8 comments/ 15336 views/ 9 favorites Yearbook 2005--b/w By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Ch 1 In the 2005 yearbook of St. Thomas Aquinas, there were the usual sections; the graduating class of 2005, followed by the Junior, Sophomore, Freshmen, and Eighth Grade class pictures, both as individuals, and as a group. The faculty photographs followed that; and the intramural sports. The various clubs and groups followed the sports, and then the assorted photographs that showed the casual viewer slices of life, slices of activity in and around the school brought up the rear of the thin hardcover volume. One photograph in that section commanded almost immediate attention. Two of the senior class are standing next to a 1959 Chevy, a somewhat unusual automobile, its large tail fins prominently displayed in the photograph. The two seniors are dancing to an unheard song playing on the car's non-standard stereo system, the tinted windows down so that they can hear the music. Her face has a goofy smile as she bends at the waist, pushing her ample rear end toward him and he bends at the waist to mimic her movement, putting his slimmer backside toward her. The sleeves of his sweater dangle over the girl's hands, obscuring her small hands from sight. He doesn't look cold, though, even though his girlfriend is wearing his sweater. His long sleeve flannel shirt has some warmth in it, and the strenuous dancing generates enough heat too. The caption of the page read "Casual Day." There were five other photographs on that page, showing others dressed in their best 'casual' clothes for 'Casual Day.' xxxx "Brother Dominick, I got a way we can raise money," Elise Beatrice Simone announced as she bustled into his office. "I HAVE," he corrected. "Not 'I got,' I have a way we can raise some money." "Oh, yeah," the blonde senior giggled, flashing her braces at him. "Brother Dominick, I have a way we can raise some money." "He sat, waiting. The girl had been elected, against her wishes, to the post of Treasurer of the Senior Class, but despite not wanting to be treasurer, she was dedicated to a fault. "Shouldn't have gone to the dentist on Election Day," Kaitlin had shrugged when Elise protested. "Casual Day," Elise said. "See, we got to wear..." "HAVE," he corrected again. "We have to wear these stupid uniforms all year," Elise pressed on. "Wasn't aware they were stupid," Brother Dominick interrupted. "You know what I mean," she giggled again. She outlined her idea; on the last Friday of every month, the students would be allowed to wear casual clothing, rather than the school uniforms, but they had to pay two dollars for the privilege. "You ain't got..." You DON'T HAVE," he corrected her again. "Good God, Miss Simone, are you sure you're a Senior, on the cusp of graduating High School?" "You don't have the two bucks, too bad, you got, you have to go home and put on your uniform, none of this 'oh, I'll pay you tomorrow,' 'cause I know these dorks; they'll NEVER pay up," Elise finished her pitch. "Wow, that last sentence was almost grammatically correct," Brother Dominick said. "Well?" Elise demanded. "Nothing racy, revealing, inappropriate. No mini-skirts, no, oh, what do you call them, the shirts that don't go down all the way?" "Crop tops? Belly shirts?" Elise asked. "Those," Brother Dominick agreed. "No tank tops, no shorts." "Got it," Elise promised. "Good. Actually, I think this could be fun," Brother Dominick said. "I'm glad I thought of it." "You!?" Elise screeched, and then giggled again as Brother Dominick smiled playfully at her. xxxx She presented the idea to each of the classes. The twenty eight students in the Senior class, the twenty four in the Junior class, the thirty one in the Sophomore class and the forty nine in the Freshmen classes and the forty four in the Eighth Grade classes were enthusiastic about the new privilege. xxxx "I wonder why there's like twice as many kids in the Freshmen and Eight Grade," she mused aloud at the dinner table. "Easy; Dick shrugged. "What happened thirteen years ago?" "Yeah, yeah, the biggest mistake America ever made," Elise rolled her eyes. "Bill Clinton gets elected to the White House." Dick Davis' dislike of liberal politics was well known in the Davis household. Once, Elise was trying to get her stepfather's attention. In a huff, after being ignored for several minutes, she finally huffed, "I'm so glad I'm a registered Democrat." "What!" Dick yelled. "Oh, good, now that I got your attention, I need..." Elise said. "Very funny, young lady," Dick said, waggling a finger at her. "And then eight years later, America almost makes an even bigger mistake, God damned Gore," Dick said tightly. "Even after getting caught, bold faced lying! 'I invented the Internet,' my ass! But no, no, Honey, think. Something else happened." "I don't know," she finally said, shrugging her shoulders. "Elise," Carmen laughed. "The First Gulf War?" "Oh yeah," Elise said, then shrugged her shoulders again. "So?" "So. Soldiers coming home, haven't seen their wives, their girlfriends in a couple of months, come home heroes?" Dick said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Ew, Dad! You're gross!" Elise screeched. Ch 2 Julie Vogel stood, in all of her blonde glory and smiled as Marlon Dublachon hemmed, hawed and stammered his way through asking the beautiful Junior for a date. "You got to ask Jack, you know that," the girl finally said, ending his babbling. Jack was Julie's older brother, who had taken on the role of her 'father' when their father committed suicide a few years earlier. He took the role seriously; Julie and Marnie Vogel, Jack and Julie's mother indulged him this. Marlon smiled. He and Jack weren't buddies but Jack knew Marlon was one of the good guys. He had even said so himself. Marlon found Jack just where he knew he'd find him; in the gym, practicing basketball. Coach Blanchard didn't like Jack, said Jack was not a team player, but grudgingly admitted that Jack was the best player on the team. "Hey, Jack, "Marlon said and grabbed the ball. "Tell you what," Jack said, after hearing Marlon's case. "I'll make you a bet." "No, Dude," Marlon said. "We ain't playing 'Pick Up,' you'll beat the snot out of me, Dude." "No, no, nothing like that," Jack said, retrieving a rebound. His massive ego was well-stroked by Marlon's concession of his greatness on the court. "Got a trick shot I been working on. I miss it, you and Julie? Have fun, see you." "And if you make it?" Marlon pressed. "You got to go out on a date with...." Jack thought. "No, dude," Marlon objected. "I ain't going nowhere near Gretchen, man." "Aw, why not?" Jack laughed. "At least you'd get you some!" "Rather do my hand, dude," Marlon said, shuddering at the thought of sleeping with the unattractive Gretchen Dunbar. Just then, Roberta 'Bobbi' Quarveros strolled by. "Her," Jack said, pointing to the dark skinned girl. "No way!" Marlon protested loudly, making the girl look at the two boys. Her face darkened and she scowled at Marlon. She brushed her long hair back with her hand, tucking it behind her ear and quickened her pace. "See, man, she freaking hates me," Marlon said. "Too bad, man," Jack shrugged. "Never know, I might miss this shot. It's a hard one." "Okay, what is it?" Marlon asked, challengingly. "Bounce the ball off the floor, into the basket, from the free throw line," Jack said. "Bounce the... From the free throw line?" Marlon asked. "Yep," Jack said. "I miss, you and Julie, have fun. Just get her home before midnight." "You're on," Marlon said. There was no way he'd make such an impossible shot. Jack smirked as he steeped up to the free throw line, bounced the ball a couple of times, testing the ball's velocity, then heaved the ball downward. "You and Bobbi have a lovely time," Jack said as the ball swished through, barely disturbing the net. "Aw, you mother fucker!" Marlon had to laugh. "Tell you what, dude," Jack said as he clasped Marlon's hand in congratulations. "Go out on a date with Bobbi, I'll let you take Julie out next time, okay?" "Yeah, yeah," Marlon said half-heartedly. "Bobbi says no, though shot with Julie," Jack said and bounced the ball though the hoop again, again not even touching the net. "You're an ass hole, Vogel, you know that?" Marlon said. Xxxx Bobbi looked up as Marlon slowly made his way toward her table. She did not like him, had not liked him from their first day of school at St. Thomas Aquinas when the two Eight Graders had collided in the hall. "N*gger!" Marlon had spat contemptuously as he picked his books up. Her father, mother and she sat in Brother Dominick's office while Marlon, his mother and father pleaded with Brother Dominick not to expel Marlon. Her mother and father tightly accepted the frightened boy's apology, but Marlon was aware he was on thin ice. Five years later, she still held the resentment. She resented the majority of the students, but Marlon received the bulk of her anger; he was the only one that had ever given voice to what she was sure the largely white population of St. Thomas Aquinas really felt. What the majority of the largely white, lower middle class of Bender, Louisiana thought. "What you want, Cracker?" she hissed as he sat down across from her. "Sitting down, eating my lunch," he shrugged. "I didn't say you could sit here," she spat. He got up, looked at the seat, looked behind it, looked underneath it, then shrugged and sat down again. "Don't see no sign on it says I can't sit here," he said and began eating again. He looked up and smiled almost apologetically as the pretty girl stared murderous daggers at him. She was pretty, when she wasn't glaring in hatred. Her face was round, framed by the long, cark hair. Her eyes weren't dark brown, but were rather a soft, caramel brown, as was the hue of her skin. Actually, she looked more Latin than African American. Her best feature was her smile; a rare sight, but a beautiful one when it was seen. Her body was slightly pudgy; her breasts were definitely noticeable, but weren't huge. They certainly weren't on the same scale as Kaitlin Monroe's that was for sure. Being short, her legs were a little on the stubby side, emphasized by their thickness, and her rear end was rather pronounced. Once, David Leblanc had affixed a strip of paper to a bent paper clip and hung it on the waistband of Bobbi's skirt. She walked around for nearly a half an hour with 'Wide Load' prominently displayed on her rear end until Sister Beatrice yanked the paper off of the girl's waistband. Then the entire school had to go into the gymnasium/auditorium to endure an hour long lecture on political correctness and respecting others' bodies. She ignored his attempts at conversation and he smiled when he'd finished his lunch. "See you later," he said and she glared daggers at his retreating back. Xxxx She could barely contain her giggles as he made his way toward her table. He put his tray down across from her again, and then looked at the seat. She had taped a piece of paper to the backrest of the chair. "Marlon Dublachon can't sit here." He looked at the six other chairs around the table. All of them had similar papers taped to them. He looked at her and burst out laughing "Here," she said, giggling and pulled the paper off of the chair to her right. She turned and pulled the paper off of the chair to her left and turned around again. She was very surprised to see that he'd taken the seat to her right, next to her. She'd expected him to just pull the sheet of paper off of the chair across from her when he saw her taking the papers off of the chairs. He was good looking. That was part of the reason it had hurt her feelings so much when he called her that word. He had sandy blonde hair, warm brown eyes, and an easy smile. His chin and jaw line were square, strong looking, and his body, scrawny as an eight-grader, had filled out very nicely. He was tall, six foot one or two, to her short five foot stature. "Hey, um, I was um, kind of hoping, you ever been to Manny's?" he asked between bites of the school lunch. "Ha ha, very funny," she spat at him, scowling again. "What?" he asked, frowning. "Manny's?" she said. "Manuel Quarveros? My dad is Manny's, dummy." "No kidding?" Marlon asked and smiled. "Dude, your dad's got the best Mexican anywhere!" "I ain't a 'dude,'" she said, slightly mollified. At least he hadn't been trying to be funny, or derogatory about her family's business. Kaitlin and the other snotty bitches Kaitlin hung out with were always making rude, snide comments about her being a waitress. She brushed her long black hair back with her hand, a nervous habit of hers. He made her nervous, sitting right next to her; she could see some of the students looking over, slightly curious. "So, um, I guess you wouldn't want to eat there, huh?" he asked, a slow blush beginning and spreading. "No. Not really. Why?" she asked, and stuck a forkful of the school spaghetti in her mouth. "I um, I was kind of, hey, you ever eat at Bombay's? Out in Kimble?" Marlon asked. "Um, it's right there on nineteen?" "No, well, I mean, my cousin got married and Bombay's did the catering, man my dad was so mad! He does catering too, you know? We almost didn't go to the wedding because of that," Bobbi said. "So um, you want to go?" Marlon asked hopefully. "Wait, what?" Bobbi asked him, realization setting in. He was blushing hotly now, his entire face a bright red. She looked at him for a long moment. "You mean, like on a date or something?" she finally asked. "Look, I know we didn't get off on the right foot and stuff, but that was like, what? Five years ago?" Marlon said quickly, almost pleading. "I um, I got to ask my mom," Bobbi said, her own face darkening with a hot blush. "Um, okay," Marlon said. "Um, can I get your number; I'll call you um, later tonight?" Xxxx "That boy, the one that called you...?" Maria asked, "Yes ma'am," Bobbi said. "Is fine with me, but you know how your father is," Maria agreed. "Can YOU ask him?" Bobbi begged. "Roberta, what you think?" Maria asked. "When that little boy, what was his name, Tyrone? When that boy wanted to take you to the Sweetheart Dance, who asked your father, huh?" "You did," Bobbi said and hugged her mother tightly. "This might be a little different, though," Maria warned. "This boy's white, right? And he did call you..." "Five years ago!" Bobbi protested. "You know your father," Maria said. "An elephant! Never forget nothing! Oh, except the anniversary. Or my birthday? That, that he forget all the time!" Ch3 Manuel glared pure hatred as the boy pulled to a stop in front of the house. Bad enough his little Roberta wanted to go out on a date, and wanted to go out on a Friday night. Friday and Saturday nights were the busiest at the restaurant; she was sorely needed there. But she wanted to go out on a date with a white boy. THAT white boy. "Manuel, sit down," Maria demanded. "Like a bull, ready to charge!" A flurry of Spanish shot back and forth between husband and wife and Manuel's mood was even darker when Marlon knocked on the door. "Yeah?" he demanded when he yanked open the door. "Hi, I'm um, I'm Marlon? Um, I'm here to pick up Bobbi?" Marlon stammered. "Yeah?" Manuel snarled. "Want to call ME 'n*gger?' Huh? Want to call me that, to my face?" "Sir," Marlon said, regaining his composure. "That was five years ago; when I was a stupid little kid. I was sorry then; I told you I was sorry, you said you accepted my apology, didn't you?" Manuel looked up at the youth; Marlon was at least six inches taller than him and grudgingly nodded his head. "Daddy, please," Bobbi begged from behind him. "What time you going to have her home?" Manuel demanded. "When would you like her home?" Marlon countered. "I'll make sure she's back in plenty of time." "Six thirty," Manuel snapped. "Okay," Marlon agreed, then glanced at his watch. "That's fine; fifteen minutes' better than nothing." Bobbi's heart did a little flutter. Maria smiled, despite her anger with her husband. "Manuel, let the boy in," she demanded. Marlon nodded his thanks to Maria and again introduced himself. Husband and wife were nearly the same height and stocky build. Manuel was very dark skinned, being half Haitian and Half Guatemalan. Maria, being full Guatemalan was darker than Marlon, but lighter skinned than her husband. The husband still scowled at him, but the wife actually smiled. "Um, actually, um, I was um thinking we'd go to Bombay, then um, there's that 'Saw' movie playing, oh, hey, you okay with that? I mean, it's supposed to be scary," Marlon said. "No, no, that's fine," Bobbi agreed. "So um, that gets out at; the next showing is at like ten thirty, so ten thirty okay?" Marlon asked Manuel. "Ten thirty," Manuel said tightly. "Not eleven, not eleven thirty. TEN THIRTY, got it?" "Yes sir," Marlon agreed. "What you whispering about over there?" Manuel demanded of his wife as the mother whispered something to Bobbi. "Telling her behaves herself," Maria claimed, looking her husband in the eye, daring him to say otherwise. "Uh huh," Manuel said, not believing his wife. "Bye Daddy," Bobbi said. "Good Bye Mr. Quarveros, Mrs. Quarveros," Marlon said politely. "Uh huh," Manuel snapped. "Whew!" Marlon let out his breath when the door closed behind them. xxxx "You um, you look real nice," Marlon said as he opened the car door for her. "Thanks," she said and got into his mother's car. She was wearing a pair of distressed jeans (they were 'borderline' on Casual Day) and a red cotton blouse. She had changed several times, trying to find just the right outfit for her date. He was dressed in slightly baggy jeans and a flannel shirt; even though it was ninety degrees on this September evening. He also had on his favorite tennis shoes, his Air Jordans. The size thirteen shoes were still gleaming white; he wore them only on dates. "I mean, we see each other all the time, but we always got on those stupid uniforms and stuff," Marlon said as he started the car. "Yeah," Bobbi agreed. "But you look um, you look real nice out of your uniform," Marlon went on. "I bet I do!" she laughed out loud. "But how would YOU know?" "That's not what I mean!" Marlon protested. "You know what I mean!" Both eighteen year olds enjoyed a good laugh at Marlon's slip of the tongue. Hashim showed the couple to a small table. If he thought anything about a white youth and a black youth together, his face did not register it. "So um, what's good here?" Bobbi asked, looking at the menu. "I um, I really don't know, I never ate here before," Marlon admitted. "I hear a lot of this stuff is spicy though; my mom and dad eat here all the time." "Ah, maybe you like the chicken Tika," Hashim suggested as he pointed it out on the menu. "It's not too spicy, goes very good with the saffron rice." "At my cousin's wedding, y'all had this um, this lamb stuff, it was like almost a sausage kind of thing," Bobbi asked. "Ah yes, yes, the shiskabob; you like that?" Hashim said, smiling. "Yes," Bobbi enthusiastically agreed. "Y'all ran out; we was just shoveling that stuff down!" "Where's that at?" Marlon asked, looking at the menu. "Lamb dishes, here," Hashim said, pointing. "Oh, oh, and y'all had that, oh man! What was that, it was this all vegetable stuff, real hot,"" Bobbi went on. "Hot like spicy or hot like have to blow on it?" Hashim asked. Yearbook 2005--b/w "Spicy, it was burning my mouth, but it was soooo good!" Bobbi said. "Ah, that was the vegetable psandah," Hashim smiled and turned to Marlon. "It a good thing you brought her. Without her, you'd be starving; you wouldn't know what to eat." "Yes sir," Marlon laughed. "It's a real good thing I brought her." Xxxx He stopped, a little surprised, when she took his hand. She noticed the hesitation and felt foolish and tried to pull her hand away but he gripped it tightly and began walking toward his mother's car again. She relaxed and enjoyed the feeling of his large hand holding her smaller one. The movie was scary, but predictable. Most of the dialogue was clichéd, and much of the plot points were far-fetched. Neither Bobbi nor Marlon really noticed, though. "Hey, let me ask you something," Bobbi asked when the lights dimmed and the first very loud preview blared out. "Yeah, what?" Marlon asked, bending over to hear her better. In answer, her arms went around his neck and her full lips pressed against his. For the next ninety three minutes, they made out with each other. When they weren't jamming their tongues into each other's mouths, her small hands were pressing his large ones to her thirty six C breasts. "No, please don't," she wheezed when his hand strayed to her crotch. "Uh!" he groaned. He could feel the heat in her crotch, feel the moisture of her crotch, knew she was just as excited as she was, but pulled his hand away. xxxx She blushed hotly as she looked at the crotch and seat of her jeans. They were soaked; a very large dark patch was clearly visible. It actually looked as if she had urinated in them. Carefully, she dabbed at her pubic hair and the crotch of her panties, and then flushed the commode. Julie Vogel, Mandy Hebert, Kaitlin Monroe, and Kizzy Clark were crowding into the bathroom as she washed her hands. Kizzy was the only one of the clique that actually greeted her; Julie smirked at her and the other two girls dashed into the cubicles. "Have fun with Marlon," Julie taunted as Bobbi left the bathroom. Bobbi wondered briefly what Julie meant by that remark; why did she say it in such a mocking tone? Marlon was cute, and at least she was out on a date, a real date, not out with a bunch of girls. Marlon smiled politely as he watched the group of girls crowding into the bathroom and wondered briefly why he'd asked Julie out on a date. Yeah, she was beautiful; problem was, she knew it. He wondered how many of her friends really liked her, how many of them were just caught up in her aura. He smiled as he watched Bobbi walking toward him. Her smile made him smile all the wider. xxxx "Ooh, we better hurry," Marlon said, looking at his watch. "Nuh uh," Bobbi laughed. "That's what my mom was telling me; Dad's at work. As long as you get me home before midnight, she's cool with it." "No ma'am," Marlon said firmly. "I made a promise to your dad. I ain't taking no chances." "Manuel, what you doing, huh?" Marie insisted when Manuel came barging into the house. "Waiting to see if that white boy's got my little Roberta home on time like he said," Manuel said loudly. Bobbi's eyes grew wide; Daddy's car was in the driveway. "And five minutes to spare," Marlon announced and shut off the engine. "He's here," Bobbi agreed. "Um, I um, you want to do something tomorrow?" Marlon asked. "Um, like what?" Bobbi asked. "Um, my um, my little sister, she's been bugging me to go to that petting zoo they got in Lafayette," Marlon said. "I didn't know you had a little sister," Bobbi said. "Yeah, she's um, she's nine and she's always bugging me and stuff," Marlon said. "She's a total pain in the butt." Bobbi smiled. He might be complaining, but it was obvious that he loved his little sister. "Sure," she agreed. "Come on, let's go ask your dad if it's okay," Marlon said and opened the car door. "We don't got to ask him," Bobbi said defiantly. "You don't, but I do," Marlon said. Manuel wanted to hate the boy, wanted to hate him with every fiber of his being, but had to grudgingly agree that Bobbi could go with him to the zoo in the morning. Xxxx "Marlon's got a girlfriend," Debbie sang out as they drove to the Quarveros house. "Uh huh, let you out right here," Marlon threatened as Debbie and Emily giggled to each other. Maria was charmed as the polite young man introduced his sister Debbie and her friend Emily to her. "Yeah, this one?" Marlon said, grabbing Debbie by the collar of her shirt. "Had her locked in the trunk of the car, but somehow she keeps getting out." "He does not!" Debbie protested loudly. "Hey," Marlon smiled as Bobbi entered the small living room. "She's black?" Debbie asked, shocked. "He didn't tell you that?" Maria asked the little girl. "No ma'am," Debbie said, still gaping at the dark skinned girl. "Didn't think about it, really," Marlon admitted, blushing hotly. "But that's okay, huh?" Maria pressed, looking at the little girl. "Well, I guess so," Debbie conceded. "She goes to school with Marlon, right?" "Yes she does," Maria said. "Well then I guess its okay," Debbie said, nodding her head in approval. Maria laughed as she watched, through the window of the living room. Marlon had picked his little sister up and was trying to put the thrashing, squealing and laughing girl into the trunk of the car. "No, no!" Debbie squealed. "Emily! Bobbi! Save me!" "Put her down," Bobbi ordered. "Oh thank you," Debbie said and hugged her new friend tightly as Marlon slammed the trunk shut. Xxxx They were mindful of their surroundings and did not kiss or grope each other. It was hard to keep his hands to himself, though. She wore shorts and a white tank top with white socks and white canvas sneakers, looking both cute and sexy at the same time. The denim shorts emphasized the fullness of her hips and buttocks and the tank top was snug over her firm breasts. He had on his favorite sneakers again, snug jeans, and a wife beater shirt. Debbie decided that Bobbi was 'one of the girls' and so Bobbi had to do everything she and Emily did. Before long, Bobbi was having as much fun as the girls, feeding the animals and feeling their soft pelts. "Watch them," Marlon mouthed to her and Bobbi nodded her head yes. He sprinted away and she watched as he ran. "Damn, but that boy's got him a fine ass," she thought, looking at the snug jeans ripple and flex as he ran. "What you got in the bag?" Debbie demanded when he rejoined them. "Boogers," he said. "All kind of boogers and snot and stuff; want to see?" "Ew!" Debbie, Emily, and Bobbi all screeched. "You are so gross," Bobbi laughed, looping an arm around his waist. "Uh huh," he smiled. "Okay, who wants Taco Smell?" "I do, I do," Emily and Debbie said. "Uh huh, and who wants Burger Dump?" "Um," Debbie and Emily hemmed, now undecided. "And Smack Donald's?" Marlon asked. "Anyone want Smak Donald's?" "Ooh, they got the best malts," Emily said. "What you want, Sweetheart?" Marlon asked. "What'd you call her?" Debbie demanded. "Yeah, what'd you call me?" Bobbi asked, hugging him tightly, looking up into his face. "Um, Sweetheart?" he said, blushing hotly. "Um! You like her," Debbie and Emily taunted. "Yes I do," Marlon admitted. "I guess McDonald's is fine," she said, squeezing him even tighter. xxxx Marlon and Bobbi, sitting in a tree," Debbie and Emily sang out from the rear seat as they drove down I-10, toward Bender. "Let them out here if you want me to," Marlon offered. "No!" Debbie and Emily screamed out. "No, no, better not," Bobbi said. "K. I. S. S. I. N. G," Emily and Debbie whispered loudly, and then burst into gales of giggles as Marlon tapped the brake pedal, as if he was going to pull over. "Hey, um, I'd um, I really want to see you tonight, but I um, I got to baby sit Debbie; my mom and dad are going out to eat tonight, Marlon said as he pulled up in front of Bobbi's house. "Oh that's all right, my dad's going to need me to work tonight," Bobbi said. "Um, I um, I got you this," Marlon said and pulled a small stuffed lamb out of the bag. Aw!" Bobbi exclaimed, hugged it to her chest, then leaned over and kissed him. "Um!" Both girls screeched from the back seat. "Shut up!" Marlon demanded and the girls squealed louder. "I'll see you later," Bobbi said, getting one more kiss from him before opening the door to her house. "Bye," Marlon agreed then shook his fist at the two girls that hung out of the rear window of the car, yelling and catcalling. Xxxx Hey, I got only a couple of minutes, but um, on Sunday, we're closed and what we do is we all go to nine o'clock Mass, and then we come back here and then we, um, my dad cooks a big old meal and we all sit around and you want to come over?" Bobbi jabbered into the phone. "Roberta! We don't got no time you on the phone!" Manuel yelled as he barreled his way through the kitchen. "Yeah, what time?" Marlon asked. "Well, nine o'clock Mass starts at..." Bobbi said. "Oh, okay, see you at Mass," Marlon agreed. "Was that your girlfriend?" Emily teased. "Yeah, jealous?" Marlon teased back. Xxxx It was killing him. His little Roberta, his Bobbi, giving that boy all of her attention, shooting him those loving adoring looks. He loved his beautiful wife, loved his son Juan, even if Juan was lazy, didn't want to work hard, didn't want to learn nothing about the restaurant, had to threaten the boy just to get him to work, but his Bobbi was the very breath of his life. "Manuel!" Maria hissed. "We're in church! You better pray to God He forgive you!" "Baby you just don't..." he said, the words catching in his throat. "Yes, yes, Manny, yes I do understand," Maria whispered. "You forget? She's my daughter too." Xxxx "Mr. Quarveros, can I help with anything?" the cursed boy was in his kitchen now. His kitchen. Bad enough the boy was an intrusion in his home. But Juan was nowhere in sight. There was his precious Bobbi, looking at him, that look in her eyes, begging him for acceptance, for approval. "Sure, boy, I let you cut up some onion, you going to cut yourself?" Manuel asked. "Might have to show me what end to hold, but I'll try," Marlon smiled. "I'm proud of you," his wife whispered to him. His little Bobbi; she wouldn't take her eyes off of the boy. Even Juan was animated, loudly joining in the conversation, instead of sullenly sitting there, pushing food around on his plate, and then slamming away from the table after an argument. "Uh huh," he agreed then sipped his glass of wine. Xxxx Her breasts were cone shaped capped with dark nipples. Her belly button was a deep tunnel in her slightly pudgy belly. Her hips swelled out into beautiful round hips and her buttocks were high, proud, full globes. Her pubic hair was dark, tightly curled wisps that could not fully cover her fleshy lips as they peeked out. She groaned as he drove a finger into her drooling pussy, then slowly sank to her knees and gripped his swollen manhood in her small hand. "Do it like this?" she asked as she put her full lips around the head of his cock. "Aw, shit!" he groaned as he shot stream after stream of his semen on the wall of his shower. "Damn!" he gasped as his legs almost gave out from the force of the orgasm. Ch 4 "Hey, saw you out on a date with Bobbi," Julie smirked at Marlon. "Yeah," he smiled. "Well, Jack said since you did your part of the bet, it's cool if you want to go out with me now," Julie said. He heard the gasp come from behind him and turned in time to see a small blob run away. "Bobbi! Wait!" he cried out. She felt so stupid. He didn't really like her; it was just some stupid game he was playing so that he could go out with that blonde bitch, Julie 'my shit don't stink' Vogel. But he'd hugged her and kissed her, oh my God! When he kissed her, it was so beautiful. He had called her 'sweetheart.' Sweetheart. But obviously that didn't mean anything. And he even brought his little sister over and they went out to the zoo, and he bought her that stupid little lamb and it had a little heart pendant around its neck. Boy was she ever stupid for believing he could ever like her. She was just a n*gger to him, a stupid n*gger. "Bobbi?" he asked. "Go away!" she screamed at him. "I fucking hate you!" "No Bobbi," he said determinedly. "I don't know what you think you heard, but it's not like that. Yeah, I did have some stupid bet with Jack 'cause I wanted a date with Julie, but then we went out and I don't want her no more, it's you I'd rather be with and..." "Hey!" Kizzy yelled out as she entered the girls' restroom. "Leave us alone, please?" Marlon begged. "Damn, could've locked the door, huh?" Kizzy complained and left the room. "Is this another stupid bet?" Bobbi sullenly asked. "Yeah, right, Bobbi, where am I huh?" he said. "I could get kicked out for this; you really think this is another bet?" "It's cool," she said after she scanned the hall in both directions. She and Marlon quickly got out of the girls' restroom and tried to 'casually stroll' down the hallway, but the excitement of evading detection mounted and they began to giggle, and then laugh out loud. "Stop it," Bobbi gasped, trying to catch her breath. "You stop it," he laughed back. "And what, may I ask, is so terribly funny, Mr. Dublachon?" Sister Theresa asked harshly. "Hi Sister Theresa," Marlon gasped out. "Well?" she demanded. "Okay, okay, why did the chicken cross the road?" Marlon asked. "That is not what you two are laughing at," Sister Theresa snapped. "No, no, come on, guess. Why did the chicken cross the road" Marlon insisted. "I don't know, to get to the other side?" she snapped. "No, to show the armadillo it could be done," Marlon said and both teenagers again burst into giggles. "Get to class," sister Theresa ordered and stomped away. "Ooh, you quick; I'm going to have to keep an eye on you," Bobbi said, slapping Marlon's arm. Xxxx "This," Marlon said as he showed Bobbi the 1959 Chevrolet. "Isn't it unbelievable? And he only wants nine thousand 'cause it's not all original." "Naw, hell only thing's original is the body," Bob Robichaux agreed, walking up from the garage. Even the chassis is bastardized." "How can you tell?" Bobbi asked, looking at the car. It looked just like any other old car to her. "Stamped on it," Bob smiled. "Marlon, what you doing here, huh?" "Hi Mister Robichaux, I'm showing my girlfriend the car," Marlon said. Girlfriend. Her heart actually skipped a beat when he said that. That blonde bitch, Julie Vogel could kiss her big black ass; Marlon Dublachon was calling her 'his girlfriend,' not Julie. "How much you got?" Bobbi asked Marlon. "I got about five saved up," Marlon said. "Mr. Robichaux, there any way he can work off the rest?" she asked the older man point blank. Bob looked at the boy for a long moment. "Know anything about cars?" he finally asked. "Well, any time my mom's car breaks down, she don't ask my dad, she comes and gets me," Marlon agreed. "Oh! And my grandfather? I was always helping him with his tractors and his boat motor and stuff!" "Your grandfather's Marlon Huvall?" Bob asked. "Yeah, owned the Texaco..." Marlon agreed. "Corner of Benson and fifty two," Bob finished for him. "Worked for him back when I was in high school! And he let you work on his boat motor?" "Yeah, well, he was right there the whole time," Marlon admitted. "Believe it; he was the same way with me," Bob laughed. "You even farted wrong, Mr. Huvall was jumping all over you." "Yeah, well, my Uncle Jimmy's running it now, but Paw-paw stops in every now and then, tells Uncle Jimmy he's doing it wrong," Marlon laughed. Bob smiled, thinking back to his high school days. Dating Rebecca Davis, needing a couple of bucks. Mr. Huvall was a crotchety son of a bitch to work for, but he had a real weakness for the ladies. If Bob asked for Friday night off, the answer was an immediate 'NO!' But if Rebecca cane in and asked Mr. Huvall if Bobby could please have Friday night off to take her to the Westgate Drive-In, he'd blush and fuss and mutter and then agree. "Here, boy, get her popcorn, treat a lady right, you hear?" Mr. Huvall would snap and slip Bob a couple of bucks. Bob missed having his son, Paul, at the car lot. But Paul was up in Monroe, Louisiana, at college now. Bob wanted to be home, with his wife Maria, and their two year old daughter, but couldn't be in two places at once. "What are your grades like?" Bob asked. "They're okay, I guess," Marlon said and shrugged. "Spanish's kicking my butt." Xxxx "Oh my God, Maria, you have to see this," Manuel laughed as the baby blue Chevy pulled up to the curb. "And I'M the n*gger? Look at them white walls!" "Daddy!" Bobbi said, horrified. "Please don't embarrass me!" "Boy, what you got there?" Manuel laughed as he walked outside. "It's a 1959..." Marlon said proudly. "Ooh wee! You are something!" Manuel laughed, walking around the large automobile. "Love them white walls!" "It all right if I take Bobbi to school?" Marlon asked. "Boy, ain't no worry she'll get hurt in this big old tank, huh?" Manuel laughed, putting an arm over the boy's shoulder. "Think my Daddy likes you," Bobbi said happily as they cranked up Gwen Stefani. "Think he likes the car," Marlon agreed. "Man! Wish we didn't have to go to school today!" Bobbi declared. "Oh yeah?" Marlon smiled as he pulled up into the school parking lot. "What'd we be doing?" "Oh, I don't know," Bobbi said coyly, playfully edging the hem of her plaid skirt up a few inches. "Maybe go to the zoo again? Maybe go to Bombay's? Oh! I know! We could go to the Basin!" "Man, wish we didn't have school today!" Marlon groaned. Bobbi giggled happily as she got out of the car. The large door was heavy and she had to put her weight into slamming the door shut. He walked behind her, admiring the way her skirt flounced back and forth with each step, the way her dark thighs looked above the white knee socks. His cock began to stiffen at the thought of easing her skirt down; her panties were probably as white as the socks and the blouse. "Hey, you're my boyfriend, right?" she loudly demanded. Several students looked at them, including Julie Vogel and her entourage. "Well, yeah," Marlon stammered, blushing hotly. "Ain't you supposed to be carrying my books?" She demanded. "Well um," he stammered. "It wasn't until they were past the scowling Julie Vogel that Marlon realized what Bobbi's little game was. "Uh huh, I see how it is," he said and Bobbi laughed out loud. Xxxx In a lot of ways, it was just like having his son Paul on the lot again. Marlon was bright, energetic, polite, and very interested in the automobiles he worked on. Often, he would come in and tell Bob what he'd found out about a particular model on the internet. "Uh huh, still don't tell me why the transmission's locked up, huh?" Bob would grunt. "Or why the guy had it never changed the oil," Marlon would agree. "You seen the oil filter?" xxxx "Got three of them in Houston," Bob said as he filled the flatbed with diesel. "Just call Miss Marie when you're ready to lock up and she'll come and arm the alarm, okay?" "Be careful," Marlon agreed. "Uh huh; you too," Bob said. "You run into any trouble, any trouble at all, don't be no hero. Nothing here worth dying for, hear?" Bob laughed as he pulled the truck's horn and made Marlon jump. He backed the truck out of the lot onto the road, and then headed west, toward Houston, Texas. Yearbook 2005--b/w "And you're there, all by yourself?" Bobbi whispered into her cell phone "Yeah, Mr. Bob's gone to Houston get a couple more; one of them's a 1957 Thunderbird, rag top, you believe?" Marlon asked. "Uh huh," Bobbi said, not really caring what kind of cars Mr. Bob was going to get. "So, need any company?" "Roberta, you finish your homework first, you hear?" Maria interrupted. "I did," Bobbi said petulantly. "An hour," Maria decided. "Go there, see him, be back at..." She looked at the clock on the wall. "Eight o'clock," she concluded. "Eight o'clock?" Bobbi complained. "Roberta, it is a school night, you forget that?" Maria said tersely. "Yes ma'am," Bobbi said and dashed out the house. "Oh, okay, good bye, no no, I love you too, don't worry about kissing me good bye," Maria called out sarcastically. "Hey, what you doing here?" Marlon said happily as he looked out from underneath the 1968 Camaro. "Came to see you, what you think?" Bobbi said, crouching down to peer at him. "Uh huh," Marlon said, looking directly at her cotton covered crotch. "Oh, hey!" Bobbi complained, realizing what he was looking at. He stammered an apology, but she walked away. "Let me finish this up, okay?" Marlon asked as she came back and squatted down again, legs clamped tightly together. "Uh huh, hurry up, I only got until eight," Bobbi said. She was fifteen minutes late getting home; her lips still tingling from his kisses, her breasts still throbbing from his hands. Her own hands felt tingly from where they'd stroked Marlon's cock through the rough coveralls he wore. Xxxx Bob was slightly uncomfortable in the bar, but Dirk insisted that Rooster's had the best hamburgers in Houston, and the fact that they were served by hot young ladies wearing nothing but pasties and g-strings made the place all the more appealing to the salesman. "Hi, welcome to Rooster's," Cindy Jensen intoned as she stood by their table. "My name is Cindy and I'll be taking care of you gentlemen tonight." Bob looked at the hazel eyes; they were cold, harsh. She was smiling as she spoke with them, but her eyes did not see them and the smile did not reach the unseeing eyes. "Uh yeah, uh Cindy, I'd like an ice tea, unsweetened," Bob said and she sauntered away. "How about that, huh?" Dirk crowed as Bob watched the young woman stroll away. "Uh huh," Bob said. It had been three years since Paul and Cindy had dated, but he recognized her right away. She probably had recognized him as well, but had not acknowledged him. Throughout the meal, if she recognized him, it never registered. She laughed hollowly at Dirk's attempts at humor and politely declined to give Dirk her phone number. "I don't think my husband would appreciate that," she laughed, an empty laugh. "Oh?" Bob said. "You're married now? Congratulations; who's the lucky bastard?" Um, Bill, bill Bagget," Cindy said quickly. "Bull shit," Bob said after she walked away to get their pecan pies and coffees. "You know that girl?" Dirk finally realized. "Might say that," Bob said. "My son dated her when they was in high school." "And he let that get away?" Dirk whistled. "Bet he's kicking himself every night." "No, not really, the girls he's dating now? Ten times better that that," Bob said. Cindy resisted the urge to 'accidentally' dump Bob's coffee into his lap as she set their coffees and pie slices down, practiced smile never leaving her face. "Hey, where the fuck you going?" Victor yelled at Cindy as she pulled on her coat. "Fucking quit, dick head," Cindy spat and stomped out of the restaurant. The new girl that presented Dirk with the check actually did let the smile reach her eyes and shrugged amicably when Dirk asked what had happened to Cindy. Xxxx He eased Bobbi's white panties down and off and she spread her pudgy legs wide apart for him. Her dark curls glistened with her excitement and he could smell the musky scent of her arousal in the car. "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong," he asked and bent his head close to her pussy. "Son of a bitch," he grunted as he pumped stream after stream of his semen on the walls of his shower. Ch 5 The pink gown set off her dusky skin beautifully. She cursed her lumps and bulges of fat; the snug fit of the gown seemed to emphasize them. A stern look from Maria to Juan stilled him from pointing that fact out to his little sister. "Aw, come on, one more," Anna insisted and Marlon obliged her with another pose in his tuxedo. "Me too," Debbie insisted and Marlon picked up the girl and posed with his little sister. "So, when we going to meet this girl?" Paw-paw asked his voice thin with age. "Soon, Paw-paw, okay? I'll bring her by one day, all right?" Marlon said. No one had told the old man that Bobbi was one quarter African-American; he was a horrible racist. "See there" he once told Marlon as they drove past the old cemetery nestled between Kimble and Bender. "There's some good n*ggers in there. Know why they good n*ggers?" "No, Paw-paw," the five year old Marlon had said, looking at the rows and rows of old tombstones and grave markers. "'Cause they all dead," Paw-paw had cackled merrily. Benny slipped his son another hundred dollar bill and Marlon nodded his appreciation, not telling his dad that Bob had also slipped him a hundred. "Hey, um, get me a picture, you know, of you and Bobbi, at the dance, huh?" Bob had asked and pointed to the row of photographs of his own son and the various dates Paul had brought to the Homecoming dances over the years he was a student at St. Thomas Aquinas. "Put your picture right here, okay?" "Ooh wee, boy, you looking sharp!" Manuel said as he opened the door and let the young man enter the living room. "Oh wow," Marlon said as he looked at Bobbi. "Behave yourself, boy," Manuel growled. "Um, yes sir," Marlon said and carefully pinned the corsage onto the gown. "One thirty?" Bobbi said again as they headed to Bombay's. "You believe he said we could stay out until one thirty?" Xxxx Julie Vogel and her entourage and their dates stood in line and waited for an available table. "I am so sorry," Hashim said, waving his arm to indicate the quite crowded restaurant. "Next time, you make reservations, okay?" "Not going to be a next time," Julie hissed angrily. "Ah, Mr. Marlon, Miss Bobbi, you come see me again?" Hashim said happily and ushered the two to their table. "Hey, wait a minute," Julie protested. "They smart, they make reservation," Hashim shrugged and wished another couple well as they left. Marlon, usually quite attentive to her, usually quite complimentary of her, could not stop gawking at her, would not stop heaping the praise on top of praise. Even Julie's not so quietly muttered comment about 'big ass' did not mar her mood. "Thank you, bye bye, you come see me again, okay?" Hashim said and then rolled his eyes as Julie loudly called for another diet coke. "Um, it okay if, I'd I kind of want a couple of those pictures," Marlon said as he guided her toward the photographer's booth. "ooh, can I get one for my mom and dad too?" Bobbi begged, batting her eyelashes at him playfully. "Plleeeaassse?" The photographer was charging fifteen dollars a print and Marlon did the math in his head. "Um, like six of them, okay?" he asked the bored photographer. "Come back in about an hour, let me know which ones you like, okay?" he said and slid Marlon's change across the table. Even having lost the 'Homecoming' game did not mar the enthusiasm of the students as they walked around in the ballroom, the school's gymnasium. "Dude, Cabrini sucks!" Tommy McElroy loudly proclaimed and he and Marlon high-fived each other. "Um, didn't they beat us? We lost, right?" Bobbi asked Marlon after Tommy and David Leblanc and their dates walked away. "Yeah, thirty eight to ten," Marlon agreed, laughing. "But they still suck." Neither one of them really knew much about dancing. Marlon suffered from terminal shyness and Bobbi rarely went out on dates; her anger kept most people away. But at least they were willing to try, which was a lot more than the majority of the students were doing. Most of the males were crowded around each other, jostling and preening and posing and the girls were chattering with each other. At ten, Tommy McElroy was crowned as Homecoming King and donned the crown to the jeers of his fellow students. "Fixed," Marlon yelled. "You should have won," Bobbi agreed. He was so handsome in his tuxedo, yet he made her feel like she was the beautiful one. "And now for your Homecoming Queen," Brother Dominick hemmed and pretended to be squinting at the paper. "Bet it's you," Marlon said. "Yeah right, goofball," Bobbi smiled and waited to hear who was going to be queen. "It was a difficult decision, I am sure," Brother Dominick said, looking at the students. "I mean, look at all of you. Give yourselves a round of applause, huh? So many attractive young ladies and young men here tonight." A loud cheer went up when Brother Dominick announced that Elise Simone was their Homecoming Queen. "What?" Elise said, stunned. Her friends screamed and squealed and shoved her toward a grinning Tommy McElroy as he held out her crown. She had been asked to Homecoming by quite a few of the Senior and even three of the Junior males dared step outside of their circle and asked her. She knew Gretchen, Rayne, Kelli, and Becky did not have dates, so she politely declined all of invitations. The five girls had crammed into Elaine's minivan, Becky's wheelchair in the rear compartment, drove out to Manny's, then crammed back into the minivan and drove out to the dance. The five friends occupied one table, and danced to the songs they liked, danced with each other, ignoring some of the jeers and rude comments of their classmates. "Brother Dominick, you know good and well Elise Simone did NOT win Homecoming Queen!" Sister Beatrice accused. "Look at her," Brother Dominick said quietly. "I heard Jack, Mike, and Bill all asked her, but she told them all no; she didn't want her friends to be left out. You really think Kaitlin Monroe should have been crowned queen? That girl hasn't thought of another living soul in her life." "It's um, it's kind of, you don't want to go home, huh?" Marlon asked. "What'd you have in mind?" Bobbi asked. He wanted to take her to the Basin, wanted to slip that dress off over her shoulders, bare her beautiful breasts to his eyes, wanted to lick and suck them, was tired of feeling them through layers of cotton, wanted to feel them with his fingers, skin against skin. He wanted to touch her bare belly, wanted to taste her flesh, wanted to tongue her belly button. He wanted to finally see her pubic mound, wanted to see the color of her hair, the density of it, wanted to see the folds of her pussy. He wanted to smell her excitement, wanted to feel the wetness with his fingers, wanted to taste her pussy, wanted to lick and suck and nibble her lips, wanted to find her clitoris and wanted to hear her call out his name in pleasure as he licked and sucked her to orgasm. He wanted to bury his face in her magnificent buttocks, wanted to tongue her anus, wanted to pry her buttocks wide as he delved his tongue into her rectum, then wanted to kneel behind her and press his cock to her anus. His cock throbbed painfully in his tuxedo trousers and he blushed hotly, sure that everyone could see his erection. She could; she was looking directly at it. "You want to?" she whispered, tearing her eyes away from his erection and looking into his eyes. "Yeah," he admitted. Xxxx "Uh uh," she protested as he turned the car toward the Basin. "Listen," she said, sliding over next to him in the front of his car. "This is, um, I mean, I don't want everybody knowing what we doing and everybody knows this is our car and they all going to be out at the Basin and can we go somewhere else?" "Um, like uh where?" Marlon asked. "I don't know," Bobbi admitted. "Just not the Basin, okay?" "Um, okay, I um, I got an idea," Marlon said. Mr. Bob had given him the keys to the gate and the code for the alarm, so he drove to the car lot. He slid the large chain link fence back, got into his car and drove it onto the lot, then got out and slid the large gate shut and locked it. "I um, I kind of wish it could be a little um, more romantic," Marlon apologized as he opened the door to the storage room. Inside, Bob had put a cot and mattress, for whenever he needed a power nap. Bobbi looked around at all the boxes and file cabinets and cot. "It's perfect," she smiled and hugged him tightly. "It's our own little place." They kissed for a few minutes, their hands touching each other's bodies. She hesitated for a when she felt the straps of her gown being eased down; her body was something she was not proud of. But he'd touched her body several times and had never made any disparaging remarks about it. "Oh!" he moaned as her heavy breasts came into view. They were round globes, not the cone shape he had imagined. Her nipples, while dark, were small little bumps as compared to the large aureole he'd imagined them to be. But he was not disappointed in them. She groaned as he bent and took one small nipple into his mouth and began to suck and lick the small, sensitive bud. He other breasts he held in his right hand, his left arm busy pulling her closer to him. "God, you're so beautiful," he moaned as the gown slipped down, gathering at her wide hips. "Shut up, I am not," she protested, embarrassed at her lumps and bulges. "Yes, Bobbi," he said forcefully. "Yes you are." "Glad you think so," she whispered and pulled his face down for another kiss. "You're overdressed," she whispered and tugged at his tie. >>>> Several of the football players of Cabrini High School in DeGarde, Louisiana, not content with humiliating St. Thomas Aquinas on the football field, decided to drive out to the Basin, the make-out spot for the students of St. Thomas. What started off as a harmless prank quickly escalated into an ugly brawl. One of the Cabrini students reached into Jack Vogel's car and pulled him off of his date. Furious at being interrupted, annoyed at his date's squeals, Jack kicked the smirking boy in the crotch, then across the bridge of his nose. Another student of Cabrini pulled a length of pipe out of his car and advanced on Jack. >>>> "Oh my God," Marlon groaned as he flooded his briefs. Bobbi sat on the edge of the cot, nude. Her pudgy little body was a vision of true beauty, slightly large breasts, rounded belly, ample hips, and thick profusion of black hair covering her excitement. "I got to, I been wanting to do this," Marlon mumbled and knelt in front of the nervous, excited, apprehensive girl. "Oh, Marlon, that's so," Bobbi protested as she felt his lips touch her puffy pussy lips. He lifted her plump thighs and put them on his shoulders, draping her legs across his back. "Oh," he moaned as he got his first taste of her. "You like that?" she asked, surprised. "Love it," he declared and she giggled, and then moaned as he growled and tugged her pussy lips with his teeth. >>>> Dick Davis got the call; he had been cruising up to St. Thomas Aquinas high school, just 'keeping an eye on Elise.' The minivan was still there; she and her friends were helping clean up after the majority of students had vacated the school property. >>>> She had to admit, a guy's cock looked pretty funny up close. His balls looked even funnier, just a wrinkled up sack of skin hanging there. She had seen pictures of them on the Internet and had felt Marlon's through his jeans, but actually seeing one for real, it looked kind of funny. She did realize, though, that his ego would not be too keen on her admitting this to him, so she kept her mouth shut about the look. It felt good in her hand, though. The coarse brown hair surrounding it was sticky but she still combed her fingernails through the tuft of hair. "Do it, like this?" she asked and took the head of his cock into her mouth. He looked down to see her caramel colored face hovering over the length of his cock, her small dark hand cradling it. When her hot lips made contact with his straining cock, he could not hold back. She was surprised when he tensed up and began to pump his semen into her mouth. She quickly swallowed and kept her mouth tightly sealed over the head of his cock until he finally quit pumping his semen. It wasn't the greatest tasting stuff she'd ever had, but it wasn't the worst either. His cock wilted and softened in her hand and she looked up at him from her kneeling position. "You ain't done, huh?" she asked. >>>> The students began to scatter when the three police cars pulled up, but Dick and Orville positioned their cruisers so the students' vehicles had no where to go. "Listen up," he bellowed, drowning out the cacophony of 'he started it,' and 'I wasn't doing nothing.' "This is how we're going to do this." >>>> Her hymen had been broken by a vigorous masturbation session so he did not have any obstruction as he slid himself into her tight pussy. "Oh God!" Bobbi screamed in orgasm when his crotch firmly mashed against hers. "Oh God, Marlon! I love you!" "I love you too," he whispered in her ear. He was grateful for the condom (Mr. Bob had slipped him three of them, as a joke) because without the latex sheath dulling his sensitivity somewhat, he was able to last a little longer. Her vaginal muscles were gripping him, milking him. "Wait, what?" she gasped out. "I love you," he repeated. In the throes of her orgasm, Bobbi had not realized she had cried out her true feelings. "You do?" she asked, looking into his warm brown eyes. "Well, yeah," he said, confused. "I love you too," she admitted and pulled his face down for a passionate kiss. >>>> Cuts and scrapes were attended to and the males from Cabrini were put into one cell while the males from St. Thomas Aquinas were put into another cell. The females were forced to call their parents and explain to their parents what they were doing out at the Basin. Having two step-daughters, Dick Davis was stone faced in the presence of their tears and stone hearted at their pleas to 'just let them go home, why they had to get their moms and dads out here?' Kaitlin Monroe's broken arm was set in an inflatable splint and Becky Zima, the sole female officer of Bender's police force, brought the girl to University Medical Center, after getting permission from Mrs. Monroe to do so. "Keep the little tramp there until morning," more than one father told Dick Davis. >>>> "Ew, Marlon!" Bobbi screeched in disgust as Marlon pressed his tongue to her anus. "You have got the greatest ass," he declared after tonguing her anus and worming his tongue into her rectum. She had to admit, it might be gross, but it felt nice. Especially since his fingers drove in and out of her pussy, and his thumb brushed maddeningly against her clitoris. He glanced at his watch and realized they had tarried too long. Their dressing was interrupted several times by their need to kiss and hold each other. Xxxx Manuel may have said they could stay out until one thirty, but he was more than a little perturbed when the large car pulled up to the curb at one twelve in the morning. "Look, look," Bobbi said happily and handed him two of the pictures Marlon had bought. "Here's one for you and Mama, and one to send to Grandma; think she'll like it?" "I think she'll love it; you're a beautiful little girl," Manuel admitted. "Good night, Roberta." Yearbook 2005--b/w Xxxx His discomfort with Marlon Dublachon was lifted when, at Mass the next morning, the congregation was abuzz with gossip. Several of the students of St. Thomas Aquinas had been involved in a fight out at the Basin, the well-known 'make-out' spot in Bender. Several girls had been left in the local jail overnight, several of the males had been left there as well and some were facing a few serious charges. But his Roberta, his little Bobbi was sitting right next to him, looking quite sleepy. Her boyfriend, also looking quite sleepy, he had respected his little girl's virtue and had not taken his daughter to the Basin. Ch 6 "You still dating that little n*gger girl?" Paw-paw asked. "No, Paw-paw," Marlon said angrily, even though Mom had said it did no good to get angry with him; he didn't know any better. "Aw, why not?" Paw-paw asked. "She find some other n*gger?" "Paw-paw, she's not a n*gger," Marlon said. "She's a very nice girl happens to be part black." "Might as well be all black," Paw-paw said tersely. "I like her," Debbie declared, shoveling in her Lucky Charms. "Bobbi's nice and she lets me..." "You ain't bringing no little n*gger boys around your sister, huh?" Paw-paw demanded angrily. "Daddy, that's enough," Anna demanded. "What?" Paw-paw said. "Got a right look after my family." "Doing just fine, thank you," Benny Dublachon said tightly. "What?" Paw-paw challenged. "You the one letting him run around with that little n*gger girl, call that taking care of your family?" "Twenty three years," Benny said, hammering a fist on the table. "Twenty three years I been married to your daughter. Twenty three years I been putting up with this shit! I can't do nothing right! Gave you three grandchildren, treated your daughter a lot better than that little son of a bitch Jeff McDougal's ever could have, but it ain't good enough for you, you miserable old son of a bitch! Marlon got a right see who ever the fuck he wants to, and I hope and pray to God her daddy ain't half as much a pain in the fucking ass as you are!" "Um!" Debbie gasped at the bad language her father was using. Everyone sat, frozen, for a long moment. "Going to school," Marlon said tightly. "Hey, here's an idea, bring Bobbi over for dinner one night, huh?" Benny said. "So Paw-paw can..." Marlon started to protest. "He ain't going to say a God damned word," Benny said. Xxxx "No, no, Manny, you yourself said, you said he's a good boy," Maria comforted. "I know, Baby, but still..." Manuel argued, knowing it was a losing argument. He looked at his wife, trying to convey the heaviness in his heart. "His family," he said. "The boy's bringing Roberta home to meet his family. You know what that means, huh?" Xxxx "Listen, um, you remember that word I called you when we first met?" Marlon stammered as he drove his girlfriend to his home. "Yeah?" Bobbi asked, guardedly. "Well, um, my Paw-paw, he's um, he's the one taught me that word," Marlon said, highly embarrassed. "And?" Bobbi asked. "And he's um, he lives with us now," Marlon said and tensed, waiting for the explosion. "And if he calls me that word?" Bobbi asked, putting her small hand on his leg. With her hand on his leg, Marlon would stand up to the old man. He would stand up to anyone that threatened his happiness, her happiness. "Hi Bobbi!" Debbie happily greeted the nervous girl. "Hey Debbie, how you doing?" Bobbi smiled back. Debbie demanded that Bobbi come and see her room and after she stiffly greeted Mr. and Mrs. Dublachon, Bobbi allowed the nine year old to drag her down the hall. "Aw hell, you can't hardly tell she got any n*gger blood in her," Paw-paw offered. Xxxx Elise ran around the campus with the camera of the Yearbook Committee. She hated catching students in poses, preferring to catch them in natural settings, doing natural things. She heard The Black Eyed Peas blaring and saw Marlon and Bobbi dancing next to his monstrosity of a car. 'If I take you home, will you still be in love baby, in love baby?' She didn't even alert them that she was there, just snapped off three quick pictures of them, and then ran off to find another student or students to photograph. "Ooh, I like that sweater," Bobbi said when he picked her up for school that morning. By second period, she was wearing it. Rolling the cuffs up whenever she had to use her ands for anything, but preferring to just let the long sleeves dangle down, covering her hands from view. The hem of it almost reached her knees; had her buttocks been slimmer, it would have reached. She smiled happily whenever any of her peers said "Nice sweater." "No," she laughed when Marlon asked for it at the end of the school day. "You're just going to get it all dirty anyway." "Nice sweater," Maria laughed when her daughter came in. Better not wear it to work, though; you'll get it all dirty." She ran to her room, took it off and laid it on her bed. That night, after showering the smell of the restaurant off of her skin and out of her hair, she snuggled into bed with his sweater, smelling a faint scent of him in the fibers. Xxxx "Oh my God!" Bobbi complained when the 2005 yearbook came out. "Look at this! My butt looks HUGE in this picture!" "Roberta, we got no time, you playing around," Manuel declared. She looked around the restaurant. The three tables that were occupied were in the middle of eating, their glasses were all full, chips and salsa pushed aside so they could eat their meals. "You," Manuel said to Marlon. "Bunch of dishes waiting, got your name all over them." "Daddy, he don't work here," Bobbi said. "Hey, he going to hang around here all the time, I put him to work, he going to be a part of this family? He learn the business," Manuel snapped. "Been saving them dishes up, just for him." "I hate Juan," Bobbi muttered. "Hope he's having fun in Guatemala," Marlon agreed. "But I got time; Mr. Bob don't want me at the car lot until four." "And he goes home for dinner at...?" Bobbi asked, discretely rubbing Marlon's erection as they both leaned against the counter. "Seven," Marlon said. "I got some towels for our room." "Dishes, boy, dishes," Manuel yelled out. "Yes sir," Marlon said and pushed himself away from the counter.