***Wednesday, August 21, 2304***
I was a good and attentive husband till Alicia left in the limo at 10 a.m. Checked her bags and checked her pussy from below even though I knew it would be perfect. At the door we kissed and cried a little together. But my head inside was blazing with what Briana had said at the party. She must have been kidding. It was too ridiculous. I texted her WTF? cause it was going to drive me crazy. And she texted back she couldn't see me today, but would come tomorrow. So I texted again WTF? and she ignored that one.
I went to work and had a totally lousy day. Stony was out with a cold, her stand in girl had no idea who I or anyone else was, calls were getting scrambled and dropped. I spilled coffee all over the sales target report and wondered whether Internal Security would spot it. I sleep walked through two appointments and both customers walked. Roger came down to chew me out because the second guy was some neighbor of his and called him to complain. Then Jason dropped by to say, "No more nooky for little man Jeff. Cute wifey gone to slut heaven I heard." I ignored him. What was I supposed to do? Start a fist fight with Roger already on my case?
At home I sat down again to watch Pharaoh alone. I was determined this time to do my best to learn from it, see if there was anything I caught that might help my wife. But it was hard. Although it's unfair to say, I didn't care for Pharaoh, who didn't strike me as all that bright. He certainly was smug. I couldn't sense any chemistry between him and any of the girls. They seemed fine to me, one was almost as pretty as Alicia, but their desperation was off the charts. I was rooting for Pharaoh to pick the girl I liked the least. When he did I went up to bed alone.
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***Thursday, August 22, 2304****
I rebounded on Thursday, thank God. Stony was back in looking fine, "just my monthly" she said with a grin. I had six new appointments and sold five more cars. The day before I couldn't sell, now it seemed like I couldn't not sell, like it was almost too easy. Now that everyone knew my name and my story. I sort of rushed through some things and still the people bought. Roger even stopped by to say, "Good going, Jeff. Regards to the Mrs." Still no announcement though.
My only problem was it seemed like the workday lasted forever.
Bri was there in her car waiting for me when I pulled in the driveway at 6 p.m. We went inside and I got us both a drink. She told me Dray was away on business for a few nights, smiled and dove in. We didn't bother with small talk.
Here's the way her story went:
I was so much in love (she said) that I could barely breath. You can't imagine what it was like: this gorgeous upper wants to marry me two weeks after we meet at the skating rink? Marry! And he's never asked for more than a kiss on the cheek. My Dad and Mom are over the moon. Mom crying nonstop she's so happy, Dad so excited he nearly passes out when Dray asks for my hand in marriage. A black upper asking him for permission! Asking him to join our little white family!
Because of Dray's teaching and consulting schedule we had to put off the wedding for six months. And at first he was super good about my rules, about me staying a virgin in all my holes. Mom and Dad had taught me well, and he respected that. But after about three months I could tell he was anxious to fuck me. He'd do these little things when we watched TV with my parents, fiddling around with his hand on my knee and inching it up under the skirt. My Dad would wink at him and Mom would blush. They had to show Dray respect of course. An upper black in the house, they never got used to that. They would get embarrassed and leave the room, I think in case Dray decided to fuck me there on the couch. Still, I was holding out pretty well, determined to be a good girl, a patriot, reminding him that I would need a Virginity Certificate.
He'd always laugh about that and say it wouldn't be a problem. But I still held out.
Then one day Dray invited me to the lake-house. My parents drove me because they were both dying to see his place. I dressed extra cute for Dray because by then I'm thinking I should at least give him a blowjob. Stop being this uptight prissy tease, stop being what Mom always calls, "a selfish little cunt," and learn to give my man what he needed. I'd still be a pussy virgin, could still get my Cert. It was Mom who suggested it. We knew it was against the rules, duh!, but it might be the best solution if I absolutely insisted on not being fucked. "Use your mouth, Bri, suck him off," she suggested. "Daddy and I are concerned if you give Dray nothing he's gonna go to other white pussy." Which I knew made sense.
Turned out that day he had invited his friend Eric — yes, that Eric, Alicia's Eric — to do some fishing. The two of them had been friends since they played basketball together in high school. I kind of thought it was cool he had a guy friend over, even if Eric was just a middle, especially since it took the pressure off me.
Dray gave my Mom and Dad and Eric the house tour and the three of them were gushing like crazy for his approval. I asked, if he didn't mind, could I just go home with Mom and Dad since he'd be out fishing. Dray gave me permission and a nice kiss on the cheek. A gentleman. But then when he and Eric took off in the boat I changed my mind. A good girlfriend should be there for him when he returned, probably get the guys some sandwiches and drinks, maybe help clean the fish and so forth. Give him that blowjob if Eric left. Just trying to be a good girlfriend.
That afternoon I'm asleep on the couch but wake up when the guys pull the boat in. I went in to pee and wash my face, do some makeup. So then they're right outside the window, puffing cigars and sipping beers, but can't see me cause of the drapes. I was just about to go to Dray when I heard him say:
"I'll ask you again Eric. What's in it for me? I lend you the blowjob book, you can use it to train your little Alicia on exempt. It's not a bad idea. But what's in it for me?"
I stopped in my tracks. This was how guys talked when we weren't around? So I'm like fascinated. This was inside stuff. The secret world of guys. I realize for the first time they're taking about my girlfriend, Alicia, that this must be the Eric she had mentioned once or twice. And I knew the book he meant. I'd seen it in the bookcase at his big house but he had forbidden me to touch it. Said it was for uppers only, said he'd use it for my training later when we were married. This was when he was still being so easy about things. But real inside guy stuff and real upper stuff. Wow!
Eric took his time but finally responded, "Well...uhhh...what I said out on the boat...what if I like delivered her for you to use for a day?"
"You mean use like...?"
"Like pussy. Like use her to fuck. I'll just get her mouth, but you could fuck her."
Way, way ,way inside stuff, I realized with a shock. Alicia and I were close friends I thought, but I didn't know she was going on exemption with Eric. She could be kind of secretive about some things. And now Eric is offering her pussy to my fiancee?
"You were serious?"
"Yeah...I am..it could work."
"Show me that picture of her again."
I could see the shadows through the drapes. Eric reached in his wallet and handed it over. I couldn't see the picture but whatever it was seemed to please Dray.
"Well, she's fine, nice shape, nice tits, cute enough," Draymond said. "You confident you can deliver?"
Eric began to sound enthusiastic. "Yeah. Pretty sure. You should hear her sometimes. Says she can't for a middle, a white boyfriend. Says I'll be getting enough from the blowjobs in exempt. Always kind of hints she's willing to be fucked if the guy is black or is upper. You're both."
"Thanks for letting me know," and the guys laughed together.
"I think all I have to do is tell her about you, about this place. It's ten days till my exemption starts. I'll take her up here and then find some excuse to disappear. She's all yours. You'll see. She's super cute and she'll be tingling. And if she won't then don't give me the book, OK?"
Dray let out a big puff of smoke. My heart was racing. My fiancee! My girlfriend!
He said calmly, like he was making an appointment for a haircut, "This Wednesday. Bring her up around 10 in the morning. We get acquainted, get comfortable, a little lunch, a glass of wine. Then I tell you I need my car detailed over in Ridgefield, ask you like it's a favor. It's gonna take you the afternoon. That I'll take her out on the lake for a boat ride. That work?"
"Perfect."
