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“Come on, Jackie! It’s time to take your meds,” fussed the roommate.
“Calm down, you old queen,” hissed the 76 year-old. “You’re not the boss of me.”
“Thank goodness,” giggled the friend. “Open up, Drink.”
Jacqueline Littlejohn swallowed with relative ease.
“Very good. You feel like oatmeal for breakfast,” inquired the mature, sepia-toned woman.
“That’s fine. Apple cinnamon,” requested the fair-skinned Jacqueline.
“Give me a few minutes. You mind seeing if Alene wants some too?”
“Sure, daw-tah!”
“Thanks, muh-vah!”
The home chef went into the fridge and took out a gallon of reduced-fat milk. Her government name was Melanie Lundy. She was known to close friends as ‘Mel’. When the midwife delivered her 66 years ago, she announced it was a bouncing baby boy. Melanie’s young mother declared her son’s name would be Melvin. It became increasingly clear over time that Melvin had quite a bit of ‘sugar in his tank’. At the age of 15, Melvin ran away and ended up in Chicago. There, Melanie was born.
Alene and Jackie returned. The three seniors sat down at the dining table just off the kitchen,
“Thanks, sis,” Alene said.
“You’re welcome,” the retired social work aide replied.
“You had some fun last night, Mizz Allie,” smirked the frail Jackie.
“Well,” laughed Alene. “I was overdue.”
“Sounded like y’all had a good time,” beamed Mel.
“Indeed,” Jacqueline added.
“What can I say,” blushed the former customer service employee.
The trio all knew Alene was loud in bed. She always had been. Last night, her bed knocked against the wall repeated. Whomever was dicking her down was doing a damn fine job the other housemates reasoned.
Alene had screamed, “Fuck this pussy, nigga! Fuck it hard.”
A deep voice howled, “Yeah, baby! Give Daddy that pussy!”
“All that big dick in my tranny pussy!”
“Yeah, girl!”
That dialogue was followed by more banging and additional dirty talk. Apparently, the guy was a loud cummer too.
“Well, we all have needs,” Mel offered gingerly. “Jackie has an appointment at Missions this morning. Do you wanna come with us?”
“What time,” Alene asked.
“9:30,” Jacqueline stated.
“Sure! I can take the bus to work afterwards.”
“I can drop you off,” Mel asserted.
“Okay. That’d be great,” Alene said.
“When is your car getting out of the shop,” Jackie quizzed.
“Should be soon. That was the mechanic last night,” she snickered.
“Yasssss, daw-tah,” the oldest grande dame cheered.
“You still got it,” grinned Mel. “Let’s be ready to head out in 45 minutes.”
“I’ll clear the table,” Alene announced.
Mel headed into the master suite of the 1,500 square feet, three-bedroom, two-bath home. She thought it only fair that she have it since her name was on the mortgage and she owned an 80% share according to the partnership agreement she had with Alene. The two younger grande dames let Miss Jacqueline stay with them at no cost. Mel showered and dressed.
At the medical office, Mel registered her friend and waited.
Jackie thumbed through a magazine.
Alene played a game on her phone.
The nurse called them back. Mel helped Jackie stand and let her lean on her arm as she shuffled along. After the weigh in and vitals check, they were led to an exam room.
In walked a young brotha whose coloring had a warm swarthy beige tone.
Jackie’s eyes widened. Mel appeared confused.
“Hi! I’m Derreck and I’m of the nurse practitioners. I know you usually work with Jana, but she’s going to be out for a little while so I’m here. What are you names?”
“Jacqueline Littlejohn,” the patient smiled.
“I’m Mel.”
“Sisters,” he wondered aloud.
“This is my daw-tah,” Jackie explained with a flick of her wrist.
“Yes ma’am. I understand. Are you fine with Mel being in here, Ms. Littlejohn?”
“Oh, absolutely,” coughed Jackie. “She’ll remember all of this better than me,” she chuckled.
“Very good,” the healthcare provider’s eyes warmed as he took a seat. “So, here’s a little about me. As I said, my name is Derreck. I’m a nurse practitioner certified in gerontology and HIV & AIDS care. I grew up in Baton Rouge. My husband and I have been married for six years. We currently foster two k**s. Tell me. How do your feet feel?”
Jackie launched into an explanation of her current state of health.
As usual, the patient left out a few details so Mel rounded out the conversation with additional details.
“Great, ladies! I wanna take a quick listen,” Derreck grabbed his stethoscope. “Can we get you up here,” he patted the exam bench.
Jackie stood. Mel and Derreck assisted her.
“How did you two meet,” the provider inquired.
Jackie thought back for a moment. “Mizz Melanie was a youngin’. I thought she could use a plate of food. I invited her in for dinner and she never left,” giggled the patient.
“It’s true,” Mel confirmed. “But it’s much more than that.”
“I love hearing these stories. What happened?”
Jackie said, “She was sweet, but naive. And we became family. It was different in our day.”
“She’s right. She taught me the game, showed me love, gave me discipline,” Mel shared.
“You see, this one,” Jackie pointed. “She was real smart. Smarter than most folks twice her age. She just needed to know the streets. I wanted her to be more than me.”
“That’s not fair, muh-vah,” Mel protested.
“Nice! Deep breaths,” Derreck instructed.
Mel continued. “You had it going on! I aspired to be you. And you took me in. I was just a poor nancy boy from Arkansas.”
“We all started somewhere,” Jackie reminded them. “You were special and you still are. I was a kept woman. That was ‘bag’ as the young folk say. You had brains!”
“Thanks!”
“That is so amazing. I really love how the community supports one another in the aging process. I see a lot of caregivers that are LGBTQ+ identified caring for peers,” Derreck remarked.
“I’m not a caregiver,” challenged Mel.
“Yes, you are,” snapped Jackie. “What else would you call it?”
“I guess.”
“You bought a house and you let me live there rent free. You take me to my doctor's appointment and what not. You nag me about taking medicine,” she cleared her throat.
Derreck interjected. “It’s common for people in your situation to feel they are just ‘doing what’s right’ because your taking care of your family of choice. It’s still an important role and I don’t want to undervalue it. It doesn’t mean that your support of Ms. Littlejohn is transactional by any means. Anyone can tell there is respect, admitation, and maybe a little snarkiness between you two,” he winked.
“Exactly,” Jackie nodded.
“Are you still smoking, Ms. Littlejohn?”
“Only a couple a day,” the patient revealed.
“Ahem,” Mel coughed.
“Okay. Okay. The past couple weeks, I been going through two packs a week.” Jackie confessed.
“No problem, Ms. Littlejohn,” the advanced practice nurse reassured her. “What’s caused the increase.”
“I don’t know.”
“What happens sometimes before you decide to have a cigarette?”
“Nothing.”
Derreck looked at her genuinely. He kept his face neutral and maintained silence.
Jackie began to speak. “I just miss the old days. I used to be on top of the world. It reminds me of that.”
“That’s understandable. And it’s very common, Ms. Littlejohn. Don’t feel bad. I’m not going to chastise you for smoking. I’m just going to remind you to keep it as minimal as possible. Do you take advantage of our counseling services.”
“No,” she snapped.
“I understand. It’s just not what we do,” he rubbed the back of his hand with his forefinger. “I promise you it can be nice just to talk. Sometimes a group setting is better.”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell you what. Pick out a new activity to try and do it once a week. Knitting or maybe coming here for an afternoon to hang out.”
“I could come here. They have a piano.”
“You play?”
“I used to.”
“There you go. Let’s do that a couple times before I see you next.”
Once the appointment was over, Alene and Mel helped Jackie into the silver 2013 Kia Sportage SUV. Mel drove Alene to her part-time gig at the nursing home where she worked as an activities coordinator at a veterans’ home.
“What do you want for lunch,” Mel asked her ‘mother’.
“You feel like a plate lunch?”
“I sure do.”
On the way inside the restaurant, a nice-looking middle-aged couple came out of the door. The broad-shouldered, dark-skinned man said, “Let me hold the door for you ladies!” The petite woman with gold and burgundy weave added, “You two look lovely.”
“Thank you, dear,” Jackie replied.
“Yes, thank you,” added Mel.
They ordered their meals and chose a table. Jackie had blackened catfish, fried okra, and boiled new potatoes. Mel chose chicken fried steak with white gravy, green beans, and yams. Both ladies selected strawberry shortcake for dessert.
They ate slowly.
Jackie placed her fork on the plate. “I don’t think I’ve ever really thanked you for what you’ve done for me.”
Mel took a deep breath. “You have. You took me in. Saved me from turning tricks behind dumpsters. Made me push myself.”
“I know all that. But all I did was be a kept woman.”
“That’s not really fair. Maybe you did have sugar daddies, but you used the money to house so many of the other gurls and feed us. We had no one else.”
“And, it was fun.”
“Great fun. That pro football player was fine too.”
“You’re the only one that ever met him.”
“Really?”
“Yes and it was by accident,” Jackie chuckled.
“Well he looked good. Who was he,” Mel inquired for the first time in years.
“You know I’m not going to spill his tea. I’ll just say he was on the defensive line for the Bears.”
“Fair enough.”
Jackie had been the secret side chick for more than one man in her life. The one who Mel mentioned was a former defensive end who spent 11 seasons in the NFL - split between the Chicago Bears; the New York Giants, and the Detroit Lions. He was tall, bulky, and medium brown in complexion. Another good one was the handsome, dark-skinned general surgeon.
There had been challenges. Mel and Alene had lost jobs due to their sexual orientation and gender presentation over the years. Thankfully, Mel found an opportunity and capitalized. It allowed her to connect Alene to some work as well. They were male professionally, but women otherwise.
All of the women, legally changed their names a few years prior. They were shocked at the acceptance and love they received. During their 20s and 30s this was unheard of. It was a blessing beyond compare. Their biological family ties had been severed. They only had each other.
“I played my part,” Jackie grinned.
“We all did, muh-vah!”
“You’re right.”
“So, when are you gonna open that thang up again?”
“What,” Mel acted incredulous.
“Stop actin’ chile! You ain’t had no action in a minute.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Whatever!”
They finished their meals.
Alene was at work playing checkers with an octogenarian.
He said, “Back in the day, I would’ve been mean as hell to you.”
“Oh really, Moe?”
“Yep! And I would’ve been trying to get you in bed on the low too.”
“Is that so.”
“Yeah! It’s what we did back then,” regretted the wheelchair-bound, copper-skinned man. “Made fun of y’all, but liked messin’ around wit’ y’all.”
“I know,” she sighed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Time’s were different. Wish it was like it is now. Cats being with the gurls with no problems.”
“It certainly is different now.” she agreed.
“I could’ve been happy with someone like you. Instead I got four ex-wives and a bunch of k**s that hate me.”
“I’m sure they don’t hate you.”
“Then you’re wrong. King me,” he pumped his fist.
Mel and Jackie returned home.
Jackie posted up in her bedroom. The TV was tuned into her favorite reality court show that focused on aggrieved couples’ family law issues. Her government-issued mobile phone rang.
“Hey, Jackie,” a familiar voice said.
“Hi!”
“It’s Angie.”
“I know who you are. What’s going on?”
“Just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Good.”
“What’s new with you.”
“Same ole, same ole. Went to the doctor today?”
“How was it?”
“Pretty good. New guy. He wants me to do counseling.”
“Why?”
“I started smoking more.”
“Well, try it.”
“Did Mel call you?”
“Nope. You just crossed my mind.”
“Okay, love. Can I call you later. I really wanna see what happens next on this show.”
“Of course!”
Mel sat at the desk in her room browsing the internet on her all-in-one desktop computer. She thought about Jackie’s comments from lunch. She had not shared the company of a man in her bed within the past four months. She pulled up her email account and sorted through the message. She found the one she wanted. She clicked the reply button and wrote:
It’s been a while. How are you? Want to meet again?
Mel sent the note.
Moments later, her phone dinged. It was an answer from the dude she’d just written. He explained he had been away for work, but was back in the area. He was definitely ready to meet again. He asked if later this evening was good. Mel told him it was.
Alene cooked dinner. She made spaghetti and meatballs and served a tossed salad.
“Delicious,” Mel remarked.
“Yes,” added Jackie.
“Thank y’all,” Alene blushed. “I have a question.”
“What is it,” checked Mel.
“This client at work is very comfortable with me. He told me today he used to make fun of gurls like us, but would creep with us on the low.”
“Oh, he wants them cookies,” Jackie surmised immediately.
“Probably,” Mel concurred.
“I can’t,” lamented Alene.
“He ain’t gonna tell,” Jackie advised.
They all busted out laughing.
“Is that some Chinese proverb,” Alene asked.
“Naw. That’s just real,” Jackie responded.
“You are part Chinese,” Mel remembered.
“Yeah. Part. But, I’m Black,” declared Jacqueline.
“No one is questioning that,” Alene stated.
“I know, I don’t think I explained my Chinese part.”
“Was it your dad,” Alene inquired knowing full well Jackie had told the story before.
“Close,” Jackie coughed. “My grandfather came from China after the Civil War. He worked on a plantation in the Delta. He married my grandmother and started a grocery store. The Chinese men came alone to Mississippi and a lot of ‘em married Black women. Their daughter was my mom.”
“Great story, Jackie,” Mel smiled.
Alene handled getting Jackie ready for bed. It was only 6:00, but the woman would be asleep within a couple hours.
Alene came out to the living room. She explained, “The mechanic is coming back tonight.”
“That’s fine. It’s your house too,” Mel commented.
“Okay!”
“I have a guest as well.”
“Oh my! Who? Who?”
“Someone I’ve known for a while.”
“No, honey! Dish!”
Mel began, “Nice guy. Welder.”
“Is he hung, baby?”
“Nine inches.”
“Yassss!”
“Look good too?”
“He’s in his fifties. Stocky Negro. Big belly. Bald head. Goatee. Dark skin.”
“Sounds hot. Get it, gurl. Do I need to cancel or change plans?”
“No. Do your thing!”
“Alright!”
The night progressed.
Alene welcomed her guest. They went to her bedroom and put on a streaming movie. A few minutes later, they heard shuffling past the door.
Mel and the guy settled down in the master suite.
“You look great,” he shared.
“So do you, Daddy!”
The man grabbed her and began kissing. He fondled her like crazy. “Suck this dick,” he ordered.
Mel ate the big cock up.
He tossed her on the queen-sized bed. He munched Mel’s asspussy. Spat on it. Fingered it.
“You want this big Black dick,” he asked,
“Yes, sir,” Mel cooed.
“Toot that ass up!”
The dude entered Mel’s tight, fresh asshole.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned.
“Owwww,” whined Melanie.
“Take it! Get Daddy’s dick,” he demanded.
“Oh shit, nigga!”
The man pounded as if he had no worries. Mel screamed and writhed.
Jackie was awakened from her slumber. She heard the sweet sounds of fucking. She grabbed her flask of gin from the nightstand drawer and took a gulp.
The fucking noise prodded the mechanic to put Alene on her back. He mounted her. “Open dat pussy,” he ordered.
“Oh my god,” wailed Alene.
“Let me get dis pussy, bitch!”
Mel and the welder danced in rhythmic passion. His meat slaying her pussy.
“Yeah, baby! Take all Daddy’s dick!”
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Oh shit!”
Meanwhile, Alene and the mechanic were banging too. They were spooning with the guy behind her.
“You like dis dick, baby?”
“I love it!”
“You so much betta den my wife,” he admitted.
Mel yelled from the master bedroom. “Nut, Daddy. Cream this boipussy!”
“Oh yeah, bitch!”
The welder collapsed.
Alene got on top of her man and rode. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Yeah, gurl! I need dis pussy!”
“It’s yours!
“Awwwwww! Shit!”
The mechanic busted a fat load.
Jackie took another swig. She relished her ‘daw-tahs’ both being happy tonight.
“Calm down, you old queen,” hissed the 76 year-old. “You’re not the boss of me.”
“Thank goodness,” giggled the friend. “Open up, Drink.”
Jacqueline Littlejohn swallowed with relative ease.
“Very good. You feel like oatmeal for breakfast,” inquired the mature, sepia-toned woman.
“That’s fine. Apple cinnamon,” requested the fair-skinned Jacqueline.
“Give me a few minutes. You mind seeing if Alene wants some too?”
“Sure, daw-tah!”
“Thanks, muh-vah!”
The home chef went into the fridge and took out a gallon of reduced-fat milk. Her government name was Melanie Lundy. She was known to close friends as ‘Mel’. When the midwife delivered her 66 years ago, she announced it was a bouncing baby boy. Melanie’s young mother declared her son’s name would be Melvin. It became increasingly clear over time that Melvin had quite a bit of ‘sugar in his tank’. At the age of 15, Melvin ran away and ended up in Chicago. There, Melanie was born.
Alene and Jackie returned. The three seniors sat down at the dining table just off the kitchen,
“Thanks, sis,” Alene said.
“You’re welcome,” the retired social work aide replied.
“You had some fun last night, Mizz Allie,” smirked the frail Jackie.
“Well,” laughed Alene. “I was overdue.”
“Sounded like y’all had a good time,” beamed Mel.
“Indeed,” Jacqueline added.
“What can I say,” blushed the former customer service employee.
The trio all knew Alene was loud in bed. She always had been. Last night, her bed knocked against the wall repeated. Whomever was dicking her down was doing a damn fine job the other housemates reasoned.
Alene had screamed, “Fuck this pussy, nigga! Fuck it hard.”
A deep voice howled, “Yeah, baby! Give Daddy that pussy!”
“All that big dick in my tranny pussy!”
“Yeah, girl!”
That dialogue was followed by more banging and additional dirty talk. Apparently, the guy was a loud cummer too.
“Well, we all have needs,” Mel offered gingerly. “Jackie has an appointment at Missions this morning. Do you wanna come with us?”
“What time,” Alene asked.
“9:30,” Jacqueline stated.
“Sure! I can take the bus to work afterwards.”
“I can drop you off,” Mel asserted.
“Okay. That’d be great,” Alene said.
“When is your car getting out of the shop,” Jackie quizzed.
“Should be soon. That was the mechanic last night,” she snickered.
“Yasssss, daw-tah,” the oldest grande dame cheered.
“You still got it,” grinned Mel. “Let’s be ready to head out in 45 minutes.”
“I’ll clear the table,” Alene announced.
Mel headed into the master suite of the 1,500 square feet, three-bedroom, two-bath home. She thought it only fair that she have it since her name was on the mortgage and she owned an 80% share according to the partnership agreement she had with Alene. The two younger grande dames let Miss Jacqueline stay with them at no cost. Mel showered and dressed.
At the medical office, Mel registered her friend and waited.
Jackie thumbed through a magazine.
Alene played a game on her phone.
The nurse called them back. Mel helped Jackie stand and let her lean on her arm as she shuffled along. After the weigh in and vitals check, they were led to an exam room.
In walked a young brotha whose coloring had a warm swarthy beige tone.
Jackie’s eyes widened. Mel appeared confused.
“Hi! I’m Derreck and I’m of the nurse practitioners. I know you usually work with Jana, but she’s going to be out for a little while so I’m here. What are you names?”
“Jacqueline Littlejohn,” the patient smiled.
“I’m Mel.”
“Sisters,” he wondered aloud.
“This is my daw-tah,” Jackie explained with a flick of her wrist.
“Yes ma’am. I understand. Are you fine with Mel being in here, Ms. Littlejohn?”
“Oh, absolutely,” coughed Jackie. “She’ll remember all of this better than me,” she chuckled.
“Very good,” the healthcare provider’s eyes warmed as he took a seat. “So, here’s a little about me. As I said, my name is Derreck. I’m a nurse practitioner certified in gerontology and HIV & AIDS care. I grew up in Baton Rouge. My husband and I have been married for six years. We currently foster two k**s. Tell me. How do your feet feel?”
Jackie launched into an explanation of her current state of health.
As usual, the patient left out a few details so Mel rounded out the conversation with additional details.
“Great, ladies! I wanna take a quick listen,” Derreck grabbed his stethoscope. “Can we get you up here,” he patted the exam bench.
Jackie stood. Mel and Derreck assisted her.
“How did you two meet,” the provider inquired.
Jackie thought back for a moment. “Mizz Melanie was a youngin’. I thought she could use a plate of food. I invited her in for dinner and she never left,” giggled the patient.
“It’s true,” Mel confirmed. “But it’s much more than that.”
“I love hearing these stories. What happened?”
Jackie said, “She was sweet, but naive. And we became family. It was different in our day.”
“She’s right. She taught me the game, showed me love, gave me discipline,” Mel shared.
“You see, this one,” Jackie pointed. “She was real smart. Smarter than most folks twice her age. She just needed to know the streets. I wanted her to be more than me.”
“That’s not fair, muh-vah,” Mel protested.
“Nice! Deep breaths,” Derreck instructed.
Mel continued. “You had it going on! I aspired to be you. And you took me in. I was just a poor nancy boy from Arkansas.”
“We all started somewhere,” Jackie reminded them. “You were special and you still are. I was a kept woman. That was ‘bag’ as the young folk say. You had brains!”
“Thanks!”
“That is so amazing. I really love how the community supports one another in the aging process. I see a lot of caregivers that are LGBTQ+ identified caring for peers,” Derreck remarked.
“I’m not a caregiver,” challenged Mel.
“Yes, you are,” snapped Jackie. “What else would you call it?”
“I guess.”
“You bought a house and you let me live there rent free. You take me to my doctor's appointment and what not. You nag me about taking medicine,” she cleared her throat.
Derreck interjected. “It’s common for people in your situation to feel they are just ‘doing what’s right’ because your taking care of your family of choice. It’s still an important role and I don’t want to undervalue it. It doesn’t mean that your support of Ms. Littlejohn is transactional by any means. Anyone can tell there is respect, admitation, and maybe a little snarkiness between you two,” he winked.
“Exactly,” Jackie nodded.
“Are you still smoking, Ms. Littlejohn?”
“Only a couple a day,” the patient revealed.
“Ahem,” Mel coughed.
“Okay. Okay. The past couple weeks, I been going through two packs a week.” Jackie confessed.
“No problem, Ms. Littlejohn,” the advanced practice nurse reassured her. “What’s caused the increase.”
“I don’t know.”
“What happens sometimes before you decide to have a cigarette?”
“Nothing.”
Derreck looked at her genuinely. He kept his face neutral and maintained silence.
Jackie began to speak. “I just miss the old days. I used to be on top of the world. It reminds me of that.”
“That’s understandable. And it’s very common, Ms. Littlejohn. Don’t feel bad. I’m not going to chastise you for smoking. I’m just going to remind you to keep it as minimal as possible. Do you take advantage of our counseling services.”
“No,” she snapped.
“I understand. It’s just not what we do,” he rubbed the back of his hand with his forefinger. “I promise you it can be nice just to talk. Sometimes a group setting is better.”
“I don’t know.”
“Tell you what. Pick out a new activity to try and do it once a week. Knitting or maybe coming here for an afternoon to hang out.”
“I could come here. They have a piano.”
“You play?”
“I used to.”
“There you go. Let’s do that a couple times before I see you next.”
Once the appointment was over, Alene and Mel helped Jackie into the silver 2013 Kia Sportage SUV. Mel drove Alene to her part-time gig at the nursing home where she worked as an activities coordinator at a veterans’ home.
“What do you want for lunch,” Mel asked her ‘mother’.
“You feel like a plate lunch?”
“I sure do.”
On the way inside the restaurant, a nice-looking middle-aged couple came out of the door. The broad-shouldered, dark-skinned man said, “Let me hold the door for you ladies!” The petite woman with gold and burgundy weave added, “You two look lovely.”
“Thank you, dear,” Jackie replied.
“Yes, thank you,” added Mel.
They ordered their meals and chose a table. Jackie had blackened catfish, fried okra, and boiled new potatoes. Mel chose chicken fried steak with white gravy, green beans, and yams. Both ladies selected strawberry shortcake for dessert.
They ate slowly.
Jackie placed her fork on the plate. “I don’t think I’ve ever really thanked you for what you’ve done for me.”
Mel took a deep breath. “You have. You took me in. Saved me from turning tricks behind dumpsters. Made me push myself.”
“I know all that. But all I did was be a kept woman.”
“That’s not really fair. Maybe you did have sugar daddies, but you used the money to house so many of the other gurls and feed us. We had no one else.”
“And, it was fun.”
“Great fun. That pro football player was fine too.”
“You’re the only one that ever met him.”
“Really?”
“Yes and it was by accident,” Jackie chuckled.
“Well he looked good. Who was he,” Mel inquired for the first time in years.
“You know I’m not going to spill his tea. I’ll just say he was on the defensive line for the Bears.”
“Fair enough.”
Jackie had been the secret side chick for more than one man in her life. The one who Mel mentioned was a former defensive end who spent 11 seasons in the NFL - split between the Chicago Bears; the New York Giants, and the Detroit Lions. He was tall, bulky, and medium brown in complexion. Another good one was the handsome, dark-skinned general surgeon.
There had been challenges. Mel and Alene had lost jobs due to their sexual orientation and gender presentation over the years. Thankfully, Mel found an opportunity and capitalized. It allowed her to connect Alene to some work as well. They were male professionally, but women otherwise.
All of the women, legally changed their names a few years prior. They were shocked at the acceptance and love they received. During their 20s and 30s this was unheard of. It was a blessing beyond compare. Their biological family ties had been severed. They only had each other.
“I played my part,” Jackie grinned.
“We all did, muh-vah!”
“You’re right.”
“So, when are you gonna open that thang up again?”
“What,” Mel acted incredulous.
“Stop actin’ chile! You ain’t had no action in a minute.”
“I’ve been busy.”
“Whatever!”
They finished their meals.
Alene was at work playing checkers with an octogenarian.
He said, “Back in the day, I would’ve been mean as hell to you.”
“Oh really, Moe?”
“Yep! And I would’ve been trying to get you in bed on the low too.”
“Is that so.”
“Yeah! It’s what we did back then,” regretted the wheelchair-bound, copper-skinned man. “Made fun of y’all, but liked messin’ around wit’ y’all.”
“I know,” she sighed.
“I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay.”
“Time’s were different. Wish it was like it is now. Cats being with the gurls with no problems.”
“It certainly is different now.” she agreed.
“I could’ve been happy with someone like you. Instead I got four ex-wives and a bunch of k**s that hate me.”
“I’m sure they don’t hate you.”
“Then you’re wrong. King me,” he pumped his fist.
Mel and Jackie returned home.
Jackie posted up in her bedroom. The TV was tuned into her favorite reality court show that focused on aggrieved couples’ family law issues. Her government-issued mobile phone rang.
“Hey, Jackie,” a familiar voice said.
“Hi!”
“It’s Angie.”
“I know who you are. What’s going on?”
“Just wanted to see how you’re doing.”
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Good.”
“What’s new with you.”
“Same ole, same ole. Went to the doctor today?”
“How was it?”
“Pretty good. New guy. He wants me to do counseling.”
“Why?”
“I started smoking more.”
“Well, try it.”
“Did Mel call you?”
“Nope. You just crossed my mind.”
“Okay, love. Can I call you later. I really wanna see what happens next on this show.”
“Of course!”
Mel sat at the desk in her room browsing the internet on her all-in-one desktop computer. She thought about Jackie’s comments from lunch. She had not shared the company of a man in her bed within the past four months. She pulled up her email account and sorted through the message. She found the one she wanted. She clicked the reply button and wrote:
It’s been a while. How are you? Want to meet again?
Mel sent the note.
Moments later, her phone dinged. It was an answer from the dude she’d just written. He explained he had been away for work, but was back in the area. He was definitely ready to meet again. He asked if later this evening was good. Mel told him it was.
Alene cooked dinner. She made spaghetti and meatballs and served a tossed salad.
“Delicious,” Mel remarked.
“Yes,” added Jackie.
“Thank y’all,” Alene blushed. “I have a question.”
“What is it,” checked Mel.
“This client at work is very comfortable with me. He told me today he used to make fun of gurls like us, but would creep with us on the low.”
“Oh, he wants them cookies,” Jackie surmised immediately.
“Probably,” Mel concurred.
“I can’t,” lamented Alene.
“He ain’t gonna tell,” Jackie advised.
They all busted out laughing.
“Is that some Chinese proverb,” Alene asked.
“Naw. That’s just real,” Jackie responded.
“You are part Chinese,” Mel remembered.
“Yeah. Part. But, I’m Black,” declared Jacqueline.
“No one is questioning that,” Alene stated.
“I know, I don’t think I explained my Chinese part.”
“Was it your dad,” Alene inquired knowing full well Jackie had told the story before.
“Close,” Jackie coughed. “My grandfather came from China after the Civil War. He worked on a plantation in the Delta. He married my grandmother and started a grocery store. The Chinese men came alone to Mississippi and a lot of ‘em married Black women. Their daughter was my mom.”
“Great story, Jackie,” Mel smiled.
Alene handled getting Jackie ready for bed. It was only 6:00, but the woman would be asleep within a couple hours.
Alene came out to the living room. She explained, “The mechanic is coming back tonight.”
“That’s fine. It’s your house too,” Mel commented.
“Okay!”
“I have a guest as well.”
“Oh my! Who? Who?”
“Someone I’ve known for a while.”
“No, honey! Dish!”
Mel began, “Nice guy. Welder.”
“Is he hung, baby?”
“Nine inches.”
“Yassss!”
“Look good too?”
“He’s in his fifties. Stocky Negro. Big belly. Bald head. Goatee. Dark skin.”
“Sounds hot. Get it, gurl. Do I need to cancel or change plans?”
“No. Do your thing!”
“Alright!”
The night progressed.
Alene welcomed her guest. They went to her bedroom and put on a streaming movie. A few minutes later, they heard shuffling past the door.
Mel and the guy settled down in the master suite.
“You look great,” he shared.
“So do you, Daddy!”
The man grabbed her and began kissing. He fondled her like crazy. “Suck this dick,” he ordered.
Mel ate the big cock up.
He tossed her on the queen-sized bed. He munched Mel’s asspussy. Spat on it. Fingered it.
“You want this big Black dick,” he asked,
“Yes, sir,” Mel cooed.
“Toot that ass up!”
The dude entered Mel’s tight, fresh asshole.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned.
“Owwww,” whined Melanie.
“Take it! Get Daddy’s dick,” he demanded.
“Oh shit, nigga!”
The man pounded as if he had no worries. Mel screamed and writhed.
Jackie was awakened from her slumber. She heard the sweet sounds of fucking. She grabbed her flask of gin from the nightstand drawer and took a gulp.
The fucking noise prodded the mechanic to put Alene on her back. He mounted her. “Open dat pussy,” he ordered.
“Oh my god,” wailed Alene.
“Let me get dis pussy, bitch!”
Mel and the welder danced in rhythmic passion. His meat slaying her pussy.
“Yeah, baby! Take all Daddy’s dick!”
“Fuck me, Daddy!”
“Oh shit!”
Meanwhile, Alene and the mechanic were banging too. They were spooning with the guy behind her.
“You like dis dick, baby?”
“I love it!”
“You so much betta den my wife,” he admitted.
Mel yelled from the master bedroom. “Nut, Daddy. Cream this boipussy!”
“Oh yeah, bitch!”
The welder collapsed.
Alene got on top of her man and rode. “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”
“Yeah, gurl! I need dis pussy!”
“It’s yours!
“Awwwwww! Shit!”
The mechanic busted a fat load.
Jackie took another swig. She relished her ‘daw-tahs’ both being happy tonight.
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