The boys were sitting at their friend's place, T.J's, watching one of their Tongue Patrol porn flicks when his cell phone started ringing. There was T.J. Booker, and one other of their colleague who'd recently joined their club, Homer. T.J. left them in the living room and went outside to answer his caller. Minutes later he returned to join his friends, grinning from ear to ear.
"You guys ain't going to believe what luck just fell into our hands," he announced to them while he pocketed his phone. "There's this white boy I know. I've done a couple of house-fixing jobs at his pad. Anyway, he just called me, wanting to show some appreciation for all the work I've done for him, he wants if I can come over to his place right now and watch the soccer game and maybe have some beers with him."
The friends listened, then sighed with derision. "The fuck is that some good luck you talked about?" mentioned Booker, a tall, barrel-chested individual with a shaved head. He sported Chinese symbol tattoos on both arms. He was well muscled and anyone looking at him might be tempted to think he just came out of prison, not realising that he'd never been caught institutionalized ever before.
"Yeah, man," Homer chipped in languorously. "I don't see nothing in what you just said, dog." He lounged back in the couch. He was tall and lanky with wide shoulders. His complexion was the darkest amongst the three of them.
T.J. laughed at both of them. "You dudes don't get it. I ain't going there for some dumb soccer game, fuck that. It's the Mrs., that's got my attention. She's some badass, fine, white pussy. I've seen her giving me the eye once or twice. Now looks like the best time to toast that oven between her legs. You boys coming with me or what?" he grabbed his t-shirt from where it lay draped on the back of his couch.
"Does the white boy know you've got two Niggers coming along?" asked Homer.
"Hell yeah, I told him. He said no problem, to bring them boys along. So, you boys looking for some free beers and pussy, better get yo' asses up and let's bounce!"
"I like the sound of that," grinned Booker.
He and Homer wore back their shirts as they got up. T.J., switched off the TV set and picked up his car keys and together the three of them jived each other as they marched out of the house.
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It was a sweltering Saturday. It was getting close to the start of the UEFA soccer match and Bob was getting the table set for himself and the guests he was expecting. His wife, Jenny too was helping out. They were getting everything in place on the table: nacho cheese, tortilla chips, pretzels, and good old fashioned Coors beer.
"Who did you say was coming again?" asked Jenny as she moved the centre table to place the cooler with the beers resting inside on beds of ice.
"You remember T.J? That tall black guy who helped me out last month with fixing the rooftop? Yeah, he's the one. He's coming along with two other friends. I thought it alright. Nothing better than watching a soccer game with company."
"I'm not complaining," she replied. "I just hope they don't litter the living room much while you and them are guzzling beer."
Bob laughed. "Don't worry, I'll make sure they don't."
Jenny left him and went upstairs to change. She first went into the bathroom to wash her face then into the bedroom to run a comb through her brunette hair that was cut in the shape of a page boy's. She changed into a jersey shirt that ran all the way down to her knees, covering the pair of shorts she wore and she was still checking out herself when she heard the sound of a car pull to a stop in front of their home. She looked out the window and saw a black GMC truck and watched as the doors opened and three black men came down from it and walked up their driveway and approached their front door. She hurried downstairs as she heard Bob welcoming T.J. and his friends into their home. Bob introduced them to Jenny and she shook hands and smiled at them and bid them welcome.
The men sat on either side of the couple and made conversation till the game started playing. Jenny played the role of host, went around handing out beers and glasses and plates for them to eat their chips and pretzels out of. She was unaware of the interesting stares she was getting from the men.
The game went on. Bob was the only one too engrossed with watching the match. T.J. and his buddies too watched the game, but all the time their eyes and mind were focused on Jenny. She sat next to Bob, sipping a beer, unaware of the stares she was getting from the black brothers who watched her jersey shirt ride up her thighs, exposing her legs. As the game went on, the men urged Bob on with the beer. They knew how to hold their liquor; this wasn't the first time they found themselves in such a situation. By the time the match stopped at the end of the first half, with the game still goalless for either team. During the halftime, they were having a drinking contest while they waited for the game to resume. Jenny excused herself for a moment and went upstairs to take a piss while Bob hurried into the kitchen to return with a bottle of jack Daniels. While he was gone, T.J. removed from his pocket a capsule that contained Vailum pills. He dissolved one into Bob's half-filled glass and when he returned with the Jack Daniels, they made a toast but T.J. and his friends sipped a little of their drink and watched with amusement as Bob drained his; he took an excuse and went to the kitchen then returned to join them. Jenney returned from upstairs a minute later and it was like she hadn't missed anything at all.
Bob was getting catching a buzz from the amount of beer he was taking and Jenny too was catching some of it as well. But the time the second half resumed, halfway into the game, Bob evidently passed out from the consumption he'd drunk, coupled with the Vailum pill.
"Damn, Bob is going to miss the rest of the game," Jenny complained, as Bob now had fallen over her lap.
"Maybe we can help move him someplace," suggested Booker.
The three of them got up to help Bob out the sofa with Jenny in front, directing them upstairs to their bedroom. Bob had a portly frame and it was a struggle for the three men getting him up the flight of stairs. They dumped him on the bed and Jenny arranged his feet together and draped a blanket over him before leaving him alone.
