Chapter 1

The date is rapidly approaching for the annual Halloween Street Party. I live in what is classified as an Upper Middle Class Suburbia neighborhood. I still don't know why this area of Abbotsville is any better than anywhere else in the city, the only reason I ended up here was a quirk of the real estate market. I purchased the property in what was considered a down in the market. The price was right and I bought receiving good value for the price, a seven-room three story brick with many amenities.

I currently live alone, loosing my wife to cancer four years ago. My three sons live in different areas of the country, we correspond occasionally. Now my family is my job. My specialty is computer viruses and am well regarded and extremely well paid.

This annual Halloween event encompasses the complete community. I got roped into it years ago. One of my sons had been a disk jockey while attending college. When he graduated, he left all his sound equipment in one of the garages telling me it is now mine and enjoy. My first thought was to burn it. When the first event took place, I volunteered the use of the equipment. It is now an annual donation as each year the student committee comes over and sets it up in the garage and tests it. After they have terrorized the community with the noise they called music, they pack the unit, ready to be moved into the street for the party. This time, the student chairperson of the committee was a beautiful young lady.

I met her for the first time when she came to the house to arrange to test the equipment, an attractive young lady dressed in her school uniform of a pleated skirt and a white blouse. It was an attractive contrast to her dark skin.

"Hello. I am Tyrese Raven, the chairperson of the Students Committee. I would like your permission to test the sound equipment before the Halloween street party."

This Tyrese Raven is an attractive young lady. Her physical attributes are appealing and very evident. Her attractive face accents her well-proportioned body. I must have been staring at her and she notices. She is smiling; there is an air of confidence about her.

"I am sorry for staring Miss Raven. Your beauty just floored me."

Now she is uncomfortable. Tyrese starts fidgeting.

"When would you like to test the equipment?"

"I have a tech crew assembled for this Friday, if it is convenient for you."

"This is fine. I will be home after six o'clock."

"That will suit us fine and please call me Tyrese."

"OK, Tyrese. I will see you and your crew on Friday."

I watch her walk down the driveway. Tyrese's body is swinging accenting her well-shaped hips. She has long well shaped legs which are likely hiding true heaven between them. Tyrese turns; catching me staring again and smiles knowingly, she is likely used to having males pant for her. She really swings her hips until she disappears from view. Now there is a young lady I would love to know more about, but that would have to wait for Friday.

The balance of my week goes well. In the back of my mind is the haunting figure of Tyrese Raven. Black women are always in my dreams. They are so beautiful. However, I never had the balls to approach any of them. Hey, I am a coward at heart when it comes to women.

One of the things I have always done for the Halloween Party was financially support the Adult Committee. I and five others provide soft drinks and treats for the complete neighborhood. We provide enough treats to avoid having the children come around on Halloween night. It works for me.

Shortly after six on Friday the doorbell rang; it is Tyrese.

"Hi. The crew is here. Can we get into the garage?"

"Just touch the latch and it will open."

Tyrese is wearing shorts and a tube top. She has beautiful breasts topped by very large nipples straining the material. They are very evident. Tyrese must know the effect she has on me. She is smiling, sort of daring me to what?

"Thank you. I will let you know when we are finished. I hope we don't bother you with the music."

"It is debatable if I would call it music. Fortunately, I don't have to put up with it for more than once a year."

Tyrese joins a group of teens and I hear the garage door open, shortly after that an ungodly noise is booming. That is something I could never appreciate, the current so-called music. I use music to relax me not to cause heart failure. Returning to the house, I seek the furthest area from the garage. The noise stops. When it doesn't resume, I return to the front of the house. The door bell rings.

"Hello Mr. Parsons. The guys are satisfied with the sound system. They have left it all set up for the party Saturday night. I hope you don't mind."

"No. That is ok. I don't use that garage for anything else but storage. Would you like to come in?"

Tyrese looks at me. I mean she really looks at me with penetrating direct eye contact. I just stare at her. She is a delight.

"Yes. I would love to see the house."

As she passes in the doorway, her scent hits me like a hammer. My woody reacts. Tyrese is someone I would love to love. I make a production out of showing the house. Tyrese is impressed with the bathroom. She loves the size of the whirlpool tub. I never use that bathroom as my bedroom has an attached shower and vanity. Tyrese seems impressed with the size of my bedroom and seems to be studying it. I am studying her. She is quite a study.

"Would you like refreshment?"

"Yes, please."

Tyrese follows me to the kitchen. We sit across from each other. It is interesting. She seems to be studying me while I am enjoying looking at her beauty.

"How did you get hooked into running the street party?"

"I wasn't at the meeting when they voted. I found out the next morning at school. I think it was rigged."

We both laugh at her explanation. Tyrese has a soft delicate laugh. Listening to her soft voice could be habit forming. We talked about all kinds of things. She is fourteen, younger than I had first thought. She lives two blocks away. Her dad is a lawyer and her mother is a teacher at the school she attends. She doesn't have a boyfriend.

"Will you be at the party, Mr. Parsons?"

"Call me Don. Yes, I will be there. Maybe you will save a dance for me, as long as it is a slow dance."

"Won't your girlfriend be there?"

"Sorry, no girlfriends."

Tyrese's interest in our conversation seemed to heighten.

"Oh, I will make sure there are a couple of slow dances. Dancing with you will be a learning experience."

"Not likely, I have two left feet."

We chat some more, with me continuing to learn more about her. She likes to go out to fancy restaurants and the theater, things I also enjoy. I wonder if I can use these interests to get to see Tyrese after the Halloween party. When she leaves, I give her my phone number, just in case she needs to get in touch with me about the dance.

Waking early Saturday, very disappointed, Tyrese isn't beside me, but she had been with me all night in my dreams. I do my usual weekend chores. My housekeeper has the weekends off so the house is mine alone. Later in the afternoon usually means a trip to the mall. Watching the parade of young women gets my blood flowing. My love life is very sparse at present, hell not sparse actually non existent; my last actual fling was more than two years ago. As always my first stop is the food court; treating my self to a Cappuccino and New York fries. While enjoying the parade of beauty I notice Tyrese and a group of her friends. All are wearing similar short skirts and various tops. Tyrese's long ebony legs are visual magnets. If her skirt was any shorter, I would be looking at her panties. It is hard to believe she is so young. She knows her make up as it accents her beauty. My stupidity kicks in with me staring at her and her friends. When she looks up, she notices me staring again. She gives me her disarming smile and continues to chat with her friends. Then her friends move down the mall and she walks toward me.

"Hi, Don. What are you doing in the mall?"

"I had some shopping to do. You have found my Achilles Heel, New York fries. Can I get you something?"

"Your company is all I need. But since we are here a coffee, cream only please."

I babble I will get her a coffee. Her comment has me confused; it really doesn't take much to accomplish that. I know I want Tyrese, but I would never come out and admit it to her. When I return with the coffee, she notices the bewildered look on my face.

"You look a bit confused, Don. Is something bothering you?"

Tyrese is teasing me. Her breasts are standing proud pushing against her blouse. I hadn't notice before but two buttons are undone. When she leans over, she gives me a full view of the smoky divide between her breasts and the edges of a white lacy bra. They are breath taking. My body is aching for her.

"Well. The comment you made, what did you mean?"

"I think you know what I meant."

"No. You had better explain it to me."

"The look on your face tells me you are interested in me. I like the way you look at me, it makes me fell like a woman. You may not know it but you give off raw passion. Hell, you are a very handsome man, someone I would love to get to know better."

"We only met this week. Do you make judgments about everybody you meet that quickly?"

"I can feel the electricity between us. I don't know why it is; I feel funny around you, a nice funny feeling. I haven't gotten if from anyone else I have met."

"Since you started this conversation, I have to confess, I have never seen anyone so beautiful as you. My deepest secret has been to meet a beautiful young black woman. You more than fit the bill. But this mutual admiration society accomplishes very little, due to our ages."

"Don. I just know what I feel when I am around you. You don't have a girlfriend and I don't have a boyfriend. We can solve both of our problems. If you don't tell, I won't tell."

Looking at Tyrese, her full lips are beckoning me to kiss them. Her lipstick makes them even more appealing. This is crazy. Tyrese is so young, me much too old. The good and evil parts of my body are at conflict. The evil parts have the upper hand. It is a good thing we were in public place.

"If only it was that easy. I will tell you a secret. You were a major part of my dreams last night."

"Well, we have that in common. I had the same wet dream."

Tyrese continues to taunt me. My evil part wants to take her to task. I am imagining her nude ebony body close to mine. Our bodies entangled making love. The sex is wonderful. What an imagination!

"Tyrese, you are making things very difficult for me."

"Good. I hope you have to sit here for an hour before your hard-on goes down. Just think how easy it would be to solve that predicament."

We are eye to eye, her soft pink tongue slowly moistens her lips; Tyrese is pushing every sexual button. She knows she has the upper hand and is enjoying playing with me. If I could get my hands on her, I would ravish her. She licks her lips the second time; then slowly sucks a finger; the motions she is making are unmistakable in meaning.

"Tyrese, you could cause me to have a heart attack. I am an old man. I hope you realize that."

"You are not old and you are not going to have a heart attack. You are just horny. I am offering you a way to relieve your problem."

She leans over to give me another view of her magnificent titties. I drink in the beauty and Tyrese's scent. I had better leave before something happens that would embarrass us both.

"Tyrese, I have to leave. I have a few things to do before the party tonight. What are you wearing?"

"I think you will like it, a French maid costume. I actually thought of you when I picked up yesterday."

"Thought of me, why?"

"Oh. The effect it would have on you and the effect it had on me thinking of your reaction. I am hoping you will undress me later in the evening. I want you too, you want too don't you?"

"This is too much for an old man. I have to leave and take a cold shower."

"You aren't that old. I have something much better than a cold shower."

She never quits. I am extremely uncomfortable. Tyrese keeps nailing me. The problem is most of her accusations and comments are true, not that I am about to admit it. I do want this young nymph. Getting up to leave, sporting an obvious erection which of course she notices; a smile fills her face.

"Goodbye, Tyrese. I will see you tonight."

"Oh. I know you will; hopefully all of me."

Rushing for an exit, praying no one notices my tent; my thoughts are of Tyrese and of my increasing desire for her. I can feel my heart pounding with excitement. I haven't been this aroused for years and it is all because of a teasing fourteen year old. Driving home, Tyrese teasing image will not go away. I really need a very cold shower.

Needless to say she is on my mind the rest of the day. Did she actually mean all the things she said or was she just teasing? After dinner I proceed to get ready for the big event. The band usually sets up in the cul-de-sac in front of the house, this way they don't have to move the sound equipment very far. Because of that, I am always present at the street party. I certainly couldn't do anything else with that racket going on. As I am about to get ready for the event; the door bell rings. It is three boys from the Student Committee. Looking for Tyrese; she isn't anywhere to be seen.

"Mr. Parsons. We would like to set up the equipment."

"Help yourself, when the evening is over just put it back in the garage. You can pack it tomorrow."

"Okay, that would be fine."

They all head for the garage; the electric door open, it is a time check for me. It will be approximately an hour before the party will start to rock. Sitting down with a fresh coffee; I review the days' events. Tyrese is the subject. My woody recalls how beautiful she looks while reliving our conversation at the mall. Would she do anything tonight? Her family will be present so it is highly unlikely. Many of the adults end up at house party for a late night Halloween Party. I usually beg off and return to my quiet retreat. The band starting to tune their instruments; which is my notice to finish dressing. It is the same sailor costume that I wear every year. As you can see, I really get into this. Finally venturing out into the street where children, teens and adults are starting to gather. The mood as usual is festive.

There are a large variety of costumes. All the standard ones are evident. Some of the families really go overboard. The other benefactors of the treats and drinks are congregated around the refreshment tables. They confirm everything has been delivered and is ready for the kids. It is the first time I have seen any of it. Frank Willis hit me for a check last week. This year we hired two temps to do the packaging and handing out the treats to the kids. Every family has been provided a voucher for each of their children. Everything seemed in order. I stroll through the throng.

Then a vision, Tyrese is slowly walking toward me. Dressed in a French Maid Uniform as she said, her white stockings are mid-thigh high. The garters are also white. The contrast against her chocolate skin is devastating, causing an automatic embarrassing reaction. Her black micro mini skirt has me panting. The white blouse appears to have been made to hug her breasts. The effect has me hard in a millisecond. Her makeup is flawless. Those lips are so kissable. Her eyes are shining with confidence, confident she has me around her little finger. Her hair is styled with a perky maid cap on top. Tyrese has my number.