Beginnings of a Partnership

After they got out of the pool, Jerome and Carrie made dinner together. With you, always takeout or something quick and easy. But here -- Jerome seasoned the steaks, placing the huge baked potatoes into the oven while the meat absorbed the salt. Carrie rolled out the dough, working on a homemade apple pie and a salad. They talked -- about growing up, about school, about work. It was easy. She felt like a fairytale princess, though none of the princesses growing up had a big handsome black prince like Jerome.

"Yeah, right Jerome ... you're so bad." Carrie said, wiggling her ass at him. He resisted the momentary urge to slap it. He closed his eyes ... and he felt Carrie's soft, wet lips meeting hers. e titled his hand, her tongue pushing into his mouth, tangling with his tongue They broke the kiss. The sexual tension was unbearable. He smelled good. He tasted good. He felt wonderful. Different, exotic ... better. And then the oven reminded them it had reached 400.