First Car

"All rise! This court is now in session. The Honorable Judge Susan Joyner presiding," the bailiff announced.

"Please be seated," said the authentic looking brown-skinned woman who had upswept hair and wore a maroon robe. Looking around the sparsely populated room, the family court judge cleared her throat delicately. "First of all, Mr. Spencer the court thanks you for your dedicated service on behalf of Ms. Carsandra Evans as her guardian ad litem. I have reviewed the letter prepared by you and I am not ready to render my decision."

The jurist continued, "I am hereby appointing an attorney ad litem to represent Ms. Evans to seek termination of the parental rights of both her mother and father. This is a grave manner and my clerk has been on the phone diligently. Ms. Evans will continue to have Mr. Nathan Spencer to serve as guardian ad litem and I'm appointing Ms. Celeste Patterson of Worrell, Ladson, and Maxie as attorney ad litem."

"I will hear arguments from all parties two months from today," the judge went on. "Carsandra, I'm also ordering that you stay in the custody of the State with the recommendation that you remain with your current foster family. Your attorney should meet with you soon. If not, please inform Mr. Spencer and he will let me know. Adjourned," she tapped her gavel and exited the dais.

Nathan Spencer gave the fifteen year-old for whom he advocated a fist bump. She was smiling profusely. Her foster father placed a hand on Nathan's shoulder and gave it a firm grip. Her foster mother had tears in her eyes of joy.

A day later, Celeste Patterson made contact with the tall medium brown-skinned man with dreadlocks that fell past the middle of his back. They set up a time so they could both meet with Carsandra. They also agreed to grab a late lunch before picking up the minor from school for the conference.

The five-foot-seven woman with shoulder-length, straightened, dark brown hair and warm bronze skin walked into the cafe. She carried a leather attache and wore a sleek red blazer and pencil skirt suit. Nathan stood and waved her over.

"Mr, Spencer," she said.

"Please. Call me Nathan."

"Cool beans! I'm Celeste."

"I know," he gave his Cheshire cat smile.

"Shall we order?"

"You already know what you want," he inquired.

"Yes! I looked at the menu last night. I like to be prepared," she laughed.

"That's a good thing. Let me flag down the waiter."

Celeste chose country fried steak, mashed potatoes, and fried okra. White grave on the meat. Brown gravy on the potatoes. Nathan selected blackened tilapia, rice pilaf, and a house salad.

She smiled, "I eat nowhere near as healthy as you I see."

"Don't let this order fool you. I've found I have to do a little more working out at my age."

"At your age," she narrowed her light brown eyes.

"Yeah!! I'm forty-three," the trim and lean man shook his head.

"You don't look it. Plus it's not that old."

"Hey, it's older than I used to be."

"Fair enough. So tell me about Carsandra."

Nathan began explaining. They paused briefly when the waiter brought their food. He shared that Carsandra's father lived across the country and had zero contact with his daughter. His paycheck was being garnished for the child support payments. The teen's mother had placed her in foster voluntarily four years ago for the first time. After a couple of month's the State would reroute the support payments from Carsandra's mom the State for use by the foster family.

Carsandra's mom would then request to take back custody. The woman would get three of four checks and place the girl back with the State. This would be the sixth such cycle and Carsandra felt like she was just a pawn. Also, she now had a loving set of foster parents in their late sixties that truly seemed to care for her. They were interested in adoption if Carsandra could get her parents' parental rights terminated.

"That's fucking deplorable," Celeste frowned. "Excuse me, Mr. Spencer."

"Girl, you don't have to apologize to me. I said the same thing. And it's Nathan," he winked.

"How long have you been her guardian ad litem."

"I just got her about 10 months ago."

"Kudos to you. It's nice to see young Black men doing their thing. Do you have children of your own."

"One. A son."

"He and your wife must be very proud of you."

"Well, his mom and I split up a long time ago. And my son is pretty much grown now."

"Doesn't mean he isn't proud. How old is he?"

"He's twenty-two. Figuring out life you know."

"I get it. May I ask what you do for a living?"

"Sure, I don't mind. I'm the I.T. director for the state medical board."

"Uh oh! Big timer!"

Nathan chuckled, "Not really. I'm pretty much self taught, but got the certs they needed so they hired me."

"Still sounds like a sweet gig."

"Says the lawyer."

Celeste rolled her eyes.

They left to meet with Carsandra at the school she attended.

Over the next few weeks, Carsandra worked pro bono on the case as she handled her other billable duties for the firm. She reached out to her client's father and mother. The father wrote back that he was fine with that and only wanted to know if the child support payments would stop. She assured him he would no longer be on the hook for them should the judge terminate the rights. She readied an affidavit for him to sign, have notarized, and return to her. The mother on the other hand had retained an attorney - albeit a ham scam one.

Celeste had to wrangle a little harder with the woman's lawyer. She worked on witnesses based on feedback from Carsandra, the girl's teachers, foster parents, and others. She felt pretty confident she had painted an appropriate picture of the single mom's unfitness to be a mother to her client.

Over this time, Celeste and Nathan would talk occasionally. One conversation started around 6:00 p.m. and ended about forty minutes later with Nathan asking if he could call back after playing a ball game. She agreed.

The phone rang at 10:04 p.m.

"Hello," she answered.

"Did I call too late," he checked apprehensively.

"No, Nathan! You're fine."

"Am I though," he chuckled.

"I think so," she teased back.

"Alright now! Don't get nothing started."

"You're silly! How was the game?"

"We won!"

"Congratulations!"

The conversation ran on for nearly two hours. They discussed politics, their childhoods, religion, Carsandra, and current affairs. As the hearing approached, they spoke nightly. Often the conversation would consist of about fifteen minutes of talk about upcoming court proceedings and then hours of other topics. The two certainly had a rapport and some serious chemistry.

The date arrived. Everyone was present. It ended up lasting a day and a half because Celeste called eight witnesses to paint the picture of her client's parents being unwilling & unable to care for their minor child.

Before dismissing for the day, Judge Joyner explained that she would render her decision in the morning at 10:00 a.m.

"How do you think it went today," asked Nathan that night on the phone.

"I feel pretty good. I don't like making predictions. What do you think?"

"I thought you had a great strategy. Hell you convinced me."

"But you were already on my side," she laughed.

"Even if I wasn't, I'd have given you the W after the first witness."

"Thanks!"

"I'm serious, girl," he offered solemnly. "I, um, wanted to ask you something. I didn't wanna say nothing before because I wasn't sure how proper it might be. And now, I don't think it matters so much..."

"Nathan," she interjected. "What's your question?"

"Can I take you out on a date?"

"Yes! When?"

"As soon as possible. Tomorrow night?"

"Okay!"

They talked some more before falling asleep.

The next morning, Celeste was assembled in court. At the table with her was Carsandra. Nathan sat directly behind them along with the Tolivers - Carsandra's foster parents. In came the judge. Celeste barely breathed as Her Honor began to speak. She didn't really even hear the ruling. What she did hear was Carsandra shrieking and Nathan saying "congratulations". She felt his hand on her shoulder.

Then it clicked, she had been victorious. She stood and celebrated with her client, Nathan, and Mr. & Mrs. Toliver. They all shared a hug.

Mr. Toliver explained that his wife had been working on a celebratory dinner and wanted them all to come tonight. They would not take no for an answer. Celeste agreed. So did Nathan.

Before they left the courtroom, Nathan whispered to her, "Tonight does not count as our date."

Mrs. Toliver, a former housemaid, had prepared fried chicken, beef liver & onions, tater tots, green bean casserole, yams, corn on the cob, and pinto beans.

"This is quite a collection of food," Nathan admired.

"They're all Carsandra's favorites," the white-haired woman's eyes welled.

"Thank you, Mrs. Toliver," the girl said.

"I think it's okay for you to call us mom and dad now," Mr. Toliver shared.

"Great! Thanks, momma," Carsandra beamed.

"You're welcome, baby," the hostess took a seat.

The food was delicious. And, there was scratch made pound cake for dessert.

Afterwards, Nathan asked Celeste to join him for a drink. At the bar, they made plans to meet the next evening.

"There's something I should let you know now, Nathan," Celeste started.

"What's up?"

"I'm transgender."

"Huh?"

"I'm trans. I wasn't born a girl."

"Oh really," his eyes bugged.

"Yes really. If that's a problem, then I understand."

"I mean I didn't know that. You're gorgeous and smart and you turn me on. But can I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"Did you have a sex change?"

"No. I've not had any surgeries. I don't actually intend to."

"Well, okay. It is what it is."

"I won't be upset if you want to cancel our date tomorrow."

"Hell naw! Are you crazy? I'm not canceling. I still wanna go out with you. You're all woman to me."

"Okay."

The next evening, the pair met an upscale Chinese restaurant. The conversation was fun and light as usual.

"I don't wanna be too forward, but would you like to join me for a nightcap at my spot?"

Celeste's eyes widened.

"Only if you want. I'm not gonna date rape you or nothing, girl," Nathan assured her.

"Sure!"

Celeste got into her silver BMW 3.28i and followed Nathan in his black-on-black-on-black Nissan Murano. If not for the lights on the vehicle, his SUV would have disappeared in the darkness.

At Nathan's house, he poured them both some cognac and cola. They clinked glasses and sipped.

"You know you look real pretty tonight," Nathan stared through her.

"Th-thank you!"

"Why you stuttering, girl," he chuckled. "I can't be the fist nigga to tell you 'you look good'."

"No, you're not," she blushed then stroked her tresses.

Nathan leaned forward and placed a hand on her knee, "Let me be with you tonight."

"It's only our first date."

"Third," he shot back.

"Huh," Celeste giggled.

"Cafe the first time we met. Dinner with the Tolivers. Then tonight. That's three."

"Wait. You count our first meeting about the trial as a date."

"Yeah," he shook his head, never losing eye contact.

"Fair enough! May I run out to my car for a sec? I'll be right back. Then I need to use your restroom."

"Go for it."

"Want another drink?"

"Yes!"

Celeste returned carrying a small suitcase. She took the drink and ran to the restroom. "It may take a few minutes, but I'll be back," she called out.

The lawyer opened her bag and rummaged through it. She found the bottle of douche and began to clean herself out. The woman kept a "ready bag" for any such situation which might come up unexpectedly. Once satisfied with her cleanliness, she washed off with a rag and some soap from her bag. Then she put on red lace teddy and black heels. She swallowed the rest of her drink and stepped through the door. "Nathan," she purred as she strode towards him.

"Damn, baby," he straightened his spine and went wide-eyed. He stood and walked to her. He pulled her into his arms and leaned down to kiss her. She tasted of honey and nectar. He whispered, "Let's go to my room." He led the svelte woman to his bed and eased her onto it. "Wow!"

"Thank you," she pursed her lips.

Nathan unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it on the floor. He slid out of his loafers then kicked them to the side. The slim-built man unbuckled his belt and unzipped pants. He threw them over by the shirt. He did all of this undressing without ever once taking his eyes from Celeste. "Damn, girl," he licked his lips. "I want you!" He pounced on top of her and started kissing her all over.

Celeste cooed and ran her slender, manicured fingers along Nathan's tank top covered back and through his long dreads. "Mmmmm! Your kisses feel so good," she hummed.

"You taste so good, girl," he announced. "I just wanna eat you up."

"Oh my god!"

Nathan began kissing down her torso taking time to suckle on bite-size tits. "I love 'em," he admitted. He moved down her torso and then her right leg. Then, he kissed back up it and down her left. He removed her high heels and made love to her feet.

Celeste writhed with pleasure.

"I hate to ask 'cause I don't wanna kill the mood..."

"Ask, baby," she exhaled passionately.

"Down there. What do you want me to do?"

"You can just eat me out and ignore the rest."

"Ohhh-kay!" Nathan went back to work sucking her toes. Finally he took them from his mouth. He spread her legs and pushed the back. He slid between them and exposed her bare ass. He spat on her clenched brown hole and stuck his lengthy tongue into it. He licked and munched.

"Oh shit, nigga! Ohhhh god," she shrieked. "Fuck! Yes! Mmmmm!" She touched his head and yearned, "I wanna suck your dick!"

"Mmmm!" Nathan popped up. "You do," he grinned.

"Mmhmm!"

"That's what's up, baby!"

Nathan pulled off his gray boxer briefs.

Celeste got on her knees and gawked at the engorged 9¼-inch-by-5¼-inch dick that hung down naturally and leaned heavily toward his left.

"No," she rolled her eyes. The transsexual chick crawled up to him and flicked the tip with her tongue. She kissed it lovingly. Then, she opened her mouth and began to take the massive rod down her throat thick inch by thick inch. She had a real gag reflex and only got about three quarters of the way down before he had to stop. But, she made up for it with other things. Celeste massaged Nathan's low hanging nut sack with one hand and stroked the shaft with the other.

She moved up and down the rod slowly slurping and jacking. She took care to come up off the dick each time and rotate her hand on the head. Then back down she went. When she took her mouth from the snake, she continued stroking it. She licked and sucked the balls. She licked his taint too and even went up to his ass crack.

"Ooh wee, girl," Nathan groaned.

Celeste went back to give some more of the expert blowjob.

"Ooh shit, baby! Stop," Nathan demanded. "I ain't ready to nut yet!"

"Okay, baby! You ready to fuck me?"

"Hell yes! What position do you want?"

"I like missionary or flat on my stomach."

"Get on your back then, girl," he chuckled.

Celeste lay back. Nathan climbed atop her. She winced as he began to enter her. He pushed in slowly to give her time to get used to it. No words were spoken. They seemed to innately know what the other needed.

The pair came together explosively as she accepted all of him.

Nathan pulled out just a tad and thrust it back in. Each time he stroked, he pulled out just a little more. He was methodical by nature and this was just a part of who he was. It was maye a quarter inch each time. He could feel her walls opening up for him. Finally he had gotten fully half of his monster cock out of her so he decided to heft it back in with considerable force.

"Owwww," wailed Celeste.

"I'm sorry," he apologized.

"No, no! You're fine."

"Okay then."

Nathan started to pound. He got in six good, hard, deep stabs and his body betrayed him. It tensed and balls erupted. He released a ton of baby batter into her tight rectum. "Ah shit," he huffed! I ain't mean to nut so fast!"

"It's okay! Was this your first time fucking an ass?"

"No."

"Was it your first time fucking boipussy?"

"Yeah!"

"That's why! Psychologically it's overwhelming and then it's just really tight too."

"Yeah!"

"Don't be ashamed. The second time guys always last longer."

"Oh hell yeah! It's gonna be a second time. I'm gonna vindicate myself," he chortled as he extracted his softening dick.

That had been seven years ago. Nathan and Celeste had dated and gotten to know one another. Five years ago, he proposed and they got married in a quick Justice of the Peace ceremony. They were in love. They each sold their houses and built a new one. That was just their own.

A year into their marriage, Nathan's son LaRon came to live with them. The idea was for him to learn some of the network administration craft from his dad and begin working with Nathan side business of network monitoring.

He was thankful he'd listened to Celeste about the house. She had insisted they build this two-story, 2,400 square-foot, brick Tudor style house with four bedrooms and three-and-a-half baths. Three bedrooms and two baths were upstairs.

But the really cool thing about it was that above the detached garage, of which there was a covered breezeway leading to the main house, there was a 500 square-foot apartment. It had a living room, full kitchen, one bedroom and one bath. All it lacked was a laundry room. It came in handy for LaRon to have his own space with a separate entrance from the main residence.

Of course it had not all been Celeste's desires. Nathan put his touches on it by ensuring they had a top-of-the-line security system, video home monitoring, and it was smart enabled.

Three years ago Nathan came across a brother and sister that were about to be separated in foster care. He met with their guardian ad litem and approached Celeste about doing foster-to-adoption. She quickly said yes. It was not long before thirteen year-old Zaire and his eleven year-old sister, Zaniyah, were a part of their family.

And that leads us to today's conflict. Zaire has just turned sixteen. Both Nathan and Celeste agree he needs a car in large part because they won't have to cart the kids to all their various activities. Nathan is a consummate car guy. He drives a late model black Jaguar F-PACE SUV. It's a sweet luxurious ride. Celeste pushes a hunter green metallic 2016 Audi A6 sedan because that is what she liked. But, make no mistake. Nathan picked out the vehicles for this household.

Celeste walked in the kitchen to get a glass of water. Not surprisingly, she found Nathan and Zaire huddled around Natham's 12.9-inch iPad Pro.

"Dad," Zaire exclaimed. "I want that!"

"It's nice, right," Nathan asked but sounded just as giddy.

"What are you guys looking at," Celeste inquired, sauntering over.

"Cars, mom!"

"Cool! May I see?"

"We like this one, baby," Nathan smiled.

"Absolutely not," she shook her head.

"Mom," wailed Zaire.

"Is that a 2019 Nissan 370Z," Celeste quizzed.

"Yeah, babe! I don't think we'll get this one, but something within the last couple years," Nathan attempted to reason.

"I think that's just too much power for a beginning driver, son," she retorted. "Nothing personal. What about something like a Honda Civic or a Nissan Sentra."

Zaire looked at her as if she were an alien.

Nathan interjected, "Right now, we're just getting an idea of what's out there, babe. You and I can discuss it a little more later. But we were planning to go test drive this today."

"Sounds good," she pecked Nathan on the cheek. "Just please DO NOT buy anything today. I really do want to talk," she whispered.