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I was your average city girl. Never been to the south a day of my life nevertheless did I want to go. But I promised my Great aunt I’d come to visit her since I hadn’t seen her in more than 10 years since I was 9. I was the typical 19 year old. In college, studying, lots of tests and more studying. Definitely no time for niggaz. Hadn’t had a date since I was 17 as a matter of fact. I guess the benefit of visiting down South would be the peace and quiet time I would get to relax and get some school work done while on spring vacation. Down South was more unusual than I thought. For starters to be spring it felt like summer, there were hardly any cars and hardly any houses, instead, vast amounts of green land, animals, and plantations as far as the eye could catch. No highways, just dusty dirt roads and hand written signs that told you what directions to go. I could tell it was going to be a long boring 3 weeks as I unloaded my bags from the car. Instead of busy streets and horns beeping only the chickens clucking greeted me. “Well if it ain’t my baby niece Michelle!” “Hi aunt Selma ” I said in a calm voice as I gave her a hug. “My beautiful niece!” Well you ain’t no bigger than muh arm, come on let me take your bags and put some meat on them bones”. I smiled as she led me into her home. I was rather thin for 5’6 as I had always been told. It was just natural I guess. I loved being petite, but it made me appear rather fragile though. Nevertheless, being thin didn’t hide my small curves, beautiful Curves that most Black women of course, are naturally blessed with. My dark flowing hair blew in the soft breeze as she held the door for me to enter. I never forgot about that southern hospitality she always had. The aroma of hot steaks filled the air. After dinner that afternoon I decided to go outside for another peak at the small country town. The sunset was beautiful şehitkamil escort as its orange light grazed upon my coffee brown skin revealing a hint of shining tanned glare. I then found the vast amounts of land to be rather astonishing and beautiful. Peaceful, tranquil. I took one last breathe of the fresh pure southern air as I retreated to my warm bed waiting inside. I awoke the next morning by an annoying bang on the door. Had it been my house I would have thrown a fit! I was known to be rather spicy at times. I pulled my pillow over my head as the pounding continued. Obvious that no one was answering, I grumbled out of my bed and to the door. “Ms Selma!” The voice continued to yelp. I ripped the door open revealing a tall White man on the other side. I couldn’t help but to pause, admiring that he was rather cute, ya know, for a Whiteboy. His green eyes stared back at me in curiosity, like I was someone or something he had never seen before. He really wasn’t a boy at all! He stood about 6’3 in a tank shirt covered in sweat obvious that he had been working all morning, his dark brunette with slight streaks of blonde hair peered through. And he was certainly no boy. no older than 22. Besides his white skin he was actually a light color of red, sun kissed from apparently working on plantations all day. Even though he wasn’t a boy I had to let my spicy proud attitude get the best of me. “If no one answered the first 20 times you banged on the door then you probably should have left” I snapped slightly polite. He remained calm with a sly grin. “well excuse me. ” he said as he moved closer revealing a small basket. “but Ms. Selma likes her peaches picked and delivered fresh.” “HI! Aunt Selma interrupted coming into the room. “I was knocked out cold child. Are those my peaches, Chile ? Thanks.” I sat down in the living room covered in my robe only revealing a small glance of bronzed skin of my left thigh inadvertently. I couldn’t help but become entranced at how extremely attractive he was. I never really looked at a white guy this noticeably. Even though it had been a while I didn’t want to seem immodest, which I certainly was not. I always tried to remain conservative as possible. “Well I see you met my niece Michelle”. “yea” he grinned as he peered back at me quickly catching sight of the revelation of naked skin. I quickly covered up and smeared back at him with a fiery look of unwelcome. “Well, I’d better be on my way” He said with a thick Southern accent. I found myself watching him as he walked away. “Michelle” Auntie interrupted my thoughts, “Throw on some clothes. Later I want you to help me in the fields pick some greens.” Oh no. I thought. This was certainly not me. But to be nice I couldn’t say no to old Aunt Selma. It was scorching hot that evening. I came out to reveal a skin revealing sundress and shades as the sun beamed down bronzing and shimmering on my already naturally brown skin. “Oh you look adorable!” Aunt Selma commented. The Plants and grass whipped through my feet. “Come on, Chiles gonna show you how to do it”. Oh no. “I’d suppose you city girls don’t know much about fields or plantations”, he started. “So what city you from?” –“um could you just show me how you do this,” I interrupted, not wanting to engage in further conversation about my life. He smiled at me slickly as he gathered my hands into his and guided me to the ground. “Oh I see.” His hands were strong, firm, and big. Masculine as though he had been working them all his life, his body pressed against mines. He had “ Redneck” written all over him. “you just take them like this…” he directed me slowly guiding my soft thin hands along the way. At that point my mind wasn’t anywhere on the greens. His mind seemed to be no where on the greens either as I struggled myself to pay more attention. The more he helped me, the closer and more sensual the atmosphere between us drew. Before I knew it, the side of my face was pressed against his cheek as he stood behind me closely with his muscled arms wrapped around my small curved frame. Shortly after, I was drawn into his eyes, the same color as the green field we were working in, and aunt Selma appearing as but an ant in the distance. I was starting to sweat, not sure if it was from the steaming sun or from the lust we were sharing. Before long, my lips were slightly grazed against his.” You women have the most beautiful full lips.” Hypnotized momentarily, I brung myself back to earth with a snap. “Ugh! Get off me!” I sneered. “ D-don’t ever touch me again” I brought myself to say, convincing myself that he was annoying me. I gathered my shades and began to walk away. “you Black women…” he mumbled. I stopped dead in my tracks, ‘What the hell is that supposed to mean? “nothin” he said slowly. “ I knew you were a bigot” I said as I continued walking to my room. I could sense he was watching my ass as I walked away. “ I didn’t mean nothin by it…I’m sorry! He screamed in the distance. I ignored him and kept walking. Once inside, I poured myself a cold glass of lemonade and laid across the bed as I rubbed the ice filled glass across my forehead. I had decided that it was too hot and decided to remove my sun dress for some relief. Beep! I heard a horn, it was aunt Selma . “Sweetie I’m ‘bout to go to the store, I’ll be back in ‘bout an hour”. “OK”, I yelled back through the window. I collapsed back onto the bed laying there exhausted in clear blue lingerie panties and a matching top. I then heard footsteps approach as the door opened to my room. I had forgotten to lock the door. Stupid me. I quickly lunged up to cover myself. It was Chile . “Look I just wanted to say sor-“, he started until he caught sight of me just about naked.