Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to current epidemic of STDs.
Susan broke up with Nelson on Wednesday after our weekend together. He moped around the house for the next two weeks before going home again; Susan and I played it low key until then. We did slip off several times with my sleeping bag and a picnic to commune with and engage in some of natures basic activities like fucking in the woods and meadows.
Finally Nelson went home for the weekend and Susan and I were alone again. I was just barely able to get the fire in the fireplace going before she had her clothes off and a comforter spread on the floor ready for action. And action it was! A few weeks ago she was demure but willing now she was wanton and aggressive. Like a bull rider I adjusted my rope and got ready to hold on tight, but this wasn't going to be any 8 second ride.
Of course I'm stretching it a bit but it was a wonderful evening of energetic, naughty sex. Susan was neither interested in nor looking for romance but rather sexual experimentation and she had found an experienced and willing partner. Johnny Mathis played on the stereo and the fire crackled in the fireplace as Susan and I enjoyed each other's bodies in every imaginable way.
It was late in the morning before we stirred. I got the coffee going while we made an attempt to freshen up a bit. We sat at the table in an almost zombie state sipping our coffee trying to decide if we should fix breakfast or lunch. My stomach needed a decision quick but my mind started thinking about Susan sitting there in the big terry cloth robe, the front open enough to show the swells of her small breasts.
I was quickly brought back to earth by the sound of a car coming up the driveway. When I saw the car I remembered telling a friend, Miles, that he could stop by to borrow several books for a paper he was writing.
Susan pulled her robe together to be more presentable and moved to the refrigerator to see what we were going to eat.
Miles came in and I introduced him to Susan. She apologized for not being properly dressed and Miles apologized for coming too early-noon.
Miles was the first and only black student at the university so he became well known quickly- one in almost four thousand. He was from tide water Virginia, very articulate, and very preppy. He had an easy smile and made friends quickly but was very careful not to be seen alone with female students. The Klan was very active in the mountains of western NC and he certainly did not want to get any more of their attention than he already had.
I announced that we were going to have lunch and that he was expected to join us. I put a cold beer in his hand and Susan started putting sandwich stuff on the table so we could each make whatever we wanted.
During lunch we got Miles to tell us about his experiences being the only black student on campus. Eventually he got around to telling us about not being able to date without driving the more than two hours to Winston Salem where he could meet black women.
In her typical innocence Susan asked, "Why don't you go out with white women?"
We shook our heads at each other and Miles told her the Klan would hang him and the woman would be tarred and feathered. She shook her head almost saddened by the realization of the situation he faced.
After a few more beers and lunch the conversation turned to the lighter side. We told Susan the "rumor" about black men being really hung and that there were certain "things" they would not eat.
She asked Miles, "Is that true?"
