This story is about a small black man and a large white woman. Although the young man is only 16 when the story begins, he is simply working for her by mowing her lawn and not engaging in any sexual activity. There is no sex until the young man turns 18 years old.
Ricky had lived on his own in the streets for several years. He never knew his father, and his mother died of a drug overdose when he was in the eighth grade. He dropped out of school and managed to survive on his own living in the streets. He stole what he needed and worked whenever he could. As a result of genetics, malnutrition and sanitary conditions, Ricky grew to be only four feet five inches tall and he weighed just 96 pounds. His skin was coal black, his ribs were visible when he took off his shirt, and his legs looked like sticks.
When Ricky was 16, he was attempting to break in to a house on a tree-lined street in an upscale neighborhood. The home's owner caught him, and after seeing his tattered clothing, offered him a meal and a job mowing her lawn. Since Ricky had never done that type of work before, it took him more than three hours to mow her lawn the first time. When he finished, she brought some lemonade out on the porch and paid him.
The woman was big, although not fat. She was well proportioned, and she had short dark hair and a pretty face. She was wearing a pair of mid-thigh length shorts and a tank top.
She motioned him to a chair and poured him a glass of lemonade. She looked at his scruffy clothing and his emaciated frame and asked, "Do you live around here, kid?"
"I ain't no kid, lady. My name is Ricky. OK?"
She smiled at his defensive response. "I didn't mean any offense, Ricky. I haven't seen you around here. Where do you live?"
He hesitated for a minute and then said, "I live way over there on Vine Street."
"Well Ricky, If you're interested, I want you to keep mowing my lawn for me. And I'll have other work for you, like trimming my hedges and maybe some painting. Are you interested?"
"Heck yeah!" Ricky said.
"All right then. Come back Tuesday after school and I'll give you a list of jobs that I want done. You can work on them whenever you want and I'll pay you each week on Saturday. Deal?"
"Deal," he said.
Ricky worked at Simone's house a couple times a week as the odd friendship bloomed. She would frequently meet him on the front porch with lemonade where they would sit and talk. Over time, she told him that her parents owned 16 fast food restaurants and a dozen laundromats in the area. They had been killed in a car accident a couple years before. When she took over the company, it had grown to 28 restaurants and 15 laundromats. "Wow, you must really be rich," he said several times.
He discovered that her name was Simone and she was five foot nine inches tall, and had no brothers or sisters.
Over time, she discovered that Ricky's father was unknown to him and that his mother had been a prostitute and heavy drug user. He also admitted to dropping out of school and living on his own for the past two years. He made her promise not to turn him in to the social workers.
Simone offered to pay for an apartment for him near his school, but he turned her down. He wished he lived in a house like this instead of in a back alley downtown.
Ricky continued to work around Simone's house doing odd jobs and mowing the grass. Simone made sure he was properly fed and bought clothes for him so he could get rid of the rags that he wore when they first met. She also researched and helped him to get a social security card and birth certificate, and promised that on his 18
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birthday, she would give him a permanent job in her company.
After each time that Ricky worked, Simone would pack him a goody bag of sandwiches, apples and cookies and then offer to drive him home. But he never took her up on a ride home since he was afraid, she would discover that he actually lived on the streets and alleys.
Over the next two years, this wealthy, tall white woman and this dirt-poor, short black boy became good friends. They shared stories about growing up and what they hoped to be doing in ten years. And, true to her word, on Ricky's 18
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birthday, Simone gave him a job. She created the position of her executive assistant. She wanted to monitor his input for a few weeks to determine the best fit for him in her company. She smiled as he blew out the candles on his birthday cake, and he said, "Why are you smiling at me, Simone?"
"OH, I was just remembering my eighteenth birthday. I'm almost twice as old as you are, Ricky, but you've experienced so much more than I have. I have a special present for you, but you don't get it until next week." He pleaded with her to tell him what it was, but she wouldn't budge.
He accompanied her everywhere and she bounced ideas off him and asked his opinion. Several of her properties were in minority neighborhoods and she valued his input on strategy and marketing in those areas. He knew she was a lot smarter than he was, but he worked hard and gave her good feedback when she asked. Simone appreciated and valued Ricky's feedback and almost always followed his suggestions when he made them.
After they had worked together for a week, Simone told him to pack some clothes. His birthday present was going to be the first vacation of his life. She picked him up and then drove for almost 14 hours to a small beach town. He wore shorts and a tee shirt and Simone wore mid-thigh shorts and a tank top. Ricky kept stealing glances at her legs and breasts when he thought she wasn't looking.
At one point, Ricky closed his eyes and dreamed of being six feet tall and handsome. He dreamed of holding Simone close and feeling her breasts on his chest. He began to get an erection and Simone noticed the leg of his shorts. "Holy shit," she thought to herself. "That can't be his cock! That thing is bigger than he is."
They arrived at the Hilton and checked in to adjoining rooms. They changed into their beachwear and headed to the beach. Ricky wore a long pair of trunks and Simone wore a bikini that showed off her perfect legs and big breasts. As they walked down the hotel's hallway, Ricky admired her voluptuous body. As they lay under their rented beach umbrella, Ricky kept stealing glances at Simone's body. And Simone kept stealing glances at the bulge in Ricky's shorts.
Ricky quickly got bored and jumped up. "Come on Simone. Let's get in the water."
She smiled at the young black teen and got up and followed him to the water. Both of them frolicked on their own for a few minutes and then Ricky splashed her from behind. She spun quickly and lifted him like a baby and dropped him into the surf. He stood up sputtering and she lifted him and dropped him again. As Simone tried to lift him again, he dove at her burying his face between her breasts and throwing his arms around her waist. As she reached for his legs, her hand accidently grabbed the bulge in the front of his shorts instead.
Simone was off balance so she fell into the water and Ricky landed on top of her. When they released each other and broke the surface, both were laughing. He said, "You can dunk me anytime, if my face ends up in the same place again." She raised an eyebrow at him and then quickly lifted and dropped him into the water again. When he stood up, Simone was standing with her arms at her side looking at him with a smirk on her face. As he walked toward her, she made no effort to move or lift her arms. So when Ricky was close enough, he buried his face in her chest again.
Simone took her time and slowly grabbed his left arm and then reached down and cupped the bulge in his shorts. She easily lifted him up using his arm while gently squeezing his cock, and then dropped him into the water. The scene was repeated again, and he, once again, found himself dunked in the water.
When Ricky stood up again, he said, "You win. As much as I'd like to do that again, I think you might drown me."