Her cheeks were red and flushed.Jennifer couldn't believe how much she felt for this man whom she had never met in person. They had connected from the...start and she had fallen hard. Ironically they had met in a chat room for white women and black men but Richard was white. She had been looking to explore her interracial fantasies and she met an open minded white guy who fantasized about sharing his wife with a black man. His wife wasn't interested in his wild fantasies but Jennifer was.Her hand. By that evening, her skin was cherry red and painful to a gentle breeze. She took a cool shower and planned to put on some Aloe cream her mother had given her but was interrupted when Will, her brother, walked into their adjoining bathroom. After the initial embarrassment, she agreed to let him apply the Aloe cream. Will's gentle touch felt so good and the cream actually eased the pain. Then his touches became more intimate and turned her on. When she felt her orgasm approaching, Will mounted. I hate this you-on-your-bunk, me-on-my-bunk, ignoring each other. So I thought, maybe if we got out of this cell for a bit, you know, went out on a date, had a little fun, maybe we could get back a little toward the way we used to be.’ ‘You’re asking me on a date?’ ‘A pretend one, at least. The best I can do under the circumstances. What do you say?’ ‘I don’t go out on dates with guys who are seeing other girls.’ ‘Rachel, you mean. That’s over. We broke up.’ ‘Yeah? When did that happen?’ ‘Um,. " What, you only love me when I make you come?" No, no ... it's not the sex ... it's ... it's the closeness. Being connected like this makes me feel like I'm truly part of you, like we are almost one person. That's the part I really love, feeling like you and I are the same person, inseparable, and indistinguishable from each other. Even if sex weren't included, I would still want this feeling; with the sex, it's just that much better."I grinned at her, then leaned down and kissed her once.