1 comments/ 75093 views/ 11 favorites Black Eye Ch. 01 By: velvetpie "I don't believe it!" I sat on the couch in my aunt Tywrella's house, staring into the startled face of my mother, Renisha. Auntie Ty stood behind her with Uncle Revis at her side, his mouth hanging open as well. I had just told them the most important news of my life. Being twenty-three and a new college graduate, I was excited about finding a job in my chosen field of profession and becoming an independent adult. So I decided that before I left home, possibly forever, I thought I'd let the people who mattered the most in my life what was going on in my personal life. I was in love. And he was white. "You're joking, right?" Uncle Revis choked the words out, shaking his head in disbelief. "Right?" "No, I'm not joking. I'm in love, Uncle Revis, and he's fantastic!" "He's white." Auntie Ty deadpanned, staring at me. "So? What does that have to do with the price of rice in China?" "Everything when it's the rice that you're talking about!" My mother nearly shouted, rocking back and forth. I turned my head before I rolled my eyes, recognizing her body language. She'd be calling on God, Jesus and the Holy Ghost next. She always resorted to that when she was upset. It used to have an effect on me when I was younger but the fear factor had long worn off. I only saw my controlling mother and my ignorant racist relatives. "What could you possibly be thinking of, bringing a white boy into our family?" Auntie Ty asked, coming to sit down next to me. Her tone of voice and the concern in her touch made me suddenly feel like I was in the midst of an intervention. "Just because he's white doesn't make a difference, Mama! He has a good heart and he's pre-med so he's got a good head on his shoulders … " "Then let him take it somewhere else!" My uncle hissed, grabbing his St. Ides and sitting on the other end of the sectional couch. "Tarynn, you know better than this!" "What do I know better than? Are you all seriously sitting here and telling me that I can't have a white boyfriend?" Revis looked to his wife who looked over at my mother. Of course, Renisha would be the one to answer. "Yes. You can't bring a white person into this family." My skin went cold and the heat of blood coursing through my body evaporated like fog in the face of the sun. I was numb and I thought I'd suddenly been paralyzed. "You're not serious?" "We're very serious." Auntie Ty came around and sat next to her husband, glaring at me as if I was an interloper. "White people are devils. They only want to marry into our pure black families to dilute our race." "You don't really believe that, do you, Auntie T?" "Of course I do! I've been around long enough to see it. It's just the same as it was back in the slave days. Master would find the strongest male and have him mate with the strongest female. Those children would be bred like thoroughbreds, studded out to the highest bidder and worked in the fields until Master was rich." I shook my head, not quite believing what I was hearing. "You've been reading too many Alex Haley books." "You're god-damned right and I don't want any Queenies in my family!" I sat stunned at the vehemence in her tone. I got the inference she was making. Queenie was mixed, the product of the black and white races mixing together and my aunt was telling me, to my face, that she didn't want any mixed children in her family. My mother's sister, one of the women who had raised me and knew me like the skin on the back of her hand, was telling me that if I continued my relationship with Michael, I would no longer be welcomed in my family. "But that's not fair, Auntie T! You don't know him! I know that if you all met him, you'd think differently." "Don't think so." My uncle thumbed the television into life, flipping through until he found the Lakers game. "White people do not belong in our family, Tarynn. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever." "I can't believe this!" I stood up, looking at them while trying to keep my temper in check. "All these years, you've told me that racism is wrong, that treating someone differently because of the color of his skin was wrong but you tell me that I can't date or marry someone of another race?" "Racism is wrong, Tarynn. Lord knows enough of our people have gone through it to prove that it's wrong but accepting one of the enemy into our fold is not going to make it any better." My mother refused to look at me as she spoke the words. "And he is the enemy." I couldn't listen to any more. I grabbed my purse and keys from the console, wondering what the hell I was going to tell my boyfriend, the kind, gentle man who had captured my heart and had come to Atlanta with me to attend the family reunion with me in order to meet my family, how was I going to be able to tell him that he is the enemy? Black Eye Ch. 02 "Hi, baby!" Michael swept me into his arms as soon as I entered the hotel room and I just luxuriated in the love that radiated from him. "How are you?" "Not so good." I whispered against the lump in my throat. He released me and stepped back, searching my eyes with his. Seeing tears, he pulled me over to the bed, poured me a glass of wine and gave me a few minutes to collect myself before he spoke. "They don't want a white boy, eh?" I concentrated on swallowing the wine and taking deep breaths to stop the tears from falling. I succeeded only in emptying the glass. He dutifully refilled it and sat quietly. When I raised my head, I saw the man that I'd fallen head over heels in love with. Michael Allen Moorland. In that instant, I recalled our first meeting. He had stepped between me and Alyscia Williams, a skank that had just told me that she'd fucked my boyfriend, who at the time was Earl. Her taunting got the best of me, especially when she invited me to smell her pussy. Michael had moved between us and gave me one of his brilliant smiles. "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" I was too angry to answer him, my rage boiling with each word she said. He bent until his eyes were directly meeting mine, cutting the connection with Alyscia and softly said, "You're worth more than this. Come have a drink with me." It was enough to get me away but I was secretly thinking that it was just a line to keep me from fighting. I was very surprised to find out that it wasn't. Several dates later, I fell in love with the tall, lanky white boy with the sparkling green eyes and inky black hair. Suddenly, I didn't want to talk. I just wanted to feel his love, to let his love heal the wound that seemed to be bleeding inside me. I leaned forward and kissed him, humming softly when our tongues met and slid together. One of the things that I loved the most about Michael was that he was so attuned to my feelings. He took the glass from me, setting it on the nightstand and let his hands slowly slide up my arms until they reached my shoulders, then continued up to my neck. I whimpered when his fingers threaded into my hair, gently massaging my scalp before he removed my shirt and bra. The sight of him sucking my nipples was always something that made my pussy cream. His pink lips and tongue wrapped around my dark brown nipples and chocolate skin and the contrast was exciting. I pulled his shirt off, then made short work of his pants, diving for Coverdale, our silly nickname for his white snake. I loved giving him head, feeling the silky head slide over my tongue, leaving a salty trail in its wake. He moaned, laying back and letting me suck my fill of him until he was nearly begging to cum. I pushed my jeans off and climbed on top of him, taking his hard cock into my wet hole and gasping at the sensation. Michael groaned, grasping my hips and ramming down onto his prick and flexing his hips to drive himself deeper. He felt so good, so hard and thick stretching me and I trembled, trying to spread my legs wider to take him deeper. Michael growled and flipped us over, settling himself between my legs and stroking his cock in and out of my pussy. My body responded as always and my thick cream covered his cock, coating our pubes and my thighs and Michael slowed down, pressing that pretty white cock deeper into my brown hole and I left the planet. His mouth covered mine again and I was cumming, screaming into his mouth as he grunted into mine, filling my hungry cunt with jizz. We cuddled together after the last tingles disappeared, my head on his chest. It was then that I felt strong enough to tell him what had happened during my visit to Auntie Twyrell's. "They were very mean and angry about the whole thing, Michael. I've never seen them like that before." He held me close, stroking my hair and pressing kisses to the top of my head. "You're seeing them as adults now. Before, they were only relatives. Your eyes are open now." "But it's not fair, Michael. They haven't even met you yet!" "It doesn't matter to them, Tarynn. I'm white. I represent the enemy they've been fighting all their lives, regardless of the fact that I wasn't the actual person who offended them." "They want me to give you up." He didn't reply right away and I snuggled closer to him, listening to his heart beating under my cheek. "Tarynn, " He lifted my face, looking into my eyes. "I love you and if you need to let me go, then I won't stand in your way." "I don't want to let you go, Michael. That's not an option." "And why's that?" "Because I love you." I held my hand up, drawing attention to the small diamond ring that encircled my ring finger. "And because one day, I will be Mrs. Michael Moorland." "You still want that?" I kissed him softly, opening my mouth and sharing a deep kiss that warmed my cheeks. "Now more than ever." Michael sighed, hugging me closer. "Then what are you going to do?" I smiled, closing my eyes. "We're going to the reunion barbecue tomorrow." Black Eye Ch. 03 The sun shone brightly the next morning and I was slow to get up and it was all Michael's fault. He had worked me steadily from when I'd arrived home to when we finally got to sleep at four and my entire body was sore from his attentions. But when I blinked my eyes against the sunlight, I knew I was loved and that was what he had whispered to me every time I came. I love you, Tarynn. No matter what they say, I love you. "Good morning." He started sucking on my earlobe and my pussy awoke with a roar of hot cream. "You are insatiable!" "No. Actually, your ear tastes like bacon." I giggled as he nibbled. "I'm sorry, baby. I just can't help myself." When I didn't immediately reply, he gave me a gentle squeeze. "Are you worried?" I shook my head. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't. Are you sure you still want to do this?" "Of course." He nuzzled my neck. "'Whether 'tis nobler to suffer the slings and arrows of your family … " We laughed together for a few moments. "Seriously, Tare, I'm worried, too. Everyone's going to hate me." "Not everyone. Just most." ***** We parked on the street because I didn't want us to be blocked in. There was no knowing what was going to happen today and I wanted to make sure that we could escape if that was necessary. I truly didn't know what was going to happen but I hoped that my cousins would help me out since we were all like brothers and sisters. I mentally checked the names that matched the cars that were already choking the driveway. Auntie Tywrell and Uncle Revis' cars were at the head of the double line, followed by my mother's Cadillac Brougham, cousin Lintrella's Volkswagen bus, cousin Mackie's pink Camry, Uncle Teater's Chevy Stationwagon and finally, cousin Armand's Explorer that was parked across the end of the apron. That meant that the entire clan was present, all here no doubt, to view the drama that would be occurring when I walked in with Michael. We hugged before we entered and I gave Michael permission to defend himself, both verbally and physically, if that was to happen. I knew that the abuse would be verbal and I was so glad that he was well-versed in the dozens. If he hadn't been, I would never have brought him. We left the car at the curb and walked up the driveway, pushing the gate open to enter Auntie T's backyard. "Tarynn!" Christie flew across the grass, flinging herself in my arms and I hugged my twelve-year old cousin, laughing gaily. "Mama told me that you were back from school." She turned her wide-eyed stare to Michael, whispering as if he was a criminal. "And she told me that you were going to bring a white boy here." I laughed. "His name is Michael, Christie, and he doesn't bite." She held her hand out and shook his, giggling the entire time. "Hi, Mike!" With another mischievous laugh, she dashed away, leaving us alone. I looked out across the yard, taking a tally of who was present. Uncle Revis was at the grill and my mother was at his side, no doubt giving him instruction as to when to remove the burgers and steaks from the grill. Christie had gone straight to her mother, Lintrella and my cousin and her husband, Bernaius, were staring at us. Bern's brother, Dallas, was sleeping on a chair next to them and Lintrella's other daughter, Sirius, was clinging to her sister, her eyes intent on us. Revis saw us and gave my mother the nod, drawing her attention to our entrance and the look said anything but welcome. I looked up at Michael, wondering what the effect of all this was having on him and was pleased to see that he was smiling as usual. He was smarter than that; he wasn't going to let them know that they were getting to him, even if they weren't. My closest cousin, Yvette, came sailing over, putting her arms around me and whispering, "Did you really have to bring him here?" "He's my boyfriend." I replied, pulling back. "Michael, this is my cousin, Yvette. Yvette, this is Michael." "Nice to meet you." She gave him a mischievous smile. "I sure hope you brought your balls with you 'cause you're gonna need 'em." "I never leave home without them." He joked, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. I grinned up at him, the grin freezing into place when I saw my mother heading over. I elbowed him, interrupting his conversation with Yvette. "Better check those balls. It's on." Black Eye Ch. 04 My mother stared at me for a long time before speaking. "He's not welcome here." "We're not leaving, Mama." "Why did you have to do this?" "Mrs. Johnstone, I love Tarynn." Michael's words fell on deaf ears. She heard but barely acknowledged him, giving him an angry look, then turning back to me. "You need to take him home." "He is home, Mama. Anywhere we are together is our home." Uncle Revis came striding over, his expression filled with hatred. "You need to leave." Michael held out his hand. "I'm Michael Moorland. Nice to meet you, Mr. … " I could tell that my uncle was fighting the urge to spit on my boyfriend's outstretched hand and I gave him an evil look. When it was obvious that he wasn't going to take it, Michael put his hand down, keeping eye contact with him. "Could I speak with you privately?" My uncle just glared at him for a moment before shaking his head. As the two of them moved away, my stomach tied into knots, wondering what the hell Michael was going to say to him. I said a fervent prayer and hoped that God was listening just now. My mother folded her arms over her chest and stood next to me. "What is that fool doing?" "He's being a gentleman, Mama. Haven't you ever seen one of those before?" "Now don't you go getting smart with me, Tarynn, just because your man is here." "I wouldn't have to get smart with you if you'd accepted him." When it happened, I forgot to breathe. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the movement and couldn't get the word NO out in time. My uncle Revis's fist flew, landing squarely on Michael's face and Michael fell backward. Everyone just stared, mouths hanging open. I started to walk over but Mama stopped me, putting a hand on my arm. I shook her off, watching Michael stand and raise a hand to his head. "Michael?" He shook his head toward me and turned back to face my uncle again. I saw his lips move and I saw anger build on my uncle's face. Uncle Revis punched Michael again and he fell a second time, arising a bit slower this time. He shook his head at me again, telling me not to help him and I just stood there, wringing my hands and wondering what the hell to do. Michael faced my uncle again, his shoulders squared and his posture defiant as we all watched. He held his hand out as he had done before and to my surprise, Uncle Revis took it this time. They spoke for a few more minutes before Michael returned to my side, my uncle just steps behind him. "Michael, your eye is swelling up. We'd better get some ice for it." "Nope." He gave me a sweet kiss, a kiss that let everyone know just how deeply his feelings for me ran. "I'm gonna wear this sucker like a badge of honor." "All right, everybody. Show's over. Let's eat!" Uncle Revis paused to give me a kiss on the cheek before heading for the grill and Mama just glared at him. Michael held his hand out to her. "I'm Michael. Michael Moorland." She stared at his hand for a long moment before shaking it. "Renisha." She half-heartedly barked. "And don't call me Mama." "Yes, ma'am." ***** Making love with Michael seemed extra special that night. We stayed at the barbecue for nearly eight hours and by the time we left, Auntie T was begging him to come back for breakfast the next day. Everyone had seen what I saw in him. They'd seen a wonderful, caring man who adored the hell out of me and who had willingly taken on my overprotective uncle to prove his worth. Uncle Revis had taken him aside later and they'd sort of bonded over beers. I say sort of because the depth of my uncle's animosity toward white people was not going to be wiped out overnight but he had learned that he could accept Michael and in learning that, maybe he'd realize that not all white people were 'devils'. When his eye started to blacken, Michael refused ice and my other male relatives treated him like the man that he was, slapping him on the back and toasting him. He took me in the shower first, scrubbing our bodies while his soapy cock scrubbed my cunt clean. We didn't bother to dry off before leaping into bed, fucking like sex drought victims. Later, when I was cuddled to his soft body, trembling from cumming so hard that my asshole was still clenched, he told me what he'd said to Uncle Revis. He'd told him that my uncle's problem was that he couldn't stand the idea that we were fucking and that his dick was bigger than my uncle's. "You said that to my uncle?" "Yep. Then I told him that I intended to fuck you every day and no matter what he said, I would be the only one fucking you. That's when he hit me the second time." "I can't believe you said that." "I didn't think he could, either. He told me that I was all right if I could say shit like that to him and stand up for another whooping." I hugged him closer, pressing a kiss to his ribs with a smile. "I love you." "I love you, too, honey." He chuckled as we started to fall asleep. "This black eye was worth it."