Chapter 2: The Deception's Origin

March 17, 1991:

Teresa Magavio and her 3 best friends had taken a much-needed vacation from their university classwork and headed off to Panama City for spring break. Teresa, Jill, Mary, and Tammy were all about to graduate from the Auburn University school of architecture and begin their professional lives. All of them had been looking to relax, work on their tans, and maybe enjoy a bit of harmless romance along the way.

Since arriving on Friday evening, the ladies had spent 2 days on the beach soaking up the sun and the previous evening out on the town. All 4 were now legal at 21 years old, and the sights and sounds of “PC” during spring break were intoxicating all by themselves.

Even though it was a Sunday, the bars were opening early and planning on being open late. St. Patrick’s Day always being a significant draw even without the out of state revelers in attendance.

Just after 4 pm, the ladies were packing up their beach gear and getting ready to head back to their hotel when Jill, a hot leggy blonde from New York, spotted a group of guys walking by. The guys had paused their conversation and slowed their pace as they moved past the four women.

“Hey!” said Jill. “What you’s guys up, ‘tah?”

“Christ, Jill...” Mary, a chesty redhead from Alabama, said under her breath, “those guys are black...”

“Yeah...” drawled Tammy, a native Georgia Peach, “and they’re SERIOUSLY built too!”

Teresa noticed the large, snug bulges in the four dark men’s speedos. She almost giggled out loud at her thought. “Yeah, they may be built, but my Sam is probably twice the man of any of them...” She was thinking about her boyfriend back in Auburn. Sam Johnson was the graduate student teaching her computer-aided drafting class. They had been dating for just over a month, and Sam was packing the biggest cock Teresa had ever seen. No one would have ever suspected that at 5’8” the pale and skinny blonde was packing 11” of man meat. The mental image of Sam with a full erection being more massive than his forearms always got her wet. Jill invited the four black men to sit with them.

The four strangers sat together, facing the girls. They were introduced as Steve, Sean, Scott, and Sam.

“Sam?” Teresa asked excitedly, causing a sly smile to creep across this new man’s face.

“Technical Sargent Samuel Jackson...” he said, extending his hand. “Sorry, I keep forgetting I’ve been mustered out! That’s just Samuel Jackson now ... but my friends call me Sam.”

Mr. Jackson went on to explain that he and his friends had all been enlisted men in the Air Force and had been discharged after returning from the recently completed war again Iraq.

“Somebody decided that our squadron was to be phased out, support people, and all.”

The four friends had served together for 3 years, working in a photo-recon crew. Steve, Sean, and Scott had been airplane technicians, Sam was the ‘photography specialist,’ maintaining all of the camera gear for the squadron.

“Sean, Scott, and me are headed to Memphis tomorrow,” said Steve. “We’re all starting work for FedEx!” added Sean. “We’re going to triple what the Air Force was paying us!” said Scott with a big grin.

“What about you?” Teresa asked Mr. Jackson.

“I’m opening my own photography business here in P.C. Going to do portraits and shoot candids for the tourists,” Mr. Jackson said. He looked into Teresa’s eyes, somehow looking inside her, his impossibly blue eyes staring deep into her soul.

At that very moment, she felt a pinch in her left side and winced a bit at the pain. Jill leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Did you just cum? Oh my god, that is so hot! Damn girl, if you don’t take him, I will!”

Teresa never broke eye contact with Mr. Jackson as she weakly nodded her head to her friend. Not hearing her words, just responding on some other level. A more primal level...

An image flashed in Teresa’s imagination. A picture of her crawling across the beach blanket and pushing Mr. Jackson on his back, his arms stretched wide. Moving up his body to straddle his waist, she pushed her hand into the top of his speedos and removed his hardening black cock. Stroking it 3 or 4 times, she pulled the crotch of her swimsuit aside and guided him into her depths. She pounded on him rapidly, her cum upon her in mere seconds.

Teresa’s imagination had taken her to the edge of a supreme orgasm. Seeing through her eyes again, she saw Mr. Jackson’s gaze had not wavered. She felt something deep inside her like a switch was being thrown, and she came. She came as she had never done before! Her body began twitching as her head suddenly got light, and her eyes closed involuntarily. She felt the blackness envelop her.

A few moments of silence later, Teresa’s consciousness returned. She realized she must have fainted. She also realized that someone was giving her mouth to mouth. Not kissing her, attempting to revive her. Opening her eyes, she saw that Mr. Jackson was the one giving her CRP. She put her arm on his shoulder to indicate she was alert. Mr. Jackson leaned back and helped Teresa to sit up. She was still pale and shaky.

“OK, no more margarita’s for you!” Amy laughed, “At least not on an empty stomach.”

Teresa surveyed the group. Her three friends were alternately looking to see if she was alright and looking at the group of men lustfully. Three of the men returned their looks, Mr. Jackson looked only at Teresa.

“Listen, guys, I think we all want to spend more time together. Why don’t we all go get cleaned up and meet for dinner and drinks around 7? Do you know a good Irish place around?”

Just past 7 pm, the four young ladies stepped out of a cab in front of O’Connell’s Irish Pub. All were wearing their shortest, tightest outfits. Entering the bar, they were all given green plastic hats and various sets of green accessories, which they quickly added to their outfits. Searching around the place, they soon found their new friends at a large table right in front of the bandstand. Over the next several hours, they all ate, laughed, danced, and consumed large amounts of various green drinks.

Teresa was very quiet for a change. Spending all of her time sitting next to Mr. Jackson, dancing only with him. Lost in thought about her life, her future She thought about everything ... everything except her boyfriend, Sam. Around midnight someone suggested retiring “somewhere quieter...” Sam & his friends tossed a small pile of bills on the table, and the eight of them started on shaky legs for the door.

Steve, Sam & Scott stood with Tammy, Mary, and Jill waiting for the next cab to pull up. Teresa touched Mr. Jackson on the arm and whispered to him, “Do you have somewhere private we could go?” Smiling at the tall brunette, Mr. Jackson nodded.

“Hey, gang ... Teresa and I are going for a walk on the beach. We’ll catch up to you later.”

Steve waved at them as he and Mary climbed in a taxi.

“Don’t have too much fun!” teased Jill as she and Scott moved into the taxi behind them.

“We’ll follow in the next one,” Sean told the group as he and Tammy started to kiss. Taking Teresa by the hand, Mr. Jackson led her down towards the beach.

They walked along the beach in silence, hand in hand. Teresa and Mr. Jackson had to tiptoe past groups of drunken revelers in the beachside bars. Then they had to step over the occasional couple in the shadows of the sand. Mr. Jackson stopped them just behind a small strip mall and led Teresa up the dunes towards it.

“You did ask for someplace more private...” as he unlocked the door into the building.

Stenciled on the door was an image of an old-time camera and in cursive script “Sam Jackson Photography.” As Teresa walked inside, she smelled the odor of wet paint and new carpeting. As the overhead lights came on, she saw the unfinished reception area, and a curtain obscuring the room behind.

“Going to have photos along this wall,” Mr. Jackson said, gesturing to his right. “A couch over here and a reception desk right there.”

Teresa was lost in thought.

She wanted this man.

Her new Sam...

“What’s in the back?”

“A studio and a darkroom. You want to see?”

“Oh, I want to see everything,” Teresa said and followed him behind the curtain.

There was an area about the size of a bathroom over to the left with a large red light bulb above the door. “Let me guess, the darkroom?” Mr. Jackson smiled and nodded.

“The restroom is through that other door there,” pointing over his shoulder.

The only thing in the room was an old wooden dinner table with a couple of cameras lying on it along with a couple of flash units mounted on poles. Teresa walked over to the table and started looking at the cameras, ignoring Mr. Jackson as he went on and on about lighting and moving into video one day. When he realized that she wasn’t listening, he walked over to the table and stood close to the tall beauty.

Teresa was startled by his sudden appearance behind her. So suddenly close to her. His breath on her neck. His left handing her hip. His right hand reaching around her...

“Oh my God, I am so turned on by this man!” She thought.

Mr. Jackson’s hand moved chastely past Teresa’s right hip and picked up one of the cameras. Reaching his left hand and taking a cable off the table, gently nudging her hand with his. He plugged the cable into the camera and stepped back from the woman.

A bright flash of light blinded Teresa momentarily. She looked up at Mr. Jackson from under her bangs and smiled at him. Then, another flash of light. Teresa began to move around and strike fashion model type poses, all the while Mr. Jackson snapping away. After about 20 shots, he paused and put down the camera. “Have to load more film, only take a jiff...”