1. Friendship and infidelity, Part 1


    Date: 3/6/2016, Categories: Interracial, Author: SirSpewalot, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    “That sounds like something a freshman would dream up who doesn’t know much about the twenties.” I replied, “Yeah, they were both iconoclasts and hated the same Babbitts, but they didn’t really have much else in common.” With that Dave and Phyllis effectively threw up their hands and turned to Edith Wharton, while Sandra and I continued chatting. Mencken led immediately to George Schuyler, pleasing Sandra immensely that I had read him, and from him to the Harlem Renaissance. We soon discovered books we both enjoyed, and as we talked about Plum-Bun we had become friends. Remembering I liked classical music, she asked me if I had heard William Grant Still’s Afro-American Symphony. “Why, yes,” I replied. “It’s quite good. I like it a lot. It might be the only piece of classical music I’ve ever heard with a banjo part.” “So it’s unjustly forgotten then?” “No, it’s never been forgotten. There are several recordings, but nobody much listens to anything but the old warhorses or the latest fads any more. It’s not Barber, but it’s still far better than average.” “You mean Copland,” she grinned. “No, I mean Barber.” “So you think Barber’s greater than Copland then.” “Yes, but really, at that level of skill it’s just a matter of preference.” “Fair enough.” And so our conversation continued until it ended too soon. By the time we separated, I knew her face and figure quite well. Her face was round and expressive, with an average nose and full lips under shining brown eyes; her hair ...
    was lightly curled and, as I discovered, arranged in a wide variety of styles from one week to the next. Her neck was thick and fairly long, joining wide shoulders above swelling breasts, a thick waist curving into wide hips, and a belly that was well-rounded and firm but not actually fat. Up to that time I preferred my women athletic, wiry, firm-breasted, and thin-hipped, but Sandra soon impressed on me the great virtues of a full figure offering rounded flesh to attract the eyes and padding to soften a lover’s vigorous thrusts. We made arrangements to meet for dinner Tuesday following, and soon the four of us were meeting three or four times a week. Dave and Phyllis usually took the opportunity to spend most of their time discussing the upcoming class they were to help teach, leaving Sandra and me to chatter like jay birds about whatever bright and shiny trinkets came to mind. One evening about two weeks after our first meeting, we were having dinner at their apartment, take-out Indian food. Dave chuckled as he ate some murg saagwala , “You know, when you think about it, chicken and spinach—it’s really just Indian soul food.” We laughed and Sandra replied, “Except that it’s not pork and there are no grits and it’s not greasy. For all of which, thank God.” “Okay, the chicken makes it upscale soul food.” “So, let me guess,” she smiled, “the Egyptians created soul food in 75,000 BC and the Indians learned it from them?” The pair of them had a couple of rather radically cracked ...
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