Sarah was seated at the dining room table between her brother and cousin, shoulders slumped, napkin folded in her lap. She was nursing a grade-A hangover and trying her best not to spoil Thanksgiving dinner.
"Shall we say Grace?" her grandfather asked from the head of the table.
No one said anything. The first person to agree would get the honors. Sarah looked at her older brother who gave her an elbow.
"How about you, Sarah?" her grandfather said. "Now that you're in college, we hardly get to see you. Why don't you say Grace and show us how smart you are?"
"Well... " she began, but stopped herself. Her stomach rumbled and she burped-up a mouthful of malt-liquor. She forced herself to swallow it. The act of swallowing made her think of all the cock she had sucked the night before, how Tyrell and Derrick and the other black boys on the university basketball team lined-up outside Bernard's bedroom like a pack of wolves.
Her father crossed his arms and looked at her sympathetically. "Goodness, honey, are you all right?"
"I'm fine. "
"Did something go down the wrong pipe?" her mother asked.
"No, it's just the eggs I had this morning before dad came and picked me up. "
"Godforsaken university food," her grandfather cut in. Then: "Before we say our prayers, Sarah, can you pass the dark meat?"
She looked at her grandfather, the double entendre in his words unintentional yet alarming; for a moment she wondered if he knew about the gangbang.
"Just for the record," Sarah said, passing the plate of turkey, "I stayed in my dorm last night. I didn't even see Bernard. "
Her grandfather narrowed his eyes. "Bernard? Who is Bernard, honey?"
"Just a boy I met," Sarah said. "A nice Irish boy who lives down the hall... "
But this was a lie. Bernard was not Irish, no; he was a two-hundred-and-five pound dark-as-tar Black man. He had twisted, greasy cornrows and a long veiny shlonger. Sarah knew the size of his cock (even before last night's gangbang), because she had seen it. Seen it one day on the rec basketball courts when one of Bernard's buddies, just for a joke, yanked his Chicago Bulls sweatpants down to his ankles. The first thing Sarah thought was: Jesus Christ, what a BIG COCK. The second thing she thought was: I want it IN ME.
She blocked out her family and the uninviting smell of turkey and cranberry sauce, and let her mind go back 12 hours, back to 3:30 AM, back to the wild sex she was having with Bernard. He was fucking her on his bed, fucking her so hard her little white shaved pussy was starting to get diaper rash.
"Ooo," she said, and pushed at Bernard's hips.
"What's the matter, baby?"
"I'm starting to dry out. "
"Here," Bernard said, adjusting his position on top of her. "I'll go slow until you get back into it. "
But Sarah was too dry, and it was going to take a little while for her to recover. To make-up for the delay, she pulled Bernard's cock out of her pussy and started sucking it.
"Yeah baby," Bernard said, running his dark fingers through her blond hair. "Like that. Suck my cock until--"
There was a knock at the bedroom door. Bernard jerked around, pulling his prick from Sarah's mouth with a pop. "Who is it?"
"It's Tyrell, nigga. What are you doing in there?"
"I'm busy. Come back in a little while. "
"You should tell Tyrell to come in," Sarah said to Bernard, her left hand rubbing her clit.
"What? Why?"
"So I can do both of you. "
"At the same time?"