Erika follows Booker

A beach shack sat on every other block in Stony Harbor. Summer workers sold beach umbrellas, chairs, rafts, and had a hot dog steamer with chips and sodas out front. Booker nodded at the pimply-faced kid running the shack by his stand and walked into the shack. Confused, Erika followed him inside.

Booker closed the door, darkening the shack except for light streaming in from the door. "Now what can I do for you?"

"We want to have another party tonight and we were wondering if you'd get us some more beer?"

"What's in it for me?"

Erika stuttered, "Well, I guess we could scrape up some extra bucks for you."

"Can I join the party?"

"Yeah, I guess."

"Will you be my date?"

"What? No, I'm seeing someone back home."

"I thought I sensed a spark between us. I was hoping for a kiss last night."

"But we just walked to the hotel together. Nothing more." Erika hadn't expected getting Booker to buy beer would be so difficult. She had volunteered to ask him to get them more. She was the least popular of the group and the attention she had gotten walking into the party last night with Booker carrying a case had thrilled her. Bring a teenager booze and they're your new best friends.

"You’re lying. You wanted to kiss me as much as I wanted to kiss you. Kiss Jme now and I'll consider it."

"No."

"You want the beer or not? Just one kiss."

"Just a kiss?"

"Yes," he said, taking a step towards her.

Erika found herself looking into Booker's massive chest, then up at his handsome face looking down at her. For some reason a shiver ran down her spine. She felt her nipples pushing out her swimsuit, embarrassing her. Booker put his hand around her back and pulled her into his chest. He was so big, he had to hunch over to kiss her. Her lips parted as his face approached her. The shiver wouldn't stop when his lips touched hers and her belly began to feel funny like when she had to speak before a group.

Erika had been planning on a quick peck, but Booker's hand in her back kept their mouths and bodies crushed together. Besides, the desire to make this a quick kiss was rapidly fading and being replaced with a desire to remain in his arms forever. She gave no resistance when his tongue pushed into her mouth, her own tongue pushing back. Nor did she object when his hand moved down her back and cupped her ass cheek. "Wow!" she said, when he finally broke the kiss.

"Told you there was a spark between us."

"Wow," she said again. His hands were on her shoulders now and he was gently pushing down.

"There's something I need you to do for me."

Erika's knees gave out and she fell to her knees at his feet. She found herself staring at the outline of his huge cock which had turned fully erect from kissing her. I did that, she thought, I made it that big. Booker's cock was so big that the knobby head stuck out of one leg. "What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to get me off. Make me cum."

"What? I can't, I've never done anything like that before. My boyfriend..."

"Do this for me and I'll buy all the booze you need for the rest of the week. You'll be the most popular girl in the motel. It's easy just take it out and stroke it for me."

Erika was a virgin. She would have had sex, but her boyfriend tended to orgasm before he even got it in her. She found fooling around to be disappointing to say the least. She knew about hand jobs, but had never done it. She also knew that women occasionally used their mouths to get men off. The other girls had done it, Stephanie actually seemed to enjoy doing it and had sucked off several men even swallowing their cum, but then she was a bit of a slut. "I'm not a slut," she
whispered.

"Erika, this won't make you a slut. You're doing me a favor. Besides, after all you made it this big, you should make it go down."

"You wont tell the others?"

"Of course not." Dumb bitch didn't want the others to know she had touched a black man's cock.