I love movies. And I Love women. It’s a great combination. And it can mean anything, something strictly innocent between platonic friends, or something dirty underlying meaning hiding in the dark, waiting to come out. All I know is this: if you invite a girl over to watch a movie, no matter how good or bad, and unless you two have been strictly friends for a while, you’d better make a move or you might never see her again. If a guy invites you over for a movie, he’s interested in you, definitely. If a girl says yes, then they are interested as well. And if you make a move, you might end up with a simple kiss or a whole lot more. But the guy will always have to make the move in that situation.

That is what I thought until I met Jenny and Amanda. 

I met Amanda first, Jenny later, but I will tell Jenny’s story first.

I love women of all ethnicity, but that doesn’t mean that all women love me. Asians, women from the Continent Asia, I’ve only had sex with 1. Black women only 3, and Jenny was my first. This is not by choice, but due to circumstance. Asian women don’t find me attractive and the black women I barely ever met.

Jenny was the first black Lady I had sex with, she was younger than me. A beautiful track-star she was, so her body at the time was superb. All legs and ass, my two favorite body parts. Thick lips, pretty light brown eyes, short hair, and small breasts, something that doesn’t bother me at all. We had hung out a few times, I helped her with her problems, giving her advice, talking her through it. I considered myself a friend foremost, she was beautiful, but I was a gentleman, and talking was plenty. We had seen each other on random nights a handful of times, enjoying our conversation and giving her help whenever she asked for it.

Our first planned meeting, was for her to come over to my house and watch a movie. We’d smoke of course and just chill. It seemed like a genuine night, innocent and simple. We’re just getting to know one another. That night, Jenny came over, she wore tight black spandex and a matching tank top. Jenny knew what she was doing by wearing those pants, my eyes were glued to her amazing ass immediately. I watched her take every step in my apartment until she sat down on the couch. Suddenly remembering, since her ass wasn’t a distraction anymore, I shut the door and followed suit. I was prepared, it’s the one thing I always am a hundred percent prepared for, Women. I don’t want/need anything to go wrong or stop the flow of the moment. I’ve learned that a woman can change her mind at any time, and whatever she says is final. So you never want to set yourself up and have the slightest mistake happen, for it can be seen as a bad omen and then everything comes to a sudden halt. Hopefully only for that night, but if you’re unlucky, it could be for a very very long time.

The movie I had chosen was my new favorite, “Sexy Beast”. An amazing movie with great music. I had my bong already packed, ice in it. I sat down and turned the movie on, Jenny immediately noticed the bong being packed, and grabbed a lighter off the table. She then proceeded to take a very large hit, she had runner’s lungs, so they were big, I know, cause I run and mine were too. One hit of this was suffice, I could see it in her eyes immediately, as they glazed over and a slight devilish smile formed on her face. Jenny passed the bong to me, and I took my hit, clearing the bowl, and instantly being high. Perfect timing, the movie was starting.

Her and I sat right next to each other on the couch, she had put her knees up to her face and was sitting comfortably. I noticed and realized she was very flexible too. After this though, my focus was on the movie. I could feel her body up against mine, but I was high, which places my mind on a sole focus, the movie. I enjoyed this movie a lot too. I watched about a minute of it, the credits hadn’t even finished when I felt Jenny’s hand suddenly all over me. She had absolutely zero interest in the movie. Her hands grabbed my face and she kissed me. Since I was high, now my sole purpose was to please her, everything else was forgotten.

A track star she was, perfect body, but petite, maybe 5’4, 120lbs. Jenny held onto my face kissing me, I turned immediately and wrapped my arms around her, easily lifting her up off the couch on top of me. Jenny straddled me and our lips were inseparable. Jenny had thick, luscious lips, bigger than mine, and it was very different. For once all I could feel when I kissed her where her lips, no part of her face touched mine at all. She was aggressive, as we kissed she sucked and pulled on my tongue nice and hard. In return I bit on her bottom lip and pulled on it hard. My hands ran down her back as hers ran through my hair, pulling my head back as she kissed me hard. At that point my dick was throbbing in my shorts, pressed hard against her thigh. She could easily feel it through her spandex. Jenny easily lifted herself up and slid her hand down around my dick, grabbing it hard through my shorts as her smile grew.

Jenny lowered herself back on top of me and slightly dry humped me. Rubbing her warm pussy over my dick through four layers of clothing. She was teasing me, moving her hips and just staring into my eyes with her mouth half open. Jenny was waiting for the next move, my move. I grabbed her and flipped her onto the couch quickly, she bound a couple times, then I reached for her spandex pants and pulled them off with her panties in one swift move. Delicious, I thought to myself as her treasure was revealed to my eyes. I was on both my knees know, I wanted to taste her and was going too, but before I leaned forward her hands were already unbuckling my shorts. I gazed at her hands for a second, turned on by her immediate wants and desires. I removed her hands and finished the job quickly, pulling my pants and boxers down. My erect dick popped out like a “jack in the box” and before it had even stopped moving, I felt her soft hand around it. This was sudden and very pleasurable. Jenny pulled me towards her and rubbed the tip of my head against her wet pussy, then slid me inside of her.

She leaned forward and her arms wrapped around me and pulled me as close to her as I could be. By doing this my dick slid all the way inside of her with some resistance, but she was loving whatever pain it was giving her. The pain it gave me, turned me on more, for I could see how bad she wanted this. Her hands slid down my back onto my ass and she spread her legs, allowing me to penetrate her pussy as deep as I possibly could. I kissed and bit her neck, as I listened to her moans increase volume with every thrust I was giving her. This felt too good. I leaned back, grabbed her hips tightly and proceeded to slide in and out of her wet pussy deep and hard. I was using every millimeter of my dick. Jenny couldn’t bare the pleasure anymore, I felt her nails dig into my ass as I slid inside of her deep and hard, then watched her orgasmic reaction. Gasping for air, eyes rolling into the back of her head, her body convulsing beneath mine. Each thrust giving her slightly more pleasure, watching the explosion happen, yet making sure it doesn’t stop yet. I didn’t stop and it seemed like her orgasm just got more intense, until she turned her head away from me and the pleasure was overwhelming, taking away all of her strength.

Her arms had let go of my as and lay beside her, her moans had decreased slightly, her orgasm was done, but she wanted more. She was going to cum again soon, I could feel her pussy getting more wet, and her moans began to increase again. The pleasure escaping her lips, needing it as if it was air. Suddenly, out of the blue, she was crying. I heard it at first, then looked over into her face and saw tears coming down her eyes. I stopped immediately and asked if she was okay. Jenny wouldn’t respond, she pushed me off of her, grabbed her spandex, put them on and left. All within a minute. She was gone and I was on my knees, shorts and boxers down, and an erect dick throbbing in the air. Jenny had also left my door open. It took me about thirty seconds more to react, stand up and shut my door. I called her immediately after and asked her what happened and if she would come back, so we could talk. Jenny said no of course and couldn’t explain to me what happened.

Two days later, she came over again, during the day this time, to talk about what happened. Except that when she came over, besides the bong hit and movie, the exact same thing happened again. We were having sex on the couch, she had two orgasms this time, then suddenly started crying again, stopped, and ran out once again. I called her after and asked her what’s happening? After a few seconds of silence she replied to me with this, “I’m…I’m in love with you. Do you love me?” This time there were a few seconds of silence on my end. If I said yes, then probably she’d come back, we’d have sex and could continue having sex for a while. If I said no, then that would be it. The end. I said no, I told her I was sorry. She didn’t speak to me for three weeks after that. When we did speak again, she told me she was moving in 3 weeks. I tried to see her, but of course to no avail.

We still talk and now she would like to see me again, except that we both moved.