"Oh, baby! Oh, baby! Oh, baby" Jukie heard a voice calling him... from what seemed like very far away. Who was calling him? His head was spinning. He barely knew where he was. His knees trembled. He fell forward onto the softness before him.
It was Donna! Oh, shit! He realized he was in big trouble. Her scream was sure to bring the honky faggots from downstairs running to her aid. He had to get outtathere. He rolled off this white girl's limp body and stood up, wildly looking about for his clothes. He saw his jeans and snatched them up from the floor, hurriedly pulling them on, jockies or no. He grabbed his shirt from the chair where he'd put it earlier and scooped up his socks, sneaks, and jacket from the floor.
He had to get outtathere fast. Was there a back way? Donna would know.
"Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh, baby" she whispered again.
Relieved that Donna seemed to be O.K., Jukie was still panicked about the honkies downstairs. He was sure they'd heard her screams. "Hey, baby! Donna! I gotta’ get outtahere…fast. Them honkies be up here any second now an' ‘cuse me a’ rapin' you." He ran to the window to see what kind of drop it would be.
"Wha...?" Jukie heard Donna's soft voice start to say something.
He looked back from the window. She had raised herself up on one elbow and was looking at him with a broad grin on her face. "Oh, man. Don' worry 'bout nuthin’," she mumbled. "They can't hear shit over the music and loud voices. Besides, it's New Year’s Eve. Lotsa’ people yellin' and screamin' and probably even screwin' in some of the other bedrooms up here."
Jukie thought about what she was saying. His mind began to clear and he realized she was probably right. What had he been thinking? He recalled the images of lynchings that had whipped through his mind earlier. I am one sick cat, he thought. What makes me think those kind of things? Ain't nuthin' happening here but me and this chick balling. That’s all.
"Jukie, Jukie. C'mere. Lie by me a bit." Donna suggested, quietly.
Jukie was still pretty stirred up, but the music playing now soothed him some and he began to realize that his disturbing fantasies were foolish. Still, their source was all too real. Truth was he didn't feel comfortable lying naked with this white chick upstairs in Bill Samuels' house with all these honkies partying down below.
It was Donna! Oh, shit! He realized he was in big trouble. Her scream was sure to bring the honky faggots from downstairs running to her aid. He had to get outtathere. He rolled off this white girl's limp body and stood up, wildly looking about for his clothes. He saw his jeans and snatched them up from the floor, hurriedly pulling them on, jockies or no. He grabbed his shirt from the chair where he'd put it earlier and scooped up his socks, sneaks, and jacket from the floor.
He had to get outtathere fast. Was there a back way? Donna would know.
Soundtrack: It’s All Right----The Impressions
Donna? Jukie hadn't heard a sound from her since her scream. Was she passed out? Or worse? He looked down at her with alarm. She was curled up in a fetal position on the bed. Staring at her real hard, he thought he saw her lips moving. She seemed to be trying to talk. Fearfully, he bent over her to listen to what she might be saying."Oh, baby. Oh, baby. Oh, baby" she whispered again.
Her eyes were closed. A broad smile now broke out over her white face. What the fuck? Here he thought he might of killed her and instead she's lying there in ecstasy! Ain't that the most?
Relieved that Donna seemed to be O.K., Jukie was still panicked about the honkies downstairs. He was sure they'd heard her screams. "Hey, baby! Donna! I gotta’ get outtahere…fast. Them honkies be up here any second now an' ‘cuse me a’ rapin' you." He ran to the window to see what kind of drop it would be.
"Wha...?" Jukie heard Donna's soft voice start to say something.
He looked back from the window. She had raised herself up on one elbow and was looking at him with a broad grin on her face. "Oh, man. Don' worry 'bout nuthin’," she mumbled. "They can't hear shit over the music and loud voices. Besides, it's New Year’s Eve. Lotsa’ people yellin' and screamin' and probably even screwin' in some of the other bedrooms up here."
Jukie thought about what she was saying. His mind began to clear and he realized she was probably right. What had he been thinking? He recalled the images of lynchings that had whipped through his mind earlier. I am one sick cat, he thought. What makes me think those kind of things? Ain't nuthin' happening here but me and this chick balling. That’s all.
"Jukie, Jukie. C'mere. Lie by me a bit." Donna suggested, quietly.
Jukie was still pretty stirred up, but the music playing now soothed him some and he began to realize that his disturbing fantasies were foolish. Still, their source was all too real. Truth was he didn't feel comfortable lying naked with this white chick upstairs in Bill Samuels' house with all these honkies partying down below.
"Say, Donna. I got me a better idea. Let's you an' me split an' go somewheres more private like," he said.
Donna, still reclining, but propped up on her elbow, looked up at Jukie, standing there, half-dressed, holding the rest of his clothes. She laughed, "Where do you suggest, man?"
That was a damned good question, Jukie realized. While at the U, he was living at home with his Moms in her apartment. He couldn't very well show up there at this time of night with a chick… especially not a white chick. And, as far as privacy was concerned… no, home was definitely out. So…
"Well…" he ventured. "How 'bout your place?" He had no idea where she lived, whether it was in a dorm or an apartment or what.
Donna laughed heartily. "Well, as a matter of fact, we are at my place, at least it has been for the past few weeks."
"Huh?" Jukie asked, surprised, confused, and now really ready to split. "Whadaya’ mean?"
"Hey man, why not put down your clothes and at least sit by me and I'll explain, O.K.?" Donna asked, a smile still playing merrily about her pale face.
Jukie felt totally foolish at this point, standing there half-naked. What the hell did she mean this was her place? He set his clothes on a chair and sat down on the bed near where one of Donna's large breasts was spread out against the sheets. "O.K." he said. "What's the story? Shoot!"
Donna laughed again. "Well, it's like this. I'm a grad student in Sociology. Bill's my advisor and… well, I got in a bit of a jam last year and had to leave U-Town for a while… I just got back here before Christmas and… well my parents, they've sorta’ cut me off, so I didn’t really have a place to go to over the Christmas break… and Bill, you know, he's a pretty cool guy… well, he said I could stay here 'til the grad dorms opened up, provided I kept quiet about it. Well… and so, this is my room for now."
At this, Donna swung her legs around to the floor, stood up and kind of sashayed over to a door that Jukie hadn't noticed. She reached inside what was obviously a closet. "See!" she announced, pulling out a silk kimono-style robe, which she proceeded to slip on.
The robe looked boss on her with its Japanese-style design, black on white. Her body filled it just right, outlining her bust and showing just enough white thigh to advertise what Jukie already knew lay underneath.
"Well, I be damned!" Jukie exclaimed. But, for some reason, her explanation still left him feeling somewhat uneasy. "What kinda' trouble was you in last year?" he asked, groping for what was bothering him.
Donna's face turned serious, as she tightened the sash of her robe. "I don't think I know you well enough to talk about that… yet."
"That bad?" Jukie asked sympathetically.
"Yeah, that bad… in a way. But good, in a way, too. Listen, tell you what. Why don't we take a ride into the City? I got some friends there'll let us shack up a coupla’ days. Maybe, we can get to know each other better an' I'll tell you all about it. Whadyasay?"
Sounded good to Jukie. Sounded real good. Shack up with this white girl for a coupla’ days? Sounded decent, all right! "Yeah, baby. That sound good," he said, trying not to sound too eager.
"Good. You get dressed while I jes' throw a few things in a bag, O.K.?" Donna said, as she re-opened the closet door.
Jukie sat down to put on his socks and sneaks and watched while Donna did her wimmin' thang: popping in and out of the closet a half a dozen times, trying on this or that, checking herself out in the mirror, changing her mind and her outfit again and again. Damndest thing! Jukie thought. Come to this party with homegirl Patsy and leave with this white chick, Donna. Damndest thing! Jukie, boy, this could be a very inerestin' semester…very inerestin'.
Finally, after fixing her face in front of the mirror for what seemed like forever, Donna announced that she was all set. She was dressed in a short black skirt and a Marlon Brando-type motorcycle jacket over a tight red sweater and had a large leather bag slung over her shoulder. She sure looked fine! And, Jukie, he was more than ready to split this scene.
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