Everything encouraged his hopeful fantasies. She was there, working nearby, and so, practically, it would be possible for him to find an occasion to have sex with her. She was friendly and flattered at his attention when he chose to give it, recognizing as she did his special position on the plantation. The deciding factor was that for her age she had big fat titties, which were the only truly female thing to have authentic flesh attraction for Roman.

And so, inevitably, he brooded and sweated and planned, and finally managed to get Sallou into his room one hot afternoon in early May during those hours when nobody stirred about the main house. She had come to him after Myrtis had gone home for her rest. She had offered to finish up the dishes by herself, an offer Sharon was not about to question.

In Roman’s room, Sallou quickly took off her dress and stood naked before him, giggling, with her hands clenched together like a weapon before her crotch, as if ready to stun the balls of the horniest bull, if she were so minded. He took off his trousers but kept his shirt on, shy of her seeing his back. When he went to her and cautiously touched one of her breasts, his dick hardened and rose, and he felt proud and manly to be doing what he was doing. Making cups of his hands, he gently lifted both her breasts. Quiet now, she took his dick and balls into her hands. No one had ever touched them before, except during the infancy he did not remember, and he almost fainted with this newly discovered sensation. She skinned him back and then, since he made no move to take the next step, she began too roughly to masturbate him. When she felt him good and hard, she pushed herself against him, standing on tiptoe and stretching her legs open to push his dick into her. It had hardly touched her when he came. His ejaculation leaped like a fountain, and she stepped back from him as if threatened by vileness.

And she laughed. It had never happened with her like that before. In her innocence and wounded vanity, she laughed at him. Now his hands, spread open like a fan, screened his genitals. She watched him a minute as he stood there uncertainly, not knowing what to do. Presently she said, “It’s all over, I spect,” and threw her dress over her head, pulling it down matter-of-factly to fit her body. She smiled. “You got to learn some more before I come to you again, boy.”