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Eyes Wide Open 2
by Kylie X

Copyright 2007 Kylie X all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Interracial, Oral, Foot Fetish, Sperm
Fetish, Wife Sharing Themes
Synopsis: The sequel to EWO catches up with Kylie and her fiance
Rodney a week before their wedding, as the young couple examine their
relationship and expectations for the future.

Note: Please Read "Eyes Wide Open" before continuing beyond this
point.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Eyes Wide Open 2
by Kylie X


"Hmmm..." I tapped my index finger against my bottom lip thoughtfully,
browsing the videos and grateful they were somewhat sorted by subject.

"Kylie..." Rodney tugged at the sleeve of my jacket and I knew he was
getting impatient.

"Hold on, I'm looking." I said without looking at him.

"You've been looking." He said, not unhappily, but just...impatiently.

"This one." I said, after holding my two favorite choices side by side
and comparing the little pictures and vague descriptions. They really
were almost identical.

"Are you sure?" Rodney teased me, because I'd been looking for a good
half hour probably.

"Yeah." I gave him a warm smile and a little hug. "I'm sorry, I just
like to look."

"I noticed." Rodney grinned and looked at the movie as I handed it to
him and then he sighed, as I knew he would, but it was just a little
one.

We walked together towards the front of the store and passed a few
people, men wearing suits mostly, on their way home from the office
most likely, killing time before the long bus ride into the suburbs
maybe. I knew that feeling all too well, since my parents live in Eden
Prairie and the university is downtown. I caught the eye of one of
them, a handsome man, trim with neatly combed brown hair and soft
green eyes.

He smiled at me, which was a little unusual for that place, and I
smiled back feeling Rodney's arm tighten around my waist as I slowed
down. Rodney glanced at me, his thick black lips curling downward in
annoyance, probably. I didn't know for sure because I was busy looking
at the white guy standing just a few feet away. I noticed he was
holding a magazine with a black girl on the cover and perhaps that
explained his smile.

"Hi." I said, licking my lips.

"Hello." He seemed surprise that I'd say something, but I suppose just
seeing a young and pretty black woman in an adult bookstore was
surprising enough.

I giggled as Rodney pulled me along and I wasn't resisting him too
much, it was just a tease really and Rodney understood that by now.
We'd been engaged almost six months and our wedding was getting close
finally, just a week away and I think it was making us both a little
anxious.

The guy was watching me, well all the guys were, but the man with
green eyes was watching my ass close in the faded jeans I wore. They
were tight and soft and I'd had them since I'd pretty much stopped
growing at sixteen. I loved those jeans, not only because they were
super comfortable, but because they were tight around my thighs and
ass, showing off my long legs and especially my narrow, but definitely
round hips. I didn't have a typical black girl butt either, it was
high and tight and round. I wasn't some MTV Booty Girl, thank God.
Shape is more important than size, in my opinion, and my pert black
ass was perfect

I gave it a little extra wiggle just for him, glancing over my
shoulder with an impish grin to see the guy smiling back.

"Do you have to do that?" Rodney asked softly.

"Maybe I should get his phone number." I giggled.

"Kylie..." Rodney shook his head, putting the video on the counter.

"Huh...White in Black Volume Nine..." The cashier guy nodded and he was
young and blonde, but kind of scruffy looking and not my type.

"It goes with the other eight." I smiled.

He looked at the video, which featured a pretty black girl taking a
huge white cock in her pussy while she sucked on another one, only
slightly smaller. Then he looked at us, or most pointedly at me and he
lifted his eyebrows and I shrugged playfully. A few months ago I would
have been dying of embarrassment just walking into a place like that,
but not anymore.

"...Okay, that'll be nineteen ninety-five, plus tax, is that gonna do it
for you guys?" He asked, looking at Rodney.

"Oh, get some of those condoms, the flavored ones." I clutched
Rodney's arm as he was reaching for his wallet. "The banana...And the
strawberry too." I smiled at the grinning clerk. "I like those."

"Uh, flavored condoms." Rodney said, clearing his throat and he was a
little embarrassed, as always. We were regulars.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"That guy in the store was kind of cute, don't you think?" I asked
Rodney as we relaxed in his apartment.

"Which one?" He was using his ball point pen to tear open the
cellophane wrapper on the video.

"The guy in the suit." I sipped my Diet Pepsi out of the plastic
bottle. "The one with green eyes. I love green eyes."

"Humph." Rodney smiled at me. "Maybe I should get some of those
colored contacts."

"It wouldn't be the same." I giggled, curling my feet under my butt as
I sat on his sofa.

"No, I suppose not." He agreed, putting the DVD into his player and I
held my arms out for him, inviting him to sit close with me.

"I love you." I sighed as Rodney settled onto the couch, thumbing his
remote. "You know that, right?"

"I do know that." He turned his head, smiling at me. "Was I
complaining?"

"No." I kissed him softly on the lips. "You never complain. Go to the
menu."

"Okay." Rodney nodded, hitting the button and a moment later pushing
play so we could watch the movie.

"We should have made some popcorn." I grinned at my fiancé.

"Popcorn?" He rolled his soft brown eyes. "We haven't even had dinner
yet. You should be in the kitchen, rattling those pots and pans,
girl."

"Me?" I protested playfully. "God! You act like we're already married.
What happened to the guy who used to cook me those romantic dinners?"

"Yeah! What did happen to him?" Rodney chuckled. "He was a pretty good
cook."

"Shhh..." I laughed. "Watch the movie now."

We watched as a cute black girl in a French maid outfit pranced around
the screen, bending over and reaching high as she dusted a bedroom,
showing off her nubile body to the handsome white man reading a book
on his bed. All these movies were pretty much the same really and it
was probably a waste of money, but something about watching porn with
Rodney, interracial porn with black girls having all kinds of sex with
white guys, really turned me on. I had about two dozen movies in my
little collection now, all bought and paid for by Rodney and it was
true, he'd never once complained about either the cost or the subject
matter.

"That girl kind of looks like me, don't you think?" I stoked Rodney's
chest.

"Mmmm...Maybe, you're prettier than she is." Rodney decided.

"I got bigger boobs, that's for sure." I giggled.

"A smaller ass too." Rodney nodded.

"Don't start complaining about my butt." I warned him playfully. "You
black guys, what is it with big round butts?

"I didn't say anything." Rodney looked all innocent. "You're the one
who..."

"Shush...She's going to take out his cock." I lifted my eyebrows.

I think I'd shocked him a little when I'd first suggested going into
the adult bookstore, but he was game for almost anything I might
suggest. Rodney, true to his word, seemed able to refuse me nothing.
I'll admit I tested him quite a lot, like flirting with the white guy
in the bookstore, but Rodney understood that I was just teasing him.
He also understood that a day would come when it went beyond teasing
and I was really hoping that watching movies like this, flirting with
white men in front of him, would prepare him for that. I wasn't hiding
anything from him and I'd promised both of us that I never would.

We were entering our marriage with our eyes wide open, as Rodney had
said once. I liked that term a lot and I really hoped it was true.

"Oh God..." I breathed, pressing my hand against the bulge in Rodney's
slacks. "...Look at the size of that guy's cock."

"Uh-huh." Rodney nodded. "It's big."

"It's huge." I giggled. "I wonder what that would feel like."

I could feel pussy growing damp already and the girl wasn't doing
anything but sucking the white guy off, although she couldn't fit much
more than the head of that enormous prick into her small black mouth.
I licked my lips sympathetically, imagining how that beautiful white
cock would feel with my hands wrapped around it. How it would taste
filling my mouth, all that precum mixing with my saliva, spilling out
of me as I tried to swallow it.

"Play with my tits, Rodney...Help me..." I whispered, moving so I could
unbutton my blouse. I loved having my breasts licked and kissed and
especially bitten and Rodney did it nice, he'd had a lot of practice.

"Yeah, Kylie...Here..." Rodney was more than happy to help me and perhaps
that's why he didn't mind those videos so much, he knew how hot they
got me.

"Ummm..." I made a little face as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra.
"...There...Worship my tits, Rodney."

"Anything for you, Goddess." Rodney sighed, bringing his mouth to my
right nipple and kissing it tenderly.

That was his pet name for me, Goddess, and I always smiled when I
heard him use it. It seemed so over-the-top, you know? He was sincere
though, I knew that, and he did worship me. I guess if we were into
the BDSM thing I would have been his Mistress or whatever, but that
wasn't us. We didn't need it. We knew who was in charge and it was me,
there was no reason to play games and I didn't want to hurt the man.
Neither physically nor especially emotionally, except for a little
humiliation maybe, but he liked that just as much as I did, even
though he wouldn't admit it.

It wasn't domination, it was independence. That was the key and the
gift that getting engaged to Rodney had given me. I really was free to
do what I wanted, while Rodney was bound to me as a devoted lover. Not
a slave, not that, but a submissive mate, yielding to my desires and
so willing and happy to do so. I still didn't understand the appeal,
what it was that Rodney gained from our relationship, but I didn't
have to. It was enough to see him happy and if a little public
humiliation was the only penance for his selfless love, then that too
was a burden he eagerly shouldered.

My Rodney.

"You want to see me fucking a big white cock, don't you?" I whispered
into his ear, cradling his sucking mouth to my breast. "Tell me...Tell
me you want to see it..."

"I want to see it, yeah..." He breathed, flicking his tongue over my
hard nipple, dark and thick and a full inch long.

"I'm going to do it, Rodney." I kissed his neck, stroking his back
through his polo shirt. "I'm going find a man to fuck me, a white man
with blonde hair and blue eyes..."

"Mmmm...Kylie..." Rodney dragged his teeth across my soft skin, squeezing
my 34C tits in his large hands.

"...I'm going to ride him bareback..." I shivered at my words and arched
my back against Rodney's hard sucking mouth. "...Let him cum inside me...
All night...As many times as he wants to..."

"Mmphhh..." Rodney nursed on my nipple hard, the way I liked it,
pinching it with his lips and tonguing it rapidly.

"Watch the movie...Fuck..." I was breathing hard and I had to stop him
before I went too far.

I was still a virgin and it had been hard keeping my hymen intact. My
nipples were my Achilles heel and too much attention to them could
make me forget my promise. I was going to give my virginity to Rodney
on our wedding night as his reward for loving me so patiently, so
selflessly. It was hard though and several times I'd come close to
giving myself to him, begging the man to take me and release me from
that strange bondage, because that was very much how it felt. Until I
lost my virginity I couldn't fuck anyone and once it was gone, once
I'd kept my promise to Rodney, I'd keep my other promises as well. I'd
find a white man to fuck me good and hard and deep.

I was just waiting, like a girl counting the days until Christmas.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Cognitive psychology?" Will was looking at me.

"Ummm...Don't tell me!" I giggled, but I was a little frustrated. "The
scientific study of how people..."

"Keep going." Kevin grinned at me, but he was looking at his notes.

"...acquire, process and...and...shoot...and what?" I frowned, because I could
never remember the last one.

"Utilize." Steve smiled.

"Yeah, acquire, process, and utilize information." I sighed. "I'm
going to get killed tomorrow."

"No, you'll be okay." Bobby leaned back in his chair, rocking on the
back legs.

"Easy for you to say." I grumped. "You're smart."

"Heh." Kevin chuckled. "He thinks he is. Next one?"

"Developmental Psychology..." Will said and it was Steve's turn to
answer.

We had a quiz in our freshman psych course the next morning and I
hated that class. It was boring and the teacher sucked and I couldn't
remember half the crap in my notes...Blah. The good thing was that I was
in one of the study rooms at the university library with my four best
friends, all of them men, all of them attractive, and all of them
white. I was in love with those guys, with all of them, or at least
lust...But when you're nineteen it amounts to the same thing.

"Hey Will, would you mind walking me to my dorm tonight?" I asked him,
and it wasn't so strange as it sounds.

I'd gotten in the habit of asking one of them after every study
session, mostly because at first they'd all volunteered to walk me
home and that had made me feel a little funny, walking around the
university at eleven at night with four guys. So my solution had been
to pick one and only one, and it was nice that way. It was a fun game
because I had no schedule, I just picked the one that caught my eye
that night, and they were all eager to be picked. It made them
special.

"Sure Kylie." Will smiled and looked around while the other three guys
moaned and complained, but not too much. It was all good natured and
they knew I was engaged of course. I'd invited them all to the
wedding.

"So, Saturday's the big day, huh?" Will smiled at me as we left the
library. "Getting excited?"

"Gotten excited." I laughed. "I'm beyond that, I'm...Numb."

"Numb?" Will laughed too. "Okay, sure, numb is good."

"Oh, God." I sighed; taking Will's left arm and pulling it so he'd
have to hold me around my waist.

We were close to the same height and walking hip to hip with the man
was nice. Will was beautiful too. The other guys were handsome in
their own ways, but Will was beautiful. He had a sensitivity that just
made me melt, I swear, I don't know how to describe it. But his hazel
eyes and soft brown hair and pale skin...I was in trouble being alone
with him like this and I knew it.

"I guess we won't have too many more nights with you." Will took a
deep breath.

"Why?" I glanced at him and we were walking very slowly.

"You'll be a married woman, Kylie." He said. "Your husband probably
won't want you spending your nights around here."

"Yeah." I shrugged. "Maybe. I'll still need to study though. Being
married isn't going to give me better grades."

"You'll do okay; you're smarter than you think you are." Will's
fingers tightened around my narrow waist.

"Mmmm...I like that." I leaned into him a little as we walked.

"Being smarter?" Will chuckled.

"Uh-uh...What your hand is doing." I told him.

"I'm going to miss these walks." Will nodded and all the guys had told
me the same thing.

I'd never kissed any of them, never done more than played little word
games, the flirtatious innuendo that made us laugh, but on the long
walk back to my dorm I always made sure their arms were around me. It
was our only intimacy really, and a wonderful tease for both of us,
and just feeling Will holding me like that was enough to make my
nipples pop hard under my bra.

"So, how's Betsy these days?" I asked, and that was a tease too. She
was Will's girlfriend and Becky didn't care for me a whole lot. None
of their girlfriends did, but I didn't care for them either.

"Becky." Will shrugged. "She's probably trying to call me right now."

"Where's your phone?" I looked at him.

"I must have forgotten it." He chuckled.

"You're bad." I made a little face and giggled.

"Well, she knows when we're studying and, you know..." He sighed.

"She just wants to make sure you didn't fall into a black hole." I
told him, not really meaning the dirty pun and I gasped as Will stared
at me. "I mean..."

"Yeah," Will grinned, "I know what you mean, Kylie, and you're right
about that."

"On the other hand..." I bit my lip. "...Maybe a black hole is just what
you need."

"Is that right?" Will gave me a look and I was off and running with my
vulgar and unintended innuendo.

"Oh yeah, they're warm..." I said softly. "...wet...and hot..."

"Oh jeeze, you're just trying to get me in trouble."

"Have you ever been in a black hole, Will?" I asked him as innocently
as I could.

"Uh...No, I haven't." He shook his head.

"You should try it sometime." I nodded seriously. "Becky wouldn't have
to know."

"Uh-huh." Will nodded. "What about your fiancé?"

"Rodney?" I laughed. "Why would he care if you found a nice tight
black hole?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Will said.

"You don't have to worry about him at all." I promised.

"What do I have to worry about?" Will wondered.

"Getting back out." I giggled. "Once you go black, you'll never go
back..."

"I heard that." Will was looking at me and his hand was moving up and
down, just a little, rubbing my side gently.

"I think Einstein said that." I nodded.

"After his trip to Africa." Will laughed and I gave him a little
bounce with my hip.

"You might forget all about Becky." I said.

"Ahhh..."

"I'm sorry." I rolled my eyes. "She's nice, I know."

"She just gets a little jealous." Will shrugged.

"A little?" I laughed. "She thinks we have sex."

"Yeah." Will said slowly. "I know."

"Don't you ever want to make her right?" I asked. "Justify all that
yelling she does?"

"Justify Becky's anger?" Will grinned. "You've been studying too hard,
Dr. Freud."

"Hmmm..." I shrugged. "Just a thought."

We were standing outside my dorm then and I sucked my lips as Will
reluctantly let me go. I wished we had a reason to walk a little
farther.

"Thanks for walking me home, Will." I smiled into his eyes.

"Anytime, Kylie." He said and we were standing there a little
awkwardly, like we always did, unsure of what to do or what to say.

"You're coming to my wedding, right?" I asked him, for like the tenth
time.

"Yeah, Kylie." Will smiled patiently. "We're all going to be there."

"Good." I nodded. "You better be. You know you can bring Becky too,
right? I invited all you guys."

"Yeah, she's coming." Will said. "I think she really wants to see you
hitched."

I giggled at that. "Yeah, I bet. Okay, well...Goodnight, Will."

"Hold on, uh..." Will stopped me and I narrowed my eyes.

"What?"

"What are you doing Thursday night?" He asked.

"Thursday?" I shrugged. "Um, Wednesday is the rehearsal. Let's see...
Friday we're having the big dinner, all the in-laws, you know." I
rolled my eyes. "Hmmm, Thursday I think I'm just going to panic that
night."

"You're going to panic?" Will laughed.

"Why?" I asked him. "Are you asking me on a date two days before my
wedding? Your timing sucks."

"What? No, uh-uh...I'm, well, me and the guys we were thinking you
should have a little party."

"A party? For me?" I smiled.

"Yeah, you know, um..." Will shrugged.

"Like a bachelorette party?" I giggled. "I don't think boys are
supposed to give me one of those."

"Well, not a party maybe, just hanging out." Will shrugged. "A little
get together before we lose you forever."

"Lose me forever?" I giggled. "I'm getting married, not joining the
Peace Corps."

"Yeah, that's a good idea." He smiled. "We'll call it a going away
party."

"So I don't get a bachelorette party?" I pouted.

"Okay, okay...We'll call it a bachelorette party. We'll get a cake for
Steve to jump out of and everything." Will laughed. "How about it?"

"Yeah, God." I smiled. "Like I'm going to say no? Of course I wanna
party with you guys."

"Good." Will nodded. "I'll tell the other guys and talk to you
tomorrow, okay?"

"Cool." I grinned at him. "That's seriously nice of you guys."

"Well..." Will couldn't stop smiling. "...Yeah, but you're seriously nice
too, so..."

"So, yeah, okay." I nodded and we looked at each other for a long ten
seconds. "I better, um...Get inside. Feed my fish and stuff."

"Right." Will said. "Goodnight, Kylie."

"Goodnight."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Mmmphhh...." I moaned around Rodney's thick cock as I took it deep into
my mouth.

"Ummmm....Suck it, baby..." Rodney sighed, sitting on his sofa while I
knelt on the floor.

A movie was playing behind me with some black girl getting gang-banged
by four white men. We'd been at the church for our wedding dress
rehearsal and I'd decided to give Rodney a little reward for stopping
by the adult bookstore afterwards. He deserved a good blowjob once in
awhile and I was pretty good at giving them now. It had gotten a lot
easier for me to enjoy it once we started using candy flavored
condoms. I was naked, but for a pair of loose white panties and all
Rodney wore was the rubber on his cock.

"God, I love strawberries." I giggled breathlessly, licking my lips
and sliding my hand up and down Rodney wet shaft, looking rather
pinkish beneath the condom he wore.

"I love your mouth, baby...Keep sucking..." Rodney grinned at me.

Rodney really wished he didn't have to wear a rubber, but the few
times I'd given him a blowjob without one it had pretty much turned me
off. Not because I don't like sucking cock, I love it, but I wanted a
white cock between my lips, not a black one. I know that sounds silly
and I know if I close my eyes a cock is a cock, but I just wasn't into
getting my mouth full of a black man's precum or most especially a
black man's sperm, not even my fiancé's. The first and only time
Rodney had cum in my mouth I'd almost thrown up, in fact I had thrown
up, but hopefully he didn't know that.

I tried to hide it and I felt bad about it, a little guilty because I
was going to be his wife. I couldn't help it though, black sperm just
seemed so nasty to me and even the idea that my dad's black sperm had
helped make me...I tried not to think about that too much. I swear, it's
just something in my head and I'd change it if I could. As it was, I
only sucked Rodney's cock while he wore a condom now and that was a
thousand times better for me, and him too because I could really work
on making it good for him. Of course Rodney just didn't see it that
way, but I'd laid down the law and he'd agreed.

Rodney's cock was nice sized too and I always giggled a little when
I'd talk to my girlfriends, especially the white ones. I was blessed
with a lot of friends, which was nice, and most of them were white,
but just because most of the students were white. We were in
Minnesota, you know? That's my excuse anyway, but the white girls I
liked to hang out with, they were all convinced that every black guy
in the world has like a ten inch cock and I always laughed when I
heard them talking.

"Do you like that movie, Rodney?" I lifted my mouth, sliding his wet
cock across my cheek slowly.

"It's okay, I guess." He shrugged and then caught my eyes with his. "I
mean, yeah, Kylie, it's great."

"Liar." I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows at him. "I picked it out
especially for you. Four white guys and one black girl, isn't that
sexy?"

"She seems to be enjoying it." Rodney cleared his throat. "So does
this have anything to do with your little party tomorrow?"

"Hmmm?" I licked along the bottom of his shaft, savoring the sweet
strawberry flavor. "Of course it does."

"You're not going to..."

"No, don't be silly." I dropped my mouth down so I could kiss his big
black balls. I did like those, they were cute. "I told you, my cherry
belongs to my husband."

"Uhhh yeah...Umm..." Rodney grabbed my loose black hair in his hands,
pulling it away so he could see me taking his heavy balls in my mouth
one at a time.

I suckled each of them gently, rolling them around in the warm wet
confines of my mouth, using my tongue to massage the testes beneath
that soft sack of skin. I thought Rodney's balls were great and that
really was my favorite part of giving him head, maybe his too. I
wondered how much better it would be kissing a white man's balls,
knowing they were filled with hot thick sperm. That was what was
turning me on, knowing that besides giving Rodney the pleasure he
deserved, I was also practicing so that when I did finally have sex
with a white guy, it was going to be really good for him.

"Do you want to come to the party?" I asked Rodney, looking up and
licking my lips. "The guys won't mind."

"No, it's your party, Kylie." Rodney shook his head. "You deserve to
have fun with your friends."

"I know." I wrinkled my nose playfully. "I wouldn't mind though, you
could meet them and have some fun...Keep me out of trouble..."

"Keep you out of trouble?" Rodney chuckled. "I trust you."

"Yeah, I'm serious though." I squeezed his cock gently through the
condom. "Come with me, okay? Please?"

"Are you sure it's okay?" He asked and I nodded.

"Of course it is." I sat up, crawling onto the sofa and leaning
forward so I could kiss him. "I'm gonna marry you."

Rodney smiled, even as I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and I knew
that was it for him. The real reason he could accept my strange
desires. He was going to be my husband and he'd have me the rest of
his life. I'd have other men, he knew that, but they wouldn't last,
they wouldn't spend their lives with me. Only him, just Rodney, and
for that he was willing to share me. I wish I could love someone that
much, I really do, but I'm too selfish. I wasn't going to share Rodney
with anyone and if that seems unfair, well...It was, I guess.

"I'm going to call Will and tell him you're coming." I said after our
kiss.

"Now?" Rodney blinked at me.

"What? Why not?"

"Well...What about..." He looked down and I followed his gaze to see his
cock straining impatiently for my mouth.

"Later." I giggled. "I promise. I'll make you feel good..." I was
reaching for my purse. "...Why don't you give me a little foot massage
first, hmmm?"

"Heh...I can do that." Rodney took a deep breath. "I can definitely do
that."

I grinned as Rodney slipped down to the floor, which was what he liked
best, believe me. A blowjob was nice, but it didn't compare to the
pleasure Rodney found worshipping my feet. I used it like a treat for
him, a reward sort of thing, because if I didn't, Rodney would be
making love to my feet three times a day, I swear. It was better this
way, allowing him to play with my feet just once in awhile. I'd made a
little rule a long time before that he couldn't touch my feet, or any
part of me for that matter, without permission. I didn't want him
grabbing me. He had to respect me at all times, and when I was in the
mood I'd let him know.

"Do a good job and maybe I'll let you fuck my feet." I promised.
"Would you like that?"

"Oh yeah. Can I cum on your feet tonight?" Rodney asked, lifting my
right foot carefully, massaging it in his wonderful hands.

"Maybe." I smiled. "But only if you do me really good, otherwise
you'll just have to go to sleep wearing that condom."

"Oh, don't say that, Kylie." Rodney kissed the top of my foot. "I'll
make you feel good, don't worry."

"Uh-Huh..." I stuck out my tongue, holding my phone now. "...Just
remember, I don't want you to cum until I say so, right?"

"I know." He sighed and his smile was lighting up the room as he
pressed my foot against his cheek.

"Who does that cock belong to?" I asked, holding the phone to my ear.

"You, Kylie." Rodney said.

"Why?" I looked at him and that phone was ringing a long time.

"Because I gave it to you." Rodney took my big toe into his mouth,
sucking it gently and then pulling off it slowly. "You really are my
Goddess."

"That's...Oh, Hi Becky, this is Kylie...Yeah, I know what time it is..." I
rolled my eyes. "...Is Will there? Good, um, can I talk to him? Please?"

God, that girl was such a bitch!

"Hey Kylie." Will's voice filled my ear and I smiled. "What's up?"

"I'm getting a foot massage." I giggled.

"Oh, great." Will laughed. "Must be a good one if you're calling your
friends to let them know."

"Were you sleeping?" I asked, cause it was pretty late.

"Uh, well, we were in bed..."

"Oh." I made a little face. "Sorry, were you like right in the middle
of...You know..."

"Pretty much." Will sighed. "I think I'll be taking a cold shower
later. Sleeping on the couch again."

"I'm sorry...Tell her I'm in jail, looking for someone to bail me out.
That'll cheer her up." I laughed.

"Yeah, maybe." Will chuckled. "I'll try it."

"Anyway, um...I just wanted to let you know that Rodney's coming with me
tomorrow, to the party."

"Oh." Will didn't seem to surprised. "Cool, that'll be great."

"Yeah." I wriggled my toes as Rodney had all five of them in his
mouth.

We were quiet for a minute and I just held the phone, smiling as my
big black fiancé worshipped my little brown feet with his hands and
mouth. It felt very nice and I could feel my sex spasm with pleasure,
the muscles squeezing and rolling against each other. I played with my
left nipple, feeling it like a large piece of rubber, soft and
somewhat stiff and itching with a cool fire that I liked.

"Will?" I asked softly.

"Hmmm?"

"Can I ask you something...Personal?"

"What's that, Kylie?"

"When you were in bed, with Becky...Were you thinking about me?" I
whispered. "Do you think about me when you fuck her?"

"Do you want the truth?" Will asked and his voice was soft as well.

"Uh-huh." I agreed, pinching my nipple hard, pulling my breast into a
large brown cone.

"I think about fucking you all the time." Will said quietly.

"I want your cock inside me." I told him, looking into Rodney's eyes,
letting him hear my voice. "I want to fuck you so bad, Will."

"I should have asked you out a long time ago." Will sighed.

"You should have. "I giggled. "Now you have to wait until after I get
married."

"What's that?"

"After I'm married." I repeated. "After Rodney takes my cherry, I'm
going to fuck your brains out, okay?"

"Oh jeeze, Kylie." Will chuckled. "Don't tease me, I'm already
frustrated tonight."

"Don't go back to her."

"Don't go back?"

"Becky." I nodded. "Don't fuck her, okay? Save yourself for me. Save
all that sperm for me."

"Oh? Kylie, what are you talking about? You're getting married."

"I know." I laughed. "That's what I'm talking about. Saturday night,
after the reception, we'll do it."

"You're crazy."

"You'll see." I nodded, smiling at Rodney as he licked along the back
of my calf, kissing and biting at my soft brown skin.

"Have you been drinking?" Will asked.

"Noooo..." I moaned as Rodney found the sensitive place behind my knee
and made me shiver. "...I'm serious. I'm going fuck Rodney first, and
then I want you, okay?"

"Uhhh..."

"So save your strength, cause I want you to fuck me good."

Will just laughed and it was clear he didn't believe a word of what I
was saying.

"You want to, right?" I asked him.

"Well, yeah, of course I do." Will agreed. "I don't think that's a
good way to start your marriage though. Your husband might get a
little mad."

"No." I leaned forward, reaching for Rodney's head and pulling him
towards me. "You're not going to get mad if Will fucks me. Are you,
Rodney?"

I held the phone close to Rodney's mouth as he answered.

"No, Kylie." He swallowed hard and stared into my eyes. "I'm not going
to be mad if, uh, your friend fucks you."

"See?" I giggled putting the phone back to my ear. "Rodney's okay with
it."

"Shit. You're both drunk, huh?"

"No." I corrected him. "We're just in love."

"If you say so." Will laughed. "I think I better go get that cold
shower now."

"No jerking off." I giggled. "Promise me."

"Kylie...Yeah, okay. I promise, I won't jerk off."

"And no fucking Betsy either."

"Becky.

"Whatever." I giggled. "She doesn't deserve you."

"And you do?" Will teased me.

"Of course I do!" I grinned into the phone. "You'll see."

"Goodnight Kylie."

"Sweet dreams." I made a kissy sound and thumbed my phone off.

Rodney was working my right foot across his chest, holding it in his
hands and rubbing the sole of it back and forth over his skin. His
cock was throbbing inside the condom he still wore, jerking slightly
with every beat of his heart and I knew he wanted to cum. He wanted to
touch himself, or better yet he wanted me to touch him, to play with
his cock with my feet. He loved that more than anything else, fucking
my feet, making love to me in that strange way.

"Did I embarrass you?" I asked Rodney, setting my phone down and
lifting my left foot, bring that one to his chest as well.

"A little. Yeah." He took my right foot in his left hand, holding both
of them now, rubbing my feet across his smooth warm body.

"I'm sorry." I said and I meant it.

"You don't have to apologize." Rodney sighed. "I know you like it."

"I just like knowing that you know." I told him, leaning back and
letting Rodney move my feet where he wanted. "I like it when another
man, a white man, knows that I'm not going behind your back."

"Why?" Rodney asked and it was a simple question, but I wasn't sure I
had a simple answer.

"Because...It proves you love me." I decided with a deep breath. "I can
talk to someone, like my friend Will, and it's like I'm saying, 'See
this man? See my fiancé? He's in love with me more than any other man
will ever be.' I'm so proud of you, Rodney."

"Because I'm okay with you having sex with other men?" Rodney smiled
weakly, but his eyes were strong and looking into mine.

"No." I shook my head. "That just makes me happy. I'm proud because
you love me the way I am and you didn't tell me I had to change."

"Would you change for me if I asked you to?" Rodney asked, but we both
knew the answer to that and I shook my head.

"No." I said softly. "I don't want to change for anyone."

"That's why I love you so much." Rodney told me, bringing my heels to
his mouth and kissing the bottom of my feet. "You won't change and you
won't lie about it. You're stronger than anyone I know."

"Me?" I laughed at him. "You're the strong one, Rodney." I said.
"Being selfish isn't strength, it's a weakness and that's why I need
you so much."

"I'm not sure your friends will see it that way." Rodney said, but he
was smiling at my words and we'd talked a lot this way and I did love
him, much more than I ever expected I would.

"Maybe not right away." I shrugged. "But I'll explain it to them.
You'll see."

"I know." Rodney nodded.

"Do you want to make love to me?" I asked him. "Or do you want me to
finish that blowjob I started?"

"Let me make love to you." He swallowed hard. "Please?"

"Alright." I smiled. "You deserve it, you're being so good for me
tonight. Take off that rubber and fuck my feet...Do you want me to wear
some stockings tonight? Some shoes? You can dress me up, if you want."

"Ohhh..." Rodney nodded slowly. "Those red shoes, can you wear those for
me?"

"The new ones?" I tilted my head. "Or the..."

"The old ones." Rodney answered immediately. "They smell like you."

"Okay, yeah." I nodded. "Go get them."

Rodney loved anything and everything that had to do with my feet, and
to a lesser extent my legs. Stockings, nylons, shoes, Rodney loved all
of it and it was best for him when I was completely dressed before we
started. He would clean my shoes with his mouth and remove them
carefully, then worship my stocking clad legs and feet, and eventually
he would remove those as well. Once I was naked from the waist down,
then he would work on my bare skin, adoring my flesh until I allowed
him to orgasm.

That was how we made love.

"Give me one." I said, holding out my hand. "And get down on the
floor."

I took one of my shoes from Rodney's fingers, a red pump with a one
inch heel, closed at the toe and a little beaten up as I'd had those
shoes well over a year. They were soft and broken in and the interior
was stained with sweat from my feet. They did smell of me, of long hot
days walking around in them. That was Rodney though, my feet were most
beautiful when they were unwashed and if I allowed him, Rodney would
clean my feet with his tongue as soon as I got home from school
everyday.

"I'm going to jerk you off with my shoe, Rodney." I grinned at him and
he smiled. We hadn't done this before.

"Okay, yeah..." He agreed and I pushed him back to lay on the carpet.

"I want you to cum inside the shoe; don't make a mess or anything." I
warned him. "You know how I hate it when you get all messy."

"Kylie..." He chuckled and held the other shoe to his nose, inhaling the
scent deeply.

"That's it, you kiss and suck on that one and I'm going to make you
cum with this one." I purred.

He'd already removed the condom and I simply fitted my shoe over
Rodney's hard cock, pressing it down so his cockhead disappeared into
the dull pointed toe, his shaft riding the thinly padded length of the
shoe nicely as it was backless. I straddled Rodney's stomach, facing
away from him in my panties, enjoying the sensation of riding the
man's warm skin as I worked that shoe up and down on his cock. I
glanced over my shoulder, smiling as I watched him sucking the toe of
the other shoe into his mouth.

Rodney had his eyes closed and he was lifting his hips, thrusting his
cock into the shoe as I held it in both hands, cupping my palms around
Rodney's penis. He had his right hand on my waist, stroking my skin
and squeezing me while we fucked, because that was what we were doing.
He was fucking me in his mind, driving his cock into that shoe, into
that soft leather hole that I'd worn so often over the last year.

"Fuck me, Rodney..." I breathed, grinding my own sex against him. "Shoot
your cum inside me....Fuck me...Yeah..."

I was hot and wet, my panties damp and clinging to my swollen pussy
lips as I worked myself on his body. It was good like this, amazingly
good, and I desperately wished I had more hands to hold my tits as
they bounced slightly, lifting and falling so that I could feel the
weight of them tugging at my skin. It was a strange sensation and I
liked it. My nipples felt huge then, like they were going to pop if
someone didn't kiss them, didn't bite them hard and draw all that fire
out of me.

I wished Will were with us right then. How marvelous would that have
been? Jerking off my fiancé, letting him make love to me this way,
while my beautiful Will took my breasts in his gentle white hands,
gripping my sweaty black body, squeezing me and bringing his mouth to
mine for a kiss. I had my eyes closed, arching my back and bouncing on
Rodney's strong body as if I were riding a cock. A big hard white cock
that was buried in my womb.

The television was still on and I opened my eyes, staring at the last
scene on the disc, some black woman, with big fake tits was taking
three white guys at once. One in her ass, one in her mouth and the
third in her black cunt. She was stuffed with those white cocks,
impaled on them every way possibly and I licked my lips, feeling my
orgasm coming as I worked that shoe faster along the rigid length of
Rodney's straining cock. He was there as well, any second now he was
going to explode with pleasure.

Rodney's hand was digging into my hips, his groans matching those
coming softly from the television, joining the soft gasps and
desperate moans issuing from my own trembling lips. I was cumming, my
cunt raw and tender and angry at the emptiness within. My clit burned
and my skin was electric, tingling as if I'd touched a live wire. I
was shivering and squeezing my hands around Rodney's penis, holding
that shoe close against him, bringing him off with me. He gasped and
his cock pulsed rapidly, the strength of his orgasm pleasing my
feverish mind as I felt him spasm beneath my palms.

His cum shot into the toe of my shoe and filled that small space
quickly so that the semen ran thick and white down his smooth black
shaft, across my fingers and hands. Rodney was cumming a lot and I
fought to keep my balance, straining against my own orgasm as it
suddenly peaked while I held his penis tight. It was a good cum for
both of us, a wonderful cum and it took us several minutes before we
could find our way back down from that wonderful high to smile and
pant for air.

I removed my shoe from Rodney's cock slowly, scraping the sperm from
his flesh and mine with my fingers, collecting it all in the cup of
that leather toe and  on the padded instep until that shoe was a
spermy sticky mess. I lifted myself from Rodney slowly, carefully
while he lay there, watching me with a weak and very satisfied smile.
I sat on the sofa, letting him see me as I slipped my foot into that
shoe. I could feel Rodney's warm ejaculate squeezing between my toes,
being pushed out of the tight enclosure to spill around my dark
flash.

He was licking his lips, thanking me with his eyes as I beckoned
Rodney to come close, to crawl to my feet and lick me, to use his
tongue to clean that dirty shoe while I wore it for him. He used his
tongue, licking the leather while I watched, gathering his fresh semen
and drawing it into his mouth. He was cleaning his mess the way he
always did and at first he hadn't been quite so eager, but after so
many months it was now second nature to the man.

"Lick that cum off my ankle, Rodney..." I nodded. "...Get all of it,
swallow that sperm for me...God, you're so sexy when you do that..."

I was rubbing my pussy, looking for another orgasm while Rodney ate
his sperm for me. He wasn't gay or anything like that, this had
nothing to do with such things. It was just the man who loved me,
demonstrating his complete abasement to my pleasure. It was a symbol,
that's all, that Rodney would do something most other men would flinch
away from in distaste or even disgust. It was why I loved him, one
reason out of many, and another example of his strength to my eyes. He
could do things for me that other men couldn't and so that was why I
would marry him.

When the shoe was cleaned to my satisfaction I let him remove it so
that he could clean my foot first, and the inside of my shoe later. He
licked my skin, suckled my toes, and made love to me all over again.
Rodney's cock was hard once more, aching and erect between his thighs
as he worked half of my foot into his generous mouth, sucking at it
like an odd shaped phallus, swallowing his sperm as if it were my own
orgasm. I rubbed my clit in small quick circles, playing with my
breasts and nodding at him, encouraging Rodney to get all of it, to
clean my foot completely.

I had my cum finally, a small one and nice and Rodney contented
himself to kiss my foot, watching me as I shuddered with delight. I
reached for a condom soon thereafter, determined to let him cum again.
I'd suck his cock while he cleaned that shoe. I'd make him feel good
and loved and bring his cum boiling through his thick cock to fill
that condom. I went down on him eagerly, sucking his cock hard and
tasting the sweet flavor of bananas, which was enough to make me
giggle softly at first.

I worked his balls in my fingers and took his cock deeper and easier
as my mouth filled with saliva. I'd learned to take him into my throat
and he enjoyed that, the sensation of his cock pressing against the
tight confines of my delicate throat. I mouthed him for several
minutes and finally caught his cockhead mid-swallow, pushing my face
down to meet his taut belly and his cock reached deep inside me. He
gave a muffled groan, his tongue digging into the cummy toe of my shoe
just then, and I backed off slowly, feeling the pleasant euphoria of
taking every inch of a man's hard cock.

I sucked him off for a long while, as he'd already cum once, and it
was a small relief when I felt his hand on my head, holding me as his
urge to climax became too great. He was lifting his hips and I didn't
protest as the man fucked my mouth quickly. I just held my lips in a
tight soft O for him, licking at his latex covered glans as it passed
over my tongue, in and out. He was cumming, pushing his cock deep to
find the back of my mouth and making me gag slightly, but there was no
wash of hot sperm filling me, just the odd shape of that condom
filling with Rodney's seed. The tip becoming heavy and bloated like a
tiny water balloon and I played my tongue across it briefly as
Rodney's spasms slowed and finally stopped.

"Mmmm..." I giggled. "...My mouth was getting tired."

"That was good...really good, Kylie..." Rodney was all smiles and panting
for air as I removed his condom carefully, pinching it closed near the
tip to hold all of his sperm safe. There was a lot of it, Rodney
always had a large load of semen waiting in his balls, and that condom
was filled nicely with it.

"Okay...Open up, Rodney...Let me see it..." I whispered, bringing that used
rubber to his open mouth and Rodney was ready for it.

I let the bottom fall into his mouth and used my fingers to squeeze
all that hot man cum out of the condom, sliding it down so that it
pooled like milk in Rodney's pink mouth. I pulled the condom away,
tossing it aside and pressed my mouth to his quickly, it was the only
way I could really enjoy Rodney's sperm, kissing him while his mouth
was full of it. I used my tongue to press it deep, my body against
his, my hard nipples burning into his chest as he held me. He was
swallowing it, I could feel his jaw working, his muscles striving to
clear his mouth of his orgasm while I explored him thoroughly.

I kissed him for a long while, gathering the remains of Rodney's sperm
and letting him suck it from my tongue. It was the way we finished all
of our blowjobs, with Rodney swallowing his load because I couldn't.
But I helped him. I made it good for him. I kissed him long and deep
and with every bit of passion I possessed. When I pulled my mouth away
finally, convinced that he'd swallowed every drop of his spend, I told
him how much I loved him. How proud I was that I was going to marry
him. He was my man, the best one I knew, and I tried to demonstrate my
feelings the best I could.

=-=-=-=-=-=

"What are you doing?" Rodney asked me, although it should have been
obvious.

Mmmph?" I grinned at him.

He was buttoning his shirt as we prepared for the party my friends
were throwing me. I was taking my temperature, sitting on the closed
toilet with a thermometer in my mouth. I was already dressed, it had
been easy for me. I wore a thin summer dress in yellow, which was both
modest and rather sexy, since I wasn't wearing anything beneath it but
a white thong. My tits were on display, my hard black nipples
demanding attention as my breasts strained the thin cotton

It was nice being so small everywhere else. My hips were round, but
hardly generous and my waist was very small. I had delicate shoulders
too and a narrow back, which was good because I could buy clothes that
were actually a size too small for me, sometimes a couple sizes too
small, and they actually fit great...Except for my breasts. It made my
34C tits look more like they were 36D maybe and the effect on most men
was everything a young woman could want and more.

Rodney's eyes had practically popped out of his head when he saw me in
that dress and I hoped I'd get similar reactions from my four friends.
I just hoped I wouldn't lose a button. I pointed at my feet and waved
Rodney away, sending him off to pick out a pair of shoes for me. I
wondered how many other woman would trust their boyfriend's judgment
when it came to shoes, but I knew Rodney would pick the right pair.
Probably the white ones, I thought, the open toed slings with tiny
ankle straps. They would match the little white flowers around the hem
of my dress, not to mention my thong.

I pulled the thermometer just as Rodney was coming back with the white
slings and I grinned at him.

"What?" He asked suspiciously, but I just shook my head.

"Huh...99.1...point two maybe..." I smiled.

"Why are you taking your temperature?" Rodney asked. "Are you feeling
okay?"

"I feel great." I giggled happily. "I'm ovulating, I think."

"Really?" He blinked at me.

"Yeah." I nodded and I saw the look on his face. "I'm not going to do
anything tonight, I promise."

I stood up to hug him, wrapping my arms around his waist and looking
up into his handsome black face.

"I just wanted to know for sure, that's all." I let go of him, holding
up my hands. "See? No crossed fingers, I'm not teasing you."

"I didn't say you were." Rodney shrugged. "I just, uh..."

"What?" I took my shoes from him, sitting down on the toilet again so
I could put them on.

"Well, we haven't really talked about starting a family or anything."
He licked his lips. "You're still in school, just starting, and..."

"Lots of girls go to college while they're pregnant." I said. "It's no
big deal, I'll have you to take care of me and after the baby is born,
we can work it out."

"Hmmm, Kylie..." Rodney didn't look so sure and it confused me a little.

"I thought we talked about this." I said. "I mean, I told you after we
were married I wanted to have a baby."

"Right, yeah, but this is really quick, don't you think?" Rodney
asked.

"How long do you want to wait?" I asked him, feeling a little lump in
my throat.

"I don't know, I just think we should at least look at a calendar, you
know? See where were going to be in nine months, I mean as far as your
studies go..." Rodney spoke calmly, reasonably. "...Having a baby in the
summer, wouldn't that work out best? There's no classes, I could take
some vacation time to be with you..."

"I'd have to wait until...November? Do you think I'll change my mind
if we wait six months from now?" I asked him after some quick
calculating. "Is that what you think, Rodney?"

"No, Kylie." He shook his head and he'd seen the suspicion in my eyes.
"That's not what I mean at all. I understand you want a baby with...With
someone else."

"A white man." I said, as if I was daring him to deny it.

"Right." Rodney nodded. "And I knew that before I proposed, remember?
I'm okay with it, but I'm still going to be your husband, I'm going to
be responsible for you and our baby."

"What did you say?" I stared at him.

"What did I say?" He looked confused. "I said we should think about
it, talk about..."

"No no no..." I shook my head. "...You said you're responsible for..."

"For you and our baby, yeah." Rodney said and he was smiling because I
was, but he didn't know why. "What is it Kylie?"

"Our baby." I licked my lips and I was going to cry, and I had no idea
why. "That's the first time I heard you say it like that. Our baby."

"Well, yeah." He chuckled. "I'm going to be your husband. It's going
to be my name on the birth certificate too, right?"

"Yes." I stood up, moving to hug him again, tighter this time,
pressing my face against his chest. "God, I love you."

"I love you too, Kylie." Rodney stroked my hair and kissed the top of
my head. "More than anything else in the world."

"I'm sorry..." I moved my head, wiping the wetness from my eyes on
Rodney's shirt. "...I was thinking...I don't know what I was thinking. I'm
sorry."

"I know, it's okay." He sighed. "You just have to make sure, whoever
uh...Whoever you do it with, you have to tell him it isn't his baby."

"I know." I swallowed thickly, looking up and nodding. "I know, I'll
tell him. It'll be our baby, Rodney, nobody else's."

"Good." He kissed me then, hard on the lips and ruining my lipstick
completely, but that went well with my ruined eye shadow anyway.

"You're going to be a great daddy." I sighed a moment later and Rodney
seemed larger than life to me.

"I'll do my best." He promised with a smile.

"I just...Can't I try on Saturday? After the wedding, after the
reception I mean. I want to make love to you and then...Try...With Will
and the other guys, okay?"

"You want to try getting pregnant on our wedding night?" Rodney
breathed and he already knew I'd been thinking about that a lot.

He'd heard me talking to Will on the phone the night before and there
could be little doubt in Rodney's mind about what I wanted.

"Yeah, I mean I always dreamed of getting pregnant on my wedding day,
Rodney."

"Yeah, but..."

"And I want to do it with all of them, I told you that before. They're
my best friends and I was reading a book about sperm wars, remember? I
could do it with all of them and their sperm would fight each other
for my egg and..."

"I just pictured us spending our wedding night alone." Rodney
shrugged.

"Oh, we will be alone." I promised him. "I'm not going to spend the
night with them. I just want to have sex and afterwards, when I'm full
of sperm and maybe getting pregnant, you'll be there with me. We can
make love all night after that, Rodney."

"Kylie, I'm..." He was searching my face with his soft brown eyes and I
knew he was going to give in.

"Please?" I asked him. "If I don't get pregnant...Look, if I don't get
pregnant that night, I'll go on the pill, I swear. We'll sit down and
work out the best time for us to start a family and we'll do it your
way, alright?"

"You promise?" He smiled despite himself.

"I always promise." I laughed lightly. "Every word I say to you is a
promise, you know that."

"Yeah, I know that." Rodney sighed.

"Please? I asked again. "It's my wedding night; I just want to give
fate a chance."

"Fate huh?" Rodney laughed at that and he hugged me tight. "Okay,
we'll do it your way."

"Really?" I gasped. "Thank you! Oh, Rodney thank you, thank you!"

I pulled his mouth to mine, rushing my tongue to meet his and I moaned
as Rodney's big hands found my ass, taking my firm round cheeks and
pulling me off my feet. I clung to him while we kissed, wrapping my
legs around his waist as if we were fucking right there in the
bathroom. I could feel the bulge of his cock against me, trapped in
his pants and aching for release. I scissored him with my legs,
grinding myself against it, wishing I wasn't a virgin just so I could
feel that penetration.

I felt him moving one hand down while he held me up with the other, he
was going beneath my dress while we kissed, his hand moving across my
bare skin, finding my ass and working into the warm crevice there. He
was playing with my anus briefly, working a finger around my thin
white thing and then moving lower still, towards my sex which was only
barely covered and I gasped, drawing my mouth away

"Don't touch me there." I breathed. "Don't touch my pussy."

"I just want to..." Rodney was smiling but I cut him off.

"No, not there. I'm not going to lose my cherry to your finger." I
giggled. "And not in the bathroom."

"Okay...Okay..." Rodney nodded and he was letting me. "You're pretty
sensitive, huh?"

"You're just now figuring that out?" I laughed, straightening my thong
and pulling it back into place.

"No, I already knew." Rodney agreed. "I just wanted to make sure."

"Uh-huh." I shook my head. "Two days before our wedding and you want
to test me? You're so bad. Why am I marrying you?"

"Because you're crazy." Rodney laughed.

"Nah." I shook my head. "I'm just in love."

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"Here she is!" Bobby grinned as he opened his front door. He had a
little house he shared with two other guys, which was one of the
little perks guys on athletic scholarships enjoyed, I guess. Bobby was
a basketball player and a good one, about a foot taller than me and
all blonde hair and green eyes. He had a killer body too, lean and
muscular and he was my gentle giant.

"Hi Bobby." I smiled and even blushed a little as Bobby drank me with
his eyes. It was hard to tell, probably, but I could feel the fire
under my skin.

"Come on in, everybody's here." Bobby looked like he wanted to hug me,
but Rodney was right behind me and they'd never met.

"Bobby, this is my fiancé, Rodney." I made introductions as we
stepping into the house.

"Hi, nice to meet you." Bobby smiled. "So you're the lucky guy, huh?
Man, you broke my heart, dude."

"Nice to meet you too." Rodney smiled and they shook hands. "Kylie's
the heartbreaker, I just pay the bills."

"Yeah right." I giggled. "Rodney's an accountant for my dad."

"Your dad?" Steve was there, looking up at everyone. "No pressure,
eh?" He was smiling at Rodney. "I'm Steve."

"Rodney. Yeah, Kylie's dad has me down cold, now." Rodney grinned.
"But he's alright."

"Daddy only hired him so he'd married me, I think." I smiled at Rodney
and he grinned.

"Hey, come on this way, we'll get something to drink. Everyone's out
back." Bobby was saying, leading us towards his small back yard.

"So, any girlfriends here tonight?" I asked Steve casually, but he
knew I just wanted to prepare myself.

"Ahhhh...Just Becky." He grinned at me. "Will promised she'd be nice."

"I bet." I rolled my eyes.

"Who's Becky?" Rodney asked me.

"Will's girlfriend." I sighed. "She thinks we have sex all the time."

"You mean you don't?" Steve gasped. "That Will...He's such a liar!"

"Oh stop!" I laughed. "Don't listen to anything Steve says, Rodney."

"Man, I'm the only one you can trust." Steve grinned at Rodney.

"That's cause he keeps his ears close to the ground." Bobby looked
over his shoulder.

"Oh, Bobby made a funny." Steve frowned. "The air must be thin up
there."

"Yeah and it's getting thick down there..." Bobby laughed. "Here we
are..."

It was a nice spring evening and they had the grills going, a couple
of them, and beer of course, some wine coolers. Everyone was out there
and I introduced Rodney to Will and Becky, both of us women being
polite to a fault because we disliked each other, and then to Kevin.
It was fun and even Becky was lightening up a little as she downed a
few bottles of peach wine cooler. I sat close to Rodney and listened
mostly while he made friends with my friends, I really wanted them to
like each other. I knew Rodney was a little uncomfortable, knowing
that these were the four men I wanted to have sex with on Saturday,
and possibly father our first child, but he was doing okay, I thought.

Enough so that I found myself drifting away from him later in the
evening, after we'd eaten and the sun had long since go down, and
everyone was feeling relaxed.

"Hi." I sat down on the foot of a lawn chair, one of those long
loungers and Bobby was leaning back in it, drinking a beer with his
legs spread, feet on the ground. He was too long for it anyway.

"Hi there." He smiled and gave me a little surprised look as I leaned
back against him, settling my back against his chest with his thighs
around my hips.

"This is comfortable." I turned my head to smile up at him. It was
dark, but there were plenty of lights outside, so it wasn't bad.

"Hmmm-hmm" Bobby nodded and he wasn't exactly sure what to do with his
hands so I took them, wrapping his arms around my body just under my
breasts.

Rodney turned his head, looking at me and I gave him a little wave,
feeling Bobby stiffen slightly behind me.

"Maybe I should uh, get another beer..." Bobby said, but I wasn't
moving.

"Nah, this is perfect already." I sighed. "Don't go anywhere."

"I think you ought to sit with Rodney, don't you?" Bobby suggested
gently.

"Why? Don't you like me anymore?" I pouted.

"Kylie..."

"Rodney's okay with it." I said. "He knows I like you guys a lot."

"Well, I didn't even know you liked me this much, Kylie." Bobby
grinned and I was pressing my fingers in between his, taking his hands
beneath mine and sliding them slowly upwards, towards my breasts.

"Now you do." I sighed, pressing his big hands against the undersides
of my tits, urging Bobby to hold them, to give my tits a nice squeeze.

"Kylie..." Bobby swallowed hard and he was looking at Rodney who was
looking at us, in fact everyone was looking at us, without trying to.

"Rodney knows I love him." I said. "He isn't going to be jealous..."

I lifted my left hand away from Bobby's, raising it so I could find
the man's neck, bending him to kiss me and he resisted for a long
heartbeat, trying to understand how this was happening with my fiancé
less than twenty feet away.

"Trust me." I whispered and then we were kissing finally, after six
months of seeing Bobby nearly every day, of dreaming about him nearly
every night, he was finally kissing me.

"Mmmm..." I moaned into his mouth as I felt his long tongue entering
mine. His hands pressed harder against my breasts; giving me all the
pressure I wanted as my hard nipples seemed to explode under his
palms. I sucked Bobby's tongue hungrily, flicking mine under it,
teasing and tickling him, and pulling at his soft white skin with my
fingers.

We kissed for several long minutes, two or maybe three, I couldn't
know. It seemed altogether too short when it ended though, I knew that
and I licked my lips afterward, feeling them swollen and bruised. Our
friends were staring at us now and Rodney just sat there. It was
awkward, I knew, because nobody knew how to treat him then. They
didn't know if he was going to get angry and hit Bobby, or drag me
away from there, or just walk off alone.

"That was nice." I breathed. "I wanted to do that for a long time,
Bobby."

"Yeah." He blinked and smiled dumbly. "Me too."

"Know what else I want to do?" I asked him softly, giving him a few
seconds to think about it. "I want to suck your cock."

"Kylie!" He made a face, looking around like someone might have heard
me.

"What?" I giggled. "Come on, we'll go in the house."

I started getting up and it took a couple hard tugs to get Bobby up,
but he was following me slowly as I led him by the hand. I was
laughing and urging him to hurry up and it was probably crazy to do
that, but I wanted to do this so badly I couldn't stop myself.

"Right here, this is good..." I grinned, looking around and we were
barely inside the kitchen, like five feet past the door we'd just
walked through. I could see everyone outside through the windows and I
giggled, sticking my tongue out as I dropped to my knees.

"Kylie, Jesus...Your boyfriend is out there..." Bobby was protesting, but
not stopping me as I opened his pants with trembling fingers.

"He understands." I whispered, reaching inside Bobby's loose trousers.
"God, Bobby! What is that?"

I felt his cock and I could barely get my fingers around the soft warm
shaft. He wasn't hard, not yet, and I pulled his penis free, staring
at it and swallowing hard. It was six inches long just laying there
flaccid in my hands, thick and white as milk. It was the biggest cock
I'd ever seen and I felt my stomach doing flip-flops as I brought my
lips close to it. He was going to be huge in a few minutes, as big as
any of those guys I'd watched in the porn videos I loved, and he was
all mine.

"Mmmm...Kylie..." Bobby sighed as I took the pinkish head into my mouth,
sucking on it gently while my hands played with the shaft. His skin
was soft, like silk over the sleeping muscle beneath, and I was waking
him up now.

Bobby's cock was growing, steadily and surely, lengthening and getting
thicker beneath my loving attentions. I washed my tongue around the
smooth glans, tickling at the underside and playing the tip of my
tongue against his piss hole. I was exploring him, savoring the view
of that white penis extending from Bobby's pants to disappear beneath
my nose. After a minute, or maybe even less than that, I couldn't get
my fingers around him anymore. He was too thick, as big around as my
wrist and standing straight out from his body.

"You like my big cock, Kylie?" Bobby chuckled and he was holding my
hair back, watching as I pulled my mouth from the head and went to
work covering his prick with kisses, licking the length of him and
marveling that any man could be so large.

"Yeah." I giggled, giddy with the pleasure of mouthing a white cock
for the first time in my life. "You're cock is huge, Bobby."

"Eleven and three quarters inches, Kylie." Bobby grinned. "A lot of
girls like to measure it for some reason."

"They just want to brag." I laughed, opening my mouth wide and sliding
it along the side of Bobby's cock.

"I guess so." He said and gave me a little shake of his head, a little
sigh. "You're gorgeous, you know that? You really are."

"So are you." I smiled up at him. "There's no way I'm going to be able
to suck all this."

"Don't worry about it." Bobby laughed. "You're doing fine, just do it
however you want to."

"God, I want all of it." I rolled my eyes at him. "I wish Rodney could
see this."

"Rodney..." Bobby jerked a little, remembering suddenly where we were
and what we were doing. "...You have to explain that one, Kylie."

"He knows I like I white guys." I shrugged, sliding my hands up and
down the shaft now, feeling it wet with my spit. "I told him if I was
going to marry him, he'd have to let me have sex with other men. With
white men."

"Why?" Bobby narrowed his eyes as I kissed the head of his cock,
running my tongue over it. "I mean...Why would he agree to that?"

"Because he loves me." I smiled. "He loves me more than he's jealous."

"Well, yeah." Bobby chuckled. "I can see that, but still, letting your
girlfriend do...This...What's wrong with him?"

I let go of Bobby's cock, sitting back on my heels and I stared up at
him, into his face.

"There's nothing wrong with him." I said seriously. "You think he
should be ashamed because he loves me?"

"What? Kylie, no, I didn't say that..."

"You think I'd marry a man I didn't respect?" I shook my head. "He's
sitting out there, knowing what we're doing and probably it's
bothering him, maybe a little, maybe a lot. I don't know."

"Kylie, I'm sorry..."

"But most of him is happy, because I'm happy. He loves me, Bobby, he
respects me." I held his eyes with mine. "Could you let your fiancé
suck off another guy? Fuck another man right in front of you?"

"No." Bobby said. "I couldn't."

"You think it makes him weak, huh?" I shook my head. "It doesn't. You
should respect him, Bobby, he's more of a man than you are."

"I didn't mean I don't respect him." Bobby told me. "I like him, I do.
He's a great guy, but I just..."

"What?" I asked.

"...I just couldn't give you away like that." He said.

"He's not giving me away." I smiled. "He's giving me what I need and
that's why he's going to be my husband in two days. He's the only man
I can trust enough to marry."

"It sounds weird, Kylie." Bobby said and he held up his hands as I
opened my mouth to protest him. "But...But, I believe you, okay? I mean
it, you and Rodney know what you're doing and..." He shrugged. "...That's
all that matters right? It doesn't matter what I think."

"It matters." I said.

"Why?" Bobby smiled.

"Because of this..." I grabbed his cock again and it had softened during
my little lecture, but only slightly. "...Because if we're going to have
sex, you have to respect my husband. I won't fuck a man who doesn't."

"Kylie." Bobby looked into my eyes and his voice was sincere. "Any man
who can make you love him that much will always have my respect."

"Really?" I tilted my head slightly, ignoring the smile tugging at my
lips.

"Yeah, really." Bobby agreed. "I'm your friend and Rodney's too, and
he's a great guy, Kylie. I'll knock the man down that says otherwise."

"Thanks, Bobby." I smiled, stroking his penis back to full hardness
and I was ready to give him a real blowjob then.

Hearing Bobby say those things had gotten me excited, even more than
playing with his huge white cock. I was juicing hard and hot all over,
just because I knew Bobby didn't think less of Rodney for what I was
doing. He might not understand, not completely, but Bobby accepted
what I told him and that was all I could ask for. Rodney would get the
respect he deserved from every man I had sex with, or it wouldn't
happen. I wasn't going to hurt my husband, nor let anyone else do it
either, not even a handsome white guy with a foot long cock.

"After I'm married..." I said, pressing Bobby's cock to my black face, "...
I want you to fuck me with this thing, okay?"

"How about right now?" Bobby grinned but I shook my head, feeling the
weight of that big penis stretching from my chin all the way up to my
forehead and beyond.

"I'm a virgin." I giggled. "Rodney gets me first. It's important."

"Oh, shit." Bobby blinked at me and then laughed. "You are?"

"You thought I was a slut, huh?" I dragged his cock over my mouth as I
moved towards the head of it.

"No, I never thought that, Kylie." Bobby shook his head. "I just
thought...Well...You're so hot, I mean..."

"Talk dirty to me while I suck your cock, Bobby." I breathed, rubbing
his penis around my open lips. "I like it...Call me a slut...Call me your
nigger slut while I fuck you with my mouth."

"Jesus..." Bobby nodded slowly as I worked his swollen cock between my
tightly stretched lips, bathing his cockhead with my tongue until I
ran out of room.

"Yeah, Kylie...Okay...Suck my cock you little whore..." Bobby said softly, a
little nervously at first. "...You're my little black cocksucker now,
Kylie...A nasty cum eating slut, aren't you?"

"Mmmphh-Mmmm..." I sighed happily, working just a few inches of the man
between my lips before I ran out of room.

He was just too big to suck off properly and I concentrated on making
him feel good with my hands, massaging his hot shaft with my fingers,
stroking him with both hands in time with my mouth as I moved back and
forth. I was doing the best I could and Bobby wasn't complaining, it
was probably about as good as it ever got for the man. I'm sure he was
proud of his big dick, but average guys were probably better off in
the long run, I thought.

I sucked him like that for a long while, taking little breaks when my
jaw became tired and moving my mouth to the shaft, kissing and licking
him there while I regained my strength. I wanted him to cum for me, to
fill my mouth with his seed, and I could feel Bobby getting a little
closer with the passing minutes. He was getting seriously mouth fucked
by a beautiful black girl and even if I wasn't ever going to take more
than a few inches of his cock into my mouth, it still felt pretty good
for him.

"Suck it, Kylie, you cocksucker...You slut...I love your mouth on my cock...
I'm going to cum in your mouth, Kylie. I'm going to watch you eat my
sperm..." Bobby was talking the whole time, although he refused to call
me his nigger, which was too bad. I got off on that word during sex;
it was the dirtiest word I knew.

"Well, well..." Becky's voice surprised us. "...You couldn't even make it
to the bedroom, huh? Kylie, you're such a...Oh my God!"

Becky had just caught sight of Bobby's cock and it made me give a
muffled giggle. Saliva and precum spilled out of me, the way it had
been since I'd gotten serious about giving the man a blowjob, and my
thin dress was wet and clinging to my breasts. It was almost
transparent as well, the yellow cotton soaked with the sloppy runoff
from my mouth, so that my brown tits and hard black nipples were more
than just obvious.

"Hey, Rodney...Guess what your girlfriend's doing!" Becky called through
the open door and I didn't even look at her.

"Becky..." Bobby sighed.

"What?" Becky asked innocently and then she was yelling again. "Come
here you guys, you gotta see this!"

"We better...Stop..." Bobby said softly, but I shook my head, moaning in
protest as I knew he had to be close. I could feel his cock hard as
iron, the muscle seeming to pulse with his rapid heartbeat beneath my
fingers.

"You're such a slut, Kylie." Becky was saying. "I knew it...I knew it
the whole time."

"What's going on?" I heard Steve's voice. "Oh shit." He laughed, but
it was a short one.

"What?" Will wondered.

"Oh man...Kylie?" I could hear some disbelief in Kevin's voice.

"Come on, Rodney..." Becky was giggling, all happy she could ruin my
upcoming marriage. "...Don't be shy. Kylie's not!"

"Rodney, uh...Let's get a beer..." Kevin said.

"Becky, you're such a bitch." Will muttered.

"What? She's sucking him off in the kitchen! Jesus!" Becky protested.
"What's wrong with her?"

"Are you having fun, Kylie?" Rodney asked me and I seriously doubted
he knew what he was supposed to say, under the circumstances.

"Yeah..." I breathed, pulling my mouth away briefly. "...Jesus, he's got a
big cock!"

"Okay, you need me for anything?" Rodney asked, neither smiling nor
frowning, but just looking at me.

"No...Not really..." I giggled. "...Are you having fun?"

"Yeah." Rodney did smile then. "I'll be outside."

"Okay." I nodded. "I love you."

"I love you too, baby. Have a good time." Rodney chuckled, mostly at
the look on Becky's face I think.

Bobby had been a little tense, not knowing exactly how Rodney was
going to react, but after all that Bobby was smiling big, stroking my
head while I went back to sucking his cock. He knew now, I thought,
they all did. Rodney was a real man and he didn't need to keep me on a
leash to prove it. He just wanted me happy, that's all, and I was
going to reward him for this. I was going to show Rodney later just
how much I loved and respected him for being strong enough to give me
what I wanted most. For being able to ignore Becky and stupidity.

"What the fuck?" Becky practically screamed. "What kind of man are
you? Your fiancé is blowing a white guy in the kitchen!"

"Becky, shut up." I heard Will say and then she was yelling at him,
asking Will how many times I'd sucked him off behind her back.

"That girl's going to be trouble." Kevin sighed. "I better, um...Yeah..."

"Shit, Kylie." Steve laughed. "You think I could get one of those
too?"

"Steve, get your ass out of here." Bobby said in annoyance. "Can't you
see we're a little busy?"

"Yeah, I can see that." Steve said. "I meant later, you know."

"Some people's children." Bobby chuckled after Steve left, closing the
door behind him so we were alone again.

I'd have some explaining to do later, I knew that, and maybe Rodney
was already talking to the guys, telling them why and how he could let
me do what I was doing and not go crazy about it. Or, more likely,
they were sitting around talking about sports, or the weather, or
something as far removed from me giving Bobby a blowjob as possible.
Something safe while they tried to work it out for themselves.

Becky might be trouble, I thought, but probably not. I figured she'd
want to leave pretty soon, trying to drag Will off with her, but I
hoped she'd be pissed off and jealous enough to just go home by
herself. I wanted Will to stick around. I needed to tell those guys,
all of them, that come Saturday night I wanted to have some serious
sex with them. Right after Rodney deflowered my sex, I wanted one of
those guys make me a mommy.

That would take some explaining.

It took another five minutes to bring Bobby off after our little
interruption and I was glad when he finally came. My jaw ached! It was
worth it though as Bobby groaned, holding my head in his big gentle
hands while his cock erupted inside my mouth. It was a lot too, my
mouth filled suddenly with the first explosion of hot semen and I
choked as I tried to swallow it. There was too much though, too much
too fast, and I almost panicked as I felt like I was drowning in sperm
for a moment. Wow, was it good though! White sperm is delicious, like
hot salty creamy nectar and I wanted to drink all of it.

Bobby's cum spilled out of my mouth, past my stretched lips and
dripped onto my heaving breasts in long, sticky strands. I pulled my
mouth off and Bobby was still cumming, shooting his sperm onto my face
as I jerked him off with both hands. I didn't mind, I was loving it,
staring at that huge cock as it pulsed beneath my fingers, spewing
short heavy streams of white cum onto my black skin. He was painting
me with it, giving me a warm sticky mask to wear as I swallowed what I
could and licked around my open mouth.

I took his cock back inside, sucking it hard as the remains of his
orgasm leaked across my tongue. Bobby was grinning and nodding his
head and calling me his cum eating whore, which I loved. My cummy face
was covered with him as Bobby worked his softening cock back and forth
gently, just the head and a bit more besides, fucking my lips until he
was completely finished. I cleaned his cock with my tongue and mouth,
gathering his sperm from around the head and along the shaft. I used
my fingers to scrape semen from my face, big gobs of it and long
streaks clinging to my skin.

I shoveled it into my mouth, savoring the taste and texture, not
turned off by it at all and I giggled happily while Bobby watched me
suck and swallow and lick my fingers clean. It was pretty crazy and
seriously fun and I'd just given a white man a blowjob, which I
thought was very cool. I'd wanted to do that for a long time and now I
had, thanks to Rodney. I owed all my pleasure to my husband-to-be and
I told Bobby that he did too. He wasn't going to disagree with me.

Unfortunately for me, Becky hadn't left yet.

I'd straightened my dress, washed my face and hands in the sink, and
frowned at my reflection in the kitchen window. My hair was a mess,
and my dress...Yikes! It was pretty bad, but I laughed and shrugged and
decided to live with it. Everybody was drinking anyway and I was
thirsty now, very thirsty, and maybe I looked sexy walking around in a
thin yellow dress, the material clinging to my naked tits, soaked with
spit, precum, and now Bobby's semen. If it made me a slut, well, that
was okay. I'd be a slut for these guys, I just hadn't told them yet.
That was next on my list of things to do.

I walked out of the kitchen, holding Bobby's hand and then letting him
go as he went for the cooler. I was walking back to Rodney and sitting
down next to him, putting my hand on his thigh while he put his arm
around me. It was kind of funny, actually, how everyone just kind of
held their breath, and when nothing happened, they let it all out at
the same time with an audible whoosh.

"What's the matter with you guys?" I looked around and laughed. "It
was just a blowjob." I looked at Rodney. "Are you having a good time?"

"Yeah, it's great." He smiled and he really caught the humor of the
situation, how everyone was confused because Rodney wasn't all pissed
off.

"Good." I kissed him on the lips softly and Rodney didn't refuse it,
so I kissed him harder, deeper, thrusting my tongue still tasting of
Bobby's sperm into my boyfriend's mouth for several long minutes while
everyone stared. "I want you to have fun tonight." I breathed
afterwards, giggling and feeling my head buzz with pleasure. It had
been a good fucking kiss.

I picked up Rodney's beer, half full and took a big mouthful, swishing
the foam around while I rolled my eyes playfully and then swallowed.
Rodney just grinned and shook his head as if to clear it, looking
around at his new friends and moving his lips in a silent "Wow!"

Everybody seemed to relax again, or tried to anyway, Steve, Kevin and
Will started talking at the same time. Bobby was there, carrying two
beers and he handed one to Rodney who accepted it with a smile and
thanks. I started telling Rodney how Bobby was a great basketball
player, because Rodney is into that stuff anyway. I was just sort of
biding my time, thinking of a good way to bring up the subject I
really wanted to talk about. It should have all been okay, except for
Becky.

"How come you let her blow Bobby?" She asked Rodney, rather rudely in
my opinion.

"What's that?" Rodney asked and it got quiet again.

"Why'd you let your fiancé suck off another guy?" Becky stared at
Rodney. "You don't care he was fucking Kylie's mouth?"

"Becky, you're drunk, let's go." Will was tugging at her arm, because
she was standing up now.

"I'm not drunk. Let me go." She jerked her arm away. "I just want to
know why everybody falls all over this slut all the time."

She was looking at me then and I narrowed my eyes, not minding so much
that I was a slut for blowing one of my best friends in the kitchen,
but rather I didn't like Becky using it as an insult. I didn't feel
bad about what I'd done and I pretty much liked the idea that
eventually, I hoped, I'd be sucking and fucking all of these guys as
often as I wanted to. Especially her boyfriend, Will.

"Fuck you." I said, kind of without thinking about it.

"Fuck me?" She snorted. "Why not? You fuck everybody else."

"Becky..." Will frowned but she wasn't going to be stopped.

"So what's the deal? You just let her walk all over you? I thought you
black guys were tough. You let your girlfriend fuck white guys?" Becky
was in our face, standing close as we sat at the picnic table, looking
back and forth between Rodney and me.

"I don't own her." Rodney said, keeping his voice calm and reasonable.
"Kylie knows what she's doing and I trust her."

"Trust her?" Becky laughed. "What kind of man are you?"

"Becky, why don't you chill out a little? I'll get you another wine
cooler." Steve suggested, reaching into the cooler beside him.

"Go sit down, Becky." I waved my hand. "I've never fucked anyone and
Rodney knows it."

"Shut up, nigger bitch." Becky spat. "I know you and Will are doing
it. Don't lie to me."

Slap! I didn't really think about that one either, it just sort of
happened. My right hand caught her across the left cheek and it
sounded a lot worse than it was.

"Don't you ever call me that again." I said, standing up.

"Whoa!" Will moved quickly.

He grabbed Becky, wrapping his arms around her and just in time too,
because she went a little crazy then, kicking and screaming and
telling me she was going to "...kick your nigger ass back to fuckin'
Africa where it belongs, cunt!"

"Oops." I shrugged looking around apologetically. "She shouldn't have
used that word; I hate being called a bitch."

That actually got some nervous smiles, but we were all listening as
Becky finally broke up with Will, telling him she never wanted to see
him again and all that. I felt sort of bad about it, but Will could do
so much better than her anyway, believe me. He could have just about
any girl he wanted and I knew he'd be happier in the long run. After I
was married he could have me anytime he wanted, I'd make that clear to
him. Yeah, Becky had always been a nagging bitch and honestly, I don't
know what he ever saw in her.

"Well..." Will was coming back, smiling self-consciously. "Great party,
Bobby."

"I do try, bro." Bobby laughed and handed Will a beer. "Drink. It'll
help, believe me."

"I'm sorry, Will..." I started.

"Nah, it was going to happen soon anyway." Will waved me off. "Can I
borrow your couch tonight, Bobby?"

"Yeah, no sweat man." Bobby nodded. I'll even let you use my teddy
bear."

"Hey, you guys..." I cleared my throat.

I looked around at my four friends, jerking my head so Steve and Kevin
would come over. They were sitting in lawn chairs looking at the stars
or something, well, looking at me and pretending not to. They got up
slowly, walking over to the picnic table so we could all talk and I
held Rodney's hand, giving him a squeeze and a smile before starting.

"I wanted to talk to you guys about something..." I grinned at them. "...
Something a little...Strange..."


end
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