Fourth of July promised hot and sunny weather, and the temperature was about 90 degrees. I was driving my red Ferrari SP1 heading to my friend Louis' holiday-themed pool party in upstate New York. Ice Cube's classic single, "It Was a Good Day" blared from my car. I was in the holiday spirit wearing my short-sleeved white with red stripes Polo shirt, dark blue shorts, and matching Air Jordan VII sneakers that had Jordan's Olympic jersey number, 9 on them. I felt like the coolest dude on the road with my gold Gucci shades.
I texted Louis and told him that I was in his neighborhood. He texted me back and said, Just walk in ... the door is open. I was happy to find a parking spot in front of Louis' house. I got out of the car and let myself inside the house. As I walked to the back of the white immaculate house, I heard rap music blaring. The closer I got to the pool area, the more excited I became.
When I entered the pool area, I grinned from ear to ear. The party was already in full swing! Guests were dancing, drinking, playing in the swimming pool, and mingling. It was a great turnout! Everybody wore red, white, and blue apparel. The barbecue smelled good, and I saw so many drinks laid on the table like Coronas, Cîroc, sodas, and juices. I observed the scene and noticed there were mostly blonde-haired women and redheads. I was happy that it was more women than men. I caught some of the crazy-ass white boys planking, which was wild and funny!
I instantly recognized Louis. He was a tall, Honduran man with dark facial hair. He had a potbelly from all the years of drinking Corona Beer.
"Hey, Maré, you made it!" Louis shouted, as he approached me and gave me a pound.
"Louis, what's up?" I said. "I like the scenery!"
"It's the Fourth of July; you know I had to do it big!" Louis smiled.
He introduced me to all his guests. I felt like a big star because of all the love they showed me. One of the guests I knew was Ernesto. He resembled R&B megastar Usher, but a shade lighter. He also had a few tribal tattoos on his body.
"We're the only black people here." Ernesto joked.
"I know," I laughed. "And the only ones with style,"
Out of all the guests, Sharon Lee was the only one who smote me. She was a short, French born Asian porn star actress of Chinese descent. Sharon had caramel skin, long straight black hair, and lovely big brown eyes. I liked her shapely body and perfect winning smile! Sharon looked sexy in her patriotic swimsuit
The slim, shirtless white deejay rocking a white Kangol hat was playing Lil' Wayne, Beyoncè, and Drake. Then he put on Rihanna's new hot single, "Man Down," which made the women hyped. I was still talking to a few people when I felt a soft tap on my shoulder. I turned around and saw Sharon standing there smiling.
"Hi, I wondered if you might want to dance."
"Sure," I replied.
I followed her to the dance floor and we started dancing. I liked how Sharon's body moved to the Caribbean rhythm of the song. We danced close, and I knew I impressed her with my dance moves as she put her arms around me.
"You're good," She whispered in my ear.
"So are you." I told her.
We danced for an hour nonstop. Then we found a pair of seats under the shade. It felt great to cooled down and converse with Sharon uninterrupted.
"Where are you from?" Sharon asked me.
"I'm from New York City." I answered. "Where do you represent?"
Zafira smiled and said, "France."
"Wow, that explains your unique looks!"
"I don't look like the average Asian woman?"
"Hell no, you look amazing." I felt.
"Thank you. I think you're hot!"
I watched as her lovely eyes darted to my lips, enticing me to kiss her. Capitalizing on the opportunity, I leaned over and kissed her. I love the way her lips felt on mine.
"You are a great kisser." I complimented her on the kiss.
"Thanks, you know how to kiss too." She sighed.
"I wonder how great you are in something else..." I said, as my eyes gazed her body.
"Well, if you're lucky, you'll find out before the day is over. Maybe I'll see if the mythology of the black man in bed is true."
Sharon kissed me and jumped in the pool. I sat there smiling at her, feeling great about my chances of having sex with this exotic beauty. I knew it would be a fun experience.
It was now in the evening, and we all went to the front of the house for the fireworks display. As I was standing there watching some of Louis's friends set up the fireworks, I was looking for Sharon but did not see her. I prayed that she did not leave to go home yet. Then I felt something soft licked my ear.
"If you want to do something, come back inside with me." Sharon whispered in my ear.
Then she walked off and swayed her hips from side to side. Once I knew I was not being notice, I walked back inside the house. It was dark, and I ran upstairs to find my prize. I took off my shirt and whispered Sharon's name.
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