Title: Romancing Shontell
Author: Eskimo1958
Summary: A regular hard-working guy finds an interesting lady. A romance
blossoms, and it progreses in an interesting way
Keywords: M/F, IR

It was 1975, I was in my fifth year as a mailman for the good old United States Post. At the time, I was twenty-seven, and had served a tour of Vietnam, getting out in 1970. Being single, and an only child with deceased parents, I never did return to my native county in the hills of southern Indiana, opting instead to move to Louisville, just across the Ohio River, where I was in the right spot at the right time, getting a job as a carrier within a month. I had taken the civil service exam before I had left, and was just lucky enough to be on the roster when I returned to be eligible for employment.

And then, within a year after being hired, I landed my own route, a walking route on Louisville's west end. So for four years, I had been delivering in a section of town that was predominantly black. About ninety-eight percent black, actually. But I never had any problems. Heck, most of the guys in my unit were black, so I was pretty much use to it. And of course, after four years walking the same route, I got to know everyone real well, and they me.

First, my route really wasn't that bad. The first two hundred stops are in a industrial area, so real easy, even though lots of mail. Then about three-hundred low-income apartments. Real pain, as people move in and out daily. Following this, five relays of about thirty mostly single family dwellings each. Except for the apartments, everyone in the business' and the five relays knew my name. It wasn't all that bad, being a white guy and all. Yeah, I stuck out like a sore thumb, but the neighborhood wasn't that bad then.

Of course, lots of families, and lots of elderly. One in particular was Miss Emma Jenkins. I thought she was old at the time, but she was actually fifty-seven, and just retired from the postal service herself in 1974. It was a typical hot and muggy August day when I walked up onto her porch, she smiling at me, and saying "Would you like a glass of ice tea, Andrew?"

Smiling, I responded, "Sure would, Miss Emma."

She poured me a glass, and I took a seat. It had become a ritual. Seems almost every relay, I would have one little old black lady or another wanting me to stop and have a glass of ice tea or soda. I handed her the mail, saying "There�s a letter there for a Shontell Wynn."

She smiled, chuckling "Yes, that's my niece." She held it up, saying "She'll be living with me this coming semester, studying law at Louisville." I was impressed, and my face showed it, as she said "She's such a nice girl, maybe you want to meet her?"

I chuckled, "Now Miss Emma, I really don't think some young lady studying to become a lawyer would be interested in me."

She sighed, saying "Better than some of those boys she's been finding lately."

I didn't even have time to laugh, as a voice boomed from the open window behind me. "Aunt Emma, that wasn't very nice!" Followed by footsteps, and the screen door flying open. A young lady, maybe a year younger than myself stepped out. And what a woman. She stood about five-nine, and thin, except for her breasts, which were every bit a c-cup. Round and standing proudly on her chest. Her face was a picture of perfection, small nose, and the typical thick lips of her race. But her skin color wasn't as dark as her aunt's, as I quickly made a note of that.

Miss Emma squealed with laughter, as I rose suddenly, minding my manners. "Andrew, this is my niece, Shontell."

I smiled, reached out with my hand, saying "Pleased to meet you, Miss Wynn."

She glanced my way, briefly, not even bothering to shake my offered hand, before turning on her aunt, "Aunt Emma, must you always talk about my relationships with the men folk."

Miss Emma smiled, "Now child, don't get in an uproar." She sipped her tea, "I was just making conversation with this fine young man." She pointed my way, and I somehow kept my smile from turning into laughter.

Shontell looked again at me, and the look wasn't good. I took the hint, placing my glass down, and saying "Well, I better get my route done, Miss Emma." I turned to the young niece, saying "Pleased again to meet you, miss." I was smiling a big grin, as I walked away, hearing Shontell chastise her aunt, who was just ignoring her and laughing loudly.

Next day, Miss Emma offered me her daily iced tea, and I drank some, as she gave me the life history of her niece. I feigned interest. Hell, the girl looked at me like she wanted to kill me yesterday, so why bother? Anyway, I found that she was twenty-six, and in her last year of studying law. She decided to live with her aunt, to save money. A mutual relationship, I assumed. As Miss Emma could use the company, now she was retired and not much to do, besides giving me and my swing man ice tea every day. It had even become a joke in my station, as two of my fellow carriers live within blocks of her, hearing about my daily drink and ribbing me about it constantly. I soon found out that one of them, Leroy Jenkins, is the son of Miss Emma's older cousin, so he gets a daily report from his mother.

Well, I finished my drink, Shontell was no where to be found that day, something about meeting a boyfriend or something. Miss Emma wasn't pleased, saying it was another loser. Poor Shontell, I was chuckling, as I left.

Two weeks went by and no sign of the niece. Then on a Monday, I walked up onto the porch, and Shontell was sitting there, reading a book. No ice tea, as I put the mail in the box, saying "Good afternoon, Shontell."

She barely glanced over her book, and barely acknowledged my existence. Miss Emma was no where to be seen, so off I went. Next day, Miss Emma nailed me with iced tea, and I sat for ten minutes, listening to her talk about Monday, and her adventures of life. Next day, I was stepping up on the porch, and both Miss Emma and Shontell were there, and it looked like the discussion wasn't very friendly. I smiled, as I handed the mail to Miss Emma, saying to both, "Hello Miss Emma, Shontell."

Shontell blurted out, "Don't patronize us, whitey! All you white boys are the same, don't really like us niggers."

I was a bit shocked, as Miss Emma said "Shoot child, that was totally uncalled for. Besides, according to cousin Leroy, Andrew here doesn't like most people anyway."

Good point, and being a smartass, I stuck my tongue out at her, and turned around and left, causing Miss Emma to roar with laughter. I heard about it the next morning, as Leroy caught me on the work floor, announcing to everyone what I did to her. And of course what Miss Emma had said about me. Yeah, I wanted to hide. Sheesh, so much for things staying quiet. When I arrived to deliver the mail, Miss Emma was there, and she smiled her big smile, saying "Hello Andrew, have a seat."

I chuckled, "Oh, I had better not, Miss Emma."

She stood, and grabbed her mail and my hand, saying "No, really! Don't worry, Shontell is off with one of her girlfriends." She sighed, "Probably whining about me again and how I embarrass her constantly."

I chuckled, Shontell has a good point. I had my daily iced tea, and we talked for about ten minutes, before I got up to leave. The rest of the week was like that, no Shontell, but plenty of iced tea. It was like before, before she moved in with her Aunt.

By the weekend, things seemed to be back to normal, and I was happy, as I had tickets to a concert that night. It was for Lou Rawls, and I always liked him, as I had bought a ticket and after work, I ate and headed for the arena he was performing in.

I was early, and was just getting into my seat, when I heard a voice behind me, "Oh no, what are you doing here."

I didn't recognize her voice at first, but when I turned around, there was Shontell, sitting with another black girl. I muttered something to the effect of 'Oh shit!' and turned back around. I heard light talking between them, and then movement. Her face was by my ear, asking "So, Aunt Emma have anything good to say this week?'

I chuckled, "No, not really. Thinks you're worried that she'll embarrass her."

"Worried!?"

Laughing, I turned to face her, "Yeah, my reaction as well."

She started in, "You know what she did when I brought a date home the other evening to meet her?" I was sure she was about to tell me, "She asked which rock I found him under!" Her friend snickered, trying not to laugh.

It was hard not to crack a smile, as I said "Well, she is trying to look out for her favorite niece."

She looked sternly at me, "I'm her only damn niece!" She sighed, and asked "I'm surprised a white boy like you would be caught dead at a Lou Rawls concert. I figured you would be at some country bar somewhere."

I didn't miss a beat, "I like country too. Plus, I even like blues music and jazz." I then went on, "There's not much music I don't like, except for maybe disco."

The other girl said "Oh, I like this boy, even if he is white."

I smiled, saying "Thank you." Offered her my hand, and she took it as I asked "And your name is?"

She smiled broadly, a bit cuter than Shontell, her chest just a tad smaller and more pointed. "Cathy Jones, and you must be Andrew the mailman."

I smiled, glanced at Shontell, who had a pissed look on her face. The lights started going down, as I said "Well ladies, enjoy the show."

I turned around and smiled, as I heard Shontell say to Cathy "Oh shut up.", followed by Cathy giggling. The concert was great, and I was pretty mellow by the time it was done. Of course, the smell of burning joints sort of got me going. Shotguns and not even wanting them. After the concert, I got up and turned to say good-bye, when Cathy said "We're going for a bite to eat, you want to join us?"

Shontell shot her that nasty look again, I chuckled, "Um, no, I actually am going in to work tomorrow, wanting to pick up some overtime."

"Wow, a man that wants to work!" She turned to Shontell, but the glare she was receiving shut her up, but not from laughing at her friend.

Sunday was fine, as I went in and ran special deliveries, and so was Monday, since it was my day off, and I worked part of it to get some overtime. Tuesday I was back on my route, and as usual, Miss Emma was on the porch, pitcher of ice tea at hand. I just smiled and shook my head, handing her the days mail, and taking the glass, and sipping it, saying "Good afternoon, Miss Emma."

"Good afternoon Andrew, and how are you this fine day."

It was cloudy, and I was soaked from a thunderstorm an hour before, but oh well. "I�m fine, ma'm, and yourself?" Just then the storm door opened, and out walked Shontell, wearing sunglasses. It was cloudy as hell, and I sort of peered up in the sky, then at her, with a quizzical look on my face. "Why the sunglasses, Shontell?"

Miss Emma replied for her, "She had trouble with a boy the other night, Andrew. She should have welcomed you to come along after the concert." The niece shot her aunt a glare, which Miss Emma completely ignored.

Being a smartass, I said "Looked under the wrong rock again, huh?"

My turn to get glared at, as Miss Emma burst out laughing. "And what you know about finding people to date?" She said firmly.

"Well, I've never hit a woman on a date, or at any time, for that matter." I responded, keeping a straight face was difficult. "And I've tended to stay away from women that might hit me, as well."

"You probably don't know how to treat a woman right on a date, whitey."

Miss Emma said loudly, "Shontell!"

I defended myself, "You'll never know, unless you raise yourself to try it."

"I like that," said Miss Emma, as she turned to Shontell, "Put up or shut up, child."

She turned to her aunt, "And who's side are you on?"

"Yours child, you just too damn dumb to see it." Miss Emma turned to me, "Why don't you pick her up at five, is that to early?"

A surprised look on Shontell's face, as I chuckled, "No, not at all," I turned to her, asking "Would Brown's be okay?" Shit, what am I doing? The most expensive place in town.

And she had to go and say "Yes, that will do."

Well shit, I said "Very well, I'll be picking you up at five then," I turned and walked down the steps, saying "See you then, Shontell."

I heard Miss Emma cackling away, as Shontell was muttering to herself. What the fuck have I done? Oh well, just a bit of fun. And back at the office, Leroy already heard. How they do that? After being heckled by him and his cronies, I went on home, showered, called and made reservations, and pulled out my blue suit. Hope to hell it matches what she is wearing. Headed towards her place at four-thirty. Killed some time driving around the block a few times, before pulling in front of the small bungalow, and getting out of the car.

I went up the porch, just as the door opened, and there stood Miss Emma, "Oh Andrew, you're punctual. Good. Come on inside." First time I've ever been inside her home, as I never ventured further than the porch. Typical older person's home, lots of pictures of days gone by, and the usual knick-knacks here and there. Miss Emma was babbling on and on, as I waited for Shontell to make an appearance. Didn't have to wait too long, as she entered the room, and I stood, my mouth hanging open. Here she was, wearing a strapless dark red dress, her breasts pushed up and out. Describing the dress wouldn't do justice, as it showed her shape beautifully. I just wanted to wrap my arms around her and take her right there on the floor. Her hair was done up nicely, and it was easy to tell she spent some time on it and her makeup. She was wearing three-inch red heels, her legs in sheer black stockings.

All I could say was "Wow."

She ignored me, and headed to the door. Miss Emma smiled and chuckled, as I followed her out, with Miss Emma saying "You kids have a good time, now."

I had to race to beat her to the car, and she looked at it, as I opened the door, she said "A firebird."

"Yeah, bought it this summer." I closed the door, and went around, getting in, adding "I didn't think you would want to ride in my truck." I fired it up, and we were off.

Arrived at the restaurant, valet parking, and the kid just stared at us, as we got out and I handed him the keys, saying "Anytime, boy."

I hooked my arm in Shontell�s, and we walked into the restaurant. Told the matre dei who I was, and he looked at me suspiciously, as he looked at his seating chart. He had us escorted to a table damn near in the middle of the large restaurant, and I helped her with her seat. I glanced around, she wasn't the only black person there, but she was the only female one with a white escort. The waiter approached, and I ordered us each a glass of white wine, and an appetizer. I checked out the menu, and was very glad I worked overtime this week.

Not wanting to look cheap, I ordered a nice porterhouse, with baked potato, after she ordered some fish dish, which I saw listed costing as much as my steak. It was hard, but we finally started a conversation, and I do think the wine helped. By the time our entree showed up, she was even smiling. I found out more about her, her childhood, where she went to school, and her likes and dislikes. I too described my life in brief, as we then ordered dessert. After that, I received my bill, and kept a straight face, as I handed out my Visa card. Looking at my watch, as I signed the receipt, I asked "So, anything else tonight? Maybe a movie? A club?"

She smiled, "Well, I do have classes tomorrow morning early, how about I take you up on it for this Saturday evening?"

I smiled back, I was rather surprised as I said "Sure!"

We exited, she actually placing her arm in mine, as we walked out. Once outside, waiting for the valet with my Firebird, she said "Did you see that man in the brown suit, his wife had the beige dress on? Three tables from us?" I nodded that I had, and she added, "That is my boss, Mr. Jacobs, where I'm an intern this semester, one of the largest law firms in town."

I chuckled, as my car pulled up, the kid hopping out of the drivers seat, as I helped her inside. "Wonder what he'll say tomorrow."

Went around and got in, as she said "Oh, I'm not working until Thursday." She then turned and smiled at me, saying "But I'm sure he won't say much to me."

I had her home in less than twenty minutes, and got out and opened the door. Saw people on their porches, staring at us, as I walked her up the porch. She reached for the knob, but it opened on it's own, as Miss Emma stepped out, saying "Well, good to see you two didn't kill each other." She stepped back, as I chuckled, and Shontell blushed, entering by her aunt.

I said "Well, I have to be going, need to work tomorrow."

I wasn't expecting it, but she turned and gave me a light kiss on the cheek, saying "I'll tell you tomorrow more about Saturday night."

Smiling, I said "Okay." And said good-bye to both her and Miss Emma, before turning and leaving. I could hear Miss Emma starting in on one-thousand questions, as I went to my car. The old man across the street saw me, waved and shouted "Hey Andrew, how you doing?"

I waved back, saying "Okay Mr. Kemper. Have a nice night."

Next day was hell. Leroy and his buddies were all over me like flies on shit. Miss Emma and Shontell neither was home when I delivered the mail, but the whole neighborhood was in a buzz about last night. And when I got home, my best friend Mark called, after hearing the news that I was out on the town with some black chick. He sounded a bit disgusted, until I told him she was a law student.

Thursday was better, things die down fast in this town, usually since because it's so damn big, another 'scandal' rears it's ugly head on a daily occurrence. I also seen Miss Emma, who gleefully told me that Shontell was looking forward to Saturday night. I smiled, drank my iced tea, and went on my way. Friday, she gave me the message to be there to pick her up about seven Saturday, as she was going to be gone most of Saturday.

I was a nervous wreck Saturday. Couldn't do anything right. And to top it off, everyone in my office and her neighborhood knew I had a date with her. I did ask Miss Emma what I should wear, and she said casual. It was relatively warm out, so once I got home and showered, I pulled on a good pair of jeans, and a polo shirt. I arrived at her house just before seven, and was invited in. Again, everyone on the street was on the porch watching, must be show time.

She met me in the living room wearing a knee-length skirt and a halter top, which barely held back her bouncy breasts. Miss Emma caught my gaze, and just shook her head in mock disgust at me, as I smiled back at her. She said she was ready, and we strolled out to the Firebird, me being the gentleman, opening the door for her to let her climb in. Once I was in and started up, I asked where too, and she told me the name and address of some club off of Market. I had heard about the place, usually good blues act performs there on Saturday nights. And this night there was a very good one, as I soon found out.

But the place when we entered! All heads turned, and looked our way. I was surprised the authorities weren't called, was sure a few acted like they got whiplash. We found a table for two against the wall, towards the rear of the place. We listened to the music, drank, and during the act's breaks, we talked. She actually smiled the whole damn time. Guess she's warming up to me.

The performance was over at midnight, as we left arm in arm, heading to my car. As we drove back to her Aunt's place, she placed her hand on mine, and squeezed it. I turned, and she smiled at me, about giving me a hell of a woodie. Once at her place, she said "Why don't we go sit on the porch?"

I smiled, as I got out and followed her up. Her aunt has one of those glider type lounge chairs, and after she turned off the porch light, we sat down on this, my left arm across the back of her neck, and hand resting on her upper arm. She pushed her body up against mine, and I decided I might as well give her a kiss on the cheek. She giggled, turned her face to mine, and our lips met. Oh man, I was in heaven, as we frenched right there on the porch, not caring if anyone saw us or not. She broke our kiss, only to turn around, and lay up against me, facing my face, and then wrapped ere arms about me, and we started exploring each others mouths once again. My hands roamed her back side, as I felt her big breasts pressing into my broad chest.

She then broke the kiss, and hugged me, the side of her face against mine, chin resting on my shoulder. "Oh Andrew, how about we go back to your place?"

She said it a bit too loudly, and we quickly found we weren't alone. A booming female voice from inside, behind the screen in the open window behind us, calls out, "Good idea, let me go get my purse."

Shontell got a pained look on her face, just before she said "Shit!"

I was having a hard time keeping from laughing, as I said "Mmmm, maybe we better not be moving so fast." She looked at me, and I winked at her, making her smile devilishly.

Kissing my lips, she said "Oh alright." She stood up, pulling me to my feet, and we embraced, just as Miss Emma came out through the door.

She looked at us, asking "You two goina take me with you?"

Shontell smiled, saying "Sure Aunt Emma, let's go see what Andrew's apartment looks like."

I sighed, as I followed the two women to my car. Shontell decided it was best if Aunt Emma sat up front, not much room for an older lady with a very big butt to sit back there. As we pulled away, with the engine roaring, she said "Whoa boy, now you behave yourself while you drive," She wagged her finger at me, "I ain't up for no speeding about town."

I'm laughing, as she started in about my car, and how racy it is. Seems like before she was pushing me towards her niece, now she's being a bit apprehensive. Being late at night, we had no traffic, and we were at my apartment in no time. I rent a one-bedroom apartment, part of an older single dwelling home that was renovated and divided up into four units. Mine was on the back part of the house, and upstairs.

As we walked up the steps, Miss Emma was saying loudly, "Lord almighty, these are some steps!" She's definitely out of shape, "You must be rather strong to climb these everyday." Shontell rolled her eyes, as I unlocked the door, and they followed me in as I turned on the light. "Damn boy, don't you ever clean this place up?"

Shontell defended me, "Now Aunt Emma, he really wasn't expecting to be entertaining guests this evening, were you Andrew?"

Smiling I replied "No ma'm, um, would you like a cola Miss Emma?"

She smiled, as she sat down in a heap on my couch, saying "Sure thing Andrew, with lots of ice." Shontell sat down in my recliner, I glanced her way, and she nodded yes, as I went into the kitchen, in plain view of them both. I heard Miss Emma say "Oh will you looky there."

Glancing over as I pulled the ice tray out of the freezer, my silver striped tom cat made an appearance, "That's Silver, he's about five years old."

Shontell leaned down, and he went right to her, as she then picked him up. "I love cats." She said, snuggling up to him.

I came back with Miss Emma's cola, and handed her it, then handed the other to Shontell. She smiled up to me, and scooted over, inviting me to sit with her. It was cramped, but we managed, as Miss Emma asked "So, this is your apartment."

Okay, what she leading too. "Yes it is Miss Emma, been here not too long after I got into the postal service."

She looked my way, "Mind if I look around?"

I shrugged, "No, go ahead. There's my bathroom," I pointed to the door on the right, then to the door on the left, "And there's my bedroom. Neither are very big." She got to her feet, and carrying her glass, she walked over to the bathroom, as Shontell and I watched with amusement.

She found the light switch, and turned it on, and entered and looked around. Her face had a look of bewilderment, as she went about looking here and there. Then she came out, and went into my bedroom, and turned the light on in there as well. She was in plain view, and looked about the room. Shontell said loudly, "What�s the matter Aunt Emma, never seen a white boys' bedroom before?"

She looked at her niece, and glared, saying "Hush you mouth, child. I'm just looking to see what type of man this guy is." She went out of our sight, adding "You�ve never let me see your other boys places, so I want to get a good look!"

Shontell whispered into my ear, "You don't got any girlie magazines in there, do you?"

I snickered, before answering softly "Yeah, bottom drawer in my dresser." I pointed to the dresser, which was in sight.

Shontell smiled, saying loudly, "Aunt Emma, Andrew says his porno collection is under the mattress, if you want to look through it." I about died.

I started to say something, but she put her finger to my lips, as we then heard her lifting the mattress, and exclaiming "There ain't no magazines here!"

Being a smartass, I said in a mockingly serious voice, "Damn, someone must have broke in and stole them all."

She stuck her head out around the corner, saying "Now don't you joke around with me, boy." She then came out, stepping towards my bathroom, saying "I've got to go potty, think your fast driving got my bladder working too fast."

She closed the door behind her, as I just shook my head, as Shontell kissed me on the cheek. "You are a smartass, Andrew."

I kissed her lips, saying "Thank you."

Softly, she said "Pick me up Friday, after you get off. Over at the main library."

I smiled, and kissed her again. The toilet flushed, and soon she was coming out, heading for the couch. She was sitting down, when she started in on giving me the third degree. "Boy, you've a nice place here, but you ain't planning on living here forever, are you?"

Uh-oh. Don't want to reveal too much here, now do we? "No Miss Emma, I'm thinking of moving into something bigger next year."

"Uh huh, " she said looking at me sternly, "And where at, may I ask?"

"Oh, I've a few options available." I replied, leaving it at that.

"How long you been a mailman Andrew?"

"Five years, was in the Marines before that, served a tour in Vietnam."

"Yes, that's what Leroy told me." Damn Leroy! She took a drink, "And you've no folks?"

"No, just a couple of Aunts, and three Uncles, they all live over in Indiana."

She furrowed her brow, and said nothing. She then finished her drink, and started to stand, saying, "Well, we've got church tomorrow. Better get home and get some sleep."

Shontell sighed, as we stood as well, and followed her aunt out the door. Going down was a bit rougher than coming up, as I helped her down the steps. Earning brownie points, I'm sure. She was quite chatty on the way back to her place, as we passed different points, she would talk about the history of them. Soon I had them home, and I got out with them, going up onto the porch. Miss Emma said "Well, I'm calling it a night." as she unlocked the door, and walked on inside.

Shontell smiled, hugged me, saying "This isn't how I wanted the evening to end."

Whispering in her ear, I said "I'm sure we'll have more evenings to share." I kissed her forehead, adding "I'll see you Friday." She smiled, kissed me back, and we broke apart, me heading for my car. Got in and waved, as I drove off. It was two-thirty in the morning, and I was whipped.

I worked Sunday, did parcel delivery, and Monday was heavy. Tuesday I was off, went over to Indiana to take care of some business, and to see my best friend Mark. The first thing he said when he seen me, was "So, how's your little black girlfriend?"

I smirked, "Just fine, how's Susan?"

"She's doing okay, she's wondering if you'll bring her over to visit."

"How about Friday night?"

He was stunned, "Well, okay, I guess, I'll ask Susan." Susan is his wife of seven years. We've all known each other since grade school, and she has always been trying to set me up with one girl or another. Now I may be bringing one over to visit this coming Friday, and she's not white. Should be interesting. The rest of the visit was cordial, he kept asking me questions about Shontell, and I would answer them the best I could. I left him about three, heading back across the river.

Getting home, I found a note on my door from Shontell, wanting me to call her. I did, and Miss Emma answered. It was hell getting Miss Emma to stop talking and to get Shontell on the line, but finally she had nothing more to say, as she handed the phone to her niece.

"Hi babe, you were by."

"Yeah, I heard it was your day off, you have every Tuesday off?"

"No, my days off rotate, next week it's Wednesday, following week Thursday." I held my breath, "You wanted me to call you for something?"

"Yeah, what you doing tonight?'

"Noting, why?"

"Well get dressed into something nice, my friend Cathy and her boyfriend are going out, and they want us to come along."

Yeah, right. "Okay, how nice?"

"Something like last Saturday, okay?" She then paused, "Oh, and bring the Firebird, they'll be riding with us."

Being smart, I replied "Can't they ride in the back of the truck?"

She laughed, "Maybe next time we take Aunt Emma." I heard Miss Emma ask her what that was about in the background, as she said "Be here in a half-hour? Aunt Emma's making dinner before we go."

I said okay, and hung up. Showered, and got dressed, then was on my way. Dinner was great. Miss Emma cooks damn well, as we had pork chops, mashed potatoes, green beans, corn, home made bread, and chocolate cake for dessert. Of course, during the meal, Miss Emma was doing all the talking, questioning actually. And I did all the answering. I also kept praising her on the fine meal she prepared, getting more brownie points.

By seven we were done eating, and sitting in the living room, when the doorbell rang. Shontell got up from her seat next to me, pulling me up as well. Opening it, two figures came in, Cathy, who I met at the concert, and a rather big man. He stood about five inches taller than my five-ten frame, and about fifty pounds heavier at about two-seventy. And it wasn't fat! Sure don't want to get him mad at me.

Shontell did the introductions, "Andrew, this is Simon Florning, he's Cathy�s fianc�. And of course, you met Cathy at the concert."

Smiling, I reached out, offering my hand to Simon, "Hi there, pleased to meet you."

He didn't say anything, just reached out and tried breaking my hand. I just smiled, squeezing his just as hard, as Cathy scowled at him. He broke the grip, and stepped back, as Cathy asked "You guys ready?"

Both girls were wearing jeans, as Cathy wore a black blouse, and Shontell a white one. I said "Yeah, we are. My car is in front." They went outside, and I got into the lead, saying "The ladies can crawl into the back." I opened my door, and Shontell climbed in, as Simon let Cathy in on his side. Cathy is same size as Shontell, although smaller in the breasts.

As we pulled away from the curb, Simon said "Nice car, man."

"Thanks, just got it a few months back." I replied.

The girls were chattering away, about one thing or another, as he then asked "Where you work?"

"Post office, I'm her Aunt's mailman. Been there since I got back from Vietnam five years ago. Where you work?"

"I'm in management, at the brewery. In charge of deliveries."

"Been busy this year?" Yeah, make small talk.

"Somewhat, about two-percent higher than last year. I've been with them since sixty-seven. Was going to U of L and received my BA four years ago, and was promoted to this position."

I said "Great, that's pretty damn good. I'm sure it pays well."

He pointed to a drive, and I pulled in. He was loosening up now, actually smiling. We piled out, and headed for a door. The place was a bit shabby looking for my taste, but what the fuck. Entering, we were met inside by a bouncer, who was taking a cover charge of a dollar each. I paid for Shontell and I, after Simon paid, and we followed him in. Yeah, dark as night, and I ain't talking about the lighting. Simon grabbed a table right in the middle of the joint. The place was big, maybe about a hundred tables, and a dance floor and stage, plus a long bar. It was about half-filled, as I took a seat, as Simon said "Bet you've never been in here before, huh?"

I snickered, shook my head, as I saw Cathy elbow Simon in the ribs, "No, pretty sure I haven't."

Simon and I sat next to each other, as he ordered beers for him and I, and the girls ordered wine. After an hour of talking, he started to order another round, but I said "Um, I'll just stick to one, let me buy, and I'll have a cola." He looked at me funny, "I don't drink that much, especially when I'm driving that Firebird, stands out like a sore thumb to the cops, it says 'Stop me!'"

He broke out laughing, and agreed with me, deciding he would just get a soda as well. Then we got onto my favorite hobby, as he asked "What you do for fun?"

"Oh, not much, really, I fish..."

"What? Hell so do I! Where you go?"

"Pretty much wherever we feel like." He looked at me funny, as I said "I've a old friend over in New Albany, him and I usually go every Sunday, if he can get away from his wife." Oh, what the hell, "You want to go?"

He smiled broadly, "Sure, you got a boat?"

"Yeah, a twenty-four foot bass boat, bought it when I got out, keep it in the barn over in Indiana."

Uh-oh, Shontell heard that, as she stopped talking to Cathy and asked me "You've got a boat in a barn?"

Simon kind of looked worried, as I said "Well yeah, there isn't anyplace for me to keep it at the apartment."

"Oh." She had a puzzled look on her face. "Um, who's barn?"

Well shit, might as well give some more info out about me. "I guess it would be my barn. Part of my Dad's land I got when he died before I headed into the marines."

She had a hurt look on her face, "You didn't tell me you had land in Indiana!"

Simon saved my ass, "Did you ask?"

He winced as Cathy elbowed him. "Well, I didn't think it was important?" Yeah, that might work. Maybe she'll leave it be.

"How much land?" Oh well, nice try.

"Not sure." Dumb answer, you moron.

"What you mean you not sure?"

I wasn't paying any attention to anyone but her, Simon and Cathy, when I heard a voice from behind me, "Hey white boy, why you with the black bitch?"

Well, not the way I wanted out of this, but what the fuck. I turned, and found the second biggest black guy I've ever seen tonight. I smiled, "Because she's probably a better date than your sorry black ass." Hey, I was pumped, having a discussion with Shontell that was going nowhere, and thankfully this idiot stepped in to change the subject, as he threw a right, which landed hard on the table, guided by me, as I brought my right fist down on his elbow joint, shattering it. I stood, grabbed the dumbass by the back of the neck, and brought his face to table level, as I saw Simon move behind me.

I heard him telling someone to back off, as I said to the guy, who was moaning in agony from his busted elbow, "Now why don't you tell the young lady that you're sorry for calling her a bitch." No response, as I grabbed the hurt elbow, and twisted. Yeah, there's a response, an ear splitting scream. Lifting him to his feet, I threw him towards the dance floor, his body landing in a heap. I sighed, turned to Shontell, "Sorry, guess he wasn�t ready to apologize." Simon was now back in his seat, roaring with laughter. Shontell had a shocked look on her face, and Cathy had her face in her hands. I looked at Simon, asked "What? Was that bad protocol?"

He's laughing harder, I notice two guys going over to the idiot on the dance floor, and helping him towards the door, screaming in pain. I asked Simon, "They ain't going to call the cops on me, are they?"

He just shook his head, and started to get up, saying "Come on, we better get going."

I stopped him, "Hey, let's not go on just a little disagreement."

He shrugged, saying "Ohhhhhkay."

He picked up his soda, and took a gulp, as I said "Oh, and thanks for watching my back."

He smiled, "No problem, I enjoyed what you did too Kelvin anyway. He always was throwing his weight around this place."

"Think there will be anymore trouble?"

He chuckled, "Nah, you showed everyone that you one tough bastard. No one will mess with you here." He looked at the girls, "You ladies okay?"

Shontell, in a shocked voice, said "You broke Kelvin's elbow."

Simon answered her, "Shit Shontell, he could have killed Kelvin, if he really wanted too." Well, not sure about that. "Besides, he deserved it, he interrupted your conversation with Andrew here."

I looked at him, with a disgusted look on my face, and he just chuckled. I turned to Shontell, and took her hand in mine, and said "Well, yeah, since you are interested, I'm down to about five hundred acres scattered about Floyd, Clark and Harrison Counties." Shit, wonder if she caught that 'down to' part?

"Down?" Yep, she did. Why don't I just be quiet?

"Well, I sold some earlier this year, that's how I bought the Firebird." Good answer, that's using your head.

"Oh." Well, at least she isn't complaining about me busting the guys arm. "So, your barn is on a farm?"

Simon blurted out "Most barns are, aren't they." Another elbow in the ribs from Cathy, "Woman, why you doing that?"

Cathy sternly looked at him, "Simon, you leave Shontell be!"

"Shit, she's asking poor Andrew all sort of things, he'll tell her more about him in good time." Thanks Simon, but I don't think she'll listen to you.

"How much land is the barn on?" See, what did I just think?

"Oh, only about a hundred acres. I'm thinking of building a house on it." Her mouth was hanging open, as I added "You want to go see it? Maybe you want me to build the house on it for us." She had that stunned look on her face, as I heard Simon exhale loudly, as Cathy elbowed him once more. I looked at him, and chuckled. I then turned back to Shontell, saying "We can go see it Friday, my best friends wife wants us over for dinner anyway. Is that okay?"

"Um, yeah, of course." She was still stunned. Uh-oh, Simon and I both seen the cops come through the door at the same time. We fell silent, as they looked around. They soon picked me out in the crowd, which really wasn't hard to do, and walked our way. Oh shit, I don't need this.

Shontell saw our gaze, and looked over her shoulder, quickly turned back facing me, with a worried look on her face, saying "Oh shit!" rather angrily.

The two cops stopped at our table, as the one, about my age, looking at me, asked "You guys know anything about some clown out in the parking lot with a busted elbow?"

Well shit, Simon started to say something, but I stopped him as I said "Yeah, the elbow was following the fist aimed for me." I tried not smiling, as I added, "Guess his aim was off, huh?"

The older one snickered, "You have ID?"

I pulled out my wallet, and then my drivers license out of it, as Simon said "Hey man, what he says is the truth, we weren't looking for no trouble. That dumbass Kelvin just didn't like Andrew here dating a colored chick." He pointed towards Shontell.

The older officer turned to the table behind him, asking them. "What they say the truth?"

It was a couple in their thirties, and they nodded their heads yes. He looked back at us, and he motioned to the younger officer to give me my ID back, saying "Very well, we'll take care of it."

They turned and left, and the girls exhaled loudly. "Man, you one lucky dude.", Simon stated.

I just smiled, and shrugged, as Shontell got back quickly on the conversation, "So, we're meeting your friends Friday." It wasn't said warmly.

Simon saved me, "Why not girl, he met us tonight?"

That shut her up, and was I glad. Simon and I chatted away for three more hours, the girls on the other hand, were seething. Finally, we left at midnight, and drove to Miss Emma's. Simon and I shook hands and I told him if he wants to fish, to have Shontell give him my phone number. I'm sure he would be calling me. After Cathy and Simon left, we sat on the glider on the porch. "Well babe, I got to go home and get some sleep."

I was surprised when she snuggled up against me, I thought I was dead meat as far as this relationship went. She held my hand, as I hugged her tightly, "Andrew?"

"Yeah?"

"Were you kidding me?"

I knew what she meant, "About what?"

She turned her face up to mine, saying "About you building a house for us?"

I bent forward, kissing her luscious full lips. Oh man, my one-eyed monster is stirring. "No, I wasn't. I guess I did mean it."

She smiled, a tear in her eye, as she kissed me again, before breaking, and getting to her feet, saying "Come, you got to get home and get some sleep!" I stood, and we hugged, kissed each other good night, and I headed for my apartment.

Next day was interesting, Of course, Leroy and the others already heard about the clown commonly known as Kelvin. Talk about harassing the shit out of me! And of course, my supervisor heard about it, and I was called into the office. Management was a bit worried that a racial thing would happen, but I assured them that there was nothing racist involved. At least not on my part.

In my morning section, I stopped at a florist, and ordered flowers for Shontell, having them delivered at her Aunt's home. Miss Emma greeted me later, Shontell hadn't seen the flowers yet, but the whole fucking neighborhood has. I just shook my head in amazement, as I sipped Miss Emma's iced tea, before getting on with the rest of my route.

Once I was home, Shontell called me up, and had me pick her up for dinner. Actually, both her and Miss Emma, as I took them to a buffet across the river in New Albany. No one said anything stupid, this is good. And Shontell didn't ask me anything more about my property. After returning to her place, we sat on the glider, and held each other. The weather was turning cooler, for Kentucky anyway, and we ended up going inside to watch the tube with Miss Emma, with Shontell and I on the couch, laying down, with her in front of me, her head resting on my bicep as we sort of watched the shows that Miss Emma wanted to see, while playing touchy feely under the blanket she threw on us, after saying 'I don't want to watch you two carrying on!'

I definitely made sure I got a good feel of Shontell's big breasts, squezing them gently, until she turned her face to me, and smiled, giving me a kiss. I headed home after the news, with a very hard erection. Miss Emma saw it when I stood, and just rolled her eyes and shook her head in mock disgust. Shontell saw me to my Firebird, and kissed me good night.

Thursday, I tuned Leroy and the boys out, getting the route done, and heading to the gym for my workout. Got home, and Simon called, wondering if I was fishing this weekend. I told him to let me call him back. I called Mark, he said sure, so I called Simon, telling him to meet me at my apartment early Sunday morning at four.

Then Shontell called, and asked me if Simon called, which I told her he had. She then asked what time we were leaving Friday, and I told her I would pick her up at four-thirty if that was okay. No problem!

Friday dragged, it always does when I'm anticipating something big. I picked her up in the truck, first for her, as she climbed into the three-quarter ton Chevy, and we headed across the river. We were at Mark and Susan's by five, and immediately, Susan took control. After introducing the rather reserved Shontell, she invited her into the kitchen to help finish getting the meal ready, as Mark and I went into the living room, and watched a bit of the baseball playoffs.

And of course, the first thing he did was say "Damn, Andrew, she's damn good looking."

I laughed, "Yeah, she is at that."

He had a sly smile on his face, as he asked "So how is she in the sack?"

I laughed, "We haven't gotten that far yet."

He looked at me shocked, "You're joking, you mean you haven't even touched her?"

"Oh, we've done some touching, but that's about it." I looked to make sure the women were still in the kitchen, before I said "I'm just seeing how it works. Don't want to commit to sex with this one, not yet anyway."

His shocked face was priceless, as I then said "Oh yeah, her girlfriends fianc�e Simon will be fishing with us this Sunday."

He woke up, "Okay, what's he like?"

"Big and black!" I said with a laugh. "So better be on your best behavior."

"I'll bring the beer." he replied with a smile.

Susan came into the room, "You boys ready? I've made pasta and meat sauce, with plenty of bread sticks."

We stood and followed her into the dining room. Susan and Mark are both my age, and they've been together since grade school. Been married since 1969, and are finally thinking of start having kids next year. Their house is very nice, four bedrooms and two baths, so that's taken care of. Susan is about five foot, long blonde hair, and thin. Not much of a chest. Which was probably why Mark was ogling Shontell's tit's during half the meal. Afterwards, Mark and I went back into the living room to shoot the shit, as Shontell volunteered to help with cleanup. I was happy to see she was getting along with Susan, as they were talking like long-time friends by the time we were done.

The ladies were finally done, and we all talked for about two hours, before I mentioned I do have to work tomorrow, as we finally got on the road back to Louisville about eleven.

On the road to her home, she said "Susan's nice, I like her." I smiled, glad she had a good time. "Mark is okay, kept staring at my tits though."

"Who doesn't?" I chuckled, getting a playful swat from her. "Besides, can you blame him? You seen what Susan doesn't have."

She smiled, saying "Don't be cute, Andrew. Us women can't be held totally responsible for what our bodies develop into."

I reached over, and grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "Glad you had a good time."

We were soon at her house, and as she got out, I promised I would be around tomorrow after work. I accomplished this. And got rewarded by mowing Miss Emma's yard, then doing some house repairs. Cleaned her gutters, repaired a screen, and did some minor plumbing work. We ended the day on the couch, snuggled under a blanket, playing touchy-touchy again, after a fine dinner made by Miss Emma.

Simon was right on time the next morning, as we climbed into my truck and headed for the barn. He was a bit sleepy, and he nodded off on the way. Mark met us at the barn, and Simon woke up, took a look, and under his breath, said "Holy shit." I just smiled. The barn is an old bank barn, and as we got out, Mark got out of his Bronco, saying "Hey, you must be Simon." They shook, as Mark said "I heard you two had some fun the other night."

Simon chuckled, "Andrew had all the fun, I just made sure he didn't have any extra dance partners."

Mark laughed, then suggested we pull the boat with his vehicle. We agreed, and we moved our fishing gear to his Bronco, hooked up the boat, and headed west towards Patoka Reservoir. As we pulled away, Simon commented, "Nice barn, Andrew, how much acreage is this here?"

"Oh, about a hundred." I answered.

Mark chimed in, "Yeah, he sold three parcels of about fifty acres each down the road earlier this year."

"No kidding, you sold it? You must have made a bunch of money, this close to New Albany."

Mark looked at me, "What was it Andrew, about three an acre?"

I was about to answer, when Simon said "Wow, three hundred an acre!" I chocked, as Mark laughed, Simon staring at us both, from the front passenger seat, then the light went off in his head, "Three thousand and acre?"

I nodded my head, "Actually, it was two thousand, four hundred an acre, the total was just over three-hundred fifty grand."

Mark opened his mouth, "And he's working on selling another hundred."

I smirked, then smiled, as I said "I think you can see why I didn't really tell Shontell anything. After all, I have had quite a few offers from other ladies wanting to know me a little bit better."

I grunted, "Yeah, I can see that."

Mark had a bad look on his face, I saw it, and asked "What?"

"Well, seems Susan was telling Shontell a lot about you the other night."

My heart sank, she didn't even let on, as Simon said "Oh man."

"Okay, listen guys, Mark, you didn't tell me that, all right? And Simon, don't mention a thing about it to Cathy, you know how those two are. We'll just pretend that I don't know she knows."

We all laughed, as we drove on. Fishing was great, Mark brought plenty of beer, and we caught a ton of fish. Simon reeled in about forty crappie and bluegill, beating Mark and I by about five or six. We returned late to the barn after stopping and picking up ice, then cleaned the fish and packing them in coolers.

Got back to my apartment at seven, long fucking day. Simon thanked me profusely, and drove off with his cleaned fish. I called my new woman once I ate, saying I would see her tomorrow night. All week that week, we would meet for dinner, one night we went out with Simon and Cathy, and Thursday night we went out with them and Susan and Mark. The ladies all three hit it off very well. And no, she still hadn't a clue that I knew Susan told her about my finances.

Friday night I picked her and Miss Emma up at six, and we went and ate in Clarksville. Well, it was interesting. We ended up having a similar episode like the one at the club the previous week, but no arms broken this time. Some dumbass confronted me in the bathroom, wanting to know why I brought two nigger whores to this fine establishment. I think his face smashing into the sink sort of gave him my answer, which is because I CAN!

I exited the bathroom and went to my seat, smiling all the way. Once seated, Shontell asked what that loud noise was, and I just shrugged. Mr. Anal Retentive came staggering out, clutching his bleeding face with one hand, and in the other holding a few teeth. Shontell looked at me with a stern face, saying "You know, you really got to stop doing that."

I put a surprised look on my face, raised my hands, and asked "What?!" The guy's wife went rushing to him, and they headed for the door, with the manager following right behind.

I smiled, and Miss Emma, who was totally in the dark for a moment, looked at what was going on, then at me, and just shook her head, saying "You young men, always out to prove yourself." She went back to her meal of baked fish and scallop potatoes, as I just chuckled.

Once we were alone, Shontell ripped me up about the incident, telling me to keep my cool a bit better. When I told her what he said, she just replied "Well, you could of just knocked him in the gut, instead of knocking his teeth out." I wanted to say that the sink did that, not my fist, but oh well.

The weekend was good, even though I worked Saturday. We were together most of the time, I even slept on Miss Emma's couch for the night Saturday. Sunday, after Miss Emma returned from church, she had me working about the house. I gladly did it, it was a warm October day, and Shontell and I worked well together, me doing the work and she supervising.

We repeated the previous week, except for Friday night. That night, we had Simon & Cathy and Mark & Susan over for dinner at my place. Plenty of food and drink, especially the drink. Neither Simon or Susan drank, so they were able to drive their respective partners home at about finally midnight. And I still had to work the next day. Plus, Simon, Mark and I made plans to go to Lexington for a college football game Saturday night.

Once everyone was gone, I was stumbling around, when Shontell asked "What are you doing?"

"Hunting for my car keys, so I can take you home."

I was looking in the kitchen, found them on the counter, right where I left them, and said "Here they are, you ready?" Turning around there was Shontell, naked as the day she was born. Now this was really the first time I've seen her nude. We've been feeling each other up for the last month, but have yet had the chance to see what each other had underneath our clothes. She was walking towards me, and when she was within arms length, we reached for each other, pulling ourselves together. At that moment, I realized we weren't going anywhere.

Now I was also pretty smashed. Simon brought plenty of beer over, and it seemed Mark and I drank most of it, so I probably wouldn't have gotten far driving her home anyway. And she wasn't much better, as we helped each other staggering towards the bedroom, my hands playing with her round tits. We fell onto the bed, kissing each other as she ended up on her back. I worked my way down her body, I was sucking her nipples they expanding in my mouth, making her sigh, and say "Oh yes, Andrew, suck my nipples!"

My right hand was on her pubic mound, searching for her slit. Her legs parted, and I worked a finger into her hole, my thumb on her large clit, rubbing it softly. Her hips started to buck. She was dripping pussy juice, as my finger slid in and out of her hot, tight pussy. I wanted a taste, as I left her breasts, kissing lightly on the way down. At her snatch, her wiry pubic hair guarded her paradise, as I worked my tongue through the heavy matting.

"Oh Andrew, god, no one's ever done this to me!" She moaned. Say what! Well hell, that's a surprise, as I licked her slit, from top to bottom. Her body stiffened, as she came "OHHHH YEESSSS, ohhhhhh myyyyyyy, shiittttt yeahhhhh." She damn near broke my nose, grinding her hot cunt into my face, her hands on the back of my head, forcing my tongue harder on her clit. I didn't stop licking, my tongue working feverishly on her box, enjoying her musky scent, as I soon had her coming again as she screamed out, "Oh gooddddd yessss, Ohhhhhh!"

She was very vocal, but I really wasn't paying much attention anymore, just lapping her juices, and swirling my tongue about her twat. I got her off twice more, before I stood, and lowered my pants and underwear, and then took off my shirt. She had a glazed look on her face, as she smiled, staring at my hanging erection.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, "I thought you white boys were suppose to be small."

I chuckled, climbing back on the bed, and laying next to her, my fingers splaying her pussy lips apart, as we kissed. Our lips seperated, and I asked "You want it inside of you?" Her eyes flew open, and she rolled onto her side facing me, and reached for my cock. Hmmm, something ain't right here. "Okay, we don't have too. I enjoyed licking your hot pussy, that was a good enough of a treat for me."

She smiled, and kissed my cheek. "Thank you Andrew."

She sighed, still tugging on my thick, throbbing meat. If she doesn't watch it, it'll blast off any moment now. "Hey babe, were you serious? I mean, was this the first time any man gave you head."

She had an embarrassed look about her, saying "Yeah, my other boyfriends always wanted me to suck their pricks or jerk them off, and that was it." She smiled, "Seems all the black guys I've been with never wanted to make me feel as good as you just did."

Without thinking, I asked "I take it they couldn't get you off through intercourse as well." Oh shit, it hit me, as I looked at her, she had that 'ooops' look on her face. Shit, she always sucked the guys off so she wouldn't have to fuck them. "Um, you never went all the way, have you!"

She raised her finger, "Just one time, when I was seventeen. The bastard took three strokes, and was done." She laid her head on my shoulder, adding "Shit, with all the mess he made, I decided from then on, only oral until the right guy came around."

I chuckled, "I would like to be the right guy."

She smiled, as she sat up, leaned towards my meat, and swallowed it all. Her mouth was now riding up and down my shaft, and I was very happy that she had lots of practice. My cum was boiling in my balls, and it didn't take long for me to grunt and splatter her tonsils. She took it all, swallowing every drop, before sucking the remnants out and cleaning my pecker of any stray globs of cum. She then rejoined me at my side. I reached down, grabbed the covers, and pulled them over us, quickly falling to sleep. I heard the faint whisper from her mouth, telling me "You are."

Not sure what woke me up, but when I did, I had one hell of a shock. The clock read six-fifty, and I had to be in work in less than forty-five minutes. Shontell was curled up against me, as I woke her up, saying "SHIT! I'm going to be late for work!"

She raised her head, looking at me a bit stunned, as I grabbed a clean uniform and pulled it on. She looked like she had a hell of a hangover, which wouldn't be a surprise, as she did drink quite a bit last night. I didn't bother with breakfast or taking anything for lunch, as I grabbed my keys, and came back into the room, saying, "Here's the keys to the Firebird, you can use it to get home." I bent over, kissing her lips, and headed out the door. I was at work with a minute to spare, and clocked in, getting to my case, and started working away. Thirty minutes later, my supervisor called Leroy over, and the next thing I knew, he was at my case, laughing his ass off.

I turned, "What's so fucking funny?"

"That was my wife. Miss Emma called her to have me tell you, Shontell can't drive a stick."

Oh shit. I just shook my head, and went to the phone, calling up Miss Emma. I found she did know how to drive a stick, and asked her if she could go over and help her. Turns out, Cathy showed up at my apartment, since Shontell called her as well. So between Miss Emma and her, they taught her how to drive a manual transmission while I worked.

I finally got home, finding Simon, Cathy, Mark, Susan, Shontell and Miss Emma waiting for me. They all laughed at what happened, as Mark, Simon and I left for the game, and the girls saying they were going to take Miss Emma out with them for dinner before returning to my apartment to wait for us guys to return.

At midnight, we pulled up behind my apartment, and got out. We could hear music from my apartment, as I said "Oh shit!" underneath my breath. I really don't want my neighbors to bitch about any loud parties, as us three guys raced up my steps. I unlocked the door, and opened it, and stepped inside. The music was loud, the lights were all on, and the sight we seen, wow! The girls obviously had a little party. Seems they had a pajama party, sort of. On the couch, Susan was sprawled out, wearing just a night shirt, no panties, her pale, hairless twat in plain sight for all three of us guys to see. Cathy was on one of the recliners, passed out as well, wearing what I found out to be one of Simon's old football jerseys, the front hanging down low enough that her left breast was peeking out. And Shontell, she was curled up on the floor, wearing one of my shirts, her legs pulled up to her chest, her bare ass visible to all.

Simon and Mark chuckled, as I went and turned off the stereo. Not a one stirred, all three were dead to the world. There was an empty pitcher on the coffee table, and three empty drink glasses. I could see the blender sitting on the kitchen counter, as Simon went over, picked up the pitcher, and said "Whew, smells like the girls imbibed in some rather strong liquid refreshments."

Mark went over and shook his wife's shoulder, she just mumbled and rolled into a fetal position, not even waking up. He stood up, and sighed, as I found the empty fifth of rum. "Hey guys, I don't think they'll be waking anytime soon." I said, as I showed them the empty liquor bottle.

Simon just smiled, and shook his head, asking "Well, now what?"

I thought for a moment, then said "Help me get Shontell into the bedroom. The couch is a sofa-sleeper, so we'll unfold it, throw the other two on it, and I guess you two get the recliners." They looked at me funny, as I added "Or we try carrying them to your cars and you get to drive them home and try getting them into bed on your own."

Mark chuckled, as he went towards Shontell, "Well, lets get her up then."

I joined him, as I reached down, and rolled her onto her back. Damn, what a sight! That's when I noticed her pussy, she shaved it! Well, most of it, she left a small triangular patch just above her slit.

Mark seen it, and asked "How come she didn't shave all of it and just left a triangle?"

Simon laughed "She wanted it to point to her hole, to give Andrew here a directional sign."

They both laughed at me, as I told them to fuck off. I got behind her, and lifted her up underneath her arms. Mark grabbed her legs, and lifted as well, and we carried her into the bedroom and laid her onto my bed. She rolled back into a fetal position, and was now snoring away, I don't even think she woke up while we moved her. Exiting the bedroom, Simon helped Mark move his wife to the other recliner, and I set about opening the couch up to a bed. Once opened, they carried her and laid her onto it, as I went and got blankets for the four of them. As I opened the closet, I heard Simon stammer out "Holy shit!"

I turned and asked "What!"

He looked up, as he cradled his woman in his massive arms, "Well, she wasn't shaved this morning."

I chuckled, "Well, nor was Shontell."

We both looked at Mark, he smirked, "Guess they wanted to try a white thing. Susan always keeps hers cleanly shaved."

Simon chuckled, and just shook his head, as he laid the sleeping Cathy down on the bed, next to Susan. I threw each two blankets, one each for their mates and one each for their own use, as I said "Good night, I'm sure they'll have plenty to tell in the morning."

I partially closed the door, as I heard Simon and Mark discussing their partners attire, or lack there of. I was exhausted, as I stripped down to nothing, and crawled in next to Shontell. I was hoping she wasn't going to get sick on me, as I curled up next to her, my arms draped across her body.

I was woken up by the phone, ringing loudly in the next room. I only have one phone in the apartment, and it's on the table next to the couch. And since I was just woken up from a sound sleep, I didn't even think about my being bare ass naked, as I jumped out of bed, and rushed into the living room, my morning wood swaying in the breeze. Cathy had the phone to her ear, saying "Hello?" Then seeing my hanging meat, her eyes popped open, saying "Oh my god!"

That's when I remembered they were there, and I wasn't really dressed for company. Simon was awake, as was everyone else, as I reached down, grabbed his blanket, and pulled it off of him, wrapping it around my waist, trying to hide my stiff cock. Susan giggled, and whispered something into Cathy's ear, as I grabbed the phone from her.

"Hello."

"Andrew, it's Miss Emma. Was that Cathy?"

I chuckled, looking at Cathy as she crawled over to Simon with her blanket, and sat on his lap, curling up and staring at my waist. "Yes Miss Emma, she and Susan slept on the sofa bed, while Mark and Simon slept in the recliners last night." I grinned, as Susan got up, blanket around her body, and strolled towards the bathroom. Shontell came out wearing just my shirt, and was heading the same direction.

They smiled at each other, both hungover as all get go, as well as Cathy, as they both went into the bathroom and closed the door. "Well, is Shontell there?"

I heard someone behind the door throw up, Simon chuckled, and Mark got a worried look on his face, "Yeah, she's in the bathroom right now."

"Well, I was wondering if she was going to make it to church with me today?"

"Um, I better let you talk to her when she gets out of the bathroom." I heard some more vomiting, and I made a face. Cathy whispered something into Simons ear, giggling as she did, and he smiled. He looked at Mark, and grinned, giving him the thumbs up sign. Now what the hell is that all about? The bathroom door suddenly opened, and Shontell came strolling out, and took the phone.

"Hello Aunt Emma.....What time is it?..." I looked at the clock, it was almost ten, "No, I don't think I'll make it....huh?....Well, why don't we just all go on a picnic?....yeah, call Bruce, they might as well join us....Where to?"

She looked at me, and I just shrugged, as Susan came out, still wrapped in her blanket, and climbed onto Mark's lap, kissing him and snuggling up against him. Mark stated "The barn."

Not a bad idea, as I said "Yeah, we can have it at the barn, at least we know we'll have a place to go if it rains."

She smiled, and said into the phone, "Aunt Emma, have Bruce and Monica meet us at your place, we can have it at Andrew's farm.....yeah, there's a large barn." She listened, and then smiled broadly, before saying "That'll be fine, we'll pick you up at twelve-thirty."

She hung up the phone, looked at me, holding the blanket around me, and said "Go get dressed, you look silly wrapped in a blanket." She then turned to Susan, "How's your morning sickness?"

Morning sickness? I turned to Mark and Susan, "Oh shit! You guys?!?!" Susan smiled, and Mark grinned, as I went over and shook his hand and hugged Susan, giving her a kiss, which she returned.

So, after we all got dressed, we parted company for the time being. Well, the picnic was a huge success to say the least. I met her brother Bruce and his wife and kids, who enjoyed playing in the barn. Everyone had a good time, and Miss Emma was beside herself, taking it all in and just commenting away. I was sure that she would be telling everyone in Louisville about the days activities. The day ended late, with me finally dropping Shontell and Miss Emma off at their place at about eleven. But I didn't leave until almost midnight, as Shontell and I snuggled on the couch, our arms holding each other tightly.

I was all smiles the next day, even with the community report from Leroy. Dinner was at her place. As a matter of fact, it was every night that week. My day off was Thursday, and I met her for lunch, before and after which I did some shopping. Oh, and of course some more work around Miss Emma's place. She sure does come up with the list of chores.

Sunday night, at the diner table, I handed her a box. A very small box, and when she opened it, she started crying. A nice ring, I thought. No idea why the hell she was crying over it. And Miss Emma? She was on the phone in seconds, telling the world. The week was the proverbial blur. We had dinner with Simon, Cathy, Mark and Sue three nights that week, making plans for a wedding, which we set for the weekend between Christmas and New Years. Now I figured she wanted to wait for the consummation on our wedding night. Boy, was I wrong.

She called Friday morning, waking me from a deep sleep. It was my long weekend, and I had planned on fishing. At least, Simon, Mark and I had. We discussed it two nights before over dinner. The plan was for us to meet at the barn, and head to Patoka for some fishing. We didn't care that the temps had plummeted somewhat, as it was now the second weekend of November, the temp in the low forties at night, barely into the low sixties in the day. And rain, of course. But the phone call. Her classes were done at three, and she wanted me to pick her up at Aunt Emma's at four. The only other thing she had to say was for me to dress nice. Very nice. My best suit, at her insistance.

I hadn't a clue. I rose and dressed, after a good, healthy dump, shave and shower. Just sat around the apartment for the most part, not doing a thing, except listen to the stereo. Simon called at two, and when I told him I was meeting Shontell in a couple of hours, he snickered. A light went off, as I asked "Okay, what's up?"

"Well, guess I was calling you to say I can't make it fishing." was his reply.

I replied "Uh-huh, why am I suspicious."

"Yeah, how about next week?" was his reply.

Okay, I'm not stupid. "Cathy's there."

Simon laughed, saying "Sure, that'll work, pal."

"Shontell has plans for me, any idea what?" Hey, I'm trying.

"No, no, I have to go somewhere with Cathy Sunday morning."

I laughed, "Okay, thanks for the info."

"Yeah, I'm sure you'll have fun without me." was his reply. And he started laughing. As he hung up, I heard Cathy in the background, telling him to not get carried away. Why do women do this?

I hung up my end, and sighed. Am I doing the right thing? Am I getting cold feet? Probably I could answer yes to both questions. So, I sat, and waited. Went and climbed into the firebird at three-thirty, heading to Aunt Emma's. Pulled up to the curb, and went on up to the house. Knocked and Miss Emma answered the door. Yeah, she had that look that all females have when there's a secret, as she said "Come in, Andrew. She's getting ready to go."

I took a seat on the couch. And waited. Seems I've been doing that a lot today. She finally came down, and smiled when our eyes met. Dressed in a strapless black dress, her cleavage was astounding. And her hair, she had to have had it done sometime today. All dolled up and looking fine. I stood, and she came to me, where upon we kissed. Damn, sparks. I asked "Where too?"

"You'll see." She took my hand, saying over her shoulder, "See you Sunday evening, Aunt Emma."

"Take care, child." She replied.

Sunday? As we were walking down the sidewalk, I asked "Um, Shontell, what about a bag. Aren't you taking clothes?"

Mr. Ricks from across the street waves from his porch, yelling out "Have fun, boy." Well, nice to know everyone knows.

Shontell smiled and waved to the man, as I opened the door for her, and she climbed in. I went to the driver side, and got in, and she leaned over and gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek, saying "We won't be having much time to be wearing any clothes."

Damn, was that the engine throbbing to life, or my cock? All I asked next was, "Where too?"

"Cincinnati." was her reply, adding "A hotel downtown."

No talking the whole way up I-71, as I drove through the traffic of first Louisville, then Northern Kentucky as I crossed the double-decker bridge two hours later as we crossed the Ohio entering Ohio. I asked for the hotel and the address, and she calmly replied "Hyatt, downtown." I got off at the first exit, and as she read off directions, we were soon pulling up to the front. We got out, met by a valet, who took my keys and gave me a card.

I took Shontell by the arm, and I asked "Well, this looks nice."

She smiled, not saying anything as we walked into the lobby and towards the desk. Once there, a stuffy looking young bastard eyed us suspiciously, as Shontell said "You have a room for us. Under Jacobs and Jacobs. My name is Shontell Wynn."

He suddenly got real friendly, saying "Yes, Mrs. Wynn. Your room is ready."

She signed some form, and after he handed her the room key, we headed for the elevator. Once on it, as we rode upwards, I finally snickered, saying "Mrs. Wynn?"

She half smiled, half frowned, looking very damn cute while doing it, saying "I wasn't about to explain. Oh, and thanks for not clocking him upside the head for his attitude."

I chuckled, as we got off the elevator, and we were met by a concierge. Shontell did the talking, and we were shown to a door. Entering, I guess you could say I was astounded. Three room suite, and rather large. There was a clock on the stand next to the couch which read six-thirty. She looked at it, and said "We've ten minutes before our guests arrive."

"Guests?".

She turned, and wrapped her arms about me, our lips met for a few seconds. I could feel my cock throb up against the fabric of our clothes, and she broke the kiss, her hands on my chest, as she looked into my eyes. God, what beautiful eyes! "My future employer and his wife will be having dinner with us here." A knock on the door, and she added "That should be the concierge. Get it, will you dear?"

I chuckled, "Sure thing, Mrs. Wynn." She turned her brown face my way, smirking as she giggled. I went to the door, letting in the concierge and three other hotel workers. They wheeled in some carts, and set up some chairs. I took a seat on the couch, as Shontell had disappeared into the bathroom, probably touching up her lipstick, I suppose, after our romantic kiss had done a good job of smudging it.

A knock at the door aroused my attention, and I stood as I looked that way. An older man, late fifties, slightly over weight, a good six inches shorter than I, and a woman of the same age as he. Dressed to kill in a satin blue dress.

I smiled and approached them, saying "Mr. & Mrs. Jacobs?"

He stuck out his hand, and I shook it, saying as another cart was wheeled in. One with a couple of bottles of wine. "Yes, you must be Andrew Irion. I've heard so much about you."

Keeping my smile, I noticed the way he had said it had a rather comical tone to it, as I then shook the hand of his wife. She smiled, saying "You recognized us from Brown's, last month."

With a grin, I said "Yes, I did." I let go of her hand, and showed them to the couch, saying "Shontell is freshening up."

"Shontell is here, Andrew." Was the voice I heard from behind me. I smiled, seeing her approach, and shake the hands of the older couple. She then said "Well, the table is set up, would you mind taking a seat." She moved to one, and I helped her move her chair in, as she quipped "I'm sure Andrew must be famished as I."

I just smiled, waiting for Mrs. Jacobs to be seated, before taking my own. A server appeared, and poured some wine for all of us, and soon a salad was presented to us as well. The meal went on. And the conversation was interesting, as the older couple asked us many questions. Mainly about my scholastic and military background. I found him to be a vet of World War two, seeing action in Germany. And I was not surprised when he rattled off my military record. Just an average record, really. And of course, the talk of our upcoming wedding, of which of course, I said they were to be invited. The two ladies talked at great length about the wedding, as I was to find out that Shontell had lots of things planned already.

After dessert, we were offered a fine cognac, as we retired from the table, letting the staff remove it as well as the carts and chairs. Shontell and I were seated on one couch, they on another, as Mr. Jacobs announced "I suppose you were wondering why we have you two here, Andrew."

I didn't show emotion, as I said "In part due to you offering Shontell an entry level position."

He smiled, raising a hand and said "Providing she passes her bar exam in the spring. Which, I am sure she will." He smiled, adding "I'm hoping she fits in nicely in our firm. She'll be our first female lawyer, you know."

"No I didn't." I responded, doing my best not to add she would probably be their first black lawyer as well. No need to ruin the evening. "And there's something else, I suppose."

He raised his eyebrow, a bit taken back. Then he chuckled, "I've heard a lot about you, young man. You've an uncanny sense of observation. Not to mention some strange ways of making friends at bars and restaurants." Shontell fidgeted slightly. Not much, just enough for he and I to both notice, making him smile, as I did the same. "So, what makes you think there's something else?"

I chuckled, "She's been offered a position in your firm. A entry position. No firm would go to all this trouble for that. Even if she is they're first black or first female."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Shontell glare at me. But I ignored it, as I saw him smile, and reply, "You are correct. There is some business that I would like to discuss with you."

Let's cut through the chase, "What parcel are you interested in, sir?"

He laughed, shaking his head, and folded his hands in front of him, and said "You are quick to figure things out. Okay." He stood and went to the door, opened it, and picked up a briefcase, and returned to the couch. Opening it, he pulled out some papers. He then handed them to me.

A contract, and I started reading. Didn't take long for me to figure out what for. "Oh yes, the New Albany property." I smiled, raising my head and looked at him, "My great-grandfathers corner lot. Is it to be a law office? Or are you a go between?"

His face was serious, as he said "Both, actually. What would you want for it?"

"I haven't had it appraised in a while." I turned to Shontell, asking her "What would you think?"

She replied quickly "I'm not an appraiser."

I looked over the paperwork some more, asking "Was this the only parcel?"

"Yes, a drop in the bucket of the eight-hundred fifty-seven acres you now own." He said.

I exclaimed "I've that much? I must have miss-counted somewhere. Thought I was closer to five hundred." I then asked "I know it doesn�t matter to me, but what is to be put in there."

He cleared his throat, and said "We're going to put in a satellite office, and offer some suites for rent."

"How about twenty percent above the amount of an appraisers estimate. Oh, my choice of appraiser." I said, while still looking over the paperwork.

He said matter of factly, "You sure you're just a mailman?"

I let go of a hearty laugh, saying "I'm to build her a new house, I'm going to need some money." I saw my bride-to-be smile at that comment.

He showed no emotion as he countered my offer, "Five percent, above the average of three appraisers."

"Fifteen and you pay appraisers fees." I replied. I turned to Shontell, saying "You will be writing this down, correct?" She rushed for her purse, digging out a pen, and grabbed the contract from my hands, looking over it quickly.

Mr. Jacobs smiled, "Very good Andrew. But how about ten, and we split the appraisers cost."

I sat back, smiled, and said "Okay."

He grinned, "You seem to handle negotiations well, young man."

As I shrugged my shoulders, I replied "I get by.", wondering if I did well or not. But, the lot in New Albany, I had no use for it. As a matter of fact, if truth be known, I had been thinking of getting rid of it anyway.

He stood, as did his wife and I. Shontell did likewise, still writing details down. "Shontell." She stopped writing, as he looked at her and said "Send down the signed contract with the addendums by lunch tomorrow, and we'll have it notarized." He offered his hand to me, and we shook, "Good doing business with you, Mr. Irion."

"Likewise, Mr. Jacobs." I escorted them to the door, and out they went. Later I found them to be in the next suite, but at the moment, I didn't care, as I shut the door, turned around, and exhaled hard.

Shontell came over, and we embraced, as she said "Well, that was interesting." She kissed my chest, and went on to say "I suspected you would handle yourself well."

We kissed, and I was to say the least, very pumped. I easily scooped her up in my arms, and carried her giggling and squirming body into the bedroom. I lowered her to the bed, and I was on top of her, kissing her passionately. But she stopped, saying "Hold on."

I rolled off, and she got to the edge of the bed, and turned to face me. She reached behind her back, and unzipped her dress, pulling it down to reveal her luscious body, now clad in just a matching pair of lacy white underwear. She went to the closet, and hung her dress up, and pulled a white robe off, tossing it on the chair next to the bed, saying "That'll be about all I'll be dressed in until Sunday morning."

Oh, the grin on her face, so sexual, and so devilish to boot. I sat up, taking off my sport coat, and handing it to her. She went to hang it up, as I stripped off my shirt and pants, which she dutifully retrieved and hung up as well. My pecker was making one hell of a tent in my briefs, as she returned to the bed, sitting on the edge, before leaning over my topless torso. I put my hands behind my head, as she leaned down, kissing my lips. I reciprocated her action by opening them, allowing our tongues to meet, and tickle each others ivory's. Her body eased over on top of me, still clad in bra and panties, as we tried our darndest to suck the air out of each others lungs. her breasts felt good as they pressed down into my chest, as my hands went to her back, easily undoing the clasp.

Her snatch was on top of my boner, and she was grinding her hips down onto it, a soft moan escaping from her hot mouth into mine. I pushed her up, breaking her kiss, as she sat up on my erection, as I removed her bra. Oh yeah, what nice globes, as I grabbed them both, kneading them softly. She smiled, her eyes like slits, as I worked her flesh with my hands, before puling her down so my lips and tongue could get a taste of her hard, dark brown nipples.

A sharp gasp was heard, as I sucked hard on one, then the other, all the while, her hips bucking slow and gently on top of my straining cock. A cock that was wanting a taste of what she had to offer. But she surprised me, as she moved down my body, using her left hand to pull my briefs down just far enough for my cock to spring free. She giggled, as she gripped it, tugging on it playfully, before wrapping her dark, full lips about the head. I groaned, as I smiled and leaned my head back. This lady does a great job of sucking cock, and I was thoroughly enjoying it. I felt her fingers of her right hand stroking my nut sack, as she bobbed and weaved her heed, sucking my cock with vigor.

And it didn't take long for me to reward her with long, thick ropes of my cream, as she gagged at first, when the first blast scalded her tonsils. Her brown throat bulged with each mouthful she swallowed, four hard spurts in all, as I emptied my balls into her wanting mouth. As I laid there, satisfied at her oral pursuit, she released my semi-hard tool from her mouth, and laid down up against me. My right arm rested underneath her shoulders, as I patted her head, giving the top of it a soft kiss, saying "Thank you."

She giggled, saying "You're welcome."

Now, for my turn. I sat up, pushing her over onto her back, as I went down to get between her legs. I took her panties, and she lifted her legs, letting me slide them off her body. Oh my, paradise. I lowered my face down, inhaling her scent, and my probing forefinger found her wet already, as I slipped it into her hole. She sighed, as she turned her face to the side, a smile on her face, as I went to work on her clit. My tongue slid up and down her slit, her pussy lips opening as they puffed out even more from the rush of blood in her body. I feasted on her honey, savoring every lick, as I worked her hole with finger and tongue, as well as her large, pink clit, until her body seized up and she exploded, coming hard as more and more of her secretions glazed my face and fingers.

It had been a sight to watch, as her stomach muscles contorted as she shook violently from her sexual high. And her chest was now rising and falling rapidly, a glaze of sweat between them, shining in the soft, low light from the nightstand. I worked my way up, my tongue kissing and licking her hot flesh, her sighs and moans were exciting me greatly, as I finally reached her great tits. My cock, now back inside my briefs, which I had pulled up when I went down on her, was hard once more. And now it was time.

I got up on my knees, and pulled my briefs down, and then sat on my hip to get them off of my body. Her eyes were open, showing signs of anticipation and lust, as I regained my position, the head of my cock sliding up along her soaking wet slit. I was pushed up on my hands, as I felt the head enter her. AS I slid on in, she groaned, my cock stretching the walls of her snug cunt out, feeling her pussy tremble was erotic as hell, as I bent my head down, placing a kiss on her lips.

It was the start of a long, slow fuck. At first with me laying on top of her, her firm, young breasts pressing into my chest, as we kissed and held each other tightly. Then, I sat up on my knees, drawn up along the sides of her hips, as I sawed my cock in and out of her tight hole. We watched together, her up on her elbows, legs wrapped about my mid-section, as my pinkish white cock plied her dark brown twat. And I could feel her body getting tighter, signaling her impending orgasm. And when it did, she wrapped her arms about my neck, pulling herself up, as she fucked me with her whole body, mashing her breasts into me as she wailed out, announcing her sexual bliss to all. I groaned, as I shuddered, my cock spewing forth it's seed into her hole. Our first mutual cum, first of many, I was sure of that.

We rested like that, with me ending up sitting cross legged, her impaled on my cock, as she squeezed her vaginal muscles to keep me going. We kissed and explored each others upper body with hands and mouth, knowing that nothing gets better than this. Eventually, I took her twice more that night, both in the missionary position, before we collapsed under the covers, for a good, long sleep.

And Saturday, we had breakfast, lunch and dinner brought in. As well as the notary for when I signed the paperwork, sending it on to Mr. Jacobs room. As I signed it, she asked "How much you think it's worth?"

I smiled, "We'll be lucky to get forty thousand."

"Will that be enough for a house to be built?" She asked.

"It's a start. Depending on what you want built."

She just smiled, as she took care of sending it off to her future boss, returning to initiate more sex, starting on the couch, before moving on into the bedroom, where she had me take her doggie-style. This was a memorial ride, as I rode her hard for forty minutes, her body shaking uncontrollably underneath me. I was surprised she never collapsed, as she would cum and cum again, before finally, with both of us, sweating profusely, I filled her once again.

We moved into the shower, where we tenderly washed each other off. After dinner, and with a bottle of wine, we snuggled together on the couch, naked under a blanket, as we were now content for a good day of making love. As we went to bed, late at night and full of the good wine, she sucked me to hardness, where upon she climbed on board and she rode me to a fine climax for her, before sleep finally over took us.

Morning came too soon, as did check out. By then, we had done another round of loving, before showering once more, getting dressed in the same clothes we arrived in, and heading off to home. The wedding was six weeks later, a wonderful, sex filled six-day honeymoon spent in Miami followed that. And then, we started our life together.

That was thirty years ago. Both of us have been retired for a few years now. We also have grandkids from both our son and daughter, and we still live in the house I built for her on that acreage with the big barn, which is still standing. As for Aunt Emma, I built her a place next to ours, where she lived her remaining years, finally passing away at the age of eighty-five. She enjoyed her new home, but not as much as she enjoyed taking care of our children, as well as Simon and Cathy's, who I sold a five acre plot next to ours, and Mark and Sue's.

As for the passion between us? Well, we just spent a good time in the barn, just Shontell and I. We have been making 'escapes' there for years, letting go of our sexual desires. Spending an hour or more at a time, we would drive each other to orgasmic bliss, replaying the memory of so many romantic interludes over these many years.

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