Paige Turner
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Episode 31: CONNECT FOUR
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 31: CONNECT FOUR - A coming-of-age story. Paige Turner turns 18 in four hours. A daddy's girl taken to the brink and happy to do it all. At 4'11, 107 pounds she's a little cutie ready to live life to its most extreme. What daddy wants; daddy gets! So, yes incest. But this goes far beyond that. Cum say hello to the fiery redhead who acts younger than she really is. Baby like voice that could melt glaciers, Paige is growing up fast and every dick nearby is rising.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Incest Father Daughter Humiliation Gang Bang Group Sex Black Male White Male White Female Exhibitionism First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Voyeurism
Wednesday night at the Turner home!
“Salad officially tossed!”
Paige Turner hurled her salad tongs aside onto the counter while her father Lonnie checked on his porkchops in the oven, preferring baked over fried.
“Chops are close.” He resealed the oven door, twisting to look about at everything. “Potatoes mashed! Green beans with bacon simmering! Our dinner rolls ready to toss in when the chops come out. What’s left? Oh, yeah! Bottle of wine to chill. Get the ice bucket out and put the bottle in with a tray of ice around it.”
“Really, Daddy! Do we really need a bucket of ice?”
“Guess not. Nervous is all!”
“Relax! Ms. Johnson likes you daddy. There is no need to be too extravagant.”
“So, the flowers I bought her were too much?”
“Noooo! Flowers are good. Just maybe not red roses until you admit your undying love for one another.” She giggled! “We can paint them in a hurry.”
“For crying out loud. Go get dressed! They’re here in thirty minutes and you’re nude wearing only a Kiss the Cook apron.”
“With All Over scribbled under the word Cook in black sharpie. I thought it was cute. I’m so clever.”
With an oven mitt on his right hand he muffled a slap to his daughter’s bare ass making her laugh. Assisting her in removing the apron over her long scarlet hair with his free hand he grinned evilly. Pulling the mitt off with his teeth he wags his eyebrows at his daughter and raised his uncovered hand ready for another swat to her bottom. She cringed and tried to evade him squealing “No!” In response he tickled her instead, sharing good times. Finally, Lonnie pecked her on the cheek lovingly with a grunt.
“SCOOT BEFORE I BOOT.” She was gone. As she vanished from the kitchen, he yells out a demand. “Put on a nice dress.”
“I know just the one.”
He should have picked it out himself. Lord have mercy!
Thirty minutes on the kitchen egg timer Lonnie knew he was out of borrowed time. Chops out, dinner rolls in. Regardless of what Paige said, he did put a bottle of red wine in an ice bucket. His wanting to impress Deborah Johnson was impacting his imagination. Eying the apron he decided to wear it himself just for kicks. He knew Paige would call him out on her creativeness, but it was good for a few laughs he thought.
Hearing a pair of car doors out front he made one last check on the dinner rolls so as not to burn them and headed toward the door. In passing he scooped up two roses from the vase on the dinner table and put them between his teeth in a charming manner. It was a good thing Paige clipped the thorns, or he might have been bleeding out.
Doorbell rung he took a deep breath and swiftly opened the door. Eyes bulging at Deborah’s cleavage he nearly let the roses fall from his mouth. She was absolutely radiant, wearing a black dress with a red wavey pattern moving vertically down her gorgeous body and ending at her thigh high hemline. She smiled brightly at the roses as he opened the screen door. Removing the roses he stared for a moment.
“If this is a dream ... don’t wake me up.”
With a warm caress to his cheek Deborah Johnson beamed with pride, “Not even if I stay the night, Big Daddy. It’s ALL going to cum true.” She accepted her rose then followed it up with a kiss to his opposite cheek, her caressing palm still touching him for effect. This led them both into a melding embrace. As he absorbed her delicious scent, he peered down behind Deb to discover her shorter companion.
Gazing up at him with devilish big brown orbs stood Deborah’s daughter Coco alias Coochie. While claiming her own rose the girl mouthed the words. “I’m going to fuck my new daddy.” Lonnie scowled as a silent reply and overlooked her brazen outlook on life.
“This must be Coochie.” He opened up as Deb eased to his side just inside the door.
“My little hellion! God love her.” Deb winced with a thin smirk. “Pray for her soul!”
“Like my outfit?” Coochie twirled in a 360 exhibition. She was wearing a tight white two-piece lace top and skirt. The skirt was so short that her cute white panties and camel toe could be seen. Aiming to behave Lon puckered at her attire.
“You look ... like a baby doll! My daughter has a dress similar but one piece...”
They found themselves interrupted when Paige joined the tense reunion. Easing around her father Paige greeted them with a stunning smile. That is until she noticed Coochie’s ensemble. Dropping her jaw she sighed! “Twins!” Paige was wearing a dress only in black.
“Ebony and Ivory?” Lonnie joked until Deb frowned at him. He cringed slightly until her expression brightened up. Such a kidder! Such kids!
“I love Stevie Wonder. Especially when he felt me up back in the day. Over here! Over here!” Deb broke the tension with her humor then leaned in close enough to hug Paige. “You look beautiful sweetheart. Much better than those pajamas I met you in.”
“I have a brand-new pair of Hello Kitty jammies.” Paige was reminded of her gift via Mister Frank. It suddenly dawned on her that she needed to text the man and say that she missed him. Missing his virgin nephew Robin even more. She would do that later.
“Good for you.” Deb winked! “With buttons I hope.”
Paige pouted at the comment! “I don’t like buttons.”
“Well...” Lonnie clasped his hands as an icebreaker! “Shall we step inside before our neighbors get nosey and think I hired strippers?”
“He thinks I could be a stripper. I so adore this man.” Deb shivered at Coochie who danced like a stripper in front of them, snapping her fingers before rolling her hands all over her petite curvature. “That will be enough of that young lady.” Mommy swatted her kid! “Coochie? This young lady is Paige. Say hello please.”
“Hey, girlfriend! Love the red hair.” Coochie opted to compliment. “I bet those pigtails get tugged all the time. I know my extensions do.”
“I am pretty popular.” Paige snickered with ego! “Love the ponytail extensions.” Paige admired the beaded additions to Coochie’s hair. “If they tug too hard, do they go rolling on the floor like runaway marbles?”
“Only if my head follows them to the floor.” Giggles! Unbelievable! “Foot on my profile!” Oh, no, she didn’t! Deborah could only stare at her unruly child!
Silence briefly, Lonnie ushered everyone inside and closed the door. It was then that Deb noticed the apron. Accepting his offer the Nubian goddess slithered close and kissed his neck. He blushed looking through the corner of his eye at the nosey young girls.
“Um! What’s this all about?” He chuckled! In response Deborah tapped her index finger over the words on his apron. The second Paige realized her father was wearing her apron she narrowed her eyes.
“HEY! THAT’S MY APRON.” Lonnie sighed and enjoyed Deb’s succulent lips. He finally quaked at the chill her warm exhales were leaving upon his neckline. Laughing at his reaction Deb eased back and winked at Paige.
“His apron now, Baby. I love me some, Su Chef. Mm! Mm! Vittles smell good.”
“I think something is burning.” Coochie sniffed the air. “I know I’m hot, it might be me.”
“SHIT! My dinner rolls.”
Lonnie darted away abandoning the ladies to chuckle over his panic attack. Deb setting her purse on an end table by the door smiled before patting Paige on the arm.
“Never let a man cook even if the apron fits.” Her whisper made Paige wrinkle her nose. Watching Deb join Lonnie in the kitchen Paige pivoted on her heel to eye Coochie.
“Down to business! Why are you sending naked videos to my daddy?”
“You know about that?” Coochie snickered! “I like messing with my mommy’s guys.”
“Guys? She has more than one?” Paige lost expression! Cheating already? Nooo!
“Relax, Redlocks!” Dreadlocks! “My mommy isn’t seeing other guys. All she does these days is talk about her Big Daddy. I can see why, your dad is hot.”
“Isn’t it rude to be trying to steal your mom’s boyfriend?”
“Naw! My mom knows I do that shit. I’m a nympho what can I say.”
“Really?” Paige fidgeted, then leaned closer to whisper her own admission. “Me too.”
“I couldn’t tell by the dress. Needs more skin!”
They shared a laugh knowing both were wearing slutty outfits, even if Coco had Paige beat by a smile. Coochie eyed Paige’s lily-white complexion. “White girl can’t get much whiter.”
“I was going to say Coco can’t get much more ... chocolatey.”
“Racist?”
“No! Are you?”
“If I was I wouldn’t want to fuck your dad.”
Paige bulged her eyes expressing awe at this hoochie Coochie’s words. “Not going to happen on my watch.”
“I’m not going to fuck him on your watch ... I’m going to fuck him on his bed.”
“Don’t make me punch your lights out. I’ll give you a black eye.”
“See ... you are racist. Don’t punch until I see the WHITES of your eyes.”
“Ugh!”
As Paige doubled her fist Coochie leaned in nose to nose and smiled! “I like white girls too.”
“So, not going to happen.” Paige wanted to laugh but tried her best to be defensive. Finally, they both broke silence and share their amusement.
“We nymphos need to stick together.” Coochie giggled! “Literally!”
“Someday you might be my stepsister.”
“That or I might be your step mommy.”
“OH, HELL NO!” Paige belted out as loud as her kiddy-like voice could escalate in octave. Shrinking with clenched teeth, hoping that their parents hadn’t heard her outburst Paige smirked! “That’s hilarious. Wanna see my room Step mommy?”
“Rather see your daddy’s room but I’ll settle. I need to know the LAY out!”
“You and I are going to be so much trouble. Dynamic Duo!” Paige snatched up Coochie’s hand and lured her down the hall and out of sight. Fast friends? Time would tell just how fast.
In the kitchen Lonnie had turned on both the exhaust fan and the charm. Removing his apron he placed the collar over Deborah’s neck and proceeded to leave a hicky on the woman’s throat. The chemistry was still there. This led to them pawing each other up against the fridge. Magnets fell to the floor in their attraction. How ironic it was. Who needed dinner anyway. Her rose was tossed on the counter beside them.
“Mm! Big Daddy you take my breath away.” Deb whispered softly with her eyelids sealed to absorb his tenderness. Her arms surrounding his own neck led to perfectly manicured nails digging into his shirt. He wanted her bad but knew that it would have to wait. Sighing as his lips left her throat he murmured his desire to continue.
“I could kiss you all night long.”
“Ditto, Big Daddy! I suppose we should present a good example for the kids, shouldn’t we?”
“My kid knows what I’m like.” He smirked!
“Somehow I can believe that. You don’t have to tell me everything handsome. A momma knows.”
Lonnie found himself taken back by her comment. He knew that their first meeting at IHop might have looked bad, but had he let on his attraction to his own daughter that day? It was more a show and tell scenario toward Frank Martinbaum than for himself. Wasn’t it? Was he that obvious?
“Knows what?”
“You’re the man of the house. You should have the privilege to do as you want. I would never look down on you for anything you chose to do.” She clung to his neckline with a warm subtle grin of acceptance. Her sparkling eyes had him speechless for a moment.
“I’ll play dumb here, what are you implying?” He shared a smirk of curiosity. “I want us to be as open as possible without losing one another.”
“Agreed! Big Daddy! I see how you look at Paige. I see how she looks at you. The two of you have ... something unbreakable. Undeniable!”
“Well yeah, I am her father. It’s my job to adore my kid.”
Deborah tilted her head with a half grimace that called him out. Swallowing wryly at her gaze studying his he caved! “Are you insinuating that I’m ... with Paige?”
“Not saying another word, Sweetie. I’m here for you no matter what your decision and lifestyle tells you to do. I would think by now you would know I’m openminded toward most anything.”
“Including ... our ... closeness ... Paige and I.”
“Well ... you did sell her to her not so much grandfather.”
“Pretty stupid of me, huh?”
“We both know Paige lives to make you happy. As long as you make her happy too that bond will strengthen. Like I said ... unbreakable.”
“Alright, while we’re on this subject ... why are you so open as to let your daughter send me masturbation videos? Doesn’t that bother you? It’s like she’s trying to steal away your ... well, me.”
“She’s me when I was her age Lonnie.”
“BIG DADDY!” He insisted with a playful glare.
“Mm! You’re liking my nickname, aren’t you?”
“I do. Let’s stick with that nickname.”
“My pleasure! I’ll never refer to you as anything else.” She nibbled her lower lip before continuing. “As I was saying, I was the same way growing up. I liked my body and I enjoyed letting men see it. I still do. I know I got it going on still.”
“That you do, Runway Diva.”
“Is that my nickname?”
“Naaa! I’ll find a better one.”
“Make it sexy.” She too insisted!
“Let’s discuss this further after dinner. From my bed.”
“Well, now! Inviting us to spend the night?”
“We’re locking the bedroom door.” He offered a stern look. “I’m not letting your kid sleep with us.”
“Don’t underestimate my baby. Coochie might come in through the window.”
“Fuck it! Your kid just mouthed her intention to fuck me behind your back at the front door. Now I’m worried.”
“She’s testing you.”
“I have enough trouble keeping Paige’s hormones in check. Now I have two to stress over?”
“Package deal, Big Daddy. My baby goes where I go.”
“Maybe we should get them both jobs and let them share an apartment.”
“They would be evicted in a week. Or seducing their landlord.”
“So, we’re saddled with them?”
“It almost sounds as if you’re moving us in with you.”
“Well, no ... not the worst idea ... but don’t you think we should get to know each other better? Tame the kids.”
“I agree. My lease is up soon. No pressure! It’s only a one bedroom cubicle where we live now, but it’s home.”
“One bedroom? Coochie doesn’t have her own bedroom?”
“Oh, no! We share a queen size bed. I know it sounds strange but she’s slept with me since she was a baby. Don’t read too much into that. It’s out of convenience.”
“So, where did she sleep if you had guys over?”
“Don’t judge me.” She snickered! “The couch silly.”
“Whew! I was hoping you didn’t say with you and the guy.”
“Like you, Big Daddy ... there is a freaky side to me. That’s exactly why I don’t frown on you and Paige. I adore you both regardless.”
“When she turned eighteen a while back, I made the rule of no clothing while at home.”
“I can abide by that rule.” She winked mischievously! “Clothing is underrated! Saves on detergent as well!”
“I meant Paige and I. That rule would need to change.”
“It doesn’t have to.”
“Yeah, it does. I don’t think I could deal with Coochie seeing my erection around you ... or Paige sadly.”
“Sweetie? I can barely keep that girl clothed as it is. We had the cable guy over to replace our DVR and that girl answered the door in all her glory. I was in the shower at the time. If I hadn’t walked out in my towel she would have been riding that poor man.”
“EXACTLY! I don’t want Coochie trying to ride me. I want you ... not her ... that way.”
“I understand that, Big Daddy. We can sit down and talk with our babies when and if we decide to share a residence. I have two months on my lease still, although they do try and get us to sign on a month early. Again ... no pressure.”
“Right! I guess the kids must have gone into Paige’s room. A good sign they’re getting along I suppose.”
“They’ll be like sisters in no time. What worries me is who will influence whom more.”
“Meaning what?”
“It’s pretty obvious they both like men. My Coochie is on Tender like Paige is, so she’s met a few men already. I’m assuming Paige has as well.”
“Oh, yeah! My little nympho.”
“I say that to Coochie too.” She sighed! “Like Mother, like daughter. Although I don’t go after every man in sight. I can promise you faithfulness ... unless of course, Big Daddy wants to share his wealth.” Her brow peaked looking for his thought on the subject.
“Want me to whore you out like I do my kid?”
“I’ll leave that up to you, Big Daddy. Like I said I swear my loyalty, the rest is on you.”
“God! We’re some kind of freaks, aren’t we?”
“Are we complaining?”
“Not yet.”
“Good. Our food is getting cold.”
“We can nuke our plates.”
Lonnie decided dessert was on the menu first. Chocolate mousse with a cherry on top. Deborah enjoyed his appetite as more magnets hit the floor. Num! Num! Num!
Paige’s bedroom!
“You sleep with a teddy bear?”
“That’s Fuzzy Wuzzy! Yes, he’s my boyfriend.”
“Not so well endowed though, is he?” Coochie tapped the bear’s privates.
“I have a much bigger teddy bear. His name is Joshy. He’s really, really hairy and has a huge cock.”
“In the closet?”
“If he wanted me there, I’d do him there.”
“Funny! I’m not into stuffed boyfriends. I’m into boyfriends who stuff me.”
Paige brightened up and snatched her cellphone from its charger. Looking through her pictures, she found one of she and the bodybuilder Josh. It also had Bryan and Greg in the photo. They were all nude, but no private parts were on display. Once located her arm extended full-length in showing off the picture. Coochie flared her eyes at the selfie.
“Those are some mighty fine Bears, Boldilocks.”
“I know.” She whispered! “They all have huge dicks.”
“Why are you whispering? Afraid your daddy might hear and bust you out?”
“No! This guy Greg is one of my daddy’s best friends. I call him Uncle Greg!”
“Does he know you’re...?”
“Daddy lets me do whatever and whomever I want.”
“Sounds like my momma.” Coochie revealed her own cell and sifted through pictures of her personal collection of hunky men. Finding the one she had in mind she shared it with Paige. The man in the picture was also a bodybuilder type, only African American. “This is Antoine. I call him Ant.”
“Big Ant.”
“GI ... ANT!” Coochie chuckled showing off the man’s foot long penis, literally held in her hands like a big fish. Coochie was kissing its length with a devilish set of eyes.
“I bet that hurt.”
“Why do you sound like you’re twelve?”
“Why do you sound like you’re thirteen?”
“Guys dig my soft voice even if I do get mouthy.”
“I’ve learned that men like that youthful tone. It can be kind of creepy, but I like turning them on with my voice. I can literally talk to their dick, and it will grow.”
“I don’t have to talk to it. I just stare at it until it’s hard. On in sixty seconds!”
“Isn’t that gone in ... oh! I get it!”
“So did they! I like it rough. Most men are too shy to get down and dirty. Well, except Ant! He works me over Hella good. Chokes the life out of me. As tiny as I am he tosses me around like a TV remote during a Bears game.”
“That’s how Joshy and Greg treat me. They babysat me and fucked me in the front yard. So hot!”
“Ant likes to show me off. He makes me walk naked with him in public all the time. I would anyway but if it makes him look good, I’m all for it. Everybody knows Ant so he gets away with whatever he feels like doing. He makes me wash his Escalade in the nude at the car wash.”
“So cool! See, I want guys to do that to me. I’m on Tender and a lot of guys want me bad. I get picky and find the guys who can challenge me. Variety is fun too. I love teasing them before we even meet.”
“I do Tender too. They have to prove to me they have a big dick and aren’t afraid to use it. White guys turn me on. Freakier the better.” Coochie scanned about Paige’s room. Seeing pictures of she and her mother Paula. “Is that your mommy?”
“Yep! Same red hair. I took after her in that aspect.”
“Gingers have no soul.”
“Cartman! I love South Park.”
“Not in my hood. You’re awfully girly. Hello Kitty? For real?”
“HEY! DON’T YOU PUT DOWN MY PUSSY.”
“I haven’t seen it yet.”
“Whoa! Are you ... really into girls?”
“Sure! Why not?” Coco leaned toward Paige and wagged her tongue. “Bring it on bitch!”
“I didn’t mean me. Just curious...”
“Bi curious?”
“Noooooooo!”
“Lying bitch! I see you looking at my body.”
“White looks good on you.”
“Black looks good on you. Maybe we’d look good on each other.”
“I’ll pass. I like dick.”
“Dildo too it looks like.” Coochie pointed under Paige’s bed where the crown of a big rubber dong sat in view. “Sorry! I thought I kicked it under the bed further.”
“Don’t be sorry, Ginger. I got all the soul you need.”
“Huh?” Paige looked at Coochie with confusion until it dawned on her what Coco had meant. “Oh! Soul as in Soul sister.”
“Whatever!” Coochie dropped to her hands and knees to look under the bed further. Reaching under the frame she lured out the Hitachi wand that Lonnie had bought her. “You sing?”
“That’s not a microphone.”
“I know that. I have one too. I sing like freaking Missy Elliot when I use it.”
“TMI!”
“TMI stands for Tuck Mine Inside. Ever try that?”
“Nooo!” Paige flared her eyes! “Now I need to try that.”
“Lift that skirt up.”
“NOT NOW!” She swatted Coochie’s hand away from her hemline while pointing at the girl on still on her knees with a deadly sneer. The expression faded fast. Both laughed at each other. “Maybe later.”
“How many guys have you met on Tender?”
“Couple hundred! Physically? Ten! You?”
“I have over 5000 guys on my reply list. I’ve met a few but daddy is keeping me on a leash until I graduate. Once I have that diploma, I can meet as many as I want.”
“I graduate next week.”
“Mine is on Saturday. You guys should come. Oh, wait! My mommy will be there. Her racist asshole boyfriend too. I wouldn’t want you two degraded by Mark.”
“We can take care of ourselves. We have a family barbecue on Saturday anyway. You and stud daddy are welcome to join us before your graduation. All the ribs you can eat.”
“Speaking of ribs. We should probably go eat dinner.”
“I’m going to play footsy with your dad under the table.”
“You have my blessing. I might do that too.” Paige chuckled then realized that she was basically admitting her own attraction to her father, “With your mom. Wait! I give up.”
“We’ll probably have to fight with my momma’s foot. You put your foot on your daddy’s crotch?” Coochie narrowed her eyes with a suspicious smirk.
“Noooooo!”
“You don’t lie very well Ginger. It’s all good. If I had a daddy that hot I’d tap-dance on that lap dance.”
“Hilarious! Let’s eat.”
“I thought you weren’t bi?”
“NOT THAT KIND OF EAT!! Oh, my gosh! We should get on Tender after dinner and stir up trouble.”
“I’m game.”
A connection was made.
Shuffling hand in hand into the dining room the girls discovered the food in transit. Reheated necessities were finally ready to be served. Both Lon and Deb wore oven mitts and were readily carrying casserole dishes and bowls of delicious smelling vittles.
“Have a seat ladies.”
Lonnie took time to play the gentleman and pull out a chair for Coochie offering a warm smile. Coochie slyly grinned at Paige first, then mouthed the words that had him gulping. “I’d rather sit on your face.” He overlooked it as she took her seat nudging it forward. He did the same for Paige who politely thanked him.
As Deborah returned from the kitchen with what dinner rolls could be salvaged Lon waited for her to rest the plate on the table before offering his lady the Queen a seat next to his.
“Why thank you, Big Daddy. Such a gentleman.”
“Tell me that when the lights go out.” He winked! Both girls squinted over their behavior. They knew exactly what that comment meant. Paige took a deep breath and found herself slightly jealous. Coochie merely stared at Lonnie with lust. That is until Deb fanned her clothe napkin at her daughter to end her flirtations ... for the moment. Lon began to take his own seat then realized that something was missing.
“Wine!”
“Are you going to allow us to drink wine daddy?”
“Why not! We’re celebrating new beginnings of a sort.”
He rushed back to the kitchen for the wine bucket, returning swiftly to place it toward the center of the table. Dragging the chilled bottle from the ice he opened it up and played the connoisseur by inhaling the cap.
“Ah! The grapes of wrath have been stomped properly.”
“Ew! Now I’m seeing monks with purple feet.” Paige snickered trying to be funny.
“Let’s just hope that they don’t have athletes feet.” Deb chuckled!
“Boiled away ladies. Glasses up.” Lon moved from person to person in filling wine glasses. Once all four were full he stashed the bottle back into the bucket and capped it. Claiming his goblet he stood tall to propose a toast.
“Tonight is very special to me. New loved ones. One very special eighteen year old that I’ve raised to be quite the lady. Two lovely graduates in the very near future. I can speak for your mom here and say we’re proud of the both of you. Now let’s eat before another reheat.”
“Cheers!” Deb winked at the girls then took a sip. As plates were being filled Deb opened the floor to conversation. “Paige? What are your plans after Saturday? Now that you will be a free woman.”
“Free spirit even.” She giggled! “I want to enjoy life for a few weeks before deciding anything. No college for me. I’m going to marry a rich man and live on sleazy street.”
“That sounds...” Deb mulled it over! “ ... like every woman’s dream. Are you rich Big Daddy?” She turned her attention to Lonnie.
“Don’t be getting any ideas. My wallet still has coupons in it I haven’t used yet.”
“Good thing I’m not after your money then.”
“What about you Coochie? Plans?” Lon chose his pork chop from the platter. “Ambitions? Other than eying me.”
“Glad you asked! I’ve put a lot of thought into this.” She kept a straight face, hands in her lap. “I was thinking about becoming a porn star.”
“Lucrative position.” He mulled it over with a pucker! “You certainly have the right type of name to be one.”
“Her name would be Coochie Kuchiku if she was Japanese.” Paige snorted loudly then hid her mouth with her hand.
“Do I look Japanese?” Coochie narrowed her eyes as Paige pointed at her expression.
“You do now.”
“EAT!” Lonnie decided to squash the joking. For the next ten minutes hardly a word was spoken as they dined. As their plates emptied and the ladies drank up, making faces at the taste of the wine, conversation was allowed.
“Coochie invited us to a cookout Saturday before graduation.” Paige was first to speak! “Can we go?”
Deborah nearly choked on her wine. Hand posed in front of everyone she darted her eyes amongst them before speaking. “Not to sound racist, we all know we’re not, but you two would be the only white folk there. My family is quite verbal with the N word that our culture seems insistent upon calling ourselves.”
“Yeah, why is it that African Americans’ can call yourselves the N word and it be fine. We use that term and we get stabbed or shot?” Silence ruled again as Deb once more paused to look irritated. Of course, she wasn’t.
“Do we really need to take a walk down to the deep South?”