He stood without the sheet, shivering as goose bumps covered his pale, naked skin. Trembling as much from nervousness, as from the cold he whispered to her, "Well, I'm here." He squinted, trying to see her in the shadows.
"Yes, just let me look at you a minute," she replied, slowly running her eyes down his body, searching him for some sign of beauty. His unkempt hair dangled down into his eyes, as they shifted from side to side. Looking closely, she could see the hint of blue in their gray coloration. His shoulders slumped forward and there were wisps of brown hair running down the center of his chest.
Under the weight of her inspection, his cock hung flaccidly, draping down to the scrotum drawn tight up beneath him, like a small pin cushion. She looked at the scar on his knee, the lighter skin curled around the inside of his leg and curled up under the kneecap.
"It's been too long Will," she said, stepping into the light, watching him watch her as the sunlight played over her ebony skin. She moved slowly and deliberately, letting the rays of sun curl around her full breasts and down her stomach. Continuing to move, she watched his cock come to life, slowly rising in rhythmic twitches.
"Oh, you like what you see?" she asked, smiling as his growing erection.
"You like what this dark skin feels like, don't you?"
"Y... yes," he stammered.
"I have to; they'll kill me if I don't."
"What would happen if they found out about us?"
"They'd kill us both."
"You really think they are still that strong, I mean they don't dare walk the streets without police protection," she snarled.
"You just don't understand, it's all done in secret. For the few who march, there are still dozens who sympathize."
"Have you? Or am I just a touch of dark meat to you?"
"Do you believe that?"
"No, I love you."
"You love fucking me."
"I love you."
"You called me nigger once!"
"I... I... I was wrong," he beckoned, his cock sagging.
"And still you wear your robe," she said.
"But I am working against them, I am a police infiltrator."
"You weren't always working for the police."
"No, but I changed, I learned. You... you taught me."
"What did I teach you?"
"Call me nigger."
"You heard me."
"I don't want to."
"You want to fuck me don't you?" she asked.
"Then call me nigger."
"Because I told you too."
"I want you to see how far you have come. I want you to understand that when your touch my black skin, it is only because I am more, more than you ever were."
Kneeling before him, she took his limp cock in her mouth. Running her hands over his balls, she sucked hard, feeling it stiffen in her mouth. Pulling her mouth off him she growled, "Say it."
Feeling completely vulnerable to her, he took a breath and... said nothing.
Squeezing his balls lightly, she said, "Say it." Her mouth then closed over his cock again.
"Nig... nigger," he whispered.
Sliding her mouth off his cock she said, "Say it like you said it to me that once."
He stood there motionless, silent. Standing up, she pressed her breasts against his chest and grasped his balls firmly. "Say it just like you did that time."
"You nigger bitch," he said as his face flushed and a tear formed in his eye.
The words hung in the air, as they glared into each other's eyes. Hate burned through them, his hatred of himself, for being what he once was, her hatred at herself for letting him degrade her like that back then. She pressed her breasts harder against his chest, watching the deep black curves flatten against his fair skin.
Suddenly they crashed together, their lips locking in a brutal kiss, their tongues knifing into each other as they gasped for breath. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him as she backed up onto the bed, where she fell back, pulling him on top of her.
Their mouths and teeth banged together as they landed on the bed, cutting his lip. Tasting the salty metallic taste of his blood, she reached down, grabbed his hard cock and guided it firmly into her wet cunt. Wrapping her legs around him, she raised her hips up to meet his thrusts.
They slammed together, burning the fury inside them in their passion. She felt him kiss her wildly over her face as she ground her nails into his back and squeezed her legs hard around his hips. She came, moaning ferociously as her cunt pulsed around his angry cock. In moments, his whimpers announced his orgasm, as he pressed deep inside her, shooting his white cum.
They lay entwined, a glistening mass of black and white, oddly laced together.
"How can I do this?"
"Do what?" he asked.
"This. This... to be with you like this, I mean I should hate you. Well I hate what you were, but now... now."
"I can't understand how someone as beautiful as you..."
"Look at me. Scraggly hair, beer belly... and look at you. Damn."
"I saw something, something inside you. It was back then you know."
"I looked at you, really looked at you."
"When you called me a nigger bitch, I saw it."
"What could you have seen?"
"I saw it in your eyes, the pain there. I saw something inside that man you were, an understanding or something."
"That's why you came back?"
"You never called me nigger bitch again."
"Not until today."
"I wanted to make a point."
"Did you succeed?"
"I'm not entirely sure, but something succeeded. Oh, you're still bleeding," she said, grabbing a tissue from the table and dabbing it to his lip. "You should put some ice on it."
"When I get home I will."
"You have to go?"
"You know I do."
"When will all this be over?"
"The police say we're close, real close. I think a few weeks, not much more."
"Is it big?"
"What is it?"
"You know I can't tell you, not yet."
"Remember the fires in the churches?"
"The dead girls?"
"Shh... just remember, just remember."
She watched him stand up to get dressed, his cock still glistening with their juices. A tear trickled down his pale cheek as he whispered, "I love you."