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Ada is kept on edge by a machine.
.." She began to say. "I'm busy."
"I'm... doing very important things. Now go send this to her."
I was just messing with her just now, I enjoyed messing around with my parents like that. I did as she told me to and took the tuna caserol to Nia's place. A lot of good that will do, my mom's caserol tastes like shit. She knows it, that's why she made it for Nia.
It was 10pm when I got to her house. Everyone left the reception already. I rang the doorbell, and waited. Nia opened the door, greeted me with a smile, and asked me to come in. I can that she just took a shower because her hair is wet, and she was wearing a pink bathrobe, and I can tell that she wasn't wearing anything underneath.
"My mom made you some tuna caserol," I said and passed the plate to her.
"Oh... great. Thank you," She said.
"I guess you already know how shitty it tastes, right?"
"Yes, I do."
We both chuckled at that. Nia was no dope. SHe knew how poeple on My side of the family disliked her. But she always took the high road, put on a friendly face, and was nice to each one of them.
"You want something to drink?" She asked.
"What would you like?"
"OH, antying is fine."
"How about wine?"
"Fine with me."
As she turned to walk away I couldn't help noticing the opening of her robe and got a peek at the side of her breast. I then started to imagine her naked, and me ravaging her body on the floor. But I force myself to stop, it was totally inappropriate, we were just at her husband's funeral after all.
She came back with the wine and we sat on the couch. I caught a few more glimpses of her cleavage, and more on her legs. I kept trying to force myself to stop it, but I couldn't resist. We talked a lot, I told her a lot about college and all, I told her some funny stories that I saw on campus and at frat parties. She laughed at them all, I enjoyed seeing her smile.
On the second glass of wine, she told me about things that were going on in her life right now. How she was handling things with her husbands death, and how she was going to stay strong and keep going with her life. I was proud of her for being so strong, and not give in to too much greif.
On the third glass of wine, we turned on the TV and surfed through the channel before coming accros a classical music program.
"Ooh, I love this song," she said. She stood up and grabbed my hand. "Let's dance."
I didn't hesitate. I loved to dance, I learned how to dance to classical music from an ex-girlfreind who was a debutante.
"You're good," she said.
"Your uncle and I used to dance all the time."
"I remember at your wedding when the two of you danced. You were so elagant and beautiful that I wished I was the one dancing with you that night."
"Oh, that was so sweet of you to say."
I held her close as we danced, her head was resting on my shoulder. It was wonderful. As the music stopped she looked up at me and we gazed into each others eyes. I couldn't resist I came in close and kissed softly on the lips for a couple of seconds. She kissed me back harder for a few seconds more. Then at the same time we kissed each other. Our eyes were closed, our tongues made their way into each others mouth. It was different kissing a black woman, I don't know how, but it was more intense.
She let go of the kiss and pushed me away. She was now standing a good five feet way from me. She was breathing heavily and so was I.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I couldn't resist kissing you, I'll leave now."
"No, wait." She said.
She undid the belt on her robe and let the robe fall to the ground. Her body was better than I ever imagined. I never seen a naked black woman before, this was new to me. She had a thin, athletic body, unshaved pussy, and 36C tits with large dark nipples. Her ass was a little big, but I didn't mind that.
Before I knew it I pulled off my shirt and came right at her.