My husband and I were both 25 when we got married. We came from Northern Wisconsin, so it was quite a shock when Kevin’s Company transferred him to Georgia. We moved to a suburb outside Atlanta and found ourselves a small one-bedroom apartment in a very nice complex while we looked for a house we liked.

It was a nice community filled with mostly young professionals who were starting out or passing through. We were on the backside of our building at the bottom of the stairwell. Our door opened up to a little landing that was shared with the apartment across the way. A small pond with ducks and lots of frogs was just past the landing. It was part of the landscaping and was surrounded by small walking paths. I liked to stop and watch the ducks build their nests when I got back from errands or the gym.

I didn’t know anyone; we’d only been there about 3 weeks. In fact, I was really lonely. I’d thought about getting a job, but Kevin told me that we would probably be moving again in 6 months, so I said, “Why bother?” Each day as Kevin left, I’d go to the door and give him a kiss goodbye and then try and find something to keep myself busy until he came home 12 or 13 hours later.

Last Wednesday, Kevin left very early. He had to go north of Atlanta, so he was out the door by 5:30. I got up with him and followed him to the door. I kissed him goodbye, wished him luck, and watched him go up the stairs to drive away.

OK, I thought, another day in this place. Maybe I’d go to the pool or just do some laundry. It was really hot even at that hour. Georgia in the summer back before air-conditioning must have sucked. I watched the sun beginning to poke its head up over the trees and watched my friends, the ducks, swimming around. I saw one that looked to be chasing a frog and walked over to the edge of the landing to get a closer look.

A warm breeze came along. Damn, I thought, even the wind is warm. Then I heard the bang. It took me a second to realize what it was. I spun around and my front door was closed. My stomach became all knotted and I swore out loud. I ran up to it and checked; yup, it was locked. Didn’t I feel like a jerk? OK, Kevin was gone, I didn’t know anyone, and it was only 5:30 in the morning. What the hell do I do now? I paced around trying not to panic or cry and tried to decide what to do.

All right, I thought, I can’t exactly just walk around. I was still dressed in my short VS pink bathrobe and some pink tap pants. Kevin always liked this robe. He said it showed off my legs. I did have pretty good legs; guys used to tell me that my legs and my ass were my best qualities. My breasts were kind of small, but as long as my husband liked them, who cared?

I hadn’t even put my blond hair up in my normal ponytail, which kept me cooler. No shoes, and it kept getting hotter. I was starting to sweat. I could feel the heat coming from the sun and felt the water drip down my back as the robe began to stick to my skin.

I heard someone coming down the steps and turned around. It was the guy next door. His name was Samuel. He was about our age and must have been a lawyer or something. He was always immaculately dressed in a nice suit and had hours that were often as long as Kevin’s. He was never around. He must have just come back from an early morning run. His coal-black skin was soaked with sweat. His sleeveless shirt clung to his body, which I had to admit was very muscular. He stood about 6 feet and must have weighed about 195. He had what looked like a tattoo of what looked like an Omega on his arm.

“Problem?” he asked.

“I’m locked out,” I said. “You don’t know how to pick a lock, do you?”

He raised his eyebrows and said, “Afraid not.”

I explained what happened, and he tried the door. He jiggled the door and asked if any of the windows were unlocked. I told him that as far as I knew, they were all locked.

“Well, I can offer you a cup of coffee while you wait for the office to open up,” he said.

I hesitated for a second.

“Or you can wait out here. I have to get ready for work,” he added. “I make a mean cup of coffee.”

I agreed, and he unlocked his door. I had a little pit in my stomach as I followed him inside. This was a little weird. I was following a Black guy into his apartment. It was not what I expected.

I’m not sure what I expected. He had a nice leather couch and lots of books. A computer sat in the corner along with a small weight machine. A TV, VCR, and DVD sat in a very nice cherry cabinet. He went to the kitchen and poured me some coffee. He looked at me, smiled, and said, “I have to take a shower and get ready for work. The remote for the TV is on the table.”

He walked back to his room and closed the door behind him. The coffee was very good. Strong and dark, it needed a little cream to mellow it out. I took another sip and sat down on the couch. The air-conditioning was on really high. The sweat from outside was cooling off, and I actually felt chilled.

I looked down and was a little embarrassed. My nipples were poking out under the thin robes’ fabric. I wondered if he had noticed. I picked up the remote and pushed the power button. The TV came on. Too many buttons. Too many channels, and nothing on. Coordinated, I was not. I flipped through a dozen shows looking for the morning news. Then my thumb hit the wrong button, and the VCR began to play.

“Damn. Damn. Damn. Where in the hell was the stop button?” I thought to myself.

I looked up and froze. It took me a second to realize what I was watching. It was a porno flick. I’d never really seen one. My heart started beating very fast. We had joked about them in college, but I hadn’t ever actually seen one before. What if he came out and caught me? I’d die of even more embarrassment. I kept looking at his door and then at the movie to see what was going on. Maybe I could just watch a minute of it, then rewind it. Samuel would never know, besides I could hear the shower running.

A good-looking blond dressed in a short dress looked out a window. A door opened, and a black guy came in. Shit, it was an interracial film. My heart skipped another beat. I was getting really nervous, but I couldn’t bring myself to turn it off.

The guy on the screen began to kiss the girl tenderly on the neck and then worked his way down her chest. Then he reached his large black fingers up and unsnapped her dress. It fell to the floor, and he began to slide his hands across her stomach and her chest. Her head fell back, and she looked like she was enjoying his touch very, very much.

I was captivated by the contrast of his skin against hers. He was standing behind her, and his hand slid down and disappeared between her legs. She let out a gasp as he slid in her.

My mouth was really dry as I glanced at Samuel’s door to make sure he wasn’t coming out. The couple on the screen had shifted so that the blond was facing the black guy. He sat down on the couch, and she stood before him. The camera angle was from behind her. It showed his cock sticking straight up as she spread her legs slightly, and he put his hands on her hips. She steadied herself by holding on to the couch by his shoulders and began to lower herself down. She gasped again as the tip of his cock touched her between her legs.

He was quite well endowed. I kept thinking, “It’ll never fit.”

Her head rolled back as the head disappeared inside her. She steadied herself, and he slowly pushed down on her hips. Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, and you could hear short, gaspy breaths as that cock slowly impaled her. She did take it all. Soon, all you could see were his balls resting under her ass. She rotated her hips as if she was grinding herself against him. His black hands cupped her ass as she began to lift herself up. She tensed and had what was unmistakably a very nice orgasm.

I think I was slightly jealous. I was also slightly wet. Then he began to seriously fuck her. I swallowed another sip of coffee and watched her come again and again. She was bathed in sweat and close to exhaustion. The black guy was now on top with her knees up by her shoulders as he pounded into her. He leaned down and kissed her as he forced himself deep into her. His back tensed as I realized that he was filling her with his cum. A black man’s cum.

I was now very wet. My legs were weak. I thought that was just a figure of speech, but my knees were shaking. This whole scenario was way too weird.

I wondered why he had this movie. Did he like white girls? God, what did he look like naked? Was he washing himself? How big was he? I’d never even considered a black man as a lover before. Hell, I’d only been with two other men before Kevin. I should go home. I wanted to go home. I wanted to have an orgasm— orgasms— like the girl in the tape.

I looked over at the bedroom door. I still don’t know why I did what I did. I turned off the VCR and walked over to his bedroom door. It was open a crack, and I could hear the water still running. Steam was coming out of the shower. His running clothes were on the floor next to his bed, which was unmade. I pushed the door slowly, and it creaked a little. My heart leapt again, but the shower continued. I stepped inside. My whole body was shaking.

“Stop, run, get out,” I told myself. But I didn’t. I stood there. My throat was dry. My head was spinning; it was like it wasn’t really me. I undid my bathrobe and let it fall to the floor next to his running clothes. I put my fingers into the waistband of my shorts and slid them to the floor. I stepped out of them and saw myself in the mirror. I wondered what his hands would look like on my body. I went into the bathroom. Swallowed one last time, grabbed the edge of the shower curtain, and stepped through.