The house, a modern style design with lots of expansive windows, was on the north side of the PV peninsula on the side of a steep hill with breathtaking views of the south bay beaches and a view that extended all the way to the San Gabriel Mountains and even he skyline of downtown Los Angeles was visible. It was amazing.
For PV standards it was pretty proletarian actually, but it would still fetch at least two million on the real estate market.
It was mild and sunny and warm in Southern California, even in December with Christmas approaching. After walking through the entrance and through a short hallway, the view opened up and extended forever. Between forever and the back patio was a wonderful large swimming pool in the back yard. Any view of the back yard pool area was blocked by the house on the south and the two high fences on the adjoining sides of the property. The northern exposure...well the only people who could see in would be helicopter pilots or NASA spy satellites and no one was worried about them.
“You live here?” Bob inquired, awestruck by the view and the pool and being all alone with the white girl whose boldness took him so completely by surprise.
“It belongs to friends who are in Colorado for the winter. They gave me the keys and I come in several times a week. Kind of like house sitting.”
“Wow. Pretty cool up here.”
“It’s warm now but it does get cool at night. It’s also lonely too. Everybody says what a great place, but when you’re all alone it’s kind of a drag, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure. I guess so.”
“How do you like it?”
“Wow baby. What’s not to like?”
There’s an empty bedroom over there. You can change there and come out to the pool.”
“Change? I don’t’ have a suit, remember?”
“Well I’m sure you could borrow one if you’d like.”
Disappointment registered in his face. What was all that talk about being totally nude? Of course it was and she knew it.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s just that….”
“Just that what? You do know how to swim don’t you?”
“Sure,” he lied. Actually he’d never been swimming. Just wading in the surf at the beach as a kid. Going to the beach was not a black thing and growing up he didn’t know any people with pools. Did she know that?
Maybe he should have thought things through before he jumped at the chance to go “swimming” with her.
“I just thought about it on the way here. There’s a bunch of suits for visitors to wear. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” She smiled. “I’m sure one will fit you.”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Just look in the bottom of the closet. You’ll find one.”
“Sure baby.”
Five minutes later he walked out onto the pool area as she was cranking up an umbrella for shade from the early afternoon sun. She wore a broad brimmed hat, a bikini that exposed almost everything, slippers and large sun glasses. She looked like a movie star.
Chase lounges with opulently padded cushions were pool side.
“So what do you think?” She asked him.
“About what?”
“Just about this. Being here. Relaxing. Looking down on the world.”
She gestured.
“I come here a lot. The have some really cool parties here. Private parties. Not for just everyone. Only people who know each other and know how to be cool. Discreet. Sound like something you could handle?”
“Sure.”
Other times I’m here alone and I just look down at the city. At night it’s really great. The whole metropolitan area spread out. You can see it all. Lights. Freeway. Cars moving like ants with headlights for eyes. Millions of people down there. Like ants. And I’m sitting up here in a two million dollar house looking down and I’m all alone.”
“What about the parties?”
“Ah. That’s mostly in the summer time. Not so much in the winter. Even in Southern California it gets a little chilly for outdoor type gatherings. This is kind of a small house by PV standards. Not much room inside. Set up for summer type entertaining.”
“So why don’t we lie down under the shade and relax a bit,” she suggested, gesturing toward two lounges.
“Talk a little. Get to know each other. All this school stuff. Gets in the way of getting to know people, don’t you think?”
“I suppose. I sure like it here better than church. Do you really go to church the rest of the time?”
“Actually yes I do,” she answered. “I do go to church. I was raised in the church. I don’t really come from here. I’m from a different part of town, not so urban, not so upscale. I grew up in the church. It was all white of course. But I do still go to church.”
"Why?”
“Why?” She paused. “Yeah it does seem incongruous doesn’t it? I think I like the intensity of it. I like the company of intense, committed people. There’s something about being with people who wrestle with contradictions.”
“Contradictions?”
“Yeah. Contradictions”
“Meaning?”
“Well, people who talk about tolerance, and inclusion and loving all men as brothers in Christ. Then they push away from their black brothers and sisters. It kind of hit me when a white girl at our church showed up at youth group with a black guy. Tall, nice looking, great shoulders, very smart.”
“What happened?”
“Well talk about the cold shoulder. Everyone was holding their breath and walking on thin ice and….”
“And?”
“And knowing they wanted him out of there. The white boys especially. They really wanted him gone.”
“How about the white girls?”
“Well not so much. The white girl who brought the black dude was very popular, at least until that. The white girls stood by her actually. Her ****** left the church after that. Kind of suddenly. Word was she got pregnant by the black guy. She refused to abort it. Her parents were all over her to have an abortion, but she refused and had the baby and kept it. We never saw them again.
“This was a virulently pro life crowd, mind you. At least until one of their white ********* was carrying a black baby. Nobody said much about it openly, but everybody knew it was a huge problem. There were three factions. One faction wanted her to abort her baby. Some said have the baby but give it up for adoption. They patted themselves on the back for their pro-life position. The smallest faction said live and let live and welcome her and her baby in the spirit of Christ.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened really. The ****** never came back to church the impact was felt. There was this weird kind of tension for weeks after that. The racists prevailed of course. The crowd preaching we’re all brothers in Christ prevailed, even though they abandoned that principle.
“Also the abortion issue. Lots of pro-lifers had egg on their faces. It was more than just a disagreement of opinion. It was like...they were afraid other white ********* were going to go black. It was weird. A couple of girls would get pregnant and some had abortions and everybody was OK with hushing it up and pretending it didn’t happen. But a black baby? A white ******** carrying a black baby? That really rocked them. See. People wrestling with contradictions. Racism vs. brotherhood of man. Pro life versus pro choice. That kind of thing.”
“So you still go?”
“Not to that church. Too far away. I just go to some of the local churches. I try to make it every Sunday, but sometimes I lapse. You know how it is.”
“What to you like about it?”
“I have a history with it. There’s that. But also I watch the people trying to live according to something they really don’t believe. I watch them struggle. You know. Racism and dealing with black people rising up. And pro life and pro choice. Pretty confused, neurotic people actually. Trying to live with all those contradictions. It’s like, why not just proclaim what you really believe and live by it. But they don’t and I go among them and study them.
“The white Christian boys. They’re interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well they really have to reconcile their Christian beliefs with their sex drives. You know?”
“Yeah. I can imagine that.”
“Pretty hard on them. I mean. It’s just hard on them. Sometimes I join youth groups at churches. I meet the white Christian guys. You know. So wholesome. So straight. So in denial of themselves.”
“I can imagine.”
“Well I test them.”
“Test them?”
"Yeah. I get the most devout I can find, the best looking most devout that is...well the best looking. Of course they’re interested. So I come across like all Miss Goodie Two Shoes. They jump for it.”
“Then what?”
“Then what? Well I get them alone. You know. Ask them to drive me home, which means here or something like that. Then when we’re alone I just flat out ask them. ‘Ah...would you do me a favor?’
“And do they say yes?”
“Fuck yes they do. ‘Anything.’ And then I asked them if I can suck their dicks?”
He laughed out loud.
“What the fuck?” he asked, totally surprised. “What do they say? How do they handle it?”
She smiled, licked her lips and pursed her lips, sucked in and parted them making a popping sound. “Well nobody’s turned me down yet,”
“What do you go to bed with them? ”
“God no. No fucking. Can’t risk getting pregnant.”
She took a deep breath.
“Too much drama. To have the baby or to get an abortion? All that bullshit. I thought about fucking a couple of them. You know and then telling them I was pregnant. Just to see them turn green and see how they’d deal with their ‘faith.’ See how they suddenly change their position on abortion. But no. Too much drama. Besides.”
“Besides what?”
“I’m not sure I want a white baby. Or even a white husband.”
“But you still go back to white churches and suck white dicks?”
It’s like being around morally and intellectually confused people helps me achieve moral and intellectual clarity. Does that make sense?”
“If it works for you, it makes sense.”
He took a breath and realized all her talk about sucking dicks made him bolder.
“So what’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Sucking white dicks. How is it?”
“How is it for them or for me?”
He laughed.
“Is there a difference?”
“Yeah. There sure is a different. It’s great for them. For me it’s kind of like going through the motions to make a point.”
“A point?”
“Yeah. The point is they’re frauds and phonies and hypocrites. I love the way they talk about bible study and their ‘faith’ and then I suck their dicks and they’re gasping and moaning and squirming around and they cum.”
“You let ‘em cum in your mouth?”
She cleared her throat.
“Well, aren’t we getting personal?”
“Yes. I suppose so. But that’s no answer. Do you let those white boys cum in your mouth.”
“No. I don’t. I draw the line there. I mean...like what kind of girl do you think I am?”
He laughed uproariously.
"That’s a good one,.” he said. “That’s a good one.”
“I mean, like...sucking white dicks. I know that’s what it’s called, but really...there’s not much there to suck actually. Small dicks and almost no balls. How do they even reproduce? Well they do produce sperm. I’ve seen it. When they cum I pull back and finish them with my hand. Easier to clean up that way. Also don’t have to worry about spitting or swallowing. Spitting is crude and disgusting and I can’t even imagine swallowing the sperm of any white guy I’ve ever sucked off.
“Does that sound terrible?”
“No baby. It sounds….it sounds honest.”
She shook her head.
“One of those assholes wanted to record me sucking him on his cell phone. God that would have ended up all over the internet and God knows where else. I could have killed him. I said No way. Turn it off put it down or I’ll say you ***** me.”
“What did he do?”
“Put the fucking thing away. I wanted to kill the asshole. Can you imagine that? Videos of me sucking his pathetic excuse for a penis all over the place.”
She shook her head again.
“No way. No fucking way. It’s bad enough I would suck his dick, but videos? Get the fuck out of here. If I’d had a knife I’d have castrated him right then and there.”
He was stunned by her fury, by the transformation of her face and her words.
“Sorry I brought it up,” he apologized softly. “Sorry I made you think of something that so hurt you.”
Of course it was a rhetorical apology. He’d done nothing and they both knew it, but she was moved, obviously moved by his tenderness.
She was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding. Then she took a deep breath, exhaled, licked her lips and swallowed.
“No need for you to be sorry. You’re really cool. We’ve been working on this project for a couple of weeks now and you’ve never said a single improper thing or tried to feel my tits or anything.”
She smiled. She was her old self again. Or her new self, new to him at least. This woman was more cunning, more subtle, more adaptable than he’d imagined. Not just some s dumb white bimbo jumping at the chance to date a cool black guy with a big dick.
“I just try to be a gentleman.”
“Yes. You do. I appreciate that. Most guys “try’ to be gentlemen because it takes an effort because it’s so completely inconsistent with male nature. Male nature is to just take what they want and suck and fuck. I know you want to fuck me. I knew it from the first time I saw you.”
He was stung by her bluntness.
“And you know something else?”
“What?”
“Professor Brown.”
“What about him?”
"He wants to fuck me too.”
“He said that?”
“Not in so many words. Men don’t talk like that. Not usually. No he was pretty smooth. Pretty cool. But a little too obvious. Hemming and hawing and beating around the bush. A little too entitled. Jesus Christ. The first time I went to his office. I had a question about the course outline and he closes the door and practically jumped me.”
“What did you do?”
“No drama. Just acted dumb. Like I didn’t know what he wanted.”
“What did he want?”
"What do you think he wanted? He wanted me to come around behind his desk and get down on my knees and suck his dick.”
“He said that?”
“’He said that’,” she mocked him. “No he didn’t say that. Just like you haven’t said it.”
“You think I’m like him?” Suddenly Bob felt very defensive. Here he was defending himself to this white girl who had insulted the black man, Professor Brown, who fixed them up together.
“I think you’re nothing like him. He’s an entitled pig who acts like he owns white girls. All that Black studies bullshit about 300 years of slavery and reparations has gotten to him. He thinks we’re his slaves now and no finesse is required for white girls to go down on him.”
“That’s pretty harsh.”
“So what’s the deal on him fixing us up together?”
His face gave him away.
"Fixing us up? It’s a school assignment.”
“’It’s a school assignment,’” she said, mocking him savagely again. “A school assignment.
“Yeah. Right. He couldn’t fuck me so he puts you in the driver’s seat to fuck me instead. I’m sure you’ll tell him about it later on. He couldn’t fuck me but now he can at least get the satisfaction of hearing you talk about how you did?”
“You’re imagining things.”
"Oh really? Like am I imagining you two sitting together in the canteen a week before this joint assignment idea came up. And you were weeping and wailing about something and he was giving you the old pat on the back blah, blah, blah, the way men do. Am I imagining that/?”
He was stunned. “How did you know about that?”
“Like you think white girls sucking black dicks is the only thing that goes on in public on that campus?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh the white girl who was sucking some black football payer’s dick on the common and people were just walking by, pretending not to nice? Like he didn’t’ share that with you?”
“You’re crazy.”
She laughed. “Yeah. That’s why he paired us off together and we’re sitting up here on the hill alone together looking out at the view. I’m crazy.
“I know the girl who was with that guy. I know about how Brown went to bat for the football player.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know some people who know some people who work for a law firm that was called in on it. The white lawyers said ‘hands off.’ Quaking in their boots. Terrified that someone would call them racist if they moved against the black football player who had some real balls and just did it. Or at least let her do what she wanted. Like right out in the open.”
“What happened to the girl?”
“She left school”
“They made her?”
“Oh no. They’re too scared to do that. Her ****** made her leave school. Turns out some of her little brother’s friends saw the video on line and...well that was the end of that. The white parents were mortified, you know, their pure white ******** sucking a black football player’s dick, right out in the open..
“How’s that for irony. The father is a big football fan. Loves black football stars. Fucking loves ‘em. So what’s the big deal if his white ******** is dating one and sucking one off? Well it’s a big deal with him.”
She laughed. “I wonder if her father still likes black football players now.”
“What happened to her?
“Going to school in some other part of the country. We used to write, but not much any more.”
“Does Professor Brown know you know about all this?”
“I doubt it. I never told him.. Why would I?”
“No reason I guess.”
“That’s right. No reason. He doesn’t need to know. I guess you’ll tell him now though. Isn’t that what bud’s do? Compare notes?”
“No. I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Don’t bullshit me. All guys do that kind of thing and black guys more than the rest. Don’t bullshit me. Don’t even think about bullshitting me. If you have any hopes of me sucking your dick and you cumming in my mouth, don’t even think about bullshitting me. I hate it.”
There was a long, awkward silence between them.
For PV standards it was pretty proletarian actually, but it would still fetch at least two million on the real estate market.
It was mild and sunny and warm in Southern California, even in December with Christmas approaching. After walking through the entrance and through a short hallway, the view opened up and extended forever. Between forever and the back patio was a wonderful large swimming pool in the back yard. Any view of the back yard pool area was blocked by the house on the south and the two high fences on the adjoining sides of the property. The northern exposure...well the only people who could see in would be helicopter pilots or NASA spy satellites and no one was worried about them.
“You live here?” Bob inquired, awestruck by the view and the pool and being all alone with the white girl whose boldness took him so completely by surprise.
“It belongs to friends who are in Colorado for the winter. They gave me the keys and I come in several times a week. Kind of like house sitting.”
“Wow. Pretty cool up here.”
“It’s warm now but it does get cool at night. It’s also lonely too. Everybody says what a great place, but when you’re all alone it’s kind of a drag, if you know what I mean.”
“Sure. I guess so.”
“How do you like it?”
“Wow baby. What’s not to like?”
There’s an empty bedroom over there. You can change there and come out to the pool.”
“Change? I don’t’ have a suit, remember?”
“Well I’m sure you could borrow one if you’d like.”
Disappointment registered in his face. What was all that talk about being totally nude? Of course it was and she knew it.
“Yeah. Sure. It’s just that….”
“Just that what? You do know how to swim don’t you?”
“Sure,” he lied. Actually he’d never been swimming. Just wading in the surf at the beach as a kid. Going to the beach was not a black thing and growing up he didn’t know any people with pools. Did she know that?
Maybe he should have thought things through before he jumped at the chance to go “swimming” with her.
“I just thought about it on the way here. There’s a bunch of suits for visitors to wear. Don’t know why I didn’t think of it before.” She smiled. “I’m sure one will fit you.”
“Sure. No problem.”
“Just look in the bottom of the closet. You’ll find one.”
“Sure baby.”
Five minutes later he walked out onto the pool area as she was cranking up an umbrella for shade from the early afternoon sun. She wore a broad brimmed hat, a bikini that exposed almost everything, slippers and large sun glasses. She looked like a movie star.
Chase lounges with opulently padded cushions were pool side.
“So what do you think?” She asked him.
“About what?”
“Just about this. Being here. Relaxing. Looking down on the world.”
She gestured.
“I come here a lot. The have some really cool parties here. Private parties. Not for just everyone. Only people who know each other and know how to be cool. Discreet. Sound like something you could handle?”
“Sure.”
Other times I’m here alone and I just look down at the city. At night it’s really great. The whole metropolitan area spread out. You can see it all. Lights. Freeway. Cars moving like ants with headlights for eyes. Millions of people down there. Like ants. And I’m sitting up here in a two million dollar house looking down and I’m all alone.”
“What about the parties?”
“Ah. That’s mostly in the summer time. Not so much in the winter. Even in Southern California it gets a little chilly for outdoor type gatherings. This is kind of a small house by PV standards. Not much room inside. Set up for summer type entertaining.”
“So why don’t we lie down under the shade and relax a bit,” she suggested, gesturing toward two lounges.
“Talk a little. Get to know each other. All this school stuff. Gets in the way of getting to know people, don’t you think?”
“I suppose. I sure like it here better than church. Do you really go to church the rest of the time?”
“Actually yes I do,” she answered. “I do go to church. I was raised in the church. I don’t really come from here. I’m from a different part of town, not so urban, not so upscale. I grew up in the church. It was all white of course. But I do still go to church.”
"Why?”
“Why?” She paused. “Yeah it does seem incongruous doesn’t it? I think I like the intensity of it. I like the company of intense, committed people. There’s something about being with people who wrestle with contradictions.”
“Contradictions?”
“Yeah. Contradictions”
“Meaning?”
“Well, people who talk about tolerance, and inclusion and loving all men as brothers in Christ. Then they push away from their black brothers and sisters. It kind of hit me when a white girl at our church showed up at youth group with a black guy. Tall, nice looking, great shoulders, very smart.”
“What happened?”
“Well talk about the cold shoulder. Everyone was holding their breath and walking on thin ice and….”
“And?”
“And knowing they wanted him out of there. The white boys especially. They really wanted him gone.”
“How about the white girls?”
“Well not so much. The white girl who brought the black dude was very popular, at least until that. The white girls stood by her actually. Her ****** left the church after that. Kind of suddenly. Word was she got pregnant by the black guy. She refused to abort it. Her parents were all over her to have an abortion, but she refused and had the baby and kept it. We never saw them again.
“This was a virulently pro life crowd, mind you. At least until one of their white ********* was carrying a black baby. Nobody said much about it openly, but everybody knew it was a huge problem. There were three factions. One faction wanted her to abort her baby. Some said have the baby but give it up for adoption. They patted themselves on the back for their pro-life position. The smallest faction said live and let live and welcome her and her baby in the spirit of Christ.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing happened really. The ****** never came back to church the impact was felt. There was this weird kind of tension for weeks after that. The racists prevailed of course. The crowd preaching we’re all brothers in Christ prevailed, even though they abandoned that principle.
“Also the abortion issue. Lots of pro-lifers had egg on their faces. It was more than just a disagreement of opinion. It was like...they were afraid other white ********* were going to go black. It was weird. A couple of girls would get pregnant and some had abortions and everybody was OK with hushing it up and pretending it didn’t happen. But a black baby? A white ******** carrying a black baby? That really rocked them. See. People wrestling with contradictions. Racism vs. brotherhood of man. Pro life versus pro choice. That kind of thing.”
“So you still go?”
“Not to that church. Too far away. I just go to some of the local churches. I try to make it every Sunday, but sometimes I lapse. You know how it is.”
“What to you like about it?”
“I have a history with it. There’s that. But also I watch the people trying to live according to something they really don’t believe. I watch them struggle. You know. Racism and dealing with black people rising up. And pro life and pro choice. Pretty confused, neurotic people actually. Trying to live with all those contradictions. It’s like, why not just proclaim what you really believe and live by it. But they don’t and I go among them and study them.
“The white Christian boys. They’re interesting.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well they really have to reconcile their Christian beliefs with their sex drives. You know?”
“Yeah. I can imagine that.”
“Pretty hard on them. I mean. It’s just hard on them. Sometimes I join youth groups at churches. I meet the white Christian guys. You know. So wholesome. So straight. So in denial of themselves.”
“I can imagine.”
“Well I test them.”
“Test them?”
"Yeah. I get the most devout I can find, the best looking most devout that is...well the best looking. Of course they’re interested. So I come across like all Miss Goodie Two Shoes. They jump for it.”
“Then what?”
“Then what? Well I get them alone. You know. Ask them to drive me home, which means here or something like that. Then when we’re alone I just flat out ask them. ‘Ah...would you do me a favor?’
“And do they say yes?”
“Fuck yes they do. ‘Anything.’ And then I asked them if I can suck their dicks?”
He laughed out loud.
“What the fuck?” he asked, totally surprised. “What do they say? How do they handle it?”
She smiled, licked her lips and pursed her lips, sucked in and parted them making a popping sound. “Well nobody’s turned me down yet,”
“What do you go to bed with them? ”
“God no. No fucking. Can’t risk getting pregnant.”
She took a deep breath.
“Too much drama. To have the baby or to get an abortion? All that bullshit. I thought about fucking a couple of them. You know and then telling them I was pregnant. Just to see them turn green and see how they’d deal with their ‘faith.’ See how they suddenly change their position on abortion. But no. Too much drama. Besides.”
“Besides what?”
“I’m not sure I want a white baby. Or even a white husband.”
“But you still go back to white churches and suck white dicks?”
It’s like being around morally and intellectually confused people helps me achieve moral and intellectual clarity. Does that make sense?”
“If it works for you, it makes sense.”
He took a breath and realized all her talk about sucking dicks made him bolder.
“So what’s it like?”
“What’s what like?”
“Sucking white dicks. How is it?”
“How is it for them or for me?”
He laughed.
“Is there a difference?”
“Yeah. There sure is a different. It’s great for them. For me it’s kind of like going through the motions to make a point.”
“A point?”
“Yeah. The point is they’re frauds and phonies and hypocrites. I love the way they talk about bible study and their ‘faith’ and then I suck their dicks and they’re gasping and moaning and squirming around and they cum.”
“You let ‘em cum in your mouth?”
She cleared her throat.
“Well, aren’t we getting personal?”
“Yes. I suppose so. But that’s no answer. Do you let those white boys cum in your mouth.”
“No. I don’t. I draw the line there. I mean...like what kind of girl do you think I am?”
He laughed uproariously.
"That’s a good one,.” he said. “That’s a good one.”
“I mean, like...sucking white dicks. I know that’s what it’s called, but really...there’s not much there to suck actually. Small dicks and almost no balls. How do they even reproduce? Well they do produce sperm. I’ve seen it. When they cum I pull back and finish them with my hand. Easier to clean up that way. Also don’t have to worry about spitting or swallowing. Spitting is crude and disgusting and I can’t even imagine swallowing the sperm of any white guy I’ve ever sucked off.
“Does that sound terrible?”
“No baby. It sounds….it sounds honest.”
She shook her head.
“One of those assholes wanted to record me sucking him on his cell phone. God that would have ended up all over the internet and God knows where else. I could have killed him. I said No way. Turn it off put it down or I’ll say you ***** me.”
“What did he do?”
“Put the fucking thing away. I wanted to kill the asshole. Can you imagine that? Videos of me sucking his pathetic excuse for a penis all over the place.”
She shook her head again.
“No way. No fucking way. It’s bad enough I would suck his dick, but videos? Get the fuck out of here. If I’d had a knife I’d have castrated him right then and there.”
He was stunned by her fury, by the transformation of her face and her words.
“Sorry I brought it up,” he apologized softly. “Sorry I made you think of something that so hurt you.”
Of course it was a rhetorical apology. He’d done nothing and they both knew it, but she was moved, obviously moved by his tenderness.
She was breathing heavily and her heart was pounding. Then she took a deep breath, exhaled, licked her lips and swallowed.
“No need for you to be sorry. You’re really cool. We’ve been working on this project for a couple of weeks now and you’ve never said a single improper thing or tried to feel my tits or anything.”
She smiled. She was her old self again. Or her new self, new to him at least. This woman was more cunning, more subtle, more adaptable than he’d imagined. Not just some s dumb white bimbo jumping at the chance to date a cool black guy with a big dick.
“I just try to be a gentleman.”
“Yes. You do. I appreciate that. Most guys “try’ to be gentlemen because it takes an effort because it’s so completely inconsistent with male nature. Male nature is to just take what they want and suck and fuck. I know you want to fuck me. I knew it from the first time I saw you.”
He was stung by her bluntness.
“And you know something else?”
“What?”
“Professor Brown.”
“What about him?”
"He wants to fuck me too.”
“He said that?”
“Not in so many words. Men don’t talk like that. Not usually. No he was pretty smooth. Pretty cool. But a little too obvious. Hemming and hawing and beating around the bush. A little too entitled. Jesus Christ. The first time I went to his office. I had a question about the course outline and he closes the door and practically jumped me.”
“What did you do?”
“No drama. Just acted dumb. Like I didn’t know what he wanted.”
“What did he want?”
"What do you think he wanted? He wanted me to come around behind his desk and get down on my knees and suck his dick.”
“He said that?”
“’He said that’,” she mocked him. “No he didn’t say that. Just like you haven’t said it.”
“You think I’m like him?” Suddenly Bob felt very defensive. Here he was defending himself to this white girl who had insulted the black man, Professor Brown, who fixed them up together.
“I think you’re nothing like him. He’s an entitled pig who acts like he owns white girls. All that Black studies bullshit about 300 years of slavery and reparations has gotten to him. He thinks we’re his slaves now and no finesse is required for white girls to go down on him.”
“That’s pretty harsh.”
“So what’s the deal on him fixing us up together?”
His face gave him away.
"Fixing us up? It’s a school assignment.”
“’It’s a school assignment,’” she said, mocking him savagely again. “A school assignment.
“Yeah. Right. He couldn’t fuck me so he puts you in the driver’s seat to fuck me instead. I’m sure you’ll tell him about it later on. He couldn’t fuck me but now he can at least get the satisfaction of hearing you talk about how you did?”
“You’re imagining things.”
"Oh really? Like am I imagining you two sitting together in the canteen a week before this joint assignment idea came up. And you were weeping and wailing about something and he was giving you the old pat on the back blah, blah, blah, the way men do. Am I imagining that/?”
He was stunned. “How did you know about that?”
“Like you think white girls sucking black dicks is the only thing that goes on in public on that campus?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Oh the white girl who was sucking some black football payer’s dick on the common and people were just walking by, pretending not to nice? Like he didn’t’ share that with you?”
“You’re crazy.”
She laughed. “Yeah. That’s why he paired us off together and we’re sitting up here on the hill alone together looking out at the view. I’m crazy.
“I know the girl who was with that guy. I know about how Brown went to bat for the football player.”
“How do you know that?”
“I know some people who know some people who work for a law firm that was called in on it. The white lawyers said ‘hands off.’ Quaking in their boots. Terrified that someone would call them racist if they moved against the black football player who had some real balls and just did it. Or at least let her do what she wanted. Like right out in the open.”
“What happened to the girl?”
“She left school”
“They made her?”
“Oh no. They’re too scared to do that. Her ****** made her leave school. Turns out some of her little brother’s friends saw the video on line and...well that was the end of that. The white parents were mortified, you know, their pure white ******** sucking a black football player’s dick, right out in the open..
“How’s that for irony. The father is a big football fan. Loves black football stars. Fucking loves ‘em. So what’s the big deal if his white ******** is dating one and sucking one off? Well it’s a big deal with him.”
She laughed. “I wonder if her father still likes black football players now.”
“What happened to her?
“Going to school in some other part of the country. We used to write, but not much any more.”
“Does Professor Brown know you know about all this?”
“I doubt it. I never told him.. Why would I?”
“No reason I guess.”
“That’s right. No reason. He doesn’t need to know. I guess you’ll tell him now though. Isn’t that what bud’s do? Compare notes?”
“No. I don’t do that kind of thing.”
“Don’t bullshit me. All guys do that kind of thing and black guys more than the rest. Don’t bullshit me. Don’t even think about bullshitting me. If you have any hopes of me sucking your dick and you cumming in my mouth, don’t even think about bullshitting me. I hate it.”
There was a long, awkward silence between them.
