I opened my eyes and could immediately tell that something was wrong. There was light coming in through the window of my master bedroom. I had overslept. Shit! I didn't have anywhere to be, since I worked from home, but I still liked to have a daily routine. I rolled over in my king-sized bed to my nightstand and looked at my alarm clock. It was a quarter past seven. I must have really been tired to have overslept two hours.
I got out of bed and grabbed my phone. No messages. Good. I decided I would take a run. I stripped off my pajamas and put on some shorts. It was late May and that was all I needed to wear while running. I put on my Yankees hat and grabbed my phone and headphones. I walked out the door and started running.
My run turned out to be uneventful. I ran through my upper middle class, predominantly white neighborhood without being bothered. Most of the houses I ran past had only one car in the driveway. I guess the husbands were already off to work. That made me happy. Most of those motherfuckers couldn't handle the idea of a black man living in their neighborhood. There were a few who were cordial to me but most just kept their distance from me.
The wives in the neighborhood were a different story. They fucking loved me! I guess it was because I wasn't the big, scary person their husbands and daddies said that black men were. I was friendly, well mannered, educated and articulate. I put them at ease. I think that was another reason their husbands didn't like me. Oh, well.
As I made my way back to my house, I noticed my neighbor, Rebecca Johnson struggling to bring her garbage bins in. Rebecca is my neighbor and my closest friend in the neighborhood. She was twice my age, having celebrated her fiftieth birthday last year. She was married and had two teenage children. She was always nice to me and ready to give me advice. I looked at her like a second mom.
An may I say that Rebecca was gorgeous? She was tall for a woman, standing 5'7 and very filled out at 140 pounds. She had medium colored brown, wavy hair that just touched her shoulders. She had big, brown eyes that were full of life. Her perfectly even white teeth always lit up a room when she smiled.
Rebecca was also something of a tease. Apparently, her husband wasn't giving her the attention she thought she deserved, so she liked to show off her body whenever she got the chance. She loved to wear short skirts and clingy tops that showed off her hard nipples. I bet the boys in her classed loved her for that. But she told me that she would never mess with one of her students. It wasn't worth going to jail. Good thing I'm not one of her students...
"Let me help you with that, Rebecca," I said as I walked up to her.
"Oh, thank you David" Rebecca said as she took her hand off the trash bin. I took hold of the bin and wheeled it out to her curb. I turned and looked at her. Rebecca was looking quite fuckable this morning. She was wearing a loose, brown skirt that barely touched the tops of her knees. She paired that with a black spaghetti strap top. The spaghetti straps did absolutely nothing to conceal her bra straps. She wore a crocheted sweater thing over that.
"You look very nice today, Rebecca," I said. "If I were one of your students, you'd be in trouble today."
Rebecca blushed as she smiled her five-hundred-dollar smile. "Thank you" she sheepishly said. I could tell that she was eyeing me up, too. She longingly gazed at my toned, muscular body. She licked her lips as she took a peek of my foot-long dong through my running shorts.
"I want to show you my appreciation for all the help you've given me since you've moved in to our neighborhood," Rebecca said. "Can I invite you in for a cup of coffee?"
Right, "coffee." I'm sure you want something hot, black and strong but it ain't coffee.
"Sure. I'm off today, so I can hang out for a while."
Rebecca smiled. She extended her arm. I put my arm through hers and we went into her house.
Rebecca's house was typically suburban in its appearance. She told me to sit down on the white couch, which I did. She went into the kitchen. He living room was a dead giveaway that she was married with kids. There was a giant flat screen TV hung on the wall, placed above a massive entertainment system. Multiple gaming consoles, with their cords and controller sprawled everywhere, were hooked up to the TV. Overall, the place had a cozy feel to it.
Rebecca handed me my coffee and then sat on the couch next to me. She looked at me nervously and smiled. I smiled back.