Jukie's mention of Bill seemed to stir something up in Donna because she broke in and said, "Yeah, Bill. The one teacher who saves this place from being a total monastery."
Jukie laughed. "Monastery? Yeah, I guess Bill ain't no monk!"
Soundtrack: Let the Good Times Roll---Shirley and Lee
Donna turned serious. "That's not what I meant. You know, I think a lot of people have the wrong idea about Bill. He's got this reputation about makin' it with co-eds, but… I don't think he does. I mean, he's never come on to me and somehow I doubt he'd have let me live at his place these past few weeks if he was gonna’ be having sex with students there. In fact, the reason I’ve got to clear out when classes start is so people won’t get the wrong idea about us---Bill and me."
Jukie was surprised by Donna's take on Bill. He'd just accepted the common view of him as making it with his young female students. Like weren't they hanging all over him tonight? As for Donna's logic, maybe Bill just hadn't propositioned her yet… maybe having her live there was a way of getting her into the sack later on… maybe even joining Bill in threesomes with some of them blonde nymphos at the party. Yeah, that was probably more like it. Fact… that sounded boss to Jukie. Maybe, he and Bill could make it with Donna and some of them blondies in an orgy sometime… shit, yeah. Donna was just bein' naïve.
"Well, what did you mean by saying monastery, then?" he asked.
"I was thinking more about how removed from the real world this place and all the professors seem to be. I mean, being here at the U, you'd never know there was a war going on where their former students are killing people and being killed or that inner-cities are burning or that young people all over the world are protesting."
"Or getting high and having sex with whoever they want," Jukie added, inspired by his present circumstances and thoughts of orgies with Bill and his chicks, maybe even including Donna, herself. He felt himself getting hard, as he slid his hand up the inside of Donna's thigh.
"Mmm…yeah," she sighed, shifting her bottom forward, so Jukie could reach further up.
"Mmm… yeah, right there, like that… mmm." Jukie's hand had reached her crotch, but driving one-handed and reaching under her skirt wasn't easy. His wrist kind of cramped up and he had to pull his hand out after just a few moments.
"Guess this car's too small for much of that," he explained a little embarrassed.
"Oh, I don't know," Donna said, smiling, as she reached over, unzipped his fly, and pulled his thickening cock through the slit in his Jockies.
Oh man, Jukie thought. This chick’s gonna' cause me to have an accident. But before he could say anything, Donna had slipped her head in between the gear shift and the steering wheel so she could lick his dick.
"Mmmm," she murmured, as she took him into her mouth, sweeping her tongue around in a series of circles that about drove him crazy. Jukie's dick thrust forward almost on its own, causing her head to bump up against the steering wheel.
Donna lifted her head for a moment. "You drive. Let me do the work, O.K.?"
"O.K., baby. Anything you say," he responded, feeling his cock jump, as she took it into her mouth once again.
By now, they were approaching the City limits. "Hey, baby. What exit we gonna take? Jes’ so’s if you're still busy, I kin’ take it."
Donna pulled his throbbing dick out of her mouth, temporarily. "Exit 4," she said, and recommenced to sucking.
Jukie drove on. It was the damndest sensation. There were almost no cars on the road. The sky was clear. No moon. Lots of stars. And his pecker was being licked and sucked by this white chick.
The radio was playin' R&B tunes from his youth. He was in heaven. Jukie, man, you have arrived. But where? Where you goin', boy? Who is this chick suckin' your peter first time you meet her? What's her story? How come she dropped out of school for almost a year? And what about you? You forget why you're here at the U?
Truth was he wasn't sure why he was there at all… beyond Patsy's insistence and his Moms being proud. Yeah, he was passing his courses, though barely, and he had money in his pockets and a good work-study job, but that only meant he wasn't at the bottom of the barrel like most of the cats he grew up with. He still wasn't really nowhere good. Not like Patsy.
No, Jukie didn't feel he was accomplishing much that actually mattered to him. Fact was, he didn't really know what mattered to him. He knew pretty clearly what he didn't want to be---a bum, a janitor, a garbage man, a drug pusher---yeah, but what did he want to be? What did he want out of life? A good job? Sure. Money? Maybe. Some, sure. But why? For what? Women? Yeah, sure, but a woman? He wasn't so sure about that. Take this Donna who was sucking his dick, for example. That was fine! But more than that? Not sure, not sure a-tall. He thought he valued his freedom too much for that.
So, driving along the highway getting this incredible blowjob from this white chick, Jukie felt like it was kind of like a milestone in his life rather than anything he was really experiencing. Like watching a movie about his life. There, up on the screen: The Story of Jukie Jefferson's First White Woman.
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January 8, 1969: Jukie, Scene 1 To Come
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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 8 "Black Boy at the U"
Jukie laughed. "Monastery? Yeah, I guess Bill ain't no monk!"
Soundtrack: Let the Good Times Roll---Shirley and Lee
Donna turned serious. "That's not what I meant. You know, I think a lot of people have the wrong idea about Bill. He's got this reputation about makin' it with co-eds, but… I don't think he does. I mean, he's never come on to me and somehow I doubt he'd have let me live at his place these past few weeks if he was gonna’ be having sex with students there. In fact, the reason I’ve got to clear out when classes start is so people won’t get the wrong idea about us---Bill and me."
Jukie was surprised by Donna's take on Bill. He'd just accepted the common view of him as making it with his young female students. Like weren't they hanging all over him tonight? As for Donna's logic, maybe Bill just hadn't propositioned her yet… maybe having her live there was a way of getting her into the sack later on… maybe even joining Bill in threesomes with some of them blonde nymphos at the party. Yeah, that was probably more like it. Fact… that sounded boss to Jukie. Maybe, he and Bill could make it with Donna and some of them blondies in an orgy sometime… shit, yeah. Donna was just bein' naïve.
"Well, what did you mean by saying monastery, then?" he asked.
"I was thinking more about how removed from the real world this place and all the professors seem to be. I mean, being here at the U, you'd never know there was a war going on where their former students are killing people and being killed or that inner-cities are burning or that young people all over the world are protesting."
"Or getting high and having sex with whoever they want," Jukie added, inspired by his present circumstances and thoughts of orgies with Bill and his chicks, maybe even including Donna, herself. He felt himself getting hard, as he slid his hand up the inside of Donna's thigh.
"Mmm…yeah," she sighed, shifting her bottom forward, so Jukie could reach further up.
"Mmm… yeah, right there, like that… mmm." Jukie's hand had reached her crotch, but driving one-handed and reaching under her skirt wasn't easy. His wrist kind of cramped up and he had to pull his hand out after just a few moments.
"Guess this car's too small for much of that," he explained a little embarrassed.
"Oh, I don't know," Donna said, smiling, as she reached over, unzipped his fly, and pulled his thickening cock through the slit in his Jockies.
Oh man, Jukie thought. This chick’s gonna' cause me to have an accident. But before he could say anything, Donna had slipped her head in between the gear shift and the steering wheel so she could lick his dick.
"Mmmm," she murmured, as she took him into her mouth, sweeping her tongue around in a series of circles that about drove him crazy. Jukie's dick thrust forward almost on its own, causing her head to bump up against the steering wheel.
Donna lifted her head for a moment. "You drive. Let me do the work, O.K.?"
"O.K., baby. Anything you say," he responded, feeling his cock jump, as she took it into her mouth once again.
By now, they were approaching the City limits. "Hey, baby. What exit we gonna take? Jes’ so’s if you're still busy, I kin’ take it."
Donna pulled his throbbing dick out of her mouth, temporarily. "Exit 4," she said, and recommenced to sucking.
Jukie drove on. It was the damndest sensation. There were almost no cars on the road. The sky was clear. No moon. Lots of stars. And his pecker was being licked and sucked by this white chick.
The radio was playin' R&B tunes from his youth. He was in heaven. Jukie, man, you have arrived. But where? Where you goin', boy? Who is this chick suckin' your peter first time you meet her? What's her story? How come she dropped out of school for almost a year? And what about you? You forget why you're here at the U?
Truth was he wasn't sure why he was there at all… beyond Patsy's insistence and his Moms being proud. Yeah, he was passing his courses, though barely, and he had money in his pockets and a good work-study job, but that only meant he wasn't at the bottom of the barrel like most of the cats he grew up with. He still wasn't really nowhere good. Not like Patsy.
No, Jukie didn't feel he was accomplishing much that actually mattered to him. Fact was, he didn't really know what mattered to him. He knew pretty clearly what he didn't want to be---a bum, a janitor, a garbage man, a drug pusher---yeah, but what did he want to be? What did he want out of life? A good job? Sure. Money? Maybe. Some, sure. But why? For what? Women? Yeah, sure, but a woman? He wasn't so sure about that. Take this Donna who was sucking his dick, for example. That was fine! But more than that? Not sure, not sure a-tall. He thought he valued his freedom too much for that.
So, driving along the highway getting this incredible blowjob from this white chick, Jukie felt like it was kind of like a milestone in his life rather than anything he was really experiencing. Like watching a movie about his life. There, up on the screen: The Story of Jukie Jefferson's First White Woman.
Links
Shirley and Lee
Go to the next scene in Jukie's story
January 8, 1969: Jukie, Scene 1 To Come
Go to the previous scene in Jukie's story
New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 8 "Black Boy at the U"
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