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   "Confronting Lies"

   by

   Javahead

   I'm not a man who makes a lot of close friends.

   It's not that I'm hostile; I'm friendly with almost everyone.

   It's just that I don't easily get *close* to anyone.  Perhaps

   because of that, the few that I *do* feel comfortable with as

   close as family.

   I'm not sure what it takes to make the transition from friendly

   coworker to *friend*, but Tod had it.  Perhaps it was his quirky

   sense of humor.  Perhaps it was his outside interests - it's rare

   to find someone else who enjoys both reading and working out as

   much as I do.  It might have been he was the only person who

   knows more dirty limericks and bad puns than I do.  All I'm

   really sure of was that by the time we had been working together

   for a couple of months, we felt close enough that when I invited

   him to bring his wife over for dinner at our house, his only

   question was "When?"

   *****************************************************************

   Before inviting them, of course, I'd cleared it with Nita.  The

   husband who springs unexpected guests on his wife deserves all

   the grief that he gets - and if I appreciate friends, I treasure

   my wife.  Considering all the visible differences we have, it's

   amazing that we ever talked long enough to find how much we have

   in common.  I'm a country boy, raised on a farm; she's a big city

   girl.  I tend to be a bit of an extrovert - I may not make close

   friends easily, but I'll talk with *anyone*; she's much more

   reserved.  My sense of humor tends to bad puns; she's prone to

   straight-faced tall tales.  I'm medium-tall; she's *tiny* "petite"
sounds too big.  And I'm white, raised in farm country,

   while she's Chinese, Hong Kong born and raised.

   The funny thing is, despite all the external differences, we have

   far more in common.  Our values, our interests, our long term

   goals, even little things like our taste in music (well, all

   right, I just *tolerate* Chinese opera) and restaurants just

   *clicked*, somehow.  Getting married felt, for both of us, like

   regaining our long-lost other half.

   Living on the West Coast, interracial marriages are no big thing;

   still, you meet enough of the Totally Clueless (like the guy who

   asked me if it was true that "oriental pussy goes side to side" bleh)
that you learn to root that kind of stupidity out of your

   own mind.  My brother once cracked that our circle of friends

   resembles the United Nations - except we get along better.

   With this kind of background, I hadn't though to tell Nita

   anything other than I had a new friend that I wanted to invite

   over.  Mentioning that he was black seemed irrelevant.

   Tod and Carol showed up right on time.  I hadn't met her before,

   but I was immediately struck by how *right* the two of them

   looked together.  It wasn't their physical similarities - though

   she was as tall, as broad shouldered, and probably as heavy as he

   was.  Rather, it was they way they moved; you could tell that

   they didn't have to stop and think about what the other would do

   - they *knew*.  Even before I was introduced, I could tell we

   would all get along.

   At least, I thought that until I turned around.  Normally, Nita

   is moving immediately, trying to make guests as comfortable as

   she can.  I wasn't prepared to find her staring stiffly at our

   guests.

   Of course, Tod seemed equally frozen, but he recovered first.

   "Nita?" His voice contained equal measures of pleasure and

   surprise.

   "Tod?" Hers seemed a bit more reticent at first, but warmed as

   she continued "It *is* Tod!  When Dave mentioned a new friend, I

   never even asked his name!"

   By now, they were both wearing delighted grins.  Carol and I

   exchanged a bewildered look - apparently, we were equally in the

   dark.  She asked the question ahead of me.  "You two *know* each

   other?"

   "We used to work together-"

   "We were friends.  He used to flirt with me-"

   He laughed.  "Flirt!  I asked you out!  I was *crushed* to learn

   you had a boyfriend!"

   She gave Carol an approving look.  "You seem to have got over it

   - she's *lovely*!"

   With that kind of icebreaker, the remaining tension melted.  By

   the time dinner was over, Carol and Nita were ganging up on us as

   if *they* were the long lost friends.

   *****************************************************************

   Over the next few months, we saw a lot of the other couple.  It

   turned out that both Tod and Carol enjoy hiking as much as Nita

   and I do, so we spent a lot of weekends exploring and picnicing

   in the local parks.

   Tod and I soon learned, to our sorrow, that our wives had a

   *very* similar sense of humor; ganging up to confound their

   husbands was not, unfortunately, a one-time thing.  Carol was as

   likely to call Nita and invite us over as we were to call them;

   before long, they made the move from "Dave's friend and his wife"

   to "our friends."

   Weekends, though, were all the free time any of us had.  Our

   company had introduced a new product line early in the year, so

   that spring, and most of summer, Tod and I were neck-deep in

   technical wrinkles to iron out.  We got our weekends free - and

   not all of them, by any means!  - at the expense of countless

   evenings at work.  We spent far more waking time together in the

   lab than either of us did with our wives.  It was late summer

   before things started to settle out.

   This kind of effort doesn't go unnoticed, fortunately.  We were

   always the first in and the last out.  Pretty soon, folks were

   calling us the Siamese Twins; after the hours started mounting up

   that shifted to the Java Brothers.  You *know* you've been

   working too hard when your *manager* tells you it's time for a

   vacation; I *was* a little surprised that he let both of us go at

   once, and with only a couple of weeks notice.

   *****************************************************************

   Though the timing was rather sudden, Tod and I had spent a lot of

   time talking about what we wanted to do when the dust settled

   out.  We both agreed that we wanted to get away from the city,

   away from people, and away from technology.  We had discussed

   going backpacking, or fishing, or possibly a river rafting trip when the
project was done, of course.  Being set free unexpectedly

   left us somewhat at a loss.

   Things seemed determined to work out, though.  The day after our

   boss proved that, despite rumors to the contrary, he *did* have a

   heart, my brother mentioned that a friend of his had a ski cabin

   near Lake Tahoe for rent, since he only used it in the winter.

   For those of you who don't live in California, the Tahoe area is

   one of the most beautiful places in the state - the world's

   largest alpine lake, surrounded by high mountains, dense forests,

   hiking trails and ski resorts.  The eastern part of the lake is

   in Nevada, and has a number of casinos, but despite that, most of

   the Tahoe basin is lovely.  Away from the casinos, it's even

   peaceful.  And summer is the quiet season.

   We jumped on the opportunity.  A message relayed through my

   brother confirmed that yes, it could accomodate two couples, yes,

   it was near hiking trails and fishing streams, and - best of all

   - yes, it was a mile or more from the nearest neighbor.  The

   price was the clincher.  We were going to Tahoe.

   Two weeks later, I pulled the van off the main road and headed

   away from the lake.  If Tod hadn't been navigating, I would have

   missed it - the road, though paved, seemed about a lane and a

   half wide.  After a couple of turns, it was easy to forget that

   we were only 10 minutes from town - except for the road, this was

   the Forest Primeval.  The air was clear, the trees were green,

   the sun was warm, and I was lost.  If there hadn't been a mailbox

   by the road, I would have gone on past; I could barely see the

   cabin through the trees.  I wondered briefly if the owner had his

   own snowplow, or just *loved* shoveling out a quarter mile of

   driveway.

   The cabin looked to be everything my brother had promised.  It

   sat in a small clearing in the woods.  Like many others we'd seen

   it was an "A" Frame chalet, with enough pitch to the roof that

   snow would slide off.  There was a small, covered porch in front,

   and what looked like a small deck in back.  If the interior was

   as nice as the outside, we would be roughing it in style, as well

   as privacy - Howard Hughes' idea of a country hideaway.  We got

   our bags and headed in.

   The interior *was* nice.  It was a single story, with the vaulted

   ceiling following the pitch of the roof.  It had a nice, if

   compact kitchen, and a huge stone fireplace in the living room.

   Sliding doors led out to the rear deck, with - unexpected bonus!

   - a hot tub.  The bathroom looked like a showroom display, while

   the bedroom boasted a pair of kingsized beds.

   Yeah.  Bedroom, singular.  Except for the bathroom, there wasn't

   an interior wall in the place.  A little exploring found that the

   sofa in the "living room" section could be opened up into a

   rather uncomfortable looking double bed, but even if one couple

   slept in there we'd have about as much privacy as a goldfish.  So

   much for an active sex life.  I wondered suspiciously if my

   brother knew; he'd think this was a *marvelous* joke.

   After a bit of groaning, we finished bringing our things in; it

   was a little late to change things now.  Nita, Carol, and I

   unpacked our ice chest into the refrigerator, and stocked the

   pantry shelves, while Tod headed out back to fill the hot tub and

   get it warming.

   By the time all the chores were done, it was getting dark; the

   ridge to the west ensured an early sunset.  Even though we had

   food, we were all too tired to want to cook.  We shelved

   discussion of who'd sleep where and headed into back into town.

   Three hours later, we were feeling considerably more cheerful.

   We'd had cocktails and a wonderful dinner.  Since I was driving,

   I'd had to reluctantly pass on wine with dinner, but Nita, Carol,

   and Tod had split a bottle, and looked much more relaxed.  Carol

   and Tod did, anyway - due to her smaller size the wine had hit

   Nita harder and she was *very* relaxed; not drunk, but certainly

   feeling it.  Since she's normally the sobersides in the group, we

   all teased her a bit.  She ignored us as haughtily as she could;

   she might have even carried it off if she could have kept from

   giggling.

   Back at the cabin, Carol announced that the rest of us could do

   what we liked, but *she* intended to spend the rest of the

   evening out in the hot tub working the travel stiffness out.  I

   was shocked to see Nita's face crumple up as if she was about to

   cry.

   "Nita?  What's wrong, dear?"

   "I didn't bring a suit!  I meant to get one in town, but I forgot.

   You all go ahead without me." She managed to look like an unhappy

   twelve year old.

   Carol's deep laugh startled her.  "Suit?  I don't have a suit,

   either.  Who needs a suit in a hot tub?"

   Nita followed us on out to the deck, but kept her back to the

   rest of us while she undressed.  Though it was hard to tell from

   behind, I suspected that she was blushing.  When she finally

   turned her head, I saw that I was right.  She took a look at the

   rest of us, blushed harder, and turned away again.  She reached

   for the pile of clothes she had just removed.

   Before she could untangle them, Carol had padded across and put

   an arm around her shoulder.  "Come on, sweety.  It's all right.

   Why are you so embarrassed?  Do you want me to ask Tod to look

   away?"

   Nita's reply was so low I could barely hear it.  "Why don't you

   *all* look away?  I feel like a little girl standing next to you.

   I'm so skinny, and you look so nice .  .  ."

   Carol gave her a sudden hug.  "Hon, I'd *kill* to have a figure

   like yours.  There's times I feel like an oversized cow!"

   Nita stared back.  Her voice held nothing but honest admiration.

   "But you've got a *beautiful* figure!"

   Tod's deep laugh cut them off.  "Listen to the pair of you!  Any

   man in his right mind would be happy to take either of you to

   bed, and you should know it!"

   He was right.  They were about as different as two women could

   be, but they were both lovely.  If anything, their contrasts

   enhanced their desirability.  I admired the picture the two made

   together.

   Nita is tiny, with a slender figure.  Her long hair hung down far

   enough in front to cover most of her breasts.  Despite her

   protests, though, the only part of her that would ever be

   mistaken for a little girl is her face - she usually looks like a

   mischievous twelve-year-old.  In the dim light her normally

   golden skin looked paler, almost bleached out.

   Carol almost towered over her; she is nearly a foot taller.  This

   was the first time I'd ever seen her wearing so little, and I was

   surprised by how small her waistline was; her big bones, broad

   shoulders and hips had misled me into thinking she was a touch

   overweight.  She keeps her hair cropped an inch or so from her

   scalp, like a dense velvet cap.  Combined with her stern features,

   she might not have been "pretty" but she was strikingly handsome.

   The same light that washed out Nita's skin turned Carol's dark

   brown into an almost matte black.  Irrelevantly, the thought

   crossed my mind that except for her color she'd have been perfect

   as one of Wagner's Valkyries.

   The tableau held for only a moment before they came to the tub;

   the air had turned nippy once the sun was down.  As short as

   their exposure had been, they were both shivering.  As they slid

   into the steaming water, Tod and I exchanged a guilty grin; we'd

   both been staring at their breasts.  Cold *does* have some

   interesting effects.

   Compared to the night air, the water felt almost uncomfortably

   hot for the first few minutes.  The tub would have been roomy

   enough for twice as many; the four of us made an arc at one end,

   gradually sinking deeper into the water as we adjusted to the

   heat.  At first, we were a little awkward, looking away from one

   another to avoid the appearance of staring, but that soon wore

   off too; it's downright silly not to look at the person you're

   talking to when they're only five feet away.  After a while we

   were teasing each other as much as we had been in the car.

   I was relieved; despite her earlier embarrassment, Nita seemed at

   ease.  Of course, she was small enough that unless she sat

   straight up, the water line was usually above her breasts.  She

   was comfortable enough that even a couple of mildly risque'

   compliments from Carol had her giggling madly rather than

   blushing - and responding back in kind.

   The teasing shifted from person to person.  For a while, Carol

   seemed to be the goat; then our wives ganged up on us and

   discussed our shortcomings with the language, if not the

   disinterest, of an Army draft board.  When Nita became the target

   again, she was blushing - but laughing out loud, too.  I was

   surprised when I saw her stiffen slightly.

   I ran the conversation back in my mind - it certainly didn't seem

   likely to upset her.  Tod was teasing her about her figure, but

   she had seemed able to handle that gracefully enough by now.

   He continued "if I'd known what I cute figure you had that summer

   we worked together, I'd have tried a lot harder to get a date.

   Too bad you were already going with this big lug."

   That seemed odd - Nita and I had started dating in October and

   she'd changed jobs a few months later, so he must mean the

   previous summer.  I wondered idly who she *had* been dating - she

   had been free enough when we met.  I glanced back at Nita,

   intending to tease her about it, but changed my mind when I saw

   her face.  Suddenly, she was blushing a deep crimson, and looking

   profoundly guilty.  I decided to ask her about it in private;

   perhaps it had been an affair she would prefer to forget.

   By now, Tod and Carol had noticed, too.  The conversation fell

   silent for a moment while we watched her, but before we could ask

   her what was wrong she took a deep breath and started to speak.

   "Tod?  Can you forgive me for something?" Her face reminded me of

   a 12 year old who had just broken a window, and she avoided

   looking at him directly.  "Do you remember when you asked me out?

   I, I lied to you.  I wasn't going with anyone else, but I didn't

   want to hurt your feelings."

   He gave a relieved chuckle.  "Is *that* all you've been worried

   about?  I might have been a bit disappointed at the time, but it

   was a lot nicer way of letting me down than telling me you

   weren't interested.  Most girls don't bother with being that

   nice."

   Instead of relieving her, she seemed even more embarrassed.  Her

   voice was almost a whisper.  "But that *would* have been a lie I was
interested.  I thought you were the most attractive man I'd

   met in a long time."

   He still seemed amused, but curious.  "So what *was* the problem?

   Did I have terminal body odor?"

   We had to strain to hear "You're Black." Her face turned even

   redder.  "I feel so guilty because I *wanted* to go out with you

   and was afraid of what people might say.  And I'd only been here

   a few months, and you were the first black I'd ever got to know,

   and there were these stories the US Navy was in port." She was

   twisting a strand of hair in her hand as she went on.  She

   wouldn't look at either of them.  "And now I know you both and I

   feel so *stupid*."

   Carol slid over and put an arm around her.  "Hon, hon, it's all

   right now.  We know how you feel.  I'm not hurt." She grinned,

   suddenly.  "Regretting you missed your chance at Tod?"

   Nita managed a shaky smile.  "Maybe a little .  .  .  I felt so

   bad saying no when he made me feel so *hot*." She managed an

   equally shaky laugh.

   Tod tried not to look insufferably smug, and nearly succeeded.

   "Hey, no problems now, Nita.  Give me a kiss and we'll call it

   all square."

   He leaned toward her to give her a token peck.  Instead, Nita

   slid into his lap and turned her face up.  After a startled

   pause, he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a firm kiss.

   She responded eagerly.  She's always been a good kisser, and she

   gave it her best.  They must have been short of breath when they

   broke the clinch.

   Carol raised an eyebrow.  Apparently, Tod *still* made Nita "hot"

   - her nipples had erected, and she was blushing again.  Of

   course, from the uncomfortable way that Tod adjusted his position

   it seemed likely he was grateful he had Nita's bottom to figleaf

   him.  When she slid off his lap, he slipped a little deeper into

   the water.

   "Did you two enjoy that?  That kiss would have *never* passed the

   movie censors." Though the words were scolding, Carol's tone was

   amused.

   She turned to me.  "Are you feeling as left out as I am?" Before

   I had time to reply, she sat down astride my knees, and leaned

   in.

   Kissing Carol was a memorable experience.  She is nearly as tall

   and strong as I am, and she hugged hard.  I tried to concentrate

   on the tongue duel and ignore the pair of large, firm breasts

   being crushed against my chest.  Embarrassingly, I went erect

   almost immediately, and I could feel my cock pressing hard

   against her belly.  I'm not sure whether I was relieved or

   reluctant when I felt her grip loosen.  She glanced down and gave

   me a devilish grin before she slid off my lap.  Now it was my turn

   to be glad that I had the water for a fig leaf.

   Neither one of us was prepared for a round of applause, though.

   Tod and Nita were both laughing hard, but he managed to point an

   accusing finger at us.

   In a mock-stern voice, he asked "Were you two *kissing* or

   *fucking* over there?  I couldn't tell."

   Carol laughed back.  "If I hadn't let go, it might of been both!

   He seems to . . .  appreciate a lady.  Want to trade, Neets?"

   Nita gave a delighted giggle.  "It's tempting .  .  .  No, I

   guess I'll keep the one I've got." She emphasized her point by

   sliding gracefully into my lap.  Carol laughed again, and sat

   down beside Tod.

   Paradoxically, that intense few minutes took most of the sexual

   charge out of the atmosphere.  Not entirely, of course - I was

   certainly still aware of Carol as a desirable woman - but it was

   reduced to a comfortable, background level.  We didn't speak

   much; the relaxed mood and the warm water had us all half-asleep.

   It must have been over an hour later before we finally mustered

   enough energy to get out.

   To a great degree, the relaxed mood lasted the entire week.

   During the days, we often left the cabin to hike, sightsee, or

   get supplies, but we still spent the bulk of our time around the

   cabin.

   With the warm days, privacy, and the amount we were in and out of

   the hot tub, clothes seemed silly unless necessary for

   protection.  I wish I had a picture of Nita and Carol making

   breakfast the first morning - total clothing, a barbeque apron

   each.  From the front, it was fairly modest, but from the rear...

   In a way, the casual nudity combined with the lack of privacy to

   keep the tension from building; there was none of the mystery and

   concealment that helps build an erotic edge.

   A couple of times, Nita or I would hear quiet lovemaking in the

   night; then again, we woke both of them once when we got a little

   too vocal.  Carol's imitation the next morning of Nita in the

   throes of orgasm was - *ahem* - screamingly funny.  Somehow,

   rather than being a strain, it just added to the feeling of

   casual closeness.  We were all sorry when our week ended.

   *****************************************************************

   Back at work, Tod and I were deluged once more, but we gradually

   dug our way out.  I think both of us were a little relieved that

   our working relationship remained unstrained.

   Nita and Carol's relationship *has* changed, a little; the two of

   them are *much* more likely to plan some sort of deviltry to

   spring on their husbands when we all get together.  It wouldn't

   be so bad if I could tell when they're joking, but Nita has

   Carol's deadpan delivery down perfectly these days.  Teasing her

   these days is *dangerous*.

   I've found out *how* dangerous the hard way.  A few nights ago, I

   made the mistake of teasing her about the time she kissed Tod.

   "Is he *that* good a kisser?  I halfway expected you to faint when

   he let you go.  You didn't seem in any hurry to get off his lap."

   "He was .  .  .  interested.  Enthusiastic.  And we're both lucky

   he's a gentleman."

   "What do you mean?"

   "If he hadn't pushed me away I'd have probably raped him then and

   there!"

   I *still* don't know if she was serious.

  
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