Helen Long never thought in a million years that she would end up in this position.
She never thought in a million years that she would be anything but a housewife. A housewife from the suburbs who was active in the PTA as well as other volunteer organizations.
The kind of woman who one might describe as a June Cleaver. The type of woman one might think spends her days making brownies. Watching TV soap operas. Doing everything she can to make her life pleasant for her husband and children. But this suburban housewife has another life.
Another life she never thought she would lead in a million years.
Not that she is complaining about her life.
Rather she accepts it and loves it.
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A beam of light penetrates the motel room.
Helen Long lies on the bed and watches the woman in front of her slowly remove her top to expose the most beautiful pair of breasts she has ever seen on a woman.
A pair of brown skin breasts with large nipples. The kind of breasts any man------- or in this case any woman------ cannot help but want to reach out and simply caress. To gently squeeze and flick your fingertips across the nipples. Gently pinch them and watch them rise. To gently squeeze and hear the woman moan softly.
"Come closely," Helen says after the woman in front of her removes her white cotton tank top and reaches down to stroke Helen Long's bare leg.
Upon hearing this command the young woman leans over so her breasts are in the hands of her lover. She smiles as she feels two soft hands caress her nipples as if they are shiny pieces of silver being rubbed for good luck.
The woman who to the young black woman is so kind and thoughtful. The woman who might be in her early 40's but still looks good. Reminding the 23 year old black woman of a glamorous movie star from the 40's and 50's.
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They met a year earlier when Helen Long was taking a class at the Junior College.
A class in English which she needed in order to receive her degree from the Junior College. The kind of degree which really means nothing. Except for those who like to brag to their friends that they went back to school and earned a degree. Even though it's only an AA Degree from a Community College.
The class Helen took was a class that met on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 10am and in this class Helen sat next to a young woman who to her looked like one of those Black female entertainers her children were always watching on M-TV. The kind of young woman who was always wearing provocative cloths and always oozing sexuality.
Upon first meeting the young woman who introduced herself as Tanesha Jackson, Helen was at first slightly intimidated by her thinking that the young woman was your stereotypical young, urban black girl.