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Friday, December 5, 2014

Looking for Your Girlfriend (Text Version)

Your girlfriend said that she was just going over to Melissa's for a bit, before the two of you went out to dinner.
But she had been gone for over an hour now as you were beginning to wonder if she had forgotten about the time.
So you decided to go over to John and Melissa's to check on her, because the two of you had a reservation at the restaurant.
As you rang the door bell Melissa opened.
"Hi, was just wondering if... was here?" You asked about your girlfriend.
"Oh hey..." Melissa sounded a bit odd.
"She was, but she left some time ago, I think she was heading back to you." Melissa told you.
"Oh that's strange, she's not home yet. We had a dinner reservation and I thought she was here and had forgotten about the time." You told her.
"Well... she might have just taken a walk, she'll probably be home soon." Melissa told you.
As you were talking to her you saw you buddy John standing in the next room, as he looked like there was something they weren't telling you.
"I'm sure you're right, I'll just head home then." You told her as you said bye.
Then just as you were leaving the door opened again and John came out.
"Hey, my wife didn't want to say anything but..." John began.
"But what?" You asked.
"Well as your girlfriend left, I saw her talking to Jerome." He told you looking at you as both of you knew Jerome.
Jerome was this rude black guy who had moved in to your neighborhood a year ago.
He made no secret that he didn't like any of you white men in the neighborhood.
But the thing that concerned most men in the neighborhood was that he was a real ladies man.
John had even told you after having a few too many, that he had caught Jerome with his wife Melissa, kissing.
"And well... I thought I saw them... walking down the street to his place." John told you while looking away a bit.
Both of you knew what that probably meant, as you had found Jerome hitting on your women more than once, though you pretended not to know.
"Oh... well I guess she... she just walked down the street with him, and then left him at his house." You said as both of you pretended to believe that.
"Yeah... well... I'll see you." John said as you felt very jealous as you stood there thinking about what you should do.
Your girlfriend was the girl of your dreams, the girl you were thinking about asking to marry you.
So you decided to go over to Jerome's, and see if she was there.
On the way down to his house, your heart was pumping as you really didn't want her to be there.
As you came up to his house you took some time to get your nerve up.
As with most white men in the neighborhood, you felt very intimidated by Jerome, so it took a few moments to get you the courage to ring the doorbell.
Then as you heard footsteps coming closer, you felt that your girlfriend was probably home by now, and that you should leave, but it was too late.
"What the fuck do you want?" Jerome stood in the door opening.
"Ehm... well... I was..." You stuttered as you were feeling anxious.
"Yo, I don't have all fucking day white boy, what the fuck you want?!" He said in a mean way.
"I... I was wondering if... if my girlfriend was here?" You then got the nerve to ask.
"Your girlfriend huh. She's that fine ass blonde with those soft titties, right?!" Jerome had a smug look on his face.
"She... she's... blonde..." You said feeling so jealous.
"Yeah she's back by the pool..." He told you with a grin on his face.
"Oh... well... can I go and see her?" You asked him as you felt even more anxious.
"You're not setting a god damn foot in my crib mutha fucker!" Jerome told you harshly.
That made you feel so jealous, knowing that your beautiful girlfriend was back there, and you weren't allowed to see her.
At that point you wished that you were like those guys on television, that stood up to guys like this, but you were nothing like that, and never had been.
"Oh... but... could... could you tell her that I'm here?" You asked him looking down a bit.
"I'm not telling her a fucking thing white boy. Now get the fuck off my lawn before I kick your ass!" Jerome told you in a mean way.
Right then you heard your girlfriend's sweet voice.
"Jerome, where are you. My white ass is really starting to miss you." You heard your girlfriend call out from the backyard.
"Coming girl. Just had to get rid of a fucking pest out here!" Jerome said grinning at you as he just removed his towel exposing the biggest blackest cock you had ever seen.
You felt so weak and inferior as you knew what was going to happen back there, and what had probably already happened.
You couldn't help but to wheep as you walked home, images flashing of that rude black man taking your girlfriend from behind.

2 comments:

  1. nice story but could have better ending like he sneaked to the fence and saw his gf enjoying herfelf with Jerome.

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  2. With either ending you just know the whiteboi is going to be beating off as soon as he gets home. If he is an experienced boi, he will be hoping Jerome has granted permission for him to perform cream pie duties.

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