The weather, regrettably, was not cooperating. It started to rain, and rain hard. So much for my walk, I mused. Nor was I that interested in seeing...a Robert Redford movie that was getting mixed reviews. Since I was near Green St., I decided to call it a day and head up the hill for home. Here is where things got interesting.Because my dad sometimes took afternoon naps on weekends, I was extra careful to hold down the noise of my return. As quietly as I could, I unlocked the apartment. Let me pull into a parking spot."I pulled away as George headed back to his car. Once in a parking space, I looked around and saw him pull out of the lot. I sat there for several minutes, mulling over his last statement. I wondered if he was hard up for money and was embarrassed by his question. Either way, it didn't seem to matter since I never got his number.I finally left and headed home, wondering if I'd ever hear from him again.It was the following afternoon that I received a call at work. I was shocked... but I didn't question it. My dick was already getting hard.She finished serving the ball and her opponent sliced it back... but the coach blew his whistle and practice was over. As her opponent walked off the court, she looked back at me for a brief moment. I was shocked out of my stare and quickly tried to look away as if I wasn't checking her out or something. Then I remember the giant bulge in my pants and threw my hands over it to try and hide it. When I looked up she was. If you were to fuck a black guy, that’s different because you would be getting something you’re not getting from me. Tell me how does this make you feel?”She sounded intrigued. “Well... ok. I know what you mean. So you would want me to fuck a black guy?”“ONLY a black guy,” I stressed. “I’d love to give you a hall pass for black guys. No white men. Ok?”Her: “Ok, love.”Me: “Do you have anyone on your mind already?"She was thinking of how to put this. “Well… There’s one that I’ve caught checking.