She looked over at Blake and saw the hurt on her face. “I didn’t realize how that sounded until after I said it. I’m sorry, Blake. But people ha...e missed you. I told them that you were out of town for the week.” “I’m sorry. I just needed some time.” Blake took the beer that Denise handed her and twisted the top off. She threw it across the room and straight into the trash can. She gave Denise a small smile when she turned and looked at her with surprise. “You got a basketball hoop around here. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to be with you. I guess the ‘dating’ part seems weird. Like I know you’ll be doing something like this with Mandy, or someone else. Like it makes this part less genuine.”I let that sink in a little. I still didn’t fully understand. She was a girl speaking in girl language after all.“I want you to know that I genuinely do like you, and I find you really interesting. I guess I wanted to try the dating thing with you, but if the whole situation doesn’t work for you, I. Her eyes closed for a moment and she inhaled slowly."I, I can't do that," she shuddered. Her heart was racing and her body was on fire. She needed to leave but his hand felt great on her tits and she did want to see his big black dick. She'd had a few friends in high school and college who'd dated and fucked black athletes and they'd all raved about them. They'd said they were all big and very good. They didn't eat pussy but they fucked like a****ls and if she hadn't been repulsed by them she. He said, ‘It seems like what you are suggesting is making more sense. Maybe, I can turn you into a musician yet.’ That was not a completely unusual thing to say just like I would routinely give him shit about not being able to ‘word smith’ his way out of a kindergarten nursery rhyme hour. But it did make me think because the first part was unusual. I kind of let things slip for the next week or so. Until I was home working on the song and Pam was the only other one at home. I was working on.