I took a few drinks while looking around at the room. It was large and bright with sunshine coming through the many windows looking down over the pool and patio area. Sitting on the ottoman I couldn’t see the group of thirty to forty people gathered down there, but I could hear the loud music and their voices through the glass.
I proceeded to tell Andre the whole story, about the kiss and Rob’s excuses and lies. I just kept talking while Andre listened in silence, just nodding along with all my complaints about Rob and his failures as a boyfriend. Andre kept his arm around me through all of this. When I finally stopped he pulled me closer and asked how, “So what are you going to do about this?”
I said, “I don’t know. I’m hurt. I’m really hurt, but also really mad. The only thing I want right now is to get back at Rob. Hurt him for what he did to me!”
Andre pulled me closer, giving my shoulder a squeeze, and said, “I know what you mean. I have never thought that Rob has given you the respect that you deserve. Don’t get me wrong, I like Rob, but I always thought that you’re too good for him.”
Andre kept squeezing and rubbing my shoulder as he said, “If the same thing happened to me I would want to get revenge to show him he can’t get away with that. Two can play at that game!” It felt good to have Andre touching me like this, my arm brushing against his bare, brown chest muscles as his strong hand touched my shoulder. I wanted him to continue, but I wasn’t fooled by him either, or too drunk to understand what was happening.
I knew that Andre was trying to take advantage of the situation for his own benefit. The visible bulge in his swim shorts showed that he was interested in more than just ‘comforting’ me emotionally. I was also sure that he had heard Rob’s accusation regarding him and Duane, and my empty threat, down in the yard. I also knew that Andre didn’t really like Rob all that much. I don’t think that any of the other guys on the team did either. Not really.
But at that moment I didn’t care about Andre’s ulterior motives, because I did want to get revenge on Rob! And I did want to see what it might be like to be held and kissed by a strong black man. I moaned a little at his touch, and on cue he began to lower my swimsuit cover-up off my shoulders. I had only been wearing that over my bikini for the pool party.
I didn’t resist, but I turned to look Andre in the eyes and quietly said, “You shouldn’t,” although I knew he would.
Andre pulled me around and leaned forward to kiss me as he whispered, “You owe it to yourself to get back at him.” He thought he was seducing me, but I was already leaning forward and opening my lips. It was good to let him feel his conquest was successful. Our lips met and soon after that so did our tongues.
The kiss rapidly went from slow and tender to deep and passionate. I was pushing my tongue deeper and deeper into his mouth as his strong hands began to grope at my breasts and ass. He was pushing my small bikini out of the way and moving straight for my bare skin. I didn’t mind at all. From the moment we started to kiss I had already decided that I would let Andre do whatever he wanted to me.