Black on White: Book four of four [NOOK Book]

Overview

Angel was aware the conversation was making her young man nervous. She hoped this didn’t frighten him away, but it was time to quit the small talk and get down to more serious issues.. “You ever know a girl real well, you know, really well?” Angel asked, as her knees parted noticeably....He gasped at the expose’. Sitting directly across from him with that skimpy dress hiked well up over her lovely knees, Angel, tantalizingly parted those slim white thighs of hers. Underneath, she was wearing nothing more than the day she was born. ...In plain view was her dark, hairy bush. The thin cotton dress emphasized the outline of her breasts, even allowing the nipples to show. Only the flimsiest of cloth separated this white woman from him...“He was so youthful and awkward,” she later remembered, amused, and maybe even a little sympathetic at his shy demeanor. His words slurred in obsessed confusion, she delighted in his rapture and hesitant yearning.
...“If colored people blush, I’ve sure got him doing that now. He’s pretending not to notice what I’m showing him but he wants to see me so bad he can’t stand it. Look at that bulge in his pants. Bet he’d fly out of that kitchen chair if I grabbed hold of his big one.”
...“Did you ever have a white woman?”
...No ma’am!
...“Did you ever have a colored girl?”
...No ma’am! I mean, yes!
...Her handsome colored youth was stammering and really sweating by now. Angle wasn’t sure if her smiling attempts to ease his embarrassment at such personal questions were working at all.
“You don’t need to be afraid of me, which is it? Come on honey, you can tell me. Did you or didn’t you?”
Her young colored man was making desperate attempts to regain self composure. Pulled red bandanna from his back pocket, he began wiping some of that sweat from his brow.
“I don’t want you to think I lie, Miss Angel. I also don’t want you to think I be wrong. It was my half sister, Abby. She had lots of men before me, but she was going away. She wanted to do something real special, be my first woman. She and I did it once, the last day before she went to Chicago.”
Abe was breathing easier now. His confession didn’t seem to bother this pretty white lady hardly at all. His gaze was starting to shift downward again, down, or was it up? Anyway, he could hardly take his eyes off what she was showing him, that curly brown hair up where her pale legs ended.
“She said it was good with me. She told me I was really large ‘down there’, the best she ever had.”
Abe could tell his confession was exciting to Angel, the way she was shifting around on that chair, the flushed way her blue eyes were looking at him all eager like.
“I’ll bet you really are good. You’d be good in bed just like your sister said. Show me your thing; what your sister says is so big. You’ve been looking at mine. You like what you see, don’t you?”
Sure he felt inhibited with this grown woman talking this way, but this time Abe’s erection wasn’t going away like it did when his woman first started talking so suggestive. He wasn’t making any attempt to hide it either.
“Yes ma’am! It’s not that. I don’t think you should see it cause that might lead to something else. My Gran said I’d get in all kinds of trouble if I did anything bad with a white woman.
Angel, pretending to pout, knew she was pushing this boy farther than she’d ever imagine doing, but this was about more than simply revenge. He was on the hook anyway, that bulge sticking up in the front of his pants gave him away.
Smiling now, she was determined to talk this young man out of his pants.
“You don’t like me. You don’t find me pretty enough, not lovely like your sister. You probably shouldn’t have done her, but you did anyway. Now you’re sit here talking with me, telling me how big your thing is and won’t even show me.”
“Please,” she coaxed.
“You’ve never seen a white woman naked before me and I’ve never seen a black man. I’ve shown you me and now you won’t let me see you.”
Ah, the power of persuasion. She could tell he was talked into it by the way his expression changed. Up out of the kitchen chair now, his hands were hesitantly reaching towards his fly.
It was obvious her young colored never filled this kind of request before, the way he was acting so shy.
Abe, all blinking and shaky, was kind of mumbling out his acceptance.
“Okay, Mz. Angel, I’ll let you see. We shouldn’t do anything, though. I have to tell you, it’s