CURIOSITY_(2)

Abigail (Abby) Fontaine was born and raised in Memphis, Tennessee. She was a true southern belle in every sense; including her soft southern drawl. She had long blond wavy hair and electrifying blue eyes set against a clear milky white complexion. Her full pale pink lips invited kisses. She was a fashionista who always wore the latest fashions that accented her slender five-foot-seven frame. She turned heads everywhere she went.

In high school, she was the girl every boy dreamed of dating but didn’t because they were intimidated by her beauty. She had no steady boyfriends but was always voted Home Coming Queen every year. Some boys actually paid for and or coerced others to vote them Home Coming King just for the honor of escorting her to the dance that followed the Home Coming football game. Her four years in college pretty much followed the same pattern. She was always the Belle of the Ball. She eventually met and married a man of similar good looks. He had the confidence it took to be with someone as beautiful as Abby. They married shortly after graduating college

Abby has been happily married to him for twenty years. He wasn’t as successful as had hoped he would be but she loved him anyway. She is married to the Police Lieutenant in charge of the Memphis Vice Squad. They have beautiful twin daughters (Nicole and Natalie) who are in their freshmen year at neighboring Mississippi State University. Abby and her husband are not wealthy, but she still manages to dress like a fashion model. Life couldn’t be better. That’s why it makes no sense she is about to do what she has planned. It could totally destroy her happy family. She doesn’t even understand why she feels compelled to follow through on her plan. It’s just something she has been curious about her whole life and thinks now is the time to explore that curiosity.

Growing up in the Deep South Abby had heard tales about what great lovers’ black men were in the bedroom. She wanted to know if all black men really had large cocks that stayed hard for hours. She often found herself fantasizing about having sex with a black man. Visions of a black man humping between her creamy white thighs filled her head most nights when she drifted off to sleep. It thrilled her to see her long white legs wrapped around his really dark waist, pulling him deep as he plowed her fertile southern pussy. She had never acted on her taboo urges to fuck a black man, but never the less the thoughts were still occasionally on her mind. She had grown up hearing the expression that once you go BLACK, you never go BACK. It was first presented to her as a myth that dated back to the Civil War. The story goes that while southern men were away from the Plantations fighting the war, their women turned to black slaves for sexual relief. They supposedly found that sex with black slaves was so raw and satisfying it was hard for them to give it up when their men returned from war. Many women continued the illicit sex behind their husband’s back. This often resulted in a burning cross and a lynching of the offending black man. No one ever admitted that it was the white women who welcomed the black cocks into their bedroom. Indeed, no white southern gentleman would ever admit that his woman preferred black cock more than his own cock.

It’s ten o’clock on a Friday night, and Memphis nightlife was coming alive. Abby’s husband is working the 10 PM to 6 AM shift, and she is supposedly enjoying a night out with the girls. She is dressed in a beige linen dress with a scooped neckline and brown high heel shoes. Her apparel is accented by a string of white cultured South Sea pearls that once belonged to her great-grandmother. The pearls are nestled on top of her 36C breast. She is dressed as though she were going to a party at the luxurious Peabody Hotel in downtown Memphis. She’s not. She is driving east on Lamar Avenue in East Memphis searching for Club de l’ amour; an exclusive black nightclub that catered to wealthy black professionals and black executives. She had heard her husband speak of the club quite often. It was one of those places that the police had to handle with discretion because of the well-connected clientele; Captains of industry so to speak. Black Executives from FEDEX, Nike and International Paper frequented the Club. They wheeled enough power with the Black Mayor to ensure they were not embarrassed by Police raids as they enjoyed their relaxation at the Club.

Abby had grown up in a time when it was strictly taboo for a white woman to be seen in the company of a black man. It was absolute suicide for a white woman to entertain the thoughts of having sex with a black man. But times have changed in the South and tonight, at the exclusive Club de l’ amour, Abby fully intended to find out if it was true about the lovemaking skills of the black man. She was already wet with anticipation when she pulled into the circle drive of Club de l’ amour and waited for the young valet to open her car door. When she swung her legs around to exit the vehicle the valet was treated to a brief glimpse of her lacey white panties and a distinct camel toe. The valet handed her a claim check and quickly spun away with her vehicle. She added a dab of pink lip-gloss and then checked her appearance in the glass door one last time before entering the Club. A short, stocky black man in a tuxedo met her at the door and escorted her to the bar. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her as she gave the bartender her drink order. She was the only white person in the Club. She felt like celebrity as men studied her slender body from head to toe.

Within minutes, a tall, handsome black man approached her and introduced himself as Tyrell Johnson; the owner of Club de l’ amour. He wanted to welcome her to his nightclub and invited her to join him at his private booth just off the dance floor. He was casually dressed in a white polo shirt and dark linen slacks. He was very well-mannered and spoke with a deep bass voice. She graciously accepted his invitation and told him her name was Abby. Tyrell was six feet two, slender build and medium brown complexion. When he smiled, he looked a lot like Denzel Washington. They chatted quietly in his private booth for about thirty minutes and nursed their drinks.