The Reunion (12 page)

Chapter Seven

Ebony did not see Ethan again until the evening before the dory races. She was carrying a large cardboard box into her backyard when she saw him sitting on her back step, staring off toward the ocean.

“Can I talk to you?” he asked immediately, standing up and holding his hat in front of himself.

“Yes,” she said. “Come in.”

They walked into the house, and Ethan was about to say something when Ebony suddenly started kissing him. He instantly responded, kissing her deeply and passionately. Ebony slipped her tongue into his mouth and rubbed herself against his raging erection. She pulled her face back, and they breathed on each other. Without removing her eyes from his, she reached down and moaned with pleasure when she felt his cock, bone hard in his pants. His eyes looked hot, hungry, mad with desire.

“Can I taste you?” he pleaded.

“You need it?” she asked excitedly.

“So much,” he mumbled. “Just like we used to.”

She locked the door and led him by the hand into her bedroom. She took off her dress, revealing only a see-through yellow bra and yellow thong panties. Staring into his eyes, she released her bra and let it fall to the floor, then slid down her panties and stood naked in front of him. Ethan quickly took off his clothes, revealing his two hundred and ten pounds of firm muscle, his six-pack stomach, his arms big and strong from rowing, his legs heavy and thick, his big cock pointing straight at the ceiling. She looked at it with wide-eyed excitement, then smiled seductively when their eyes met.

“Your cock is even prettier than I remember,” she said, standing on the bed. “I need you, Ethan.”

“I need you,” he said.

Ethan stood in front of her, put his hands on her behind, and kissed her pussy. Ebony moaned and closed her eyes for a moment, then looked at him again. He licked wildly and looked up at her, showing her his tongue as it lapped at her pussy lips.

“Yes,” Ebony said softly. “That feels so good.” She groaned with delirious pleasure. “You’re hitting the spot.”

She quickly sat on the bed and opened her mouth. Ethan instantly slid his thick ten-inch cock into her mouth, and she sucked wildly. Soon it was Ethan’s turn to approach an orgasm, but Ebony sensed it and pulled away, pushing him onto the bed. He lay flat on his back, his giant cock wet and glistening. Ebony sat on his hips with her back to his face, clasped his prick, and guided it to her lips. In an instant she was lowering herself onto it, swallowing the scorching meat with her neglected pussy. Before Ethan could even move, he was balls deep.

“Oh, it looks so sexy,” she exclaimed, looking at the full-length mirror directly in front of them. “Look at it, Ethan.”

He leaned to the side and watched as Ebony went up and down on his cock, her dew-moistened lips sliding from his huge cockhead to his balls, then back again. He watched with intense fascination. Their eyes met, and they smiled in awe at the raw dance they were performing. Soon Ebony spun around and rode him, both of them looking back so they could watch her smooth, soft, round bottom bouncing on his hard, hot cock meat. She suddenly stopped.

“Take me doggy,” she said, getting off him and kneeling on all fours, sideways to the mirror. “The way I like it, you know.”

Ethan knelt behind her and stood still as she guided his big white cock toward her pillowy soft black body. She began moving her hips, rubbing his cockhead over her tight opening. She looked back at him and then squirmed until his cock began to penetrate her, first one inch, then two, then four, then seven, then balls deep. When they were joined fully, Ethan’s come-filled, heavy balls pressed against her hot lips. They remained perfectly still, looking in the mirror at the miracle of a white man and a black woman locked in interracial union. It was spectacular. Ebony grabbed the blanket with both hands, remained as still as a mannequin, and stared straight ahead.

“I love you,” she said. “This is yours only.”

“I love you,” Ethan said, “and I don’t want any other.” He slowly pulled his lumbering prick almost all the way out. “Oh, that’s so good,” he exclaimed, staring at her ass.

Ethan held her and began a slow, rhythmical motion, penetrating her balls deep and then pulling out his dick. Ebony moaned with each entry, and in time, she relaxed well enough for him to give her thorough, hot intercourse. They were both moaning and groaning, thrusting and panting. Ebony began to rub her clit, and Ethan held her breasts, pumping her like an alpha male in heat. They watched in the mirror and abandoned all pretense at inhibition. Ebony was the first to build, and she begged Ethan to keep humping her as the orgasm approached. Ethan was covered in a film of perspiration, his big, manly, muscular body rocking and surging. Just as she opened her eyes wide, she stiffened and gasped in a mind-blowing orgasm. Ethan pulled out and emptied a mammoth store of hot cream all over her bottom, back, and even all the way up into her hair. He fell on the bed with a groan of incredible sexual satisfaction, and Ebony collapsed on top of him.

“I needed that,” she said. “I needed to feel connected with you again.”

“I felt your love,” he said softly. “You’ve been holding it back, but I felt it.”

Ebony lowered her eyes. “Have I made a mistake, Ethan? I’m not sure, you know. My body is saying one thing, but my mind is saying something else. It’s hard to give up control. When you do, you give someone else tremendous power over you. It’s frightening, but I’m tired of being lonely. So, so tired. I need to feel connected again, Ethan.”

“I feel it, too,” he revealed. “Your decisions are as important to me as any decision I can make for myself. But that’s the beauty of being in love. It’s the ultimate sharing. A person can live alone and cut himself off from the world without the slightest worry of someone breaking his heart, but when it’s all said and done, has he really lived? Has he experienced life in all its magnificent splendor? I don’t think so. I believe people are designed to share their lives, and it makes you a better person to consider your partner and accommodate her needs. I want to be there for you, Ebony. I want to be there for you every day, every minute of every day. I want you to count on me and to know that I put
us
ahead of
me
. That’s how I’ll reach my potential not only as a man, but as a human being.”

Ebony’s eyes welled up, and she started to cry. Ethan held her and kissed the top of her head. She could feel his tears. There was a warm dampness in that embrace, and though they said nothing, she felt as if they were beginning to merge in a spiritual way. There had always been a physical attraction, it was there from the moment they first met, but over time, they had developed friendship, then closeness, then love. That love had been tested as few loves ever had, but now, in the silent solitude of their sweet embrace, Ebony felt as if they were ascending to a higher and unknown level of intimacy. It was an out-of-body experience, where their souls were beginning not only to reveal themselves, but to touch and know each other. She could feel it intensely. Even if she closed her eyes, and even if they stood apart, there was a hyperawareness of his essence and energy, almost as if his invisible soul was a living thing trying to exert itself and emerge into the physical world. Her soul was doing the same thing, and she could feel the need to blend. That moment was so powerful, so overwhelming, that Ebony almost pulled away. To her the vulnerability was sweet, but frightening at the same time.

“I need you,” he whispered, kissing her ear. “Without you, I am cut in half.”

“Me too,” she told him. “I need you. There’s no sense in denying it anymore. I can’t lie to myself.”

They talked for half an hour longer, and then Ethan and Ebony took a shower together and got dressed. As he was leaving, he told her again that he loved her, and only her.

“I want to dance with you in front of everybody,” she said. “Everybody.”

* * * *

After he left, Ebony laid the box on the table and opened it with care. For days she had eagerly anticipated this moment, but just as she was about to examine the contents, the phone rang.

“Did you make your biscuits yet?” Rebecca asked.

“Not yet,” Ebony said, laughing with an ease unknown in her voice for many years.

“Did Mrs. Mahoney finish the alterations?”

“Yes,” Ebony said, lifting a dress out of the box.

It was made of light blue cotton and covered in a darker blue floral pattern. When Ebony first tried it on, she was impressed with how it highlighted her complexion. The sweetheart neckline greatly enhanced her feminine beauty by exposing the soft, smooth skin of her neck, shoulders, arms, and part of her bosom. In some ways she felt it was too bold for her ultraconservative image, but in other ways, she rather liked it. It made her feel sexy.

“I can’t wait to see you in that dress,” Rebecca said. “I’m sure you’ll look fantastic.”

Ebony didn’t know what to say.

“This is so much fun,” Rebecca continued in a bubbly voice. “The whole community is into these races, and I can hardly remember the last time Ron took me anywhere. I’m hoping we dance the winners’ waltz.”

“There’s a good chance,” Ebony responded, not willing to discuss the winners’ waltz in particular. “When do they have their first race?”

“Oh, Ebony, it’s going to be grueling. One of the judges phoned Ron tonight and told him there are so many teams entered that to even get to the championship race, a team has to finish first in two separate races. Dad says our guys will never do it.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Most teams are just two friends who enter on a lark, and sometimes they come a bit tipsy, or don’t show up at all.”

“I hope you’re right. Ron’s all hyped up about this, and now he’s saying he wants to move to Shad Bay for good, maybe even buy the house Jenny owns near the school. It has like twenty acres of land and even a horse stable. Ron could walk to work, and Jenny’s asking a very reasonable amount. I think she wants to move into this house so Ethan can take over the Harrington house again.”

“He’s moving back into the main house?” Ebony asked, attempting to disguise her interest.

“That’s the plan, according to Ron.” She paused. “Which house do you like the best, the one we’re in now or the Harrington house?”

“I always liked the Harrington house. The grounds, the flowering crab trees, the space, the view of the bay. That’s a beautiful home, Rebecca. It’s the nicest house on the road.”

“I like it here in Shad Bay,” she confided, as if she was talking to a sister. “Ron said he wanted to just finish out the year and then move back to the city, but he likes it now. He has always been a bit of a loner, but Ethan has been a good friend for him, and he feels comfortable.”

“It’s good that Ethan has Ron, too. When Ethan left Shad Bay years ago, he was a loner. He had no direction and no positive men in his circle. Ron is a godsend. He’s a quality person, Rebecca.”

“Thank you. Our men are lucky to have each other.”

“When do they have their first race?” Ebony asked a second time, the term “our men” resounding in her ears.

“They race at nine, but they have to be there to register by eight. We’re not going that early, so we’ll pick you up around eight thirty, if that’s okay?”

“Sounds fine. When is their second heat?”

“If they don’t win the first race,” Rebecca explained, “they’re eliminated. But if they win at nine, they race again at eleven. And if they win at eleven, they race in the championship at one. Everybody’s been telling Ron he hasn’t got a chance to make the final round.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Ebony stated. “Ethan and Ron have as good a chance to win as anyone else there. They’re both big and strong, they work well together, and they’ve been practicing like mad.”

“They have worked awfully hard for this. It would be a shame if they lost.”

“They’re not going to lose. I can feel it.”

“If they do win,” Rebecca said, “the trophy presentation and the dance will take place around eight o’clock.” Rebecca sighed. “Oh, Ebony, this is so awesome. It makes you feel like part of the community.”

“Imagine how the men feel? They must be stoked.”

“Ron’s having pasta again tonight, and I better get back to making my sauce. I’ll see you tomorrow around eight thirty?”

“I’ll be at the bottom of my driveway.”

After hanging up, Ebony sat down in a daze. She noticed her stained glass picture shimmering in the window, the light reflecting off it more intensely now that the sun was higher in the sky. Though it had been broken, it had been repaired, and the crack was indistinguishable. She rubbed her finger over it, then went to her room and tried on the dress, looking at herself in the mirror from every conceivable angle. She carefully took it off, hung it in the closet, and enjoyed a long, soothing bath. She arranged everything she would be wearing the next day, finished her other chores, took off her locket, and climbed into bed. The next day, she knew, would be glorious.

****

She awoke to a chilly, damp day. A thick fog swept over Shad Bay and drifted across the landscape like a silent ghost, heavy drops of moisture clinging to the window frame and trembling in the wind. Smoke rose from Ethan’s chimney, and she knew he was up, probably eating breakfast and psychologically preparing himself.

Though the day was nothing like Ebony envisioned, she knew the races would not be postponed. She ate her breakfast and changed into black slacks, a white blouse, and a yellow sweater with the design of an old log cabin on it. She grabbed her wool hat, a thick red woolen coat, and a red scarf. After waiting ten minutes at the bottom of her driveway, Rebecca’s car emerged out of the mist.

“Good morning,” Rebecca greeted, turning around with a bright smile as Ebony got into the backseat with Jenny.

Though she tried to hide it, Ebony felt an almost uncontrollable sense of excitement. “Good morning,” she said, consciously controlling her voice and breathing.

Doc turned around and rattled a rusted cowbell. “I brought this old clunker along for good measure. The boys will never do it, but at least they’ll have some top-notch coaching.”