Closer

A thousand thank you\'s to animechick262003. I know, people want the smut. It\'ll be there, but I just can\'t have it throughout the entire story. At least you understand :) Well, I hope this chapter persuades others to write reviews too. And if not, the story must still go on.

If I offend anyone or have offended anyone, I sincerely apologize. I\'m not sure if everyone knows what \"juking\" is, but if you don\'t and if it\'s not explained clearly in the chapters, please feel free to ask.

Thanx!

Jill

Five years ago...

For the past couple of weeks, Pamela noticed how involved her daughter had become with Sean, better know as the persistent white who who rescued her from her attempted rape boyfriend. It\'s not that anything was wrong with the fact that he was white or that he was two years older than her daughter, but it seemed as if he was manipulating her time. Not that Rosalyn actually minded. She hardly hung out with her other friends anymore. Rosalyn insisted on the fact that they were \"just friends.\" but isn\'t that what they always say? With their innocent trips to the movies, or out to eat, or phone conversations lasting well into the night (one time she was on the phone from ten thirty until two thirty-five a.m., and that was only because she got sleepy).

Everyday he was over their house, so they could talk. Then as soon as he would get home, her phone would start to ring. Now, she tried to keep Rosalyn at home most of the time (to keep her \"safe\") which made her very much available for phone use. But exactly what the hell was his excuse?

After fifteen years, she thought she was allowed the prerogative of saying she knew her daughter. With the exception of her secret nineteen year old boyfriend, of course. But she could see something in her daughter\'s eyes and hear something different in her voice. Whenever he was around, or whenever she talked to him, her entire demeanor would change. She would turn into this bubbly, happy go lucky person- who she did not know at all. She was usually stoic with the occasional dry wit. This was why Pamela was relieved when she asked if she could go to this house party that her friend Jackie was throwing. Since Jackie and her mom were really close, she was certain that there would be proper adult supervision. But then she came to find out she invited Sean and some of his friends.

\"I don\'t see what you\'re so worried about, Pam. It\'s just a little high school thing.\" Jackies\' mother Joann said.

\"But don\'t you think they\'re smothering each other? I mean, he\'s a nice guy. Real decent and intelligent, but they\'re not even officially together, yet they\'re disgustingly \'together\' all of the time.\"

\"Well maybe they\'ll get bored of each other. But if she invites him to that party, you know what\'s going to happen, right?\"

\"What are you talking about?\"

\"Oh, come on!\" You know as well as I do how they dance at those parties. White boy don\'t stand a chance trying to juke. Poor baby is gonna be lost.\"

But Pam didn\'t think that Rosalyn would be so superficial that she would jeopardize her relationship- friendship with someone she was so fond of. But if she did, at least things would be back to normal.

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\"So, who\'s this new guy you talking to?\" Jackie asked Rosalyn.

\"He\'s the one from the, you know, movie incident thing.\"

\"You mean the white guy?\" She asked incredulous.

\"Damn! Could you be more racist?\"

\"Nah, it\'s just that... I dunno. It kinda threw me.\"

\"Well, then this will probably throw you more.\" She said with a sly grin..

\"What?\"

\"I wanna invite him and some of his friends to the party.?\"

\"What the hell you been smokin\', G? This is a juke party. Not a \'mixer.\' They wouldn\'t fit in at all.\"

\"First of all, it\'s a house party- for people. They\'re people. It\'s not like we live in a majority black neighborhood anyway. Besides, I\'m putting in on this party too.\"

\"But it\'s gonna be at my house!\"

\"So? And?\"

\"Fine. Whateva. You wanna bring white folks to a black party so they can make asses of themselves by jumpin\' all over the place, then that\'s you problem.\"

\"Ya damn skippy it is.\"

Rosalyn and Sean were virtually inseparable. Mostly phone conversations, leading them to be close friends. Hanging out at each others\' houses and so forth, but never before with each others\' friends, together. They weren\'t an official couple, but the party could change it all.

\"Yeah, so you wanna come?\" Rosalyn asked Sean, feigning nonchalance.

\"Well, I guess I could. Can I bring a few friends?\"

\"Yeah, sure. In fact I insist.\"

\"Why?\"

\"Well, you wouldn\'t know anyone there besides me, and that wo\'t b\'t be any fun, right?\"

\"Is that a nice way of saying \'gee, wouldn\'t want you to be the only whit person there?\'\"

\"Umm, yeah, sort of. But you\'re my friend, so naturally I\'d want you to go.\" He could envision the pouty face she was most likely making over the phone.

\"But you\'re not inviting your other white friends?\"

\"Well, they would probably wouldn\'t have any fun.\"

\"And I would?\"

\"Yeah, cause you\'re different. Look, if you don\'t want to go then-\"

\"Didn\'t say I didn\'t want to.\" He interjected abruptly.

\"Then why are you being so difficult?\"

\"Fine, I\'ll go. And I can bring people with me?\"

\"Sure, but it\'s two dollars each.

\"Okay, no problem.\"

In actuality, there was a problem. Sean was no fool. Although he didn\'t know the exact difference, he knew there was one between the type of party he would normally go to and the type of party Rosalyn and her cousin was having. So instead of going and making an ass of himself alone, he decided to bring along his friends. That way, they could make asses of themselves together.

Rosalyn knew for a fact that he and his friends couldn\'t fit in at the party, but she simply just didn\'t care. All she could think about how how they would get some quality time alone together- without their parents prying eyes. Oh, naughty thought. Yeah right. Like she would actually make a move on him.

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Sean was nervous as hell as he walked towards the back entrance of the house. At least he had David. All of his other ass hole friends were too scared to go. Not that he didn\'t blame them, but still. Could have showed a little support.

\"Two dollas, man.\" The tall and burly black guy said. After money was exchanged, his and David\'s hands were checked with a permanent marker.

\"Damn, it\'s fuckin\' hot down here!\" David exclaimed from in front of him. And it was. The smoldering heat wave hit him from the first basement step as the loud rap music filtered through his ears. The room was illuminated by two blue well placed light bulbs, allowing him to see the writhing bodies all over the place. There had to have been about seventy people in the tiny basement. He didn\'t see Rosalyn anywhere. But what he did see was girls grinding provocatively against the guys with their asses. They were so intent on their \"dancing\" that they paid no attention to the two white guys there. They got the occasional glance, but no one really cared about them. *Thank god for small favors* he thought.

\"Hey man, did you know that they\'d be practically sexing down here? And look at these girls\' asses! We need to go to more parties like this!\" David said into his ear. Sean decided to ignore the question completely.

\"I\'m gonna go look for Rosalyn.\" He said, hoping he wouldn\'t find her dancing with some guy like that.

\"Cool, man. I\'m just gonna sit down and enjoy the scenery.\" He said, sitting down in a nearby chair against the wall. Sean nodded and began to make his way through the throng of people. It proved to be a difficult task, however. Every five seconds he seemed to be caught between sets of dancing bodies. It was hot, everyone was swe sweaty, and music he didn\'t exactly favor was blasting in his ears. But finally after what seemed like an eternity, he saw her sitting way in the back with some girls. She looked up (as if feeling his gaze upon her) and they locked eyes for a moment before she smiled shyly at him.

Once she stood up, he got a clear view of what she was wearing, and what she wasn\'t. She wore tight, black Capri\'s and a blue tank top with a high front and strings for a back- sans bra. The already incredibly hot room seemed to have raised an additional hundred degrees in that moment.

\"Hey!\" She yelled over the loud music as she grabbed his hand. She pulled him away from the speakers towards a back corner.

\"So, have you danced yet?\" She asked.

\"Um, no. Just got here. You?\"

\"Nah. Nobody here really grabs my interest. I don\'t juke with just anybody.\" *Hope he catches the big ass hint I just dropped* she thought.

\"Really? So, who does take your interest?\" He asked as he moved closer to her. The song that was playing had a kind of sultry beat to it. It was a slow song, yet it possessed a strong, sensuality to it. Yet he couldn\'t hear the words because all the while, the voice in his head was yelling at him to grow some balls.

\"I don\'t know. Got any suggestions?\" She asked coquettishly. The way he was looking at her was highly unnerving. His gaze was soft, lustful, and unblinking. While holding her eyes with his, he moved up to her, so that she was firmly pressed between him and the wall.

\"I think I\'ve got an idea or two...\" He whispered in her ear as he placed his strong hands on her child bearing hips. As his confidence grew, he slowly began to grind his erection into her, directly on her clit. She grasped his shoulders tightly at the sensation. He moved his head and looked at her again. Her eyes were closed and her mouth was deliciously parted open.

He rested his forehead on hers and began to move his hips slowly inircuircular motion. She moved with him as her body sought and craved more friction. She whispered his name as she clasped her arms around his neck, then tilting her head and kissed him. As her tongue teased his to come out and play, he gingerly moved his hands from her hips and to her backside, gently cupping her ass. She moved one of her legs and wrapped it around the back of his. She moaned deeply into his mouth before breaking off their kiss.

\"Oh, shit...\" She murmured as her pulse seemed to be quickening to an unbelievable pace. She tilted her head back until it touched the wall. He leaned forward and began kissing and nipping the long column of her neck, continuously pressing against her. Short pants escaped her mouth as she tightly closed her eyes as she had her first orgasm- silently on the makeshift dance floor. Her body continued to move unconsciously against his until she came down.

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He needed to get out of there. He needed some alone time to go jerk off properly. He wanted more- god how he wanted more, but no way was he going to come in his shorts. But he felt so... horny. He closed his eyes and thought of baseball, the alphabet, an ice cold shower, his parents screwing. Yup, that should do it... Nope, still rock hard to the point of painfulness. Nothing could deter his thoughts from the female in front of him.

\"Damn, I never- I mean that was incredible. But I think I need to go change.\" She said as sogginess in her panties began causing a discomfort in her thong. But then she became worried about him, with his eyes tightly shut and extremely red in the face. He wasn\'t answering her.

\"Sean, you okay?\" She questioned as she ran her fingers through his curls. He nodded his head and slowly pried himself off of her soft, supple flesh. He groaned deeply when he saw her erect nipples.

\"I uh, I have to- to go now. I have to take care of something.\" He spoke in slow measured tones.

\"Did I do something? Is everything alright?\"

\"Oh, I , I mean yes. It\'s just-\" He discreetly took her hand and placed it on his hard member.

\"I have a problem to take care of in a not so public place.\" He whispered in her ear.

\"Oh, right.\" She felt a flush creep up cheeks and ears. She slowly moved her hand up and away, eliciting another moan from him.

\"That\'s okay \'cause I think I should go home now anyway. I\'m all... dirty.\" She said, giving him a pointed look.

\"I\'ll call you when I\'m done, sexy chocolate.\" He said huskily in her ear before kissing her on the cheek. She stood there in awe and shock as he began to disappear in the sea of people.

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He had to hurry. Didn\'t know how much longer he could take walking around in his condition. *Damn it, David. Where are you?* he thought. There was a crowd of people by the stairs. Low and behold, there was David in the center. Still sitting in the chair, except a girl was now sitting on his lap giving him a lap dance. By the expression on his friend\'s face, he seemed to need some quality time alone too.

\"Damn, you big for a white boy.\" The girl said as she continued to ride him.

\"Yeah, well, never underestimate the powers of the man.\" He gritted out as he ground into her.

\"Hey, Dave, I\'m leaving now. You coming?\" *Oh, bad choice of words.*

\"Now?! It would just be a terrible time to leave right this second. This party is just so damned fun.\"

\"Well, if you want a ride back home, we\'re leaving now.\"

David cursed under his breath and gently stopped the girl\'s stimulating gyrations and casually asked for her name and number. Cassandra was delighted.

\"Man, what was you fucking problem? Just because you weren\'t having fun, you had to ruin mine? What? No nookie from your little girlfriend?\"

\"Don\'t be such an ass. She\'s not my girlfriend- yet. We just, danced, and uh...\"

\"Oh, I see. Had to go home and pop your top, huh?\" David asked smugly.

\"Fuck off.\"

\"Oh no, my friend. That would be you as soon as you make it to your room, isn\'t it?\"