Dawn to some people represents rebirth, or a new start, others it's a way to describe a fresh new morning. To me it's the worst part of the day.
This morning I awoke at my parents place on the sofa; I was visiting them for the weekend. The housing bust of 2008 had left them destitute, so much so that I couldn't live them, I had to board with Dawn Morgan.
This Dawn was certainly a fresh start, the person not the day. She was an out of work real estate agent who asked me to pose for some erotic photos with her.
She was petite, busty, white lady more than double my age, and fearless. I however was a tall lanky youth; part Ethiopian, and part Italian. Every time my penis came even remotely near her it'd end in disaster!
Still squinting my eyes from the bright sun ray's I shivered at the thought that I had cum in her mouth not once, but twice without any warning!
When my younger brother walked through the living room in search of breakfast, I forgot all my worries as we quickly ate and departed for church.
Afterwards my folks dropped me off at Sybrina's parents place. She was a classmate that had invited me to dinner.
With the invitation came very precise instructions that sounded absolutely bizarre. She wanted me to bathe beforehand, wear button up pants with a belt and most importantly no underwear!
I did as she requested, but scratched my head as to why as I rang the doorbell.
"Why hello son!" Boomed a chestnut brown man who answered the door.
"Hello sir, I'm Crepuscolo." I replied taking his hand in a handshake.
"Yes, yes, I know who you are." He said slapping me on the shoulder, "You're the skinny Ethiopian kid from her school right?"
He had an infectious smile, that disarmed me despite making it sound like I stepped out of a UNICEF commercial. He brought me into the house which was packed.
"Sybrina!" He yelled out as he introduced me to several people walking by.
I could see how someone could be intimidated by all the bustle and noise, I however loved it. Living in the large silent house with Dawn left me craving chaos.
"How's the team this year son?" He asked me as I shook hands with another uncle, or was it a cousin.
"We're doing pretty good..." I replied when Sybrina appeared.
"Daddy quit fussing over the boy!" She said in a way that only someone from the south could say.
"Crepuscolo, how are you dear?" She asked as she stood in front of me.
She wore the same white dress that she had on the last time I had seen her. She also wore a white thong, which was visible through her garments, this time however she didn't have on a brassiere.
Her skin was the colour of caramel, and looked just as sweet. Her nipples which were large, dark brown, and erect, were very apparent.
Her nails were painted white, as was her hair which was cut in a bob; even Sybrina's eyelids were painted white!
"Uh..." The words wouldn't come out as I stood stupidly staring at her nipples; I was astonished that no one else had noticed.
"Daddy, what did you do to him?" She said loudly grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me away from her father.
I tried to speak again when she stopped near the kitchen.
"Tell me you did what I asked?" She hissed angrily to me.
Shocked, stunned, and staring at two large cookie shaped nipples, all I could do was nod my head in amazement. I didn't understand why, but I had done as she requested.
"You know you're as cute as a puppy Crepuscolo?" She said as the smile returned to her face.
"Now be a good boy, and try and last until at least the end of the first period. Half-time would be even better." She said as she put a hand under my chin and lifted it up. I hadn't noticed that I was staring at her open-jawed.
Once again I was dumb-founded by her words as she led me to the sofa where her father, and an uncle sat. I joined them in what I assumed was a seat of honour, in front of the TV.
"Do you like football?" He asked, I looked around unsure if he was talking to me, and saw that Sybrina was already left.
"Yes sir!" I said.
"Good, now who's your favourite team?" He questioned.
"Manchester, hands down!" I replied enthusiastically.
"Boy, what are you talking about?" He said, with his eyes still fixated on the TV.
I took a glance at the TV for the first time, and saw the American football game playing.
"I, uh, thought you were talking about soccer?" Feeling incompetent, I tried to stammer out a reply.
The round man laughed and elbowed the uncle, the two of them chuckled, and still they didn't look my way.
"Don't worry about it son, Manchester isn't a bad team." He said between laughs.
I smiled and settled down to enjoy the match. The American national anthem came on, at which point everyone stood up. I was used to it from all my basketball games, but it was unusual to see this at a house.