Chapter 3

“Them curtains are cute,” she complimented.

“Thanks. I uh, I put them up, you know, for a little privacy,” Tara said.

She reached up to the ceiling behind them and pulled two sashes. Two panels, a long curtain fluttered down, completely blocking the rear of the van from view.

“Oh, neat!” Renee giggled.

She crawled between the two front seats and looked around. With the lace curtains, with the scrim, the interior of the van was dimly lighted, private. She sat on the bench seat and looked around.

“I’m rolling up the windows; don’t need mosquitos in here,” Tara said loudly, a little too loudly.

“Oh, okay,” Renee agreed.

She could hear Tara fumbling with the windows, could hear the windows squeaking as they rapidly rolled up. Then Tara crawled between the two panels into the rear of the quite warm van. She flopped down next to Renee.

“And no one can look back here, see anyone sitting in here,” she said, placing a casual hand on Renee’s thigh.

To Renee, it was a casual touch. To Tara, it was an intimate touch. She could feel the muscled leg underneath the palm of her hand, under her fingertips. The thick denim of Renee’s jeans kept Tara from being able to feel the smooth flesh, the silky skin of Renee’s thigh, though.

“Oh! Oh, you said you was thinking of…” Tara suddenly said, patting Renee’s thigh to emphasize her words.

Tara swiveled to face Renee. She put her right hand on Renee’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of Renee’s skin under her fingers, feeling the warmth of Renee’s flesh through the knit top the girl wore. Her left hand now rested on Renee’s thigh.

She lowered her voice, even though they were alone. No one standing outside of the Volkswagen van had any chance of overhearing the two girls. No one outside of the van could even see that there was anyone in the van.

“…you know, like Tori,” Tara said.

“Huh? Oh, oh, yeah, shaving my…” Renee said and lowered her voice as well. “…pussy. What you think?”

“I uh, I mean, I don’t know. Don’t look at it all that much,” Tara denied.

“Kind of looks like I got two Afros,” Renee laughed. “One up top and one below.”

“Really? Let’s see,” Tara asked.

Renee looked around, then, milk chocolate skin flushing darkly, unzipped her belt. With another look around, she unsnapped her jeans and then wiggled, pulling jeans and panties down to just below her crotch.

“Renee, I can’t see anything,” Tara complained, leaning over and looking.

Renee squinted at the lace curtains again. Then she pushed her jeans and panties down to just above her knees.

“Spread them?” Tara asked, voice coming out in a squeak.

Renee tried to spread her thighs apart slightly, but her jeans were too snug to allow much movement. Renee steeled herself, then wiggled her jeans all the way down to her ankles.

Tara leaned over and looked at the thick profusion of pubic hair that completely covered Renee’s pussy. She actually felt light-headed, like she wasn’t getting enough oxygen. She chanced a quick glance at Renee’s face. Thankfully, Renee was looking down at her own crotch.

“Can I, let’s see,” Tara said and reached out a trembling hand.

She needed to breathe, she needed to suck in great lungsful of air as she actually touched the tightly coiled thicket of pubic hair capping Renee’s prominent pubic mound.

Renee’s pussy was warm, the hair tightly coiled and quite thick. And Tara’s fingers felt along Renee’s slit and Renee’s slit was slick with moisture. Tara felt Renee’s inner lips peeking out of her tight cleft.

“Think I ought to shave it?” Renee asked, voice tight.

Tara leaned over and kissed Renee directly on her lips. Her fingers continued to trace up and down Renee’s wet slit. Her arm came around Renee’s shoulders, pulling the black girl closer.

Renee opened her mouth and Tara slipped her tongue into Renee’s warm mouth.

“Ooh!” Renee grunted when Tara’s fingers touched her clitoris.

She pulled the beautiful girl close as she kissed her with all the passion she’d been feeling for years. Her fingers continued to toy with Renee’s wet slit, Renee’s puffy pussy lips, her prominent clitoris.

Tara nearly screamed into Renee’s mouth when she felt Renee’s hand touch her breasts. Renee’s first touch was light, experimental. Her second touch was bolder.

“Mmm!” Renee screamed into Tara’s mouth as she stiffened.

Tara felt Renee’s pussy spasm, felt a warm get of liquid splash her fingers. Renee’s grip on Tara’s breasts tightened to an almost unbearable pressure as the girl shuddered and shook through an orgasm.

“I got, I just got to,” Tara moaned as she slithered off of the bench seat to flop down between Renee’s splayed legs.

“Girl!” Renee squealed as Tara glued her mouth to Renee’s pussy.

Any protest, any hesitation on Renee’s part was quickly shoved aside as Tara’s lips and tongue pleasured Renee’s pussy. Tara licked and sucked at Renee’s heavy lips, her perineum, her clitoris.

Tara felt as if she could not breathe. Her head was filled with a buzzing, whirring noise. She couldn’t see, even though she knew her eyes were wide open.

She could feel Renee’s thick, crinkly, wiry pubic hair against her nose, her lips, her chin, her tongue. She could smell the heavy, musky scent of Renee’s pussy. The taste was heady, strong, intoxicating.

She sucked and licked, trying to coax more of the delicious taste from Renee’s wet pussy. Her own pussy throbbed; she wanted to reach down, unzip her jeans, pleasure herself.

But Tara was afraid, if she pulled one hand from Renee’s thighs, the connection, the spell would be broken. She was afraid if the spell was severed, Renee would push her away.

“Mmm!” Renee let out a strangled cry.

Tara’s face was drenched with Renee’s excitement. She lapped at the delicious essence as it drooled from Renee’s pussy. She licked and sucked frantically as Renee shuddered and shook in orgasm.

Finally, Renee weakly attempted to close her parted legs. Her hand gently pushed at Tara’s forehead.

Tara gave one last puckered kiss to Renee’s dense cap of curls and sat back.

Slowly, fearfully, she glanced up. Renee’s impressive chest shook as the black girl struggled to regain her breath. Then Tara looked into Renee’s beautiful face.

“Wow,” Renee finally said, weak smile on her face. “That knocked my socks off.”

“Yours?” Tara said, then giggled.

Tara crawled up and sat on the bench seat. She leaned over and gently kissed Renee’s cheek. Renee turned her head and looked at the hotly blushing girl. Then she leaned over and kissed Tara’s pouting lips.

“Let me see yours?” Renee asked.

Tara unbuckled her double grommet belt and pushed jeans and panties down and completely off her pale legs. She sat back, legs spread wide. She continued to look into Renee’s beautiful deep brown eyes as she sat, wet pussy on full display.

Renee’s hand was trembling as she reached down. Her fingers combed through the reddish blonde pubic hair. The hair was soft to the touch; Tara’s flesh was soft to the touch.

“Holy Mother!” Tara cried out when Renee’s fingers gently grazed her tense clitoris.

She was too caught up in her orgasm to worry that someone outside of the van may have heard her outburst. She panted, sucking in great gasps of air as she shuddered through a long orgasm. Jeans and panties still bunched around her ankles, Renee slithered off of the bench seat and knelt between Tara’s obscenely spread legs. She looked at the neat triangle of hair, looked at the light pink pussy lips that flowered past the reddish blonde tendrils.

Renee reached out with one still trembling hand, pulled gently on Tara’s inner lips, opening the flower more. Her other hand reached down and touched her own puffy pussy lips.

Tara looked down when she felt Renee’s hot breath blowing across her overheated pussy. She saw nothing but a mop of black curls framed by her own pale skin. Her eyes rolled back in her head for a brief moment.

“Ooh my God!” Tara grunted out when she felt Renee’s tongue lap at her pussy.

Renee had not known what to expect when she slid to the floor, put her head between this white girl’s legs. She’d heard jokes, vulgar, crude jokes about pussy smelling like dead fish.

Tara’s pussy smelled like musk. It was almost the scent of sweat. Not overly strong sweat, just a good, healthy sweat.

The taste was hard to describe. But it too was not an unpleasant taste.

Renee licked up and down Tara’s tight slit a few times, getting more and more of the taste in her mouth. Then she grazed Tara’s clitoris with her tongue and Tara stiffened, then shuddered.

Renee licked Tara to three orgasms. Her hand rubbed and diddled her clitoris until she too stiffened and then shuddered in her own orgasm.

Then, just as Tara had down, Renee placed a kiss directly onto Tara’s pubic hair.

“Girl, shit, we better go,” Renee suddenly declared.

Both girls quickly pulled jeans and panties up. Then Tara rolled the two panels of lace up and tied them off.

Monday morning, Nana bustled into Renee’s room as Renee was making sure she had everything she needed for the school day ahead. Renee didn’t even have to look at Nana to tell that Nana wasn’t happy. She could tell from the woman’s heavy step.

“That white girl here again,” Nana hissed. “What she doing here? Huh?”

“Nana, I don’t know,” Renee said.

“Well, I don’t like it,” Nana said.

Renee thought of several sarcastic answers to Nana’s statement. Years of experience, though, stilled Renee’s tongue. Mondays were bad enough. Starting off a Monday with a busted lip would make a bad Monday even worse.

“Hey girl,” Tara said, smiling happily. “Starting rain out there; thought you’d want a ride.”

“Ooh, it raining?” Nana asked, looking at the living room window.

Sure enough, an early morning sprinkle was wetting the scrub grass, darkening the driveway.

“Bye, Nana,” Renee said, grabbing her meal tokens and her school books.

“Bye Miss Nana,” Tara said.

“We can’t do nothing,” Tara whispered as she backed the van out of the driveway.

“I know,” Renee agreed.

“But I uh, I couldn’t wait ’til school see you,” Tara admitted.

Renee saw the two girls that normally waited with her for the bus. They huddled together underneath the carport of Mr. Hennessey. Every now and then, Jill or Claudette would peer out to see if they could see the bus approaching.

“We give them a ride?” Renee asked, pointing.

“Huh? Yeah, sure,” Tara said.

She pulled into the driveway. The two girls, two sophomores looked up, surprised, shocked.

“Come on, get in,” Tara yelled as the two girls just stood.

That afternoon, even though it was still raining, Claudette and Jill were on their own. They waited, underneath the overhang of the school until their bus pulled up and swung its doors open.

Tara and Renee were in the Volkswagen, driving toward Sweet Oak, away from Renee’s neighborhood.

Renee didn’t ask where Tara was going. The two girls just chattered about school that day, what a shriveled up old shrew Sister Bernadette was, how pretty Mrs. Hopper was.

“We ain’t going see that movie again, huh?” Renee asked when Tara pulled up to the movie theater.

“No, first movie ain’t ’til five,” Tara said, quickly untying the sashes.

“What you doing?” Renee whispered, looking around worriedly.

“Come on,” Tara urged as she slipped into the rear of the van.

Reluctantly, Renee followed. She found Tara laying on her back across the bench seat, white cotton panties on the floor, plaid skirt hiked up to her waist.

“Come on, take your undies off,” Tara pleaded as she rubbed her wet pussy.

Renee looked around again, then shimmied out of her panties.

Now what you want me do?” she asked.

Tara pulled Renee by her arm, twisting the girl around. Soon, Renee got the idea and straddled Tara’s head. Her own face was close to Tara’s pretty little pussy. She shuddered, almost violently, as she felt Tara’s lips and tongue pressing against her quite wet pussy.

She bent her head and began to lick and suck at Tara’s pussy. Tara’s tongue lapped insistently at Renee’s fat pussy lips.

“Mmm!” Renee moaned as Tara’s tongue found her clitoris.

Then Tara did something completely unexpected. She put her mouth to Renee’s anus and then wormed her tongue into Renee’s rosebud.

Renee almost laughed. Nana was always saying to never kiss a white person.