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Ebony and Ivory 1/2 (ff)
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-EBONY AND IVORY -
- Part One-
By Ann Douglas
Ashley had a troubled night. Sleep just
wouldn't come. It was rare that she wasn't out like a
light as soon as she hit the sheets. After eight
months of the grueling schedule here at the
Northbridge Nursing Academy, she was usually
exhausted long before the midnight chimes, of which
if she was lucky heralded bedtime. Last night had
been different, last night she had gotten into a late
night study session with Misty Jackson. If you had
to pick two woman on this campus further apart, It
would be Misty Jackson and Ashley Fitzgerald.
Ashley Fitzgerald was 18 yrs old, the
daughter of one of those old southern families who
acted like the Confederacy still existed in this year of
our lord, 1986. Five six with long shoulder length
blonde hair, Ashley had flawless white skin and a
modest 34-22-32 figure.
Misty Jackson, on the other hand, was a 39
yr old retired Army Nurse who was
taking a few advanced courses at the school over
the summer. She'd grown up in one of the poorer
areas of New York City and had enlisted in the
Army on her 18th birthday. Trained as a Nurse,
Misty'd spent three separate tours in Vietnam during
the war. After that she had stayed on and retired
last year as a Lieutenant Colonel. The other major
differences between the two was that Misty was as
black as the night and had a well endowed form that
rivaled that of a twenty five year old, thanks to 20
yrs of an army routine.
As the hour grew later and later, each of the
other girls dropped out until only Ashley and Misty
were left. It wasn't the subject matter that held
Ashley, it was a strange attraction to the older
woman. She couldn't understand it. Except for a
few months during her teen years, she'd never had
any attraction for women, especially not one this
old.......or this black. Then again, she'd never had
the change to know a black woman except as some
of the hired help.
Finally, as the clock tower chimed one,
Misty said that since they'd outlasted everyone else
they'd better call it a night. She noted that Ashley
didn't seem to have he mind much on the work
anyway. Better to get a good nights sleep. If she
was really interested, they could meet in the
morning, tomorrow being Saturday, and make a
fresh look at the material. Caught off guard, Ashley
had agreed.
Sleep finally came and Ashley spent the night
with visions of dark creamy breasts filling her
dreams. When she awaked she was shocked to
discover that she was covered with sweat . The she
realized that her light blonde mound was damp from
more than just sweat.
Before Ashley had a chance to spend too
much time dwelling on the matter, a sharp knock at
the door interrupted her. Her eyes darted to the
empty bed next to her, she then remembered that her
roommate had gone home for the weekend.
"Come in....." she said as she sat up and
swung her legs over the side of the bed.
The dorm room door swung open and in
walked Misty Jackson with a breakfast tray covered
with tea and danish.
"I waited for you at the cafeteria until nine, "
Misty said as she walked in. Then I figured I'd kept
you up too late last night. So rather than have you
miss breakfast, I thought the least I could do was
drop you off something to eat.
The white girl smiled at the black woman
and ran her fingers through her long blonde hair one
last time, wiping the last of the cowwebs from her
mind.
"Good morning Misty." she said.
"Good morning, Ashley," the nurse maid
said in return. And she smiled. And there was that
twinkle again, that knowing and magical look that
made Ashley's cunt quiver with excitement.
Misty carried the tray to the little table
beside the bed and put it down.
"Should I pout some tea?" she asked, being
the perfect servant.
"Yes, please," the white girl said with a grin.
Misty poured some of the hot tea out of the little pot
and into a cup. She added the sugar and the milk.
"How did you sleep, Ashley?" she asked , as
she stirred the drink.".
"Very well, thank you, Misty." she said,
hoping it wasn't too obvious a lie.
The black woman handed Ashley the tea.
"Do you have time to sit down and talk to
me for a few moments?" the white girl asked. I feel
the need for a little company this morning."
"Certainly," Misty said.
She sat on the edge of the bed and moved
her leg up on the bed, knowing that Ashley could
see her little, white panties that way. She wanted
the white girl to see her panties, for she wanted to
let the girl know that she was willing to give her any
kind of company she desired on this lazy, summer
morning.
"How did you sleep last night, Misty?"
Ashleyd asked, sipping her tea.
"Oh, just fine, Ashley," the black woman
said with a grin. "I always sleep just fine because I
work real hard to make sure my conscience is
clean."
You mean you never do anything wrong?
Ashley asked with a quick smile.
"I mean, I never do anything that I am
ashamed of."
And Misty smiled too.
"You know no shame?" Ashley asked.
"I only know that I've see too much in my
life to let anything stand in the way of whatever
happiness I can find." the black woman said, " and
anything that I do that brings me enjoyment is good
for me - and good for the other person involved
too."
"Very interesting," Ashley said, sipping again
on her hit tea, feeling the heat run through her body
and knowing that the heat didn't just come from the
tea. "Very interesting philosophy that you have ,
Misty."
The black woman laughed.
"I guess you could say that I "m just a
hedonist," Misty said, "but I enjoy it and I don't hurt
anyone. So the lifestyle is right for me.
Ashley set her cup on the table beside the
bed.
"I agree with you, Misty," she said, "I guess
that must make me a hedonist too."
The two smiled at each other, both realizing
they were at an awkward moment. Each yearned for
that first touch, but each hesitated in case they were
wrong. Finally Ashley moved, reaching out with a
trembling hand and touching Misty's firm breast.
The black woman smiled and reached out and touch
the white girl's breast.
"I've been wanting to do that since the
beginning of the semester, " Misty said softly.
"You are magical, Misty," Ashley said in a
husky, sexy voice as she squeezed the dark breast.
"Magical?"
"Yes, magical. I've never done anything like
this before in my life, yet at this moment it seems so
right."
Misty's reply was only an increase in her
smile.
"I want to see you naked." Ashley said
excitedly.
"I want to see you naked too, Ashley..."
Misty pulled to white girl into her arms and
kissed her softy on the lips. Then the kiss became
harder and more passionate. Ashley put her arms
around Misty's body as the two opened their mouths
and let their tongues run from mouth to mouth.
Back and forth in feverish and anxious lesbian
desire.
Ashley felt Misty's magic move into her
body. The white girl gave up her body to the black
woman, offering it as a sacrifice to lust. She
wanted only to please Misty and in turn to be
pleased by her. Somehow, deep in her soul, Ashley
knew that this was what she had been yearning for,
the dark forbidden love that would bring her
fulfillment as none of the boys back home had done.
Misty took her lips from the white girl's
mouth and kissed her soft skin, licked her white face
with her cool red tongue and gave the girl a new
feeling that she had never experienced before.
"Oh, Misty," Ashley moaned.
"Lets get naked so I can love you," the
ebony nurse suggested.
"Yes, oh yes," the white girl murmured in
agreement. "Lets get naked and do it. Love me
good, and slow...and nice."
"Nice"
"Nice"
Ashley was wearing a light nightgown that
hung from her body by a pair of shoulder straps
made of light, flimsy material. Misty brushed those
straps from the white girl's shoulders and let the
nightgown move down Ashley's soft, young skin.
Her firm, white breasts with the pink nipples were
soon exposed to the black girl's passionate eyes.
Ashley's tits were full and sweet and Misty
ran her lips down them slowly, letting the white girl
wait a bit before Misty got to the ultimate place of
nourishment, to the little pink nipples that were
already beginning to turn bumpy and hard with
excitement.
Finally, Misty kissed one of those nipples.
Ashley sighed and lifted her tit up with her hands so
that the black woman could more easily suck on the
pinkness that was there, waiting for her lips.
Misty stuck out her tongue and ran it
around the pinkness of the nipple. Then she put her
lips on that pink circle and closed them tightly
around the good spot and began to suck with
ecstasy and excitement.
Misty had made love with other women
before, white, black, yellow and brown. She had
always been open for any experience in life. But she
had never made love to a young girl who seemed to
want it as badly as Ashley did. Misty sensed as she
sucked the nipple that Ashley was trying to turn this
little morning love feast into something special in her
soul, something that she could forever cherish. If so,
Misty was more than happy to help.
As Misty sucked on the nipple, Ashley
reached out and ran her sift hands over the woman's
head and down her back. She wanted to see her
lover naked. She wanted to see that black, satin
skin, shining in the morning sun, shining with sweat
and lust and human and animal excitement all mixed
up in the blackness that was Misty.
She wanted to see it all.
Gently, Ashley pushed Misty back and the
black woman let the nipple escape from her lips as
she moved back. She knew the white girl wanted
something a little different now.
She sat back on the bed and let Ashley run
her hands up and down her body, felling her skin
while it was still covered by her blouse and skirt.
Then Ashley slowly undid the small buttons that ran
down the front of the blouse with her trembling
fingers and watched in ecstasy as each piece of
exposed black flesh came into view.
"Oh Misty," she sighed when she reached the
next to last button. "You are so sexy."
"You are sexy too, Ashley" Misty said as she
looked at the white girl's exposed breasts . "very
sexy and very beautiful."
Finally all the buttons were done, and with a
quick zip the skirt followed Misty's blouse on the
floor. Ashley now had a clear look at Misty's body,
covered only by her white lacy bra and even lacier
white panties. She too a couple of deep breaths
when she saw that body and then she touched the
soft black skin with her white hands, touched her
ribs and stomach, feeling the magic grow in her own
flesh, the magic and the fever of young , female lust.
Ashley put her hands on Misty's shoulders
and brought the sexy, black woman forward for one
more kiss.
This kiss wasn't soft. If was hard and filled
with passion - passion that came from both mouths,
from both souls, both black and white. As they
kissed, Misty cupped Ashley's bare breasts in her
hands and felt them softly as they heaved there with
the white girl's heavy breathing, with her lust.
Ann Douglas
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