"Hmmm..." I tapped my index finger against my bottom lip thoughtfully, browsing the videos and grateful they were somewhat sorted by subject.
"Kylie..." Rodney tugged at the sleeve of my jacket and I knew he was getting impatient.
"Hold on, I'm looking." I said without looking at him.
"You've been looking." He said, not unhappily, but just ... impatiently.
"This one." I said, after holding my two favorite choices side by side and comparing the little pictures and vague descriptions. They really were almost identical.
"Are you sure?" Rodney teased me, because I'd been looking for a good half hour probably.
"Yeah." I gave him a warm smile and a little hug. "I'm sorry, I just like to look."
"I noticed." Rodney grinned and looked at the movie as I handed it to him and then he sighed, as I knew he would, but it was just a little one.
We walked together towards the front of the store and passed a few people, men wearing suits mostly, on their way home from the office most likely, killing time before the long bus ride into the suburbs maybe. I knew that feeling all too well, since my parents live in Eden Prairie and the university is downtown. I caught the eye of one of them, a handsome man, trim with neatly combed brown hair and soft green eyes.
He smiled at me, which was a little unusual for that place, and I smiled back feeling Rodney's arm tighten around my waist as I slowed down. Rodney glanced at me, his thick black lips curling downward in annoyance, probably. I didn't know for sure because I was busy looking at the white guy standing just a few feet away. I noticed he was holding a magazine with a black girl on the cover and perhaps that explained his smile.
"Hi." I said, licking my lips.
"Hello." He seemed surprise that I'd say something, but I suppose just seeing a young and pretty black woman in an adult bookstore was surprising enough.
I giggled as Rodney pulled me along and I wasn't resisting him too much, it was just a tease really and Rodney understood that by now. We'd been engaged almost six months and our wedding was getting close finally, just a week away and I think it was making us both a little anxious.
The guy was watching me, well all the guys were, but the man with green eyes was watching my ass close in the faded jeans I wore. They were tight and soft and I'd had them since I'd pretty much stopped growing at sixteen. I loved those jeans, not only because they were super comfortable, but because they were tight around my thighs and ass, showing off my long legs and especially my narrow, but definitely round hips. I didn't have a typical black girl butt either, it was high and tight and round. I wasn't some MTV Booty Girl, thank God. Shape is more important than size, in my opinion, and my pert black ass was perfect
I gave it a little extra wiggle just for him, glancing over my shoulder with an impish grin to see the guy smiling back.
"Do you have to do that?" Rodney asked softly.
"Maybe I should get his phone number." I giggled.
"Kylie..." Rodney shook his head, putting the video on the counter.
"Huh ... White in Black Volume Nine..." The cashier guy nodded and he was young and blonde, but kind of scruffy looking and not my type.
"It goes with the other eight." I smiled.
He looked at the video, which featured a pretty black girl taking a huge white cock in her pussy while she sucked on another one, only slightly smaller. Then he looked at us, or most pointedly at me and he lifted his eyebrows and I shrugged playfully. A few months ago I would have been dying of embarrassment just walking into a place like that, but not anymore.
" ... Okay, that'll be nineteen ninety-five, plus tax, is that gonna do it for you guys?" He asked, looking at Rodney.
"Oh, get some of those condoms, the flavored ones." I clutched Rodney's arm as he was reaching for his wallet. "The banana ... And the strawberry too." I smiled at the grinning clerk. "I like those."
"Uh, flavored condoms." Rodney said, clearing his throat and he was a little embarrassed, as always. We were regulars.
"That guy in the store was kind of cute, don't you think?" I asked Rodney as we relaxed in his apartment.
"Which one?" He was using his ball point pen to tear open the cellophane wrapper on the video.
"The guy in the suit." I sipped my Diet Pepsi out of the plastic bottle. "The one with green eyes. I love green eyes."
"Humph." Rodney smiled at me. "Maybe I should get some of those colored contacts."
"It wouldn't be the same." I giggled, curling my feet under my butt as I sat on his sofa.
"No, I suppose not." He agreed, putting the DVD into his player and I held my arms out for him, inviting him to sit close with me.
"I love you." I sighed as Rodney settled onto the couch, thumbing his remote. "You know that, right?"
"I do know that." He turned his head, smiling at me. "Was I complaining?"
"No." I kissed him softly on the lips. "You never complain. Go to the menu."
"Okay." Rodney nodded, hitting the button and a moment later pushing play so we could watch the movie.
"We should have made some popcorn." I grinned at my fiancé.
"Popcorn?" He rolled his soft brown eyes. "We haven't even had dinner yet. You should be in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pans, girl."
"Me?" I protested playfully. "God! You act like we're already married. What happened to the guy who used to cook me those romantic dinners?"
"Yeah! What did happen to him?" Rodney chuckled. "He was a pretty good cook."
"Shhh..." I laughed. "Watch the movie now."
We watched as a cute black girl in a French maid outfit pranced around the screen, bending over and reaching high as she dusted a bedroom, showing off her nubile body to the handsome white man reading a book on his bed. All these movies were pretty much the same really and it was probably a waste of money, but something about watching porn with Rodney, interracial porn with black girls having all kinds of sex with white guys, really turned me on. I had about two dozen movies in my little collection now, all bought and paid for by Rodney and it was true, he'd never once complained about either the cost or the subject matter.
"That girl kind of looks like me, don't you think?" I stoked Rodney's chest.
"Mmmm ... Maybe, you're prettier than she is." Rodney decided.
"I got bigger boobs, that's for sure." I giggled.
"A smaller ass too." Rodney nodded.
"Don't start complaining about my butt." I warned him playfully. "You black guys, what is it with big round butts?
"I didn't say anything." Rodney looked all innocent. "You're the one who..."
"Shush ... She's going to take out his cock." I lifted my eyebrows.
I think I'd shocked him a little when I'd first suggested going into the adult bookstore, but he was game for almost anything I might suggest. Rodney, true to his word, seemed able to refuse me nothing. I'll admit I tested him quite a lot, like flirting with the white guy in the bookstore, but Rodney understood that I was just teasing him. He also understood that a day would come when it went beyond teasing and I was really hoping that watching movies like this, flirting with white men in front of him, would prepare him for that. I wasn't hiding anything from him and I'd promised both of us that I never would.
We were entering our marriage with our eyes wide open, as Rodney had said once. I liked that term a lot and I really hoped it was true.
"Oh God..." I breathed, pressing my hand against the bulge in Rodney's slacks. " ... Look at the size of that guy's cock."
"Uh-huh." Rodney nodded. "It's big."
"It's huge." I giggled. "I wonder what that would feel like."
I could feel pussy growing damp already and the girl wasn't doing anything but sucking the white guy off, although she couldn't fit much more than the head of that enormous prick into her small black mouth. I licked my lips sympathetically, imagining how that beautiful white cock would feel with my hands wrapped around it. How it would taste filling my mouth, all that precum mixing with my saliva, spilling out of me as I tried to swallow it.
"Play with my tits, Rodney ... Help me..." I whispered, moving so I could unbutton my blouse. I loved having my breasts licked and kissed and especially bitten and Rodney did it nice, he'd had a lot of practice.
"Yeah, Kylie ... Here..." Rodney was more than happy to help me and perhaps that's why he didn't mind those videos so much, he knew how hot they got me.
"Ummm..." I made a little face as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra. " ... There ... Worship my tits, Rodney."
"Anything for you, Goddess." Rodney sighed, bringing his mouth to my right nipple and kissing it tenderly.
That was his pet name for me, Goddess, and I always smiled when I heard him use it. It seemed so over-the-top, you know? He was sincere though, I knew that, and he did worship me. I guess if we were into the BDSM thing I would have been his Mistress or whatever, but that wasn't us. We didn't need it. We knew who was in charge and it was me, there was no reason to play games and I didn't want to hurt the man. Neither physically nor especially emotionally, except for a little humiliation maybe, but he liked that just as much as I did, even though he wouldn't admit it.
.... There is more of this story ...