Romance: Three Stories of BBBW Lust and Love (BWWM, BBW Interracial Romance, Erotica, Alpha) (4 page)

I have no idea what came over me. I just
ran over to the milkshake machine and poured a giant cup of strawberry, turned
around and flung it at that witches face. You could hear the gasp throughout
the diner, I looked to Miss Cathy who I was sure was about to fire me on the
spot.

“How dare you, I will report this and
have your black ass behind bars in moments.” I didn’t know what to do or say.
It felt good but the fear of what would happen next soon shook me up.

“I didn’t see a thing.” One of the
ladies who spent their evenings in the diner spoke out as she stood from her
stool.
“Me either.” Miss Cathy was next.
“Me either!” And another one.

One after one all the women I’d made
friends with over these last few months started claiming that nothing had
happened and that she’d simply spilt the milkshake on herself and that’s the
story they were going to stick with no matter what. I’d never felt so loved in
such an odd situation.

The best part about it all was that John
told me he was mine… However he did have to leave for a few months but he
promised me he’d be back for me as soon as he could.

June 1
^st
1982

It feels like forever since I’d seen
John.
Not much has changed apart from now we send four letter s a week to one
another. I miss him so much, I wish I’d let the man sweep me off my feet when
I’d had the chance. All the guilty pleasures in the world don’t make up for
what I missed. I swore if I ever saw him again then I wouldn’t wait. I’d take
him by the hand and lead him right up to my bed.

And so I did…
Yesterday John came crashing in through the door of the diner. He’d finished
for the year. I was so happy and Miss Cathy gave me the entire day off right
there on the spot. Everything was feeling so magical and wonderful that I
couldn’t control myself. I took John by the hand and led him right to my bed.
Lying down on the soft, warm sheets he stripped from his uniform and wasted no
time in moving his white, hot flesh over my dark skin. Undoing the buttons on
my yellow and red uniform and grasping at my large, dark breasts as they popped
out of the opened collar.

“May I?” A gentleman in every situation.
“You may.” 
John’s lips wrapped around my plump, pink nipple as his tongue sent riveting
pulses throughout my body. Watching as his milk-like hands grasped at my soft,
dark flesh made me full of lust and passion. I wanted him to ravish me on my
bed and never stop. Not until I was breathless and numb.

His tongue circled around my erect
nipple and his mouth latched on so he could suck it. I cried over and over for
more and John delivered as best as he could. His large hands slowly working
their way down my body and gently caressing my undergarments as his eyes looked
at my own and I nodded in agreement with his thoughts. He looked like a boy at
Christmas the moment I moved my head up and down, reaching in for his present
and slowly unwrapping every last bit of fabric that stood in his way. I was
left exposed for my lover to take.

John’s warm, long fingers slowly dipped
themselves into me. My dark, moist flesh devoured them up as I cried out for
more. I was no lady when it came to the bedroom and John knew that right away.
I ordered my marine to give me more and he obeyed the command, another finger
found its way inside of me and suddenly that jolt of pleasure that ripples
throughout your body, that airlessness that you feel in your throat and all those
other wonderful sensations befell me.

He moved them in and out, in and out. It
was a simple enough process but John was doing it amazingly well. Every time he
dipped into my chocolate-skin I felt this little pulse of passion shift through
my loins. My inner thighs were heating up as my mouth tied itself to John’s. I
wanted to taste those soft lips as he pleased my lower body and made me cry out
over and over for more. I could feel myself trembling for the man as he pleased
me, I could feel all my senses merge into this one being – It was like I was
nothing but that moment, nothing but joy and ecstasy and lust all rolled into a
ball. I didn’t want it to end.

Just as I felt my body beginning to
burst out John swiftly pulled away and looked at me with his devilishly
handsome grin.
“Saviour the moment.”
His lips began to travel down my black-skin, his pink tongue looking so out of
place as it left a trail of saliva but it felt so right. He reached my stomach
and started placing gentle, warm kisses on my flesh. How I wished for more, how
I wished he’d spread me out on those sheets and have me. John was too much of a
gentleman for that though, he was an old soul who had his views. This was just
a little treat for me whilst he was back.

His mouth began to engulf that hot flesh
between my thighs as he kneeled at the edge of the bed and spread me out. I
begged for more as my man sunk that pink tongue deep inside me, his wet, juicy
lips did such a good job at making me breathless. I lay gasping and grasping at
the sheets either side. My whole body wanted to erupt. I’d never felt passion
like that before, so intense and raw. I wanted John to dine on me until the
early hours of the morning. I wanted his mouth to feast on my dark skin until
there was nothing left but little drops of euphoria that I would release from
the pleasure.

I could feel my knees shaking at the
edge of the bed, John’s hands keeping my legs steady as my entire body began to
tremble once more. I could feel it coming, that burst I wanted so badly, and
that release I was begging for. John didn’t stop, he wouldn’t stop. I sat up
with my hands in his hair and still he ate away at my seeping body until I was
screaming his name.

I felt myself release onto John who
seemed to be starving for what I had to offer. Throwing myself back onto the
bed I left the man to finish cleaning me up and tried to catch whatever air I
could.

John has to leave again soon. I wish
this would never end.

January 27
^th
1983
Dear Diary, I know it’s been a long time but a lot has happened.
I can’t believe it’s been a year since I met him already. I was just a lonely
diner girl with dark skin and wanted to keep my head down to make myself an
honest living. That all soon changed….everything changed.
With Miss Cathy no longer able to work I now run the Diner and let me tell you
it has been hard to find a decent diner girl to fill my shoes. Haven’t met a
soul who has inspired me yet but I know I will. Somewhere out there is another
girl trying to turn her life around and I swear I will wait as long as it takes
to find her and give her a place among my staff.
Oh that’s right… You may be wondering what those photos are that I’ve stuck
across the page, well they are mine and John’s wedding photos….