Quite smoothly at first

They sit at a table and start chatting. Kristen is happy to see Lawrence direct the conversation toward movie tastes rather than her racist abusive ex boyfriend. She suspects that he's avoiding the topic on purpose to avoid upsetting her, and is grateful for that. Additionally, they're both overjoyed to discover they share a common interest in horror and sci-fi movies. They're interrupted when the waitress, a nice looking brunette with big tits holded in a white and blue stripes shirt, comes to take their order. They both order beers and, while the waitress leaves, Kristen notices that Lawrence is looking at her booty waving away in her tight blue jeans. She would usually be annoyed to see her date show interest in another girl, but to her own surprise she finds herself fantasizing about the black man suddenly getting up, catching up the young woman and ripping off her shirt before fucking her doggy style right in the middle of the bar. Even more surprising, she realizes just the idea of it makes her feel horny.

"Kristen? Are you with me?" Lawrence suddenly asks.

The white girl blinks, then blushes. "I'm sorry. I was just thinking... Anyway, you were saying?"

Her companion smiles, seemingly amused. "I was asking you why you attended White Girl Wedenesday. No offense, but you looked like you were there for activist purposes, nor for the sex alone."

Kristen blushes even more. "Well, the sex was great. But I guess you're right. I did it mostly as an act of defiance toward my conservative background, but it was personal rather than political. However, I couldn't say I wasn't craving to get laid. What about you?"

He stays silent a few seconds, then answers "Nah, I was mostly here for the fuck. But I didn't expect to be paired with a girl I'd want to meet again, not necessarily to sleep with her. Not that I'd refuse to do it again, but y'see, now I'd like to bring you to dance or watch a movie as much as I'd like to get some more of your sweet tight pussy."

Kristen can't help but smile and blush at the same time, both pleased and intimidated by his boldness. It makes her feel hot. She's also glad that he doesn't seem to see her as a sex object only. "Well... I have to admit, I would probably enjoy all of it." she confesses, looking at his torso since she can't cross his eyes while making such a statement.

After a short silence, he gently caresses her cheek, giving her enough confidence to look up. He's smiling at her, but asks in a concerned tone "I feel like something's holding you back, though."

She blushes again. "You're right. Actually, it's not something, it's several things. As I said, I come from a conservative background, and I don't know how my family will react if... if this is serious and we are a thing. You just met Johnathan, which is not only my ex-boyfriend. He's also the son of by dad's best friend and they always pushed us into each other since we were kids. Just so you picture it, my father owns a ranch in Texas and is exactly what you'd expect from a guy who owns a ranch in Texas. He's not KKK, but just knowing his little girl had sex with a black guy might drive him crazy."

Lawrence was calmly listening from the beginning and only reacted by asking "And what about your mother?"

The white girl hesitated, then answered "It will be easier for her. She will only push for a marriage and half a dozen grandchildren."

He smiles. "It's the opposite for me. My father will probably think that dating a white girl is a sign of success for me and congratulate me, but my mother will lament that I didn't get myself a black girl with good cooking style and wide hips. If I ever bring you to a family diner, she will forcefeed you until you're as close from the typical Mama that you ever could be."

She laughs. "You'd rather if I was chubbier?"

"Nah, girl, you're perfect. But I'm sure you'd be perfect too if you were chubbier, and blissful if it came from my momma's cooking." He suddenly resume to being serious. "Kitty Kris, it would take far more than that to stop me, and I hope it's the same for you. There's something else."

She nods shily, once again intimidated. "It's just... Before we start, I'd like to have an idea of where we go. How committed we are to this. Do we see other people? That kind of things."

Lawrence sighs and hold both her hands in his grip. "I don't know what you expected, but I'd like to be your boyfriend, not your sex friend. I have to admit, I had several open relationships but I always had one actual girlfriend I committed to. I can promise I won't have sex with any other girl from now on unless we break up, but that's only if you want me to do it. However, you're the only one I will treat as my girlfriend."