Wow, this is just great. Who would've guest that I would be laid up in a coma for doing something heroic because in retrospect. I was trying to hide my act of cowardice. Hello I'm Private First Class (PFC) Russell Beckford of the 181st infantry. My Parents are from the Caribbean. Mom, Elaine, being from Haiti, the product of a bi-racial relationship and of whom I inherit my pale green eyes. However my father, Richard, was a dark skinned man from Trinidad who died from cancer when I was 12.
My father worked construction cleaning asbestos from abandon buildings when he was stricken ill. His death was devastating, both emotionally and financially. Poor mom had to sell our home to take care of the hospital and funeral cost. At the time she was completing night school to earn her bachelor's in finance and she absolutely hated that she had to rely on public assistance. Fortunately, mom had her best friend from school Ebony to stand by her through it all. She even helped us get an apartment in her apartment building.
Ebony is also of Haitian descent, living in America since the age of 3. Although she does speak Creole, she is very much Americanized. Being of similar backgrounds, my mom four years her senior, befriended her quite easily. Ebony has a son, Trevor aka Trife who happens to be my very best friend. When we met he was a 15 years old, 6'1" 210 lbs middle line backer for the school's football team. Just a sophomore in high school and he was being scouted by most of the major colleges in the country. He's 21 now 6'6" 322 lbs pure solid and athletic. I took the time to describe his dimensions not out of envy or from some silly man crush. No, it's because I made the most unfortunate mistake of falling in love with his mother. C'mon his nickname is Trife for a real reason, I once seen him make a drug dealer cry for trying to come on to his mom.
Ebony was 14 when she had him and out on her own at 16. At her present age of 35, she still looks as young and beautiful as a woman in her early 20's. She's no shrinking violet either; she's a bold and sassy little Milf that most women envy and no woman trust, especially around their men. She is dark brown skinned with brown Asian shaped eyes, hour glass figure 36c-26-36, 5'7" 133 lbs. She has short curly hair that accentuates the beautiful features of her face. She loves to dress provocatively yet classy; she's confident in her sex appeal which is evident in the sways of her hips when she walks. I never saw her loose her cool. She's very bright with a subtle arrogance that she relies on to off set arguments or just to get under people skin. She's very independent with a shrewd business sense, running the whole sales and acquisition branch for her company, now that's a sexy bitch.
We were inseparable growing up Trevor and I. If I wasn't at his house, then he was at mine. We played basketball together, attended the same high school and functions. And like a true little bro, I even followed his work ethic in the gym with me now standing at 6'2" 218 lbs muscular and athletic. And of course, if he happened to date a girl then I would date the friend. When he went away to attend and play football for USC, it was me who would frequently check on his mom to make sure she was ok.
The end of my senior year, Trife was home for summer break and it didn't take long for us to fall into our old routine. One night, after we chilled with my ex and her older sister, I crashed on his couch because I misplaced my house keys. However the next morning proved to be the most interesting. While sleeping; I felt a presence looming over me, eclipsing the room light, but when I opened my eyes to make out the image, I heard;
"Hey Bright eyes, sorry to wake you. Don't mind me; I'm headed to the kitchen for breakfast. Go back to sleep".
It was Ebony; she was the only person that ever called me bright eyes. Well I did fall back asleep till I was later wakened by Ebony's telephone conversation. She spoke in Creole of which I speak very little. But when I heard my name mentioned, I decided to feign sleep in order to eavesdrop. I vaguely made out that she was complaining to her sister about her sex life or the lack thereof. She explained how she was dating a 40 year old doctor who was so inept in bed that she was running out of excuses to not fuck him. It took everything within me to contain my laughter; and then I heard my name again. From what I could gather, Ebony told her sister facetiously that she wanted something young and tender in the likes of what she had laying on her couch. She went on to describe my physical features in detail, my muscular build, my wavy hair, the glow of my pale green eyes and how my smile made her weak. I didn't know if she was joking anymore, the way she was spoke so passionately. The view from the kitchen to the living room was without obstruction and any reaction on my part would've given me away.
Her words had an effect on me; I was beginning to feel the blood rushing to my member as it stiffened to its full extent and girth. In its youthful exuberance, the crown of its bulbous head peeked out of the length of my boxer briefs. "There it goes again", she shouted. I wasn't completely sure to what she was referring until she said it in English; "it's still growing, oh my god this boy must be part donkey. It's bigger than before". I opened an eye to look down to confirm my suspensions; I thought, so that's why she was looming over me earlier. Well if that's the case, I might as well have some fun with this flattery.
Still feigning sleep, I turned on my side facing the kitchen giving her a full length view. After a few minutes I opened my eyes to catch her staring but her back was turned and she was whispering on the phone. I sat up on the couch, gathered my clothes and headed towards bathroom before Trife woke up. When I exited the bathroom fully dressed, Trife was sitting at the table eating a stack of pancakes, Ebony looked me dead in face smirking and instantly my name changed from bright eyes to;
"Hey big guy, do you feel like some breakfast?"
"Um no, I um gotta get home upstairs, hey Trife holla at me lata, um bye Eb.
I took off like a cat out of a Chinese restaurant. I heard her laughed as I fumbled my way out of the door. The next couple of weeks were the most awkward. I found myself doing obviously foolish things like; asking Trife trivial questions about his mom and acting really nervous around her. She even caught me a few times absent mindedly staring at her. Usually when I looked at someone too long or give a prolonging gaze, it would freak them out, but not Ebony, she basked in it. Sometimes when no one was looking, she would whisper in my ear;
"What would Trevor think if he caught you staring at me," or "If you keep it up, I'll tell your mom."
But it was clear that she didn't want to discourage me, she would always end by squeezing my buttocks or breathing on my neck. I could never really read her; she's often a relentless flirt and rarely can she be taken seriously. Almost every guy within a ten block radius, involved or single has made a play for her to no avail. Of course no one made any attempts while Trife was in town. Not that it mattered because Ebony only dated doctors and lawyers, a rare commodity in my neighborhood.
The week before Trife went back to school we chilled most nights at my house. He on one hand was continuously sealing the deal with my ex's sister, but I had to deal with my girlfriend's chastity. That's right, my ex is a virgin and I got the blue balls to prove it. My mom was in a new relationship and spent that week away so Trife and I could act a fool. It was total torture, every night from the spare bedroom we heard the head board slamming violently against the wall. The sounds were deafening; "Oh god! Oh god Trife!" and "You know this is my pussy right? Who's your daddy girl? Who's your daddy?" only to be met with; "Oh it's your pussy! You're my daddy!" Meanwhile I'm in my bedroom literally on my knees begging my girl for a blowjob.
When we began dating, she barely let me kiss and feel her up. It took me six months to get a hand job from her and another two to play with her clit. That night while she was giving me a hand job, I finally got her to suck the head. It was going well; gentle kisses at first followed by a licking tongue tease. When she wrapped her lips around my swollen gland, I told her to stroke the shaft and some pre-cum splashed in her mouth. She frantically ran to the bathroom spitting and yelling; "Eww why did you do that? That's so nasty" being all dramatic. We argued to the point of me sleeping in the room and her on the living room couch. When I woke up the next morning, I felt remorseful about the fight and I went into the living room to make amends but she wasn't there. I heard a noise from the kitchen, I checked and there she was bent over in the fridge. I thought, aw look at her trying to make breakfast. I eased behind her, pulled out my morning stiffy and lift the back of her skirt and slid my cock between her ass and thighs.
"You need to come back to my bedroom and relinquish that virginity like a good little girl"
