Falling for Grace Pt. 01

Big Dicks

Note to readers: This story takes quite a while to get to the sexual content. It has a long backstory set up. It’s also longer than my usual stories are. I hope it’s worth it to those of you who choose to give it a chance. If you’re more interested in a story that gets to the action faster, this one may not be for you, and I understand. I have stories like that elsewhere on this site. Enjoy!

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My name is Henry Douglas III. I’m 6’1″ with blue eyes and back in 1979 I had dark wavy hair and I was very fit from playing baseball and golf. I’m from Charleston, South Carolina, one of the most beautiful cities in the US. Actually, the residents of Charleston think it’s the most beautiful, no ifs, ands or buts about it. I grew up here in the 1960s and 70s, a turbulent time in America and especially here in the Southern States as we went through the changes based on race we should have gone through a hundred years before.

Of course, I understand that now. When I was a child in the 60s and a teen in the 70s, these things weren’t so obvious to me. Things were as they were. My family was very comfortable, actually rich. My father was a senior partner in one of the busiest law firms in the city, specializing in estates and probate law and made a very good living. Me and my older sister, Evelyn, wanted for nothing. We had a grand old house in a beautiful neighborhood. My mother Rae was a real “Southern Belle” who could trace her family back more than 250 years to 1714 and she came from “old money”. Dad was a descendant of a “Carpetbagger”, a Northerner who came south after the Civil War to make his fortune in textiles. He was my great, great grandfather and my namesake.

One of the “advantages” of growing up well to do in the South in that era was almost every family had a maid, or a domestic, always a black woman. If a woman of our social status didn’t have a domestic come in six days a week, she was ostracized by the other women of the neighborhood. They were a real gossip circle, my mom and her friends, and they could be fierce. Our maid was this sweet lady, Edina Robertson.

Edina was there in the morning to serve breakfast, there when I got home from school, there through dinner at 5:30 promptly every day until she went home at 6:45, six days a week, with Sundays off. I loved that woman. It was Edina who I first saw when I came home in the afternoons, Edina who bandaged my skinned knees, Edina who did so many things, I almost thought she was my mother. My mom was busy in the afternoons either playing bridge or at one of her social clubs. Daughters of the Confederacy, garden club, book club…yes, my mother was a very “busy” lady. My father, Thomas, was also a busy man. He made it home for dinner every night, but often was involved with his own friends in the evening, two or three nights a week. At least I spent time with him on the weekends.

That’s the fake idyll I grew up in. On the surface, it was perfect, but underneath, there were tensions. Tensions of our society, with its Jim Crow laws and people demanding they end, and even tension at home. She never talked about it, but my mother was certain my dad was having an affair. Evelyn, who was three years older and whom I was close to, broke that bit of news to me when I was 15. It was devastating and I held a serious grudge against him for a long time.

Anyway, Edina was the most stable force in my life. I could always count on her. Until I was about 8 or so, I never thought about where Edina went when she left us at night. I don’t know where I thought she went. I just never gave it consideration. So I asked her one afternoon.

I was sitting at the kitchen table after school, drinking milk with a couple of her homemade molasses cookies and I just asked her “Edina, where do you go at night? Why don’t you just stay here with us?”

Edina kept preparing our dinner and she said “Honey, I go home to my own family. You didn’t know that? Miss Rae never told you about my family?” I could hear a little change in her voice that I couldn’t identify.

“No. I didn’t know anything. I’m sorry.”

“Henry, why are you sorry?”

“I don’t know. I guess I feel bad because I don’t know your family.”

“You always was the sweetest little man. I wish you did know my children.”

“You have your own children?” I was fascinated. I wanted to know about her children. “What are their names? How old are they? What about your husband?”

“Hold on, there. One at a time. I have three children, Henry. Gus, he’s 19 now, Alton, who’s 14 and smart as a whip, as smart as you are. And my youngest is Grace, who’s 8, just like you. She’s also very smart, and she’s so pretty! She’s going to break a lot of hearts.” Edina said with a big smile.

“What about your husband?” I took it for granted there had to be a husband.

Edina got sad then. “I lost my husband 4 years ago, Henry. He was working in a lumber mill and he had an accident.”

I was horrified that Edina, my second mother, had lost her husband, and it hit me denizli escort that she was raising her kids alone while working for us six days a week. It was like I suddenly woke up from a deep sleep, my eyes open for the first time. I cried for Edina, bawling even and she stopped what she was doing and held me to her large bosom. “Oh, honey, don’t cry. You’re just the sweetest thing.” She crouched down so she could look at me eye to eye. “Listen to me, Henry. I know you’re sad, and I appreciate how you feel. This job, working for your family, lets me take care of my children. I miss them, I wish I could spend more time with them. But they got a roof over their heads, and they got food in their bellies. Gus has a job and he looks after his brother and sister to help me, and Alton, he’s going off to college in a few years, and Grace is going to do the same some day. I miss my Leon, miss him a lot. But I don’t want you to be so sad about it. Understand me?” I nodded my head, but I was still upset. I just loved that woman so much.

After that, the things I took for granted, things I didn’t give two thoughts about before, became apparent to me. The Jim Crow laws were officially gone by that point, but the social customs they codified were still there. Black men were still expected not to look at white women, even when they were working for them. Schools were supposed to be integrated, but my school was still 100% white and I had no clue what the school the black children in our community went to was like. The more I thought about it, the more resentful I became. Things my parents just expected to be the norm were making me angry. By the time I was 14 I was challenging them more and more, especially when they said something derogatory about black people. We argued a lot. And I wanted to meet Edina’s family. I was becoming adamant about it. My parents were just as adamant in insisting that it wasn’t going to happen. They gave all these reasons that on the surface sounded reasonable, how busy their lives were, how Edina needed her one day off to be alone with her kids, so on and so on. I knew it was all bullshit. They didn’t want to mix socially with any black people, let alone the family of “the help”. They would have looked down on Edina and her family if they were white. Being black made it even worse.

It’s a terrible time when you realize your parents are not the good, decent people you believed they were all your young life. When I was 15, before Evelyn went off to U of South Carolina for her freshman year, I went to talk to her about it. I asked her how we could not notice how our parents were such terrible racists.

Evelyn stopped packing and sat next to me on her bed. “Henry, listen to me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you’ve changed the last few years. I’ve heard you and seen you getting angrier over the issue of race here. And I know you’re angry with mom and dad. God knows, they are not perfect people. They let us be raised by Edina mostly, not that she wasn’t great. I love her too. Dad screwing around on mom.” I blushed at that; I’d never heard my sister, raised to be a Southern Lady like our mother, used any sort of foul language before. “And their attitude on race…it’s something that should have died years ago. But they grew up with this and their friends all grew up with this. It’s complicated. The world is complicated. Can I give you some advice? From your big sister?”

“Sure, Evelyn. I love you and trust you. And I’m going to miss you terribly. Like I’m going to be fighting alone from now on.”

She hugged me, my pretty, classy big sister whom I idolized most of my life, and I felt better. “Henry, stop being so angry. When you show that anger, it just makes those you’re angry with push back. They won’t listen to you. If you can find a way to make a reasonable argument, they just might listen. So take my advice. You want to change things? Go study law. Become a lawyer.”

“Like dad? How will that change anything?”

“No, not like dad. He helps people make wills and set up their financial matters. Become a civil rights lawyer. You’re so passionate about this issue. I think you’d be a great lawyer, helping people fight for their legal rights. I’ll be so proud of you.” Evelyn kissed my forehead and my cheek. I hugged her back, thinking how much I was going to miss my smart, beautiful, sharp, kind sister, who was going to school to study pre-med.

Off to school she went, and I kept butting heads with my parents, but with less anger. I tried it my sisters way, with arguments based on whatever information I could gather. I used facts regarding racial issues in general and more passion when it came to Edina and her family. Still they would not yield. As a result I became more and more alienated from my parents. I loved them, but I didn’t like them very much.

I turned 18 in April of 1979. I’d had my own car for a year, provided by my parents like they had done for my sister when she turned 17. But at 18 I felt a degree of freedom I hadn’t felt before. I registered diyarbakır escort to vote, registered in case the draft ever came back, had my first legal alcoholic drinks. And I was still determined to meet Edina’s family, and being 18, I felt I had the right to do so if I pleased, without permission from my parents. I felt like they were family that I’d never met, like they just happened to live across the country somewhere. In fact, the only family we had long distance was my mom’s sister Lorraine. She lived in New York with her Jewish husband whom she met at college. It was a minor family “scandal” but it passed in time, and we saw them and my cousins a few times a year, once down here and once up there. That was how I decided I wanted to go to college in New York.

So one day a few weeks after I turned 18, I decided the time had come. Whether my parents approved or not, I was going to meet Gus, Alton and Grace. I conveniently drove by as Edina was headed for the bus stop to go home, almost 7 at night. I hadn’t been home for dinner, telling my parents I was involved in rehearsals for the school play and I wouldn’t be home until 10 or 11. When I got to Edina I stopped the car. I rolled down the window and called to her “Hey Edina! Why don’t you get in, and I’ll drive you home. I’ll get you there at a decent hour for a change.”

“Henry, you go on home. I’ve taken the bus for 20 years, and I can take it another night.”

“Come on, let me drive you. After all you’ve done for me, it’s the ridiculously least I can do for you.”

She was tossing the idea back and forth in her mind. “Henry, you do know the neighborhood I live in, right?”

“I have an idea. Why, what’s the difference?”

“Let’s just say you won’t fit in, and neither will your car.”

“Edina, please get in. You’re letting all the heat out.”

She climbed in, somewhat reluctantly, but she was in. With some directions from her, I found my way to her house. Even in the dark, I could see that her small house, like most of the others in her neighborhood, needed work. Not as bad as some, but the siding was showing its age and the roof needed replacing. But Edina wasn’t embarrassed at all. I could read her; she was doing the best she could with what she had. She was a proud woman, and I loved her dearly.

“Thank you Henry. I appreciate it. I’ll see you tomorrow, honey.”

“Wait, Edina. Aren’t you going to invite me in to meet your children?”

“I wasn’t planning on it. You should go home. It could be a little dangerous for you here at night.”

“Edina. I’ve wanted to meet your family for years. You know that. Please? You’re like a mother to me.”

She took a huge sigh and said “All right, Henry. Come on in. Gus and Grace are here, but Alton is away at school. He’s graduating in May. It’s very exciting.”

I followed her into her small home, and the inside was a different story from the exterior. Everything was clean and tidy, the furniture was old but in good shape and well made. Edina had a lovely home, which wasn’t surprising. After all, she kept my parents home immaculate. I felt terrible over how hard she had to work once she got home from taking care of my family all day.

She called out “Gus, Grace? I’m home! Come on in the living room, we have company!” A few seconds later in walked a good looking man of about 28. His eyes went wide seeing me. Not a lot of white people came to their home. I stuck out my hand and said “Hi, you must be Gus. I’m Henry. It’s really nice to meet you finally.” He hesitated for a moment before taking my hand and giving a shake. Then he turned to his mother and said “Hey momma,” as he kissed her cheek. “You’re home early.”

“Henry insisted on giving me a ride home. Where’s your sister?”

“Doing her homework. She said she’ll be out in a minute. So, Henry, why are you here?” He looked at me with a skeptical glare, like he wouldn’t believe anything I said.

“I just have wanted to meet you all for a long time. I spend all this time every day with your mother and I love her dearly.”

“Yeah well maybe if your family could take care of itself, my mother wouldn’t have to work so hard for you and we’d get to see her more.”

“Gus! Don’t you be rude to a guest in our house! You know better than that. Henry, please sit down. Don’t mind my son.”

“It’s fine, Edina. He’s not wrong. We keep you away for too much of the day.”

Then a young woman my age came in and it was my turn for my eyes to go big and wide. If you’ve ever seen the movie The Godfather, there’s a scene where Michael, played by Al Pacino, is hiding out in Sicily. He meets his first wife, Apolonia while out with his bodyguards, and one of them describes how Michael reacted when he saw her. He said it was like being hit by The Thunderbolt. That’s how I felt when I first saw Grace. She was fairly tall, about 5’6″ with a slender, curvy body in a black sweater and a long skirt. But her face. My god, that face. Medium brown complexion with bright eyes that antalya escort just drilled right through my heart. Her face was slender with full, soft lips that I wanted to kiss right then. If there is a thing such as love at first sight, it hit me. She had a medium afro that framed her face perfectly.

I stood up and put out my hand again. “Hello, I’m Henry. It’s a real pleasure to meet you.”

Grace took my hand without hesitance and a smile warmed her face. “Hello Henry. I guess you know I’m Grace. It’s nice to meet you too.” I don’t know if Grace felt it, but when I touched her hand, a huge rush of something burst through me. She kept smiling at me, medium perfect teeth, white with a broad smile. She was as warm to me as Gus had been hostile. She turned to her mother and said “Mom dinner will be ready in 15 minutes. Is Henry joining us?” Her voice went through me like her eyes did. Warm, inviting. Generous.

Edina looked at me and said “Henry? Can you stay, or do you have to get home?”

“I can stay. My parents don’t expect me home until after 10. I’d love to, if no one minds.”

“I don’t mind” Grace said quickly. “I made plenty.”

Gus clearly wasn’t pleased, but especially since his mother invited me, he couldn’t say much against it.

We had a great meal that I don’t remember, because my attention was totally focused on Grace. We talked about our schools (hers didn’t have the best reputation but she was a straight A student and her SATs were over 1500) and she had been accepted on full scholarship to Columbia, in New York City. I said “Really? I’m going to NYU! Small world. We should meet up sometime. Compare notes. What are you going to study? I’m going for pre-law.”

“I’m going to their journalism school. It’s the best in the country” she said, and I just wanted to hold her hand and then kiss her. I’d been with a couple of girls by then, even had a serious girlfriend the previous year, but none of them could hold a candle to Grace in either looks or brains or even class. I was so taken I was oblivious to the hostile looks I was getting from Gus or the worried looks from their mother.

We kept talking in the living room after I helped clear the dishes, something I never had to do at home. I found out she played soccer and she worked on her school paper (of course) while I told her I played golf for my school team and was in the theatre group, putting on a play in late April. Grace said maybe she’d come and see it. All the time with her smile. She was clearly feeling something akin to what I felt.

All too soon it was 9:30, and Edina had to go to bed to get up early to be at my house in the morning. That was my cue to say goodnight, though I would have loved to stay and talk with Grace all night. If we did just spend the night talking, it would have been fine by me. She walked me to their door and we discreetly held each others hand for a moment, and I thought I would melt. Her hand was warm and soft and even in those 5 seconds, there was so much promise. I had to find a way to see her again, alone, so we could really talk.

I drove home in a bit of a fog, even missing my street. I got home before 10, had a perfunctory talk with my parents and went up to my room. I took a shower and jerked off furiously while thinking of Grace, of what it must have felt like to kiss her, to hold her close with her hair in my nose, what her breasts felt like in my hands, the soft curve of her tummy rubbing on the head of my cock and how her legs felt wrapped around my body. When I came, it was a small stream, gushing from the tip of my cock with great force. I was breathing hard in the wake of one of the greatest orgasms of my young life, even counting the girls I had been to bed with.

The next morning when I came downstairs, Edina was there as usual, putting breakfast out for us, but she was a little more subdued that usual. Before my parents came downstairs she said to me “When you get home from school, Henry, you and I have to do some talking. Are you coming straight home?”

I said I was. I had nothing going on after school. Edina’s tone had me concerned. I didn’t want to do anything that would upset her. I loved her dearly. But if she was going to warn me off from Grace…

School was its usual mix of interesting and boring, and I couldn’t wait to get out. A couple of friends asked I wanted to hang out after school and shoot some baskets, but I made up some excuse and went home to deal with Edina.

We were alone; mom was at one of her clubs as usual. Edina had a sandwich waiting for me with a glass of sweet tea, just like every day. But instead of doing whatever she had to do, she sat with me at the kitchen table while I ate.

“Henry, you and me, we’re friends, right?”

“Sure, Edina. I even think of you as more than a friend. You’re like a second mother to me. I’ve told you that.”

“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Honey, I saw how you and Grace were looking at each other last night, how you were talking. My daughter is going to do great things with her life. So is Alton. Gus, well my Gus doesn’t have either of their natural smarts, but he’s got a good head on his shoulders and a good heart. I couldn’t have raised Alton and Grace like I did without Gus’s help. He gave up a lot to look after them while I was looking after you.” She looked at me hard. “Henry, do you understand what I’m saying to you?”

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