Chapter 2

“You sure you don’t want me to come along?” Steve asked. This was on Friday afternoon, the day before my parents’ twentieth wedding anniversary. A real milestone for them and a good excuse for a big family reunion. Everyone would be there and if I showed up with my white boyfriend...

“No.” I wrinkled my nose at him as I threw some clothes in my duffle bag. “I’m just gonna go tonight; help cook and get stuff set up, you know.”

“I can cook.” He grinned at me from the foot of my bed. I knew he really wanted to have sex, but I was running late.

“I know you can, baby.” I smiled sweetly. “If we’re not careful, you’ll be cooking a bun in my oven, too.”

“You should get on the pill,” Steve said.

“And you should remember to buy condoms!” I giggled, but he had a point maybe. He wasn’t a boy scout or anything.

“But you know, Kylie, maybe putting a little bun in your sexy oven isn’t such a bad idea.” He teased, grabbing me as I passed by and pulling me to the bed. Steve wrapped me up nicely in his strong arms and kissed me like he meant it. I welcomed his tongue and moaned into his mouth, almost giving in to our desires. Almost.

“You’d have to marry me then,” I sighed a little breathlessly, sliding my nose along his.

“Ohhh...” Steve licked his lips. “Introduce me to Mom and Dad and I’ll start browsing jewelry stores.”

“God.” I smiled at the thought. “I will. I promise.”

“But not this weekend, huh?” He gave me a petulant look.

“It’s their anniversary,” I said, like that explained everything.

“And you don’t want to spoil it by bringing a white boy home, sure.” Steve shrugged and reluctantly let me go.

“I love you,” I told him, not moving, but free now. “You know that, right?”

“I know.” He cleared his throat. “I just...”

“Yeah.” I nodded and then I got up. “When am I gonna meet your parents?”

“Thanksgiving, remember?” Steve smiled and that was just about a month or so away, and I did remember. I just wanted to hear it again. “I already told them you’re coming.”

“It’s gonna be cold.” I said, going back to my packing, such as it was. I was just going thirty miles away for a weekend.

“Duluth always is,” Steve agreed. “But don’t worry, I’ll keep you warm.”

“Heh!” I grinned at him. “What’s your parents gonna think of that?”

“They know,” he answered. “I told them.”

“What?” I stared at him. “You told your parents we sleep together?”

“Well...” he shrugged. “I think they already figured that out when I told them I was in love.”

I rolled my eyes. “You told them you’re in love?”

“Yeah, I dunno.” He grinned at me. “It slipped out.”

“Ohhh...” I shook my head feeling vaguely embarrassed. His parents knew I had sex with their son? They hadn’t even met me yet! “It must be nice.”

“What’s that, Kylie?”

“Being able to tell your parents you love a girl. A black girl,” I added. “They didn’t say anything?”

Steve grinned. “Oh, well ... I didn’t really tell them you’re black.”

“What?” I gasped and he laughed.

“I’m kidding! Yeah, of course I told them and no, they didn’t say anything.” Steve explained. “They just said I’d better be a gentleman. There’s nothing wrong with who we are, Kylie.”

I sighed. “Yeah. I know.”

“Good.” He smiled and reached out to give my butt a half-pinch, half-squeeze.

“A gentleman, huh?” I giggled and slapped his hand away. “I’m gonna tell them about how you’re being mean to me.”

“Heh!” Steve chuckled. “Uh-huh, thanks. I haven’t been spanked in ten years; I’m due.”

“Yeah, you are,” I agreed, zipping up my bag. “Bad boy. Go buy some condoms. I need to beat the traffic.”

“I’m going to miss you,” he sighed, and I crawled on top of him for one more kiss and a real squeeze of my ass. “Call me, okay?”

“Yeah, right!” I laughed, wriggling my butt beneath his hands. “I know you’ll be partying with your buddies.”

“What? No...”

“Just don’t let me find out you guys are hitting strip clubs or anything.” I kissed him lightly. “I’ll be seriously jealous!”

“I love you.” He kissed me again.

“Hey hey!” I smiled, walking into the kitchen and the gang was all there.

“Hi, Kylie,” they sorta said in unison. Mostly.

My mom gave me a kiss and then I had to get kissed by her two sisters, and my cousin Flora. And then my dad’s sister and his niece, Fauna, and my grandma had to get a hug, of course, and her sister ... You get the idea. It was wall to wall women, all of them related in one way or another, and they were in a fine mood for gossip. Mostly about me and my love life, apparently, as if I wasn’t even there. They weren’t exactly shy. The only one missing was Natalie. I looked around the kitchen as if she might be hiding under the table or something, but she wasn’t there.

“Where’s Nat?” I wondered, and my mother rolled here eyes.

“Your sister wanted to stay out of the way,” she told me. “She’s off spending the night with that Simmons girl.”

“Simmons?” I narrowed my eyes because I didn’t know anyone by that name.

“A black girl, don’t worry,” Mom said, and that was her in a nutshell; thinking I’d even care what color Natalie’s friends were. I hated that crap and I’d grown up with it.

“Oh.” I said, for lack of anything better.

“They just moved into the neighborhood last summer,” she explained. “Nice girl, too. They have a son in the Marines, hmmm ... A little older than you, but...”

“Don’t start, Mom,” I warned her.

“Do you have a boyfriend yet, Kylie?” one of my aunts asked, and I shook my head.

“You’ll find a nice young man,” Grandma decided.

“A boy in medical school,” one of my other aunts agreed.

“That reminds me...” Mom said with a smile, and I knew what was coming. “Have you met Rodney yet?”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so,” I replied, going to work on a pie crust. She knew perfectly well that I hadn’t met the guy, but she had to play her games.

“Well, he’s a very nice young man,” she assured me. I almost laughed when she wiggled her eyebrows, which was about as close as she would ever get to saying the man was hot.

“Uh-huh,” I agreed doubtfully.

“Is that the accountant?” Flora asked. She was just a couple years older than me and looking for a husband of her own, since the one she had was married to someone else.

Flora was the black sheep of the family.

“That’s the one,” Mom said with a frown, just to let the girl know she wasn’t allowed near this Rodney person.

“Ohhh ... He’s a hottie!” Flora giggled, deliberately ignoring my mom’s signals. “I hope he’s coming over.”

“Flora!” Her mom, my Aunt Daisy, gave the girl a look.

“You come on over here and help me with this,” my Aunt Violet said, and she was Flora’s aunt too.

My mom’s name is Rose and yeah, all three sisters were named after flowers by my grandma, whose name is Lily, actually. Grandma loves her garden, but I was glad I wasn’t named after a plant. Flora got named after all of them, being the oldest granddaughter, and that probably explained a lot.

“Anyway,” my mom said, getting back to the subject at hand, “Rodney will be here and he’s so looking forward to meeting you.”

“I bet he is...” I muttered and that earned me a sharp look. “I mean, sure. Yeah, Mom. Great.”

“We’ve told him all about you,” she said, stating the obvious. “He’s very nice.”

“Well, I’ll have to say hello then,” I agreed, because there was no other choice, but I knew he didn’t know all about me. Nobody did, not in that house!

I tried calling Steve later, but of course he wasn’t answering his phone. He would be out with his friends and they were a nice enough bunch of guys. A bunch of wanna-be lawyers, so they liked to argue a lot, but not with me. I got along with them okay. Hopefully, he’d stay out of trouble. Well, of course he would. Steve loved me, right? He would just hang out with the boys, drink some beer and have a good time. When he got a little buzzed, my boyfriend would go back to his room, kiss my picture goodnight, and jerk off in the dark.

Right?

Shoot. He’d better be jerking off, I thought to myself, but that was the problem with having a seriously good looking boyfriend – I felt rather insecure sometimes, even though I knew I shouldn’t have. It was just my lack of confidence showing. That and the fact we’d only been together about six weeks, which wasn’t very long at all. If Steve had been a black boy, I wouldn’t have worried about it, but he wouldn’t have interested me then either. But a cute white boy ... Yeah. That made me nervous.

I tried calling again an hour later and an hour after that. No answer and I frowned, but what could I do?

Well, I called him again, and felt distinctly unhappy when he didn’t pick up.

The evening flew by anyway and I had trouble falling asleep, although I felt physically exhausted. Mentally, however ... He should have picked up at two in the morning, right?

I fell asleep with my phone in my hand.

The next day was the big day! My parents’ anniversary and so that was a lot of fun. A great many people were coming to help us celebrate, friends and relatives, and I needed to get ready of course, but only after I called Steve. I hadn’t gotten in touch with him at all the previous evening and I didn’t much care for that, but I forced myself to relax. It wasn’t the end of the world because my boyfriend had stayed out all night with his friends. He’d probably left his phone in his car or something. He hadn’t been ignoring my calls, no way!

“Morning, sleepyhead!” I wanted to be loud and extra cheerful, just in case he had a hangover. “What are you doing?”

“Kylie?” He almost sounded surprised, like I might be someone else. “Oh. Um ... Sleeping. What are, uh ... What’s going on?”

“Sleeping?” I narrowed my eyes. “You sound pretty awake to me.”

“I mean, yeah.” he cleared his throat. “I was just laying here. I’ve been awake a little, uh ... while. What are you doing?”

“Me?” My little radar was twitching and I frowned. “I’m calling you. Are you alone?”

“What?” he asked, but I knew he’d heard me quite clearly. “Well, yeah. Of course, I’m alone. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Oh ... I dunno,” I sighed and I was listening close, wondering if I’d hear a girl asking who was on the phone or something.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He actually laughed.

“Nothing.” I shook my head and chided myself for being so foolish. “I just miss you.”

“I miss you too,” Steve softly replied.

“What did you do last night?” I wondered.

I really wanted to ask him why he hadn’t answered his phone, or at least called me back when he saw all those missed calls from his girlfriend. I mean, he obviously had his phone now and if he’d really been awake for awhile, just laying there in bed ... Was he doing a guy thing? Probably. But he still should have called me first thing. I mean, his morning wood could have waited five minutes! Right?

“Oh, you know...” he sighed expansively. “I went out with the guys, watched the game on TV and drank too much beer.”

“No wild parties?” I asked with a soft giggle.

“Nope. I was in bed by ten o’clock,” my boyfriend promised me, and then I thought I heard a giggle.

“What was that?” I demanded.

“What was ... what?” Steve asked, slowly.

“I thought I heard someone,” I said, feeling suspicious again.

“Uh, no,” he told me. “Nobody here but me. I’d know if there was, baby.”

“Hmmm ... But would you tell me?” I wondered, and that made him chuckle.

“Probably not,” he admitted.

“That doesn’t make me feel better,” I said with a pout. “You didn’t answer your phone last night.”

“Kylie ... Don’t be jealous, you got no reason to be worried.” His voice was warm and gentle. “I’m with you, baby.”

“I know, but...”

“It was bro night, baby. None of us brought our phones.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, really.” I could hear the man smiling. “And besides, I only kiss black girls, remember?”

“Hmph!” I drew a deep breath, not sure if that made me feel better or not. There weren’t a lot of black girls on campus, but there were some, and...

“Are you gonna invite me over?” Steve asked. “You could look into my eyes.”

“No!” I laughed and again, I felt bad about my thoughts.

“Oh,” he sounded disappointed.

“I’ll mention you...” I said, but that sounded kinda bad. “I mean, I’ll tell my mom that I sorta...”

“Sorta what?” my boyfriend prompted me, and then all that suspicion I’d felt turned into guilt and I frowned at myself.

“I’ll tell them, okay?” I promised. “I will ... Somehow.”

“Hmmm, Kylie,” Steve sighed and I knew he loved me.

“I know.” I swallowed hard. “I’m kind of a coward.”

“No. You do what you think is...” Steve was saying, but I cut him off.

“I gotta go, Janisha! See ya later! Bye!” I hung up the phone quickly.

I hadn’t realized it, but my daddy stood right next to me, his brow furrowed and the corners of his mouth turned down. I blinked at him as I knew that look all too well.

“Talking to Janisha, huh?” Daddy asked, and I nodded slowly.

“Yeah, she uh ... She’s coming over and...”

“I just saw her in the kitchen,” Daddy busted me hard. “Who was that on the phone?”

“Uh...” I smiled weakly. “A friend of mine.”

“I see,” Dad nodded. “A boy ... friend?”

“He’s uhhh ... Yeah.” I licked my lips. “He’s a boy.”

“You didn’t invite him over?” he asked. “Maybe I’d like to meet this boyfriend of yours.”

“He’s not really my boyfriend, Daddy,” I lied. “He’s just ... A friend who happens to be a boy.”

“A friend that you have to call at nine o’clock on a Saturday morning?” He shook his head. “What am I paying for, Kylie? You go to college just so you can meet boys?”

“Daddy!” I felt a little warm and I didn’t want to argue with him, not anytime, but especially not on his anniversary!

“I’m just wondering,” he said. “This boy got a name?”

“Uh, Steve.” I nodded. “And if he ever does get to be my boyfriend, I’ll bring him over, okay? I promise.”

“Hmph.” Daddy didn’t believe me.

“I love you!” I kissed his cheek. “I gotta go downstairs.”

That had been a close call and if there was anything good about it, well, at least I’d told my dad that I knew a boy named Steve. Feeling happy about lying to him though, that was a stretch even for me. Mostly I worried it over in my head while I helped get everything ready for the party.

“Where have you been?” I asked Natalie as she slipped into the house. It was after eleven already, less than hour before the party was supposed to start.

“Huh?”

She blinked at me and I swear the girl was practically glowing. She’d looked so happy for a moment, like she was walking on clouds, but I must have really surprised her. Natalie had just about jumped out of her shoes when she saw me and for a black girl, she looked awfully pale all of a sudden.

“I was, uh ... At my friend’s house, why?”

“Because we’re having a party, dummy,” I told her. “You shoulda been here a couple hours ago. Are you feeling okay?”

“Oh, right, yeah.” She giggled, looking all happy again and I wondered if she was high. “No. I feel great, I just, uh ... I guess I overslept or something.”

“What’s got into you?” I wondered.

“Into me?” She grinned and shrugged. “Wouldn’t you like to know!”

“What?” I stared at her, but she was already skipping away, like bouncing off her toes towards the stairs and up to her bedroom.

For a fleeting second I thought maybe she’d had sex. It was a ridiculous thought, but the way she looked so ... Radiant! God! I’d seen girls who looked like that before, including me in the mirror, and it was always the next morning, after a really good, long night of hot sweaty nasty ... Oh God! I felt my stomach tighten and I wondered if Natalie had been with a boy, with that guy from school she liked. Jared? Was that his name? I tried to remember.

She must have been, or so it seemed to me. What else would explain her smile? Those shining eyes and that bounce to her step, like she was walking on clouds. She’d lost her virginity! To a white boy? She must have. That Jared kid was white as snow, and I knew she didn’t like any of the black boys at school. God! I hoped she was careful. I’d had sex a couple nights before, Thursday night with Steve, and we hadn’t used any protection at all. I knew I wasn’t ovulating, but it was still kind of scary to think about it afterwards. I hoped Natalie had been careful. It’s easy to lose track of things, especially that first time. Like, who wants to think about birth control when you’re all hot and sticky, and he’s kissing you so nicely, and everything feels so good?

Jesus! I was actually starting to feel jealous of her, just because I’d slept alone and my boyfriend hadn’t answered my calls, and ... She looked so pleased with herself. Like the cat who ate the canary. It wasn’t fair. And of course, Natalie just had to flash me a big grin before she was gone. Like she wanted to rub it in or something, but I guess sisters are like that sometimes.

I followed Natalie upstairs a minute or two later. Maybe she would want to talk about it, I thought, and it was time for me to get dressed anyway. I just hoped the skirt and blouse I’d packed hadn’t gotten too wrinkled.

“Hey, it’s me.” I knocked on her door because she’d locked it and then I found out why.

“Hi. What’s up?” she asked, and for just a second she looked nervous, like she had downstairs. It almost seemed like she didn’t want to let me in for some reason, but...

She stepped aside and my little sister was pretty naked, but that wasn’t any big deal. Except Natalie had about a dozen little love bites around her boobs. None of them were very big, but definitely very fresh. The bruises were really obvious on the undersides of her breasts where her skin was a few shades lighter. She really was growing up, all of seventeen now and Nat looked good naked, even with her small tits and tomboy hips. She was a nice shade of brown too, a little darker than me, like our dad was, and she had a thin little bush between her legs. I was all shaved down there, mostly because of my bikini, but Steve liked it so I just kept it that way now. He liked that little girl look, he said.

“Somebody had a good time last night,” I observed.

“Oh!” She giggled and looked down at her chest. “We were, um ... You know, uhhh...”

I waved her embarrassment away. “It’s no big deal. Steve does the same thing to me all the time.”

“Really?” She licked her lips and I nodded.

“Well, not all the time.” I shrugged. “Hey, anyway, I’m gonna change in here. Flora and Fauna are in my room.”

“Cool,” Natalie shrugged. “You think I need to wear a dress?”

“Yeah,” I snorted, watching as she stepped into a tiny pair of baby blue panties. “It’s their anniversary.”

“Yeah. I guess so.” Natalie shrugged, looking through her closet and wiggling her small black ass like she was listening to music only she could hear.

“So ... Tell me about it,” I said with a grin, just so she’d know I wasn’t mad or anything.

“Tell you about what?” She looked over her shoulder, blinking at me. “Last night?”

“Duh!” I giggled. “You weren’t at that friend’s house, were you?”

“Ummm...” My sister swallowed hard.

“Who was he?” I asked, lowering my voice. “That Jared guy?”

“Uh, yeah.” She nodded quickly and smiled, apparently relieved that I’d figured it out. “Him, yeah. Jared.”

“Did you guys use protection?” I asked, cause that was the first concern I had, really.

Natalie was old enough to fuck if she wanted to, but I suppose if she’d been my daughter instead of my sister, my opinion would have been a lot different. Our mom would freak out for sure if she found out Natalie was having sex. She’d probably freak if she knew I wasn’t a virgin anymore. That our boyfriends were white guys ... Watch out!

“How did you know?” Natalie asked me and she gave up on a dress and just sat down on the bed next to me.

“Cause you look like it!” I laughed. “God! I thought you were stoned at first.”

“Oh.” Natalie giggled. “Yeah, I dunno. It was just ... Wow!”

“Wow?” I laughed. “You sound like Steve.”

“I do?” She licked her lips and I nodded. “Uh, anyway, yeah. Um, we used condoms.”

“Condoms?” I narrowed my eyes. “Like, more than one?”

“Well, they’re not reusable, are they?” Natalie grinned at me.

“I don’t think so.” I laughed. “I guess in an emergency ... How many times did you do it?”

“Three.” Natalie bobbled her head happily. “It was way, way fun too!”

“Three times?” I nodded. “I guess so. Did it hurt?”

“A little at first, I dunno.” My sister shrugged. “It wasn’t bad like I thought it would be, you know? It just ... Pinched a little and at first I was just getting used to it.”

“Uh-huh.” I nodded, reminded of the first time I’d felt that sweet painful pinch.

“He was huge too.” Natalie leaned into me, grabbing my arm. “God! Like, I don’t know. Huge!”

“Yeah?” I laughed. “Like this?”

I held my hands about eight inches apart maybe, which is how big Steve is, I think, and Natalie was nodding.

“Yeah, just like that and I couldn’t even get my hand all the way around it,” she said. “It was like I was stuffed, you know? And he was touching something in my tummy, I don’t know what, and I just saw stars and tweety birds and...”

“Tweety birds?” I stuck my tongue out. “Did you cum?”

“God yeah! All night long,” she sighed happily. “He was so good, too! He was like kissing me everywhere. He really loved my boobies and ... Wow! I didn’t have to do anything.”

“Yeah, that’s nice, isn’t it?” I smiled, feeling my body getting warm as I listened to her talk. Nat’s dark puffy nipples were hard too, I noticed, just like mine were getting.

“I mean everywhere, Kylie.” Natalie leaned close and we were already whispering, but now she put her lips to my ear. “He even licked my butt, like for an hour!”

“What?” I gasped and giggled.

“Yeah, is that weird or what?” She rolled her eyes. “But the weirdest part was how good it feels. Like I didn’t want him to stop, you know?”

“Yeah, I do know,” I nodded. “Steve does that too. That’s like his thing, licking my ass.”

“It sounds kind of dirty.” Natalie laughed. “But...”

“It’s hot,” I agreed. “Must be a white boy thing.”

“Yeah, or something.” She nodded slowly. “I think he wanted to put his dick ... You know, in my butt...”

“Did you try it?” I asked my little sister, and this was so strange, talking to her about anal sex.

“No way!” Nat shook her head. “I got like the smallest butt in the world!”

“Not that small,” I teased her. “You’ve got a nice ass.”

“That’s what he said.” Natalie sucked her lips and nodded. “He said I got a perfect little black ass for fucking.”

“Oh!” I laughed and she made a face and I think that was the first time I ever heard her use the ‘F’ word out loud.

“Well, that’s what he said.” She cleared her throat.

“I like it,” I agreed. “I mean having sex ... back there.”

“Yeah,” Natalie nodded, like that news didn’t surprise her at all and I’d expected her to be surprised, but... “That’s what I, uh ... I mean, well ... Never mind.”

“You’re so weird sometimes, Nat.” I laughed at her and she was looking a little embarrassed.

“I did suck it though,” she admitted softly. “I mean, he wanted me to try and...”

“Did you like it?” I asked, genuinely curious.

“It tastes a little ... funny.” My sister shrugged. “I mean the cum part.”

“He came in your mouth?” I stared at her and I hadn’t let Steve do that with me yet.

“Well, yeah!” She grinned at me. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“I don’t know,” I shrugged. “I just...”

“You never did it, huh?” Natalie smiled at me.

“Not like, all the way,” I admitted.

“I did.” She stuck her tongue out at me. “He told me when he was going to cum, in case I didn’t like it, but I wanted to try, you know?”