| I had an unusual experience around 1970, give or take a couple of years. I lived near a rabbi and his wife, Blanche. I was not particularly attracted to her, but she did have quite a chest. They were cooler than most white folks about my being African American, so we were friendly. One evening I was over there, and so was a member of their temple. The rabbi and this woman were talking on the couch, and I talked to Blanche who sat in a chair. I sat on the floor. There was wine, and things were loose. The rabbi and his friend began to make out. Blanche noticed after a while, but kept the conversation going with me. I could tell it was bothering her, at least I was pretty sure, but we’d all lived through the summer of love, and were getting on with a new morality, at least that is what I assumed was going on with her. Still, she would glance over. After a while, the rabbi and his friend went up to the bedroom. What they were up to was obvious from the sounds they made. Blanche asked me, “Do you want to fuck?” It was a little strange, and I wondered what that would do to our being neighbors, but I thought she needed to, so I said OK. She took off her jeans and spread her legs, still sitting in the chair. I pulled my pants down just enough, knelt between her legs, and pushed in her without ceremony or foreplay. We were both pretty dry, but that changed when I began to pump her. I remember that I had my hands on her butt, and that I did not last long. I pumped her really fast. I mean really fast. I guess it was sort of uncomfortable socially, and I wanted to get it over with. I came with a gush, though. It was really nice considering how little both of us put into it. My dick is not all that big, more long and thin, but I pushed in as much as I could after I came and just felt her for a moment, and that is what I remember best and most fondly. I pulled my pants back up and got out of there. I have no idea if she came, but I should have made sure before I stopped. It turns out that the rabbi and his girlfriend had been fucking for a while in secret, and this was his way of letting his wife know he was moving out. I have no idea what happened that night after I left, but he moved away soon after. I kick myself that I did not treat Blanche more like a lover, and that I did not get my hands on those breasts. They sure looked good in a sweater, and I missed my chance to play with them and maybe give her more pleasure. Shit. |
