He was like dark chocolate with a buttery baritone voice. When she heard him sing “Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair” in choir one day, she had to have him. Rey was also on the wrestling team and liked to lift weights, so he was also had a great physique. He was like a black sun god… El Rey.
She was smitten with his voice, his body, and his game. He wrote her long pages of poetry proclaiming his love for her. She spent a good deal of time fantasizing about what a life with him would mean. They would have beautiful mixed children with buttery skin who would sing in buttery tones. Her life would be Just Like Butter.
After making love they would stand at the vanity mirror and look at each other admiring their contrasting skins. She with the long reddish hair running down her back and her large blue eyes. He with his dark skin, muscles bulging, and smooth talk. They liked the idea of being together even though they knew no one would approve.
Rey liked to win bets in the weight room on how much he could press. During lunch he would go to the gym to practice pressing and lifting. No girls were allowed in the weight room, but one day after a particularly heavy session the coach agreed to allow Kristie to come into the gym and pose on his back while he did a series of push ups.
The guys had bets on how many he could do. Everyone in the building gathered in a circle around him as Kristie entered accompanied by two beefy hunks on the football team. Even the coaches on duty moved in to get a better look.
If she had known she was going to put on a show, she might have dressed differently. Today she was wearing her blue two piece sleeveless tropical print blouse and a-line mini skirt with some black bikini panties and matching push up bra. She removed her little strappy sandals, and took her place balanced on Rey’s back.
He was starting from a down position and it took a couple of minutes for her to place her ample fanny in balance. Finally he said he was ready and she pointed her toes and struck a pose. He began with all his might and only made it to the count of three or four before collapsing with an audible thud.
She watched the coach’s face through the whole process smiling provocatively. The coach would get in trouble for this later, but for now he and everyone else was having a moment. This was like porn in some odd way. Everyone was getting off on this spectacle.
At the end of it, gossip went around that Rey had lifted her at least a dozen times. That night he whispered in her ear how much he loved her and how proud he was to have her on his back. His giant cock engulfed her and she had her own moment beneath him pounded by his well muscled body and his deep whispers of longing.
The next day at her voice lesson, she began practicing “Black Is the Color of My True Love’s Hair…” in her own outstanding contralto.
(First published 9/20/12)
