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The Color of Right

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Black White- What Difference Does it Make?


Before my experience with Davida in that Dallas hotel, I had a girlfriend in high school named Joanna, whom I honestly and truly loved. She introduced me into the Furry fandom. (She was already a member) and we remained together from 2003 to my graduation in 2006. There was one problem- I was white and she was black and the high school we attended was divided among lines of race. In a way, we were double outcasts- Furries and an interracial couple, at that. Nobody in the school, save for us, thought that we should have been together.

But one day all those divisions disappeared completely in an unused auxiliary room at the high school. The event occurred in May 2006, a month before my graduation. We must have had the worst senior-itis, just waiting for the school year to end. We were seated next to each other with nothing better to do when she suggested that we 'try to find a secret place'. We walked through the halls until we found a small windowless room originally used to keep the students with emotional issues from hurting other students. I thought that we were going to kiss a few times, maybe some wrestling but I got more than I bargained for.

'You know I love you. I can't wait to leave high school so nobody would stare at us and mock us when we walk holding each other's hands,' Joanna said passionately.

'I love you too, Jo and I feel the exact same way you do,' as I hugged and kissed her.

'In a perfect world, we would be able to live and grow old together, never mind what anyone says. In the meantime, we can give each other the pleasure we would have as a married couple,' she responded.

At that Joanna had her skirt and underwear around her ankles and she motioned me to strip halfway. She grabbed my member as I wrapped my fingers around her clitoris and we engaged in mutual masturbation. When I looked in Joanna's eyes, I could see the love, warmth, and trust that transcends all races. We worked each other to orgasm simultaneously, the explosions we felt were as messy as they were wonderful. I moved a bookshelf over the wet spots that resulted from both of us coming at once.

While we would end up going to different colleges, I felt wanted, desired, and loved; that afternoon was the happiest day of my life. Love (and a shared interest) can conquer any superficial difference.



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