Cultural Mix

My coworkers teased...
In disbelief, that the revoking interest
made them uneasy.
My "Caucasian crew" had no idea
we'd been flirting for three months now.
Winks & gestures.

I felt their discomfort to my open behavior regarding him.

Elizabeth & Sarah, had both made passes at him
numerous times throughout the day.
Rejection isn't anyone's friend, but they'd soon discover,
the interest wasn't mutual.

I could no longer hide the desire I had for this man
as I watched him across from me.
His muscular body, wavy hair, cologne...
Mmmmm!
He was white.
My stomach had never tightened at the look of a Caucasian Man.

The women clustered near him.
Yet, he carried himself casually.

The elation, the confusion.
I knew to seek a certain kind of individual with color preference in mind,
was discriminating.
So why had I never considered?
I knew these answers.

John was everything in a man that made butterflies twirl around a woman's heart. His charm, & his magnetic aura of confidence did a number on me.
Elizabeth & Sarah could never hear these words uttered.

I got a call that night... "Hello, is Sierra available?"
I responded, assuring him he'd reached me.
He went on to say

"I'm attracted to you. I tried to restrain these feelings due to judgement,
separate views & other meaningless opinions, but I want you.
In every sense of the word, Sierra. You're a beautiful queen.
I've watched you light up the office. I've watched your smile.
The way you control the board room. The flirting is fun, but I prefer to be with you"

I was skeptical.
My mind surfaced to our social status being diminished in public,
being looked down on, stamps of approval, feeling ridiculous to even 'try' him.  But all that came out was "John, will you come over?"

He stood before me, 45 minutes after the phone hung up.
I didn't see color. I saw a Man.
A Man that felt for me, as I did for him.
We kissed.
Our tongues danced in a rhythmic motion that caused a throbbing sensation below my navel.
I was passionately into him.
My thighs filled with my juices at the touch of John's hands.
He grabbed my face, kissed my neck & made his way to my breasts.
I resisted. I was his. I trusted him to cater to my body.
On my bed, he opened my legs, prepared to savor a meal that surpassed dinner. I was surprised.

He made me orgasm moments after he'd dive.
Squirting my emotions across the room, with little time to please him.
He stopped me. He had a point to prove, a vendetta against the naysayers,
a reason to make me believe, a moment to help me understand...
His agenda.
He went inside of my warm, calm, attentive pussy with care.
My walls were covered with his penis. It was time.
His strokes were soft, without force.

That made me want him, more.

He watched me.
As bad as I wanted to ride him, to taste him, to show & prove on my end,
he didn't want me to.
John created love. Every part of my body was pleased.
After we both came together, he kissed my forehead.

John stayed over that night.
We also attended the office Christmas party together that year.
Elizabeth & Sarah hasn't spoken to me since.

Meanwhile, my "sista girls" have high fived me each morning,
for my boldness.

Be fearless! Be daring!❤️