Kent Collins - First Time For Sister

Hanson gave her another long, warm look. "Well then, I'm glad I brought you somethin'. You can call those books your present from me."

Billie nodded, smiling. "That's what I was thinking." She hugged the books and looked around nervously. When she glanced back at Hanson he was looking at her bare legs below the hem of the short dress she had on. At the same time Billie studied his smooth features and muscled shoulders. What was the danger Nora always nagged about? What was the real reason a white girl wasn't supposed to ride with a black boy? When Billie-Ann rode with Jed, her stepmother never said a thing about it.

Billie compared the two men in her thoughts. Seeing Jed's cock had given her an excited feeling all right, but it hadn't been anything like when she'd stumbled upon Hanson naked in the pond. Maybe that was it. Maybe black men had a way about them that made girls more sexy, Billie thought. She looked at him again while he drew circles in the dirt with a stick, and decided that there was something about Hanson that made her feel light and fluttery in her chest. But whatever might scare her about him took second place today. Alone in the woods the two of them were cut off from the hates and troubles of life outside and at least for a short time she could enjoy another person's company.

"You're so quiet," Hanson said, breaking the silence.

"Just thinking."

"Let me guess." He puckered his mouth, then tilted his head at her.

"You're thinking here I am alone with this niggah in the woods… I wonder how long it'll be before he grabs me and…"

Billie blushed and gave a shy little laugh. "I really wasn't thinking that at all…"

Hanson was laughing, too, but kept on. "… and then you're thinking, boy, I sure am glad nobody can see us…"

"I… I don't think I care if anybody does," Billie said, even though she knew that was only partly true.

"Well if you don't care, I sho do!" Hanson said, looking down his nose at her. "I mean just what do you think all them niggahs in Dooberville would say if they saw me with a white girl?"

Billie-Ann tried to hold it back, but then burst out in shrieking giggles and it was plain that Hanson was enjoying her amusement. "I don't know," she finally was able to say. "What would they say if they saw us together?"

"Here's what they'd say." Hanson grinned mightily and shouted, "Look out, boy, the sheriff's comin'!"

That set Billie off laughing again. It wasn't at all like she might hurt Hanson's feelings-he seemed to want her to laugh, and she understood how the way he poked fun at the ugly way some things were made them seem silly and ridiculous. Billie looked at Hanson like she'd never really seen him before.

"I never met a colored…" She mumbled to a stop but then went on, sure that he would forgive whatever she might say. "I never met a colored person like you before."

Hanson slapped his thigh and looked slyly at her. "That's what an education'll do for a black man."

"Gosh!" Billie felt almost as if Hanson were working a spell on her or something. It was mostly the warm way she felt talking with him. "I bet college is tough."

"Nothin' to it." He leaned back against the tree again and gazed up into the thick leaves. "All you need is a little natural rhythm and a good ear."

While Hanson chuckled quietly, Billie-Ann considered what he had said.

She was still wondering if she might have natural rhythm when he put his book down and stood up.

"Let's take a swim and cool off… what do you say?"

Billie felt herself stiffen. Already Hanson had grabbed the bottom of his jersey with both hands and was skinning it up over his head.

"Maybe I'd b-b-better not," she said. "I don't have anything to wear."

Hanson hung the jersey on a tree branch and reached for the buckle of his blue jeans. "Okay, but it's mighty hot to sit out on the bank."

Billie-Ann's heart was in her throat. She didn't know whether to run or turn her back or what. If Hanson let her see his big brown cock closeup she might faint. But then she knew she was letting her imagination run away with her. Of course, Hanson wouldn't just strip down to the buff right in front of her… it was silly to think he would. Just like she'd figured, he left his underwear on, though there didn't seem to be much to them. They were made of some blue satin mesh and hung low on Hanson's hips. The holes in the loose-woven material were just big enough for her to spy some brown skin underneath. Hanson stretched, and the shelves of muscles in his chest and flat stomach moved, completely capturing Billie's attention. He was really built, she kept thinking.

In fact, he was so powerful-looking it made her feel helpless and she hugged her books tighter against the front of her flimsy little dress.

It would be better if she went home… right away. Before Hanson got the wrong idea. It was then that Billie realized Hanson had been watching her again, and she gave him a weak smile. His hip jutted out and he was rubbing a hand slowly back and forth across his broad chest.

"I been thinking about you and I got a theory."

Billie shrugged. "Oh?"

"The trouble with you is all your life people been telling you never let a niggah boy touch you." He put his hands on his hips and scratched one leg with the sole of his foot. "So now you're just shivering and ashaking, scared to death that we might bump up against each other or that I might grab you real good and give you a heart attack or something."

Billie-Ann tried hard to meet his eyes. "Maybe…" She knew he was right. Hanson always was.

"So why not let's get it over with?" He put out his hand, palm up.

"Here, give me your hand."

Billie stepped back another foot, eyes wide and mouth set tight.

"Cain't w-we wait?"

"Come on! Put your hand on mine. Ain't nothin' gonna rub off."

Not to do it would have made her feel like a complete idiot, so Billie extended her arm and laid a trembling hand in Hanson's. He closed his fingers warmly over it but didn't try to pull her closer.

"Relax, for Chrissake!" he ordered. "I ain't breakin' any bones, am I?"

A laugh caught her unaware and she shook her head. "No. 'Course not."

But her knee joints felt weak and loose.

"So see there," Hanson chuckled, releasing her fingers, "we got it over with now, and you look as well off to me as you did a minute or two ago." He put a finger to his chin and took in the full length of her body. "Fact is, you might even look a little healthier."

"You must think I'm awful stupid," Billie-Ann mumbled, looking down at her feet.

"Naw." He put his hand out again and this time Billie gave him hers without hesitation. "It's them old folks that are stupid. My parents ain't no better'n yours. If my mother knew I was down here alone in the woods with a white girl, she'd run me out of the house with a shotgun."

Billie had just decided that she liked the way her hand felt inside Hanson's… liked the way his fingers wrapped clear over hers, hiding them. This time when he released her, she let her palm linger for a moment against his and then quickly took it back.

"Well," he said, shrugging, "I'm gonna get wet. Why don't you stick around for a while and we can talk some more?"

Billie-Ann watched him wade out until he was chest deep. Then he pushed forward and swam a few strokes to an old overhanging tree.

"Boy, that sure feels fine," he laughed, blowing water from his mouth.

The water did look inviting. Maybe she could wade a little anyway and cool off some. Quickly she kicked off her sandals and gingerly stepped through the broken branches and rocks until she felt the mossy bottom under her feet. The water lapped around her ankles and she made her way out from the bank carefully until it was up to her knees. Hanson hung from his elbow on the old waterlogged tree, watching her and making little splashes with his feet. Billie walked in circles, feeling the fine silt at the bottom squish between her toes. She was glad she'd decided to get a little wet. She was trying to stay away from what looked like the deepest part of the pond when her foot touched a big flat rock. Billie put her weight on it but immediately felt the rock shift forward and then she was slipping down into the drop-off.