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Posted: December 06, 2004 - 04:20:55 pm



During the drive to the house, Jerry was worried about how Jenny would take to

the neighborhood. Jenny was trying to put on a brave face at going into such a

dangerous part of town. Bill sat in the back watching the scenery pass by

totally oblivious to the tension in the front seat. Jerry said, "Don't worry

about the neighbors. You've already met Martin and Abe at the store."

Trying to hid her concern, Jenny smiled back and said, "I'm not worried."

"Right," he replied knowing how worried she was. It was his opinion that her

presence could trigger a riot once everyone saw her beauty. Hadn't the beauty of

Helen started a war? Of course, that wasn't the kind of thing he could joke

about with her.

He pulled up in front of the house and parked at the curb. Getting out, he went

around the car and opened the door for Jenny. She climbed out and then turned to

lever the seat forward so that Bill could exit the car. When everyone was

standing by the car, Jerry asked, "What do you say that we go next door for a

minute?"

Jenny frowned as she looked around the neighborhood taking in the run down

houses. Curtains moved as the old people across the street watched what was

happening. She watched as Bill looked over at the house next door and stared

open mouthed at the black Caddy that was parked in the yard. He exclaimed, "Wow,

look at the Caddy."

The comment caused her to look over at the car. Jerry took her by the arm and

led her over to the car. Martin had heard them pull up in the car and came

running out of the house eager to show off his car. With a wink, he said, "Hey,

you brought her over here to see the car? I'm impressed."

Jerry explained, "Martin fixed up the Caddy. It wasn't anywhere near this nice

when he started. He did a great job on it."

Jenny looked at the car impressed with it. She exclaimed, "It looks brand new.

I'd swear it was just driven off the showroom floor."

Martin grinned and opened the door of the car. He said, "Take a look inside."

As Jenny looked inside the car, Susan came out of the house and went over to

Jerry. She hugged him and said, "Thanks for helping him fix up that car. I

couldn't believe it when he drove up in it. I told him he had to park it in the

yard so that no one would hit it by accident."

Jenny had turned and looked at Susan when she had greeted Jerry in such a

friendly fashion. The look she gave the black woman was not exactly nice and it

was lucky that the recipient didn't notice. Jerry said, "Jenny, I'd like you to

meet Susan. She's the mother of Abe and Martin. Susan, I'd like you to meet

Jenny, my girlfriend."

The reaction of Susan was immediate and honest. She turned to Jenny and hugged

the woman just as strongly as she had hugged Jerry. Stepping back, she said, "So

I finally got to meet the woman that caught Jerry."

"Caught Jerry?"

"Oh yeah. I'm sure there are hearts breaking all over town," replied Susan. She

put an arm around the other woman and led her away talking softly. The kindness

that Jerry had shown her sons had helped shape both of them into better men. He

had served as a male role model in a part of town where that was rare.

Martin smiled at the women walking away and said, "Oh my. Momma's gonna find out

all the juicy gossip now."

Jerry blushed and looked down at the ground. After a second, he looked up and

asked, "Where's Abe?"

"He's in the house."

While Bill was busy looking at the Caddy, Jerry asked, "Would you mind getting

him?"

Martin slapped his forehead realizing that Bill didn't know about the surprise

waiting for him in the living room. He said, "Sure. Give me a second."

As Martin went into the house, Jerry went over to where Bill was checking out

the car. Putting a hand on his son's shoulder, he said, "You helped do that. I'm

assuming that you and Abe will want to fix up cars for yourselves."

Bill looked up at his father and smiled at the thought of driving around in a

classic car that he had restored himself. He replied, "I'd really like that,

Dad."

"Good. We'll talk to Abe and then start looking for a couple of cars. Next week,

I take the Camaro in to be painted and the interior repaired."

Abe came out of the house and joined them at the car. He was grinning from ear

to ear knowing the surprise that waited for Bill in the house and couldn't wait

to see the look on his friends face. They stood around discussing the Caddy and

the offer by Jerry to rebuild their own cars.

One of the retired men from across the street came over. Walking slowly, using a

cane to support himself, he looked like a man on a mission. Jerry turned and saw

the man approaching surprised to see one of the elderly people actually cross

the street. He went over to the man and said, "Hello, I'm Jerry Smith."

The old man worked his mouth for a second before answering, "I know who you is.

Bin watching ya for a while."

It wasn't exactly a friendly tone of voice, but Jerry smiled and said, "Okay."

"Ya did good learnin' that boy how ta work on cars," replied the old man. While

his words were nice, his voice wasn't friendly. He used his cane to momentarily

point at the car. "She's a beauty."

"Martin did a great job on it," Jerry replied looking over at the car for a

minute.

Almost reverently, Sharon came over with Jenny to greet the old man. Smiling,

she said, "Mr. Atkins, It's so nice to see you."

At least now Jerry knew the man's name. It seemed to him that the man didn't

like him. He looked over at Jenny and winked, getting a smile from her in

return. A deep rich voice rang out as Henry Buckman arrived, "Hello everyone."

Mr. Atkins turned and looked at Henry. A grin came across his face at seeing the

huge black man appear. With real respect in his voice, he answered, "Hello,

Henry."

"Mr. Atkins. Are you giving Jerry a hard time?" asked Henry knowing the old man

very well.

"Nah. Nevah thought that havin' a cracker here 'bouts id be good. He bin provin'

me wrong," answered Mr. Atkins with begrudging respect.

Jerry smiled at the assessment. Henry put a hand on Jerry's shoulder and

replied, "He's a good role model for a number of the boys around here. He and I

are trying to fill your boots."

Mr. Atkins nodded and said, "Did a damn good job on dat car. Marty did good

work."

Henry asked, "Is there anything we can do for you?"

"Kin I sit ba-hine the wheel, for a sec'," asked the old man looking over at the

car with envy. In his day, black men drove cars like that to make the statement

that they were just as important as whites even if that was all they could

afford. Dress nice, drive a good car, and carry yourself with pride.

Martin had been listening to the conversation. It was quite an honor to have Mr.

Atkins notice you in a positive fashion. He came over and said, "I'd be proud to

have you sit behind the wheel for a while."

Watching Martin take the old man over to the car, Jerry smiled at the simple

pleasures that had resulted from the young man's hard work. When the old man sat

behind the wheel, it seemed to him that Mr. Atkins had sat up straighter and

looked prouder. Henry said, "Look at him. He's so proud."

Not knowing which man to whom Henry was referring, Jerry replied, "Martin is so

proud of himself that he's about to burst. Mr. Atkins looks real dignified

sitting behind the car."

Henry laughed and said, "Sorry about Mr. Atkins. He doesn't care much for

whites."

"No problem," replied Jerry. He grinned and said, "I'd rather be disliked

because I'm white than because of my size."

The comment caused Henry to nearly double over in laughter at the statement. He

knew exactly what his friend had meant and shared that same sentiment. He

quipped, "Same here. Never heard anyone else say that they preferred racism."

Jenny looked at both men in surprise, unable to believe that they would take

that attitude. Sharon looked puzzled at the statement and the reaction of Henry.

She complained, "I don't understand."

Looking over at Sharon, Henry realized that she didn't understand. With a sudden

seriousness that contrasted with his previous laughter, he answered, "If you are

disliked because of race, that means there are still a lot of people that will

like you. When you are disliked because of your size, nobody likes you. Even

other big men leave you alone."

Jenny looked from one man to the other. They were both very big strong men who

looked threatening at first glance. That was particularly true when serious or

angry. In a flash of insight, she realized just how tough life could be when you

were large. She said, "That's so sad. I like big men."

Sharon burst out laughing and said, "I like big men too, particularly when

certain parts are big."

Jenny, laughing at the comment, watched as Jerry and Henry both blushed at the

comment. In his deep gruff voice, Jerry answered, "I wouldn't know about that."

Mr. Atkins headed back across the street. On his way, he stopped by Henry and

said, "Ya keep watchin' out for the kids, ya hear me."

Henry answered, "Yes, sir. And you take care of yourself Mr. Atkins."

Jerry said, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Atkins."

The old man walked across the street grumbling to no one in particular. It was

clear that he was of two minds about having Jerry in the neighborhood. He hadn't

approved of how the big man had thrown the kid out of his house that one night.

White men just weren't allowed to do that kind of thing to black kids.

Trying to minimize the negative attitude of the old man, Martin said, "Don't

mind him."

"I do mind him," replied Jerry suddenly becoming the center of attention. He

said, "He cares about the kids around here. That makes him a good guy in my book

and you pay attention to the advice of good guys."

A very pleased Henry burst out in a smile, his white teeth providing a great

contrast with his dark skin. Jenny put an arm around her boyfriend amazed at how

understanding he was. She wondered how long it would be before they took the

relationship to the next level. The more she learned about him, the more she

loved him. Martin was thoughtful as he walked along. He mumbled, "Never thought

about it like that."

Pleased to see that his friend had taken Mr. Atkins in stride, Henry said,

"Yeah. That's a good way of putting it."

It was getting dark and there was still the surprise waiting for Bill in the

house. Jerry said, "Hey, let's go over to my place for some cokes."

As the group trooped over to the house, Abe and Bill trailed along trading jokes

about his weak arm. The boys were having a good time being themselves. Abe was

having difficulty keeping the scooter a secret. Bill was happy about having had

such a good day.

Jerry opened the front door and ushered everyone into the house before Bill and

Abe reached the porch. Abe stopped at the door to let Bill into the house first.

Everyone watched as Bill came into the room and spotted the new scooter. Mouth

open, he moved in slow motion towards the scooter as his eyes took in the sight.

His heart raced as he realized that he had a new scooter. Suddenly he turned and

launched himself at Jerry. Grabbing his father in a great big hug, he cried,

"Thank you dad."

There were times when Jerry really enjoyed being a father and the relationship

that he had with his son. He put his arms around his son and hugged him tightly

amazed at how his son had thought to thank him first before even touching the

bike. He answered, "What are fathers for?"

Pulling back, Bill wiped the tears from his eyes and answered, "Raising my

allowance?"

Abe laughed at the joke relieved that the emotional moment had passed for the

most part. He felt a little tightness in his chest and didn't feel very manly.

He looked around and noticed that Jenny and his mother were both wiping tears

from their eyes. Even Henry was watching with a soft look on his face. Martin

put a hand on his shoulder and, in a quiet voice, said, "You're friend is very

happy."

"Yeah," replied Abe.

"I remember how happy you were when you got your scooter," remarked Martin.

It was a timely reminder of how happy he had been. If his scooter had been lost

under the circumstances in which Bill had lost his, he would have been just as

emotional getting a new one. He smiled and said, "It's time for the Salt and

Pepper scooter gang to take to the road."

Everyone laughed at that announcement as Sharon replied, "Oh no you don't. No

gang talk around this house."

Jerry brought out a cake and a couple six packs of cola as Bill and Abe examined

the new scooter. The evening turned into a party with the males in the living

room talking about the bike, cars, and work. Jenny and Sharon went into the

kitchen. Sitting at the table, Sharon asked, "Did you find the Polaroids, yet?"

"No," replied Jenny wondering what the other woman talking about.

"Oh, good. I don't want you to get the wrong idea about them," replied the black

woman.

"Wrong idea about what?"

"My sister used to live in this house until she was locked out by the landlord.

When Jerry moved in, he found a stack of Polaroid pictures of my sister in

various states of undress. Some of them were very explicit."

Jenny didn't know how to respond to the news. Reserving judgement, she said,

"Oh."

It was clear to Sharon that Jenny wasn't quite sure what to make of the news.

She said, "Jerry tried to return them to me, thinking that they were pictures of

me. You should have seen him standing there blushing and unable to look at me."

Jenny very well knew the sight of Jerry being off-balance around women and she

laughed at the image. Much warmer, she said, "So what did you do?"

"I laughed and told him to keep the pictures."

"You didn't?" asked a shocked Jenny. She would have taken the pictures away in a

minute.

"Oh yes I did. My big sister is a holier than thou bitch that never failed to

use a chance to rub my youthful indiscretions in my face. I'll admit, I get off

on the idea of a white guy jacking off over her pictures," replied Sharon much

more defensive than she had intended.

"Oh, so he still has them?"

"As far as I know, he does," answered Sharon with a smile.

The idea that Jerry was looking at naked pictures of another woman disturbed

Jenny more than she was willing to admit. He hadn't attempted to sleep with her

and yet he might be jacking off to the pictures of another woman. In a way, it

hurt. She said, "I don't know how I feel about that."

"Girl friend, look at it as an opportunity. Just think of how you can use those

pictures to work him up into a real sexual frenzy." Sharon practically shivered

at the idea and said, "Now I just have to find some way to get Henry to notice

me."

The idea of using pictures of another woman as a means of exciting Jerry moved

her mind into unexplored territory. It was so bad, that she almost missed the

statement about Henry. She leaned forward and said, "I've been working on Jerry

for more than six months."

"Working?"

Looking at the door to see if anyone could hear her, she whispered, "We haven't

even been to bed yet."

Shocked, Sharon sat back and exclaimed, "Shit. I always thought that jokes about

white folks being sexually repressed were just jokes. I'd have been all over him

by now."

Shrugging her shoulders, Jenny didn't know what to say. She knew that Jerry was

very worried about touching her with his rough hands. To be honest, she worried

about what it would be like to have his calluses rubbing her sensitive vagina.

Confessing one of the barriers, she said, "He's worried about the roughness of

his hands."

She knew that his hands were rough, but that didn't slow Sharon down at all. She

said, "His tongue ain't that rough. You better start banging him before some

other young lady moves in on him."

Jenny laughed in embarrassment, nodding her agreement at the black women's

assessment. She wasn't all that comfortable discussing sex with another woman,

but Sharon treated it like it was a normal act of life. She noticed the time and

said, "Hey, we better get in there and turn on the television."

"Why?"

"To hear Jerry's interview," replied Jenny impatient to see him on television.

It would be interesting to see how he looked on television.

Wondering why Jerry would have given an interview on television that day, Sharon

said, "Okay."

The pair wandered into the living room. Without saying a word, Jenny went over

to the television and turned it on just in time to catch the news teaser about

Jerry. As everyone turned around to look at the television, Jerry asked, "Do we

have to watch that?"

Grinning at his father's discomfort, Bill said, "All those in favor of watching

my dad's television interview say aye."

Everyone, with a single exception, called out, "Aye."

"All those opposed say nay."

Jerry's lone voice called out, "Nay."

"The ayes have it," declared Bill with a laugh that was joined by everyone. By

the time everyone calmed down the news story had started. It started with Helen

interviewing the witnesses that had seen him rip the door from the car. There

was a picture of the car and the door lying on the ground where he had thrown

it. Then she interviewed the paramedic that had treated him. Finally, they ran

the interview she had with him.

Watching himself on television was a very strange experience for Jerry. The

contrast in the physical build of the petite reporter with his large build was

jarring. She looked like a little girl standing beside him. His greatest fear

was that he would come across as a stupid gorilla, but to his surprise he

sounded like a thoughtful man.

After the interview was over, Jerry went to the television and turned it off.

Henry said, "Nice job. It helps give us big guys some good press."

"Thanks," replied Jerry.

The boys and Sharon had watched the interview open-mouthed. They stared at the

image of the mangled car and the twisted bent door lying on the ground. It

looked like Jerry had caused more damage to the door than the accident. When it

was over, Abe looked at Jerry and said, "You really kicked ass on that door."

Jerry laughed at the comment and said, "I had better take Jenny to her car so

that she can get home."

Everyone took the hint, but it still took five minutes before the house was

cleared. Turning to Bill, Jerry asked, "Do you want to go with us?"

Glancing at the hopeful expression on Jenny's face, Bill smiled and answered,

"No. I need to get to bed."

Jerry took Jenny out to the car and held the door open for her. She climbed into

the seat and waited for him to get in the driver's seat. Once there, Jerry

started the car and slowly pulled away from the curb. As he drove around the

potholes, Jenny said, "Bill had a pretty nice day. You should be proud of

yourself for making it that great."

Embarrassed at the comment, Jerry replied, "I did what I could."

"Sharon and I talked about you," said Jenny with a smile as she thought about

some of the comments the black woman had said.

Wondering what they could possibly talk about, he asked, "What did she tell

you?"

"Oh, she told me about some pictures that you found."

Jerry almost lost control of the car. Slowing down, he turned to look at her and

asked, "What?"

"She told me about the pictures you have of her sister."

Shocked, he could hardly form a coherent reply, but at least his face, burning a

bright red, was hidden in the dark of the car. "Why?"

"So that I wouldn't get upset when I found them," replied Jenny with a smile.

He wondered why Sharon thought that Jenny would find them. They were in his

house, locked in the room where he kept the tools. Then he realized that Sharon

had assumed that Jenny would be spending the night some time in the future. "Oh.

Did she say anything else?"

Curious how he would react to some of the other things that Sharon had said, she

answered, "Yeah. She said that I had better drag you into bed before some other

woman beat me to it."

"What?" asked Jerry, his voice breaking. He stopped the car at the corner

realizing that he was about to run a stop sign. The last thing that he wanted

was to be in an accident like the one that morning. He turned to look at Jenny

and repeated his question. "What?"

"I only told you that because I think she's right," replied Jenny with a smile.

Stunned, he stared at her wondering if she was playing with him. Clenching the

steering wheel in his hands, he said, "I know that women don't enjoy sex. You

don't have to do that to keep me around."

"Pardon?"

"Look, you don't have to sleep with me to keep me around. I don't want to impose

my urges on you," replied Jerry in a tone that bordered on pleading. His ex-wife

had told him how horrible sex was for women. After years of marriage, he had

come to believe that sex was degrading to women and that they only did it

because they had to do it. He couldn't even remember the last time that he had

sex, but he didn't want to lose this relationship because he couldn't keep his

cock in his pants.

"Impose your urges?" asked Jenny shocked at his statements.

"Yes, I don't want to force you into sex," replied Jerry.

"Now you listen here, Jerry Smith. I don't know what your ex-wife told you about

sex, but most women enjoy it a lot. I know because I'm one of those women that

enjoy it. I've been waiting for you to put the move on me for months and was

beginning to worry that you didn't find me attractive," she said with much more

passion than she had intended. Even as the words came out of her mouth, she was

wondering why she was telling him that.

"Are you serious?"

She wanted to scream at him to make him understand. Instead, she ripped her

shirt open, popping the top three buttons in the process. Looking at him, she

said, "Look at my nipples. They're hard and erect at just the idea of you

kissing them."

It would have been a much more effective demonstration of her feelings if she

hadn't been wearing a bra. As it was, a shudder went through his body as he

stared at her bra-encased breasts. He reached out and caressed her breasts with

the back of his hand, as it was the least rough part of it. The hard nubbin of

her nipple was obvious. A sob fought its way up his throat as he said, "You're

serious."

With a tender look, she took his hand in hers and held it to her breast. Her

voice soft, she said, "Yes, I'm serious. On our next date, I want a little time

alone with you."

He couldn't keep his eyes from her and nodding, emotionally numb at the

implications. The car started to slowly creep into the intersection. Jenny said,

"You had better pay attention to the car. Take me to my car and we'll talk

there."

Jerry looked out the windshield and realized that half of the car had drifted

into the street. Pushing the brake, he said, "Oh. Maybe you had better drive."

She took his hand from her breast and put it on the steering wheel. She said,

"Drive me to my car."

Jerry turned as much of his attention to driving as he could. Operating the car

only got about a third of his attention, as most of it was spent reviewing the

conversation. He glanced over at Jenny. She was holding the shirt closed as they

drove through the city streets. It was tempting just to look at her, but the

other cars on the road demanded that he pay attention to the other drivers.

He pulled into the parking lot of the strip mall where the Chinese Buffet was

located. He stopped next to her car and parked it. Hands shaking, he turned off

the engine and looked around the lot in the silence that followed. Their cars

were the only ones in the parking lot.

After taking a deep breath, Jenny said, "Lean your seat back."

"Pardon?"

"Lean your seat back."

Wondering what she wanted to do, he wanted to question her. Instead, he tilted

the seat back. She pushed him back into the chair. Her shirt swung open, but she

didn't pay any attention to that. Instead, she slipped a hand down to his hard

cock and rubbed it gently through his pants. She moaned as she traced its

outline with a finger.

Jerry was too scared to move, afraid that if he did anything that she would

flee. With a quaver in his voice, he said, "You don't..."

She covered his mouth before he had a chance to say anything else. With her

other hand, she undid his belt. It took both hands to undo his pants and unzip

the zipper. She finally freed his erect cock. Wrapping a hand around it, she

stroked the length of it with slow languid movements.

Jerry was close to hyperventilating, as he had never had a woman do this to him.

His body shook under her touch and he moaned, "I'm going to come."

She kept up her smooth strokes along his cock, giving more attention to the head

of his cock. It was amazing to her that such a big strong man was totally under

the control of her hand. She wondered what he would do if she sucked his cock,

but chose to save that treat for a later time.

Jerry cried out as tears welled up in his eyes. When his hips thrust up off the

seat, she covered the end of his cock with her other hand. It quickly filled

with his come. When he started to move his hand down to stop her, she let go of

his cock and sat back in her chair. She wiped the come off her palm onto her

shirt, knowing that it was a lost cause since she had ripped the buttons off it.

Leaning over, she kissed him with a gentle touch.

Still shaking from the experience, he said, "I love you."

"I love you, too," replied Jenny wondering if it was post-orgasmic bliss that

was talking or if he really meant it.

It took two attempts to sit up and raise the seat so that he could look at her.

His cheeks were wet with tears as he said, "You didn't have to do that."

"I wanted to do that," replied Jenny as he took his hand and kissed the calluses

on his knuckles. After a minute, she stopped and looked up at him. She said, "I

have to go home now, but I hope to see you for lunch on Thursday."

Jerry was speechless and stared at her with his mouth frozen open and wide eyes

unable to believe that she had wanted to jack him off. She took advantage of his

open mouth and kissed him, slipping her tongue into his mouth. That woke him up

and he responded with a passionate kiss.

After the kiss, she gave his cock a good bye pat and, with a smile on her face,

said, "You're a lovely cock."

She left his car and got into hers while holding her shirt closed. Jerry watched

her drive off. He was still in shock at what she had done for him. After five

minutes, he fastened his pants. The drive home seemed to take fly by and he

found himself entering the house without really knowing how he got there.

After a quick shower, he lay in bed thinking about the events of the day. It had

been a busy day and tomorrow would come early. The door to Bill's bedroom

opened, breaking the silence of the night. In a soft voice, Bill called out,

"Thanks for the best day of my life, Dad."

Jerry smiled and replied, "What are Dads for?"

"Raising my allowance." The answer floated into the room as the door closed.

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