This choice: The next day, he meets Shantel • Go Back...Chapter #5Meeting Shantel by: chaos   Bobby had never been more scared then he was right now. He was going on his first date with a rather skanky looking black girl he had met online, he didn’t know why he had thought that this was a good idea. Then he remembered the picture of Shantel and how huge her ass looked, he knew exactly why he was here. Still that had to be Photoshop, no one had a booty that juicy.
He was meeting her out of all places her home, which made him feel even more uncomfortable. She had sent him a message telling him to meet her at her house and bring chocolate, adding that her mom wasn’t going to be home. All signs were pointing to this being less a date and more a hook-up, which had Bobby sweating nervously at her front step. She lived in a nice, little home not far from his own home; he had been able to walk from his house to hers in only an hour. He didn’t know what to expect, but holding the chocolates close to his body, he rung the doorbell and waited.
“I’m coming! I’m coming!” Bobby heard calling out from inside the house before the front door swung open. Taking a step back, Bobby was nearly hit by a pair of big, black double D’s swinging inside a tiny bikini top. He looked up past the dark mountains to see a heavily dressed up face looking down at him. At first Shantel looks surprised, then she’s grinning widely at Bobby and lifted him up.
“Aren’t you just the cutest thing I ever seen? You gotta be Bobby. I must admit I was afraid you’d be another balding, middle-aged perv looking to hook up after saying your in high school. I meet a lot of dirty old bastard’s online,” Shantel laughed as she turned around and took Bobby into her house without letting him say a word. Squirming uncomfortably as she held him up, Shantel dropped him back down to the ground and stared down at him for a second to mull something over in her head. “Now you said you was 14 in your email, but you look younger. You fudge your age or you really 14?”
“I am 14. I might look young but I swear to God I’m not a kid,” Bobby loudly said. He was not going to be treated like a kid; he wanted Shantel to know he was not some little child but a young man. As he looked sternly up at the African American girl, he heard her laugh. She reached down and stroked his chin with her long nails, making Bobby’s hairs stand on edge from the barest of touches.
“Want to prove yourself, dontcha. Yeah, you look like a boy, but you want to be a man. Maybe we can do something about that. You really up for anything like your messages said?”
“Yeah, whatever you want to do is fine with me. I’m up for anything you want,” Bobby boasted, hiding his uncertainty. After reading Shantel’s information, he had sent her messages hyping how he wasn’t afraid to try new things and was looking for fun of any kind. He tried to come off as more experienced then he really was and he thought Shantel was buying it. If Bobby were a little bit better at reading people he’d see Shantel obviously knew he was freaked out, but the tall girl didn’t say anything. She just gave him a toothy grin and played along with the cute white boy.
“Okay, but don’t you go complaining if things get too rough,” Shantel warned before taking Bobby by the hand and dragging him further into the house. Bobby wondered what she meant, but was distracted by the inside of Shantel’s home. It was dirty, with garbage and clothes scattered around. Half finished pizzas and moldy Chinese food containers were littered around the house. Obviously, Shantel was not one for house keeping.
Pulling him along, she took Bobby into the living room. “Sit down and let me set the mood.” Sitting back on the couch, Bobby stared as she strutted across the room and bent over beside an old stereo to get some music playing. Bobby’s eyes moved to her huge, heart shaped ass, hugged tightly by a pair of pink shorts with the word ‘JUICEY’ written in glitter right on her rump. He’d never seen such a plump ass before, it wobbles to and fro as she gets the music started. The young boy felt his pats tighten as he kept staring, his mouth going dry as the full reality of his situation set in. He was alone with alone with a barely dressed girl. He didn’t think this could get any better, then he heard the soft jazz start and knew this was going to get steamy.
"So whatcha want to do first?" Shantel asked as she rose back up and turned to Bobby with a smile that both excited and frightened him. What had he gotten himself into?
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