Jean and the Birth of Venus
Post 20:
Home Sweet Home
This story
took
place in 1976.
Chapter 56
I tried to regain my composure as I waited for the other passengers to exit the airplane. I had spent the last fifteen minutes screaming in terror as the tiny plane rolled and shook violently for most of the flight before plunging toward the ground. Somehow, the pilot managed to land the 12 passenger turboprop safely during a thunderstorm.
At last, I was back in my hometown of Ithaca, NY, and safe from my horrible aunt. I vowed to never return to the decadent land of Southern California.
Now all I had to deal with was my uptight mother. I had no idea how I would tell her what had happened when I visited her sister, who had been disowned by her family for marrying a handsome black lawyer. I hoped I would be able to get away with it by telling my conservative, God-fearing mother how I had been blackmailed into performing as Botticelli's Venus at the Santa Teresa Art Exposition. However, there was no way I could ever hint that I had ridden a big black vibrating dildo to hundreds of orgasms to entertain a lustful screaming audience.
Yet, somehow I had to ask for her help and advice dealing with my pregnancy. I knew she would ask who the father was, and I would have to admit that I didn't know. My mom would be horrified if she learned the father could be any of dozens of men of color. There was no way that I was going to mention that I could be pregnant with multiple colored babies, thanks to my aunt's substituting an experimental fertility drug for birth control pills. Damn, I was fucked.
The downpour had turned to light cold rain by the time I walked down the stairs to the tarmac. I fought against a swirling breeze that kept lifting the bottom of my skimpy summer dress. My aunt had sent me off without any underwear, and I gave the ground crew an eyeful of my firm ass and bald pussy.
My bright orange dress was decorated with purple flowers, and at the best of times, the ugly garment barely covered my private parts. It was one of my aunt's old dresses, and it was sized for her short, stocky body. I had tied the top of the backless dress loosely behind my neck to make it long enough to cover the bottom of my curvy ass. That left most of my generous breasts uncovered by sheer cloth triangles that formed a deep vee neck. Unfortunately, the elastic waistband kept riding up my body if I didn't continually tug it down my hips.
When I got inside the dinky terminal, I looked around hopefully for my mother. I was exhausted and not thinking straight. The ecstasy had worn off, and I had at most a couple of hours before the stimulating effects of the amphetamines my aunt had also given me disappeared, and I crashed. I shuddered to think about the massive hangover that was coming.
I saw a newspaper stand with the Monday morning edition. I was an idiot. At the moment, my mother was teaching at the high school. I would have to take a taxi home. At least, I would have a couple of hours to shower and get dressed in something decent before I had to face her.
Fortunately, there were a couple of taxis out front, close to the door. I recognized the driver sitting inside one of them. There are only a handful of taxi drivers in Ithaca, and I knew most of them. My mom and I were regular customers.
Joey was a big Italian with a dark Mediterranean skin color common to the southern regions of Italy. He was very friendly with my mother and me, so I knew he worked long hours to support a family with seven children in addition to his wife and a few of her aunts and uncles. Somehow, he was always happy.
Today was no different. As soon as Joey saw me, he grinned and bustled out of the cab to open the door for me. A cold breeze swirled the sheer dress around my hips, and his eyes opened wide when he caught a short, sweet glimpse of my hairless pussy. When he finally tore his eyes from my skimpy dress, Joey exhibited a puzzled expression.
"Ciao, Bella Donna. I am delighted to see you. Can I help you retrieve your suitcase from the baggage room?"
I laughed as I waved my purse. "This is all the luggage I have."
I climbed into the back seat, forgetting about my stupid dress. I had one foot inside the cab when I heard Joey gasp. I quickly skimmed a hand down my back to cover myself with the back of my short skirt. Halfway down my ass, my fingers encountered bare flesh. My hand slipped between my thighs and touched my exposed, moist pussy lips. I let out a squeak and collapsed onto the seat.
Joey's spoke with a strained voice. "I think you should sit in the center. I'm sorry, but the side seatbelts are broken. I would hate to bring you home to your beautiful mother injured."
I dutifully slid over to the middle and lifted my butt off the seat to straighten my dress. I fastened my lap belt and tried to get comfortable. The cab had a big hump in the middle of the floor. It forced me to sit with my knees pressed together and a foot on either side.
Joey got behind the wheel and adjusted the mirror for some reason. I could tell from the excited expression on his face that he'd seen a lot more of me today than ever before. Even sitting demurely in the back seat, most of my pale thighs were exposed, and I showed a considerable amount of cleavage and side boob. The way the lusty Italian's eyes danced over my body, I knew he was peeling off my dress in his mind. Being alone with him felt creepy. I'd always been with my mother when I took his cab. Since Ithaca was a small town, I preferred to walk or hitch a ride with a friend when I went out alone.
Even when I was a young girl, Joey's penetrating gaze had made me nervous. My mom laughed at me when I told her that he embarrassed me. She told me that all Mediterranean men are hot-blooded, and his leering stare only meant that he found me attractive. The big Italian never hid his passion. He had never been hesitant to complement my mother and me on our looks. Today, I couldn't criticize him for his excitement, considering that my skimpy dress barely hid my charms. How could I blame him? Joey was just being Joey.
I knew he was watching me in the rearview mirror as he struck up a friendly conversation.
"Your mother will be happy to have you home. I gave her a ride just the other day. She said she was worried that you were late for law school. Did you enjoy your visit with your boyfriend?"
Oh, dear God! What a mess of lies I was living. My mother thought I'd spent the summer with my boyfriend, and Steve thought I'd returned home as planned. My aunt and later, the Art Exposition staff had made sure my mother and boyfriend received regular letters that I wrote under their strict supervision. I had no idea how I would break the news to my mom that the sister she hated had gotten me pregnant. Somehow, I hoped to concoct a story that didn't mention my role as Venus at the Art Exposition. Maybe my brain would work better after a good night's sleep.
I returned Joey's smile and told the truth about the beginning of the summer. "Yes, I had a wonderful time at my boyfriend's place in Northern California. I hope to go back next summer if he'll have me."
That was a good question. Would Steve welcome me back if he knew how I'd spent the rest of this summer? I doubted he would have anything to do with me ever again after giving birth to multiple colored babies. What man would want to take on such a challenge?
Ithaca is at the southern end of Cayuga Lake, which is the longest of the narrow Finger Lakes. In high school, we joked that we were located at the tip of the middle finger. The area is dotted with beautiful gorges and waterfalls resulting from glaciers cutting into the bedrock during the last ice age. The house my mother rents is near the base of Ithaca Falls, which plunges from a deep narrow gorge that runs along the north side of Cornell University.
Ithaca Airport is located on a hill above the lake. Route 13 is a two-lane state highway that runs past the airport before descending to the small town. At the bottom of the hill is an entrance to the high school where my mom teaches. On the other side of the highway is a park nestled at the end of the lake. Our house is just off the hi, about a half-mile beyond the high school.
As we dropped down the hill, the rain changed to a drizzle. I remembered a weatherman on the local TV station say that if you didn't like the weather now, wait five minutes.
We were getting close to my street, and I needed to find some money to pay my fare. I opened my purse and looked for the twenty my uncle had given me. It was empty except for some makeup, ticket stubs, and the $4000 check from the Texans. I was rich but broke. I rummaged through a couple of hidden compartments. Then I remembered the twenty had been stuck inside the paperback. Damn! Andy had borrowed the pornographic novel, and I'd forgotten to take the only cash I had from the book. Perhaps it wouldn't be a problem. I'd often heard my mom promise to pay Joey for a ride after her next payday. I put on my best smile and let me knees spread apart.
"Joey, I'm sorry, but someone took all my money from my purse. Can I pay you tomorrow?"
I'd never seen the big Italian angry and was surprised when he exploded.
"You're just like your mother. She always has money for fine clothes and good restaurants. Your pretty momma stiffed me just last weekend with a smile on her cheating face. She thinks if she shows a little leg, I'll let her get away without paying me. My wife keeps track of every penny, and she's fed up with the Williams' women taking advantage of me. Well, no more. I think you're lying about not having any money. You have to be wealthy to fly across the country. I'll find a quiet spot and search you myself. One way or the other, you'll pay me for the ride."
Joey jerked the wheel and took the entrance to Stewart Park. I was thrown sideways, and my legs flew apart. The big Italian's eyes locked on the rearview mirror where he saw a flash of my bare pussy. I quickly sat up and pressed my knees together. His erratic driving had me scared.
Once inside the park, he headed away from the lake into a wooded area with picnic tables. It was Monday, and the dreary weather meant the park was deserted. Oh God, what was I going to do? I was exhausted, and he outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds.
