A week after his and Calvin's encounter with the two Mormon girls, Sheron still couldn't get the memories of the afternoon out of his head. He had thought that after giving Wendy her engagement ring back and seen the way she stood helpless as Tina gave up her virginity to Calvin, that he could move on, safe in the knowledge that behind the conservative exterior of every woman he encountered, they might be capable of the same weaknesses of the flesh that Wendy and Tina had succumb to.
Stuck in Utah for the first two months of Summer to attend classes, Sheron knew he would have an abundance of free time to allow the events of the past few weeks to sink in.
Guilt gnawed at him on two fronts however. On one end, Sheron felt an intangible level of shame at the way the situation with Wendy had unfolded. Raised in a Christian home by a Mother whom he looked up to as a saint, Sheron knew people close to him would shudder if they found out how he treated the two unsuspecting girls. On the other hand, Sheron felt an immense amout of regret in other areas of his body when he thought back to the way he and Calvin had used the girls, kicking himself over and over for not taking greater liberties with both while he had the chance.
"You could have made them do anything you wanted," he often found himself thinking during times of heightened arousal.
And in moments such as those, Sheron found himself taking refuge in the series of photos he had developed three days earlier that had been taken while Wendy was hypnotically locked on to the sight of her naked and well fucked friend on Calvin's lap, her pants down around her knees, totally oblivious to the fact Sheron had snapped off nearly a half a roll of film.
"As much as having that ring for a few days meant something...I bet these pictures could be worth a lot more," Sheron pondered, the skeleton of a new idea gradually taking shape in his mind.
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"This is plain stupid," Sheron found himself thinking as he sat behind the wheel of his parked car, a block away from Wendy's apartment, watching the front door as her Mother and Father helped her carry item after item to the moving van sitting in the driveway.
The pictures he had taken of Wendy and Tina resting in a small pile on the dashboard in front of him, Sheron patted himself on the back for remembering the details of the conversation he had shared with Wendy, the first night he went to her place to study, about her plans to move back home with her parents the week after exams to prepare for her impending wedding.
"Damn....Wendy looks just like a younger version of her Mom," Sheron thoughtfully noted, his cock stiring like an awakened snake in his pants as he shifted his weight in the seat.
"You came this far....you might as well drive up and say 'Hi', " a voice inside Sheron's head urged, the bulge in his pants growing now to the point where it was straining against the bottom edge of the steering wheel.
Stuffing the pack of incriminating pictures into the breast pocket of his shirt, Sheron drifted down the block before parking by the curb in front of Wendy's soon to be vacant apartment.
Pulling up in front of the same residence he had his first encounter with Wendy nearly two weeks earlier, Sheron took a couple of deep breaths to compose himself before turning off the ignition and getting out.
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Wendy's parents were thrilled to meet him. Eventhough they both felt a level of apprehention we they saw a young black stranger pacing up the sidewalk towards them, once Sheron introduced himself and explained how Wendy had helped him with his exams, Bob and Gloria Smith were beaming with pride over their Daughter's efforts.
Still in the house packing up some of her personal belongings, it wasn't until her Father called to her through the front door, for her to come out for a second, that Wendy realized Sheron was there to visit.
Nearly dropping the taped up box in her hands when she saw the fixation of her recent nightmares standing with a coy smile in the yard, Wendy felt her insides liquofy when Sheron started walking towards her.
"Let me get that," Sheron politly sighed, taking the heavy box from Wendy's trembling hands, at the same time noticing she had returned her engagement ring to its proper place on her finger.
"I wonder how many times she's washed the thing since I gave it back?" Sheron whimsically thought to himself as he carried the box over to the waiting U-Haul.
Turning back towards the Smith clan after placing the box in the back of the van, Sheron smiled and reached for his shirt pocket.
"Hey Wendy..I got those pictures developed we took over at my place the other day ..you remember..when you and Tina came over to help Calvin and me study....I got double prints..thought you and Tina might like a keepsake," Sheron playfully offered before reaching into the pocket and pulling out the first picture in the deck.
Dread spread across Wendy's already burdened face and her blood ran cold as Sheron handed her the glossy photo.
"Let us see," Gloria Smith curiously admonished as she took a few steps towards her Daughter.
"Its just a picture of Wendy and Tina together..I had a few pictures left in the roll..thought they might like having one with each other in it for a scrapbook or something..I'm gonna keep the other to show my Mom and Grandma so they can see the two girls that helped me pass my classes this semester," Sheron beamed with feigned honesty, bringing a joyful expression of pride to both Wendy's parents' faces.
"Well isn't that sweet..thank you...," Gloria offered, not remembering the kind young man's name.
"....Sheron,' He softly interjected.
"Thank you, Sheron" both Smiths agreed in unison.
"Do you'll need anymore help with the heavy lifting?" Sheron quickly asked.
"Well..as a matter of fact...actually..Yes," Bob Smith face lit up. "It'll give Wendy and her Mom and chance to get the rest of the lighter stuff together....Thanks Sheron."
With that, Sheron and Bob and Gloria disappeared inside the apartment leaving Wendy to stew uneasily on the lawn.
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Casually noting the way Wendy avoided him the whole time he was there helping to pack, Sheron kept a polite and sheepish smile etched across his face as he loaded box after box into the van.
Waiting for just the right moment to put his hastily constructed plan into action, when Sheron heard Wendy and her Father retreat down the hall, to take apart the same bed he had defiled Wendy on weeks earlier, Sheron drifted towards the kitchen where Gloria Smith was busy packing dishes.
"Hi," Sheron quietly caught Gloria's attention from behind. "Can I ask you a question?"
"Ah....Sure, " Gloria replied, wiping her hands with a rag as she turned to face the handsome young black man that had been such a help.
Sensitive to such things, Sheron could immediatly detect a slight amount of awkwardness in Gloria's body language.
"I can definatly see where Wendy gets her good looks," Sheron kindly noted, bringing a shy and uneasy smile to Gloria's face.
"Well....thank...thank you," she appreciativly answered.
"Like I said earlier..I just wanted to thank you and your Husband again for all Wendy did for me...she made Finals week a lot easier," Sheron smiled, extending his hand forward which Gloria politely shook.
Nodding his gratitude one last time, Sheron feigned putting an end to the conversation before turning back towards Gloria once more. Taking a brief pause, knowing the next few words out of his mouth would likely change many their two lives forever, Sheron sighed and finally spoke up.
"One more thing Mrs. Smith," he started.
"Yes," she replied.
"I want to fuck you," Sheron soberly offered, his insides fizzing with adrenaline watching the way Gloria's face went white as snow.
An unsettling series of burps, stammers and gasps belched free from Gloria's throat as Sheron's crude but simplistic statement melted into her eardrums.
"You can say 'No' if you want," Sheron added politely. " I just thought that you might like to..that's all."
"I.....I'm....I'm....I'm...," Gloria croaked over and over, patting her chest the whole time, clearly knocked off balance by Sheron's blunt offer.
Allowing Gloria to stew in uncertainty for nearly 15 seconds, Sheron calmly pulled out the packet of pictures in his shirt pocket and prepared to open them. Knowing he was at his most vulnerable of having Gloria call to the other side of the house to her Husband and Daughter for help in those precious moments before showing her the snapshots he had taken, like a magician performing a trick, Sheron briskly peeled the pictures apart and displayed them for Gloria to see.
"Wha...Wha...What..are..they?" Gloria babbled, her throat bone dry from the surreal turn of events.
"Pictures of Wendy and her friend Tina over at my place last week..they were taken a little later that day after the one I gave her out in the yard before we came inside," Sheron matter of factly replied." I took the one I gave her when they still both had their clothes on...the rest of them are just a couple of pictures of both girls acting like two big white sluts."
Staring down with glassy eyes at the prints in Sheron's huge black hands, it was clear that the life was quickly draining from Gloria's pores.
"Yeah..take you time Mrs. Smith and look them over...look at Tina there sitting naked on my friend Calvin's lap..that's his cock dangling there looking all greasy and messy..and you can see how fucked up Tina's pussy looks too..I'm sure you can put two and two together can't you?" Sheron taunted.
"And look a little closer..look who's shoulder I'm taking the picture over...Yep....that's your pretty little Daughter standing there in front of Calvin and Tina..and look closer..that's Wendy's pants all the way down to her knees with that hairy pussy of her's showing...Your little baby bitch was the star of the show," he crudely continued before folding the pictures back into a neat deck and returning them to his pocket.
"What...what do...do you want?" Gloria whispered, on the precipise now of fainting.
"What do you mean..like money?" Sheron laughed coyly. "Nah....I'll take whatever you want to give me but frankly...I was just hoping for all this to end...just want to let Wendy get on with her life so I can get on with mine...But I still want to fuck you."
"You know how the gossip in this town can be relentless..one person tells another a little story...maybe its gets overheard..and the next thing you know..its gets spread around a campus..a town ...a whole state," Sheron wryly hinted to a now frozen Gloria.
"Does she..... she know about the pictures?" Gloria's voice wavered.
"Huh..I don't know...why don't you ask her?" Sheron sarcastically smirked.
A mountainous wave of silence passed between the two as Sheron watched Gloria stew in the center of the kitchen, confronted with something so intangible, she was having a hard time even fathoming the consequences.
