As Time Goes By: A BWWM Interracial Romance Read Free

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cell phone. That bill was only a month and a half overdue. She snatched it up,
not bothering to check the number. If it was a potential job interview then she
couldn’t risk having it go into voicemail.
     Arnold’s voice greeted her. Surprisingly, she didn’t feel
deflated. She was, for some reason, just as excited to hear his voice as she
would have been if a job interview were being offered. She wondered why, but
then fell short of engaging in wishful thinking. Wasn’t that what had gotten
her into trouble so many times in the past? Wishful thinking?
    “Hi Margaret.”
    “Nice to hear your voice again Arnold. But, as I told you
already, my friends call me Marg.”
    “Ah yes. Sorry. I had forgotten. Margaret is such a
beautiful name, but Marg it is. I’d like to be friends, well, much more than
just friends actually.”
    His words churned around her weary brain like dust particles
snatched up in a hurricane. Who knew where they were going to end up or what
damage they might cause. Arnold was starting out just like the rest of them,
white skin notwithstanding; smooth, slippery, pretentious and aggressive.
Complimenting her name…insisting they be more than friends…and what was next, a
request she show off her medium sized, firm breasts so he could tantalize her
weak spot nipples with the tip of his crafty tongue?
    She was horny instantly. Men always did that to her. Another
curse. Over sexed and perpetually horny. She needed cock more than she needed
water or air, and supressing those urges merely postponed the inevitable. She
supposed that was what made sharks and men so cut from the same cloth. They
would smell blood in the water and just keep patiently circling until their
prey was too weakened to resist. She had resisted the urge to fuck a man for
the last six months. Ever since losing her job. Six long months without a damn
cock between her legs. She frowned proudly at the thought. For her that had
been some kind of world record. But if her stiffening nipples and squirming
thighs were any indication, then Arnold’s continued compliments, expensive
dates and smooth buttery lips were bound to wear her down to the point of no
return. She had purposely stopped taking birth control pills so very long ago,
determined to give men a break, only now…only now…nature was calling and there
was nothing she could do about it. After all, a girl had to do what a girl had
to do.
    That reminded her. If she was going to risk going out with
the hunky white politician with the complimenting sweet mouth, then she needed
reinforcements in the form of protection against a possible nine months of back
breaking weight. She didn’t have the willpower to say no that most women had.
The last thing she needed right now was to become filled to the brim with a
man’s fertile sperm. She reached into the coffee table drawer for her birth
control pills and flipped open the oval dial. It was six long months since she
stopped taking them. But if she were going to start dating again, and if that
sexy Arnold was going to be on her arm, then she were going to have to start
taking the pill again. Sooner or later she would cave. She always did. She was
so predictable. Her silky smooth world class legs would eventually part like
the Red Sea. If not this week then the next one, or the one after that. It
would only be a matter of time. She glared at the open dial. Empty. Empty? How
was that fucking possible? Out of pills?
    “Shit.”
    “Pardon?”
    “No, not you,” Marg blurted out into the phone with
embarrassment. “I was lamenting over a certain situation, that’s all.”
    “I see. Well I just called to say that I enjoyed our lunch
together yesterday, and am so looking forward to the game Saturday, but since
that’s a few days away and I’d love to see you again sooner, I thought maybe
dinner later tonight? Maybe dancing after that?”
     Normally Marg would hit a new over-anxious man with the
excuse that she had to rise up early