Rape Kit

Caramel was a major league tease. Even though I wasn't her type, she often sought my attention in different ways. After Caramel told me that she preferred wounded men who were white (re:Wounded Bird), I pieced myself together and moved on. It was the first time I had been outright rejected, and I had a hard time dealing with it. In the span of a month, I had allowed myself to develop some intense feelings for Caramel even though I barely knew her.

Looking back, my fascination with Caramel was based on how good she looked. She had a nice caramel complexion, slanted eyes, and full lips. Her body was extremely well proportioned. It looked as if somebody had chiseled her frame. By my standards, everything was just right from head to toe--especially her ass. Knowing how plump her assets were, Caramel intentionally wore low cut jeans that revealed the lining of her thong. Her fitted tees conveniently stopped just short of covering the lower part of her stomach, and that all too tempting lining of her thong. My imagination ran wild in her company.

The teasing began when I stopped calling her. She invited me to go out dancing on a random weeknight because she was bored. I accepted the invitation with the mindset that nothing would go down. After all, I wasn't white and I had a stable job. Not only did Caramel wear a one-piece, fitted body suit to the club, she insisted on grinding her backside on my midsection the whole night. It's not like I was a novice with the whole dancing thing. I knew that most of the time a dance was just that--a dance. Caramel, however, was crossing all sorts of lines.

At one point, Caramel faced me so she could slip her hands under my shirt to rub my back. We were face to face and I could feel her heart beating. I tried to kept it cool. Finally, she whispered that I was making her hot. I decided that our night in the spot was over. She had just won a ticket to my apartment. I was ready to go. My boy, who was doing his own thing with her friend on the dancefloor, got the signal from me that we needed to leave ASAP. We all headed to my apartment for a night that I hoped would be unforgetable.

...To be continued