| Straight: Serial Stories: The Shades of Passion Chapter 8 |
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Janace did not tell Archie that she actually had a well-established history of being involved with black men. Unlike some white women after they had lengthy exposure around black men, her clear business professional’s diction never gave Archie any hint that Soul had been very prominent in her life. She had decided on dating white men after she and Darnell Kennerson went their separate ways back in nineteen ninety-eight. She met Ethan Franks, the man whom she followed to Greenville in two thousand and three. He was a chemical engineer at Mauch Textiles, and it appeared that he would offer her a sense of stability and respectability that any woman would desire. However, their plans for the future went awry after she revealed to Ethan of her past with black men. He confided to his family about the revelation, but his family strongly urged him to end the relationship for fear she would bring shame to their son by eventually finding her way to black men. Who knew that she would? Maybe there was some truth. But the giddiness that was detected in her voice from the morning conversation with Archie had nothing to do with his playful challenge whether she had decided on coming back to black for good. And it certainly had nothing to do with Archie’s effective use of his dick as added incentive. It actually was a matter of nostalgia. Janace always liked her men tall and extremely dark skinned – Archie’s presence at Jake’s party evoked memories of her first taste of ebony with Talmadge Etheridge, whom she shared with him that they had lost contact after he enlisted in the Marines. She had gambled that her intuition would be correct that Archie could also be the man that treated her very close to the way Talmadge had done during those young, impressionable years. She liked Archie’s choice of Anthony’s Downtown because it was a scene that she was entirely comfortable with – albeit it catered to an upscale black clientele. She had longed to hear soft, soulful jazz and feast on some real Southern cooking as opposed to the stodgy ambience of some of the wine-and-cheese places that she and Ethan frequented. If there was one thing she had wanted to do before it was too late in life, she wanted to learn how to cook many of the dishes that many of the black men in her life had loved eating – for starters, macaroni and cheese, meatloaf, collard greens, cornbread from scratch, fried fish and homemade peach cobbler. She never got a chance as a teenager to ask Talmadge’s mother, Ernestine, how to prepare some of those dishes that she remembered eating the one time she was invited for a summer cook out at their place. Archie’s years at the car lot transformed him into a punctual person. He called Janace from his cell phone around eight fifteen to inform her that he had just turned off the Pelham Road exit (fifty-four along I-85) and was headed her way. He made sure that all he had to do was head toward down town, and he would find the apartment complex to the left. “When you come in, make sure that you go past the rental office. Once you get past the rental office, look for your first building to your right and that will be ‘D,’ ” she instructed him in her plausible slow, Southern drawl, “Keep going down that drive way until you see either a big red pick-up truck or a dark red Honda parked right across from a trash bin. I’m on the second floor just as you go up the stairway across from that trash bin.” Janace had already donned a stylish pastel blue summer dress with flower designs. She decided for some effect that she would wait until Archie had showed up to complete her preparations so that it would not appear that she had been eagerly awaiting his arrival since they had hung up roughly two hours ago. When Archie appeared at the door, Janace felt a surge of warmth descend to her pubic region. He wore a brown jacket and slacks and a light-blue shirt without a tie that was very much appropriate for the place they were headed for. His sizeable presence reminded her of one of the young up and coming male acting stars that had entered their prime in life. His ivory teeth that accentuated his smile from his moderately thick lips were so inviting for her to stand to her tiptoes and try kissing him at the door. Instead, she simply allowed him to walk past her into her quaint, one-bedroom dive and find a seat on her sofa. “I’ll be right back. I’m just about ready,” she announced to him. “If you want something to drink, you can search my refrigerator.” She quickly scooted off into her bedroom put on her customary black high heels and applied a streak of an off-pink lipstick. Her wide swaying hips under her dress easily captivated Archie’s attention. He also took note to her slightly bowed legs that were tanned, toned and well defined at the calves. He chose not to help himself to her kitchen, but sat calmly in attention for Janace to reappear from her bedroom. “So what do you think?” Janace said, seeking his approval as she emerged. Archie immediately stood up and nodded demonstratively that he liked what he saw. For the first time, he actually paid attention to her appreciably slender waist and flat stomach, bringing back to his memory how solid her body felt in the midst of lust and passion. She appeared as though she might have weighed maybe one hundred and twenty five pounds, but it was more like one hundred and thirty nine. Her face also appeared to have had some exposure to the sun earlier in the day because the added color seemed to blend in well with her auburn hair. She converged with his body and looked up toward him, kissing him fully on his lips. Her body fragrance was subtle and very discernable. He reached down and clutched the rump that helped accentuated her ass, causing her to stand on her tiptoes even while in heels. But Janace nudged Archie’s wrists to his side because she felt his hands mischievously working their way under her dress; she wanted to withhold from him knowledge of already her aroused pussy. “Don’t you think we need to be leaving?” she said to get his mind off any further petting and fondling at least for now. Humph. And this was the woman he had met just barely twenty-four hours earlier? It was all good, he thought to himself, all good. “Yeah, uh, we need to get goin’,” he agreed, “Because they stop serving the main food around nine thirty. I don’t want to be tastin’ any rushed food.” Janace was pleasantly impressed by Archie’s silver M-45. She was his first non-black passenger, but for that matter he had allowed very few people in it. He was very conscious not to portray the image that he was very much caught up in his sleek ride – even if it had voice recognition controls and all the standard luxury accoutrements – but there was no doubt by his proud gait that this was his choice to symbolize some of the fruits of his success. “And you say you’re a car salesman?” she playfully asked him. “Didn’t you pay attention to my business card?” he also bantered back at her. “Hey, you don’t always have to have deep pockets to get something nice. Some times it’s all about finding the right deal, uh-huh.” “So how did you find the right deal?” she then inquired. “Can’t you hook me up the same way?” When they arrived at the popular spot on Washington Street, Archie’s M-45 fit right among the BMWs, Mercedes and Lexus statements that were parked in the area. And Janace’s plain but elegant appearance did very little to take away from his already impressive, six-foot-five-inch stature. The band was in the midst of playing an instrumental cover of Frankie Beverly and Maze’s “Happy Feelin’s” as they entered Anthony’s Downtown. The waitress showed them a table about mid depth. Out of curiosity, Archie scanned the establishment with hopes that he and Janace were not the only mixed couple. There was no such luck that night – welcome to reality, my man. “I think you made a great choice, Archie, by taking me here tonight,” Janace congratulated him. Unlike Archie, she felt no sense of anxiety being the only non-black patron and for that matter the only non-black person other than the keyboardist and sax player from the band. She thought about sharing with Archie a few of her early experiences dating black men, but she would only divulge any stories of that if he asked. In truth, Janace felt her date with Archie might provide some validation or invalidation to her intuition concerning him. If he could handle being seen with her in public, she knew he just might be the man that she had hoped to do what ever it took not to let him go. “I bet this is one of your favorite places to take your women?” Janace said probingly. Humph. If she only knew, this wasn’t. Archie had chose this place because he thought it would be as neutral of a setting as possible and one that he might not feel embarrassed if somebody that he knew spotted him. “I had heard a lot about this place for some time,” he answered in his own slow, Southern drawl. “I just never got around to coming here. I heard they had some good baked chicken and rice.” “Is that what you’re having? Hmmm. Funny you would order some white meat. You must be on a binge for some lately,” Janace told Archie with some boldness. Then she glanced at the menu. She had decided on some grilled mahi-mahi and steamed vegetables, and a glass of wine. “And just think: I thought I would be having some tall, gorgeous man and his thick chocolate cock tonight to go with my meal.” Janace’s reference to sex began to put Archie at some ease enabling him to mentally coexist in his surroundings. He still had hoped that least one mixed couple would enter the door just for the sake of knowing that there were others out there. Archie did learn that Janace was the only child. She was an honor roll student in high school and she later attended the state’s university in Columbia majoring in criminal justice. She decided not to pursue a career in law enforcement because she grew more of an interest in learning the legal system and its many workings. Archie made known to Janace that he played football and basketball in high school, but he hid the fact that colleges were not interested in him because of his poor grades and his lack of interest for academics. He told her that had pretty much found his niche in life working as a car salesman. “It was either that or I go back to Union and try selling drugs, you know, or getting off into something that I shouldn’t,” he went on to share with Janace. Since Archie intended on exploring Janace’s potential as a fuck buddy, he decided to shift their conversation back to the very topic that had drawn them together thus far. He had already presumed she was definitely game for another encounter with his Black Pole based on her brazen references. Now he wanted to extract from her any additional information that would unveil the freak element he supposed she was straining not to release just yet – and even that might not be too hard to figure out. For that reason, he figured he might as well just come right out with what was on his mind. “Just how bad you wanna fuck tonight?” he boldly posed the question to Janice. There was a bit of serendipity to the timing of his question. The band had started playing an instrumental cover to Sade’s “Sweetest Taboo.” Janice poised herself in the seat and commented how she had awakened wishing he were at her apartment that morning to roll over and had inserted his throbbing dick into her sopping, wet, pink pussy. Then she brought the glass of wine near her face and hinted a very suggestive look in his direction. “I probably would have called you again had you not called me this afternoon asking if you were willing to come over to my place and fuck me again.” A point well taken, Archie liked the moxie she exuded in his search for a fuck buddy. Now it was a matter of determining where they would release their sexual energy that night. He asked Janace where was the most unusual place she had ever had sex with a man? Then he volunteered to her that his happened with Sandra Hampton (whom he did not name) when they sneaked off to the top floor of the school library at the four-year college in Spartanburg. Janace described having sex with Darnell Kennerson (whom she did not name) when they went to Myrtle Beach for her birthday. Archie was rather inquisitive of what transpired considering he had gone to the beach only twice in his life – once when he visited a relative that lived on the Georgia coast and when he went on a trip to Charleston in high school. Before she ordered, she asked the waitress to bring her a glass of water with a lemon in it. (She quickly told Archie that she was not the imbibing type of lady.) She took a quick sip from the glass and divulged how they had found a quiescent area near one of the hotels late that night, and they first draped a large towel in the sand so that they could sit and talk for a while. As the waves pounded the sand, which heightened her arousal for Kennerson, she had him to position himself in back of her so that he could reach around and run his hands along her smallish breasts. “He used to get me so wet and turned on when he’d play with my nipples,” she sheepishly articulated. Archie offered a brief smile while he continued studying her mannerisms and gestures like she were a customer of his sitting across at the negotiating table. “I was wearing a denim shirt and skirt, and I had already taken off my panties before we got out of his car. So I already had thought about us fucking on the sand.” She then described to Archie how after several minutes of him fondling her breasts and kissing along her neck and ears she suggested that he stood up for a few moments while she proceeded to suck his dick. “All I had to do was unzip his pants, and his cock stood right at attention,” she continued with the story. She told Archie that she reached around and grabbed his ass to induce him into fucking her mouth. She told him that she wanted her mouth to feel like another pussy for him that night. It was the first time that she recognized that Kennerson really got into his dick being sucked. “I started feeling my pussy throb, so I began playing with my clit while I sucked his cock. He suggested that we go over to a lifeguard’s stand on the other side of the pier that was near us,” she said. Janace said the funny thing about them finding the lifeguard’s stand was that they walked upon another couple that had been there for some time. They got up rather quickly and apparently took off for another place. Then she and Kennerson took over their spot. She flashed a wide smile toward Archie describing how Kennerson wanted her so badly that he had her to lean against the stand and “he pounded my cunt pretty good. “I thought people had heard me the way I moaned and nearly yelled when he made me cum. Then I looked up at the hotels and I saw somebody in their room looking down our way. I think he might have seen us the whole time.” Archie said his quickie in the library was not as steamy as Janace’s beach experience. “I was young, maybe nineteen, and compared to what I know right now I still didn’t know how to fuck too well,” he said dismissively of his own experience with Sandra Hampton. “And I didn’t want us to get caught, and my girl getting in trouble since she went to school there.” Janace was not convinced that Archie had related to her his most unusual sexual experience. He stuck out his chest while adjusting himself in his chair. He rocked himself in it briefly then paused. “You really want to know?” he baited Janace, who had nodded her head. “Humph. It would have to be when I had my own little orgy with four women at swinger’s party I went to a few years (ago) . . . Yeah, uh-huh . . . You don’t wanna hear about that?” “Why not? You might have done something like that last night had we not met,” Janace answered. “I can see why a group of horny women would take you for themselves because of that gorgeous cock of yours.” He chose instead not to elaborate anything else on his experience with those four women. Since it was nearly ten, they agreed it was time to head off somewhere. Janace offered that they could come over to her apartment and they go night swimming, but Archie mentioned that he didn’t bring any swim trunks. Archie then mentioned they could stop by the airport and check out the planes land – at least it would seem to be something romantic. As they rose from their seats, Archie left a twenty, a ten-dollar bill and two fives on the table. If there was one thing he lacked, it was his frugality when it came to tips. They passed by the band playing its final instrumental cover of the set, George Duke’s “No Rhyme, No Reason.” Just as he reached for the door, he noticed to the right that another mixed couple had come into the restaurant. Archie and the black man’s eyes happened to make contact and in their own way they acknowledged each other’s choice of female company. The humid air provided a sharp contrast to the air-conditioned environment that they had just left. Janace told Archie if she had it her way she would head to the beach and take off all her clothes and get in the water. He immediately thought about her wide hips and rump that had helped accentuated her ass being so easily discernable in the darkness. |
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