Pink

Aaron Jefferson grasped onto the ladder, pulling himself onto the back of the boat, panting loudly. A buxom young Black woman in a Jamaican flag bikini and dreadlocks laughed.

"You never do tan do ya white boy? Always just turn pink," Jacqwiesha jested. Aaron flushed, turning as pink as the rest of his skin.

It was true enough. He'd inherited his parents alabaster skin, and unlike his mother and sister, had never managed to get a good tan. He turned pink, like a lobster, time after time.

Jacqwiesha was his age. He'd known her since he'd moved to Jamaica, and she was close. Like a sister. But like a sister he wanted to fuck, he thought, looking at her flawless dark beauty. But he always felt like an outsider here ... like a pink white boy that didn't belong. He sighed, rubbing on the aloe.