On the other side, how could I respond with so much desire? I thought I understood passion...I had always had unusual sexual desires; even as a little girl. Ok, this role as a whore brought that to the surface, but how was it I could truly fall in love with each of these guys.
I lay there, gently holding this man with his member still deep in my mouth, trying to understand why, at some point in my involvement I fell in love. How could that possibly be?
I had now sexed over fifty black lovers and there wasn’t one I wouldn’t happily do again, and again, and again. Each of them had wanted me so badly. They each poured there life into my young body and were willing to pay to do it. Did they comprehend, when they were finished that I loved each of them immensely and would willingly have done it for nothing? Bobby just charged for what I would gladly do anytime now.
So Jamal, the big black guy that started all this, was leaving. In a strange way this was very disappointing. I looked so fucking exotic and he would go wild if he saw me now. But, I just had to deal with him going. I had no way to contact him and no idea what I would say if I did. How would he handle it when he learned I was still pregnant? Jamal had so much love and concern for me. He had offer a plan that would "solve" things for me, but then things blew up at home, and his plan was blown up with that.
From his point of view I disappeared. He probably was getting ready for Panama thinking everything was back to normal for me. I was back in my white world getting ready for college. But he would certainly wonder why I was still in an arrangement with Bobby.
I would be in the back of his mind all the time he was gone. I was past history. Panama was the future. He would wonder about me all the time he was gone.
But, here I am well along with his black baby and he would not know. Maybe he would wonder if I was still pregnant. How would he react to that? What would he want to do? It didn’t matter; he was out of the picture. He had military orders to Panama.
I went back to summarizing my situation. That always took my mind off of any present problem. I was laying here, half asleep, with a very big black man who I had just sucked to oblivion and now loved very much...I was knocked up by a another very big black guy I loved very much who was leaving the country...I was supported and pimped out by another black guy I also loved very much...it just went on and on. I had now had sex with so many different black guys and thought the world of each of them. Well for now Jamal had to be out of things for me.
I settled on one question. Was there any possibility that Caroline Webster could ever again be satisfied with the dull mundane life in the white world?
For a fleeting moment my mind went to Kyle. Our time together was such a disappointment. What a joke.
Now my life was a tangled jungle of erotic anticipations and it was all in Bobby’s world.
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