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Kissing Booth Surprise
Copyright 2008 Kylie X. all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Web Site: http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kylie_X/www/index.htm email:
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/F, Romance, Interracial, Oral, Anal, Sperm
Synopsis: When a black college coed meets the man of her dreams, it's
bound to create quite a sensation in Kylie's conservative family to
discover that he's white. When it turns out that Kylie's seventeen
year old sister, Natalie, has a white boyfriend of her own, however...
That's when things really get crazy!

"When they kept you out it was because you were black; when they let
you in, it is because you are black. That's progress?"
-Marylyn French


For Lazeez, because I promised.

Kissing Booth Surprise
by Kylie X

Part One : Chapters 1-3



    "Hey Kylie." Madison was smiling at me as I sat on the campus lawn
between classes, eating a little yogurt and trying to study.

    "Hi." I looked up at her, shielding my eyes from the too bright
sun. "Whassup?"

    "Can I join you?" She wondered, as if I had a choice. Madison
liked to ask, but she didn't really expect a reply.

    "Yeah, course you can." I nodded.

    Madison lived in my dorm and I knew her, not real well, but
enough. She was one of those active girls, always busy and part of
something. You know the kind, president of a dozen clubs, organizing
student rallies, petitions, debates, and I don't know what all else.
One of those hyperactive people that drive us all a little crazy. I
was just at the university to get a boyfriend.

    "Hey, you know we're doing a little fundraiser for the dorm
right?" She asked and I rolled my eyes, but only cause I knew Madison
wouldn't notice.

    "Yeah, I heard that." I nodded. "You need me to bake something?"

    I was smiling because I was joking. This dorm fundraiser was just
Madison's idea to get all the girls involved in something together. We
didn't need any money for anything; I was already paying for my room.
Not a lot, but it was still money, you know? If she wanted to get us
friendly and involved and all that, Madison should have been
organizing a party. Invite some frat boys over, finagle some kegs
maybe, turn the music up and the lights down...Shoot, I needed a
boyfriend bad! I was nineteen and all kinds of innocent.

    "Baking?" She laughed, but the twenty year old freshman was just
being polite. "That's funny."

    "I heard it on Leno." I said.

    "Oh." That confused her. "Anyway, no. What I was thinking was,
see, we're going to have a kissing booth. See, we're having a bikini
car wash, you know? And so we have like thirty girls and so, some of
them, well, you know which ones, right? They're going to be doing
other stuff, selling pop and hot dogs and stuff. See, we'll have a
little barbecue going and..."

    "Bikini carwash, huh?" I smiled at Madison because I look good in
a bikini, I know that, and she knew it too. I figured I knew where
this was going.

    My body is a nice one, five foot eight, a hundred twelve pounds of
black beauty with great tits and a curvalicious ass. Not a big one,
mind you, but shaped nice and firm. Long legs and a smooth tummy. I
even had a brand new bikini, a red one and it was a thong no less. And
I was dying to show off a little, believe me. This Indian summer we
were having was almost over and something like that little number,
well, I couldn't wear it at home. My mom would kill me!

    "...What? Yeah, anyway," Madison blew my interest off completely,
"we're going to have a kissing booth too, cause a couple girls are
kinda hot for that. You know which ones, right? See, but then we
started thinking probably like some black guys might show up. I mean
there aren't a lot of them around, but you know, they could come by
and if they did, well..."

    "Hmmm..." I nodded politely and I wasn't too sure about a kissing
booth. I'd never even had a real boyfriend.

    "...Tabitha said she wouldn't ever kiss a nig...Black guy, and Loni,
she said she wasn't even going to be in the kissing booth if a black
guy was gonna be there! See? So I said 'Hey! Let's have two kissing
booths, and we can get Kylie to be in the other one!' see? Isn't that
great? That way you can kiss all the nig...Sorry, you can kiss all the
black guys and Tabitha and Loni can make out, I mean kiss, all the
white guys, and everybody's happy!"

    Madison wasn't even out of breath when she was finished and I just
sort of stared at her.

    "Well? What do you think?" She bobbled her auburn head happily and
I blinked at her.

    "Are you on drugs?" I shook my head slowly.

    "Uh, no." She shook her head too.

    "You can't segregate kissing booths." I laughed.

    "Why not?" Madison frowned.

    "Because it's against the law to segregate anything on campus
based purely on race." I rolled my eyes and this time I made sure she
saw it. "You want Louis Farrakhan kicking down the dean's door?"

    "Uh, no." Madison swallowed hard. "That's the guy with the bow
tie, right?"

    "Yeah and that's what you're going to get if you have a white's
only kissing booth next to a black's only kissing booth." I said. "You
got that Wong girl in an oriental kissing booth?"

    "What?" Madison shook her head. "No, Tab and Loni said Asian guys
were okay, just not nig...Black guys."

    "Well, I'm not going to set myself up as a poster girl for the
rebirth of racism, you know what I mean? Be like the anti-Rosa Parks
or something." I told her. "I'll do a kissing booth, that's cool for
me, but just make one big booth and let us sort it out, customer by
customer, you know?"

    "Oh, well, yeah." Madison swallowed hard. "That was my other
idea."

    "I bet." I pursed my lips doubtfully.

    "So!" She put her bestest brightest smile back on. "You're going
to do it? Right, Kylie?"

    "Sure, yeah." I agreed, but only because what could possibly be
wrong with kissing guys all day? I was bound to get some phone
numbers.

    "Great!" Madison lifted her shoulders like a marionette and I
watched her leave, thinking that girl was going to get her ass
seriously kicked one of these days.

    I would too if I wasn't careful. A kissing booth? That was a
pretty far out idea with my upbringing. I could laugh about it, you
know, collecting phone numbers or whatever, but the truth was I hadn't
kissed a whole lot of guys. I'd only had one boyfriend in high school,
a black boy of course. I wasn't allowed to date white guys, believe
me. My parents would be more than happy with a segregated kissing
booth, assuming they'd even let me near one, which they wouldn't.

    So why was I doing it? Why had I agreed so easily, despite the
awkward and insulting way I'd been asked? It's simple...I was a college
girl and my parents were a long ways away! Almost half an hour by bus.
I probably wouldn't get to kiss a lot of guys anyway, just the black
ones and there weren't that many of those around, actually. The
University of Minnesota isn't hugely diverse ethnically, let's face
it, and how many white boys would want to kiss me?

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Hi." I blinked at Tabitha and Loni who were standing in my
doorway when I answered their combined and annoying knock-knock-
knocking.

    "Hi Kylie." Loni said and they looked like twins.

    Both of them with long blonde hair, Loni's a little more gold,
Tab's a little more platinum maybe, blue eyes and pretty faces. They
were very cute, seriously cute and they knew it. They could play the
dumb blonde stereotype to the hilt too, when they felt like it, but
they were sneaky smart and out to marry the richest guys they could
find. College was just a way to meet the lonely fathers of spoiled
college brats. They were also seriously stuck up, being as
ridiculously cute as they were.

    "So, you're going to be in our kissing booth?" Tabitha sniffed.

    "Yeah." I nodded slowly. "Is that alright with you guys?"

    "Oh, of course it is." Loni smiled at me. "We just wanted to make
sure you're going to follow all the rules."

    "There's rules?" I laughed.

    "Well of course there are!" Loni giggled.

    "She means rules about who's kissing who." Tabitha said seriously.

    "Oh." I nodded.

    "Like if it's a white man, then we'll kiss him." Loni looked at
Tabitha for agreement.

    "One of us will." Tabitha looked back at Loni and they nodded in
unison.

    "What if he wants to kiss me?" I asked.

    "Why on earth would a white man want to kiss a nigger?" Tabitha
asked. "I mean a black girl, sorry."

    "She didn't mean to say nigger." Loni smiled sweetly. "It slipped
out."

    "Sorry." Tabitha giggled.

    "Now if a black boy shows up, that's when you do the kissing."
Loni said.

    "What if it's a black man?" I wondered.

    "What?" Loni blinked at me.

    "You said a black boy, what if he's a man? We're at college, not
high school." I said.

    "Well, duh!" Tabitha rolled her eyes. "Black man, black boy, it's
just a figure of speech. Either way, you kiss him."

    "I see." I nodded.

    "Now if a lesbian shows up, you kiss her too." Loni said and
Tabitha nodded vigorously.

    "Even if she's white?" I asked.

    "I don't care, they're all going to hell anyway." Loni shrugged.

    "It wouldn't be any worse than kissing a nigger." Tabitha agreed.
"Oops...I said it again, didn't I?"

    She looked at Loni who just shrugged.

    "Can I give white men blow jobs?" I asked.

    "Excuse me?" Tabitha stared at me.

    "Can I suck their dicks if they want me to?" I smiled. "Or, I
dunno, what if they want to have sex? Is it okay for me to fuck a
white guy as long as I don't actually kiss him?"

    "We better go." Loni looked at her watch.

    "You know how bad I want a white baby, right?" I sighed
theatrically. "I'm not sure I'll be able to control myself."

    "We're running a little late for our New Republicans meeting."
Tabitha smiled. "Bye Kylie!"

    "Bye Kylie!" Loni echoed and I slammed the door on them.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    We were set up in the parking lot across from the Student Union,
which was a good spot. Right in the middle of everything. The weather
was cooperating too, which was nice. Minnesota does have some nice
Indian summers, thank goodness. Autumn, when it finally arrives, is
pretty miserable.

    On this particular Saturday the sun was bright and warm, the birds
were singing, and the girls were wearing bikinis. Some of them. I was
wearing mine, which was way cool. A bright red one with small
triangular cups to hold my firm round tits, a little triangle to cover
my freshly shaved sex, and nothing but strings everywhere else. It was
almost obscene, especially if viewed from the back, but I didn't care.
I have a pretty terrific body and I liked putting it next to Tabitha
and Loni. They needed a little affirmative action in my humble
opinion.

    They were wearing bikinis too, a little less daring than mine
perhaps, but showing an awful lot of skin anyway. The blondes still
had their summer tans, of course, but standing next to me they looked
positively pale, which made them frown at first. I guess it's tough
being white, you know, and spending hours in the sun just to get
brown, trying not to burn, and all that. Then having to stand next to
a real live black girl who looked like she was sculpted from rich dark
chocolate...Ouch! I tried not to gloat, but it was hard when I spread
some cocoa butter over the tops of my tits, explaining to them that I
wasn't worried about the sun, I just liked the smell.

    "You should like, cover yourself up or something." Loni frowned at
me, or more specifically, she was scowling at my ass, since I was
putting cocoa butter there too.

    "Why?" I asked, smiling and innocent, massaging my cheeks and
making a point of showing the girl my little brown butt hole as that
thong tried in vain to cover it.

    "You look like a stripper." Tabitha answered for her friend.

    "It's a kissing booth." I said. "Guys like this kind of thing."

    "Hmph." Loni turned away because that was exactly what she didn't
like about it, or rather it was what she didn't like about me.

    She didn't have to worry though, Loni and Tabitha both looked
good. We all did, being without doubt the three hottest girls in the
dorm. The other girls, the ones who looked good in wet t-shirts and
bikini bottoms, were going to be washing cars. The rest, those who
looked good only in their daddies' eyes, would be selling snacks,
sodas, and hot dogs. I was kinda glad I wasn't doing that.

    Our kissing booth was really just a couple long tables that we'd
swiped from the commons, you know, the kind with folding legs. We put
a couple cute table clothes over them, bed sheets actually, white with
little red hearts printed all over them. I'm not sure where those came
from, but they were perfect. That's why Madison was in charge, she was
good at stuff like that. A couple hand lettered signs that said
'Kisses Three Dollars' and 'Two for Five Dollars' were propped up
nearby.

    That had been hotly debated, my own opinion being that a dollar a
kiss was reasonable and probably expected. But Madison argued
something about adjusting for inflation and then Loni had brought up
the rising cost of cherry flavored lip balm, and then Tabitha said...

    "I'm not kissing anybody for a measly dollar!"

    "What's wrong with a dollar?" I wondered. "The car wash is only
what? Three dollars?"

    "Kissing me is worth as much as washing a stupid car." Loni
decided, siding with her best friend, of course.

    "Nobody's gonna pay three dollars for a kiss." I said, meaning all
of us, but I guess she didn't take it that way.

    "We're talking about me and Tabs, not you!" Loni said.

    "Kylie would do it for food stamps, probably." Tabitha giggled.

    "What?" I stared at her.

    "It's just a joke." Tabitha rolled her big blue eyes. "God!"

    "Sensitive!" Loni agreed.

    "All right, so we'll charge three dollars then, okay?" Madison
smiled. "And, well, for the bargain hunters we can say two for five
dollars, how does that sound?"

    "Same girl, or different girls?" Tabitha wondered.

    "Does it matter?" I asked.

    "Well, you're the only black girl!" Loni said, pointing out the
obvious, but I still missed the connection.

    "So?"

    "So, duh! If it's a black guy and he pays five dollars, he's gotta
kiss the same girl!" Tabitha explained.

    "Cause were not kissing a nig...Black guy, are we?" Loni looked to
Tabitha and her friend nodded.

    "No." Tabitha said. "And we don't want sloppy seconds either."

    "What does that mean?" I frowned.

    "I'm not putting my lips where yours have been!" Tabitha shook her
head.

    "Oh gross!" Loni agreed. "Nigger lips!"

    "Oops!" Her friend giggled. "You said it this time!"

    "Sorry!" Loni shrugged at me. "I mean black lips."

    "So, the same girl then." Madison was nodding, taking notes and
oblivious to all of it.

    "Unless he's a hot white guy." Tabitha said. "Right?"

    "Oh yeah, definitely." Loni agreed. "Hot white guys can kiss both
of us for five dollars."

    "Definitely." Tabitha smiled at me. "But not Kylie."

    "Thanks." I smiled back.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Hi." A man's voice said and we'd just opened for business.

    "Hey there." Tabitha smiled, wearing her little blue bikini and
tilting her hips invitingly.

    He was a good looking young man, white as snow and smiling at all
three of us, but mostly at me, actually. I smiled back, being the sort
of girl who enjoys sharing a smile, and I'll confess that I'd never
kissed a white man in my life. I hadn't even thought about it really,
not until right then, seeing that handsome young white man standing in
front of us. That's when the possibility hit me that I just might
really have to kiss a white person.

    I was suddenly very nervous.

    "Three dollars, huh?" The guy nodded and he was tall, with broad
shoulders and short brown hair. A nice face too, clean shaven with a
strong jaw and pleasant features. He was the kind of man I'd often
noticed but quickly dismissed with a wistful sigh while in high
school, knowing they were off limits to a girl like me. My parents had
seen to that.

    "Or two for five." Loni giggled, standing close to Tabitha and
they posed together so he'd get the idea. They looked like they
belonged in a chewing gum commercial.

    "Is that a real kiss?" He lifted his eyebrows at me. "Or just a
little...Peck?"

    "It's a real one!" Loni promised, trying to draw his attention
away from me and back to where it belonged.

    "We have a little timer, see?" Tabitha grinned, holding up a
little hourglass that only lasted thirty seconds. It came out of some
game at the dorm, Pictionary, or Password, maybe.

    "Oh." The guy glanced at them and nodded. He was seriously cute.

    "Thirty seconds." Loni promised. "How real is that?"

    "So, I get a whole minute for five dollars?" He chuckled and he
was looking at me again.

    "Uh..." Tabitha frowned, looking at Loni who was deep in thought as
she tried to wrap her mind around the math.

    "Yeah." I swallowed hard, hoping my mother never found out about
this. "You get sixty seconds."

    "Okay." He nodded, reaching into his pocket. "I've always wanted
to kiss a beautiful black girl."

    "Really?" I flirted with my lips, biting the bottom one for just a
second. "I've always wanted to kiss a handsome white boy."

    "Then it's our lucky day, isn't it?" He asked, putting a five
dollar bill on the table.

    "Could be." I replied softly, taking his money slowly and putting
it in our little impromptu cigar box - cash register.

    "Hey!" Loni was blinking at us.

    "What's he doing?" Tabitha wondered.

    "Are you gonna start the timer?" The guy asked, standing as close
to me as he could, the edge of the table pressing against the top of
his strong thighs.

    "Kylie!" Tabitha whined.

    "You're just supposed to kiss the black guys!" Loni harmonized.

    "Start timing us girls." I giggled, leaning forward slightly,
keeping my big brown eyes on his, which were sort of a forest green
color and very sexy, I thought. I'd never seen eyes like that before
and I liked them a lot.

    "Do we have to do it with the table between us?" The guy
whispered.

    "I don't know." I shrugged. "You're my first customer."

"Hmmm..." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, inhaling the smell
of skin, the soap and cocoa butter I used. My shampoo and maybe just...
Me.
    "Kylie!" Loni pouted and then Tabitha joined in. "He's a white
guy!"

    "What would I have to pay to be your only customer?" The man asked
gently, reaching up to touch my face with his fingertips and I didn't
pull away from him at all.

    "You think you can afford me?" I asked playfully.

    "Not a prayer." He sighed wistfully. "Ready?"

    "Yeah." I said, tilting my head slightly to rub my cheek against
his smooth palm.

    My heart was thumping and my knees wanted to shake, but I was
controlling it, just barely. My nipples were popping though and I
couldn't help that. I didn't need to look down to know they were stiff
and all too plain through the thin red of my bikini top. The guy
wasn't looking there anyway, thank goodness; his eyes were wide open
and all over mine. A white man was touching my face and then I felt
his lips.

    "He's gonna kiss her?" Loni asked no one in particular.

    He was tender at first, so light that I barely felt him, and then
the tip of his tongue moved along the crease of my smile. He opened me
like a ripe fruit and I moaned, or I imagined I did. Some part of me I
didn't even know existed was whimpering with pleasure. The man's
tongue entered my mouth and my hands came up of their own accord. I
felt the sides of his warm body, the soft flesh and his hard ribs
beneath, muscles too and he was so firm all over, and I realized that
both of his hands now touched my face.

    "God! Look at them!" Tabitha breathed.

    The man held me gently to our kiss, that devilish tongue of his
exploring my mouth patiently, as if we had all the time in the world
and I was moving my own upon it. I felt his fingers in my hair and his
thumbs on my cheeks. Our heads turned, sealing our open lips tightly
so that nothing could escape our passionate union. My tummy trembled
and a shiver ran up my spine. I felt my virgin sex throbbing with an
empty ache, a sudden desire to be filled, and I had no experience with
such things. I was feverish and overwhelmed completely.

    "Thirty seconds." Loni said and it seemed to me that we'd only
just started.

    He was letting go of me now, but not completely. We were still
kissing and I was acutely aware of the man's hands finding my smooth
brown shoulders, caressing me for just a moment before traveling
slowly down my back. I gave a weak muffled groan of agreement, leaning
forward and standing on my tip-toes as his fingers traveled to my
waist. He held me there for a brief eternity while my own arms
encircled his neck.

    "Jesus, that is so wrong!" Tabitha said unhappily.

    Our tongues moved from my mouth to his and I thrust myself inside
him as the man's hands moved to my hips and finally my ass. I worked
my tongue across his, tasting every part of him I could reach. He was
holding me now, holding my bare ass in that thong I was wearing. His
hands squeezing my firm round flesh, his fingers working into the
buttery crevasse between my dark brown cheeks. One long finger pressed
all the way inside, to play across my barely covered anus and he
pushed inward as if to penetrate me there. I gasped into his mouth and
tightened my embrace, clenching my ass against him with unexpected
pleasure.

    "Times up!" Loni announced, somewhat happily to my ears, but not
terribly.

    "Mmmphhh..." I pulled away reluctantly, like it was the most
difficult thing I'd ever done in my life.

    The man let me go as well and I felt myself burning hotly, the
blood rushing to my face as I licked my bruised lips and panted for
air. He was smiling, nodding his head and dragging deep breaths of
cool air into his lungs. I giggled nervously and brushed my long black
hair out of my eyes, looking down and away and then back at him, drawn
helplessly to his sweet green gaze. I could barely stand and I glanced
down to see my top had fallen askew, my left nipple exposed and
pointed outward in the brilliant afternoon sun.

    "That was..." The man chuckled. "...Wow!"

    "Yeah, way...Yeah." I giggled, feeling wow all over while I fixed
my bikini. I wondered if my heart would ever slow down again.

    "Can I call you sometime?" He asked me and I nodded dumbly.

    "You can call me tonight." I said. "I'm Kylie."

    "I'm Steve." He smiled, patting his t-shirt and then his jeans.
"Do you have a pen?"

    "No." I frowned, looking around, but I hadn't even brought my
purse, just a little clutch with a hairbrush, breath mints, junk like
that in it.

    "I have one in my room." Steve said. "Um..."

    "You do?" I smiled back at him, feeling my tummy full of
butterflies.

    "Hey, check it out!" ... "Kissing booth!" ... "Get some of that, hell
yeah!"

    I heard a man's voice, several men actually, and I glanced to my
left and saw four big black guys, wearing university letter jackets
and I recognized a couple of them. They were half the starting front
line for the Gophers football team, all like six foot six and three
hundred pounds and black as coal.

    "Kylie, you got customers!" Tabitha giggled and she was happy
again.

    "You want to go to my room and help me look for it?" Steve asked
me and I was nodding slowly.

    "Yeah, I do." I swallowed hard, wondering if I was actually
falling in love with a white man.

    "Five bucks for two kisses huh? I got a twenty...How many is that?"
One of the black guys laughed with a low rumbling sound from deep in
his enormous body.

    "That's, uh, a lot." Loni said uncertainly. "Kylie...Stop foolin'
around!"

    "Shit, I'll blow twenty on these fine ass bitches." Another black
guy said.

    "I ain't never kissed a white girl before!" Another chuckled.

    "Kylie!" Tabitha whined.

    "I'm sorry, we don't kiss nig...I mean, black guys." Loni said
apologetically, looking very small just then.

    "We should go." Steve said softly and I nodded.

    "You're gonna be kissing me in a minute baby!" The fourth football
player said. "Mr. Jackson says I got eight kisses coming!"

    "Kylie! Help!" Tabitha stared at me and I shrugged.

    "Hey, baby, where you going?" One of the black guys grinned at me.
"Like to bring some of you home to meet my roots!"

    "Sorry fellas." I smiled at them. "I only kiss white guys."

    I put my arm around Steve's waist, letting my new boyfriend hold
me close, and I giggled as I felt his hand sliding down to play with
my ass while we walked away.

    "You only kiss white guys?" He asked me with a grin and I nodded.

    "From now on, yeah." I smiled up at him.

    "Cool." Steve bent his lips to mine. "I only kiss black girls from
now on."

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Ummmm...Oh God!" I moaned happily and then gasped as I felt Steve's
tongue working against my tight little asshole.

    "Mmmphhh..." He agreed and his thumbs were digging into the firm
black globes of my ass, prying my horny butt wide open for his kisses.

    Steve had me arched over two pillows, my face resting on the
mattress, my arms stretched out so I could grab fistfuls of bed sheet.
My legs were spread and my ass was more than a little inviting with
those pillows bunched up under my hips and tummy. That was just the
way my new boyfriend liked me too. He had a serious thing for my ass.

    "Yeah, eat my nigger ass, white boy!" I sighed, smiling and
rolling my eyes with pleasure while Steve's handsome face buried
itself in my hot flesh.

    "I love your ass, Kylie!" Steve pulled his mouth away just long
enough to tell me the obvious.

    "Shhh..." I laughed lightly, twisting my body so I could reach
behind me, grabbing him by the short black hair on his head and
pulling his mouth back to where it belonged.

    I'd never thought of my butt as an erogenous zone, but it was,
believe me. The way Steve worked it with his mouth, I could even cum,
I swear. We'd only been dating for a month, but it had been a good
one, full of nothing but steamy white in black sex. I'd never had a
white boyfriend before and now I wasn't ever going to want anything
else, not if they were all like Steve!

    I sighed contentedly, closing my eyes as I felt the man's tongue
going back to work. He licked me slowly at first, long sexy licks all
the way from my humid cunt, across the bit of smooth flesh just behind
my slit, and then across my asshole and up. All the way along the
crack of my ass. It was teasing and wonderful and Steve did that until
I was humping the pillows beneath me, begging him for more than just a
good licking.

    He put the tip of his tongue on my sphincter then, tickling me
with it, flicking his tongue lightly over my anus like a wet
butterfly. All the while he was holding my black nineteen year old ass
in his big strong hands, massaging my butt like there was nothing else
in the world. I loved Steve's fingers and the way they pressed deep
into my ripe young flesh. He'd push and pull my ass one way and the
other, making me giggle and groan and whisper soft words of
encouragement to get his tongue inside me.

    Steve loved my ass deeply, as he liked to say, and he loved that
silly pun. I think he wanted to get it printed on a t-shirt, but I was
a little shy around campus. We did everything else though, the things
I wouldn't have imagined just a month or two previously. Holding hands
as we walked around in public, kissing casually and even not so
casually, like making out in the library. That had been fun, although
we'd gotten caught and asked to take our affections elsewhere.
Librarians weren't known for their sense of humor.

    I'd always imagined that me being a black girl and Steve being a
white boy would cause a little more of a sensation, but nobody looked
twice at us. Or if they did, it was only because we made such a nice
couple. Me being rather attractive and Steve being a serious hunk of a
man, in my expert opinion, we were perfect for each other and a lot of
other people thought so too. It was an eye opening experience after
growing up with my parents, believe me.

    Getting my ass seriously eaten by a white boy who knew how to do
it was pretty eye opening as well! I wriggled my butt uncontrollably,
feeling my empty pussy spasm with jealous delight when Steve pushed
the tip of his tongue past my sphincter. He had a strong tongue, like
a small pink cock, and he stabbed it into my relaxed asshole
repeatedly, coaxing me to open up so he could really make me squirm.
He worked his tongue inside my ass, which seemed both incredibly nasty
and insanely erotic to me and I urged him on with my breathless voice
begging for more.

    "Fuck, Steve! Tongue fuck me...Oh please! Put it in my ass, you
bastard!" I whined, pushing my ass back to meet his mouth as best I
could.

    "Like this?" Steve breathed and he was suddenly pushing a finger
against my hole, twisting it and screwing his thick digit inside the
hot confines of my rectum.

    "Oh, yeah!" I groaned, spreading my legs a little wider, lifting
my butt and nodding.

    "Beautiful fucking ass, Kylie!" Steve kissed my left cheek and
then bit it softly. "I love fucking your nigger ass!"

    "Gooood..." I blew out a long breath. "...Uh-huh! Fuck me, Steve!
Stick your cock inside me!"

    "Not yet, slut!" He chuckled, moving his mouth to my right cheek
and biting me there as well. "Gotta get you ready first!"

    "I am ready! Ahhh!" I gasped as he pumped my tight asshole with
his finger hard, curling the tip of it like he was tickling the soft
walls of my rectum, but I wasn't laughing.

    "Almost, baby...Almost...' Steve whispered in agreement and then he
pulled his finger free, sucking it wetly and then jamming it once more
into my eager ass.

    "Oh fuck...Get the oil...Lube me up...I need it...Oh fuck!" I was panting,
rolling my hips and seriously in need of a hard white cock inside my
tight black body. I didn't care where he put it, so long as it was in
me!

    "Uh-huh...Oh, that's it, Kylie! Work that black ass around my finger...
Jesus, you're hot inside!" Steve teased me. "You want me to fuck that
ass?"

    "Uhhh yeah, fuck me...Fuck my nigger ass..." I whimpered.

    "Here we go..." Steve chuckled softly and then I felt him pouring
cocoa butter on my ass. "...Get you all buttered up for my big white
cock!"

    "Ummm...Please!" I moaned as the smell of that lotion hit my nose
and I have to admit, something about cocoa butter just drives me a
little crazy.

    It wasn't exactly the best lube in the world for anal sex, it was
maybe even a little unhealthy, I'm not sure, but we didn't use it that
often anyway, just on special occasions. The rich smell of it, the
warmth as it flowed over my ebony skin, making my ass glisten with a
ripe mahogany glow, the feeling of it all slippery wet...I loved that
stuff and Steve knew it. He was pouring it over my butt and making a
real mess on his pillows and bed, but we didn't care. We fucked at his
place and slept at mine. All of my boyfriend's linen was pretty
stained and I always giggled when I saw his bed, trying to remember
every little discoloration and when we'd made it.

    Steve worked that cocoa butter all over my ass and hips and
thighs, my back too, taking the opportunity to give me a serious
rubdown that had me melting under his strong white hands. I was so
relaxed by then, so ready for his fat cock I could barely stand it. I
was on cloud nine, having an out of body experience. My mind was
feverish and every little touch the man gave me sent off sparklers of
pleasure behind my tightly shut eyes.

    "I'm going fuck your ass good now, baby." Steve promised, moving
his body so he could kneel behind me, his cock doubtlessly well
covered with cocoa butter now.

    "God yeah!" I giggled almost sleepily, but I was wide awake, just
helpless in my ecstasy. "Put your cock in my ass...I need it so bad..."

    "Love your sweet black ass, Kylie!" Steve whispered and I could
feel the swollen head of his prick as he brought it to my asshole.

    "Put it in." I nodded slowly. "Put that white motherfucker in my
nigger ass!"

    "I love your dirty fucking mouth too!" Steve laughed lightly and
then he was pushing with a low soft grunt.

    "Ahhhh...Ohhhh...Yessss..." I breathed, feeling my little brown anus
stretching around him, the man's cock so much larger than his finger
could ever hope to be.

    "Tell me what I'm doing, slut!" Steve slapped my butt playfully
and I giggled.

    "You're...Ugh! Fucking my...Ass!" I groaned, digging my fingers into
the sheets as I felt his cock stretching my butthole with a familiar
discomfort that I loved.

    "Yeah...Fucking that tight little black ass, Kylie!" Steve agreed,
grabbing my hips and I knew the big one was coming and I sighed
happily because I knew it was going to hurt, for just a second, and
then feel nothing but good.

    "Ohhhh!" I tensed instinctively, my ass clenching as if I might
keep him out, but Steve was giving me a real push now, shoving his
cock hard into the hot depths of my ass.

    "Tight!" He grunted, pushing a good eight inches of hard white
cock into my rectum with one long thrust and then it was over. I let
out the breath I was holding, feeling that sudden wave of giddy
euphoria envelope me.

    He was balls deep in my asshole...Again. Steve was buried in my
rectum with his big dick stretching me in every possible direction.
Jesus! I loved that feeling and when he started to move, pulling back
and pushing back in. I was in total ass slut heaven! That's what I was
too, no doubt about it. I was Steve's little black ass slut and he
knew it. It had taken a month, but now I wanted him to fuck my butt
even more than I wanted him inside my pussy. I got off on it totally
and I was working my ass around him, wanting to make it as good as I
could for my boyfriend.

    "I love your cock in my ass!" I whispered breathlessly, squeezing
my asshole around him, milking his dick with my rectum for his cum.

    "Your ass loves my cock, baby." Steve agreed, drawing a deep
breath as he pulled back, letting his cockhead pause just inside the
tight ring of my sphincter.

    "Ahhh...Harder! Fucker!" I gasped as he let that breath go, driving
his cock suddenly inside me once again, lunging into me until I jerked
with the pleasant sensation of his dick touching bottom.

    He fucked me hard and fast after that, getting above me as I lay
hunched over the soggy pillows on his bed. He was driving his cock
almost straight down, tearing into my well-stretched asshole like it
was a cunt now. It was a little uncomfortable, but not much. Mostly it
just felt wickedly wonderful. I was being seriously reamed by that big
white dick, fucked in the nastiest way possible, and that was a huge
turn on for me. My nipples burned as my tits were flattened against
the mattress. My clitoris was stiff and aching, buzzing with the
pleasant sensation of being rubbed raw against the pillow beneath me.

    I was gonna cum hard and I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted
to. Steve had his hands on my shoulders now, pushing me down hard. I
was into that too, being helpless and vulnerable. I was impaled on his
thick white cock and yielding the way a woman should be with the man
she loves. I wanted him to take me and I adored him for it when he
did. I didn't want to be on top, no way. I was Steve's black bottom
bitch and that was the t-shirt I wanted.

    "Fuck you, Kylie! God I'm cumming!" Steve groaned and he was
unhappy, like he usually was when he fucked my ass like that.

    "Uhhhh Me...Too!" I sobbed and I'd been cumming, actually.

    My boyfriend was unhappy because he always came too fast, like
five minutes after he started, and that was plenty for me. Steve gave
me so much good foreplay that all I needed was five minutes of fucking
to be well and truly satisfied. But poor Steve, he just wanted to live
in my ass, fucking me for hours I think, and it would have made me
giggle if I wasn't so busy cumming all over his pillows. My cunt was
on fire, clasping around the emptiness inside and spurting my girl goo
like I was a little boy or something. I swear, I was ejaculating right
then, spraying my pleasure while my ass contracted around Steve's cock
like a vise, a hot slippery vise all covered with cocoa butter.

    He didn't stand a chance. Poor Steve. I smiled happily, feeling
the rush of good hormones, all that adrenalin and endorphins and God
only knows what else. The best high in the world as my orgasm swept
through me and then Steve was there too, jamming his aching prick as
far inside my asshole as he could get and suddenly flooding my bowels
with his creamy load. He came a lot, like always and it was a warm
greasy sensation, not really specific, but it was there. I could feel
it and I loved it.

    "Oh God...Fuck..." He was panting above me, his cock jerking with
every rapid beat of his heart.

    Steve's balls tightened and released over and over as his semen
poured out in heavy jets to fill my rectum to overflowing. It was good
for us, for both of us, and I wished he could stay in my ass like that
forever, just pumping his cum into my body while I floated away on the
pleasure of it.

    "I made you cum." I turned my head and giggled at him, seeing my
boyfriend's face all pink and damp with sweat.

    "Oh yeah." He chuckled, moving his hips just slightly, working his
cock back in forth in the hot gooey mess he'd made inside me.

    "I love you." I whispered and Steve lowered himself to me, giving
me all of his weight so he could kiss me and I didn't mind.

    "I love you too, Kylie." He said and then his tongue filled my
mouth and that kiss after was the very best part of it for me.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "I can't believe I fell in love with the first white boy I ever
kissed." I laughed lightly.

    "It was fate." Steve grinned at me and Natalie sighed, leaning on
her elbow, smiling at us.

    "It's kind of romantic." The girl decided.

    "Yeah it is." I smiled back at my seventeen year old sister. "You
have a boyfriend yet?"

    "Me?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "Figure the odds. There's three
black boys in my school and they're all total geeks."

    "Heh." I laughed at that. "I had the same problem."

    "Hey did you see my new web page?" Natalie asked. "Nothing on it
yet though."

    "Where is it?" I rolled my eyes because my sister had a new on
every other week.

    "Friendster. Just look for madly.natalie@gmail.com." She said and
smiled at Steve. "You can check it out too, if you want. Hook me up
with some college guys."

    Steve grinned at her and I shook my head.

    "Nobody's gonna be hooking you up with any college guys, Nat." I
said and nodded at Steve. "Right?"

    "Uh, right." He shrugged and rolled his eyes at Natalie.

    "Yeah, unless they're black?" Natalie gave me a look.

    "You should just find a boy you like." Steve suggested. "Who cares
what color he is?"

    "You don't know our parents." Natalie laughed at him. "They're
gonna freak out when they see you."

    "Oh yeah?" Steve made a little face and looked at me.

    "They're kinda..." I shrugged. "...Prejudiced."

    "More than kinda." Natalie sighed. "This guy at school, Jared?
He's totally cool and he's always like asking me out, but if my
parents even saw me talking to him they'd like ground me for a month."

    "That sucks." Steve decided and he had no idea how bad.

    "No kidding." Natalie nodded. "Kylie knows. She was the hottest
girl in school and she couldn't even get a date to the prom."

    "Nat!" I frowned because that was a little embarrassing.

    "What?" My sister played with the short Afro she sported above her
pretty heart shaped face. "It's true anyway."

    "Really?" Steve was looking at me again.

    "The guys who asked me were white." I sighed. "I asked my mom and
dad, but...You know."

    "They wouldn't let you go to the prom," Steve almost smiled,
"because your date was a white guy?"

    "Yeah." I nodded. "Pretty bad, huh?"

    "I'm gonna die if that happens to me." Natalie said. "I'll run
away, I swear. It's not like I wanna marry a white guy, I just want to
be normal!"

    "I wanna marry a white guy." I giggled.

    "Oh yeah?" Steve grinned at me.

    "Someday." I teased him. "If I ever meet the right one."

    "You two are getting married?" Natalie's big brown eyes got even
bigger and I laughed.

    "No, come on." I said. "We've only been dating a couple months."

    "Nothing like a little pressure." Steve rolled his green eyes.

    "Heh." Natalie smiled at him and she was so cute sitting there. My
sister really needed a boyfriend and I bet she was breaking some
hearts at school.

    She looks a lot like me, but she was still growing too, or so she
hoped. Natalie was a couple inches shorter maybe, and a bit thinner
with smallish breasts and a tight little butt. Nice legs though, like
mine, and Nat liked to show them off. She was wearing a short skirt
that day at the mall, too short probably, and I wondered how she'd
gotten out of the house wearing it. Our mom was pretty notorious for
making us change our clothes three or four times before leaving the
house and I wish I was kidding about that, believe me.

    "You guys are doing it too, huh?" Natalie grinned at me the way
she does, showing us the tip of her little pink tongue.

    "Huh?" I blinked at her.

    "You and Steve." My sister looked at my boyfriend, like really
gave him a look. "You guys do it all the time, I bet."

    "Uh, well." Steve turned just a little red. "Every chance we get."

    "Steve!" I gasped and I was still trying to figure out how to
answer my sister. We'd never had enough serious boyfriends to talk
about them like other sisters probably do.

    "God, I just wanna have sex." Natalie sighed.

    "Natalie!" I stared at her, a little shocked actually.

    "What?" She shrugged. "Come on...I'm seventeen already and I've
hardly even been kissed!"

    "I thought you just wanted a boyfriend." I smiled despite myself.

    "Well, yeah." Natalie giggled. "That's sorta the point, right? So
you can have sex?"

    "No!" I said, the same time Steve said, "Yeah."

    "Steve! You're not helping." I frowned at him and I don't know why
this was freaking me out, but it did. I guess I just felt protective,
you know. I'd never imagined my little sister having sex, but now...She
was sitting right there in the Mall of America telling me about how
she wanted it.

    "See?" Natalie wiggled her eyebrows at Steve. "He's not afraid to
admit it."

    "He's a boy." I sniffed. "His opinion doesn't count."

    "What?" Steve laughed. "Thanks a lot."

    "Well, it's easy for you to say anyway, Kylie." Natalie told me
seriously. "You got a boyfriend, I don't."

    "You can't just sneak out or something?" Steve wondered. "You
know, meet your boyfriend around the corner, go someplace and hang
out?"

    "Sneak out?" Natalie rolled her eyes. "I tried that twice already,
both times I came back home and got grounded for a week."

    "Ouch." Steve nodded sympathetically.

    "I wasn't even doing anything either." Natalie sighed. "I was just
going with some girlfriends from school."

    "I snuck out once." I said. "My mom drove me back and forth to
school for two weeks."

    "What?" Steve laughed. "God, you make it sound like you grew up in
a prison."

    "Heh." Natalie grinned. "No doubt. They're gonna ground Kylie when
they meet you."

    "Yeah right." I waved her away.

    "What? You think dad's gonna keep paying for college so you can
have a white boyfriend?" Natalie asked me and she had a point.

    "Ummm...Hmmm..." I frowned.

    "He's got some guy he wants you to meet, by the way." Natalie
cleared her throat, glancing at Steve. "A black guy."

    "Oh, he's not setting me up again, is he?" I asked and this had
been a new thing since I'd started college, my mom and dad playing
matchmaker for me.

    "I'm not supposed to tell you, but next weekend, when you come
home for their anniversary..."

    "Oh God." I frowned.

    "What?" Steve wondered. "You're supposed to meet someone?"

    "They're always trying to hook me up with a nice young black man."
I said with a shrug. "This is like the fourth time. It never works."

    "His name is Rodney." Natalie said. "Dad likes him a lot."

    "Great." I sighed. "You met him?"

    "Rodney?" Steve was a little unhappy maybe and I knew better than
to talk about other boys in front of a boyfriend, even if the other
boy was totally meaningless.

    "Yeah." Natalie nodded at my question. "Dad gave him a job."

    "He did?" I blinked at that.

    "Yep." Natalie popped her P with a nod of her head.

    "What's that mean?" Steve wondered.

    "It means daddy likes him a lot." I laughed. "I don't care. I
don't date black boys anymore."

    "Yeah right." Natalie giggled. "You don't like black guys at all?"

    "Not anymore." I stuck my tongue out at Steve. "White boys only!"

    "I'm going to get it on a t-shirt for her." Steve grinned at
Natalie.

    "God!" Natalie gasped happily. "That would put mom in the
hospital!"

    "I'll get you one too." Steve told my sister.

    "Oh yeah?" Natalie giggled at him. "Promises promises."

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "You sure you don't want me to come along?" Steve asked and it was
Friday afternoon, the day before my parents' twentieth wedding
anniversary, a big one.

    "No." I wrinkled my nose at him as I threw some clothes in my
duffle bag. "I'm just gonna go tonight, help cook and get stuff set
up, you know."

    "I can cook." Steve grinned at me, sitting on my bed and I knew he
really wanted to have sex, but I was running late.

    "I know you can, baby." I stuck my tongue out at him. "If we're
not careful you'll be cooking a bun in my oven too."

    "You should get on the pill." Steve said.

    "And you should remember to buy condoms." I giggled, but he had a
point maybe. He wasn't a boy scout or anything.

    "Of course, maybe putting a bun in your oven isn't a bad thing!"
He laughed, grabbing me as I passed by and pulling me to the bed,
wrapping me up nicely with his strong arms and kissing me like he
meant it.

    "You'd have to marry me then." I giggled a little breathlessly,
sliding my nose along his.

    "Ohhh..." Steve teased me. "Introduce me to mom and dad and I'll
start browsing jewelry stores."

    "God." I sighed. "I will, I promise."

    "But not this weekend, huh?" He gave me a petulant look.

    "It's their anniversary." I said, like that explained everything.

    "And you don't want to spoil it by bringing a white boy home,
sure." He shrugged and let me go slowly.

    "I love you." I told him, not moving, but free now. "You know
that, right?"

    "I know." He cleared his throat. "I just..."

    "Yeah." I nodded and then I got up. "When am I gonna meet yours?"

    "Thanksgiving, remember?" Steve smiled and that was just about a
month or so away, and I did remember. I just wanted to hear it again.
"I already told them you were coming."

    "It's gonna be cold." I smiled, going back to my packing, such as
it was. I was just going thirty miles away for a weekend.

    "Duluth always is." Steve agreed. "But don't worry, I'll keep you
warm."

    "Heh!" I grinned at him. "What's your parents gonna think of
that?"

    "They know." He nodded. "I told them."

    "What?" I stared at him. "You told your parents we sleep
together?"

    "Well..." He shrugged. "...I think they already figured that out when
I told them I was in love."

    "You told them you're in love?" I rolled my eyes.

    "Yeah, I dunno." He grinned at me. "It slipped out."

    "Ohhh..." I shook my head feeling vaguely embarrassed, knowing his
parents knew I had sex with their son. "It must be nice."

    "What's that, Kylie?"

    "Being able to tell your parents you love a girl, a black girl." I
said. "They didn't say anything?"

    "Oh, well...I didn't tell them about that." Steve grinned.

    "What?" I gasped and he laughed.

    "I'm kidding, yeah of course I told them and no, they didn't say
anything." Steve said. "They just said I'd better be a gentleman."

    "A gentleman, huh?" I smiled at that. "I'm gonna tell them about
how you're being mean to me."

    "Heh!" Steve chuckled. "Uh-huh, thanks. I haven't been spanked in
ten years, I'm due."

    "Yeah you are." I agreed, zipping up my bag. "Bad boy. Go buy some
condoms. I need to beat the traffic."

    "Yeah, okay." Steve sighed and I crawled on top of him for one
more kiss and a good hard squeeze of my ass. "Call me, okay?"

    "Yeah, right." I laughed, wriggling my butt beneath his hands. "I
know you'll be partying with your buddies."

    "What? No..."

    "Just don't let me find out about it." I kissed him lightly. "I'll
be seriously jealous!"

    "I love you." He kissed me again.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Hey hey!" I smiled, walking into the kitchen and the gang was all
there.

    "Hi Kylie." My mom gave me a kiss and then I had to get kissed by
her two sisters and my cousin Flora, and then my dad's sister and his
niece Fauna and my grandma, of course, and her sister...

    You get the idea. It was wall to wall women, all related one way
or another, and so they were all full of gossip...Mostly about me and my
love life, as if I wasn't even there. They weren't exactly shy. The
only one missing was Natalie and I looked around for her.

    "Where's Nat?" I asked mom and she shrugged.

    "Your sister wanted to stay out of the way." Mom said, making a
little face. "She's spending the night with that Simmons girl."

    "Simmons?" I narrowed my eyes because I didn't know anyone by that
name.

    "A black girl, don't worry." Mom said and that was her in a
nutshell, thinking I'd even care what color Natalie's friends were.

    "Oh." I said, for lack of anything better.

    "They just moved into the neighborhood last summer." Mom
explained. "Nice girl too and they have a son in the Marines, hmmm...A
little older than you, but..."

    "Don't start mom." I laughed.

    "Do you have a boyfriend yet, Kylie?" One of my aunts asked and I
shook my head.

    "You find a nice young man." Grandma decided.

    "A boy in medical school." One of my other aunts agreed.

    "That reminds me..." My mom said with a smile and I knew what was
coming. "...Have you met Rodney yet?"

    "Uh, no. I don't think so." I said, going to work on a pie crust
and knowing perfectly well that my mom knew I hadn't.

    "Well, he's a very nice young man!" My mom told me, giving me a
little lifting of her eyebrows, which was a close to saying the man
was sexy as she could get.

    "Uh-huh." I agreed.

    "Is that the accountant?" Flora asked and she was just a couple
years older than me and looking for a husband of her own, since the
husband she had was married to someone else.

    Flora was the black sheep of the family.

    "Yes." My mom said, giving the girl a frown to let Flora know she
wasn't allowed near the man.

    "Ohhh...He's a hottie!" Flora giggled, missing my mom's signals
intentionally. "I hope he's coming over."

    "Flora!" Her mom, my Aunt Daisy, gave the girl a look.

    "Flora, come over here and help me with this." My Aunt Violet said
and she was Flora's aunt too. My mom's name is Rose and yeah, all
three sisters were named after flowers by my grandma, whose name is
Lily, actually. Grandma loves her garden, but I was glad I wasn't
named after a plant. Flora got named after all of them, being the
oldest granddaughter like she was. I thought it explained a lot.

    "Anyway," my mom said, getting back to the subject at hand,
"Rodney will be here and he's so looking forward to meeting you."

    "I bet." I nodded and mom gave me a look. "I mean, sure, yeah."

    "We've told him all about you." Mom said, stating the obvious.
"He's very nice."

    "Well, I'll have to say hello then." I agreed, because there was
no other choice, but I knew he didn't know all about me. Nobody did,
not in that house!

    I tried calling Steve later, but of course he wasn't answering his
phone. He would be out with his friends and they were a nice enough
bunch of guys. A bunch of wanna-be lawyers, so they all argued all the
time, but not with me. I got along with them okay. Hopefully he'd stay
out of trouble, well, of course he would. Steve loved me, right? He
would just hit a party, drink some beer, have a good time and go back
to his room and jerk off. I hoped. He better anyway, I thought to
myself, but that was the problem with having a seriously good looking
boyfriend...I was a little insecure, even though I knew I shouldn't be.
It was just my lack of experience showing. That and the fact we'd only
been together about six weeks, that wasn't very long, not really.

    I tried calling again an hour later. No answer and I frowned, but
what could I do?

    The next day was the big day! My parents' anniversary and so that
was a lot of fun. A lot of people were coming, friends and relatives,
and I needed to get ready of course, but only after I called Steve.

    "Morning sleepyhead!" I giggled when I heard his mumbled hello.
"What are you doing?"

    "Kylie?" He asked like I might be someone else. "Oh, Um...Sleeping.
What are, uh, what's going on?"

    "What's going on?" My little radar was twitching and I frowned.
"I'm calling you. Are you alone?"

    "What?" He asked, waking up now. "Well, yeah, of course. Why
wouldn't I be?"

    "Oh...I dunno." I sighed and I was listening close, wondering if I'd
hear a girl asking who was on the phone or something.

    "What's wrong, baby?" He almost laughed.

    "Nothing." I shook my head and chided myself for being so foolish.
"I just miss you."

    "I miss you too." Steve said softly.

    "What did you do last night?" I wondered.

    "Oh, you know..." He sighed expansively. "Went out with the guys,
watched the game on TV and drank too much beer."

    "No wild parties?" I asked with a soft giggle.

    "No, I was in bed by ten o'clock." Steve promised me and then I
thought I heard a giggle.

    "What was that?" I demanded.

    "What was...What?" Steve asked slowly.

    "I thought I heard someone." I said feeling suspicious again.

    "Uh, no." He told me. "Nobody here but me. I'd know if there was."

    "Hmmm...But would you tell me?" I asked and Steve laughed.

    "Probably not." He said.

    "That doesn't make me feel better." I said softly.

    "Kylie...Don't be jealous, you got no reason to be." Steve told me
gently.

    "I know, but..."

    "I only kiss black girls, remember?" Steve was smiling, I could
hear it.

    "Hmph." I drew a deep breath, not sure if that made me feel better
or not. There weren't a lot of black girls on campus, but there were
some and...

    "Are you gonna invite me over?" Steve asked. "You could look into
my eyes."

    "No!" I laughed and again, I felt bad about my thoughts.

    "Oh." He sounded disappointed.

    "I'll mention you..." I said, but that sounded kinda bad. "...I mean,
I'll tell my mom that I sorta..."

    "Sorta what?" My boyfriend prompted me and then all that suspicion
I'd felt turned into guilt and I frowned at myself.

    "I'll tell them, okay?" I promised. "I will...Somehow."

    "Hmmm, Kylie." Steve sighed and I knew he loved me.

    "I know." I swallowed hard. "I'm kind of a coward."

    "No, you do what you think is..." Steve was saying, but I cut him
off.

    "I gotta go, Janisha! See ya later! Bye!" I hung up the phone
quickly as my daddy stood next to me, his brow furrowed and the
corners of his mouth turned down, and I blinked at him. I knew that
look.

    "Talking to Janisha, huh?" Daddy asked and I nodded slowly.

    "Yeah, she uh...She's coming over and..."

    "I just saw her in the kitchen." Daddy busted me hard. "Who was
that on the phone?"

    "Uh..." I smiled weakly. "...A friend of mine."

    "I see." Dad nodded. "A boy...Friend?"

    "He'ssssss...Yeah." I licked my lips. "He's a boy."

    "You didn't invite him over?" Daddy asked. "Maybe I'd like to meet
this boyfriend of yours."

    "He's not really my boyfriend, daddy." I lied. "He's just...A friend
who happens to be a boy."

    "One that you have to call at nine o'clock on a Saturday morning?"
Daddy shook his head. "What am I paying for, Kylie? You go to college
just so you can meet boys?"

    "Daddy!" I felt a little warm and I didn't want to argue with him,
not anytime, but especially not on his anniversary.

    "I'm just wondering." He said. "This boy got a name?"

    "Uh, Steve." I nodded. "And if he ever does get to be my
boyfriend, I'll bring him over, okay? I promise."

    "Hmph." Daddy didn't believe me.

    "I love you!" I kissed his cheek. "I gotta go downstairs."

    That had been a close call and if there was anything good about
it, well, at least I'd told my dad that I knew a boy named Steve.
Feeling happy about lying to him though, that was a stretch even for
me and mostly I worried it over in my head while I helped get
everything ready for the party.

    "Where have you been?" I asked Natalie as she sipped into the
house and it was after eleven already, less than hour before the party
was supposed to start.

    "Huh?" She blinked at me and I swear the girl was practically
glowing, she looked so happy, but then she looked a little nervous.
"At my friend's house, why?"

    "Cause we need help." I told her. "You shoulda been here a couple
hours ago."

    "Oh, right, yeah." She giggled, looking all happy again and I
wondered if she was high. "I guess I overslept."

    "What's got into you?" I wondered.

    "Into me?" She grinned and shrugged. "Wouldn't you like to know!"

    "What?" I stared at her, but she was already skipping away, like
bouncing off her toes towards the stairs and her bedroom upstairs.

    For a fleeting second I thought maybe she'd had sex. It was a
ridiculous thought, but the way she looked so...Radiant! God! I'd seen
girls who looked like that before, including myself in the mirror, and
it was always the next morning, after a really good long night of hot
sweaty nasty...Oh God! I felt my stomach tighten and I wondered if
Natalie had been with a boy, with that guy from school she liked.
Jared? Was that his name? I tried to remember.

    She must have been, or so it seemed to me. What else would explain
her smile? Those shining eyes and that bounce to her step, like she
was walking on clouds. She'd lost her virginity! To a white boy? She
must have. That kid Jared, he was white, and I knew she didn't like
any of the black boys at school. God! I hoped she was careful. I'd had
sex a couple nights before, Thursday night with Steve, and we hadn't
used any protection at all. I knew I wasn't ovulating, but it was
still kind of scary to think about it afterwards. I hoped Natalie had
been careful. Sometimes that first time, well, you know what I mean.
Anytime. It's easy to forget a little thing like birth control when
it's feeling really good.

    I followed my sister upstairs a minute or two later. It was time
for me to get dressed anyway, I just hoped the skirt and blouse I'd
packed hadn't gotten too wrinkled.

    "Hey, it's me." I knocked on Natalie's door cause she'd locked it
and then I found out why.

    "Hi." She let me in and she was pretty naked, but that wasn't any
big deal.

    "I'm gonna change in here." I said. "Flora and Fauna are in my
room."

    "Cool." Natalie shrugged. "You think I need to wear a dress?"

    "Yeah." I giggled, watching as she stepped into a little pair of
blue panties. "It's their anniversary."

    She really was growing up, all seventeen now and Nat looked good
naked, even with her small tits and tomboy hips. She was a nice shade
of brown too, a little darker than me, like my dad was, and she had a
thin little bush between her legs. I was all shaved down there, mostly
because of my bikini, but Steve liked it so I just kept it that way
now. He liked that little girl look, he said.

    "Yeah, I guess so." Natalie shrugged, looking through her closet
and wiggling her small black ass like she was listening to music only
she could hear.

    "So...Tell me about it." I said with a grin, just so she'd know I
wasn't mad or anything.

    "Tell you about what?" She looked over her shoulder, blinking at
me.

    "Last night." I giggled. "You weren't at that friend's house, were
you?"

    "Ummm..." She swallowed hard.

    "Who was he?" I asked, lowering my voice. "That Jared guy?"

    "Uh, yeah." She cleared her throat. "Him, yeah."

    "Did you guys use protection?" I asked, cause that was the first
concern I had, really.

    Natalie was old enough to fuck if she wanted to, but I suppose if
she'd been my daughter instead of my sister my opinion would have been
a lot different. Our mom would freak for sure if she found out Natalie
was having sex. She'd probably freak if she knew I wasn't a virgin
anymore. That our boyfriends were white guys...Watch out!

    "How did you know?" Natalie asked me and she gave up on a dress
and just sat down on the bed next to me.

    "Cause you look like it!" I laughed. "God, I thought you were
stoned at first."

    "Oh." Natalie giggled. "Yeah, I dunno. It was just...Wow!"

    "Wow?" I laughed. "You sound like Steve."

    "I do?" She licked her lips and I nodded. "Uh, anyway, yeah. Um,
we used condoms."

    "Condoms?" I narrowed my eyes. "Like, more than one?"

    "Well, they're not reusable, are they?" Natalie grinned at me.

    "I don't think so." I laughed. "I guess in an emergency...How many
times did you do it?"

    "Three." Natalie bobbled her head happily. "It was way, way fun
too!"

    "Three times?" I nodded. "I guess so. Did it hurt?"

    "A little at first, I dunno." My sister shrugged. "It wasn't bad
like I thought it would be, you know? It just...Pinched a little and at
first I was just getting used to it."

    "Uh-huh." I nodded.

    "He was huge too." Natalie leaned into me, grabbing my arm. "God
like, I don't know. Huge!"

    "Yeah?" I laughed. "Like this?"

    I held my hands about eight inches apart maybe, which is how big
Steve is, I think, and Natalie was nodding.

    "Yeah like that and I couldn't even get my hand all the way around
it." She said. "It was like I was stuffed, you know? And he was
touching something in my tummy, I don't know what, and I just saw
stars and tweety birds and..."

    "Tweety birds?" I stuck my tongue out. "Did you cum?"

    "God yeah! All night long." She sighed happily. "He was so good
too, he was like kissing me everywhere. I didn't have to do anything."

    "Yeah, that's nice, isn't it?" I smiled, feeling my body getting
warm as I listened to her talk. Nat's dark puffy nipples were hard
too, I noticed, like mine were getting.

    "I mean everywhere, Kylie." Natalie leaned close and we were
already whispering, but now she put her lips to my ear. "He even
licked my butt, like for an hour!"

    "What?" I gasped and giggled.

    "Yeah, is that weird or what?" She rolled her eyes. "But the
weirdest part was how good it feels. Like I didn't want him to stop,
you know?"

    "Yeah, I do know." I nodded. "Steve does that too. That's like his
thing, licking my ass."

    "It sounds dirty." Natalie laughed. "But..."

    "It's hot." I agreed. "Must be a white boy thing."

    "Yeah, or something." Natalie nodded slowly. "I think he wanted to
put his dick...You know, in my butt..."

    "Did you try it?" I asked my little sister and this was so
strange, talking to her about anal sex.

    "No way!" Nat shook her head. "I got like the smallest butt in the
world!"

    "Not that small." I teased her. "You got a nice ass."

    "That's what he said." Natalie sucked her lips and nodded. "He
said I got a perfect little black ass for fucking."

    "Oh!" I laughed and she made a face and I think that was the first
time I ever heard her use the 'F' word out loud.

    "Well, that's what he said." She cleared her throat.

    "I like it." I agreed. "I mean having sex...Back there."

    "Yeah." Natalie nodded, like that news didn't surprise her at all
and I rolled my eyes. "I mean, well...Never mind."

    "You're so weird sometimes, Nat." I laughed at her and she was
looking a little embarrassed.

    "I did suck it though." She admitted softly. "I mean, he wanted me
to try and..."

    "You like it?" I asked, genuinely curious.

    "It tastes a little...Funny." My sister shrugged. "I mean the cum
part."

    "He came in your mouth?" I stared at her and I hadn't let Steve do
that with me yet.

    "Well, yeah." She grinned at me. "Why wouldn't I?"

    "I don't know." I shrugged. "I just..."

    "You never did it, huh?" Natalie smiled at me.

    "Not like, all the way." I admitted.

    "I did." She stuck her tongue out at me. "He told me when he was
going to cum, in case I didn't, but I wanted to try it."

    "It was good though?" I asked, biting my bottom lip.

    "Yeah, it was like salty, kinda. Like...I don't know, sorta gooey
too." She laughed. "It tasted good, it just felt weird."

    "Huh." I nodded, thinking maybe I'd do it, just once to see what
it was like. If Natalie liked it then maybe it couldn't be that bad.

    "He showed me how to sixty-nine." Natalie told me. "That's why I
did it mostly, cause he was sucking my pussy good!"

    "God!" I looked at my little sister and she was just seventeen,
but she sounded a lot older suddenly.

    "Yeah, we did everything." She smiled. "He was really good at
having sex."

    "I guess so." I shook my head. "He's just in high school huh?"

    "No...What?" Natalie blinked at me. "Oh, Jared, yeah. He is."

    "That's who you were doing it with, right?" I asked cause it
almost sounded like it wasn't for a second there.

    "Yeah, oh yeah." My sister nodded quickly and looked away and I
knew she was lying. She wasn't my little sister just once in awhile,
I'd grown up with her and I could tell.

    "Okay, cool." I said, letting it go. It was her business anyway, I
just hoped she was being careful with the guy. Anybody that knew that
much about sex probably wasn't in the eleventh grade!

    "Uh, we better get ready." Natalie said and she was nervous now,
probably knowing I was suspicious because she knew me too.

    "You just be careful okay." I told her sincerely. "Just respect
yourself first, right?"

    "Yeah. I am, Kylie." She nodded and let me give her hug and a kiss
on her cheek.

    "Okay." I nodded, but I was dying to know who was fucking my
little sister. I wondered if he was really white or if he was black,
cause now it could be anyone almost.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Still coming up to Duluth with me next week, right?" Steve asked
me and I nodded.

    "Yeah, I told my parents I was spending it with a friend." I
agreed.

    "But not a boyfriend, huh?" Steve sighed.

    "Uhhh...Not a boyfriend, no." I admitted slowly and I was undressing
while my boyfriend relaxed on his bed. It was only two in the
afternoon and I was sorta skipping a class.

    "Hmmm..." He sighed, smiling at me and rubbing the bulge in his
pants.

    "I missed you last night." I smiled at him, pulling my sweater
over my head, drawing my breasts taut so they almost fell out of my
bra.

    "Me too, baby." Steve grinned. "I gotta do those field trips
though, you know."

    "Yeah, but two, three nights a week?" I pouted. "I'm gonna start
thinking you have another girl."

    "I can barely handle you." Steve chuckled.

    He had been spending a lot of time at night court, of all things,
since he was a law student. He needed to observe cases being tried and
do reports or some such for his classes. I didn't know anything about
that stuff; only that it kept him away from me far too often.

    "Oh yeah?" I stuck out my tongue. "You think you can handle me?"

    "Heh." Steve watched as I reached behind me to unclasp my bra and
he eyed my swollen breasts happily, my long black nipples already hard
for the man.

    "No?" I shook my head, dropping my bra and unzipping my skirt
slowly, letting it fall around my feet so he could see the tiny pink
thong I was wearing, brand new and just for him.

    "Get your black ass on the bed, Kylie." He sighed. "I'll handle
you."

    "Ohhh..." I licked my lips, climbing onto the bed with a giggle. "I
like the sound of that."

    "Take my cock out for me, slut." He told me and this was a game I
liked a lot, being Steve's little black whore.

    "Are you gonna make me suck it again?" I asked, reaching for his
pants.

    "You like it now, huh?" He grinned at me. "You got a taste for
ball juice now."

    "I love your ball juice." I giggled and that was my newest fetish,
eating Steve's hot salty sperm. It was just weird thinking that my
little sister had turned me onto the idea.

    "Yeah, I know you do, Kylie." Steve nodded, lifting his hips as I
pulled his pants down his long muscular legs. "All you black sluts
love eating cum."

    "Oh yeah?" I tossed his pants aside and reached for his boxers.
"You know a lot of black sluts?"

    "I know you." He reached for me, stroking my face and I turned my
head so I could kiss his palm.

    "Hmmmm...There it is..." I sighed happily as Steve's big cock sprang
free, slapping his belly like a jack-in-the-box as his underwear came
down.

    "Yeah, get your mouth on it, bitch." My boyfriend whispered. "Get
a good taste of my white cock."

    "I love your cock." I murmured, moving my mouth close and taking a
lick across the swollen head. "Every inch of it."

    "Turn around, baby...Let me play with your ass..." Steve whispered and
I ended up on my left side facing him with my legs spread, giving the
man complete access to my shaved black cunt and tight little asshole.

    Steve pulled my thong aside and I moaned around his cock as I had
three fat inches stuffed into my mouth. I was tickling it with my
tongue, bobbing my head slowly up and down and wishing I knew the
secret to taking all of it. I wanted to deep throat that monster. He
was just too fat though, my fingers barely going around the shaft, and
I jerked him off while I sucked the head mostly.

    My boyfriend didn't mind, he enjoyed it, and Steve was preoccupied
with my pussy and ass anyway. He was fingering both of my holes
gently, licking his fingers every now and again, rubbing my clit with
his thumb until she was buzzing with excitement. I wriggled my hips
and ass when I felt his fingers pushing inside me, one in my pussy,
splitting the growing wetness there, and his long middle finger
forcing it's way past the ring of my anus, into my hot rectum. It was
good like that and I sucked my boyfriend even harder.

    "I want to fuck you, Kylie." Steve breathed and I pulled my mouth
off his dick reluctantly, but I wanted him in my pussy too.

    I let him move me so that I was on my hands and knees and I
shivered with pleasure when his cock rubbed across my hungry sex. My
labia were plump and dark, the interior of my cunt glistening all pink
and juicy. I spread my smooth brown thighs, thrusting back with my
pelvis so that my pussy was wide open and ready for him. I'd missed
this the previous evening and I wondered at how spoiled I'd become
when I could barely go a day without my lover's thick white cock
inside me.

    "Do you have a rubber?" I asked him.

    "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, not in your pussy." He laughed.
"Relax."

    "Ummmm..." I sighed, biting my lip uncertainly. "...Just be careful."

    "Shhhh..." Steve whispered, pushing forward slowly and splitting my
black cunt wide around his prick with one long push.

    "Oh Steve!" I winced slightly as he touched the deepest parts of
my sex, the head of his cock finding the entrance to my womb and it
always sent a little jolt of pleasurable pain through me.

    "Like that, bitch?" Steve asked, bending his body over mine and
reaching for my heavy tits as they fell low from my body.

    "God yeah!" I breathed, feeling his hands gripping my tits and
squeezing me hard, the way I liked it.

    He was pumping me slowly, working his cock in and out of me while
he pinched and pulled at my nipples, tugging them down like he was
milking a little black cow. My pussy was clamped tightly around his
prick and it wasn't going to be long before he made me cum like that.
Steve always knew how to fuck me right and I turned my head, wanting
his kiss and he gave it to me. I sucked his tongue into my mouth,
moaning as my boyfriend worked his pelvis in a circle, not moving in
and out so much just then, but more like he was stirring all those
fuck juices up inside me. Natalie thought her boyfriend was a good
fuck, but she had no idea. Steve was making me crazy!

    My clitty throbbed and my nipples burned and I was shivering as I
had a nice little orgasm, making me grind my ass back hard, my whole
body tense and tingling with the pleasure of it. I was being loved,
held tightly and fucked sweetly and loved. It was all I wanted in the
whole world and I surrendered completely. My quivering sex spasming
around Steve's cock and just feeling him unsheathed within me,
bareback with his cockhead reaching towards my fertile womb was making
it special.

    "Ohhh fuck...We gotta do something else, Kylie." Steve whispered and
we were both hot and gasping for air.

    "Don't cum inside me." I reminded him weakly and Steve was already
pulling out of my pussy. I wasn't really ovulating, my period had just
ended a few days before, but there was always the risk, however
unlikely.

    "I know." He said and my boyfriend adjusted his aim slightly,
making me groan with surprised joy as I felt his cock suddenly
stabbing into my unprepared asshole.

    "Fuck!" I shut my eyes tightly, grabbing the sheets and trying to
relax as he forced his fat dick inside my dry ass.

    "Take it, slut...Give me that sweet black ass of yours!" Steve
groaned, taking my hips in his strong hands as I moved around, trying
to make up my mind if I wanted to fuck him back, or get away.

    At least his cock was nice and wet with my orgasm now and it
wasn't really painful. I was used to having my ass fucked by then, but
usually I was a little more ready for it. Still, after the initial
discomfort, the pain went away and I just started feeling good all
over again. Steve knew how to use that cock of his and he worked my
asshole over nicely, sliding his cock inside slowly and then pulling
back out, completely at times. Just so he could see my sphincter
stretch around his cockhead when he pushed it back inside, I think.

    "There...Oh that's good...Fuck my nigger ass hard..." I breathed and I
was into it finally, pushing myself back and rolling my ass around as
I did all the work.

    "Yeah, slut...Fuck my dick, love that white cock with your ass."
Steve told me and he wasn't even holding onto me anymore. He was just
watching as I worked my asshole back and forth along the long white
shaft that impaled me.

    "Uh-huh...Oh yeah...Fuck me...Huh...Fuck me good..." I was nodding, shoving
myself back hard enough that the soft sweaty slap of my ass meeting
his body filled the small room.

    "Ah fuck...I love your ass, baby...That sweet nigger ass of yours,
Kylie!" Steve groaned and he was close. "Move...Move, turn around!"

    "Wha...Oh...Yeah..." I giggled and blinked at him, not understanding at
first, not until Steve was pushing and pulling me.

    "In your mouth, slut!" Steve groaned, holding his cock with his
right hand and grabbing a fistful of my thick black heir with his
left.

    I opened mouth just as he started cumming, my boyfriend jamming
his dick between my tightly stretched lips and I was flooded with his
semen. It was hot and thick and salty and I was swallowing as fast as
I could while Steve pumped his cock with his fist. He was shooting too
much and it spilled out of my mouth, squeezing past the corners of my
lips to run down my chin. I loved eating his cum, so much that I
didn't even think about how his cock had just been balls deep in my
asshole. I didn't care, all I could taste was Steve's delicious ball
juice and I was getting a real tummy full now.

    "Hmmm...Fuck, Kylie..." Steve grinned at me a few minutes later,
sitting back all red faced and happy while I licked his dirty cock
clean.

    "Am I a good little slut?" I asked him with a smile and my
boyfriend nodded slowly.

    "You're a beautiful little slut." Steve told me. "My cum eating
whore."

    "Heh." I licked my lips and moved up his body so he could hold me,
give me that after sex snuggle Steve was so good at. My boyfriend was
the complete package and I was in love.

    He even kissed me, not caring that I'd just sucked his balls dry
and swallowed his fresh load. He loved me too and calling me all those
names, his slut and whore and nigger, none of it meant anything except
that I wanted to be his completely. That was how we did it, how I told
him I'd do anything he wanted in our bedroom. I'd be the nastiest slut
in the world and love every second of it if it made him happy.
Everywhere else, Steve treated me like princess. What girl could ask
for more than that?

    "You got me all squishy now." I giggled, reaching back to feel my
asshole leaking his sperm.

    "Here...Let me fix this..." Steve grinned and I rolled my eyes while
he adjusted my thong, pulling it back into place so the thin pink back
of it barely covered my tender anus.

    "Thanks." I kissed his chin and rolled my eyes.

    "No problem." He nodded. "Even a slut has to keep her modesty."

    "Yeah." I hugged Steve tightly, putting my cheek against his chest
and listening to his heart.

    "Hey, uh..." He looked down at me. "...Did Natalie talk to you?"

    "Natalie?" I looked up at him. "About what?"

    "I mentioned to her that we were going up to my parents for
Thanksgiving and she wondered if she could come along too."

    "You mentioned it to her?" I sat up a little, feeling confused.
"When?"

    "Last week, I guess." Steve shrugged.

    "You talked to her last week?"

    "Email, yeah." Steve smiled. "I went to her website, that
Friendster one, remember?"

    "Uh...Okay." I narrowed my eyes and I sorta remembered. "So what?"

    "Well, I emailed her, you know, just to say hi." Steve chuckled.
"And she emailed me back and so...I dunno, we've been emailing almost
everyday."

    "For a month?" I blinked at him.

    "It hasn't been that long, has it?" Steve said. "But yeah, she's
really sweet. I like her a lot."

    "My sister." I said. "You've been talking to my sister for a month
and you never mentioned it?"

    "I thought she did." Steve smiled. "Anyway, what's wrong with
that?"

    "I don't know." I said and I really didn't. "Nothing I guess, it's
just...Weird."

    "Well, there's nothing weird about Natalie." Steve told me. "She's
pretty cool."

    "Yeah." I put my head back down. "So, um, what do you guys talk
about? In your emails?"

    "About you mostly." Steve chuckled and I looked up sharply. "Well,
what do you expect?"

    "What do you say about me?" I asked, deciding I kind of didn't
like this very much.

    "Good things." Steve kissed my forehead. "And I told her I was
bringing you up to meet my parents and Natalie wants to come along."

    "I don't know if..." I frowned. "...What would your parents say?"

    "About what?" Steve asked with a smile. "She's your sister, not a
total stranger."

    "Yeah but they don't even know me." I sighed.

    "They're gonna love you, Kylie." Steve promised. "Natalie too,
come on. She needs a break."

    "She does, huh?" I sucked my lips and wondered just how close
Natalie and Steve were now.

    "Yeah." My boyfriend nodded. "You should spend more time with her
anyway, you know? She's all alone at home, going to school. She's not
a kid."

    "What do you mean?"

    "I mean she's seventeen." Steve told me. "She's growing up, that's
all. She misses you. This will be fun, the three of us spending a
weekend together."

    "With your parents." I reminded him.

    "Well, yeah." He laughed. "But they go to bed early."

    "What?" I giggled. "What does that have to do with anything."

    "I dunno." Steve grinned at me. "I'm just saying, me you and
Natalie...Come on! It'll be fun."

    "You just want to have two girls, huh?" I teased him. "Like one
isn't enough?"

    "One of you is enough for any man." Steve kissed me. "But your
sister is definitely, seriously cute."

    "Oh, don't go there!" I warned him with a laugh. "She's my
sister."

    "That's part of the attraction." Steve said softly and then he was
kissing me hard, pressing his tongue into my mouth and I didn't get a
chance to wonder aloud what he'd meant by that.

=-=-=-=-=-={19}=-=-=-=-=-=

    The hard part was convincing my parents to let Natalie come with
me. They really couldn't say no if I wanted to go, but she was still
just seventeen and so it was up for some intense discussion. Mostly
they wanted to know who we were going with, obviously, and telling
them it was a white boy wasn't gonna get anything but a definite no
for an answer.

    So I did what any big sister would...I lied.

    "You're a bad influence." I chided Natalie as she packed some
stuff for the trip.

    We were going up Wednesday afternoon and coming back Sunday night,
a long weekend away from home, and Natalie was excited. More so than I
might have expected her to be, and I started thinking maybe Steve was
right about her and how she needed a break from our mom and dad. I
know I certainly needed one from time to time and so I felt a little
guilty that my sister had gone through my boyfriend to ask me, like
she was shy or something.

    "Yeah." Natalie stuck her tongue out at me. "I'm a bad girl."

    "Shhh...Don't let mom and dad hear you." I grinned, flopping on my
sister's bed. "They can still change their minds."

    "Mmmm...I know. We gotta get out of here quick." Natalie giggled as
she sorted through her underwear drawer.

    "What are you bringing?" I asked, watching as she pulled out some
lacy panties in red. "Mom know about those?"

    "Are you crazy?" Natalie laughed. "Ahhhh..."

    She pulled out a matching bra and it was half a bra at the most,
not intended for high school girls, that's for sure. The lingerie set
was fire engine red and pretty much see through and I wondered where
my sister had gotten it. A few seconds later I was wondering why she
was even bringing it.

    "My boyfriend bought underwear for me." She whispered with a
little grin. "Pretty awesome, huh?"

    "Yeah." I nodded. "I never had a boyfriend buy me anything like
that."

    "Steve doesn't buy you stuff?" Natalie looked at me and I
shrugged. "Well, yeah, but not like red panties."

    "He should." Natalie decided seriously. "I'll tell him."

    "What?" I rolled my eyes. "Don't say a word, Nat. I'll tell my
boyfriend if I want something, okay?"

    "Yeah, okay." She shrugged. "But he's not a mind reader, you
know."

    "Uh-huh." I nodded.

    I watched her dig out more clothes, her best and sexiest clothes
for the most part, not that Natalie had a lot of sexy clothes to pick
from. It soon became apparent to me though that my little sister did
have a stash, you know? A little black miniskirt, some pink short-
shorts, a sheer white blouse...I know mom didn't know about that stuff.

    "When did you become an expert on my boyfriend anyway?" I
wondered.

    "Steve?" Natalie giggled and I thought she sounded nervous. "Oh, I
dunno. We talk a lot, he told you about that right?"

    "Yeah." I said and I'd already asked her a bit about their emails,
but Natalie hadn't said much.

    "He's so cool." Natalie drew a breath.

    "That's what he says about you." I told her.

    "Yeah?" Natalie nodded. "I know he likes me."

    "Well, he's a nice guy." I sighed, wondering why I was feeling
twitchy all of a sudden.

    "Not as much as he likes you, maybe, but..." Natalie giggled and I
lifted my head.

    "What do you mean by maybe?" I asked and then felt immediately
stupid as my sister turned her innocent brown eyes on mine.

    "Huh?" She asked and I just lay back down, feeling bad because I
was jealous of my boyfriend emailing my sister.

    "Nothing." I said. "I'm just...I dunno."

    "Jealous? You don't have to be." Natalie told me and she really
did know me good. "He loves you a lot."

    "Does he?" I wondered, looking at the ceiling. My sister had
posters on it, like Chili Peppers and Black Eyed Peas. Snoop Dog was
smiling at me and I smiled back.

    "Oh yeah." Natalie giggled. "It makes me a little jealous."

    "What?" I turned to look at her and she just shrugged.

    "I just wish someone would love me like that, you know." Natalie
said. "It's gotta be nice, huh?"

    "What about your boyfriend?" I asked. "He loves you right? He's
buying you underwear."

    "Yeah." Natalie laughed. "He loves me, but he's kinda...Attached."

    "Attached." I rolled onto my side so I could face her directly.
"What do you mean? He's married?"

    "No!" Natalie wrinkled her nose at me. "He's just...Got a
girlfriend."

    "Well..." I shrugged. "...Do you love him?"

    "Oh yeah." She bit her bottom lip and nodded. "More than
anything."

    "Do what I'd do then." I grinned at her.

    "What's that?" My sister asked.

    "Break them up!" I giggled. "Steal him away and don't give him
back."

    "Heh!" She stuck her tongue out, rolling her eyes. "I wish!"

    "If he ain't married, he ain't that attached, believe me." I said,
as if I knew anything on the subject.

    I had to be insane giving my little sister advice like that when I
didn't even know the guy in question. It was just fun anyway though,
or so I told myself, and Natalie was old enough to know what she was
doing. Or at least she knew as much as me and so I doubted she'd take
anything I had to say too seriously anyway.

    "Nah, I couldn't do that to her." Natalie said after a few minutes
and she was about done packing her stuff.

    "Why's that?" I asked, getting off the bed. "You know her or
something?

    "Yeah." My sister smiled at me as we stood face to face. "She's a
friend of mine."

    I blinked hard at that, but it was time to go and all I could do
was try and remember who Natalie's friends were, and which one of them
could possibly have a boyfriend worth stealing. I couldn't think of
anyone though and it was going to bother me until I could talk to her
about again. I hate little puzzles like that, but they are sorta fun.



end of Part 1
To be Continued

Written for Martin Luther King Day - Jan 21 2008

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