Disclaimers: Anyone and everyone partaking in sexual stuff is 18, or older. This story is pure fiction. Also, some might just think of this as a story about racial tolerance. If you are looking for instant sex, look elsewhere.
My name is Ronald Johnson. I'm nearing my 35th birthday, and will be celebrating with my wife of ten years, Valerie, and our three kids. This in itself is somewhat of a miracle.
I think I need to enlighten my readers. My parents, Reginald and Victoria Johnson raised me to treat all races equally. My dad is African/American, and my mom is half Native American and half African/American. So, you can tell I'm 1/4 Native and 3/4 African.
My dad was one of this country's best wide receivers in his era. In college, he was considered a 'can't miss' in the NFL. That was right up until he tore every ligament in his left knee, his Junior season.
With football no longer an option for him, it nearly killed him. It took nearly two full years to get back into college to complete his degree. If he hadn't gone back he would have never met the shy, mixed race girl, who became his wife, and my mother.
Meeting in college, they dated the entire two years it took for him to compete his courses to become a high school English teacher. While he started teaching, my mother completed her degree to teach business and finance.
It took them nearly ten years to finally get pregnant, and, voila, nine months later, I appeared in their lives. From the time I could sit up, dad had a book in my hands. Picture books. Books that either he or mom would read to me. Books about each and every subject, imaginable.
I inhaled every book put on front of me. By my third birthday, I knew my alphabet, and could make out words in some of my books.
By the time I started high school, I was already two grades ahead of my peers. I graduated high school at 15, and started at the University of Washington. One bad thing about going to high school so young was, even at 6'1" and just about 180, or so, I wasn't allowed to play football, because of my age. By the time I was old enough, I was on my way to college.
Once at the U, I had to decide what I wanted to major in. I was fairly sure I wanted to be a doctor, as math and science were favorite subjects of mine. Also, I was always fascinated hearing dad tell about the doctors who put his knee back together, allowing him to walk, again.
Chewing through my classes, it was evident I would finish in three years. Now, all I had to do was convince the School of Medicine to admit me, at 18 years of age.
During my final year, in college, I began tutoring some students in math. Mostly 100 level classes, and some 200 levels. There were two girls, both seniors, who asked if I would tutor them, together, as they were taking the same 200 level math class, and both struggling.
These girls were as different as night and day. Francine Garrison was tall, thin and blond. Valerie Harris, was shorter, heavier, and a brunette. The only thing they had in common, was the fact that their fathers were business partners, and very well to do.
Francine told me that her father had to meet me, to see if he would OK me to tutor his only daughter.
When I arrived at his house, I knew the family was loaded. They lived in a gated community, and when the security guard looked at me, I thought he wasn't going to let me in.
When I got to the front door, it was opened by Mrs. Garrison, who looked more than a bit shocked, to see a black kid at her door. When I told her who I was, she had me wait in the entryway, and went to get Mr. Garrison.
The first words out of his mouth were, "sorry you came out here, but you're not tutoring my daughter!"
"Sir, is it because I'm black?"
"You said that, I didn't."
"Wow, I can't believe in this day and age, you won't allow a 4.0 student, graduating college before his 19th birthday, and getting into Medical School, to tutor your daughter because I'm black!"
I turned, and walked back to my car. I certainly didn't need a racist father telling me I'd never tutor his daughter.
The next afternoon, when I thought I would have two students to teach, only Valerie showed up. She told me Mr. Garrison called her father yelling that no 'Jig' was going to teach his daughter. I couldn't believe a man in this day and age still used the racist term 'jigaboo' even in its shortened term.
She looked at me and told me her dad wasn't quite that upset, but let her know he wasn't too happy. Just as I was going to respond, I saw Francine approaching, and asking Valerie to come with her.
"Frannie, I need to pass this class, even if you don't."
They both moved away from me, whispering. I could imagine what they were saying, so I got up and started to leave.
When Val called out to me, and Frannie tried to stop her, I just turned, smiled, and told them to have a good time with their class. I did hear Val telling her pal she just ruined her chance to graduate, on time.
That afternoon, as I was at the library after my last class, I heard a soft, "can I talk to you, Ronald?" It was Valerie.
"I'd really like some help with this class, please."
"Do I have to earn your father's approval?"
"Absolutely not. I told him all about you and how you were going to Med School. I also told him that you weren't even old enough to go to any bar for a drink."
I noticed a grin when she remarked about my age.
"Are you asking me out for a drink," I quietly said.
Grinning, she just said, we'll see, and left, giving me a phone number to contact her about studying.
As I began tutoring Val, we would notice Frannie walking by, trying to look indifferent, but not succeeding. I had to ask myself if she was wanting to date me, even with her racist dad lurking in the shadows.
For the last two months of the term, I did manage to help Valerie pass her class, and graduate with a degree in history. At the time, I wondered if she went to college to find a husband, or just to please her family.
Oh, by the way, Francine failed the class, didn't get her degree, but found a husband. Some guy with a family nearly as rich as hers.
On to Medical school.
My first year, I was so busy learning the myriad of information, needed, I barely had a social life. I did, however find a lab partner who needed some help, who was more than happy to relieve me of my virginity. It just so happened, she was one of the few other black students in our group.
We both knew, that even before she dropped out of med school, to teach high school chemistry, we weren't ever going any further than the three or four hook ups we had.
My second year of med school was flying by, with our taking different rotations in the University Hospital, and at the largest hospital in the entire state, with the only level one trauma center in four states, learning what it was like becoming a doctor.
Once, or twice, I noticed Valerie at the hospital, taking an older relative to an appointment. Each time, we would just have time for a word, or two, and she always wished me well. Each time I would notice that there wasn't a ring on her finger, so I kept thinking, do I have the nerve to ask her for a date. I also kept wondering if I had the time to date.
As summer began, I finally built up the courage to call her, and ask her out to dinner. We actually found time, and we had our first real date.
When I picked her up at her very nice condo, I noticed it was far nicer than my little studio apartment, that I'd been living in for nearly two years.
Getting to the restaurant I'd chosen for our first date, we just talked about her teaching job, as she knew both my parents were teachers. We just seemed to click, but I wanted to go slow.
"Did you know Francine is getting divorced, already. It seems as if her dad didn't like her husband, who didn't want to work. It seems as if her soon to ex already has a mistress."
After that exchange, we only talked about ourselves. The one joke we laughed at, was me finally being old enough to drink. Since she was nearly three years older than me, she always would kid me about age, even though it didn't bother either of us.
As dinner was ending, she very quietly asked if I wanted to come back to her place.
"Only if you are 100% positive," I replied.
"I think I've been positive since I first met you, back in school. I want you to know, I saw a gorgeous man, not a gorgeous black man."
Off we went, with me not knowing what this might turn out to be. At least I was fairly certain she was not like her father, or his business partner.
Getting inside her place, we barely took off our coats, when she took my face in her hands and gave me a very slow, sensual kiss. I put my arms around her, holding her close. and returned her kiss. Several times.
Just looking into each others eyes, she quietly told me she had wanted to do that for several years. Grinning, we started moving towards what I figured was her master bedroom.
Lifting her blouse over her head, and kissing each shoulder, I reached behind her and unhooked her lacy bra. Just looking at her very pert breasts, made my blood run a bit hotter. She pulled my shirt off, without bothering to unbutton it, and started on my jeans.
As she pushed my pants downward, taking my briefs with them, I unbuttoned her skirt, and started pushing her very tiny thong down over her rounded behind.
Just standing in the middle of her room, kissing, I gently took her in my arms and placed her on her bed, laying right next to her. We both were silent, but breathing a bit deeper. She whispered in my ear that condoms weren't necessary, if I didn't want to use one.
I gave her a look, between kisses that silently asked if she was positive, and she just shook her head, yes, and while nibbling my ear, said neither of us is ready for kids.
As I started paying more attention to her very hard nipples, her hand moved down my body to my growing sex. I moved one hand down her body and found her more than ready sex, already soaking wet. With one finger finding her hidden gem, I moved downward, kissing my way to where my hand was exploring.
When my tongue replaced my finger, her moans turned into short screams, and very heavy breathing. My growing cock more than filled her mouth, as her head moved up and down, taking in well over half of my thick 7 plus inches. With one hand cupping my balls, softly, I started shaking, with several streams of cum filling her mouth to over flowing, letting it dribble onto a handful of tissues.
As her body stopped shaking, we both rolled onto our backs, panting. She moved her body right next to mine, placing her face on my shoulder and mouthed, fantastic!
Just having Val in my arms kept my heart rate high. It also kept my cock at better than half mast.
Seeing this, she started rubbing me back to full strength. As we started again, I moved her onto her knees, with her head on a pillow, and moved behind her. Rubbing my sex up and down her already swollen lips, I slowly entered her sacred spot. In and out, with my hands holding onto her shoulders. Moving both hands under her body, I found each nipple already rock hard.
