Little Africa In The Midwest Pt 02

My God, he thought, she's so beautiful.

The kid was dumbstruck and could barely produce a hello. What luck. His mom had announced there would be a new tenant and he had assumed a man but his mom brought into the house a stunning young woman, quite possibly 20-year-old or younger, with braided blonde hair falling onto the middle of her back. She looked at him with an angelical smile and thanked him for welcoming him into his house and that she just couldn't be happier with the place. Or maybe she said that to his mother, or the room, but he took it for him.

He had resented his mom for renting out the guest room to those craigslist types... The house was not made for it, being a three-bedroom one bath. And the placement of the guest room, at the center of the whole, made for an awkward cohabitation: it is hard to focus on your homework when a middle-aged fat traveling salesman crosses the living room wrapped in merely a towel because the dumb-ass architect had put the rooms on one side of the house and the bath on the other. But now all was forgiven. He had just turned 18, it was his last year of High School, he would go to college. And as a form of apology the universe had delivered the prettiest girl he had ever seen right to his doorstep. Past it, actually.

So what brings you to town, Emily? -- his mother said.

I work with the Education Department, of the city of Franklin, Mrs., we help young children from diverse backgrounds integrate into the American Education System!

Oh isn't wonderful, but you can call me Cathy of course, you must have dinner with us tonight and tell us all about it!

Dinner came and dinner went and they shared chicken with biscuits and she told them all about what her and her sisters -- that's what they called each other -- were doing here in town, though in truth he did not register much of it. He scarcely looked or thought of little else than her face, her body a close second. There was talk of unprivileged groups and unfortunate children and much was said about the education and the value of Hope and learning and of enlightening experiences. She had gone to Haiti Granada and Trinidad and even Jamaica and her expenses had been paid by the charitable organization which she and her sisters had funded not two years ago but had visibly run into some public money to finance it all.

This town needs a lot of help, we received word from the mayor's office through the federal department of education's new bureau for immigration. My official title is Immigration Facilitation Consultant but really I just take care of the children all day, she smiled, the titles help us sound more corporate.

Could I help?

She smiled at him and her white teeth seemed to beam out to him like sunlight, god she was cute.

You can help me hand out flyers after school if you'd like, we're always looking for help, and locals always fare better! I could introduce you to my sisters!

That night the kid masturbated will staring at the wall, a mere thin layer of plaster which separated him from that godsent angel. Pictures of marriage and a pregnant belly and breasts heavy with milk with pink nipples coming through his mind. He came on a towel he kept in his room for that purpose and it seemed to him as if the semen was extra white and extra thick that night. He was happy.

They met after school in one of the streets at the center of town. Emily stood with a few girls each more beautiful than the last though the kid only saw her. She introduced them as her sisters, fellow consultants and one of them produced a stack of flyers and they all set out by pairs to distribute them all. He gave them a quick look. They were green and postured a red headed girl holding a mixed-race child on them and both smiled at the reader. They told of equality in opportunity and education but he did not read.

He would keep at a corner and hand them out to passersby, but Emily would set particular importance to women. She walked up to a group of teenage girls and spoke to them a little just out of earshot. Then to a woman waiting at a bus stop. A lady passed by with a stroller and she walked with her a bit, disappeared around a corner and came back five minutes later. At one point two black men passed on the opposite sidewalk and three girls of the town followed them gleefully, she stopped to look them on and he stopped to look at her. They talked of banalities, weather and his day. She asked a lot of questions. He answered as if they were assignments and that made her laugh. He looked down at his shoes. She touched his shoulder and told him she'd see him at home that evening.

At dinner he kept his eyes on the door but it stayed shut. He kept up past midnight and went to bed but couldn't sleep. Finally, around 3am he heard her come in and the shower ran. When the sound of the water stopped he sneaked a look into the hallway and caught a glimpse of her entering her room wearing only a towel. As per. He saw her calf and the delicate foot and the tiny ankle. So little yet so much. He masturbated in the towel again, imagining what went on above that calf.

Over the next few days he found her profile on linkedin and he would zoom on her picture and use that to masturbate. He imagined her below him and repeated to himself how perfect she was. He humped the mattress hard. He was as much in love as teenage boys can be, and she was always in her thoughts. He needed to find a way to spend more time with her.

He set out and pretended to care of the only thing which he knew she would engage with him on: her charitable work. When he polled her on that she answered that they were done with the pamphlets now, but he could help with children activities. They met one Saturday in a gymnasium the city had requisitioned for daycare: most children were the light brown shade of mixed children, only a few had pronounced African features.

Emily and her sisters handled any very small child, but he played with the 5- to 8-year-olds. They jumped and played catch and they climbed at some small tree and they would measure each other against his legs. He was to them some object of peculiarity, one young curly-haired girl said she never saw a man like him but he rather looked like his mom. When he asked her where her mother was she pointed to one of Emily's friend who was introduced to him as Penny.

In fact he asked near each of them where they were from, those who knew answered they were from America and had come to his city in a car with their mother. Then it was time for snacks and he let the matter go. Emily walked him back to the house. She was gleaming.

Aren't they wonderful? I can't wait to get one myself.

Same! I'm too young now, but I can't wait to have a family of my own too.

She didn't answer and did not smile. He watched her face but she kept looking forward. Had he said anything wrong? When they reached the house it was dusk, she wished him good evening and did not come in. She slept elsewhere that night.

He learned by trial and error what Emily responded to. He learned to mention little else but her work with the black community -- it seemed the center of their efforts at the charity. His own future he made no more reference to, and soon he would be parroting both her opinions and her wordage. It was underprivileged this and diverse that and the virtues of integrating undocumented noncitizens into America and the wealth that it would bring in culture and values. Pavlovian, for sure, but efficient. She seemed to take more of a liking into him. She would size him up sometimes when he'd say something good. He loved that. He dreamt of stroking her hair.

A few weeks passed and she would sleep at the house fewer and fewer times a week and soon she expressed with what seemed like earnest regret that she had to move out. The kid was devastated. She had become the center of his life and she would now leave him? Why? For Where? He asked. She answered she would like to stay there but her charity work required her to live with the children that needed the most care from now on.

Is there no way for you to stay??

No, I will have to take complete care of a child from now on, I can't do that without living under the same roof. They might move me to another town, space is scarce here.

His blood chilled, that meant not only moving out the house, but his life entire.

What if you both stayed here??

The distress was palpable in his voice, his mom tried to reason, arguing that sharing the house with a child might be too much; but she had caught on to what her son was trying to do and out of love and care and much insistence on his part she conceded. Emily was unconvinced.

There's still on thing, per regulation, the child must have his own room.

Well then the matter is settled honey, Emily can't stay.

Yes she can, we can share... hum, we can... I could stay on the couch, please!

She saw in her son's eyes that their relationship might not recover from this is she said no. She acquiesced and her son hugged her which he had not done in quite some time. A date was set out and he cleared his room into the living room closet and on that morning Emily went out to get the child.

A few hours later, a cab pulled out front and Emily emerged but to the kid's surprise she was followed by a young black man which she held by the hand. He expected a child to come out as well but none came. The pair walked up to them on the porch. He did not understand and watched confused the car drive away. The black was taller than him and everyone else there and of very muscular build, he looked to his mother but she too had a confused smile on her face.

Who's this dear?

This is Jaime, he will be staying with us.

Didn't you say you would care for a child?

Jaime is 17, our organization cares for minors of all ages.

There's no way he's 17!

He looked to his mother for validation but instead her smile had got warmed now and lost its confusion. She touched the black's arm and gave it a little rub and the kid would have sworn her fingers lingered on his sizeable biceps.

Well then come in Jaime, I've made pie.

They all came in and the kid was both confused and crazy. Then they showed him to his room and both women seemed to compete over who would help him unpack with the most care. His mother gave him and extra long tour of the house and she showed him her bedroom which she usually never did to guests.

They ate dinner and the kid refused to eat or speak but nobody noticed and all in the room, even the lights, seemed to be irresistibly attracted to the guest of honor presiding over the table. Mom had gotten the good plates and would endlessly fetch dishes for him but Emily stayed at his right and touched his hand anytime it rested on the table.

Night fell and all excused themselves to sleep and Emily took Jaime by the hand and led him to his bedroom. She carelessly closed the door behind them and he was left alone in the hallway. He could not believe what was happening. She was not reappearing. His world was crashing and he went to her room both as some sort of revenge and because it was there the walls were thinnest.

He looked at the furniture, he looked at her things. She was positively not there, though he had had no doubt of where she was or what she was doing. He felt betrayed and sat on the bed. He lifted a corner of the cover as if there was something to find there but there obviously wasn't. He let go of any guilt and set to act out in revenge by looking through her things. He opened drawers and pulled out panties he inspected but they had nothing special to them.

He found nothing of perversion, this was a normal person's room. Why then would she have done him so dirty as to invite a man which was in age and physical form his superior into his house. Anger rose in him. He found a diary and as he did not care for her privacy anymore he opened it. Answers were in it: pages after pages of unextinguished hunger for sex with black men. Her travels through the black Americas. North and South. New Orleans, Surinam, Brazil. Her disgust of the white American society and her efforts to end it. The funding they got to sustain the lifestyle of breeding and childcare for her sorority. She was but a small cog in a larger machine which would perpetuate through reproduction and didn't need much tending for it lacked no young, white, female eager participants.

There was no line in there pertaining to him, but the last paragraph was written the night before was in much anticipation. She herself made no disguise of her intention: she was to join her sisters in maternity and had worked on a very corporate personal development plan with an objective of six children before she turned 30. No mention was made in the specifics of the father, except that they should be black. No mention of monogamy either.

As he read the final words, noise emerged through the thin plaster. The bed was hitting the walls but did not cover female whimpers of pleasure. He watched the wall and came to it. It trembled with every thrust of the man behind. He extended his hand toward the surface and touched it. Inches from him was the girl he had so fondly fell for being rammed by the black. He felt tears rising to his eyes and sat down against the bed but kept staring at the walls. Hanged pictures shook rhythmically. Whimpers turned to screams, then quieted, then to scream again. He would stay here and count the orgasms. There would be no sleeping anyway.

He felt awful but his dick got hard. He felt the pressure against his pants. He imagined a white cunt with pink pussy lips hungrily swallowing a jet-black cock. This was what was. Behind the wall. In his own bed. He daydreamed about being that black man. Having the girl of his dreams completely at his will. He pulled out his penis and rubbed it. The black's was probably bigger than his he thought, without knowing if that conclusion was of his own thinking or something he read in the diary.

When the ramming of the bed on the wall got faster, Emily's screams turned into one single long note and the kid rubbed the shaft of his penis faster and he came and as he did he heard a terrible man's growl on the other side. They had communally climaxed and this was as much of a vindication as he would get. He had come in his hand and ran to the kitchen sink defrocked to clean it. He heard the sound of a door opened and two of doors shutting. Emily had gone back to her room, per protocol. She might actually have seen him half-clothed and washing. He got embarrassed and went to sleep on the couch.

The next day he went to school early enough to not meet anyone. But when came the time to go home he felt physically sick. All his day had been spent imagining worse and worse scenarios of Emily's degradation at the hand of the black and to his shame his penis had gotten half erect a lot. It was her. She had that power over him, he thought. He reached the house.

The girl was wearing a white sundress that revealed a generous cleavage, more than the kid had ever seen from her. She and her lover were sitting in the front garden, his head on her lap facing up to her though he was asleep. She did not look up as he walked near them. She was holding his head and caressing his face lovingly and had an expression of complete absorption into the task. When he entered the living room he saw his mother, cup of tea in hand, looking at them through the window with a smile on her face. He said hello and she parroted it but then came to and flushed. She tried to drink from her cup but put it down saying it was cold now.

The kid had nowhere to go in that house, so he dropped his things and went back out. He came back at dark in an awful mood but found no-one there. Only a note in his mother's handwriting that said they went out to dinner. He went to his room. He looked around. An unopened box of condoms. Clothes. Books pertaining to the learning of the English Language. Clothing Emily had worn last night. He looked it and saw the skirt was torn. He looked at his bed and it seemed slumped. He bent and two of the slats were broken and hanged. Split right down the middle. The girl had been beat like the iron against the anvil.

It was enough, he stormed out and went to a trusted friend's house. He spoke none of the why, he was ashamed. He did not reappear for two days, but on the third night he did. The house resounded with the noise of fornication. He was decided to stop it and walked to his bedroom but found the door opened. It was from his Mother's room the noise came from. He barged in but saw the sight of hell. His hell.

His Mother was being taken from behind by the black. The kid saw the shaft of the penis, darker, bigger even than he imagined, disappearing in one long hump not quite to the base into the hole from which he had emerged 18 years ago. Her upper body was thus thrusted into the queen-sized bed and her sideboob formed a round, crushed mass. He didn't see her face for it was buried between Emily's thighs. Arms grabbing at the young girl's hips, she was eating the pussy out. The girl had her head laid back in pleasure and her blonde hair fell as a cascade behind her and she gasped for air.

Finally she raised her head at the kid and smiled. Her body straightened and his mother's head emerged from the nook of her legs but went immediately down again for one last lap. The black never stopped pumping and grabbed hard at the woman's ass. Finally they all took notice of him, after long seconds, and his mother stood up from the bed. She remained close to the two of them and the black sat on the bed. His erect penis stood like a glistening shining tower of ebony, the engorged head a blood-colored tip of a Nubian obelisk. Emily crawled to it and took the head into his mouth.

Thank you dear for taking over, I believe we have some explaining to do. Honey, I have made a few decisions since you went out earlier.

Emily fellated the black noisily. It was distracting and the kid couldn't look away, but he articulated:

I went out three days ago!

Have you? Well, then you have a lot to catch up on. Since Jaime was brought into my life, certain things which were missing have come back. I'm talking about things that neither your father nor any other man I've been with could give me. It's like my first time touching it, every time!

Emily had brought her head down the shaft further than the kid thought possible, she stayed there and he watched a bulge travel down her throat, then she came up for air.

I've been dissatisfied with our life here, with you too. It's all so meaningless and you're but a new iteration on that cycle. Emily's talked to me about the organization and in truth, I'm sympathetic to their cause. I'm giving them the house, they've promised to let me keep Jaime a while, but they'll need the space to settle a few more people. You'll have to leave.

What? Where will I go??

I've thought about it of course. It's not fair that you should be turned away into the street like that. We've worked out a solution together. It's your choice but I've signed the paperwork.

On cue, the girl raised her hand and freed her mouth from the penis which occupied it. His mother kneeled at the other side of the black and took out her tongue flat and licked up the shaft, caressed the head a bit, then came back down. She was like a dog and if she could wag a tail she would have.

Here is the thing kid. Emily took a solemn assertive voice which was unusual for her. I'm done with the travel; I want a child. A black child obviously. It's what my body was made for. I feel it. I know it every time I do it with black men. What it brings me, well, it's what I want. But the organization can't fund this kind of lifestyle for all the girls. We need money, and to be fair we get quite a lot of it, but most of it is directed towards expansion.