Chapter 2
Vicky offered Perry a drink. There was no hard stuff because Al did not allow it. He was somehow or other the one who had charge here, Perry thought.
She talked about how she had met Al when she walked in to get a job with the East Village Alternative, the underground newspaper he ran so successfully. He had been on television, and had been interviewed many times by straight people.
She told him how she had another apartment and phone at the better part of town to use as a decoy for her parents. They called her there and she got her mail there. "But," she added, "I really live here."
"You like Al a lot," he said. "Has he told you much about himself?"
"No."
"Then he has changed some. He was the Mr. Everything back when we were in school together. President of the class, Editor of the yearbook and the school paper, president of he writer's club, of the debating society, and of his fraternity. He was also voted the most popular, the most likely to succeed, and the least shy."
"Are you telling me more than you should?" she said. "He's never mentioned that."
"He was at least that much," Perry said. "I'm sure I've left something out. Al was a whiz."
Vickie wanted to take off her clothes, but she did not want to seem too forward with Perry. Other persons were coming into the apartment. Maryann and Margaret, the twins from the front apartment were there. So was Jamie, the artist who lived with them. Others, friends all, had arrived.
Vicky wondered about her feelings for Perry. Once she got to know him she might want to fuck him, but now she had to wait till she could see. It was dangerous to fuck somebody without knowing him well, or at least having a notion of what was in his head.
She remembered to herself, as she listened to Perry talk, that once she had gone on a blind date and fucked the guy that same night. He had driven her to dark place in the country after the movie, and there was little she could do to avoid a screw, even though she was not sure she wanted one.
When he stopped the car he began to kiss her, to fondle her body all over, and she liked the feeling, despite all her misgivings at first. His caresses were firm and strong, the way she hoped they would be from a man. His kisses rained on her in profusion, covering her lips and her cheeks, sometimes drifting to the back of her neck where they thrilled her in a special manner.
When he was at her lips he whipped his tongue forth to wipe it across the surface, and she thrilled to the extra titillations that gave to her. His hard pole could be felt through his pants, tights pants which revealed the shape that was stuck in them.
His kisses made her feel exuberant. She forgot that she did not usually screw on the first date. She remembered only that she liked to fuck, that her walls wanted the thrills of his cock there inside them, wiping into them again and again with his hard touches.
She felt his fingers slip past her belt and her panties. Soon three of them were into her cunt, fiddling with her walls and giving her the luscious delights that she lived for. His fingers in her cunt were hard as steel, delightful to have there, and she could no longer think of anything but the luscious fuck she was going to get from his steaming cock.
He worked at her clit while he ministered to her snatch. His fingers slid peacefully over that hump in her opening, caressing her smoothly, giving her wonderful sensations of delight over and over. The lust he drove into her racked' body like a lightning bolt, fled to all the parts she could feel, and made her shake like a leaf from head to toe. She really liked him, liked the way he fingered her so expertly, never giving her a second's respite from the reeling affections she so madly desired.
His kisses planted firmly on her face thrilled her all the more because of the extra effort he made to please her cunt and her clit. The wild gyrations of his body atop hers added to the great pleasure she got from his affections. Under his weight she seemed compressed into one lump of love for him. Her hands grasped at his clothes, trying desperately to tear them from him, to be naked with him so that he could fit his cock into her and soothe her to the end of her pleasure.
His needs became the same as hers. He wanted to be naked, too. She could tell by the way he helped her remove his clothes, and by the way he went after hers as soon as he was naked himself. His cock was huge, a massive one that stuck out from his crotch like a poker, hard as steel, hot as a geyser, waiting for her hole to be open so that it could delve into the fleshy warmth it offered to him.
When they both were nude he leapt on top of her and fondled her cunt some more while he rubbed all his flesh onto her. The lust he felt must have been great for him to react with such great tenderness to all her affections to him....
There was a wild feeling inside her, one she sensed meant, she was having a good time. She hated the way she sometimes let her reason get in the way of her pleasure, and it was something she was trying to get out of her personality.
Her cunt lips throbbed from the delights it gave to her. There was nothing she liked better than his ministrations to her snatch with his fingers, except possibly she would like his actual fucking when he got to that point. Her own fingers played at his balls and his cock, rubbing them gently with her lithe female caresses that were the best she had to give.
Every now and then he tickled her ribs or her bellybutton with his forefinger. She liked the way he had of touching her with easy smooth motions that always drove her mad and made her feel good. Her cunt knew he was a man of great experience, that he could give her a come anytime he wanted to because he knew how to get at her insides and make her feel good about herself.
His fucking had her standing on end with joy. The gentle caresses of his fingers to her pussy and her clit never ceased giving her reams of succulent pleasure she almost could not stand to bear. The fantastic delights he whipped along her skin of crisscrossed nerves made her thrash hard into his naked body.
His kisses became better as he realized that she was a woman of good talent. If he was showing his appreciation of her caresses to her, then he was doing a damn good job. His mouth covered hers completely, and his tongue wiped with wet touches all along her outer lips, driving into her titillations of the highest quality.
Remarkable hunger came to her. Often she had wanted a man badly, but she wanted this one like nothing she had ever wanted in her life. Her whole body was bound into a feeling of having his cock there as a necessity for her having a reason to exist.
The sweet feelings of pleasure that were in her increased with each stroke of his tongue across her lips. She cried out in deliberate sighs of pleasure, hoping he would be able to see that she loved what he was doing to her. In his body she could feel the muscles tense, his cock pressing hard against her, and the sweet feelings of pleasure that rambled through him and made him relax before the sexual tension overtook him again.
Her fingers curled playfully around his hanging sac, stroking his wrinkled skin delicately, soothing him fantastically well, so that he jerked and gyrated above her on the seat of the car.
In the half-light of the half-moon she barely could see his face, and when a cloud dimmed the sky she could see nothing at all. That made little difference to her, though, for she felt the wonders of his caresses all the time whether or not she could see his face.
His bones pressed hard into hers, not smashing against them, but soothing her with a gentle pressure that meant he was trying to reach her deep inside. She was on fire for the wonders that she could get when his cock was at last in her pussy.
His groans became more evident after the level of pleasure she drilled into him reached a certain point. He moaned and sighed regularly, showing her concrete facts to tell her how much he appreciated the way she ministered to his balls and his cock.
The incredible lust she felt in her cuntal passages amazed her. In all her experience no man had been able to make her desire cock the way this one was doing. It was as if his touch was the most golden touch that ever had walked the face of the earth.
His caresses finally made her need him so much she had to have him there if she was not going to die from the want of him. She spread her legs as wide as the seat of the car would allow, and he entered her, pressing his turgid tip into her snaking walls, shoving hard against her membranes so that she would be certain to know he was there fucking her.
She let forth a stream of soothing cries that must have thrilled him to hear. He was fucking her as hard as he could, bucking his ass forward while he drove pleasure after luxurious pleasure into all her body, and her cunt was alive with glory.
As he pressed into her hollow with his poker he pulled on the walls of her insides so that he also gave affection to her clit. That was the thing that really made the difference in his fucking her, the attention he gave to her clit.
She plunged a finger or two into his shit hole for a few seconds, but the force of his bucking forward was so strong that it was jolted outside in no time. She did not try to reinsert it.
At the same time they had their comes. He exploded into her snatch with gallons of his hot come, pouring it forth with each riotous bucking of his ass that made his insides ready to take the pleasure coming to him. His cock swelled inside her cunt every time he spat out some more of his steaming ball juice, and the extra pressure that gave to her membranes increased her delights three times over.
Her own come completely filled her, rambled to all the extremities of her naked flesh while it made her feel as if waves of pleasure were flowing in her like in an electric field arched by a bolt of lightning. Her body thrashed with endless delight on the seat of the car.
His kisses never stopped the whole time he was coming. His touch on her lips with his warm tongue was something undeniably delightful to her. His affection had to be so damn good that there could never be anything like it.
When they were done they fucked twice more, but in the end it all came to nothing for her. She found she did not really care for him despite his ability at fucking, and she wished she had never let him have her body.
Now she looked at Perry there before her. The attraction she felt was strong, and she knew something about him was different. Somehow she saw that Al needed this man to get something done, but what it was she did not know.
The clothing of the people who were coming inside was of all colors. They contrasted with the white walls in the brilliant lighting that Al had installed.
Al came through the crowd and sat down next to them. "I think I've invited enough. I know I passed the half-hundred mark a few minutes back." He put a hand on P.T.'s shoulder. "You must mingle tonight, my friend. The very cream of the neighborhood is here, and they'll all want to meet you."
"I'll mingle," P.T. said, "but why should they want to meet me? What did you tell them?"
"That you were the only one in my whole illustrious high school whom I could trust; in addition to the fact that you are intelligent, loyal, trustworthy, honorable, gorgeous, sexy and possessed of innumerable talents. What else could I say? By the way, do you still raise your voice in song."
"On occasion."
"Tonight will be one of the occasions. A few very talented and in musicians will be making the scene later."
"We'll see," P.T. said.
"And, hear. Vicky," Al looked at her, "would you get me a smoke?"
She stood up, smiling at the two men. "He's so subtle," she said to P.T. "He really wants to talk to you alone."
Perry watched her melt into the wall of people. From his low angle, she was quickly lost from sight.
"Well," Al said, "Let's bring each other up to date. A lot has happened."
"I'm already partly up to date on you," Perry announced. "Vicky was giving me most of the highlights. I am very much impressed. She says you are becoming quite famous, apparently everywhere but in Vietnam."
Al made an open-handed shrug. "It takes time, you know."
"It doesn't seem to be taking you very much time. Editor of a newspaper, book writer, speech maker."
"Have you ever seen the Alternative?"
Perry shook his head, no.
"Those in the know call it the EVA. They mean Extra Vehicular Activity, but we swear its just free advertising for us. I'll give you a couple of issues later. Read them through in the next day or so. There's a lot of shit and sex nonsense in them, which helps the total circulation figures, but you can skip that part. It's the editorial material I think you'll be most interested in. Maybe you'll write a piece for us."
"Me? What in hell would I write about."
"Yourself, for one thing," Al said strongly. "Why?"
"Let me give you a short course in what's new and different on the home front these days. Being black makes you a little bit special. But, being black and intelligent sets you apart from almost everyone. Also, the Marine Corps is not exactly open to anyone who wants to play hero: and, although Vietnam is, the number who go there and come back is still a minority ... if just barely so. You are, in short, news. Interesting news. The kind of news our readers want to read about. And, in addition," he smiled broadly which made his beard seem curlier than ever, "you are a very special friend of mine, and the Editor's friends get preference. Not only do their golden words get into print, along with their names, spelled correctly, and their pictures, clear enough for relatives and neighbors to exclaim over in recognition, but there is also a fee, in cash money. Have you had a better offer recently?"
Perry grinned. "I'll consider it."
"Good. And, I'll consider it one of the journalistic scoops of the year if you decide to honor the EVA with your thoughts and words."
At that moment, Vicky came up to them, handed something to Al, and melted into the crowd again. Al extended his hand toward Perry, palm up and open. On it was a cigarette, obviously a standard brand which had been emptied, refilled, the ends twisted closed.
"Care to share the peace with me?" Al asked.
"I don't think so," Perry answered. "Not tonight. As you said, I've got a lot of people to say hello to."
"That's true. And there are more nights and more smokes ahead of us." Al stood up suddenly, and Perry found himself following suit. "I'm going into the other room. It is all-black as this room is all-white. Whiteness is for seeing the world and the people in it in the way they want you to see them. Blackness is for seeing the world and the people in the way that only you can see them. The smoke is simply one of the road maps into the blackness. No two people get where they are going by the same route. And, it is so rare that any two reach the same destination. It happens. And, when it does-" He closed his eyes for a moment. "It is fantastic. I hope you will find your reasons to spend time in there; tonight or some other time; through smoke, or acid, or sex. In any event, I will see you out here later. Don't leave until I'm back. Please."
It was confident as he spoke, and this positive manner of speech appealed to Perry.
"I'll be here, Al," Perry found himself saying. "You can count on it."
He watched Al weave through the crowd, speaking to no one, answering none of the greetings. The door at the far side of the room swung ajar. He could see nothing beyond the black oblong of the doorway. Then, it was closed.
All white. All black. Was it possible to reduce this complicated world to such a simple pair of terms? It would make the whole of living so damned easy. Yes or no. True or false. Right or wrong Al, I'll still be here when you come out. If anyone can solve these problems, you can. And, if you have solved them, I want to know how!