Crystal was still on her knees sitting back and as I looked at her, despite the fact that she just redefined the word 'satisfied' to me, I could still feel myself burning for her. My body was temporarily content but my mind raged at the injustice of not feeling or touching the sexy brown body in front of me. But first things first I thought, I needed to give up the props first.
"Crystal, damn girl" I said almost bewildered
"That was so...It was so.." I stammered as I rifled through my vocabulary trying to find the right adjective to meet her deed.
"God.." I said shaking my head in wonder before trying again "It was so..so.."
"Yummy" Crystal said more as a statement than a suggestion as she smiled at me provocatively.
"No" I said smiling back at her "Yummy doesn't cut it."
"Speak for yourself" She shot back smiling before she started blushing.
I heard her calling my cum "yummy" and that was it. My mind then told my body point blank "Listen dude, I'm outta here. I'm going to get some of this black woman now. Your sorry ass can catch up later."
I was still sitting with my back against the wall while Crystal was on her knees to my left.
"Speaking of 'Yummy'" I said softly "Come here."
"Why?" Crystal asked teasingly as the sparkle in her eyes brightened from my request.
"A man has gotta eat too." I said grinning.
Crystal smiled and sat up. She swung her left knee over my lap and straddled my thighs. That action brought her breasts parallel to my face and I gazed at them like a man possessed. Her breasts were so full and firm wrapped tightly in her velvet like ebony skin. I could see bumps of excitement protruding from her dark areolas while her thick half inch nipples had me painting a bulls eye on those bad boys instantly.
Crystal sat back down on my thighs but then something happened between us. We didn't kiss or even say a word.
We just stared at each other and started touching.
We touched but there was an unsaid patience between us. The car and her falling to her knees had taken the edge off and allowed us to afford the luxury of savoring. But there was also something else. Something internal in each of us and it wasn't just our evolving emotions. It was something just as personal and just as powerful.
It was an aura of rebellious discovery.
I glided my fingertips across her soft brown cheeks, her chin, and her lips. I stroked her coarse hair and from there to her neck, her shoulder blades, and her arms. Crystal did the same to me, gliding her hands softly across my white face, my shoulders, my arms, and through my hair. Our eyes gazed into each other while our jaws practically dropped in our laps.
I was "really" touching my first black woman and she was "really" touching her first white man. Not just in a sexual sense because it's easy to get turned on by contrasting skins or to have the sexual act highlight the contrast. We were already both gloriously and happily guilty of that. This touching was different.
It was confronting and then celebrating our differences.
It was having the courage to open our minds up to self discovery while giving the finger to how we were raised and programmed. It was each of us shedding the bullshit and judging for ourselves by ourselves. Not just for a taste like we were an experiment or a fling, but rather to see if what we had inside ourselves as individuals, in addition to what we felt for each other, was deeper than the sea of prejudice we lived in.
It was me finding her ebony skin beautiful, not just because my white hand offered an exciting contrast to it or because it was suppose to be taboo, but because it was on her and beautiful all by itself. It was Crystal being intoxicated running her hands through my hair, not because it was new or was attached to a white face, but because it was on me and she loved how it felt in her hands.
Those precious moments with Crystal sitting on my lap changed me forever. It was there that I realized there wasn't a label that applied to me or her when compared to how she felt against my touch. There wasn't an epithet or slur that anyone could ever utter to me that could challenge the security and depth of her caresses. I never felt more independent, more real, more alive, or more human in my life. I just know that the more we discovered and celebrated our racial differences, the more irrelevant they became.
Crystal was a beautiful and sexy ebony woman. Her race and the color of her skin enhanced her to me, drove me crazy, made me lust after her like no other. Yet the second I felt her heart beating against my fingertips, the second I felt her warm breath against my hand, the second I contemplated all the things that made her special to me, no matter how hard twenty years of programming made me try, I couldn't see the color of her skin anymore in the context I was "suppose" to. I wasn't afraid of nor did I give a shit anymore about the repercussions of being with her.
I just wanted to be with her. Period.
"You are so beautiful, Crystal" I said softly still gazing into her eyes and touching her neck "I want to look at you forever." I whispered.
That phrase wasn't a declaration of beauty; it was a declaration of love. I just didn't have the guts to drop the BIG four letter word on her yet. Rome wasn't built in a day anyway.
Crystal blushed basking in my words. Then she spoke confirming to me that I wasn't alone when it came to caressing induced revelations.
"We're gonna make it, Sean" She said firmly her eyes sparkling with adoration "I feel it now. I know it now. But most of all because.."
"I want it now too, Crystal" I said cutting her off and finishing her sentence "More than anything, girl, I just want my shot at the title."