Sweet Embrace Box Set

By Erica Storm

Jackie Hunt is a black middle class college student with middle class aspirations who wants to meet a man she can love and respect. But all the men she’s been dating lately, are the ones who believe she should pay for the date, and assume they should take her to bed. But she’s not having none of that. Jackie isn’t expecting to meet a rich man. She doesn’t hold those high aspirations. Jackie doesn’t expect flowers and candy, and expensive dinners. She just wants a man who can afford to pay for a movie and popcorn. “Is that too much to ask for?” she says posing the question to her girlfriend, Emily, who sets her up on dates with a lot of losers.

John Greenleaf is a man who’s comfortable and has a great life. All he wants is to meet a woman who doesn’t check his portfolio to determine how much money he has, or what profession he’s in. “Is it too much to ask to meet women who will like me for myself?” He asks his friend, LaShawn, a jock whom he’s known since his football days when he was the golden boy quarterback in college, and LaShawn was then the aspiring freshman quarterback.
When Jackie finally meets John, will they discover that they have something in common, or will they come to the wrong conclusions about each other before they get a chance to fall in love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erica Storm
• Release date: Mar 5, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310620140

Erica Storm

Hi, I'm Erica Storm and I write spicy erotica and erotic romance. I have over fifty short titles and box sets to arouse your senses. If you don't have the time to invest in a long novel, you can read my short stories on the go as you wait in the checkout lines. "When you read erotica you feel alive." Happy reading!

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Sweet Embrace Part 1

By Erica Storm

Copyright 2015 by Erica Storm

Chapter 1: Jackie

I had known Emily for four years of college. She always had a level head and never suggested anything outrageous until tonight. We roomed together for three years in an apartment off campus and surprisingly liked each other’s company. It didn’t matter if she’s white and I’m black, we just found a kindred spirit in each other. It’s like that when you don’t know where you belong in the world, and then all of a sudden you find someone you can talk to and someone you can love.

Emily was someone I could talk to. I still haven’t found that someone I can love and be intimate with.

But you know when you find a friend that likes the same silly things you do. You know when you can laugh and be straight with a friend, and you like to go to the same stupid places and they like it too. You know then they are your friend.

Whenever I set Emily up with boyfriends, I always make sure they have money to take her out to the movies, or on a date to a good restaurant. She enjoys the young men I hook her up with because she likes black men, and most of my associates on campus are black men who are going to school, working, and have a decent part time job.

Me, I didn’t care if the men were black or white. Men were men to me as long as they treated me like a lady, and could afford our date.

But for some reason, Emily would hook me up with one of her boyfriend’s friends. And they would leave a lot to be desired.

For example, the time we went to the movies as a double date. I should have taken the hint when her boyfriend’s friend said, I think I left my wallet at home. He pats his back pocket as if he would put a wallet there, or could afford a wallet. He looked like the type if he had any money it would be in his socks. Wallets were for men who carried credit cards and some cash. The way he dressed with his low slung jeans, and a dark blue hoodie, and when he jumped around when he heard sirens, which gave me the impression he could have been wanted for something. 

When I whispered to Emily as we exited her car she said, Jackie why are you so suspicious. Don’t be so hard on him. He’s cute. I didn’t know what she was looking at and clearly it wasn’t the same thing I saw.

If he’s so cute, you go out with him the next time. I bet you won’t think he’s so cute, I whispered standing in line waiting to pay for two tickets.

I looked at him thinking that this was bullshit and I have to pay for another date. I had seen that move before.

Pulling out my purse, I paid for the tickets, and it wasn’t even a movie I wanted to watch. One of those action movies. I think it was Fast and Furious part five. The ones where three was enough for most intelligent men of twenty one. But this guy had spent his days in fantasy land as a gamer. His whole life was playing games and driving cars he couldn’t afford in his fantasies. 

When I realized that, I gave Emily a hard glance. Once I gave her my patented look, she knew I was going home early. There was no way I would pay for a date, and then let the creep fondle me as he’s getting his kicks playing fantasy football, or some of that other shit they’re into.

After the movie to which I had paid for tickets, two buckets of popcorn, a box of candy, and a giant soda and beer, I had had enough.

My date assured me that he would reimburse me if I went to his apartment. It surprised me that he had an apartment.

Grabbing Emily’s elbow, I shoved her in the direction of the ladies room. I pushed her through the door.

What is it now, Jackie?

You know. How many dates do I have to go on with you? My finances can’t take another hit like this.

I ask you to go with me because it’s not safe going with strange men alone.

Can’t you just find a date like a normal twenty one year old? Let your parents set you up with some rich white dudes.

But you know perfectly well, Jackie, that I’m not into white men and you said that you didn’t care what race a man is.

"I know what I said, and don’t remind me by trying to confuse the issue. It’s not because they are black or white, they don’t have any money, and if they do, they spend it on their little toys. The men you introduce me to want to spend thousands of dollars on game systems. That’s fine, but they want a woman too, and they want something for free like a little booty and maybe some woman to suck their dicks.

"They don’t mind paying for a games but they don’t want to pay for a movie tickets and dinner. I wouldn’t mind if they just paid for their own shit. Hell I can pay my way because I don’t expect anything from them. But when I have to pay for a date and then they expect me to be happy being with them, I have one thing to say, fuck that. I would rather sit on it than give it away. I said that to say, if you can’t vet the next date you want to drag me on, then forget it. I’m staying at home on a Saturday night or any other night."

You are just being difficult and unreasonable. With that stance you could be an old maid.

I’ll just have to take my chances. But the way I’m going, I’ll be an old maid and broke. I’d rather be an old maid with some money.

Your parents have something to leave you. Mine don’t. I walked in the stall closed the door and peed. When I came out to wash my hands. Emily was staring at me in the mirror.

Why do you have to be that way? You need to lighten up, Jackie. Enjoy life. Now let’s go out and make the best of the evening.

I shot her a grim look and walked back into the stall and locked the door.

You are just acting like a child.

When I opened the door, Emily was out of the restroom standing with what’s his name in the lobby, and with her friend. Her friend had his hands wrapped around her, holding on to her waist, and my date standing watching them kissing, sucking, and his friend with his tongue down her throat. People were going in and out of the theater and shooting them errant looks. 

My date is a well-developed black male who appeared to be overly cocky for his lack of income. He wasn’t bad looking and he would have been a man I would have thought of dating again, but my finances couldn’t handle it, and I couldn’t afford to take care of him if I wanted to, which I didn’t.

My date tried to imitate the embrace of Emily and her friend, who by this time, looked like they were one and if they hadn’t exit the theater, then the management would have escorted us out because of Emily’s dates obscene prodding of her body and gyrating on her butt. 

I pulled my dates hand from my shoulders, and he stopped, and looked at me as if I had committed a crime.

There will be none of that, I said stopping before we reached the car.

What do you mean? he says to me in a