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Trisha had made it sound as if Clinton were living the high life here, but the modest dusty little house right outside of town didn’t convince him that this was true. For some reason, this gave him a feeling of relief though it barely mattered.

He stood outside of the compact rental car, not even expecting anyone to stir at this hour. At nine p.m. the tiny block was quiet. He braced himself to go knock on the door until he saw movement. Someone was leaving the house, walking down the porch stairs. She dressed sort of trendy for the average person around these parts.

“Her girlfriend…” He assumed, but then thought, “She looks familiar…”

She wore the same big hat and shades as she did in the picture. She opened the door to the same black car he had seen in the picture and he stared at her with abandon, not realizing the consequences of this would get him spotted. A tall muscular man standing outside of a compact rental car wasn’t a common occurrence around these parts. He stuck out like a sore thumb.

He cursed under his breath when he had realized the girl had spotted him. Only a few yards away across from him, she pulled off her glasses and mouthed his name.

“Oh shit,” Kelly said under his breath. He knew who this girl was as she ran over to him, cautiously looking back over her shoulder. It was Gretchen. What the fuck was going on here?

She said, “Get in the car,” as she walked over to the passenger’s side of his car and got in. He was confused, but he followed her directions.

“Drive around the corner…”

He did as he was told and they had stopped in front of another quiet set of houses, not even speaking until this point.

“What are you doing here?” She asked.

“I was about to ask you that same thing…”

“How did you find out?”

“They got these people called ‘Private Investigators’ these days you know…she just can’t run away spending up all my money and avoiding these papers I got in my back pocket.”

Gretchen narrowed her eyes at him, “So that’s why you’re here? To make sure she signs some papers?” She shook her head, “You’re so fucked up. Even more fucked up than I thought you were.”

“Oh so she decides to leave and turn all butch under an assumed name in some shithole of a town while she spends forty G’s a month and I’m not supposed to say anything? Do you know the girl she lives with? Are you all cool or just into some freaky shit?”

“What?” Gretchen scoffed, “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb. I know. And I’m not gonna sit back and just let her cuckold me and trick off on other chicks. What? Did she buy you a bag so you’d be quiet? Louis Vuitton or whatever the hell you cream over? Your mom is looking for her and here she is “bullshitting”…”

“Shut up Kelly!” Gretchen yelled, “You’re so wrong.”

“I have proof. And I want a divorce.”

“You’re going to break her…”

Kelly expected to hear the word “heart” at the end of that sentence, but he didn’t.

“You’re so concerned about money all of a sudden?” Gretchen shook her head, “She doesn’t need your money.”

“Forty thousand a month? Who “needs” that much anyway?”

“Well she did use it though.” She stared into his eyes intently as she said, “Leukemia, is an expensive ailment to treat. And she’s going to one of the best centers in the country…”

Kelly’s stomach dropped and his throat tightened. Suddenly he found it hard to breathe as Gretchen continued speaking, “You don’t know what she’s been through Kelly, I don’t care what you heard.”

“Cancer…” He said out loud.

“She’s been doing so well lately but if I hadn’t come when I had…shit I don’t know. But all you’re going to do is hurt her if you come now with this mean assed bullshit. Do you really hate her that much? Seriously?”

“Who else knows? Everyone but me?”

She frowned, “You, you didn’t know?”

“I guess not.”

It was a good thing he had bumped into Gretchen before he knocked on the door. Gretchen was on her way out to the late night pharmacy to refill a prescription that Clinton needed. It was too bad that the closest one was almost two hours away in Reno, but getting the medicine before morning was extremely necessary. After she and Kelly had straightened out their communication problems, she decided to trust him enough to see her sister. She gave him the option of leaving, saying that she’d make Clinton sign the papers without a problem. But he had wanted to see her, promising her that he wouldn’t put any undue stress on the girl.

He rang the doorbell. A few minutes later he saw a light turn on behind curtained windows. As he sat down against the porch railing, the front door creaked open. There was Clinton wearing one of his t-shirts and a colorful silk scarf tied to her head. Startled, it seemed as if she would nearly jump back into the house and close the door. But she stood doe-eyed and staring.

“Kelly?” She half-whispered.

He stood up, “Can I come in?”

He sat at the kitchen table as he watched her put on coffee, “If you’re tired you know, it’s cool…”

“I’m fine.” She said turning on the percolator, “You want some cookies, we have some cookies…”

She opened a cupboard and brought down a box of shortbread cookies. “You like these right?”

He nodded and she smiled approvingly, turning to set them out on a saucer plate.

“This place is kind of small huh? I mean compared to every place else you’ve lived in. Our house.”

Clinton turned around when she heard “Our house”. “Do you still live there?”

“Yep. But maybe not for long…” It was too late but it slipped out. He was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to tell Clinton about Dallas before she signed the papers. But looking at her, he didn’t even know whose rules he was trying to follow.

“”They don’t apply to she and I. They’re too pedestrian”.”

She sat down placing his coffee and the cookies in front of him, “I’m not supposed to have caffeine.” She shrugged, looking like a little kid, “Keeps me wired at night now. I mean I get sleepy during the day too much anyway to the point that coffee won’t even help me, but if I drink this at night, it’s over. Plus Gretchen has me on this diet now…”

“You don’t need a diet.” He said as she poured cream into his cup.

“It’s not for weight its so I can be healthy and build my immune system up.” She looked down at herself, she knew her image now in one of his old t-shirts was different than it used to be, when her sexy curvy body was draped inside something of his. Now it swallowed her up as if she were a child in her father’s clothing. Seeing her like this tugged at his heart.

“So you just came to…see me? How did you find out?”

“Gretchen told me.” That was what she and he agreed to in the car for him to say.

“I can’t believe she did that…” Clinton said scratching her elbow as she looked down at the table, “You know she was saying ‘there are some people you need to settle things with’, but I didn’t think she’d make you come all the way out here…” she looked up into his eyes. “I’m sorry. You can go if you want.”

“I came here to see you though,” He said, letting the steam of his coffee waft up into his nose, warming him. “I wanted to know if you were alright.”

“Seriously?” She looked at him as if he’d said the most shocking thing in the world.

He couldn’t help but to laugh, “I don’t hate you, contrary to what you believe.”

“Well you don’t have to feel guilty…I don’t need pity…” Clinton said crossing her arms across her chest.

“I’m not pitying you,” He said, though he did feel guilty. “I just want to tell you that I’m…well I see things a whole lot differently now. And I realize that I wasn’t the best husband in the world you know…”

“Hey,” She said stopping him, “It takes two to fuck up a marriage.”

“But I’m sorry. For everything I did.” He said looking up at her, “You know, I don’t even blame you for that thing with Moo. My pride was just hurt. I knew you wouldn’t have done that if I hadn’t just made you feel like shit. I mean I wouldn’t blame you if you were still with her.”

“I’m not though,” Clinton said grabbing a cookie off of the plate, “I don’t love her and I never did.” The way she looked into his eyes told him that perhaps she wanted to finish that sentence with something else, but stopped herself.

“I’m sorry…”

“Don’t even say it anymore…”

It was something about the lilt of her voice, and the way she softly commanded him that made him look at her intently this time. The face he had always known, though slightly different now, could still be found when he looked into her eyes. This must’ve made her self-conscious because she fidgeted and looked away from him, “I know. I know I’m ugly now. I’m skinny and tired looking and I’m practically bald, but Gretchen has been taking care of my hair.” She said touching the silk scarf tied into a chignon knot that rested gracefully at her neck.

“Can I see?”

She looked at him as if he were crazy when he asked.

“I’m serious. I just want to see…”

“I don’t know, it’s…I just feel…”

“Please.”

She looked up at him, into his eyes, deep pools of blue. She decided to trust him though every part of her consciousness was warning her of impending humiliation. She tugged softly, and her scarf fell away from her head almost effortlessly. Underneath were downy soft ebony curls that clung to her head, the light of the room reflecting off of the sheen of her tresses.

“It’ll grow back thicker soon…it’s that goddamned chemo gave that me stupid ducky baby hair. But Gretchen makes it look good.” She self-consciously ran her hand through the hair, unflattering it.

He reached out and let his fingers brush against her hair and scalp. Her hair was extremely soft, like a baby’s. The expression on her face was one of surprise and almost fear, as if she would fail his inspection to brave the worst consequences.

“Wow…” he said. “I still can’t believe that you manage to do it…”

She sat statue still, not even wanting to move. It had been forever since he had touched her. She was afraid the feeling had brought her too much joy, made her feel too good because she was longing for it shortly after he had took his fingers away.

“What do I manage to do?”

He looked at her, shaking his head, “Nothing. Nevermind.”

She almost looked alarmed as she asked, “What did I do this time?”

He wanted to laugh at her naivet‚, and touch her again for the way that she stared at him intently, taking nothing for granted.

“I might be going to Dallas…”

She gasped, “Oh my God, that’s great! You wanted that for the longest. Congratulations Kelly…”

“But.”

“There’s a ‘but’?”

“I don’t know if I should.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been looking at my old tapes, doing some critiquing and it started me thinking about what I could improve. But the only thing is I’m used to playing with “my” team…so even if I go to Dallas and do better, it’ll just irk me that I couldn’t correct what I had to at Santa Frances…”

“Well you were doing good Kel. I mean you’ve been shedding your blocks and you haven’t been overrunning your assignments…maybe you just need to focus more.”

He looked at her as if she spoke another language. He forgot that she knew so much about him, about football. Maybe it was because he had stopped talking and listening to her completely, shutting her out, thinking he was all alone.

But he had been all alone, ever since she had left.

“Kelly what did you mean about what you said earlier?”

“Hmmm?” He was snapped out of his own thoughts.

“The thing you said ‘nothing’ and ‘never mind’ to.”

“Oh,” Kelly said remembering as he rubbed his neck, “I forgot how stubborn you were.”

“And how good my memory is.”

“Yeah, well. Let’s just say that, all that stuff you talked about being ugly is dead wrong.”

“It is?” When he nodded she asked, “But what does that have to do with anything?”

“Like, I feel certain things right now…” He said staring at her, “But I don’t know if it’s right…”

“What do you feel?” Clinton asked. When he didn’t answer she said, “It’s okay…I promise it’s okay…”

He reached over to her and stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers. Her skin was still soft. She looked at him intently, seeming surprised but not upset about what he was doing. Just as he was about to pull away she grabbed his wrist. She took his big hand in her two smaller ones and kissed it gently. The feel of her lips barely brushing against his skin stirred something in him. Memories of their past came flooding back to him. He didn’t speak, afraid he’d choke on the emotion rising inside of him. She just held his hand, leaning her face against it as she closed her eyes. He noticed that tears brimmed beneath her closed lids, wetting her long lashes, liquid escaping from the corners of her eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he heard her say. “I guess I just miss you.”

He wanted to tell her the same thing but, more than anything, he wanted to show her. When she let go of his hands he stood.

“You’re leaving?” She said looking up at him with alarm. “No!” he said with an amused expression on his face. He reached for her hand and pulled her up in one swift motion. Before they both knew it, she was in his arms. For a while it was just him holding her tightly, so tightly that she felt it hard to breathe, but she didn’t care. She wrapped her arms around him, not quite mustering up the same tenacity with her embrace, “Damn this cancer…” she thought, as he bent his body to lean his face into the crook of her neck. She felt a wetness on her skin, and heard him sniffling. “Oh God,” she whispered as she closed her eyes, “It’s okay Kelly, I swear it’s okay.” She ran her hands up and down his back, from his shoulder blades to the slight dip in his muscular back.

His sobbing only became more pronounced, and soon she couldn’t hold back any longer herself. She began to cry too. She could never stand to see him so upset. There was only one other time when she saw him cry, way back when they were “found out” and he felt as if his father hated him. She had crawled into his lap and brought his head to her bosom, not that it was overly ample but it had brought him comfort. All she wanted to do was bring him comfort. She pulled away from him, and she smiled as he tried to hide his face by looking away from her. “It’s okay,” she said, pulling him toward the living room.

She brought him over to the couch and he instinctively he sat down. She gently clambered on top of him and wrapped her arms around his neck. The feeling of being this close to him gave her so many feelings: nervousness, yearning, and relief. She felt right just this way, and though her frame felt smaller, more delicate, her breathing seeming more labored, this is the same way Kelly felt. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heart. He could tell that though she sought out to comfort him, that she was the one who needed this just as much as he did. He caressed her body, her bare thighs, and the small of her back as her head settled in under his chin. He could feel her soft hair rub against his skin, the warmness of her body pressed against his.

She looked up at him and tried to see if she could spot any changes in his face since the last time she saw him. “Nope,” she thought to herself, “Same old Kelly. I’m the one who’s changed.”

He kissed her on the forehead softly, then the bridge of her nose, then her lips. She almost couldn’t believe what was happening as she parted her lips to let him inside…again. Their tongues played against each other as they sucked and nibbled on each other’s lips. She couldn’t even remember the last time she kissed someone, or just had them hold her. She actually didn’t think that he’d be here again, and that she’d still feel this way…

Kelly’s feelings were whirling around inside of him like a hurricane. Out of all of the question and doubt he felt emerged one true thing: this feeling was the same way he felt when he first realized that he was in love with her. That was back when he still wanted to be around her all of the time, hear her voice constantly, please her, make her happy. It never took much. He wondered if she were still the same way.

The way she kissed him back told him that she’d had stored away passion that she needed to use up. Her kisses were urgent, and pressing, gentle yet pressured, and her touch was that of yearning. She seemed to want to pull herself back every so often so that she didn’t let her emotions get the best of her. But tonight, he didn’t want to hold back. He didn’t know what to say but he knew what he wanted to do. After months and months of pushing her away, ignoring her, and placating her by giving her his body and not all of him, he wanted to pull her closer, so close that the emotion just might frighten them both. He wanted her to feel again, he wanted to feel again. He was so numb for so long, trying to get rid of the pain and doubt inside of him that he had forgotten what it was like to feel love like this. He wanted to make love to Clinton, right now.

His hands slid up her thigh, under the t-shirt that she wore, his t-shirt. Her skin was still soft as he fingered the edge of her panties on her hip. He was about to slide a finger down and around until he got to the piece of fabric covering up the sweet beauty between her legs but then he stopped himself.

“Clinton, stop me if you want.”

“Stop what?”

“I want to…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but she already knew what he was trying to say.

She pushed herself off of him and said, “Come on.” Holding his hand she led him to her bedroom upstairs.

Her room was dark, but the light from streetlamps filtered its way in through her slatted window shade, giving it an amber tinge. He grabbed her and pulled her close to him as he invaded her mouth with his tongue. He was trying so hard to be gentle, but he realized that his passion had been storing up during the me they’d been apart too. Not to mention that he had stopped having sex with Trisha a couple of months ago. Since then football has been his only mistress.

He lifted the shirt up over her head, looking at the way the light from outside hit her body in the darkness. She seemed mostly still the same, just skinnier. She tried to cover her topless body with her arms, crossing them across her chest. He just smiled and tipped her chin towards him with his fingers, giving her a gentle kiss. “Knock it off girl…let me see you.”

She dropped her arms slowly as his eyes bored through her in the dark. She smiled, because she saw it, recognized it…desire in his eyes. She never thought that she’d get to see that look again, especially since her appearance was less than beautiful to her.

Recognizing something else-her own desire-she reached up and grabbed his face pressing her lips against his, slowly snaking her tongue into his mouth. She wanted him so bad. He reached around and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing and grunting as his own hardness grew and grew.

Finally, she sat down on the edge of the bed at his prompting. He kneeled between her thighs, and she spread them so that his torso was between them as she looked up at her, still able to see her eyes shine in the darkness. She ran her fingers through his bristly hair as she looked down at him lovingly, biting her bottom lip.

Suddenly their heads jerked towards the door after hearing footsteps up the stairs. A pair of feet-Gretchen’s no doubt-sounded as if they had shuffled up to Clinton’s door. Luckily the owner of those feet had thought better than to knock. They heard the footfalls fade out as she walked away. They both looked at each other and laughed. Though Gretchen was home and probably knew he was in her room, they weren’t about to stop now.

“Kelly…” she whispered, not knowing what to say next. Soon there was no way that she could talk after feeling his lips pull at her nipple. She hissed, feeling her pussy immediately gush with wetness. He took his time sucking and manipulating each of her nipples as he knelt on the floor between her legs enjoying the sound of her soft and demure moans and subtle breathing tinged with hints of her trying not to go insane as he felt chocolate nipple harden against his tongue. As he sucked on a nipple he reached between her thighs and gingerly stroked her pussy through her panties. She shivered, “shit…Kelly…” she couldn’t believe how good he was making her feel. She couldn’t believe that he knew exactly how she needed to feel tonight, making it happen. The manipulation of her very sensitive and hardened nipples by his soft yet strong stroking tongue brought her close to the cusp of orgasm alone, and every time he brushed her panty clad pussy she shivered. Soon he began to rub it through her panties, firmly kneading against her slit and making acute contact with her hard clit. She threw her head back as she grabbed his, pulling him closer and closer to her breast. He tried to get as much as he could into his mouth as he stroked her. Soon she was cumming. Her eyes fluttered closed and she nearly screamed with pleasure and his name escaped her lips, “Kelly…yesssss…”

Jeb was well dressed and Lisa wore a dress for the first time since she had been out with George months prior. After dinner they went for a walk around town looking in the shop windows and talking until they walked near the water and Lisa lost her balance and Jeb grabbed her hand to keep her from falling. Lisa kept holding Jeb’s hand to avoid falling again as they walked.

“Thank you, Jeb. I think its stupid of me to try and walk on this wooden pier with heels on.”

“You’re not stupid. Mrs. Stone. I won’t let you fall.”

Lisa looked up at Jeb and smiled. “I know that, Jeb.”

There was a man selling flowers on the end of the pier. When they walked close to the man’s booth, he smiled at them as he held up a rose. “Would you like to buy a flower for your beautiful wife?”

Jeb searched in his pocket and paid the man for the rose and gave it to Lisa. “Thank you, Jeb. That was very nice of you.”

She smiled and laughed saying. “I guess he saw my wedding ring and thought you were my husband.”

Jeb hesitated relied as he reached out to take Lisa’s hand again. “That man was right.”

Lisa smiled and laughed. “Oh. I guess you’re right. I completely forgot about that.”

“I meant that you’re beautiful.”

Lisa was flattered and smiled as she leaned up and kissed Jeb on his cheek and took his hand as they walked back toward the car together.

They were home that evening and Lisa cut Jeb’s birthday cake and kissed him on the forehead when she sat the plate down in front of him. Jeb boldly reached around and gave her a hug and kissed her back on the cheek as she smiled at him and gazed into his eyes.

Lisa leaned down further and kissed Jeb on his lips and kept starring into his eyes. Jeb still had his arm around her waist and slowly rubbed the palm of his hand along her waist and gently touched her hip with his fingers. He had never touched a woman in his life and felt nervous and reluctant to go any further.

Lisa smiled and cut her own cake and sat down next to Jeb. Jeb starred at Lisa as she sat at the end of the table eating.

“I never touched a woman before, Mrs. Stone.”

Lisa stopped eating for a few seconds as she thought about Jeb’s statement. “I know you haven’t, Jeb.” She finished the cake and got up from the table as she starred at Jeb who was still eating.

Later that evening, Lisa was gathering the dirty laundry around the house and as usual and thought Jeb was sitting on the front porch but when she opened the door to his bedroom, she was startled when she saw him standing in the room naked.

Lisa gazed at Jeb who was standing in front of his dresser and faced her when she came into the room.

“Oh. God. I’m so sorry, Jeb. I thought you were outside.”

Jeb tried to cover himself with his hands.

“I just came in to pick up your dirty laundry.”

Lisa turned and walked out of the room. She took a deep breath as she stood in the dark hallway with the image of Jeb’s naked body in her mind.

A few evenings later, Lisa finished combing her hair and turned down the covers on her bed. She felt different that night, much different as she heard the heavy rain outside hitting the metal roof on the house.

She opened the top drawer of her dresser and lifted the stack of panties and reached for her special toy George had bought her soon after they got married. It was a vibrator and George bought it for her as a joke when he was working long hours on midnights.

Lisa removed her nightgown and got into bed and began playing with her clitoris with her finger tip. She felt horny that night and wished George were here with her. She continued to play with her clitoris until her pussy began getting wet from the stimulation and switched on the vibrator and moved it along her pussy slit.

Lisa closed her eyes as she began to move the toy inside her pussy and arched her legs back until she began a steady rhythm. The little toy felt so good as she moved it along her clit which caused her body to tighten up.

It had been so long since she had sex. She wished George was with her right now. She kept working the vibrator in and out and than she got a picture of Jeb in her mind when she saw him naked the other night.

She kept rubbing her clitoris with the toy as she remembered how large Jeb’s cock had been. She had always wondered if that myth about black men being built so largely was true. She thought that at least on Jeb it was true.

Her mind was stuck on that image she saw and the coal black darkness of Jeb’s skin. Lisa imagined touching him and wrapping her tiny white fingers around that huge shaft. She dreamed how she could be the one to teach him about sex. He had never been with a woman in his life. The vibrator felt so good.

Oh. God. She was going to cum as her body began to tremble and her breathing began to get labored as she moaned out loud as she reached her first orgasm for the first time in months. Lisa’s fingers were getting wet as she kept moving the vibrator around inside her pussy.

George! Why wasn’t she thinking of having George on top of her right now? She missed him dearly but that image of that huge black cock kept popping up in her brain. Lisa’s body began to shake again as she reached her second orgasm.

Lisa was catching her breath as she shut off the vibrator and pulled it out of her wet pussy and rubbed her clit with her fingers. She placed the little toy on the night stand and clicked off the light. That’s when she noticed the dark figure standing in the doorway. She had left the door wide open! The hallway was dark and as soon as she looked in that direction she saw the figure move quickly away from view.

Lisa closed her eyes as she imagined Jeb watching her play with that vibrator. She thought to herself. Oh. God. What was she going to do? What would she say to him if he asked?

The thunder and lightening were getting intense as Lisa started to fall asleep. The rain never let up as it pounded against the steel roof. Lisa began to fall asleep. Suddenly she heard the loud bang of thunder that woke her up in an instant and when she turned toward the window she saw a figure standing in the night as the lightening struck.

Lisa screamed as loud as she could and within seconds, Jeb ran into the room to see what was the matter.

“Mrs. Stone. What’s wrong? Are you all right?”

Lisa was crying and terrified as she sat up and tried to speak in broken words.

“I saw someone outside in the rain. It looked like a man with a hat and he was starring in at me.”

“It’s all right now, Mrs. Stone. I’m here with you now.”

Jeb was kneeling down along the side of the bed as Lisa tired to stop crying. She had forgotten about being naked as she tried to calm herself down. Lisa tried to stop crying as she pulled the blanket up around her breasts as she tried to cover herself.

“Mrs. Stone. I’ll sleep in here on that chair over there until you fall asleep.”

Lisa was still choked up from crying as she nodded her head that it was all right. Jeb sat in the chair in the corner of the room and leaned his head back quietly.

Lisa finally stopped crying and laid her head down on her pillow as she thought how safe she felt having Jeb in the same room with her. She was so exhausted that she fell asleep within minutes.

It was still raining when Lisa awoke and looked at the clock on the night stand. It was 3AM and Lisa lifted her head and looked toward the chair where Jeb had been sitting and noticed he was sleeping. The lightening lighted the room for a split second at a time allowing Lisa to see Jeb’s eyes closed.

She turned toward the window and screamed when she saw the shadow again. Jeb jumped out of the seat.

“Mrs. Stone. What’s wrong? What did you see?”

Lisa pointed at the window. “It was there again. I saw the same man. He was wearing a hat.”

“I’ll go outside and see if I can find him.”

“No. Wait! . I don’t want you to go out there. What if he has a gun or something?”

“Maybe we should call the police, Mrs. Stone.”

Lisa was scared and trembling and confused as she sat holding the blanket against her bare breasts.

“No. We can’t. What if, those people are looking for George? It’s better if we don’t get the police involved.”

Lisa began to cry as she held her hands over her face. Jeb sat on the edge of the bed feeling upset and nervous.

“It’s all right now, Mrs. Stone. I’m right here with you.”

Lisa cried but tried to wipe her eyes as she looked at Jeb who was starring pitifully at her as she cried. In her state of confusion, she lunged forward and quickly put her arms around Jeb and held him tight as she cried.

Jeb nervously patted her shoulder and eased his arms around the naked woman until his chin rested on her bare shoulder.

“Don’t cry, Mrs. Stone. You got me here with you now. I’ll be your husband from now on.”

Lisa was still crying but listening to Jeb as she slowly backed her face away to look into his eyes. Lisa felt the need at the moment to feel close to this man as she quickly leaned forward and kissed Jeb’s lips. He was surprised as he starred into her eyes but leaned forward giving her a second kiss in return.

Lisa was naked. He beautiful full breasts were in complete view to Jeb every time the lightening struck. Lisa was holding her hand up to his face and slowly caressed his skin. Lisa moved her hand slowly across his cheek and down around his thick neck

Jeb had never had a woman touch him the way Lisa was touching him now and felt nervous as she lowered her hand to his and took hold of his fingers and grasped him tight. She was still starring into his eyes as she slowly raised his hand to her chest and laid the palm of his hand against the smooth soft skin.

Jeb’s expression was that of a little boy as he felt her hand moving above his own, pressing his fingers into her left breast. He gazed into her eyes as he slowly felt the soft globe and her hard nipple against his palm.

Jeb had taken his other hand and moved it to her right breast himself and began to slowly massage her full natural breasts. Lisa’s eyes were still focused on his as Jeb’s fingers explored her chest. Either she wasn’t thinking about the consequences that may occur or she felt protected being with this man.

Jeb’s fingers were trembling like a little boy’s as he slowly moved his fingers across her soft white skin. He had wanted to touch her and feel her softness for a long time. He kept starring into her eyes as he stuttered out the words.

“I’ve never touched a woman before. You feel so soft and warm.”

Jeb was her protector. He was a giant of a man but yet so gentle with her. She wanted so much to give herself to this man right now but she thought of George and her mind was confused. She could see it in his eyes at that moment. He wanted her but didn’t know what he should do or how.

Suddenly. Lisa panicked and was afraid of what might happen next as she pushed the blanket down on the bed.

“Lay down and sleep in here with me tonight.”

Jeb removed his hands from her breasts as he stood up and walked around to the opposite side of the bed and got into the bed next to her. It was the only way she could respond at that moment. Had Jeb been more aggressive, he would have been able to seduce her but his innocent boyish behavior was no match for a woman of her maturity.

Lisa waited for Jeb to get into the bed. He was only wearing cotton boxer shorts without a shirt and could see the bulge she caused protruding from the thin material. Lisa felt sorry for Jeb and didn’t mean to arouse him until he felt uncomfortable. She was trying to justify why she told him to lay beside her.

Deep down inside, Lisa was hoping that Jeb would take her. Make passionate love to her but she knew it wasn’t in his nature. He was a gentleman. Jeb was very passive and gentle. Lisa knew that Jeb would have to be told that it was all right. He would have to be told that he could touch her and do the things he was thinking about.

Jeb laid his head on the pillow as he starred at Lisa. Her breasts were still uncovered as she turned and faced him. Lisa starred at Jeb as her eyes eventually closed and she fell asleep.

Lisa woke early the next morning. The rain had stopped and the sun was shining through the bedroom window. Jeb appeared to be asleep and Lisa thought it would be a good time to get out of bed so Jeb would see her completely naked.

Lisa moved as softly as she could but woke Jeb as she lifted out of the bed. He got a good look at her naked cheeks as she walked around and picked up her robe off the chair. Her beautiful white breasts were visible to him as he watched her putting on the robe. He closed his eyes as she walked away, pretending to be asleep.

Things were much different that day. At breakfast, and dinner, Jeb reacted much differently with Lisa. She could sense that he was thinking about last night and she felt he was trying to find a way to tell her how he felt. She could also sense that he wanted to make love to her.

Jeb searched the entire farm that day looking for any sign of intruders. Foot prints were found near the house which belong to one person. Lisa thought it may have been a person peeping, but found it strange that they would be out in such a bad storm that night to do so.

Later that evening, Lisa decided to take a long bath again and saw Jeb eating a snack in the kitchen when she last saw him. She remembered how Jeb mentioned how he loved to see her wearing her red high heels and loved seeing her in black. Jeb told her how her flowing hair cascading down her shoulders and how the contrast of her white skin against the black material of her dress would remind him of an angel.

Jeb finished his snack and decided to try and read a new book that Mrs. Stone had given him that week. He was about to enter his bedroom and noticed the bedroom door cracked open again in Mrs. Stone’s bedroom.

Lisa was setting at her vanity combing her hair in the mirror. The only light in the room was the one setting on the vanity top. Lisa had dried her hair after her bath. She sat on the stool combing her hair and was smiling to herself in the mirror. The scent of her perfume filled the room.

Lisa gazed at the reflection of her tiny black baby doll nightie in the mirror. Her feet were positioned straight in front of her with both heels of her red shoes touching the floor. She had shaven her leg’s smooth along with her bush. She was ready for whatever happened that night.

The scent of her perfume trailed into the hallway. Lisa kept brushing her hair and kept her eyes focused on her lipstick-covered lips. The floor creaked every few seconds and got louder each time she heard the creak.

Her hair was beautiful as she kept brushing. Her heart began to beat faster as she wondered if he was there. She could feel him watching her. Was he studying every curve of her body? Everything was for him, the red shoes, the black nightie, the lipstick, the perfume. It was all for him. Waiting.

Was he man enough to take her? Would he just watch her comb her hair? She wondered as she closed her eyes when the creak seemed to stop just inches from her stool.

She felt his heavy breathing behind her neck as his hands circled her tiny waist. He kissed the back of her neck as she tilted her head. His hands moved higher and cupped her breasts. He kept kissing her neck until he was kissing her cheek. He knew. Everything was for him and he knew.

Lisa dropped the comb to the floor as he whispered in her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Lisa turned and kissed him on the lips as he leaned down and picked her up and carried her to the bed. He laid her down and unbuttoned his shirt and pants letting them drop to the floor. He ripped the material of his shirt as it fell to the floor and began kissing her passionately.

She kissed him back as their tongues mingled as she held his face in her hands. “I want you to make love to me.”

Jeb didn’t need any encouragement. He wanted her tonight and nothing was going to stop it from happening. He kept kissing her mouth as her hands roamed down toward his boxer shorts and gave them a tug until they fell down his legs.

Lisa’s heart raced as she took hold of the massive black shaft. It was much larger than she had ever dreamed and frightened her. She wondered if he would hurt her or be gentle. Jeb kissed his way down her neck and lifted her off the bed and pulled the black nightie over her head.

Jeb devoured her breasts with his mouth, sucking on each nipple until they filled with blood and poked up at the ceiling. She stroked his shaft as it throbbed in her hand and kissed his the top of his head as she wrapped her other hand around his head, pulling into her breasts.

His hand touched her bare pussy and she felt him working a finger into her slit which was soaked from excitement. His lips touched her belly and he started to kiss it. His finger touched her clitoris causing her to tighten up which alarmed him momentarily. He thought he had hurt her but figured out it gave her please and did it again.

Jeb had much love and passion for Mrs. Stone and would never hurt her. He moved up and kissed her breasts again, than her neck and her lips were next. He had moved up far enough where she had a hold of him again. He was only inches from her pussy slit and Lisa sensed that he needed her guidance.

Jeb was a virgin and she was going to teach him how to make love to a woman. Lisa slowly lifted her legs back as she held his waist and moved his body into position. She carefully stroked his shaft which throbbed in her hand and guided it toward the entrance of her wet slit as she glazed into his eyes.

“That’s it. Move your body up until the head touches the entrance and wait until I tell you to push.”

Lisa was in control of this jet black giant man above her. He waited patently as the large black head rubbed against her pussy slit. Her eyes stayed focused on his as she rubbed the head along the slit. Her other hand held his waist as guidance as she pulled her legs back slightly further.

“Push.”

Jeb did what he was told and the huge black head popped into her tight pussy slit causing her to stiffen up and dig her nails into his waist.

His eyes closed as he felt her warm wet pussy closing around his shaft. He instinctively moved a fraction back out and moved himself forward sending an inch of his shaft into her pussy. Jeb kept doing this until he had a few inches buried inside her warm tight pussy.

Lisa moved her hands up to his face and kissed his lips as he kept moving his cock inside her pussy in rhythm to her hips arching up to meet his strokes.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck me.”

Lisa’s pussy was soaking wet as it clamped around the huge shaft. She wrapped her legs around his ass until her heels clicked as Jeb began humping her faster and faster. He would learn what it took to please this woman. Lisa’s body began to tremble as she reached her orgasm.

Jeb opened his eyes and watch how she reacted. He wanted to learn everything there was to know about sex. He wanted to be the best Lover that Mrs. Stone ever had. Lisa could feel his shaft swelling up if that was possible. He was huge enough the way he was but she knew he was going to cum very soon.

The loud sucking sounds of her pussy filled the room as Jeb hammered into her tight pussy. His breathing became more labored as she began a faster pace as she squeezed her fingers into his ass. She would teach him the art of making love to a woman. She would allow him to cum. This was his first time.

Jeb began grunting out very loud. His voice was so loud that it reminded her of a huge black bear being disturbed while eating and it was growling.

Lisa felt the head of his cock pressing against her cervix. He was in as deep as anyone ever been inside her pussy. She felt the first spurt hitting her cervix. Than another, followed by several smaller spurts.

Jeb was breathing heavily and trying to catch his breath as she rubbed her hands along his back and kissed his face. He finally lifted off her and rolled off her body because his sweat started to drip down on her.

“Did I make love to you the way you wanted me to, Mrs. Stone?”

Lisa smiled as she took the blanket and wiped the sweat off his cheek. “Yes. Baby. You made love to me the way I wanted.”

Lisa lifted herself up and kissed his lips and ran into the bathroom as his seed dripped down her thighs.