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Elysium Fields Part 8: Sexual Scenario
Topanga Canyon, California
Sunday, May 11, 1986
11:40 AM
Sorry, before we return to Lita and Mitchell naked in the warm water of the Elysium Fields swimming pool, we must slip back in time to…
July 6, 1951
Chicago, Illinois
The ebony-colored girl was small, about five-three, and maybe fifteen years old. She had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and, for a girl her size, unusually large breasts. Her almond-shaped black eyes looking up from under long, thick lashes, “Hi.” she said.
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That night, in bed, That wasn’t so bad, Mitchell thought.
Never having more than a fleeting contact with people of the Negro race, it was not as though he’d had any preconceived conceptions about Negroes—he’d had no conception at all, and not knowing is what had frightened him.
Those kids aren’t all that different from us. He further thought. Yeah, the way they talk is different, and they have different ideas about going to school and the way they live.
Not knowing that with most people prejudicial and economic conditions dictate the way they’re forced to live.
Ain’t nothing wrong with them! Mitchell concluded, They’re just kids with brown skin… And, God, that Lousy!
The dual thoughts of the dark intensity of her nipples and, if her pubic hair matched the tight nap of the hair on her head, Mitchell spent the next twenty minutes concocting a passionate, although totally impossible scenario where he and Louise, to the best of his imagination, were naked together and, shvartzer or not, yes indeed, the two did have intercourse.
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Elysium Fields Part 8: Sexual Scenario
Topanga Canyon, California
Sunday, May 11, 1986
11:40 AM
If memory served me correctly, Lita could be Louise, except Louise would be forty-nine or fifty now while Lita couldn’t be much older than, at the most, possibly, in her early thirties.
Beautiful, absolutely beautiful; a grown up version of the fourteen or fifteen year old beautiful black girl that I, in my youthful imagination, saw nude and made solitary ‘hand held’ love to, that now – sometimes dreams do come true – in real life was no more than two or three feet from me... fully nude.
My heart thumping, pumping – though I had no idea how much more could fit in there – I was sure my thumping heart was pumping more blood downward to what was by now an extremely – well, I was in a nudist park, after all – visible ‘boner’ And what, I ask, was I supposed to do with it, stuff it between my thighs?
“You married, Mitch?” Lita asked bluntly.
Glad for the diversion, my thoughts coming upward, ‘Am I married’? Other than a few curt words:
“Don’t give a damn if you ever come back!”
“Fine! Maybe I won’t!”
“Don’t threaten, Mitchell, do it!”
Thinking, we haven’t really talked to each other for almost three weeks! We haven’t touched each other in about a month and haven’t made love in... God knows how long.
“My wife and me,” I said — at the moment truly thinking it true — “are separated.” Asking, “You?”
Taking a long moment to answer, “yes, me, too.” Lita’s expression souring, Charlie... my husband’s screwing around with another woman and that’s, kind of, why I’m here.”
Very surprised that a woman I met no longer than, maybe, ten/twelve minutes ago was making this kind of an admission.
Although, truth be told, standing with one’s erection poking onto one’s thigh could tend to make friends of strangers rather rapidly. “Your husband’s ‘fooling around’, that’s why you’re here, at Elysium?”
“Well, yeah. I was feeling pretty insecure, which is something I’d never felt before, well, not as I do now, and thought I needed a change, to, uh, maybe see...”
If I were concocting a fantasy sexual scenario this could very easily be it.
Finishing her sentence again: “To see if you’re attractive enough to give a guy you just met a ‘boner’?”
“Yeah, I guess,” hesitating…
Lowering her eyes, knowing she was looking at ‘me’ again.
Lita added, “…a white guy.”
“ ‘A white guy’!” Laughing, “In case you hadn’t noticed,” holding my arm alongside hers, “I’m not such ‘a white guy’.”
If one were to equate color to a number: ten being black, Lita was probably an eight, and me? With the tan of my arm intensified by water, I’d probably rank as a six.
“Yeah,” Lita said. “But,” once again peering through the water at my – may as well call it what it was – “Yeah,” Lita said. “But,” once again peering through the water at my raging ‘boner’. Smiling now, “you’re not tan all over.”
Laughing again, “oh, okay!” Impulsively hugging her, “let me tell you, if that’s what you’re looking for, you sure found the right white guy!” Of course, feeling our cool, wet bodies held closely breast to breast, certainly didn’t hurt... “Because,” I said emphatically, “you sure gave this 'white guy' one hell of’a boner!”
My excitement mounting even further, rather than standing stiffly, I sensed Lita relaxing within the momentary hug.
Thinking of where I wanted this to go, of where I was hoping this would go... to one of the three rooms used, where, as Gwen had said: “Where people go when they feel themselves becoming very friendly; where they can have some privacy.” And I sure as hell was feeling friendly and I sure as hell would have liked some privacy. Then again, on the other hand, I was afraid that this really might lead to that room.
About this time a family of two adults along with a boy and girl aged about eight and ten splashed into the water.
Parting our bodies a bit, “Where you sitting?” I asked.
Jerking her thumb over her shoulder to the right, “kind of opposite the tennis court.”
“Ah, that’s why I didn’t notice you. You want some company?”
“Thought, you’d never ask, Mitch.”
“Good! Great, in fact! Curiously” I said, “you wouldn’t be from Chicago, would you?”
“No, Los Angeles born and bred.”
“Your mother, maybe?”
“My mother? No, she’s from Texas, why?”
“You look like someone I knew,” –not wanting to give my age – “uh, when we were kids.”
“You knew someone that looks like me,” tapping herself on the chest with her thumb, “when you were a kid, really?”
“Yeah, and I never forgot her because she was just about the most beautiful girl I’d ever know.”
“That’s some ‘line’, Mister.” Smiling, “but I’ll take it as a complement.”
“No line, Lita, it’s the truth. You do remind me of…” thinking a moment, “Louise. Her name was Louise, and you are beautiful!”
Leaving the pool to the splashing, rather noisy family, following Lita up the three steps, behind her now, I saw the smooth, deep depression between her waist and hips along, I might add, with, compared to the rest of her shapely body, moderately large buttocks with thighs to match... All of which, Oh, yeah! I truly appreciated.
After spending the amount of time in a pool that I had, most men would come out with their penis shrunken into their pubis. However, now walking closely alongside the beautiful and beautifully statuesque Lita, oh, no! Although no longer sticking straight forward, there was no doubt that ‘I’ was still there and, rather than the embarrassment one would think I would be feeling, walking through a field of people with a partial erection, whom, by the way, due to the fact that Lita was Negro and I Caucasian, having no doubt that we were being watched, maybe even being gawked at, embarrassment was not what I felt... rather pride.
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