Tell the truth

I introduce myself and explain that our family just moved in next door.

Brooke smiles at me. "So you don't really know anyone here either?" I shake my head. "Well, it's nice to meet a friend," she says, batting her big blue eyes at me. I feel my cock stirring in my pants. I try to focus: now is no time to scare her with an imappropriate erection!

"Well, my husband just called," she sighs. "He's not coming home from work for a few hours. I was just preparing dinner. Would you like to stay?"

"Okay!" I say, figuring this would give me a chance to get to know her.

Brooke walks into the kitchen and begins preparing dinner. "So, tell me about yourself...?" she asks. There's not much to tell, but I recount a little of my life so far and concluding with our move here. She seems interested.

"You know, I never had a black friend before," Brooke says suddenly with a guilty smile. "My father was kind of... racist, I guess. He said I could never trust black men, that they would just want to use me. He told me every black man secretly wants to dominate pretty white women, **** them, **** them... **** for slavery, I guess." She looks at you warily but with a smile. "So I couldn't date black men, no matter how much I wanted to. It's always been exciting, because it's so forbidden!"