Paulina

Paulina's First Allies

Please read "Paulina- an Introduction" if you're not familiar with her character from my other stories.

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/transgender/teen/paulina/paulina-an-introduction

This story is from the beginning of her young sexual journey and her first experiences as Paulina. It is from when she began her collection of people that came to care for, love and protect her. Among the most important were The Greens, who would become her adopted family for several years.

I have to discuss the dialogue and the dialect. Please do not be offended. I wrote in the dialect and tone that I remember black kids speaking with in the early 1980s where I lived. It was how they spoke and how they sounded. I have done my best to reproduce it, if I could. Please keep this in mind and in context.

The sex scene in this story is not very heavy, in case you're expecting that.

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Back in fifth grade, when I was 11, I made an ally that I would know until we went to different high schools. His name was Louis. A big guy for our grade, I think he had failed the last year and was repeating the grade.

I was still a small guy then and had just started to accentuate my feminine looks. I didn't get my hair cut all summer before school started. My eyelashes were long and my lips were full. Every now and then I would get compliments by both men and women, saying how pretty my lips were. I loved hearing adults give me compliments, so I always gave a warm `thank you'.

I still dressed mostly like a boy but would occasionally borrow one of my sister's shirts or shorts. All of my shorts happened to be short and a little tight, but this was still the style in 1980. When I would wear one of my sister's things I would get odd looks from other kids, but no one said anything about it. That would come later.

Louis was a big, relatively tall, muscular black boy, with skin black as night. More than a full head taller than most kids in our grade, he was both impressive and intimidating at the same time. Most kids were afraid of him because of his size. Especially the white kids. But I wasn't, as he never bothered me before. I would see him looking at me sometimes, but it was never a mean look, so I didn't mind.

I was pretty sure that he had failed a grade before, maybe even two, and I knew he wasn't the best student. He would fall asleep in class sometimes. He was sitting next to me on one of those days. It was the first time we talked to each other, even though we had been in school together since second grade. We were towards the back of the class, so not in our teacher's immediate view. She was reading to us and asking questions. At one point she saw that Louis was dozing off and wasn't going to let it slide. I noticed that he was starting to fade out when I saw the teacher looking at him. I knew she was going to ask him a question to wake him up and embarrass him. I didn't think this was going to be nice, so before she called on him, I kicked his chair.

"Louis, wake up."

He stirred, "Huh...what?"

I kicked the chair again. "Wake up, she's looking at you."

This startled him awake. He sat up with a kind of loud "Oh."

The teacher said "Glad you're back with us, Louis. Now what was the name of the person I was just reading about?"

He hesitated for a moment, not knowing what to say. I whispered "Thomas Jefferson."

"Umm, Thomas Jefferson?"

The teacher gave him a suspicious look. "That's right. You better listen and pay attention."

"Uh, yes ma'am" she said.

When she went back to reading, he whispered to me "Hey...thanks."

I just smiled at him and went back to listening.

There were already some kids that didn't like me, because I was short, or white, or a little feminine, or in some of the `smart kids' classes, or for whatever reason. Occasionally someone would mess with me. They would tease me, or shove and try to trip me, etc. One day, as we were changing classes, one of the boys I was passing stuck his foot out and tripped me. I stumbled and almost fell. It was embarrassing but I didn't want it to show it, so I just walked away.

I hadn't noticed, but Louis was walking behind me and saw what happened. The boy who tripped me had turned the other way and was laughing with his friends. He didn't see Louis either.

When he got close, Louis pushed the kid so hard that he flew into a desk and fell on the floor. The boy got up with a pissed off look on his face until he saw who pushed him. He also noticed that his boys were nowhere to be seen. Louis pointed one of his big fingers at him and he went a little pale with fear. He got up and quickly walked in the opposite direction. With a satisfied smile, Louis continued to walk.

Louis didn't know it, but I happened to turn around and see the way he dealt with this boy. Seeing him get roughed up made me feel good, like he was getting his just due. I surely didn't expect it but was happy that Louis did what he did. I decided to make sure that I thanked him later.

At lunch, all the kids lined up single file and walked around the cafeteria to the serving line. I didn't notice at first, but Louis ended up behind me again. When I did notice, I turned around and ran right into his chest. I gave him a meek smile and said "Sorry."

"No prollem. You so light, ah barely felt dat."

`Well, thanks for pushing that boy after he tripped me. I tried not to fall. Everybody would have seen it and laughed."

"You was good, you ain't fell."

"I hate when people pick on me like that. I didn't do anything. I wish I was like you. Nobody messes with you!"

"Don't be sayin' dat. Ah ain't good for much, `cept for bein' strong. You's a good, cute wite boy, don't get in no trouble. An' you damn right, nobody messes wit me!"

"Y-you think I'm cute?"

He laughed and looked me over. "Yeah you cute, like a lil' wite girl. You know dat, huh?"

I blushed. I thought I was beginning to have little a crush on him! "Yes. I think that's why people pick on me sometimes."

"Yeah, ah seen dat. Ah bet dey don't do it much no mo', doh."

I gave him a big smile. "Oh. I hope not. Thanks again!"

"It was nothin'."

We went through the line and got our lunch. Louis sat by himself, as usual. I sat a few seats down, next to some classmates but not talking. Being as big as he was, he wolfed down lunch but still looked hungry. He downed the little half pint of milk they gave us in one gulp. I didn't like what we had that day, so didn't finish it. We could get up whenever we were done, so I got up and went over to him.

"Hey, I'm not hungry and won't finish this. Want it?"

"Hell yeah, ah still wanna eat some mo'. Thanks Paul. Ah'm gonna have ta come up wit somethin' betta' ta call ya. You too cute fo' a boy's name."

"Some of the kids call me Paulina because I have long hair like a girl. But I like it, it sounds pretty. You can call me that if you want, I don't mind."

"Good. You gonna be Paulina den. Well go on outside, ah gotta finish eatin'."

After eating we all went outside for recess to run around, spend some energy and unwind before the afternoon classes. I liked to go play in the clovers with the bees. I would sit down real still in the middle of the little flowers and wait. Before long some bees would land on me and walk a bit before taking off again. I could even hold up a flower and they would come and on it. I would bring it close to my face to get a closer look. They didn't seem to mind me, as I never got stung. Lots of other kids did get stung though, sometimes just when they walked through the clover patches. Nobody bothered me at recess when I did this, but I did get strange looks.

That day I did see the boy who tripped me earlier looking at me, with a mad look on his face. Then one of his boys hit him in the arm and pointed. They saw Louis and took off. I didn't see them for the rest of recess.

The next few days were normal and uneventful. I couldn't believe how nice Louis was to me, and that he thought I was cute like a girl. The next day was Friday, so I decided I would wear one of my sister's girl shirts and my favorite jean shorts. I had a pair of leather huarache sandals, which looked ok on girls or boys, so would wear them too. I was going to make sure I was really cute that day. I decided to pull my hair into a ponytail too. This was going to be the first time I tried to look so feminine going to school.

I was nervous when I got to school Friday morning. But I mustered my courage and entered the school yard. A lot of kids just looked at me with expressions of surprise and confusion. I saw some classmates talking and pointing, both boys and girls.

"Is that Paul? Damn, he looks just like a girl."

"Oh, look. His hair...it's kinda pretty like mine, dontcha' think?"

"Who's that girl? Oh – is that Paul?"

"Dam, looka dat wite boy – or wite girl! Dat's some crazy shit."

A few of the teachers were looking as well. A couple had to do a double-take. I could feel the confused thoughts they had once they recognized me. I was actually enjoying the attention. At one point the principal saw me. She was an older lady, who seemed kind of stern. I could see that she was going to have a talk with me.

"Paul...please come here. I need to discuss something with you."

"Good morning, Mrs. Smith. Did I do something wrong?"

"I assume you know that this is about how you look. Did you deliberately choose to look and dress feminine today?"

"Yes. I like it, it feels good. I don't like most of my other clothes. Do you want me to go home and change?"

"No, but I might change my mind. What do your parents think about this?"

I looked down at my feet. "They didn't see me. They go to work before I leave to walk to school."

"Hmph. Maybe this needs to be brought to their attention. It is most...unusual."

"Nooo, pleeaasse don't tell them!" I pleaded with puppy dog eyes. "I might get punished. My mom can get real mean. She might spank me with her paddle again. It hurts!"

Mrs. Smith made a surprised face when she heard this. I think my sad eyes were having an effect on her. They could be irresistible. "Well, maybe I can hold off and not say anything, just yet. But if it disrupts the other students, then I will have to do something."

"Thanks, ma'am. I promise I won't cause any trouble."

"It's not you that I'm worried about. Well, go on to class. Remember what said. I'll have to change my mind if anyone complains."

The morning classes went on as normal. I did get a lot of surprised looks, and could hear kids whispering about me, but I was used to that.

Just before lunch was our social studies class, the one Louis usually sat next to me in. When he saw me coming to sit down, he said "Damm, you lookin' good! Betta' den some o' dem otha wite girls in here. Dem black girls too."

I blushed and unconsciously twirled a finger of hair. "Thanks. You like it?"

"Yeah, you looks good."

I smiled and got my books out. I couldn't resist wigging my ass in the chair a little when I knew he was looking. Peeking over my shoulder, I saw him adjust himself. It was exciting to see.

As class went on, I periodically checked to make sure Louis wasn't falling asleep. He was awake all class, which meant the teacher wouldn't pick on him.

Class ended and we all went to the cafeteria. When I got there, I saw him in line a few people behind me. I waved and told him to come where I was. He cut in front of the kids between us and stood behind me.

"Thanks. Ah hate waitin'."

The line moved slowly forward. I looked back a few times and saw him adjusting himself again. This made me a little excited too, and I adjusted myself as well.

There was a sudden ripple of kids in the line behind us, which moved up the line like the wave at a football game. It reached us, pushing Louis forward, his crotch ending up right against my ass. I froze for a moment – I could feel his hard dick pushed in between my ass cheeks. It was like an electric shock that felt good. I wanted to see what would happen when I moved. I pushed my ass back against him. He pushed forward when I did. His dick was hard, and big. I could feel the head through his jeans, right up against the spot covering my little hole. It felt so good.

He leaned close and whispered "Dat's a nice ass. You like dat dick rubbin' on you?"

I could hardly whisper back "Y-yes...it feels good. It's big and warm."

"You meet me afta' school. You gonna feel it mo' den."

I gasped and almost jumped when he said this. My little dick immediately got harder, and I think I started to get week in the knees like an excited girl.

"O-okay, where at?"

"By da trees by da baseball fence. You be dere."

"I will."

The line was moving again and we got our lunches. He sat by himself again. I was at another table but could see him. I was too excited to finish eating, so I got up. When I was passing him, I set my mostly full tray beside him. His was already empty. He gave me a small smile then started eating again.

I had an even harder time than usual concentrating for the rest of the afternoon. I didn't know what was going to happen, but I couldn't wait. One of my teachers noticed that I was daydreaming all through class. When the bell rang, she stopped me.

"You looked a little lost in thought...among other things. Is everything okay?"

"Yes, Miss Val, I'm ok. Just excited that it's Friday."

"Well, try to pay attention in the rest of your classes. You are a good student."

"I will. Bye Miss Val." I gave her a sweet smile as I left. As I was walking away, I looked over my shoulder and noticed that she was watching me, with a curious smile on her face.

The bell rang, and the last class was finally over. I couldn't wait to go. I went to the bathroom and then out to the school yard. It was a big fenced-in field that took up half the block. There were some trees by the baseball fence, which was in the farthest corner in the field from the building. I walked through the clovers and bees, which smelled so good and made me happy. I got to the trees and sat down against one.

I didn't have to wait long. Louis came and sat next to me.

"Ah knew you was gonna come."

"Yes. I...really wanted to."

"If you ain't sure, and wanna leave, den go now. Ah ain't gonna be mad. But if you stay, den you gonna do what ah say, ya dig?"

"Okay."

"Good. We gonna sit her fo' a bit and let all dem kids walk home." There were still lots of kids leaving school.

Once we were sure there was no one else around, he sat with his back against the tree. He scooted closer to me and put one of his big hands on my thigh, spreading his legs a bit at the same time.

"You ever see a black dick befoe'?"

"I saw one in one of my dad's sex magazines. It was bigger than the white ones. He was fucking a white woman. She looked like it felt real good."

"Yeah, dem wite girls luv some big black dick. Dey jus' don't say nothin' roun' people bout it."

He took my hand and put it on his dick. It was hard but not fully hard yet. "Rub it, make it harder" he ordered.

As I rubbed it, I could feel him growing in his pants. It felt like the handle of a hammer. He had a big smile on his face as I rubbed. His dick was still getting bigger. It got so long that I thought it was going to pop out the top of his jeans.

"Take it out."

I did what he said and unzipped his pants. He pulled them down just below his underwear. I could see the cloth stretched to restrain his dick. I reached out and pulled the front of his briefs down enough for everything to pop out. He had a big patch of black pubic hair at the base, which went down between his legs, covering a pair of big balls. I wrapped my little hand around his shaft. Not too long but very thick. I could barely wrap my fingers around it. It was firm but smooth and silky. It was so hot in my hand.

"Oh my gosh, it's so big!"

"Yeah you right. But it ain't be as big as my Pop's yet. It gonna be, one day."

He squeezed my thigh. "Mmm, yo' hand be soff an' smooth like a lil' girlie's. Stroke it."

I started stroking it up and down, with a tight grip. I could feel the veins and the outline of his urethra on the underside. His whole dick pulsed with his heartbeat. I must have been doing it well. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. I started to stroke it faster. As I did, his hips started moving in time with me. I gripped it as tight as I could and stroked it even faster. It wasn't long before he tensed up and said "Ah'm gonna cum!"

He shuttered with an "aaahhh" as he shot a good spurt of cum. I was mesmerized by the feeling of his dick pulsing in my hand while watching a large amount continue to come out. After a few moments, his dick began to get soft. As it did, some cum started to ooze out of the head. I squeezed the shaft and more came out. I leaned in for a closer look. The head was like a big mushroom, with thick white semen oozing out of the hole. I rubbed some on my fingertips. It was thick but slick. Bringing them to my nose, I smelled a strong scent, almost like the air smells right before it rains. I liked it. I moved my fingers to my mouth and tasted them. It tasted like it smelled but was savory and salty at the same time. When I was done, I gently wiped his dick and balls with my shirt. It would smell like him for the few hours.

"Damm Paulina, dat was da best. You betta' den some of dem girls ah know'n. You ain't `fraid of it."

"It's beautiful and feels so good. I don't understand why girls would be afraid of it."

"'Cause ah'm gonna split dem pussies wide open wit it one day. Dey ain't gonna be walkin' straight afta'."

"Oh." I realized what he meant. That meant it would do the same to a little ass as well.

He pulled his jeans up. "Put it back and zip me up."

I gave his dick one last squeeze before pulling his underwear back up. I buttoned and zipped his jeans so he could go.

I was curious and wanted to ask him a question before he left.

"Louis, why are you always so tired in school? Don't you sleep at night?"

"Tired `cause ah work fo' mah Pops when ah get home. He haul scrap metal and other shit away after he come home from his job. We work way pas' dark sometimes, so ah don't be goin'na bed till late. But some days ah don't have to. Like today."

"Oh."

"My Momma bitches at him, sayin' it's too much work. She want me to be good in school. Pop says ah'm good and strong, so ah'll be alright. Ah wish ah could sleep more, doh."

"Well...if you want, I can help you with school stuff. It's not hard, and you're not dumb, so it could be easy."

"Huh...never thought `bout dat. Maybe I will. Gonna think about it. But now ah gotta go, ah gots stuff to do."

I gave him a little pouty look and said "Okay. Um, thanks for letting me feel it. I...liked that. It was nice."

"You's alrite Paulina. You ac' better dan most dem bitches ah know. You nice to me too." He ruffled my hair then left.

I smiled as I got up to go. I was looking forward to masturbating when I went to bed that night.

Meeting Momma and Pop

For the next week or so, Louis didn't doze off in class. He still sat behind me. I started dressing more like a girl as much as I could. I knew he liked it, as well as some of the adults. I loved the looks I would get.

One day after class, Louis said "Hey, you still wanna help me? Dem tests comin' up and mah momma said she'd be happy if ah gotta good grade dis time."

"Sure, I want to help."

"Good. You ok comin' to mah house after school? Unless you busy or sumtin'."

"I'll need to go home first but can come after. Give me your address and I'll ride my bike over."

"Yeah, but you's be careful. People gonna wonda' why a cute wite kid ridin' thru mah hood. Any niggas mess wit'chu, tell dem you goin' to mah house. Dey'll leave you be."

"I will. I should be ok."

"You's ok meetin' mah Momma and Pops? Dey'll be home."

"Of course. It will be nice to meet them."

"You know, you's an odd cat. You good wit bein' `round black folks, huh."

"Sure. My parents have black friends. They are real nice. And we have some mixing back a long time ago in our family. If you saw my grandmother, you'd think she was part black. Plus, you know Mike Ell? He's one of my good school friends. We went to elementary together too."

"Yeah ah know him. He alright. Ah bet everybody be liken' you. Mah Pop's gonna think you real cute."

"I bet he's big and strong. Is he nice like you?"

"Yeah, mah Pop's a good man. He take care of Momma and me real good."

"Are you sure they'll be okay with a little white boy that looks like I do going to your house?

"Yeah, dey gonna like you."

I went home after school and told my stepdad I was going help a friend study, and that I should be home before dark. He said to have fun. Before leaving, I took my sister's hair brush and put it in my school bag. I would brush my hair to look nice before meeting Louis' parents. I made it into a ponytail to keep it out of my face. I kept the clothes that I wore to school on.

I kind of knew where his address was but wasn't sure. I would just ride until I found it. I passed our school on the way. Just as Louis said, I got a lot of curious looks, people wondering what a nice looking white kid was doing riding a bike in their neighborhood. At one point I got turned around, so I stopped on a corner. A 20-something year old guy was eyeing me and walked over.

"Hey white...girl? Whatcha' doin' ridin' in this hood? Where you goin?" He looked around. "You can come to my place, we can have a lotta fun." He laid his best charming smile on me.

"I'm looking for Bennett Street. I'm going see my friend Louis. Louis Green. Do you know where he lives?"

"Louis? Joe Green's boy? Oh...okay. Uh, they right `round the corner, in a brown house with bushes in front."

I thought I would mess with him before leaving. With a big smile, I said "Oh thank you. You're so nice! What's your name? I'll be sure to tell Louis and his dad what you did."

He got a look of fear on his face. "N-no, you ain't need t' do dat. Iss no prollem. I gotta go." With that he quickly walked away. I laughed and then continued on my way.

I got to Louis' house. It wasn't fancy, but looked well taken care of, compared to some of the other houses on the street. Much more so than my house. I smoothed my shirt, brushed my hair and re-tied my ponytail before knocking on the door.

I parked my bike on the porch and knocked.

"WHO'S THERE?" a deep, strong voice boomed from inside.

A nice, motherly voice answered "Joseph, that's probably Lou's friend. I'll go get it."

The door opened, and Louis' mother welcomed me. She was a beautiful tall, dark skinned black lady, with a sweet face, amber brown eyes, high cheek bones, and a perfect black woman's figure. Tall and curvy, with big boobs, hips and a perfect ass.

"Why, hello honey. Ain't you a just a cutie. Come on in. What's your name, baby?"

"Pa – Paulina ma'am."

"Shoot, baby, you's a polite one. You just call me Shirley."

"Yes Miss Shirley."

She laughed and put her hand on my back to guide me in.

Louis' dad came in. He was a giant man, over six feet tall and built like Muhammad Ali. More handsome than Louis, he had deep brown eyes with a pearly white smile. I could see where Louis got his dark skin. His parents were both `eggplant black', not the lighter brown like most black people I saw.

"I'm Joe, Lou's Pop. You a pretty one. What's your name?"

I put my hand out. "Paul- Paulina, Mr. Joe. Nice to meet you." He took my hand. It was tiny in his giant one. He gave me a gentle grip.

"Welcome. Shirley, where's Lou? His cute little friend is here" he said with a smile.

"I'll go get him." His mom went through their kitchen and opened the back door. "Lou, your friend is here. Come on in."

Joe looked me up and down, nodding his head like he approved. Shirley came back in.

"So how do you know our Lou? He said y'all have the same class?"

"We've gone to school together since second grade. We knew each other, but just didn't know each other, if you know what I mean."

"You not who we expected to be one of his friends."

"Yeah. He...looks out for me, and I help him when I can."

Louis' parents just smiled.

He came in. "Hey, you met my Mom and Pops already. We can go in the back room and use the table."

Joe said "Lou, you go put Paulina's bike in the backyard first. Don't want none of those broke ass muthafuckas around here tryin' to steal it."

Shirley gave him a stern look. "Joseph, watch your mouth. We got a young guest."

He laughed. "I bet it ain't nothin she ain't heard before. Ain't that right, Paulina?"

"Yes, sir. My parents `curse like sailors'."

"Well there ain't no sailors here so keep the talk clean" Shirley said.

"Yes, momma" Joe said, giving me a wink.

Louis came bck in and we went to study. We spent a good hour or so going over our school work. He wasn't the dumb brute most kids thought he was, and he figured out our schoolwork quickly. I thought he would do well on the test we had coming up.

When we were done, he reached under the table and took my hand. Putting it on his crotch, he said "If nobody was home, ah'd let you play wit it. But we can't now." He let my hand go.

"That would be fun again. Hey, I need to pee. Can I use your bathroom?"

"Yeah. In the hall."

I went to the bathroom and saw his dad looking in the medicine cabinet for something. "Um, Mr. Joe, can I use the bathroom?"

"Sure. Come on in." When I did, he closed the door. "Let me have a good look at you, pretty one. Damn you a hot little girly boy, ain't cha? You be quiet for a sec and let me feel that sweet little ass."

I just smiled. He put one of his big hands right between my legs and started to massage my ass. I spread them a little wider. I could feel his strong fingers kneading my cheeks and rubbing the spot covering my little hole. He wrapped his other arm around the front and worked his hand under my shirt to play with my nipples, which were starting to get hard. I let out a little whimper of pleasure.

"Oh, you like that, huh? Your soft little ass feels good. I bet your little hole gets wet like a pussy. Your little nipples feel just like a little girl's, all tender an' sweet. Now feel what you doin' to me." He took my hand and pulled it to the front of his pants. "Now you feelin' a real man's dick." It felt giant, like a bat that was stuffed in his pants. His fly was strained and stretched keeping it in. I could feel the outline of two huge balls below the rock hard shaft. I rubbed up and down a few times before he let me go and stepped back.

"Damn, girly, you know what you doin' for sure. You did this for my boy yet?"

I blushed and put my chin down.

"Well, shit. That's my boy!"

Joe left and closed the door. I still needed to pee but my little dick was harder than it had ever been. I had to let it go down some before I could pee. While I waited, I felt something damp in my cotton panties. I felt around and found a wet spot, right outside of my little hole. `Just like a pussy' I thought to myself, smiling.

After peeing and washing my hands, I left the bathroom and was greeted with the most wonderful smells coming from the kitchen. Following my nose, I walked in to see Shirley cooking at the stove. She saw me and smiled.

"Miss Shirley, that smells so good! Just like my Grandmaw's cooking."

"Thank you, baby. We havin' some good soul food. Fried catfish, greens and macaroni & cheese. Biscuits too. Does your momma cook good?"

I made a face. "No, not really. My father used to tease that she could burn water. I usually warm stuff from cans up myself. It usually tastes better."

"You gotta do that yourself? That's a shame. No can foods ever gonna beat the taste of some real cookin'. Tell you what. You gonna stay and I'm gonna feed you good. You so thin!" She leaned in close and spoke low in my ear. "You ain't gonna grow no hips and ass if you don't eat, baby." She pinched my butt and smiled as she pulled away."

I blushed beet red and put my face down, hiding my big smile.

"Joseph, Lou, Paulina's gonna stay and eat supper with us. We can't send this little one home hungry, she so thin!"

"That's right Momma, she ain't gonna grow no ass if she don't eat!" Joe said, laughing.

I blushed again. Louis put his palm to his face and shook his head.

"JOSEPH! Why you wanna embarrass that child!" Then everyone started laughing. I couldn't help but start laughing too.

Shirley loaded up my plate. Joe and Louis took even more. I didn't plan on eating much, but it was so good that I ate it all.

"Oh Miss Shirley, that was SO good! I'm stuffed. I'm gonna look funny riding my bike home like this!"

She gave me a beautiful smile. Putting a hand on my cheek, she said "You so sweet. Glad you liked it." Her hand was soft and warm, so nice against my face. I didn't want to move.

Everyone finished eating. We all looked full and content.

"Miss Shirley, can I help pick up?"

"Oh, no baby. You our guest."

It was about 7 pm by now, and I thought I should get home.

Joe spoke up. "It's gonna be dark soon. You shouldn't be ridin' 'round here this late. I'll drive you home."

"No, it's alright, I ride around in the evening all the time. I don't want to be a bother."

"Nonsense. I'll bring you. You might ride around after dark where you live, but not in this neighborhood."

"Yes, sir."

"Lou, go put her bike in the back of my truck. You say goodbye now, y'all gonna see each soon enough. Help your momma clean up."

He said "Bye, see you at school. Thanks for coming help me. I think I'll do good."

"I know you will. Thanks for letting me come over."

Shirley said "come give me a hug, baby."

I went and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling my head in her bust. She hugged me back and patted my head. "You come back anytime now, hear? You a sweet baby."

She felt so nice that I didn't want to let her go, but I did. "Thanks so much for letting me eat with y'all. I hope I wasn't intruding."

"Heavens no. Eating together ain't never an intrusion."

"Thanks so much. Goodnight Miss Shirley."

Joe said "Alright, we ready to go. Let's get on the road."

We got in his pickup truck. This was 1980, so seatbelts weren't mandatory yet, and most trucks didn't have them. He was able to reach over and pull me close to him in the middle of the bench seat. He was warm and smelled manly. I snuggled a little closer to him. He wrapped his free arm around my shoulder and reached around the front to pinch my nipples.

"You a hot little honey! I like putting my hands on your sweet little body." I blushed and leaned against him.

"You don't live far, so it'll be just a few minutes. But while we drive, you gonna hold on to me." He moved my hand down to his dick, straining to escape his pants. I started rubbing as he drove.

"Yeah, you a sweet little girly. I bet that ass is pretty. You gonna let me see it one day. I'll even let you play with this big dick."

"But what if Miss Shirley found out? I don't want her to get mad at me."

"She knows not to ask about my business."

"What about Louis?" I don't want him to not like me anymore."

He laughed. "Lou knows he has to share a little honey with his Pops sometimes. He never brought home a little white girly before though. You know, he got a few older bitches who love that dick of his."

"No, he never said anything. I bet it would be fun to watch them though."

"Oh, you like girls too? Well, you gonna have some fun when you's grown then. You'll see."

We were quiet for the last few minutes. He let me go as we pulled up in front of my house.

"You home now. You be a good little girly and come back soon. I can tell Momma wants to see you again. You know I do too."

We got out and he lifted by bike out the back of the truck with one arm, like it was nothing.

I gave him a sweet smile. "Good night Mr. Joe, thanks so much."

He winked and ruffled my hair. "Go on, get inside. Tell your parents yous home safe." He got in his truck and left.

My mom and dad looked out the window when they heard a truck pull up. They saw this large black man get out and take my bike out the back. They were surprised to see him pat my head and smile before leaving. I also had a big smile on my face as I walked my bike up to the door.

My dad was his usual mellow self. "Hey, who was that, your friend's dad? That was cool of him to give you a lift home. It's getting dark."

My mom looked me up and down and gave me an icy look. "So you went to your `friend's house wearing that? Looking like a little bitch? Yeah, I know why that man was smiling at you" she spat.

"Leave me alone. My friend's parents didn't have a problem with the way I look. They were nice."

"Yeah, they probably want to fuck you, looking like that. Get out of my sight."

"No problem" I said back in my most sarcastic tone. I walked out to bring my bike to the garage, then went to my room so I didn't have to see her.

She heard me pass by and yelled "leftovers are on the stove. Eat or don't, I don't care."

"Don't worry about it. I ate some nice, home cooked food that actually tasted good."

She was about to get up and try to slap me when my dad grabbed her. "Leave him be. He's just being who he is. Don't be such a mean bitch."

"Don't you tell me anything. He's MY son. He is going to act and look like a young man. I don't want another useless little cunt running around here."

"Alright, whatever. You're just going to be disappointed, you know."

She said "Fuck off" and went to the kitchen and poured a big glass of the cheap Gallo wine she drank. It was the first of many, despite it still being early evening. Bringing the bottle with her, she went to the family room and sat in the corner to read. And stew in her anger.

I went to my room and locked the door. Taking off my clothes, I laid on the bed. Thinking of Mr. Joe and his big hard dick, I started to get hard. I got the bottle of lotion I had and lubed my hand up with it. I started rubbing my hard little dick, but soon moved my fingers to my sensitive little hole. I rubbed circles around the rim, then started putting pressure on the opening with the flats of my fingers. Stroking my little dick with my other hand at the same time, I was getting more excited. I couldn't wait anymore and stuck a finger up my ass. It was hot and very wet. It felt so good that I inserted another. Pushing them in as far as I could, I moved them around. They found something firm at the base of my dick. It felt a shiver and wave of pleasure when I hit it. I almost came right there. I pulled my hand back enough to insert a third finder. I felt around, looking for that spot again. The inside my rectum felt like a hot, wet velvet glove, squeezing my fingers tight. I started moving them in and out while looking for that magic spot. Every now and then I would find it, making me shiver with pleasure. It felt so good.