The Bridge -- Chapter Two - The Barrys
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This work is copy written by the author.
This work is a slow burn, but will, at times, contain instances of pregnancy, interracial sex, lesbianism, military style action and criminal violence, romance and affection, tattoos and piercings, Dominance and submission and bondage. There is also a fair amount of heroism and family love and fun.
Now in the Lesbian Sex category, this story was started in the Interracial Love category, and will probably move around as it progresses. Which it will do if enough people like it.
The Barrys
In September, I started classes at Drexel University, studying nursing, and doing my best to continue my relationship with Darryl. He had been dating several women prior to us hooking up and wanted to keep it that way. Being a man in this world we were living in, he had the upper hand, so I kept things as they were and just enjoyed the good times and great sex. I just wished I was getting more of it. Living with Allie made me hunger for it.
Christmas came and Darryl was not available for me to be with, so Allie hooked me up with another of James' friends, Lucas, so I wouldn't be alone on the holiday. Lucas was tall and thin and it didn't take long for me to forget about why I was missing Darryl. Yes, he was black. And yes, he was a sexual savant. His oral skills blew Darryl away and his girthy cock reminded my pussy that he had been there days after we'd had sex. Unlike Darryl, he was not so much of a gentleman. The sex was rough, which I didn't always mind, but he didn't show me much respect, which I took exception to, and we fought a lot.
James did not have any other friends in the pipeline for me, but I still blew off Lucas. After two months of him, I'd had enough of his bullshit. But I still wanted that lovely dick of his. Because of my occasional trysts with Darryl, I didn't need to put up with Lucas. But I started to feel like I needed more.
My thoughts, when I could not control them, would occasionally turn to little Alex Murph, Jr., the child that was and would always be half mine. Allie and I would sit together and talk about the children we'd had, and it would always start with smiles, but leave us crying and filled with melancholy. Then, on Valentine's Day, while Allie and James were out celebrating, I came to the conclusion that the best way to get little Alex off my mind was to go back to Bridge House and have another child. This time I made a special request. I would ask to give birth to an interracial child. I hadn't had my fill of that black dick and wanted at least another taste.
I called Bridge House and spoke to Mr. Schaeffer, the man in charge, and let him know of my special request. Surprisingly, he currently had two interracial couples looking for a surrogate to help them obtain a mixed-race child, but had found no girls fitting their desired profile, willing to conceive and carry for them. He sent me the profiles of the two couples and I looked them over on my tablet. The one couple was an accountant and his Auburn-haired wife, his bookkeeper. They looked like a good selection, and I'd be willing to work with them. He was attractive enough.
Then I checked out the second couple and they just rang my bells. He was a retired athlete, a baseball player, and a stone fox. In his late forties, he had a handsome face and a resume that would attract any gal. His blonde wife was your typical trophy wife, drop dead gorgeous and built like a brick shit house. The picture of them together was the stuff that made a girl drool. And she had green eyes, like mine. I agreed to a meeting with them to see if they would find me acceptable and we made a date to meet at Bridge House, where I would spend the weekend to judge our compatibility.
On Friday, I met with Mr. Schaeffer and he assigned me to one of the empty girls' rooms. It felt nice to be back at Bridge House, but it also came with a sense of dread, thinking about the Murphs and hoping this new couple would distract me from that. He remarked about the earrings I wore that I had borrowed from Allie. They were a black spade with a silver Q in the middle. Something to let the Barrys know I was amenable to a mixed-race relationship.
A luncheon meeting was arranged down the road from Bridge at one of the fancy restaurants in town, which Mr. Schaeffer escorted me to. When we arrived at the restaurant, the aptly named 'The Offering,' the couple stood and gave me the once over. In turn, I checked them out as well, paying special attention to you know what. He was a stone fox at about 6' 2". Well-built, with a chiseled face and a strong but gentle handshake. She looked like a supermodel, much better in person than in her picture. And a hell of a lot prettier than me. Tall at 5'9", she mirrored my green eyes when she looked at me with a half-smile, like she was sizing up the competition.
After eighteen years as a professional ballplayer, he no longer needed to work. But he traveled together and separately from his wife, mostly doing side TV gigs in the world of sports. Baseball primarily. They'd been married eight years and decided that as a poster couple, they needed a poster child. They didn't say that, but it was pretty obvious that was what they were shooting for. It almost turned me off to working with them, but, on the other hand, he really turned me on. The moment I saw him, I knew I wanted a piece of that. And there was another hundred and fifty grand in it for me. They also talked about the potential for a long-term baby care gig. But the real draw was the potential to get me some of that big black cock.
Like all wives in her position, she had a million questions for me and I addressed each one professionally and with a maturity that took her aback. She was impressed with my athleticism and even more that I was taking college courses toward a degree in nursing. She really liked it when I asked her if I could continue my courses if I took the job of nursing and caring for the baby.
Then she got into the whole mixed race relationship issue. I told her I had been in relationships with black men and that, frankly, I preferred it. When she asked me why, I simply held my hands about a foot apart and she laughed. She complemented me on my earrings and bent down to reveal on her breast a Queen of Spades tattoo. That was when we first bonded. But it was only the first small step in the relationship between Mary Barry and me. Before we left that table, we decided we were definitely going to do this and I would have their child, with the promise of extending the relationship after its birth.
At the beginning of my next cycle, the Barrys came to town and rented an opulent room in the best hotel in town. It was not typical for a couple to take a girl off the grounds of Bridge House to breed, but it was not unheard of. What was very atypical was the fact that Mary wanted to stay and watch while her husband, George, and I did our horizontal dance. She stayed and watched, and George and I made love three times. And I don't just mean fucking. We made love. I found it overwhelming. Mary squealed as her husband took me and sent me over the moon. He was special. He knew it; she knew it and now I knew it. After that first night, Mary left us alone to do our business as she went about shopping and doing the things rich women do when visiting fancy resort towns.
At the end of the week, I practically went into mourning at the loss of my time with that great dick. And a very special man to go with it. All month I prayed I would not conceive, and he would have to come back and we'd get the opportunity to try all over again. Fate shone on me and at the end of a month's time I got my period, and we'd just have to try again. My whole body smiled at the thought of it.
George booked the next session with me, per my ovulation cycle, and this time he was coming alone. Mary was going to Europe with some girlfriends for a month and he was left alone to fend for himself. And fend he did. Instead of the usual seven day stay, he booked the same hotel they'd stayed at before and made the reservation for nine days. He wanted to get a good start and make sure he caught the tail end of my fertile cycle. He got no arguments from Bridge House, and he certainly got none from me.
