Guess what?! I have a new boyfriend! Well, he's not brand new, but pretty close to it. I took him prisoner at a Halloween party last night, since he was dressed like a soldier and I was dressed as Cinderella, glass slippers and all. Well, plastic slippers anyway, but nobody at that party was going to complain. It was at a frat house and it was my first one, since I am pretty new to college, and honestly, it didn't really meet my expectations. I probably saw 'Animal House' one too many times in my impressionable youth, but that party was very much like the sort the guys used to throw in high school, except there was more of it.
I was supposed to go out with Rodney, my black boyfriend, since it was Friday and all, but unfortunately I had a headache. Thankfully it went away as soon as I hung up the phone. He's my parents' boyfriend anyway, not mine, and what am I? From India or something? Arranged marriages are for the National Geographic Channel and girls who look like Chris Rock, not for pretty nineteen year old coeds like me! I think I can find my own husband, thank you very much, and I'm in no rush!
Can you tell I'm excited?
The weird part is, and this will sound a little strange perhaps, is that my new boyfriend has a sperm fetish! Is that really weird, or what? I wasn't even sure there was such a thing. I mean sperm's nice, yeah. It's tasty and has an interesting texture, and when it's fresh I love it, what girl doesn't? Of course getting the stuff out of the container is a lot of fun too, in fact, that's my favorite thing about sperm ... The getting it. But a fetish? When he told me that I thought the man was teasing me.
"What are you into?" He asked me, and he was tall with sweet blue eyes and thick blond hair, which made it hard for me to concentrate.
"Uh..." I blinked and smiled and tried my best not to act like I felt, all nervous and self-conscious, and wanting desperately to be liked by this guy.
"Here, have a little more punch." He handed me a plastic cup and I'm just hoping I don't drop it, or spill some down my chin when I try to drink it.
"Thanks." I said. "I'm into white guys."
I swear, I said that like fifteen minutes after meeting him. It just slipped out and I could have sworn I'd said something else, but I couldn't think of what. My brain doesn't always work, but sometimes that works out for the best. We fast-forwarded through a lot of small talk in the blink of an eye, believe me.
"Really?" He chuckled and gave me a little look that would have turned a white girl pink, but it just made my nipples pop.
"Did you just hear something?" I asked and then shook my head. "Never mind. What are you into?"
"Desserts, mostly." He said and if I was disappointed that he didn't come right back at me with black girls, I hid it well.
"Not black girls?" I grinned at him, brushing some long black hair from soft brown eyes, just in case he'd missed those somehow.
"I haven't known too many black girls." He said rather easily, and that's not an uncommon response in Minnesota.
"But you know your desserts, huh?" I giggled, giving him the best one I had and rewarded me with a little lick of his sensual lips.
God, he's beautiful, with that handsome face still just a little tan from the long Indian summer we had. His body big and strong under the army green t-shirt he's sporting for a costume. Camouflage pants and jungle boots and a green beret on his head, he looks like a little boy playing soldier, except he's six inches taller than me and not a boy at all.
"Cream pies." He nodded and he's got my eyes then, smiling into them and there's some mischief going on.
"Cream pies, okay." I laughed. "Banana ... Coconut?"
"Chocolate." He decided. "I love a hot chocolate cream pie."
"Really?" I narrowed my eyes slightly. "They serve those hot?"
"Only the good ones." He laughed and I thought maybe he was laughing at me, but I wasn't sure.
I was thinking that was some kind of innuendo but I was afraid of trying to guess what kind. I'm no virgin, but my experience has been limited to a few black guys in high school whose idea of flirting was grabbing my hips on a dance floor and riding my ass. Rodney isn't much better and I was in a whole other world last night, talking with a white man, an attractive one that I wanted to know a lot better. I've talked to others, even flirted with white guys a bit, but there was some electricity there and I was hooked. Love at first sight.
"I bet you'd make a scrumptious cream pie." He said and he was taking me in all the way, looking me up and down slow.
I was wearing a champagne gown, not an expensive one, but a costume. It looked like a fairy tale dress, all satin and lace and probably a little too large for the middle of a party. The dress fit me nicely though, no doubt about that, showing my five foot eight inches to good effect. The top was tight around my 34C breasts, enough so my nipples were a little more obvious than I wished they were, but that was okay. I have great tits and I do like to show them off. My flat tummy and thin waist were on display, and my round, but too narrow hips were nicely disguised by the bustle or whatever you call that part of a gown. I didn't get to show off my firm round ass, or my long toned legs, but probably it's good to leave something for later too.
"I'm not sure I know the recipe for that." I teased, fishing for some clues as to what we're really talking about.
"A beautiful woman like you?" He tilted his head. "I doubt that."
"Flattery will get you everywhere." I smiled.
"Anywhere?" He wondered and I pretended to think about it.
"Where do you want to go?" I asked, risking a slip twixt cup and lip.
"With you?" He asked and I nodded slowly. "Into the kitchen, definitely."
"The kitchen?" I pursed my lips. "Ohhh ... It's hot in there."
"Takes some fire to make a cream pie." He shrugged.
"Does it?" I laughed because I thought you had to refrigerate those things.
"Oh yeah." He nodded. "You want to see my kitchen?"
"Hmmmm..." I rocked my head a little. " ... Is it safe?"
"You're always gonna be safe with me, little girl." He grinned.
"Little girl?" I rolled my eyes.
"Big girl?" He shook his head. "Doesn't sound the same."
"Little girl is okay." I sighed playfully. "I'll let you get away with it for awhile."
"What else can I get away with?" He wondered and he was standing a little closer, or maybe it was me, but neither of us were backing down.
"Me." I looked up into his eyes. "If you're honest."
"Whoa." He blinked at me. "That's pretty heavy for a Halloween party."
"Is it?" I felt my heart thumping because I was half way to telling this guy that I was in love with him.
"You feel it, huh." He said and all his smiles were gone, all his innuendo forgotten for the moment. It was just him and me looking at each other.
"Do you?" I asked him softly.
"I thought it was just me." He cleared his throat. "I'm Dave."
"In case uh, an asteroid hits the earth or something and we're all, you know, wiped out..." He smiled. " ... I just want you to know I think I'm in love with you, Kylie."
"How long until you know for sure, Dave?" I bit my lip the way I do when I'm in trouble and I know it.
"Not very long." He looked down and then back up, scratching his neck just below his right ear. "I'll know by the end of the night."
"That's a long time." I shook my head seriously. "Lots of asteroids out there."
"Yeah, there is." He frowned and we were both wanting to say the right things, but this was a new language.
"I'm kinda lost now..." I giggled. "Um ... Where are we?"
"Never been here before?" Dave asked and I shook my head. "Me neither."
"Am I supposed to say I love you?" I wondered.
"I don't know." Dave drew his lips tightly together.
"Cause I will, if I have to." I said. "I just really want to get this right, you know?"
"Yeah, me too." Dave chuckled. "Uh, hmmm ... I don't suppose there's anyone here we can ask?" He looked around briefly and then turned his eyes back into mine. "You wanna just try it and see what happens?"
"Yeah, okay." I nodded. "On three?"
"Sure, yeah ... One ... Ready?"
"One ... Two..." We nodded and spoke together slowly. " ... three!"
"I love you." I said.
"I love you." Dave said.
And we stood there, looking around and then smiling at each other. The world didn't end. My parents didn't crash the party demanding to know why I was telling a white man I loved him, half an hour after I'd met him. I wasn't melting. I felt a little lighter inside, that was kind of nice. My heart was a little too big for me right then and I had a hard time working my lungs around it, but I wasn't going to complain. I might have had a fever, which could have explained the little chills I was getting. I wasn't sure about my fingers though, why they were tingly, but when Dave took my left hand in his right hand all that tingling moved to my tummy, so the point became moot anyway.
"You know, I didn't think there was anyone in the world as weird as me." Dave grinned and he was leading me through the party.
"I know!" I laughed. "God, this is so weird. It's like we're made for each other."
"You think?" Dave grinned at me.
"Maybe." I shrugged. "If you tell me what all the cream pie talk was all about, I'll know for sure."
"What?" He gave me a funny look. "You don't know what that is?"
"No." I laughed. "I figured we weren't talking about dessert though."
"It is dessert, sort of." Dave laughed and we were finally outside.
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