PIT # 8: The Black Girl

Points In Time

Topanga, California

Sunday, May 11, 1986

Elysium Fields

10:50 a.m

On this day, though, being alone, forcing myself I walked to the tennis/volley-ball court; watched an older guy and woman — tits flopping ad dick swinging ...

Then up the flagstone walkway to the Jacuzzi, where there was an older couple that I recognized from below that had three blankets spread not too far from where I had parked myself.

Part of their group I had noticed, were a younger couple along with what appeared to be two children— a boy and girl ages, I guessed to be about eight and ten.

Needing practice talking to strange, basically to strange naked people, “ ‘Morning!” I said.

Sitting on a ledge in the bubbling water about three feet apart, the man — by his white stubbly whiskered face appeared to be into his late sixties.

The woman, that might have been attractive a number of years earlier, had an extremely wrinkled face — possibly from too much time in the sun and long hanging blue veined tits that disappeared in the bubbling foam.

“Hi!” The man said.

“Good morning!” The woman said moving closer to the man— apparently making room for me on the ledge. “Come on…” patting the water “...sit.”

Their attitude being wholly non-sexual. Stepping onto the submerged ledge, then into the hot water, I did sit.

“I’m Adam and this is…” rubbing the old lady’s shoulder “Rebekah.”

Biblical names, I thought, and not wanting even the hint of a religious lecture. “I’m expecting someone to meet me here …” nodding my head to the to the side “... so can only sit for a minute.”

Catching my phony tone. “Don’t worry…” Adam said “ ‘Beka’ and me are ‘God Fearing’ people...”

“But we’re not fanatic nuts.” Rebekah cut in.

“Haven’t seen you before…”

Knowing the old guy wasn’t referring to me dick.

“...this your first time here?”

“No. I came up Friday afternoon and got the fifteen buck tour and yesterday was my first full day.”

“You all signed up, then?”

“Yeah. All paid up yesterday.”

“You here with your wife...Or someone?”

“No, by myself so far, but am expecting some friends.” Hoping for Ken and Sandy, this was true .

“Well…” Adam said “....if you want company later, come on over.”

Quiet. Trying to formulate what I wanted to ask.

“No disrespect…” looking from Adam to Rebekah “...but why bring children to a place like this?”

“ ‘Beka and me have been coming to ‘The Fields’ for years…”

...'Lucy’, the young lady with us is our daughter and..”

“We started bringing her here when she was about the age of the boy…” Adam cut in.

Adam and Rebekah apparently in the habit of finishing each other’s conversations.

“ ‘Rob’...Robert’s our grandson.”

“ And Jenny's our granddaughter.”

“ ‘Lucy’ and ‘Glen;…”

“ Glrn’s our son-in-law…”

“They met each other here and…”

“Were married, right here…”

Chuckling. “Not in the spa, but below, and the wedding was beautiful…” Adam said.

“Yes, it was beautiful… Even had…” laughing “...some outside people.”

“Dressed people?” I asked.

“Yeah…” Adam said “… most of them sure scad-addled pretty fast when it was over.”

“And Elysium even gave Lucy and Glenn one of the small apartments behind the office for their wedding night.”

“You wanted to know why we bring the kids here?”

“Yes, Adam. Meaning no disrespect, I would.”

“Mitch…” standing “...God gave us these bodies…”

“Along with ‘free will.” Rebekah added.

Going on, Adam said. “There’s lots of bad influences out there…” motioning towards the outside road “...and we wanted our kids, and our grand-kids to know the difference in their God given bodies before some of those bad influences spew their dirty misinformation.”

Remembrances of bad influences and especially ‘dirty misinformation’ peppering my mind.

“Anyway…” standing “...it’s time we got back to the kids.”

Seeing Rebekah fully nude, I could not even imagine ‘ever’ fucking a lady that old.

Following the two old people down the flagstone walkway.

Heading towards their blankets, waving over his shoulder. “Remember to come on over!” Adam called.

“If you want!” Rebekah added.

Having no intention to, “Thank you, I might just do that!” I answered back.

Still feeling conspicuous, I walked across the length of the field to the pool where I dove in, swam a few lengths then stood, the backs of my forearms resting on the coping, watching…

Although attempting to look disinterested, I stood watching as an attractive young couple came, swam and with a few words regarding the beauty of this day and this place, left.

Remaining in the water for about twenty minutes, about to head back to my spot on the grass…

Oh, God!

I must digress once more and go back to the west side of Chicago on...

July 6, 1951

His cocked elbows on the banister, his chin nestled in the

palms of his hands, Mitchell watched from his porch as the five Negro kids—three boys and two girls—played softball.

He’d seen them playing in the alley before and thought they lived in the recently converted, now multi-flat building across the alley where not too long ago Sharon Duffy lived with her mother and the Gogulski twins lived with their parents.

“’Ey, Leroy hit dat ball!” The largest of the group was sitting on the broken cement incinerator calling encouragement to the batter.

Closing his eyes, “Oh, God...” his lips moving in a whispered prayer because he believed that unless he prayed out loud God wouldn’t hear him “...please, God, let it be Norman and Phyllis and ‘Big Rosalind’ and the ‘Gogulski’s’, and God, ‘please’, God, let things be like before!”

Closing his eyes, tighter, One… two… he counted silently,

three…

“ ‘Ey! You, boy!”

..Four… five… Slowing, giving God more time, six… seven…

“ ‘You’! Da white boy on the third floor!”

“Eight…” Knowing his concentration had been broken. Knowing his prayer wouldn’t be answered. Opening his eyes, he looked at the boy.

Standing in the yard,.“ ‘Ey...” the boy called again “...wh’ch’ya doin’?”

Praying for you to disappear, he thought...“Uh, nothing,” he said.

“Don’t’j’ya be doin’ dat!” The boy said in a loud though friendly tone.

“Doing what?”

“Standin’ way up there doin’ nothin’! Come on down, boy. We’s only five an’ needs us another player.”

“Me?” Poking his chest with his thumb.“ You want me?”

“Lordy! Yeah, you!”

The boy threw the ball. Surprised at the accuracy, Mitchell instinctively caught it.

“We won’t eat’ch’ya! Come on down!”

Actually, Yeah, I do, wanna play ball with them, he thought. But actually, having no reason to be, he was afraid of them. But if I don’t go down and play with them, they’ll think I’m prejudiced or something, and I sure don’t need a bunch of shvartzer kids, especially that big one, thinking I’m prejudiced.

“So, ya comin’?”

Throwing the ball back. “Yeah, why not?”

Opening the screen door, “Mom...” he yelled “...I’m going downstairs to play ball!”

Letting the door slam shut, he clumped down the stairs.

“Hi!” Feeling intimidated, holding his hand forward, “I’m Mitch Lipensky.”

“ ‘Ey, Mitch.” Big, six-foot-three, with thick, muscular arms, “I’m Junior Johnson.”

Grasping Mitchell’s hand, shaking it in a strong grip. “An’ this here’s my sister, ‘Katie’.”

“ ‘Junior’? I’d sure hate to see senior.” Smiling, turning, looking at the tall, angular girl. “Hi, Katie.”

Nodding her head, “Mitch,” the girl said shyly.

“An’ this here’s my baby brother, ‘Baby Joe’.”

Warming to the group. Smiling again,.“Do I call you ‘Baby Joe’?”

Smiling back, showing two missing front teeth. “Not lessin’ you wants’a be missin’ your teef, too.” A smaller, younger duplicate of his big brother, “You jus’ call me Joe,” the boy said.

“An’ this here’s ‘Leroy’. Leroy lives over there,” pointing in the direction of the old Duffy apartment.

“Leroy,” holding his hand out, “hi.”

Leroy hesitated a moment...then, a smile coming to his thick lips, accepting the handshake, “Yeah, hi.”

“An’ this is…” Junior said proudly, “my girlfriend, ‘Lousy’.”

“ ‘Louise’?” Mitchell looked at the girl. “Did he say your name’s ‘Louise’?”

“Yeah. Dat’s what I said...” Junior repeated “...Lousy.”

The ebony-colored girl was small, about five-three, and ‘maybe’ fifteen years old. She had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and, for a girl her size, unusually large breasts. Her almond-shaped black eyes looking up from under long, thick lashes. “Hi.” she said.

He had watched her from three stories up, especially when she ran the bases and — from three storied up thought she was pretty but, close up…

God, she’s beautiful!

Minute droplets of perspiration — appearing as a sprinkling of silver against the girl’s dark skin dotted her forehead and upper lip...

His eyes flicking from her face to her chest, Mitchell saw that Louise was not wearing a bra, and — slightly damp from perspiration, Mitchell could actually see the clearly defined, circular projections of her dark nipples under the tightly stretched, white cotton T-shirt.

Swallowing, forcing himself to keep from licking his lips, sensing a tightening in his crotch as his thumping heart pumped blood downward, the dual thoughts of the dark intensity of her nipples and, if the texture her pubic hair matched the tight curls of the hair on her head, simultaneously flitted through his mind and, Oh, God! How I’d love to see her naked!

That night in bed...

The dual thoughts of the dark intensity of her nipples and, if her pubic hair matched the tight nap of the hair on her head, Mitchell spent the next twenty minutes concocting a passionate, although totally impossible scenario where he and Louise, to the best of his imagination, were naked together and, shvartzer or not, yes indeed, the two ‘did’ have intercourse.

Topanga, California

5/11/86

After remaining in the water for about twenty minutes, about to head back to my spot on the grass…

Oh, God...

About five–three, the lady had a thin, Caucasian nose with wide, flaring nostrils, sensuous—though not overly, by Mitchell’s standards—full lips and moderately large breasts.

Standing tall...

Remembering…

The day in July of 1951…

‘Louise’!

Remembering…

Oh, God! How I’d love to see her naked!

Remembering: But Louise was only about fourteen or fifteen then.

And now…

Thinking: She’s got to be in her late forties now and ‘Jesus’ she’s beautiful

Aware she was being watched, although not really seeming to care, standing tall…

Glancing at Mitchell, nodding her head, the woman walked down the three steps to water and wading to chest deep depth, dunked herself head deep in the semi-cool water.

Straightening her body…

Water streaming in silver rivulets against her black skin…

Shaking her head, her hair immediately falling into tight ringlets.

Surface diving, she swam the length of the pool. Reaching the far end, kicking off the wall, she swam at an angle mid-way to the side wall…

...Nearly directly opposite of where I stood, where she stood in breast deep water.

Only this dream from out the past and myself in the pool. My heart thumping, seeing my dick go from vertical to horizontal in the clear water.

Considering everyone I’d met so far at Elysium being very friendly, hoping she’d be, too…

From Chicago, Illinois to Topanga Canyon, California?

From 1951 to 1986?

Stranger things have happened.

“Hi…” I said “... I’m Mitch...” quickly adding “...and please do not think of this as a ‘line’! But your name wouldn't happen to be Louise?”

Apparently not caring that I was staring at her. Matter of fact, having the impression that she was staring at me also…

Which was causing a bit of ‘dick throb’.

“Hi, Mitch,” Smiling, an ‘extremely’ friendly smile. “My name is L...

 
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