/zellig/ - Ongezellig

Part1
<Aren't you a mighty fine lookin white boy with yo degrees and full time jobs and responsibilities and that nice blond hair.
(NigMaya flatters her long eyelashes and slash her long pink nails. I faint blush shows up on her dark cheeks)
<So what do you say honeychild, will take me for a date?
(She puts her hand on your arm drinking in the sight of her deep black slim fingers on your veiny robust white arm. She tilts her head making her soft Afro shake a little bit)

Part2
(Maya takes you to her house)
<Here is it mista. Home sweet home.
(Her room was clean. Decorated by a Wehrmacht battle flag painted in black nationalist colors)
<Do you like it mista? I made it my self.
(She hold your arms putting her head on your shoulder)
<All the niggas bullied me for my dark skin and fluffy hair. Sayin that they liked light skin bitches and told me to put a wig. But mista you love me for what I am. I love your blue eyes.
(She cupped your face with tear filled eyes. You cup her face back. As you did the smoke alarm chirped. Maya blushed hard and looked down)

part3
(You pull your sleeve up and get a ladder changing the batteries on the smoke alarm. Jada watched your veiny white arms get too work. You notice her and smile. She blushes and looks down a little covering her mouth white a hand towel)
<Thank you mista. Now I remember this thing was chirping sometimes.
(She put a red apron and walk to the kitchen. Beaming at you, her hands on the counter)
<Hungry mista? I make grate Chicken. My mama taught me. I season it good.
(She smiles)
<But ma two white sistas always says it's too much seasoning!
(She chuckled. Her fluffy Afro Shaking)

part4
(She brought you a plate full of fried chicken with a side of Vegetables)
<Here you go mista. Don't forget about your veggies!
(She winks blushing a little. You devour the chicken. Your manly hands grabbing the chicken one by one. All the eating makes you hot and you take of the top button on your shirt. She drinks in you masculine physique until you finish the chicken and notice her hot gaze. You smile and compliment the chicken. Maya snaps out of her dreamy gaze and takes the last carrot on the plate.)
<Don't forget the veggies mista. Open up!
(You nip the Carrot of her hand, your lips touching her finger for a split second. Maya gasps and pulls her hand back. For what feels like a eternity the two of you stand there. The Carrot still in your mouth. Maya took your plate and started to clean the dishes)
<Glad you enjoyed it mista. Thanks for the smoke alarm battery.
(She says awkwardly not looking at you with a dry forced laugh. You don't know what to say and say good bye and thanks for the meal. You slowly walk towards the door. As you were about to hold the door nob, Maya hugs you from behind. You can here her panting with a mix of a slight whimper. Her chest pressed against your shoulder. You feel her warmth and desperate breeding. She looks at you with bedroom eyes filled with small sparkles from her pent up tears. She whispers to your ear in a shaking voice)
<Oh Honey child I thinks I need my white savior tonight.