The young black stud remained by the pool for only an hour this time.
The unintentional tension in the air caused by this black stud was obviously making all 13 of us white husbands feel uncomfortable. Our pretty white wives had so many moments where they were uncharacteristically quiet and somber, yet they tried to keep some form of communication inside the group.
Minutes before the black man departed a few of the wives suggested we ask him to join us for the next meal.
"Why don't you guys go over there and talk to him again? Maybe he's hungry now?" Clarissa asked.
But, there were no takers.
None of us from this group of white husbands had a desire to approach him. Speaking for myself, I was intimidated by the presence of such a man and the manner in which he showed his absolute control over his pretty blonde companion. It appeared the others had the same sinking feeling that I did.
As Tra'mon stood, then finally departed with the beautiful white woman following behind, everyone's eyes opened wide. Our wives' eyes were glued upon him. He exited the pool area by walking around the far end of the pool. This seemed to be his trend. He was ignoring us completely.
"Well, I guess it's too late to ask him now." Karen mentioned.
The group milled in and out and around their condo apartments, and by the pool, for more than a few hours. Nobody really mentioned the "obvious" display of his masculinity during this time. Yet, everyone's mood was affected.
The wives prepared the shark steaks and lit the tiki-styled torches positioned all the way around the pool. It was around 8 p.m., and they had all changed into shorts or skirts, and tank top tee shirts by now. This was part of their evening wear. The men had changed to summer shirts and shorts.
It was now the Friday night before the fourth of July holiday.
The sun was beginning to set and someone had put on soft music. The young black man was nowhere in sight. It seemed as if he had retired for the evening with his blonde companion.
That is when Julie asked for a couple of volunteers to run out for more ice.
When David volunteered I offered to tag along. Deep down, I just wanted to get away from the tension for awhile. With the black man not around I felt more relieved, almost thankful. I was sure that I wouldn't want to leave my wife's sight if he had still been there. The curious way he looked at her earlier in the day sent a chill of fear through my entire body.
David and I had been gone for about 45 minutes.
We milled around a few stores for awhile looking at mindless items, lost in thought. Both of us were quite sullen and withdrawn. Looking back, it was clear that this black stud had taken away our entire self esteem.
As we pulled into the parking lot close to 9 o'clock that night, we both noticed the blonde woman walking out towards her car. She was barefoot and clutching something in her arms as she minced her way across the pavement.
Still, the black man was nowhere to be seen.
She looked just as incoherent as she appeared earlier in the day, perhaps even more so. The way she was cradling all her clothes in her arms seemed a little strange to me.
David pulled into a parking spot a few cars down from her red Mazda, and we sat there and watched her struggle to open the car door. It was fairly obvious the black stud had fucked her again, and then sent her on her way. I couldn't explain why it was obvious, but it truly was.
"Maybe we should have stopped her?" David said.
"She didn't look at all capable of driving." he added.
The red Mazda started off slowly, then accelerated..
"I don't know. She's driving alright." I said, as we watched her car darting away.
"Besides, I really don't want to get involved." I stated.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." David returned.
David and I got out of his car and grabbed the 4 bags of crushed ice we purchased, each of us carrying two. That is when we spotted the young, black man strolling out from the building and into the parking lot.
He was alone, and his partial "thug" look terrifed us.
Both David and I tensed up immediately.
He was wearing a pair of well-pressed, khaki shorts and expensive black leather sandals. His crisp white short-sleeved shirt was hanging out. His muscular, dark biceps stretched the cotton sleeves with relative ease.
Within seconds, a silver metallic Mercedes convertible pulled into the parking lot and right up to him. The driver was a beautiful white woman in her mid 20's with brown hair. She was dressed in club styled purple minidress, which hugged her body like a second skin.
It was apparent that she was there to pick him up.
Tra'mon casually "hopped" into here convertible and they sped off into the night.
"Geezuz?! Another white woman?" I asked myself.
"The other woman he was with just left a minute before!" I said to myself, shocked.
I stood there wondering if the first white woman even knew. Did she know that the black man she was seeing was going out with another white woman, seemingly for the night? At the time, I wished that I had not seen this happening. This may have been an "innocent" relationship, or a simple friendship, and I tried thinking along those lines to give him the benefit of the doubt.
Still, I couldn't be sure.
My answer would come in the "wee" hours of the morning, less than 8 hours later.
Most of the group had milled around the pool until midnight. A few couples had retired for the night an hour earlier.
"We'll just finish cleaning up in the morning." Julie said.
The rest of us all agreed.
Everyone of us went back to our condos. I was sure all of us fell asleep rather quickly, just as Julie and I did. That night wasn't a restless one. I was exhausted and glad to get to sleep. But, I shouldn't have had that last drink so early before going to bed since I was awakened by Mother Nature only 5 hours later.
It was around 5 in the morning when I woke up needing to relieve myself.
