I’ve never really told anybody this story before, and it’s been a long time, but I definitely never forgot it. In fact, I still think about it a lot, so here goes.

It was a regular day in April I think, and I was living in Jackson, right downtown. It was a couple years after my dad died, and my mom was like three years from finding AA, and like 10 years from not being a drunk, so I was pretty much out on my own, like 27. I didn’t have any money, and beauty school had me in so much credit card debt, plus I didn’t even have a car. So I was living downtown in Jackson, pretty near my job at this little diner. It was a shit job, barely made anything, but I got free food. And downtown was terrible then, so rent wasn’t much. And Jeff just started driving truck for Texaco, so I was alone pretty much all the time. 

Now I think back, it was kind of nice, nobody to worry about but myself. But at the time I thought my life was going nowhere fast.

So this one day, this dude walks in. Tall, kind of handsome, kind of looks like Jeff I thought at the time. But way different in the way he carried himself and the way he talked. Like real educated. And from the East Coast, like Maryland or Delaware or someplace. Turns out he’s from the bus station, and he doesn’t seem like that crowd either. He’s got this nifty backpack with a computer and iPod – remember them? It was fancy then. And turns out he’s this writer. He even showed me a newspaper with his name and picture on it, and says, “I’m in a hurry. What can I get good to eat that’s fast?”

I’m like, “Gumbo,’ and he’s like, “Done.” It’s funny what you remember.

So he’s this writer, riding around on Greyhound buses talking to regular folks and writing their stories for his newspaper back east. And I’m like, “Hey, I’m a regular person,” and he’s like, “You sure are. And I bet behind closed doors, you’re real interesting too.”

And in my mind I’m like, “Whew, we got a hot one.” But as I said before, he’s in this real hurry to catch his bus to Houston or someplace, so when the gumbo comes, he just slurps it down fast as he can, pays and takes off. Pretty good tip, I remember, so I chalk it up like a win. Like, “Still got it, Meliss.”

And I go about my day, which was about as boring as watching paint dry otherwise. Figure I’ll never see that guy again, which is a shame, because he was definitely cute, super duper smart, and he seemed nice. 

Lo and behold, 20 minutes later, here he comes back through the door of the diner.

He sees me and goes, “What time do you get off?”

I’m so glad to see him, but I play it nice and cool, and go, “Well I don’t know, but I’m done work in about a hour.” Get it? Real slick, and he swallows it hook line and sinker. This is turning into a real fun shift, and I’m suddenly in a great mood, so I make him a milkshake, and even give him the extra like they used to do. Whipped cream and cherry, the whole bit, and I even do a thing where I eat a cherry right there in front of him. If you’d a been there, you’d a been turned on, I promise you.

Well, he starts asking me all these questions, like now he’s interviewing me, right? So I tell him about my dad being a cop and dying in the line of fire. And my mom crawling into a bottle over that. And trying to make ends meet, and make my own way and such. I don’t tell him about Jeff, because I’m not even sure what Jeff is to me at the time. I don’t tell him about my baby that was stillborn before. I still haven’t talked about that too much. But he’s real easy to talk to, these bright blue eyes. They’re different than Jeff’s too. Jeff’s are brown and almost black, and Jimmy’s – this guy’s name is Jimmy – are real light and real blue.

Anyway, he’s asking away, and I’m talking away, and I’m feeling pretty good. I never had talk like that with any man before, and I start to get to feeling like I want to tell him everything. Like everything everything, but I don’t because that just feels like too much. But we’re sharing the milkshake and I’m thinking, “My life is pretty nice.”

It was one of the only times I thought that while it was happening. Years later I can look back at that time and say it was nice to be young and on my own in a city and just living, but at the time all I could see was the stuff I didn’t have or couldn’t afford. Except a day like that one, which actually felt good.

So the end of my shift comes, and just in case, I put in a double order for my dinner to take home, and add a half a pecan pie to boot. They were going to throw it out, so nobody cared.

Then I’m like, “Hey Jimmy, you feel like getting outta here?”

And he goes, “I would love to buy you dinner, Melissa.”

I’m like, “Way ahead of you,” on the dinner thing, and so out we go. Then he pulls out this little camera to take a photo of me. I think it was to go in the newspaper next to the story about me, which I kind of forgot about until then. I’m thinking, “I’m sure glad I didn’t tell him everything everything.” But Jimmy climbs up on a light post to get my good side, and I feel like pretty fancy standing there posing, even though it’s the end of my shift and I’m sure I look a fright. He says it’s better if it’s real, but I’m thinking that I wish I’d done my hair different or put more makeup on.

Anyway, we walk on to my apartment, which is like 4-5 blocks away, and up three flights. Like I said, real cheap, but it did the job. I’m hearing our footsteps on the stairs, and his don’t sound like Jeff’s and I’m used to mine alone, so for some reason that sound is getting me real excited. We got to the top and I sense he’s nervous. Right as we’re going in, he’s like, “I can’t write an article about you.”

And I’m like, “What?”

And he goes, “You are really interesting, but I can’t write an article about you and sleep with you, and I’d rather sleep with you.”

And I’m like, “What are you talking about?” I forgot about the newspaper thing again.

So he goes, “If I write it now, everybody will think we had sex, and that I wrote the article about you in exchange for sex.”

I was pretty dumbfounded, but I definitely didn’t like the sound of all that. On the other hand, I’m too far down this road, and I gotta have this guy’s dick in my something or else I might just explode.

So I go, “Well, the sex is free of charge. If you don’t feel like doing an article, I’m not gonna tell a man how to do his work.”

That seemed to set things right, and it’s a good thing, because by that time I had my heart set on something happening between us. Sure enough, soon as the apartment door is closed behind us, I’m on him. I push him up against the wall and start kissing him, and rubbing my tits up against his chest, and he’s real willing, hands all over everywhere. He gets hold of the zipper on my uniform and down it goes. Good riddance, I thought. Same for his shirt. And suddenly I’m sitting there on the bed in bra and panties, staring straight at his bulge, which is getting real big. He’s like 6-2 or something like, and his dick is looking proportional, at least from the tent in his pants. I take off his belt, and take down his pants to his knees, and sure enough, he’s got a fucking hog. Probably the biggest I’ve ever seen in person.

On one hand, I’m thinking, “You hit the jackpot today, Meliss.” And on the other hand I’m like, “I ain’t had sex in like a month, and I think this is gonna feel real good when we get into it, but it might be tricky for a minute.”

Especially because I’m looking at blowing him right now. No way I was going to skip that part – it’s one of my favorite parts – but damn if I’m gonna try to deep throat him.

He’s looking a little nervous, and goes, “Maybe I should shower.” I guess ‘cause he’s been on the bus for so long. And I’m all in, and say, “It’s gonna get worse before it gets better,” talking about the being dirty. Heck, I’ve been working all day, but I can’t wait through a shower, so if he can handle my pussy – and he sure did – I can take his cock.

But like I said, not all the way down. I got two three inches down, which I know is the real sensitive part, and I’m working his shaft and balls with my hands. He actually tasted pretty good to my lips, and he’s hard as concrete, which was a nice confidence boost. I take off my bra and he’s all about my tits, which you know I love.

Then he undoes my hair, which was super sexy. Gentle-like, undoing my hair tie. But then I forgot I stuck a pencil in there, and out it falls, and we both start laughing, me with his dick still in my mouth. It made me gag a little, so I had to slip him out for a breath. And now he’s kissing me, good and deep. Like really kissing me on the mouth and pushing me back down on the bed. And I’m like, “Okay, here we go.”

The man could eat himself some pussy, I gotta say. In just a couple of minutes, he’s got my panties off, two fingers up my cunt, his lips and tongue on my clit, and I’m about to go off like a firecracker. I was a little worried at first because he wanted to take a shower, and I didn’t have one. But he didn’t say anything, just went at me like there was no tomorrow, and I got a fistful of his hair, which was thick and a little gray. And before long, all my tomorrows and yesterdays were gone, and I was blasted into space. Like for real, earthquakes.

I was ready to get my mouth back on his cock, but he was in charge by now, and he wanted to fuck me. I was not going to tell him no.

So Jimmy climbs on missionary, and I can feel his big dick right at my slit, and he’s suddenly like, “Do you have any condoms?”

Not even thinking, I’m like, “Sure, bedside table.” And he goes to get them and something inside me was like, “Nu-uh.” I tell him he’s welcome to use the condoms, but I have an IUD – by the way I don’t, or at least I didn’t at the time – and would he mind very much fucking me without one?

In my experience, no man ever minds, and Jimmy might be from out of town but he’s still a man.

I don’t know why I lied to Jimmy about being on an IUD. Something in me just wanted his seed, like I thought maybe I could make something of it. Or make something of myself with it? Sounds crazy, I know, but I was crazy in that moment, and I wanted exactly what I wanted. 

I asked him to fuck me slow at first because it had been a while, which it had, but more to the front of my mind I was thinking that I had never taken such a thick cock before. That’s what it was; it was a little longer than average, but like twice as thick, at least as Jeff’s.

Jimmy did me just right. He pushed into me and I saw stars for a second, and then he like rocked his way all the way in, real gentle, but real hot. I felt my pussy touched in places it was never touched before, and I loved how hard he felt. I still had my shoes from work on, but I didn’t care, I just wrapped my legs around and pulled him in all the way. After I adjusted around him, I could feel I was creaming to beat the band, and he starts working me real good. Such long strokes I never felt. It wasn’t even particularly fast or rough. It was just fucking relentless, and I could barely think.

I wanted back in some control, though, especially with him being so big, so I rolled him over on his back and started riding him. He ended up sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet flat on the floor, and I’m straddling his lap. He got a mouthful of my tits, which just sends me, and then he’s brushing against my clit with his hand.

I’m a little surprised I didn’t come again right away, but I feel his time is coming. His cock got even thicker inside of me, and his breathing got all raggedy.

I start pleading for him to come in me. I’m like, “Come in my pussy, Jimmy. I want to feel you explode.”

I think that sent him over the edge, because he grabs my ass, and just starts hammering my cunt. By this time, I’m full used to his size, so it just feels like fucking heaven.

He goes, “Oh, God, Melissa, I’m gonna come in you! Just keep riding, just keep riding!” I’ll never forget that. As if I was gonna stop, right?

I let out a little yelp when his first load hit me deep in the pussy. It was like a flood up there, and I was so happy. Then, just as the spurts started to get smaller, I get in my brain I’ve got to taste his cum. So I climb off and get down there, and suck him off until he’s fully dry, squeezed his balls and everything.

Then I just sit back – I’m on the floor at this point – and go like, “Whew! I sure needed that. I really like your dick.”

And I did. I didn’t know how much I needed it until I had it.

I finally took off my shoes and socks then, and we were both finally full-on naked. Time for a shower, right? So that’s what we did.

***

Jimmy and I had a lot of fun that night. So much fun. We showered and ate the steak and some of the pie. Then he gave it to me again, this time all fours doggy, and came in my pussy one more time. I sucked him off a little later, and because he’s already come twice, it took fucking forever, but by that time I was just about in love with his penis, and I think it was in love with me.

I never told him about Jeff, like I said, because I didn’t know where Jeff and I stood. For all I know, he was getting it on with truck stop hookers all over the country. In hindsight, I doubt it, but then I wasn’t sure at all, and I wasn’t sure if I cared.

Jimmy was real nice to me all the way through, and left early in the morning to catch another bus. I never expected to hear from him again, and I never have.

Jeff came home a couple days later, and just in case something had happened from Jimmy, I jumped all over him and made sure he put a load in me. He’s been talking about wanting kids, but even though I was off birth control for like a year, no dice. 

But lo and behold, I missed my next period after Jimmy, and I’m pregnant. I didn’t panic, because Jimmy and Jeff are both white, and pretty tall, and not too different in the looks department. Very different in the brain department, for certain, but if my baby came out looking just like Jimmy, I don’t think Jeff would bat an eye thinking it was his. You’d be surprised the questions folks just don’t ask.

All except those bright blue eyes.

My daughter arrived nine months later, and would you believe it, she’s 19 now. Tall, fucking gorgeous, smart as a goddamn whip and those blue eyes. Name’s Jamie (wink!). My eyes are green and Jeff’’s dark brown, but he loves that girl so darn much, no need to rock the boat. We kept trying for brothers and sisters, with no luck, so she’s our only one.

Like I said, I never told this to anybody, so do your best to keep it on the DL. I know Jeff won’t read this, and who the heck knows what became of Jimmy, but I do hope he’s doing okay. I trust he is.