The Sexual Adventures of Ben Washington Part 2

The Ups and Downs of Dating Sisters

After Sylvia, I was left without a lover. But, she had given me a sexual education and I was eager to find a girlfriend who I could try out my newly-acquired skills on. I guess, I was like Luke Skywalker in “The Empire Strikes Back,” eager to rush out and face Darth Vader. I realized sex was not political, and sometimes it was just about two people vibing on a physical level. I kind of felt guilty about fucking white girls. But, with all the single mothers in the Black community, I dreamed of finding a nice sister and creating a stable family unit. Maybe I wanted to prove that black men could be good fathers, maybe I wanted to be the father I never had.

However, that was easier said than done. Sisters on campus just weren’t feeling brothers like me. Even though I grew dreads and started pumping iron, I wasn’t having much luck in the dating department. I started getting active on campus and writing columns for the school paper on issues like race and affirmative action. I got a lot of praise from the columns, but no groupies. Hot women weren’t throwing pussy at writers. I also became active with the black student’s association, to see if I could meet some smart sisters. I did get to interact with some sharp, politically-minded black women, but they didn’t seem to make smart decisions with their pussies. I was stunned to see these sisters show up for meetings with knuckle-dragging jocks who could barely speak English properly. There was one sister in particular, who was always fighting for the cause, and I was shocked to learn she later had a baby with a drug dealer.

I got a job at the library to earn some extra money, and met a cute, petite sister named Khadijah. She told me her parents had been in the Nation of Islam, but now she was leaning towards the black church. We exchanged numbers and went on a few movie dates. I was the perfect gentleman and even bought her flowers. But, when I escorted her to her apartment and tried to kiss her, she pushed me away and said she only saw me as a friend. I couldn’t believe it, I had been friendzoned!

Our relationship cooled after that, but Khadijah insisted on remaining friends and telling me about her dates with a string of losers. She seemed to specialize in picking out dumb jocks. She even went as far as becoming a member of the hospitality team, who welcomed new recruits. I was young and stupid, so I put up with this. It’s only when I got older I realized trying to be friends with a woman you once tried to fuck, is an exercise in futility.

However, I kept trying with sisters and was set up on a blind date, with a sister called Nikki. (This was before the birth of the Internet, so nobody had Facebook pages.) She was dark-skinned and had a big booty. We went on a date, and when I took her back to my off-campus apartment, she was down to fuck. Sisters might pretend to be good church girls, but they had their freaky side. They just tried to hide it.

As soon as I got into the apartment, Nikki reached for my pants and unbuckled my jeans. She pulled out my cock and started sucking. She was skilled with her tongue, and was soon rewarded with a spurt of cum in her mouth. She swallowed it down and kept sucking until I had been licked clean. She stripped off her clothes and pushed me on the small bed, and bent over my cock.  As she sucked away at me, she presented her plump ass and I stuck out my tongue, and licked away at her cunt. It was the first time I had done 69, and I enjoyed the idea of eating pussy, while I was getting my dick sucked. We both pleasured each other and were rewarded with messy mutual ejaculations.

The sex was great with Nikki. She was always ready to fuck and just a phone call away. She would come over at any time of the day, even right after church, wearing her Sunday best and toting her bible. However, Nikki was one of those chicks who you learn to like less, the more you know about her. She was always available to fuck, because she didn’t work. I later learned that she lived in the projects. She also started hitting me up for money. I guess, she figured that since we were fucking, I owed her. Nikki had a hair-trigger temper and sometimes we would get into knock-down, drag-out fights over nothing, where she would throw fists, furniture and plates at me. Yes, I dated a hood-rat chick.

Things got even worse, when I tired of her antics and tried to break up with her. She called threatening my life. And she also said she was pregnant. Since she told me that she couldn’t have periods, I never used condoms. Despite my recent sexual education, I was still naive and stupid. Now, I found myself one of those many black men, who had gotten an unmarried woman pregnant. I felt guilty and started giving Nikki money for prenatal care. I eventually confided in Uncle Brian.

He was skeptical. “You better be careful, young blood. That’s sounds like a sympathy pregnancy.”

“What’s that?” I asked, mystified.

“That’s when a woman claims she is pregnant because she thinks you’re going to break up with her,” Uncle Brian said. “Some of those hoodrats see it as a way to juice brothers for money. You better make her take a pregnancy test. ”

That night, I bought a pregnancy test and made Nikki take it in front of me. She couldn’t believe it when it was negative.

“It must be faulty,” she said, and stormed off in a huff.

One night, I just got back from my library job, when I heard a knock at my door.  It was Khadijah. She was standing in my doorway, looking forlorn and slightly tipsy.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I said, annoyed.

“I was out drinking and my car broke down,” she said, slurring her words.

“Why can’t you call one of those losers that you're dating?” I said, testily.

“None of them are answering their calls,” she said.

Ever the nice guy, I relented and let her in. I told her to help herself to food in the fridge and make herself comfortable. We were eating pizza and watching TV, when there was a knock at the door. It was Nikki.  Now, I was faced with dealing with two crazy sisters! I tried to explain to Nikki that Khadijah and I were just friends, but she wasn’t having it. She insisted on spending the night. So while Khadijah slept off her hangover on the couch, Nikki and I spent the night fucking. I figured she saw Khadijah as competition and wanted to remind me of what I was missing.

I finally realized that you can’t break up with a woman who you are fucking, and decided to go cold turkey on Nikki’s crazy ass. Khadijah graduated and moved to Colorado. We kept up through email, which was fairly new back then, and phone calls. Khadijah got hit with cold, hard reality when she went into the professional world. She realized there are not a lot of decent, college-educated brothers out there and said she regretted her college choices. She eventually got married to a black nerd, like me. However, she still emailed and once asked me to meet up with her in Vegas! By then, I had tired of her nonsense and cut her off completely.

I still hadn’t given up on sisters though. One day, while I was getting my oil changed, I struck up a conversation with a bookish sister. She had fair skin and was curvy, with thick hips and a big butt. She wore large, owl-like glasses and had her hair pulled back in a bun. I noticed that she was reading “The Autobiography of Malcolm X.” I had read the book several years ago, and we soon got into a deep conversation about Malcolm’s journey.

I asked Victoria out on a date, which ended back at my apartment. We started kissing and groping each other’s clothes. I lead her to the bed and laid her down, lifted up her skirt and pulled off her panties. I slipped on a condom and tried to enter her, but she squealed in pain.

“That’s hurts,” she said and started crying. Victoria explained she had fooled around with guys, but had never gone all the way. Her parents were very religious and she felt guilty about letting them down.

I was perplexed. I had never encountered a virgin before. However, Victoria was game to try other things. I crept up beside her and slid my finger into her warm, wet snatch. She didn’t complain,as I probed her pussy. I played around with her cunt until I found her clitoris, and focused on her nub and began to stroke it gently, but firmly. She threw her head back and started to moan. She gripped my arms and bit my shoulder. I kept stroking until I felt her pussy tighten around my finger and she gushed.

“That felt so good,” Victoria said, with a dreamy smile on her face. “Let’s do it again.”

She then proceeded to give me best hand job I had ever had. Victoria might have been a virgin, but she knew how to please a man in other ways. 

And so we began a passionate affair. Victoria was an avid reader and turned me onto erotica and writers like Anais Nin and Zane. She also got a kick out of watching my porn tapes. (Yes, we had video tapes back in those days.). She found them hilarious, but insisted on watching them over and over again  Victoria bragged to all of her friends about how well she was being sexually satisfied. That was when I first learned that women like to talk about their sex lives. Looking back, I was surprised that none of them came sniffing around for a sample.

Even though Victoria was technically a virgin, she was eager to experiment sexually. Some how, she learned to give head well, and when I got home from work, she would rip off my belt, pull out my cock and go to town on me. She also had no problem swallowing when she made me climax. I got the impression that Victoria hadn’t had much intimate experience with men, because she seemed genuinely fascinated with my body. She loved running her hands over my pecs and muscled legs, and loved playing with my dick.

“I’m jealous,” she said one night, as she stared at my erection. “You men always have something to play with.”

She even followed me into the bathroom and watched me pee, fascinated with the dynamics of how that worked. Victoria loved reading and trying new things. One time, she suggested we try anal sex. I eagerly slipped on a condom and eased my dick into her asshole. Once my dick was halfway in, I worked it back and forth slowly, while playing with her clit. Victoria came hard and said it was the best orgasm of her life. I guess I made her a believer! So, even though we never had vaginal sex, she kept me happy with titty fucking, anal sex and blowjobs. In turn, my nimble fingers kept her pleased.

Sometimes, we got really adventurous. I told Victoria I once found my mom’s bodice rippers, and was interested in exploring that. That night, when we were making out, Victoria had stripped to her undies and was lying seductively on the bed. I hovered over her and cupped her face with my hands. I reached down, gripped her panties, and tugged at them until they shredded under my strong fingers, leaving her pussy naked. I dug my fingers under her bra and yanked at it until her boobs spilled free. I tossed her tattered underwear on the floor.

“Oh, my god!” Victoria cried. “That’s so manly.”

I grinned and fingered her roughly, until her body shook with back-to-back orgasms. I then pulled her to her knees, lubed her ass and sunk my cock in deep. I slowly fucked her, until I shot a huge load of cum into her crack. Afterward, we lay there, covered in sweat and cum. We fell asleep entwined in each others arms.

Victoria and I continued our steamy relationship until she moved away to grad school at Ole Miss. We eventually drifted apart and lost touch. It was a learning experience and it showed me there were a variety of sisters. It also furthered my education into the mysterious world of the female mind.