To Arthur, there was never a moment he felt weak. Racial relations were never a major concern for him due to the ultimately white town he'd been brought up in. However, he never personally opposed negro people. Silently, he felt that men were equal. A foreign concept in their small village.

In his high school years he'd often stop by at William's house. Mr. McGill would often have been at work, and so with just Florence and William in the house there was an entirely different atmosphere. Together, they'd listen to records from artists practically forbidden in their area. Cab Calloway, Louis Armstrong, Duke Ellington. William's collection was superb.

"How do you get your hands on such records?" Arthur asked as they laid out on William's bed.

"You have to drive out to New York, that's where you get them." William told Arthur. They both passed along a cigarette between one another.

Arthur had a mighty coughing fit. "What kind of tobacco is this, again?" Arthur asked William.

"Marijuana." William answered as he sucked on the rolled substance. Crackling began to crumble through the Victrola speakers, it was the end of the record. William stood up and removed the small vinyl.

"What will we listen to now?" Arthur questioned with a smile from the bed.

"I believe that was my last record." William told Arthur as he placed it back into its case. "But I do have something I want to show you."

"Me?" Arthur pointed to himself theatrically. William went into his closet and rustled around. Then out he came with four cards. Arthur tried to make out what they were. "Aren't we a little too old for baseball cards?"

"These aren't baseball cards, bud." William took a seat on the bed next to where Arthur laid. Arthur sat up and dangled his feet off the side. Immediately he spotted what was actually on them, something he'd never seen before.

"They're nudie cards." He observed. The women were especially tantalizing. Curvaceous goddesses who were posed in just the right way. One had a woman standing by herself decked out in ornamental jewelry. The next card had the same girl accompanied by another one, they stood next to one another showing off their figures. One was more slender than the other. In the next card they were kissing, an act that Arthur hadn't seen in all his life. He stared at the obscure sight, blinking away as he focused with his dazed stare. And finally, the last card had one girl crouching down and sticking her tongue in the other's pussy.

These cards weren't only scandalous because of the nature, committing acts that both boys could have only dreamt of in that small town. But the cards featured black women, which were a foreign concept for them. The women were beautiful, mysterious, engaging, and even exotic. Entirely separate from the status quo of their town that prided itself on jam and American pie.

"I have to have a girl like this." William confided in his friend. "They're just beautiful."

"These are just for fantasy, Will. You're not actually meant to go out and search for them." Arthur told him. "Where would you get a girl like that around here anyway?"

"I'm gonna find a way." William stared at the cards. William's bedroom door began to open and the boys quickly scrambled to hide them. They ended up sitting on the cards.

It was Florence who was at the door, at that time she was even younger but never the less beautiful. "William, it's time for Arthur to head home. The sun is setting."

"Alright, Mrs. McGill. I'll be sure to be on my way." Arthur spoke up. Florence gave him a warm smile and shut the door, and Arthur let out an exhale. "Your mother is a smoke show."

"Can you cut it out?" William begged his friend. Arthur laughed and teased William, then let out a 'whew' before once again picking up the cards from under their bottom.

"Looks like they're a little crushed." Arthur observed. William looked at his forbidden cards, now with white dents across them.

"Awe, man." William ran his thumb across the creased white line.

Just as he did at the dinner table, holding Eliza's hand and running his thumb along her skin. He looked at her with pure adoration, and as the night drew on his desire for her deepened. Everyone at the table indulged in wine, and so things truly began to get interesting.

"She has the most wonderful voice." William announced to the table. "Eliza, perform for us."

"I don't know if I can." Eliza laughed and William insisted. Arthur tagged along, clapping and giving encouragement. Lydia only gave a half smile, inside her envy burning. "Well, I suppose I can sing something."

Eliza stood up from her seat, but did it so swiftly that she stumbled a bit. She hiccuped her wine. Looking to each for her onlookers, she gave an extra warm smile. Then began to allow her voice to be heard.

For when my baby smiles at me,

My heart goes roaming to paradise!

And when my baby smiles at me,

There's such a wonderful light in his eyes.

At the end of the night they all said their goodbyes.

"You get home safe!" Florence shouted out to Arthur and Lydia while they walked out of the house. William walked Eliza to the guesthouse on the opposite side of the house.

They to where the pool was on the grounds, but still had a long way to go. "I do love your pool." Eliza buzzed. She shifted her weight lazily onto a hip. "It's so... grand."

"Grand it is." William rose his eyebrows. "It's fashioned after the Greek."

"I can only imagine." Eliza nodded clumsily. "A Grecian bath."

She shut her eyes and ran her hand along her chest, then up her neck, across her collar bone, and down to her chest. The sight of such sensual movements, plus the glow of the water against her skin caused a stir in William's pants.

He walked toward her hungrily and playfully she stepped back. She held her hand up with a smile as though to say stop right there. Then slowly, she began to take off her dress. First by slipping off the shoulders, then allowing it to fall and reveal her breasts. The loosely fit dress began to bunch at where she held it up at her waist.

William walked closer to her and helped her dress fall to the ground. He touched every part of her body, each delicious touch allowing her skin to feel as though it was set on fire. And when he touched her pussy, the release it would give her was extraordinary. Eliza removed his clothes as well, and his cock stood up between them. They kissed while standing by the pool, and the kiss was radiant.

William picked Eliza up bridal style, but then she called out. "No! I can't swim!"

He laughed while setting her feet back on the ground. Eliza stepped back away from the pool, then took a seat in the grass. Laying onto her back, her body rocked back and forth seductively, inviting William to join her.

William looked down at how her body curved back and forth, and as he neared her she slowly opened her legs. He crouched down in front of her as though to worship her, his groin throbbing at the sight of her. Leaning down, his tongue licked up her pussy, a taste he relished. Then his nose traveled up her abdomen, his lips leaving small kisses in its path.

He wrapped his lips around one of her breasts, sucking it deeply and causing more wetness to drip between her legs. Then he slowly kissed along her collar bones, then her neck, until finally he reached her lips. They kissed passionately in the grass, the light of the stars shining down on them. He stroked himself while kissing her, then rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy. She exhaled as she felt him go inside of her, slowly he began to move.

Eliza held onto his back while he went deep inside of her. Her legs wrapping around his body, which was much bigger and stronger than her. She scratched down his back and grabbed onto his ass while he thrusted in. Their lips hovered over one another and kisses were shared during the exchange. Until finally he pulled out, the grass becoming the recipient of his passion.