Chapter 4

The next morning, Jeremy walked into my room and casually asked me what I'd be wearing for his friend's visit that afternoon. He had told me last night that the friend who would be visiting today was the guy who supplied his drugs and somebody he owed a lot of money to.

I asked him why he didn't just pay the guy, since money isn't a problem in this house, but he said the guy wasn't interested in money. He was interested in me!

"How did he know about me?" I asked intrigued. "Have I ever met him?"

"No, you haven't," Jeremy answered. "But everybody I know knows about you and knows how hot you are."

"Did you suggest that he could have me instead of money?" I asked skeptically.

"No, but it's all he wants. And I don't blame him."

I was utterly fascinated now, and not a little flattered. With all of the easily available young sex available nowadays, so Jeremy tells me, this boy wanted me. I felt like a terrible seductress. And very much looking forward to meeting this young boy who wanted me so much.

"Well, what would you like me to wear for your friend?" I asked. "Something sexy?"

"Absolutely!" he grinned "That bikini you wore yesterday was really hot, and you saw what it did to my buds. Why don't you wear that again?"

"Well, I guess I could," I said. "It did get a lot of attention, didn't it?" But I got the most attention when the bikini disappeared," I added with a giggle.

"I hope you weren't surprised. You know all those guys have wanted to fuck you or like forever, right? So when you walked out there like totally nude they just went nuts. How long did it take for someone to fuck you, like ten seconds."

I laughed. "Well, it was pretty obvious, that I was available, I guess," I said, "and I guess everybody knew about the X that Danny put in my beer, right? So I'm pretty sure they were confident that they'd get me before long. It did happen pretty fast, though, didn't it? Danny was in me right after I set the burgers down!"

"Danny's wanted to fuck you for the last couple of years. It's all he talks about. At least we made some money last night! Listen, this guy today is really, really special. If he's happy, he can get me a ton of good connections. So look really hot, okay?"

"Don't I always?" I smirked.

"Yeah, you do. Always! But like I said, this guy is really important to what I want to do. And he really wants you."

"You mean to have sex with me, right?"

"Yeah, that and maybe a little something else. I'll explain later, but he's an important guy around here and I need you to service him."

"Just this once?"

"Just do it, okay. We'll talk about what else later. Just don't get the guy upset. Do what he tells you."

"He sounds kinda scary, Jeremy. How did you get hooked up with him?"

"I'll explain it later. Just be a really good fuck for him."

This whole situation was beginning to sound stranger and stranger, but I was still sure I could deal pretty easily with any of Jeremy's sixteen-year-old buddies. And I really did want Jeremy to be happy, and even more I wanted him to be proud of me. So I decided I'd go all the way with the bikini this time. I probably was going to let his friend fuck me this one time, but that would be it. So for now, I'd be Jeremy's sexy little love slave. I reached to the back of my drawer and pulled out the one bikini I never thought I could ever wear.

I'd only tried it on once. It could hardly be called a bikini at all. The little silver lame patch that made up the bra did not fully cover my nipples and the teeny slip of material that covered my pussy was hardly wider than a string. It really covered nothing. I'd bought it as a little joke for Bill, but never even had the courage to show it to him. It would surely drive a sixteen year old nuts!

I pulled it from the drawer and handed it to Jeremy.

"Would you like me to wear this?"

"Try it on. Let me see."

Like yesterday, I asked him to turn around while I stepped out of my shorts and top and into the teeny bit of string that was the bikini. Glancing in the mirror, I saw nothing but flesh! I was for all intents and purposes nude!

"Okay, you can look," I said. "Too much for your friend?" I asked shyly.

"Perfect for my friend!" he said. "That is so motherfucking hot! He'll want to fuck you the second he sees you!"

I took a step toward him and watched the thin strip covering my pussy disappear in between my labia. There was nothing covering my sex now but string.

"Perfect," he said again. "I'd fuck you right now, but I want you hot when he gets here."

"Jeremy," I said quietly. "You really don't understand a woman. If you want me really, really hot when your friend comes, then fuck me now!"

Luckily, he didn't tear the bikini when he threw me on the bed and impaled me on his big stiff rod. It was a quick and furious fuck, but it definitely put me in a sexy mood, a very sexy mood, just as I said it would. I didn't climax, but that just made me crazy for sex. A simple touch might be enough right now. Jeremy's friend was going to have a much hotter little slut than he would have otherwise.

Jeremy left to do something, and I went to take a shower to prepare for his friend's visit. Though still not sure I was going to go along with all of Jeremy's request, I was suddenly intrigued about meeting this guy who was so important to my son. I definitely wanted to look desirous. And I would be!

I took a long time with my hair and makeup. I carefully shaved my legs and pussy to a creamy smoothness. Even though it was mid afternoon, I decided on an evening look and applied long, dramatic false eyelashes with heavy mascara, light blue eye shadow with a tinge of glitter, and a deep, ruby red lip gloss. Some long, dangly ear rings completed the look I wanted. I looked irresistible, I knew. I felt terribly sexy and adventurous. And I also knew I was probably very, very close now to doing what Jeremy wanted me to do! No, I was more than close. All this preparation had aroused both my body and my mind. Yes, I would do whatever Jeremy had in mind for his friend. I knew that now.

I had asked Jeremy to call me before he came home with his friend, and just as I'd finished getting ready, the phone rang. He was on his way. Five minutes, he said.

I slipped into the bikini, slathered myself in lotion, and walked out to the cabana to pose myself on one of the lounge chairs there. I felt like a goddess, and knew I looked like one.

A few minutes later, I heard Jeremy's car pull into the driveway. And suddenly, a cold chill ran down my back. The man I heard talking to my son as they walked up the drive was very obviously not a young boy ... and he was very obviously not white, either!

As the gate to the backyard opened and my son and his friend entered, my suspicions were confirmed. My son's friend was a very tall, muscular black man covered in tattoos who appeared to be in his late twenties or early thirties. Closer to my age than to Jeremy's. This was no boy!

I was astonished. Though Bill and I had taken pains to raise our children apart from the prejudice that was such a huge part of our own lives, Jeremy should have been aware that the simple fact of his mother having grown up in the Deep South would make what he was asking her to do now deeply troubling. I had never so much as hugged a black man. And now he intended for me to have sex with one!

I simply sat there stunned. I was ready to go along with Jeremy's desire for me to have sex with one of his normal friends. This was different. I no longer thought I could not go along with this!

Jeremy and his friend walked over to where I was nervously waiting.His friend just coolly examined me from head to toe, lingering on my breast and belly for an embarrassingly long time. I could feel myself start to squirm anxiously.

"Your moms be a fine looking bitch, Jer," he said finally. "Just like you said."

Jeremy just laughed and said that a lot of guys had told him that and introduced his friend as Rasheed. I smiled somewhat artificially and said I was glad to meet him. Rasheed continued to look me up and down.

"Your bros told you right, Jer. That is a fine piece. I'm going to enjoy fucking her," Rasheed said, speaking to Jeremy but smiling broadly at me. "Stand up and let's have us a better look at you, bitch," he said sternly to me.

What happened next still seems so, so strange, almost surreal. I still don't know what it was or why I acted like I did. Maybe it was merely Rasheed's absolute confidence and his utter certainty that he was going to fuck me. Whatever it was, it left me both confused and terribly frightened. I sat there frozen.

"Now, bitch!"

Rasheed's sharp command startled me. Something about the tone of his voice or maybe something else entirely made me feel like a little girl with no choice but to obey. My head seemed in a completely different place. I felt I had no choice but to obey. I looked at Jeremy, who didn't seem bothered at all by Rasheed's command. I looked at Rasheed, who just stood there waiting for me to obey. Maybe I felt if I didn't obey, either I or Jeremy would be hurt. Truthfully, I don't really know. But I stood up. As I arose, I watched the little slip of cloth covering my vagina disappear between my labia. Rasheed just smiled.

"Nice cunt. Great tits. Now turn around. Let me see your ass."

I did that, too, and was only mildly surprised when Rasheed quickly untied the two bows holding my thong in place and pulled it from my body. I offered no resistance whatsoever. "Get the top for me, will you Jer," Rasheed said. Jeremy didn't hesitate a second, and in an instant later I was standing totally naked in front of my son and his black friend.

"Why don't you go on now and give us a little chance to get to know each other, bro," Rasheed said to Jeremy"

Jeremy simply said "sure thing" and walked off toward the house, leaving me with this fearsome black man who seemed convinced that he was going to have sex with me! I started to say something, but didn't. I have no idea why I was suddenly incapable of speech. I just stood frozen in place with my back to a very scary Negro who was intent on taking me.

Approaching me from the rear, Rasheed cupped both breasts in his hands and kissed the back of my neck. I still remember vividly the strangeness of seeing those huge black hands enveloping my very white breasts. I know he could feel me tense up as he began to kneed my boobs and caress my involuntarily hardening nipples. I heard him chuckle slightly. "Turn around now, bitch. Let me have a look at that pussy again."

Again, I simply, but inexplicably, did as I was told. I turned and faced him and waited for what he would do next.