TimothyFields
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A Tale of Timothy
I was sweating in the warm summer heat as I was packing our belongings into the back of our rental truck. "I think we're all set", I said to my pal Ben, as I loaded the last box into the back of the truck. Ben had been a pal of mine since we were young, we practically grew up together and I could always count of him when I needed help with anything. Fortunately, he had a license to drive trucks and wasn't doing anything on the day Jennifer and I were moving house.
I sat in the passenger seat as Ben drove the truck and we began our 50-some-mile trip across the state to my new home. We reminisced and laughed about old times during the ride, talking about things we used to get up to, and how things were so much simpler back then.
"You know, you're one lucky bastard to have landed a girl like Jennifer", Ben said, leaning over and playfully nudging me on the shoulder.
I rubbed my shoulder and chuckled, "Oh, don't I know it. She's great, man, she's everything I've ever wanted in a woman. She's beautiful, funny, and has values... you know, being a Christian and all."
*Buzz* *Buzz*
My phone began to ring, I took it out of my pocket and answered it, it was Jennifer calling.
"Hey, you almost here?" she said.
"Hi babe, yeah, we're a few miles away, we'll be there shortly," I replied.
"Good, I ordered pizzas, I'm sure you're both starving after packing all our things."
"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse! You're the best babe."
"See you soon, Mwah."
"See you soon."
Jennifer had driven our car to our new home earlier in the day, along with some of our other
belongings.
Ben was right about what he had said, I really was lucky to have landed a girl like Jennifer, she was the most naturally beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was 31, the same age as me, she had auburn hair, was 5'6, petite, with the most amazing body. Her ass was like a bubble, her boobs were a little over average in size, and were shaped perfectly, with the sexiest puffy pink nipples. Unfortunately she never really dressed in a manner that would show off her physique, due to her religious upbringing she always dressed rather conservatively, even around the house.
Every Sunday, without fail, we would attend Church. She practically knew every verse of the bible. It rubbed off on me too over time, and I grew to enjoy being part of such a positive community, we made a lot of friends through the Church and it was definitely a positive for our lives.
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We pulled into my new neighborhood, people were out in their gardens having barbecues, playing with their dogs, running around, having water fights, and laughing. The environment of this place was amazing, there was no doubt Jennifer and I had chosen the perfect place to settle down and start a life for ourselves.
"I'm happy for you, bud", Ben said with a smile, looking out the window of the truck to my new home. "This place is beautiful."
"Thanks, Ben. It is, I'm stoked. We fell in love with the house the moment we saw it. Can't wait to show you around inside, it gets even better." I bragged. He backed the truck into the driveway and parked.
Jennifer must have heard the truck pulling up, and came outside to greet us. She was wearing a below-the-knee-length sleeveless summer dress with a flower design, sunglasses resting on the top of her head, sandals, and had the biggest smile on her face.
"Finally! I thought you two would never make it." she laughed, leaning in and talking to us both through the open driver-side window of the truck.
"Jennifer, I'm going to need back surgery after lifting all that heavy furniture into the truck." Ben joked.
"Aww, you poor baby!" Jennifer teased, making a pouty face and poking fun at Ben.
"He's right, you know, some of that stuff was really heavy," I said, siding with Ben.
"Oh dear. Well, I'm sure you will both live. Come on inside, the pizzas going to get cold." she said, walking back into the house.
A few moments later we were all standing around the countertop in the kitchen talking and eating pizza.
"I was over at the neighbor's house next door, chatting with them before you both arrived. Cherry and Antwan are their names." Jennifer said.
"Antwan? Sounds like a brother." Ben snickered.
"Oh, you stop. They're a nice couple, but yes, he's a black man, and she's white. Not something that was common to see back in Hillsberg." Jennifer continued.
"Well, I can't wait to meet them!" I said sarcastically.
After finishing off the pizzas, it was time for the dreaded task of unloading the truck and putting everything where it needed to be. Ben and I lifted in the heavy furniture, and Jennifer helped us unload some of the lighter things. Thankfully the sun was going down by this point, and the evening was a little cooler.
It was nearly 1 am by the time we finished, but thank God it was all done.
Jennifer and I thanked Ben for helping us today and offered him the guest room to stay the night, but he declined due to having to work tomorrow. After paying him the fees for the rental truck, we said our goodbyes to him and waved him off as he drove away.
"He's the best," Jennifer commented, as we closed the door and stepped back into the hallway of our new home.
"He is, giving up his Friday to help us like that... God bless him." I said.
Jennifer embraced me in a big hug, and I wrapped my arms around her and looked down into her eyes. Her bright blue eyes looked back up into mine.
"I love you, Jennifer Fields." I smiled and kissed her.
"I love you too, Timothy Fields..." she sniffed at me, "But you NEED to shower," she laughed and plugged her nose. She was right, I smelled awful after spending all day working up a sweat.
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I stood in the shower, feeling the water splashing down on my body as I thought about things. I felt like the happiest man in the world, my life was set up to be perfect. A beautiful home, a beautiful wife, and God willing, soon a beautiful family. The new move also reduced my commute to work from an hour to barely a five-minute ride in the car. I worked as a programmer for a video game company, was making six figures per year, and had a few hundred grand saved in the bank, even after purchasing our new home outright. We were very financially stable, the only downside was I had to work long hours. Jennifer didn't work, and I didn't want her to. It was my belief that a man should provide for his family.
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
What the hell was that noise? I got out of the shower and put a towel around myself, creaked open the bathroom window a tiny bit, and looked outside.
A car had pulled into the driveway of our neighbor's house next door and it was blaring music for a few moments before the car turned off.
Through the windscreen of the car I could see a black man in the driver's seat and a white woman in the passenger seat, they seemed to be talking about something. I presumed they were our new neighbors Antwan and Cherry whom Jennifer was telling Ben and me about earlier. I watched them through the bathroom window for a few moments and was about to shrug it off... but that's when I then saw the woman leaning across to the driver's seat.
I couldn't see all too clearly, due to the distance, and a street light causing a slight glare on the windscreen but it was evident the black man's hand was on the back of her head, and that she was sucking his cock. "Jesus Christ..." I muttered, my eyes widening as I gawked down at what was happening.
I continued to watch the woman's blonde hair bob up and down on the black man's crotch for what was probably ten or fifteen minutes, she was doing all the work while he just relaxed in his driver's seat and rested his hand on the back of her head idly. It even looked like he was browsing through his phone at one point, he seemed calm, and composed, like what was happening was just an ordinary event for him.
He must have came because the driver's side door opened and he got out, he was dressed in a suit, looking very sharp, as if perhaps they had been out somewhere fancy. He walked into his house with a confident stride and had an air of arrogance about him. Literally looking like a man that just had his cock sucked.
A few seconds later, the passenger side door opened and the white woman staggered out. She was wearing a very tight little red dress that showed off A LOT of cleavage and was pulling her dress up over her big tits as she stood up, and looked down at them as if to make sure they weren't spilling out. I could tell she was very pretty, but in her current state, she was a total mess. Her makeup was ruined, and her blonde hair was all over the place. Her heels clicked on the driveway as she hurridly made her way into their house behind the black man.
I snapped back to being aware of myself, towel around my body, and peeking out of the window like some peeping tom. I stood up straight, my back was aching from the strain of being crooked over and looking out the window.
"Tim, what's taking you so long?" I heard Jennifer shout from the bedroom.
"I-I'll be right out, babe."
I thought for a moment about if I should tell Jennifer about what I had just seen as I dried off with a towel, but thought better of it. I put on some shorts and headed to the bedroom.
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Jennifer was laying down on the bed in her nightgown, smiling.
"There you are, I thought you got lost down the toilet or something." she joked.
I climbed up onto the bed, and cozied in beside her, embracing her in a long passionate kiss. Her mouth always tasted like honey, and she always smelled incredible, she literally smelled like fresh flowers. She reached down and ran her hand along my thigh and grabbed my dick through my shorts. "Someone's excited" she chuckled.
"Uh huh, seeing you in this nightgown gets me going," I said, reaching for her breast through her nightgown and squeezing.
"Hmm, so what are we going to do about your predicament, mister?" she teased, stroking up and down the length of my shaft through my shorts.
I groaned, kissed her neck, and climbed between her legs. She spread her legs and raised them, sliding her panties off over her feet. Pulling down my shorts and boxers, I grabbed the base of my dick and pressed inside her, slowly pumping my hips. Her pussy felt like heaven, and I'd never last very long.
She kissed me and ran her hand through my hair, "Mmm, that feels great baby."
After barely a minute of pumping my dick in and out of her and I was on the verge of cumming, she could tell and squeezed her pussy around my cock.
"That's it, Tim. Cum for me. Let it out." running her hands up and down my back.
"Uuhh. Jenniferrrr" I moaned.
My body began to buck and spasm as I released inside her.
"That was so nice, that felt amazing, baby." She said, kissing me and smiling warmly as I rolled off her.
I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, regaining my breath. Jennifer rubbed my tummy and kissed my chest, whispering sweet words into my ear. I know I cum fast, but Jennifer never seemed to mind, and I loved her for that. She always made me feel like a man.
We snuggled up together and hugged as we drifted off to sleep. I slept like a baby after the long day we had.
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I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As my eyes opened it took me a second or two to remember where I was, and that I was in my new home. I smiled to myself, yawned, and stretched out on the bed. I looked at the other side of the bed and Jennifer wasn't there, she was always an early riser.
After brushing my teeth and splashing some water on my face I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, and that's when I heard Jennifer's voice. I looked out the window towards the pool area, where Jennifer was lounging. She was dressed conservatively, yet appropriately for the warm day outside in a long summer dress. Beside her in the other lounger was another woman dressed in a two-piece bikini that showed off A LOT of her body. Then I recognized her, it was the blonde woman that I had seen getting out of the car last night.
It brought my mind back to what I had witnessed last night as I peeked out the bathroom window, the visions of her head bobbing up and down on that black man's crotch as she was sucking his cock in the car.
I took a deep breath, shook off the thought, poured myself a glass of water, drank it, and then began to walk outside to the pool area.
The blonde woman was laughing and smiling, reaching over and touching my wife's wrist. "It was, it was one of the best nights ever." I had no idea what they were talking about when they noticed me approaching and looked in my direction.
"Hey, babe", I said looking at Jennifer and smiling, wrapping my arm around her, and kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey, hon. This is Cherry, she's the neighbor I was telling you about yesterday. Cherry, this is Timothy, my husband."
Cherry eyed me up and down as her lips formed into a smirk. She looked a lot fresher today than she did last night getting out of that car. "Hello, Timothy. It's nice to meet you." her big heavy tits looked fake, though incredible, almost spilling out of her bikini as she sat up on the lounger.
"Hey Cherry, the pleasure is mine. It's a really nice neighborhood here, Jennifer and I are really glad we bought this place." I replied, doing my best not to stare at her boobs, and to treat her as though I didn't see what she and Antwan got up to last night in their car.
"Cherry was just telling me about a wonderful night out she had last night. She and Antwan went to Bellatoni's, it's supposed to be the best restaurant around here." Jennifer said.
"Oh, and Antwan is the lucky husband?" I said, looking from Jennifer to Cherry.
"No, Antwan doesn't believe in marriage. We're just girlfriend and boyfriend. But we're both happy that way. Antwan does things his own way anyway." Cherry replied, as her phone buzzed. "Oh, it's Antwan, I've got to answer this."
She began talking into her phone and nodding quickly, "Yes Antwan. Can do. Would you prefer that? I can do that. Yes Antwan. See you soon." she looked a little hurried and out of breath as she hung up the phone.
"Antwan's on his way home, I've got to get going." She began to get up from the lounger. Her body was quite something, she looked like a walking barbie doll bimbo, makeup was done perfectly, big boobs, and a big ass that looked like it would ripple if smacked. She had definitely had quite a few enhancements to look that way and probably worked out daily.
She went over to Jennifer and hugged her, "See you soon, babe. I just know we're going to be great friends."
Jennifer smiled at her, seeming happy to have made a new friend. "I'll be making apple pie later, and I'll call over later with some for you and Antwan."
"Sounds yummy! Can't wait to try it." Cherry then turned to look at me, "Was nice meeting you, Timothy. Bye for now." I smiled and said as much the same as she began walking off and waved at us both.
I turned to Jennifer with widened eyes, "Does she always dress like that?"
Jennifer laughed, "I guess she's just proud of her body. I mean, I'd never dress like that, but each to their own."
"Do you think they're real?" I laughed.
Jennifer punched me on the arm playfully. "Keep your eyes off Cherry's boobs."
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After getting breakfast, I found myself in my new office room, browsing online. Being a programmer, sometimes I got to work from home, so having an office room was necessary. Scrolling through Facebook, I decided to do a search for Cherry. Knowing her location, and approximate age by guessing, it wasn't too hard to find her Facebook page.
I scrolled through her pictures, it seemed like she loved to party, and in every other photo, I'd see her with Antwan... which again made my mind think about what I had witnessed last night from the bathroom window. Antwan was a muscular black man, if I had to guess, he looked to be around 6'1, 220 pounds, very lean. In some of the pictures he was dressed in a suit, in other pictures, he was in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and wearing gold chains. In all the pictures of him, Cherry was attached to his arm, looking incredible. What was strange about Cherry's Facebook page was that her earliest posts were only from a year ago, whereas her Facebook page had existed for over a decade. Maybe she created a new life for herself?
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
I heard the familiar sound of a car blaring music pulling into the driveway next door, to whom I assumed was Antwan arriving home.
I found myself getting an erection as I looked at more of Cherry's pictures, she literally looked like a pornstar. Without thinking, my hand was rubbing my crotch through my shorts and I was leaking quite a bit of pre-cum into my boxers. I kept scrolling her Facebook feed, looking at her heavy cleavage, mental visions of her head bobbing up and down in the car entering my mind too. Continuing to scroll, there were pictures of her huge barely covered tits in every other photo, I kept rubbing myself through my shots and nearly came when I heard Jennifer calling out -
"Tim, the apple pie is done, come get some!"
I quickly closed my web browser and shut down my PC.
"C-coming, babe."
Jennifer was in the kitchen wearing an apron, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the neck. "Smells terrific."
"Mhmm, just wait until you taste it. Here." She lifted a forkful of apple pie to my mouth, and I took a bite.
"Mmm. It's lovely, babe. You got it just right. You've got a talent for baking, you know."
"Thanks, hon. I have my mom to thank for that really, she had me baking since I was young, and taught me all the tricks."
She felt my hard-on pressed against her ass and snickered, "Is someone all hard again? What has gotten into you, mister." She reached around and grabbed a fistful of my crotch.
I started kissing her neck and tugging at her apron, gripping and groping her ass, grinding myself on her.
"Not now hon, I've got a few things around the house I need to get done, and I've still got a lot of grocery shopping to do" squeezing my crotch one last time before letting go. "Oh, and I've got to bring some of this pie over to Cherry and Antwan's place. I'll do that now. I'll be back in a few minutes." She took off her apron and put a portion of the pie into a Tupperware container then headed out the door and walked over to our new neighbor's house with it.
I sighed, feeling the strain of my blue balls as I went back into my office. This time I managed to actually get some work done.
Getting immersed in my work, I hadn't noticed how much time had gone by, it had been 90 minutes since Jennifer went over to our new neighbor's house, and I hadn't heard her re-enter the house, or take the car out to go grocery shopping. I figured she probably got invited in by Cherry for a coffee or something.
I could hear music coming from their house, it sounded like rap music, neither Jennifer nor I ever listened to that kind of music, and honestly, I found it to be quite distasteful with all the slurs and the general aggressive tone that sort of music tended to have.
The music was melting my head and giving me a bit of a headache as it continued -
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
That such music played for about another 20 or 30 minutes before I heard Jennifer opening the front door.
"Hey babe, you back? What took you so long?" I called from my office.
My office was on the ground floor, she didn't call back until she was at the top of the stairs.
"Hey hon, Cherry was just showing me around their place, took longer than I was expecting. Their place is. Their place is really nice."
She sounded a bit strange, but I thought nothing of it.
I heard the shower running as I got back to work, and finished off what I was doing.
A few minutes later the sound of the shower stopped and Jennifer called downstairs, "Gonna lay down and have a nap, hon."
"Alright, babe," I called back.
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After finishing my work, I stretched, and got up from my office seat, heading toward the kitchen. There's nothing like ice-cold water on a warm day. I held a pint glass under the ice cube maker and poured myself some water, drinking it and looking through my phone.
A text from Ben: "Hey bud, hope you're settling in well."
I texted him back and let him know everything was great and thanked him again for helping us out.
I looked over at the bin, it was beginning to pile up, so I figured I'd take it outside to the dumpster. I've always had a form of OCD when it came to being tidy with things, and a piling-up bin bag was an itch that needed to be scratched.
Walking out to the dumpster outside with the trash, I waved at a man who I thought was just a passing neighbor, but he continued to walk in my direction.
"Hey there..." I said to him.
"Hi. I'm Harold," he said, looking sorta jitterish. He was an overweight man that clearly wasn't taking care of his body and had let himself go.
"Nice to meet you, Harold... we're new in the neighborhood. You live here?" I smiled, being polite.
"You too. I do, I live in that house across the street," he pointed to a house across the way before continuing, "listen. Just some friendly advice..." he fidgetted, sounding serious about something.
I looked at him with a questioning expression. "What is it?"
He glanced over at Cherry and Antwan's house. "You should stay away from him. From Antwan. He's bad news. Trust me. I know."
I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? Why? How come he's bad news?"
"I used to be married to Cherry. We were married for almost ten years, we lived over there in our house across the way. Things were great. Things were really good. They were. Then Antwan. Antwan moved into the neighborhood, into that house," he nodded towards Cherry and Antwan's house and continued, "Cherry changed, our lives changed. He's into some shady things. He does shady things. He's not a nice man. He's a thug. A real nasty thug." Harold was practically shaking as he ranted, telling me all this. I felt really bad for him.
"So you used to be married to Cherry, and you both lived in your house across the way... now she's with Antwan and living with him and his house?" I questioned.
"Yes. Exactly. I've been trying to get through to Cherry ever since. To make her see sense. The Cherry I knew. My Cherry. But." His hands were shaking as he spoke, "Antwan doesn't let me near her anymore. He told me to stay away from her. To not even look at her. My heart is broken. It's been almost a year now since he, s-since Antwan took her from me. But I can't get over her. She was my world, my everything. My life."
I began to console him, "That's awful, Harold. I haven't even met Antwan yet, I'm really sorry to hear that happened to you. No one should have to go through something like that."
He began leaving as quickly as he approached, "Just be careful, ok? Stay away from Antwan. Keep what is yours away from him. It's a downward slope. Nothing good will come from it. From one man to another. Trust me." and with that, he hurriedly walked back to his house across the way.
I was left standing there feeling burdened with what this man had just laid on me. I felt really sorry for him and what had happened to him. But what could I do?
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I was lounging on the sofa watching TV and thinking a little about my interaction with Harold. Did Antwan really take Cherry from him? Or did she simply leave him for other reasons? I didn't know, and it really wasn't any of my business either. I was new in the neighborhood and didn't want to get involved in any mess like that.
Jennifer came down the stairs and greeted me in the living room, "Hey, hon," she said, sitting down and cuddling up beside me.
"Hey babe, have a nice nap?" I smiled, kissing her.
"I did, I needed it." she hugged me.
"So you and Cherry, are you besties now?"
"She's nice, and fun too. I think we'll get along pretty well."
"And what about Antwan, was he over there earlier?"
She took a second before answering.
"Antwan? Yeah, he was there. He's nice too. Apparently, he owns a club."
"A club, what kind of club?"
"A nightclub downtown, apparently it's popular."
"Oh..."
"Yep. Anyway, they invited us over for lunch tomorrow."
"And are we going?"
"Yes. Hon, it will be a good way to get to know our neighbors. Besides, Antwan insisted." she said, looking at me.
"Alright babe, guess we're having lunch at their place tomorrow... but right now, I want you," I said, kissing her and beginning to grope at her ass.
"Hon, not right now." she pushed me away from her.
"But you said that earlier, you can't blue ball me twice in one day."
She laughed and rubbed my thigh, "Poor you."
"Damn right, poor me..."
She began to rub my crotch, "Need to cum bad, huh?"
I nodded, my breathing getting heavier as I felt her touch. She kept rubbing and massaging my dick through my shorts.
"Does that feel good?" she stared into my eyes, and I nodded, looking back into hers.
She brought her lips to my ear, breathing warm air against my skin, "Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna make a big mess?" kissing and sucking on my earlobe as she spoke.
I was panting, "Uhn. Y. Yeah... I'm gonna..."
She reached down with her other hand and took out her breast and plopped it into my mouth. "Mmm, there we go, suck on my titty and make a big mess."
I sucked on her tit, getting saliva all over it, moaning like a goon, and felt dizzy with arousal for her, bucking my hips against her hand.
She knew I was on the verge of cumming, "Let it out, Tim. Cum. Cum for me."
My body began bucking and spasming, "Ah! Ah! Uhn!" spewing my cum into my shorts, falling back onto the sofa and catching my breath.
She laughed leaning over me and kissing me, "Feel better now?"
Red-faced, I nodded, feeling a bit strange about cumming in that manner, "Uhuh. Definitely." taking a moment to gather myself.
Jennifer sat back on the sofa and turned her attention to watching some TV show.
Feeling the uncomfortable feeling of cum cooling in my shorts, I stood up, telling Jennifer I needed to go take a shower. She laughed, "You definitely need a shower."
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End of Chapter 1.
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Jennifer and I finished up our evening watching TV, snuggling on our sofa, and just enjoying each other's company. I love everything little thing about my wife, from the way she talks to the way she walks, her mannerisms, and her sense of humor. She is perfect, and I would let her know it every chance I got.
We would have to travel 50 miles back to Hillsberg, the town we lived in previously, to attend early morning Mass at 9 am the following day, which was a Sunday. We would be attending the Mass with Jennifer's parents, as we did every Sunday, our move 50 miles across the state wasn't going to change that, though I was dreading the idea of having to drive the distance there and back every week. I was also raised as a Christian, but it was very casual, we didn't regularly attend Mass or anything. Jennifer's parents, however, were very religious. Mass was an important thing for them, and so it was an important thing for Jennifer too. Sunday was Mass Day; we hadn't missed a Sunday Mass in years.
Jennifer had a good balance between religion and life in general. While she practically knew every verse of the bible, due to her upbringing in a religious family, she was never overbearing with it, and it definitely didn't make her dull. She knew how to have fun, while at the same time remaining respectful of the values Christianity embedded in her. I felt it gave her a good moral guideline to go through life with, the same such morals that I carried myself.
We woke up that following morning to my alarm clock, it was 6:30 am. Waking up earlier than necessary would give us enough time to have a nice breakfast, get dressed, prepare ourselves for the day ahead, and not be in too much of a rush. I slept like a baby again last night.
Shutting off the alarm clock, I rolled over on the bed and grabbed Jennifer, squeezing her.
"Good morning, beautiful," I smiled.
"Arrrhnnn", she let out a deep yawn, and had a big stretch, before smiling back, "good morning, hon."
I sat up on the side of the bed and slipped my feet into a pair of slippers that I wore around the house, turning my neck to look at Jennifer, "pancakes?"
She was already scrolling through her phone by the time I looked back at her, sitting upright against the headboard of our bed, "Mhmm, with honey, bananas, and strawberries pleaseee," she chirped back in response.
I headed downstairs and into the kitchen, still waking up as I got to work making our breakfast.
Around 15 minutes later, Jennifer joined me in the kitchen. Just as I was dishing out our breakfast and setting it on the table, she took a seat, as did I, and I poured each of us a cup of coffee.
"Looks great, thank you, hon," she said.
"You're welcome, babe." I sighed and continued, "Not looking forward to this two-way 50-mile trip."
"I know, but it's got to be done, it is Sunday tradition after all," she said, tucking into her pancakes with a knife and fork.
"I suppose", I agreed, it was Sunday tradition after all.
We both sat at the kitchen table eating our breakfasts, Jennifer was scrolling through her phone, and I was reading the local newspaper, getting some more insight into the area of Kingstown, the town we had moved to. On the front page, there was a story about a cat that got stuck up a tree, with a picture of three firemen standing around, one of them holding the cat that got rescued. When a story like that makes the front page of the newspaper, it's a safe bet to say it's a peaceful area.
I was finishing up my breakfast when I remembered that I forgot to mention to Jennifer about that man Harold that approached me yesterday. "Oh, Babe, I forgot to mention it, did you meet a neighbor of ours named Harold from across the way yet?"
She looked from her phone screen to me, "Harold? No, doesn't ring a bell, how come?"
I continued, "He approached me yesterday when I was in our driveway, he was really on edge, he was saying to me about how he used to be married to..."
***Baby, baby, baby, ohh, like baby, baby, baby***
That was the ringtone to Jennifer's phone, it always made me laugh, "When are you going to change that?" I chuckled. It was the lyrics of a famous song by a pop star a few years back.
She laughed too, jesting, "Oh, whatever! You looove it." as she looked back down at her phone, "It's mom." she said, and answered her phone.
"Hey, mom. Yeah, we just got breakfast, just about to get dressed then we'll be on our way. We won't be late, we'll be there on time." she looked at me, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes, as her mom seemed to be lecturing her about Mass punctuality. "There is no traffic on a Sunday. Ok, mom, I love you too, see you at Mass. I will."
She hung up and looked at me, "Mom says you have to be careful driving us to Mass, mister."
I laughed, "Sounds like Claudia!"
Jennifer's mom, Claudia, is a very religious woman, I don't think I've even once heard her say a cuss word. She dresses very elegantly, and always looks her best. Although in her fifties now, she could easily pass for a woman in her early forties. She has auburn hair too, like Jennifer, and although she never shows it off, it's evident she keeps her body in shape. Jennifer definitely got her good looks from Claudia, because her ******* isn't the most handsome man in the world, to put it politely.
George Stevens, Jennifer's *******, is short in stature and has a bit of a belly on him. While not physically gifted, nor very handsome, he is very book smart, and he's a good honest man. Every time we go over to their house, he's in their basement engaging in his hobby of 'Model Building', Model Building is an activity that involves making scaled-down model versions of aircraft, ships, or anything really. He's fascinated with World War II, so most of the stuff he creates are models from that era. He's a patriot, and he loves his country, you only needed to see the flagpole with an American flag on their lawn to know that.
Getting dressed, I wore some nice tan checked trousers, with a belt, a beige shirt, and a brown leather pair of shoes. "Think I'll need a sweater too?"
Jennifer shook her head, looking at me in the mirror of her vanity, as she sat there doing her makeup. "I don't think so, it's going to be really hot again today."
Jennifer always looked beautiful for Church, she had her hair up in a French Twist and was wearing an elegant blue and white, flower-patterned frill dress, that came down to about knee length, complimented with a shallow pair of white heels.
"You ready, babe? We should probably get going, if we're late your mom will disown us." I joked.
"Uhuh, let's get going." Jennifer said, grabbing her purse, and we headed out the door.
Pulling out of the driveway in the car, we saw Cherry standing on the porch of her house. She was wearing a silk nightgown, with her left arm cupped under her cleavage and supporting her right elbow as she stood there smoking a cigarette. Her hair was a mess, which got me thinking about what she might have been getting up to before stepping outside for a smoke. Jennifer and I waved at her, and she waved back.
"We've got lunch with them later, she said yesterday to stop by around 2 pm," Jennifer said.
"Think we'll be back in time?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mass only lasts an hour, we'll easily be back in time," she said, reaching for a nob on the radio and putting some music on.
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An hour or so later, we pulled up in the parking lot outside the church. There was a decent crowd of people, so we couldn't see where her parents were. Jennifer called her mom on her cellphone, "Whereabouts are you both? Outside the entrance? Ok, we're just parking, we'll be right over. See you in a sec."
Walking over to the entrance we spotted them and began to greet them. Jennifer gave her dad a big hug, before going over to her mom and doing the same, she got talking with her mom about something, as her dad, George held out his hand to me for a handshake. He was old-fashioned like that.
I shook his hand as he spoke, "How's the new location treating you, Tim, you and Jen settling in well?"
I nodded with a smile, "It's great, George. Couldn't ask for a better place. I'm loving that it's closer to my work office too, less time commuting gives me more time to catch up on my beauty sleep!" I joked.
He laughed, "I could do with a little more of that myself."
I then felt Claudia's gaze on me, and it was, I smiled and greeted her, "Hey, Claudia, you look very stunning."
She smiled, "Hello, Tim, thank you. You didn't have to speed to get here on time, did you?"
"Oh, not at all. You know me, Claudia, Law-abiding citizen here."
"That's what I like to hear," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Looks like Mass is about to get started, let's get seated."
Jennifer's parents walked in front of us, and we followed them inside, scooting into the row of seats beside them and getting seated as Pastor Rogers began to speak. Everyone bowed their heads as the Mass opened with prayer. Claudia was holding her rosary beads in her hands and was chiming along with every word of the prayer. I respected her faith, and I respected her as a person. Although I wasn't as devoted of a Christian myself, I still believed in the values and the way of life. Claudia was honestly a perfect example of how a Christian woman should be, and probably a perfect example of how a woman should be in general. She is who I have to thank for Jennifer being the wonderful woman she turned out to be.
After the mass, Jennifer and I, with her mom's insistence, decided to go back to her parent's house, which was a few minutes' drive away from the church, for a coffee and some scones her mom had baked.
We sat around the coffee table in their living room, chatting about anything and everything. I took a bite from a scone that had jam and clotted cream on it. Almost using the Lord's name in vain, I remembered whose company I was in, and opted for another word.
"Gosh, Claudia, these scones are amazing."
Claudia was sat upright, with good posture, on the sofa across from Jennifer and I, with her legs crossed, wearing a long, but stylish dress. "Do you like them, Tim? I'm glad. You know I taught Jennifer the recipe for those scones when she was younger."
I looked at Jennifer as I replied, "Oh, did you? Jen, I'm going to have to get you to bake me some of these in the future!"
Jennifer looked at her mom, "Mom, he's already spoiled with my baking as it is, I baked him an apple pie yesterday."
Claudia spoke to Jennifer, "Did you use Granny Smith apples?"
Jennifer laughed, "Of course, mom, it would be a crime to bake an apple pie with any other brand of apple."
George re-joined us in the living room and sat down on the sofa beside Claudia. "Dad, you've got jam on your shirt," Jennifer said, chuckling. He had a big dollop of jam running down the middle of his white shirt.
"Oh, George." Claudia groaned, looking at the mess on his skirt, reaching for a handkerchief, and started patting at it.
After a second or two of Claudia fussing with George's shirt, George looked at Jennifer and me, and began to speak, "So, you two made any friends in your new neighborhood yet?"
I shook my head, "Can't say I have, George, but you know Jen, she's already made a bestie..."
Jennifer nudged my shoulder as she looked at her dad, "I got chatting with a nice couple that lives beside us, they're nice. They actually invited us to lunch today, so it will give us a chance to get to know them more."
George continued to ask questions, "And what do they do for work?"
Jennifer replied to her dad, "Well, Antwan owns a club as far as I know. As for Cherry, I think Cherry's just a housewife, well, not a housewife since they're not married, but I don't think she works."
George seemed eager to know more, glancing at me, then at his wife, before looking back to Jennifer. "Antwan, isn't that a black name? Are they a black couple?"
Jennifer looked as though she wished the conversation never arose. "Not exactly," she explained, "Antwan is a black man, and Cherry is a white woman. They're an interracial couple."
George appeared a little taken aback by that. He looked at Claudia, "We never saw that kind of thing when we were growing up, did we?"
Claudia shook her head, "No, it wasn't something you would ever see, and you still don't see that kinda thing around here in Hillsberg. As we all know, Pastor Rogers has spoken about it before in church, he said no good ever comes from the mixing of the races, and he has preached about how unnatural it is."
George agreed with the sentiment that Pastor Rogers held, "I don't have a racist bone in my body, those blacks even fought on our side in World War II, and still fight in our armed forces to do to this day," and then came the inevitable 'but', "but they just don't mix right with us in society, we've all seen how that goes, and how they treat their women, heck, what's the percentage of young black men that grow up without a *******? All I'm saying is, they're not like us, they don't have our values."
The air of the room felt a little tense, I was keeping out of the conversation, and didn't want to get involved in it at all, and then of course... George turned to look at me.
"What do you think about all this interracial stuff, Tim?" he asked.
I was taking a sip of my coffee, swallowed, and rested the coffee mug on my lap. I didn't know how to respond, so I just went with a neutral response. "Each to their own, I guess. As long as it doesn't impede on my quality of life."
George quickly rebutted, "Can't have that passive sort of stance on things when it comes to an opinion about society, Tim. The thing is it will impede on your quality of life, perhaps not in a direct way, but what's not good for society can't be good for a man or woman living in the society."
I hadn't seen George so engaged in a conversation in, well, ever, this topic really seemed to hit a nerve with him. I would have to admit, it was the first time I've seen a man ranting about societal values with a jam stain all over his shirt. I noticed Claudia reaching over and putting her hand on his lap as if to inform him to take it down a notch. He seemed to take her hint.
I nodded as George ranted as if I understood what he just said, "I guess you've got a point, George. It's definitely something I will have to think about more and form a better opinion on."
Jennifer stood up and straightened out her dress, "I think we better get back on the road," she walked over to her mom and gave her a big hug, "Love you, mom." Her mom hugged her back, "I love you too, sweetie. We'll take a drive up to Kingstown next Saturday once you've both got settled in up there." Jennifer nodded, "Mhm, we'll make a day of it, and get a barbecue going." She then went over to her dad and gave him a big hug too, while I stood up and hugged Claudia, she spoke into my ear, "You take care of her up there in Kingstown, Tim." I nodded, "I will, Claudia, you know I will."
Jennifer broke her hug with her dad, and he held out his hand to me for a goodbye handshake. Shaking his hand, he informed me he had something for me. He went off to another room in the house for a few moments, before returning. In his hand was a vintage wristwatch. "What do ya think?" I wasn't really into watches, but he had a beam about his face as he was giving it to me, so I acted as though I thought it was really cool. What I did find really warming though, was what he said next, "My ******* gave it to me when I was about your age, Tim, and I never had a ******* to pass it down to, and well, you're the closest thing I've got to a *******." That started the beginning of the end of our handshaking days, we were now in hug territory. I embraced him in a hug and thanked him for saying that, and that it meant a lot to me to hear him say that. He patted me on the back, "Put it away somewhere safe when you're not wearing it."
After saying our goodbyes, Jennifer and I were back on the road, it was a little past 1 pm, but it felt like it should have been later than that, maybe it was all the driving that made the day feel long.
Jennifer looked at the watch on my wrist as my hand rested on the steering wheel. "He's sentimental like that, you know."
I nodded, looking out at the open road ahead, "He is, he's a good man, your dad."
Jennifer smiled, "I love him to pieces. Though, I now know not to mention anything about black folk around him again," she chuckled.
I laughed, "I know, I hadn't seen him so animated in years."
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Jennifer and I arrived home a little before 2 pm, we went into our house and freshened up before heading over to our new neighbor's house for lunch.
"Any idea what Cherry's whipping us up for lunch?" I said to Jennifer, opening a button on my shirt to let a little cool air onto my chest.
"She said she's going to surprise us," Jennifer stated, looking into the mirror in our hallway and touching up her makeup.
"Well, I hope the portions she's making are big, I'm starving," I said as my tummy let out an audible grumble.
Jennifer looked at me and laughed, "I can hear your tummy. Ok, let's get going. Actually, Wait... I nearly forgot", she went over to a cabinet in our kitchen and pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine. "A little gift for our neighbors," she smiled, as we began to walk out of our front door and over to Cherry and Antwan's place.
***Knock Knock***
I tapped on the glass part of their wooden door. Through the glass, we could see all the way down their hallway, and partially into their kitchen area. A few moments passed, and there didn't seem to be any movement from inside the house, but their car was in the driveway, so surely they had to be home. I looked at Jennifer and she shrugged, with a confused look on her face. "They should be home, knock again," she urged.
***Knock Knock***
I tapped on the door again, a little harder this time, and then we saw Cherry's head poke around a wall that led into their kitchen. She was smiling and quickly came walking down her hallway towards the front door. She was wearing a really tight, just above the knee-length red skirt that seemed to restrict her movement partially, and a white blouse that showed off a lot of cleavage. We could hear her heels clacking on the marble floor of her hallway as she approached the door.
Opening the door, she beamed with a big smile that spread her red-lipsticked coated plump lips around her pearly white teeth. There was no doubt that she had work done there too, her smile was immaculate. Squealing with excitement she hugged Jennifer and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Come on in, babe!" Jennifer was smiling too and was matching Cherry's energy, hugging her back. "Heya. Here, we got you a bottle of red wine," Jennifer said, passing it to Cherry.
"Thanks, babe, we'll have it finished off by the time lunch is over," she giggled, before turning to look at me.
"Hello, Timothy," she said with a pause in her current excitement.
"Hey, Cherry. Do-" she cut me off mid-sentence as I was trying to make small talk, and talked over me.
"Timothy, you're a computer guy, right? Would you mind looking at our TV, there's something wrong with it, the screen goes fuzzy sometimes." She looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, sure thing, Cherry, I can take a look at it."
She stepped back further into her hallway and pointed towards their living room, "It's in there."
"I'll see what I can d-", she cut me off again, turning her attention back to Jennifer, her excited upbeat tone returning, "Come on, babe, I've got to tell you all the gossip!"
Jennifer looked at me and we sort of shared a half smile in regard to how Cherry was so upbeat about things. Their heels clacked on the marble floor as Jennifer followed along with Cherry into her kitchen. Cherry continued talking to Jennifer, "Remember what I was telling you yesterday about the new car Antwan was thinking about getting?"
Jennifer nodded, "I remember you mentioning it, the Bentley?"
Cherry squealed, "Yesssss. That's where Antwan is right now, he's with his friend Darnell picking it up! Mhmm, what Antwan wants, Antwan gets."
I was left standing there in the hallway in the after-plume of perfume that Cherry was wearing, it smelled like Chanel, or something expensive. I stepped into her living room to see what the problem was with her TV, I was pretty savvy with technology, so I'd likely figure out what the problem was. Taking a moment to look around her living room, I noticed there were blunts in the ashtrays, and there was a distinct smell of marijuana too. On the walls, there were nice pieces of artwork, though they had a very Africanized theme to them. One picture displayed the continent of Africa, and within the boundaries of the artistically drawn continent, there was a face of a black man. When I looked closer at it, I recognized the face to be Malcolm X, a prominent figure during the civil rights movement back in the 60s. I shrugged it off thinking, it's their house, and if that's their taste in artwork, well... each to their own.
Getting to work on figuring out what was wrong with their TV, it only took me a few minutes to figure out they had a fault cable.
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
Hearing the sound of music blaring from a car outside, I peered outside the living room window. Sure enough, it was Antwan arriving home in the new Bentley I overheard Cherry talking about.
I guess it was time to meet Antwan.
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End of part 2
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I was sweating in the warm summer heat as I was packing our belongings into the back of our rental truck. "I think we're all set", I said to my pal Ben, as I loaded the last box into the back of the truck. Ben had been a pal of mine since we were young, we practically grew up together and I could always count of him when I needed help with anything. Fortunately, he had a license to drive trucks and wasn't doing anything on the day Jennifer and I were moving house.
I sat in the passenger seat as Ben drove the truck and we began our 50-some-mile trip across the state to my new home. We reminisced and laughed about old times during the ride, talking about things we used to get up to, and how things were so much simpler back then.
"You know, you're one lucky bastard to have landed a girl like Jennifer", Ben said, leaning over and playfully nudging me on the shoulder.
I rubbed my shoulder and chuckled, "Oh, don't I know it. She's great, man, she's everything I've ever wanted in a woman. She's beautiful, funny, and has values... you know, being a Christian and all."
*Buzz* *Buzz*
My phone began to ring, I took it out of my pocket and answered it, it was Jennifer calling.
"Hey, you almost here?" she said.
"Hi babe, yeah, we're a few miles away, we'll be there shortly," I replied.
"Good, I ordered pizzas, I'm sure you're both starving after packing all our things."
"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse! You're the best babe."
"See you soon, Mwah."
"See you soon."
Jennifer had driven our car to our new home earlier in the day, along with some of our other
belongings.
Ben was right about what he had said, I really was lucky to have landed a girl like Jennifer, she was the most naturally beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was 31, the same age as me, she had auburn hair, was 5'6, petite, with the most amazing body. Her ass was like a bubble, her boobs were a little over average in size, and were shaped perfectly, with the sexiest puffy pink nipples. Unfortunately she never really dressed in a manner that would show off her physique, due to her religious upbringing she always dressed rather conservatively, even around the house.
Every Sunday, without fail, we would attend Church. She practically knew every verse of the bible. It rubbed off on me too over time, and I grew to enjoy being part of such a positive community, we made a lot of friends through the Church and it was definitely a positive for our lives.
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We pulled into my new neighborhood, people were out in their gardens having barbecues, playing with their dogs, running around, having water fights, and laughing. The environment of this place was amazing, there was no doubt Jennifer and I had chosen the perfect place to settle down and start a life for ourselves.
"I'm happy for you, bud", Ben said with a smile, looking out the window of the truck to my new home. "This place is beautiful."
"Thanks, Ben. It is, I'm stoked. We fell in love with the house the moment we saw it. Can't wait to show you around inside, it gets even better." I bragged. He backed the truck into the driveway and parked.
Jennifer must have heard the truck pulling up, and came outside to greet us. She was wearing a below-the-knee-length sleeveless summer dress with a flower design, sunglasses resting on the top of her head, sandals, and had the biggest smile on her face.
"Finally! I thought you two would never make it." she laughed, leaning in and talking to us both through the open driver-side window of the truck.
"Jennifer, I'm going to need back surgery after lifting all that heavy furniture into the truck." Ben joked.
"Aww, you poor baby!" Jennifer teased, making a pouty face and poking fun at Ben.
"He's right, you know, some of that stuff was really heavy," I said, siding with Ben.
"Oh dear. Well, I'm sure you will both live. Come on inside, the pizzas going to get cold." she said, walking back into the house.
A few moments later we were all standing around the countertop in the kitchen talking and eating pizza.
"I was over at the neighbor's house next door, chatting with them before you both arrived. Cherry and Antwan are their names." Jennifer said.
"Antwan? Sounds like a brother." Ben snickered.
"Oh, you stop. They're a nice couple, but yes, he's a black man, and she's white. Not something that was common to see back in Hillsberg." Jennifer continued.
"Well, I can't wait to meet them!" I said sarcastically.
After finishing off the pizzas, it was time for the dreaded task of unloading the truck and putting everything where it needed to be. Ben and I lifted in the heavy furniture, and Jennifer helped us unload some of the lighter things. Thankfully the sun was going down by this point, and the evening was a little cooler.
It was nearly 1 am by the time we finished, but thank God it was all done.
Jennifer and I thanked Ben for helping us today and offered him the guest room to stay the night, but he declined due to having to work tomorrow. After paying him the fees for the rental truck, we said our goodbyes to him and waved him off as he drove away.
"He's the best," Jennifer commented, as we closed the door and stepped back into the hallway of our new home.
"He is, giving up his Friday to help us like that... God bless him." I said.
Jennifer embraced me in a big hug, and I wrapped my arms around her and looked down into her eyes. Her bright blue eyes looked back up into mine.
"I love you, Jennifer Fields." I smiled and kissed her.
"I love you too, Timothy Fields..." she sniffed at me, "But you NEED to shower," she laughed and plugged her nose. She was right, I smelled awful after spending all day working up a sweat.
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I stood in the shower, feeling the water splashing down on my body as I thought about things. I felt like the happiest man in the world, my life was set up to be perfect. A beautiful home, a beautiful wife, and God willing, soon a beautiful family. The new move also reduced my commute to work from an hour to barely a five-minute ride in the car. I worked as a programmer for a video game company, was making six figures per year, and had a few hundred grand saved in the bank, even after purchasing our new home outright. We were very financially stable, the only downside was I had to work long hours. Jennifer didn't work, and I didn't want her to. It was my belief that a man should provide for his family.
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
What the hell was that noise? I got out of the shower and put a towel around myself, creaked open the bathroom window a tiny bit, and looked outside.
A car had pulled into the driveway of our neighbor's house next door and it was blaring music for a few moments before the car turned off.
Through the windscreen of the car I could see a black man in the driver's seat and a white woman in the passenger seat, they seemed to be talking about something. I presumed they were our new neighbors Antwan and Cherry whom Jennifer was telling Ben and me about earlier. I watched them through the bathroom window for a few moments and was about to shrug it off... but that's when I then saw the woman leaning across to the driver's seat.
I couldn't see all too clearly, due to the distance, and a street light causing a slight glare on the windscreen but it was evident the black man's hand was on the back of her head, and that she was sucking his cock. "Jesus Christ..." I muttered, my eyes widening as I gawked down at what was happening.
I continued to watch the woman's blonde hair bob up and down on the black man's crotch for what was probably ten or fifteen minutes, she was doing all the work while he just relaxed in his driver's seat and rested his hand on the back of her head idly. It even looked like he was browsing through his phone at one point, he seemed calm, and composed, like what was happening was just an ordinary event for him.
He must have came because the driver's side door opened and he got out, he was dressed in a suit, looking very sharp, as if perhaps they had been out somewhere fancy. He walked into his house with a confident stride and had an air of arrogance about him. Literally looking like a man that just had his cock sucked.
A few seconds later, the passenger side door opened and the white woman staggered out. She was wearing a very tight little red dress that showed off A LOT of cleavage and was pulling her dress up over her big tits as she stood up, and looked down at them as if to make sure they weren't spilling out. I could tell she was very pretty, but in her current state, she was a total mess. Her makeup was ruined, and her blonde hair was all over the place. Her heels clicked on the driveway as she hurridly made her way into their house behind the black man.
I snapped back to being aware of myself, towel around my body, and peeking out of the window like some peeping tom. I stood up straight, my back was aching from the strain of being crooked over and looking out the window.
"Tim, what's taking you so long?" I heard Jennifer shout from the bedroom.
"I-I'll be right out, babe."
I thought for a moment about if I should tell Jennifer about what I had just seen as I dried off with a towel, but thought better of it. I put on some shorts and headed to the bedroom.
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Jennifer was laying down on the bed in her nightgown, smiling.
"There you are, I thought you got lost down the toilet or something." she joked.
I climbed up onto the bed, and cozied in beside her, embracing her in a long passionate kiss. Her mouth always tasted like honey, and she always smelled incredible, she literally smelled like fresh flowers. She reached down and ran her hand along my thigh and grabbed my dick through my shorts. "Someone's excited" she chuckled.
"Uh huh, seeing you in this nightgown gets me going," I said, reaching for her breast through her nightgown and squeezing.
"Hmm, so what are we going to do about your predicament, mister?" she teased, stroking up and down the length of my shaft through my shorts.
I groaned, kissed her neck, and climbed between her legs. She spread her legs and raised them, sliding her panties off over her feet. Pulling down my shorts and boxers, I grabbed the base of my dick and pressed inside her, slowly pumping my hips. Her pussy felt like heaven, and I'd never last very long.
She kissed me and ran her hand through my hair, "Mmm, that feels great baby."
After barely a minute of pumping my dick in and out of her and I was on the verge of cumming, she could tell and squeezed her pussy around my cock.
"That's it, Tim. Cum for me. Let it out." running her hands up and down my back.
"Uuhh. Jenniferrrr" I moaned.
My body began to buck and spasm as I released inside her.
"That was so nice, that felt amazing, baby." She said, kissing me and smiling warmly as I rolled off her.
I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, regaining my breath. Jennifer rubbed my tummy and kissed my chest, whispering sweet words into my ear. I know I cum fast, but Jennifer never seemed to mind, and I loved her for that. She always made me feel like a man.
We snuggled up together and hugged as we drifted off to sleep. I slept like a baby after the long day we had.
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I woke up the next morning to the sounds of birds chirping. As my eyes opened it took me a second or two to remember where I was, and that I was in my new home. I smiled to myself, yawned, and stretched out on the bed. I looked at the other side of the bed and Jennifer wasn't there, she was always an early riser.
After brushing my teeth and splashing some water on my face I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, and that's when I heard Jennifer's voice. I looked out the window towards the pool area, where Jennifer was lounging. She was dressed conservatively, yet appropriately for the warm day outside in a long summer dress. Beside her in the other lounger was another woman dressed in a two-piece bikini that showed off A LOT of her body. Then I recognized her, it was the blonde woman that I had seen getting out of the car last night.
It brought my mind back to what I had witnessed last night as I peeked out the bathroom window, the visions of her head bobbing up and down on that black man's crotch as she was sucking his cock in the car.
I took a deep breath, shook off the thought, poured myself a glass of water, drank it, and then began to walk outside to the pool area.
The blonde woman was laughing and smiling, reaching over and touching my wife's wrist. "It was, it was one of the best nights ever." I had no idea what they were talking about when they noticed me approaching and looked in my direction.
"Hey, babe", I said looking at Jennifer and smiling, wrapping my arm around her, and kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey, hon. This is Cherry, she's the neighbor I was telling you about yesterday. Cherry, this is Timothy, my husband."
Cherry eyed me up and down as her lips formed into a smirk. She looked a lot fresher today than she did last night getting out of that car. "Hello, Timothy. It's nice to meet you." her big heavy tits looked fake, though incredible, almost spilling out of her bikini as she sat up on the lounger.
"Hey Cherry, the pleasure is mine. It's a really nice neighborhood here, Jennifer and I are really glad we bought this place." I replied, doing my best not to stare at her boobs, and to treat her as though I didn't see what she and Antwan got up to last night in their car.
"Cherry was just telling me about a wonderful night out she had last night. She and Antwan went to Bellatoni's, it's supposed to be the best restaurant around here." Jennifer said.
"Oh, and Antwan is the lucky husband?" I said, looking from Jennifer to Cherry.
"No, Antwan doesn't believe in marriage. We're just girlfriend and boyfriend. But we're both happy that way. Antwan does things his own way anyway." Cherry replied, as her phone buzzed. "Oh, it's Antwan, I've got to answer this."
She began talking into her phone and nodding quickly, "Yes Antwan. Can do. Would you prefer that? I can do that. Yes Antwan. See you soon." she looked a little hurried and out of breath as she hung up the phone.
"Antwan's on his way home, I've got to get going." She began to get up from the lounger. Her body was quite something, she looked like a walking barbie doll bimbo, makeup was done perfectly, big boobs, and a big ass that looked like it would ripple if smacked. She had definitely had quite a few enhancements to look that way and probably worked out daily.
She went over to Jennifer and hugged her, "See you soon, babe. I just know we're going to be great friends."
Jennifer smiled at her, seeming happy to have made a new friend. "I'll be making apple pie later, and I'll call over later with some for you and Antwan."
"Sounds yummy! Can't wait to try it." Cherry then turned to look at me, "Was nice meeting you, Timothy. Bye for now." I smiled and said as much the same as she began walking off and waved at us both.
I turned to Jennifer with widened eyes, "Does she always dress like that?"
Jennifer laughed, "I guess she's just proud of her body. I mean, I'd never dress like that, but each to their own."
"Do you think they're real?" I laughed.
Jennifer punched me on the arm playfully. "Keep your eyes off Cherry's boobs."
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After getting breakfast, I found myself in my new office room, browsing online. Being a programmer, sometimes I got to work from home, so having an office room was necessary. Scrolling through Facebook, I decided to do a search for Cherry. Knowing her location, and approximate age by guessing, it wasn't too hard to find her Facebook page.
I scrolled through her pictures, it seemed like she loved to party, and in every other photo, I'd see her with Antwan... which again made my mind think about what I had witnessed last night from the bathroom window. Antwan was a muscular black man, if I had to guess, he looked to be around 6'1, 220 pounds, very lean. In some of the pictures he was dressed in a suit, in other pictures, he was in a t-shirt, sweatpants, and wearing gold chains. In all the pictures of him, Cherry was attached to his arm, looking incredible. What was strange about Cherry's Facebook page was that her earliest posts were only from a year ago, whereas her Facebook page had existed for over a decade. Maybe she created a new life for herself?
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
I heard the familiar sound of a car blaring music pulling into the driveway next door, to whom I assumed was Antwan arriving home.
I found myself getting an erection as I looked at more of Cherry's pictures, she literally looked like a pornstar. Without thinking, my hand was rubbing my crotch through my shorts and I was leaking quite a bit of pre-cum into my boxers. I kept scrolling her Facebook feed, looking at her heavy cleavage, mental visions of her head bobbing up and down in the car entering my mind too. Continuing to scroll, there were pictures of her huge barely covered tits in every other photo, I kept rubbing myself through my shots and nearly came when I heard Jennifer calling out -
"Tim, the apple pie is done, come get some!"
I quickly closed my web browser and shut down my PC.
"C-coming, babe."
Jennifer was in the kitchen wearing an apron, I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the neck. "Smells terrific."
"Mhmm, just wait until you taste it. Here." She lifted a forkful of apple pie to my mouth, and I took a bite.
"Mmm. It's lovely, babe. You got it just right. You've got a talent for baking, you know."
"Thanks, hon. I have my mom to thank for that really, she had me baking since I was young, and taught me all the tricks."
She felt my hard-on pressed against her ass and snickered, "Is someone all hard again? What has gotten into you, mister." She reached around and grabbed a fistful of my crotch.
I started kissing her neck and tugging at her apron, gripping and groping her ass, grinding myself on her.
"Not now hon, I've got a few things around the house I need to get done, and I've still got a lot of grocery shopping to do" squeezing my crotch one last time before letting go. "Oh, and I've got to bring some of this pie over to Cherry and Antwan's place. I'll do that now. I'll be back in a few minutes." She took off her apron and put a portion of the pie into a Tupperware container then headed out the door and walked over to our new neighbor's house with it.
I sighed, feeling the strain of my blue balls as I went back into my office. This time I managed to actually get some work done.
Getting immersed in my work, I hadn't noticed how much time had gone by, it had been 90 minutes since Jennifer went over to our new neighbor's house, and I hadn't heard her re-enter the house, or take the car out to go grocery shopping. I figured she probably got invited in by Cherry for a coffee or something.
I could hear music coming from their house, it sounded like rap music, neither Jennifer nor I ever listened to that kind of music, and honestly, I found it to be quite distasteful with all the slurs and the general aggressive tone that sort of music tended to have.
The music was melting my head and giving me a bit of a headache as it continued -
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
*Bubble Butt* *Bubble Bubble Bubble Butt*
That such music played for about another 20 or 30 minutes before I heard Jennifer opening the front door.
"Hey babe, you back? What took you so long?" I called from my office.
My office was on the ground floor, she didn't call back until she was at the top of the stairs.
"Hey hon, Cherry was just showing me around their place, took longer than I was expecting. Their place is. Their place is really nice."
She sounded a bit strange, but I thought nothing of it.
I heard the shower running as I got back to work, and finished off what I was doing.
A few minutes later the sound of the shower stopped and Jennifer called downstairs, "Gonna lay down and have a nap, hon."
"Alright, babe," I called back.
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After finishing my work, I stretched, and got up from my office seat, heading toward the kitchen. There's nothing like ice-cold water on a warm day. I held a pint glass under the ice cube maker and poured myself some water, drinking it and looking through my phone.
A text from Ben: "Hey bud, hope you're settling in well."
I texted him back and let him know everything was great and thanked him again for helping us out.
I looked over at the bin, it was beginning to pile up, so I figured I'd take it outside to the dumpster. I've always had a form of OCD when it came to being tidy with things, and a piling-up bin bag was an itch that needed to be scratched.
Walking out to the dumpster outside with the trash, I waved at a man who I thought was just a passing neighbor, but he continued to walk in my direction.
"Hey there..." I said to him.
"Hi. I'm Harold," he said, looking sorta jitterish. He was an overweight man that clearly wasn't taking care of his body and had let himself go.
"Nice to meet you, Harold... we're new in the neighborhood. You live here?" I smiled, being polite.
"You too. I do, I live in that house across the street," he pointed to a house across the way before continuing, "listen. Just some friendly advice..." he fidgetted, sounding serious about something.
I looked at him with a questioning expression. "What is it?"
He glanced over at Cherry and Antwan's house. "You should stay away from him. From Antwan. He's bad news. Trust me. I know."
I raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean? Why? How come he's bad news?"
"I used to be married to Cherry. We were married for almost ten years, we lived over there in our house across the way. Things were great. Things were really good. They were. Then Antwan. Antwan moved into the neighborhood, into that house," he nodded towards Cherry and Antwan's house and continued, "Cherry changed, our lives changed. He's into some shady things. He does shady things. He's not a nice man. He's a thug. A real nasty thug." Harold was practically shaking as he ranted, telling me all this. I felt really bad for him.
"So you used to be married to Cherry, and you both lived in your house across the way... now she's with Antwan and living with him and his house?" I questioned.
"Yes. Exactly. I've been trying to get through to Cherry ever since. To make her see sense. The Cherry I knew. My Cherry. But." His hands were shaking as he spoke, "Antwan doesn't let me near her anymore. He told me to stay away from her. To not even look at her. My heart is broken. It's been almost a year now since he, s-since Antwan took her from me. But I can't get over her. She was my world, my everything. My life."
I began to console him, "That's awful, Harold. I haven't even met Antwan yet, I'm really sorry to hear that happened to you. No one should have to go through something like that."
He began leaving as quickly as he approached, "Just be careful, ok? Stay away from Antwan. Keep what is yours away from him. It's a downward slope. Nothing good will come from it. From one man to another. Trust me." and with that, he hurriedly walked back to his house across the way.
I was left standing there feeling burdened with what this man had just laid on me. I felt really sorry for him and what had happened to him. But what could I do?
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I was lounging on the sofa watching TV and thinking a little about my interaction with Harold. Did Antwan really take Cherry from him? Or did she simply leave him for other reasons? I didn't know, and it really wasn't any of my business either. I was new in the neighborhood and didn't want to get involved in any mess like that.
Jennifer came down the stairs and greeted me in the living room, "Hey, hon," she said, sitting down and cuddling up beside me.
"Hey babe, have a nice nap?" I smiled, kissing her.
"I did, I needed it." she hugged me.
"So you and Cherry, are you besties now?"
"She's nice, and fun too. I think we'll get along pretty well."
"And what about Antwan, was he over there earlier?"
She took a second before answering.
"Antwan? Yeah, he was there. He's nice too. Apparently, he owns a club."
"A club, what kind of club?"
"A nightclub downtown, apparently it's popular."
"Oh..."
"Yep. Anyway, they invited us over for lunch tomorrow."
"And are we going?"
"Yes. Hon, it will be a good way to get to know our neighbors. Besides, Antwan insisted." she said, looking at me.
"Alright babe, guess we're having lunch at their place tomorrow... but right now, I want you," I said, kissing her and beginning to grope at her ass.
"Hon, not right now." she pushed me away from her.
"But you said that earlier, you can't blue ball me twice in one day."
She laughed and rubbed my thigh, "Poor you."
"Damn right, poor me..."
She began to rub my crotch, "Need to cum bad, huh?"
I nodded, my breathing getting heavier as I felt her touch. She kept rubbing and massaging my dick through my shorts.
"Does that feel good?" she stared into my eyes, and I nodded, looking back into hers.
She brought her lips to my ear, breathing warm air against my skin, "Are you gonna cum for me, baby? Gonna make a big mess?" kissing and sucking on my earlobe as she spoke.
I was panting, "Uhn. Y. Yeah... I'm gonna..."
She reached down with her other hand and took out her breast and plopped it into my mouth. "Mmm, there we go, suck on my titty and make a big mess."
I sucked on her tit, getting saliva all over it, moaning like a goon, and felt dizzy with arousal for her, bucking my hips against her hand.
She knew I was on the verge of cumming, "Let it out, Tim. Cum. Cum for me."
My body began bucking and spasming, "Ah! Ah! Uhn!" spewing my cum into my shorts, falling back onto the sofa and catching my breath.
She laughed leaning over me and kissing me, "Feel better now?"
Red-faced, I nodded, feeling a bit strange about cumming in that manner, "Uhuh. Definitely." taking a moment to gather myself.
Jennifer sat back on the sofa and turned her attention to watching some TV show.
Feeling the uncomfortable feeling of cum cooling in my shorts, I stood up, telling Jennifer I needed to go take a shower. She laughed, "You definitely need a shower."
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End of Chapter 1.
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Jennifer and I finished up our evening watching TV, snuggling on our sofa, and just enjoying each other's company. I love everything little thing about my wife, from the way she talks to the way she walks, her mannerisms, and her sense of humor. She is perfect, and I would let her know it every chance I got.
We would have to travel 50 miles back to Hillsberg, the town we lived in previously, to attend early morning Mass at 9 am the following day, which was a Sunday. We would be attending the Mass with Jennifer's parents, as we did every Sunday, our move 50 miles across the state wasn't going to change that, though I was dreading the idea of having to drive the distance there and back every week. I was also raised as a Christian, but it was very casual, we didn't regularly attend Mass or anything. Jennifer's parents, however, were very religious. Mass was an important thing for them, and so it was an important thing for Jennifer too. Sunday was Mass Day; we hadn't missed a Sunday Mass in years.
Jennifer had a good balance between religion and life in general. While she practically knew every verse of the bible, due to her upbringing in a religious family, she was never overbearing with it, and it definitely didn't make her dull. She knew how to have fun, while at the same time remaining respectful of the values Christianity embedded in her. I felt it gave her a good moral guideline to go through life with, the same such morals that I carried myself.
We woke up that following morning to my alarm clock, it was 6:30 am. Waking up earlier than necessary would give us enough time to have a nice breakfast, get dressed, prepare ourselves for the day ahead, and not be in too much of a rush. I slept like a baby again last night.
Shutting off the alarm clock, I rolled over on the bed and grabbed Jennifer, squeezing her.
"Good morning, beautiful," I smiled.
"Arrrhnnn", she let out a deep yawn, and had a big stretch, before smiling back, "good morning, hon."
I sat up on the side of the bed and slipped my feet into a pair of slippers that I wore around the house, turning my neck to look at Jennifer, "pancakes?"
She was already scrolling through her phone by the time I looked back at her, sitting upright against the headboard of our bed, "Mhmm, with honey, bananas, and strawberries pleaseee," she chirped back in response.
I headed downstairs and into the kitchen, still waking up as I got to work making our breakfast.
Around 15 minutes later, Jennifer joined me in the kitchen. Just as I was dishing out our breakfast and setting it on the table, she took a seat, as did I, and I poured each of us a cup of coffee.
"Looks great, thank you, hon," she said.
"You're welcome, babe." I sighed and continued, "Not looking forward to this two-way 50-mile trip."
"I know, but it's got to be done, it is Sunday tradition after all," she said, tucking into her pancakes with a knife and fork.
"I suppose", I agreed, it was Sunday tradition after all.
We both sat at the kitchen table eating our breakfasts, Jennifer was scrolling through her phone, and I was reading the local newspaper, getting some more insight into the area of Kingstown, the town we had moved to. On the front page, there was a story about a cat that got stuck up a tree, with a picture of three firemen standing around, one of them holding the cat that got rescued. When a story like that makes the front page of the newspaper, it's a safe bet to say it's a peaceful area.
I was finishing up my breakfast when I remembered that I forgot to mention to Jennifer about that man Harold that approached me yesterday. "Oh, Babe, I forgot to mention it, did you meet a neighbor of ours named Harold from across the way yet?"
She looked from her phone screen to me, "Harold? No, doesn't ring a bell, how come?"
I continued, "He approached me yesterday when I was in our driveway, he was really on edge, he was saying to me about how he used to be married to..."
***Baby, baby, baby, ohh, like baby, baby, baby***
That was the ringtone to Jennifer's phone, it always made me laugh, "When are you going to change that?" I chuckled. It was the lyrics of a famous song by a pop star a few years back.
She laughed too, jesting, "Oh, whatever! You looove it." as she looked back down at her phone, "It's mom." she said, and answered her phone.
"Hey, mom. Yeah, we just got breakfast, just about to get dressed then we'll be on our way. We won't be late, we'll be there on time." she looked at me, shaking her head and playfully rolling her eyes, as her mom seemed to be lecturing her about Mass punctuality. "There is no traffic on a Sunday. Ok, mom, I love you too, see you at Mass. I will."
She hung up and looked at me, "Mom says you have to be careful driving us to Mass, mister."
I laughed, "Sounds like Claudia!"
Jennifer's mom, Claudia, is a very religious woman, I don't think I've even once heard her say a cuss word. She dresses very elegantly, and always looks her best. Although in her fifties now, she could easily pass for a woman in her early forties. She has auburn hair too, like Jennifer, and although she never shows it off, it's evident she keeps her body in shape. Jennifer definitely got her good looks from Claudia, because her ******* isn't the most handsome man in the world, to put it politely.
George Stevens, Jennifer's *******, is short in stature and has a bit of a belly on him. While not physically gifted, nor very handsome, he is very book smart, and he's a good honest man. Every time we go over to their house, he's in their basement engaging in his hobby of 'Model Building', Model Building is an activity that involves making scaled-down model versions of aircraft, ships, or anything really. He's fascinated with World War II, so most of the stuff he creates are models from that era. He's a patriot, and he loves his country, you only needed to see the flagpole with an American flag on their lawn to know that.
Getting dressed, I wore some nice tan checked trousers, with a belt, a beige shirt, and a brown leather pair of shoes. "Think I'll need a sweater too?"
Jennifer shook her head, looking at me in the mirror of her vanity, as she sat there doing her makeup. "I don't think so, it's going to be really hot again today."
Jennifer always looked beautiful for Church, she had her hair up in a French Twist and was wearing an elegant blue and white, flower-patterned frill dress, that came down to about knee length, complimented with a shallow pair of white heels.
"You ready, babe? We should probably get going, if we're late your mom will disown us." I joked.
"Uhuh, let's get going." Jennifer said, grabbing her purse, and we headed out the door.
Pulling out of the driveway in the car, we saw Cherry standing on the porch of her house. She was wearing a silk nightgown, with her left arm cupped under her cleavage and supporting her right elbow as she stood there smoking a cigarette. Her hair was a mess, which got me thinking about what she might have been getting up to before stepping outside for a smoke. Jennifer and I waved at her, and she waved back.
"We've got lunch with them later, she said yesterday to stop by around 2 pm," Jennifer said.
"Think we'll be back in time?" I asked.
"Yeah, Mass only lasts an hour, we'll easily be back in time," she said, reaching for a nob on the radio and putting some music on.
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An hour or so later, we pulled up in the parking lot outside the church. There was a decent crowd of people, so we couldn't see where her parents were. Jennifer called her mom on her cellphone, "Whereabouts are you both? Outside the entrance? Ok, we're just parking, we'll be right over. See you in a sec."
Walking over to the entrance we spotted them and began to greet them. Jennifer gave her dad a big hug, before going over to her mom and doing the same, she got talking with her mom about something, as her dad, George held out his hand to me for a handshake. He was old-fashioned like that.
I shook his hand as he spoke, "How's the new location treating you, Tim, you and Jen settling in well?"
I nodded with a smile, "It's great, George. Couldn't ask for a better place. I'm loving that it's closer to my work office too, less time commuting gives me more time to catch up on my beauty sleep!" I joked.
He laughed, "I could do with a little more of that myself."
I then felt Claudia's gaze on me, and it was, I smiled and greeted her, "Hey, Claudia, you look very stunning."
She smiled, "Hello, Tim, thank you. You didn't have to speed to get here on time, did you?"
"Oh, not at all. You know me, Claudia, Law-abiding citizen here."
"That's what I like to hear," she said, looking over her shoulder. "Looks like Mass is about to get started, let's get seated."
Jennifer's parents walked in front of us, and we followed them inside, scooting into the row of seats beside them and getting seated as Pastor Rogers began to speak. Everyone bowed their heads as the Mass opened with prayer. Claudia was holding her rosary beads in her hands and was chiming along with every word of the prayer. I respected her faith, and I respected her as a person. Although I wasn't as devoted of a Christian myself, I still believed in the values and the way of life. Claudia was honestly a perfect example of how a Christian woman should be, and probably a perfect example of how a woman should be in general. She is who I have to thank for Jennifer being the wonderful woman she turned out to be.
After the mass, Jennifer and I, with her mom's insistence, decided to go back to her parent's house, which was a few minutes' drive away from the church, for a coffee and some scones her mom had baked.
We sat around the coffee table in their living room, chatting about anything and everything. I took a bite from a scone that had jam and clotted cream on it. Almost using the Lord's name in vain, I remembered whose company I was in, and opted for another word.
"Gosh, Claudia, these scones are amazing."
Claudia was sat upright, with good posture, on the sofa across from Jennifer and I, with her legs crossed, wearing a long, but stylish dress. "Do you like them, Tim? I'm glad. You know I taught Jennifer the recipe for those scones when she was younger."
I looked at Jennifer as I replied, "Oh, did you? Jen, I'm going to have to get you to bake me some of these in the future!"
Jennifer looked at her mom, "Mom, he's already spoiled with my baking as it is, I baked him an apple pie yesterday."
Claudia spoke to Jennifer, "Did you use Granny Smith apples?"
Jennifer laughed, "Of course, mom, it would be a crime to bake an apple pie with any other brand of apple."
George re-joined us in the living room and sat down on the sofa beside Claudia. "Dad, you've got jam on your shirt," Jennifer said, chuckling. He had a big dollop of jam running down the middle of his white shirt.
"Oh, George." Claudia groaned, looking at the mess on his skirt, reaching for a handkerchief, and started patting at it.
After a second or two of Claudia fussing with George's shirt, George looked at Jennifer and me, and began to speak, "So, you two made any friends in your new neighborhood yet?"
I shook my head, "Can't say I have, George, but you know Jen, she's already made a bestie..."
Jennifer nudged my shoulder as she looked at her dad, "I got chatting with a nice couple that lives beside us, they're nice. They actually invited us to lunch today, so it will give us a chance to get to know them more."
George continued to ask questions, "And what do they do for work?"
Jennifer replied to her dad, "Well, Antwan owns a club as far as I know. As for Cherry, I think Cherry's just a housewife, well, not a housewife since they're not married, but I don't think she works."
George seemed eager to know more, glancing at me, then at his wife, before looking back to Jennifer. "Antwan, isn't that a black name? Are they a black couple?"
Jennifer looked as though she wished the conversation never arose. "Not exactly," she explained, "Antwan is a black man, and Cherry is a white woman. They're an interracial couple."
George appeared a little taken aback by that. He looked at Claudia, "We never saw that kind of thing when we were growing up, did we?"
Claudia shook her head, "No, it wasn't something you would ever see, and you still don't see that kinda thing around here in Hillsberg. As we all know, Pastor Rogers has spoken about it before in church, he said no good ever comes from the mixing of the races, and he has preached about how unnatural it is."
George agreed with the sentiment that Pastor Rogers held, "I don't have a racist bone in my body, those blacks even fought on our side in World War II, and still fight in our armed forces to do to this day," and then came the inevitable 'but', "but they just don't mix right with us in society, we've all seen how that goes, and how they treat their women, heck, what's the percentage of young black men that grow up without a *******? All I'm saying is, they're not like us, they don't have our values."
The air of the room felt a little tense, I was keeping out of the conversation, and didn't want to get involved in it at all, and then of course... George turned to look at me.
"What do you think about all this interracial stuff, Tim?" he asked.
I was taking a sip of my coffee, swallowed, and rested the coffee mug on my lap. I didn't know how to respond, so I just went with a neutral response. "Each to their own, I guess. As long as it doesn't impede on my quality of life."
George quickly rebutted, "Can't have that passive sort of stance on things when it comes to an opinion about society, Tim. The thing is it will impede on your quality of life, perhaps not in a direct way, but what's not good for society can't be good for a man or woman living in the society."
I hadn't seen George so engaged in a conversation in, well, ever, this topic really seemed to hit a nerve with him. I would have to admit, it was the first time I've seen a man ranting about societal values with a jam stain all over his shirt. I noticed Claudia reaching over and putting her hand on his lap as if to inform him to take it down a notch. He seemed to take her hint.
I nodded as George ranted as if I understood what he just said, "I guess you've got a point, George. It's definitely something I will have to think about more and form a better opinion on."
Jennifer stood up and straightened out her dress, "I think we better get back on the road," she walked over to her mom and gave her a big hug, "Love you, mom." Her mom hugged her back, "I love you too, sweetie. We'll take a drive up to Kingstown next Saturday once you've both got settled in up there." Jennifer nodded, "Mhm, we'll make a day of it, and get a barbecue going." She then went over to her dad and gave him a big hug too, while I stood up and hugged Claudia, she spoke into my ear, "You take care of her up there in Kingstown, Tim." I nodded, "I will, Claudia, you know I will."
Jennifer broke her hug with her dad, and he held out his hand to me for a goodbye handshake. Shaking his hand, he informed me he had something for me. He went off to another room in the house for a few moments, before returning. In his hand was a vintage wristwatch. "What do ya think?" I wasn't really into watches, but he had a beam about his face as he was giving it to me, so I acted as though I thought it was really cool. What I did find really warming though, was what he said next, "My ******* gave it to me when I was about your age, Tim, and I never had a ******* to pass it down to, and well, you're the closest thing I've got to a *******." That started the beginning of the end of our handshaking days, we were now in hug territory. I embraced him in a hug and thanked him for saying that, and that it meant a lot to me to hear him say that. He patted me on the back, "Put it away somewhere safe when you're not wearing it."
After saying our goodbyes, Jennifer and I were back on the road, it was a little past 1 pm, but it felt like it should have been later than that, maybe it was all the driving that made the day feel long.
Jennifer looked at the watch on my wrist as my hand rested on the steering wheel. "He's sentimental like that, you know."
I nodded, looking out at the open road ahead, "He is, he's a good man, your dad."
Jennifer smiled, "I love him to pieces. Though, I now know not to mention anything about black folk around him again," she chuckled.
I laughed, "I know, I hadn't seen him so animated in years."
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Jennifer and I arrived home a little before 2 pm, we went into our house and freshened up before heading over to our new neighbor's house for lunch.
"Any idea what Cherry's whipping us up for lunch?" I said to Jennifer, opening a button on my shirt to let a little cool air onto my chest.
"She said she's going to surprise us," Jennifer stated, looking into the mirror in our hallway and touching up her makeup.
"Well, I hope the portions she's making are big, I'm starving," I said as my tummy let out an audible grumble.
Jennifer looked at me and laughed, "I can hear your tummy. Ok, let's get going. Actually, Wait... I nearly forgot", she went over to a cabinet in our kitchen and pulled out an unopened bottle of red wine. "A little gift for our neighbors," she smiled, as we began to walk out of our front door and over to Cherry and Antwan's place.
***Knock Knock***
I tapped on the glass part of their wooden door. Through the glass, we could see all the way down their hallway, and partially into their kitchen area. A few moments passed, and there didn't seem to be any movement from inside the house, but their car was in the driveway, so surely they had to be home. I looked at Jennifer and she shrugged, with a confused look on her face. "They should be home, knock again," she urged.
***Knock Knock***
I tapped on the door again, a little harder this time, and then we saw Cherry's head poke around a wall that led into their kitchen. She was smiling and quickly came walking down her hallway towards the front door. She was wearing a really tight, just above the knee-length red skirt that seemed to restrict her movement partially, and a white blouse that showed off a lot of cleavage. We could hear her heels clacking on the marble floor of her hallway as she approached the door.
Opening the door, she beamed with a big smile that spread her red-lipsticked coated plump lips around her pearly white teeth. There was no doubt that she had work done there too, her smile was immaculate. Squealing with excitement she hugged Jennifer and gave her a friendly kiss on the cheek, "Come on in, babe!" Jennifer was smiling too and was matching Cherry's energy, hugging her back. "Heya. Here, we got you a bottle of red wine," Jennifer said, passing it to Cherry.
"Thanks, babe, we'll have it finished off by the time lunch is over," she giggled, before turning to look at me.
"Hello, Timothy," she said with a pause in her current excitement.
"Hey, Cherry. Do-" she cut me off mid-sentence as I was trying to make small talk, and talked over me.
"Timothy, you're a computer guy, right? Would you mind looking at our TV, there's something wrong with it, the screen goes fuzzy sometimes." She looked at me expectantly.
"Oh, sure thing, Cherry, I can take a look at it."
She stepped back further into her hallway and pointed towards their living room, "It's in there."
"I'll see what I can d-", she cut me off again, turning her attention back to Jennifer, her excited upbeat tone returning, "Come on, babe, I've got to tell you all the gossip!"
Jennifer looked at me and we sort of shared a half smile in regard to how Cherry was so upbeat about things. Their heels clacked on the marble floor as Jennifer followed along with Cherry into her kitchen. Cherry continued talking to Jennifer, "Remember what I was telling you yesterday about the new car Antwan was thinking about getting?"
Jennifer nodded, "I remember you mentioning it, the Bentley?"
Cherry squealed, "Yesssss. That's where Antwan is right now, he's with his friend Darnell picking it up! Mhmm, what Antwan wants, Antwan gets."
I was left standing there in the hallway in the after-plume of perfume that Cherry was wearing, it smelled like Chanel, or something expensive. I stepped into her living room to see what the problem was with her TV, I was pretty savvy with technology, so I'd likely figure out what the problem was. Taking a moment to look around her living room, I noticed there were blunts in the ashtrays, and there was a distinct smell of marijuana too. On the walls, there were nice pieces of artwork, though they had a very Africanized theme to them. One picture displayed the continent of Africa, and within the boundaries of the artistically drawn continent, there was a face of a black man. When I looked closer at it, I recognized the face to be Malcolm X, a prominent figure during the civil rights movement back in the 60s. I shrugged it off thinking, it's their house, and if that's their taste in artwork, well... each to their own.
Getting to work on figuring out what was wrong with their TV, it only took me a few minutes to figure out they had a fault cable.
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
**Boooom** **Brrrr** **Booom**
Hearing the sound of music blaring from a car outside, I peered outside the living room window. Sure enough, it was Antwan arriving home in the new Bentley I overheard Cherry talking about.
I guess it was time to meet Antwan.
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End of part 2
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