13 comments/ 39594 views/ 25 favorites Chad Fontenot By: JimBob44 *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in sex are at least eighteen years of age in the following story. The black cat lay on the windowsill and soaked up the warmth of the sun. It ignored the boy and girl that lay on the bed underneath the window. The boy grunted and the girl giggled. With a grimace, the boy rasped the base of his cock and pulled out of her wet pussy. He waddled upward on his knees, his cock spurting his juice along her belly, then between her breasts and finally to her wide open mouth. Driblets of his semen dotted her chin and lips and she ran her fat little tongue around to catch what she could. Finally he stopped spurting and smiled weakly at her. "Mm-baby," she cooed. "You're so much bigger and better than Paul. I didn't know, just didn't know what I was missing!" She used her fingers to scoop up the stream of semen that ran in an uneven line from her sparse red bush to her chin and licked her fingers clean. "Yeah?" he smiled. "You like that, huh?" "Mm hmm," she said. "Too bad you're done, huh?" "You think we're done here?" he asked, then in a stern voice. "Get on your hands and knees, young lady!" "Yes sir!" she mock saluted and rolled over onto her hands and knees. She squealed in surprise as he swatted her round ass. The cat languidly looked over, and then shut its eyes again. The swatting picked up in Ernest, as did the girl's squealing and laughing. He prepared to enter her splayed open pussy from behind Chapter 1 "Damn it!" Chad Fontenot groaned and reached over to shut off his squealing alarm clock. The black cat stretched and leapt down from her perch on the windowsill. She let out a small 'meow' at him. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," he mumbled. "Love you too, but you're no Robin, now are you?" Robin McCall was the pretty red head cheerleader that Chad had been lusting after ever since she walked into his homeroom class four years ago. But she was in a different league than him; she was a rich and popular kid and the rich and popular kids only dated other rich and popular kids. She was always on the arm of Paul Demella. He got out of bed and stumbled toward his bedroom door. His morning erection made a sizable tent in his briefs, but he made no attempt to adjust it. The friction of the soft cotton against the sensitive head sent mild shivers up and down his spine. He flung open his bedroom door and walked toward the bathroom that he and his sister, Lacey, shared. Just then, Lacey's bedroom door flung open and she wobbled on unsteady morning legs toward the same bathroom door. "Morning," she mumbled. The pretty 18 year old smirked slightly at the sight of her brother's erection. "Someone been dreaming about Robin again?" she teased and swatted at his turgid member. That contact was all it took and Chad groaned as his coc began to spasm and spurt his semen, flooding his briefs. Lacey stared in horror as Chad groaned. "Oh, God! I'm so sorry!" she exclaimed and whirled around. She dashed back into her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Chad finished spurting into his underwear and wobbled into the small bathroom. He pulled off his sticky briefs and snug tee shirt, throwing both into the hamper. A hot shower removed the remnants of his embarrassment. He used the opportunity to urinate in the shower, smiling to himself. Lacey would be so grossed out if she knew; she'd make him clean the tub with bleach and spend the next week complaining that she could still smell the urine in the shower. "What she don't know won't hurt her," Chad said. He finished off his shower by using her razor to shave his cock and balls clean. He'd learned that trick from his pal Gary. Gary had served two tours of duty in Vietnam. "Keep your cock clean and covered, you don't catch nothing from the ladies, you know?" he said. While Chad wasn't planning on going to 'Nam and picking up any hookers there, it seemed like a novel idea and he'd tried it. ---- Zoë, the plump waitress he'd slept with that one drunken night went wild at the sight of his hairless balls and belly. She'd lavished his crotch with her wet tongue until he couldn't stand it any longer and spurted heavily onto his belly. Then Zoë licked his stomach clean and nuzzled his balls until he sported a full erection again. She straddled him and slid down until her heavy dark bush rested against his smooth skin. "Mother Fucker!" she squealed as a quick orgasm rippled through her pussy. While the sex itself had been thoroughly enjoyable, he really didn't want a repeat performance with Zoë. For starters, he was nineteen, she was thirty-two. She had three children; each from a different father and Chad just didn't need to get involved with that. They continued to work together and continued to be friendly with each other, but neither one ever brought up that one night. ---- He looked in the steamed-up mirror and examined himself. Wavy brown hair, parted stylishly in the middle and feathered on the sides, heavy brown eyebrows, deep brown eyes, snub nose and easy smile. He wasn't bad looking at all. Not too tall, not short, slightly muscular from years of work, why wasn't he one of the popular kids? It had to be the money thing, he decided. The Fontenots were lower middle class; both parents worked at least 40 hours a week to provide for their two children. The house was one of the better ones in their suburban neighborhood; it even had an aboveground swimming pool in the back yard. But name brand or designer label jeans or luxury automobiles were just not in the family budget. Until he walked into his high school classroom five years ago, Chad didn't know he was being deprived. The 1964 Chevy Impala was more than sufficient to get him from point A to point B, and he'd installed a wicked sound system as well, complete with 8 track cassette player and quadraphonic speakers. It rivaled the factory installed stereo system of Paul Demella's black 1978 Z28. Lacey's need to pee was quite evident on her pretty face as Chad opened the bathroom door. She hopped from one foot to the other and he quickly stepped aside for her. "I really am sorry," she said from the other side of the closed door. "Don't worry about it," he said back. "I used your toothbrush to scrub my butt with." "Oh! How gross!" she screamed. "God, you're so disgusting!" Chad laughed; she knew he was just joshing her. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," you going to need a ride to school?" he shouted back. "Nope, Serena's picking me up," Lacey yelled over the sound of the flushing toilet. The next sound was the shower starting up and Chad walked back to his room. He shook his head and smiled. Serena Lee was Lacy's best friend in the whole wide world. It seemed like there was never a time when Serena and Lacey had not been friends. Although girls were eighteen, both girls were five foot four, and both girls had deep brown eyes, they could not have been more different. Lacey had begun to develop a woman's figure at around thirteen years old, and Serena was still skin and bones, flat as a board up front and had a small bubble butt. Lacey's hair was a wavy and thick brown that reached just below her shoulders and Serena's bright red hair reached down to the back of her knees, straight and limp. Lacey's skin was a light brown from her hours and hours outside, while Serena enjoyed the curse of most red heads; her coloring was a splotchy mass of freckles that covered pasty white skin underneath. While most people considered Lacey pretty, even beautiful, most looked right past Serena's big ears, sharp nose and receding chin. None would ever accuse Serena of being pretty or cute. Yet, Lacey and Serena were inseparable. If Lacey knew that Serena was uncool or unpopular, she certainly didn't let it hinder her friendship or love of the red head. Chapter 2 Chad bounded down the stairs and burst into the small kitchen. He playfully nudged the cat with his foot and sat down at the table. His mother put a plate of pancakes in front of him. He dug in with great gusto. "Slow down," his mother admonished him. "Any plans for tonight, Sport?" his father asked. Even though both parents worked, it was important to them that they spent at least one meal a day with their children; this at a time before the phrase 'quality time' was even invented. "Yeah, work," Chad, mumbled through a mouthful of food. "So, you won't be home for dinner tonight?" his mother asked. "'Fraud not," Chad said and scraped the last of the syrup. "Leave the pattern on that plate," his father said. "After work, we'll probably be going bowling," Chad said. "I want to go," Lacey said as she bounded into the dining room. "What about Dale?" Chad asked. "He hates bowling, doesn't he?" Hmph, Dale," Lacey said dismissively and dug into her own plate of pancakes. "You two still not talking?" her mother asked. Secretly Mr. And Mrs. Fontenot were delighted; they felt that the twenty three year old Dale was a little too old for their daughter. But neither of them wanted to interfere overmuch. The experts said that it was best to let your children develop their own judgments. "Nope," she said and the matter was dropped. ---- What Mr. And Mrs. Fontenot did not know was that Lacey had handed Dale his walking papers over sex. He kept pressuring the pretty eighteen year old to go all the way and she simply was not ready for that; especially since he told her he refused to wear condoms. She wasn't ready for sex and certainly wasn't ready for mother hood. And she knew that Dale was even less ready for fatherhood. In the four months they'd been together he'd had three different jobs and was unemployed at present. "I'm not willing to get pregnant," she said. "Well if it's really your first time, you can't get pregnant," Dale had smugly said. "You really don't believe that stupid shit, do you?" she had asked incredulously. ---- "I get off at nine thirty," Chad said. "You and Serena going to be ready by then?" "Yep," Lacey said. ---- Anywhere and any time that Chad was going to be was just fine with Serena; she was head over heels in love with him and had been for as long as she could remember. Lacey had, Mrs. Fontenot had, and Serena had dropped subtle and not so subtle hints for Chad to pick up on, but he had eyes only for Robin. "Maybe I should stuff my bra like she does," Serena said wistfully. "Don't." Lacey said. "Let her be fake, you just keep being you. He'll see her for what she really is one of these days." "But suppose he doesn't!" Serena wailed. "What will I do then?" ---- Chad slapped in the Led Zeppelin tape and cranked up 'Trampled Underfoot' before driving off. He smiled and waved at the bright red Volkswagen Beetle as Serena turned the corner. Serena smiled broadly and waved back. ---- "No, thanks Mrs. Fontenot," Serena turned down the offered plate of pancakes as Lacey shoved the last three forkfuls into her mouth. "I'll take them," Mr. Fontenot offered. "You're on a diet," Mrs. Fontenot reminded him. Serena played with Midnight as Lacey raced around picking up her books. The black cat watched as both girls squealed and raced out of the house to the little car. "Alone at last," Mr. Fontenot waggled his eyebrows at Mrs. Fontenot. "Want to really dirty up some dishes?" "No, that'll just be more I'll have to clean up," she laughed and squealed as he grabbed for her round buttocks. "Go get ready for work, sweetheart," she said and wiggled her butt at him as she brought the dirty dishes into the small kitchen. Chapter 3 Even though Chad was a year older than Lacey, the two were in the same classes; he'd learned the hard way that goofing off and not doing your school work was a sure fire way to fail. It had been a lesson he was sure not to repeat; he buckled down and did his gut level best. Once at school, he nodded in greeting to a few of his classmates, sat down in the rear of the classroom and looked with lust at the back of Robin's head. She sat right up front so that everyone could see her, her bright blue pullover short sleeve blouse stretched tightly over her ample breasts and her Jordache jeans so snug over her hips and ass she'd actually had to lay down on her bed to zip them up. It was a good thing she'd laced up her bright blue platform shoes before zipping the jeans; she could not bend more than an inch without extreme discomfort. Paul Demella sat right next to her, protecting his territory against all other males of the species. The swarthy skinned muscular youth made sure to flex his biceps a few times, accentuated in the snug polyester shirt he wore. ---- Robin was in a foul mood. The product of a broken home, she was used to manipulating her parents for whatever she wanted and was also used to teasing and manipulating her mother's many suitors for their attention and quite often, their wallets. This morning, however, the guy that sat at her breakfast table barely even acknowledged her presence and did not ogle her tight jeans clad buns or her prominent breasts as she paraded in front of him/Her mother had even laughed at her attempts; if there was anything Robin could not tolerate, it was someone laughing at her. Robin cast a sidelong glance at Paul; his days were definitely numbered she decided. He was good looking enough, that was true, and the fact that her parents didn't like him was a plus. But ever since she'd finally given in and let him have sex with her, he seemed to expect it, rather than being grateful for it. And ever since he'd gotten the big prize, her wishes and desires started to play a smaller and smaller role in their decision-making process. She was used to having her way and her way only. ---- Paul was in a foul mood also. He was not the product of a broken home, not yet. He had woken up to more of the same; screaming and door slamming and sobbing and accusations. At the breakfast table, his mother was already on her second Valium and his father was already on his way to the office where he would remain until eight or nine o'clock that night. By eight or nine o'clock tonight, his mother would be at least six Valiums and half a gallon of gin gone. Robin, instead of being a warming and welcoming presence, was growing more and more distant and aloof, even cold toward him. Sex, which should have brought them closer together, seemed to be something he had to fight for and she endured. He looked at her; her 'Dorothy Ham ill' reddish blonde hair showed off her pretty face; she could be beautiful when she smiled. Yes, even unemotional sex was better than nothing, he decided. Paul felt Chad's eye boring into Robin and looked over at the poor bastard. Chad had been in love with Robin for the last four years, it was a poorly kept secret. "What the fuck you looking at, Fontenot?" he demanded. Robin looked up and then over her shoulder at Chad Fontenot. He would be easy to manipulate, she decided. She could string him along for months before having to have sex with him, maybe not at all. When it had come to Paul, for months the promise had been enough to manipulate him to doing her will. "Nothing," Chad mumbled. "You calling me 'nothing,'" Paul demanded and got to his feet. "Sit down, Demella," Mr. Cousins said as he strode into the classroom. "We're here!" Lacey shrieked as she and Serena raced into the classroom. "Don't mark us 'Tardy' again!" She and a breathless Serena collapsed into their chairs amid giggles and just the sheer exuberance of being teenagers and alive in 1978. "Well now that Miss Fontenot and Miss Lee are here, we can begin," Mr. Cousins dryly commented and began to call roll. Chapter 4 Gary flipped the burger and slapped a piece of American cheese on top of it. It sizzled and spattered for another moment, and then he scraped it off the grill and dropped it onto the thick bun. "Order up!" he yelled, even Though Zoë was only four feet away, filling a glass with syrupy Coke. Chad sauntered in and smiled to Gary. Zoë snapped her towel at Chad's tight backside as he walked by to the delight of the older matron that waited for her greasy burger and coke. Artful smiled widely from his perch at the cash register. Chad clocked in and got busy on the stack of dirty dishes that waited for him. ---- "Doing anything tonight?" Gary asked Chad. The dinner rush had died down; Gary had shut off the grill and Chad was on his last rack of dishes. "Nah, what you say we waste a bunch of time and drive around for hours drinking beer and then finally go bowling; like we always do?" Chad asked and smiled. Gary tied his long blond hair back and returned Chad's smile. "You're a smart ass, you know?" Gary said. Gary liked the nineteen-year-old Chad. Even though he was a good-looking boy and came from a pretty well off family, he didn't act all stuck up or better than. He'd been to Gary's one room apartment, but instead of laughing at Gary's cramped place, seemed to be at ease there. He owned a nice car, dressed in pretty nice clothes, and even had a swimming pool in his back yard, but Chad wasn't afraid of a little hard work, didn't mind getting dirty, and drank beer out of the bottle instead of wanting a glass. "Yeah, well better than being a dumb ass," Chad said. "Man, did you see that little momma Jim's thinking of hiring?" Gary whispered, even though it was just the two of them in the back room. "No, what's she look like? Chad asked. With summer a few months away, the diner was going to get a little busier. Zoë was a good waitress, but she couldn't work both shifts all the time. Jim, the manager of the Roundabout Diner had put an ad in the Times-Picayune for a waitress to fill in. "Man, she is this one solid looking black chick, I'm telling you!" Gary said. "I mean, I ain't all that wild about black chicks, you know? But this one is fine!" "It's all pink on the inside," Chad said and both men laughed. "Yeah, well, I hope Jim hires her," Gary said. "She's got these really nice bazooms and man! The way them jeans look on that bod! Solid!" "How's the face look?" Chad asked and pulled the rack out of the automatic dishwasher. "Don't know, didn't look," Gary laughed. ---- At nine thirty on the dot, Chad and Gary strolled out to the darkened parking lot. Serena and Lacey sat in the bright red Volkswagen and Serena tooted the horn at the two men. "Far out!" Gary said. "You didn't tell me those little mommas were coming along!" "She's my sister, man," Chad warned. "Yeah? Glad you told me, I'd never known, man," Gary laughed and got into the car. Chad started the motor and Serena started her car as well. Serena followed Chad's big car down Veteran's Memorial toward Pelican Lanes. She and Lacey squealed and laughed about whatever it is that two eighteen-year-old girls squeal and laugh about. In the large car ahead, Chad and Gary cranked up the Boston 8 Track. "Man, I'm telling you, this band is bitching!" Gary yelled over the chorus of 'More Than A Feeling.' "No shit, man, no shit," Chad agreed. Chapter 5 Robin sat and glared at Paul's back. She hated bowling; the place stunk of stale cigarettes and spilled beer and besides that, she wasn't very good at it. She had wanted to go to that Superman movie; everyone said it was real good and Cristopher Reeves looked, well, super in that tight costume. But Paul wanted to go bowling; he had a lot of pent up energy he wanted to burn off. Even the possibility of sex after the movie hadn't budged him. "Fuck him," she thought. "He just won't get any tonight, that's for sure." There were three young guys sitting at the row of seats next to theirs, so she made sure to thrust out her chest a little too much and wiggle her ass a little more than needed when it was her turn to throw the ball down the alley. They noticed, and Paul noticed that they noticed. Chad Fontenot "What the fuck you looking at?" he snapped at them. "Not you," the largest of the trio said and the other two buffoons laughed. Paul seethed in rage. He was a pretty powerful guy, but he knew his chances against three guys, one of which was almost as big as him, were pretty slim. Robin wasn't helping either. She was sitting in silence and giving him monosyllabic grunts for answers, rebuffing any affection and actually seemed to be enjoying the attention from the three guys. She smirked as Paul threw another gutter ball. She looked over at the three guys and saw Chad, Lacey, Serena, and some longhaired hippie strolled over to the counter. Robin saw the happiness on the four faces and felt a pang of, what? Jealousy? Envy? Anger? "Your turn," Paul snapped and she walked over to the ball return. She found the bright blue ten pound ball she'd been using and rolled it down the alley. Even she had to smile as all 10 pins fell down. ---- Three frames into their game, Chad walked over to the counter and ordered four beers. He felt rather than saw someone walk up next to him and looked over. "Hey, Robin!" he said. "How's it going?" "Terrible, I hate bowling," she said. "Um, okay. Then what are you doing here?" he said and gripped the four bottles, two in each hand. "Paul wanted to come here, I wanted to go to 'Superman,' you know, that new movie?" she said. "Oh," Shad said, not sure what else to say. "Um, you want a beer or a Coke or something?" Robin looked over at Paul. He sat, wafting for her to return from the concession stand with their sodas. Like many children of alcoholic or addicted parents, Paul absolutely hated alcohol or drugs of any sort. To Robin it was no big deal to do without; having never tried it, she didn't miss it. "Yeah, give me one of those," she said and smiled widely at Chad. There was no warmth behind her smile, just a cold calculating thought; Paul and she were finished and this would get the message across. "See you later," she said, a hint of promise in her voice as she sashayed back to where a seething Paul sat. "Where's my Coke?" he asked before he noticed what Robin was holding. "Don't know," she shrugged and took a big gulp of the beer. She could not disguise the grimace the foul tasting brew brought out. "What the fuck is that?" he shouted at her. Several people glared over at the young man for his use of such profanities. "Dixie long neck," she smirked. It may have tasted terrible, but she noticed strange warmth that seemed to hit her stomach and slowly radiate throughout her body. She took another healthy gulp and shuddered at the nasty taste. The warmth seemed to grow and she giggled. Paul fought back the impulse to smash in her face. "Come on, we're going," he said. "No, we're not," she said and sat down. "Well, then, it's your turn to bowl," he said through gritted teeth and sat down hard. She laughed as the ball bounced a few times and ran into the gutter. She took another sip of the beer and picked up a different ball. She laughed out loud as she managed to knock down four pins with this roll. She finished her beer and sat down. Paul was outraged. She knew how he felt about drinking or drugging. Yet, here she was, guzzling that beer and laughing in his face. "Your turn, I'm going to get another beer," she announced. "No you're not," he hissed. "Yes I am," she hissed back. ---- Even though Chad and Gary went bowling nearly every Friday night after work, they rarely broke 100; it wasn't about the bowling. It was about just hanging out, drinking a few beers, and having fun. Lacey and Serena weren't any good at bowling either, but both were just thrilled to be out, having fun with Chad. Twelve lanes over, Paul and Robin were not doing very well either, but neither of them were having any fun. Robin sipped her second beer and realized that she could very easily develop a taste for the stuff. After their second game, Chad and Gary, both having to work the breakfast shift at the diner, decided to call it a night. Robin was very angry at being dragged out of Pelican Lanes; she wanted another beer. ---- Out in the parking lot, Paul breathed a sigh of relief. There was Chad Fontenot, his chance to finally blow off the steam that had been building up in him for the whole day. Bowling hadn't done it; Robin's flirting with those three guys, then drinking not one, but two beers had just made it worse. But pounding Chad Fontenot's face in, that would blow off that steam. "Hey Fontenot!" he yelled and strode purposefully toward the other youth. Lacey stepped in Paul's way. "You leave him alone," she warned. "Shut up, fucking bitch," Paul spat and roughly shoved Lacey aside. She tripped, not used to the platform boots she was wearing and fell to the pavement. She started to cry, mostly out of embarrassment. "Hey you fucking ass hole!" Chad yelled at Paul. "Yeah? Want to do something about..." Paul said but didn't finish his sentence as Chad's fist squarely slammed into his mouth. Paul staggered backward, blood spraying from his split lips and his gums began to bleed from the loose teeth. Another punch from Chad landed in his belly and Paul began to double over. Chad's third punch gave Paul a beautiful black eye that would take a few weeks to fully fade away. Paul lay on the dirty asphalt as Chad ran over to Lacey who was being helped up by Serena. Robin leaned against Paul's Z28 and smirked at all of them. "I'm all right, go away, I'm all right," Lacey sniffed to her big brother. ---- "Man, I am never fucking with you, that's for sure!" Gary praised a very shaken Chad as Chad drove Gary to his apartment. "I wouldn't have done it, if he hadn't pushed Lacey down," Chad mumbled. ---- That was Paul and Robin's last date. She sat in silence as he whined and complained about how much pain he was in, how Chad had blind-sided him, how he was going to really mess Chad up the next time he saw him. When they pulled up in front of her mother's home, she looked over at him and smiled. "Been great, see you," she said and got out of the car. "Want to see that stupid movie tomorrow night?" Paul quickly asked as she labored to climb out of his car; her tight jeans hampering her progress. "Not with you," she smugly said. "What?" he asked, his stomach lurching. He could tell a 'blow-off' when he heard one. "Get lost, Paul," she said and slammed his car door shut with the toe of her sandal. She shook her head at how childish he was when he left a wide swath of rubber in front of her mother's house. Chapter 6 Paul mooned over the end of their relationship and Serena looked on in dismay as Chad took the seat next to Robin McCall. ---- The black cat lay on the windowsill and looked on in confusion. Underneath the windowsill, Chad lies on top of an unresponsive Robin and thrust in and out of her. She did not move, just waited for him to finish. Finally he let out a deep sigh and pulled out of her very hairy pussy. "Did you come?" she asked in a nonchalant way. She wanted another beer, but knew it would be in extremely poor taste to make Chad go get her one if Chad wasn't finished here yet. "No, not really," he said. ---- Dating Robin was not at all what he'd thought it would be. After a few weeks, he was dipping into his savings account to finance their relationship; she expected nothing but the best. After a few weeks, Robin began to see that Chad wouldn't be satisfied with a few unemotional kisses; he would sooner or later want the big prize. ---- Mr. And Mrs. Fontenot was out at a dinner party; it was the perfect opportunity for the two teens to be together. Chad had taken her to a nice restaurant where she drank more than she ate and then back to his house. Robin sniffed in disdain at the smaller homes in his neighborhood and wasn't much more complimentary toward his home. In his bedroom, which was half the size of her bedroom closet, they'd started off by Chad kissing and stroking her. Chad was a good kisser, Robin had to admit. When her breasts were finally revealed Chad was a gentleman and did not comment on the overabundance of padding that her bra contained. He lavished attention to the A-Cup breasts and her dime sized nipples to the point that Robin actually began to feel a little stirring between her legs. When he eased and wiggled her tight blue jeans down and off, he almost stopped. Her pussy was covered by a dense forest of brown hair and did not smell very pleasant either. She did begin to feel a good deal of stirring as he first used his fingers and kissed his way down her belly and finally to her crotch. He could not bring himself to put his mouth on her wet slit, though, the smell was terrible. She did not give any response as he bared his chest to her gaze nor did the sight of his hairless shaft and balls elicit any response. The idea of putting her mouth anywhere near his crotch was repugnant to her so he rolled on a condom. Entering her was easy but it was only her youth and smallness of stature that ensured a snug fit; she did nothing to encourage him. "Maybe if you got on top," Chad suggested. "Okay, fine," she said and Chad lay down on the twin-sized bed. She lay down on top of him and he eased his stiff cock back into her pussy. "Move," he said in exasperation. "What do you mean?" Robin said. "I mean, start going up and down, start doing something," he said in frustration. "Look, let's just forget the whole thing, okay?" Robin said and god up. Both teens dressed in silence and Chad drove her home. ---- "Come in," Lacey yelled as Chad knocked on her door. "Hey," Chad said and stuck his head in. "Just letting you know I'm back." "So?" Lacey said, a little heatedly. ---- She and Serena had been home when Chad and Robin came in. Serena, knowing that it would hurt, had insisted on peeking through the slightly open door as Chad and Robin made their way up the stairs. As soon as Chad's bedroom door had closed, she threw herself onto Lacey's bed and sobbed piteously. Lacey had tried to console her best friend, but when the unmistakable sounds of Chad's bed thumping against the wall began, Serena ran from the home wailing in anguish. ---- "Um, so I'm home," he said and closed the door. "So?" she said again and went back to reading her book. Chad made his way to the small bathroom and stripped off his clothes. He stepped into the hot shower and washed away Robin's perfume and other smells from his body. He thought briefly of masturbating then dismissed the thought from his mind. Chapter 7 "It's because I'm not pretty," Serena wailed to her best friend. "But Serena, you're beautiful!" Lacey protested. "No I'm not!" Serena wailed. "He doesn't seem to think so!" Chad quietly put the receiver back down. Some son of a bitch had hurt Serena and he felt his blood begin to boil. Serena was his sister's best friend; he realized with a little surprise that he cared for Serena almost as much as he loved his sister. No, she wasn't pretty like Robin, but once you got past all the outer stuff, Robin wasn't very pretty either. He had picked up the phone in their kitchen to call Robin. He was going to tell her that he really didn't see any point in continuing to date one another. Lacey was on the living room extension, talking with Serena. Chad heard Serena crying to his sister. He vowed he would find out from Lacey who had hurt Serena and take care of the poor bastard himself. He heard her hang up the phone in the living room, sighed, and picked up the telephone again. He dialed the numbers and listened to the ringing on the other end. Chapter 8 A few days later, Chad Fontenot strolled into the classroom and nodded to some of his friends and took a seat. Robin McCall studiously avoided him, an action that made him shrug his shoulders; which in turn infuriated her. He had lusted after her for four years, fantasized about her for four years, masturbated over mental images of her for four years. But once he got the pretty red head into his bed, he found out that the impressive breasts were mostly padding in her bra. The tight jeans that molded themselves to her round ass hid a profusion of dark brown pubic hair which in turn hid a tight slit that she very rarely bothered to wash. The extent of her participation in sex was to flop on her back and wait for him to finish. Chad decided that the spoiled girl, although certainly pretty enough, just wasn't worth the amount of money she demanded he spend on her and the amount of attention she demanded he devote to her. Robin went around telling anyone and everyone that would listen that she had been the one to break it off; her ego just would not allow for anyone to know that he had dropped her. Chad did not care, which infuriated her even more. Chad smiled as Lacey and Serena entered the room. He quickly looked around the room to see if any of the boys looked Serena's way, but none of them did. A few looked Lacey's way; she was very attractive with her shoulder length brown hair and deep brown eyes. Her body was lush, the body of a woman. Even Chad had to admit that Lacey was pretty. But Serena, with her long limp red hair and pasty white skin splotched by numerous freckles did not attract any attention at all. Her body was bone thin; her front flat as a board and her backside was merely a bubble in her snug jeans. Ever since overhearing Serena crying to his sister about some boy breaking her heart, he'd been trying to figure out who it was so he could take care of business with them. Lacey wouldn't tell him who it was, and Serena told him flatly" Don't worry about it." The two girls sat down. Lacey playfully stuck her tongue out at her older brother but Serena sighed and looked straight ahead. It had been a week since he'd overheard the phone conversation and Serena did not seem to be getting over the heartbreak very quickly. If anything, she seemed to be sinking deeper into her depression. "Bowling tonight?" he asked his sister, but did so loud enough for Serena to hear. A few weeks back, he and Gary, a buddy of his from work had gone with the two girls to Pelican Lanes. That was the last time he could remember seeing Serena smile. The night after that, Chad and Robin had begun to date so he hadn't really paid a whole lot of attention to either of the two girls. "I don't know, Serena?" Lacey said. "What?" Serena flatly asked, but did not turn around. "Want to go bowling tonight?" Lacey asked hopefully. "Not really, if you want to go, go ahead," Serena answered in a monotone. Lacey shrugged her shoulders and shook her head 'no' at Chad. Mr. Cousins entered the classroom, preventing Chad from pressing any further. He looked at the back of Serena's head and felt tears begin to well up in his eyes. His sister's best friend, his friend was hurting bad and he felt powerless to do anything about it. Chapter 9 After school Chad drove to the Roundabout Diner and entered the restaurant. Gary was busy at the grill so did not acknowledge Chad. Zoë, the short and plump thirty two year old waitress, and Jackie, the new twenty year old black waitress both rolled up their dishtowels and snapped them at Chad's backside as he ambled past them. "Hey!" he exclaimed and both women laughed. He smiled at the pair and walked down the hall to the time clock. They did that to him every time he walked in; he really ought to expect it by now. "Damn, but that is one fine ass white boy," Jackie said to Zoë. "Yeah, he is," Zoë agreed and walked toward one of the few patrons in the diner that afternoon. What Zoë did not tell Jackie was that she had actually been in Chad's bed one night and that the youth was a little better than average in size and a lot better than average in kissing, stroking, and definitely enjoyed putting his fine ass to work on a woman. Chad shaved his crotch smooth, no hairs to get in a girl's mouth when she went down on him, and when a girl slid down on that shaft and her pussy lips came in contact with that smooth belly, she had better be holding on to something! She enjoyed sex, enjoyed it often with quite a few partners, but Chad had satisfied her like few others had. They did not pursue it any further than that one night though; he was only nineteen, she was thirty-two, and this was the Seventies. There were so many people out there to sample. There would be plenty of time to settle down later. ---- Chad set about cleaning up the afternoon's dishes and restocking all the glasses in the dining area. He and Gary slapped five when Gary was able to look up from the hamburgers he was grilling up. "What's up, man?" Gary asked. Gary adjusted the hair net Jim, the manager, made him wears over his long blonde hair. Jim had also tried to get Gary to cover up the many tattoos that the Vietnam veteran sported up and down his scrawny arms, but Gary drew the line at that. "Those tell people where I been, man," Gary said. "I did two tours of duty there. You?" Jim squirmed uncomfortably. He'd gotten out of the draft by attending college, had stood in the throngs and protested against the war, and had even sneered and spat at soldiers as they returned from the conflict. ---- The evening picked up considerably; a rowdy group of high school kids crowded into the diner, fresh from a football game that their school had won. Jackie looked on nervously as the clock crept closer and closer to nine o'clock. That's when the last bus ran past the diner toward the terminal. If she missed that bus she would have to spring for a taxi; it just wasn't safe for a black woman to walk home at night. The Civil Rights movement may have been a few years ago, but this was still Louisiana, and Louisiana was still part of the Deep South. Closing time did not mean anything to these teenagers; it was after nine thirty when they finally ushered the last of the high school patrons out. Of course, the tips the kids left had been extremely stingy and the mess they'd left was enormous. Chad and Gary helped Zoë and Jackie clean up the dining area and Chad hurriedly ran the racks of dishes through the wash. "You know the number to Service Cab?" Jackie asked Chad as she picked up the telephone in the back room. "No, where you live?" he asked her. "Flower Gate apartments," she said. "Right off..." "Right off Veterans," He finished for her. "I know where those apartments are; they're right by my house. I'll give you a ride." "You sure?" she asked, brightening considerably. "Yeah, I'm sure," he smiled. "I live right by there, it's no problem." ---- "I really appreciate this," Jackie said as she slid into the large front seat of his car. "Not a problem," he smiled and turned on his stereo. Led Zeppelin poured out of the quadraphonic speakers he'd installed. "You got anything else?" Jackie asked him. Tape case is right by your feet," he said. "Help yourself." Jackie picked up the case of 8 track tapes and looked through the titles. "Boston, Kiss, um," she read aloud. "Aw, you got to be shitting me!" She popped the Led Zeppelin tape out and slapped in the Kool and the Gang eight-track cartridge. Chad laughed aloud; that was the tape that Lacey and Serena always put in whenever they clambered into his car. ---- "You really ought to tell him," Lacey told Serena as the two girls sat in Serena's bedroom and listened to Serena's stereo. "No!" Serena shouted, then a little quieter. "And you better not either, you hear?" "But Serena, how's he supposed to know?" "I don't know," Serena admitted. "But please, don't tell him. Please?" What Serena wouldn't say out loud, her biggest fear in the whole world was, suppose Lacey did tell him, and he laughed at her? Or worse yet, was completely repulsed? She knew she wasn't pretty; Lacey kept telling her that she was beautiful but Lacey was her best friend in the whole world and best friends are supposed to tell you stuff like that. Chad Fontenot If she was so beautiful, like Lacey said, then why was she eighteen and had never had a boyfriend? Other than that one night at Peggy's party when they'd played 'Truth or Dare,' she'd never even been kissed, for God's sake. ---- "Which gate?" Chad asked as he turned off of Veterans Memorial Boulevard onto the side street. "Gate C, right there," Jackie said and pointed. "Damn, I can't wait to get out of these sweaty clothes." Chad pulled into the parking lot and found a parking spot. "Thanks again," Jackie said and got out of the large car. "Not a problem, any time," Chad smiled and ejected the Kool and the Gang cartridge. He popped in his Led Zeppelin cartridge. Chad thought "Damn, I'd like to help you out of those sweaty clothes," as he watched her round ass sway back and forth as she climbed the two flight of stairs. She waved to him from outside of her door and he watched her round breasts wobble. He put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot. ---- "Mother fucker, but that is one fine ass white boy," Jackie muttered to herself. She closed her door and wrinkled her nose. Townie's litter box obviously needed emptying. She smiled as the orange cat rubbed up against her legs. She poured a bowl of cat food for Tawny and put it on the linoleum floor of the small kitchen. She went to the small bathroom and scooped the cat's litter box clean. Once the cat was taken care of, Jackie was able to concentrate on herself. She peeled the snug pullover sweater off then sighed in relief as she unhooked the white cotton bra. Her thirty-eight D breasts spilled out and she sighed again. The cool air made her fat dark nipples tightens but she resisted the urge to play with them. She unzipped her tight polyester slacks and slid them down her legs. Her pantyhose followed and she lazily scratched her tight curls of pubic hair. She started up the small shower and waited for the water to reach the right temperature before climbing into the spray. She wet her cap of short curls and ran shampoo through it. She grabbed the rough washcloth and bar of cocoa butter soap and worked up a good lather. She'd had no intention of masturbating; the hot water didn't last very long in the apartment shower, but the moment the rough washcloth rasped across her dark nipple she gave in to the temptation. She rubbed her heavy breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. She eased the washcloth over her round belly toward the tight black curls and lovingly teased her slit, touching then retreating, touching a little lower and retreating again, and finally digging in and rubbing her slick lips and hard nub. "Oh, yeah!" she hissed and shuddered through a mild orgasm. But the water was beginning to cool so she hurriedly rinsed herself off and shut off the now cold water. She dried herself off and padded, nude, to the small bedroom. She slipped the polyester nightgown on over her lush figure and debated whether or not to fix herself something to eat. Exhaustion won out and she simply climbed into her queen-sized bed. The bed took up most of the small room, leaving only enough room for a small dresser. On top of the small dresser sat her thirteen inch black and white television. It had been a graduation present from her grandmother and she treasured it; knowing that her grandmother did not have money to just throws around like that. She reached for the remote and turned it on. The evening news was just ending and Johnny Carson was a few minutes away. She was snoring lightly before he finished his monologue. Her dreams were black and white also. A white Chad Fontenot sucked and tugged at her black flesh while his fingers spread her wet pussy lips apart. He pressed the head of his cock to her wet slit and she tensed up, waiting, waiting for that delicious penetration to come. The sound of 'The Star Spangled Banner' woke her up as the television broadcast day came to an end. She looked around in confusion, then sighed and pulled her nightgown down over her belly. She turned off the television, and then crawled on her hands and knees to the foot of the bed. She reached up to the dresser and set her alarm clock; she was working the morning shift at the diner tomorrow and needed to be at work by sic o'clock. Chapter 10 "I wonder what black pussy tastes like," thought Chad as he dressed for work that morning. His cock began to rise again, just moments after he'd shot a load of his semen down the drain of his shower. He ignored his erection and hurriedly finished dressing. He almost tripped over his black cat, Midnight, as she waited for him by the bedroom door. He lovingly picked the cat up and tossed it onto his bed. "Silly cat," he chuckled and bounded down the stairs and out the front door. Even though it was five forty in the morning, he gave no thought to the three people still asleep in the home and slammed the front door. "Must be Saturday morning," Mr. Fontenot mumbled to his wife. "Damn it!" she said. "I've told that boy a hundred times, people are sleeping! Does he listen?" "As long as we're awake..." he mumbled and reached for his wife. "Oh, no you don't!" she laughed and slapped at his hands. "Honey, come on, I'm trying to sleep here!" He chuckled; he knew she would be giving in soon. Married for twenty years, they still found each other extremely attractive and enjoyed a healthy sex life. "I'm serious," she said, even as she began to pull the flannel nightgown over her head. "I don't have time for this." She rolled over and embraced him to her now nude body. He chuckled and playfully licked the tip of her nose, which elected a squeal of disgust from her. He burst into guffaws of laughter as she returned the lick to his nose. He rolled over onto his back, pulling her on top of him. Chapter 11 Chad pulled up to the stop sign and looked from left to right. A familiar figure stood on the side of the road, waiting for a bus. He smiled and picked up the Kool and the Gang 8 track off the seat and put in in the tape player. He slowly eased the car to the bus stop and rolled down the passenger window. "Hey!" he shouted. "Want a ride?" Jackie smiled broadly. It had started off to be a really crappy morning; the alarm had been set to 'PM' instead of 'AM' so she barely woke up in time. Then her dull razor had nicked her underarms and they stung terribly from the anti-per spirant. She had no clean panty hose and she hated wearing tight slacks without them. The milk in the refrigerator was sour, so she did not eat breakfast. But the worst was that when she'd opened her door, Tawny had run out of the apartment. She had wasted valuable time trying to find the cat, finally finding him under a car. She had to literally crawl halfway under the car to grab the cat and he'd tried to claw her as she trudged up the two flights of stairs. She had watched the rear end of a bus as she walked up to the bus stop; it was at least three blocks away by that time. "Oh, I don't know," she laughed. "My momma told me not to get into no cars of no strangers." "Well, um, did your momma tell you not to take no candy from strangers, too?" Chad smiled and joked back as she opened the door and climbed into the Impala. "Yes, she did!" Jackie said as they drove down Veterans Memorial toward work. "Why? You ain't got any candy, do you?" "Nope, my momma told me not to give candy to little girls," Chad laughed. "Little girl? Do I look like a little girl to you?" She laughed and thrust her chest out. "That's what's so great about little girls, they grow up to be big girls," Chad said. Jackie told him all about how her morning had started and Chad listened as they drove the short distance to work. "No kidding? You have a cat too?" he said as they entered the diner. "I have a female cat, well really she's my sister's cat or supposed to be anyway, but Midnight likes my room more so it just kind of became my cat." "Midnight?" Jackie laughed. "Yeah, well, she's all black so that's what my sister named her and..." Chad said as Jackie punched her time card. He grabbed his card and punched in. When he turned around Jackie was mere inches away from him. "So you like black pussy..." she said and leaned a little closer to him. "...Cats?" Chad stared in shock as Jackie ran her pink tongue lightly across his lips and giggled and ran down the hall toward the dining room. When she reached the entrance to the dining room she stopped and looked at him over her shoulder. He had not moved from his spot, almost frozen. (All the blood had run out of his head and was rushing to fill his cock to it's fullest potential. ( She laughed out loud and entered the dining room, ready to take customers' orders. "Yeah, I like black pussy...cats," he finally said and began to walk toward the dishwashing area. He had to adjust his cock several times that morning and the memory of her wet tongue running across his lips kept replaying in his mind. She smiled broadly but kept her distance whenever he came out to clear away tables or set out more glassand or dishes. ---- Serena sighed again and read the paperback romance she was engrossed in. She was at the part where the man finally realized how much the woman loved him and how foolish he'd been in letting another man propose marriage to her. Was it too late for true love to win out? Or would she marry the wrong man who only pretended to love her but was really after her wealth? She'd read 'The Red Haired Heiress' at least two dozen times, but it never failed to bring a lump to her throat and a yearning in her heart. Her mother entered the living room and smiled a little wistfully at her daughter. "You know life isn't like in those books," she said and sat down next to her daughter on the small couch. "I know," Serena said and looked up at her mother. "I wish it could be, though." Mr. Lee entered the room and smiled widely at the two most beautiful women in the world. He truly adored his wife, with her long red hair, even though a few strands of gray were starting to enter the mix. Her small breasts with their overly sensitive nipples were absolutely perfect and her nice small butt was something he never tired of running his hands over. Her sweet smile and all those sexy freckles! He was the luckiest man in the world. Mrs. Lee looked up at her handsome husband and blushed. Twenty minutes ago, he'd cornered her in their bedroom; she'd been changing the sheets on their bed. Right after that they needed to be changed again, and if that look in his eye meant anything, she'd wasted her time in stripping them off the bed and putting them into the washing machine. ---- Finally, 1:30 rolled around and Chad's relief came strolling in, in no hurry to assume the duties. Chad did not like Antoine; the kid was lazy and would rather leave a stack of dishes for the next person to take care of and would rather leave a sink full of pots and pans than get after them himself. Chad finished sweeping the floor and laid down the rubber slip-proof mat that he'd just run through the dishwasher. "Why you do that?" Antoine asked. "Do what?" Chad asked, annoyed. Antoine blew cigarette smoke in Chad's direction. He pointed with the cigarette at the mat. "Wash the mat?" Antoine said. "It's just going to get dirty again." "Because it was sticky," Chad said and took off his dirty apron and hung it up on the hook. "And because you're supposed to wash it at the end of every shift," Jim said as he strode through the room toward his office down the hall. "But you wouldn't know that, Antoine, because you can't be bothered to read the handbook." Antoine glared at the white kid that had just got him in trouble with the manager, even though Chad had done nothing. He removed the scowl and smiled widely at Jackie as she cut through the small room toward the time clock at the end of the hall. He hoped she saw the gold tooth he sported. "Hey sweet thing!" he called out. "When you and me going out?" "Between Never and When Hell Freezes Over," she said and kept walking. Chad smiled to himself and began walking down the hallway. "What the fuck you laughing about, white boy?" Antoine snapped. "What the fuck you crying about, black boy?" Gary said and squared off against Antoine. Antoine quickly backed down; he'd made the mistake of going up against Gary one time and had been thoroughly humiliated when Gary had picked him up and dropped him into a half empty trash barrel. ---- Jackie did not like Antoine. As the only two black employees at the Roundabout, they'd sat together during a break on her first day there and all he had done was spout off anger and bitterness toward all of the white people that worked there and all of the white people that patronized the diner. She too had suffered her share of ignorance and prejudice as a black person in the South, but she knew it was nothing more than reverse prejudice to assume that all whites were the same. It just didn't make any sense to hate anyone simply because of the color of his or her skin. What she really didn't like, though, was his braggadocios attitude and the fact that he assumed, just because she was black and he was black and they worked together, that she and he were an item. "Don't. Put. Your. Hands. On. Me." She had hissed at him. He pulled his arm from around her waist and threw up his hands in surrender. "Be cool, momma," he said. But that did not deter him from trying to get a date with the pretty black woman. Chapter 12 Chad Clocked out and walked toward his car. Jackie was sitting on the bench at the bus stop. He waved to her. "You'd rather take the bus?" he asked her. "Well, no, not really," she said and slowly walked toward him. "I just don't want to assume nothing. You know? I mean, you might have a date with that Robin girl or something. You know?" "That Robin girl is gone bye-bye," he smiled easily. "I told her good bye last Saturday night." "Really?" Jackie said and opened the passenger door of Chad's car. "That's a shame, she was real pretty." "Only on the outside," Chad said easily. "Aw, look at this shit!" Antoine yelled as he watched through the front window of the diner. "What's that fucking bitch doing getting into that white ass car?" "Antoine!" Jim said loudly. "What?" Antoine yelled. "Watch your mouth!" Jim said in a voice that brooked no argument. "Aw, kiss my black ass," Antoine muttered under his breath. "What?" Jim yelled. "I didn't say nothing," Antoine said and slapped a wet rag around on the table he was clearing. "I have had just about enough out of you," Jim warned the angry black man as he walked past. Chapter 13 Gate C, right?" Chad said ad he pulled up to her apartment complex "Yeah," Jackie said. "I live in 310 C." He pulled up in front of the building and stopped. Jackie didn't move for a moment then looked at him. "Hey, you want to come up and see my pussy...cat?" she asked. "Um, sure," he nervously agreed. He turned off his car and opened his door. Jackie smiled. She was extremely nervous, but knew that as nervous as she was, Chad was twice as nervous. She kept up a running monologue the whole time from his car to the front door of her apartment. "There's my bad boy," she said as she entered the small apartment. Chad quietly closed the door behind him and smiled as the orange cat regarded Jackie and the new intruder. "Yeah, he looks like a bad boy," he said as she stroked the cat. Chad wasn't really looking at the cat, though; he was staring at Jackie's round ass as it wiggled in her snug slacks. "Oh, he is, he is a very bad boy," Jackie laughed. "But Mamma likes bad boys, doesn't she?" Chad's cock began to grow hard as he watched her ass wiggle. Then she stood up and walked into the small kitchen and looked through a cabinet. "Um, you want something to drink?" she asked. "I got a little bit of gin, or vodka here, but I don't know what else." "Um, no, not really," Chad said. "I'm mainly a beer drinker, you know?" "Oh," she said. "Well, I ain't got no beer. I'll be sure to get you some next time I go shopping, okay?" "Okay," he said and eased his way toward the door. "Um, listen I got..." "You're going?" Jackie asked as she reentered the small living room. "Yeah, well I got..." he said and put his hand on the doorknob. "Oh, okay, well let me thank you for the ride home," she said and put her arms around his neck. Chad Fontenot was of average height at five foot nine inches, but his platform shoes gave him another four inches. Jackie, who had kicked off her tennis shoes the moment they entered the small apartment had to crane her neck to look up at Chad. He blinked several times and she smiled up at him. His arms went around her waist and he leaned in for a kiss. "Mm hmm," she murmured as his lips teased hers. When her mouth opened slightly, he teased her some more with flicks of his tongue. She opened her mouth more and opened her eyes in surprise as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, rather than try to stuff his tongue into her mouth like most of the guys she had kissed. His hands rubbed lightly up and down her back, easing their way down to her ass. "Mother fucker, but you're a good kisser, you know that?" she finally said as she pulled her mouth from his. He smiled easily; she wasn't the first girl to tell him that. Robin had never noticed, though. She gave so little of herself that she had not noticed the passion in his lips. "Yeah?" he said. "Well, you're not half bad yourself." "Am I the first black girl you ever kissed?" she asked and began to nuzzle against his neck. "Yeah, you are," he admitted and lightly teased her eyelids with his lips. His hands had found her ass and he was lightly stroking the magnificent globes. His cock was straining mightily at his snug gleans; he could tell she wore no panties under the snug polyester slacks. She tilted her head up again and he kissed her deeply. "Oh damn, but I bet you a bad boy," she murmured. "You better go before I drag you in the bedroom and find out just how bad you are." But she did not pull her arms from around his neck and did not stop rubbing and grinding her crotch against his leg. "Mm hmm," he agreed with her. "Yeah, I better go." She began to slowly pull him toward the bedroom by walking backward. Both laughed and he let go of her so that she could turn and she grabbed his hand and pulled him toward her bedroom. ---- Once in her bedroom, she looked at him seriously. "I don't do this all the time, you know," she said. "What?" he asked. "I don't sleep around, I'm not like that, you know?" she said. "I didn't think you were," he said. She looked into his eyes and saw that he was being honest with her and nodded her head. She smiled shyly and put her arms around him again. He put his arms around her and kissed her again. As their tongues met, she slowly reached out and unzipped his jeans. He groaned into her mouth as she eased his snug jeans apart den lightly dragged a fingernail along the length of his cock. She then eased a finger into his briefs and traced around the base of his cock. She frowned slightly; something didn't feel quite right, but his hands distracted her momentarily as they cupped her breasts. She pulled away and pulled her sweater off over her head. She smiled as he groaned loudly at the sight f her heavy breasts encased in their white cotton bra. She reached behind her to undo the snaps of her bra. "Let me, he begged and she turned around. She moaned as she felt his hot breath along her neck and shuddered as his lips traced along the side of her neck down her left shoulder. His fingers lightly gripped her waist and as his mouth descended, his hands ascended, finally, she felt both his hands and his mouth at the clasp of her bra and she let out a breath she had not known she was holding in. Her breasts fell slightly as her bra was loosened and his lips traced up her spine to the back of her neck. He let the bra slide off her shoulders and down her arms and she let it drop onto her bed. Chad Fontenot As his mouth danced along her neck and shoulders, his hands came forward and cupped her heavy breasts. He used his fingernails to lightly scrape the skin underneath, trailing their way toward her nipples, which were tightly puckered in anticipation. , Slowly he turned her around and lightly kissed her open mouth. She moaned again and slowly pulled his shirt off over his head. It was his turn to moan as she pulled him to her and flicked her pink tongue over his nipples. He opened his eyes and looked down at her dark skin in contrast to his pale skin. Kissing her way down from his nipples, she slowly eased his pants down. Chad kicked his shoes off and helped her ease his jeans and briefs down and off of his legs. She stared at his cock for moments; it was a respectable size, but the total lack of hair puzzled her. 'Maybe white people don't have hair down there,' she thought to herself. "Oh!" Chad groaned as her full lips wrapped around the head of his cock. "Don't, I'm not going to, oh!" He tried to warn her but the friction of her soft wet tongue and the sight of his white cock disappearing into her cocoa colored mouth was too much and he began to pump his semen. "Damn!" she laughed as his seed spurted hotly onto her face. She continued to kneel down in front of him and jerked his spurting cock onto her face and breasts. The sight of his heavy white cream on her dark skin caused him to spurt even more and she laughed again. Finally he was spent and she cupped his heavy balls in one hand and stroked his cock with the other until she felt his shaft begin to thicken and harden again. She stood up and he hugged her to him and kissed her again. She unzipped her slacks and eased them down off of her full hips she fell backward onto her bed and pulled him on top of her. "Do you have any condoms?" he asked her as his hands rubbed against her sticky skin. "What?" she asked, reality beginning to sink in. She was not on any birth control system and did not want to get pregnant. She sat up onto her elbows and looked at the sexy white body that lay on top of her. "Damn!" she barked. "No, no, I ain't got any condoms I'm glad you said that!" Truth was, her pussy was drooling in its need; she wasn't glad he'd said anything that would cool down the situation. Even as she contemplated what to do, her pussy continued to hunch up toward his stiff cock. He smiled sadly and eased his bulk off of her. He slithered his body down toward the edge of the bed and stuck his tongue into her navel. She giggled; it tickled and he smiled up at her. A mild orgasm fluttered through her at the sight of his pale skin easing closer and closer toward her tight black curls. He used his tongue to part her curls and lapped slowly at her slit, careful not to touch her clitoris. She groaned again in mild orgasm as he trailed his tongue slowly down her puffy pussy lips. She groaned loudly as his tongue entered her pussy. He curled his tongue and 'scooped' the juice that ran freely from her pussy into his mouth. He repeated this maneuver several times and as she laid thrashing on her bed, he finally flattened his tongue against her clitoris and she gasped and shuddered as a powerful orgasm swept through her. He kept up his oral assault until she finally pushed his head away. She groaned and rolled over onto her belly. Her eyes shot open as she felt his tongue tickle at her anus. His hands pried her plump buttocks apart and he lapped at the crease of her ass, licking up the sweat that had formed there from the heat he was generating in her. He pushed his tongue against her anus again, and she shuddered and pressed her sensitive pussy against the rough blanket of her bed. She put her head down and mumbled incoherently as another orgasm rippled through her. "You need to stop," she said and weakly tried to crawl away from him on her bed. He laughed and followed her forward progress along the mattress, his tongue and hands never leaving her buttocks. Finally she rolled over and pulled him up along her body and the two lay in a tight embrace. It was an unconscious move on her part, but she reached between them and slid his cock into her hot pussy. He followed his instincts at first and slowly began to thrust in and out of her very wet and hot pussy. He froze as he realized what he was doing and struggled to pull out of her, but she clamped her arms and legs around him and urged him on. "Don't stop," she pleaded. "I need to feel you inside of me." He relaxed and began to concentrate on his breathing. He did not remember where he'd read it, but he seemed to remember that if you held your breath, it shortened your staying power. Right now, he wanted all the staying power he could get. This was the hottest, wettest, tightest pussy he had ever had his cock inside of. She clamped her pussy muscles down and groaned in orgasm. He stopped thrusting, not wanting to come just yet. She relaxed her pussy walls and he slowly resumed thrusting in and out of her again. Again he had to stop as she orgasmed again. Finally, she grunted and released her iron grip on his waist. He slowly pulled out of her pussy and they lay panting. "Now do you see why your momma told you not to take rides from strangers?" he smiled down at her. She burst out laughing and slapped his chest playfully. "Do you want me to suck you off again?" she asked. "You didn't come that time, did you?" "You know, I'm not really all that wild about blow jobs, but I liked the way you did it," he admitted. "I mean, my dick's too sensitive when I'm coming, especially around the head of it, and most chicks seem to want to lick that while I'm coming, and all I want them to do is leave it alone, you know?" "Um, then what you want to do?" she asked. "Can we do this," he said "How about you get on your hands and knees, you know, doggy style, okay?" She assumed the position and smiled widely. "Okay, just pull out, don't come in me, okay?" she said. "Okay," he readily agreed. He lined his cock up with her splayed open pussy and groaned as he slid into her again. The sight of his white shaft disappearing into her dark curls was intoxicating and maddening. He closed his eyes and blindly groped for her heavy swaying breasts. She moaned in appreciation; it was obvious he liked her tits, but he didn't grab them and maul them, he handled them with reverence. She balanced herself on one hand and reached for her pussy with the free hand. Two rubs of her hard nubbin and she groaned hotly in orgasm. "Damn it!" he exclaimed and quickly pulled his cock out of her clutching pussy. A blast of his hot semen splashed against her left buttock, followed by a second blast, and a third. The sight of his hot cream splattering onto her dark skin produced another blast of semen and he groaned again. She giggled as she felt his hot seed splash onto her flesh and felt the sticky fluid begin to trickle down her leg. Tawny watched to entire proceedings from his perch on top of her black and white television. When it seemed that the two had finished their grunting and groaning, he looked around the room for something else to entertain himself with. Chad slowly sank down and flopped onto his back. Jackie leaned over and kissed him lightly and quickly on his lips. "I'll be right back," she said and crawled out of the bed. Chad closed his eyes for a moment and heard her shower start up. She did not waste a whole lot of time in the shower, just washed off his semen from her fact, breasts, belly and backside. She turned off the shower, patted herself dry and returned to the bedroom. She looked at the clock and opened her eyes in surprise. It was approaching three o'clock. They'd been making love for only about an hour. In that short amount of time, though, she'd come more times than she'd ever managed to with her last boyfriend, and they'd spent quite a few hours entwined. "Why don't you jump in the shower and wash some of that sweat off?" she suggested. Chad smiled weakly and slowly got to his feet. "Good idea," he said and kissed her as he walked past. The water got cold quicker than he'd anticipated and he was shivering by the time he finished. He whooped and danced as he tried to warm himself up with her damp towel. ---- When he returned to her bedroom, she was dressing in a warm-up suit. He pulled his briefs and tight jeans on and slipped his shirt on. They did not speak, both suddenly a little shy and uncertain. "Look, I'm not sure where this is headed, but..." he finally started to say, but she put her finger on his lips. "It ain't headed nowhere," she flatly said. "But." he said. "But nothing, Chad," she said. "Man, you is one fine ass white boy and damn can you make love! But I'm black and you white, and there ain't much can change that." "But..." he started to say again. "Chad, this was pretty special, pretty damned special, but there ain't no 'us,' you know? There's too many ignorant mother fuckers out there that'll never see past skin color and I just ain't ready to get my ass kicked over it, all right?" she said and took his hand in hers. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it softly. "Maybe in twenty, thirty years, people will let blacks and whites be, but that's twenty or thirty years away, not today, not in Nineteen seventy eight," she said sadly. "You're right," Chad finally said But damn that was good!" he crowed. She laughed and nodded her head. "You need to go," she said. "I need to get some grocery shopping done, and probably should throw these sheets into the washer." He stood up and kissed her again. She stood up and pressed her body against his. Their kissing picked up in intensity until she finally had to push him away. "Stop," she said. She walked with him to the front door of the apartment and softly closed the door behind him. He squinted in the afternoon sunlight and made his way down to his car. The short drive home did little to revive his spirits, but he did smile as he saw Serena's bright red Volkswagen Beetle parked in the driveway. Chapter 14 Chad Fontenot sat in his 1964 Chevy Impala for a moment and stared at Serena's bright red Beetle. It had been quite a few weeks since the last time he'd seen it in his driveway. She and his sister, Lacey Fontenot, were still the best of friends, but Lacey went over to Serena's house instead of having her best friend come to the Fontenot's home. The handsome nineteen year old realized that he'd missed having the bone thin girl around, with her long red hair and freckles and laughter. But telling her would be kind of weird; she and Lacey were the best of friends and she saw him as Lacey's big brother, that's all. He got out of his car and walked, somewhat unsteadily, toward his front door. He entered the dark living room and nearly tripped over his cat, Midnight, as she lay in the only beam of light to enter the room, soaking up the warmth of that sunlight. He smiled and rubbed the cat's belly until she grabbed his hands with her claws and he quit. He made his way up the stairs to his small bedroom and looked toward Lacey's bedroom door. It shut quickly and he shrugged his shoulders. "Must be 'girls stuff,'" he thought and entered his own room. He stripped off his work shirt and threw it onto his bed. ---- "Well?" Lacey asked her best friend Serena. Serena had just slammed the door shut and was leaning against it. "He's home now." "I know, I know," Serena hissed, The butterflies in her stomach churning twice as bad as they had been ten minutes ago when she and Lacey had hatched this plan. If only she were prettier, she thought. If she were pretty like Lacey, with her shoulder length brown hair and lush figure, this would be so much easier. She'd worn her best top; a light green knit that wasn't too snug. She liked it because it didn't show off the fact that she was absolutely flat up front. Her jeans were faded just right and were snug enough to give a little definition to her slight backside. She wore her favorite pair of platform sandals and rainbow socks, the kind that had the toes built in to them. This was the best she was ever going to look; she hoped it was good enough. "God, suppose he laughs at me?" she moaned. "Serena! When has Chad ever laughed at you?" Lacey asked her friend. "There's always a first time," Serena moaned again. She counted to ten then looked at Lacey. Lacey smiled encouragingly to her best friend and Serena tried gamely to return the smile but couldn't manage. She opened the door and stepped out into the small hallway. On shaky legs she walked toward Chad's bedroom door. ---- Chad peeled the snug blue jeans and briefs off of his legs and stood up. He stood in the middle of his room, stark naked. He was glad he'd taken a shower before leaving Jackie's apartment; but he had just wanted to get out of the clothes that still smelled of his morning's work at the Roundabout diner. Just thinking about the sight of his pale white cock sliding in and out of Jackie's creamy black skin gave him the start of an erection and he debated whether or not to throw a towel around his waist, enter the small bathroom he shared with his sister and masturbate, even though he'd come twice with Jackie. ---- Lacey peered through the slit in the partially opened bedroom door. Serena wobbled uncertainly in front of Chad's door. She even looked, more than once, at the stairway that was just behind her. "Better not!" Lacey thought to herself. As if she could sense her, Serena looked over at Lacey's door and tried to smile again. She raised her hand and knocked softly on Chad's door. Her hand dropped to the knob. "Just a minute," Chad called out and looked for something to throw on to cover himself. But Serena didn't hear him say 'Just a minute,' the blood was pounding in her ears. She opened the door wide before her nerve left her. "Chad, I have to tell..." she started to say then stood in total shock as she stared at a very naked Chad. "Hey!" Chad yelled and tried to cover himself from her gaze. Serena turned and ran. Chad slammed his bedroom door shut, his erection decidedly wilted for now. Lacey jumped aside as the panic-stricken girl blazed her way into the small bedroom. She slammed the bedroom door shut and looked at the frightened girl. "What happened?" She asked. Serena stood and shook violently. Lacey firmly guided her to the bed and the two girls sat down heavily. "What happened?" she asked again. ---- Mr. Fontenot looked at the ceiling. Doors slamming were not a common occurrence in their household. "Think I ought to go up and see what's the matter?" he asked his wife. "Only if you hear screaming," she said and stirred her coffee. "They're adults now, let's treat them like grown ups." "Okay, I'll send the two adults a bill for their new doors," he groused and sipped his coffee. "Is this out of that new 'Mr. Coffee' machine the kids gave us?" "Yes it is," she said with a little pride. "Almost as good as you'd get at a restaurant, huh?" "Yep, almost don't have any reason to take you out to dinner anymore, do I?" he teased her. ---- "I knocked on the door and opened it," Serena managed to gasp out. This was punctuated by gasping sobs as she told her friend what had happened. This simple statement took almost a minute to choke out. "And he was standing there," more gasping sobs, almost to the point of hiccups now. Lacey held her friend close and listened as best she could. She was a little frightened; Serena was such a sensitive girl. "And he didn't have any clothes on!" Serena finally managed to get out. "And then he yelled at me!" Despite her worry over her friend's anguish, Lacey had to fight the temptation to giggle at the thought of Chad naked in his room as Serena barged in. Both girls jumped slightly as a knock came at the door and Serena screamed slightly. "Who is it?" Lacey called out even though she knew who it had to be. "It's me, Chad," came the response. "No, no, no, no! Don't let him in!" Serena pleaded. "Go away, Chad," Lacey called out. "Come on, Lacey, let me in," Chad persisted. "You're going to have to face him sooner or later," Lacey told her friend. "Later," Serena decided. "Come on, Serena, better to get it over with now than put it off, it'll only get worse if you do," Lacey advised Serena hid her face in a pillow as Lacey opened the bedroom door for Chad. Chad wordlessly nodded with his head to the hallway and lacey stepped out of her bedroom. Chad sat down next to the shaking Serena. "So, what did you want to tell me?" he quietly asked. "Nothing," she mumbled, muffled even more by the pillow. "Come on, it had to be something," he quietly persisted. "I mean, I can't remember the last time you came into my room, so it had to be something important." Lacey listened at the door. Her heart was bursting with pride for her older brother; most guys would have been all upset over the intrusion, but Chad knew just how sensitive Serena was and was concerned for her feelings instead of his modesty. "Hey, I wanted to tell you something!" he brightened slightly. "I wanted to tell you when I came home from work and saw your car was here, I was pretty happy to see it, 'cause it's been so long since you've come over." "And?" Serena said, pulling the pillow down from her face and clutching it to her flat chest "And?" Chad repeated. He knew this was going to sound so weird and would probably antagonize the poor girl even more, but he might as well finish it. "And I missed you being around here like, like before I got all caught up in Robin." He had been so head over heels in love with Robin; until he found out that her looks were all there was to Robin. And most of the looks were fake, manufactured. "You're just saying that!" Serena accused, a flash of anger creeping into her voice. "No, no I'm not," he said and they sat in silence for a moment. "I really did miss having you around." The red headed girl that sat next to him was the exact opposite of that other red head. While both Robin and Serena were lat as boards in front, Robin hid that fact behind a pile of foam rubber padding. Robin's light red hair was styled and teased into the latest fashion; Serena's flaming red hair hung limply down to the back of her knees. Robin had very few freckles and hid the few she did have with a coating of make-up. Serena would have to use a paintbrush to cover up the multitude of freckles she sported. Her bone thin arms and legs also sported a profusion of freckles. But they had one major difference, and Chad was beginning to see it more and more clearly as he and Serena sat in silence, deep in their own thoughts. Robin's green eyes were cold and almost lifeless, while Serena's brown eyes were deep pools that held warmth, the same warmth that was inside of her heart. Chad smiled softly as he felt Serena's hand, shaking violently, as she bravely took a hold of his hand. He clasped it warmly and almost laughed as she let out an audible breath. ---- Lacey was almost jumping up and down in impatience from her spot outside of the door. She couldn't hear anything and she wasn't going to stick her head in and peek on them either. ---- ---- "Is this what you wanted to tell me?" Chad quietly asked Serena and lifted their enjoined hands. "Uh huh," she agreed and shook her head yes. She couldn't bring herself to look at him though. "Well, anytime you want to tell me this," he said and grasped her hand a little tighter, "at least wait until I say 'come in.' Okay?" She blushed profusely and covered her face with the pillow again, but he smiled as he heard her giggle. "It's been a long time since I've heard you laugh," he said softly. Chad Fontenot She put the pillow down and looked at him. The happiness on her face lit up her entire face and he smiled at her. She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely. He inhaled deeply and smelled her clean Scent, then touched his lips to her earlobe. She drew in a deep breath and pulled back to look at him. He smiled and looked into the deep brown eyes. She slowly, almost timidly brought her lips to his and they kissed softly for a moment. She began to smile widely, which made hissing her a little difficult. "And is this what you wanted to tell me too?" he asked and kissed her again. "Uh huh," she said and brought her lips to his again. She sucked in another deep breath as she felt his tongue touch her lips. ---- Lacey tired of trying to hear what was going on in her bedroom and stomped into Chad's bedroom. Her cat, his cat actually, was perched on the windowsill, looking out at the squirrels that ran around in the front yard. Given a chance, she'd have one of those tasty morsels instead of the dry food that she was given to eat. Lacey scratched the cat's head for a moment. "Get out," Chad said a few minutes later, but there was amusement in his eyes. "I have to get ready for a date." "A date?" Lacey asked and ran to her own bedroom. Serena sat on her bed; her mouth wide open and a far away look on her face. "I have a date," she breathed as Lacey plopped down on the bed next to her and demanded, "Well?" ---- "That was a scream," Mr. Fontenot said and looked up at the ceiling again. "That was two of them," Mrs. Fontenot said and put her cup of coffee down. "Think I need to go up there?" he asked. Before Mrs. Fontenot could tell him 'no,' they could both hear the pounding of feet coming down the stairs. Lacey and Serena shrieked and ran out the front door. The parents looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders as they heard Serena's Volkswagen rev up and pull out of their driveway in a hurry. A moment later, Chad bounded down the stairs and burst into the small kitchen. "Hey Dad," he cheerfully said. "Can I borrow about twenty bucks?" "Twenty bucks?" Mr. Fontenot asked. That wasn't pocket change. "What do you need twenty bucks for?" "Um, I have a date tonight, and pay day isn't until next Friday, and this is pretty important," Chad said in a rush of words. Mr. And Mrs. Fontenot did not like Robin McCall at all. They could see why Chad was infatuated with her, but they could also see that Robin was infatuated with herself as well. He grunted and looked across the table at his wife who had her lips pinched together tightly. He sighed and looked at his son. "Listen, son, Robin is just going to have to learn that..." he started to say. "Robin?" Chad snorted. "Oh, no! This isn't for Robin! I told her ''Keep on trucking' a long time ago!" "Oh?" Mrs. Fontenot asked. "Then who do you have a date with?" Chad felt a slight hesitation and was immediately ashamed of him for having that brief hesitation. "It's with Serena," he smiled and said. "Serena? Serena Who?" his father asked suspiciously. His wife slapped his arm. "Serena Lee," Chad said, somewhat puzzled. That was the only Serena he knew of, whom else would his father think he was talking about? "Well then," Mr. Fontenot said and pulled out his heavy money clip. He peeled off two ten-dollar bills and looked up in amazement as his wife reached out and pulled out a third ten-dollar bill. "Um, well, can't let you have twenty bucks, how about thirty?" he smiled and slapped the three bills into his son's hand. "Thanks Dad!" Chad said and turned to leave the room. "So, where are y'all going?" his mother asked. "Um, I guess to see Superman, and then I guess go to the Arcade or something," Chad said. "Behave yourself," his mother admonished. Chad had to smile; his mother had never said 'Behave yourself' when he was dating Robin. "Well, what do you think about that?" Mr. Fontenot said as Chad bounded upstairs to take a shower. "It's about time, that's what I think," Mrs. Fontenot said. Chapter 15 By Monday afternoon, the senior class was abuzz with the news that Chad Fontenot and Serena Lee was boyfriend-girlfriend. A few were surprised; Serena was in no way as pretty as Robin McCall, others were not surprised at all, Robin was a bitch. Robin McCall did not take the news very well; Chad Fontenot was supposed to suffer, was supposed to be miserable without her. Yet the happiness was extremely evident, both his and Serena's. Thirty years later, their happiness is still quite evident. The End.