Lizzie Goes Black!

Chapter 7.

California 2006

Lizzie soon realized that everything Isabella told her about black men, particularly muscular black men with tight butts and strong legs attracted her. It was not something that a single blonde girl coming from the lily-white small town knew much about, but the thought never failed to arouse Lizzie. When the elevator arrived, the man put his arm around his girlfriend and stepped on. Lizzie climbed on with them last night.

Now lying on her bed, Lizzie reminiscence was again interrupted by her neighbors. Now the woman's gasps and moans rising over the top of the heavy pulse of bass coming through the walls, made it feel like being there. Lizzie took another sip of wine, letting it slide down the back of her throat as she settles against a wall of pillows behind her. She shut her eyes and imagined the couple making love next door. In her mind she could see his strong, dark fingers running up and down her smooth white thigh; his hands reaching up to cup her small breasts; his thick, full lips pressing down on her mouth; her eyes widening in pleasure and appreciation as he pushes his black manhood deep inside her.

Lizzie reached into the bottom drawer of her nightstand for her vibrator. She fumbled for it anxiously, ready to play out her fantasy. In her mind she is strapped to a huge, waist-high table in a dark room lit by a single light. Her arms and legs are spread painfully wide with her wrists and ankles tied by nylon cords to steel posts at each corner of the table. She is naked; her sex bared and vulnerable. Out of the shadows she sees the silhouette of a heavily muscled black man enter. He walks slowly toward her. As he moves closer she sees that he is naked as well. Her hungry eyes travel the length of his rugged, chiseled physique, starting with his enormous shoulders and chest, continuing down to his narrow waist, lingering on the thick penis hanging heavy and fully exposed, moving next to his muscular thighs and legs. She feels the lust boiling inside as he stands in front of her, examining the space between her legs. The sight of his powerful naked body sends currents of aching desire through her, but she can only lift her head inches to watch him. She wonders if he can see the effect he has on her. Her nipples are erect and throbbing; the wetness inside her is now dripping down her inner thighs. The seconds tick by with agonizing slowness as he waits, growing steadily harder and thicker. She struggles to watch the transformation. The impossibly long shaft expands and curves to the left; the huge head awakens and emerges from the veined sheath of the fleshy foreskin, the pendulous balls are slung low in their sack like dark eggs, filled with fertile juice. His powerful body, his naked sex, thrills her. She anticipates the touch of his body, the contrast of his skin on hers, the pleasure of her flesh being parted, yielding to the thick mass between his legs, the physical act of coupling, her wetness, the pulsing throb of the male organ in her, the fullness, the completeness.

On her bed, Lizzie rubs the vibrator feverishly against her clitoris, imagining him moving closer, rubbing the head of his enormous erection against her. When she can stand it no longer, she shoves the vibrator fully inside her, shuddering with pleasure as she feels him thrusting deeper and deeper, again and again. From next door, she hears the bucking sounds of the bed against the wall, timing her ecstatic screams with those of the woman as she climaxes.

At 3 PM later that day, Lizzie opened the front door of her apartment and heads down the hallway in her jogging shorts to check on her clothes in the laundry room before she going running. When she opens the door, she discovered her neighbor, the black man, holding up a pair of her wispy thong underwear that he's pulled out of the dryer.

"Excuse me," Lizzie said, reddening. "Do you mind?"

The man smiled, lifting an eyebrow in amusement, holding out the underwear out to her on the end of his finger. "My favorite kind," he said grinning.

Lizzie took the underwear, then leaned over and, without saying a word, began pulling her clothes out of the dryer. She pressed the wad of dried clothes close to her chest and slammed the dryer door shut with her foot.

"Nice day for a run," he said as she turned and left.

To hell with the run, Lizzie thought as she returned home, slamming the front door of her apartment behind her. She dumped the laundry on her bed, striped off her running shorts and shirt and stood naked in front of the full-length double mirrors on her closet doors. She has the classic Southern California look: shoulder length blond hair, her mother's fine features, and large firm breasts. She touched the tips of her nipples then ran her fingers through her hair while checking out her ass in the mirror. Everything looks good, she told herself, better than good.

Through the wall of her apartment she again heard the pulse of music. She wrapped a towel around her and went into the living room. Through the glass door of her patio she saw the beckoning blue water of the deserted pool in the courtyard below. When she opened the glass door to the patio the whoosh of sub-sonic bass hits her full force. The air was punctuated by a rapper's angry volley. On the patio next door, several black men leaned against the balcony rail. One of them spotted her and motions to his friend.

Lizzie closed the door and went back into her bedroom. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt a thrill run down her spine. "Why not?" She told herself. A few seconds later, she began searching in the second drawer of her dresser. Toward the back she found the white bathing suit with the blue trim that she bought on a dare from Isabella back in Rome. They told her to wear it when they went to the French Riviera, but she never did. The fabric is transparent and sheer. She let the towel drop and stepped into the bottom of the bathing suit, pulling it up to her waist, feeling the narrow fabric of the thong ride up tight into the crack of her ass. In the front, fringes of dark pubic hair peak out from either side of the skimpy white fabric. She went into the bathroom, found her safety razor and carefully shaved, leaving a thin narrow strip of hair above her pussy. Then she massaged baby oil over her skin, before going back into the bedroom to slip the bathing suit back on. Through the fabric she could see the faint line of pubic hair that she left behind. Then she slid the top on and adjusted the cups over her breasts. The dark saucers of her nipples shown through the gauzy material and the hard tips jutted out against the fabric. All of a sudden she felt a little dizzy and light-headed. She wrapped the towel around her again. After Lizzie found her red baseball cap and sunglasses in her top drawer, she shoved a magazine and sunscreen into her canvas tote.