Brad Roberts: Jenny_s favorite color

Janice couldn't have been happier at the suggestion. She pushed her finger into the oozing slit she had been caressing and began to finger-fuck slowly.

"I think you've just solved a lot of problems, honey."

A soft buzzing filled the car, and Ian glanced into the rearview mirror as he edged over to the curb and stopped. He reached under the dash and picked up the phone. He was a little surprised to hear Jenny's voice on the other end of the line; she rarely called him when he was working.

"What can I do for you, honey?"

There was a slight pause on the other end before she spoke.

"I want to talk to you. Can you come home for a few minutes?"

Ian glanced at his watch before he answered.

"Yes, I guess so, if it's important; I don't have an appointment for a half hour. What's the problem?"

"I'll tell you when you get here."

The line went dead in his hand, and Ian shrugged and hung it up; then he swung back out into the traffic and started for home.

Ben was slowly beginning to make sense out of almost everything. He could rationalize what had happened between himself and Sue now, even understand some of the things that had brought it about. But one problem still ate away at him.

Making love with Jenny had been something both wild and deep for him. He'd never felt that way before with another woman; and no matter how impossible it appeared to him now as he faced it squarely, he found himself wanting to see more of her. There were a thousand reasons why it would never work, the least of which was the fact that she was white and married, and he was black and just as married. He was finished with Sue; that had been obvious to him last night. But having something permanent with Jenny was stupid to even think about; it would never work even if she wanted it as badly as he did.

He found it a lot easier to give up what he had than to pull himself together and face the fact that he had nothing to go to. It wasn't going to be easy to find a woman that satisfied him in every way, as Jenny had; he knew damn well he would be comparing every broad he ever took out to her, and they weren't going to stand much of a chance.

Ian dropped down into the chair across from where Jenny was standing and lit a cigarette.

"Would you mind saying that again, slowly?"

Jenny walked across to the bar and leaned against it as she turned to face him.

"I know it sounds crazy, but I've spent all morning going over and over it, and I just can't help the way I feel. I want Ben; it's as simple as that. I don't want to cheat on you; I'm just not built that way, so I'm telling you now that that's the way it is. I don't know if he'll have me or not; I don't even know if he's interested, but I'm going to do my best to make him interested."

Ian nodded slowly.

"Well, you're sure as hell not beating around the bush. I guess it's just as much my fault as yours that we got into this thing in the first place. You realize, of course, that it's just a passing thing; you've always had a yen to be balled by a Negro, and you're infatuated with his body. Don't try to make it any more than that in your mind, or you'll just be kidding yourself."

Jenny shook her head.

"You're wrong; there's more to it than that, much more."

Ian cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"I won't argue with you, baby; I'm sure you'll find out the truth soon enough. On the other hand, I'm sure you'll agree that I can hardly sit back and wait forever for you to come to your senses and come back to me. I'm only human, and the idea of waiting for you to tire of another man and come back to me is a little hard to take. On the other hand, in order to be fair about it, I suppose you deserve a chance to find out for yourself; after all, we went into this deal together. I'll give you twenty-four hours to make up your mind. If you're not back here by then… I don't want you back at all."

Jenny let her eyes meet his. She could see that he was serious. It surprised her a little to find him taking it this easily, but then she realized that he was thoroughly convinced that she didn't have a chance with Ben and would be back well before the twenty-four hours was up.

"I won't be back, Ian; I'm in love with him, head over heels."

Ian shrugged and stood up.

"That remains to be seen, honey. I've got to get back to work. You know where to find me when you get over this infatuation for Ben's big black cock."

Jenny watched him drive away, then went over to the phone and called for a cab.

Ben was in the process of fixing himself a third drink when the doorbell went. He started toward the door, then paused, glancing down at himself. He had slipped into a robe after his shower, and that was all he was wearing. He looked at his watch and then at the door again. The only person he could figure was Sue, and she would use her own key.

The doorbell went again; and he shrugged and moved across to it, pulling it open. He was more than a little surprised to find Jenny standing in front of him. She caught the surprise on his face and smiled.

"Well, do I get to come in, or are you going to leave me standing here?"

Ben stepped back, motioning her inside. He closed the door behind her and spun around, leaning against it. His eyes met hers after a slow climb up her lush body. He felt himself warming just to her nearness, and he squashed the feeling.

"What can I do for you?"

Jenny had been trying to formulate words in her mind all the way over in the cab, and she'd found no easy way to put it. She knew what she wanted, and she knew what she had to offer; it was as simple as that.

She nodded in the direction of the drink in his hand.

"Could I have one?"

Ben nodded and moved across to the bar. He poured her a drink and then handed it to her as she moved across the living room and sat down on the couch. Ben dropped into the chair across from her. Jenny looked up at him and smiled.

"I gather Sue didn't come back?"

Ben shrugged. "I didn't expect her to… or want her to, for that matter. There's no reason why she should."

Jenny took a good slug of her drink for courage.

"I'll put it simply, Ben. I'm in love with you. I've told Ian."

Ben was taken completely off guard by the statement.

"Look, Jenny, we haven't known each other very long…"

Jenny cut him off.

"Don't treat me like a kid, Ben. I'm over twenty-one, and I know what I want. If you don't feel the same way, say so, and I'll leave; but I can't believe you don't love me too, not after being with you. The others were getting kicks, and I guess we were at first, but it went deeper than that; I could feel it."

Ben paused, taking a drink from his glass; then he let his eyes meet hers again.

"Okay, I love you too, but it just isn't that simple. I'm black, baby, or hadn't you noticed?"

Jenny nodded her head slowly.

"Yes, I know it won't be easy, Ben; it never is when it's this good. I'm just asking you to try it. I want to be with you, and I don't care if you don't want to make it permanent. I'll stay just as long as you want me to. I want you right now, and I'm always going to want you."

She emptied her glass and stood up, crossing over to him and holding out her hand.

"Please, Ben…"

No matter how much Ben wanted to keep it on a sensible, slow basis, he couldn't resist her. He set his glass down on the table beside him and stood up; then he accepted her hand. Suddenly he scooped her into his arms and carried her down the hall to the bedroom.

When he set her down, Jenny reached forward and undid the belt of his robe, then pushed it off his shoulders. She paused for a second to enjoy the muscular maleness of his powerful body, to study the stiff, throbbing mass of his thick, slightly uncapped cock; then she stepped back from him and quickly stripped away her clothes.