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breast with her own leg, and rubbed his thick erection against the lips of her pussy.
    Merci’s tremors intensified as Chris bore down to his task. He found the slit between her lips and thrust hard with his hips.
    Merci’s mouth opened in startled pleasure. She couldn’t believe the shear girth of him. Her pussy tightened spastically around his length, still vibrating with her continuing climax. Chris howled with excitement and began to pump, bullying his way through her tightened circumference, the friction of his passage renewing her orgasm. She dug her fingernails into his white ass, encouraging him to thrust harder, faster, edging up his climax until molten fire filled her insides and triggered one last orgasm to meet his.

    “Wow,” Chris mumbled into the top of Merci’s head. “I guess I really owe Liv big time for this.”
    Merci heard Chris’ words through the fog of half-sleep but didn’t fully comprehend them. “Owe her for what?”
     “For introducing us,” Chris said. “It’s seems funny now, but I never really thought Liv liked me before. She’s not an easy woman to get along with.”
    Merci felt her heart go cold with dread. Liv didn’t like Chris and Merci was suddenly afraid that Chris would learn why she had agreed to go out with him.
    “It’s my fault, I guess,” Chris mumbled. “It’s embarrassing, but I really didn’t remember.”
    “Remember what?” Merci asked, truly not understanding what he was talking about.
    “It’s what you asked me about at dinner. I really don’t remember how far we went.”
    Merci racked her brain until finally her sleepy mind started functioning again. “You don’t remember if you slept with Liv? Oh my God, everything makes sense now!”
    “It’s terrible,” Chris agreed, “but I got really, really drunk at a party a few years ago. Apparently Liv and I hooked up afterwards and she got very angry when I didn’t call her the next day. But that was nothing to how furious she got when she realized I didn’t know what she was talking about. I just honestly didn’t remember anything. I guess Liv has finally forgiven me.”
    Chris’ words explained so much that Merci had never understood. He’d given Liv the ultimate insult—not remembering their night together—and Liv really was too proud to ever forgive Chris for that transgression. Merci would have to tell him or next time Liv might get her revenge.
    “She hasn’t forgiven you, Chris.”
    “What?”
    “Do you know why she suggested I date you tonight?”
    Chris hesitated for a moment before admitting that he did not.
    “Liv had just had a one night stand with a black man and she was talking about a difference she’d noticed between his dick and white ones.”
    “I don’t understand.”
    “Neither did I at first,” Merci admitted. “Apparently most black men keep their size all the time and just get really, really hard when they’re erect. Most white cocks get small when they’re soft and then grow maybe three or four times their length as they harden. Liv told me this and I didn’t believe her. Anyway, Liv set up this evening to prove her point.”
    Chris sat up beside Merci, half spilling her on to the floor. “You went out with me to see how much my dick grows during an erection?”
    Merci sat up beside him. “When you say it like that it sounds bad, but the truth is even worse. Liv wanted me to get you to expose yourself—get you all turned on so I could see the size of your erection—then pretend to be frightened by your size and kick you out unsatisfied.”
    “What?” Chris asked. The expression on his face would be comical if the situation wasn’t so serious.
    “She wanted you hurt—embarrassed—feeling ashamed of your body,” Merci said. She didn’t tack on the obvious ending: like you made her feel.
    “And you were going to do this?” Chris’ indignation hurt Merci even though it was justified.
    “I don’t know. I’d been drinking. I don’t really