After divesting themselves of the rest of their clothing, the lovers returned to their bed, glad that the room looked a bit more lived-in.
"Your mom seems really nice, Scott."
"Yeah, my folks are great. We've had a couple rough patches in the past, but we mostly get along great. How about you?"
"Lost my father when I was ten years old; a drunk-driver smacked into his car. My mom did a great job of raising my younger sister, Laura, and I. We weren't Bill Gates rich, but we were near the upper-middle-class level. How about you, Scott; any siblings?"
"Nope. My cousin Alexis came to live with us for about six months, though; her parents were having some issues, so they thought it'd be best for her to get away for a while. She was sort of like a sister."
"Sounds interesting. I guess we'd have to meet each other's families eventually. Your parents wouldn't be upset about me, would they?" Tanya leaned her head on Scott's shoulder, looking up at her boyfriend.
"Why would they?"
"Because I'm black."
Scott looked quizically at his lover. "You're black?" After their laughter faded away, Scott remarked, "To paraphrase Stu Redman, 'Southern don't mean racist'."
The conversation continued between them for a while, learning how much they shared in terms of interests. Before too long, they started kissing and touching again. That night, Tanya introduced her inexperienced lover to 69'ing. They sampled the delights of anal sex, tit-fucking and enormous orgasms that got better and better each time (whether this was due to Nurse Pennyweather's medications, or his love of Tanya, neither of them could tell). Their last two fuck-sessions became much less feverish and more romantic and emotional. Finally, after intense orgasms, and once more declaring their love for each other, they drifted to sleep in each other's arms.
They slept deeply until the next morning, Scott woken up first by the sunlight filtering through the window. Their arms still wrapped around one another, Scott smiled, happy to realize that the events of the previous day weren't just a dream. Still half-asleep, Scott leaned down to plant a soft, loving kiss on Tanya's forehead.
Even in the morning, after a night filled with sweat, passion and raw, animal sex - even with cum, sweat and saliva residue dried on their bodies and faces - Scott looked at the gorgeous black sistah with nothing but love and lust in his heart. He ran a hand lightly down Tanya's chest and watched her nipples harden immediately. Tanya stirred slightly, a light moan escaping her smiling lips. |