Geoffrey and I ended up sharing a couple of microbrews while we discussed the movie. The conversation eventually moved to politics and religion. Geoffrey shared many of our views on the world, God and entertainment. I didn't force our conversation, I never felt like had to; instead the topics came up spontaneously and our differences were accepted. For such a young man, his views were well formed and easily defended. When Joan and I saw Cora and Geoffrey to their car, the sun was nearly set.
My lengthy interaction with Cora's new love served two purposes. I had to check this guy out and honestly he passed. He'll make a great son in law. The other reason for the lengthy debates and raucous banter was to watch Joan. While we were entertaining Cora and Geoffrey, she couldn't steel away and write her narrative for Kevin. I had no intention of making any of this easy. I was being passive aggressive and I knew it. The strain and worry on Joan's face was exquisite.
Closing the front door, I asked Joan what she thought about Geoffrey. She agreed that he was a great match for Cora. She hoped that he was everything he presented himself to be. I told Joan that I needed to go to the store and asked her if she wanted to come along. I knew she would refuse even before she shook her head. "I'm tired. I'm going to get some work done for Monday, take a shower and probably watch some TV. It's been a long day."
"Sure, it's been a tiring one too." I added with a smile. Joan smiled back, she smelled like she'd drank a bottle of Listerine.
"I'm glad you like Geoffrey. It makes everything so much easier when a father likes his daughter's fiancé." Joan said. She sounded exhausted. I nodded and she turned to go upstairs.
"I really need to get started on that paperwork." Joan said without looking back. Her steps were slow and her legs wobbled as she made her way up the carpeted stairs. She held tenaciously to the banister. I hung around the kitchen for a few minutes then went up to our bedroom. I found Joan stepping into a steaming bubble bath. Under a dense blanket of bubbles Joan asked "Back already?" She didn't look at me and that made me want to linger and maybe discover what she was scheming.
"No." I answered slowly then added "I came up to get my list. It's bad enough I have to fix the plumbing I don't want to run out of parts." Joan smiled but she still wasn't looking at me. I grabbed the scrap of paper that had my list on it and left for the hardware store.
I completed my shopping in a couple of minutes but I stayed out for almost two hours anyway. When I got back I stayed in the basement for most of the evening. At eleven thirty I opened my laptop and punched in the address for the email account. My fingers kept betraying me. I got error message after error message until I stepped back, turned on the big screen TV. Then, after pouring myself another beer I typed in the address one key at a time.
After authenticating and clicking through some advertisements the inbox opened and there was the new message. This one had an attachment. I opened the email. There were only two lines in it.
"No longer apart but now a piece of the whole; I can gaze about me, not as a stranger through a window but as a member of the same family."
What the hell did that mean?
I opened the attachment. I pulled my hands from the keyboard and just let myself breath. Then, using only the up and down arrows I began reading Joan's letter. It was text only. Its tone was different, more intimate and relaxed. It felt like she was talking to me.
Here it was; what Kevin and I both wanted. Joan's debauchery in her own words...
"I've discovered that a whole can have many parts. Some are interchangeable like links on a chain while others remain but are changed by way of their relationship to the various parts.
With my husband I am; a wife, a mother, a daughter, sister, aunt, Teacher, Sunday School Teacher, Parish Officer, hostess and friend. Being with Ed has let me open my horizons and assume roles and responsibilities with a measure of security that has evoked confidence in my daily life.
With Mr. Montgomery, I'm a woman. No other role need be applied because nothing else is needed. For once, I don't have to achieve in spite of my sexuality. I don't have to act as if my body is something different from who I am, I've learned that my body's importance is no less than my mind or soul. I'm a woman with breasts, hips, legs, an ass and a vagina. I learned from Mr. Montgomery that these words designate my anatomy. Mr. Montgomery explained the power words; these are words that he uses when we are together. Men want a woman with a great ass and legs, but most of all; they want a woman who knows her pussy. After all, a man doesn't want to fuck a vagina he wants to fuck a pussy; my pussy. I've learned so much from this eighteen year old black student that outside the classroom he is my teacher and I am gladly his student.
I've known the attraction that a man can have on a woman. All women are attracted to power. Like a moth to a flame, that's what drew me to Kevin Montgomery. He is as certain of his sex as he is of his name. His ministrations always come to the proper fruition. Each day he tells me that I will enjoy our assignations and by the end of the day I'm longing for the morning so I can feel his warm lips, his strong hands and his incredible manhood once again.
I've known Kevin for some time but this week has been different. Early Monday morning, before anyone else was in the building, he walked into my classroom. Not bothering to check if it closed, he swung the door behind him and came to me. I was standing behind my desk. He pulled me to him. His thick arms encircled me and held me tight as his lips pressed hard against mine.
He said, "You're a fine woman. Show me how happy you are to be my woman, right now." He then stepped back away from me. I saw nothing but need in his expression and that need was for me. He held up his phone and I saw the flash. He was smiling. He looked so kind when he flashed that big smile. In front of him I was nothing more than an obsessed girl with her first crush.
Kevin dropped to his knees and instructed me to get closer to the board. He took charge by waving me toward the board and saying, "That's it baby, stand next to the board. Oh yeah, smile just like that; you're so pretty when you smile." The camera's flash filled the room two or three more times then he stood up and smiled at me. I would have done anything for him; in fact I already had, when he asked me to lift my skirt that marvelous smile grew wider. I hadn't put any panties on; that was nothing new. Since my first time with him, I've abided by his wishes and not worn panties. But on Monday, I was wearing the shortest skirt I own. Obviously, he was pleased; he took pictures of my little secret.
"Ah, damn woman! You are so hot. Look at what you've done!" Kevin exclaimed as he put his phone on the corner of my desk and took me into his arms. He forced me against the blackboard and crushed me with his lips. He was breathing hard and I was melted by his heat. Like this, I could refuse him nothing. He opened my blouse. My flesh was burning for his big hands. Everywhere his hands went my will fell away. I was emerging into a thing wholly different and wholly better than I was just a few short hours ago.
Reaching behind me, Kevin cradled my head in his big muscled hand. As both arms were wrapped around me, his kisses traveled down to my chest. My nipples tightened under his lips. Shivers ran through me and my resolve melted as I was cradled like a doll in this black student's arms. He licked, kissed and nibbled my flesh. My own need peaked when I realized that he was giving me love bites. They were below my breasts. The pain and danger was exquisite. He bit lightly then sucked voraciously. My husband was sure to see them.
Kevin gently laid me on the desk. He came up and kissed me tenderly on my lips. He tasted of cinnamon and smelled of wild musk. His kisses stopped and he stood up next to the desk. I don't remember how or when his shirt was unbuttoned. Hell I may have done it. It didn't matter. His tight stomach and thick chest were towering over me. I felt so small lying on my back, looking up at this young black man.
Kevin tipped his head down and drank me in with his eyes. His lip slowly curled into a snarl. I smiled. It would have been wrong to make him say anything. I knew what he wanted; I wanted it too. To make him command me would have been reprehensible and as wrong as a lie. I stayed true and turned my head. He was so close that my lips grazed across the underside of his beautiful ebony manhood. I smiled again. The meeting of our minds, the convergence on the same desire evoked my femininity. The ache throbbed in my heart and in my sodden pussy.
I opened my mouth and gently, oh so gently, licked the bulb of his glorious prick. I ran my tongue around the hole; it was salty and delicious; Oh God I wanted more, I wanted it all. I pushed forward and prayed that I could take his girth. He has such a big, fat cock. I love him for having such a wonderful thing. I can only do as he commands, nothing else matters. Nothing is important except filling the need that he has created within me. I need him. He pulled away and stepped back away from my desk.
"No, not that way bitch; you know how it's supposed to be. Come on over here. Get your ass over here now." I slid off my desk and crawled over to Kevin. He was sitting at JoAnne's desk. She would be here in two hours for Home Room. Kevin was pointing at the floor between his open legs. I stopped on that spot, leaned forward and ran my hands up his taut legs and around to the small of his back. I kissed his chest and licked his ebony flesh. He moaned as my breasts brushed over his phallus.
"Oh, that's right. You know how to make me happy." He whispered as I licked my way down to his turgid black phallus. To touch it was the rightful thing to do, to lick it and kiss it was ecstasy. I licked up and down his cock making sure that I moistened my tongue so all of his black skin shone from my dutiful licking. Then he spoke again and asked me to what I was thinking.
I answered quickly. The words came out like water from a broken dam. "I'll do anything you want. Oh God, anything. I need this so badly."
"What do you need so badly?" He asked quietly.
