CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Nick was not looking forward to introducing his new girlfriend to his grandparents and aunt Rose.
It wasn't solely that his girlfriend was black. That was part of it, sure. His grandmother and aunt Rose had made certain remarks over the years that Nick would class as being racist, but which his mother would always say were a result of his grandparents being from "a different generation". They had been warned in advance that she was black though, and would be prepared. They wouldn't say anything overtly racist in front of her.
He hoped.
"Hello dear!" said his grandma. "This is the bla...the girlfriend? Lovely to meet you!" Nick nearly slapped his own head in frustration. His girlfriend either hadn't noticed or, more likely, wasn't letting it effact her.
"Lovely to meet you too," said Jasmine.
"So well spoken!" said aunt Rose. "You look very nice too. Lovely skin tone."
"Thank you," said Jasmine.
"Hi Grampa Joe," said Nick. Grampa Joe just nodded. Nick felt sad. He'd always been quiet, as long as Nick had known him, but in the last few years he'd noticed him retreating ever further into himself. What made it even more sad was that his mother always told him how full of life Grampa Joe had once been. How tales of his exploits with women were still told amongst the pensioner community. Then he'd gotten married and, over fifty years of marriage, his vitality had been worn away.
Jasmine walked over to Joe and introduced himself. He actually smiled at this. That was good to see.
"Must say, dear," said Grandma, "that skirt is a little short."
"Grandma, there's nothing wrong with it," said Nick.
"You would say that, you filling your eyes!" said Aunt Rose.
"Bed," said Grampa Joe suddenly. He got up and walked by Nick, floating away like a ghost.
"That man is hopeless," said Grandman, shaking her head.
"I saw a sparkle in his eyes," said Jasmine.
"Propbably just the senility," said aunt Rose.
"That's no way to talk about another human being," said Jasmine.
"This is my house!" snapped Grandma, the illusion of the sweet old lady so suddenly dropped. "The likes of you can't tell me how to speak!"
"I believe in common decency," said Jasmine.
"Hmmph, your skirt shows all your decency!" said aunt Rose. Nick felt helpless. He wanted to speak up, to tell the two old bats to go to Hell, but what could he say?
"Now, don't fight," he said. He felt stupid afterwards.
"I wasn't," said Jasmine.
"I think everyone should calm down," said Nick.
"I think you should grow a spine," said Jasmine and walked out.
"Hope you don't marry her!" said Grandma.
"Oh, shut up!" said Nick.
"What!?" said Grandma. Aunt Rose spat out her tea. "You're not too old for me to put you across my knee!"
"I'm twenty three!"
"Exactly! Show me some respect!"
"Like you showed Jasmine?"
"Oh come on, Nick," said Rose. "We were polite to her, despite everything."
"Everything like what?" said Nick, knowing exactly what she had meant.
"It's not right!" said Grandman, suddenly furious. "Them, dating us! We don't mix! God made us different colours for a reason!"
"I'm going, right now, before I say something I'd regret," said Nick.
"That's it, run away, you gutless little shit!" said Grandma. Nick was shocked. Even Rose looked shocked. "You're just like your grandpa, he never could stick up for himself with me either!"
"You want me to stick up for myself..."
"I want you to get out of my house and take your negro with you," said Grandma.
"That was a bit racist," said aunt Rose.
"You shut up too!" said Grandma. Nick charged out of the room. Jasmine wasn't in the hall outside. She must have left. Made sense. He had some big apologies to make to her. He decided to look in on Grampa Joe first, just in case he never came back to this house.
He opened the door to Grampa Joe's room and saw Jasmine masturbating his grandfather with great energy.
"YES, YES!" his grampa said. "YESSSS!"
"Oh shit," said Jasmine.
"What...what...WHAT THE FUCK?" said Nick.
"I'm sorry," said Jasmine. "I'm sorry!" she ran out. Nick looked at grampa Joe, who was still smiling. And now masturbating himself.
"Sorry," said Joe. "But Hell, she made me feel so young!" Grampa Joe ejaculated all over his bedsheets.
Nick couldn't help but laugh.
It wasn't solely that his girlfriend was black. That was part of it, sure. His grandmother and aunt Rose had made certain remarks over the years that Nick would class as being racist, but which his mother would always say were a result of his grandparents being from "a different generation". They had been warned in advance that she was black though, and would be prepared. They wouldn't say anything overtly racist in front of her.
He hoped.
"Hello dear!" said his grandma. "This is the bla...the girlfriend? Lovely to meet you!" Nick nearly slapped his own head in frustration. His girlfriend either hadn't noticed or, more likely, wasn't letting it effact her.
"Lovely to meet you too," said Jasmine.
"So well spoken!" said aunt Rose. "You look very nice too. Lovely skin tone."
"Thank you," said Jasmine.
"Hi Grampa Joe," said Nick. Grampa Joe just nodded. Nick felt sad. He'd always been quiet, as long as Nick had known him, but in the last few years he'd noticed him retreating ever further into himself. What made it even more sad was that his mother always told him how full of life Grampa Joe had once been. How tales of his exploits with women were still told amongst the pensioner community. Then he'd gotten married and, over fifty years of marriage, his vitality had been worn away.
Jasmine walked over to Joe and introduced himself. He actually smiled at this. That was good to see.
"Must say, dear," said Grandma, "that skirt is a little short."
"Grandma, there's nothing wrong with it," said Nick.
"You would say that, you filling your eyes!" said Aunt Rose.
"Bed," said Grampa Joe suddenly. He got up and walked by Nick, floating away like a ghost.
"That man is hopeless," said Grandman, shaking her head.
"I saw a sparkle in his eyes," said Jasmine.
"Propbably just the senility," said aunt Rose.
"That's no way to talk about another human being," said Jasmine.
"This is my house!" snapped Grandma, the illusion of the sweet old lady so suddenly dropped. "The likes of you can't tell me how to speak!"
"I believe in common decency," said Jasmine.
"Hmmph, your skirt shows all your decency!" said aunt Rose. Nick felt helpless. He wanted to speak up, to tell the two old bats to go to Hell, but what could he say?
"Now, don't fight," he said. He felt stupid afterwards.
"I wasn't," said Jasmine.
"I think everyone should calm down," said Nick.
"I think you should grow a spine," said Jasmine and walked out.
"Hope you don't marry her!" said Grandma.
"Oh, shut up!" said Nick.
"What!?" said Grandma. Aunt Rose spat out her tea. "You're not too old for me to put you across my knee!"
"I'm twenty three!"
"Exactly! Show me some respect!"
"Like you showed Jasmine?"
"Oh come on, Nick," said Rose. "We were polite to her, despite everything."
"Everything like what?" said Nick, knowing exactly what she had meant.
"It's not right!" said Grandman, suddenly furious. "Them, dating us! We don't mix! God made us different colours for a reason!"
"I'm going, right now, before I say something I'd regret," said Nick.
"That's it, run away, you gutless little shit!" said Grandma. Nick was shocked. Even Rose looked shocked. "You're just like your grandpa, he never could stick up for himself with me either!"
"You want me to stick up for myself..."
"I want you to get out of my house and take your negro with you," said Grandma.
"That was a bit racist," said aunt Rose.
"You shut up too!" said Grandma. Nick charged out of the room. Jasmine wasn't in the hall outside. She must have left. Made sense. He had some big apologies to make to her. He decided to look in on Grampa Joe first, just in case he never came back to this house.
He opened the door to Grampa Joe's room and saw Jasmine masturbating his grandfather with great energy.
"YES, YES!" his grampa said. "YESSSS!"
"Oh shit," said Jasmine.
"What...what...WHAT THE FUCK?" said Nick.
"I'm sorry," said Jasmine. "I'm sorry!" she ran out. Nick looked at grampa Joe, who was still smiling. And now masturbating himself.
"Sorry," said Joe. "But Hell, she made me feel so young!" Grampa Joe ejaculated all over his bedsheets.
Nick couldn't help but laugh.
