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and saw a clear bulge digging out of it.

I reached for his hand and he shot out of his seat. "No," he said. "This ain't right."

But he started pacing the busted room. Once again, the words weren't for me.  I lounged on the couch and watched, almost smiling at the magical powers my body could possess.

He would pace along the length of the couch, glance at me, then turn around in silent struggle, his hard face twisting one way then another. When I'd drank in enough of his lean white angst, I stood and paced up to him.  He didn't notice till my breath was hitting his chin. He startled like a deer spotting a hunter.

"What you doing?" he said, a foot taller and ten sizes stronger, yet still with fear in his eyes.

"I wanted to thank you."

"Thank me? I was saving you from this."

"Yeah, that's why I want to thank you." I studied the fine lines of his pecs, the heart shaped indent at the bottom right before the muscles bulges out. "I can say no to a crappy meal then turn around and sink my teeth into a juicy one. Don't you know nothing about girls?"

"I know plenty about...white girls."

"That's a whole different book. Why don’t you open me up and see what I got?"

I traced a palm along his bare chest, and halfway down, he grabbed my arms and spread me open. I could feel my thick breasts thrust out at him and smiled a coy smile. His mouth hung open; his eyes locked on me in naked hunger.

He pressed me back with my arms. "No. Don't make me tie you up."

"Sounds fine to me. " I looked from side to side and then peered up at his narrow blue eyes. "Where's the rope?"

His eyes narrowed to slits and then his mouth smashed onto mine. We staggered back into the wall so hard, the wood creaked. He pinned my hands against the frayed wood and crushed his face harder into mine. His lips were soft and wet, and I could barely manage his hunger as he mashed mine up and down. His chest just barely touched my breasts, and even through my thick bra, my nipples registered whorls of pleasure at the feel of all that muscle enslaved by his breath.

He didn't seem to want to go any further, or he was enjoying the lushness of my full lips, luxuriating in this new thing I had to offer. He curled an arm around the small of my back and tugged me deeper against him. Our bodies crushed, his hardness against all my plush fullness. His pecs were like flat stones against my tits and his cock barreled a stiff line against my thighs. I wanted him inside me so bad, but we had time. We had hours.

I wrapped a hand around the back of his head, ruffling the buzzcut. I loved military guys and that was what the feel of his short brown bristle reminded me of. I held myself to him and pushed my tongue towards his.  He searched it a bit with his own and then sucked it in hungrily. Our spit ran together, the first of our juices to converge, and the crackle and spit of it in my ears felt like meat cooking over a hot stove.

I found his cock with my other hand and began stroking through the jeans. Lee's mouth fell loose, his hunger becoming a gasp of rapture. I kissed across his hard wide jaw line, and whispered in  his ear.

"Take your shirt off, white boy. Let's see how pale you are"

He tore off his vest and flung it to the floor. His muscles cast shadows in the darkness, rippling among themselves. I palmed them, imagining all that strength going to work on me.

"Your turn, black girl."

His twang made it sound like a dare, and I smiled and reached for the hem of my t-shirt, but he was there faster. He kissed me as he pulled the shirt up and off. He tossed it on his vest. our clothes were way ahead of us.

He kissed me all along my face then pulled back. His eyes went blue moon as he took in my vast mounds of breast, locked in behind a satin white bra.

"Oh this?” I asked. “Thought you didn't like to see too much black skin."

"If it’s all on one girl, it’s fine with me."

He sank almost reverently into the folds of my flesh. He nibbled at the exposed skin