The Professor Ch. 11

"The Major, have you met this great man doctor?" he asked Lissia.

"I have Mr. Spanos. He is a very strong man and very much admired and loved by my Steven," she smiled to him as she squeezed my hand.

We sat and talked with the Spanoses for about a half hour. After I paid our bill Effie and Georgie hugged and kissed us both urging us to be careful, to give their love to my parents and to love each other all the time. They were dear sweet friends to our family. As Lissia and I walked back across the street to her car she wondered aloud, "Why can't the rest of the world act like this?" I could hear the bitter sweetness in her voice -- it was almost a nostalgic melancholia that begged to be teased out to its conclusion.

We drove toward the Bolivar Ferry at the east end of the Island -- one of the great, free guilty pleasures of mine. We parked the car in the automobile parking lot and walked aboard. We climbed the stairs leading to the catwalk in front of the wheelhouse. We could feel the giant diesel engines idling as cars and trucks filed aboard under the watchful eyes of the deckhands. Then the engines rumbled to a start as the ferry pulled away from its moorings headed toward Bolivar. As we churned through Rollover Pass I watched Lissia's face as she enjoyed her first experience on the ferry -- there were dolphins running ahead of the ferry, gamboling and enjoying the closeness with their human relatives. The salt air was refreshing and invigorating. We walked around the catwalk and down the stairs to the inside passenger bay where the smell of diesel and salt air comingled into a less-than-pleasant vapor. We returned to our watch positions in front of the wheel house for the return trip to Galveston Island. As we docked on Galveston Lissia was dreamy-eyed with the day, "Steven I didn't know this world existed. I have loved this day with you like no other in my life."

I hugged her closely to me as we walked to her car. I held the door for her and as she turned to get in I took her in my arms and kissed her very slowly. Folks around us were shocked to see our love so openly expressed -- neither of us cared what they or anyone else thought, "I love you Lissia -- for my life I'll never know another woman."

She held onto me tightly, "I love you too sweet baby. My life is complete too."

We drove toward I-45 on 61st Street where I pulled into a carwash, "Let's pull the top up and rinse the salt from your car otherwise you'll be fighting rust." We ran the TR-3 through the rinse twice and then pulled the top down for the drive back to her house. I took the drive slowly and we arrived uneventfully at her house in a little over an hour. We got out and I pulled my car out of the garage so we could put her car inside. She tried to protest but it was to no avail. This time we went into the house through her kitchen door. The back portion of the porch was in the shade and it felt cool on the porch.

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LISSIA SPEAKS UP ABOUT US...

Hi friends who've been reading along with us. Thank you for reading Steven's writing; he's so generous with how I felt and how scared I was for so many reasons. Just so you know where we are right now I'm visiting with him for a month...I know you can fill in the blanks about 'why'. So I'm reading and talking to him while he writes. We have a lot of interruptions as you can imagine, but he's still sweet and lets me get away with all the fun I can stand.

When Steven professed his love to me I couldn't believe it. Rape had left me angry and bitter and barren. But something amazing happened -- Steven. He showed up in the darkest hours of my life with a sweetness that stole my heart and a toughness that made me tremble to be around him. He always calls me beautiful. I'm not. He says I am. I asked him if I was beautiful like Diana Ross he just laughed at my question. I asked him why he did that. He said, "Baby it's simple I don't know Diana Ross, I know you and your heart -- if you are beautiful on the inside you're beautiful on the outside."

I would go to the university swim center and watch him play water polo with the other students and professors or just watch him swim laps. He never stops moving -- there's a restlessness about him -- he says it saved his life in Vietnam -- I'm so thankful for that. I think it was God not being finished with us.

When Steven cleared the hurdles for the dual degree program he was so afraid others might think that Evie and I rigged the vote -- he never thought he was that gifted. He wrote about the night that he came over to finish the paper on the Templars -- at one point I was reading behind him and he was typing slower than I was reading and he just put his head down on the typewriter and started laughing. He said, "Baby I can't type any faster, besides I'm writing this paper for Dr. Hunter." I went over and put my arms around his neck and started kissing his sweet self and he grabbed me over the back of the chair, lifted me like a pillow and I wound up in his lap scared shitless at what he'd just done. Taught me a lesson not to mess with him when he was working."

We spent a lot of long evenings me grading papers, he writing and solving these lengthy complex mathematics problems. We got very good at working out the kinks in our backs and sexual libidos. I don't know who taught whom. Steven was a virgin but he sure acquired skills very quickly. I asked Steven if I could tell this story and he said sure. I had some burning down...there girls. You know, my first reaction was he's given me a disease. I was pissed off that he might have cheated on me; lied to me and that he gave me something. I finally went to my OBGYN and she looked at me and asked me how often I was having sex. That embarrassed the hell out of me. I told her everyday two or three or four times a day depending. She asked depending on what. I told her depending on how much time we had to spend together. She said I didn't have gonorrhea or syphilis or Chlamydia -- I had 'honeymoon cystitis'. I wanted to know what that was and she said too much sex that I needed to give my pussy a rest -- well those are my words. Now I was embarrassed because I thought badly of Steven. He was so sweet. He made sure that we followed the doctor's instructions and that I took the anti-inflammatory and antibiotic meds. We abstained from sex for a week that was painful as well but I didn't need a worse bladder infection. He didn't run. He made sure I was comfortable.

I have to talk about the Major and Mrs. Edwards because of how they treated their son with such respect and therefore they treated me with equal respect. In today's world that isn't an issue -- I'm glad of that - not that there aren't issues to deal with but in the 60s they let me be part of their tight family group. Hal and George were always a problem for Steven and me -- they behaved like the assholes that they were but around Steven they had to watch their step. I saw him throw his fat-assed younger brother around like a bag of peanuts -- Steven is strong as hell. Anyway as the Major's health failed him Steven would always ask me if I wanted to go with him to see his Dad. I always did -- he was one of the few 'old white men' that I trusted. The Major would tell stories of his time in the military but would stop when he got to the tough parts and ask about us -- he called us 'his future.' Mrs. Edwards would sit with me for hours and we'd sew and talk like she didn't know I was black. One Sunday in her church she introduced me as her future daughter-in-law. She made a complete transformation according to Steven. I want to talk about the Major's death but it's not time yet.

Steven always treats me like a lady. We went to a few places that would not seat us or they would take forever to seat us and Steven would say something to the maître'd and in a few minutes he'd show up with that pompous ass in tow and extract an apology and a table with very fast service. Steven took no shit from anyone and still doesn't. I liked being on his arm. I was proud to be his love and he made me feel loved and respected wherever we were.

We never argued like some couples. Steven's logical brain processed information differently. He'd ask hundreds of questions and before long you realized he had a firm grip on his position and it was odd that he never tried to convince me that I should take his position. Early on I tried to pick fights with him -- hell that was useless. We usually ended up in bed -- him between my thighs with his big ol' dick in me -- I loved seeing his fine white ass between my dark thighs -- it is so erotic I get wet even now thinking about that.

I embarrassed the shit out of him one day. One of his ROTC buddies made a snide remark about not being a man until you split a black oak -- I looked him up and down and said it wasn't likely he'd even split a sapling with his pencil dick.

But I want to tell you about the afternoon that we returned from our first trip to Galveston together. That day was magical. Stephen drove my TR-3 like he'd driven her all of his life. It was the longest ride I'd ever taken in the TR in the passenger seat but there would be so many more wonderful days and nights ahead. The day was glorious, a tall blue sky and billowy white clouds with the comfortable May breeze gliding us along to the island. Steven knew the island like he knew his neighborhood. He showed me all the places that he and his Dad fished; where the family swam and played on the beach and now where his father went for his medical treatments. We had the most wonderful lunch with the Spanos family in their restaurant and it was surreal how we were treated, well how I was treated because I was Steven's girl -- we were family too and loved like their children. I was almost in tears -- all through my life among white folk I was invisible or treated like shit; but this was way out of left field -- I never expected to be treated with such affection by total strangers. These people are in Steven's life and they're like him -- he is so casual in his treatment of everyone -- everyone is his peer regardless of what he said about not being my peer until he had earned his Ph.D. I'm his senior by eight years and yet he makes me feel wonderfully young and innocent with his kindness. I remember now what it was like to be a child because Steven has gently loved me back to spiritual wellness.

He took me for a ride on the Bolivar Ferry we made several trips on the ferry for free to Bolivar from Galveston and back. The salt air, the birds, the porpoises, the churning of the big diesel engines under the steel deck plates, the hissing of the water as it broke away from the blunt bow of the ferry were background pleasures as he held me close and kissed me on the neck and ears, whispering his commitment and passion for me. I felt my soul wrapping itself inside and all around Steven's being and his living. He made my joy his priority not his afterthought. There were times I had to gasp in little breaths just to breathe with him. Being his girl is powerful and wonderful. Somewhere in our love Steven grew away from black and white -- I was his Lissia now and he was my Steven.

As we were leaving the island he made sure the TR was washed free of the salt air and sand. He didn't want it rusting and becoming a problem for me -- something I wouldn't have thought of. I held his hand and watched him as we drove to the house. I was completely overwhelmed by the day and all that had happened. I had never been romanced. I don't know if anyone in my circle of friends had experienced anything like this -- I am certain Evie hadn't. When we got home Steven moved his car out of the garage and put mine away being careful to snap the tonneau cover and raise the top. He backed his car to the garage door as one more step of being safe. I watched the care he took with something that wasn't even his -- amazingly respectful.

We walked up the back steps onto the cool porch and went into the house through the kitchen. He was careful to lock the door behind us. I was trembling like a schoolgirl. His eyes were so gentle and crystal blue as he held his hands to me; I stepped out of my shoes and pressed my body against his wrapping my arms around his strong neck. His kiss was fiery hot and we were wanton as we strove to love one another. His strong hands were on my hips and he moved them to my ass as he squeezed and massaged them. I have a round butt that is more than a handful but not to his big hands. As he slid his hands up my body my thin, cotton dress went with his powerful grasp. He suddenly learned my secret for the day I wore nothing but the dress my shoes and my smile. I was backed against the table and his dick was protruding against his slacks like a hard iron rod poking my abdomen, "Oh baby!" I breathlessly blurted out, "Steven!"

"Yes my love?" he whispered hotly into my ear as he kissed my neck and throat. "Lissia baby I love you so very much. I am so proud of us. Everyone sees how beautiful you are and it makes me proud to be your man," his words urgently poured off his tongue as I held on for dear life in his arms. When all of a sudden he swept me up like a rag doll and carried me to bed. I couldn't control my breathing, my heart was pounding in my ears and screaming like overloaded power lines. The fire that was burning through my body was out of control as he laid me on the bed and slid his hands under my dress and in one motion it was off of my already sweating body. I leaned up with him between my knees and began undoing his belt and pants while he unbuttoned his shirt. He lifted his feet out of his slacks and his Jockey shorts. His beautiful hard dick popped out for me to suckle and lick. I loved to taste him. The veins on his dick were turgid and prominent, his shaft white and sparkling with my saliva, the head of his dick invited my mouth for a loving visit...I waited no longer I swallowed as much of his dick as I could and sucked him out to the head and then back down. I swirled and wrapped my tongue around him getting his dick wetter and harder with each pass. I couldn't stand it any longer and lay back on the bed. Steven lifted my legs, my ass and my upper body like he was curling weights and in one motion I was lying in the middle of the bed with his very active tongue working over my clit. I had never had my pussy eaten before Steven -- I took a chance early on and told him what I needed and he was willing to bring me pleasure beyond the pain I had experienced. His willingness to be my lover not my 'fucker' changed my life.

Steven brought me to a raging orgasm and he kept licking me until he rolled me up on my shoulders and teased my pussy lips with his dickhead. He rubbed his dick up and down my clit and my soaking wet pussy until I couldn't take it any longer and I screamed out, "Oh gawd Steven now! I need you in my pussy!" I was acting like a trashy slut from Dowling Street screaming out my needs but I needed that man's loving and he slid into my pussy in one long, slow stroke that caused me to gasp.

He grunted, "Oh Lissia your pussy is so wet...ohhh baby what're you doing to me?"

It was what he was doing to me our lovemaking started in Galveston he just didn't know it we were just going to have our orgasm here as he began pumping his big dick into my belly...his sweat was dripping off of his nose onto my tits, I was holding onto his arms as he pumped into me I could feel my orgasm cumming and my legs involuntarily wrapped around his waist as he began pistoning that big piece of man meat into my pussy with complete abandon. I came with a shout, "OH STEVEN!" I could feel my pelvis buck upward as he drove into me -- I couldn't get him deep enough as he rolled me onto my side where he could get a longer, deeper stroke and it didn't take but a few of his powerful thrusts before he shot his biggest load of cum into my already drenched pussy. His dick and balls kept spurting cum like a machine until his dick finally shrank out of my pussy. I leaned up on my elbows and looked down at his cum-covered shiny white dick laying against my very dark, shiny, cum drenched thigh. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen or have since. In that moment we went from the autoeroticism of sexual taboo to abiding love. We laid into one another's arms and kissed for a long time. He tenderly pushed the wild hairs back from my forehead, his eyes were gentle and sweet; beginning to fill with tears, we both heard in our hearts the music of Etta James singing, 'At Last.' Here was my forever love and I his...