Love Knows No Color Pt. 06

"Damn, boy, that's a helluva way to wake a girl up," she said sleepily. I looked up at her. She was smiling. She'd been watching me the whole time, holding back, biting her lip so her moans wouldn't give her away.

"Do you know what last night was, why it was so special?" she asked.

"No," I truthfully replied.

"October 18. Five months to the day from when we first met and made love. And even though you had no idea, you still found a way to make the day extra special for me. Crab legs right on Chesapeake Bay. No wonder I love you so much. You are always doing special things for me," she said.

"Well I have something special planned for today as well. We will need to get a shower and get moving of we want to be back before Tamika gets here," I said.

We took a long leisurely shower, enjoying lathering each other up. I'd gotten used to Shavonda wearing a shower cap to keep her hair dry. We sensuously toweled each other off, then she lay back on the bed while I spread her lotion on her soft brown skin. I could get used to this. No, I had gotten used to this. I enjoyed this. We had gone about two months without being apart from each other at night. I had begun to take what we had for granted. I knew that if she ever left me, it would leave a gaping hole in my life, that nobody else could ever fill.

She put on her black jeans, and a red long sleeved blouse that she only buttoned about halfway up. We had breakfast at the Bedford diner, then I drove north along 99 past Altoona, to Penn State University in State College. We parked in a parking garage, and I led her by the hand to the Berkey Creamery. We ordered handmade ice cream cones. "In honor of our first ice cream together. The one where you had me too hard to walk," I told her. She laughed.

"Well, it worked, didn't it?" she said. "After all, you did follow me home like a puppy dog."

We headed back towards Altoona, where I showed her the Juniata Shops. Camera in hand, we wandered along the fence, taking pictures of locomotives in various states of disassembly. "This is a major repair facility," I told her. "They can completely strip and old locomotive down to the frame, and build a completely new one on the old frame." I pointed out specific locomotives, explain to her what they were in the shop for, showing her old ones awaiting rebuild, and freshly rebuilt ones awaiting release to service. She looked on with interest as a small yard engine moved onto the turntable and spun to a different track.

"That looks like the one I run on train night," she said.

We watched as it made its way to a gutted locomotive, coupling up to it and pulling it back to the turntable. There it spun itself to another track, then pushed the gutted locomotive into the massive shop building. "I guess that one is next in line," I said. "We'll have to find out which one it will become, and look for that number in a few months."

It was getting late by this time. The sun was getting low above the distant mountain. Shavonda's cell phone rang. It was Tamika. "Ok," Shavonda said, "We'll meet you halfway. Just get on 30 at Wilkinsburg, and follow it all the way. We'll meet you at the Walmart in Latrobe." She paused, I could hear Tamika talking excitedly on the other end. "You WHAT? Who?" More excited chatter on the other end. "Well, we only booked your room for one person. You should have let me know before now. Don't worry, I'll straighten it out with the motel."

After she hung up, Shavonda turned to me and said, "Apparently, Tamika has a boyfriend. She's bringing him along."

We left Altoona into the setting sun. Instead of taking 99 back to Bedford, we took 22 west over the mountains to Blairsville, then 217 south to Latrobe. Tamika was waiting for us when we got there.

"Von, Jason, I'd like you to meet Brian," she said, introducing a tall white man about her age, who looked vaguely familiar. Then I remembered. He sold turkey legs at the Ren Fest.

"Nice to meet you," I shook his hand. "Tamika's a very nice lady. Take good care of her. She's special. Almost as special as Von here."

They followed us as we made our way east over the mountains in the dark. I made sure we stopped at the site of the old ship motel, just like when I'd first taken Shavonda to Bedford. We all stood looking out over the dark valley below, with occasional lights twinkling in the distance. I figured that they deserved a romantic stop on the way. We continued down the Allegheny Front into Bedford, and headed for the motel. Shavonda had booked them room 16, right next to ours. She'd specifically requested room 15 for us, the same one we had the first time I'd taken her there. The Indian clerk was only too happy to accommodate Brian for a small upcharge.

Later, after they got settled in, they came over to visit, and we microwaved leftover Royal Farms chicken. Brian instantly knew what it was. "We work the Ren Fest outside Baltimore and I live off this stuff. You can only eat so much turkey," he laughed. We all played Uno for a while, listening to Shavonda's iPod.

During the night, we heard her scream Brian's name a few times. Evidently, he was ringing her bell. Shavonda said, "I'm so happy for her. She really is a sweet girl. I hope he treats her right. I hope he's just like you. Tamika is always so down on herself. She thinks because she's full figured she's not beautiful. I'm glad she's found somebody who appreciates her for who she is."

"Did you know about them before this?"

"No, I didn't. I suppose I should have figured something was up when she was always running off to get another turkey leg." She laughed.

The Bedford fall festival was lucrative. The handmade jewelry we took sold well, but Andre's sun catchers sold out the first day. People loved them. We'd have to congratulate him when we got back to Pittsburgh.

After the festival, we had two weeks until the grand opening of the Carson Street store. Shavonda asked me to build her a small Christmas railroad for the store, so I went out and bought a 4x6 sheet of plywood, enough track for two loops of track, and seven switches. I also "lent" the store an old controller, two locomotives, and about a dozen cars. Since it was a winter themed railroad, I had covered the plywood with a white fluffy sheet before I laid the track. I built a small mountain and tunnel in the back corner, leaving the white plaster unpainted. Evergreen trees sprinkled about the platform, and a village made of ceramic Christmas buildings I'd found a few years back in Dollar Tree completed the setup. We mounted the whole table on casters so it could be moved into the backroom at night. That would prove to be a fortunate move.

I talked to my mother, and we were both invited down for Thanksgiving. I told Shavonda, and she quickly said yes. We would spend Thanksgiving in the mountains with my parents, and Christmas with her family. Since I had the kids for Christmas this year, it seemed like the best move, knowing Rose would never agree to let me take them out of state.

We were invited to a holiday party by Darren and Minnie. I went as an Indian brave, and Shavonda was my squaw. She was right when she'd said all I needed was a headband and feather to look the part. We were both dressed in fake deerskin costumes, and had a lot of fun at the party. It was good to have friends who had accepted us as a couple from day one. Since we had the kids that night, Tamika babysat them for us. They loved 'Ms. Meeka.'

The next morning at breakfast, Brittany asked me, "Daddy, what's a nigger bitch?" Shavonda stiffened in her seat.

"Honey, that's a bad word," I said. "Anybody who calls somebody that is a bad person. Where did you hear that?"

"That's what Mommy calls Ms. Von," she said innocently.

"I'ma kill her!" Shavonda muttered under her breath. I hoped the kids didn't hear. She dropped her silverware on the plate and stormed off into the living room.

"Brittany, promise me you'll never call anybody that. You see how upset it made Ms. Von," I explained. Inside I was seething. But I couldn't let the kids see that. "Kids, finish your breakfast."

I left the table and went to comfort Shavonda who was sobbing on the couch. "She's teaching them to hate me," she said through the tears. "Jason, you better do something about her before I do. I swear to God, I'll kick her ass from here to next Wednesday."

I held her close and tried my best to calm her down. "They're not going to hate you," I told her. "You are good to them. They love you. Rose is just mad because she's losing them to you. But I will talk to her. And remember, if she continues to play games we can always file a criminal complaint over my car."

That seemed to calm her down a bit, and I let her cry herself out on my shoulder. Brittany stood in the doorway watching for a long time. She had a scared look on her face, a sort of what did I do look. I'd have to sit her down and talk to her about the power of words to hurt people.

On Sunday night when I took the kids home, I confronted Rose about what she'd said to Brittany. "You need to leave us alone or this isn't going to end well for you. We never did anything to you. But we can, if that's what you want. That lawsuit is just the tip of the iceberg of what we can do to you. Why do you hate her so much anyway?"

"She took my man," Rose spat.

"Do you still want me? Is that what this is about?"

"No, you're tainted now. You fucked a nigger. You will never touch this ever again." As if I wanted to. I had the woman I wanted.

"So why are you so angry about losing somebody you don't want? Somebody you walked away from years ago? I meant it. Leave us alone. We WILL take action if you don't stop. Do the smart thing. Walk away," I said. "I've been nothing but nice to you, even after all you've done. I've been patient. My patience is about gone. You never want to see me when I am truly pissed. And it won't be just me. You are pissing off a lot of people you really don't want to deal with, when you mess with us."

"Are you threatening me?" she asked, eyes wide. She's never seen me like this. And I wasn't even truly angry. Not yet, anyway. I hoped she'd have the decency to let it go.

"I don't make threats, Rose. A word to the wise is sufficient. If you're not sufficiently wise, that's your problem not mine." I turned and walked back to Shavonda sitting in the Cruze.

On the way back, we stopped at my place to retrieve my Jeep from the backyard. Shavonda parked in front of my house, and we walked into the backyard to open the gate. I showed Shavonda how it worked, and she closed and locked it behind me. I followed her back to her house.

I was almost there when a cop car pulled up behind me. After following me for some ways, he turned on his lights and pulled me over. "What are you doing in this neighborhood, son," he said. "Are you here to buy drugs?"

I explained to him that my girlfriend lived in the area, and that I was headed to her house for the night. He asked for my license and registration, and took them back to the patrol car to run them. After what seemed like an eternity, he came back. "I'm going to let you off with a warning this time. You ran a stop sign back there. You have to come to a complete stop before you go past it." It was utter bullshit. There was no stop sign back there and he knew it. I was a white boy in a black neighborhood at night. That's why I got pulled over. "Don't let me catch you around here again. Have a good night." With that he got in the patrol car and left. Shavonda had discretely pulled over about 100 yards up the street. She flashed her lights at me as I pulled off, and led the way back to her house.

That was my boo. She'd pulled over to make sure I was okay when she saw the flashing lights. She knew what was going on. She was looking out for me. Somewhat shaken, I held her on the couch while we watched a movie. I had been brought up to believe that cops were your friend, not the enemy. That if you did nothing wrong, you had nothing to fear. I was finding out that for some people this was not true. That you were always a suspect. This was the second incident I'd had with the police thinking I was into drugs in the short time I'd known Shavonda. It would take some getting used to.

Monday was the grand opening of the new store. I couldn't attend because of work. I had used up most of my vacation days, and didn't want to burn another one. Luckily, it was a short day and I was able to get to the store by 5pm. I was impressed. The two 'Love Knows No Color' posters flanked the door. Shavonda and I were on the left, and Shavonda and Ethan were on the right. My railroad sat in the window alcove next to Ethan's poster. They had both trains running on the two tracks. Inside, among the racks and cases, was a small table. On it was what was left of a Celebration cake. Shavonda had taken out an ad in the City Paper, and that drove traffic into the store. All in all, it was a successful opening day. Ebony was there with Shavonda, later Velma and Tamika stopped by. Andre was busy manning the Ellsworth store, so they took some cake back for him.

Later, after the store closed, we all went back to Shavonda's house where we ordered a pizza, and cracked open a bottle of champagne. I retired early, as I had to be at work at 4am, but the party continued well into the night. At about 2:30 am, just before I'd normally wake up, Shavonda sucked me hard, then rode me while I tried to wake up. It was a wonderful way to start the day. When we were done, she joined me in the shower. Kissing me under the hot water, she said, "Thanks for helping to make the new store possible."

I rode through the hills of northwestern Pennsylvania on cloud 9. At lunch I texted her, "Greetings from DuBois, PA. Thank you for this morning and the past few months, I love you and appreciate everything you do."

Things had seemed to cool down somewhat with Rose. There was no drama when I went to pick the kids up, and they were actually wearing some of the clothing we'd bought them. Brittany was bouncing with joy. "Daddy, look!" she bubbled, handing me her report card. She'd started kindergarten in late August, and this was her first report card. She'd gotten all good marks. I was happy. We took them out to Chuck E Cheese to celebrate. We wound up playing air hockey most of the evening. The kids were surprisingly good considering their ages.

Sunday night when we took them home was also drama free. Rose actually smiled and asked how Shavonda was doing. I told Shavonda about that, and she said, "I hope you finally got through to her."

"Me too," I said.

Arriving back at Shavonda's house, I sat down on the couch while Shavonda went to the kitchen. I wasn't really paying attention to her when she came back in the room. I figured she'd gone to get us drinks or something. She startled me by sneaking up behind me.

"Jason," she said in a sultry voice, "Tonight is Sunday night. Would you like a sundae? A special. Dark, Chocolate. Sundae? You supply the nuts." I turned to look. She was standing there, naked, with a can of whipped cream in her left hand, and a bottle of Hershey's syrup in her right. She looked wonderful standing there, eyes glowing playfully, dark chocolate skin curving gracefully in all the right places. Her nipples were hard, and she had her hip cocked sensually.

I got up the couch, dick tent poling my pants. Giggling, she ran back to the bedroom. I chased her there and tackled her on the bed. "Let me light the candles first," she said. I quickly stripped off my clothing as I watched her sway her way around the room lighting the candles and a couple of incense sticks. God, I loved the way her body moved. This woman drove me crazy every time I was near her.

I waited on the bed for her to get into position. "How do you like your sundae?" Shavonda purred. She lay on her back and squirted some chocolate syrup on each tit, then topped it off with whipped cream. "How about we start right here. Come get you some." I paused a minute, taking in the sight of the white cream on her dark skin. Von, you sure know what to do to turn me on.

I dove right in, sensuously devouring each nipple hidden underneath the toppings. I licked and sucked them while she moaned her encouragement. I didn't stop until I could no longer taste the chocolate. "Mmmmm that felt soooo good. I'll have to do this more often if you'll suck my titties more," Shavonda moaned. "Kiss me."

Face sticky with chocolate, I slid up her body and deeply kissed her. My hips were between her legs and I slid my penis between her lips as I kissed her. The tip was paused at her portal, ready to push its way in. "No," she protested, "Not yet. We still have a whole bottle of syrup." She pushed me back down her body and reapplied the syrup to her tits. I repeated the sucking and licking while she enjoyed herself. She worked me off to the side so she had access to the rest of her body. One hand held the back of my head, playing in my hair, while the other slid between her legs. She quietly moaned as she fingered herself while I sucked her nipples clean. She fingered herself faster as she approached her orgasm. "Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhh," she moaned as she arched her back in orgasm. By now, the chocolate syrup was gone and I was sucking her nipples more to please her. "Jason," she said in post orgasmic rapture, "Want a taste?" She offered me her fingers to lick clean.

Shavonda reached for the bottle of syrup again, this time leaving a trail from her breasts to her hidden treasure, and followed up with whipped cream on the prize. "Feast on your dark chocolate sundae," she purred. "Don't miss a drop."

I kissed and licked my way down her belly, lingering on each area long enough to get all the chocolate, slowly moving south. I spent a good long time licking her belly button, teasing her. My head was pointed toward her private area and my legs were now positioned beside her head. As I left her belly button, I felt her tug at my leg, lifting it over her so I was now straddling her head. I heard the hiss of the whipped cream can and felt the cold cream the length of my throbbing shaft. I was licking her labia now, as I felt her warm tongue licking the whipped cream off of my dick.

There was no way for me to continue without it getting messy now. She had spread chocolate syrup on her thighs as well as her pussy, and my cheeks were soon coated in chocolate. Shavonda had now taken me fully within her mouth, while I licked at her sloppy wet hole. My chin was rubbing her clit as I thrust my tongue deep inside her. To hell with licking her clean, I wanted her juices. She was working her lips and tongue up and down my shaft, moaning in pleasure. We'd done sixty-nine before, but never like this. Soon she was in the throes of another orgasm, arching against me, while her hands held my head in place. There was something about being eaten while giving head that touched something primal inside her, and she was enthusiastically sucking down every inch I had, taking me deep in her throat as she came. Sensing I was not far behind, she stopped. "Roll over on your back, Jason." I did as she asked. She looked at me and burst out laughing. "You are a mess. I'd hate to see what the bedspread looks like."

"Sorry," she continued, "I didn't mean to break the mood. I just wanted you to supply the nut for my sundae." She found the chocolate syrup and coated by shaft with it. She followed with whipped cream. Maneuvering herself so that she was now between my legs facing me, she tossed me a pillow. "Put that under your head so you can watch me enjoy this sundae."

Shavonda lowered her head and took me deep inside her warm mouth again. Her tongue worked to clean the chocolate syrup off of my shaft. She took me deep in her throat, licking all the way down to the base of my shaft as she did so. She raised her head. "Jason, baby, let me know when you're going to come. I want to look in your eyes as I swallow your nut." She resumed her sucking. Her big soft lips felt wonderful, and her tongue did its wicked little dance. I had calmed down a bit. My hand had found her breast and I was squeezing it gently, running my thumb over her hard nipple. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft, moaning as she did so. I loved the way she looked at me while she was doing this. I loved her eyes always, but when she was doing this it was extra special for me. I was getting close.