Party

Where’d this mist come from?” asked Miko. The full lipped Amer-asian only had half her roots in Coxville. Her native father had met her Japanese mother while serving in the military on Okinawa.

“It’s like it came from nowhere.” Patty, the buxom redhead peered out into the night. “Thick as I’ve ever seen.” The mist left droplets of water on Patty’s face like she was covered in sheen of sweat.

“I’d better get going,” said Pamela. “If this fog gets any worse, nobody’s going anywhere.” Pamela was a standout beauty, unique because her C-cup breasts were on the small side for Coxville County.

Miko turned towards a group of white football players. The black players were nearby, but the two groups tended to self segregate except during practice. Miko snapped her fingers in a zigzag pattern. “Boyfriends, it’s time to take us home.”

Kitty approached the group. “You all leaving?”

“Yeah girl, have you seen this weather.” Patty was a cheerful bouncy girl and her whole body jiggled when she talked. She was wearing a tight halter that showed off a bosom that rivaled Kitty’s mom’s and despite wearing a bra, Patty’s prominent nipples were clearly visible through the top. Nothing she did could hide her pointy knobs.

“Darn, I just got a full beer,” said Kitty, wishing she could go home with her friends, but Todd was responsible for her tonight. Kitty much preferred hanging out with her fellow cheerleaders for fun and conversation. Boys were only good for boy stuff and making out. Todd wouldn’t want to leave until the keg was tapped out. They were a close knit group and only the studious Susan was missing of their friends, as Susan preferred reading to socializing. “Be careful. Get plenty of rest and most importantly, “GO COCKS!”

“GO COCKS!” screamed, Miko, Pamela, and Patty as well as Stacy, the black cheerleader who was over with the group of black team members.

“I pity those poor Beavers,” laughed Miko. “The Cocks are gonna skin’em and wear ‘em for caps.”

“Todd doesn’t think we can win,” said Kitty, shaking her head.

“Bummer,” said Pamela. “Gotta run. Love ya girl.” Pamela gave Kitty a side kiss on her cheek just before her boyfriend Brian came over to escort her out, followed by Patty‘s boyfriend Steve, both handsome strapping popular boys that played with Todd.

A good deal of the rest of the party followed them wanting to get home before the fog got any worse. Kitty sipped her beer and watched the long stream of party goers file out. “I think we can win,” said a deep voice behind her.

Kitty spun around and found herself facing Samson West. The muscular black teen with the shaved head, sipped his beer and tried to stare in her eyes, but he kept sneaking glances at her chest. She didn’t like Samson, he was arrogant and cocky. Plus he was Todd’s chief rival and would have been quarterback if it wasn’t for Todd though they did work well together as a team. Also, he tended to stare at her with an intensity that made her nervous. He’d never flirted with her though. That would have been too bold in a town that lynched blacks for talking to white women just a few decades past. “Todd doesn’t seem to think so,” she said, haughtily. Her boyfriend was never wrong about football.

“That’s why Samson should be da quarterback,” said a tall, dark skinned black man with muscles that rivaled Coach Black‘s. LD was the subject of a lot of town gossip. His father also called LD had been popular among the black ladies in the colored part of town, knocking several up before abandoning his children and moving to L.A. to become a porn star. LD always kept his head covered with a cap or do-rag and never took off his sunglasses. A few teachers had tried to make him remove his shades, but they had backed down when they saw the angry glare from his eyes. “We’d of won last weeks game if it weren’t for tiny dick Todd.”

“That’s enough LD,” said Samson when Kitty gasped, staring wide eyed up at the giant black man. “Todd’s a good leader.” Samson winked at LD.

“We could do better,” replied LD. “You know what I’m saying? I gotta blow outta here, bro. Later.”

“Later. Lets kick some Beaver ass tomorrow.” Samson pounded LD on his back.

Kitty tried to step around the two black men as LD left the party. She glanced back at Todd hoping he’d rescue her, but three of the other black players had cornered him. The white players had mostly left, but the black players always held back at parties, waiting to kick the keg or probably to do some looting when no one was looking, she thought, scornfully. Todd was tall, fit, and muscular, but the three blacks dwarfed him. Stubby was shorter then Todd, but he was very squat and looked bigger. He had a shaved head like Samson, but sported a full goatee. Max was as big and as dark as LD, but he sported long dreadlocks. Deon was the only fat one of the bunch. He was always eating and even now had a bag of cheetos in his hand. His tee shirt was stained orange from them. They seemed to be arguing with Todd, occasionally pointing at Samson.

“I’ve watched the Beavers practice,” said Samson. “We can take them.”

Kitty looked up at the bald black teen. She drained her beer and felt the room spin a little. She really needed to get back home and in bed. “Todd lives and breathes football, Samson. If he says we can’t win, we can’t win.” She hiccoughed and quickly covered her mouth.

“I bet we can win.“

“I bet we can’t.“ Kitty hiccoughed again.

The big black man shook his head. “You’d think he’d try harder. If you were giving me a blow job after each victory, I’d win every game.” Samson frowned. He was acting a little out of character and assumed he must have been drunker then he thought.

Kitty was looking at him in horror. “That bastard! He’s lying. I don’t do… He told you!”

“He told the entire football team what he was getting after our one sad victory of the year.”

“I’ll kill him.”

Samson laughed and grabbed her shoulders when she tried to move past him to go after Todd. “Hold on,” he said, staring into her eyes and then glancing down at her firm young breasts. Samson felt his cock stir. “I believe we were about to make a bet.”

“I’m not much for betting,” said Kitty, calming a little. “What did you have in mind?”

Samson ran through some ideas in his head, twenty bucks, a case of beer, or having Kitty do his homework, but when he opened his mouth to speak, he said, “I want what Todd gets.” Kitty looked as shocked as he felt at what he had said, but as the seconds ticked by, he began to feel more confident. “Yeah, I want a blow job from the cheerleading captain.” Kitty gasped angrily and tried to pull away, but Samson increased his grip on her shoulders. “Whatsa matter, not as confident that Todd knows as much about football as you thought? He says you’re a first class cocksucker.”

Kitty was furious, but she wasn’t sure if she were madder at Todd or Samson. “I can’t suck you off,” she said.

“Why not?” Samson asked

Because you’re black, thought Kitty. Because you’re Todd’s rival. Because you’re a black guy. Because you’re an arrogant jerk. Because you're black. The races did not mingle in Coxville. “Because I’m Todd’s girlfriend,” she blurted out.

“Then have some faith in him. Chicken.” Samson began flapping his arms and making clucking noises. “Chicken. Chicken. Bawk Bawk Bawk.”

“Alright,” she snapped. “Stop acting like a fool.”

“It’s a bet?”

“Yes, it’s a bet. But if Todd’s right and the Beavers win, you quit the team.”

Samson West reared back a little and released her shoulders. Kitty Summers was playing hardball. Football was all he had and his only hope of getting out of Coxville was a football scholarship. He looked down at the blue eyed blonde cheerleader with her fit body and big breasts, immediately deciding it would be worth the risk. “Deal,” he said.

Kitty looked a little surprised. She thought she’d had him. She didn‘t want him off the team. He was every bit as responsible for winning their one game as Todd was. The Cocks needed him. “It’s a bet,” she muttered. If Todd was right and she’d never known him to be wrong predicting a football game’s outcome, she was eliminating her boyfriend’s biggest rival. But if Samson was right, she’d have to put a black man’s penis in her mouth. She shivered as if someone had just walked over her grave. “If you win the game, I’ll meet you in the locker room and suck your(gulp)… suck your penis, but if the Beavers win, you quit the team before the

next game.”