New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 1 "1969 Began With a Kiss"

1969 began with a kiss.

For Jukie Jefferson, it was a forbidden kiss, one that both thrilled and scared him bad. His first white woman. Twenty-five years old, a Viet Nam vet and this was the first white girl he'd ever kissed. White meat, forbidden fruit… and he could tell, there'd soon be more than a kiss. He was gonna’ ball this chick 'til the sun came up.

Soundtrack: Come See About Me----The Supremes

Jukie had caught the eye of this juicy white momma when he first got to the honky New Years Eve party his homegirl, Patsy Richardson had dragged him to. He could tell right off that the chick dug him. She couldn't keep her eyes off him, as he checked her out; the way her body swayed back and forth to the music told him he was gonna’ make it with her tonight!

So, naturally, a little before midnight he made sure he was standing by her. They were in the TV room, off the big room where the party was mostly going on, with a couple other people he didn't hardly know. When the clock struck twelve, he just turned toward the chick and there she was, looking up into his face, her ivory skin and clear blue eyes reflecting the light from the hippie candles scattered round the room.

Jukie couldn't remember ever wanting anything so bad as he wanted that white girl's mouth on his. And, he couldn't remember ever knowing so clearly that he was gonna’ get something he wanted. Oh yeah, baby: come see about me!

Man, sometimes he thought he was one sick cat! But don't pay no never mind, he told himself. Just go for it. He reached out his long, strong arms and pulled her towards him. Despite her weight, she glided willingly into his body, her face tilting up to meet his. Their mouths met in an explosion of mutual passion. Lips. Tongues. Gums. Teeth. All mixed up. Jukie felt a deep hunger sweep through his body. He wanted to devour this chick… starting with her luscious mouth… travelling on down to the huge tits he could feel pressing hungrily against his stomach… then down to her cunt, which he just knew must be dripping with sex.

Jukie let his hands slide down from the chick's waist to her ass. Man! This momma was built! As he squeezed her big bottom harder, he heard and felt her sigh deeply. Then she did it! She shoved her crotch right up against his cock, which was bulging against the insides of his now too-tight pants. Don't come just yet, boy, he told himself. Save it for later. But that was going to be easier said than done. The chick was grinding away at his bone, while her tongue was doing tricks in his mouth that he could tell were really meant for the big boy impatiently waiting on her down below.

Now, she raised her arms and grabbed the sides of his head, pulling his face down onto her big, soft titties. Oh shit! This had to stop or he was gonna’ shoot right there with all these white folks standing around kissing, laughing, and drinking! Fighting against his rising passion, Jukie lifted his head off the chick’s boobs, let go of her ass and, grabbing ahold of her forearms, he pushed her back a ways.

"Whoah, Momma. Let's not do it all right now!"

She looked up at him and, catching her breath, laughed throatily. "Whatever you say, baby."

Jukie laughed, too. Baby? So, he was her baby already. Hey, he could dig it.

"Say," he joked, deepening his voice to sound like Isaac Hayes. "Now that we met, what's your name, uhh,…baay-bee?"

"Donna. Donna Bouleware," she drawled, her red lips forming a broad smile on a round white face, surrounded by long thin strawberry-blonde hair.

Now Jukie picked up on her accent and he was stunned. A fuckin’ southern girl. A cracker. And he'd kissed her. And he was gonna’ do much more… much, much more. The times they sure was a changin'. This Donna was one fine chick: built, big ass, big hips, big tits, nice face and she'd fallen for him com-plete-ly. I mean, she was gone!

Then, just when he figured he was about to score, he saw the smile fade from her face and her body stiffen. What the hell? He started to ask her what was wrong, when he noticed that her eyes were staring past him at something or someone that seemed to be scaring her. He followed her gaze to this tall crazed-looking white dude across the room, who was staring back at the two of them, together. What was this cat’s problem? Ain’t he never seen a nigger with no white girl before?

Links
cracker
tits (titties, knockers)
The Supremes
Isaac Hayes

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 2 "One Slick Cat"

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jake, Scene 6 "Visions of Viet Nam in the Living Room"