Surviving in Dateland-Chapter 6

Please be advised this contains explicit sexual content.

86764730293033930_VibpMBRZ_cChapter 6

The remainder of the day had gone smoothly. No more private conversations with the harpy, Mara, so Sophie had relaxed a bit. She still knew that she and Brock had to talk later but he didn’t try to make her uncomfortable. He stayed close by her the rest of the day, talking, laughing with his friends and relaxing it was a good atmosphere. The two nemeses seemed kind of pouty but no one paid them much attention.

They’d gotten back to the park about 5:30 pm, Brock was helping Sophie lug some of her stuff back to her truck. They were saying their good-byes to his friends when she heard the voices of the two nemeses behind her. She sighed and rolled her eyes, Brock glanced over at her and smiled knowingly.

They caught up and Mara took Brock by the arm trying to pull him away from where he and Sophie were on the sidewalk.

‘Brock,’ she said in a whiny voice, ‘I want to ask you something before you leave.’

Sophie noticed he seemed to have no intention of moving from her side.

‘You can ask me here, Mara.’

Both she and Whitney got annoyed pained looks on their faces. Sophie thought it just made them look less attractive, not complimentary at all.

Sophie tried to assure him, she’d be okay on her way to the parking, ‘go ahead Brock, I’ll be fine. This bag isn’t heavy and I’ll just walk slow so you can catch up.’

Brock pulled his arm away from Mara and took Sophie’s hand, she noticed the intimate gesture so did Mara and Whitney. Mara’s face went completely red, she looked like she was about to produce steam from her ears and that pained look became extremely unattractive.

‘Well, Brock,’ she started talking quickly as if she was trying to hustle him into something. ‘Whitney and I are going to this new club tonight in Kirkland. We wanted to see if you wanted to tag along like old times, you can meet us out at our place and we’ll go out and have some real fun.’

Sophie just stood there, trying to ignore the conversation but Brock didn’t let her hand go. In fact as they talked he started to rub the inside of her palm with his thumb. Sophie was actually getting turned on by the simple gesture.

‘Oh sorry guys, Sophie and I got plans tonight.’

‘You and Sophie got plans,’ Mara said in disbelief it sounded like she wanted to spit the words out.

‘Yea, we do. Anyway, I’m not into that stuff anymore. I’m surprised you two are, clubs were never really my thing in college and they certainly aren’t now.’

‘Oh okay then. Guess we’ll see at the barbecue in two weeks,’ Mara asked batting those fake eyelashes.

Sophie had had just about enough but Brock had her hand in his and he wasn’t letting her go. These two were a piece of work, shameless sluts.

‘I’ll be there. See you guys later.’ He let Sophie’s hand go for a moment and hugged them both quickly, Sophie noticed Mara tried to hang on but Brock wasn’t having it.

Sophie said a quick good-bye and they mumbled something under their breath but she didn’t care she was on her way to have a talk with the sexiest man ever. Mara and Whitney were on their way to probably try to hook up with some nitwits.

She’d driven over to Brock’s place; this would be her first time at his house. They usually met at an arranged spot, he’d been to her place in West Seattle but since they were closer to him, they decided to head to his place. When she got there she was so hot and sticky, she wanted to shower and change of clothes, she had brought some with her. She was planning on staying at her mom’s for the night so she’d packed an overnight bag.

When they finally stopped it was front of a brick house, small in size, there were two houses next to it that we’re exactly like it. It was cute, small front yard, no shades on a large picture window in the front and a garage for one car. She parked on the street. Brock met her at her car door.

‘Hey there, pretty lady can I help you with something?’ He was so sweet and gallant, she really enjoyed it.

She climbed down out of the truck, she’d found that Brock wasn’t as big a tree-hugger as she thought. He loved her truck, had actually asked to drive it once when they’d gone up hiking. He was an outdoor kind of guy and appreciated that her truck could go places his Prius could not.

‘I’m fine, just feeling kind of grimy. You know all day in the sun, some perspiration, a little sand and suntan lotion is not a good feeling.’

‘Well I kind of don’t know what to tell you, you can use my shower. I don’t know what you’ll wear. But I’ve got some t-shirts in there, they’ll be kind of big.’ He held his arms out to demonstrate his massiveness. None of which was lost on Sophie.

‘I’ve got a change of clothes,’ she picked up her overnight bag.

Brock looked slightly confused, ‘were you planning on staying?’

‘No, no’ Sophie said immediately she wanted him to know she had not planning on seducing him, ‘I was headed to my mom’s to spend the night. That’s all.’

‘Oh okay, well why don’t you go in and take a shower and then I’ll get cleaned up. Maybe we can walk down to the Swede and get beer, maybe something to eat.’

Sophie tried to sound nonchalant, ‘Okay sounds good to me.’

Sophie was turning to get the rest of her stuff out of the car, Brock pulled her close and looked her directly in the eyes, ‘then we can talk.’

‘Okay.’ She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his, those deep chocolate orbs had her mesmerized.

They’d decided to walk down to the bar, it was nice mild evening. It was little after 7 pm and the sun was still out, one of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest were the long summer days when the sun set at 9 pm or so.

They walked and didn’t talk much, Sophie had a print sundress she put on with a lavender sweater, she had some slipper leather flats that were yellow. She looked over at Brock intermittently as they strolled, she was still struck by how handsome he was. He’d changed into a button down blue plaid shirt with a long sleeved blue sweater hoodie and jeans, he was sporting a pair of white converse. He was a great dresser but never overdone. She kept wondering where he got his style from. Sophie was looking when he turned to her with a curious glance.

‘What you looking at, sexy lady?’

Sophie was embarrassed she’d been caught staring at him again, ‘nothing just noticing how sharp you are.’

‘I am, aren’t I?’ he responded puffing up his chest in an attempt to look cocky. He didn’t look convincing to her.

She chuckled, ‘you don’t have an egotistical bone in your body.’

‘Well I do have an ego when it comes to two things, my skills as a teacher and my skills in the bedroom.’

Sophie just looked down at the sidewalk and kept walking.

They were sitting at a table in The Swede enjoying a drink, tonight Sophie had decided to ditch the beer and go for something more sophisticated, scotch and soda.

‘I can’t believe you’re drinking scotch?’ Brock told her in surprise, ‘I don’t know of any women who drinks scotch besides my great Aunt Elke.’

‘Really, I love it,’ she said as she sipped a bit more of the smooth brown liquid, ‘I can’t drink a bunch of them but when I want to go high faluting I drink scotch.’

‘You are a total conundrum Sophie Roberson, I’m just stumped by you.’

‘Stumped,’ she said scrunching her nose, ‘I’m easy, I’m not a girly girl, I make beer, I’m horrible at dating, I need to get into better shape and I’m a tad mature.’

‘No those things aren’t you,’ he told her softly, he took her hand in his, ‘ not the real you.’

‘That is the real me.’

‘No it’s not, we’ve been hanging out for a few weeks now and you’re very cautious about how far you let me in.’

‘Well that’s just called, getting to know you.’

‘I get that but there’s something else. It oughtta be obvious to you by now, that I dig you Sophie. You’re the coolest chick I’ve met in a long time.’

Sophie wasn’t sure how to respond, she’d figured out today that although she’d given him the brush off awhile back he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘Well, Brock I don’t know what to say. I like you too but it’s just that you’re younger than me.’

‘Yea. And.’

‘Well I mean aren’t you uncomfortable with that, wouldn’t you feel odd out in public with me.’

Brock started turning his head looking around, he looked under the table and over the back of Sophie to the next booth.

‘Sophie do you see anyone paying attention to us,’ he put her hand to his lips and kissed it.

She started blushing, ‘Well I guess not.’

‘Yes, that’s because no one cares.’

‘Well those two friends of yours sure do.’

Brock looked confused as he asked, ‘what friends?’

‘Mara and Whitney.’

He started to laugh, deep and long as he did it, he smiled at her.

‘Those two. I don’t want anything to do with them besides what you see of them. I don’t regularly hang out with them, I just end up seeing them when my buddies get together. Yea we knew each other back in college and I’m not gonna lie I hooked up once with Mara one drunken night long ago. She’s been pining ever since. I, however, have not. Those two are vapid and silly, all they think about is partying and knowing Mara probably drugs too. She was into that crap back in college, one of the many reasons I don’t mess around with her.’

Sophie was relieved, ‘I mean I know you weren’t into them but I thought maybe you’d be into girls like them. You know young, thin, blonde, tan.’ She put her fingers in her cheeks and twisted them to simulate dimples.

‘First of all I’m not into girls, I’m into women. I personally don’t care what race a woman is, as long as she is nice, aware, passionate, smart, funny and sexy the rest will take care of itself.’

‘Oh.’ Now Sophie really did feel like an idiot. ‘Am I those things? Is that why you like me?’

‘Baby, I think you’re that and probably more but I won’t know unless you take down those damn walls. You are beautiful and sexy and self-confident Sophie. I know you make digs at yourself about your age and weight but you don’t even realize…’, he took a deep breath, smirked and shook his head.

‘When you popped out in that little yellow bikini today, I had catch my breath. Jesus woman, Josh was going to try to make a move on you till I stopped him.’

Sophie chuckled a little, she was complimented that his friend found her attractive enough to think about asking out. She did notice he’d been flirting with her a bit today.

‘Yea he is a bit of a flirt.’

‘Good thing he didn’t take it too far, I’d hate to have to beat the hell out of a friend but I’m sorry you’re mine.’

‘Excuse me, I’m what?’

‘You’re mine, Sophie I’ve waited long enough. I want go out on an actual date with you. I want us to be together, exclusive. Whatever you want to call it. But I don’t want another dude from this online dating crap making time with my woman.’

Sophie had to admit his demanding tone was kind of turning her own. She liked how he’d staked his claim and wasn’t going to let her get away but this was modern times and she was a modern woman.

‘Brock you just can’t order me to stop online dating.’

‘Well I thought you wanted to anyway.’

‘I do but that’s up to me to decide. I really like that you like me and I like you but shouldn’t we be trying to get to know each other a little more.’

‘No, I want you to be exclusive with just me. I don’t have any interest in any other woman. Is there some guy you’re interested in?’

‘Well, not really.’

‘Well what’s the problem. You don’t like me, think I’m ugly, don’t want to date a teacher.’

Sophie put up her hands to signal stop. ‘No, none of those things. I just thought that being a good looking guy you’d have a few on the hook and want to do this as a courting thing.’

‘This is not Victorian England, I don’t have anyone on the hook. Hell it’s looking like I don’t even have you on it. Okay, if you want to take your time that’s fine but believe me when I say today or 6 months from today I’ll still be fascinated by you.’

Sophie wasn’t ready to reveal those feelings just yet. She’d shown her hand in love too soon before and it had only ended badly for her.

‘Brock, I enjoy your company also.’ He didn’t look thrilled with that answer. ‘But lets just date and see how this goes.’

‘Alright but I’m not going anywhere.’

She was hoping he was telling the truth when he said that, but she’d been on the other end of that conversation.

After eating and drinking a little more, they’d rambled back to Brock’s place. That scotch had been laying on her heavy and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to drive.

‘Sophie, I don’t think that you should drive anywhere.’

‘I think you’re right. Is it okay if I stay here for bit?’

‘It’s fine, you’re welcome to stay all night, I’ve got a futon in the extra room.’

‘You sure about that?’

He opened up his door and welcomed her in, ‘yes I am very sure. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.’

Sophie stepped into his home again, she noticed how cozy and nicely decorated it was. It had hardwood floors and they looked original. He had a kitchen that looked like it had been redone but not anything gauche just simple and classic.

‘Would you like a cup of coffee?’ he asked her.

‘I’d love one,’ she answered, ‘little cream and sugar.’

‘Why don’t you head downstairs, I have a nice relaxing den area down there. Nice plush couch, some good music, television, the works. Even another half bath. Go check it out and relax.’

Sophie found the door and went downstairs to the basement, the steps were steep so she took each of them slowly. Once she was down there, she was astounded, it was fabulous. The walls were a soft gray color and the couch was a sectional in steel gray. The whole room was gray, black, white and rich purples. She was so surprised, he couldn’t have decorated this. She turned when she heard him descending the stairs. He had a carafe in his hand and some mugs.

‘I just decided to make a whole pot. The cream and sugar are in my pockets. Can you get them out?’

Brock raised his arms while Sophie dug deep in his pockets to retrieve those packets. It was really intimate and she could feel herself start to shake a little at their closeness.

Brock just smiled down at her intimately. She was always surprised at how his smile would calm her. She didn’t feel nervous then, everything just felt…right.

He put down the coffee and cups on the coffee table.

‘Now this is decaf, I figured if we drank anything else this late at night we’d be wired.’

‘Thanks for looking out, I could not stand caffeine this time of night.’

They both sat down on the couch, Sophie was at the other end of the couch. He poured them each some coffee and she put in the cream and sugar. Seems he took his black. They sat sipping for awhile.

‘This room is nicely decorated.’

‘Thanks,’ he said nonchalantly.

‘Actually, your whole house is decorated nicely. Did you do this?’

‘No,’ he told her bluntly, ‘decorating is not my thing.’

Sophie sighed a little, ‘I’m glad because I kept thinking no straight man can decorate this well.’

Brock chuckled, ‘I beg your pardon if I was a decorator I’d be a great one.’ He puffed up that massive chest.

Sophie could feel herself getting hot under her collar or was it the coffee she wondered.

‘I’m just saying, this place looks like its had a woman’s touch.’

‘It did, oh don’t get nervous,’ he tried to reassure her, ‘this is not the mark left by one of the women I dated. My sister did this, she’s an interior designer and every time she comes over to visit she has a new project for my house. I don’t invite her over that much,’ he said jokingly.

Sophie smiled, ‘you have siblings?’

‘I do, three others in fact. My oldest sister, Brooke, my younger brother, Bailey, and my litte sister, Bianca.’

‘So you’re a middle kid like me. I have an older brother and younger sister. Well, that’s good to know.’


‘I don’t know I think middle kids have a different perspective. We’re peacemakers.’

‘I don’t know about that description but I think it is different to be a boy in the middle of girls.’

‘That usually means you know how to treat women.’

‘I’d say your assessment is correct. How about some music?’

‘Sure,’ Sophie wanted to put out of her head that she’d just made that comment. He was so hard to read sometimes, many times she’d say things she thought were provocative and wouldn’t get any response. Then say things she thought were benign and he’d heat all up, it was hard for a girl to figure out.

He turned on his stereo and attached his iPhone, the next thing she knew Nina Simone was belting out a tune.

‘Would you like to dance?’

She furrowed her brow in confusion, ‘dance in this little space?’

‘You don’t need a lot of space to dance close. Unless, you’ve decided to dance on the other side of the room.’

He offered his hand to her, she took it and got up. They danced close and slow. Sophie was in heaven, he smelled so good to her it was unlike anything she’d ever smelled it just smelled clean and woodsy. She sunk into that solid chest and he put his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulders and just relaxed as they swayed to Nina Simone. It was like a dream, she couldn’t believe she was here with this beautiful man who actually liked her and he was holding her tight. She kept thinking it was a dream and soon she’d wake up. But she didn’t, she could feel his warm breath in her hair, she just closed her eyes and went with it. The song ended then John Coltrane’s A Love Deluxe started. Sophie loved this piece, she could feel her face getting flush, she was getting soft and feeling slick. Her hands drifted down to rest that sculpted chest of Brock’s. She was breathing heavily and she heard him moan softly. She looked up at him, he was looking at her his eyes glazed over with pure animal lust. Sophie didn’t want things to happen like this but she had no control. Her body was running things its way.

Brock closed the distance between their lips, he kissed her hard then eased up a little. It was a heady combination of rough and tender and she wanted more. He tugged at her bottom lip, sucking it lightly and she decided to just let their tongues do a tango. The kiss lasted a long time, she could hear herself moaning and his grunts of pleasure. His hands had gone to her behind and they were caressing and squeezing it gently. Sophie wanted more, she tore her lips away from his for a brief moment.

‘Brock, Brock…’ she was saying through deep breaths, ‘I want… ,’ she could barely get it out.

‘I know, I know darling. I want it to, I want to be inside you so badly I’m in physical pain right now.’

His eyes were dark and stormy with lust and she could feel his manhood standing at sturdy attention against her.


‘Not down here,’ he said forcefully, ‘the first time I take you it won’t be on a couch.’

He picked her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed furiously as he ascended the stairs he must have taken them two at at time before she knew it they were in his bedroom. Brock deposited her in the ground and turned on a low light in the corner. She was beginning to remove her clothes when he stopped.

‘Oh no you don’t sweetness, I want that pleasure all to my myself.’

He moved toward her in the room, it was a small room so it seemed as if his massiveness overtook everything else and all she could see was him. But he was so gentle, he spoke to her softly in that deep timbre.

‘Are you okay with this?’ He kissed her sweetly.

She was looking into his eyes, they were so beautiful and tender, ‘yes, don’t worry I know exactly what I want.’

He smiled, ‘good because I want you.’

He kissed her again, deep and slow, Sophie felt her clothing melting away. She could feel cold air on her skin, she helped as he undid her bra. She was impressed by how deft he was at relieving her of her clothes. He talked and kissed her all at the same time uttering how beautiful and sexy she was, it was a wonderful feeling.

Before she knew it she stood there naked before him.

‘Gosh, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Sophie.’

She loved the look of sincerity in his eyes, she felt all her guard float away. He was taking off his clothing, Sophie helped as he’d expose more skin she’d kiss it tenderly. He was laughing and moaning at every touch. Then before she knew it he was down to his boxer briefs. He removed them slowly as Sophie sat on the bed, the lights were on so nothing was hidden from either of them. She could tell he wasn’t lacking in the manhood department but something about her was curious to see what it looked like. He removed them and she saw his tan lines, it was oddly erotic. Like that part of himself he’d kept hidden just for her. Then it was out and stood prominently. She smiled to herself.

She looked up and noticed him perusing her body and smiling. She felt bold, she stood up and kissed him stroking his cock, it was thick and long with emblazoned with redness. He was ready.

‘Sophie sweetness, don’t do that,’ he said at her lips, ‘I’m gonna pop and I don’t want to do that unless I’m inside of you.’

‘Oh that will happen any minute now.’ Sophie was slick with juices almost flowing down her leg. Her body was craving the entrance of his body.

They lay down together and started to caress each other gently. Brock’s hand moved to her soft hairy patch between her legs, he seemed to like the friction of his hand against her hair.

‘Oh I see you’re not clean shaven,’ he said matter-of-factly.

‘Does that bother you,’ she knew a lot of men seemed to be into the trend of no hair but she knew that hair held her womanly scent and that drove men crazy.

‘Nope, I want to know I’m making love to a woman not a little girl,’

‘Oh I’m all woman.’

‘Yes, I’m about to find out how much of one tonight.’

Brock kissed her again as his fingers dipped into her wetness, she was so tight. Sophie rode his fingers for a few moments and moaned deeply into his mouth. His fingers felt so good, they were so thick and long and filled her. They were caressing and kissing each other so long, Sophie didn’t notice him slip a condom out of his nightstand to put on. He pulled back a bit to put on the rubber.

Brock didn’t take his eyes off Sophie, ‘you look so heavenly and I can’t wait to be inside you. But sweetness, I gotta put this on before I do.’

Sophie took it from him, ‘let me.’

Brock handed her the opened packaged, she took the rubber out and rolled it onto his stiff member. She watched to make sure it went on correctly as she did she watched his face it was pure ecstasy with his head lolled back and his eyes closed. His face told her he was in need, so was she, once it was on and his eyes opened up his lids hooded.

He slowly slinked toward her with a small smile on his face, he looked hungry.

‘I’m going to enjoy this,’ he told her as he began to kiss her again.

Sophie just relaxed against his soft bed as he kissed her into oblivion. His fingers were moving into her and out she felt overcome with so many emotions. Lust, ecstasy, pleasure and what she knew was love. The last one she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

‘Sophie, I want to take this slow but I don’t think I can. I want make love to you,’ he said through his heated ministrations on her body.

‘That’s what you’re doing now, do what you will.’

‘I will,’ as he said that he eased into her soft folds.

‘Ahhh’ Sophie moaned loudly it had been awhile since she’d had sex with anything but her vibrator. She felt so full and he stretched her slightly.

‘Oh Sophie you feel so good, like heaven,’ as he moved in and out of her slowly.

He moved slow and steady, their bodies riding the rhythm in tandem. Brock pushed into her deeply, Sophie had her hands on his chest. She could feel the light sheen of sweat on him, although a breeze was blowing through the curtains he was heated up. He looked down at her and smiled deeply, Sophie had never seen anything quite like it. He was holding himself back, she could tell. He felt so good, his body fit hers perfectly.

He was speaking to her in gentle passionate tones, ‘Oh Sophie, oh you’re so beautiful.’ Then he said something even Sophie wasn’t sure she had heard right, he said, ‘please, please let me love you.’

She wasn’t sure if he was talking about sex or actual love so she just assumed he meant sex.

‘Yes, yes Brock, please make love to me,’ she told him fervently.

His head went down and he leaned over her body and starting to pick up speed in his hips. He was moving fast and deep into her. It wasn’t painful, actually to Sophie it felt good. She was moaning loudly as he grunted and told her how wonderful she was.

He was moving deep, steady, stroke, Sophie could feel her orgasm ready to explode on her body.

‘Who’s got the best pussy?’ he bellowed so loudly she was sure the neighbors could hear but who cared.

‘Oh God, I do, I do,’ she answered profusely.

‘Yes you do, oh god, yes you do.’

He was moving, fast, and then slow, then he’d pick up the pace. Sophie was prepared to come hard enough to blow her own mind and then it hit her like a wave, it came crashing down hard and felt so refreshing she began moan out, her legs began to shake and the feeling swept over her of pure satisfaction. She began to cry, she turned her face because she didn’t want Brock to see. But he did, he turned her back toward him and lowered himself to kiss away her tears as he screwed her brains out.

His body stretched taut over hers and he let out what she could only call a half-roar and half-scream. It was nothing like Sophie had ever heard before and it was beautiful but so was he when he orgasmed.

He dropped to her side in the bed as they both steadied their breathing. He pulled her close, as he planted kisses on her forehead and face. He kissed her deeply one more time. Then after a few moments Sophie heard his soft snoring. She wished she could sleep but she couldn’t get his statement about love out of her mind. They’d just decided to take this thing to the next level but slowly, hadn’t they? He couldn’t be feeling love for her, but she knew she was having those feelings for him. But she couldn’t go that deep this soon, it would only mean disaster. She turned over to her side to spoon with him; she’d worry about love tomorrow. Right now, she was tired she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. © EugeniaBerg 2013


Surviving in Dateland-Chapter 5

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Over the next couple of months, Sophie had been online dating furiously. She figured if she could just get this over with maybe she could stop Leann from wasting her money on these monthly fees. So far, she’d had quite a few dates most with no love match and some just flat out weird. She and Leann were having a long lunch one Wednesday discussing it.

‘He did what?’ Leann said her face was scrunched up in complete confusion. She was eating a salad, while Sophie cut into the calzone she’d ordered. They were at Star’s, a pizza joint down in Georgetown a little down from the brewery.

‘He just came out completely naked, hangin’ and swangin’. I couldn’t believe it. I’m never stopping by a guy’s house again. I should have known, the old ‘I forgot to turn off the stove’ routine. What the hell was he cooking before a date?!’

Leann started to laugh hysterically.

Sophie laughed along with her, ‘it’s not funny Leann.’

‘Yes it is,’ Leann disagreed through her guffaws, ‘oh what bad luck. How many has that been?’

‘The ninth one to end in disaster, is this over yet? One made me go Dutch, one brought his mother, one still lived with his ex-wife, and at least three the photo has been a complete lie. Someone had put up photos of themselves I know that were at least ten years old. I can’t do it anymore. Don’t you want to save some money?’

‘Oh what do I care, I just want to help a friend find love.’

‘Yea love…this one guy, Darryl remember him, the one that called me fat. Yea I certainly could go without that kind of love. Please Leann can I stop, please!’

‘Oh come on, you can’t give up now. The man of your dreams may be just one date away.’

Sophie gave her a deadpan look and replied, ‘no, he’s not.’

She’d had enough it had been the most tiring couple of months of her life. It had been a nightmare. As bad as the dates had been the rest of her life had been going well. Work had been fabulous, she was working on a new brew formula with Grant for next summer and it was coming along great. While they were finishing up work on Stevens Pass Winter Ale, they were trying to premiere it at some of the Oktoberfest events this year. So everything had been fabulous but dating had been a disaster, she didn’t have time to meet anyone outside of work. She was on a summer softball league team that was about to end soon and checking on her mom’s place since she and Thomas had gone to Nigeria and London to spend time with Thomas’ family. They wouldn’t return till the end of September. It was August hottest month ever in the Seattle area, the hotter it got the more irritated she became with these sorry dates.

‘I want out of this. I’m sick of the drama, the getting my hopes all built up just to be let down.’

‘Well what are you going to do? I’m willing to pay for it.’

‘Yea that’s awesome Leann, I’m just not willing to go on the dates. For awhile there I just thought about telling you I was dating but not actually make any dates.’

Leann looked horrified, ‘you mean you would have lied to me, just to avoid dating.’

Sophie felt bad and held her head down in shame, she knew her friend only wanted the best for her but this was not the route to get it.

‘I know, I know I should be ashamed but it’s just been too much. And I’m so busy Leann. Maybe now is not the time, I just may need to take a break.’

Leann shrugged, she looked disappointed. ‘Well if you feel that way, why not break for a while then try again in a few months. Maybe you won’t be too busy.’

Sophie was thankful for the reprieve. ‘Bless you, bless you,’ she leaned over the table to hug Leann.

She shooed her off, ‘oh stop Sophie, I love you, you’re my friend and I don’t want you unhappy and if dating is making you unhappy you should stop. At least that’s what I’ve heard the dating experts say, they say a break from dating could be good. Get your juices flowing again.’

Sophie had been breaking from dating a couple of years if this was the result she didn’t see how a couple of months could change things.

‘We’ve got yoga tomorrow.’

‘Yea yoga…’ her voice trailed off as visions of a sexy, muscular, hunk with wavy dark hair and chocolate brown eyes came to her imagination.

Leann snapped her fingers in Sophie’s face to get her out of it, ‘hello! Sophie Roberson, back to earth please.’

Sophie blinked rapidly and focused on what Leann was saying.

‘What was that about, you spaced out and got this look on your face like…well like you wanted to melt in that chair.’

Sophie just blushed, she was embarrassed to be caught thinking about Brock but she had been lately especially at night as she used that vibrator to try and relieve some pressure. After the kiss during the brewery tour, she tried her best to avoid him. She has been mortified that she reacted like that but he’d been very cool about it and hadn’t pushed her. Finally she felt like a fool because he was being very adult about the situation while she was acting like a kid. They’d talked again and he’d invited her over to talk to his class about what she did. It had been fun, he was really great with those kids and they seemed to adore him. She found herself even more attracted to him after that, they ‘d spent some time together after that but not like a date or anything. They’d had breakfast a couple of Sundays, did some hiking with some of his friends, and he’d had beer with her after work last Friday. This Saturday she was going with him to Magnusson Park, he had a buddy with a boat and wanted her to join them out on Lake Washington. She’d agreed maybe the time she could have spent online dating was being spent with Brock, who she really had no chance of dating. He’d always been a gentlemen never made any moves on her, although the women at some of these summer soirees were giving her the serious stank eye. He was very respectful but she could feel her feelings for him growing. She had to keep it under control.

‘Who has you with that look on your face? Oh I know who it is…’ Leann started to giggle hysterically.

‘Oh come on Leann I’m embarrassed enough, it’s tragic I’m like a love sick idiot.’

”That’s why you’ve been having a hard time dating, your mind is not on your work.’

‘Leann I feel like a damn fool, I’m old as all get out. In a couple of months I’ll be 39 and he’s a kid, he’s 29 years old.’

‘So what, you’re a cougar. That’s the new thing, how does he feel about the situation?’

‘It’s totally benign on his end. After the kiss he gave me, I told him to back off so he…’

Leann furrowed her brow and blinked, ‘kiss, what kiss?’

‘Oh yea I never told you about that.’

‘What the hay is going on. Aren’t we friends?! You’re talking about lying to me now and you just decided to omit that you and a hunk of burning love were making out.’

Sophie smiled, ‘it’s not like that, during the brewery tour it just happened, he leaned over and kissed me.’

‘Aww somebody has been naughty.’

‘Now I’m paying for it, I told him to back off and he did just that he backed completely off.’

She just shook her head, maybe she’d been too hasty in shooing Brock off.

It was hot and muggy Saturday afternoon at the lake, the park was packed. Sophie finally found a spot in the upper parking lot. She was going to meet Brock by the lake, Sophie was dressed in a swimsuit cover and shorts and flip flops. She had a new pair of shades she’d gifted to herself from Lindstroms, they were DKNY fabulous and expensive as she thought about the boat ride she wondered if she should have just brought the cheap pair from Target. She hauled her beach bag out and started to walk toward the beach part of the park. It was actually kind of strange because in Seattle most beaches were just parks with grass and a little sand next to the water. But for people who spent the majority of their year in raincoats this was better than nothing. Sophie had everything she needed, including lots of suntan lotion. Just because she was black woman did not mean she couldn’t burn, she could and she had and no intention of repeating that painful experience.

She walked along the path toward the park and noticed the young couples, groups of college kids from University of Washington, friends just having a fun day in the sun. She was hoping for good things but having spent some time with Brock’s friends before she wasn’t expecting much. The guys were all nice, the girls were a tad cool towards her. The only one she’d talked to for any period of time was his friend Freddy, who they called Bandit’s, girlfriend. She was trying to remember her name when she heard her own being called.

‘Sophie! Yo Sophie!’

She looked up to spotted Brock waving her toward him, he had on some oversized plaid trunks, a Sex Pistols t-shirt and some Birkenstocks. Didn’t matter what he was wearing, he really was the sexiest thing at Magnusson park. Why was she torturing herself, she’d dissed him and now it looked like whatever interest he had in her had waned.

‘Hey!’ she shouted as she saw him jog toward her.

‘Hey,’ he said just a little out of breath, it was scorcher and it couldn’t be easy to run. He looked down her and asked if she needed help.

‘You can certainly drag this cooler.’

‘Oh no problem. What’s in it?’

‘Well I hate to come empty handed so I brought some beer.’

‘Awesome, I hope you got my favorite.’

‘Of course, I do.’

‘Cool, you’re the greatest Sophie. Why don’t you marry me?’ he smiled at her jokingly.

Sophie nervously laughed but in her thoughts, she could see herself walking down an aisle toward him. She shook her head to come out of that fantasy.

‘Sure, I know why you want me just for my beer.’

‘If I had you, I’d want you for more than that.’

Sophie looked at him, she wasn’t sure he was serious but he sounded serious. She smiled nervously and he smiled back. They just talked about random crap on the way toward the boat launch. She wasn’t trying to get her hopes up.

Out in the water it had been nice, there was good food, good music, good beer and wine and pretty good company.

The boat belonged to Brock’s friend Josh, they’d grown up together. He was nice looking not as hot as Brock but just as tall, a little thinner and not as muscular, his hair was shorter than Brock’s not the carefree boyish look but he would have been considered handsome. Bandit was short, he was Filipino, and stocky and muscular. His girlfriend, Heidi was taller than him and taller than Sophie she was thin and athletic, Sophie just felt fat next to her, she had blonde hair that was cut into shoulder length bob. She was friendly and funny. The other two women were friends of theirs from college. One was Asian, the other white. Whitney and Mara, they spoke to Sophie but didn’t talk to her as much. Mara was blonde also but it was platinum not like Heidi’s strawberry blonde, hers was straight from the bottle. They talked in whispers and every once in awhile Sophie would catch them staring at her and chatting, she was feeling paranoid but they had given her the feeling more than once that they didn’t want her around. Mara seemed particularly interested in her shoving off, Sophie figured she wanted Brock for herself but he didn’t seem the less bit interested in either one. They were all fairly successful young people. Josh worked for Microsoft, Bandit has his own auto detailing business, Heidi was a architect, Whitney was a dentist and Mara regional director for a beauty company and She looked the part. It was hot as hades out here and she had on a full face of make-up. Sophie kept thinking it might melt off under this beaming sun.

She had been enjoying most of her afternoon, she’d finally had the courage to show off the new bikini she’d bought for today. She figured why not be at her best. It was string with a yellow and white striped bottom and yellow top. She noticed some appreciative glances, one coming from Brock himself and he gave her the thumbs up, she blushed profusely.

But she was sitting just enjoying Bainbridge Island Brown Ale when Mara came up and sat down next to her. She didn’t acknowledge her but she knew that hussy was waiting for her to do so. Sophie thought to herself, too bad chick, wait. She would not be that obliging.

‘Sophie? That’s it…right?’

Sophie turned to look at her, they were both wearing shades so Sophie couldn’t see her eyes but her guess was the look was as insincere as that tone.

‘That’s right and it’s uhh…Mara isn’t it.’ If she was going to lay it on thick Sophie decided to play her game.

She did a fake smile at Sophie. Sophie did not feel like dealing with her this moment.

‘Yea, I wanted to tell you. I really think your bikini is so…cute,’ she said condescendingly.

‘Thank you.’

‘Yea you really pull it off pretty well for a woman of your age.’

Sophie’s brow furrowed and her lips went into a flat line. Mara smiled, it was genuine that time she knew she’d gotten to her and Sophie knew it too.

A shadow appeared across them. ‘Hey what you two chatting about?’ It was Brock she was glad he had come over hopefully Mara would keep stepping.

‘Nothing,’ Mara replied, ‘what you up to?’

‘Nothing just wanted to come over and see what you beautiful ladies were chatting about and maybe I could join in.’

‘Oh sure you Brock,’ Mara was giddy as a school girl, she scooted down the bench and Brock sat down.

Sophie figured it was time for her to leave, she couldn’t take another moment of Mara fawning all over Brock.

‘Excuse me,’ said Sophie and got up to leave she noticed a little look of despondence on Brock’s face at her exit. But she had to excuse herself from that scene.

Sophie went below deck to use the bathroom and make sure she looked okay. She sat for a moment looking in the mirror wondering why and how she’d gotten herself into this mess. She was old and these folks had their whole lives ahead of them, she looked down at herself and felt the sting of the words from Mara. She tried her best to keep in shape but she still had extra pounds in places she knew it wasn’t needed. Her stomach had a small pooch, she tried and tried but she figured with all the beer drinking she did it wasn’t going anywhere soon.

Knock. Knock.

‘Someone is in here,’ she said.

‘I know someone is in there. Did you fall in?’ It was Brock’s deep sexy timbre on the other side of the door. Time to make your reappearance for better or worse.

She opened the door and there he was standing leaning back on the wall looking sexy as hell. He’d abandoned his shirt as soon as they got on the boat and there was nothing but rippling muscles she longed to touch. He cleared his throat, oh goodness how embarrassing he’d caught her staring. When had she become this wanton sex pot? It was getting ridiculous.

‘You okay?’ He asked, the boat was rocking And suddenly must have caught a big wave because she lost her footing and fell straight toward him.

Brock brought up his arms to catch her and her hands came up to brace herself against that wall of muscle he called a chest. He was solid, she looked up embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry Brock that shake made me loose my balance.’

‘Lucky I was here to catch you.’

He was looking into her eyes and Sophie noticed his gaze soften, she swallowed because suddenly her throat was dry. She licked her lips and he leaned in, Sophie closed her eyes she was ready to be kissed by this man again.

‘Hey, what you two up to down here? Brock, dude, bring up some more beers, were out brother.’ It was Bandit.

He’d come in at the wrong time, Sophie’s eyes sprang open. Brock was standing in front of her, his arms had moved from her arms down her back and had settled just at the base above her butt. Hers had encircled his neck, Sophie was aware what had been interrupted.

She tried to step back out of his embrace, he pulled her toward him again.

‘Sophie we’ve been interrupted before but now I’m not going to let this go. We’re going to continue this later.’

‘Brock I don’t think…’

‘I don’t care what you think, your mouth is saying one thing, your body another. Time to clear this up. Just to let you know how serious I am.’

Brock pulled her in tight and kissed her soundly. It was a deep kiss and she didn’t resist, this time she gave in, she could feel his cock harden against her thigh. Their tongues caressed as he sought her out to deepen that connection.

He stopped first and Sophie almost melted to the floor, she’d never been kissed like that. He lightly caressed her backside and once again reiterated.

‘We’ll discuss this…later.’

They unraveled from one another and then he left her in front of the bathroom trying not cream all over herself. She was breathing hard, trying to get it together but she was also wondering if this happened now, what the hell would later be like. © EugeniaBerg 2013

What Happens In Vegas…-Chapter 1

Her last night in Vegas, whatever this club Danielle had dragged her too was fabulous. She didn’t get to do this much back home. There was just work and trying to see about her aging father. But tonight was hers, her 30th birthday and it was fabulous. Her two best friends Danielle and Shatrice had taken her to Vegas for it. They’d been staying at the MGM resort in a fabulous suite paid for by Danielle, she was the one with the rich older husband. Danielle had always been at best, practical, she’d married an older gentlemen who was a real estate developer in Southern California. Shatrice had left her two kids with her boyfriend in Los Angeles while she partied it up this wild weekend. And Nydia well, she was here to celebrate her 30th birthday and her father was at the home in Portland, Oregon. She hated to leave him but he understood, he always understood. It had become too difficult for Nydia to have her father live with her especially when he started to wander away from home and get lost. Portland wasn’t his city, it was hers, she’d moved out there to be with the man of her dreams the one who was supposed to take care of her and after she’d gotten pregnant, he went out for a soda and never came back. It had been hard for Nydia, she’d lost that baby but that was many years ago. When she was young and stupid, she wasn’t young or dumb anymore. She was older and harder. She hadn’t really dated a lot again but was now dating a mechanic, Richard, it wasn’t passionate it was safe. She’d come here for fun and maybe some passion, she wasn’t serious about her relationship and she didn’t love him. The only man she loved and trusted was her daddy, even her good for nothing brother wasn’t to be trusted. He was living in Detroit, just out of jail, another stint at the big house. He and that harpy wife of his were there, they were no help with her dad, no encouragement, no support. All she had was her girls, the ones she’d met as a child in Inglewood, California where she grew up. They were the family she knew and trusted. They were here helping her celebrate her birthday. 30 years, no husband, no prospects, no kids, and after her miscarriage she’d been told no chance to have one. Time to celebrate or was it time to forget, Nydia Frazier, couldn’t figure out which one, so she just decided time to have another drink.

Emerson had spotted her awhile before, she was gorgeous. He’d always loved the beautiful skin of black women and this one had taken his breath away. She was like dark chocolate, all smooth and sensual. Her hair was braided in what he knew were cornrows, it was long down her back. He was fascinated by her hair, her beautiful dark smooth skin, she was all curves with long legs. He was tall 6’2″ and he was guessed she was maybe 5’7″ on a pair of killer heels ‘5’10”. She was sexy but he realized she didn’t seem really comfortable with it, but she was pulling it off nicely. She was there with two other women, both who had men buzzing around them like bees. They looked, experienced, Emerson felt bad thinking that but those two had no issue handling men or using there sex appeal although he didn’t feel they had as much as the sweet chocolate one. She was trying but she didn’t have to try, she was sex, that sweet coy smile. He’d been watching her awhile, she had on some kind of banner about her 30th birthday. He kept wishing he could help her celebrate, she was looking around probably thinking she wanted out of that place. Guys were trying to chat her up but she didn’t seem interested, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and was hoping she noticed him.

Nydia was standing at the table, laughing with her girls. There were tons of guys constantly talking trying to throw their weak raps to her. She wasn’t as flirty as those two but those drinks were making it easier. Danielle wasn’t planning on taking anyone to bed, neither was Shatrice with a boyfriend and two kids. Nydia had other ideas, why not do as the ads said why not do some wild things and let them stay in Vegas. Her relationship with Richard wasn’t serious they had only slept together twice and it wasn’t that great. Nydia wanted some fun, her life was so dull and she knew after tonight she’d be back to it. Tonight she wanted to just live, just live her life. She thought she saw something or someone to have that good time with. She’d noticed him eyeing her about 15 minutes previous. She was never into white boys but this one was sexy as hell. He was tall, slim, and seemed in pretty good shape. It was dark so she was unsure what color his eyes were but his hair was dark. He was over by the bar just staring at her, she wasn’t sure what to do but something about him was telling her he was a good candidate for her wild Vegas night. He looked fairly predatory and it had Nydia a little turned on. Now how would she come on to him because he didn’t look like he was going to come here way. While wondering, she looked up to catch him staring again he was lighting up a big cigar and smiled menacingly at her around it. He looked like the devil almost, at least dangerous, and oddly she felt drawn to him. Nydia smiled back, he winked. Her eyes went down in embarrassment, she was right he had been staring. Nydia didn’t know what to do maybe she should head toward the bar, those drinks were making her a tad bolder than she’d ever been. She looked up and there he was.


Nydia was shocked he was there. He wasn’t holding the cigar but his smile was still quite menacing and sultry.

Nydia came out of her wandering thoughts, ‘hello,’ she said shyly.

‘How are you this evening?’

‘I’m doing fine and you?’ Nydia only knew to be polite and as bold as she believed those drinks were making her, right now she was nervous.

He was studying her face and Nydia was wondering why he was looking so intently.

‘I’ve been looking at you all night and I wanted to come over and say something.’

Nydia smirked at him, oh it was time for the lame come-on, she knew it. ‘What exactly is that?’

He leaned over and said softly in her ear so she could hear over the noise, ‘I wanted to say, happy birthday.’

She smiled, she’d almost forgotten they were here celebrating her birthday and she had on the sash.

She chuckled, ‘I almost forgot it was my birthday.’

‘Can I buy you a birthday drink?’ He asked smoothly.

This was the first Nydia had noticed his accent, he was English and now that he was closer she noticed how handsome he was. She’d never even thought about the possibility that a man this handsome and debonair would ever notice her. Maybe it was the night, the music, or this dang town but Nydia had decided she wanted to know him better.

‘Sure, I’ll take the drink but I want your name.’

‘My name is Emerson,’ he took her hand to shake it, it was soft and smooth with long fingers, ‘and yours?’

The girls had decided when they flew in that when they met a guy over this weekend they’d use fake names. It was just fun, there wouldn’t be any love matches here so why go through the drama of giving real names. Nydia had decided to use Charlotte, Shatrice was Carrie and Danielle was Samantha a play on the names of their favorite characters from Sex and the City.


‘Well, Charlotte do you have a last name?’

‘Oh I do but why go through the drama besides you didn’t give me your last name.’

He looked at her curiously, she didn’t quite look like a Charlotte but he was just glad she was talking to him.

‘Alistair. Emerson Chesterton Alistair.’

It sounded completely fake to Nydia but what the hell this was Vegas, where everybody is someone else. ‘Wow that’s a whole lot of name,’ she told him, ‘mine is Charlotte Monroe.’

‘I’m so glad to meet you. How about I get you another drink and we get to know each other.’

Nydia talked to Emerson most of the night, they danced a couple of dances and she was quite surprised because he could really move.

She found out he was an attorney from North Carolina in Las Vegas visiting his parents. Nydia tried her best not to give away too much, he was staying at the Bellagio. Nadia wasn’t trying to give much information, she’d have to lie anyway and she didn’t want to have to keep those straight. She told him she was from Los Angeles and actually she was although she didn’t live there anymore. She said she was a librarian, but she was more than that she was assistant library coordinator for the law library at Williamette College. She’d gone and gotten a JD and a masters in library science to do that. She knew a lot about attorneys and one of the things she knew was that she didn’t want to get involved with one but if it was just one night that was okay and anyway she had safe Richard waiting at home. Yes, safe dull Richard who kissed like a fish and whose idea of excitement was a night at home ordering in pizza and watching old episodes of Dragnet. She looked at him again, he was such a good looking guy like the guy from that Sherlock show on PBS whose name she couldn’t recall. But Emerson was better, he was warm and had a wry smile, Nydia almost wished she liked lawyers but having past experience as one she knew better.

Emerson had been having the time of his life with the beautiful Charlotte as she called herself. He knew that wasn’t her name but he didn’t press her. Every time he called her Charlotte she didn’t respond very quickly and looked tad confused as to why he called her that. But she’d try to cover the mistake, she introduced one of her friends as Samantha then later called her Shatrice the drinks he thought were messing with her little name game. What could he do it was Vegas, many people just came down here to be wild and free for a moment because you could leave your secrets behind as you boarded the plane home. He still liked her, they’d chatted more. He talked to her friends, they’d sized him up. One was a petite redhead with green eyes, she was 29 but looked like she was 40 years old he couldn’t believe how much work she’d had for someone so young. The other was slightly taller and little heftier than his Charlotte, the one she’d called Shatrice she had a cooper skin tone and light brown eyes. She was dressed to the nines, they all were but his Charlotte seemed the most capable at pulling it off. The other two just looked overdressed, she was subtle and sophisticated. A purple wrap mini dress with stockings with a seam up the back, those things were driving him crazy. Each time she walked away to the loo he watched those toned legs and that nice round firm bottom move gracefully through the crowd. He stayed around most the evening, he had her on the hook and had decided to play this one for all it was worth.

He leaned over to his Charlotte after they’d left the dance floor, ‘would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet?’

She looked over at him furrowing her brow, ‘like where?’ She said a little indignantly.

He put his arm around her shoulder, ‘no, no my dear I mean just a quieter bar this place is getting rowdy and I just want a chance to talk more without trying to bellow over everyone else.’

Nydia sighed she was actually feeling cozier as time passed. She felt that maybe this was the man she was going to have some 30th birthday fun, she didn’t want to know much more about it that would just get her attached. She did not want attachment. She had enough of that, she’d let the girls know she was leaving with this guy and would meet them back in the room later tonight. Nydia was no idiot she could take care herself, self-defense had taught her that. But she felt like self-defense wasn’t needed this night she probably going to be more than willing to get into whatever Mr. Alistair was willing to get her into. He looked so good as she stared him in the dim light of the nightclub, she still, couldn’t tell what color his eyes were but they were light. He was so sophisticated, she’d never met a man more sure of himself. But he was an attorney they were arrogant bastards but that was fine with her, tonight she’d spend her night with a sexy arrogant bastard and enjoy it.

She told the girls she was headed out with Emerson, they were hesitant but Nydia assured them she’d be okay and that she’d text them all the information from the hotel. She was on the find-a-friend app with Shatrice. They wished her luck and told her to be safe. And off she went to be wantonly wild more than she ever had in her life.

Nydia’s head was pounding, she felt like someone had let loose a jackhammer in it. Oh dear God if you just let me live I’ll never drink again, she thought. She wasn’t quite sure where she was as she opened her eyes, it was bad her pupils ached. She moved slightly and felt a warm body next to her, she jumped up immediately. Well this wasn’t her hotel room but it was certainly a nice one she looked around her clothing was strewn all over the floor. She felt herself retch, she hated hangovers but it was her own fault. She looked over to see a very sleep and very naked man next to her. She looked down and realized she was naked too. Emerson, yea now she remembered the attorney she met at the club last night. They’d gone and had drinks and she’d discovered under better light he was even hotter than he was in the nightclub. The man was heavenly chestnut brown hair with big curls, the most gorgeous light blue eyes she’d ever seen. She had decided to drown in them and he had swept her off her feet and into his bed. This was certainly a 30th birthday to remember, the parts she did remember. Although she did recall he was heavenly in the sack, Nydia had never been made love to like that in her life. Seeing as he was an arrogant bastard she was sure he’d get his jollies and leave her in the cold but he didn’t. He took his time, lots of time, made love to her body as he blew her mind. It was amazing. She’d come three times in that one night, she’d actually forgotten the last time any man could make her orgasm during sex. He was sexy as hell, that deep timbre in his voice and that English accent to go along with it. His body was from what she saw next to her and what she recalled during sex was in good shape. He was slim but toned and muscular, she couldn’t lie he had the biggest cock she saw on a white guy on any guy as a matter of fact. She was still a little sore from that pounding he put on her. She couldn’t say she was disappointed. But she also knew she was now like Cinderella and her night of wanton bliss was over, there was no Prince Charming or happily ever after. She needed to get the hell out of there before he woke up. She eased out of bed and tip toed across the room to retrieve her clothing. She found everything but her damn underwear, she couldn’t believe it. She looked all over but no lace thong anywhere, she did remember him removing them with his teeth last night. She wondered what he did with them, maybe he was freak that kept women’s underwear as a prize. Aw what the hell, she hated to give up a Vicky’s thong those things were expensive but she had to get the hell out of there. She checked the mirror, ugh she looked like hell, she’d be doing the walk of shame this morning but it was 6:39 am and she was leaving today she had to get back to the hotel.

She put on her clothes quickly as possible sans stockings and missing Vicky’s drawers and turned to look at the best one night stand ever. He moaned and stirred a little as he did the bottom part of the sheet drifted down to expose those taut muscular buttocks of his. Ahh Nydia thought his ass was certainly praiseworthy. Too bad he’s an arrogant bastard lawyer, she thought. She eased out the door and shut it behind her and made her way back to the MGM.

On the cab ride to the airport she got loads of questions from her girls.

‘Well, how was he?’ Danielle always the most cynical of the lot asked.

‘Yea girl he was fine but you know what they say about white boys,’ Shatrice told her smirking.

Nydia just grinned, none of them had ever dated a white man although Danielle was white she’d only dated black men and her husband was an older black guy. Shatrice and her boyfriend of forever had two kids and he was Puerto Rican.

‘Well, what is that they say?’ Nydia asked curiously.

‘You know that they’re not well…’ She looked up toward the cab driver who was not paying them any attention then back to Nydia, Shatrice’s eyes went down in a knowing gesture. ‘Well it’s what I heard.’

Nydia really started to laughed, both of her friends just eyed her with confused looks.

‘Well I don’t know about every man but this man was not lacking, not lacking anywhere.’

She heard a low ‘whhaa?’ from Shatrice. Danielle just looked, well to Nydia she looked a little peeved.

‘I’m glad you had your fun, little girl but now back to the real world’ Danielle said in a snooty tone.

Nydia decided not to pay her any attention, sometimes Danielle could be a brat especially when she wasn’t the center of attention.

Shatrice was just itching for more details, ‘to hell with the real world. I want details chick, gimme details.’

They wanted details so Nydia gave them up, those she could recall. It was an interesting ride to the airport.

Nydia had given her two friends hugs and they’d promised to get together soon and make sure they called each other. It was bittersweet good-byes but Danielle was right it was time to get back to the real world. If only Nydia knew how real her world was about to get maybe she would have stayed in Vegas.

Nine months later.

‘Push, push Mrs. Greene.’ Nydia heard the doctor’s repeated commands.

It was hard, she didn’t want to push, she didn’t want to be here. After she’d returned from her 30th birthday trip she’d discovered a few weeks later that her doctors had been very wrong about her getting pregnant. She could and she did. Richard had done the honorable thing and married her. He was standing next to her in the delivery room. Holding her hand trying to coach her as a very tired and irritated Nydia tried to use her loins to coax a stubborn child forth. She looked at her doctor then over at Richard’s dark onyx face. She had been so shocked at the news of her pregnancy, she’d almost passed out. Richard hadn’t questioned a thing, although she had some reservations about his being the father he’d been excited about her announcement and proposed immediate marriage. So Nydia, Richard, her father, his younger brother and a friend she worked with had attended a patch together wedding at the courthouse. Where she had become Mrs. Nydia Greene.

She could hear Richard in her ear with his soft monotone coaching her along.

‘Come on darling, you can do it. Just a little more and our boy will be out.’

Their marriage hadn’t been one to set the world on fire but he’d been patient, kind, sweet and attentive. They’d moved into Richard’s apartment a nice two bedroom in Tigard. Her daddy had not been thrilled with the news that only daughter was pregnant before she was wed but he was understanding. He was sitting out in the hospital lobby waiting with her best friend Danielle, Shatrice had not been able to get away. They’d both been as surprised as Nydia but when they asked too many probing questions, Nydia would just clam up.

She was in so much pain but she was ready for this child. She never thought she’d have this chance and now she wanted this baby. She’d decided to call him Parker Frazier Greene.

‘Oh it looks like he’s going to make an appearance. One more big push Nydia,’ she heard Dr. Caldwell order.

She pushed and then heard the cry. He had some good lungs, she felt tears come to her eyes. She looked over and Richard was beaming, they took the baby, got him swaddled. The nurse passed him to Nydia, she looked over and saw the smile drop from Richard’s face. She could heard people congratulating her the back ground. Then she looked at her baby. He was beautiful. He was gorgeous with a cafe au lait skin tone, soft light brown hair and a pair of light blue eyes she’d seen before.

Aww shit, she thought. © EugeniaBerg 2013



Now It’s Time to Write

Well, since I’ve taken a break from blogging and vlogging about heavy subjects on my blog Married Girl In A Weird World I’ve come over to my other blog, this one, to do something I enjoy with my time off, write. I’ve been writing since I was a kid, I’ve always been a reader but I never thought I was a writer. I just knew I had an active imagination and wanted to put it down on paper. I’ve blogged before about what I like to read, mostly interracial romance, mysteries, suspense and thrillers I’ll do horror every once in awhile but only in the day time. Now what do I like to write? Really I write what I’m familiar with, what I like to read. I don’t know about other writers but I do what I know. Yes it may mean I’m stuck in a comfort zone when it comes to my writing but I have no issue with that, at least not at this moment. So right now I write interracial romance. I’m about to try my hand at a mystery, I have a few ideas and some small storyline but I need an outline.

Many authors I know write with an outline and I’m now coming to the conclusion that I’m really going to need to do this to write my best and make sure flow is correct. It’s hard to keep story-lines and characters in order in your head especially with the way I write because I write a few different stories simultaneously. Don’t ask why I do that, I just do, I have many idiosyncrasies that I have no idea where they came from this is just one. With my attempt at trying to write a mystery I know for certain I’ll need an outline. Because from all the mysteries I read, you have to keep all the plot twists and turns straight or you’ll be totally lost and have an awful story. The stories I have currently posted don’t have outlines, they just flow straight from my head and when I read some back, I’m a little embarrassed to see how I’ve forgotten small details about a character or storyline. But I know to some readers those things are almost sacrilegious. It’s not fun to see that but these are what I would call really rough first drafts, I wouldn’t dare attempt to publish any of the dreck I’m writing here. I’m just trying to hone my skills maybe one day I’ll think of myself as being worthy of being possibly published even by some of the smaller romance publishers or folks who do e-books but right now I’ll just keep writing for my enjoyment and sharing it with you.

Well, you may wonder how do I come up with these ideas. I sometimes like to hear how authors who write my favorite interracial romances come up with their ideas for stories. It can fascinating. My ideas come from my life and things that I experience and interest me. The story-lines may come from anywhere, my first story was from a challenge on a Goodreads thread. Then it just started flowing, most are centered here in the Pacific Northwest, because well I live here. I like it here and I think it’s a great place to set a story of interracial romance there’s a lot of them going on here. I also find not many interracial romances are with black women and non-black men are set here. Which is odd because we’re everywhere around here. My characters just come from whatever I want, I like to envision my heroines with the appearance of black women actresses I know, I do the same for my hero, I envision them as hot actors I know. You may notice I usually mention the name of an actor they’re supposed to look like in the description of the hero. I have to be able to see the character’s face because as I write in my mind I’m acting out the whole story. I know it sounds convoluted and complicated but it works for me. I usually have the characters do jobs I have knowledge of or would like to do myself, my character, Sophie from Surviving in Dateland, is a brewmaster, I’d love to be a brewmaster. It’s sort of fun, you can live out a life you’ve been imagining on paper. I usually write about folks around my age group, not that I don’t remember what it’s like to be young, I just don’t connect to that world and thought process anymore. It’s very different to be in your 20s in an interracial romance and be in your 30s and 40s in one. I go into a lot of detail, I know many say detail is wasted but I like detail in books, not all readers do and if you’re one of them my writing is not for you. I am a detail nut, I want to envision what I read.

I write in complete quiet and although I like to do it in the day when I’m home alone and it’s fairly silent. The best time is the middle of the night, I can write like the dickens at midnight. I just like it quiet, some folks write with music it inspires them, music just distracts me and I can’t think clearly. I usually do it now on my couch with a Bluetooth keyboard and my iPad, so I’m comfy. I personally hate sitting at a desk, it’s hard sometimes to type I have the beginnings of carpal tunnel syndrome but I can still type for a time then I have to take a break. I’m looking to get the Dragon software soon. Is that cheating? Well if it is I’ll be cheating because I don’t think it’s a requirement to be in unbearable pain just to call yourself a writer. So I’m getting ready to move along with my writing and start the new mystery, I’m very excited about that. I ask that you please comment on the stories, I enjoy sharing my writing and I want to continue to do so but only if people enjoy it. If I’m just stroking my own ego maybe I need to back away and take a class. Thanks for being here and sharing my stories with me. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.