Hearthstone Entertainment
30 Drama
WE ATE OUTSIDE and by sundown, we had a party in full swing. We danced and the senior girls seemed to want all my time. Nancy, Susan, Pam, Lexi, Judy, and TK surrounded me as we danced and made quite a production of making sure our bodies accidentally brushed up against each other. Even Amber Drake, Rich’s girlfriend, joined them in the tease. Nancy and Susan had not been reserved this summer in being naked with everyone else, but they’d never gone out of their way to be sexual around me. Pam had only done so last week after her birthday. Of course, Judy and Lexi never missed an opportunity to hug, kiss, or pet. Twice this summer, I’d found them waiting for me in bed and I’d loved them both tenderly. Theresa Kelly was another matter entirely. TK was a minx. She never passed up an opportunity to do something sexual even if it was only to come up to me at the most inopportune time possible and whisper “I give you explicit permission to take me backstage and eat me to orgasm.” That, just before I greeted my guest for the next show.
It looked like she’d decided this was her night, and everyone else was egging both of us on. Even my cónyuge had briefly joined our dance group and taken pleasure in pushing Theresa toward me.
“We don’t want Theresa to have a bad reputation at school, Brian. You need to give her something that will last until Christmas,” Liz said. Right then I was ready to give Liz something, but I was pretty sure it would only last five minutes.
About nine-thirty, it was fully dark and we were lit mostly by the firelight and the security light focused on the parking lot and driveway. TK had backed up against me while we danced and trapped my cock between her butt cheeks. I was afraid we’d end up fucking standing up in front of everyone.
“Would you like to go inside where it’s cooler?” I asked. It was still around eighty outside. “I’ll give you all the explicit permissions you want.”
“No,” she said, turning and grinding her pussy into me. “What kind of girl do you think I am?” What the fuck? She started laughing. “I’m the kind of girl who likes it hot and sweaty.” From somewhere, she produced a condom. “Go sit in your throne chair. I’ll be back with some explicit permissions after I pee.” She spun me toward my Adirondack and I walked over. I smoothed out the towels on the cushions.
“Brian, can we talk for a few minutes now?” Maggie said from behind me. She startled me and I spun around, whacking her in the arm with my very prominent erection. “Oh! Oh, dear. Um… maybe…”
“Sorry, Maggie, this might not be the best time. I’m kind of expecting company.”
“Lucky her,” Maggie giggled. She turned around and ran straight into Lionel, Sugar, Lamar, and Renee.
“Casa del Sol is headed for bed,” Lamar laughed. Apparently, he and Renee were planning some fun from the way she was hanging onto him. Maggie stepped back into me and screamed.
Then she collapsed against me in a dead faint, knocking me back onto the chair.
Lionel scooped her up so she wouldn’t hit the ground when I fell back and gave me enough time to straighten up on the chair. He bent to put Maggie in my lap just as she opened her eyes, screamed again, and passed out.
“It’s us,” Lamar said to his brother. They stepped back and I motioned them to stay.
“She’s got to get past this, whatever it is,” I said. “It’s stupid.”
“Maybe not,” Rose said as she rushed up to me. She had a glass of water and carefully held it to Maggie’s lips as we got her to come around.
Maggie gasped and looked panicked for a moment, turning first to Rose and then to me. She was shaking like a leaf. She looked up at Lamar and Lionel and buried her face against me.
“Maggie,” Rose said, trying to soothe and comfort her. “Here, honey. Have another drink of water. You know Lionel, Lamar, Sugar, and Renee. They are Casa del Sol. None of them will ever hurt you.”
“I know,” she sniffled. “I’m sorry. I’ve been trying so hard. I’m not prejudiced. I’m not!”
“What is it, then?” I asked. “Maggie, we are doing our best to understand but it’s very difficult for us. These are our friends. They don’t deserve to be treated this way.” She looked up and shook her head. She took a deep breath, clutching me more tightly.
“I was raped,” she whispered. Instinctively, I held her more tightly. She returned the grip.
“When?” I rasped. Did that really make a difference?
“My junior year in high school,” she whispered. She looked up. “Lamar, Lionel, Sugar. Wherever Angela is. I’m sorry. You’ve been nothing but kind to me and you don’t deserve my reaction. But…”
“But he was black,” Lamar said with disgust.
“They.”
“Fuck!”
“I’m from Chicago. I lived in a mixed neighborhood—a mixed school. Race was never anything any of us thought about. But I was walking home one night after school—it gets dark early up there in winter—and just as I put my key in the door, three men jumped me. They pushed me inside and tore my clothes off of me. I screamed and cried and they hit me. They tore me open with their cocks. Three at once. Three holes. I was just a screaming piece of meat with holes they could put their cocks in. And then they left. They even locked the door behind them. They left me on the floor in my own vomit and blood.”
I rocked my little Korean producer. Rose petted her hair and Hannah knelt beside us with a hand on Maggie’s hand.
“Police…” Maggie whispered, “…wanted a description. All I knew was that they were black. They were disgusted and asked if I wanted a line-up of half the population of Chicago. For the next year and a half, every time I saw a black person, I ran. People who used to be my friends in school. I ran. I came to IU because, how many black people would there be at a college in Southern Indiana? And then I came to work here. And you are all nice. And I still… hurt!”
“I understand,” Lamar said. “We aren’t offended, Maggie.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. You met our mother, right?” Maggie nodded. “Our dad never came home from Viet Nam. Not even a box. I was five years old. Six. The war ended and Pops never came back. I grew up wanting to kill all the Gooks who took my Pops. Lionel doesn’t even remember him. He was only two or three. And to me, anybody Asian was a Gook. That’s what the kids called them where I went to school. Of course, there weren’t a dozen Asians in St. Joe County as far as I could tell.”
“You… you hate me,” Maggie said. “But I’m Korean. And I’ve never even lived there. I was born here.”
“I don’t hate you, Maggie. That tall black lady you met on Brian’s show beat some sense into me eventually. She took Lionel and me out of that school and moved to the St. Joe Valley District. She made friends with every Asian she ever met and made sure we treated her friends with kindness and respect. She made sure we understood the difference between being at war and being with people.” Lamar got down on one knee in front of Maggie. That made them about the same height.
“I’m sorry, Lamar. I know that no one would hurt me in this clan.”
“Do you know what a promise means here?” he asked. “We keep our promises. We don’t make promises we can’t keep. Brian taught us that. If you would, Miss Maggie, please take hold of my big black hand.” He held his hand out to her. Maggie tentatively put her small hand in his. He didn’t close his hand. He let her do the gripping. “I promise, Miss Maggie, that if this hand is near you, you will be safe from everyone. I won’t follow you around to keep you safe or invade your privacy, but if my hand is in reach of you when you are in need, I will protect you from any and all. When you see me, say to yourself, ‘There is my bodyguard.’ I promise you this. You will never need to fear me.”
Maggie released Lamar’s hand and hugged his neck.
“I am not afraid. I will not be afraid,” she whispered.
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