Epilogue
Angel Manning lit a cigarette and let the smoke spiral skyward into the beam of light that knifed through a small slit in the bedroom curtain. "Grant, sugar?" she said. "You didn't go back to sleep, did you?"
Grant uttered a non-committal grunt, then rolled over on his side and propped himself up on one elbow to stare at her beautiful black nakedness. "Good morning," he yawned. "What the fuck time is it?"
Angel smiled over at the handsome teenager and reached down to squeeze his cock beneath the covers. "Time to get rid of that hard-on, sugar," she cooed. "That is, if you don't want to be late meeting your pretty little mama at the airport."
"Wouldn't miss it for the world, Angel," he yawned again. "That bitch is the best cocksucker on the eastern seaboard."
"Even better than me, sugar?"
"I don't remember," he teased. "Are you supposed to be pretty good?"
Angel crushed out her cigarette in an ashtray on the night table, then let out a feline growl as she rolled back over to face him. Then, swiftly, she threw back the bedspread and clambered down over his poling cock. "I'll show you who's good, sugar," she promised, slipping her luscious red-rouged lips over his crowning glory.
Grant reached down and wound his fingers into her hair, forcing her face down onto his prick, uncaring that the beautiful naked figure of his Aunt Vikki had just entered the room.
"Hey," the young redhead protested vigorously, "I told you guys not to start without me!"
"Who was that on the phone," Grant responded indifferently.
"Carol," Vikki returned. "She said she might be taking a later plane."
"Oh?"
"Some kind of personal business, she said ... I told her not to be too late, I've got her fixed up for a nine o'clock date with Richard Garfield."
She approached the bed then, taking up a position next to her beautiful black roommate, her naked white ass sticking lewdly up in the air to reveal the coppery-fringed curls of her pussy. "Move over and let me have a suck, too, sugar," she teased. " 'Roomies' are supposed to share everything ... just like sisters!"
As the movers loaded the last boxes of household goods onto the van, Carol Bauer looked around at the empty house and heaved a heavy sigh. With school finally over and her and Grant moving to New York, it was the end of one chapter in their lives and the beginning of another. Still, there was one thing left to do before she closed the book, and, with that thought in mind, she approached the phone that still hung on the kitchen wall with a singularity of purpose.
The phone rang three times before a panting young male voice came crackling onto the line. "Beta Sig."
"Hi," she purred. "Could I speak to 'The Flash' ...?"