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Father-Daughter Day

Copyright 2008 Kylie X. all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kylie_X/www/index.htm email:
Kylie.X.writes@gmail.com
Story Codes: M/f, Romance, First, Interracial, Pregnant
Synopsis: When sixteen year old Kylie's father is up for a promotion
at work, her mother decides to take advantage of the upcoming Father-
Daughter Day and gives the teen some worldly advice, never expecting
that her virginal black daughter would fall in love with a white man
old enough to be Kylie's father!


Father-Daughter Day
by Kylie X.




    "Kylie..."

    "Yeah mom?" I was passing through the living room on my way to the
kitchen for a little water before bed.

    "...Is your father taking you to work tomorrow?" Mom asked me,
reaching for my hand and pulling me just a little closer.

    "Yeah, I guess so." I shrugged, the way sixteen year old girls do.
"That Father-Daughter Day thing. Why?"

    "Sit down for a minute. I want to talk to you."

    "Uh, sure mom." I pulled some long black hair out of my eyes and
sat down next to her on the sofa.

    "You're getting so grown up now." She smiled and her soft brown
eyes were twins of mine. My mom is so pretty and I got lucky taking
after her the way I do.

    "Are you going to get me a car?" I smiled, only half teasing
because I really wanted one. I'd just gotten my license a month
before.

    "Well, you know..." My mom sounded like just maybe I would. "...It all
depends."

    "On what?"

    "You know your father's up for a big promotion at work, right?" My
mom looked serious and I was a little lost already.

    "Yeah, he said he probably wasn't gonna get it though." I said. My
dad worked for an insurance company.

    "Maybe not." My mom sighed. "They'll probably give it to a white
man, but..."

    "But what?" I didn't really believe they'd give a promotion to a
guy for being white, that was silly, but I knew my mom did. She was a
little prejudiced about some stuff.

    "...But I was thinking that sometimes all a man like your father
needs is a little bird whispering in the right ear." My mom smiled,
like I'd understand that.

    "A little bird?" I giggled.

    "A little black bird, Kylie." My mom said.

    "Uhhh...Okay." I shrugged.

    "Do you remember the company picnic last summer, on the Fourth of
July?"

    "Yeah." I nodded and I was trying to figure out how all of this
stuff was connected, cause it was making no sense.

    "Do you remember your father's boss, Mr. Cummings?" Mom asked me,
and she knew I would because that guy had been staring at me all
afternoon, and I'd told my mom about it on the drive back home.

    "Yeah, the old white guy who was watching me play volleyball." I
rolled my eyes and mom nodded.

    "He's not that old, but yeah, that's the one. He's the man who's
going to decide if your father gets the promotion or not." Mom told
me.

    "That guy?" I wrinkled my nose.

    "Mr. Cummings, that's right." Mom said. "Now, just maybe if you
were to see him tomorrow, you might be able to help your father get
that promotion."

    "I could?" My eyes got a little bigger as I looked at her.

    "Uh-huh, and if you do, I'll make sure you get that car you want."
Mom promised me.

    "Really?" I gasped and then laughed and then hugged her. "Awww
cool, mom! Thanks!"

    "Oh oh oh...It's not your car yet. Now listen to me." Mom pushed me
back gently. "It all depends on your father getting the promotion,
see? So you have to be very convincing when you talk to Mr. Cummings."

    "But..." I frowned. "...What am I supposed to say? I don't know
anything about insurance or any of that stuff."

    "I know, I know." Mom smiled. "You don't have to. You're a young
woman, Kylie, a very beautiful young woman that Mr. Cummings finds
very attractive."

    "He does?" I blinked at that and I guess I understood that part
alright. A lot of guys checked me out, but I ignored the old guys
mostly, and Mr. Cummings had just made me uncomfortable at that
picnic.

    "I know he does." Mom nodded. "And that gives you some power, do
you understand?"

    "No." I shook my head.

    "You remember when we talked about boys and sex and..."

    "Mom." I laughed. "I'm up on all that."

    "You're being careful, right?" Mom suddenly turned back into mom
and that was easy to do when it came to my non-existent love life.

    "Yeah, mom I'm still a virgin and everything." I teased her, but I
shouldn't have because mom gave me a hard look and I looked down. "I'm
not doing anything with anybody."

    "Okay, I know." Mom softened again. "But tomorrow..."

    "Tomorrow?"

    "...Tomorrow I want you to use what you have."

    "What's that mean?" I narrowed my eyes.

    "I mean there's a time and place to be a beautiful, attractive
woman." Mom said. "I want you to make good friends with Mr. Cummings,
very good friends."

    "I don't..."

    "Kylie, what I'm telling you is that it's okay to let him...Touch
you, if he wants to." Mom licked her lips and she was almost
whispering, like she was telling me a secret. "If he wants to kiss
you..."

    "You want me to let him kiss me?" I stared at her in shock. This
was the same woman who wouldn't let me hold hands with a boy from
school?

    "...You let him kiss you. You let Mr. Cummings do whatever he wants,
Kylie." Mom nodded.

    I swallowed hard and stared at her, feeling my stomach doing flip-
flops, but I had no idea what I was feeling emotionally.

    "While he's doing that, while Mr. Cummings is making friends with
you, just remember to tell him how much your father deserves that
promotion."

    "But what..." I cleared my throat. "But mom what if he wants to
touch me...down there?"

    "He will." My mom smiled. "He'll want to touch you down there more
than anything, believe me."

    "But..."

    "But you have to say no." Mom actually giggled. "You tell him that
he doesn't get to touch you there until you know your father got the
promotion, see?"

    "What if he wants to..." I swallowed hard.

    "Have sex?" My mom asked and I nodded slowly. "You have to say no.
Let him kiss you and touch you, but don't give him your virginity,
okay?"

    "Won't he be mad?" I asked.

    "No, Kylie, he won't be mad." Mom said. "Not if you do...Other
things."

    "Other things?" I didn't know what that meant.

    "There are a lot of ways to take a man's mind off what's between
your legs, Kylie."

    "Ummm..." I shrugged and smiled and I was lost. This was my mom, she
couldn't mean what I thought she meant. Could she?

    "I'm sure Mr. Cummings will be happy to show you." Mom said with a
smile. "Just keep your panties on."

    "What if he..."

    "He's going to understand perfectly, believe me. You're a woman
now, Kylie, this is what a woman does and men know it."

    "Won't daddy be mad?" I blinked as I had that unwelcome thought
all of a sudden.

    "We can't tell him about this, okay?" Mom took me by the
shoulders. "This is the most important part and don't you ever forget
it, the things we do for the men we love are secrets that can never be
shared."

    "Okay." I swallowed hard.

    "I'm serious. I've done a lot of things for your father, and your
grandfather when I was your age, and they can't ever know about it."

    "I understand." I said, but not totally.

    "Your father is a good man, he has a lot of pride and we're not
going to hurt him, right?"

    "Right." I drew a deep breath.

    "You just get some time alone tomorrow with Mr. Cummings. You have
some fun and make him like you, and get your father that promotion,
okay?" Mom smiled. "He's not a bad looking man anyway, is he?"

    "Mr. Cummings?" I shrugged. "He's white and kinda old."

    "He's white and older than you..." Mom laughed in agreement. "...But
white guys can be nice, believe me. Mr. Cummings will be nice to you
tomorrow and who knows, maybe you'll even like him."

    "Maybe." I said, but my tone was full of doubt and how would mom
know about white guys anyway, unless...No way!

    "So, you know rules right?" Mom asked.

    "Ummm..."

    "Number one, your father never finds out." Mom nodded. "And two,
you keep your virginity, that's important."

    "Okay." I nodded and I knew there was no way I was going to lose
my virginity to an old white guy!

    "Anything else is okay." Mom sighed. "You're not a little girl
anymore, Kylie. You're a woman and tomorrow you get to prove it."

    "And then I get a car." I grinned at my mom and she laughed.

    "Yeah, I said you would and you know..."

    "You always keep your word." I hugged her. "I love you, mommy."

    "I love you too, baby. Go to bed now and don't forget to brush
your teeth." She kissed my cheek and let me go.

=-=-=-=-=-={8}=-=-=-=-=-=

    I had strange dreams that night, like sexy dreams sort of, except
the man in my dreams was a white man and he was kissing me all over.
It felt really good though and I was still dreaming of him when my
alarm went off. I wanted to go back to sleep and just kiss him for
five more minutes, but I knew I had to get up. I was going to get a
car!

    I was pretty much grown by the time I was sixteen, which was weird
but really nice too. I just hoped I didn't grow too much more, except
maybe two or three inches taller. I'm five foot eight and I wanted to
be a model, but that's too short. I'm perfect every other way though
and when I started tenth grade that September a lot of the other kids
noticed, especially my boobs. They'd appeared like magic, or so it
seemed. One day I had little speed bumps, the next...Poof! I had like
the roundest firmest 34C breasts any sixteen year old girl could want.
People asked me if they were real, and they still do, that's how nice
they are.

    My hips never got very wide though, but I'm thin anyway, or lean I
should say, and kind of athletic without trying to be. I have a flat
tummy and narrow waist, a nice round pert butt that does magic tricks,
like makes men forget they're married, even though their wives are
right next to them. I swear, some guys follow me around the mall for
hours without seeing my face. It's almost embarrassing.

    And my face is pretty too. I have almond eyes, they're kind of
exotic, and high cheeks with a nice pouting mouth without the big fat
lips like a lot of black girls I know have. My dad has huge lips.
Thank God I take after my mom. My heart shaped face is definitely
pretty and I spend hours on my hair, that's one thing I'd love to
change about myself. I have to get my hair straightened or it just
kinks up into a big Afro and I hate that. I want straight silky hair,
but all I get is wavy, coarse thick black hair. It looks nice, but I'm
so jealous of white girls and their hair sometimes.

    Anyway, it was Father Daughter Day at the insurance company,
because they're like really big on family values and community and all
that. It was probably going to be totally boring, I mean come on! It's
an insurance company. Maybe if they built trampolines it would be
cool, but they just did paperwork all day. At least now I had a
purpose, and you know what? I did feel like a woman, albeit a very
young one, but my mom's little talk had filled me with something.
Confidence, I guess, or just a sense of self. If mom thought I was
mature, well, I must be. Right?

    I wondered what my mom had done to help my dad before this, and
her dad too, if I'd understood her right. I supposed she meant that
she'd done the same things I was going to try and do. Make friends
with someone and use whatever power being an attractive young woman
gave me to get what I wanted. That's what women did, mom had told me,
and I believed her. I already knew I could get a lot of stuff from
guys, from my dad, just by smiling and giving them attention. This was
just part of that and I didn't feel bad about it.

    I felt pretty nervous though, don't get me wrong. The more I
thought about what I was doing the more frightened I got. I mean, what
if I really screwed it up? I could make it so my dad wouldn't ever get
a promotion, or worse, what if Mr. Cummings didn't like me at all and
he fired my dad? That was a thought I really didn't want, at least not
on an empty stomach. I'd flirted with guys, with boys my own age, and
occasionally with older guys, just to be a tease with my friends when
we saw one checking us out. It was never serious and I'd only been
kissed a few times, but that was it.

    The really surprising thing though, seriously, was my mom. She'd
like totally made a left turn, a U-turn, and that was still pretty
freaky. Mom was always practical though, that's for sure. She ran the
house and when she wanted something, needed something, she got it and
if it took some sacrifice, you know, some extra time or effort, she
didn't complain. Mom just did it and I guess that's what we were doing
now. We needed dad to get that promotion, mom wanted him to get it
more than daddy did, so she was going to make sure it happened.

    I could understand that, our family's future was a lot more
important than my personal feelings about letting some old white guy
kiss me. I could always wash my face, right? Boys wash off, that was
going to be my new motto, I decided as I made my way from the bathroom
to the kitchen. I'd just thought that up too, which goes to show how
clever I can be at seven o'clock in the morning. Unfortunately, I'm
usually the only one who appreciates my agile wit; everyone else just
thinks I'm blonde inside.

    "Morning daddy!" I smiled at him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Morning mom."

    "Sit down, I'm scrambling some eggs." Mom said and she was always
there, every morning making us breakfast without complaint. She's
always been the best mom in the world.

    "Hey Princess." Dad smiled at me. "All excited?"

    "Uh, yeah." I laughed and glanced at my mom, wondering if she'd
said something, but she had her back to me while she cooked.

    "Good." Dad smiled, turning a page of his newspaper. "This will be
fun."

    "What are we gonna do all day?" I wondered, reaching for some
toast.

    "Oh...You'll get a tour and see the offices and have a lunch with
the president and...I don't know." He chuckled. "I guess we'll find
out."

    "I guess so." I shrugged, but honestly, it's an insurance company,
not Disneyworld.

    "You just remember to behave yourself." My mom said as she scooped
eggs onto my plate. "You're a young woman, not a child, so act like
it."

    "I will, I will..." I sighed, but only because I knew it was like a
secret message and I wanted to laugh.

    My dad had no idea what my mom was really telling me and for some
reason that made me tingle all over. We had a secret now, a woman
secret, and I was going to get my daddy that promotion. And get myself
that new car, I reminded myself happily. That was making me tingle a
bit too.

=-=-=-=-=-={8}=-=-=-=-=-=

    Sex!

    That's what I was thinking about as I rode with my dad to work.
I'd wanted to drive, but my dad told me he had an ulcer, whatever that
had to do with it. My driving wasn't that bad when I was sixteen, not
like he says it was. It's not my fault they make the roads too skinny
for normal people to drive on.

    Anyway, sex. We were getting closer and it was just really
starting to sink in that I was going to be flirting with a man. Not a
boy, but a man, and not flirting like shaking my little brown butt a
little extra at the mall, but flirting like face to face. A white man
too, old enough to be my dad, even a little older than my dad, like
forty maybe. That seemed seriously old to me, but kind of sexy too. I
mean...A man!

    A white man, how weird was that? I knew my mom and dad didn't want
me to have a white boy for a boyfriend, no way. The year before, when
I'd started high school I'd met a guy I liked a lot. He was white and
seemed to like me too, but when I told my parents they just about
flipped out and grounded me or something. I'm black, my dad had told
me, and I have to respect that. I had to have a black boyfriend and
someday a black husband and eventually black babies. End of story, no
more discussion.

    Now my mom was telling me to go ahead and flirt with a white man,
but only because it wasn't going to mean anything. I'd do what I had
to so daddy could get a better job and then wash him off. I giggled
and daddy glanced at me. Still, I thought, a white man was pretty
cool. He wasn't bad looking either, my mom had been right about that.
For being old like he was, Mr. Cummings had looked pretty good at that
picnic, pretty healthy with his sandy hair and blue eyes and broad
shoulders. He wasn't bent over and fat and all jowls or anything, he
was...Healthy.

    I just wasn't used to being stared at. That's what had freaked me
out at the picnic, the way Mr. Cummings had smiled at me all the time.
I would have been nervous if he'd been black or whatever, just cause I
wasn't all that used to it. I was older now, even if only a little,
and I was a woman. My mom had said so. I kinda hoped he'd look at me
like that again, and not just so I could get a car, but because, well,
it made me feel like a woman.

    "Do you think I'm dressed okay, dad?" I wondered, although it was
way too late to worry about it and daddy wouldn't know why I was
concerned anyway.

    "Yeah, you look great Princess." Dad looked me over real quick.
"How do I look?"

    "The same as always." I giggled, because it was true. My dad had
like thirty suits and they were all the same shade of grey. Only the
ties changed.

    I was wearing a skirt, not too short, but above the knees anyway.
It was light blue with pleats and made of some plastic stuff that was
supposed to be like silk. It was soft and nice anyway. A yellow
blouse, thin cotton and short sleeved with little white buttons,
nothing special. Some knee high white socks and my black Ponies,
leather shoes with half inch heels that I mostly wore to church. They
had little silver buckles and they were comfortable, but I mostly wore
my pink Skechers to school.

    My hair was tied back in a ponytail, but I was going to let it
loose once I could find a bathroom and a mirror. Mom had given me some
of her makeup too, secretly because my dad was sorta weird about me
and makeup appearing in the same sentence. It was just some red lip
gloss anyway, a little rouge for my cheeks, and mom told me not to use
too much because I didn't need makeup anyway. It was pretty cool
though and I couldn't wait to put some on. I know most girls my age
have a whole crate full of makeup, but I never did. Even now I don't
have a lot; it's just something I never really needed.

    I wondered if Mr. Cummings was married. Would that make a
difference to my mom? Maybe he was and she didn't know. I sure didn't
want to fool around with a married guy. Did I? I had to think about it
because if he was married, Mrs. Cummings would probably be old too,
unless she was one of those blonde trophy wives or something, like
that Playboy model who married that really way old guy. That was sick!
If his wife was old though and Mr. Cummings liked me more than he
liked her, wouldn't that be cool? Sort of, I thought, but I didn't
want to wreck anybody's home or anything. I didn't want to hurt
anyone. I just wanted my dad to get a promotion, make more money, and
buy me a car.

    "Hey dad?" I sucked my lips. "Does your boss have a daughter?"

    "My boss?" Dad looked at me because it was a weird question,
coming out of the blue like that. "Mr. Cummings?"

    "Is that his name?" I shrugged, playing all innocent and looking
out my window so my dad wouldn't see my face. I was always a really,
really bad liar.

    "Uh-huh."

    "I was just wondering because I remember him from the picnic, but
I can't remember if I met his daughter or not." I was thinking fast.
"So if I did, I sorta don't want to look like an idiot, you know?"

    "Well, you didn't." My dad chuckled. "He's divorced I think and
his kids are in California with their mom, so far as I know."

    "Oh." I nodded and then turned so I could give daddy a smile, my
lying was all done.

    "You're wondering if you'll know anyone there, huh?" Dad nodded
like he had it all figured out. "Don't worry, you're good at making
friends, Kylie. You'll be okay."

    "Yeah." I said. "Are we there yet?"

    "Not yet." Dad laughed and kept driving.

=-=-=-=-=-={8}=-=-=-=-=-=

    I saw Mr. Cummings halfway through our tour and he saw me too. My
dad had gone to work, like everyone else's dad, and turned us over to
some public relations woman, a Chinese lady or something, except she
had an accent like she was from Texas instead of Shanghai. There were
a lot of daughters, maybe forty of us, all children of the mid-level
executives and their secretaries who worked there. I didn't know any
of the other girls and I was one of the oldest ones there anyway. Most
of the girls were like twelve and thirteen, so I was pretty bored and
I figured all the other daughters my age had lucked out and gone to
school, probably knowing this was going to suck.

    That Mr. Cummings though, he was standing outside his office,
since there was a sign that said 'J. Cummings VP Analysis' on the
wall. I guessed he was talking to his secretary about something, but
he was looking right at me and I swallowed hard, fighting my urge to
look away and wishing my heart would slow down long enough for me to
catch my breath. I felt like I'd just run a mile uphill.

    I looked right back at him though, across thirty feet of carpet
and cubicles and short little girls. The tour guide was telling us how
the Analysis Department collected data from all over the world, and
they sorted it and catalogued it, and put it in a big mixing bowl with
some eggs and...

    Mr. Cummings stood up straight and I stood there with my hands
behind my back, sort of twisting on my hips a little, biting my bottom
lip. I didn't know if I was supposed to walk over and say hi to the
man, or if I should keep walking with the tour and let him think about
me for awhile. Or if I should just go ahead and pee my panties right
there because I was so nervous. I was supposed to be flirting with
him, acting like a young woman, and there I was posing like a little
girl. I caught myself, because I hadn't realized what I was standing
like that, and stretched a little, blinking and looking around and
then hurrying back to the group.

    I'd have to save Mr. Cummings for later, mostly because I didn't
know what I was doing.

    I didn't see Mr. Cummings the rest of the morning, not until it
was lunchtime and we were sitting in the cafeteria, which was really
like a restaurant, sort of, except different. The president of the
company was there, along with four vice-presidents and they all
introduced themselves and talked a little. The president made a short
speech about how nice it was to meet us and how important we were, us
kids, to the success of the company. I was lost mostly and I don't
think any of the younger kids could follow the man either, but we
smiled and swelled up a little cause we were important, and then we
had a nice lunch.

    They'd seated us at six tables, big round ones, and split us all
up so six or seven kids would sit with one of the executives. I think
the vice-president of marketing was supposed to sit at my table and
he'd been looking at me too, but he was a rather old and very round
black man and I ignored him. He wasn't my dad's boss, or so I told
myself, but the truth was I kind of liked looking at Mr. Cummings. He
was handsome, for a white guy, very handsome maybe even, plus I liked
the way he was looking at me.

    So when he sort of slid in between Marketing and the table I was
sitting at, offering his fellow vice-president a little apology and
ignoring the man's dirty look, I was pretty happy about that. Mr.
Cummings was going to have lunch sitting right across from me and with
six twelve year old rug rats to keep us busy nodding and smiling, it
was a perfect opportunity just to play little games with our eyes. I
didn't have a whole lot of experience with that, but I was learning
quickly and I was surprised by the things I was seeing, or thought I
was seeing in Mr. Cumming's eyes, which were every bit as beautifully
blue as I remembered.

    Actually I didn't remember them being beautiful at all, but now
that they were just three feet across from me, yeah...I liked blue a
lot. And blonde, which was what his sandy hair really was, kind of a
light brown blonde, straight and neatly combed and nice. White skin
too. I never thought I'd ever think white skin looked nice, but it did
on him, mostly because he still had a bit of a tan, I think. Just a
little coloring so it wasn't all pasty or even pale, but...Nice. A white
man that was old and attractive and sexy? Ouch! That's what I was
thinking. He was a sexy man and I wondered how come his wife had
divorced him.

    Maybe he liked to fool around. He sure liked to look, at least he
liked looking at me. Did he really like black girls that much? Maybe
he'd had a black girlfriend once. A mistress! He'd had a beautiful
black mistress, a young one that he spoiled with furs and jewelry and
kept in a penthouse apartment. He'd visit her at midnight and make
love to her until dawn. Then Mr. Cummings would creep back to his
sleeping wife and into her bed, pretending he hadn't been anywhere at
all.

    But Mrs. Cummings had found out! She's caught him sleeping with
his young black Mistress. She'd followed him one night and snuck into
the other woman's apartments and seen for herself the man Mrs.
Cummings loved. She'd spied him between that girl's ebony thighs,
kissing her and whispering soft sweet words in the dim light of the
moon outside their window. Mrs. Cummings had divorced him then,
quietly to avoid a scandal, and taken their children to California
where she sunbathed all day and wept all night, because she still
loved him very much.

    It was all clear to me.

    "Huh?" I blinked at the girl to my right and she was giggling.

    "It's your turn." She said, her green eyes laughing at me beneath
her red hair. She couldn't have been more than eleven, I thought.

    "For what?" I asked and I felt myself burning with embarrassment
because I'd been totally off daydreaming.

    "Say who you are." She said and everyone at the table was looking
at me and smiling, especially Mr. Cummings who had a real excuse
finally.

    "How old you are too." Another girl said.

    "Oh." I cleared my thought. "Uh, I'm Kylie and I'm, uh, sixteen
years old."

    "Hi Kylie." Mr. Cummings gave me a warm smile and his eyes were
locked on mine and I shivered inside, in my tummy.

    "Hi." I squeaked.

    "It's nice to meet you." Mr. Cummings nodded. "Very nice. And who
are you then?" He turned his smile on the girl to my left.

    "I'm Amanda and I'm twelve..."

    I picked at my food, wondering how I could have been acting so
dumb in front of a man I wanted to impress. He'd laughed at me, they
all had, and I wasn't feeling very much like a young woman at all just
then. Mr. Cummings didn't seem to mind though, he spent most of his
lunch talking with the younger kids because they all wanted to talk
anyway, leaving me alone to just smile and play Catch My Eyes with the
man. I'd stare at him and he'd look up suddenly so I'd look away and
I'd look up a minute later and we'd do it all over again.

    It wasn't all that much different from being at school, actually.

    And I still didn't know how I was supposed to do what I was
supposed to do. If I had visions of just walking into the man's office
and saying 'Here I am...Want me!' I was rudely awakened by the reality
of the situation. Mr. Cummings was a vice-president and obviously a
very busy man. He had a secretary who looked like she could beat down
Fifty Cent if he tried to sneak past her, and what excuse was I going
to make anyway? Not just to her, but to him? Get real! Whatever
secrets my mom knew about doing whatever it was that women did for
their men, she could have revealed a little more of them to me. I was
feeling a little lost.

    "Hi, are you lost?"

    "Excuse me? Oh!" I blinked at Mr. Cummings and he was smiling at
me as I looked for the restrooms.

    "Looking for the ladies room?" He asked and I nodded, afraid to
say anything.

    "It's right down there, on the left." He gestured and smiled.

    "Thank you." I smiled too and looked down but my feet didn't want
to move.

    "Come on, I'll walk with you." He said. "I can use a little water
on my face maybe."

    "Really?" I asked, not understanding what he meant.

    "You know, I'd never guess that you're just sixteen, Kylie." Mr.
Cummings told me as we walked slowly together.

    "Um..." I smiled at that and cast him a sideways look. He was tall,
about half a foot taller than me and I thought that was pretty nice.

    "I'd think you were at least eighteen, maybe even nineteen." He
said. "You're very mature."

    "Thank you." I swallowed hard and I knew he was talking about my
body, because the way I was acting would have put me grade school.

    "Your boyfriend must be a very happy young man."

    "I...No..." I giggled self-consciously. "...I don't have a boyfriend."

    "Really?" He sounded genuinely surprised. "If I was your age...Well,
you don't want to know."

    He was chuckling and I felt warm all over, inside and out, because
I did want to know what he'd be like as a high school boy. I'd have
bet Mr. Cummins had been a serious hunk at sixteen. He was a hunk at
forty, believe me, and I wondered why I hadn't noticed any of this
before, at that picnic four months before. I hadn't changed that much
growing from fifteen to sixteen, had I? My body had changed overnight,
but my view of the world? My outlook on men? It didn't seem possible
but I remembered all too well the resentment I'd felt at his unwanted
stares, now I was dying to have them. The longer his eyes were on me
the happier I was.

    "What if I do?" I asked softly and for a second I couldn't believe
it and then I was really hoping he hadn't heard me.

    "You want to know?" He asked and his voice was soft too. "I'd love
to tell you, Kylie. Here we are."

    He stopped walking and I looked at the restroom door.

    "Will you wait for me?" I asked and I had no idea what I was doing
and I was glad the bathroom was right there because I was going to
throw-up.

    "If you want. I'll be right here." He promised.

    "Okay." I smiled pausing with my hand on the door as I looked into
his eyes and then I was going to puke.

    My tummy was all in knots and that lunch came right up, I swear. I
didn't know why, except that I was obviously more nervous than I'd
ever been in my life. Frightened too, probably, but it was a good kind
of fear, I thought, like I was afraid that I was getting what I
wanted, except I wasn't sure what I wanted. He was nice and Mr.
Cummings liked me just fine, I knew that, and he was interested in me.
Seriously interested and he probably wanted to touch me and...I threw-up
some more.

    I washed my mouth out good, extra good, and I was glad I had some
Certs, like two rolls in my purse, plus some cinnamon Dentyne and I
like popped all of it on my mouth because I'd been throwing up, you
know? I was in the bathroom a long time and I agonized over my face
and then my hair and then I pretended to agonize some more just to
give my breath a chance and not have to go outside and face Mr.
Cummings, even though I wanted to see him again more than anything. I
was so confused it hurt.

    "Hi." He was waiting for me when I came out ten minutes later,
like the vice-president of a big insurance company wouldn't have
anything better to do.

    "Hi." I smiled and hopefully looked a lot better than I felt.

    "You look a little worn out." Mr. Cummings narrowed his eyes a
little, looking concerned. "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah." I nodded quickly. "I just, um, the food was a little much
for me."

    "Oh." He frowned a little. "I'll have to ask about that, usually
they're pretty good in the cafeteria."

    "Oh, no." I said, not wanting to get anyone in trouble. "I just
have a sensitive stomach or something."

    "Well, maybe you'd like to lie down?" He offered. "I have a sofa
in my office, it's pretty comfortable. I've used it plenty of times."
He smiled and then seemed to reconsider. "Or, probably we should just
find your dad, huh?"

    I was trying to think fast, or just trying to think anyway. The
man had invited me to his office and I felt another knot in my tummy,
but I pushed it down and smiled, which wasn't hard to do. I liked
smiling at Mr. Cummings and I thought I could really get used to
having him smile at me.

    "Oh, yeah, I'd like to lie down." I said, "If that's okay, I mean.
I don't want to..."

    "No, that's fine." He agreed, "Sure, right this way."

    He was leading me to the elevators so we could go back upstairs
and I was excited, sexually I mean, as much as I'd ever been in my
life. I didn't understand it, but maybe it was just because I'd been
thinking about everything my mom had told me. I'd fallen asleep
thinking about how I might convince an older white man to give me what
I wanted, and I'd woken up thinking about it too. Is it possible just
to talk yourself into wanting to have sex with a man?

    It wasn't just about my daddy's promotion though, or the nice car
I'd get once daddy got it. I wasn't thinking about that stuff at all,
but only about how much I liked just walking with the man, being close
to him. He was important and smart, he had power and money, I
supposed, he was a senior vice-president. He had so much confidence, I
think. Not like at the picnic where he was just some old white guy
trying to play volleyball. Now I saw him as mature, but definitely not
old, and relaxed and in control. Mr. Cummings made me feel safe, I
decided, and maybe that sounds silly, but if you've ever been with a
man like that, then you know what I mean.

    It feels seriously good.

    "Janet, hold my calls, okay?" Mr. Cummings told his secretary and
if she wondered why her boss would be taking a sixteen year old black
girl into his office, she didn't say anything. The woman didn't even
give me a funny look, she just smiled and nodded and kept right on
typing.

    "You have a nice office." I said, just to say something, and it
was true.

    He had a big one, high up in the building and the view was pretty
good. A big desk and leather chair, and whole living room set it
looked like, chairs, sofa, coffee table. I wasn't sure why anyone
would need a living room in his office, but I guess vice-presidents
get stuff like that. It was all black leather too, but not the cheap
sticky kind, it was more like black butter, smooth and soft and Mr.
Cummings had me sitting on the big sofa.

    "See?" He smiled at me. "I told you it was comfortable."

    "Yeah." I giggled nervously, not knowing if I should really lie
down or what. "It's really nice."

    "Say, um..." He rubbed his smooth jaw and looked down at me as he
stood there. "...I'll just sit at my desk and get some reading done, so
go ahead and relax and..."

    He shrugged and I got the feeling that wasn't what he really
wanted to say at all. I didn't have a lot of experience with boys, but
I had enough to know what it meant when Mr. Cummings couldn't stop
looking at me. Not my body, but my eyes. He wanted to see the real me
and that was special, it was different, and I felt small and
vulnerable and whatever my mom had been talking about, all that stuff
about women having power over men or whatever, I was forgetting all of
it. I liked feeling like a little girl when he looked at me and Mr.
Cummings had all the power. I just wanted him to use it.

    "Do you..." I bit my lip. "...Do you think you could rub my shoulders
a little?"

    "Rub your shoulders?" He smiled like he was a little confused, but
in a happy way.

    "Yeah, I'm just..." I swallowed hard. I didn't want to tell him how
nervous I was.

    "Sure, yeah." Mr. Cummings cleared his throat. "I'd be happy to,
Kylie."

    "Okay." I lowered my eyes and I turned away, so that the man could
sit on the sofa next to me and touch my neck and shoulders.

    "How's this?" He asked and Mr. Cummings had awesome hands.

    They were strong, but so gentle, and I didn't really need a
massage, I'd just asked so he would stay close to me, but this was
great. I felt like my body was just falling down inside, even outside
a little. I was moving with his fingers, my head down so my hair fell
around my smiling face. He was making me moan softly, the sounds just
coming out of me as he rubbed my shoulders, squeezing and stroking me
through my yellow blouse. I kept my hands in my lap, grabbing handfuls
of my blue skirt, just because I needed something to hold.

    "Do you want to lie down?" Mr. Cummings was breathing hard after
ten minutes or so. His voice was just a whisper in my ear and his
hands had moved down to my arms, to my bare skin and he was caressing
me there.

    "Yeah." I said softly.

    "On your tummy, I'll give you a real massage, okay?" He asked and
I was nodding.

    I laid down on that big sofa and it was only a little awkward. I
folded my arms under my chin, my left leg straight along the length of
it. My right leg sort of hung over the side, so my knee was on the
thick carpeting and my legs were spread wide. My skirt rode up high
along the back of my smooth thighs, I knew that, I knew those blue
pleats were barely covering my firm round butt, but I didn't care. I
could hardly breathe.

    Mr. Cummings was behind me, kind of half sitting, half kneeling
and leaning over me. He rubbed my back slowly, gently through the
yellow cotton of my blouse and I moaned because it felt so good. His
fingers would slide up my sides and across my bra strap to my
shoulders and then come together, back down my spine to the top of my
ass, where that little dimple is. It was amazing and I shivered, I
really did. I'd never felt anything like it and my tummy was doing
cartwheels.

    "Let me..." I breathed after a few minutes.

    "What is it?" Mr. Cummings asked and he was breathing hard too.

    "My um...Bra..." I giggled nervously, reaching under me, inside my
blouse and back, trying to reach the clasp.

    "Oh...Here..." Mr. Cummings said softly and I gave a little gasp as I
felt his hands moving slowly underneath my blouse and I swallowed
thickly, afraid to say anything.

    He found my bra strap blindly and undid the hooks so that it
suddenly released and if I expected the man to remove his hands from
my bare skin again, he didn't. He just left them there, beneath my
blouse and now he could massage every inch of my back without anything
in the way.

    "That's better..." I whispered and I blinked at him over my
shoulder.

    "Does it feel good, Kylie?" He asked and I nodded. "You're so
warm, so soft and smooth..."

    "I like the way you do that." I said, just because I wanted to
feel more.

    I bit my bottom lip, shaking all over as his hands moved around my
ribs, under my arms and inside my bra where it was loose now. Mr.
Cummings' fingertips touched the sides of my swollen breasts as they
were pressed flat, just grazing me there and I hitched a sharp breath.
He was still massaging me, still moving his hands, but now he included
that part of it, that playful teasing touch and I found myself lifting
my body slightly, wanting his fingers to travel further, to slip
closer to my nipples. They were hard now and burning cold, itching
like crazy and I thought it was almost painful, that excited torture.

    "Can I go a little lower?" Mr. Cummings asked after a few minutes.

    His thumbs were just inside the waistband of my skirt, playing at
the dimple of my ass and I moaned softly, agreeing with a nod of my
head. I didn't protest at all when I felt his hands tugging my skirt
down, in fact I lifted my hips to help him. Mr. Cummings didn't pull
it all the way down, of course, he just worked the material down far
enough to expose my white panties, my barely covered black ass to his
gaze. My skirt was at the bottom of my butt, where my thighs met the
curve of my ass and formed little creases.

    "You're so beautiful, Kylie." Mr. Cummings breathed and I felt his
hands working on my hips and then my ass.

    "Ummm..." I whimpered softly and we weren't playing a game anymore.

    This was serious and I was wet between my spread thighs. The man
was massaging my ass through my panties, squeezing and pulling my taut
flesh apart. He could smell my arousal I was sure, the musk of my
excitement rising from the growing stain on my underwear. He had to
see it, to smell it and even taste it on the air. I was incredibly wet
and my virgin sex was throbbing, contracting on the emptiness inside
and I wanted...Something. I needed it, my body seemed to be saying,
something long and hard and thick for my sex to clasp itself around.

    "I love your ass." Mr. Cummings sighed. "Jesus, you're so
perfect."

    "Take them off." I begged him and I don't know where those words
were coming from.

    I wasn't in my right mind any longer. I was hot, like the sun was
inside me and I couldn't think. I had a fever and it was all like a
dream, the sort you have when you're restless and sticky on a hot
summer night. We were going so fast and I didn't understand how this
was happening. He was pulling my skirt down completely and I wasn't
telling him no. I was smiling and watching the man over my shoulder,
moving my legs so he could get it off.

    And then my panties. I hadn't even removed my blouse and now my
panties were coming down. I'd asked him to do it, begged Mr. Cummings
to take them off. I was a virgin. I was sixteen. Oh god! I just needed
him so badly and I couldn't remember anything before this moment. He
was old and white and so beautiful. His eyes and his smile, Mr.
Cummings was the man I'd always dreamt of, it seemed, and I'd never
known it.

    I sighed with anxious excitement, trembling as I let the man
expose my most private places. He could see everything, my ass and now
my pussy, my innocent sixteen year old sex. As my panties came free of
my feet, over my clumsy shoes, I spread my legs again, like a wanton
slut of a girl, as if I'd done this a thousand times and Mr. Cummings
was freeing himself now.

    He stood up, moving not quickly, but deliberately. He was giving
me time to say no, I thought. The man was letting me see him undress,
kicking off his shoes and undoing his trousers. I didn't say a word, I
just watched over my shoulder, feeling my body quiver with
anticipation. My mom hadn't planned on this, she hadn't expected me to
fall in love. To want what we were doing. She'd expected me to resist,
to be restrained and hesitant with Mr. Cummings and his attempts to
seduce me, but she was wrong.

    "Are you going to have sex with me?" I asked Mr. Cummings softly,
like I was a little girl and it was so obvious that we were.

    "It's up to you." Mr. Cummings promised and his voice left little
doubt that he wasn't serious. He would stop anytime I asked him to. I
believed that and it only made me want him more.

    He moved between my long spread legs and his hands started at my
ass and slid up beneath my blouse once more. He moved his body so that
I could feel his cock suddenly, pressing between the globes of my ass,
riding the deep crevice there. He didn't penetrate me, not at all, he
was massaging me again, my back and shoulders and letting the long
thick shaft of his dick ride the dark groove of my bare bottom. It was
a tease, a wonderful, delicious tease that had me panting and
shuddering with desire.

    "Are you okay?" He asked me, bending his mouth close to my ear,
pressing his face into my loose hair.

    "Yesssss..." I sighed and I realized that we hadn't even kissed yet
and I was feeling his cock against my body.

    He kissed me then, my head and hair, my neck and then my right
cheek. I turned my head and searched his eyes with mine. Mr. Cummings
was moving his hips slowly, rubbing his cock, now wet and slippery
with precum along ass. I looked into his eyes, bright and lovely and
almost alien. Blue and all I'd ever known in my whole life was brown.
His were blue and skin white and his hair golden brown. He was a white
man and I was a black girl and he was so close to being inside me.

    "I'm a virgin." I breathed, feeling him back off, his cock
slipping down.

    "I'll be careful." He promised, his lips so close that I could
feel his humid breath across my face.

    "Do..." I blinked at him, my heart going a million miles an hour. "...
Do you love me?"

    "Yes, Kylie." He said softly, so softly as his swollen cockhead
found my virgin slit. "I love you very much."

    "I love you too." I whispered and then he kissed me, pushing
forward at the same time as his tongue filled my mouth.

    "Mmmphhh..." I whimpered, sucking his tongue desperately while I
felt my innocent pussy being stretched, the blunt head of the man's
cock pushing between my greasy labia, into my too small hole.

    He groaned into me, Mr. Cummings pushing forward harder now, his
cock not going deeply at all before finding my thin hymen. It
stretched uncomfortable and I gasped into the man's mouth as it tore
fully and his cock surged deep into my teenage sex. He filled me,
stretching my pussy the way I wanted him to, the way I needed it and
the pain was a short, sharp one that went away quickly. It wasn't
terrible or frightening, not like I'd heard it would be. This was
beautiful and perfect and my body welcomed the man inside me eagerly.

    I lifted myself, or tried to, feeling Mr. Cummings upon me like a
comforting pressure. His cock went deep inside me and then he stopped
and lifted his mouth, holding me impaled upon his manhood while we
breathed and smiled at each other. I was giddy with pleasure, with the
sudden realization that the child in me was gone. I was a woman now,
with a man reaching for my womb. Not a boy, but a real man who loved
me. It made my heart leap into my throat and I reached with my arm,
awkward and clumsy, but wanting him to kiss me again while we made
love.

    "You're in me." I giggled. "I feel it."

    "You're so tight, Kylie." He licked his lips. "So hot inside me."

    "Mmmm..." I pulled Mr. Cummings back to my mouth and we kissed
deeply as he began to move.

    He was slow at first, careful and worried about hurting me, but he
couldn't hurt me at all. I told him that with my eyes and mouth and
hands. I urged him to take me faster and harder, moaning and nodding
my head as the man's strokes became long and deep. My pussy burned
around him, the inexperienced walls of my sex protesting weakly, but
not refusing him at all. This was what I was made for, making love to
that thick white cock.

    I'm going to cum...Kylie...I can't hold back very long..." Mr. Cummings
was panting and smiling and I nodded happily.

    "Yeah...I want it...Inside me..." I breathed. "...Cum inside me..."

    "But you might get pregnant..."

    "I don't care." I said. "I love you. I want you inside me...Please?
Please do it..."

    "Oh God!" He kissed me hard, one more time as he pushed his cock
deeply into my womb.

    He was cumming then and the sensation of it brought me off with
him. My first real orgasm ever and it was with a man. I felt his cock
jerking, pulsing with an indistinct warmth that seemed to fill me
everywhere. His sperm was in me, his cockhead just there near my
cervix and I knew it. I moaned long and loud, venting the rapture as
my pussy throbbed with pleasure. All the tingling and tightness in my
tummy rushed down, between my legs and just exploded. I was cumming
wildly, writhing beneath the man and Mr. Cummings held me tight,
pressing his body upon mine so that I was trapped and helpless and
vulnerable to his potent seed.

    It was the best experience of my life.

    Some minutes later I found myself on my back, still lying on that
sofa, but now we were face to face. Mr. Cummings was hard again, if
he'd ever really gone soft after his first orgasm, and now he was
inside me again. We were making love slowly, with my legs wrapped
around his waist and my arms around his neck. His nose touching mine,
his lips kissing me tenderly every few minutes. This white man old
enough to be my father, making love to a black girl who'd been a
virgin such a short time before, it was perfect.

    "What are we going to do?" I asked him, because this kind of sex
was...Strange and beautiful. We were talking while we did it and I
wasn't afraid or nervous, not anymore.

    "I want to marry you." Mr. Cummings said softly.

    "I'm only sixteen." I smiled.

    "Do you want to marry me, Kylie?"

    "Yes." I said and I never wanted anything so much in my life.

    "Then we can do it." The man said. "With your parents'
permission."

    "Are you sure?" I asked and he nodded.

    "Yeah." He told me. "I looked it up."

    "What?" I giggled and then sighed as his cock moved slowly in and
out of my sex. I could feel the wetness slipping out of me, the wet
spot beneath my black butt and I didn't care.

    "I did, uh, a few months ago. After I saw you at the picnic." He
nodded and my heart fluttered. "All we need is your parents to say
it's okay."

    "Oh, that's gonna be hard." I sighed. "They don't even want me to
have a white boyfriend."

    "You have one now, right?" He asked and I nodded, stroking his
soft blonde hair with my fingers.

    "Yeah, I do." I told him. "We could wait until I turn eighteen."

    "Do you want to wait?" Mr. Cummings asked.

    "No." I breathed. "I want to have your baby."

    "A pretty black girl?" He kissed me.

    "A handsome white boy." I kissed him back.

    "People are going to wonder about this." Mr. Cummings said.
"They're going to talk about us."

    "I don't care." I shook my head.

    "Me neither." He smiled. "But it won't e easy, even if your
parents are okay with it."

    "They won't be." I sighed, knowing the truth.

    "We'll keep it a secret then." Mr. Cummings decided. "Until you're
eighteen."

    "Alright." I agreed softly, not wanting to at all, but...

    "Are you sure, Kylie?"

    "You're going to be my husband." I looked into his eyes. "I trust
you."

    "Kylie..." He sighed and kissed me.

    "I'll do whatever you think is right." I promised.

    "On your eighteenth birthday, I'm going to marry you." He said and
I knew he wasn't lying.

    "Yeah." I agreed. "You are."

    "Maybe I should pull out..." Mr. Cummings said, because he'd been
working his cock in and out of the whole time and I shook my head.

    "No way." I giggled. "I like it."

    "But you might get pregnant."

    "I might be pregnant already." I kissed him. "So what difference
does it make?"

    "Hmmm..." Mr. Cummings pulled his cock almost completely out and
then drove it back inside hard, smiling at my little gasp. He was
ready to fuck me hard now and our talking was done.

    He moved to put my long black legs over his shoulders, rolling my
ass off the sofa and I licked my lips, giggling as my knees
practically touched my shoulders. The man drove his cock inside me
deeper than he'd ever gotten before and I felt it that time, his blunt
cockhead touching the soft pillow of my cervix, sending a jot of hot
pleasure through me that made everything else seem unimportant. I was
going to cum again and quickly, the way he was fucking me hard now.
Losing my virginity hadn't been bad at all and I felt sorry for those
girls who hadn't enjoyed it. I was in heaven.

=-=-=-=-=-={8}=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Kylie! Hey, sleepyhead! Get up!" My mom was knocking on my
bedroom door and I blinked at the morning sun coming through my
bedroom windows.

    "What?" I stretched. "Mom...It's Saturday!"

    "Come downstairs, I need to talk to you!" Mom said and she sounded
a little mad.

    "Okay...Just a minute." I frowned and I figured I knew what it was.

    I'd told my mom I was going to a movie with my best friend Janisha
the night before. I'd met Jim, Mr. Cummings, instead and spent most of
the night with him before sneaking back into the house at almost one
in the morning. I didn't think my parents had known, but I guess they
had. I'd have to do some fast talking and I wasn't looking forward to
it, so I dressed slowly.

    "Kylie!" Mom yelled again and believe me, there was no way to
ignore my mom when she yelled.

    "Coming!" I yelled back and then rubbed my tummy cause I had a
little indigestion, or something.

    We'd had Thai food at Jim's place, take out dinner and candles,
and he'd made love to me so nice. God! I'd even sucked his cock, which
was my first time. He'd sort of asked before, but last night I'd
decided I wanted to try it and it wasn't bad at all. I liked it, but
especially I liked the way he liked it. Seeing Jim smile made me
tingle all over. More than anything else, even more than kissing him,
I liked the way he looked at me. The way his eyes just drank me in,
you know? It made me special.

    "Yeah mom?" I asked, coming into the kitchen and trying my very
best not to look guilty as my mom sat there looking at me. She didn't
make me feel tingly at all.

    "You're in for it now, young lady." My mom shook her head slowly.

    "Ummm..." I blinked and started trying to put my brain in gear,
wondering if they'd talked to Janisha. She might have told my parents
that I didn't even see her and...

    "Come here..." She said, standing up.

    "I can explain, see..." I started saying, but then she was hugging
me, so I stopped.

    "You did it!" Mom giggled. "Your father got the promotion!"

    "He...Did?" I swallowed hard.

    "Uh-huh!" Mom kissed my forehead. "I know it probably wasn't easy,
but you must have made a real impression on Mr. Cummings. You're
father says you're the only thing he can talk about."

    "Oh, well, uh...See, Mr. Cummings and me sorta..." I blinked rapidly,
trying to figure out what I was gonna say.

    "I don't want to know, okay?" Mom pushed me back a little, holding
my shoulders. "A girl does what she has to for her daddy and it's your
secret, okay?"

    "Ummm...Okay." I nodded.

    "I know it wasn't easy and I'm sorry that you had to let that
white man...Touch you...But, it's all over now...Come on..."

    "Yeah, uh...What?" I had no idea what was going on now.

    "There it is!" Mom opened the front door wide and smiled at me.
"Just like I promised!"

    "Oh!" I blinked rapidly at the little red sports car parked in
front of the house. It had a big white bow on the hood, a huge white
bow, and I started laughing as I realized it was my car! My dad was
standing there next to it, smiling at me and jingling the keys in the
air.

    "The dealer brought it over this morning." Mom nodded. "You be
careful driving it!"

    "Oh mom!" I gasped and then I was hugging her and then... "Ohhh...I
need a...Ohhh no..."

    I barely made it to the bathroom before I started puking. I felt
cold and clammy and my head was hot and my stomach was totally
nauseas! I felt seasick, or something, and whatever was left in my
tummy was coming up fast.

    "Kylie?" Mom was knocking on the door. "What's wrong, baby?"

    I was almost two weeks late for my period. It should have come ten
days after going to work with my dad on Father-Daughter Day, after
meeting Mr. Cummings for the first time and falling in love and making
love and...Oh! Two weeks! I wasn't ever late! And I hadn't told him yet,
even though I really wanted to. I wanted to find out for sure first
and then I had to figure out how to tell my parents and...

    I opened the door meekly after washing my face and rinsing my
mouth with some mouthwash. Mom was there, of course, looking at me and
I smiled apologetically.

    This was going to be ugly.

    "Ummm...Can I still keep the car, mom?"

=-=-=-=-=-={8}=-=-=-=-=-=

Epilogue

    It wasn't easy, or pleasant, but my parents did want me to be
happy and my mom had decided that having a legitimate grandchild was
the most important thing. Dad didn't like the fact that I was marrying
Jim, not only because he was white, but because, well it sorta looked
bad. Mr. Cummings being my dad's boss and all. It was a little weird
for my mom too, having a white son-in-law who was older than she was,
but mom was always ready to adapt to circumstances, no doubt about
that. She was a practical woman.

    Mr. Cummings was a very well-to-do man, after all, and he could
provide for me and the baby just fine. He also loved me, he'd made
that abundantly clear, and he'd gone through a lot trying to explain
it to my parents. I'd felt frustrated, angry, hurt, and then happy
sitting in the living room and holding Mr. Cummings' hand while he
talked to my mom and dad. Sometimes I'd felt all of that all at once
and it was confusing, but everytime I looked at Jim I knew I loved him
and so it was going to be okay.

    My parents let me get married a month later, in a church no less,
and it was nice. People did talk and there was a lot of whispering and
speculation and none of it was fun, but that was okay. Nobody ever
said it was going to be easy being a white man's black bride. A child
bride at that, as some folks called it. And when one of my cousins, a
boy named Franklin, asked me if I called my husband "Mastah" in the
bedroom, I slapped that boy's face so hard it hurt his unborn
grandchildren. Wedding day or not, nobody was going to talk like that
about my husband!

    "Kylie, um...What was that about at the reception?" Jim asked me
softly and I knew he meant that slap.

    We were naked and on our marriage bed, my fingers entwined with my
new husband's as we rubbed my still flat tummy together. Seeing his
white hand caressing my soft black skin, that was the sexiest thing in
the world, I thought. And inside me there was a baby growing, his and
mine, that was pretty sexy too.

    "Shhh..." I giggled softly and pulled him between my spread legs. "...
Shut up and fuck me, Mastah!"

    "Master?" Jim kissed me, sliding his cock inside my eager body
slowly. "No...The only slave around here is me."

    "Hmmm...I love you." I sighed and we really are living happily ever
after.



end
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Return to Planet Kylie           This story was written for Black
History Month 2008 :))

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