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with lust, “I’m coming, I’m coming! Oh fuck!”
    She did indeed come. Hard. But through every throb, Ramón stayed with it. He eased up a bit while she was at the end of her unravel. Once her breaths slowed a bit, he kissed her vagina with a loud smack, and came up to her face, looking at her while licking his lips.
    Her vagina cursed him out. Her mind told her that he was suddenly twice as handsome. She blinked twice. Now he was ten times more handsome.
    Fully dressed, Ramón came to a stance and held out his hand.
    She adjusted herself, bringing the hem of her dress from her chest to down along her thighs as she stood before him. He led the way down her hallway into her bedroom.
    She closed the door and looked back at him as he shed his jeans. His boxers fell to the floor.
    Her head darted back. Damn, it’s as tall as he is , she said in her head. And it’s a dark, deep brown. The head is lighter, like milk chocolate. It’s beautiful. It looks sturdy and powerful, just like the dicks I’ve seen in the movies.
    Within ten seconds she had peeled off her clothes while he held on to his black penis with both hands, taking in the sight of the vanilla, nude figure before him. “Damn. I’m gonna finish the hell out of the job.”
    She noticed, but didn’t care, that the man who had just eaten her out was three inches shorter than her in her stocking feet, and three inches longer where it counted than her previous lovers. But lying down, Ramón and Shasta were the same height.
    She reached for a Trojan condom from her nightstand and he took it, ripping it open, putting it on without looking. She watched him cover his dick with the latex glove. It barely fit. She never had a reason to keep well-endowed rubbers on hand.
    They proceeded to have sex in her bed for over an hour, him excited, taking shit, her excited, even from the view in the mirror of their contrasting skin tones, him filling her up deep and wide with a fit that she had never ever known, like it was hitting the spot, right at the exact place that had never been visited. He smelled different, felt different, talked different.
    She thought, Maya was right. Short men can really slay in the bedroom. Dang!
    He kissed her, sucking her tongue and smacking his lips to hers. It was seductive passion, and it was new. His thick lips turned her on.
    She found herself pressing another pulsating orgasm outward as he lay on top of her. Fluid rushed from her split and she heard her own gush. Feeling embarrassed, she said in his ear while he still fucked her, “Oh no. I’m so sorry. I think I peed on myself.”
    “You didn’t, babe. You squirted. You came from your G-spot. And . . . . oh, shit!” He grunted. She could feel his swell even more. He throbbed against her walls as he yelled, “Yes! Oh, yes! Dammit!”
    She kissed him like she loved him, or at least like her vagina did.
    He kissed her back and said as if deadly certain, “That’s some good shit!”
    “Ditto!”
    He rolled over, holding himself and the full condom, while looking up at the ceiling, and then he asked, “So have many black men have you been with?”
    Her reply. “None. Until now.” Different.

Chapter 4
     
    Downtown Atlanta
     
    The weekend was spent with Shasta reminiscing about the hot Friday night she had spent with Ramón from the mailroom. Reluctantly for him, he had left at four in the morning, as per Shasta’s request. She wanted him to be gone before the sun came up. In her head she felt that if he had still been there in the daylight, it would’ve felt too normal, too comfortable, too special, too heading toward something, maybe even a pre-commitment.
    He had texted and called the evenings of Saturday and Sunday to say good-night. She, feeling the memory and still smelling his scent as she lay her head down on the pillow each night, took a moment to pleasure herself a couple of times, reminiscing about his tongue, the essence of his penis, his touch, his fingers inside of her,