Pillow Talk

"M-nuh!"

Elaine's pillow disappeared from between her thighs and joined her... eew. Her comforter.

Across the room, in a heap, as far away as possible.

Not far away enough. Not for what she had found on it, tainting it, after her mother's tumble down the stairs. After her righteous scolding by Brand and...

Not out of sight. Not out of mind.

The tipsy, beer-addled colored girl collapsed on the now-featureless landscape of her rectangular bed and - with no more support, in more discomfort than ever, started her ritual all over again.

Telling herself to stop tossing and turning.

Her day had been long enough. Everything would make sense in the morning.

Go to sleep.

I-ignore. Ignore the images and feelings playing in her head. Looping. An endless cycle of reliving her mistakes at college, and her mistakes at home. Of her day - of being covered in James's... covered in splooge. Of regrets and recriminations and what... what kind of girl...? What kind of mother...?! A-and the feeling of sh-shooting, squirting, all over the bathroom mirror, and... and cleaning it up afterwards and...

Hating it. Hating, while she explored the persistent, nagging feeling between her thighs. While she explored the seam of her penguin-print cotton jammie bottoms.

While she even... in an attempt to get it right... as it got worse...

She reached inside. Again. And t-touched, again, and every thought that got her closer...

Every thought pushed her away. Pushed what she needed - away.

And made her feel awful while doing it. Trying to get what she needed. First from her back and... and then turning over, from her stomach, toes curling, f-f-fingers t-touching...

"N-nnh!"

Touching bare... along... i-inside...

"Nnh! Ah-hh... Ah-hh..."

On the edge - louder.

"Ah-hh... AH-hh..."

As loud as she dared, the teen - almost. With Brand in her head, his scent and presence she a-ah-almost...

A spasm - a spasm of pure frustration, and Elly hit her soft mattress with a hard fist.

An unsatisfying creak, and again, and... a-and -

Sweating, Elly rolled over, onto her butt, swinging her feet over the edge of her mattress, and bounced up.

Oo-oops. Resting a hand on the dresser...

A - still a little... not drunk. But tipsy, she bounced up, and a moment later her legs carried her right out of her room.

Away from her soiled comforter and childish... everything, Elly was down the hallway almost before realizing she wasn't heading for the bathroom.

She was down the hallway, with her hand poised to knock, before she even paused.

Before she hesitated, and had a chance to think. A chance to...

A-a chance she let slip away. Her hand, the one that wasn't all w-wet and... her clean hand didn't knock. It rested on the door handle.

Elaine furtively, stealthily, not daring to breathe and not daring to think, opened the door to her mother's bedroom. Where Brand would be.

Alone. Just like her.

"Elaine?"

Elly, her head barely inside the crack, almost retreated. Almost slammed the door shut. Her toes scrunched the carpet, ready to pivot her body and run.

She...

Heart thumping, the teenager opened the bedroom door just a little bit more, and let half her face... both eyes poke around the corner.

"You're... awake?" Elly asked, very small. Very...

What a silly question. The light, the bedside lamp shone on a... a handsome white man, half propped in bed, laptop resting on his -

She couldn't do this.

... She didn't even know what she was doing.

"Mm," Brand glanced from the computer screen to Elly's wide brown eyes. "Would you like to come in?"

Elly's toes, feet...

Her hand touched, and clicked the door shut behind her.

"... Yes," Elly whispered, after the fact. After she was inside, with...

The silence. W-waiting.

"Th-thank you."

"Mm." A few key strokes, and... "Did you need something, Elaine?"

Oh, god. Oh... "N-no. No."

Brand's attentive smile became disinterested. His fingers, the computer...

No?? God! She was a little girl. A foolish -

"Um..." Elly... Elly took a step nearer.

"Um, Brand?" Elly... she needed - "I do need..."

A little step. A half-step.

"Brand?"

"Yes, Elaine?" Brand looked up again.

Attentive again.

"I..." The words, the feelings, the... "I can't sleep."

She had Brand's... his eyes were... Elly met them for a moment.

Just long enough to tell him...

"...Alone."

Alone. T-tipsy.

"Come here, Elly." Brand gestured next to him, to the side of the bed.

A-alone.

Hanging her head, avoiding Brand's gaze, the brown teenager hugged her chest, hugged the big penguin smiling from the center of her tee, and c-covered her pokey nipples.

She walked, all the way to...

"Hey, Penguin."

Elly... Elly blushed.

"Hi..." Swallowed. "H-hi."

'Penguin'. G-god. She was so... and - h-he was so...

Elly... waited. By her mother's bed, feeling her skin grow hot, her stomach -

Brand sighed, and clicked his computer closed.

"Elly, you are very cute. Mostly, I'm happy to see you..."

The white man frowned. Slight. A small tightening of his brow.

"But I've already had to address one woman sneaking and tumbling around in this house. Its exhausting, dealing with one of your mother."

"Dealing with two is beyond me right now."

It was like a physical blow.

Having seen, heard how her mother... having felt her own dark, shameful satisfaction, and being compared to that -

"It's late, and I have work to do," Brand thumbed his laptop, "... So while another time I'd love to play this game with you - if you want something now, you're going to have to tell me."

Reeling, E-Elly...

"Elaine," Brand's expression softened. His hand... his hand brushed her hip. "You can be a woman, in this bedroom. Or you can be a girl, in your own. You have to make that choice."

Elly... Elaine...

She wasn't going to go back.

Elaine dropped her huggy arms from her chest.

No matter what. A cold, sobering wash of certainty - she wasn't going back to her room, and into her empty bed. With her comforter, tainted by her mother, crumpled on the floor.

There was nothing for her there. Nothing - and, worse, it would mean she was just a...

A slutty, scared little girl. Rejected.

Or a woman - for a man.

Elly lifted her chin up, threw her shoulder's back, thrust her chest out and... and saw something move, inside Brand's briefs, as his cool gray eyes roamed over her body. Openly appraising her womanly curves, her upright breasts.

Her hard nipples.

She was beyond sobriety. Everything was clear.

Elly hooked her fingers under her thin, clingy shirt.

"I'm not leaving."

The black teen pulled up, and... and very deliberately kept her resolve from crumbling. She pulled her shirt up, revealing her drum-tight belly, feeling the pull, the tension of fabric lifting her bouncy young boobs...

Feeling the tension break, feeling them fall against her chest - buoyant and proud and rising with each breath.

"Brand," Elly licked her lips. She... she couldn't crumble. She had been ready. Prepared for this. Expecting it. She...

"Brand," Elly looked, very seriously into a pair of gray eyes. Running her fingers over her skin, her curves, her nipples... down her ribs, and sides, a-and hips - "I'm on the pill."

The hard, long thing, still concealed in Brand's boxers twitched appreciatively, and Elly... it was hard... so hard to do, but she smiled.

She didn't crumble. She would do what she needed, what Brand needed. Elly smiled, and pulled down the elastic waist of her penguin jammies.

She had no one else. No one. This was... this was what she wanted.

"Elaine - "

"It's okay." Elly found her smile. Made it stretch her cheeks once more, while her hand slid over her bare, pronounced brown mound. "I want to feel like a woman."

Shirt bunched up over her breasts, pajama pants tight around her thighs, Elly climbed on top, climbed and set aside Brand's laptop and felt... it.

Spread across Brand's legs, the wet black teenager felt his thick thing through the thin fabric of his briefs. She touched. Stroked. Ran both her hands up, and down, feeling the strong shaft, the contrast of his fragile orbs. Gently, she...

Looking into Brand's eyes, and back down at her work, Elly freed it. Saw the bare, ruddy tan skin, felt its warmth, its veiny length, a-and swallowed.

I-inside her. She... sh-she...

"Elly - you don't have to."

N-no! "No! I... I want to, I..."

"It's okay..."

N-no! He didn't understand. She needed it. She need-needed to -

"Elly, it's okay." A big hand... a strong hand enveloped hers, stroked the pole that... her hand didn't even fit around it, unless she squeezed, and then just barely.

Oh... god. ****, welling...

"... Thank you."

Saved.

Elly's heart burst open. Her heart, her...

"I-I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you. I want to. I want to - whatever you... It's my fault. I - "

He saved her.

"Thank you." Kisses, wet little kisses, on Brand's stomach, his hips and scrotum a-and penis and...

"Thank -" K-kissing... "Thank you. Thank..."

He rescued her. Through the haze of - had she thought she was clear headed? She was -

"Elly..."

She was a mess. She had been ready to... a-any other man might have...

"Th-" K-kissing, lifting and kissing the soft underside of Brand's... "Thank you. Th-"

"Elly, listen a moment."

A big hand firmly pressed on the back of Elaine's head, filling the negro girl's mouth, stilling her kisses, stifling her words. Stuffing whatever more she might have said on clean, thick white dick.

"Good girl."

Gu-

Following a prompt, a hand pressing, Elaine b-bob... bobbed her dark head, tasting a-and...

Gu-good...

"... Listening?"

O-oh! A question! Slurping up a bit of drool, the black teenager lifted her head up and, "Y-ye-phh," G-got pushed down.

Oh... oh. Looking up with a pair of attentive, long-lashed brown eyes, Elly nodded.

Elly bob-nodded, "Mm-hmm," A-and... gushed. Pressing her soft, wet folds against Brand's knee and shin she gushed and bobbed and...

"- oral sex."

H-huh?

Elly... paused. "Yyuh?"

Brand... Brand frowned, and brushed a strand of hair away from Elly's face. "Elly, I know you can do two things at once. Try to pay attention."

Flinching...

Down. U-up. D- "Gn..." S-sorry - focused, this time, attention and eyes really on Brand, sucking and tonguing and swallowing a-and looking...

"Elly, forget for a moment about what else you have to offer. Those thick lips," E-Elly s-swallowed, and... "Perfect DSLs."

DSLs...? Elly... Elly bobbed and looked up, big eyes curious and questioning above her hollow cheeks and full mouth.

Brand smiled, "Not a term for little girls. You can handle it, though. Dick Sucking Lips. Your lips, Beautiful."

O-oh. Elly... Elly wasn't sure she...

"Don't pout. It's unbecoming of a beautiful young woman - and you can be a desirable woman just like this, with what you're showing now. You're slowing. Don't think so hard - that tongue... stick it out when you slide down, like you did before."

N-not pouting, trying harder, t-trying not to be clumsy, and... tongue. It made her drool, when she slipped her long tongue past her thick bottom lip. But - she could feel the physical response along her fingers. In her mouth. Feel...

"Elly..." Hearing the breath start to shake in her... her lover's voice, Elaine concentrated. His voice, her actions. Better, smoother, her hips in motion with her body, her lips slipping -

"Elly," A hand stroked the teen's hair, "That's a long... long tongue. Use what you have like a woman. Not squeamish. Not fumbling." Brand's hand - shifted. From her hair to under Elly's chin. Raised her up, instead of pushing down.

Light-headed, breathing, finally really breathing, sucking back fluids a-and trying to still... to be pretty, Elly **** a smile with her th-thick lips, and... a woman nodded.

... And Brand told her what he wanted.

... What?

Elly - Elly, slipped off Brand, and off the bed.

Wh-Whatever he wanted. She had said... said it, and meant it. Anything. But this -

Elly slipped off the bed. She did. She slipped off, and she kneeled on the floor. He had given her back... and she needed...

But -

B-butt. Brand followed her, and... back turned to her, leaned forward. Leaned one hand onto the bed, the other holding h-him self. His penis. His... dick.

Instead of Brand's handsome face, his gray eyes, Elly looked up... lashes blinking and brow knitted - she looked at... a-at something else.

One off-pink hole. One brown eye, wrinkled and winking.

"I'm... are you sure?"

Wink.

"Are you sure... this?"

W-wink.

This... Elly swallowed. This was not exactly what she had in mind. Not something that could have crossed her mind.

"Elly," Brand sighed. Disappointment, and the teen felt her queasy stomach drop straight through the floor.

No...

"I told you - I'm all showered. Maybe you're simply not ready for - "

N-no.

"No! I - " Elly spread Brand's cheeks and... h-hesitantly plunged in.

Kissed.

Puckering her lips into a tight, muscled circle of her own, the black girl met Brand's butthole and kissed it.

One kiss, one quick...

E-eew. She... drawing back, Elaine restrained the urge to wipe her lips on her shirt.

Wink.

Tipsy head turning... Elly frowned at it.

"Good. Try again. Slower. Paying attention. This is another kind of oral sex, Elly. Like you did up top - you're trying to make a connection."

A 'connection'. A-a connection. Elly spread, and -

sff

S-sniffed, ever so slightly. Subtly, so as not to be heard or felt. Trying to detect...

It... didn't smell like much of anything. A little sweat, a faint hint of some bitter... but not...

Not gross. It didn't smell... bad.

Wink.

O-oh. Licking her lips...

Leaning in, Elly k-

"There's a girl..."

Kissed, and felt it move under her lips. Clench, and relax. A little like... to her addled brain... a little like it was kissing back.

"You used your tongue."

Oh, god! He - he must -

"I-I'm sorry. I - "

"No, that's perfect. Really good. Just do what comes naturally, Elly."

It - it wasn't natural. Wrinkled and... and looking at her, it was completely unnatural to even think that -

"You're an amazing kisser."

"Um - " A... it... she saw it. Looking. It was Brand's voice - but she couldn't see his face.

Just... it. And Elly... a quiet... a whisper. A tiny, embarrassed, "Thank - "

"Kiss me."

A- "ah..." E-Elly...

Wink.

A brief, hesitant pause - and, with a blush, Elly spread Brand's firm cheeks and kissed his anus.

With her lips. Puckered and wrinkled, a small kiss. A... long kiss. And when it flexed, when it responded...

Her tongue darted.

"Good girl..."

Her t-tongue...

"I know why you came here."

A hard... firm, but soft... in the squishy, swollen place between her legs, where she needed - needed! Something...

"M-mm..."

Brand's heel. Instantly slick, Elly lowered her hips down. Stretched her neck up.

"You came in here for a squirt. Didn't you, Elly?"

"Mmn!"

Curved black lashes fluttered wildly.

Shirt rolled up over her young black tits, jammies scrunched around her ankles, h-humping like -

"Elly, tell the truth. Tell the truth or no more kissing."

Righting himself, back still turned, Brand - a strong hand wr-wrapped in Elaine's hair.

D-denying her! Like she - !

"What were you doing before you came in here?"

"U-um, I..."

"h-ah!" Between her legs, Brand's heel pressed u-u-up against -

"Mm-masturbating." Before her eyes, Elly's long tongue flicked out, extending - u-ugh!

Licking! Licking at the closed-shut crack she c-c-couldn't quite -

"Masturbating." A flat male voice, a... a hand in her hair. Not pulling her towards - keeping her away from...

"And you needed a squirt."

Oh, god. "God... y-"

Y- "Yes!"

A flick lick, a quick slither along the edge of Brand's distant buttcrack. U-uh-ugh! Elly reeled her tongue in, pulled it inside her mouth, and swallowed - and humped and squeaked a needy little, "S-squir-r-"

Hair suddenly released Elly, overbalanced, found her black face mashed right into a pair of saliva-damp, firm white buttcheeks.

"I know... I know, beautiful." Beautiful... beautiful. Buried in... where Brand couldn't see her - beautiful. Buried further as he leaned forward again, face in the spread, with male butthairs tickling the inside of her nose - "You're a good squirter."

A pillow... A pillow landed next to the kissing, licking colored teenager. "We will get you a squirt. Pillow - under your knees."

Pillow. Her mom's... operating by feel, lapping Brand's rosebud, her nose stimulated by... i-irritated by furry little anal pubes, Elly shifted...

"N-nh..." L-lifted the white man's foot, his heel, into her tender slit... and worked the soft pillow underneath.

"You're very pretty, Elly."

Brand couldn't even see her. He couldn't, but it... it squeezed her tongue.

"N-angk yoo..." Elly blushed and...

Wink. She could feel it. Feel it, Wet from her tongue, it. Grasping. Pulling.

Her tongue...

Pushing. Oh god. Pushing further in. Slipping past a tight, muscled ring, venturing inside, while her hips... her lips and...

Sff... s-sssf.

H-h-her sniffly nose, sucking in air to breathe, to live, to...

Tingle. Wiry anal pubes tickling, tingling her sinuses, f-far inside -

"That's a good girl. A good kisser."

"Nn- Ll-llp...

"Pretty lips. A strong... show me how long your tongue is. Lick way in there."

Lick - Oh god. Ohgodohgodohgod.

"Moh odg... M-oh modg..." Elly murmured, tongue...

Tongue pushing i-inside a narrow anal passage.

"That's good. Good... can you squirt like this?"

Yes! Y- "Mn-essh!"

L-laughing, "It's okay. You've got a pillow. Your mother’s down in the basement and won’t hear."

Nn-!

"Nnh-! A-Aa...!"

"You’ve got her pillow right there to soak it up."

"MmHH-!"

"You can squeal as loud as you need to, kiss and lick my butthole as deep, and hump my heel as hard as you need.

"Llh- Nuu-AhH!"

"Whatever helps a girl like you get the squirt she needs. Whatever a girl like you needs to squirt."

Pressure -

Brand's anus squeezed her tongue tight.

"I'm right here."

Squeezed...

"Squirt."

Squirt. The command - Elly's eyes rolled back into her skull.

"Nn-uAaA-n...UAh..."

She gushed.

"-aAh-NnNN...Nuh!"

Tongue writhing uncontrollably and her, face cheeks mushed and smooshed between hard white buttcheeks, Elaine hosed the older man's heel with warm, sputtering black girl ejaculate.

"Mna -ank! A-a-ank oo! Y-angg oo!"

With a wet little pop, Elaine's aching tongue found the exit.

"Th-thank you," Elly, gasping for breath, legs quivering weakly, kissed and licked, while her hips sank back and she...

Twitch.

Spread white butt, and kissed.

"Thank -lpp you..." Elly kissed.

"-llp... lp - lpp..."

"Thank - "

K-kissed. Puckered black girl lips kissed.

"Thank you."

Twitching. Winking..

"-llp"

"Thank you."

K-kissed, and kissed. Hugged the thigh of the leg she had humped, and kissed.

"Thank you. Thank - thank you..."

"... Elly?"

O-oh. Elly... Elly, lips frozen in a thick, puckered kiss-kissy circle... stopped, and a deeply guilty -

She... in some way, she had almost forgotten Brand was there.

"Y-yes." Breaking her k-kissing, she -

Winking. Wet, pulsing...

Th-thank -

Elly almost slapped herself. Shut her mouth, and opened it.

"Yes? Brand." Licking her wet lips... B-Brand, "Yes?"

"Elaine... are you thanking me? Or my butthole?"

"You!" Oh, god. Too fast, too guilty, not laughing or... "Y-you... just you. I...

"Mm." Beneath her, a heel w-wiped the pillow...

"Um... it's just a lot. When that happens, um, I kind of don't know what I'm saying, I think."

"You. Thank you."

W-wink.

U-um... staring, Elly...

"Y-you. You know just what to do. I've never... before y-kh-ou" Throat...! The colored teenager swallowed audibly, gagging slightly, working down a troublesome little hair. "Thank you."

Heel clean, the white man turned, his big white thing wagging in Elly's face, a hand cupped -

"I enjoyed it too, Elaine."

Brand sat on the edge of the bed. Hand cupped - and semen pooled in the center.

"You did really well. That was perfect." Brand extended the goopy, runny stuff.

T-to Elly.

He offered... it.

"Um," Elly... Elly looked up, brown eyes shining. He - he expected...?

Obviously. Obviously he -

"I know its a lot. I just want you to try. To try - and try to get used to eating it. It'll be easier like this, on your terms."

"Um..." With her hand on Brand's thick wrist for support, E-Elly lowered her chin, and... and looked, up, into Brand's eyes.

And, looking up, she lapped and slurped the irregular white fluid pooled in his palm.

T-too much!

U- "U-u-Ukg-gkhh!" Immediately... Ugh! Mouth twisting, pretty black college girl face screwing up, Elly... salty, earthy, s-slimy...

Slimy. The t-texture was... was by far the worst...

"U-urk..."

"It's okay." Amusement, real affection tinged - "Take your time, Elly."

With her... her lover's fingertips brushing her hair, her hollow cheek, Elly tried to smooth her scrunched-up face. T-tried to stop her trembling lips from opening and ejecting -

"Don't spit. Elaine - " Brand prompted the black teenager's chin up, her eyes up. "Elly - swallow."

Stern gray eyes...

Swallow. Quivering lips sinking into a p-pouty, sick frown...

Elly gulped.

Whole body shuddering, the pretty colored girl **** her tight throat open, and **** the muscles of her neck... the thick stuff... it slid. Back. Down.

I-inside.

"Good." Brand smiled, and brushed the stress tears from the corner of each of Elly's eyes. "You're not a little girl. You'll get used to it."

Elaine... Elly looked up, and managed a kind-of smile back.

"Do you still want to sleep in my bed?"

Oh, yes. She... y- "Yes. Please, yes." Elly swallowed.

"Elaine..." The white man, tall above her teen self, smiled down affectionately. "Take your clothes off. Next to me. Ill keep you warm."

"You can set them right on your mother's pillow, okay?"

Elly nodded. Scrunching, stripping, she crawled in next to Brand and...

Brand cleared his throat, and stopped her kiss with a little tug on her ear. "A little cleaner, beautiful."

Oh! Cum and spit and butt - Ugh! E-eew. "Sorr-" Elly wiped her mouth on a sheet corner a-and - beautiful? She must have been a mess! "Sorry."

"It's okay."

"It's okay, come here..." An arm...

An arm hugged the black teen close. No kisses, but...

But warm, and strong, and Elly rested next to Brand, on top of him.

And breathed...

Matched his breathing...

And... belonged, somewhere. With a warm body. With a man.

This man.

Massaging her tensely rigid of her shoulders, her back.

"Brand?" Elly... "It isn't all true. What I said. I didn't just come in here for... for that. It's more."

U-um... "More than t-to have a - to get help w-with, um, my..."

S-squirt.

She... Elly curled into Brand's warmth.

"Um, I think I really, really did come here to sleep, too. To be safe."

The arm around her back wrapped around, drawing her close. Silence, but he was listening.

Listening, letting Elly take her time. Letting her say it. She...

"When - when you sp-spanked my mom? When you put her down in the basement to sleep? It made me feel safe. I couldn't... cant explain it, and - "

Out of nowhere, through the peace - almost a muscle spasm. Elly hit the mattress. Fist clenched -

"I'm so messed up lately. And - this is messed up. Spanking my Mom? That's messed up! Brand...!"

"Elaine."

Elly flinched, and shut -

"Elaine, you saw her upstairs. You know what she was doing better than me. I don't know what that was like for you, but I had to do something. I had to find out. How did I do that?"

S-spanking. That, and...

"She... she told you what... what she... did." Did. Her mom did the banister.

"That's right. You were listening."

No question. Brand told her... he knew. Elly was listening.

It wasn't a question, but Brand paused until...

She... "Y-yes." Listening. Listening to...

Hair... hair stroked, and tucked gently behind her ear. "... And what did you hear?"

"... You spanked her. You put her - my mom, over your knee. And you spanked her."

"Her bottom was bare," The black girl whispered, and held the man next to her close... close.

Her hand held Brand's big, heavy penis for support.

"... And you spanked it. Her bottom. Her."

"You felt safer."

"I don't know." Elly... yes. "Y-yes. Then, or maybe after. I get confused. Maybe... maybe it was the basement. There... Brand, there was a wet spot. On my comforter. Where she was sitting."

Her fingers t-touched...

"Brand - a big wet spot."

Brand...

Laughed.

He laughed! Elly - E-Elly...!

"It's not f-funny!" It wasn't funny! But Elly felt her cheeks...

"Oh, Penguin..." Broad chest shaking in mirth, a kiss touched the top of Elly's head, nestling in her hair.

"It's not!" Half laughing herself, half sobbing, doing her best to suppress both, E-Elly...

"It's okay to laugh Elly. And to cry. And to say - what do you want to say?"

S-say? Elly... Elly shut her mouth, shut her eyes, and... held. Held on tight with her hand.

"Tell me." No... "Tell me anything. This can be a safe place for you."

"Whatever you - "

"I keep thinking about the mirror. Seeing myself."

That... Elly wasn't sure where the words came from.

That wasn't true. Not...

"S-squirting," Elly whispered, and held Brand close. Caressed his ****...

Safe.

"I tried so hard not to come here. I did. I tried... tried on my own. I couldnt get these images out of my head, couldn't stop trying t-to... couldn't."

She wasn't even talking to Brand anymore. Wasn't even... just tipsy, feeling his masculinity with her hand, his strength hugging her body.

"If you weren't awake, I was going to sneak into bed with you. I know I was. Try again - h-here."

"With you."

"What were you thinking about?"

"Um." Dread. "U-um... thinking?"

"You said you couldn't finish yourself." Gently, so gently, Brand... "That you had to come here because of what was going through your head. Elly - you can keep it in. But, you can let it out. It'll help - and what if it gets worse?"

"I..." Elly almost began.

N-no. Shaking her head, "Brand - i-its embarrassing. W-worse. You don't want to... n-no."

"... Okay. Okay, Elly." Brand... soothing her, protecting her - "If that's - "

"Everything." Oh god. Watching herself, trying to **** of - "Everything, the last few days. You. J-James, using me - he put, his stuff, all over my face. That was just - that was today! God! You... you must think I'm..."

"Elly, don't worry about me. I see you. I know you're a good girl."

God! Elly gripped Brand tight, and... groaned. Her fingers... p-pressed her thick, nubby c-cli-

"I'm not." P-panting... "I'm not good. I was thinking about - "

No.

"... Its okay. What is it?"

"Tell me."

"This guy at college..." Please... "Mostly touching. Touching each other. Through clothing. U-underneath. Together. But one time it was me, touching myself in front of him. That's... that's what I was thinking about, with him. It... got me closest, I think. It was so... so embarrassing, when I did it. I couldn't f-finish with him."

"Finish?"

'Finish'. She wasn't fooling anybody, wasn't... wasn't a little girl.

Elly, shy, buried her brown face.

"Cum," A whisper, "I couldn't c-cum, in front of him, like that. I couldn't, and... and I couldn't in my room, even when I got close... it made me sick."

And a little sick, again.

"He said he thought I'd be easy. That black girls... are. Are easy. 'L-line up for it' - f-for sex. That was after he got mad, when I wouldn't - he said that."

C-comfort. Brand's thick, half-stiff thing. Her... her clit.

Her...

"You said I was big. Um, down there. You called it a big... clitty."

"Elly, what does that have to do with - ?"

"That's what he told me, too. When I was masturbating for him. Brand? Is it big? Just tell me."

Really big. Elly touched...

"Elaine..."

I-it wasn't a lie. Or a tease. Elaine's hand coiled, sliding a-away from the wet place between her legs.

"Yes, it's very big."

Big. Very big.

Brand, hand on her wrist, p-put her hand back on her fat nub.

Waited. He waited until she rubbed it, before taking his hand away.

And he stroked her cheek.

"All women are a little different down there. You know that. Sometimes black women are a little different."

"It's not a bad thing."

The hand touching her cheek, touched her lips.

Elly... Elly touched warm, firm skin... and damp, cool orbs... and herself.

"Elaine, it's no different than these lips. Thick, and touchable, and perfect. All over -"

The thumb on her lips - over her bare collarbone, over the mounds of her brown breasts until they brushed her soft dark nipples.

"Perfect. Large and upright and round..."

From her nipples... strong white hands drifted down her ribs, the sides of her narrow stomach, around her hips to the sensitive skin of Elly's curved black bu-

"Mnh!"

Butt. Brand smirked to Elly's face, while the black teen... Her body molded against his...

"Like up top - made for touching."

T-touching... Brand's touch turned into a firm tap, almost a butt slap with the flats of his straight fingers.

"All that, and this, too. Elly..."

Butt, to around front. Lightly pinching her wrist, gripping it between thumb and fingers and moving her hand... moving with her m-masturbation...

"Your big clit? Your squirts? You're like this for a reason."

"Bran-Brand," Elly, gasping -

"Okay, Elly?"

Moving... touching... "O-okay."

The colored girl's hair, head, got another kiss. "Elly - you're a sensitive girl. Its hard to know, sometimes. I understand."

"Brand?" Elly was tired. Exhausted. She... she was mostly touching Brand's balls, herself, idly... comfortingly. "Brand, there's something else. That boy... I couldn't face him, knowing what he'd seen... what he thought of me."

Her secret... her shame...

It wasn't worth...

"I dropped the class I was in." God, that had hurt. She gad regretted... regret, and... "All this happened... I know its not fair, or right, but I feel like if I had just had sex with him, like he wanted..."

"I dropped the class, Brand. I was going to tell Mom, as soon as I figured out how. B-but... I'll tell her. Don't..."

"I'm not going to tell, Elly. Elaine - it's okay. I'm glad - whatever brought you here, that you're here. It's... not just me, either. With your mom - we can be a team.

A-a team...

"Can you help me? Can you show me how strong you are?"

"I need your help." Thick white fingers fingers hugged Elaine close, gluing the two together.

Black and white, melded together.

To Elly... tired... warmth... they were melded, like that, body and soul.

Yes.

"Partners?"

Holding him, touching herself, Elly...

"Y-yes."

Elly held on. The worry, the confusion -

Distant, while she held on. She held on. Held...

Elly held on to Brand. The man in her life. The one she wanted. The little negro girl snuggled and held and touched him.

She needed it to make sense. Needed to... hold tight.

Against uncertainty... holding onto warmth. Held by...

Cradled.

And rocked...

Adrift. Drifting...

"Anything..."