Table of Contents--- Part 1, New Years Eve: Jukie

Scene 1: 1969 Began with a Kiss
Scene 2: One Slick Cat
Scene 3: Forbidden Fruit
Scene 4: With Bigger Thomas Living in His Skull
Scene 5: The Start of a Very Inerestin' Semester
Scene 6: Splittin' the Scene
Scene 7: Growin' Up Black in White America
Scene 8: Black Boy at the U
Scene 9: Jukie Jefferson's First White Woman

Soundtrack
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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?

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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"

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

Jukie did a double take. The big white dude was actually walking over towards them. What the hell? He stepped away from Donna so he could be ready in case this wild-eyed cat was looking for some serious trouble. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Donna had kind of drifted off in the direction of the living room. Smart move, he thought. I’ll hook up with her later after I deal with this nut case.

Soundtrack: I Want to Take You Higher----Sly and the Family Stone

Wait! There was something familiar about the cat. “Hey man. I know you from somewheres?” Jukie asked, as the guy approached him.

As soon as the dude started talking, Jukie recognized the voice, or really, the way he talked, like he was a nigger or something. Yeah, he remembered him now: Jake — used to be some kind of football star at the U ‘til he got into the hard stuff. They had met once before...last summer when Jukie was still doing smack. He recalled now. This cat was one serious junkie. Jukie, himself, wasn't really into H no more. No, he was a reefer man, now.

And right here was one reason why. Bang! They was talking some shit about Nam when all of a sudden the cat collapses, just falls flat out onto the floor.

After helping Jake’s skinny little girlfriend get him onto a couch in this here TV room, Jukie was looking for some way to get back with Donna. So he talked Jake into blowing some shit with them. It hadn't been easy. The cat was freaked about all the wacky weed on campus, but he'd agreed to try it when Jukie promised him it was "good ole pot and nothin' else."

"O.K., man," Jukie explained, "I'm gonna’ go in the otha’ room and find somma' them fine wimmins' to come blow this shit with us. O.K.? Whyn’t you and your girlfren’ wait on us here?"

Jukie realized he was laying the jive talk on pretty thick with Jake, most likely on account of Jake being a kinda' hep cat himself, so it was sorta like being with his bros. Of course, like Patsy had told him earlier this evening, Jukie could talk 'proper' English when he wanted to and he generally did around white folks, even though it took an effort. But not tonight. Here at this honky party, he was feeling and talking like a "bad ass nigger," almost as if to say: "Don't mess wit' me, white boys!"

Jukie mosied out to the main room where they was all dancing to Sly doing his thang.

Higher! I wanna take you higher!

"Oh yeah, I’m gonna’ take them higher," Jukie said to himself. "An’ then I’m gonna’ ball that chick, Donna, every which way." His eyes scanned the room looking for her. There she was, talking with this hippie chick.

He walked up to them casually, caught Donna's eye and asked in his smoothest voice, "Wanna’ do a joint or two with us?"

"Mmmm," the hippie chick replied, grinning hungrily.

Donna, she just nodded silently and they both followed him to the small back room, where Jake and his girlfriend was waiting on them.

Once the door closed, Jukie reached into his breast pocket and pulled out his gold cigarette case. He opened it ever so smoothly. The girls' eyes all turned to him, digging the sight of the dozen per-fect-ly rolled, cigarette-sized joints lying in the case, like they was tiny bars of some rare metal. Jukie smiled at this response to his style. "Slick," he thought. "I am slick and these chicks know it. But they ain't seen nothin' yet. Catch me now!"

In one long smooth motion, Jukie lit up...took a huge toke...looked into Donna's hungry eyes... reached out his arm...and held the joint to her expectant lips. It was a boss move and Jukie could see that it was working its magic on Donna. She closed her eyes, circled the joint with her fine red lips like it was a dick, and sucked for all she was worth. When she was done, she grabbed his hand and pulled both it and the joint away from her mouth. She gazed deep into his eyes and let the smoke seep out slowly past her partially opened lips. The chick was gone. Jukie could see it. She was ready to make it with him, right there, right now! Oh yeah!

Jukie looked up. All eyes were on him, especially Jake’s girlfriend, her thin jewish face carefully studying Jukie's every move. Man, he could have her tonight, too, if he wanted to. But, best play one at a time, he thought, and deliberately by-passed her, handing the joint casually to Jake. No sense pissing Donna off by coming on to this other chick too. Let Jake satisy his own girlfriend. But, no, Jukie realized that wasn't gonna' happen. The cat was too out of it to notice his girl’s hungry eyes. He was stoned out of his mind after taking just one little hit.

"Tole you this was no white boy's shit, man, " Jukie exclaimed, looking right at Jake.

"You right, brother," Jake replied. "You fuckin' right!"

Higher! Baby, baby, baby, gonna take you higher!

The music from the other room suddenly got very loud. Oh shit, someone coming in! Jukie's mind instantly filled with fears of being busted...or worse. Here he was, a black man, turning on these white college kids! He jerked his head around to see who had entered the room...turned out it was just some little faggot friend of the hippie chick.

By now, the first J was done, so with his free hand, Jukie slipped a second one out of his case and inserted it, slowly into Donna's eagerly waiting mouth. Then he flicked on his gold lighter, which he’d made appear in the same hand as the joint — a cute little sleight-of-hand he'd learned in the army. Donna took a long drag, a look of pure pleasure covering her smooth pale face. Jukie watched her with satisfaction. He knew he was going to score with this chick tonight. He pulled the joint from Donna's mouth like it was his throbbing cock, a move that, in fact, made him harden instantly. Continuing the motion, he passed the joint to Jake’s girl, his eyes still on Donna's face. He proceeded to cover Donna's mouth with his, sucking the smoke out of her lungs and into his own.

Jukie could see that this second act of his performance hadn't been lost on the others in the room neither. He looked round. Everyone was turned on sexually, even Jake whose girl was staring hungrily at the bulge now growing in his pants. And the hippie chick's eyes were twinkling, as if she was ready and willing to go down on any and all of them right now, men and women alike.

Time to cut out, Jukie thought. Time to find a bed and make it with this woman, now. He put his arm round Donna's waist and guided her through the doorway.

Higher! Higher! Higher!

"Where to?" he bent to ask her over the noise of the music and the shouts of the honky kids doing some wacky dance to his man Sly.

She looked up at him, smiled, took his hand, and said, "Upstairs. Front bedroom. Follow me."

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smack, H, hard stuff (heroin)
wacky weed, reefer, pot, weed, shit (marijuana)
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toke
Sly and the Family Stone

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 3 "Forbidden Fruit"

Donna led Jukie into and through the main room of the party. He could feel the eyes of some of these white boys on him, as he and Donna walked boldly toward the stairs. Bet they thinking what's this black cat got that we ain't? Bet they pissed that I'm gonna’ plank one of their gals. Well, fuck 'em! I am!
As they started to climb the stairs, Jukie's thoughts took an altogether different turn. Say, how come she knows the way here so well? Could she be one of Bill's honeys. She didn't seem Bill's type, though. He liked them real blond — not this strawberry-type blond — and with model-like bodies and… real young! This Donna, she wasn't none of those things. Jukie figured her to be in her mid-twenties just like him. Must be a grad student or something, maybe even one of them horny junior faculty mommas he heard about from some of the brothers down the City. Utsie had told him stories about some w-i-i-i-ld parties at his pad with some of them young assistant profs, who dug “big black bucks” and who were experienced enough to be into all kinds of sex and young enough to still look good doing it. But seems like he would of heard her name before if that was it.

Once in the room, Donna carefully pushed the door closed with her foot, wheeled around all of a sudden-like, kicked off her shoes, and dropped onto her back on the large bed that almost filled the room. Jukie barely had time to catch his breath from that routine when Donna's next move completely blew him away. She spread her legs wide, her skirt sliding up her outer thighs, showing a generous mass of perfectly white inner-thigh leading up to her totally naked crotch — a crotch like none he'd ever seen before! At first, he thought it was shaved, so clearly could he make out the white skin of her pubic area and outer lips. But, on looking closer, he realized that her skin was covered by hair — nearly transparent, fine, reddish-blond hair. Oh, baby! What had he been missing all these years? No more curly black bushes for him! This was what he wanted — white pussy he could see through a haze of lightly-colored pubic hair.

"C'mon man, do me!" he heard a throaty voice plead. It was Donna, lying before him, rocking her hips slowly from side to side. Her hands were now at her cunt, parting the lips, showing him the inner labia and her throbbing clit, just waiting for the touch of his tongue.

"All right, baby! Here I come!" Jukie exclaimed, tossing his jacket off to the side and falling softly to his knees in front of her. For a moment he just stared at this vision of white and pink flesh. He hardly knew where to begin, but Donna let him know real quick.

"Here!" she gasped, fingering herself roughly. "Here!"

So he did. The instant the tip of his tongue touched her clit, she went wild. Her body arched up, pushing her crotch up powerfully against his mouth, and she cried out, "Ohhhhh!"

Whoa! This was gonna’ be something else! Jukie’s bone felt as hard and thick as it could get and Donna was going nuts from just his first lick! "Gotta’ slow it down," he thought. But, it didn't seem to be anything he could control.

Now, Donna was thrusting her pelvis rhythmically against his face and panting, "Do me, Jukie! Do me! Do all of me!"

So Jukie did. He started by sucking on her swollen thing. This seemed to put her into an even higher gear, if that was possible. He slipped his hands under her butt, inserting his left thumb into her dripping cunt, as the forefinger of his right hand began to probe for the location of her bung-hole.

"Yes! Yes! Do all of me!" Donna cried out, as his tongue and fingers did their job. Shit, Jukie thought, they all gonna’ hear this downstairs! Well, so what? Yeah, so the fuck what?

Donna sucked in her breath sharply. Jukie had found her asshole — a little tight, but wouldn't be for long! He pulled one hand out quickly from under her and, temporarily removing his mouth from her twat, inserted his middle finger in his mouth, until it was dripping with saliva. Then he returned to licking and sucking Donna's stiff little clit and her juicy inner lips. Mmmm! He loved the smell and taste of pussy. Donna's seemed especially flavorful to him at this moment. Meanwhile, his spit-lubricated right middle finger was prepared to do its thang.

Jukie rolled Donna slightly to the side, so he could reach around behind her without losing the wetness on his finger. Once again, he probed with his index finger, while holding his wet middle finger ready. Found it! O.K., here goes, Momma! As he hit her sphincter, it tightened, as he figured it would. But, now he forced his way past that powerful little muscle, moving his finger slightly from side to side, causing it to penetrate her anus slowly… but surely.

"Oh!" Donna gasped.

Was he hurting her? Maybe, but she seemed to want it even so. "Yes!" she cried, gritting her teeth. "Further! Further!"

Jukie obeyed, penetrating as far as he could reach. With her anus closed tight around his finger, he alternated pressing forward and releasing his press. From the sounds she was making, Donna seemed to like this. Jukie lifted his head from her crotch to see the expression on her face; it was a mix of pleasure and pain.

With his middle finger still stuck as far up her ass as it would go, Jukie inserted the thumb of his same hand into her vagina. Running it along the common wall between anus and vagina, he could clearly feel his middle finger on the other side of the wall. Whoa! Ain’t never felt nothing like that before!

Donna just seemed to be enjoying the whole thing, saying over and over again shit like: "Ohh, yes! Mmmmm, yes."

Jukie kept up this double-hole massage for quite some time, during which Donna moaned softly. Meanwhile, though, he was feeling more and more uncomfortable with his clothes on. His dick wanted out! It was thick, hard, and throbbing in his confining jeans and jockey shorts. He hated to break the spell, but he was finding it less and less pleasurable.

"Hey baby," he said removing his mouth from Donna's dripping twat. "How 'bout I join you?"

"Hmmm?" Donna asked from what seemed like somewheres far away.

Jukie didn't bother answering. Instead, he began carefully to pull his fingers out. His thumb slipped easily from Donna's cunt. Then, rocking his middle finger back and forth, he eased it out of the anus that was grasping it so tightly.

"Ahhhh!" Donna sighed, as his finger slid out and her sphincter closed-up again. Now Jukie stood up, looking down at the partially clad figure lying spread-eagle before him on the bed. Oh, man, he thought, ain't this sumpthin’?

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 4 "With Bigger Thomas Living in his Skull"

The sexy sound of Ray Charles drifted up the stairs and into the room where Donna's eyes were now closed, a smile of satisfaction playing across her face. Her skirt was still pushed up so he could see her outer lips quivering and her slightly raw a-hole, which now seemed to wink at him. Time for Jukie to strip. He pulled off his sneaks and socks easily, but when he got to his belt, he hit a snag. He was so anxious to get his pants off that he couldn't seem to get the hook out of its hole. Then, he felt a hand on his.

Soundtrack: What’d I Say Parts I & II----Ray Charles

"Here, let me do it." It was Donna, standing before him who, with one strong pull, yanked the belt free. But she didn’t stop there. Now she was opening his fly.

"Oh, man," she gasped, as his pecker burst out of its imprisoning jeans, still covered by his jockies though. "You sure got a hard on!"

"Now, let's see Mr. Johnson, himself," she added, as she pulled down Jukie's pants and underwear with one strong jerk.

"Just like I thought!" she exclaimed. "You got one of them powerful thick black dicks! I love 'em like that!"

Jukie was flabbergasted. He'd never heard a woman talk like this, certainly not a white woman. Truth was, he was embarrassed by her description of his cock. He'd always been self-conscious about it. In locker rooms, especially in the army, he'd been surprised to see that when not erect, his dick was much bigger than most, especially white ones. But, then at one of them Vietnamese whorehouse orgies, he'd made another surprising discovery. He saw that some of his buddies’ small white peckers grew much longer when they got hard-ons… much, much longer in some cases. Meanwhile, his dick mostly just hardened and thickened when he was aroused; it didn't grow much in length. That had always bothered him some. And, now, Donna was making note of this fact. Of course, she was saying how she liked it like that… but, did she really?

"Mmmmm!" he heard and, at the same time, felt Donna. She had taken his cock into her mouth and was now licking and sucking it for all she was worth. From the sounds she was making, it seemed like she really did like his thick dick. Anyways, he sure liked the way she sucked it!

As Donna worked on him, he felt his excitement growing and he began to shove his prick deeper into her mouth.

"Whoah! Slow down, buddy" Donna exclaimed, as she backed her mouth away from his thrusting cock. "Let's not get there too soon!"

She was right, Jukie realized. Besides, he was feeling kind of goofy, standing there with his jeans and underpants round his ankles. "Yeah, you right, baby. Lemme' jes' git these clothes off. An', whyn't you do the same?"

Completely naked now, he looked over at Donna. She was standing there, her partially unbuttoned blouse revealing the tops of her big boobies and her skirt back down over her thighs, covering the nakedness he knew lay beneath it. While he was taking her in, she was returning the favor and was clearly impressed by what she was seeing. Yeah! He knew he was a fine specimen. Besides his bulging cock, which he now figured she genuinely dug, his body was sinewy and muscular, no real fat on it… but not skinny neither.

"Mmmm," Donna murmured, licking her lips with pleasure. "Great body, man. Great body! Come to Mama!"

Again, Jukie found himself feeling embarrassed. "Well… O.K. then, whyn't you join me an' take off them clothes?"

Donna shook her head. "No," she said, taunting, "If you want 'em off, you got to take 'em off me. Tear 'em off." She looked deadly serious as she said this.

Jukie smiled. She liked rough stuff, he guessed, but he'd never come across this before and didn't really know what to do. "O.K.," he said, "C'mere then." He motioned for her to come closer to him.

She stood her ground. "No," she said, defiantly. "You want me? Come an' get me."

As she said this, she backed off from him. Jukie knew it was all a game, but Donna wasn't smiling or nothing. In fact, the look on her face was more like fear. He was confused. How should he play it? Did she really want him to be rough with her? If so, then why the scared look on her face, which, truth-be-told, scared him? What if this was some kind of weird set up and she'd start yelling rape and shit and then the white people from downstairs would come running up and she'd accuse him of trying to rape her and… oh shit!

Disturbing images of lynchings leaped into his head: pictures of “colored boys” down South hanging from trees, being tarred and feathered, dragged behind horses till they died, raw and bleeding. Jukie didn't like this scene; it freaked him out.

"What's the matter, baby?" It was Donna, now standing in front of him, her hand stroking his cheek. "You O.K.? I didn't mean to upset you. I jes' thought it'd be fun if you kinda' tore my clothes off, but hey, if you don't wanna', that's O.K. I'll take 'em off myself."

At that, she reached behind her back a bit awkwardly to unzip her dress. But, something about the softness of her words, her gentle touch on his cheek, and the helplessness of her posture as she groped for her zipper, turned Jukie back on — in fact it made him feel like tearing off her clothes.

As Donna began to pull down the zipper behind her, Jukie reached out with both his strong hands and grabbed the front of her dress, yanking it down hard. He heard it tear slightly, as he stared at her large white tits, spilling out over a lacy black bra, obviously too small to hold them. He was totally turned on… or was it enraged? This honky chick had been playing with him! Well, fuck her! He'd show her what rough sex was!

He grabbed the front of her bra and with terrific force pulled it down, causing her huge breasts to flop out completely. And then with a second powerful motion, he shoved her roughly toward the bed. She seemed unprepared for this push and lost her balance, falling awkwardly backwards.

"No, don't!" she cried out.

But, it was too late for that! Whether she meant it or was still playing, Jukie wasn't playing. He was pissed, for real… more than he'd ever been at any woman. He jumped hard on top of her, stuck one big hand over her mouth so she couldn't scream, and with his free hand tore her dress and bra completely off her. Then he flipped her over, so she was lying on her stomach. She tried to struggle, but Jukie was far stronger than her. Now he pushed her face into a pillow, again muffling the noises she was trying to make, and with one arm round her waist, he lifted her rear end just enough to give him the angle he wanted. With the other hand, he spread her cheeks, spotted the entry he was looking for, and plunged his hardened pecker into her anus.

This time, he didn't go in gently, but tearingly. This time, he knew it hurt; he could feel her shudder. This time, he thrust forward and pulled back angrily, his thickened cock widening her hole far more than his finger had done. He grabbed her breasts from behind, took hold of both nipples and twisted them like he was squeezing a lemon as hard as he could. But, in doing so Jukie had released his hold on her head, which allowed her to turn just enough to free her mouth from the pillow and let out a terrifying scream.

And then Jukie came and came and came. He filled her little butt-hole with all the cum he'd been saving up all night, maybe all his life!


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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 5 "The Start of a Very Inerestin' Semester"

"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.

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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"Ready, momma?" Jukie said, as he opened the bedroom door and they were greeted by another sexy tune drifting up the stairs---this time it was Marvin Gaye. Them white kids was definitely on their way to doing some balling of their own tonight! Somehow, that thought relaxed Jukie a little about them seeing him come down the stairs with this white girl.

Soundtrack: "I Heard it Through the Grapevine---Marvin Gaye"

As Donna passed in front of him through the door, Jukie caught a whiff of the strong perfume she had applied as part of her endless preparation to leave. Man, but she smelled good! Baby, let's git where we going fast. I wanna get outtahere and pick up where we left off! He followed Donna as she headed down the back stairs. Jukie smiled: Good thinking!

They emerged in the kitchen where Jukie immediately spotted that cat, Jake, just standing there, staring at the door into the main room. "Shit! Don't want to talk to this dude, now,” he muttered to himself.

He motioned to Donna to move on quickly so Jake didn't spot them. She shrugged and headed toward the rear door. Jukie followed swiftly, passing quietly through the door into the cool night air. Jake hadn't even noticed them. Not too surprising, given how stoned out he was earlier in the evening.

Now, it was Jukie’s turn to take the lead, so he grabbed a hold of Donna's free hand and led her round the side of the house out toward the street. He could just barely make out the music leaking through the partly open windows, some corny honky music. Definitely, time for him to be moving on. He didn't belong at this whitey party, no how.

Then, just as they rounded the corner of the house, the front door opened and loud music poured out. Jukie stopped short, jerking Donna back into the shadows of the house. He put a finger to his lips, cautioning her to keep quiet, then pointed to the two figures he saw leaving the house and walking toward the street. Well, I'll be damned, he thought. It's good ole Patsy Richardson and… I do believe it's that spic, Luis! Wonder what they're doing together, him being married and she being… like practically a virgin…except for those couple times in high school when the two of us got it on! Wow! I gotta’ check this out with Patsy later!

But, for now, he waited, as the two silhouettes disappeared down the street.

"Coast is clear," he whispered to Donna, tugging at her impatiently to follow him to his car. He walked fast. He just didn't want to run into nobody right now, not with Donna in tow, carrying a big overnight bag. It looked too suspicious.

When they reached his little red VW bug, he unlocked and opened the passenger door for Donna, then took her suitcase and carried it round to his side. She reached across and unlocked the door for him from the inside, her breasts inviting him in as she did so. He tossed her bag in the back and turned the ignition key. A little hard starting because of the weather, but soon they were on their way.

Donna hadn't said a word since they left her room. Jukie wondered what she was thinking. "Hey, baby, what’s on your mind?" he asked.

Donna laughed. "Oh, nothing really. I was just amused by your stealthy exit. Were you really afraid of those morons at the party?"

That pissed Jukie off. "Hell no! I ain't afraid of nuthin'. Jes' don’ trust or like none of 'em!" That would set her straight!

"O.K., O.K." she assured him. "I was just askin.' Seemed like earlier you were worried they were gonna’ get the wrong idea about us; that's all. Hey, man. Relax. I was jes' askin.'"

As she was saying this, Jukie noticed something he'd noticed around some other white people he'd known, like that dude, Jake. After a while, they start in jive talking. That's what this gal, Donna, was doing right now. He couldn't figure it. It wasn't like they were mocking him. More like they were playing up to him.

"That's O.K," he told her. "I'm jes' a little edgy tonight. That's all. It’s been kind of a crazy time for me these las’ few months. I'm not used to bein' around so many honkies."

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 7 "Growin' Up Black in White America"

"Say, Jukie, where you from?" Donna asked, as they sped down the streets leading to the highway.

Well, Jukie thought. Might as well tell her a little bit about myself. This is as good a time as any. First, let's get us some tunes, though. He switched on the car radio. He was tuned to the black R&B station from the City, so he knew the sounds would be fine.

Soundtrack: Change Is Gonna Come---Sam Cooke  

 "Lessee," he began. "Where do I start? Well, I was born down south, North Carolina, but my Moms, me an' her, we moved to the City when I was two, I think. So I really grew up hereabouts. Went to school in the City 'til… well 'til I quit high school and went into the army."

"Why'd you quit school?" Donna asked.

That hit a raw spot. Really, Jukie had flunked out, so Donna's question immediately put him on the defensive.

"All kindsa’ reasons! First off, these honky teachers had no understanding of me or any other ‘Negroes’, like they called us back then. Books they used was racist. American history textbook? It started right off talking about how Columbus ‘discovered’ America. Well, what about the Indians who was already here? Oh yeah, the way the book told it they was ‘savages’ that slaughtered and scalped settlers. And on it went like that."

Of course, at the time Jukie hadn't known any better; it wasn't until he'd taken more liberal American and Black history courses in the army that he'd started to learn the truth about the savagery of the white man in settling America and in building its economy on the backs of African slaves like his forefathers. But now he was on a roll and he decided to impress Donna with all he'd learned about American history since high school.

"Yeah, back then in high school, all the heroes in the textbooks was white. No mention of Crispus Attucks, Harriet Tubman or Sojourner Truth. I didn't learn about them 'til I was in the army taking a Black History course. According to my teachers in high school, Nat Turner wasn't nothin' but a crazy nigger; meanwhile, John Brown, a white dude, he was a martyr. Seemed like there was no black people who did nothin' important in history. Abe Lincoln, he freed the slaves, but then, wouldn't you know it? Them ignorant ex-slaves and the corrupt Carpetbaggers screwed it all up during Reconstruction, excetra, excetra, excetra."

Donna seemed impressed with his explanation, so he went on. "English class was the same way; every book we read was written by some white man about white men. No Frederick Douglas, no W.E.B. DuBois or Langston Hughes or Richard Wright or James Baldwin. And in science class all the scientists we studied was white. Never no mention of George Washington Carver or Benjamin Banneker or Dr. Daniel Hale Williams. And the way the teachers treated us? Making us take off our caps all the time, like we was still slaves or something! Giving us Fs on papers cause we was using language they didn't approve of or understand."

Jukie paused to take a breath. Donna remained silent, listening.

Jukie took that as encouragement to continue, which he did, "Not that my life has been all that tough, not compared to lotsa’ niggas. No, compared to most of my family and the guys I came up with, my life has gone pretty smooth. But back then, though, it seemed like I wasn't going nowheres in high school. So, after being kept back twice, I just quit and joined the army."

"What was that like?" Donna asked. She seemed to be truly interested.

"Well, it was O.K. Spent my first year in training and taking a bunch of courses, most of them pretty inerestin', so I did real well in them. That got me my high school diploma and a promotion to Corporal. Trouble was...it also got me sent to Nam."

"Really?" Donna gasped. "That must have been awful!"

Jukie was tempted to lie, to exaggerate his experiences in Vietnam, but, for some reason, he decided to level with Donna. "No, not really. I totally lucked out, got assigned to a construction unit, ran a bulldozer, building roads and airstrips in the jungle. Hard work, but mostly safe. Once or twice, maybe, I heard gun and mortar fire nearby, but I never so much as saw a gook the whole year I was there, except on leave in the cities and they was mostly whores and kid hustlers."

"I'm glad," Donna said sympathetically. "I know quite a few guys who weren't so lucky. The war totally fucked them up!"

Jukie felt a little ashamed of his good luck. He knew he'd been spared the horrors that so many fellow soldiers experienced, both brothers and honkies. "Yeah, I know some totally fucked up cats who served in Nam. I was damn lucky. I got home from there in one piece, physically and mentally. And with my honorable discharge and vet status, I shot to the top of the list for one of them Great Society jobs programs in the City. And with my bulldozing experience I qualified for a real good paying construction job, knocking down tenements in the inner-city so's they could put up this big fuckin' shopping mall and parking garage downtown."

Donna's eyes flashed a look of disapproval, "The Midtown Mall? But…"

"Yeah, I think I know what you're gonna’ say," Jukie interrupted. "It's fucked up awright! The fuckin’ mayor of the City was this Kennedy-type liberal, except that his whitey heart was made of concrete and steel."

Jukie liked the way he'd put that: a liberal whose heart was made of concrete and steel! Damn, that was almost like a poetic figure of speech! This Donna seemed to be inspiring him.

"Anyways," Jukie continued, now combining his own life experiences with what he'd learned in a course on Urban Sociology, "The Mayor, he figured the best way to deal with ‘urban unrest’--- that's liberal code for ‘niggers rioting’--- was to tear down the ghetto, move the poor folks outtathere into so-called ‘mixed neighborhoods’ and then lure the white suburbanites back into the city they'd recently fled… at least to shop at the Mall. Well, the old intact ‘colored’ neighborhoods were demolished awright, but the white folks didn't flock to the mall; instead it became what you see now--- a hangout for angry, young, jobless black kids, predatory drug dealers, winos, and hookers. And, as for the ‘mixed neighborhoods,’ wasn't long before they became all black, overcrowded, and really dangerous."

"That's for sure!" Donna agreed.

"Yeah… like my Mom's house, which represented her life savings from doing housework for rich white folks… it was once in the middle of a racially mixed block---clean and safe. That's where Patsy Richardson--- you know, the Law School Queen--- that's where Patsy and I grew up together. Now, it's in the middle of a block of buildings that were mostly burned out during the riots or just abandoned by white slumlords when their skyrocketing back property taxes were more than the property was worth."

"Does your Mom still live there?" Donna asked, a note of concern in her voice.

"Nah! I convinced her to sell when the old neighborhood got so dangerous I was afraid for her safety. ‘Course, she lost a bundle when she sold. The house was practically worthless ‘cause of the neighborhood and the taxes. So, now she lives in an apartment here in U-Town, which is where I been staying since I started the U last summer. I help with the rent and she does my laundry. Pretty slick deal all around."

"That must be nice for both of you. I mean, I wish I was that close with my parents. They pretty much disowned me after… after last year. But, I wasn't getting on with them too well even before that."

"Why was that?" Jukie asked. He was trying to figure this chick and having no luck whatsoever.

"Well, it's a long story, but the short version is simple: they didn't like me going out with 'niggers.'"

The word stopped Jukie cold. Hearing it in a white person's mouth always got him mad, even now, although he realized that Donna had used it as if her parents were saying it. Funny thing, the word ‘nigger.’ It was O.K., as far as he was concerned, for black people to use it --- he and his bros did it all the time, only they pronounced it "nigga"---but when a white person said it--- well, it was a fighting word. He wasn't gonna’ fight Donna about it, of course, but…

"Hey, baby… do me a favor. I know you didn't mean nuthin' by it, but please don't use that word with me. O.K.?"

Donna seemed surprised, "O.K., Jukie. Whatever you say. Just that the brothers and sisters I hang with use it all the time, so it jes' sorta's become part of my vocabulary, you know?"

Jukie considered this statement and found it filled with meaning. First off, he was beginning to get a handle on this chick. She was a nigga lov… he stopped himself. She dug Afro-American men. Probably some kinda’ rebellion against her southern parents. Second, maybe he and his buddies should think about their own use of the word. Like, if it hurts when your white friend or white girlfriend uses it, then maybe it ain't right to use it yourself even if you're black. He had to think about that one some more, maybe talk it over it with Utsie. He was a pretty deep cat.

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The lies surrounding Columbus' "discovery" of America
Crispus Attucks
Harriet Tubman
Sojourner Truth
Nat Turner
John Brown
Carpetbaggers
Frederick Douglas
W.E.B. DuBois
Langston Hughes
Richard Wright
James Baldwin
George Washington Carver
Benjamin Banneker
Dr. Daniel Hale Williams
effects of urban renewal on black communities
use of the word nigger or nigga
Sam Cooke

Sources
Lies My Teacher Told Me: Everything Your American History Textbook Got Wrong by James Loewen
A People's History of the United States by Howard Zinn

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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 8 "Black Boy at the U"

They were on the highway now, headed out of U-Town toward the City about a half-hour away. Outside it was dark and it looked cold to Jukie. He was glad to be inside his little bug with its engine-heated air warming him... and this luscious white chick eating up just about everything he was saying.

"Say, Jukie, how did you happen to come to the U? You don't seem the type. I mean mosta’ the Afro-American dudes here are jocks. You don't strike me as one. " Donna asked.

"True, true," Jukie replied. "Not that I don't enjoy a little B-ball on the playground now and then, but I ain't what you'd call no Bill Russell."

"Well, then, what brought you to the U?" Donna asked.

"Well, lessee. It was really my home girl, Patsy Richardson who's responsible. That was her outside just now, leaving the party when we were. You know her, don't you?" Jukie was sure everyone on campus knew Patsy; she was the most prominent Afro-American the campus had ever known… including athletes!

"Well, sure. I mean I know who she is. I saw you arrive with her at the party tonight. And, because she's tight with Bill, I've seen her around the Sosh department quite a bit. Besides, everyone knows who she is. But, I don't know her personally. I'd like to, I guess, but she seems kinda’ stuck up to me. Like her shit don't smell — know what I mean?"

Jukie had to laugh. That was as good a description of Patsy as he'd ever heard. "Yeah! That's her awright! Thinks her shit don't smell! You hit the nail on the head. But, you know, she's really O.K.… helped me a lot here at the U."

"I didn't mean to put her down, really. It's just that I don't usually find it hard to make friends with young black people, but I find her kind of unapproachable. Anyway, how did she figure in getting you here?"

"Oh yeah. Well, one day last year I ran into her. She's at the U Law School on full scholarship after having graduated from here Summa Cum Laude, Phi Beta Kappa, and about every other award you could name. And she looked pretty good too--- a Fro instead of that straightened 'do' her Mom used to make her wear-- I don't know, I was just thinking we might get together for old time's sake, so we made a date for dinner. We went to one of our old haunts downtown in the City and the conversation turned to my ‘career’---I thought the whole idea of my having a career was kind of a hoot--- but Patsy was pretty insistent that I should do something 'bout getting ahead and she encouraged me to apply to the U under their special minority enrollment program."

"That was cool of her," Donna exclaimed.

"Yeah, I 'spose, but I was real reluctant. I wasn't sure I could handle the work, even if they did accept me, which I found pretty hard to imagine, given my piss-poor high school record and all. But Patsy pushed me pretty hard that night and a few other times afterwards. She kind of shamed me in fact, accused me of having no guts."

"Whew!" Donna exclaimed. "Seems to me you had to have had a lotta’ guts to go in the army… even if it did turn out that your job in Viet Nam was relatively safe… you didn't know it would be."

"Yeah, well… be that as it may, when she said that, it got to me, so I said OK I'd try it; and Patsy, she helped me fill out the application and arrange to take the tests I needed to take for admission. Turned out I did much better on the tests than I expected, much better than I'd ever done in high school. I guess I learned something about test taking from all the tests I took in the army and I also probably understand a lot more about all sorts of things, having been out there in the world these past four years."

"Yeah, being out in the world teaches you a lot of lessons, doesn't it?" Donna said, somewhat bitterly.

Jukie was tempted to ask her what she meant by that… for herself. But he was on a roll and wanted her to hear his whole story, so he continued. "Then, to my surprise, I got the word I was admitted. But I had to take this intensive summer program in math and English to make sure I'd be ready for college courses. Man, that turned out to be a big fuckin’ challenge. But, anyways, best thing of all was that I was given a full tuition scholarship and a pretty good paying work-study job, one that would provide enough money for books and shit. And, of course, I could live at home and save money that way. Well, my Moms was so proud, she said she'd be able to handle the rent and food at home for the time I was at school."

"But I thought you said you helped with the rent, didn’t you?"

Whoa! Was she questioning his manhood? "Course I help wit’ the rent!" he spat out. "But, it was important to Mom to make the offer. She was so proud. No one in my family has ever been to college at all, let alone the U!”

“Shit Jukie, I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. I was just confused that’s all.”

“O.K. No offense taken. Anyways, I almost didn't make it through the summer program. It was real tough. Couple of times I seriously thought I'd quit, but every time I felt that way, Patsy would appear, like she knew what I was thinking, and she would talk me out of it. Helped me, too. Helped me with study tricks and coached me on how to deal with these honky teachers, so they didn't figure me for just another ignorant, nig-…uh ‘black boy who didn’t know his place’."

There was that word again! Jukie was finding it felt bad in his mouth, too. Had to talk to Utsie about it. Maybe even talk to Patsy about it, although he knew for sure where she stood on the subject.

Jukie went on. "Well, with Patsy's help I made it through the summer and first semester… but just barely. The courses here are real hard for me, just like I figured they'd be. Even with tutoring, I was on the edge of flunking out. The profs, most of them, they're just like my high school teachers. They speak a different language from me and, as far as they're concerned, it's up to me to learn their language---read in it, write in it, speak in it. I mean I can do it, but it takes a whole lot of effort, you know what I mean? Always having to pay attention to how you're saying something makes it harder to think about what you want to say, so sometimes you end up saying stuff that's pretty obvious, maybe even stupid. Then other times, you get carried away with your ideas and you end up saying them in slang, which the profs correct in this totally embarrassing way!"

Jukie paused, clearly recalling some pretty humiliating classroom experiences here at the U. Then he continued: "And the amount of reading? Well, it's unreal! All this unbelievably boring shit---Plato, Emerson, this French guy Sartra---hundreds of pages every week and most of it makes no sense to me. I mean, I recognize the words O.K., but the sentences and paragraphs just don't make no sense lots of times."

"Hey, Jukie, if it's any consolation to you, I can't make any sense out of Sartre either--- all that ‘being and nothingness’ crap. I do like Plato, though. I find him very modern even though he wrote thousands of year's ago. Emerson? You can keep him, as far as I'm concerned. He's too prissy for my taste!"

Jukie smiled. Hearing Donna's thoughts on these philosopher dudes did make him feel better, less stupid. He continued, "There were a couple of exceptions, thank God. Otherwise I couldn't have stuck it out. My Spanish teacher was pretty cool. This real sexy young Hispanic woman , Senorita Jimenez. You know her?"

"I don't think so," Donna hesitated.

Jukie went on without really listening to Donna's response. "Well, anyway, I thought she kinda’ dug me, you know, sexually. But I wasn't gonna’ push my luck by trying anything. Instead I just worked her attraction to me into getting more personal attention and a pretty good grade for the small amount of Spanish I actually learned. And then there’s Bill…"

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Recollection of being Black at a predominantly white college in 1969
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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New Year's Eve 1968: Jukie, Scene 9 "The Story of Jukie Jefferson's First White Woman."

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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