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Love Don't Come Easy
By Alex Hairston
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Chapter OneNorth Carolina
One hot summer about fourteen years ago, I went to visit my family in North Carolina. Both sides of my family are from the same small town, just outside of Charlotte. My father used to tell me, "Boy, you better go down there and get yourself a girlfriend." I thought he was so stupid, because it seemed like I was related to everyone in town. It's weird, but I have Browns on both sides of my family. I would like to think it's because Brown is such a common last name. I know there's a good chance my parents are related, but I don't want to focus on that.
My parents and I arrived in North Carolina on a Friday morning for our thirty-second annual family reunion. The reunion didn't officially begin until the next afternoon. We always had a prereunion meeting and a Friday night fish fry at my father's grandmother's house. My great-grandmother was our oldest living relative. She had even outlived her children. It was a blessing to have her around.
Cancer, heart disease and alcoholism had claimed the lives of my other grandparents. My family was and probably still is one of the largest and most prominent families in North Carolina. We can trace our family history back to the early 1800s. My father's great-great-great-grandfather, Jasper Brown, was born in 1835. He was a slave of William Brown Sr. William inherited his plantation from his uncle Samuel Willingham. Jasper Brown is credited for keeping our family together. Because of his hard work and dedication, William Brown promised to keep Jasper's family together. Although Jasper was a slave, I'm sure he was a proud man. He actually sacrificed himself through hard work for future generations. To this day we still honor Jasper at our annual family reunions.
The reunion began Saturday afternoon at a local park. This was probably our largest celebration ever. It was like an outdoor music festival. We featured local blues, jazz, rap, R&B and gospel acts. Some of the acts consisted of actual family members. Later that night, we had a more formal banquet and ceremony in a ballroom. That year we had a dedication ceremony for my great-grandmother in honor of her ninetieth birthday. My great-grandmother was like a living history book. She was in excellent physical and mental health. She was tiny in stature, but her voice was strong and clear. My parents knew that I had written a poem for my great-grandmother and they had me recite it in front of everyone. I was nervous because the room was filled with about fifteen hundred people claiming to be descendants of Jasper Brown. I thought no one would pay much attention to me, but the entire ballroom was quiet when I stepped up to the microphone. I said, "Good evening, I'm the great-grandson of Edith Brown. I'm going to recite a poem that I wrote for her entitled 'Grandma's Poem.'"
You've always been there for me Giving me love and affection Guiding my life in the right direction Hold me ... mold me Make me the man I need to be The greater the influence The greater the outcome So much wisdom comes from within Knowledge of the past and present
From slavery to freedom My family history is no mystery The knowledge you speak Is the knowledge I seek
From a huge family tree With deep southern roots One of ten children Now the one and only Time continues to move on The river of life continues to flow Where it stops only God knows
Everyone loved my poem. My great-grandmother stood up with tears in her eyes and gave me a big hug. The next day the reunion ended after service at the family church. That was probably the best reunion we've ever had.
My parents were about to leave for a two-week trip to Hawaii. Back home some rumors about my dad cheating with some woman had surfaced. This was his way of smoothing things out with my mother. They had me stay with my father's brother, Uncle Charlie Brown. He was a divorced father of two. My aunt Helen had left him for a twenty-year-old Tom Cruise-lookin' white guy from next door. She packed up and moved the two of them to the next town. For years, this guy used to play with my cousins. No one knew it, but he played with my aunt too when my uncle wasn't around. All and all, Uncle Charlie took it well. He used to say, "At least she left me for a man."
Uncle Charlie was a truck driver who had his own trucking company. Before acquiring his trucking company, Uncle Charlie worked as a truck driver for another company. I thought it was strange that he owned the company and still drove a truck. I guess he continued to drive because he had a genuine desire and an undying passion for truck driving. Uncle Charlie hired other family members to help run the business. He planned a cross-country drive to California, and his son, Charles, and I were supposed to join him on this ultimate trucking adventure. Charles was my age, but we had nothing in common. I hated him and he hated me.
On the other hand, his sister, Tammy, was my favorite cousin. She was eighteen and absolutely beautiful. Sometimes I felt she was the most interesting part of North Carolina. We used to spend hours talking about anything and everything. Our favorite topic was sex. I used to make up sexy stories just to keep her interest. I think she knew I was lying, but my stories turned her on a lot.
Tammy introduced me to her friend Stacey and from that point, my life was never quite the same. Stacey was even more beautiful than Tammy. It was love at first sight. Well, for me. When Stacey entered the room the look in my eyes said it all. This girl had me sprung, my nose was wide open. She smelled like a fresh country field of wildflowers. A gentle summer breeze and her fragrance could make the strongest man weak.
There was one big problem, Stacey was eighteen and I was only sixteen. I found out that Stacey definitely wasn't related to me. She had just moved to North Carolina a year earlier from Jacksonville, Florida. That night I couldn't sleep because I was supposed to leave for California the next morning with my uncle and my cousin. I played sick so I could stay behind with Tammy and Stacey. I was starting to feel sick for real because I really didn't want to ride all the way to California in a truck. I was dreaming of being with Stacey. Tammy knew what I was doing and she helped me convince her father to let me stay behind.
My uncle fell for it. I just had to go to my great-grandmother's house and pretend for a few more hours. Later that afternoon, the girls came over to pick me up from my grandmother's house. Tammy drove a red Mustang convertible. I begged her to put the top up on that thing and turn on the AC. Slavery was over and we had a choice not to suffer in that Southern heat. I felt as if the sun had something against me because it was on my back all day. We were the only black people riding around in a damn convertible. The girls laughed and told me to get used to the Southern heat.
Tammy told Stacey all about the sexy stories that I had told her. At first I was a little mad at Tammy for doing that, but Stacey started showing me even more attention. Tammy did me a big favor by sharing those stories. The next thing I knew, I was telling Stacey the same stories, but making them even hotter. I felt myself falling even deeper for Stacey, but I wasn't sure if she even liked me.
Chapter TwoSexy Little Secret
Tammy and Stacey were showing me a good time and that beat the hell out of a truck ride to Cali. The three of us went to the mall for lunch. I couldn't take my eyes off Stacey. I watched her as she ate bite by bite. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen. Stacey and Tammy both looked like they could have passed for Sade's little sisters. I was stone cold in love with Sade. I thought she set the standard for beauty. Sade was the model I used to judge all women by.
I was having the time of my life with those two. We went to the movies and the arcade. I met more of Tammy's friends. They all seemed pretty cool, but no one compared to Stacey. She was planning to spend the night at my uncle's house. Later that night she gave me a cheap good-night kiss on the cheek. I thought of her kiss on the cheek as an insult. It seemed like her way of saying, Good night, little boy. I knew I didn't have a chance with her.
Since she treated me like a little boy I planned to act like one. I came up with a crazy plan to hide in Tammy's closet while Stacey was in the shower. Tammy had a sliding closet door, which made it perfect for viewing. I heard the shower running and I made sure it was all clear. Nobody was home except Tammy, Stacey, and me. They weren't anywhere in sight, so I hid in the closet. Stacey stepped into the bedroom dripping wet. I was so nervous that I stopped breathing. I knew I was wrong, but she deserved this for that cheapass kiss on the cheek. It was almost as if she knew I was watching. Stacey turned her back and took off her plush hot pink towel. Her body was perfect. She had a sexy round ass and nice firm breasts with the prettiest little brown nipples. I wanted to kiss her all over. She bent over drying her legs. Stacey looked so good that she made me come in my pants. Before I knew it Tammy stepped into the room wearing the same kind of towel.
I thought, Oh my God.
My heart stopped beating. Tammy walked right up to Stacey and kissed her on the lips. This was the first time I had ever seen girls kiss. I had heard of lesbians, but I had never seen them in action. I was so nervous I thought I was going to die. This was too much for a sixteen-year-old boy to see, but I loved watching every minute. They were so into each other that they never noticed me. I think even if I had stepped out of the closet they would have kept going. They kissed like they were so in love. I watched the gentle touches and the deep, slow kisses. When Tammy was missing I never imagined that she was in the shower with Stacey.
Tammy and Stacey finally fell asleep. I stayed in the closet until 2:00 or 3:00 A.M. It wasn't too hard sneaking out of Tammy's bedroom because they were sound asleep like newborn babies in their mother's arms. I went straight for the shower. I had masturbated earlier, but I just couldn't stop. The sight of Tammy and Stacey together had me worked up. They made me want to watch again. I wanted to let them know what I had seen, but I kept thinking they would hate me if they knew that I had been watching. I wanted them to let me join in or just let me sit in a corner and watch. To this day, I've told only my friend Lisa what I saw.
The next day I had a new empowered feeling. I was completely on a mission to make Stacey mine. When I saw Tammy and Stacey I had the biggest smile on my face. They couldn't figure out why I was so happy. I told Stacey I loved her and I wanted to make love to her before the summer was over. She had the most intriguing look on her face that I've ever seen. She loved the fact that I was so forward. I told her I was focused and I knew exactly what I wanted. I pulled her closer trying to kiss her, but she told me to slow down. I thought back to the way she and Tammy looked kissing. I moved toward her, slowly running my hand down her cheek and neck. When our lips touched I instantly felt her tongue penetrate my lips. I gently worked my tongue to her pleasure. I started kissing on her neck and feeling her breasts. We both were aroused.
Stacey abruptly stopped kissing and said, "Damn, that was good. Let's save some for later."
She really didn't want things to go too far with us. She didn't want to appear like a child molester.
"I know I'm young, but I can be your dirty little secret."
"You're kind of young, but there's nothing little about you. Instead of my dirty little secret, you can be my sexy little secret."
Stacey had a way with words that made me feel good about myself.
This was a hot summer and it was about to get much hotter. Tammy and Stacey invited a bunch of their friends over for a pool party. I noticed Stacey giving me some sexy stares. I could read her mind. Her eyes told me how much she wanted me. At first, I thought she would be ashamed to be so forward with me in front of all her friends, but she didn't care. Anyway, her friends didn't have any idea how old I was. Stacey's stares confirmed that she was really into me. The strange thing was that I wasn't intimidated or nervous around her at all. She was comforting to me. The fact that she was older and experienced turned me on even more.
Stacey and I played around in the pool and I got so aroused that I couldn't get out of the water. It was getting late and it looked like everybody was trying to stick around for an all-night party. This had kind of messed up our plans. Stacey asked me to sneak away with her so we could play in private. There were teenagers all over the house, so we ended up going to the only vacant room in the house, my uncle's bedroom. This made me a little nervous, but I had nothing to lose. Except my virginity. I jumped onto the bed and Stacey moved closer to me in a smooth, seductive way. I stood up to undress and she grabbed me. We kissed. I undressed her with one hand and felt her up and down with the other. I kissed her all over. Before I knew it she had my pants down around my ankles and she started performing oral sex on me. I had always wondered how it would feel. I had tried simulating this during masturbation with soaps and lotions, but no soap or lotion could ever come close to the feeling. I had never dreamed it could feel so good. Stacey was so focused on pleasing me and I didn't want to make her feel left out. I was young and inexperienced, but I wasn't the average virgin. I had seen some of my father's porno movies before and I had learned a few tricks. I wanted to share the pleasure with Stacey, so I picked her up and laid her on the bed.
I looked right into her eyes and said, "It's my turn to please you now."
I caressed her breasts and ran my tongue around her perky little nipples. I made my way down her abdomen with my tongue; then I buried my face deep between her thighs. Stacey wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in deeper. I could tell that she enjoyed what I was doing because I'd never heard her moan like that before. It was such a turn-on for me to give her pleasure like that. Stacey had an unforgettable orgasm.
I climbed on top and slowly penetrated her wetness. Stacey's eyes rolled back in her head. She screamed with pleasure. I had to muffle her mouth with a pillow so no one would hear her moan. I got lost inside her warm, wet, tight little hiding place. My penis was still erect even after I reached my climax. I stayed hard almost all night. This was when I realized that I had a gift. We just kept going and going. We did almost every position I could remember from my father's porno movies.
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