The Ericka character is one I've been working on for a while. I've been in this chapter lately and I think it could stand alone. There are a couple of call backs to as yet unpublished prior chapters, but nothing that I think would cause confusion to the reader. I do expect to post some of those prior chapters. I'm putting this in the interracial category as the primary relationship is a 27 year old white woman and a 19 year old black man. Apologies in advance for the misappropriation as I write in a voice that isn't mine and I only have second hand and third hand knowledge of.
It was a hot, muggy day in the middle of July in Boston and police officer Ericka McKann was surprised that she got an email from her union representative with the subject, "Mandatory meeting re: Attendance." She had been on the job nearly 3 years with perfect attendance, having never taken a sick day nor a vacation day in her brief career. She could count on one hand the number of times she was late coming back from lunch. So she selected the first offered time slot and showed up a few minutes early. She was nervous as she sat on a chair outside the office door. These closed door union meetings were often precursors to formal disciplinary actions allowing senior officers the opportunity to address minor issues before anything was placed into a young officer's file. Sometimes it was communicating to a younger officer about their reputation being undesirable or a foreseeable limit to career. Or sometimes they just pissed off another officer and this was a way for the younger officer to kiss ass and apologize. She just hoped that whatever it was it was something she could address and put behind her without impact to her career.
She was made to wait in that hallway chair and was only allowed into the office about 20 minutes late and was greeted with the standard, "Do you know why you're here?" question by an older officer, who then burst out laughing. It turns out the problem was that Ericka had too many days of accumulated leave time and if she didn't use them promptly she would lose the ability to accumulate any more. As it was considered a matter of her own safety and mental health, she was ordered to take 2 weeks off. She was told, "go lay on a beach or her couch, take a hike, get laid or collect stamps. Just be sure to not come here for 2 weeks before Labor Day. Ericka agreed to comply and looked for last minute travel options for late August and found a resort in central Florida that was very close to the popular theme parks with a great pool and hot tub.
Before she knew it, It was the Sunday morning of her trip and she was off to the airport then on a southwest plane and then onto Orlando. By 2pm she was in her new bikini laying on a reclining chair next to the pool and applying a generous amount of spf50 lotion on her recently shaved legs. She laid back on a lounger with her Red Sox hat and sunglasses protecting her eyes from the sun she picked up a gossip magazine she bought at the airport and started to read. After a couple of hours she was bored and didn't think she could stand one more article about the wife of the idiot in chief's hairdresser's manicure. She put down her magazine and decided it was a good time to go to the pool's bar and get a drink. The hotel pool had a Tiki bar where you could swim up and get a drink without leaving the pool, or go around to the other side and sit either at the bar or a regular table. Ericka walked over and sat on a bar stool and took a look at the speciality drinks.
As she was sitting there a man stood over the bar stool next to her and asked the bartender for a food menu. Ericka noticed out of the corner of her eye the shirtless body next to her. A deep chocolate color, his was the body of an athlete. Taller than her she saw very little chest hair but a firm six pack and a muscular arm reached past her to accept the menu. It was enough to pique her interest enough that she came up with an excuse to look at him.
Once the menu was given to him, she faced him and asked, "Do you see anything interesting on the menu?" She looked him over through her sunglasses and tried to guess what was his sport of choice. Whatever it was, he kept himself in excellent shape. She was watching his chest when he replied, "Here take a look with me." And he placed the menu on the bar between them.
While Ericka was looking at the menu he took a closer look at her. Shawn had spotted her when she first arrived at the pool. His first impressions were that she was tall for a woman. She looked strong and had a confident stride as she was walking around in her purple bikini looking for a chair to lay on. He kept an eye on her, enjoying the views she gave when she applied her lotion and lay back reading. When he saw that she went to the bar he figured he would take a chance and make his move. Now being up close he could see that she was a bit older than his own 19 years. He guessed she was out of college. Her tits really were as small and cute as he thought they were from a distance. Up close she looked strong but not ripped. He could also see that she wore a simple thin gold chain that carried a crucifix and a miniature police shield that nestled between her small mounds.
Ericka looked at the salads, but what she really noticed was his body language. She could tell that he was interested in making a pass at her. In a second Ericka thought she'd make it easy on him so she made sure to take a hold of the menu with her left hand so that he could see that her fourth finger was empty. In doing so, Shawn couldn't see the menu from his position so he leaned over her, and put his right hand on her right shoulder. Ericka noticed the light touch and was pleased that he seemed to be taking an interest in her as well. She asked the bartender about one of the menu items, a hero sandwich with roast beef, bacon and cheddar. After hearing the description, Ericka commented that "it sounds delicious but way too large for me."
Shawn picked up on the hint that she gave him and replied, "I was thinking that of that too, would you like to split it?" Ericka accepted his offer, and also ordered a mojito while Shawn ordered a bottle of water. The bartender suggested that they could get a table and she would be over with drinks first then the food. Only when seated did Shawn and Ericka introduce themselves to each other. They shook hands and exchanged names, both were from Boston, Ericka was on vacation, Shawn was here for a post-high-school basketball tournament. Designed for the non-college bound, it was a last chance to be spotted by scouts in overseas leagues. Shawn exaggerated his basketball expectations from this trip, but he wasn't about to let a stranger know that this trip was primarily a means for various drug dealers to introduce some of the new talent that they would need to interact with. He, and most of the other players on his and the other teams worked with one crime syndicate or another. The exchange of personnel both provided a measure of trust and communication between groups that need to work together despite being thousands of miles apart. When a player was picked up for an overseas team it was not for his basketball skills but to allow for the movement of someone who would be necessary to be embedded within another organization. One of Shawn's teammates was slated to be picked by a scout to go to Columbia where he play on a semi-pro team. He would also be there to ensure that the counts of shipments of cocaine to Boston were correct and to help the communication when a problem was just a problem and not a reason to distrust.
While this was all unsaid, Ericka and Shawn enjoyed each other's company. She talked about how in high school she had played basketball on a boys team in Cleveland. He of course wanted to know how that all worked with the locker room and Ericka blushingly told him that they would need to know each other better before he heard those stories. She asked about college, but Shawn didn't have either the grades or the money for college. They talked about Boston and the Sox and Celtics. When the sandwich came Ericka ordered a second mojito. Before the meal was over Ericka had agreed to come to his game the next day. they exchanged phone numbers and he texted her the time and address to the game. Shawn walked Ericka back to her lounge chair where she dropped her sunglasses and hat and she invited Shawn to join her in the pool. He accepted and jumped in. Ericka walked to the edge of the pool and did a shallow dive. The water was warm. She popped to the surface, found Shawn and swam back to him. The 5 foot deep water barely reached his armpits. It reached the top of her shoulders. They weren't talking 2 minutes when they were interrupted by a beach ball coming at them. Shawn playfully hit it back to the kid that was looking for it. Ericka smiled at him, He smiled back at her and said, "I hope you don't mind, but there is something I want to do."
"What?" She asked.
"This." He answered, and he bent his head down and pressed his lips against hers. She gasped in surprise and he slid his tongue between her lips.
Ericka didn't pull away as she was holding her in place. As he kissed her she thought to herself, 'Should I? What the hell, I like him. He's hot and I'm on vacation.' And she started kissing him back. She wanted to feel his strength and started rubbing his back with her hands. He reciprocated putting his hand on her back. Then he lowered his hands until they were cupping her ass. He gave her ass a squeeze and she jumped up, wrapping her legs around his waist. She was having fun. She hadn't behaved like this in years, but letting go and just having fun with this stud was fun. Just the thing for vacation. She wrapped her legs around him, hoping to feel his cock through their swimsuits. He shifted her up a bit in this new position her legs were around his waist, her head was now above his and she needed to bend her neck down to keep the kiss going. The new position lifted her chest half out of the water. Shawn gently pulled her hair back and brought his lips to her neck, then to her chest. He started kissing along the string then the fabric covering her tit. Ericka's mind was racing, she liked this. She liked being wanted. He kissed her chest and she held him against her. When his tongue flipped across her nipple she almost squealed. It grew erect at his touch. Just then she started feeling rain. In seconds large heavy rain was falling over the pool. She heard a clasp of thunder then a booming voice.
