Ethan came in the door just as he had two days earlier. She abruptly turned away from him.
“What are you looking for?” Ethan asked.
She ignored him.
“Nice day,” he said.
She glared at him, then quickly turned and hurried to the basement.
“Oops,” Jenny said when Ebony came downstairs. “The other mop was down here all the time.”
Jenny walked into Ethan’s study, and though Ebony didn’t want to enter, she followed her friend. The room looked just the same as it had the last time she saw it five years ago. There was a cot in the corner covered with the same blanket she remembered.
One day, when they were alone, Ebony was wearing short shorts and a light T-shirt. They began kissing on that cot, and Ethan felt her breasts for a long time, squeezing them and kneading the pliable flesh. He then started rubbing her between the legs, and Ebony remembered the glorious sensations. She lifted her top and bra, pulled his face to her breasts, and moaned like mad as he licked and sucked her nipples. As he did it, he kept rubbing her. The pressure built up to such a degree that she couldn’t stand it any longer. She pulled her shorts and panties off, stood on the cot and pulled his face into her wet, hot pussy. His tongue was like a magic wand. It found her hidden secrets and brought her to the peak of stimulation. He clasped her big, soft bottom, moaned wildly, and licked as if drunken with passion. His white skin contrasted so sharply to her black skin that it was amazing her, but then she felt a volcanic power, as if lava, bubbling for a long time, suddenly surged out in a violent eruption. Ebony whimpered and groaned, thrashing about in spasms of delight, but Ethan continued to hold her squirming body, licking and tasting her pussy. When the orgasm finally subsided, she lay on the cot and looked up at him. He literally looked as if he was intoxicated, his smile full and bright.
“What are you thinking about?” Jenny asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Ebony said, taking a deep breath and snapping out of her reverie.
Jenny started straightening things up as Ebony observed the crammed bookcases, a writing desk and drafting table, framed drawings of houses and nature scenes, and a wall of shelves. Ebony walked to the shelves Ethan’s father had built and looked at the dozens of trophies. The top two rows contained medallions and awards for outstanding achievements in academics and art. The five lower rows consisted of trophies for baseball, wrestling, jujitsu, and track. Ebony read time after time words such as: “Top Male Athlete,”“Most Valuable Player,”“Top Batting Average,”“Top Pitcher.” On the bottom shelf were scrapbooks, the pages of which Ebony had looked through a hundred times. She was tempted to leaf through them once again and probably would have if she was alone.
Jenny motioned to Ebony after moving a chair. “Look at all this dust. Ethan could have an asthma attack in here.”
I hope he chokes , Ebony thought.
“We’re having homemade pizza today. Would you like to stay?”
“No.”
“Are you going to be friends with Ethan?” Jenny asked bluntly as she washed the floor.
Ebony started washing the other half of the room. “I hope we won’t be enemies.”
“What about me? You’re the only real friend I’ve got.”
“You have a boyfriend, and I think you and Rebecca are getting close.”
“I hardly even know Rebecca. Besides, she’s married and has commitments.”
“You have a brother,” Ebony said.
Jenny thought about that for a moment. “You know, I hate to admit it, but Ethan is almost a complete stranger to me.”
“At least you’ve got family. That’s more than I ever had.”
“You’ve got me.”
“And you’ve got me,” Ebony answered shortly, “the perfect excuse. If you can’t make up your mind whether or not to commit to Bill, don’t keep telling him you’re responsible for me because of what your brother did. I don’t want to be your
“What are you looking for?” Ethan asked.
She ignored him.
“Nice day,” he said.
She glared at him, then quickly turned and hurried to the basement.
“Oops,” Jenny said when Ebony came downstairs. “The other mop was down here all the time.”
Jenny walked into Ethan’s study, and though Ebony didn’t want to enter, she followed her friend. The room looked just the same as it had the last time she saw it five years ago. There was a cot in the corner covered with the same blanket she remembered.
One day, when they were alone, Ebony was wearing short shorts and a light T-shirt. They began kissing on that cot, and Ethan felt her breasts for a long time, squeezing them and kneading the pliable flesh. He then started rubbing her between the legs, and Ebony remembered the glorious sensations. She lifted her top and bra, pulled his face to her breasts, and moaned like mad as he licked and sucked her nipples. As he did it, he kept rubbing her. The pressure built up to such a degree that she couldn’t stand it any longer. She pulled her shorts and panties off, stood on the cot and pulled his face into her wet, hot pussy. His tongue was like a magic wand. It found her hidden secrets and brought her to the peak of stimulation. He clasped her big, soft bottom, moaned wildly, and licked as if drunken with passion. His white skin contrasted so sharply to her black skin that it was amazing her, but then she felt a volcanic power, as if lava, bubbling for a long time, suddenly surged out in a violent eruption. Ebony whimpered and groaned, thrashing about in spasms of delight, but Ethan continued to hold her squirming body, licking and tasting her pussy. When the orgasm finally subsided, she lay on the cot and looked up at him. He literally looked as if he was intoxicated, his smile full and bright.
“What are you thinking about?” Jenny asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Ebony said, taking a deep breath and snapping out of her reverie.
Jenny started straightening things up as Ebony observed the crammed bookcases, a writing desk and drafting table, framed drawings of houses and nature scenes, and a wall of shelves. Ebony walked to the shelves Ethan’s father had built and looked at the dozens of trophies. The top two rows contained medallions and awards for outstanding achievements in academics and art. The five lower rows consisted of trophies for baseball, wrestling, jujitsu, and track. Ebony read time after time words such as: “Top Male Athlete,”“Most Valuable Player,”“Top Batting Average,”“Top Pitcher.” On the bottom shelf were scrapbooks, the pages of which Ebony had looked through a hundred times. She was tempted to leaf through them once again and probably would have if she was alone.
Jenny motioned to Ebony after moving a chair. “Look at all this dust. Ethan could have an asthma attack in here.”
I hope he chokes , Ebony thought.
“We’re having homemade pizza today. Would you like to stay?”
“No.”
“Are you going to be friends with Ethan?” Jenny asked bluntly as she washed the floor.
Ebony started washing the other half of the room. “I hope we won’t be enemies.”
“What about me? You’re the only real friend I’ve got.”
“You have a boyfriend, and I think you and Rebecca are getting close.”
“I hardly even know Rebecca. Besides, she’s married and has commitments.”
“You have a brother,” Ebony said.
Jenny thought about that for a moment. “You know, I hate to admit it, but Ethan is almost a complete stranger to me.”
“At least you’ve got family. That’s more than I ever had.”
“You’ve got me.”
“And you’ve got me,” Ebony answered shortly, “the perfect excuse. If you can’t make up your mind whether or not to commit to Bill, don’t keep telling him you’re responsible for me because of what your brother did. I don’t want to be your
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