Tiara and Warren Jackson bought an older Victoria style house when they had been married only 3 years. Even though the house was in an all-white neighborhood, all of the neighbors liked the young black couple and immediately accepted them into the neighborhood. Between working and raising their children, they spent every available hour, and all their extra money renovating the old house. Warren owned a small roofing company and Tiara was a librarian. It took them 15 years, and when it was finished, it was beautiful. By then, their children were 13 and 15 years old. Unfortunately, six years later, Warren was killed when he had a heart attack and fell off a two-story roof. Tiara sold the company and collected on a moderate life insurance policy and realized that she could afford to remain in her house.
Tiara's son was 21 years old and a senior in college and her daughter was 19 and a sophomore. Both children attended schools several hours away so Tiara was usually alone in her big old house.
By the time Tiara was 46 years old, her husband had been gone for five years. Both of her children were college grads, married and holding down full-time jobs. She was also a grandmother to a three-year-old and a one-year-old. The best part was that her two children and their families only lived about 45 minutes away from her.
Tiara loved being the head librarian at her library. Although she tried to look the part by wearing big glasses, loose conservative clothing and a shorter hair style, she actually looked nothing like the stereotypical librarian. Although considered thin, she was the exact same size as her favorite singer, Diana Ross. She was 5'4" tall and measured 34-25-35. Even wearing her frumpy librarian clothes, men still turned to watch her walk by. She had nice legs and C cup breasts, not that anyone would know it because of her clothes.
Most men were sharp enough to realize that it didn't matter what she wore because she had a good body underneath. But Tiara was old fashioned. She didn't judge others, but she felt that, for herself, she would only date those men who were near her own age and race. Unfortunately, there weren't a lot of single black men in their mid-forties who wanted a relationship, and not just to get laid.
One of her girlfriends introduced her to Keenan a few weeks ago, and they had been out a few times. He was 48-years-old and worked as a nurses' aid in a nursing home. He liked movies, Applebee's restaurants, miniature golf and camping. Unfortunately, none of those things really interested Tiara, but he appeared to be the only game in town.
As she was packing up her empty lunch bag and her jacket to leave the library one afternoon, a young man walked to the counter. She noticed he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. He had tattoos on both arms and an odor of cigarettes assaulted her nose. He appeared to be in his early 20s. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of cigarettes and asked, "How can I help you, young man?"
He took all of her in with one quick look and smiled. He said, "Do you have any books with the poetry of Tennyson and Yeats?"
She looked at him in shock. "Are you serious, young man? Yeats?"
He smiled at her and said, "Much did I rage when I was young. Being by the world oppressed. But now with flattering tongue, It speeds the parting guest."
She looked at him dumbfounded with her mouth hanging open.
"Ma'am? Ma'am, are you OK? Ma'am?"
"I . . . I just . . . . I never would have . . . . I, uh . . . I mean. I'm sorry young man. I just . . . "
"That's OK Ma'am. I know. I don't look like I read Tennyson and Yeats, let alone read at all, right?"
"But I . . . "
The young man pointed to the counter behind her and asked, "Can I check that book out? It has many of Yeats' poems in it."
"Uh, I uh was going to . . . uh . . . uh, sure."
"If you were going to use it, that's OK. I can find another one, if you have one."
"No, that's OK. You can have it."
"How about this," he said. "I just need to read three of the poems in it. Can I buy you a Coke or something and read the poems, then you can take the book home."
Before she knew what she was doing, she agreed. When she realized what she had done, she tried to back out, but the young man pointed across the street and told her to meet him there when she's finished. He walked across the street and bought a Coke, and a few minutes later, she walked in with the book and handed it to him. She went to the counter to get a drink while the young man took a quick look at her slender body and nicely rounded ass before he began reading. When she returned to the table, they introduced themselves, and she discovered his name was Larry.
When he finished reading, the two of them sat for over an hour discussing poetry in general, and Yeats in particular. She couldn't remember when she had enjoyed an evening so much, and asked if he would like to meet again to talk about poetry. He quickly agreed and they decided to meet the following Monday. Although the smell of his cigarettes was distracting, she overlooked it because she was liked the discussions with the young white man.
The third week, when she walked across the street, he met her at the door and grabbed her hand saying, "Come on." She saw that he had a large insulated bag in his hand. He took her around the corner to the small park where he led her to a picnic table. He sat the cooler down and began emptying it. "I brought us some food today so we could spend more time together."
She felt like she had butterflies in her stomach as she helped him unpack the food. They had a good time and spent almost three hours together. Only one hour was spent talking about poetry and the rest was spent learning about each other.
When Tiara got home that night, she thought of her and Larry's time together, and she got butterflies in her stomach again. "What's wrong with me," she asked herself. "I get excited just thinking about being with Larry, and yet, we're opposites -- he's half my age, he's white and I'm black, he smokes and I hate smoking, he's covered with tats and I hate tats and I'm a professional and he's a mechanic. As she was thinking about him, she realized that her nipples were hard. "How can this white kid do this to me?"
Tiara avoided Larry for the next two weeks, but realized that she thought about him every day. Finally, she called him and invited him to dinner at her house. He brought flowers and a poem for her, and she served her home-made meat loaf. He wore a nice pair of khakis and a golf shirt and she wore slacks and a button up top with all but the top button fastened. During dinner, Larry asked, "We haven't been together for a couple weeks. Did I say something wrong?"
