Karel, a 6'7" long, blonde, blue-eyed and muscular-built prototypical Dutch physics major in his early twenties, was looking for an affordable living place in Detroit, a must after he was chosen to be an research student at the Department of Physics of the Jesuit College of Detroit.
Out of a host of reactions on his newspaper ad, one stood out: a small room plus sharing meals for just $300 per month, less than half an hour cycling away from his faculty building.
A woman with a mellow, smoky voice picked up the phone. They agreed on a visit.
He took an instant liking on the house lady, who introduced herself as Mae Johnson, a petite, middle-aged pitch black lady in her late forties with awesome body curves -- if your gaze managed to escape from her sparkling, intelligent eyes with a speck of sadness in them. Her discipline and will-power hid a warm, tender soul. It turned out she lived off a meager daytime job and needed an extra source of income to make ends meet.
He liked the spacy room with a huge two-person bed and felt a little at home after Mae guided him around. "This was our bedroom, Williams and mine, before he ran away with our teenage neighbor girl," she said softly with a streak of sorrow in her voice. "I decided to move to our guest room because it feels terrible to sleep in this big bed here alone."
"I understand." Karel answered. He saw a framed picture of William and Mae together and realized, it would be hard to find a man which looked more different from the small, wiry, and likewise ebony unfaithful William than he. She would not be in danger of being reminded of her run-away husband too often.
She smiled and touched his arm lightly.
He moved in. Every day he attended college and did his research at the faculty, while in the evening he shared meals and a deep talk with Mae. She was an arts teacher and managed to survive on a small part-time tuition job at a nearby college. Soon after he discovered another reason why Mae was so welcoming to her new occupant. The neighborhood obviously had a problem. A group of drug users had chosen Mae's ward as their daily meeting point and regularly rang Mae's door for money or to use her toilet - if they didn't use her garden for that purpose. They were in for an unpleasant surprise when Karel opened the door instead of the fragile Mae. It took an hour and a half of heated argument and a short fight with the rowdiest of the lot, including catapulting the hoodlum over the fence before the group decided to change their lair to a less hostile place.
"Thank you, Karel," she whispered. "I was so scared. Finally someone dared to fight back." She hugged him and in an instant reaction he held the delicate lady tightly in his arms. Her feminine body scent entered his nostrils, her breath touched his neck.
Mae gently tended to his wounds and caressed his hands after for a long time with her sleek, fine fingers. Suddenly her eyes met his, absorbing everything. His heart bounced. What was happening to him? "Come, let's make our garden a better place. You Dutch have green fingers, isn't it? I want to forget those guys." she said and they left in her old pickup to the nearby garden center. That evening he got lots of sights at her marvelous booty when they planted the flower and vegetable saplings and her delicate B-cup breasts when her sweat glued her T-shirt to her body. He tried to behave like a well-educated young man, looking anywhere than her body but failed miserably.
It certainly didn't help that she kissed him briefly on his lips after they finished transforming her desolate garden into the beginnings of which would become a lustrous Kew franchise.
He heard her sing when she took a shower afterward. He tried to think about something else, but images of her naked body continued to pop up in his brain. He was in love.
He avoided her, tried to forget his feelings. Mae pinpointed the problem with ease. "I know why you are so shy with me, hon," she said when she served him the next dinner.
Karel decided to tell the truth. Mae was way too intelligent to be fooled by amateurish lies.
He mustered all his courage. "You are right, Mae. I am sorry, I... will leave your house."
Mae came next to his chair, caressed his hair. Her small breasts with erect nipples were clearly visible through her transparent white blouse, close to his face. Her bittersweet body-odor, product of a weary day of lessons to unruly students in her college, made his mind spin and awoke his penis. "No hon, why, are you crazy? I never felt so great in my life as I do now. Please, stay with me."
"But..." he stuttered. He looked up. Her intense look took away his breath.
"I feel safe with you, hon. You are so responsible. You know, I know, it will not work out between us. You will not break this old ladies heart by filling it with foolish dreams, will you, Karel?"
"I am sorry, Mae. I-don't-want-" They looked deep in each others eyes. He knew his feelings went not unanswered.
"Don't be, dear boy." she whispered eventually with a slight tremble in her voice. "To live is to feel pain. I made the choice to live long ago. I am happy nonetheless, even while feeling the sweet pain you are giving me right now. I know I am too old, I never will be desired by such a handsome man like you again. Look, for instance my wrists. So... old. So... ugly."
He took her hand, caressing her fingers lightly. He kissed her wrinkled wrist hungrily, again and again, then continued to fondle her hand. "I like your wrists."
She breathed heavily. Tears sprang up in her eyes. "Karel, stop it!"
"If you stop with depressing yourself with things that are not true, lovely beauty. Choose to live. Choose to fight back."
She broke down.
He stood up, caressing her feline, trembling body in his arms. She hugged him, shivered, pressed her face in his shoulder. She cried soundlessly. Her tears trickled through his shirt.
Suddenly, she loosened her grip.
"Never do this to me again! Never, do you hear!"
Her bright eyes flamed. "Out of my sight! I want to be alone."
He went to his room, tried to concentrate on his work. The sound of spattering water in the bathroom next to his room broke his concentration. He imagined pearls of water seeping through her helmet of Mae's curled hair, kissing her lips, exploring her neck, caressing her delicate breasts, covering her thighs, teasing her round butt, tickling her cunt while her tiny fingers massaged her belly, her bush.
He would have to leave here soon, he knew. Mae could forgive everything and everyone, except the man who made her loose control. He started packing his cloths and books.
He underestimated her determination.
After an hour or so, someone opened his door. Mae entered his room, dressed in a summer gown. She looked fresh, radiant and energetic like a water nymph from some Micronesian island, fully aware of the devastating blow she dealt to his senses.
She saw his opened suitcase and closed it resolutely.
"Mister Karel van Doorn, you will stay."
Surprised, he looked in her eyes.
"I will help you hon. Find your true soul-mate."
Like all of Detroit, the Jesuit College was clearly split between black and white students. Mae's neighborhood was almost exclusively black, while most of his fellow students rented their rooms in affluent white neighborhoods. He wondered how Mae could connect to a world a galaxy away, socially spoken.
"What do you have in store, Mae?" He tried to smile.
"By changing you a little, hon. Starting with dance. By the end of three months, you will be together with your true love."
"It.. will be difficult. To put you out of my head, I mean."
"I know, handsome young man." Mae kissed him briefly on his lips, enough to send his heart into a frenzy. "So I have this extra rule. You are not allowed to touch me or say anything nice about me or my body, except by my permission."
Mae kept her promise. Every night, after their meal and dish washing, they trained dance for a while. He tried to control his urge to hold her delicate body to his and kiss her full lips. "Put your hand around my middle, hon. Or even better, feel my butt. Now. Don't be shy. Good dancers ain't shy." After a short hesitation, he explored her perfectly curved African buttocks.
"You DO like my ass, eh?"
His face colored red. "Yes," he breathed.
Mae smiled deviously. "I don't mind, hon. Continue this way until you don't feel shy any more." She patted his buttocks. "I like your rear too, hon."
After he heard her giggle on the phone with her friend Sally.
Mae's shock therapy helped. He wasn't any more practicing dance, they were the dance. Their movements evolved into one organic whole. There was just the music from Mae's old hi-fi set, Mae's body against his, her arousing body scent, her sweet mellow voice when she sang along with the music.
After a long exhaustive session, they sat together on the old coach in her living room.
"What are you researching, hon?"
"Quantum entanglement. If two very small particles are together for a while, they become like one. Even when they separate after, they can influence each other. Even if they are billions of light years apart. Most people consider it boring. I blew already three dates by talking about it."
"On the contrary, hon. It sounds like love and magic are true," she whispered softly and looked deep in his blue eyes. "Tell me more. Mind the math, I am an fully-bred alpha mare."
She leaned to his shoulder like a small girl.
He did, totally absorbed in her warm, suddenly intense look, carefully avoiding things like Hermitian operators and Schrödinger equations.
She laid her left hand down on his knee, looked at him with a slight pain in her eyes. Please make me feel better, hon, he understood wordlessly. Still he remembered their agreement. He took her hand gently into his, looked in her eyes. Wordlessly, she agreed. He brought her hand to his lips, kissed her delicious ebony wrist, then the slightly lighter interior of her hand. He explored the fine knuckles of her hand with his lips, kissed them lightly, then hungrily explored her bare arms up towards her elbows. "You are so beautiful and yet so real, hon," he whispered. "Like a supernaturally gifted artist crafted all of you out of precious ebony wood."
She smiled like a shy schoolgirl, trying to control her tears.
"Thanks, hon. I needed this." She nestled herself in his arms. "Now hold me. I had a terrible day today."
He caressed her while he listened intensely to her sobs and her sad adventures with the overpaid school board after she tried to liven up her lessons a little. Without thinking he kissed her in her neck. She took his hand between hers and smiled like an angel. He kissed her again, and again. Suddenly she hugged him tightly, kissed him frenziedly. "Behave, hon," she whispered with shivering voice. "I cannot control myself any more, you must do it now for both of us."
Wordlessly he obliged.
Finally even the perfectionist Mae was content with his level of dancing skill. "And now, hon, join the student's dance club. Your first impression now will be great. The girls will vie for you."
That was where he met Vivian. At 5 feet and nine inches, she was the wild dream of every high school boy. Long blonde hair up to her buttocks, breasts like melons and a tightly cut ass. What's more, she was captain of the cheerleader team. Needless to say, many boys swarmed around her, especially those from the college's football team. To no avail, when Vivian saw him dancing she didn't want him to let go. Much to the chagrin of the football players. There were just four weeks between now and the college gala, so they practiced with vigor.
In short, she was the perfect means to get over his crush for Mae. They dated at her place, a student fraternity house of a sorority with a three Greek letters name. The other inhabitants giggled when they stumbled upstairs, to Vivian's bed room. Right after he closed the door, she tongue kissed him. He wanted to undress. She stopped him. "Not the first date. Just fooling around now. Come, I have some candy for you."
She pulled out her shirt and enjoyed his horny looks. He kissed her nipples, then circled them around slowly with the tip of his tongue.
It helped.
He managed to put Mae out of his head. At least for a few seconds.
He rode home on his bike. Mae smiled when he told he had a date. "I told you so, hon. Bring her over, I would like to meet her." He did.
