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Quieting the Black Beast
(Jane Snow)

I remained silent, watching as she pulled away and grabbed a towel.  My black neighbor stood up, not even bothering to try and cover himself up as he walked towards me.  He didn't look angry, just confused as he got close.

"Oh hey Brandy, what are you doing here?"  He asked.

My eyes kept glancing down to look at his stiff manhood bob up and down with each step.  I cleared my throat and quickly looked up, forcing myself to stare into his dark brown eyes.  In the background, I could see my babysitter struggling to get her clothes on.

"Jordan, I didn't mean to barge in like this but you've been really loud and rowdy lately.  It seems to be getting worse and I have to step in," I responded.

"My bad, I didn't know my music was that loud," Jordan replied as he glanced back at my former babysitter.  "Yo Samantha, I told you to keep it down," he continued.

"Oh, don't blame her!  And cover yourself for goodness sakes!"  I interrupted angrily.

"Damn, where my manners at, hey can you grab me a towel too?"  Jordan requested as he kept his attention on Samantha.

My eyes wandered once again, dancing around his powerful abs and down to stare at his manhood.  It was semi-erect and yet, it still looked massive.  Samantha sheepishly walked by and handed Jordan a towel.

"I'm sorry Mrs. Stokes, I didn't realize anyone would be home," she apologized.

"I really can't talk to you right now, go on, get out of here," I replied angrily.

Once Samantha left, I stared down Jordan.  "Look, you and your lady friends have been getting out of control.  It seems like you're partying every night and that music is just too loud.  And why are you... fornicating outside of all places?"  I complained.

"Uh, why don't we talk about this inside?  Let me grab you a drink and turn down the music," he offered.

He walked back to his house and I couldn't help but follow.  My crotch grew warmer with each step and once I entered his house my knees felt weak.  He poured me a cup of wine and turned the music down.  After giving me the cup of wine, he sat on his couch and tapped the seat next to him.

"Come on over.  Let's chat and figure out what I can do to make your life easier," he said.

I sat down and took a sip of the wine, my eyes still dancing along his muscular body.  His ebony statuesque figure was making me feel hot.  My face was most likely turning red as I took a couple more sips of wine.

"Look, you need to turn down the music, especially during the night.  I barely get enough sleep with your rap blaring outside," I started.

He nodded, gave a small smile and raised his hand up.  "Aight, my bad.  I can turn that shit down.  Anything else?" he agreed.

I was surprised and at a loss for words as he took it in easily.  "Well um, your parties out in the pool, they can also get a bit rowdy.  And look, you can have parties, but maybe try to keep them on the weekends?"  I requested, my anger subsiding.

"Yeah, you know what?  You're right, been partying way too hard lately.  I can bring that down," he said as he leaned back and spread his legs a bit.

My eyes couldn't help but glance down again and to my delight, there was a slight opening in the towel at his crotch.  His thick black manhood was slightly visible and I bit my lower lip.  The folds of my sex were growing white hot as I swallowed my saliva and took yet another sip of my wine.