n-e-b-o-h- N.e.b.o.h. AKA Trystn Waller

Gabril, a young man plagued by odd daytime visions, finally settles down with a very special girl, although he wonders what loving might be like with a different skin tone. After some far-out dates, the help of a strange "collaborator," and his girl's sudden disappearance, Gabril will struggle with "the right thing" and decide which chick he wants in the end. ** Disclaimer: I posted this story as not for under 13 because the explicit content is more verbal than graphic. However, some language might be too inappropriate for certain readers, so please use your discretion.


Эротика 18+.

#selfishness #blood #dreams #visions #interracial #race #racerelations #dating #love #romance #offbeat #supernatural #mystic #cheating #betrayal #family #shortstory #fictionalworld
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One Gabril

His hand touches down cold onto her bare thigh. Ooh, icy! the thigh thinks; the hand is thinking, How malicious I am with all my jittery fingers! Some ultra-violent movie is playing on the big screen. It’s a weekday, and in this part of Literville people usually can't afford to skip paying jobs for midday leisure. Shica isn’t working right now -- neither is Gabril -- but it doesn’t stop her from letting his hand feel her chilled goosey skin (why do they keep the AC so high?!) The two aren’t exactly dating yet, so I’m hesitant to call them boy- and girlfriend. Well, we’ll get to that.

So, moving on, while his hand reaches further up her leg, Gabril can see that Shica is all his. Oddly enough her moans seem to sputter innocuously without bothering any other movie-goers. No sooner does Gabril feel on Shica’s thigh and graze her baby-maker when she prematurely erupts with tremulous passion and springs straight up. From the one other spectator’s view, a young lady’s shadow blocks the lower part of the big screen inside their cozy burrow of a world.

She lionizes this moment by groaning and spasmodically calls out, “Gabril! Yes, ooooooh!” with six o’s. She grabs for Gabril’s hair and ear and whatever she can find all while his fingers turn into little needles that percutaneously embed themselves into the vascular dimension of his momentary queen. Her palpitating descant flows through the air for a few seconds as Gabril impatiently stands with her. The movie’s Lead has just exploded the entire set, so to speak. It is an intense moment, one that neither will forget.

“HUH,” she huffs, eventually. “Let’s celebrate.”

“HUH,” now he huffs. “Ta where?” with his own made-up pronunciation. Gabril’s family comes from The Sando, a very poor and systemically broken part of town. Kysh, on the other hand, is a better place to find work (and a sidewalk not flooded with trash). Shica has learned to understand his jumbled tongue even though she's from Bridge, or, let's say well enough to accept an invite to the movies. They are both glistering in the darkness under angelic projector lights flickering across their brown skins; this from the view of the one other spectator.

“Welp,” Shica blurts. “To the beach!”

Gabril squints from her sound.

“Why? So we can finsh havin’ sex?”

But she squawks with laughter.

“My sexual needs are fulfilled ... For now, at least.”

Gabril nods, disappointed since all he got out of it was a wet finger.

“I think you came quicker than I do, and you can — no lie — just touch me and I’ll--”

“No one wants to hear about your sex problems.” I actually would like to tell you, but Shica cuts me off and says, “Take me to the beach. You’re my new boyfriend.”

Well, there it is.

Gabril laughs nervously because he’s not sure if he likes Shica in "that way." In fact, he’s not sure if he likes any girl enough to tie down, let alone a dark one like her. But it's all he knows.

“So, you’ll jus' tell me that I am, huh? I have no choice?”

“No, boy, you don’t. You’re the only person I know that makes me feel … Well, I’ll tell you later. But you’re already my lover, an' we hang out all the time. Don’t you wanna be more than just a fuck boy?”

“I don’ see why not.”

He starts noticing her most beautiful qualities in the low light, strangely.

“What does that mean?”

The credits start to roll down the screen.

“It means if you take me to the beach, I agree.”

“It’s nothin'. I’ll do anything to be with you,” she says and sighs, relieved.

Now, with both of them standing in front of the screen and Gabril’s hand halfway into Shica’s blue shorts, the lights suddenly pour over the room to invade their moment’s privacy.

“I need you in my universe.”

She cups her hand on his buttcheeks as his immediate reaction is to cup hers right back. Then they both laugh at their own weirdness.

“Excellent show! Nice and red with all the blood and the stained linens of life. Meine Maria, good show!” [My Mary]

They look at the one other spectator.

“What the hell is he talkin’ about? Can he see’s? Are es eyes even open?” Gabril ponders one question after the other as hundreds of strangers' names run down. “‘Cuse me, sir, did you see--”

“The explosion? Oh, yeah! Great show, Mr. and Mrs. Cheeky! Very good way with words you both have, although the man could be more eloquent. How do you afford a movie in the middle of the week and still speak so cracked up? But, Jungfrau! the show. What beauty and gore in such a simultaneous flow. Just marvelously carnal.” [Virgin!]

“Helliz he talkin’ about?” Gabril asks on the verge of doing something about it.

“Take me to the beach, won’t you baby?”

Shica's eyes grow impatient.

“To the beach! And you payin’ my fare.”

He raises his hands triumphantly while she takes advantage and steals a hug from his midsection. He grins against the stuffy air and looks down at her, rubbing his lips on her nose. “To the beach.”

“Do the right thing!”

The single spectator voice resounds a direct order at Gabril as they waddle toward the exit. They look back at him, exuberant.

“I will … Don’ you worry ‘bout it, son,” Gabril responds. Then they leave. Outside the air is a hot and mucky mess.

SHWEEP. She whistles at Gabril.

“Train station’s this way, young man.”

Then she sneezes.

“Bless you. I’m ‘ot that young, anyway. It’s a miracle really dat I’m alive now. To be my age … From The Sando! It’s a damn miracle. Mos' men my’ge are dead now.”

“You can’t be that old.”

She tosses away his statement by hand.

“I’m old, too,” he says.

“What? Seventeen? I’m not gonna believe you from this point on.”

Shica lies to him, boldly, then she catches Gabril yawning.

“Tired?”

“Yeah, your yawnin’ is {he yawns again} contagious. {I didn’t yawn, I sneezed, she corrects him} You ever been with a light dude?”

“Funny segue. Why?”

“Was just wondrin’ if it was a diffrince. I donnow, I guess cus they lighter, it seems like they'd be more evolved or something. Like they got somethin' we don't. I always thought ‘bout bein’ with a light girl--”

“Ha! So sorry, since I guess you'll never know. You okay?”

She notices he’s gone a little space-faced.

“I’m good. Just remembered I got some applications I gotta send in today.”

“That’s cool. I have to see the doctor today, anyway. Meet me at the Square tomorrow? Maybe I’ll buy you a hat,” she teases. “Okay?”

She kisses his Adam’s apple, then he walks away almost perfectly. But she calls out, “And quit thinking about those light girls. It’s all the same!” while she grabs her crotch. He cringes playfully and nods.

Gabril looks out for a taxi while he imagines any potential "difference." He’s never been with a light girl before, and the thought of it sort of excites him. Was it really all the same? Or could light skin be better? She said she hasn’t been with a light guy, but he wonders if she had lied just like how he had lied and said that he'd stop thinking about it. He doesn’t like that feeling; thinking that a woman is a liar. It’s scary, or at least to him it is. At this point in his life, he’s forgetting not to say things that he himself doesn't want to hear.


****


Gabril sits down. He is in a library, or that’s what it feels like. A dream. He begins to read. He looks up. He smiles to see the luminous star that pulls the Earth. He looks back down. He reads a little more. Gabril isn’t smart — or so is said by most people — but still, he loves to read. The library caves in on itself as an earthquake erupts from the floor. Oh, wait, that was in a dream.



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