Chapter 6
It wasn't until they were about to get off the subway train that Vicky noticed Perry's uneasiness. She looked at him to tell him the next stop was theirs, and saw that he was sitting with his gaze aimed down toward the floor, his face tight. He only nodded when she spoke, and when she stood up to go to the doors, she thought he was not going to follow.
He did, but only after she had stepped out onto the station platform. He still did not look directly at her, but hesitated, waiting to see which way she would walk. He went up the other side of the steps leading to the exit gates, and out through a different door than the one she took.
He continued this odd avoidance until they were up on the street, and then stayed at least five feet to one side of her.
"This is it," she had to call to him when they came up the entrance of the apartment house. Again, she thought he might keep right on walking, and saw an expression ... almost anger in his eyes as she held the front door open for him.
She didn't speak until they were in the elevator.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"No," he answered through gritted teeth, "but a lot of other people think there is."
She thought about it for a minute, but it made no sense to her.
"What is it, Perry? Did I do something I shouldn't have?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
She felt a sinking sensation. "What? Please tell me."
The car door opened. She was waiting for him to answer, and was startled when he asked, "Is this your floor?"
"What?" she looked toward the hall. "Oh, yes." The door started to slide shut, but Perry reacted swiftly, and caught it with his hand. It opened again. She stepped out, turning to the left, and he followed.
She waited until they were both in the apartment.
"Won't you please tell me? If I did something to hurt you, it was thoughtless of me. I want to know what it is."
"Very simple, Vicky. You took a ride home on the subway in the bright light of day ... with a black man."
The anger he was showing was not feigned. But, she could not imagine what had caused it, or why it was directed at her.
"You'll have to explain that to me. I don't understand what you're talking about."
"Maybe it's because you're not black."
"I'm willing to learn," she shot back at him. "Not all blondes are dumb."
"Oh, shit!" He turned away from her, shaking his head. "I know you've been living in the Village for six weeks. Where did you come from before that? Mars?"
"As a matter-of-fact," she said coldly, "I came down from New England where I go to college. But my home was in White Plains for the first eighteen years of my life. That might be out in the sticks to a city man like you, but we consider ourselves pretty civilized."
"You said it, Vicky. 'White Plains.' It's entirely possible that the people in White Plains are the most civilized in the whole fucking world ... but they are missing one of the big city's most unique experiences: They have never been fully exposed to prejudice and hatred. And, apparently they don't recognize it even when they see it. At least you don't."
She sat hard in one of the chairs, angry and confused, still totally unable to make sense of his words or emotions.
"Stop talking to me in riddles!" she shouted. "I haven't the least idea what you're angry about, no matter what you think."
"You didn't see that old couple on the train? And the cop standing at the end of the car?"
"The old couple?" She tried to recall. "You mean the ones across from us with the shopping bags?"
"That's right. And the cop?"
"I didn't notice him."
"Well, he noticed us. And so did that man and woman."
"Look," she said, "it's not the first time they saw a black man with a white girl. What's it to you what they think."
"They think I want to fuck you."
"Don't you?"
"They think that's all I want to do. That's their mind. They can't conceive that I might like you because you're Vicky instead of because you're white."
"Have you ever had a white girl?"
"No," he said.
"Well, I want to be your first. I want you. That makes things different."
He was confused by her straightforwardness. To touch her was to violate all the rules that the whites made for him, worse, to violate his mother's rules and the thinking of his father, one of the few men he could still respect in this crazy world. But her appeal was too much for him. He lost sight of her white skin and saw only the beautiful woman whose personality was inside it.
He grabbed her and kissed her hard. His cock was throbbing already from the impulses he had to screw her cunt to the end of his rope. She was soft to his touch, much softer than she had been in his fantasy before he called her. Her body, lithe and fresh, pushed into his. He wanted to be naked with her, but the barriers against that were too strong still. Perhaps he would overcome them if he could kiss her a little longer. Then his desire would conquer all his reason, and there would be nothing stopping them from having the free and easy fuck they both desired.
He rubbed his lips against hers. The sweet smell of her breath entered his nostrils. He could see the fine lines of her face as he was close to it. Her eyes were clear, easy to see into, and they were open to him with a hunger for his cock that he could have read from across a football field.
Her chin had a sweeping arch that caught his vision. It pleased him to rub against her while he was kissing her frantically. His cock wavered between getting hard and staying down. To get hard now would mean he had to be naked with her, but there was that old enemy, fear, between them, and he could do nothing to beat it down at the moment.
She sensed the problem that was in his head. She wanted his cock so badly her cunt was shaking inside as it waited for him to enter her, but she knew it was best to let him get naked in his own time. To hurry him would be a death blow to his pride, for he was fighting against not just himself, but against centuries of hatred and murder that characterized all the relations his race had with hers.
Her fingers played on the outside of his pants, rubbing against them in his crotch so that the pressure could be felt inside, and she could tell from the way he jerked and shook that his balls were getting her message loud and clear. His body was hard all over, the kind of body she expected from a Marine who had been a year fighting in the jungles.
There was on it none of the flab that so easily accumulated on even the heartiest male who stayed stateside in his comfort and relaxation. There was in him a power, a male power, that was animal-like. She hated the thought in a way, because she had been told before that blacks were like animals, but she meant to think good things of him when that crossed her mind, meant to see him as a person who had respect for his body, and that was good.
His kisses rained pleasure into her lips. With his tongue he ministered to her outer lips, soothing her deliciously each time he stroked it across her flesh. His oral implement was soothing, also, when he swept it inside her mouth, caressing her inner cheeks and the under part of her gums.
Over and over she let him wipe his pleasure into her lips and her own tongue. His breath was hot and heavy, and she knew that soon he would be well-enough aroused to take her, naked and squirming, writhing into him while his hard cock blasted pleasure into her cunt.
She fingered his balls through his pants some more. She could feel the vacillation of his cock as he wavered in his decision. Agonizing minutes went by while she wondered when he would finally come to the point where her white skin would no longer have any effect on him except to rouse him to real action by its softness.
His cock grew hard, then went down again. It repeated this action several times while they lay together and stroked each other. She noticed with satisfaction that each time it went down it stayed a little harder than it had stayed the time before. That meant he was getting to the point where he could function as a man with a woman, not as a black man with a white woman.
His kisses drilled succulent delight all through her body. The feelings inside her were surprising, for she had expected to enjoy him, but she had well overstepped the limits of what she thought she would feel for him. He had her heart entwined about his own so effectively there was no way she could escape. That very fact meant he had, also, her cunt, when he wanted it and where he wanted it. Her cunt was his.
The luxury of being with a woman was fascinating. His lust burned with fiery rage inside his hanging balls. The touch of her fingertips through his pants was electrifying. He knew that if only he could get the balls to strip their fuck would be perfect.
He struggled against all the fears that he suddenly realized his parents and his friends had drilled into him from the time he was young. It had been easy to shove them to the background before he got a chance at white cunt, but now that one lay hot under his outstretched body he suddenly realized what his father had meant, that his ass was grass if he was caught in the act. Nothing she could say would save him from the ire of the whites who accused him. She was white, he was black. They could never see an inch farther than that.
Still, her alluring flesh pulled him to her. He felt the immense softness of her body as he rubbed his big-boned frame against her. The soothing feeling she got from that echoed and re-echoed in his ears in the form of well-spaced sighs that told all he needed to know about whether or not he was treating her right.
She kissed him harder. She wanted to feel his cock inside her snatch, but first she had to show him such devotion that he could not remember anything but the love she had for him and the love he had for her. His cock was almost completely hard under his pants, and that encouraged her to keep at him, to make certain he never let her down a second.
He fondled her tits through her dress, electrified that he had dared that much. When she sighed some more with the pleasure she felt some of the fears that had manifested themselves so strongly, recoiled. His openness became more ready to deal with her the way a man wants to deal with a woman. But not yet. He still had not ability to totally bridge the gap that centuries of fear and hatred had dug between them.
Vicky sensed that he was holding back precisely because he was a sensitive person who could not batter down obstacles with the brutality that soldiers used against the enemy. He had to work his way through things, had to feel his way around the hedges and the boulders that blocked his paths.
She fingered his balls all the more, trying to make his cock harden to its ultimate point. She ran her tips along the huge bulge in his pants where his cock was stored until he brought it out ready for use. The lust she felt for him was unbounded, as she knew his must be for her, but there was little she could do to make him act until he was ready.
Encouraged by her sighs, Perry continued the caresses he gave to her tits, still refusing to take her clothes even an inch from her body. Her writhing underneath him told him that she was ready for anything from him, anything he cared to give her. He knew she wanted his cock, and he hated himself for holding back on her.
He hated, too, those who had made these fears so real in him. If not for them he could have a fuck like he had always wanted. His body pushed into hers, wanting her naked flesh with a hunger so deep it seemed to come from somewhere outside himself.
She had to help him, had to let him see he could be naked with her and not fear destruction by his enemy. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her fingers along his powerful chest. He shivered as the touches from her tips titillated his naked skin. His fears fled into the darkness as he sensed that she could do the same thing to him all over if he were naked with her.
She unsnapped his pants and brought down the zipper. Stretching her arm to get her hand in his underwear she grasped his cock by the head and pulled it from his body. It felt so large and hot to her touch.
Her caresses there thrilled him without bounds. This was a woman, one he could live for and fuck till the end of the world. Her touch at his crotch was utterly delightful, having nothing in it that beggared for pleasure. His cock throbbed horribly, lusting for her cunt again like it had lusted for so many others since his first taste of snatch.
Kissing her passionately, he wriggled his hands to her zipper, trying to pull it open. She was lying in a way that made the teeth bind against each other when he pulled on the handle. Rolling aside, he loosed the grip of her weight, and he prepared to take her dress off her.
The telephone bell jangled through the apartment, making both of them jump, like two people coming awake from a deep sleep. She tightened her hold on his flesh, even as she felt him pull his hand away from her other one.
The telephone rang again.
"You'd better answer it," he said, the words barely audible.
She shook her head, no.
The bell sounded a third time. Was it getting louder?
"Be smart, Vicky."
She got up quickly and answered it just as the fourth ring began. "Yes?"
"Victoria, is that you?" Oh, shit! "Yes, it is, mother."
"You're not ill, are you."
"No, why?"
"I called your office," Mrs. Rushton said, "and they told me you had gone home."
"No, they misunderstood. I had forgotten something I needed, I just came home to get it. I'm going back."
"Right away?"
Vicky hesitated at the odd question. "Why do you ask?"
"I thought we could spend half an hour or so together. I haven't seen you for three weeks, you know."
"Are you in the city?"
"Yes. In fact I'm about six blocks from your apartment. I thought I would come over there. But, only if you have the time."
She could feel the color flooding her face, her entire body. She tried to grasp at some excuse or alternative. There was none. There should be none. Whatever she might come up with would only hurt her mother, and that was not her aim.
"All right, Mother, I'll wait for you. How long before you'll be here?"
"Ten minutes at the most, dear. I'm so glad. I'll see you soon."
Vicky put the phone down, taking a deep breath before she turned around. Perry was still sitting on the couch, his shirt and pants wide open, his erect penis still pointing upward from his undershorts. Only now, he was looking at her with a flat expression.
"It's my mother. She's in town, for some reason, and found out I had come home. Here. I couldn't tell her not to come over."
He nodded, but remained motionless. She tried not to look at him.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I told you I didn't want to answer the phone. No, it's better that I did. She thought I had come home sick. She would have come over to find out what was wrong."
"And she would have found you and me in bed," he said dully. "I hope not."
"Why not, Vicky? What difference would it make? She would see that you were not being seduced. That you were an ... equal partner, I think the phrase was. If I shouldn't let other people's opinions bother me, I don't think you should, either."
Why was he doing this? "I said I'm sorry it turned out like this, Perry. Please....don't sit there like that."
He began to button his shirt. "What you mean is, please, Perry, put your dick back into your pants, put your clothes back into place, and put yourself out of sight. Isn't that what you mean, Vicky?" He stood up, closed the top of his pants, but left his enormous organ outside of his trousers, pointing at her.
"It would be a little difficult to explain why there was a man in my apartment when I was supposed to have come home to get something I forgot."
"Maybe it would," Perry said, finally pushing himself inside his clothing, and zipping the fly, "But it would seem a lot easier to explain if the man was white."
"That only proves that my mother is prejudiced," she said.
"So is mine," he answered. "But what I thought you were trying to teach me was how to show prejudiced people that they are wrong.
You don't do that by conforming to their rules. Right?" He was at the door.
"I'm sorry," she murmured.
"So am I," he agreed. "If you had been right, I would have learned something wonderful about people. But you were wrong, and all I learned is how much a person can fool himself. You're not honest, Vicky. You're just easy to get!"