She broke the silence.
“Know what I think about? Up here? Looking down at millions of people?”
“What?”
“I think about how quiet it is here. I think about how open in tall is. We’re open to the whole world. Yet none of them can see us at all. Not of their shit effects us up here. It’s just silent. Sometimes you can here the traffic passing by, sometimes neighbors on either side of the house...but the rest of the time...it’s just dead silence. Dead silence but millions of people and we can see them all, but we’re invisible to them.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean.”
“Up here in the quiet and in the plain view, nothing matters except to the people who are here. Right now that’s you and me. All this black studies stuff?”
“What about it?”
“It’s all based on anger and grievance and conflict. Different people with different interests. Different histories and all kinds of hatreds. Down there in class, it’s all we think of. Visiting these churches and going through the motions of some bullshit assignment, the conflict is there but everybody pretends it isn’t.
“But up here....look down at all those millions of people who hate each other. We can see them but they don’t matter anymore and the hatred and anger and grievances. None of it matters up here on the side of the hill looking down. It’s just quiet, quiet and isolated. The only thing that matters here is the people here. Now that’s us. You and me.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s all new to me, but you’ve obviously thought about it.”
“Well yes I have. I came from a small community, all white, and attended all white schools and an all white church my whole life and now this. This!”
She swept her arm at the city below.
“See that beach...right below us?”
“Yeah.”
“Ever been there?”
“No. No. I’m not much of a beach person.”
“Well before I came here I wasn’t either. It’s dark down there. No lights at night. I mean really private.”
“Sounds great.”
“In the summer time it’s really great. Warm down there at night. Cooler than the city, but still warm enough to be comfortable on the beach at night. Kind of cool to walk along the beach at night. Almost pitch black. Millions of people just up the hill and you’re all alone and isolated down there at night.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Not much sound. Mostly it’s quiet, but I know what you mean.”
“Well up here or down there, all the conflict of the world disappears and people can really get serious about knowing each other.”
“You want to know me better?” He was getting bolder.
“Of course I do. You know, I’m glad you agreed to come here. I like being with you. Riding in the car with you. Attending church with you. I liked the black church best.”
“Really? The black church? Why?”
She shrugged.
“I could feel everybody staring at me. All of them. All of them wondering what the fuck are you doing here, white girl?”
“No one said that.”
“No one had to. It was obvious how they felt about me.”
“But you liked that best?”
“Yes I did. I knew I wasn’t really welcome there, but I also knew that you would protect me from anything that would happen. I had you. I felt safe with you, apart from everything else.”
“Everything else?”
“Yeah. More to it than just sitting next to each other in church or in the car...being together. You and me.”
“I like it too.”
“So different from being with white boys.”
“Different how?”
She smiled.
“Oh lots of ways. You have black cool. Black confidence. Black patience.”
“I do?”
“Sure. I know you want to fuck me. I know you want me to suck your dick. But you’re being all cool about it. Real patient. I like that.”
He shrugged. “Glad to be of service.”
“I know the white guys talk about me. About how I suck their dicks. They all have expectations. Like they’re owed something. You know?”
“Owed something?”
“Yeah. Like I owe it to them to suck them off all the time. Like it’s my duty and I have no say in it. They’re just supposed to unzip and I’m supposed to get down on my knees.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“No. They’re not very nice. Instead of being grateful, they act all entitled. Like I have no choice in the matter.”
She looked out over the valley below.
“Hey. Let’s walk out from under the shade and to the edge of the yard. So we’re away from the house and everything. Totally isolated. You handle that?”
“Sure.”
“One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you handle taking of those trunks?”
He was surprised by her sudden request. Somehow he felt as though he’d passed some kind of test.
“Sure. You taking off too?”
She licked her lips. “Yeah. I think so.”
“She responded by pulling off her top, tossing it on the chaise lounge and then pulling down her bottoms. Except for her slippers and sun glasses and her broad brimmed hat, she was totally nude. She hadn’t been teasing before.
“Now you.”
“Sure.”
“He pulled down the swimming trunks, which wasn’t very difficult because it was a couple of sizes too big for him. Now he too was nude.
Her eyes swept up and down, pausing to stare at his dick. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.
“Wow.” She was breathing more heavily. “Wow.”
“Wow what?”
“Well, just.... just wow.” She swallowed and shook her head, incredulously. “Like. It’s the first....the first real penis...the first real penis I’ve ever seen.”
It was his turn to smile.
“Glad you like it.”
“Like it?,” she shook her head, still in seeming disbelief. “I’ve heard of big dicks, but never thought they really existed. You know. Like a myth. But you’re...you’re at least nine inches. And you’re still soft.”
“Probably not for long,” he warned her.
“Oh my God!”
His dick was rising even as they spoke.
“Come on. Let’s get out in front of the whole world.”
She took his hand and they both walked briskly passed the pool to the back edge of the property line, overlooking the entire LA Metropolitan area. For several moments they both just stood there silently enjoying the moment, experiencing each other’s presence and looking down at the tiny ant like vehicles moving along streets in the distance.
In the corner of his eye, in the periphery of his vision he could se her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. After a few moments each looked at the other, she up at him and he down at her. He was so much taller than she was. Why had she never noticed it before? His shoulders were broad, his arms were well muscled and his torso was lean and slender. And his dick....it was breathtaking. Literally. Suddenly without warning or any prefatory statement, he took her arm, firmly but gently, and pulled her to him and kissed her. He was so gentle and confident. Just gently pulled her to him and leaned down and kissed her. Pressed against him like that she felt the hardness and the power of his amazing cock. It was as big as one of her forearms. Well not literally. That wouldn’t be possible, would it? It was....it was perfect. Just perfect. Bigger now that it was fully erect, it glistened in the sunlight, it’s smoothness emphasizing the powerful, blood gorged veins just below the surface of the skin. There was one huge bulging vein that extended lengthwise and then branched out into smaller, veins that spread all over.
The little white dicks she’d seen before were nothing like this. It was as though those pasty, pale colorless little things were just baby penises and this one, this black one, was fully grown. Hmmmm...she wondered. How come white boy penises never grew up, but black boy penises did? Why did white boy penises never get any bigger than when they were little boys? There must be some reason, some biological reason.
Her first real penis. She knew now why those white girls at her church ended up pregnant by black boys. No more curiosity about that. It was obvious. A dick like that...My God! It was like having a ruler inserted into you, all the way into you. She tried to visualize the full length of his incredible penis sliding into her all the way....balls deep they called it. Balls deep!
And speaking of balls deep...speaking of balls. She’d never seen anything like those. They were huge. Absolutely huge. And they hung and swung. She wondered what it would feel like having them smack into her if he fucked her. She wondered if they were as heavy as they looked. They just looked so heavy, hanging there like that.
More than that, it was her first real kiss. Her first real kiss. He was tender yet so strong. So skilled. So confident. No fumbling like with white boys. No uncertainty. No shattered moments or diminished expectations. Just passion and strength and confidence. He was so unlike any white boy she’d ever known.
They paused together, she in his arms, feeling his body, his huge cock, his strength, his firmness. Standing out there on a hill side in full view of millions of people...ant like people below them in the city. Of course none of those people, mostly white people, could actually see them because they were so tiny against the side of the hill. None could see her standing next to this wonderful ebony giant. So big. So tall. So powerful.
Each could feel the other’s breathing. Each could feel each other’s excitement and passion.
“God,” she said, barely above a whisper, as if out of breath. “Oh my God!”
“What baby?” he asked her gently. “What?”
“That was wonderful. Just wonderful. Like nothing I’ve ever known. I mean nothing.”
He laughed.
“Glad you liked it. Glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“Disappoint! Oh my God no. The only thing wrong, the only thing missing...”
“Missing? What’s missing?”
“People. It’s just that....anything this incredible, so wonderful, should be shared. We should be up on a stage or something. We should be up on a platform in an auditorium with thousands watching. We should be ...”
She paused, as if reflecting on some private thought.
“Should be...”
“Should be in my church. In my church.”
“Your church?” He was mystified.
“Yes. In my church. Right up there in front of everyone. Right in front of all the white people I’ve known my whole life. We should be up in front of them like this, totally nude in each other’s arms and you with that incredible penis of yours.”
“You really think that’s a good idea?”
“Probably not a good idea, but a natural idea.”
“Natural?”
“What could be more natural than to share with others the first real happiness I’ve ever known?”
“What happiness is that?”
The voice that shattered the moment and shattered the silence between them was a jeering, taunting mocking voice of a white man. He could tell it instantly. Someone had crept up silently behind them.
They whirled around to face a white twenty something, tall and slender with brown hair and delicate white skin. A white man. So thin, so diminutive and so....so fragile. So pale. So pasty. He looked like a white porcelain doll to which facial features had been painstakingly painted on and over which doll like clothes had been fitted. He looked fragile. He looked as though he’d break if handled roughly, as though he’d shatter into a hundred pieces if handled roughly.
It seemed utterly ridiculous, but Bob wondered. Did this white doll have a penis? Most dolls didn’t. What about this one? Of course he must have one. He was a person after all and not a doll. She’d admitted sucking white dicks before. Was this guy one of them? Had she sucked his dick before?
They both just stood silently, completely taken by surprise.
The white boy’s face was twisted into an ugly smerck.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?” the white boy taunted her, even as his eyes lowered to inspect the spectacular erect black penis before him. Did he shudder at the sight of Bob’s beautiful dick,....did he really shudder or was it just her imagination. The white boy’s face got more grotesque, more ugly. He was actually quite cute. He was what white girls called a “cute” guy. All of his cuteness, however, had been transformed into a twisted, ugly troll like countenance as he glared contemptuously at both of them.
“No wonder you didn’t want to go to brunch with us. You obviously had something different in mind. I’m sure you have a perfectly logical explanation for this.”
“For what? For what? How did you get in here? You have no right to be here.”
“You left the front door open. Not just unlocked, but part way open. I just came in. Is this your new boyfriend?”
“He’s a friend. Someone I met in school.”
“Ah yes. Black Studies. That must be it. You said it was an interesting class. No one had any idea what you really meant. So how much further do you intend to go? I should have just stayed back and watched from the window. Things were getting really interesting.”
“You should have stayed away al together. You have no right to be here. No right at all. I don’t answer to you for anything.”
“Well maybe not. One way or the other, I got it all on film.” He held up his IPHONE. “All on here. I’m sure your parents will enjoy seeing it...seeing their ******** in ‘living color.’ With her new boyfriend of color. Isn’t that what they call it?”
“Hey man,” Bob spoke, patiently. “Why don’t you just delete it from your phone. No need to go public with any of this.”
“No need?”
“Private moments between two people...no need for that to be all over the net. Besides, you recorded her, recorded us without our permission or our knowledge in as private place where we had an expectation of privacy.”
“‘An expectation of privacy.’” The white boy’s voice was mocking. “An expectation of privacy.’ Really? Are you some kind of lawyer or something?”
“I’m not a lawyer but I know the law about some things.”
“Well Rufus here knows the law about some things.”
“I think you know my name’s not Rufus.”
“Oh. Just a guess. So sorry. Well maybe I should be going...oh. Before I do. I took the liberty of gathering up your clothes out of the guest room. Folded them and put them in my car.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I took your clothes and they’re in my car. You obviously don’t need them.”
“I’d like them back. My clothes.” Standing totally nude, most men would have been intimidated or felt vulnerable or exposed, but not Bob. Totally nude though he was, he stood proudly and boldly before his adversary.
“Hey that’s a great pose,” the white boy taunted and held up his phone, recording both their nude images, but with Bob’s in the foreground. Then he walked up to within arm’s length of Bob, focusing the phone’s camera on his genitals.
“You’re recording me without my consent,” Bob said, patiently, obviously struggling to control himself.
“Fuck you Rufus,” the white boy sneered.
Bob reached out, grabbed the white boy’s pasty hand, twisted his arm, twirled him around, twisted the hand behind the white boy’s back and heard the phone fall on the ground. The white boy’s arm was like a chicken bone. His whole body was bony and fragile, more than Bob had imagined.
“Pick up the phone,” he ordered her. “Pick it up.”
She grabbed up the phone.
With Bob’s muscular left arm around his neck and his arm twisted behind his back by Bob’s other arm, the white boy could only gurgle, and try to speak, unintelligibly.
“Where are my clothes,” Bob asked him, barely above a whisper. “Give me my clothes and I’ll let you go. Give me back my clothes.”
“I was just bluffing,” the white boy choked. “They’re still in the guest room. Look. You can see for yourself. I’ll show you.”
Bob walked the white boy one step at a time into the guest room, not releasing his grip.
“See there,” wheezed the white boy. “There they are. Right where you left them. Your clothes. I didn’t take any of them.”
“Bob!” It was her voice.
“Bob. Turn him around. Toward me.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
With his arms pinned helplessly behind his back, the white intruder could only stand helplessly while she unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down around his ankles. Then she pulled off his shoes, and pulled off his trousers, one leg at a time. Next came his boxer shorts. He was naked from the waist down.
“What the Hell!” the white boy gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll just put these out in your car so you’ll have them when you leave.”
She turned ran outside opened and closed the trunk, ran back in and put the keys to his car in his shirt pocket.
“Let him go now.”
The white boy was struggling against the grip of the powerful black man, the black man who just a few minutes earlier he’d insulted and mocked. Then the black man released his grip and the white boy broke free and whirled around to face them.
“You’ll be sorry you did this.”
Then he realized he was bare from the waist down and he used both hands to cover up his tiny genitals. It was pathetic actually. His dick was no more than an inch and a half and his balls were like a wall nuts in a tight scrotum that barely extended from his body.
“I’m sorry now,” she said and she obviously meant it. She could only imagine how humiliating it was for him with his spindly, fragile body and his tiny dick and balls to be in the same room with a black man like Bob.
“I am sorry. You’ve got your car keys. I put them in your pocket. Please...” she pleaded with him. “Please just go. You’ve done enough. Please just go and forget this ever happened. For once in your life just shut up and don’t tell anyone. It won’t do anyone any good, least of all you. Please.”
“What about my phone.”
“I’ll see that it gets back to you. I really will. I just can’t have you running around with what you recorded. Please have some respect.”
“Respect? For you, you fucking whore who fucks niggers.”
“Please. Just go. Just go.”
Bob wanted to kick the hell out of him but he felt an obligation to respect her wishes. The phone could be erased and it would not be in the white boy’s interest to admit how he’d been taken down by a black man.
The white man whirled around walked briskly out of the house. They heard the front door slam behind him, heard his car door open and the engine start and him driving away.
“God. He didn’t even put his pants on,” she laughed. “Imagine that. Driving down the road with no pants. Hope he doesn’t get stopped.”
“What now baby?”
“What now? Well we get the Hell out of here.”
“Why?”
“Suppose he calls the cops?”
“Fuck him. We didn’t do anything.”
“Brave words. I’m sure your lawyer will say the same thing when you’re being tried for assault or something.”
“We can’t just run off.”
“We can and we will. Just trust me. Please. Get dressed and let’s get going. Christmas is coming and I don’t want this to spoil it. Believe me.”
She looked at him. “Don’t you believe me? That was ...” she pointed out to the back yard. “That was magic out there, before he showed up. That was....”
“Oh God baby.”
“That was the first time in my life I ever felt like a woman. Do you know what that means? Please. I know you want to kick the Hell out of him and he deserved it and you could have easily done it. But there’s more at stake than just kicking his ass. Much more.”
“Ok Baby. I’ll get dressed and we’ll hit the road.”
After frantically dressing, getting in his car and heading out down the road, they passed a police car coming from the other direction with its lights on and its siren blarring and going like Hell.
“Oh shit!” she cursed.
“Oh shit,” he repeated. “He’s stopping and turning around.”
“Turn left here!” she shouted. “Just turn left.”
On two wheels he turned left going away.
“Turn right at the next street and then turn left and then go like Hell.”
“Got it baby.”
In the distance behind them they heard the police car’s siren getting louder and closer at first but then fading away. She knew her way around Palos Verdes and they were off the hill in a few minutes and out of the jurisdiction of the local cops.
“Can I ask you something?” she said, quietly.
“Sure.”
“Do you know what road head is?”
He laughed.
“Yeah baby. I think I do.”
“Well if you unzip and take it out, I would love to suck your beautiful dick...if you think you could handle that.”
“I think I could handle it.”
“Let me do it for you.” She leaned over, unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper, pulled out his wonderful dick, leaned over and heard him gasp and felt his body stiffen as she started sucking. Not so romantic as a hill side rendevous, but wonderful just the same. She’d never forget it and neither would he.
Christmas was only a week away.
“Know what I think about? Up here? Looking down at millions of people?”
“What?”
“I think about how quiet it is here. I think about how open in tall is. We’re open to the whole world. Yet none of them can see us at all. Not of their shit effects us up here. It’s just silent. Sometimes you can here the traffic passing by, sometimes neighbors on either side of the house...but the rest of the time...it’s just dead silence. Dead silence but millions of people and we can see them all, but we’re invisible to them.”
“Yeah. I know what you mean.”
“Up here in the quiet and in the plain view, nothing matters except to the people who are here. Right now that’s you and me. All this black studies stuff?”
“What about it?”
“It’s all based on anger and grievance and conflict. Different people with different interests. Different histories and all kinds of hatreds. Down there in class, it’s all we think of. Visiting these churches and going through the motions of some bullshit assignment, the conflict is there but everybody pretends it isn’t.
“But up here....look down at all those millions of people who hate each other. We can see them but they don’t matter anymore and the hatred and anger and grievances. None of it matters up here on the side of the hill looking down. It’s just quiet, quiet and isolated. The only thing that matters here is the people here. Now that’s us. You and me.”
“I’ve never seen anything like this. It’s all new to me, but you’ve obviously thought about it.”
“Well yes I have. I came from a small community, all white, and attended all white schools and an all white church my whole life and now this. This!”
She swept her arm at the city below.
“See that beach...right below us?”
“Yeah.”
“Ever been there?”
“No. No. I’m not much of a beach person.”
“Well before I came here I wasn’t either. It’s dark down there. No lights at night. I mean really private.”
“Sounds great.”
“In the summer time it’s really great. Warm down there at night. Cooler than the city, but still warm enough to be comfortable on the beach at night. Kind of cool to walk along the beach at night. Almost pitch black. Millions of people just up the hill and you’re all alone and isolated down there at night.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Not much sound. Mostly it’s quiet, but I know what you mean.”
“Well up here or down there, all the conflict of the world disappears and people can really get serious about knowing each other.”
“You want to know me better?” He was getting bolder.
“Of course I do. You know, I’m glad you agreed to come here. I like being with you. Riding in the car with you. Attending church with you. I liked the black church best.”
“Really? The black church? Why?”
She shrugged.
“I could feel everybody staring at me. All of them. All of them wondering what the fuck are you doing here, white girl?”
“No one said that.”
“No one had to. It was obvious how they felt about me.”
“But you liked that best?”
“Yes I did. I knew I wasn’t really welcome there, but I also knew that you would protect me from anything that would happen. I had you. I felt safe with you, apart from everything else.”
“Everything else?”
“Yeah. More to it than just sitting next to each other in church or in the car...being together. You and me.”
“I like it too.”
“So different from being with white boys.”
“Different how?”
She smiled.
“Oh lots of ways. You have black cool. Black confidence. Black patience.”
“I do?”
“Sure. I know you want to fuck me. I know you want me to suck your dick. But you’re being all cool about it. Real patient. I like that.”
He shrugged. “Glad to be of service.”
“I know the white guys talk about me. About how I suck their dicks. They all have expectations. Like they’re owed something. You know?”
“Owed something?”
“Yeah. Like I owe it to them to suck them off all the time. Like it’s my duty and I have no say in it. They’re just supposed to unzip and I’m supposed to get down on my knees.”
“That’s not very nice.”
“No. They’re not very nice. Instead of being grateful, they act all entitled. Like I have no choice in the matter.”
She looked out over the valley below.
“Hey. Let’s walk out from under the shade and to the edge of the yard. So we’re away from the house and everything. Totally isolated. You handle that?”
“Sure.”
“One more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Can you handle taking of those trunks?”
He was surprised by her sudden request. Somehow he felt as though he’d passed some kind of test.
“Sure. You taking off too?”
She licked her lips. “Yeah. I think so.”
“She responded by pulling off her top, tossing it on the chaise lounge and then pulling down her bottoms. Except for her slippers and sun glasses and her broad brimmed hat, she was totally nude. She hadn’t been teasing before.
“Now you.”
“Sure.”
“He pulled down the swimming trunks, which wasn’t very difficult because it was a couple of sizes too big for him. Now he too was nude.
Her eyes swept up and down, pausing to stare at his dick. Her eyes widened and she licked her lips.
“Wow.” She was breathing more heavily. “Wow.”
“Wow what?”
“Well, just.... just wow.” She swallowed and shook her head, incredulously. “Like. It’s the first....the first real penis...the first real penis I’ve ever seen.”
It was his turn to smile.
“Glad you like it.”
“Like it?,” she shook her head, still in seeming disbelief. “I’ve heard of big dicks, but never thought they really existed. You know. Like a myth. But you’re...you’re at least nine inches. And you’re still soft.”
“Probably not for long,” he warned her.
“Oh my God!”
His dick was rising even as they spoke.
“Come on. Let’s get out in front of the whole world.”
She took his hand and they both walked briskly passed the pool to the back edge of the property line, overlooking the entire LA Metropolitan area. For several moments they both just stood there silently enjoying the moment, experiencing each other’s presence and looking down at the tiny ant like vehicles moving along streets in the distance.
In the corner of his eye, in the periphery of his vision he could se her breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily. After a few moments each looked at the other, she up at him and he down at her. He was so much taller than she was. Why had she never noticed it before? His shoulders were broad, his arms were well muscled and his torso was lean and slender. And his dick....it was breathtaking. Literally. Suddenly without warning or any prefatory statement, he took her arm, firmly but gently, and pulled her to him and kissed her. He was so gentle and confident. Just gently pulled her to him and leaned down and kissed her. Pressed against him like that she felt the hardness and the power of his amazing cock. It was as big as one of her forearms. Well not literally. That wouldn’t be possible, would it? It was....it was perfect. Just perfect. Bigger now that it was fully erect, it glistened in the sunlight, it’s smoothness emphasizing the powerful, blood gorged veins just below the surface of the skin. There was one huge bulging vein that extended lengthwise and then branched out into smaller, veins that spread all over.
The little white dicks she’d seen before were nothing like this. It was as though those pasty, pale colorless little things were just baby penises and this one, this black one, was fully grown. Hmmmm...she wondered. How come white boy penises never grew up, but black boy penises did? Why did white boy penises never get any bigger than when they were little boys? There must be some reason, some biological reason.
Her first real penis. She knew now why those white girls at her church ended up pregnant by black boys. No more curiosity about that. It was obvious. A dick like that...My God! It was like having a ruler inserted into you, all the way into you. She tried to visualize the full length of his incredible penis sliding into her all the way....balls deep they called it. Balls deep!
And speaking of balls deep...speaking of balls. She’d never seen anything like those. They were huge. Absolutely huge. And they hung and swung. She wondered what it would feel like having them smack into her if he fucked her. She wondered if they were as heavy as they looked. They just looked so heavy, hanging there like that.
More than that, it was her first real kiss. Her first real kiss. He was tender yet so strong. So skilled. So confident. No fumbling like with white boys. No uncertainty. No shattered moments or diminished expectations. Just passion and strength and confidence. He was so unlike any white boy she’d ever known.
They paused together, she in his arms, feeling his body, his huge cock, his strength, his firmness. Standing out there on a hill side in full view of millions of people...ant like people below them in the city. Of course none of those people, mostly white people, could actually see them because they were so tiny against the side of the hill. None could see her standing next to this wonderful ebony giant. So big. So tall. So powerful.
Each could feel the other’s breathing. Each could feel each other’s excitement and passion.
“God,” she said, barely above a whisper, as if out of breath. “Oh my God!”
“What baby?” he asked her gently. “What?”
“That was wonderful. Just wonderful. Like nothing I’ve ever known. I mean nothing.”
He laughed.
“Glad you liked it. Glad I didn’t disappoint.”
“Disappoint! Oh my God no. The only thing wrong, the only thing missing...”
“Missing? What’s missing?”
“People. It’s just that....anything this incredible, so wonderful, should be shared. We should be up on a stage or something. We should be up on a platform in an auditorium with thousands watching. We should be ...”
She paused, as if reflecting on some private thought.
“Should be...”
“Should be in my church. In my church.”
“Your church?” He was mystified.
“Yes. In my church. Right up there in front of everyone. Right in front of all the white people I’ve known my whole life. We should be up in front of them like this, totally nude in each other’s arms and you with that incredible penis of yours.”
“You really think that’s a good idea?”
“Probably not a good idea, but a natural idea.”
“Natural?”
“What could be more natural than to share with others the first real happiness I’ve ever known?”
“What happiness is that?”
The voice that shattered the moment and shattered the silence between them was a jeering, taunting mocking voice of a white man. He could tell it instantly. Someone had crept up silently behind them.
They whirled around to face a white twenty something, tall and slender with brown hair and delicate white skin. A white man. So thin, so diminutive and so....so fragile. So pale. So pasty. He looked like a white porcelain doll to which facial features had been painstakingly painted on and over which doll like clothes had been fitted. He looked fragile. He looked as though he’d break if handled roughly, as though he’d shatter into a hundred pieces if handled roughly.
It seemed utterly ridiculous, but Bob wondered. Did this white doll have a penis? Most dolls didn’t. What about this one? Of course he must have one. He was a person after all and not a doll. She’d admitted sucking white dicks before. Was this guy one of them? Had she sucked his dick before?
They both just stood silently, completely taken by surprise.
The white boy’s face was twisted into an ugly smerck.
“Aren’t you going to introduce me to your little friend?” the white boy taunted her, even as his eyes lowered to inspect the spectacular erect black penis before him. Did he shudder at the sight of Bob’s beautiful dick,....did he really shudder or was it just her imagination. The white boy’s face got more grotesque, more ugly. He was actually quite cute. He was what white girls called a “cute” guy. All of his cuteness, however, had been transformed into a twisted, ugly troll like countenance as he glared contemptuously at both of them.
“No wonder you didn’t want to go to brunch with us. You obviously had something different in mind. I’m sure you have a perfectly logical explanation for this.”
“For what? For what? How did you get in here? You have no right to be here.”
“You left the front door open. Not just unlocked, but part way open. I just came in. Is this your new boyfriend?”
“He’s a friend. Someone I met in school.”
“Ah yes. Black Studies. That must be it. You said it was an interesting class. No one had any idea what you really meant. So how much further do you intend to go? I should have just stayed back and watched from the window. Things were getting really interesting.”
“You should have stayed away al together. You have no right to be here. No right at all. I don’t answer to you for anything.”
“Well maybe not. One way or the other, I got it all on film.” He held up his IPHONE. “All on here. I’m sure your parents will enjoy seeing it...seeing their ******** in ‘living color.’ With her new boyfriend of color. Isn’t that what they call it?”
“Hey man,” Bob spoke, patiently. “Why don’t you just delete it from your phone. No need to go public with any of this.”
“No need?”
“Private moments between two people...no need for that to be all over the net. Besides, you recorded her, recorded us without our permission or our knowledge in as private place where we had an expectation of privacy.”
“‘An expectation of privacy.’” The white boy’s voice was mocking. “An expectation of privacy.’ Really? Are you some kind of lawyer or something?”
“I’m not a lawyer but I know the law about some things.”
“Well Rufus here knows the law about some things.”
“I think you know my name’s not Rufus.”
“Oh. Just a guess. So sorry. Well maybe I should be going...oh. Before I do. I took the liberty of gathering up your clothes out of the guest room. Folded them and put them in my car.”
“What?”
“Yeah. I took your clothes and they’re in my car. You obviously don’t need them.”
“I’d like them back. My clothes.” Standing totally nude, most men would have been intimidated or felt vulnerable or exposed, but not Bob. Totally nude though he was, he stood proudly and boldly before his adversary.
“Hey that’s a great pose,” the white boy taunted and held up his phone, recording both their nude images, but with Bob’s in the foreground. Then he walked up to within arm’s length of Bob, focusing the phone’s camera on his genitals.
“You’re recording me without my consent,” Bob said, patiently, obviously struggling to control himself.
“Fuck you Rufus,” the white boy sneered.
Bob reached out, grabbed the white boy’s pasty hand, twisted his arm, twirled him around, twisted the hand behind the white boy’s back and heard the phone fall on the ground. The white boy’s arm was like a chicken bone. His whole body was bony and fragile, more than Bob had imagined.
“Pick up the phone,” he ordered her. “Pick it up.”
She grabbed up the phone.
With Bob’s muscular left arm around his neck and his arm twisted behind his back by Bob’s other arm, the white boy could only gurgle, and try to speak, unintelligibly.
“Where are my clothes,” Bob asked him, barely above a whisper. “Give me my clothes and I’ll let you go. Give me back my clothes.”
“I was just bluffing,” the white boy choked. “They’re still in the guest room. Look. You can see for yourself. I’ll show you.”
Bob walked the white boy one step at a time into the guest room, not releasing his grip.
“See there,” wheezed the white boy. “There they are. Right where you left them. Your clothes. I didn’t take any of them.”
“Bob!” It was her voice.
“Bob. Turn him around. Toward me.”
“What?”
“Just do it.”
With his arms pinned helplessly behind his back, the white intruder could only stand helplessly while she unbuckled his belt, unfastened and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down around his ankles. Then she pulled off his shoes, and pulled off his trousers, one leg at a time. Next came his boxer shorts. He was naked from the waist down.
“What the Hell!” the white boy gasped. “What are you doing?”
“I’ll just put these out in your car so you’ll have them when you leave.”
She turned ran outside opened and closed the trunk, ran back in and put the keys to his car in his shirt pocket.
“Let him go now.”
The white boy was struggling against the grip of the powerful black man, the black man who just a few minutes earlier he’d insulted and mocked. Then the black man released his grip and the white boy broke free and whirled around to face them.
“You’ll be sorry you did this.”
Then he realized he was bare from the waist down and he used both hands to cover up his tiny genitals. It was pathetic actually. His dick was no more than an inch and a half and his balls were like a wall nuts in a tight scrotum that barely extended from his body.
“I’m sorry now,” she said and she obviously meant it. She could only imagine how humiliating it was for him with his spindly, fragile body and his tiny dick and balls to be in the same room with a black man like Bob.
“I am sorry. You’ve got your car keys. I put them in your pocket. Please...” she pleaded with him. “Please just go. You’ve done enough. Please just go and forget this ever happened. For once in your life just shut up and don’t tell anyone. It won’t do anyone any good, least of all you. Please.”
“What about my phone.”
“I’ll see that it gets back to you. I really will. I just can’t have you running around with what you recorded. Please have some respect.”
“Respect? For you, you fucking whore who fucks niggers.”
“Please. Just go. Just go.”
Bob wanted to kick the hell out of him but he felt an obligation to respect her wishes. The phone could be erased and it would not be in the white boy’s interest to admit how he’d been taken down by a black man.
The white man whirled around walked briskly out of the house. They heard the front door slam behind him, heard his car door open and the engine start and him driving away.
“God. He didn’t even put his pants on,” she laughed. “Imagine that. Driving down the road with no pants. Hope he doesn’t get stopped.”
“What now baby?”
“What now? Well we get the Hell out of here.”
“Why?”
“Suppose he calls the cops?”
“Fuck him. We didn’t do anything.”
“Brave words. I’m sure your lawyer will say the same thing when you’re being tried for assault or something.”
“We can’t just run off.”
“We can and we will. Just trust me. Please. Get dressed and let’s get going. Christmas is coming and I don’t want this to spoil it. Believe me.”
She looked at him. “Don’t you believe me? That was ...” she pointed out to the back yard. “That was magic out there, before he showed up. That was....”
“Oh God baby.”
“That was the first time in my life I ever felt like a woman. Do you know what that means? Please. I know you want to kick the Hell out of him and he deserved it and you could have easily done it. But there’s more at stake than just kicking his ass. Much more.”
“Ok Baby. I’ll get dressed and we’ll hit the road.”
After frantically dressing, getting in his car and heading out down the road, they passed a police car coming from the other direction with its lights on and its siren blarring and going like Hell.
“Oh shit!” she cursed.
“Oh shit,” he repeated. “He’s stopping and turning around.”
“Turn left here!” she shouted. “Just turn left.”
On two wheels he turned left going away.
“Turn right at the next street and then turn left and then go like Hell.”
“Got it baby.”
In the distance behind them they heard the police car’s siren getting louder and closer at first but then fading away. She knew her way around Palos Verdes and they were off the hill in a few minutes and out of the jurisdiction of the local cops.
“Can I ask you something?” she said, quietly.
“Sure.”
“Do you know what road head is?”
He laughed.
“Yeah baby. I think I do.”
“Well if you unzip and take it out, I would love to suck your beautiful dick...if you think you could handle that.”
“I think I could handle it.”
“Let me do it for you.” She leaned over, unbuckled his pants, pulled down his zipper, pulled out his wonderful dick, leaned over and heard him gasp and felt his body stiffen as she started sucking. Not so romantic as a hill side rendevous, but wonderful just the same. She’d never forget it and neither would he.
Christmas was only a week away.
