Love in Black and White

By Harvey Marcus

Christoper and Makayla got married on the rebound to share their mutual sexuality. As soon as Chris bought a condo and Mickey moved in, she got the writing assignment of a lifetime, out of town and away from her new husband. Their physical dependence would have been tested by her absence, except Chris decided to drive up and take a room nearby the college where Mickey went undercover to identify and document rampant racial bigotry for her news organization. Too bad Mickey wasn't available, but the busty waitress at the nearby diner was.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Harvey Marcus
• Release date: Jul 13, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370181582

Harvey Marcus

Harvey Marcus has a proclivity for ending up in sexual situations with family, friends and strangers. Although he enjoys the opportunities presented to him, he rarely goes after his female companions. Fortuitous situations just seem to happen. As he's learned, sex and humor are great partners. He never takes himself too seriously, and neither should you.

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LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE

By Harvey Marcus

Copyright 2017 Harvey Marcus

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The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, or you are offended by subjects of a sexual nature - do not read any further!

This story is for entertainment only. It contains adult oriented material. This is a work of fiction. The acts and characters contained within are figments of my imagination and have no basis in fact. I do not practice, advocate, condone or encourage acts portrayed here. The characters in the story are entirely fictional. You need to believe that all of the characters are over the age of eighteen.

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1 - Chris

Christopher Evans sat in their condo on a metal folding chair at their ironing board, repurposed as a desk, studying the application specifications for his current project. Neither he nor his wife Makayla had taken the time to reassemble furniture or unpack boxes that cluttered almost all of the floor space in their living and dining rooms. For example, two TV tables duct-taped together served as their interim kitchen table. Boxes on either side of their L-shaped couch acted as end tables, uneven surfaces for their lamps. The mortgage was in his name, given his full-time job.

He was on the verge of an epiphany to solve the end users’ conflicting requirements when Mickey burst through the door. Distractions like that were the reason Chris worked at home, dreadful as it was, to avoid the interruptions in his office that destroyed his concentration. He looked up from the screen and stretched his legs, almost knocking the ironing board over. With a quick reach, he saved his laptop from imminent destruction.

"I got it! Mickey shouted.

Carryout dinner? Not Chinese, she hated oriental cuisine. Her period? Got what? The idea that had been on the tip of his brain evaporated.

I told you, I’ve been complaining about my assignments. Mickey was a staff writer at US-Post, a nationally recognized news and blog site. Well, they finally gave me a big, fat, juicy one. She danced through the piles of boxes, throwing her arms around Chris and kissing him with vigor.

That’s great. Her expectations were clear. He’d stop working and listen to her news. Dinner and sex would have to wait, even though he’d started to get an erection the minute Mickey walked through the door. It’s her own damn fault. Ever since they’d met, she’d been training him, increasing his libido.

Mickey dropped her backpack on the carpet and pulled up a folding chair next to Chris. This is the assignment of a lifetime. I don’t know what your experience was, but I suffered as a high school athlete.

With her level of excitement, Mickey had probably skipped the elevator and bolted up three flights. Her training as a runner stood her in good stead. She wasn't breathing hard. Or maybe she took the elevator after all. Chris had excelled at academics, with no interest in sports. In fact, at his office, he never participated in office sports pools and never had a word to say about what teams won or lost the previous night. When they contracted for cable TV service, Mickey had insisted on including the most expensive sports bundle.

Her trim, lean body leaned forward. They’ve offered me the chance to do a researched piece on racism in college. Do you believe it? Thirteen weeks, living undercover as a student, documenting my experiences as a black woman. Perfect!

Thirteen weeks? Chris felt like he’d just been abandoned, even though his new wife was by his side. Their whirlwind courtship had been shorter than that. Both he and Mickey had bounced back from failed relationships into each other’s arms. Chris didn't know the details of Mickey's former beau, but Bionca had dumped him for an athlete with a professional contract making way more money. Chris met Mickey through a mutual friend who thought they would be perfect for each other. A few weeks of intense dating and mating, a civil ceremony and the deed was done.

With Mickey away on assignment, their new condo would feel like an oversized cage. And after getting him accustomed to frequent sex as long as an important game wasn’t on, what would he do? Sit alone and frustrated in front of their big flat screen TV watching sports? Torture.

It’ll pass quickly. And we’ll talk every night. We can try sexting.

Trading sexual comments or even Facetiming in the nude would be even more frustrating. Looking wasn’t touching. Chris knew better than to object. Then he had a great idea. How about if I come along? I can work from anywhere. He knew that occasionally, he'd have to come back and make an appearance in his office, most likely for status meetings. We can rent an apartment short term. You can go to class and do your research-

Mickey frowned. They expect me to live in a dorm, to get the full social experience.

Chris was undeterred. Hell, I can still come with and have my own place. That way, we can be together during your free time and on weekends.

They won’t compensate me for your housing, which we can’t afford. She rubbed his nappy haircut. All of my free time will be taken up by documenting my experience. Maybe I could make some time on the weekends, if we don’t have meets-

It’ll be worth every penny to be close to you.

The money we have will be better spent on new furniture for this place. Just look around. She stood behind him and put her long arms over his shoulders, rubbing his chest. You’d go to all that trouble for little old me?

He stood and took her in his arms, clutching her thin, fit body against his. Any day of the week. And twice on Sundays. He