Relationships II

An eBook By Piers Anthony.

"Honey, when a couple fucks, the woman usually keeps her mouth shut. But the man's gotta talk about it. Doing it is only half of it; bragging's the other half."

"That's weird."

"We're hard-wired to tell. So I'd be doomed, one way or the other."

"Suppose I said it didn't happen? Whom would they believe?"

Now, he considered. "Normally, they'd believe the white over the black. But they might figure you're trying to cover your shame."

"What is shameful about voluntary sexual expression?"

"Nothing, honey. Except when the races mix. Then the Klan gets on it."

"The Ku Klux Klan. I read about it. A disgraceful manifestation of racism."

"It's still there, honey, down under. Maybe you don't see it, but I do."

"Maybe this: we do it, we get rescued, we don't say a word. Until we both get home. Then you talk about it, I don't, and nobody believes you."

He nodded in the darkness. "That might work. They'd figure I daydreamed it."

"A fond hallucination."

"Yeah. Thinking about what might have happened. 'Cause no white gal'd want to make out with a man who stinks of garbage."

"Then we are covered, dead or alive. How do we proceed?"

"You really want to do it?"

"I'm serious, yes. But I have no experience. No boy wants to date me, let alone get fresh with me. I'm chopped liver. You're going to have to show me how."

"Honey, you got me hot. But with you being scared of dying, it's like you're out of your mind, and that's rape. You'd never do it if you weren't so scared."

"Not entirely true. I have dreamed of sex with a big black man, as I mentioned."

"Why? I mean, why not with a white prince or something?"

"Because the white prince would take half a look at me and laugh at the notion. A black man might really find me desirable. As you say is the case with you."

"Got me there, honey. I'm not lying to you; I got a king-sized hardon."

"An erection, yes. So you're ready. So am I. I'm wet where it counts."

"I'd really like to fuck you. But I don't want to hurt you, and I don't want to get hung by the balls for screwing a white chick."

"We have already covered this ground. If we do it and die, it doesn't matter. If we do it and are rescued, we won't admit it until we're safely separated, never to meet again."

"And what if you tell right away? I'm dead."

"I ask you to take my word, as I accept yours. I have no reason to implicate you. This was my idea."

"Honey, you got me so hot I can't tell you no no more. But if you change your mind, tell me to stop, and I'll stop. I ain't going to rape you if I can help it. Okay?"

"That's fine. Tell me what to do."

"Okay, now, we'll take off our clothes. It's getting hot in here anyway, with the air conditioning off. Start with that."

"Agreed." She lifted herself off him and set about it in the darkness. He did the same.

"You bare yet?"

"I am naked, yes."

"So am I. Now usually the man, he gets on top of her. But I must weigh twice what you do, so we'll reverse it. I'll lie on the floor, and you get on me."

"Do I simply lie down on top of you?"

"Yeah, to start."

She felt for him, her small hands finding first his knee. She slid her hand up his thigh. It collided with his solid erection. "Oh!"

"That's my rod," he said. "Stiff as a bone. You sure you want it in you?"

It's so big!"

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