "That's OK," said Claire. "If I thought it was such a big deal I would've done something about it." "Thanks dear," Sylvia said beaming. "Give me a call when the pictures are ready... I can't wait to see them." Sylvia was at home when Claire called her. Claire could hear the excitement in her voice when she told her the photos were ready. "Claire, I can't come by today," Sylvia explained, "Darryl is at work and I'm home with the kids. Do you mind stopping by here to drop them off?" "Uh, I think I'll be in the area this afternoon," Claire said. "Great! I'll see you later," said Sylvia. Claire arrived at Sylvia's home later that day. Claire noted that it was a modest home, but nonetheless beautiful. The inside of the house was nicely decorated as well, and she complimented Sylvia in her tastes. Claire had intended to just drop off the photos and leave, but Sylvia bade her to stay awhile and join her for a cup of tea. "The boys are playing in the backyard, just let me take a minute to check on them," Sylvia said. "I'll come with you," said Claire. They went outside and Sylvia introduced Claire to her sons, Zack and Barry." The two women then retired to the living room to have their tea. "You have two wonderful boys," Claire said. "Do you have any children of your own?" Sylvia asked. "No, Jerry, my husband, wanted to wait. Maybe that wasn't such a bad idea, considering how things are now," Claire responded, sulking. "I'm sorry dear," Sylvia said, "I didn't mean to upset you." "It's OK, Sylvia," Claire said. "I just wished my marriage was able to keep the spark going the way yours has. I mean, nine years and, if I didn't know better, I'd think you and Darryl were newlyweds." "Well, we do a lot of things to spice it up," Sylvia winked, "which reminds me..." "Oh right," Claire said. She pulled her attaché case in front of her and removed a large envelope. "Photos and negatives, as per usual." Sylvia opened the envelope and pulled out a large stack of photos. "Goodness, dear, how many did you take?" Sylvia said teasingly. "Most of them are professional quality, but some aren't. I just thought I'd give you all of them and let you sort them out," Claire replied. Sylvia flipped through a few of the photos. One of the first ones Claire had taken showed Sylvia and Darryl in each other's arms, fully nude and in a deep, loving kiss. "Kinda arty, don't you think?" Sylvia asked, showing the picture to Claire. "I like it." "Me too," Claire agreed. "Keep it," Sylvia said, "Maybe put it on the wall with the rest of your work." "Oh... I couldn't," Claire stammered. "You didn't pose for the sake of public display." "Please," Sylvia smiled, "I'd be honored. You can't really see our faces that well anyway. I doubt I have anything to worry about if it were to fall into the wrong hands." "OK, thanks," Claire replied. "It is a good shot." After a few silent moments, Claire asked, "Sylvia..." "Yes," Sylvia replied. "Oh nothing," Claire said. "No, please ask Claire," Sylvia said. "Don't be worried." "I shouldn't have said anything," Claire said. "Please," Sylvia repeated. "Well, I guess I'm just curious if it's ever difficult," said Claire. "You know, the neighbors, public places, family. If anybody gives you and Darryl any trouble for coming from different backgrounds." "Oh, I see," Sylvia said. Then she added with a slight wink, "Don't forget I'm married to a cop." "It can be tough sometimes, but we get by," Sylvia said, her tone now serious. "We love each other. In the end, that's all that matters. Anyone who doesn't like it can go to hell." "You sure sound happy enough," Claire said, " a lot more than I've been for most of my marriage." "Just out of curiosity Claire, have you ever been with a black man?" Sylvia asked quizzically. "No," Claire answered. "Any particular reason?" Sylvia asked. "No... I guess I haven't given it much thought before, Claire replied. "I mean, there are a few black men I've thought were pretty good looking, but nothing ever happened. I guess for the most part, I've never really been into black guys." "You were definitely into Darryl the other night," Sylvia smiled. "Don't worry girl, I don't mind. There are enough women I see checking out Darryl every day for me to be jealous. And none of them ever saw him the way you did. I'd think something was wrong with you if you didn't find Darryl attractive." "Well, I suppose there something about him that's hard not to pick up on," Claire said, "but I still wouldn't say that I'm into black guys in general." "You sound just like me before I got together with Darryl," Sylvia laughed. "I'd known him for some time. I thought he was a nice man and liked him but I was completely floored when he asked me out on a date. Like you, I didn't think I was 'in' to black men." "But you still said yes," Claire added. "Actually I said no," Sylvia grinned. "Luckily for me Darryl didn't give up trying. After a few weeks of his asking, I decided to say yes." "I'm not sure I'm the same," Claire said. "And the only thing I'm sure of Claire, by seeing your expressions the other night, is that deep down you are the same. You just can't admit it to yourself." "What do you mean?" Claire asked. "I mean stop trying to like what society wants you to like. I didn't think I would ever date a black man, much less marry one... I just wasn't brought up to think that way. When I met Darryl, we were friends first, and I liked him, but even with a hunk like Darryl dating a black man had never occurred to me. An even after we'd been dating for a while and Darryl wanted to sleep with me I still reluctant, because part of me was still trying to convince myself that I wasn't 'into' black guys. It was only later that I discovered that in reality I'm the complete opposite... I just needed someone like Darryl to bring that side of me to the surface. I've changed a lot in the last ten years. I was so inhibited back then. I don't worry about what's considered appropriate anymore, I just do what comes naturally." "I'll never forget our first time," Sylvia smiled, her voice trailing off as if she were reminiscing about it. "I was a bit nervous, but much more excited. Before we went made love Darryl held my hand and walked me to the bed. We were already both naked. Before we got there Darryl stopped and told me to look at something. It was a full-length mirror. We stood in front of it, side by side, and Darryl asked me if I thought we looked good together. I knew I was his at that point. Seeing the contrast of our bodies, male and female, black and white, as we stood in front of the mirror was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen. I still feel that way today." "Well, you two certainly do make a good couple," Claire said. "It doesn't stop us from having some fun at times," Sylvia said coyly. "What do you mean by that?" Claire asked. "I mean I know you were getting excited watching Darryl and I that night. It was written all over your face," Sylvia said. "Darryl noticed it too." "Oh, I'm so sorry," Claire apologized. "Don't be," Sylvia laughed. "He's very attracted to you too. In fact... we both are." "What?" Claire said, completely floored. Sylvia laughed, raising her arms slightly in mock surrender, but then continued: "Like I said I just do what comes naturally. So does Darryl. We love each other; we always will. And that's why we don't mind having a little fun with someone else from time to time." Claire's face was turning red, as she was clearly flustered about Sylvia's revelation. "I... I," Claire spoke, still in shock. "You've never been with another woman, have you Claire?" Sylvia asked shamelessly. "No, not really," Claire replied. "Not really?" Sylvia asked. "Oooh, I like the sound of that. Pray tell me more." "Just something that happened with a girl friend when I was in school. It didn't go very far," Claire said. "But you wish it had," Sylvia replied with a small wink. "Sometimes... maybe... I haven't thought about it much until now. I mean, I didn't want to complicate things. Like other girls, I just concentrated on trying to find the right man. That's hard enough without bringing in other thoughts." "And you did it," Sylvia said. "You got married, and at least for a time, you were happy. That doesn't mean you can't have a little fun now. Listen dear, I just put it out there. I could've said nothing, but I decided to lay all my cards onto the table. If you aren't interested, I'll let it go. If you'd like to just have some fun with Darryl, that's fine. Darryl and I have had plenty of great times where the other woman and I took turns with lover boy." "Sylvia... I admit I'm flattered," said Claire. You are Darryl are a very sexy couple, but I can't. I mean, for one thing, I'm married..." "You're separated," Sylvia corrected. "How long as it been, seven months? To me, that means you're free to take a look around if you want to. Has your husband remained faithful this whole time?" "He was dating a girl for a few weeks," Claire replied. "He said he was just lonely and needed some companionship." "Claire, believe me when I say I hope everything works out for you and Jerry. The fact is, however, that this is a time that you and your husband chose to be apart from each other. If you want to spend that time in solitude, crying yourself to sleep, then that's your prerogative. But, if you want to see what's out there, then you're entitled to do that too. I gave you an opportunity to have a little fun, and I get the feeling you're at least somewhat interested. If I'm wrong and you aren't interested then I can live with that, but don't tell me you have to decline because of hubby, especially when he's not even being faithful to you." "I don't know," Claire said, shaking her head. "I still don't think I could do anything like what you're talking about. I've always been more of the shy type." "Why don't the three of us go out for dinner some day, Claire," Sylvia suggested. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, and even if nothing happens we can still have a good time as friends." "OK, I can do that," Claire said. She got up to leave, but before exiting asked, jokingly, "Sylvia, what is it with you? Do you just go around propositioning other women whenever you feel like it?" "Oh, goodness no," Sylvia replied playfully, "I do fair my fair share of propositioning other men too." Claire was in front, of the mirror, applying the few last touches to her makeup. She knew she had to leave in a few minutes if she wanted to meet Darryl and Sylvia at the restaurant on time. The whole thing still seemed so improbable. Claire had never done anything like this before getting married, and certainly not after marrying Jerry. And now a woman she'd only recently met was asking Claire if she wanted to sleep with her husband. Moreover, she was asking for a threesome. Claire couldn't help but laugh at the thought of how her friends would react if she told them she was going to spend the night with another woman and her black husband. No doubt they would all be shocked, as many of them considered Claire a bit of a prude. "Maybe I'll tell Mandy," Claire mused, "she's always telling me to do something sexually adventurous. And she can keep a secret too." That was of utmost importance to Claire; she had to make sure Jerry wouldn't find out. Saving her marriage depended on it. In fact, more than a few times today Claire had considered canceling her dinner date with the Fergusons altogether for fear she was risking too much. In the end, however, she decided that what Sylvia had told her the other day was true. After seven months of being separated it was Claire's life to live. She couldn't put the rest of her life on hold just in hopes that she could one day patch things up with Jerry. Besides, Jerry would never want to do anything like this if they ever got back together, so it was either now or never. "Even after tonight, it still might be never," Claire thought. "If things don't feel right tonight I won't be doing anything." That being said, images of Darryl's muscular black body intertwined with Sylvia's statuesque beauty had been replaying in Claire's mind ever since she'd watched them that night, usually sending shivers down her back, and she knew any overtures from this dynamic couple would be hard to resist. Claire could hear a car honking outside; her cab was here. With one last touch up to her lipstick, she made haste for the door to catch her ride. When Claire got to the restaurant, Darryl and Sylvia were already waiting for her at their table. Darryl was dressed in a sharp, navy blue suit, with a blue and red striped tie and black shoes. Sylvia wore a red blouse and black skirt and black pumps. Her blouse showed a little more cleavage than anything Claire would ever wear, but Claire reasoned that was just Sylvia being Sylvia. Besides, most women would be envious of what Sylvia had to show. Both Sylvia and Darryl looked great all dressed up tonight. Claire was seated next to Sylvia, across the table from Darryl. "So what do you think, Claire?" Sylvia asked. "It's great," Claire replied. "I've never been here before, but I've heard a lot of great things. I'm not much of an expert on French cuisine though." "Don't worry dear," Sylvia smiled, "Darryl and I have been here often. We'll take care of you." For the next couple of hours, the three of them got to know each other better over a nice meal and a bottle of fine wine. Claire especially liked listening to Darryl -- she hadn't spoken to him much at all before today. Indeed, he was a charming man with a wicked sense of humor to boot. After serving 12 years as a police officer, he also had more than a few interesting tales to tell. "Don't you ever get worried, Sylvia?" Claire asked. "I'm worried every time Darryl goes off to work," Sylvia admitted, grasping Darryl's hand in hers, "but we've managed to get by. Life is full of risks though, Claire. It's how you deal with them that dictates how you live your life." "I'm actually looking at taking a job from a friend of mine," Darryl confessed. "He's got a company that does consulting work for businesses looking to upgrade their security. My friend's company is doing very well, so the offer is really tempting." "Let's leave that discussion for later honey," Sylvia said. "How about you take care of the bill while Claire and I get us a cab for the ride home. You will be coming over for a nightcap, won't you Claire?" "Um, OK," Claire said, her voice a bit uneasy. "Don't worry Claire," Sylvia playfully whispered in her ear, "this isn't the Spanish Inquisition. You can go home whenever you like." "OK," replied Claire. When they got to Darryl and Sylvia's home, Claire and went to put together a platter of assorted snacks for them while Darryl made their drinks and found some soft jazz to play on the stereo. Although Sylvia protested, Claire went to help her in the kitchen. "So dear, how are things going for you tonight?" Sylvia asked. "It's been... nice," Claire responded. "Have you thought about what we talked about the other day?" Sylvia asked. "Did you really think I forgot?" Claire chuckled in reply. "Well, what do you think about it Claire?" asked Sylvia. "I think... I'm still a little shy about everything," Claire confessed. "That's OK, dear," smiled Sylvia reassuringly. She gave Claire a small pat on the shoulder. "You let me handle everything. It'll be fine." They took the platter of food out, and had some food drinks for about thirty minutes. Sylvia could tell Claire was getting more relaxed now, and decided it was time to set her plan in motion. "Darryl honey, I love this song," Sylvia said. "Why don't we dance?" Claire's New Friends "Sure thing babe," Darryl replied. It was a slow, sensual number playing on the stereo, and the couple held each closely as they danced. When the song was over, Sylvia stepped away and asked Claire to dance with Darryl for the next song. The song was just as sexy, and Darryl held Claire tight to his chest as they swayed to the music. Claire felt defenseless yet safe in Darryl's powerful embrace. He was even stronger than she had imagined, and with her only being 5'3'' and him 6'2'' she felt as if she could be lost in his muscular arms. She held Darryl around his torso and pressed her cheek into his chest, which felt as strong as mahogany but soft as leather. It excited her, as did Darryl's manly scent that now found its way into her nostrils. Suddenly, Claire could feel another presence with them, as Sylvia had pressed up behind her. She was tall enough to stand behind Claire and reach around so that she was able to put her arms around Darryl's neck. The three of them then continued to dance this way together for the next few songs. Claire could feel the sexual heat emanating from both of them, particularly Sylvia, who was not too subtly forcing her pelvis into Claire from behind. Claire hadn't looked up from Darryl's chest since they'd started this dance, but knew something was going on. Looking up, Claire saw Sylvia and Darryl engaged in a very sexy French kiss. There was a passion flowing back and forth between Darryl's and Sylvia's bodies - an electricity. Claire knew it well; she'd witnessed it in her studio the other night. Now they were doing it again, except with Claire's body tightly held between them like a piece of metal between two magnets. Claire felt like they were doing this for her sake. They wanted her to feel that carnal energy for herself and make herself a part of it. Moreover, it seemed to be working, as Claire's face began to flush and her breathing became more labored. The temptation to do something about it was growing stronger and stronger. From where Claire was standing she was almost eye to eye with Darryl's broad chest. Passion now overcome her too, like a strong wave washing up on the shore, and she decided to give in to it and see where the ripples took her. With a deft move of her hands, Claire was able to undo two buttons of Darryl's shirt, exposing his chest. Claire turned her face and kissed it, savoring the feel Darryl's rippling chest muscles and taut, sable skin. He let out a groan when he felt Claire's lips on his body, encouraging Claire to continue. She began kissing him more intimately now, moving back and forth until Claire finally found one of his nipples, which she sucked hard between her lips. "Um, yeah," Darryl groaned, "that's good Claire." Sylvia smiled in approval, looking a proud mother who had just got her baby to sample a new food. She moved away from Claire and went behind Darryl, then helped him to remove his shirt and tie. Claire then clasped her arms around Darryl's waist as he lowered his head and kissed her passionately on the lips. It was the first of many such kisses, and by the time Sylvia finally nudged them apart Claire's head was spinning with excitement. "Come with me sweetie," Sylvia said, warmly smiling. She put her arm around Claire's shoulder and led her walking down the hall to the master bedroom. Darryl was trailing right behind them. When Darryl entered the bedroom, Sylvia and Claire were waiting for him. "Go to him dear," Sylvia instructed Claire. Claire walked slowly towards Darryl. He took her into his arms and kissed her hard on the lips. They spent the next few minutes tasting each other lips, moaning in pleasure. Claire could feel her clothing loosening around her as Darryl held her in his strong arms. After a fleeting moment of confusion she realized the two hands behind her must have belonged to Sylvia -- Claire's mind was so intoxicated with passion from Darryl's ministrations that she'd almost forgotten about Sylvia. Darryl's wife certainly was deft with her hands too, in a matter of minutes she managed to both Darryl and Claire stripped bare. Darryl pulled Claire close to his chest, and Claire excitement mounted even further. Sylvia was right -- the contrast in skin tones could be fantastically erotic. She moved in closer to Darryl, being enveloped by his strong, manly body in an effort to enjoy the experience to its fullest. He held her close to him, and it was in this lover's embrace that Claire experienced her next surprise, the feel of Sylvia's wide, heavy breasts molding themselves into her back. She shuddered in surprise and then excitement when Sylvia reached around her and cupped Claire's pomegranate shaped tits in her hands, kneading the soft flesh between her fingers, and tweaking her hard nipples. The excitement going on all around her was enough to make Claire feel weak in the knees, and like a limp rag doll she slumped against Darryl's powerful frame for support. With a quick nod to Sylvia, Darryl picked up Claire and carried her to their bed. He immediately leapt up and was on the bed, hovering over Claire with his imposing body and, driven with a wild passion, began devouring her lips, neck and shoulders with his kisses with the ferocity of a panther devouring its prey. Claire lay there, moaning in pleasure as she let Darryl have his way with her. As animated as she'd seen him with Sylvia, he seemed even more aroused now. Claire could feel his rock hard erection pressing into her thigh, pulsing with excitement as it lay only inches from where it wanted to be. It felt even bigger than what she's seen of Darryl in her studio. "Please Darryl, please," Claire whimpered. "You want my cock in you baby?" Darryl groaned lustily. Claire nodded her reply. Darryl took his time, painting brushstrokes with the tip of his cock over her excited pussy lips. Just when Claire thought she couldn't take anymore of this she Darryl pushed his cock several inches into her, making her gasp. Darryl rested back on his knees and held Claire's legs apart his big hands, and began a steady, sensual movement of his hips back and forth, sending Claire into nirvana with every thrust. In fact, after only a few seconds Claire was bucking and screaming in orgasm. "My goodness that was quick," laughed Sylvia. "I think she likes it Darryl." Claire had almost forgotten about Sylvia and now in the aftermath of her orgasm she could barely think straight. She turned her head to the side, trying to follow the sound of Sylvia's voice. Then she saw her. Sylvia was sitting on a chair on the other side of the room. She was nude, with one leg draped over one of the chair's arms, leaving her thighs spread wide. With one hand she was squeezing her boobs while the other was busy pleasuring herself between her legs. When Sylvia spotted Claire looking at her she returned her stare with a broad, lusty smile. "Ready for Round 2, dear?" Sylvia asked. Claire whispered a barely audible "yes," to which Sylvia responded by standing up and walking over to Darryl's side of the bed. Sylvia put her arms around Darryl's neck and kissed him on the cheek. Then smiling at him, she said, "Fuck her baby. Fuck her good." Darryl began thrusting again, but much harder than he had before. Sylvia had climbed up on the bed and squatted behind him, pressing her body tightly behind his while wildly kissing his cheek, neck, and shoulders. She pushed forward with her hips in tempo Darryl's movements, almost as if she were trying to add more force to his thrusts into Claire. Now Darryl was cumming, flooding Claire's vagina with his seed. The feel of his cock pumping hot cum into her set Claire off again, and she climaxed even more forcefully this time. Darryl lay next to Claire on the bed to get some rest. There was room on the other side of the bed so that Darryl would be between the two women, but to Claire's surprise Sylvia lay down so that Claire was in the middle. Sylvia raised herself onto an elbow and put her other arm around Claire's tummy, giving her a warm smile. She then began to slowly shower Claire's face with tender kisses until, finally, she pressed her hot lips into Claire's. Claire opened her mouth in a moan of pleasure, and Sylvia responded by snaking her tongue in and kissing her open mouth. Now Sylvia was moaning too. She broke their kiss and pressed one of her breasts into Claire's face, forcing the nipple between her lips. It must have made for quite the sight, as Sylvia's breast was almost as big as Claire's head. Claire took the hint and began sucking the nipple as she liked it done to her, stopping occasionally to swirl her tongue over Sylvia's large, saucer shaped areola. "Hmmmmm yes," Sylvia groaned approvingly. "That's right dear. Just like that." Darryl rose up on his haunches and grasped Claire by the arm, pushing her onto her back. She still managed to keep Sylvia's breast in her mouth, however, as the latter tuned with Claire until she was hovering above her on the bed. Darryl moved Sylvia so that she was on her hands and knees. He then got behind his wife, his cock fully erect once more, and plunged all the way into her from behind. "Oh, yes Darryl, fuck me," Sylvia bellowed. "Fuck me hard." Darryl began pounding into her forcefully, making Sylvia scream in delight. Her body was thrashing to and fro, making her breasts bounce in Claire's face, and so Claire held them in her hands and kneaded her soft flesh as she continued licking and sucking them. When Sylvia's orgasm hit her body tensed up and she threw her head back, letting out a wail that could've woken up the dead. Sylvia then lay back down on the bed to rest, covering Claire's body with her own. She put her head on the pillow, next to Claire's and her arms around her neck, and lay very still as she tried to recuperate. There was something almost childlike in her vulnerability, and Claire instinctively put her arms around Sylvia to hold her, lightly stroking Sylvia's back with her hands. Everything that had happened seemed so surreal to Claire. She had just had sex with a black man and now she was caressing his naked wife in her arms. Claire now knew that Sylvia had been right about her -- she was the type to enjoy this type of pleasure and it was only Claire's inhibitions that had kept her from exploring her sexuality like this until now. Claire decided that she didn't want to be like that anymore. Darryl had left the room to get some refreshments while she and Sylvia lay together in the bed, and Claire took the opportunity to whisper into Sylvia's ear: "What do you think Darryl would say if we offered to suck that big cock of his together?" "He'd love it," Sylvia smiled. Sylvia raised herself up on one elbow and began lightly tracing a finger over one of Claire's breasts. With a naughty smile she added, "If you really want to get his motor going though, I know Darryl would love to come and find the two of going at it first." "Then I guess we shouldn't disappoint him," Claire grinned. The two women used their tongues to kiss each other again and again. By the time Darryl returned the sounds of their soft moaning could be heard from outside the room. Darryl came in and lay a tray of drinks onto a table and came over to sit on the bed next to the women. "Decided to start without me, I see," he said, joking. "Claire was just telling me how much she'd like us to give you a double blow job," Sylvia replied. "I see," Darryl said. "I'd love to watch both your sexy tongues all over my dick. But Sylvia, don't forget we have a guest. I want to eat Claire's pussy first. And I want you to help." Sylvia looked at Claire for a response, and Claire nodded in reply. It wasn't long before Claire was wildly bucking her hips to another orgasm. She'd never come more than once during sex in an evening before, but she knew she was only getting started for this night. Darryl and Sylvia drew out stronger erotic feelings in Claire than she'd ever experienced before, and she wasn't going to let the opportunity to spend the night with them end this easily. The three of them spent the rest of the night pleasuring each other in a variety of combinations of arms, legs, mouths, breasts, and one very hard cock. When they were thoroughly satisfied, the three lovers slept intertwined together in the bed. It was noon the next day when they finally woke up. Sylvia had gone to take a shower while Darryl went to make them some breakfast. She called out to Darryl to bring her a fresh towel from their closet downstairs. When he walked over to her with the towel, Darryl was surprised to see that Claire was in the shower with her. "We didn't need the towel baby, just your hard cock," Sylvia giggled. "Ask and ye shall receive," Darryl smiled, slipping off his robe to join the two ladies. After a very steamy session in the shower, they had breakfast together downstairs. Sylvia had to go to her parents' house to pick up the kids, and so Claire thanked Darryl and Sylvia for a great time, and bid her farewell. It was almost a month later before Claire heard from Sylvia again. She was at her studio one day, working, when the doorbell rang. Claire opened the door, and in came an exuberant Sylvia, giving Claire a big smile and warm hug. "I was just in the neighborhood and I thought I'd stop by to say hello," Sylvia said, walking straight ahead into the studio. "I thought we might catch a bite to..." Sylvia lost her train of thought and stood frozen, for in the middle of the studio stood a very brawny, handsome black male. He was standing in front of the hot studio lights in front of an eggshell white backdrop, and was completely nude. "Um, sorry Jamal," Claire said, obviously flustered, "Why don't you take a break?" "Sure thing Claire," Jamal responded with a quick flash of his bright white teeth. He went over to a coat hook and grabbed a robe. There was no haste in his movements, no reason to believe he was embarrassed that Sylvia had seen him this way, and Sylvia in turn made no attempt to hide that she liked what she was seeing from Jamal either. "Come on Sylvia, I've got some coffee in the next room," Claire said, pulling Sylvia by the arm with her. They went in and Claire closed the door behind them. "So, what's going on?" Sylvia asked. "Nothing. I just thought I'd expand my portfolio a bit," Claire answered. "Oh, you could expand a lot of horizons with that one," Sylvia teased. "Please!" Claire said, starting to turn red. "Please?" Sylvia repeated, and then added with a raucous laugh said, "Please tell me you're fucking him, Claire." "Sylvia!" Claire said. "You mean you haven't yet?" Sylvia asked. The she added, chuckling, "My goodness, I only got to see the goods for a few seconds and I already want to fuck him." "Well, why don't you?" Claire asked indignantly. "Because even though Jamal liked me checking out that big fire hose between his legs, I could tell his eyes were still searching for you," Sylvia said. "You're the one he really wants." "Well... he was flirting with me a bit before you came," Claire admitted. "But Sylvia, be reasonable. He's only 20 years old." "All the more reason to fuck him," Sylvia reasoned, smiling contentedly, "all that stamina and energy... I bet Jamal fucks like a stallion. He's definitely built like one. And hung like one too. Umm... I'd love to get my hands on that." "Sylvia please, he's just a child," Claire pleaded. "My dear, I hoped a little more of my personality had rubbed off on you," Sylvia rebuked. "He's not at all a child. One look at that body should tell you that. You're just making excuses because you're 'worried' about appearances again. I told you before -- just do what comes natural and don't worry about what other people think." "I'm trying, but I still have to do things my way," Claire said, "I'm not like you." "No, you're certainly not," Sylvia laughed, "If you were like me you and I wouldn't be here drinking coffee. We'd be in that room screwing the hell out of Jamal." "Sylvia," Claire chuckled, "stop it." "What do you think Jamal would do if this door opened and came out to him, holding hands and wearing nothing but our big lusty smiles? Do you think he'd want to join in? I think so. In fact, I bet he'd be able to get it up with us as many times as Darryl did that other night," Sylvia said. "Sylvia," Claire repeated. "I'm just kidding, Claire," Sylvia said, and then, adding with a wink, she smiled, "Well, almost." "I should probably get back to Jamal," Claire said dryly. "Of course, I'll leave you two crazy kids alone," Sylvia laughed. "I need to get going anyway." A few months later Sylvia was at home when her phone rang. It was Claire. "Hi dear," Sylvia said, "it's nice to hear from you again." They spent the next few minutes catching up on lost time, and Claire told Sylvia that she and Jerry had gotten a divorce. "I'm sorry to hear that Claire, really I am," Sylvia said. "As much as I didn't think you two were right for each other I'd hoped you might find a way to work things out." "Thanks Sylvia," Claire replied, "but it was only a formality at this point. I think I knew it was over with Jerry a long time ago, and I think he felt the same way. That's water under the bridge now, Sylvia. Maybe I should just get to the reason I called." "Sure honey, what is it?" Sylvia asked. "Well, the last time I was... over... at your place... I saw this lace teddy in your bedroom closet," Claire said. "I was wondering where you got it." "Oh I see," Sylvia said slyly. "So who is he? Not that hunk I saw at you studio the other day?" "No, not Jamal," Claire replied. "But you did go to bed with him, right?" Sylvia pried. Then, adding with a laugh she said, "If you let that young stud go to waste I think I'll cry." "Well," Claire laughed sheepishly, "yeah, I did have sex with him." "Ummmm," Sylvia purred contentedly, "Was he good?" "Well, you know how guys can be at that age," Claire replied, "full of hormones but not so much on skill. It was good though." "Did he or didn't he, Claire?" Sylvia asked. "What?" Claire said. "Did Jamal make you come or didn't he?" Sylvia asked. "Oh, yeah. Twice, actually," Claire answered. "That doesn't sound so bad at all to me," Sylvia said. "Well, I don't know if it was so much Jamal as it was me," Claire replied. And then, after a pause she added, "I think I just liked the contrast." Sylvia laughed, "You're becoming more and more like me every day Claire." "Gee, I hope not," Claire replied saucily. "Oh quiet now," Sylvia laughed. "Tell me more about this new man of yours." "OK. His name is Jason. He's 35. Like me, he's divorced. Jason works for a magazine that I tried to get some of my pictures published in," Claire explained. "They didn't buy the photos, but I met him there and we just hit things off. We've been dating for about two weeks now. He's been a real a gentleman about the sex part too. We haven't done it yet, but I invited him over for dinner on Friday." "Does he know it's a sleepover engagement?" Sylvia asked. "Pretty much," Sylvia replied. "I've sent signals his direction all week. He seems pretty excited about it. I am too actually. I want it to be memorable; that's why I called you about the lingerie. Where did you get it?" "Oh Claire," Sylvia said. "Just forget about that old thing. It's not right for you anyway. Let's go shopping together. We'll pick out something that will knock Jason's socks off." "Sounds great!" Claire burst out. "Oh Sylvia, I'm so nervous about the whole thing. I want it to be perfect." After hesitating for a moment Claire decided to add, "Sylvia... in case, you were wondering... Jason is a black gentleman... Maybe your personality has rubbed off on me a little." "I wasn't wondering at all Claire," Sylvia replied. "I never told you who you should date, I just told you to be a little more open minded in your choices." And then Sylvia added with a bit of a sly grin, "but if your newfound interest in 'contrast' has anything to do with my influence, then I can't say I'm at all disappointed." The two ladies shared a laugh and then bid their farewells, with Sylvia promising Claire that she would help her plan every detail for her first night with her new lover.