“Here. Sit down,” he said. “Let me get you a drink.” He hurried to the kitchen to get me a glass of wine. Everyone else was still out by the pool and it was only the two of us in the house at the moment. I sat on the couch and my tears lessened. I looked up to see Andre walking back with the wine. He was wearing only his swim shorts, without a shirt.
Rob was right about one thing, he must have noticed me eyeing Andre and Duane before. It was understandable; Andre was an attractive young black man with an athletic physique and a quick smile. Without his shirt on now I could see how well defined his chest muscles are, and his abs are flat and hard. In fact, most of the other guys on the team were in really good shape because they played sports, especially basketball, all the time.
But as attractive as Andre was, Duane was that and more. Duane was the center on the team, so he was a big man. I would guess that he stood six feet, eight inches tall with broad shoulders and muscular arms. But topping it all off was a big handsome face with big brown eyes. His skin had a deep chestnut brown tone. If he weren’t playing basketball he could certainly be a model. There were always several women hanging around at the games watching Duane and the other guys, hoping for a chance to go out with them.
Most of the guys on the team were black, except for Rob and one other guy. I noticed that most of the women who were hanging around were white. I don’t know if that was just chance or if the girls were into that whole interracial thing. I had never really thought about it much myself. I had dated a couple of black guys before during college and I found them to be about the same as dating the white guys. Sometimes they were nice and sometimes they were jerks; in other words, they were just ‘guys.’
I will admit though, looking back now, the black guys I dated in college were not athletic types. They were average height and weight, not particularly muscular or in good shape. Seeing large, well-toned black guys like Andre, Duane and the other guys on the team definitely peaked my interest. I could understand why the other white girls were hanging around. And seeing a shirtless Andre walking toward me now sparked some ideas in my mind, especially going through what I just had with Rob.
I started to reach out for the wine glass in Andre’s hand, but instead Andre put out his hand to help me stand up. He said, “Come with me. Let’s go talk somewhere private before the others come barging in here.” I agreed and Andre kept ahold of my hand and led me to the stairs and then upward. He opened the master bedroom door and pulled me inside, closing it behind us.
We were now in the very room where I had caught Rob kissing Suzanne, almost on the very spot. It caused many emotions to well up in me at once. Andre quickly led me over to a huge upholstered ottoman in the center of the large room and urged me to drink the wine while he sat down next to me and put his muscular arm around my shoulder to comfort me.