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 Author: Milliford Jones
Title: The James Norton Saga - "girls" 001
Universe: Passions (of the Perverted) Series: The James Norton
   Saga Summary: James is on the run back to the States.  He reconnects
with old friends and his first lover.
Keywords: MF,inter,nosex,romance
   Yes, it starts slow, but we know where we're going.
   [For (nasty) adults only]
   James Norton sat in the back of the economy section of NW503 from
Minneapolis to Kansas City on the last leg of his journey home.  As he
watched the lights of the city become more distinct, he reflected on his
past 10 years.  It had been that long ago when he had left his home in
search of himself and his life's purpose.  He had used his life savings to
travel across asia, seeking truth and, had he admitted it, corruption.  He
had found both in plentiful supply.  Now he was back, broke and broken. 
His spirit was bankrupt.  Guilt and self-hate ate at his gut.  Guilt built
on a foundation of eniormous sexual pleasure.  Because of this pleasure and
guilt, his faith had shrunk to a the size of a mustard seed.  He had no
hope and only $120 US left to his name when he landed at KCI airport.
   James got off the plane and walked blindly past security and the sparse
crowd of people waiting at the gate.  He went to the coffee shop, ordered a
latte and sat down, trying to think of what to do next.  He had almost no
money, had no where to go and no one to turn to.  His Mom had died while he
was in Thailand and his Dad lived somewhere in the Oklahoma.  They had
never been close enough to exchange Christmas cards, and he didn't even
know how to contact him.  His mother's family had been cold towards him
since her funeral.  They assumed wrongly that he didn't give a damn about
her.  The truth was he hadn't known she had died until over a month after
the event.  Now, at the lowest point of his life, he was all alone with
nowhere to go, no one to talk to and a huge lump of guilt buried in his
soul.
   He was so absorbed in his own misery he didn't even notice the black
couple who sat down at on the sofa across from him.  He didn't see them set
their cups down or notice the grin that slowly spread across the man's
face. He only looked up when he heard the man's booming baritone.  "Now,
that, Sharice, is my man, Jim.  He gets so deep, he don't even know when
his best friend sits down to a cup of coffee with him."
   James looked up to see one of the most welcome and familiar faces on the
face of the earth.  Bill Brandon.  His best friend through high-school,
college and his three years in the real world, before he ran off chasing
his soul, only to find damnation.
   "Bill?" he said.  "Bill Brandon?"
   "Hell, yes, it's Bill.  Goddamn, Jim.  Where you been and what are you
doing here?"
   "It's a long story, man.  And I'm here just because I didn't have
anywhere else to go.  My shit just fell apart and I didn't know what to do,
so I tucked my tail between my legs and used my last cash to fly home."
   "Well, you're here now, brother.  It's gonna be alright." James looked
into the eyes of his best friend and saw hope for the first time in months.
Still the guilt gnawing at his guts made him hesitate.
   "Man, I don't know.  I don't have any people here anymore.  No family.
I'm kind of at the end of my rope."
   "Bullshit, man." said his friend.  "You the cat who always preached
faith and fate to me.  How you think I just happened to be at the airport
to pick up my sis, just the exact same time and day you flew your sorry ass
back into town from Timbuctu or Tibet or wherever you been for the past ten
years."
   A veil seemed to drop from James' eyes.  "Maybe you're right." he said.
"Just at the lowest time in my whole life, I happen to meet up with the
best friend I've ever had.  Probably the only person I've ever known who I
can go ten years without seeing and feel like I just talked to you
yesterday."
   "You said it, bro." said Bill, extenging his hand.  "I feel the same
damned way.  Always have.  Always will."
   James clasped Bill's hand and it felt like a lifeline.
   "So you gonna stay with us till you back on your feet, right?" Bill went
on, nodding to the woman beside him, who James happened to really see for
the very first time.
   "Sharice?" he ssaid.  "My God, I'm sorry.  Hi!"
   "You better say hi," smiled Sharice.  "The boy who got my cherry better
say hi, hug me tight and kiss my hand like a knight in shining armour."
   "Say what?" said Bill.
   Sharice leaned in closer with a chaste kiss and James was amazed at how
beautiful she was, made all the more so by her familiarity and maturity
   "Oh yes," said Sharice.  "Your boy Jim, here.  He got your little
sister's pussy the first time around.  But, don't fret.  I was his first
too." Then she giggled softly, "Neither one of us knew what we were doing."
Then she looked james in the eye and said frankly.  "I've learned lots of
shit since then."
   She waited expectantly.
   James said nothing.  He just lowered his eyes, thinking about the things
he had learned, about sex and himself, and so much of bitter and dark. 
Bill was still in shock at this new revelation.  Sharice Turned to her
brother.
   "Don't look so surprised.  What was we supposed to do while you dropped
him off, then run off with your ho of the week.  You told us to get to know
each other.  And that's what we did.  Several times, in every way we could
imagine, till he got that wild hair to go off adventuring.  That was when I
started exploring the world of black dick you were always bragging about."
   "Well, I'll be goddamned." said Bill, finally.  Then he quickly shrugged
it off."Well hell.  If you would have had the sense to hold onto him
instead of getting yourself knocked up by that worthless nigger, Jordon,
you might have had a good life in front of you, 'stead of midnight runaway
escapes from a crazy mother fucker.  And Jim would have been here where he
belonged instead of getting fucked over about whatever.  And I would have
been layin' up with one of my "ho's", as you call them, instead of picking
up your sorry ass from the midnight plane."
   "Maybe," she mused, pursing her full thick lips and holding James
captive with her big brown eyes.  ''Maybe Jim and I both made some bad
choices in the past 10 years.  I went off and got my mind fucked by a
sunuvabitch who just wanted some pussy to put out on the street." Then she
added, "And you look like you got fucked up just as bad."
   "I can't argue that," said James.
   "Well, all that shit's over now, for both of you," James inserted,
upgrading the tempo of the conversation.  "You both gonna come home with
me, get some rest and start over again.  Only this time, both of you better
get it right, 'cause you bet I got my own business to deal with.  Now both
of you grab your shit and let's head home."
   With that, Bill stood up and headed out the door of the coffee shop. 
James grabbed his backpack and picked up the suitcase Sharice had brought.
Sharice smiled and took his arm and walked with him after her brother.  
  
The James Norton Saga Part Two - girls 001