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The Only Rules That Matter: Bloodlines (Corsair&Madam Mim)

"Cinammon, huh?" Jack ran his tongue over her lios, just teasing her clit, and her hips arched against his mouth. "I'd have guessed vanilla myself, you bein' such a sweet little white girl." His hands were dark against her skin as he slid them over her inner thighs, opening her to him. "But you're damn hot, too," he added, running his tongue over her again. "Like a ghist pepper. Hot enough to burn, but you want more."

The mattress shifted and rippled as she thrashed beneath his mouth. His lios sucked and tugged at her clit before his tongue filled her, tasting her inner walls. He lapped at her like that, moaning into her pussy and sucking greedily. Then he moved, two long fingers replacing his tongue and thrusting in and out as he kissed her clit once more. "Damn, baby," he gasped, flicking the sensitive flesh with his tongue.

There was a gentle sucking sound as he withdrew his fingers. He brought them to her mouth, smearing her sticky fluids on her lips before kissing her hungrily. His tongue was full of her flavor as he explored her, and the feel of her ripe, soft boy beneath his made him hungrier.

Pushing up on one arm, he stared down at her as he reachd down and wrapped his fist around his cock. Shifting a little, stroking himself as he did, he rubbed the thick head over her dripping slit. Then he pressed in, stopping when her pussy was stretched around his head. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, "you weren't kidding 'bout being ready."
 
May opened her mouth and tried to say something, anything, but found that she couldn't. The only sound that came out was a mewling moan as she pressed her fingertips to his scalp, trying to grasp at hair that wasn't there. Her heels pressed into the shifting mattress, creating more waves as his fingers slid in and out of her warm, wet cunt and he kissed her clit. When Jack brought his fingers to her mouth she sucked on his fingertips briefly before he followed and kissed her hungrily. Her moan was muffled by their kiss and she pressed her thighs against his ribs as his tongue pressed into her mouth.

"Oh God!" May gasped when Jack rubbed his head over her slit then pressed in just a little. He groaned and she gripped his shoulders. If that was just the head...

"More," she begged, pressing her hips up slowly, his thick cock stretching her pussy around it when she did. She took it easily enough for now, but his girth still caused her to gasp even as she moaned.
 
"More," May begged, arching her hips into him. In the mirrors, a million reflected Mays gasped as she took his thick cock deeper. The sight of her small white body stretching around him, swallowing his shaft, was ocerwhelming. Closing his eyes for a moment, Jack concentrated on the feel of her slick walls slipping over him.

"You know it, baby," he grunted, rocking his hips forward with a slow deliberate motion. He gasped as he felt his head bump into her cervix, then opened his eyes. Grinning, he reared up and gripped her hips. Another slow, powerful thrust bottemed him out, balls against her ass as his head pushed through into her womb. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped, staring adown at her wide round eyes and open mouth. "You like that, don't you?"

He began rocking his hips, moving her whole body with each powerful thrust. "Ain't never had nothing like this, have you? Like itt, don't you? Tight little white girl, taking this big old dick like that." His hands moved on her hips, pulling her into each deep thrust, and a million reflected Mays arched their backs and spread their legs wider for him. "That's it, baby," he groaned, revelling in the feel of her slick grip on his cock. "Take that cock. Show me how much you want this big black dick."
 
May bit her lip as Jack pushed his thick shaft deeper inside her, rocking his hips slowly and deliberately. She worried briefly that she wouldn't be able to take all of him, but that worry--and any other coherent thoughts she may have had--shattered as he leaned back and gripped her hips, then pressed through her cervix. Her eyes went wide and her mouth dropped open, but the only vocalization she was able to make was a surprised gasp. The little redhead's eyes watered and her slick walls clenched in protest. No one had ever done anything like this to her--though in honesty she wasn't entirely certain at the moment what "this" was--and despite the pain she found it pleasurable in its own, different way. Max liked to play with pain, so that part wasn't new; only the type of discomfort.

"Ain't never had nothing like this, have you?" Jack grunted, thrusting into her. May shook her head, still having a little trouble finding her words through her clenched throat. "You like it, don't you? Tight little white girl, taking this big old dick like that."

"Yes!" she managed to gasp, arching her back when he pulled at her hips with each thrust. Her legs spread wider and her hands crawled up his arms to grip his biceps. From her vantage point she could see in the ceiling mirror the way his powerful shoulders moved under his skin as he pulled her, his dark length as it slid between her creamy white petals, the contrast between her hands and his muscular arms. Her nails bit into his skin as she came closer to release, almost afraid of what it would feel like with someone so enormous, so deep inside her...but more aroused than afraid. "God Jack...I'm...oohhh God...I'm close..." It hadn't taken her long, but who could blame her?
 
"I don't want you close, baby," Jack rumbled, thrusting into May again. "You feel so fucking good on my dick. God, so fucking tight on me. I wanna feel you cumming on me." He pulled out until just his head was in her, then drove back in hard enough to make the waterbed bounce and ripple beneath her. "Wanna feel you cumming hard on this dick while I fuck you."

God, she looked fine beneath him - all pale skin with a slight flush of red, with those fine tits bouncing as he slammed into her. Felt fine too. Slick and tight on his cock, sexy legs gripping his hips and hands on his arms. He glanced right, watching the mirror Mays arch their backs and moan in pleasure as he drove into her again, watched her cunt stretch on his dick and leave it glistening as he pulled back again.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned, muscles rippling under his skin as he dragged her back over his cock again. "Getting... getting close... fuck, you're tight!" He buried himself deep, continuing to fuck deep into her now. "Gonna... gonna fuck my... my cum... into you..." Damn, he was close! He hadn't gotten laid since the medivac, and niw he was balls deep in this fine white girl begging for his cock. "Fuck! I'm gonna... gonna...fuck!"

Jack threw his head back as he shouted the word, slamming into May ince more. He felt his cock pulse as his whole body went rigid for a moment, cum erupting into her depths. All he could do was keep thrusting, gasping and swearing in pleasure as he empted himself into her. Finally, gasping with exertion and dripping with sweat, he stared down at May. "So..." he managed with a weak, cocky grin. "Was it good for you?"
 
Words were a lost mystery to her. May shrieked in pleasure when Jack drove hard into her, leaving her body undulating with the waves of the bed and her back arching off of it. Her thighs gripped his hips and she wrapped her legs around him, crossing her ankles at the small of his back as he fucked her hard enough to make her briefly worry about the structural integrity of the bed. She reveled in his strength and control over her as he gripped her hips to pull her down on his cock and use her. He moaned that he was getting close, but she missed that. May cried out at the top of her voice as her slick walls clenched and pulsed around his cock just as Jack shouted and tensed. Her fingers scrabbled at his arms as he fucked her through his orgasm, trying to find purchase to brace her against the smaller shockwaves of pleasure wracking her body.

"So..." Jack managed with a weak, cocky grin. "Was it good for you?"

"Ha..." May found herself only able to make unintelligible noises for the moment. Her scalp and hands and toes tingled, and her head and arms felt heavy. She had all but collapsed underneath him and wasn't able to do much of anything as her senses and movement came back to her. "Jack..." she finally managed to gasp, chest still heaving. "Oh my god Jack..."
 
Arms shaking a little, Jack leaned down and kissed May in a lazy fashion. "Damn," he breathed. "My nane sounds good in your mouth. Bout as good as my dick felt there." One dark hand explored her flesh, gliding easily on the sheen of sweat that coated her, and he grinned as he squeezed one soft breast. "But you didn't answer my question, baby. It's enough to give a man a complex."

His hands slid under her back, gripping her shoulders. Then he leaned back, lifting her up so she was straddling his thighs. His thick dick, still buried in her, throbbed as her weight drover her onto him. "So here's what I'm gonna do, May," he grinned, arms flexing as he began fucking her and down up his semi-hard shaft. "I'm gonna fuck you till I know forca damn fact that it was good for you."

Squeezing her ass with his hands, he let her lean back so he could taste her breasts. "Got some nice tits, baby," he groaned, voice indistinct as he sucked at one nipple. "Fine fucking rack on a fine, tight body." He groaned at the feel of her slick cunt sliding up and down his hardening shaft. "Sure you ain't never fucjed a brother before?" he laughed, pullung her body against his once more. "Cause you're taking this dick like a pro. Like it, don't you? You like getting your white cunt stuffed full of thick black cock, don't you?"
 
"M...sorry..." May gasped when Jack teasingly declared that not verbally confirming exactly how good it had been for her was going to give him a complex. "Was focused...on...breathing..."

But he didn't give her a chance to tell him in her stilted way that it had been incredible. She cried out in that weird sort of pleasured pain of a sensitive clit after an orgasm and gripped his shoulders even as his dick buried inside her. May bit her lip as he moved her up and down his throbbing, hardening shaft and buried his face in her breasts. She groaned and her hands slid from his shoulders up his neck, over his head to try and seek purchase in hair where there was none. She weakly tried to assist in moving her body, but her legs were still weak and shaky.

"I love it," she moaned, leaning back and letting her head hang. "Never fucked a brother but god do I love it!" With some effort she pulled her head up and leaned in to kiss him deeply, moaning against his lips as he moved her body up and down his thick, throbbing cock. "You got some stamina, baby," she giggled, nibbling at his lip. She'd recovered enough to form complete thoughts, but still struggled with actual movement.
 
"Oh you do, do you?" Jack grinned as she giggled. "Like that stamina, hm?". He leaned forward, catching her lower lip with his mouth and pulling her in for a kiss. "I'm not convinced. See..."

He lifted her up and off his dick, then turned her and braced her against the headboard. His muscled figure looked over her in the mirror, hands dark on her pale body as he explored her stomach and cupped a full breast. "See," he continued, rubbing his cum-slick cock against her ass, "there's that other white chick there. He nodded, licking his lips as he stared at her - at both of them - in the mirror. "That one. I bet she thinks she got fucked better."

Gently he pushed her forward, dick sliding over her until his head pressed against her dripping pussy. "What do you think?". Slick and full if cum, she opened easily as he pushed his thick length back into her, and he groaned at how good she felt as she clenched around him. "Can you fuck the big black dick better than she can, baby?"
 
May frowned and intended to whine when he lifted her up and off of him, but then he turned her onto her stomach. The mirror set into the headboard of the waterbed was what had inspired the mirror on the ceiling, and she'd already had the full-length one for dressing, anyway. Her arms and thighs shook as she struggled to stay up while Jack leaned over her, his dark hands exploring her pale body. May licked her lips, but her eyes went wide as dinner plates briefly when she felt his cock against her ass. Of course she'd taken it in the ass before: pleasure was the path to enlightenment, and Max and some of the others occasionally sought enlightenment in less traditional orifices. But Jack's enormous cock? No, not yet. Not without a lot of preparation.

But he gently pushed her forward and challenged her to fuck him better than the girl in the mirror. May grinned, then moaned as he pushed back into her. "I dunno..." she teased back. "She thinks she got fucked pretty good..." She gasped at the way he felt inside her, the way he filled her, and hung her head for a moment as she tried to gather herself before pressing her hips back, taking him deeper inside of her. "Oh God...Jaaack...!"
 
"Only pretty good, huh?". Jack grinned broadly, his dark hands exploring her back as he watched her expression in the mirror. "Pretty good. I can do better than that." Then his eyes glazed over with pleasure as May pushed back, swallowing more of his dick with her sweet, slick cunt. "Fuck, baby. You sure can. Fuck, yeah.". He pushed forward, meeting her as she slid back on him again, then reached forward. One hand twisted in her long hair as he tugged, slowly and firmly, pulling her head up.

Fuck, she looked good like that - back a little arched, staring at herself in the mirror. "I want you watching," he grinned, tugging on her hair with each thrust. "Watch that sexy white girl, all full of a big black dick. Fuckin' loves it, don't she?". He thrust again, tugging on her hair, the hand on her hip lightly slapping her ass. "I do," he groaned. "Jesus fuck, you feel good on me. Wet and tight and fucking hot."

Releasing her hair, he ran his hands down her throat and up her side, the under her body to cup her heavy breasts. His back chest rested on her back, and his lips traced her shoulder. "Why don't you show that white girl there in the mirror how good this thick black dick is,hm?". His teeth scraped her skin "Show her how to get a man off."
 
"Oh fuck yeah she does," May moaned her agreement to how much she loved his dick. Her breasts swung and bounced as he thrust into her and tugged on her hair. It was uncomfortable for her neck at that angle and put an edge on the pleasure that she didn't like, but she didn't say anything. She was showing Jack the path to enlightenment, to spiritual peace and a life worth living; how disappointed would Max have been if she'd jeopardized that for her own comfort. She jumped a little when he slapped her ass and grinned at the mirror. "Mmmm you like that baby?"

"I do," Jack groaned. "Jesus fuck, you feel good on me. Wet and tight and fucking hot."

May nearly sighed in relief when he released her hair and stretched her neck subtly as he ran his hands up and down her body, leaning over her. When he commanded her to show the girl in the mirror how to get a man off she grinned lasciviously. "Well there's more than one way to do that, isn't there baby?"

Carefully, May slid herself off of Jack's throbbing cock and twisted rather athletically until most of her body was out from underneath Jack and she was laying on her back somewhere in the vicinity of his hips. She ran her tongue up his thick length several times before pressing her breasts up around his cock. She moaned as she moved beneath him, moving her breasts up and down his shaft, before taking what was left into her mouth. Even with her breasts around him she felt his head press the back of her throat as she eagerly swallowed the remainder.
 
"Oh fuck baby," Jack groaned, watching his slick dark cock disappear between May's breasts and into her mouth. "Fuck, yeah baby. Like that. Oh Jesus, baby, suck my dick like that!". Goddamn, she was good at that - the way her tongue moved on his shaft and her throat gripped his head. And her tits felt amazing around him, good enough that he cupped them and squeezed them a little tighter around his dick, his hands a hard dark contrast to their milky softness. "Such a sweet little mouth you got, baby."

Fuck. He'd been around, sure, but he'd never been with a woman like this. Not some sweet little thing who fucked like a chick in a porno. Jack moaned again, staring at her reflection in the ceiling as he fucked her tits and she sucked him like a pro. God, watching her red lips swallow him... "Oh, fuck baby. I'm close. God, I'm close." He released her breasts, reaching up to cradle her face in his hand as he thrust into her mouth. "Ah, fuck May. I'm... I'm close..."

He hadn't realized just how close, though. She smiled around his cock and sucked harder, and suddenly his balls tightened and he shouted a hoarse cry as he erupted into her throat. Cum dribbled from her lips and coated his cock, dripping onto her throat and tits as he grunted and gasped and bucked his hips.

"Ah, God baby," he groaned as he began to finally relax. "Fuck. You haven't gotten off, yet." Shaking, he managed to climb off her and flop down beside her, bed sloshing and rocking as he hit the mattress. "So," he said, using a finger to draw a pattern on her breast with his cum. "You wanna sit on my face, now? Or should I get you off with my hands?"
 
May grinned around his length as Jack gasped that he was close, then sucked harder and gripped his hips. His cum took her by surprise and she choked for a moment but then swallowed what she could before he pulled out and emptied the rest of himself onto her throat and breasts. Still smiling she gently slid her hand up and down his dick, holding it while she licked it clean. Feminine enlightenment and spirituality, after all, could only be found with enough yang to balance out her yin chi. Max had told her that she had a lot of yin chi, so she would need all the yang chi he and other men could give her to reach spiritual completion. Yin and Yang craved balance, after all. She wondered as Jack collapsed next to her whether she'd done well enough; he was awfully masculine, after all.

"I came baby," she assured him, panting, "earlier, remember? Couldn't hardly move." She took the finger drawing patterns in the cum on her skin and sucked on it gently until it was clean. "Besides, I think I need a couple minutes to catch my breath. That was an awful lot of cookies I ate..." And the weed had made her feel dizzy, as though the bed were spinning while it undulated gently beneath her. May smiled at their entangled reflections in the mirror. "You're a pretty good roommate, y'know. I think this'll work out for both of us."
 
"I think it will at that," Jack agreed, yawning.

Damn, but this escalated fast. This morning - had it just been this morning? - he'd been answering an ad in the paper, hoping for a room to crash in. One that didn't mind a black man. Yeah, sure, the chick he'd talked to on the phone had sounded cool, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. He sure as hell hadn't expected her to be as hot as she was, or to end up fucking her brains out, or to have her snuggling up against him afterwards. White women just didn't do that sort of thing. And yet, here May was.

Fuck. Maybe it was the weed? It sure left him feeling dizzy, although that might just be exhaustion. "Don't worry about the cookies, baby," he chuckled sleepily. "I reckon you done worked them off..." He stared up at the ceiling mirror, enjoying the sight. She looked damn good, after all. All pale and rounded, tangled up with his dark limbs. "Damn, I think I'm falling asleep," he yawned again, blinking rapidly as he felt his limbs growing heavier. "You want me to get up?"

In seeming response, she curled tighter into him. He chuckled, then let himself drift off. Yeah. He could get used to this arrangement.
 
"Damn, I think I'm falling asleep," Jack yawned.

"Mm?" May was already halfway there.

"You want me to get up?"

She curled up tighter around him. "Mmmm!" she protested crankily. He was warm and strong, and ever so comfortable. She could get used to falling asleep with him, if that was something he wanted.

The following afternoon May returned from work around one, quickly changing from her uniform--a powder blue dress with a white apron--into something much more typical for the free spirit. "You're still comin' to the peace rally, right?" she confirmed with Jack as she came bustling through the living room down the hallway, shedding clothes as she went. A conversation about what exactly they were hadn't happened, and May didn't plan for it to. It didn't matter what they were. Labels were for soup cans, not people or relationships. "It's already started, but it hasn't for long. Lotsa folks don't show up for the first hour or two anyway."

For the warm day May decided on a gauzy, nearly see-through top that slouched off of her shoulders and a tiny pair of Daisy Dukes. If she wasn't allowed to go around naked in public--she'd been arrested for that once already--then she was determined to get as near to it as possible. "The bus would get us there a lot faster than walking," she suggested as she sat on the couch to pull on a worn old pair of cowboy boots.

On the way to the bus May ignored the stares they received as she skipped along at Jack's side. Again she ignored them when they paid their bus fare and she followed Jack to the back of the crowded bus. With very few seats left, May decided that sitting in Jack's lap would make sure that someone else could have the seat she would have taken up. It didn't occur to her, or bother her, that she was the only white person in this part of the bus. She was the only white person in her neighborhood, after all, and nobody seemed to mind.
 
It had been a busy day. May had been up and getting ready for work by the time he'd woken up, disoriented and wondering where the hell he was and staring at his reflection on the damn ceiling. He'd been having some sort of dream about Nam, hazy and not quite a nightmare thanks to good sex and good weed, but it had taken a minute to work out that he was back in the World. And then longer to remember where he'd put his fake foot. By then, May had blown him a kiss and headed out the door. So he'd taken a hot shower (bracing himself against the wall so he could wash his stump) with some sort of girly-smelling soap, then gotten dressed and made himself breakfast.

Registration for classes wasn't until Monday, so he had a little time to kill. Searching through his duffel bag for something kind of civilian-looking, he'd settled on a white t-shirt and some jeans and his combat boots. Not stylish, not at all. He'd need some new threads, and soon. But not until he found himself some work, because his savings had to last until then. So he shaved and drank another mug of coffee, then headed out to explore the neighborhood - limping a little, because his stump was aching. "Weather must be changing," he figured.

Swinging by the diner, he confirmed that May was off at one. So, around noon, he headed back to the apartment to make lunch. Banh chung chien, more or less, because they'd gotten fucking distracted last night. By the time May arrived, tossing clothes left and right as she blew through the living room like a foxy blonde tornado, everything was ready. "You're still comin' to the peace rally, right?" she called from the bedroom.

"Yeah, sure," he called back, shrugging. Honestly, he didn't really care. Right now, he was torn between the idea of eating lunch and following her on back and eating her instead.

"It's already started," she declared, flouncing back into the living room in a filmy top and tiny shorts that were barely clothes, "but it hasn't for long. Lotsa folks don't show up for the first hour or two anyway."

"From what I seen on the news," Jack replied, biting into a rice cake, "they sorta go all day anyway." Loading up a plate with the rice dish, he carried it out into the living room and dropped it in front of her. "Ain't far, is it? The therapist says I need to walk a bunch every day, to get used to the foot, but I had enough of marching in the Army."

May stretched one long, shapely leg out as she pulled on a cowboy boot. The flashy kind that city folk liked, not the kind of boots real cowboys he knew wore when working. "The bus would get us there a lot faster than walking."

"Sounds good," Jack nodded. "Let's do it."


The bus was not what he'd expected. After a couple of tours in Nam, he'd sort of expected it to be stuffed full of squabbling Gooks and livestock, with a few GIs crammed against the windows. Sure this one was probably considered crowded, what with nearly all the seats full, but it was nothing compared to the ones he'd ridden to go into Saigon on leave. And the funny thing was, everyone there looked like him. Everyone, even the bus driver, was black. Everyone but May. She got some stares as they pushed back towards the few open spaces in the back, some of them because she was a fine piece of ass and some of them because she was white.

He got a couple of curious looks as well, but nothing like the attention she attracted. Not until after he got seated, anyway. He shifted around, pressing against the window to give her a little more room to sit, and then she plopped right down on his lap. If they'd been back at the apartment he wouldn't have minded - her ass was fine and tight, after all, and even if they hadn't talked about what they were beyond roommates he was pretty sure she'd be all about fucking again. But... "Damn, girl," he whispered as they attracted more attention. "You trying to cause trouble?"

"Whore," a voice muttered somewhere.

"Fuckin' oreo," another murmured.

Aw, shit, Jack thought, looking around. And now it starts.
 
"Lunch was delicious by the way," May said over her shoulder as she led the way toward the back of the bus. "Think I'll keep you around for a little while." She smile and winked and let him sit first when they found a seat before sliding in and sitting on his lap.

"Damn, girl," Jack whispered as they attracted more attention. "You trying to cause trouble?"

A rare frown creased May's features. "What do you mean?" she whispered back. "I figured it was crowded as is. I don't mind sitting here if you don't, so that way someone else can have my seat." Words like 'whore' and 'Oreo' and 'honky,' along with other terms, some May knew the meaning of and some she didn't. Pink tinged her freckled cheeks and she pushed a bit of hair out of her face, opting to stare out the window instead of facing the people hurling slurs at her. "Rocks and logs," she murmured, mostly to herself.

The bus bounced along from stop to stop and gradually the racial profile of the bus began to change as they moved through the business district. The back of the bus was still crowded--and black--but now the front quarter or third of it was crammed with white businessmen and a few secretaries out on a late lunch break. May continued to stare out the window and didn't notice one of the women, a dumpy, older white woman, glancing back at her occasionally. Finally unable to hold her peace any longer she murmured to a man beside her (presumably a coworker or her boss), who nodded and helped her press a path toward the back of the bus where May and Jack were sitting.

"You don't have to go nowhere with him, honey," the woman insisted, reaching out her hand to May. "We can help you get home, it's okay."

May finally tore her gaze from the passing landscape and frowned in confusion. "I'm sorry?"

"If this man's taken you from somewhere, or if he's got something on you, we can get you home and get the cops involved." The man behind her nodded sincerely, and May smiled with embarrassed gratitude.

"Oh um...I appreciate your concern, but we're--"

"And what makes you think it's his fault?" a man's voice boomed from the seat behind them. "Obviously it's gotta be the black man kidnapping the white girl and extorting her. Not like no whitey's ever kidnapped or extorted any blacks, is it?"
 
"Shit," Jack groaned, watching everything escalate. If he'd been by himself, he'd have handled things differently. His parents had encouraged him to stand up for himself, after all, and Mawmaw Sparrow and Gramma Cavendish sure as shit didn't teach him to just take things. But that's what had gotten him sent to Nam, too. Jail or the Army the judge had told him, when he'd been convicted of defending himself from three white boys. And look what that had cost him. "Hey, be cool," he said, shifting May a little so he could stand up. "It's cool, everyone."

Everyone was looking at him, now, and most of the attention wasn't friendly. The grumpy old biddy peered up at him, scowling. "Whatever do you mean?" she replied in tones of ice.

A bunch of different stories danced through his mind, but he tossed them all aside. This little cracker bitch wanted to get up in his business? Fine. "Way I see it, you ain't gotta put on no show like this."

"Whatever do you mean?" she huffed.

Grinning, Jack hitched up his jeans. "You want somma this, you just gotta ask. I got plenty for you, and I can see you're dripping for some dark meat, ain't you?"

"You... you animal!" she hissed as the back of the bus started laughing.

"Hey, [i}I[/i] ain't the one pushin' back here, projectin' my desire for thick black dick on you, lady," Jack replied, laughing at her expression of prudish horror. "May just saw the bus is crowded, an' decided to make a space so someone else could sit, an' I can't stand right on account of losin' part o' my leg in Nam." He shook his head. "Just 'cause your man back there ain't givin' it to you right, don't mean you gotta go makin' something weird outta all this. Poor girl's just tryin' to help, you know?"

"Well," the nosy bitch huffed. "I never!"

"I can tell," Jack replied, deadpan. "Bet it'd help if you did, though."

Flushing scarlet, she stomped back towards her seat. Comments like "right on" and "far out" and "you tell her, brother" echoed from the back of the bus. "Man," laughed the woman sitting next to them as he settled back into his seat. "You sure told her." Grinning, she offered a hand. "Annemarie Morgan. I'm on my way to the rally. That where you two headed as well?"

"Jack Sparrow," he replied, shaking her hand. "And this here's May, and she convinced me to go check it out."
 
May moved quickly so that Jack could stand up, but her eyes widened when Jack accused the old lady of wanting his dick. Try as she might, the manners of her upbringing still got the better of her sometimes. Even if it didn't, he was still heading for a bigger conflict than it was worth.

"Jack," she hissed, tugging gently at his shirt. But he kept going and May groaned, scooting toward the window as he sent the woman grumbling back to her seat. The others in the back laughed and she smiled uncomfortably, shrinking physically away from the conflict. When the woman introduced herself and complimented Jack for showing the old woman May managed a bit more of a genuine smile. "Yeah my friend is one of the organizers. It's supposed to be a real big one." She shook Annemarie's hand in turn, thinking it might b awkward to mention at that moment that her grandmere's name was Anne Marie too.

"That's him officer." The man who had accompanied the old biddy to the back of the bus had gotten off at the next stop and insisted the bus driver hold until he'd brought a beat cop aboard. "This man has been sexually harassing Mrs. Fitzherbert here."

"Uh...Jack?" May said, standing uncertainly as the cop started pushing his way back to them, "maybe we oughtta walk the rest of the way, huh?" Nevertheless, if she was a good judge of Jack's character he wouldn't go without a fight. Standing, she slid past Jack on the seat and stood at the edge of it, blocking him from the aisle with her body. "Problem, officer?" she asked sweetly.
 
"No problem, lady," the lead officer replied, staring down at May. "We just need to have a little talk with that Negro behind you."

"Which one?" Annemarie taunted. "There's a whole lot of us back here!". Laughter and shouts of agreement echoed.

"Now then, folks," Jack said, rising. "I'm pretty sure they mean me.". He strolled forward, moving to stand right behind May. Looking over the two policemen for a moment, he gave them a broad grin. "Captain Jack Sparrow, US Army. Retired. What can I do for you two gentlemen?"

"Well, Jack," the lead officer began.

"Pretty sure you missed the 'Captain' in there," Jack interrupted, drawing more laughter.

"We're going to need you to come along with us, Jack," the officer continued, stressing his name.

"Now whatever for?" Jack questioned, glancing around. "I've just been having a quiet conversation..."

"Public indecency. Lewd behavior. Maybe incitement.". The officer rested his hand on his nightstick. "You looking to add resisting arrest to that, boy?"

Jack's eyes narrowed at the last word. But he smiled, then smiled more at the outraged look on their faces when he rested his hands on May's shoulders. "Well, when you put it like that...". The officers relaxed slightly. Which is when Jack lifted May slightly and moved her aside so he could kick the lead officer in the stomach. "I may as well.."

The officer staggered backwards as the air exploded from his lungs, then tripped over a foot that had "accidentally" wandered into the aisle and crashed into his partner. Jack spun, pushing May towards the rear stairs and jerking the emergency handle on the door. Then, an imp of the perverse stole over him as he remembered the family stories he'd been told. "Officers!" he called, spinning to face them. "You'll always remember this as the day you almost arrested Captain Jack Sparrow!". With a mocking bow he stepped backwards and into the sidewalk. Then he grabbed May's hand. "Maybe running, instead if walking!" he asked, taking off.
 
"Why don't you have a conversation with me instead?" May asked sweetly. "I mean, Mrs. Fitzherbert's concern was for my well-being, so don't you need my statement?"

But the cop ignored her in favor of Jack standing behind her. She was well aware of how silly it probably looked, scrawny little five-foot-two white girl putting herself physically between the cops and muscle-bound, six-foot-something Jack. But she didn't care. She'd laid down in front of tanks before, and linked arms in front of the Capitol Building, and had sat in and been arrested in the offices of several pro-Vietnam Congressmen. When the cop listed Jack's offences May scoffed.

"Officer, I know public indecency and lewd behavior," she assured him, "and what Captain Sparrow here was doing, that wasn't it. Admit it: what you really wanna arrest him for is for being black in public." May eyed the night stick warily. She'd experienced violence at the hands of cops and other men who thought laying hands on small women made them a big man; she wasn't afraid of him, especially with Jack's hands laying comfortingly on her shoulders. But he moved her aside and she frowned. "Jack...!"

What followed was pandemonium. It seemed to happen all at once as Jack kicked the cop and someone else tripped him, then suddenly she was being hurried toward the emergency exit. He promised them that they would always remember this day before stepping off onto the sidewalk. May jumped, staggering as she landed then took his hand. "This way!"

Fortunately the bus had taken them most of the way to the march. She pulled him down side streets and through alleys that Max was more familiar with than she was, but she only got lost once before managing to get found again. The police were long gone, but she kept it up at a jog just in case, finally slowing down when they started coming up on people carrying signs and chanting. Panting, she squeezed Jack's hand before dropping it to wipe the sweat off of her own palm.

"You...you okay?" she panted. "How's the leg?"
 
“Sore,” Jack replied honestly. “Not badly sore, but it ain’t as easy running on a stump as it is on a foot.” Leaning against a wall, he lifted his leg a little to take the pressure off of it. “Like, you know how your feet get sore if you walk a whole lot? It’s like that.” He swung his leg back and forth a little, wishing he could pull off his boot and massage the stump, and checked out the protesters. “So. This is the rally?”

It was bigger than he’d expected, but not as big as he’d imagined. Four or five hundred people gathered outside the federal courthouse, waving signs and placards and disrupting traffic. They were chanting at the moment, a rhythmic cry of “LBJ! LBJ! How many kids did you kill today?” A couple of people had bullhorns, their amplified voices echoing above the rest of the crowd. Nearly all of them were white, he noticed. Which made a certain sense - Dr. King had spoken out about Vietnam, but African Americans mostly had other problems on their mind.

“So how does this work?” he finally asked, pushing off the wall. “I’m fresh outta school god. Do I just jump in and start chanting, or what?”
 
"Well I mean let's rest a sec if it's hurtin' you that bad," May panted, still catching her breath. Finally they were both recovered and Jack asked how it worked. She shrugged and nodded. "Pretty much," she said. "They got signs over here too, if you want."

At a collapsible table a few volunteers were making signs for protesters who hadn't been able to bring their own. May selected one with a giant, glittery peace sign emblazoned with "MAKE LOVE NOT WAR" above and below it. There were other signs with slogans such as DROP ACID NOT BOMBS, WHO WOULD JESUS BOMB?, THESE COLORS DON'T RUN THE WORLD, and WAR DOESN'T DETERMINE WHO'S RIGHT JUST WHO'S LEFT. May made sure not to lose Jack in the crowd as she joined in just as the chant changed from "Hey! Hey! LBJ! How many kids you kill today?" to "One, two, three, four! We don't want your fucking war!" The movement of the crowd carried them forward towards the courthouse, on the steps of which was a bearded young man who started to lead the crowd in "Where Have All The Flowers Gone." Another two men spotted May and waved her over. She grinned and took Jack's hand to lead him over to them.

"Long time no see Mayflower," the man with shorter-cropped hair said with a smile as he pulled her into a hug.

"Yeah, been workin' to get the rent in since Julian got drafted," she replied before kissing both of them. Neither of the men seemed terribly shy about getting handsy. "But I got a new roommate so I shouldn't have to take double shifts all the time anymore. This is Jack." She gestured to Jack and took his hand as she stood in the middle of all three men. "Jack this is Jessie," she gestured to the hawkish man with shorter hair, "and Nate." They both shook hands, but neither looked entirely certain they were pleased that Jack was there.

"Glad you could make it Jack," Jessie offered. Nate was a quiet sort of guy who just gave him a thin smile.

"And that's Max up there." There was clear admiration, bordering on hero worship, as May pointed up to the bearded young man with the guitar leading the rally. "He organized this whole thing and it's just turned out incredible!"

"Before we got started he was talking about another trip to D.C.," Jessie put in. "Think your boss'd let you off the hook."

"Depends when it is," she said with a shrug. Then she seemed to remember something. "Oh, hey!" May produced a plastic sandwich bag from her pocket, having just remembered it, which was very clearly full of weed. "To make up for being gone so much. Peace offering." She smiled hopefully, but caught the men's nervous glances over at Jack. "Oh, nah man he's cool. Smoked a bowl last night with me."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all," Jessie grumbled. But Nate took the baggie and rested a hand on May's hip.

"Not like we got a monopoly on her," he countered, winking at May. "We're all on our own journeys to enlightenment. Speaking of, here, open your mouth and close your eyes." May did as she was told with unwavering trust even as Nate pressed what looked like a little square of paper to her tongue. She pulled her tongue in, grinned, and sealed it with a kiss. "You party?" Nate offered, wrapping an arm around May's waist as she hung on him and held Jack's hand. There was something deceptive in his eyes, but he was at least attempting to be nice.
 
"Hey, Jesse," Jack rumbled, clasping the man's hand. "Hey, Nate." He smiled, and tried not to let what he was thinking show on his face. There was just something about them, something he didn't like. Maybe it was they way they were sizing him up, like they were deciding whether to take a shot at him. Or, maybe, it was how possessive they acted towards May. She wasn't his girl or anything, but the way she'd talked last night she wasn't anyone's girl. But these two white boys were looking at her and touching her like she was their exclusive property.

While he was watching htem, May was digging a little clear bag out of a pocket in those tiny, tight jeans of hers. "To make up for being gone so much. Peace offering." The two men did a double-take, eyeing him and the bag nervously as she tried to hand it to them. "Oh, nah man he's cool. Smoked a bowl last night with me."

"It was some good shit, too," Jack laughed. "Damn near blew my mind."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all," Jessie grumbled.

Jack flashed a smile at him, one that was just slightly sinister. He and May weren't an item, after all. Just roommates. Roommates who'd fucked hard, their first night in the apartment. So he didn't have a right to say anything, he knew. Not without knowing the situation better. Hell, maybe these two were her main guys, and they were just feeling jealous.

Nate took the baggie and stuffed it into a pocket, while resting a hand on May's hip and pulling her close. "Not like we got a monopoly on her."

"Seems like that's up to her, anyway," Jack commented, suppressing he urge to knock that smug little smirk off his face.

"We're all on our own journeys to enlightenment," Nate continued. "Speaking of, here, open your mouth and close your eyes." May did just that, and Nate laid a square of blotter paper on her tongue before accepting a kiss in return. "You party?" Nate offered, staring at him.

"Acid, right?" Nate nodded, and Jack shook his head. "Ain't never tried it. Weed was easy to get in Nam, but we didn't exactly get any chemists out at the firebases." He shrugged. "Well, except for the ones that knew how to build a still. But no acid." Another shrug. "I'll pass, for now. Maybe later. Somewhere less public, you dig?"

"Yeah, I dig," Nate laughed, seeming to warm slightly. "First trip's usually pretty wild. No reason to freak out around the normals, right?" His hand slid up a little, stroking May's bare middriff. "So, how'd you meet our little Mayflower? Wouldn't think a soldier'd be down for her scene."
 
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