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I Only Have Eyes For You

By: miserybusiness



"Good grief, mom and dad, how do you expect a fella to get to know anyone if he's constantly moving from town to town?" I was bored to pieces in the back of the car, and mom and dad's cheery demeanor was really ticking me off.

"Pipe down, Brendan, will ya? This is the last time we're moving. It's such a swell neighborhood!"

Swell? Sure. That's what mom said the last time me moved. That was the third time. 

Dad cleared his throat in that loud, obnoxious manner that I hated. He pulled up in front of some white picket fenced, too-good-to-be-true, straight out of "I Love Lucy" shack. Whoopie.

"Here we are!" He shut off the engine and opened the door, then walked around to let mom out. She re-tied the sleeves of her cardigan, artfully placed on her shoulders. She swore she was Marilyn Monroe sometimes.

I slid out of the Cadillac--my dad's most prized possession--and kicked the door shut with my heel of Converse sneaker. Dad preferred I wear dressy penny loafers like him. Then again, dad preferred a lot of crap I didn't care too much for.

The movers had pulled up a few seconds after mom and dad entered the fully furnished house. From inside, I could hear mom going on about the gorgeous pool in the backyard, already filled with sparkling water. Whatever. Give a fella like me a good vinyl record of Buddy Holly, Frankie Limon, or Elvis Presley, and I'm good. Pool not required.

Dad beckoned me inside. I reluctantly followed. I had to admit, the house was pretty boss, but I just didn't care. The only thing I wanted to do was hurry up, get through these two months of my life, go on to college, and live life away from this drag of an existence. 

Mom was clamoring over how much space was in the living room, perfect for viewing Lucy on the weekends. Dad told her she needed to be worried about how much space was on the counter for the coffee machine and toaster. Typical.

I decided to run away from all the fun and do a little exploring. I walked around the backyard and looked both ways. Two identical houses. How predictable.

Since there was nothing else to do, I just leaned on the white picket fence and pondered my own existence. I felt like Holden Caulfield from "Catcher in the Rye." Totally useless, wayward, and unsure of everything. Maybe if I just let the sun burn my neck, it'd motivate me to get up and do something else, but until then, I'd just be a lazy son of a gun.

Mother nature eventually gave me the sign and I looked up. When I did, I saw something completely out of the ordinary.

She was wearing a bikini, another thing out of the ordinary, since all the girls were expected to cover up everything. She also had on cat eye sunglasses, a towel in her arms. She set it down on a lawn chair and looked around. After that, she took off her glasses and set them on the towel. In a sexy, seductive move, she stretched and then dipped her foot into the pool, laughing at how cold the water was. 

I knew one thing. She was a babe. I was just going to guess that she was the only black girl in the neighborhood. I wanted to talk to her, but didn't know if she would be scared of me or think I was part of the Klan or something. At least my parents had finally picked a swell spot for us to move into. 

When I turned around, she was gone. Damn. I sulked back into the house only to see my parents outside, greeting the family right next to us. They looked like nice people, the mother a lot prettier than my own mom. However, my parents didn't look too inviting. 

I had to stop the awkwardness as the movers began ambling everywhere with stuff. I rolled up the sleeves of my cardigan and stepped outside. 

"Hi." I extended a hand. "My name is Brendan Thomas."

The mom smiled. Perfect white teeth. "So nice to meet you, Brendan. My name's Veronica." She turned to her left. "This is my husband, Mr. Allan Wayworth, and my daught--" She sighed. "Tiffany! Tiffany, get over here so you can meet the new neighbors!"

I looked over to where Tiffany was. She yelled out, "But mom, I'm practically naked!"

I swear, I flipped at the thought of seeing her naked.

"Just wrap a towel around you!" Mrs. Wayworth chuckled to herself and then said to my parents, "She was about to take a dip in the pool."

Nothing. My parents were so dry. Geez, they weren't aliens, they were just black people.

When Tiffany showed up, my jaw dropped. 

She managed to put on shorts. Tiny shorts. Very tiny shorts. Shorts that made my heart race. She'd thrown on some cardigan over her bikini, and looked absolutely delicious. Tiffany had beautiful brown eyes, skin the color of amber, and a body that would make Sophia Loren jealous. 

Now if only I could get out the words.

"H..Hi. My name...My name is Brendan." I adjusted my glasses--something I always do when I'm nervous--and held out my hand, waiting for hers to touch mine.

"Hi." She smiled and grabbed my hand. "Tiffany. Nice to meet you." I held her hand for just a second too long, and she must have noticed it, because she kind of forcefully ripped it out of mine. "Sorry." Then, I willed myself not to blush.

"New neighbors, eh?" Veronica said, noting the movers. Mom nodded. "You have excellent powers of perception."

Allan caught wind of my mom's little chide remark and cleared his throat. "So what made you folks pick this neighborhood?" He straightened his tie and folded his arms.

"Great location," My dad answered, uninterested. "And because of the people who live here."

They were ruining my chances of talking to Tiffany again by being racist! I hated my parents! I was so frosted, I didn't know what to do.

I had to save the way the conversation was going. 

"Mr. and Mrs. Wayworth, it'd be swell to have you guys over for dinner sometime. My mom makes a mean pot roast." I smiled and then looked at Tiffany. "You're invited too, of course." Nervously, I ran a hand through my hair. She didn't smile at first, but I saw the corners of her mouth twitch.

"Sounds great." Mrs. Wayworth grabbed her husband's arm and squeezed it. "Honey, let's go inside now. Service starts in an hour. Can't be late. Come on, Tiffany." They all left. My parents scared them off.

As soon as they were out of earshot, my mom whispered, "Filthy niggers. What are they doing in this nice neighborhood, anyway?"

I watched Tiffany walk away and hoped she would turn around, but she didn't. Well, at least she touched me. Yes, it was just a handshake, but it was enough for me.

That night, I spent most of the time listening to my parents lecture me about the dangers of 'cavorting with trash,' in reference to the Wayworths. I didn't listen. I didn't even bother to say anything, because there was no convincing my uptight mom and dad about anything. 

"And stay away from that little slut Tiffany." Mom said, sitting at her vanity, robe splayed behind her. She set down her brush roughly. "She's no good for you. Did you see those shorts she had on? Definitely not marriage material."

Dad lit one of his stupid Cuban cigars and put in, "One day son, I'll let you take the car into town so you can meet a nice little dolly. You know, you're at the age when you should be thinking about settling down."

I was only nineteen.

I'd endured enough. I left and headed for the backyard when I knew my parents would be asleep. They're such fuddy-duddies, they slept at around eight, which gave me much freedom. Since I was bored, I put on my trunks and went for a late night dip. It wasn't until I came up for air that I noticed Tiffany was swimming in her pool, too. 

Bobbing around in the water, I just wanted to get up and walk over to her place. Do something. Hell, a fella got tired of only talking to his parents. My old friends were back in Wisconsin, and with no phone yet, I couldn't even talk to them. I needed to be social, and if she was the only one around, why not? Didn't hurt that she was beautiful.

I worked up enough guts to haul ass over to her backyard before she got up and dried off. A million emotions ran through me as I knocked on the yard gate. She looked up and saw that it was me. At first, I thought she was going to ignore me, but then she opened up the gate.

She squinted her eyes. "Brendan, right?"

I nodded. "Evening, Tiffany. How's it going?"

Tiffany frowned. "Why are you here?"

Because I like you, and I want to make out with you, I wanted to say. Instead, I said, like a coward, "What, am I not supposed to be here?"

Tiffany folded her arms and wrung her hair dry. "Your parents are racist."

I grabbed onto the gate to keep from looking nervous, but it only made me look more nervous. "Yes, they are."

"So who's to say you aren't?" Though she was mad at me, I had to admit, she had the best figure. I wanted to squeeze her thighs, fondle her medium-sized breasts, and as soon as she turned around, I could survey the attractiveness of her derriere.

I had to plead my case.

"I'm not racist. I promise." She didn't look like she was moved.

"Sure. Every white person I've met has been racist. Same crackas who smile in our faces are the same ones who put crosses on our yards and then burn them."

What was I going to say?

"Tiffany," I tickled the tip of the picket fence and hunched my shoulders. "my parents are idiots. They're not hip. And I apologize for their rudeness this afternoon. Please don't think I'm like that, too."

Tiffany sucked her teeth. "Brendan, do you know what happened when my family and I went to a public pool?" She walked over to the pool and dipped her foot in. Now I got a view of her butt, and it was marvelous.

"What?" I asked, scared to walk in for fear of her telling me off.

"They drained it. They fucking drained the entire pool." She folded her arms and walked back over to me. "We moved here so we wouldn't have to worry about that. But we can't keep running from people. We can't let everyone run us out of the neighborhood because of their ignorance. I mean, I'm a normal girl, I should be able to listen to Frankie Limon in my own room without worrying about someone burning the house down."

"You're right. You're absolutely right." I kept looking at the distance between us. I hated it. I wanted to get closer. "Can you please let me in?"

She squinted her eyes. When she sighed and reluctantly opened the door, I felt like I'd conquered the first step. 

"I hope God sees what I'm doing because I take a lot of crap off you white people only to get nothing in return," she said, locking the gate.

"Tiffany," I walked over to her. Face to face. "I'm positive that I'll never understand how it feels for you to be ridiculed because of the color of your skin. For you to be made fun of before you even open your mouth. Being judged is no fun. I'm sorry you have to go through this, but I'd really like for us to be friends. I mean, I moved here from Wisconsin for crying out loud. I have no tangible friends at the moment." When I finished, I looked down at my bare feet. Hopefully, I'd won her over.

"Not only that, but you listen to Frankie Limon, and that's terrific."

She softened a bit, and smiled. Tiffany touched the back of her neck and licked her lips. "Yes, I love Frankie. You like the Platters?"

Of course! I could already tell she was my musical soulmate. 

"I love them. I went ape when I saw them on "American Bandstand."

She smiled again. Yes, warm up for me. Actually, she looked like she was getting cold.

"Do you want a towel?" I was about to hand her the folded towel on the chair, but she declined. "I'm getting back in," she responded.

I stood up. She began making fun of my glasses.

"You look like Buddy Holly in those things." 

It was true. 

"Hey, Buddy Holly is the man." I laughed behind my joke and stood before the pool, watching Tiffany glide through the water. I had to get in there with her. 

"Tiffany, you mind if I join you there?" 

She bobbed in the water, like she was contemplating. When she let me in, I rejoiced on the inside. 

"You better not be racist, Brendan. I feel like I'm betraying my gut instincts right now."

But why? If I was just going to be a friend to her, why did she feel this way?

I swam a bit closer until I was at the edge. "Why?"

She swam to the edge, as well. "Because you're white. Maybe sometime in the future, this wouldn't be a big deal, but right now, this is dangerous."

"I know that, but I'm just an aquaintance. I mean, maybe...maybe we'll get to know each other, but why are you so scared, Tiffany?"

Tiffany rolled her eyes. "You have no idea what it means to be colored, so you'll never know."

"Don't you mean black? Colored is so derogatory. I mean, to be honest with you, I don't see the purpose of segregation, either. If America is so forward-thinking and so open-minded, you'd think they wouldn't be too miffed about us hanging out in the same pool."

That must have won her over, because she nodded and agreed. "I guess you can't be totally racist if you're dropping lines like that."

I got closer to her. "I'm not racist at all, I keep trying to tell you." I smiled. God, she was beautiful, and she couldn't bring herself to look at me completely. "Let me prove it to you." 

Tiffany looked away, then back at me. "Okay, fine. You wanna prove it to me? Prove that you're not racist?"

I nodded. "More than anything." That came off a little too eager, but she didn't seem to mind.

She licked her lips. "There's a malt shop about a half an hour away." She poked my shoulder and went on, "It's predominately white, not segregated, but still racist. Take me there tomorrow at around noon. If I feel like you're not being all disrespectful or anything, I'll take you seriously."

It was a challenge, being around all those racist white people, but a fella had to do what a fella had to do. 

"I will. You got yourself a deal." I held out my hand and she shook mine. When we let go, I watched as she inched out of the water. I followed.

"I should be going to bed." Tiffany grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. "I'm actually kind of tired."

I nodded. "Okay. Well, you get some shuteye. I'll see you tomorrow?"

She smirked. "I don't know, will you?"

I laughed and then headed for the gate, Tiffany right behind me. She locked the gate and I turned around and stared at her for a second. "Night, Tiffany."

Tiffany ran her hands up and down herself and replied, "Night, Brendan." 

The next day came quickly. Dad told me to take the Cadillac into town and find a nice girl. I would, alright. Dad took a cab into the city while mom stayed behind and fixed dinner. I had no idea about Tiffany's parents' whereabouts, but I hoped they weren't around in case they kept Tiffany from going.

I rang the doorbell. Buddy Holly glasses? Check. Worn-in leather jacket reminiscent of Dean Martin? Check. Jeans? Check. Converse? Check. Once she opened the door, I realized that I looked entirely too dressy, but then I saw her.

I was floored. She wore a red button up shirt over a black and white polka dotted dress with the saddle shoes. Tiffany looked better than any other white girl I'd seen wearing that outfit.

"Hey there, Buddy Holly." She joked, twirling a strand of hair around her finger.

"Hi, babe." I said, hoping I'd proven myself thus far. The real test was at the malt shop.

Won't lie, I was nervous when we walked in together. All the normal squares, I guessed, frequented the malt shops, because they were out in droves today. The whole place stopped when we walked in, though we were just friends. We each ordered two vanilla milkshakes and just sat around and talked. Tiffany and I had a lot of things in common. We both liked soul music a lot, hated everything about our old neighborhoods except our friends, and wanted out, badly. It was like we shared the same spirit.

Luckily, no one was ignorant enough to come over and rattle our cages, except for the dirty looks. I just knew that I'd proven myself. I was genuinely happy to be in her company.

During the ride home, Tiffany seemed shocked. I could tell. At a red light, she blurted out, "Guess you're not racist after all." She smiled and I turned to face her, adjusting my glasses again. "I told you." 

Tiffany smoothed out her dress and grinned. She had to have been happy that her next door neighbor wasn't a likely candidate to burn down her house. And I was happy that she was such a nice, respectable young girl. And gorgeous, on top of that.

When I pulled up to her house, I opened the door for her and led her to the doorstep.

"Guess this is it. Did you enjoy our little date?" Oops. I smacked myself in the head. "Sorry, it was a Freudian slip."

Tiffany laughed behind her hand. "It's okay, Brendan." She touched my shoulder. I knew she could see me blushing.

"I had a real swell time, Tiffany." 

"Me too, Brendan."

Silence. I had to do something. 

"Tiffany, forgive me for saying this, but I think you're. . . well, unreal."

She laughed out loud. "Thank you, Brendan. I think you're unreal, too."

Standing on her porch with sweaty palms and a racing mind, I had to move fast. She was about to let herself in, but I grabbed her arm and went in for the kill.

Kissing Tiffany was breathtaking. She kissed me back, too. She had the softest lips, and the cutest little moan as I ran my hands over her back. I felt like I was in heaven.

Until my dad caught us and went ape, that is. He'd just been arriving from the city, and was not too happy about it. Neither were Tiffany's parents, just because I was the spawn of the parents they hated.

"You are not to see that nigger filth ever again!" "Stay away from her or suffer dire consequences, young man!" "I thought you were going into town to find a NICE girl?" were just some of the phrases thrown around during dinner. 

It didn't work.

I kept sneaking around my parents to see Tiffany as much as I could. We'd fool around, but there was no sex. Not yet. I just couldn't pull myself away from her. She was too pretty for that. This went on for about a month until something really bad happened.

She woke me up by actually climbing onto the balcony of my room. When I heard knocking on the window, I put on my glasses and parted the curtains. Tiffany was there, hugging herself in her nightie, looking terrified. I quickly opened the door and let her in.

"My goodness, what's the matter, Tiff?" I closed the window behind her and gave her a hug after kissing her forehead numerous times.

"Someone put a cross on my lawn and burned it, Brendan." She hugged me back. Tightly. 

"Oh, babe, I'm sorry to hear about that. Are your parents okay?" I ran my hands through her thick hair and she cried into my arms.

"Babe, babe, babe. Shhhh. It's okay." I kissed her lips and wanted nothing more than to wash that pain away from her. She buried her head in my chest and I led her to the bed.

"But your parents? Won't they--"

"Just have to fucking deal with it if they walk in."

I threw the covers over us and held her. "You're safe with me, Tiffany. I promise you." I kissed her cheek and rubbed her body up and down to keep her warm. "You're okay."

She turned around to face me and I wiped her tears away. "Dollface, don't cry. I hate to see you cry. I only want to see you happy."

She laughed. "Brendan, sometimes I wonder if you're really real."

I touched myself. "I'm not a ghost, dollface, now am I?" 

It was totally dark in the room besides the light of the moon hitting the window. I thought it was romantic, despite the circumstances. Plus, there was so much body heat going on between us, I was ready for us to consummate our relationship. For hours.

I stroked her arm gently and whispered, "Are you okay, dollface?" I kissed her neck and she turned around, her hair almost landing in my mouth.

"Why are you calling me dollface all of a sudden?" She traced a finger around my glasses, which she'd now come to love.


I Only Have Eyes For You Ch. 02



"See?" I kissed my fingers and then spread them apart. "I told you my mom's pot roast was absolutely delicious."

Mom and dad were sitting at the table, finishing up the meal. Before she got up and began putting dishes in the sink, she patted my girlfriend's shoulder. "Brenda," She began, before wiping her hands on her apron, "You picked such a nice girl. So respectable, likable, and she's the spitting image of Grace Kelly."

I smiled and rolled up the sleeves of my cardigan. Doreen stood up, adjusted her pearls, and came over to give me a kiss. I turned my head and instead suggested that we hang in my room for a bit before her parents came to get her so she could finally get her new set of wheels, a brand spanking new Cadillac. She'd be the envy of every girl in the neighborhood, that was for sure.

It was only a month after the unfortunate incident where I'd gotten busted with Tiffany. Both of our parents had a cow and decided it was best if we not ever see each other again. I'd even heard rumors from my new friends down the street that Tiffany and her folks were planning on moving because someone threw a brick in their front window.

"They're going back to the South. With their own kind," my friend Ralph proclaimed as he skipped rocks across a pond. He didn't mean anything by 'own kind,' he just knew what Tiffany was up against, being the only black person in a white neighborhood.

Bad news was bad news. I was barred from seeing her. I didn't want to hear about a girl I couldn't have. And to think we almost made love that night. . .

"You don't understand, Ralph. I'll never look at another girl the way I looked at Tiffany." I picked up a rock and fondled its sharp edges. "She just made everything so much easier. And we almost did it." Chucked the rock clear across the pond, all the way to the other side.

"Really? Say, I always wondered what that would be like. Being with a colored girl and all."

I hated when he said 'colored.' "Black, Ralph. Black."

He held up his hands, surrendering. "Sorry. I just. . . I don't know. My friends and I talk about that all the time. It's just something that remains a fantasy, you know? I mean, you did it for real, and look what happened. You lost your girl."

I replayed our conversation that day over and over while Doreen held my hand as she walked us upstairs. We sat awkwardly on my bed for about five minutes, saying nothing but the obvious until she began to unzip herself out of her dress.

"What are you doing?" I asked the stupidest question ever. She gave me a look and then closed the blinds, which were right in front of my bed.

"Darling, what does it look like? You're hot stuff, and I know you wanna make my love come down." She eased out of her straps to reveal two perky breasts with little pink gumdrop nipples. Doreen kissed me, but I pushed her off of me.

"The hell's wrong with you?"

Doreen hiked up her dress and angrily huffed as she zipped her dress. "What's the matter with you? I thought all you studs were looking for girls to give up the goods."

"Not me. Sorry if a fella actually wants to talk to a girl. I'm not all about sex, you know."

She sighed and composed herself. "That's not what your dad told me." Before she left, I grabbed her a bit rougher than I intended.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Doreen giggled. "He didn't tell you?"

"Tell me what?" I released her, but I was so mad and confused that I dropped her arm.

She held it like she was seriously wounded as she explained, "Sugar, your dad set us up. He paid me to talk to you because you were so depressed after that unfortunate incident with miss blackie next door. Honestly kid, you need to get over it. It's not meant to be."

I was stunned. How could my parents do that to me? Why wouldn't they just let me live my own fucking life and stop sticking their noses into my business? Why couldn't they just let me be?

"Get out. I never want to see you again. Out!!!" 

Doreen rolled her eyes and left. Good riddance. I locked the door because I didn't want to hear my parents come up the stairs to ask me what was up. 

I just plopped onto my bed and thought about Tiffany. I needed her badly. I wanted her more than I wanted anything ever. To her hear voice, smell her scent, anything, I just needed something.

Surprisingly, they didn't come to see what was wrong. Doreen must have played it off. Swell. I had to come up with something or else I'd never see my beautiful Tiffany Wayworth ever again. . .

Luckily, I had friends in all the right places. Ralph just so happened to be the newspaper boy on our route. I wrote Tiffany a letter telling her that we needed to meet up at a secret location. Ralph stuck the note inside her paper, disguised it as an secret admirer, and gave it to the house. 

I gave her distinct instructions. At the pond away from the park, about three blocks away from the malt shop. It was so hidden. I thought it'd be perfect. I would have a little picnic set up for the both of us with all of her favorite food. Then we'd eat, say how much we missed each other, get hot and heavy, and before we know it, we're back together.

If only it was that easy. 

The plan was a bust. I went there only to find that Tiffany didn't come. My food was insect dinner after a while. I didn't even bother to clean up. I just left. What went wrong?

To make matters worse, Ralph found out from the grapevine that Tiffany was leaving in a matter of days. What the hell was I going to do? Everything was simply impossible. Not only that, but Tiff and her family had apparently abandoned the house for a while, so I could call her if I wanted to.

Depression set in. I was a lump for days. My parents didn't know what else to do. They told me to hurry up and take up a trade so I could get my mind off of the girls and do better for my future. Yeah, and end up like my workaholic dad and find someone like mom, a typical, boring housewife? I'll pass.

One day, when my parents were out, I was startled by the doorbell because I was halfway asleep. I woke up, groggy and very irritable, only to open the door and see my Tiffany.

"Tiff!!!" I grabbed her and hugged her, squeezing her soft body like it was one of those stuffed animals at a carnival. She hugged me back, but I let her go once I realized I was damn near killing her. Sorry, Tiffany.

"You're back? What's going on, dollface?"

She looked down and smiled. Aww, she missed me calling her dollface!

"Um," Tiffany touched my face. "God, you're still so cute, Brendan."

I blushed. After I kissed her forehead, I closed the door and held her hands in mine, loving how moist they were in mine, like she'd gotten done lotioning up just to look good for me. Even now, wearing something like jeans and a t-shirt--and Chucks! Most girls I knew only wore saddle shoes--she was absolutely breathtaking to me.

"I have to tell you something, Brendan."

Uh oh. This couldn't be good. 

I nodded. Tiffany sat down, and my hands started shaking. I shoved them in pockets to hide them.

"What is it?"

Tiffany looked up at me. "My family lied to me."

I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Tiffany looked into my eyes. "Brendan, you remember the night when I came running to you because there was a cross on our yard?"

I nodded.

"They did it. They fucking did it."

What????

"What do you mean?" I was enraged.

"They did it! I can't believe it! I overheard them talking. I heard my mom say that the plan worked, because everything that they wanted to happen happened. They wanted an excuse to get us out of the neighborhood, so we ended up going over to my grandma's house in a black town. But as soon as I heard that, I knew I had to come back to you. What they did was horrible, and all this just because we're different races." Tiffany grabbed my arm and held it against hers. 

"This is so beautiful to me." She said, looking down at our contrasting skin colors. "Why isn't it to them?"

Good question.

"It's a tough question, dollface. But I love you. Don't worry about anything that your parents did because, guess what? It's actually a blessing in disguise."

She smiled, looking like she was on the verge of tears. I stroked her cheek and then got happy. "Let's make a quick getaway. Let's just get the hell out of this town and. . ."

Tiffany cut me off. "Do as this note says?" She pulled it out from her back pocket and showed it to me. "I would've followed the instructions, but we left that same day. Sorry, babe."

It was all good, as far as I was concerned. I just wanted to be near her. Kiss her perfect little lips and massage her love handles. 

Before we planned our big escape, I wanted to fully engage in her. I pulled Tiffany over to me. I didn't even kiss her, I just wanted to feel her breathe on me before I went in for the kill. Then, I did. Her lips tasted like cherries, so I assumed that was her lip balm. 

She moaned a little and ran her hands through my dark brown hair. It got all mussed up, but in the throes of passion, a fella didn't care too much about his hair unless he was homosexual, right?

I grabbed her love handles and fondled her pleasingly plump figure, working my fingers slowly down to her ass and giving her cheeks a friendly squeeze. I stopped right before she began sucking on my tongue. We'd make out fully later. Right now, it was time to go.

The next thing I know, we're under the shade of the trees by the pond, eating peanut and jelly sandwiches because that's all we had enough money to get. Here we are, spreading the stuff on white bread, drinking milk that we stole from some poor guy's porch when the milkman left, and sitting around on a picnic blanket, just talking and flirting. I'd dip my finger into the peanut butter jar and spread some on her nose. She'd throw bread at me. It was cute.

The sun was setting slowly over the horizon, casting the sky a sensuous shade of some mixture of orange and pink. Everything was so beautiful. Then there was Tiff, sitting beside me, wearing a cute little sundress and those red cat-eye sunglasses from the day I first met her. 

She caught me just looking at her and stopped chewing. "What? Do I have a booger?"

I chucked. "No, dollface." I touched her chin. "You're just so damn gorgeous."

Tiffany tucked some hair behind her ear. "If I was white, Brendan, I'd be blushing right now."

Laughter. Then, slight silence. Looking out into the horizon, I was almost tempted to think of everything that I'd be throwing away to be with my Tiffany. We'd be giving up a lot. No more parents. No more security. Hell, we didn't have enough cash to go to college since our parents basically disowned us. What were we going to do, become bums and steal from joints to fund our lives?

"What are we gonna do, Brendan?" She asked, reading my mind.

It was a good question. "I'm not sure. I'm so not sure. But I know one thing is for certain." I turned to Tiffany and kissed her. "You're my girlfriend and I love you."

Tiffany smiled. "I love you too, Brendan." We began making out with reckless abandon. My hands found their ways up her dress, stroking her clit underneath her skirt, making her moan slowly.

"Are you trying to finish what we started, Brendan?" 

I giggled. "You know it, dollface." I pulled down the straps of her dress. She watched, beginning to touch herself slowly. I was turned on.

"Oh my God, I can't believe I'm about to do this," she confided as she stroked my ear.

"It's okay my little virgin." I kissed her lips and pulled down her dress to reveal her beautiful breasts, topped off by little chocolate chip nipples. I wanted them in my mouth. Then again, if I could, I'd just envelope everything and send her on about thirty orgasms per second.

She pulled off her dress and set it beside me. I stroked her body with my fingertips and lightly kissed her up and down, working my tongue in and out of her navel and tracing her public line. The wind picked up and she began sprouting goosebumps. 

I worked my way up to her breasts, pinching her nipples and listening to her moans. "You like that, Tiffany?"

She nodded, tossing her head back and grabbing the picnic blanket. I rubbed her body up and down, massaging her as I went along, not missing an inch.

"Brendan baby, take off your clothes." She cooed, guiding my hand down to her pussy again. I played with it while she helped me out of my shirt. Then I unbuttoned my jeans and began untying my shoes.

She couldn't take it anymore and starting grinding my hand into her pussy, groaning loudly while she waited for me to get naked.

I caught on, massaging her clit between my index and middle finger while sucking on her mountain peaks. She laughed and smiled, hands mussing up my hair, grabbing on my shoulders and anything else she could snatch up. The sun bathed us both as we rolled around on the picnic blanket, almost crumpling it up. 

As I played with her clit, her moans grew louder and louder. She tensed up, then lit forth an orgasm. When she was done, she licked my face and pulled me to her. 

I almost shot out right then and there when she found my dick and started massaging it. I didn't want to come just yet. Tiffany pouted. "Why can't I touch your dick, Brendan?"

I pushed spread her legs, kneading her thighs, and licked my lips. "Oh, believe me dollface, you can do whatever you want to me, but a fella's gone far too long without tasting you." Gross as it was, I spit a wad into her pussy and massaged it all over her clit. She laughed and grabbed her love handles. "You're so gross, Brendan," she joked, sucking one of her fingers.

"Dollface, you'll be sucking something else in a second." I kissed her lips and when I finished, licked her bottom lip, a tiny sliver of saliva remaining between us. I loved that for some reason. 

Tiffany slowly awaited my tongue to grace her delicious clit. Soon as I went down on her, she began grabbing my head, the blanket, even the grass! I hummed as I flickered my tongue in her pussy hole, back to her clit, and the hood, which really seemed to get her off. Sex with Tiffany was absolutely incredible.

She came three times and I got up. Tiffany sat up and started palming by balls and my dick. She worked her soft hands up and down the shaft, then surprised me when she declared, "Brendan, you have no idea how long I've wanted this in my mouth."

I was shocked. "Really?"

She thumbed over the head and I groaned a little. Tiffany vaguely continued stroking my growing manhood as she told me, "Yes. I went to bed touching myself every night thinking of how losing my virginity to a white boy would feel." Her eyes rose up, from my dick to my eyes. "And then you come along."

I would've laughed, but her stroking my most private area had me feeling completely heavenly. 

"Lemme see how this tastes," She whispered to me, going down, down, and down further until she had it in her mouth. 

"Wow, dollface. . . you done this before?"

She nodded. "Only once." She continued sucking and licking, and even got underneath my balls, something my previous lovers had never done. They totally ignored the appendage, but Tiffany was including it. 

After I came into her mouth, Tiffany spit out the junk in the grass and I lay her down.

"Please be careful, Brendan," She warned me, spreading her legs for my hardened dick. I massaged her hole momentarily and assured her, "Don't worry, babe. I'm not gonna hurt you." I slowly but surely eased my way in, her cries of pain eventually turning into moans of pleasure. As soon as I began riding her, she started yelling out my name, telling me how good and painful it was, and saying that she loved me.

I brought her to orgasm and stopped. She'd bled a bit onto the picnic table, but it was still good to know that she enjoyed herself. Her heavy breathing contrasted beautifully with my warm body cuddling next to hers. Never thought I'd make love to a pretty babe outside, that's for sure. I kinda wondered if anyone saw us. . .

"Brendan, what are we going to do now?" She looked up at me, and I hunched my shoulders.

"No clue, dollface." I kissed her cheek. "No clue."

"Well," She kissed the hand that was clenching her stomach. "whatever we do, I'm glad I'm with you."

I nodded. "Ditto."

Just as we were about to nod off to sleep, two totally naked people--interracial couple at that!--I heard a rustling in the bushes. What was that? Had someone seen us?

On impulse, I leapt up, though Tiffany was still sleeping. I woke her up and told her to put her clothes on because I thought someone was spying on us. Quickly, I tossed on my jeans and shoes, not worrying about the shirt, because the rustling was getting closer.

"Who is it?" I yelled, not loud enough at first. I cleared my throat and projected. "Who is it?!!"

The rustling grew louder. Tiffany frowned. "Brendan, what is it?" she was quickly putting her dress back on.

"Stay here!" I told her, running off with the closest weapon I could find, which was a scraggly, nasty looking branch. I saw someone running away and began chasing them immediately. Who the hell was this?



I Only Have Eyes For You Ch. 03



After I heard the noise, I decided to investigate. Whoever was the culprit of this bit needed to stop it immediately. They were scaring me and Tiff.

I was shirtless, having rushed to put my jeans back on when I heard the ruckus. I'd picked up a branch and weaved through the forest, waiting to attack somebody.

"Come out wherever the fuck you are!" I yelled, totally frosted. Nobody was going to broach upon me and Tiff's safety.

I stood still, turned around. Nothing. Okay, maybe the guy took off.

Just as I was about to head back to Tiffany and make sure she was okay, I heard some twigs crunch under feet. When the subject moved again, he tripped and fell.

I ran like a madman, wielding my branch, ready to strike, until I saw it who it was.

Ralph.

I was frozen in my stance, completely shocked. "Ralph? What the hell—"

Ralph stood up, brushing the dirt and leaves off of his clothes. "I was just taking a stroll. Cool your jets."

This was weird. Why was Ralph following me? 

"Did you follow me?"

"No, of course not! Why would I do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "You can be strange sometimes, I don't know."

Silence. 

"Like I said," Ralph reassured, "I was just taking a stroll. My parents are gone for the week, I got bored so I thought I'd walk around." He continued brushing more dirt off his clothes and pointed to me. "Where's your shirt?"

As soon as he said that, Tiffany appeared and tossed my white t-shirt back to me. I put it on and Tiffany, fully-dressed, waved at Ralph. "What are you doing here, Ralph?"

I noticed Ralph's incessant need to look at Tiffany while he explained, "Oh, just taking a stroll, and I ran into Brendan. Of course, he scared me to death when he almost bashed a fellow's head in with that branch."

Although her laughter was polite, I knew she had to have known it was bull. Ralph was following me. Probably because he wanted to indulge his 'colored-girl fantasy' he always told me about. Tiffany was the only girl around who'd satisfy it.

But she was mine and I wouldn't let him go anywhere near my baby.

We packed up and walked with Ralph back to his house. Me and Tiff held hands while we explained that we were basically homeless. 

Ralph, still staring at Tiffany, decided to offer us temporary residence.

"It's perfectly fine. My parental units are away on business in Indiana. That means the whole house is to myself."

He didn't consider one thing though. "That's fine and all, but don't you think your house is the first place my parents will look when they try to find me?"

Ralph shrugged his shoulders. "Where else are you gonna go? It's either my place or a park bench. And it'd be a shame to force such a pretty girl to sleep on a grody pigeon-pooped bench."

Total come-on. But I had to endure it because he was right. I had nowhere else to go.

I threw my hands up. "Okay, fine. But only until we figure out where we're going next, and it won't take long."

Ralph nodded. "Sure. Now let's go. It's getting late."

When we arrived back at Ralph's place, he gave us the guest bedroom and bathroom. Tiffany was in the shower. Me and Ralph were in the kitchen fixing peanut-butter and jelly sandwiches.

He'd turned on the television to check out American Bandstand. I sat down at his parents' dinner table and started on my sandwich. Elvis was performing, and all the kids were going ape.

Ralph sat down, brandishing the peanut butter jar, slathering another layer on his slice. He rolled up his button-up sleeves and tousled his brown hair. "Elvis knows what he's doing."

I took a sip of milk and set it back down. "What do you mean?"

After chewing, Ralph pointed to the television. "He's getting away with murder," he said, mouth full. "If he were colored, he'd never be able to be that famous."

I rolled my eyes. "Ralph, I asked you repeatedly to not use that word."

Ralph looked up, like he was annoyed. "Sor-ry. But you have to admit I'm right. And all the white kids are buying right into it. It's only okay if a white guy does black music."

Where was this coming from? I didn't know, but I had a feeling I'd find out soon.

"Care to explain why you're telling me this?" I dropped my sandwich on the plate and wiped my hands.

Ralph pointed to the television again. "It's this damn country. You see how they ran Tiffany out of the neighborhood. It's like we're scared to admit what we like, so we pussyfoot around things."

My eyebrows rose. "You didn't use to think like this. You used to tense up whenever the bus rode past the black neighborhoods and then make fun of them for being poor and black."

Ralph chugged the rest of his milk and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "That wasn't me, Brendan. My parents brainwashed me into thinking co—I mean black people were the enemy or something. But I look at your doll and I don't see that in her. She's normal. She's not what everybody says about them."

Again, I was wondering why his newly liberated sense of thinking came about so sudden. Maybe it was that Beatnik friend of his he told me about. 

I leaned back in my chair and adjusted my glasses. "So what are you saying?"

Ralph sighed. "Brendan, if I had my way, I'd date a black girl. Ever since you've been with Tiffany, it's like I've seen what I didn't and couldn't have access to. And for what? Fearmongering. 

That's what I'm saying." He looked back to the television screen. "They're not scared of Elvis. They're scared of Otis."

Ralph was normally irrational and weird when it came to black people, but I did notice the way he stared at Tiffany and other black girls we occasionally saw.

"Well this is a different side of you," I admitted, tearing the crust off of my sandwich. "Very different."

Ralph rested his elbows on the table and leaned forward. "You don't know the half of it, buddy. Right now, your sexy little doll is taking a shower. She's probably touching herself right now, too. I'd give my right arm to be in your position. Every girl around here is exactly the same." He leaned back. "Plus, I heard black girls are great in the sack."

I didn't know whether to sock him or put up with it, but he was testing my patience, that was for sure.

"So you want my girlfriend, basically?" I had to come out with it.

Ralph held up his hands. "Nope. Not saying that. I'm telling you I think she's gorgeous, but I'm also admitting I'm jealous. White girls are nice, but I'm bored. They're boring. Maybe I want to have a little fun for a change."

"So what, you just want a black girl to get your fantasy over with? You don't want to actually be with one?" 

Ralph shook his head. "Not what I meant. But sooner or later, everyone gets sick of the same old thing. They get tired of being deprived."

There was silence before Tiffany walked in, clad in a fluffy bathrobe, a towel wrapped around her head. She came up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "What's going on?"

I answered, "Oh nothing."

A few hours passed, and soon it was nighttime. We all tried to pass the time by playing board games and watching television, but we were bored. 

Abruptly, Ralph had switched off the television and stood in front, like we could still see it even though it was off.

"What gives?" Tiffany asked, legs crossed. She'd stolen my Chucks since they were her size and wore them with her Levis. God, she looked so swell.

Ralph started rummaging through his cabinets until he found what he was looking for. It was a plastic baggy of tablets.

"Ralph, what is that?" I asked, already disapproving.

He answered, behind a chuckle, "LSD. Got it from Ryan."

"You mean that weird Beatnik kid who reads Kerouac at lunch?"

Ralph nodded. "Exactly. He cut me a deal, too. We should try some."

I looked at Tiffany. She looked at me. "Have you ever done drugs, dollface?" I was sitting across from her in the living room, and I could gauge her expression. 

"I smoked marijuana one time," she looked at Ralph. "LSD is much heavier, though, I'm sure."

Ralph opened the baggy. "Marijuana is nothing compared to LSD, you're right. But hey, you only live once, right?"

We all fell silent, except for Ralph, who was pulling the tiny tablets from the baggy. "Well do I have to do all these drugs by myself?"

I know he wanted excitement in his life, but there were easier ways to entertain a fellow. A night bike ride, for example. Going skinny-dipping in the lake. Fooling around in the backseat of your parents' car. Not experimenting with drugs.

But then again, he had a point. Routine was bland. Routine was expected. I'd never done drugs before, outside of drinking with my buddies after school just to see how whiskey tasted. (It was grody, by the way.)

"I guess I could try some," I slowly got up and walked to the table, where Ralph was cutting up the tablets for us newcomers. Tiffany followed. 

"Brendan, LSD?"

I looked at her. "The high probably won't even last that long."

Ralph agreed. "Yeah. You'll just see some weird things but other than that, you should be fine."

I couldn't believe I was going to do this. We all took our pills and decided to move our hang out to his parents' Jacuzzi. Ralph said it was only used whenever his parents had guests over, but since they were gone, that rule didn't apply.

I think he just wanted to see Tiffany half-naked, even though her bathing suit was classy.

She got in slowly, right after me, in her form-fitting black onesie, already experiencing the high, it seemed. She was really giddy and happy, moreso than usual.

I got in, then Ralph, and me and Tiff held hands in the water. 

"Brendan," Tiffany began, giggling, looking at me like she wanted me.

I laughed. "What is it, dollface?"

Tiffany whispered in my ear, "I want to fuck you."

Because the drugs were hitting me slowly, I didn't respond until she basically yelled it out.

"I WANT TO FUCK BRENDAN!"

Ralph's eyebrows rose. I told her to shush in case people heard us, so I covered her mouth. 

"I guess someone likes the drugs," Ralph mused, laying back in the bubbling water, practically watching us make out. It was simple at first, but then Tiffany started licking my ear and shoving her tongue in my mouth.

Ralph was facing us, staring, and I knew he was jealous.

Tiffany was rubbing my dick, sticking her hand inside my trunks and stroking the shaft. I tossed my head back and she started kissing and sucking my neck. I was sure I'd have hickies.

Ralph was still staring at us, really intently, like he wanted to join, but couldn't. I knew if the drugs made him trip out enough, he'd get up and take matters into his own hands. My inhibitions were lowering. It got to the point where I didn't even care.

Tiffany kept rubbing my dick until cum spurted in the water, and Ralph had licked his lips when he saw Tiffany struggling to get out of her swimsuit, complaining of how hot she was.

"I'll help," he said, swimming over to Tiffany, who had the happiest look on her face. He maneuvered her suit off and then stared at her body. I wasn't going to let him get everything, though.

I grabbed Tiffany and starting making out with her, enjoying how moist her brown skin was. Ralph had taken off his trunks. I followed. While I took off mine, Ralph started kissing her back and massaging her tits. He pulled her back and began sucking her neck. 

Okay, so we each couldn't have her to ourselves. Guess we had to play nice.

While Ralph was sucking her neck and grabbing her tits, I positioned myself underneath her so I could eat her pussy. That's when she started moaning. Ralph was pinching her nipples, moaning to himself when he heard her moan, and dousing her with water.

"Your skin is fucking beautiful, doll," Ralph whispered, pulling Tiffany's hair back so he could kiss her upside down. They were playing tongue hockey while I was sucking on her clit, sticking my fingers in her, and wiggling my head around to make sure she came.

Tiffany had reached up and began playing with Ralph's hair, and decided to focus on him more. She tapped my head and turned around so she could make out with him more. Ralph took full advantage. He picked her up and set her on the edge of the Jacuzzi and started French-kissing the hell out of her.

They were all over each other. Tiff was running her hands up and down Ralph's semi-muscly back, and Ralph was rubbing his dick against her, holding her close.

I got jealous. That was my girl he was all over.

I pulled Ralph away from her and starting kissing her again. Ralph had moved me aside to get to her pussy, and starting doing the job I was. 

Tiffany's moans turned me on, but I knew it was from Ralph. A fella gets jealous when his girl is getting pleased by another. 

I moved down from her lips to her tits, teasing them with my tongue and caressing her clit while Ralph ate her. Tiffany was stroking both of our heads, tilting hers back before she let loose a raucous orgasm. 

As she was coming, me and Ralph each took a tit and started sucking on it. 

"That feels so gooooood, you guys sure know how to fuck me," Tiffany moaned, licking her lips. When she was finished cumming, her breath heavy and intense, she stepped back, wading in the water.

Ralph followed. He couldn't keep his hands off of her.

She held up a hand and lifted a finger, wagging it cautiously.

"Unh unh unh. Come here, Brendan." She ushered me over and I started kissing her again, but she went down lower and until my dick was in her mouth. That's when Ralph came up behind her, lifted her body until either legs were on each shoulder of his, and started eating her. It basically looked like a crooked human bridge.

She was sucking me, Tiffany was being sucked, and Ralph was doing the sucking. 

When Ralph made Tiffany cum, and Tiffany made me, she was let down. Then, she grabbed Ralph and started going down on him. I hadn't entered her yet, so I fucked her in a dog position while she went down on him.

The water was warm against my skin while I grabbed Tiffany's hips and thrusted. It was kind of weird to be facing Ralph while I was doing my business, so I concentrated on other things. The marble lining of the Jacuzzi. The wind softly swaying the trees. The almost-night sky dotted with sparkly stars.

The one thing I liked about Tiffany's body was her hips. I liked to grab hold of them while we had sex, because she knew how to work them. Whenever she got on top, it was like heaven.

Ralph moved Tiffany's hair out of the way while she was sucking his dick. By the way he was breathing and moaning, and how he was grabbing her head, I knew he was close to orgasm. I couldn't though, because even under a high, it was still weird to see him getting off via my girlfriend.

He had cum into her mouth and she got up, wiping the stuff from her lips. Ralph practically ripped her away from my dick, sticking his in and fucking her the way I was.

"You're the best ever!" He yelled, clutching her hips the way I was just doing.

Ralph seemed to winning and I couldn't have that. I waded through the water and got a hold of Tiffany, but since Ralph already occupied one hole, I had no choice but to take the other.

We never tried anal sex, but Tiffany always seemed jazzed about trying something new. I very carefully wormed my way in. Her moans changed from pleasure to a bit of pain, but I started off slow, and then she went back to normal.

I couldn't believe this. Me and Ralph were both deep inside my girlfriend. There was sweat covering my face, due to the hot water, the drug trip, and my nervousness to keep this going any longer. This was hardcore, nothing like the sex me and Tiffany had, which was always romantic and mushy.

Ralph was muttering to himself. Weird things like, "You're such a good fuck," "Oh my fucking God" and "You're fucking hot."

Underneath my high, I felt like I was doing something I wasn't supposed to be, but it felt swell. Even though I was sharing her with my friend, it just felt good. 

We were both grabbing her like she was ours and when it was all over, and we collectively entered our bodily fluids inside of her, Tiffany went lip, falling back on me, eyes closed.

Her body was hot. She was breathing out of control, and her heart rate was climbing. 

"Brendan, let's go to sleep."

Ralph's eyebrow raised when he heard that. I saw. He was jealous.

I looked at Ralph, and then back at Tiff. "Sure, thing dollface."

I picked her up out of the Jacuzzi, both of us naked, and went back inside. Ralph was still in the Jacuzzi, probably stewing.

Once we were both lying in bed naked, I thought about everything that had just gone down. That was insane. That was beyond insane. If I told any of my other friends, they'd go ape. But they couldn't know, because they were blabbermouths.

I never thought I'd experience such a kinky sex session. The most that ever occurred in my neighborhood were the two gay boys who got caught kissing in school, who then got kicked out, and one of them was severely beaten up. If anyone found out about this, I figured something even worse would happen. 

But of course, that was impossible, because we were in the confines of Ralph's own home. There was no way anyone found out what we were doing.



I Only Have Eyes For You Ch. 04



The next morning, I awoke to nobody in the bed next to me. I was swimming in sheets, totally naked, wondering what the hell happened the night before.

But I remembered. The legendary threesome that would never leave my memory.

I threw on a pair of shorts and went downstairs. Tiffany was at the table in the kitchen, eating cereal. She seemed really out of it. Disenchanted almost. 

Perhaps she was thinking about the other night, as well?

I slept over at Ralph's a lot, and without fail, he was normally in the kitchen pouring himself a bowl, unless he was mad or upset.

Tiffany looked up at me, spoon in midair, just about to enter her mouth. She looked back at her food and kept eating.

I sat down across from her and just stared, elbows resting on the dinner table. 

"Good morning," I touched her hand, but she moved it away like I was a serpent. What gave?

She just kept chewing, looking dead to the world. The light in her eyes that I normally saw was completely extinguished.

When she slurped the remaining contents from her bowl, Tiffany dropped the spoon into her bowl. She looked dead at me and frowned. "Hello, Brendan."

I was confused. I adjusted my glasses and said, "Five minutes later. What's the matter with you?"

She narrowed her eyes. "You know what's wrong, Brendan. I don't think the drugs lasted that long.

I only took half of a tablet. And so did you."

Shit. I knew she was frosted.

My heart rate sped up a bit. We were in for a nice, long, heated conversation. I knew it.

"Dollface, listen. I—"

"Don't call me dollface."

"Fine. Tiffany, I—"

"Why did you let that happen? I feel like you used me last night. You and Ralph."

Wait. What? Was she serious? I specifically remember her being all over Ralph in the Jacuzzi.

Before I got really angry, I calmed myself down. Maybe if I explained to her that I really cared and it was just one-time thing, she'd understand. There were birds chirping outside. I heard the milkman placing a fresh bottle of milk on Ralph's porch. He always came at this time. Such peaceful discourse outside, such negative energy inside.

I cleared my throat. "It's never gonna happen again."

She scoffed. "Of course it's not. You will never get another chance to treat me like a piece of meat again."

"Tiffany," I started, "All of us weren't in our right minds. It was the drugs. And you know it."

"Brendan, you can only blame so much on the drugs. When Ralph threw himself at me, you could have stopped him."

"Tiffany, I was high!"

"Well so was I! I was waiting on you to tell Ralph to go away! But you didn't do it, Brendan."

Okay, now I was really getting upset. How dare she blame this whole thing on me when she's the one who took part in it. She wasn't totally innocent.

"Tiffany!" I banged my fists on the table, rattling her bowl and its spoon. "You started it!" She rolled her eyes. "Okay, Brendan. I started it."

"You did! Soon as you yelled out that you wanted to fuck me. You were just as high as me! Don't act like it's not your fault too!"

"Brendan, we made out! Big deal! I was in the moment!"

"Well so was I, goddamit!"

More birds chirped. I was breathing heavy because I thought something bad would happen if I didn't calm down.

"I just," I looked around, trying to see if Ralph was still hidden from view, and continued, "You know how this neighborhood is. The most exciting thing that ever happens is the opening of another furniture store. You can't lie and say you had fun doing something that you really weren't supposed to be doing."

I'd made a good point, because she kept looking down, then up at me. She finally spoke. "Okay, you're right. But still, I—"

"Tiffany, I know. I feel really bad, too. But like I said, it'll never happen again. I love you too much to risk us being together."

"If that's true, why did you let your friend fuck me?"

"You fucking let him!" She was having a cow, and I was supposed to be okay with it? No! Tiffany could not have been more wrong.

"You sucked his dick. You made out with him. You let him do what you wanted and then some. It's not. All. My. Fault."

Me and Tiffany looked at each other for a moment. I was turning red, and my lips were pursed, that weird tic I always did when I was upset. She had her jaw clenched, like she was trying hard not to squirt some.

Like the moment couldn't have been any more awkward, Ralph walked in, wiping sweat off of his forehead, obviously getting in from doing some garden work.

"Hey. I was just cutting the gra—" He saw Tiffany, a tear rolling down her cheek.

"What's going on?"

I got up abruptly. She needed her space, and I'd give it to her. Besides, I wanted to leave this house.

"Ralph, let's go into town."

He looked at his sweaty clothes and then back at me, then at Tiffany. "But—"

"Don't worry, we won't be gone long. Let's just get out of here."

Ralph shrugged his shoulders and continued wiping sweat off of his brow. "Okay. Shouldn't we wait on Tiffany?"

I looked at him, giving him the why-did-you-say-that look. 

Going into town wouldn't exactly be safe for the three of us to go. And by the three of us, I meant Tiffany.

Our malt shop date wasn't as bad as we thought it would be, but we weren't dating then, and we were in a less racist part of town. The shops where me and Ralph frequented were extremely prejudiced. I didn't want to deal with people saying or doing anything uncalled for.

Tiffany stood up, retying her robe. "Don't worry. I'm not going," she wiped away another tear and sniffled.

"Brendan doesn't wanna be seen with me unless there's no one around. Plus, it's not like he'd protect me if something happened." She walked off, running upstairs. I heard a door slam. Ralph flinched. I didn't.

Ralph was driving in the car, passing the Laundromat, post office, and grocery store. I hadn't said a word the whole drive. Ralph was yapping and yapping. Probably to avoid what was inevitable.

"I need some new jeans and a nice pair of Converse. I like the pair you have. Nice and classic."

I just blurted it out. "Tiffany's mad because of last night."

Ralph totally ignored me. "I think another sweater, too." He looked at me, seeking my approval. "You want one? I still owe you for buying me that bouquet for Dora."

"Ralph, did you hear what I said?"

He stopped at a red light. The crossing guard was ushering a group of small children with their mom across the street.

"I knew this would come up. Look, if she's mad at me—"

"She's mad at me. She thinks the whole deal could've been avoided. And she thinks we weren't high enough to have done what we did. Especially me."

"Tiffany will get over it. You love her. Besides, she was having fun, I don't know why she's so mad all of a sudden."

"She's never been mad like this, though. I think this time, it's really bad."

When Ralph was only a block away from the strip mall, he sighed. "Brendan, we probably did really fuck up. But it happened. We just have to deal with it. I know she's scared because you guys are technically on the run and you don't know what's gonna happen next, but she has to know you mean well."

I didn't think she did. I kept having this nagging feeling in the back of my head that she just didn't trust me.

"I don't think she knows. I feel like she'll never completely trust me because I'm white. And she probably feels like I won't because she's black."

Ralph parked in a nearby lot and turned off the engine. "Well, can you blame her? I don't think she can trust anyone. Her own parents are bananas. They burned crossed on their own yard just to have an excuse to leave. Who does that? And then your parents are stuffier than my aunt's attic on a hot summer day."

Since when was Ralph the voice of reason?

"She's scared. And you have to convince her that she has nothing to be scared of."

This wasn't easy. I held my face in my hands and rubbed. "Ralph, this is getting to be too much. Maybe in the future this won't be a problem, but right now?" I groaned. "I don't even know what I wanna do with my life, and I have this girl who's perfect, but it's getting so hard for us because we're different. I can't run from my parents forever and neither can she. We're bad for each other. This is only going to get worse."

Ralph frowned. "You're giving up on her? You're really thinking about it? Brendan, don't be such a wussy. If you love her, fight for her," Ralph got out of the car. Before he slammed it, he growled, "At least you have a fucking lover." The impending slam made me flinch.

Was I being a wussy? Or was I just being smart?

"There's not a reason on this planet why you and Tiffany can't be together. What happened last night was a one-time deal, and it will never happen again. Don't you hear about what kids in college do on a regular basis? They practically have orgies." Ralph reasoned, taking a bite out of his burger. 

I rolled up the sleeves of my t-shirt and sighed. I was so depressed. "We shouldn't have done it. And Tiffany will never trust me again. I feel like an idiot."

"Brendan, you're not an idiot. Just remind her why you fell in love with her to begin with."

I shook my head. "No use. She hates me." I slurped some of my milkshake.

"Okay. Fine." He went back to his food. "Forget I said anything. You just grow old and tell your grandkids, who will come from your kid, who will come from a woman you don't even love, that you had a chance at real love and ruined it just because she was black."

He had a point. One of my friends said his mom fell in love with a black man so many years ago but got scared when he told her to run away with him, to Europe. She declined, and she still regretted it.

Would that be me?

"Brendan, I know you think I'm an unlikely voice of reason, but seeing you and Tiffany together, I see the exact relationship I'd kill for. Now do a fellow a favor and just go to her." Ralph tossed me the keys to his car.

I frowned, even though I was smiling a bit. "But. . .why aren't you going?"

"I'm meeting a friend here soon. He said he'd drive me home." Ralph waved me off. "Go."

I took his advice. "Thanks, buddy."

And I was off.

While I drove there, I kept thinking of how much Tiffany meant to me. I was a fool to think I could live without her. As soon as I met her, I felt like I was truly alive. Like I had a purpose and I knew what I wanted. She was amazing. And I was pretty sure I wouldn't find another girl like her.

My dollface.

I was never happier to see Ralph's house. As soon as I opened the door, I walked in, smiling. "Tiffany!" I bellowed, looking around for her. "Tiff! Where are you, dollface?"

As I kept going through the house, I saw a cracked door. It led to Ralph's dad's study. 

When I walked in, there was Tiffany. 

"Tiffany!" I ran to her. But something stopped me dead in my tracks.

Tiffany held up two pictures. I looked at each of them. 

Someone had actually taken Polaroids of the threesome.

That's when Tiffany handed me a note. It was plain and simple.

"EVERYBODY KNOWS."



I Only Have Eyes For You



"Because you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life." I meant it. Then I kissed her lips and pulled her closer to me, guiding her leg onto my hip. I ran my hands up and down her body, covered in that little nightie, and she giggled. "That tickles."

"Oh dollface, you make it hard for a fella to keep his hands off of you." I tickled her for real, and she giggled out of control. "I'll wake your parents!"

"I could tickle you all night, babe!" I stopped when I took her advice. Didn't want the 'rents to come in and discover us together.

Her breathing turned me on. She was smiling, breathing hard, and it seemed like she forgot all about her unfortunate run-in with pointless racism earlier. 

She surprised me when she started kissing me. I slid my tongue into her mouth, still holding her close, and wiggled it around. Tiffany's seductive moans made me rock hard down below. I squeezed her love handles, butt, thighs, anything I could get my hands on. 

"I wanna take your mind off of everything, dollface." I pushed a strand of her raven hair out of her face and licked my lips. "I wanna make you feel better."

Tiffany's eyes widened. "Baby, you don't mean--" I put two fingers to her lips and instructed her to suck them for me. She looked a bit flustered but did it anyway. She watched me the whole time, plump lips lubricating my index and middle fingers, a little line of saliva still connecting my fingers to her lips.

"But Brendan. . ." She watched me pull the covers back as I rolled up the hem of her nightie and my eyes lifted up from her legs to her eyes.

"What is it, dollface?" 

"I'm. . . I'm a virgin."

I smiled. "Then I'll take it slow, babe." I kissed her and thumbed her chin. She slid the straps of her nightie off of her toned shoulders and I grazed over them with my lips. She worked off my shirt and I stuck my fingers in her mouth again. While she got my fingers nice and wet, I manuevered her panties off of those beautiful legs of hers with my other hand and then gently worked them inside of her tight pussy. She let her legs drop and fell back onto the bed, getting comfortable while I shoved my fingers in and out.

"Does that feel good, dollface?" She nodded in between moans. "How's my little virgin doing?" She laughed and licked her lips. "She's great."

"That's good. You like the way my fingers work your pussy?" I whispered.

"Yes, I love it, Brendan," her voice trailed off into a delicate whisper. 

I knew I was making her love come down, so I decided to bring it up a notch. I took off my glasses and inserted the stem into her pussy.

"Ohh, that feels so good. Are those your glasses?" 

I nodded. "You like it when I fuck you with my glasses, dollface?"

She groaned, and I took that as a yes. I bent down and spread her lips apart, then flickered my tongue all over her clit, as I continued getting her with the stem of my glasses. Looking up, I could see Tiffany grabbing her breasts, pinching her nipples, her tongue grazing her teeth. My dollface was enjoying it. I bet that cross was the last thing on her mind.

When I was finished, I set my glasses aside and propped her up. "So pretty," I said underneath my breath. We kissed for a while, and then I lay her down so I could fondle her body. 

"You like my body, Brendan?"

"Yes, dollface. It's gorgeous. Such lovely skin." I kissed her from head to toe, enjoying every inch of her apparatus. Her little moans were turning bigger and bigger and I had to remind her that my parents were asleep only three rooms down. 

"But Brendan, it feels so good!"

I grabbed my dick, ready to penetrate her virgin pussy, and said, "It's about to feel even better." She looked a bit apprehensive when she saw me pulling down my pants, and I reassured her that I wouldn't hurt her.

Before I went inside of her, I had to kiss her and be in the company of her lips some more. "God, you're so beautiful, dollface." We made out, rolling around the bed like two animals, the blankets becoming nothing more than nuisances. We got so trapped in the moment that they fell to the floor, and it was just us, writhing on the bed, losing all touch with reality.

"Oh, Brendan, I think I love you." She said, grabbing onto me and holding tight. 

"I love you too, Tiffany." I didn't say it just to say it, I meant it. 

Before I knew it, she'd sat up on her knees and started fiddling with the waistband of my pajama pants. Just before she pulled out my dick and set everything in motion, I heard the worst sound in the word: the doorknob.

I knew it was too late to try to hide Tiffany. I just covered her naked body with mine and prepared for inevitable. I closed my eyes, but heard "Brendan Anthony Thomas. How could you."