Mr. Toffee… what I meant was that if u read this and get offended by sexual content I WILL report it as abuse. This is just fair warning and u know it. I'm tired of u telling me the same shit with every racy story I post. You KNOW its coming because usually, at least now, I mark them and WARN before hand. If u don't wanna read that kind stuff, I understand, but I'm not forcing u to do it so leave me alone about it.
Thank you.
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African Expidition: Day Thirteen:
Well, I'm taking Jazmine back home with me today. I'm still a little worried about all of this. Jazmine seems even more upset than I am, however. Gosh… and Cindy's gonna just about lose it when I tell her. But, I mean, we agreed to see other people. I haven't slept with anyone yet, and I know she's had several men over night.
The chief said that the child is supposed to be conceived in the land of his father. Which was all good cos' I was leaving for Chicago anyway today. I just hope things start making sense now that the girl's allowed to talk.
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"You don't have to be silent anymore," Huey told the woman at his side, staring out the window, "In America, you can speak all you want… well… mostly,"
She looked at him with wide, fearful eyes, "We're… so high up. How does this… this thing stay so high and not fall?"
Huey opened his mouth to speak but shut it and pondered on that for a moment, "Well… uh… it's a machine. It's supposed to fly,"
"But will it not fall?" She asked desperately, her voice still muted.
"Don't worry about it," Huey assured her, he handed her a fashion magazine and smiled at her, "Here, look through this and pick out some things you like. We'll get you some clothes for your stay,"
Jazmine blinked as she turned through the pages, marveling at each piece of paper she saw. She blushed and stopped at a perfume add page. It was a close up of a white woman, who looked naked, being kissed on the neck by a rugged looking, and naked looking, young man.
Huey noticed her staring at the page for a long time and cleared his throat nervously.
"Is this… what conception is like for your people?"
Huey turned the page quickly and found a page splashed with clothes, "There ya go. Look on pages like this,"
Jazmine did as she was told, trying to make herself like what clothes she saw. She looked around at the other women on the plane. They looked pretty and they were all wearing clothes like this.
She turned her face to Huey, who was writing down something while looking out of a book.
She envied him. He was smart, strong and of course was accepted in her home. She sighed and watched him read. She wanted so badly to be intriguing to him. He was kind in a way, taking her home with him and helping her with her problem, even though he could have easily said no.
She soon grew restless, but Huey kept her in her seat, warning her that wondering around a plane wasn't the best idea when one doesn't know anything about said plane. She accepted this for a while, until she grew restless again and Huey had to calm her down.
"Food? Drink?" The stewardess asked politely, toting the cart around.
"Sure," Huey said casually, "Uh… I'd like some Malt Bull, please,"
"And for you, miss?" She asked, handing Huey his little bottle and shot glass.
"Uh…" Jazmine blinked.
"You can have something," Huey told her thoughtfully, "Are you thirsty?"
She nodded slowly, "I'll… just have some of that…" She pointed to what Huey was drinking. The stewardess smiled and handed her her own bottle and shot glass and was on her way.
"You sure about that?" Huey smirked.
"She approached you with speech!" Jazmine seemed mortified, "She approached you, a man! A man with darker skin and of taller height!"
"It's okay," Huey assured her, "In America, none of that matters,"
"It… doesn't?"
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"Well, here it is," Huey said loudly, letting the young woman into his condo. He lived well. VERY well. North Western University professor, Award winning author and Public Speaker. His home was expected of a rich bachelor. Big plasma screen TV, everything looking very uptown and secluded from the world.
"This… is your hut?" Jazmine seemed perplexed, "Why would you need all of these… things? Doesn't it make it more crowded?"
"These things… uh… make life a bit easier," Huey admitted, handing her one of Cindy's clothes that she had left over, "Watch," he walked her over to the sink and pulled at the faucet. Water instantly came burbling and gushing out of the silver opening, making Jazmine gasp.
"You control your very own tiny water fall!" She exclaimed, "How delightful!"
"It's pretty sweet," he grinned, leading her into the bathroom, "Look, why don't you go into this room here, get in these clothes and I'll rustle us up some supper,"
"Alright," She agreed, eyeing the clothes he gave her suspiciously. A pair of jeans, a Black Eyed Peas Tshirt, a pink sports bra and a pokey dot panties. She stared at the pants and shirt. She knew where these wore worn, she had seen them on many people since she arrived out of her tribe.
She pulled off her white dress robes and grabbed firm hold of the bra. It seemed like it SHOULD go to cover up her breasts but… it seemed far too small.
She pulled it over her head and let it rest were it was meant to, or atleast, she supposed. It was tight, and hurt her a bit. She shrugged, and assumed that all women dressed that way. She then pulled the panties up her legs, assuming it must have gone there. Nxt came the jeans.
They fit okay, but they held open at the front. It confused her so she pulled the Tshirt over her head, pulling her arms awkwardly everywehere. After what seemed like forever, she unlocked the curious maze and pulled her slinder arms through. It was really tight on her chest and hung open at her mid drift.
She bit her lip and surveyed her reflection. She looked like some of the girls in that magazine Huey had given her. So, she must be right on the money.
"Jazmine? You okay?" Huey said through the door way, worried at how long she had been in there.
"I think so," She said, walking out of the bathroom. Huey's eyes popped out of his head, practically. Her figure was hidden very well by that white robe because she was filling OUT Cindy's clothes.
"Do I…. Fit in?"
"Uh… here," Huey bit back his blush as he tried to button up her jeans and zip them shut, "These are a little tricky,"
The door slammed open and then shut in the front and a high pitched squeal was heard, "Oh HuuuuuuEEEEYYY!!"
A blonde, pale faced woman turned the corner and her mouth dropped wide open. Huey shot his hands away from Jazmine's zipper and looked at Cindy nervously.
"Cindy! Hey!"
"… Made a friend, Huey?"
"Uh, it's not what you think,"
"Is it?" She pierced her lips and popped her eyebrow. Jazmine surveyed her curiously. She was thin, very thin. She had a plump back side, however. Her hair was golden like the sun and her skin was almost pink. Her eyes were glass blue, making Jazmine stare.
"Jazmine is from Africa…" Huey explained, "I brought her from the tribe,"
"It is a pleasure to meet you, miss," Jazmine bowed lowly, dropping to her knees and putting her forehead on the floor.
"Jazmine," Huey hissed awkwardly, picking her up by her arm, "You don't have to bow to white people, here,"
"But if I am to lay with her groom, then I must be her servant. It's the least this one could do,"
"uh… We're not married, Jaz-"
"Wait wait wait! You slept with this… this… HER!?"
Huey sighed and looked at his girlfriend and bit his lip. He shrugged his shoulders and placed a hand on her upper arm. He leaned in to whisper, "We need to talk…"
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I should update this either later today or tomorrow XD