Keylee's Descent

I had not seen Alvin C. Jones in over eight years, but I recognized him immediately. He was bigger and his head was completely shaved, but it could be no one other than the man they called Bull. Bull wasn't someone you forgot very easily. My name is Keylee.

Bull Jones was standing inside the Crescent City mall looking in a shop window. His hands were in his pockets and he whistled silently. He appeared to be studying a display of shirts and ties.

"You would look good in that black silk shirt with the gray tie," I said, easing up beside him.

"Not much on wearing ties," he said in his deep low voice. "How you doin', Keylee? Been a while." He didn't glance around at me and he didn't sound surprised to have me standing beside him in a crowded shopping mall after eight years and five hundred miles from where he last saw me. Bull Jones wasn't a man who was surprised very much.

"You saw me, didn't you?" I said looking at his reflection in the window.

"Yeah, I saw you a while ago."

"Why didn't you say something then?"

"Wasn't sure how you would react. I mean it's been a long time and I heard you got married and had a bunch of kids."

"You heard right on marriage, but not about children. Got married and got widowed. My husband died two years ago. Where did you disappear to, anyway?"

"Joined the navy and saw the world. I was in for six years. Sorry about your husband. I figure he was a good man, if you married him. Did I know him?"

"Yes, you and he were in the same class. Sam Hollings."

"Hell yes, I knew Sammy," Bull said turning to face me. "Dammed sorry, Keylee."

"We got married the summer after I graduated," I told him. "Sam had gone to work for his father at the building material store." I didn't mention that the following year Sam's father dropped dead of a heart attack and Sam sold the business for a bunch of money. Sam invested the money in some computer stock that made even more money. Sam's passing had left me well off. Empty and lonely, but well off. "Sam was only twenty five when a drunk driver ran into his car."

"Shit happens," Bull said. "It's true that the good die young. Want to get a beer?"

He led me out of the mall to his car and we drove to a nearby pub. In the two years since Sam passed I had not been alone in the company of any man, yet it felt right to have a drink with Bull.

I tried to remember when he got named Bull, but I couldn't. He had been called Bull ever since I had know him. That would have been the sixth grade when my family moved to town.

For some unexplained reason Bull and I became close friends and remained so through his senior year. I had to miss one grade because of a childhood decease so Bull had gotten a grade ahead of me. He was one of the few who came to my house to visit me while I was confined. He came nearly every day until my father found out about the black kid who came while he was at work. That put a stop to the visits. My dad was a great man, but he was a flaming bigot. He died as he lived, hating anyone who wasn't as white as he.

Dad saw Bull as a black kid, but I never gave a moment's thought about his skin color. To me he was just a friend. Later in high school we never dated, but I would have gone out with him in a minute. I never told Bull, but it really pissed me off when he told me all about his girlfriends. I knew he was having sex with them because the whole school knew about it. I never let on to him that I had a terrible crush on him. When he disappeared from town I thought I would never see him again. After Sam and I dated and got serious, I filed Bull Jones back in a private pocket in my mind and got on with my life. Now Bull sat across from me.

"Funny ain't it?" Bull said as if reading my mind. "Me and you here after all this time."

"Indeed it is funny," I replied. "Do you live here in town?"

"No just passing through. To tell the truth I was looking for you."

"Really?" I asked surprised. "The mall meeting wasn't an accident?"

"No, no accident. I followed you from your house."

"Bull, why didn't you just knock on my door?"

"I didn't know about your husband dieing until you told me. I didn't want to just show up and shock hubby or your neighbors. I found out where you were living and I looked your address up. I have to say, Keylee, that the years sure have been nice to you. I swear you're even prettier than you used to be, and that's saying a lot."

"Now haven't you turned into a silver tongued dude," I said blushing. "Thank you, Bull, for the flattery." I have no idea why his compliment made me feel so good, but it did.

Over the next hour, we drank beer and talked about old times. For the first time since Sam died I felt alive. In that hour I smiled and laughed more than the past two years total. Bull Jones, proved he was good medicine again.

"How about dinner?" Bull suggested. "I think I can scrape up enough to buy you a burger. No fries, but at least a burger."

"That sounds great, Bull," I said. "I have a better idea. I have a couple of steaks in the refrigerator. I'll grill them and make a salad. How does that sound to you?"

"Sounds like you don't want to be seen with a black man," he said seriously.

"Black man? You're black? Eek!" I said loudly enough to be heard several tables away. "If you ever even hint that I feel that way again, I'll smack all the black off of you," I said lowering my voice. "You of all people should know better, Bull."

"Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Didn't used to be so sensitive. Steak sounds good to me, Keylee. I just want you to know that my money situation is only temporary. Had a few reversals lately. Why don't I bring some beer or a bottle of wine?"

"Beer, I don't have, but there is a lot of wine at the house. Sam loved his wine." ***

An hour later Bull tinkered with the gas grill while I rummaged around in the kitchen making a salad. I reminded myself to go grocery shopping. I had only been buying enough for one since Sam died.

"Hey, Keylee," Bull called through the patio door. "What ever happened to Sarah Miller?"

"I don't know," I called back. "I lost track of her after Sam and I moved here. What made you think of...oh yeah. You and Sarah were an item, weren't you?"

"I don't know about being an item," Bull said, coming in the door wiping his hands. "I just thought of her, I guess."

"Come on, Bull," I teased. "This is me, remember? Have you forgotten crying on my shoulder when she dumped you?"

"She didn't dump me," he said smiling at me. "Her old man found out she was dating a nigger and he dumped me. Somebody told me that she was on husband number three or maybe four."

"Was Sarah your first white girl?" I don't know where that came from but he took the question in stride.

"No, not the first. Becky Tyler's mother was the first "

"You're kidding me! Mrs. Tyler and you? How did that happen?"

"I mowed lawns my senior year. I mowed their yard and one afternoon she brought me a glass of ice tea. One thing led to another and we got it on. I did it to Becky, too, but that was later."

I got the steaks out and took them to the patio. Bull got the cooking utensils and followed me. After I put the steaks on we sat down at the table.

"Well, weren't you quite the stud? Got the mother and the daughter." I said smiling at him. "I guess the rumors about you were true, huh?"

"Some were, I guess," he said smiling back.

"How come nearly every girl in school knew more about you than I did?"

"That's not true. No other girl knew me as well as you did. I told you things I never told another living soul."

"Bull, just out of curiosity, how come you never tried to put the make on me? Didn't I appeal to you? No, don't answer that! It's..."

"Hell, Keylee," Bull said. "You were the only girl that really appealed to me. How come I didn't try anything? Simple. I knew you would beat yourself up if you had sex with a black guy. I would never have done anything to fuck you up. You were my friend. I figured friendship was a lot more important than a piece of tail." I didn't even try to answer that for a while.

"Thank you, Bull," I finally managed to say. "You were wrong about one thing. I wouldn't have beat myself up at all. How do you want your steak cooked?"

"Cremated," he answered, getting up to stand beside me at the grill. "No kidding? It would have been all right if we...I mean, if me and you had sex?"

"Bull, my old friend, at the time I wanted it more than anything else in the world. I had such fantasies about you. When I heard the stories about you and other girls I was insanely jealous. God, how I hated them...and you too, sometimes. Once when Marty Jenkins told me about you and her. I seriously considered killing both of you."

"Damn! I never had a clue, Keylee," Bull said putting his arm across my shoulders. "Once I saw you naked and I jacked off for weeks thinking about you."

"You did not! When did you see me naked?" I demanded.

"There was a hole in the janitors closet in the boys shower room. We could see in the girl's shower. I was peeking through it one afternoon and you came in the shower. Talk about a closely guarded secret. Hardly anybody knew about the peephole."

"Are you serious?" I said laughing. "Almost every girl in school knew about it. We just didn't care." He chuckled and hugged me tighter and I could smell him. That peculiar musky order that I loved so much those many years ago. Suddenly I wanted him more than anything I have ever wanted. I was wet and it was the first time in a long, long time that I felt like a woman. Also, I was shaking like a leaf.

"Let's get something out of the way before we eat. Something long overdue," Bull said, turning off the gas. He took the fork from my trembling hand and tossed it aside. He turned me toward him and leaned down and put his lips onto mine. Time simply stopped moving. Everything else in the world disappeared and there was only Bull Jones and me.

Bull took my clothes off one item at a time until I was naked. Then he stood still and let me strip him. Taking his clothes off was harder because I had to stop and caress his ebony skin. I pulled his shorts down and his cock sprang out.

"Oh my God!" I said. "Now I know why you're called Bull. No woman can take that thing."

"Any woman can," he said. "We'll take it nice and slow, but believe me, Keylee, you are going to get fucked with it." He swooped me up and I directed him to my bedroom. I was both frightened and excited.

I had heard the term "basking in the afterglow", but frankly I had never experienced it...until that night. I just assumed it was something writers wrote about in the romance novels, but it is a real phenomenon. I lay, unable, or at least unwilling to move, beside Bull's huge body. I tingled, really tingled, and that had never happened to me before. Sex with Sam had always been good. At least I thought it was good. Sex with Bull was in another category all together.

The first coupling between Bull and me was hard, and nothing more than raw passion, and that suited me just fine. He was right about his manhood. It did fit after a few minutes. It helped that I was soaking wet when he inserted his huge penis into me. I made the mistake of calling it a penis and he carefully explained that it wasn't a penis. It was a cock. In the space of a few minutes I had a brand new vocabulary. Cunt, tits, knockers, pussy, dick, cock, and fuck. Of course I had heard the terms, but they weren't part of my personal vocabulary.

The first time I came, which was within a bare minute of his thrusting, was wonderful. I saw fireworks in my head. The second was even bigger and better. In the space of thirty minutes I had over a dozen thundering orgasms. Not all of them were with the flashing lights and thunderous crashes, but all of them were great.

I was startled out of my mental wandering by Bull's hand cupping my breast and squeezing my nipple. My first though was he couldn't be wanting more. I knew he had came several times and it couldn't be possible that he was ready to go some more. I was wrong. My hand accidentally brushed his cock and it was rigid again.

He rolled over and kissed me. Gently at first then with increasing passion until I was a seething caldron of lust. I didn't wait for him to mount me. I jumped on top of him and I put his dick to the entrance of my pussy. He hunched his hips and sent half of his wonderful cock in me.

"Ride my cock, baby girl," Bull said. "Fuck me, Keylee! Fuck that cock!" I did as he ordered. I bucked, bounced, and rode his black cock until I nearly fainted from the intensity of our love making, if it can be called that. Honestly, I'm not sure what to call it.

A short while later I lay in Bull's arms and dozed for a few minutes. I was completely sated and more than a little tired. My wet, matted pussy was awash with his semen.

"You know what I want?" Bull murmured bedside me.

"Oh God, Bull!" I managed to croak. "I can't take anymore. My pussy is sore and throbbing."

"Get over yourself, girl," Bull said laughing. "I was thinking about those steaks still on the grill. I'm starved. Let's go eat something."

While Bull went to relight the fire, I staggered to the shower and tried to revive myself. The shower did help and by the time I joined Bull on the patio I felt about half human again. By the time the steaks were cooked and I had drank a glass of wine, I was almost completely normal. I still tingled, but it was a good feeling. The afterglow followed me.

I watched Bull tending the steaks and thought that an old fantasy had become reality and the reality was even better than the fantasy ever had been.

After we ate and drank some more wine it was getting late. I asked Bull where he was staying.

"Motel Six, out on the highway," he answered. "I wasn't sure how long I would be around so I only paid for tonight."

"Go get your stuff and you can stay here tonight...and tomorrow night and the next might," I said. I'm not sure exactly when I made that decision, but apparently I had. "As long as you want to stay," I added taking his big hand in my smaller one. He gave me a questioning look. "Yes, Bull, I'm very serious." There was no way I was going to let him out of my life again. That night Bull Jones, my old friend, became my new lover...for lack of a better word. ***

It was like I had discovered sex for the first time. Over the next week, Bull and I were hardly out of physical contact. For the first four days we relied on delivered food. Pizza, Mexican, Chinese, and Thai food kept us with enough strength to keep fucking. Fucking was what it was and that's what I decided to call it. We managed to get dressed and go grocery shopping later in the week, but hurried back to bed as quickly as we could.

Our first time was great and it just kept getting better. Bull, being the gentleman he was, always made his first entry slowly and carefully until I adjusted to his size. The illness that caused me to miss one school year also caused me to be unable to conceive, so birth control wasn't a concern. That was a good thing because Bull spent gallons of semen in me. I didn't know any man could eject that much semen.

That week was a learning process for me. I learned things about myself that I hadn't known. First and foremost was how much I loved fucking. I also discovered that I liked anal sex. I didn't care much for it the first time Bull put that log in my butt, but it got better and better. Another thing I discovered was I really liked giving head. Several times I experienced orgasms while sucking Bull. I also found out I liked the taste of cum.

All these discoveries surprised me to varying degrees. I had sucked my husbands cock, but not for very long and I never allowed him to shoot-off in my mouth. Sam never ate me. He had a terrible hang-up about it and that was one of the new discoveries I liked the best. Bull loved to service me orally. He spend hours eating my pussy and I loved every minute of it.

On Saturday, one week to the day I found Bull in the mall, we were temporarily caught up on sex and decided to get to know one another better. Up to that point pillow talk mainly consisted of Bull telling me what to do and me yelling loudly for him to fuck me.

"So why did you come looking for me?" I asked him. We were on the sunlit patio. I was working on my tan and Bull was drinking beer and sitting nearby in the shade.

"Not sure," he answered slowly. "I was in Daytona and one night a couple weeks ago you popped into my mind. Right out of the blue, there you were. I thought about you a lot over the years, but nothing like that. I made up my mind to look you up...someday. Fate took over and sent me on my quest a lot sooner than I planed. So here I am."

"Fate? What happened?"

"I had a few girls working for me and one night one of them tried to roll an undercover cop. They brought a lot of heat down on me and it seemed like a good idea to haul ass."

"Working for you? You mean yow were...oh...I, I see." I sputtered.

"I was an entertainment manager," he said grinning at me. "Pimp to the cops. Are you shocked? Disgusted? Sick?"

"No, nothing like that," I said, surprised that I wasn't shocked speechless. "I guess I had a impression about pimps and you don't fit into my concept of one. I thought pimps were low-life sleeze-balls."

"I'm glad you don't think I'm a sleez-ball," Bull said. "The bitch that got us cross-ways with the law was a new girl. She was recommended by a guy I knew. She violated one of my hard and fast rules. Fuck the customers, but don't fuck with them. Anyway, I was suddenly foot-loose and fancy free so I started looking for you. Took me three days to find out where you lived and another two days to actually find you. Boy, I'm glad I did! There you have it. The story of my life. What about you? I gather you are not gainfully employed or you would have been fired by now."

"Actually, Bull, for the past two years I've been vegetating. Just going through the motions of living. After Sam died, I went into some off-the-wall limbo state. No, I have a pretty good income from the investments Sam made. He also had a big insurance policy. I should go to work just to have something to do and a reason to get out of bed, but so far I haven't even looked to see what's out there." I didn't add that mostly I've been sitting around feeling sorry for myself. "Then you showed up and now you know my story. What now?"

"Want to fuck?" he asked grinning at me.

"Don't mind if I do," I answered giggling like a silly school girl. "Thought you'd never ask." ***

On Monday evening we ventured out of the house. We dressed and went to a movie and then to dinner. It was nice and we both enjoyed ourselves. In fact we had so much fun we went out again on Tuesday afternoon. Nothing as fancy as Monday night. I knew Bull was short on cash and it seemed odd to me that a man who made his living off of women, should have so much trouble letting me pay.

"It's different," he said seriously when I stopped teasing him. "Not sure exactly how, but it is. I got to find something to turn a few bucks." I had a sudden chill. What if he left town to work somewhere else? "I guess I should get out of your bed long enough to look around and see what the market is."

"I'm sure you'll be able to find something," I said. "Bull," I said hesitantly, "you know I can afford to keep both of us in pretty good style, don't you?"

"I guess you could," he answered taking my hand. "Not my style not be pulling my own weight. I'll scout around and find a couple ladies and start myself a string. I know the head nigger around here. He's from back home, too. Hell, you might even know him. Name's Albert Smithson." I thought about it and shook my head. "We called him Big Al back then. He played football with me." Then suddenly I remembered him.