(This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. Other stories in the series include Blackedmerica: A Love Story, Nerds of Hollyweather, A Southern Sheriff, In Brazil and Le Belle Donne.)
Chapter 3
Joseph Kerns, a senior at the Combs high school, stood by the sidewalk outside his house. As always he wore a nice dress shirt, though today he wore a brand new one that his girlfriend had helped him pick out yesterday.
Girlfriend...
Joseph thought to himself. He still had a hard time believing that he and Melea were actually together. He had been in love with her since the first time he saw her back when they were just juniors. Sometimes he found himself just staring into her deep brown eyes where he simply could get lost for hours.
As he stood there waiting, he looked down and straightened his shirt once more. He wanted to look proper, especially today since it was Jabari Day at school, an important African holiday.
Whilst he straightened his shirt for the fifth time, his eyes paused for a second at his bare penis. Though he was somewhat used to being bottomless in public since there were many African celebrations where it wasn't proper for men of any age to wear pants or underwear. And of course, during sports in school, he didn't wear any shorts either.
Though the thing he was a little nervous about was the fact that whenever he was around Melea he often found himself stiffening in his underwear, and today he wasn't wearing any underwear or pants. And not just that, but this morning Melea's mother Amarika was picking him up and dropping him and Melea off at school.
Having fixed his shirt, he picked up his notebook to work on the latest poem he had written about Melea. His talent for writing poetry he had probably gotten from his mother who loved reading books and writing short stories.
With every sunrise my heart grows for you, with every sunset my mind fills with loving thoughts of you...
Joseph scratched the loving bit, he hadn't told Melea that he loved her yet. He so wanted to but was too nervous.
Down the street from Joseph, Margot Hinger and Deborah Young were out on their morning walk. Margot, who was a year older than her friend, at thirty-seven, had long blonde hair which she had tied in a knot behind her head since she wore a cap. Though she used to be a bit more slender in her twenties, the pounds she had put on in later years had only translated into a bigger butt and bigger and fuller breasts. Though if she had to admit it to herself, which she usually didn't, her breasts had started to sag a bit.
Deborah, on the other hand, had golden brown hair, that unlike Margot's shiny blonde hair that flowed past her mid back, stopped at her shoulders. She was also much thinner. A figure she had sported since her more youthful days which, in combination with her fantastic balance and grace had led her to have a long and prominent ballet career.
Both women wore their usual walking outfits, snug shorts, a cap and a pair of sunglasses, with one exception. Since today was the day of Jabari, they had left their tops at home. Unlike men, for women, the proper way to dress for Jabari was in a topless fashion.
"You know, I read this article in Molly yesterday, "How to celebrate Jabari day with your Husband". Margot had an excited smile on her face when she turned to her best friend.
"Oh, anything naughty?" Deborah smiled hoping for something juicy.
"Oh, there were lots." Margot's large and natural breasts jiggled slightly as she turned and smiled.
"Uhh." Deborah couldn't wait to hear about it.
"Well, there was this thing that I might just try later if I get the chance. It said that if you happen to meet a handsome black man..."
"I like where this is going already." Deborah smiled widely as did Margot when she looked at her friend.
"Hehe, Well, if you meet a black man, you should tease your husband a little by sending him some sexy pictures of the two of you, and then telling him that if he can hold it until he gets back home, that you'll have a surprise for him." Margot got excited just thinking about it.
"Oh wow. You think Derek would make it home?" Deborah asked about her friend's husband.
"Maybe..." Margot thought about it for a moment.
"Though I know that he has an important meeting today, so I don't know if I should." Margot didn't want to embarrass her husband in front of his clients.
"Yeah." Deborah nodded.
"What about you, maybe you should try it with Edward?" Margot asked her friend.
"Well, hehe, I don't think Edward would make it home." Deborah smiled, knowing how quick her husband was. He usually spurted within moments of seeing her with a black man. Even when she went down on him, he would spurt his little load the moment her tongue touched the tip of his penis. Though because of their love, she would always suck him until he grew inside her mouth and spurted once more.
"Well, I don't think he really needs to make it home." Margot smiled knowing that her own husband probably wouldn't last until he came home either. But she would plan a nice surprise for him either way.
As the two women walked further down the street, they saw Joseph Kerns standing on the sidewalk.
"Morning Joseph." Margot and Deborah giggled a little when they saw the young man standing there pantless, with his small penis out in the open.
"Oh. Morning Mrs. Hinger, Mrs. Young." Joseph looked up from his notebook and said politely. Though he tried not to, his eyes wandered down to their bare breasts. Mrs. Hinger had large and full breasts that made small bounces with each step that she took, whilst Mrs. Young's breasts were smaller though perkier with big nipples.
At the same time, he noticed them looking down and giggling at the sight of his small penis that had started to grow a little, which made him awkwardly look down a little.
As the two gleeful women passed the slightly embarrassed high school senior, over by the Kerns house, the door opened and a handsome black man waved and said goodbye to Harriet Kerns.
"See you later sweet stuff." Graham Turner smiled at the woman in her bathrobe.
