'Okay, auntie,' Keith said. He walked slowly toward the bedroom where his clothes were. He stopped at the door. 'Is she nice?' he asked.
'A tall redhead,' Conchi said.
Keith dressed quickly and returned to his aunt. He sat down by her and said, 'What kind of girl?'
'A nice girl, Keith.' Conchi poured a little more brandy into her glass and held it the way true brandy drinkers do.
'Is she tall, auntie?' Keith asked.
'Keith, you do not hear so well. I told you she is a tall redhead.'
'I'd go ape over something like that,' Keith said. He put an arm around his aunt and hugged her. 'Who is she?'
'Her name is Bettina Werp. She is beautiful.'
'I don't believe you because I can't be that lucky.'
'Don't call your aunt a liar, Keith. I resent that.'
'Okay! Okay! You needn't get huffy with me,just because I can't believe a girl would be interested in a guy like me.'
'That is your trouble, Keith. You lack the confidence male chauvinists have.'
'I'm shy,' Keith said. 'Chauvinism has nothing to do with it. I really like girls.'
Conchi ruffled Keith's hair. 'I know you do,,, but you have to learn to go forward with them. Girls certainly like you. If you gave them half a chance you would know that for truth.'
'When do I meet this doll?' Keith asked as he tried to smooth down his hair.
Conchi smiled. 'Friday night-and she will surprise you.'
'Does she know I'm coming?'
'She expects you to.'
'Auntie-you don't mean that literally, do you?'
'All I know is that she won't bite you. Do as she tells you. After you see her your shyness will disappear.'
'I sure hope it's that easy.' Keith stood up now. 'Is she for real, auntie?'
'Trust me. She has agreed to be your sex educator. What more can you ask for?' Conchi sniffed her brandy.
'Her twat,' Keith said.
Conchi sipped her brandy. 'Bettina is not a prostitute, so treat her like a lady,'
'Do ladies fuck?' Keith asked.
'My God!' Conchi slapped her forehead with her free hand.
Keith bent down to kiss his aunt on one of her now rosy cheeks. 'Are you sure she wants to meet me?'
'Keith. She has seen you. She thinks you are handsome. She knows you are not tall-it makes no difference to her!'
A loud sigh escaped Keith's lips. 'Amen!' he said.
Conchi stood up beside her nephew. 'What does that mean?' she asked as she placed her empty glass on the table.
'I'll get to fuck a girl-that's what it means!'
'I was right when I told her you were sex crazy.'
'You did?'
'Yes.'
'What did she say?'
'She said she likes sex too.'
'She's not a nympho?'
'I don't know that. She is a nice girl and I suppose a nice girl can be sexy.'
Keith hugged and kissed Conchi. 'You sweet. woman!' he said. He backed away from Conchi. 'No matter what happens it's you I really, really want to screw!'
'Good night!' Conchi said, pushing Keith toward the door.
Keith's lips pecked at his aunt's cheeks. 'You're so good to me.'
'Scat! or I won't tell you where she lives.'
'Where does she live!' Keith asked excitedly.
Conchi laughed. 'Across the hall in 6-C.'
'That close?'
'When you come Friday night just knock on her door. She will be expecting you.'
'That close?' Keith said as he opened the hall door.
'Out!' Conchi said. She closed the door and leaned against it. 'My God!' she said aloud. 'Won't he ever take no for an answer?'
Chapter 7
The black girl, naked down to the soft golden slippers on her feet, walked back and forth in front of the Italian sitting in a leather-covered lounge chair.
At the moment Frank Kazarra paid no mind to the black beauty who paraded her flesh so proudly. He had one hand on his cock as it bulged beneath his slacks and with the other he was signing two rent receipts which lay on the end table beside the chair.
He dropped the pen as his eyes returned to the smooth velvet flesh of the black doll. 'Nigger-baby,' he said, smiling, 'you've got what it takes-and it's all where it counts.'
Hips swaying, breasts swinging, the girl walked slowly to the table and picked up the receipts. She carried them to an antique desk and placed them in a drawer. She turned and relaxed so her rounded buttocks were resting against the edge of the desk.
'Well, master?' Phyllis Reger said.
'Come here, Niggerbaby,' Frank said. 'I don't like to be kept waiting when this rod is ready for action.'
The girl smiled but didn't move. 'There's time, lover. Lots of time.'
The Italian looked down at the hand that was squeezing the bulge. 'Niggerbaby-you're fooling with an H- bomb!'
'Really, Frank?'
'Damn right!' Frank said. 'This little bomb is going to blow your insides apart.'
'What's the rush, lover?' Phyllis Reger was teasing. 'Are you going someplace?'
'Right into your black cunt, baby-deep, deep, deep in it so you'll taste my juice in your mouth.'
'I want you hard, Frank. Hard, hard, and harder!'
Frank unzipped his fly and brought his cock into the open. It was a whopper-all of nine inches from head to balls.
Frank held onto his prick and said, 'How's this, Niggerbaby?'
'Hard, Frank. I want it as hard as a cop's club.' Phyllis moved slowly toward him. 'That's what I call hard.'
'Get me a glass of wine, Phyllis,' Frank said, 'and I'll suck your tits. That will make it as hard as a brick.'
Phyllis Reger lived in Apartment 2-C. Two receipts she had placed in the desk drawer were for the apartment and the store she rented on the ground floor. She didn't fuck for the free rents; they were monthly presents from the owner of the building.
When she returned from the bar, Phyllis put the two wineglasses on the end table. Frank reached out to grab her, but she backed off. 'Have a drink, Frank,' she said.
'You black bitch-you're giving me the works again!' Frank picked up a glass and swallowed some red wine.
'What's the hurry, lover?' Phyllis raised her arms so her fine breasts rose to a tantalizing position. 'Let's enjoy ourselves.'
