Ramya: first date with a black guy

I only date white guys. Blacks guys rarely chase me (not sure why), and I don't have Claire's interracial fantasy.

Any pre-marital sex risks an arranged or love marriage to an Indian. But fucking a black guy? Much worse. I'd be done for sure. I think even an innocent first date would give me a reputation I could not shake.

This unjust reality makes me madder today even as I look around to make sure no Indians are here.

I'm going to give him a shot. I smile back, and he’s clearly impressed with me at least. I wish I could say the same for him.

Matt is overweight with poor fashion sense. I feel guilty (I've been there). I'm taller by a few inches in heels. But he has manners, a good smile, and we move to a table and stay for dinner.

"You're surprised I'm black, aren't you?" he asks.

"Yes. It's okay, Matt, really." I'm surprised I missed it. His race is probably on his profile. With a name like Matt and since black guys rarely pursue me, I just assumed.

"I know. If it wasn't, I could tell."

Despite that insight, I can tell he's nervous. But I enjoy his company even though I'm not attracted.

Matt is halfway done with his diet and exercise goals, down 50 pounds with 50 to go. We converse easily and share "before" pictures. He's two years older at 25, just starting his tech career in a help desk role. I floor him when I tell him my job. In terms of physical attractiveness and career success, I'm way out of his league.

But I can't deny I'm having fun. I relax and enjoy a second drink. Matt is a great listener and is genuinely interested in getting to know me. He also ignores all the hot waitresses showing skin and flirting for tips. He only has eyes for me, and I eat it up.

When the bill comes, he reaches and insists over my protests. I text Claire while he's in the restroom:

Me: He's black :) Want me to give him your number?

Claire: Sure! It worked out last time.

Claire: You better have a strong drink first. You're too tight for a black guy.

Me: Whatever lol

Matt returns, and I'm pleasantly surprised when he works up the courage to ask for sex. I'll have to reject him, of course, but it's fun that he tries.

"I live nearby. I walked here actually... not because I can't drive. I mean, I have a car. And I think you're really sexy and fun, Ramya..."

"Thanks." I playfully arch a brow. "Matt, just ask. You've been undressing me with your eyes for an hour."

He looks at my breasts again, which I love. My top and bra were carefully selected to facilitate this. "Do you want to come to my place?"

"I don't typically do that on a first date." I see his disappointment, and I add, "Matt, you're still a virgin, aren't you?"

His look says it all. He nods. One more thing we have in common. “I've been there,” I say. I'm still there. “I shouldn't have asked like that. It was rude. I'm sorry.”

"It's fine. I'm in the middle of turning my life around," he says. "No rush. It will happen."

"Well-said," I say. "But..." I add, taking on a playful tone and looking around to make sure nobody can hear. "Matt, come on. I'm so far out of your league it's not even funny."

Matt smartly plays along instead of being offended at my mock-arrogance. "I know. A guy can try."

"Well come on, sell it. What can you offer me?"

He grins. "I know I'm still heavy, but I'm charming and smart and losing weight. My place is clean. I have a good job now, and I'm working on finishing my degree."

"Are you trying to get laid or interviewing for a job?" I tease.

Matt moves to sit next to me instead of across, says in a low voice, "Okay, I wasn't going to say this. But I'm a black guy, so, you know, I have a big..."

I try not to laugh, to let him to finish. I'm leaning in to hear, showing even more of my tits. "Penis?"

"Yes."

"From what I've observed, that is a myth about black people. And I'm not a size queen anyway."

"Oh."

I've just shot down the one advantage he thought mattered. I soften. Matt is a kindred spirit, a fellow overweight virgin. He's just a little behind me. I enjoy helping him like I miss helping Claire.

"Matt," I say, leaning over a bit more, enough to press my lips against his for a kiss that lingers for a second, then I breathe, “Walk me to my car. Kiss me again and I'll consider your offer."

Matt is petrified as he goes in for the kiss at my car. I don't pull away, he gets the hint, and I get a few minutes of sloppy tongue kiss. I press into him to grind his cock, but his belly blocks me.

"Well, that wasn't horrible," I joke.

He looks down in resignation. "Well, if you don't put out on first dates, here's to hoping I get a second date."

"Matt, I'll come see your place. I need to walk off this buzz anyway, and maybe I can be persuaded into some bad decisions.”

"Really?!"

"You don't live in some ghetto area do you? Am I safe?"

He laughs and says yes. So we walk the five minutes to his apartment. It's clean and basic.

I accept a drink in his kitchen, his clue I'm here to stay. When he leans in for another kiss, I accept. It's better; he's a fast learner.

He gropes my breast through my clothes. "Can we... have sex now?"

I can't help but laugh at his blunt, clueless approach. Matt has a snowball's chance in hell of getting laid tonight. I'm not going to pop my cherry for a black guy I'm hardly even attracted to, whose filthy cock would stain my reputation and leave me unmarriageable. I pull his hand off my breast and kiss him and say, “I don't think so. But I'll meet you in the middle. I've had a good time tonight. I'll suck your dick. Have you had a blow job before?”

“No,” he says and smile.

“Well, I've been told I'm pretty good at it. Get in the bedroom and take off your clothes. Point me to the bathroom, okay?”

I pee and check his medicine cabinet and don't find any red flags. I stall to let him get naked and miss me, then come into the bedroom.

He's naked as ordered. While still very overweight, I'm more attracted to him now that I know his personality and feel comfortable. “You shave?” I ask. “Even when you're not getting any action?”

“Here’s to hoping,” he says, taking the joke in stride.

The look backfires on Matt. It just makes him look like he's trying too hard, and his penis looks very small. I'm ashamed to be a bit disappointed. I wasn't going to have sex anyway, and even if I was, a small dick would be better for my first time. I just want to play with a “Big Black Cock” and brag to Claire later. I see what I suspect is his tiny cockhead hidden by foreskin sticking out of a giant ball sack, with whatever shaft he has being swallowed up by his scrotum. Already overweight, the problem is exacerbated in his pubic region, where extra skin and fat congregate and hide his dick.

I lick my lips in anticipation and prepare to rock this virgin's world.