Blacked Beauty

A New Start

The plane's wheels screeched against the tarmac as it finally came to a halt, bringing Jameson closer to his new life in America. The anticipation had been building for weeks, but now that he was here, a wave of nervous energy washed over him. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling the unfamiliar fabric against his skin. His muscular frame, honed from years of athletic training, made every movement deliberate and powerful. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions swirling inside him.

As he stepped off the plane, the crisp air of the new country hit him like a wall. The scent of freedom and opportunity filled his lungs, a stark contrast to the familiar dust and heat of his hometown. Jameson couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement mixed with trepidation. This was it—the beginning of his journey towards becoming a professional basketball player. But first, he had to navigate the complexities of living with a host family.

The airport was bustling with people, all moving with purpose. Jameson felt a bit out of place, his tall, broad-shouldered figure towering over most of the travelers. He spotted a sign held up by a young man with a friendly smile. "Jameson? Over here!" the man called out, waving energetically.

Jameson approached, extending a hand. "I'm Jameson," he introduced himself with a warm smile.

"Joey," the man replied, shaking his hand firmly. "Welcome to America.If you need anything just feel free to ask me,after all you're our guest"

Joey led Jameson through the crowded terminal, chatting about the college they would both be attending. Despite Joey's attempts at making conversation, Jameson found his mind wandering.He doesn't know what challenges lie ahead, after all it's completely different from his hometown, no parents, no friends and not even any relative. Only him and his dream of becoming a basketball player.

They arrived at the car, and Joey helped load Jameson's luggage into the trunk. As they drove through the city, the skyline of skyscrapers and the vibrant life of the streets fascinated Jameson. But even then, his thoughts kept drifting back to his hometown. What would it be like to live here? How would he persue basketball ? Will he be accepted based on his culture?He tried to push these thoughts aside, focusing instead on the road ahead.

After what felt like hours, they finally pulled into a quiet suburban neighborhood. The houses were well-kept, each with neatly trimmed lawns and white picket fences. Joey parked in front of a charming two-story house with a beautifully manicured garden.

"Here we are," Joey announced cheerfully. "This is my house"

Jameson a bit amazed, followed Joey inside, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was cozy, filled with the warmth of a loving family. As they walked through the living room, Jameson caught sight of a woman in her mid 30's in the kitchen, her back turned to them as she busied herself with something on the counter. Her dark hair was tied back in a loose bun, exposing the nape of her neck. Jameson's breath caught in his throat.

She turned around, her eyes lighting up when she saw Jameson. "Welcome, Jameson! It's so nice to finally have you here," she said warmly, wiping her hands on a dish towel."Oh Jameson, this is my mom"Joey said

"TT..Thank you, Mrs. Johnson," Jameson replied, forcing a polite smile. "I'm excited to be here."

"Please, call me Linda," she insisted with a gentle smile. "Dinner will be ready soon, but for now, why don't you settle into your room?"

Joey led Jameson upstairs to a spacious room with a large window overlooking the garden. "This is your room," Joey said, gesturing around. "Make yourself at home."

Jameson nodded, feeling overwhelmed by the kindness of his new family. As Joey left to give him some privacy,Jameson closed the door and started to unpack this things.He walked over to the window as his eyes were immediately drawn to Linda in the garden below. She was kneeling beside a flower bed, her fingers gently tending to the plants. Jameson watched her for a moment, lost in the tranquility of the scene.

His body tingled with a strange mix of arousal and guilt. He knew he shouldn't be having these thoughts, especially not about Joey's mother. But the more he tried to dismiss them, the stronger they became. He clenched his fists, willing himself to focus on the opportunities ahead, not the temptations.

With a heavy sigh, Jameson closed the curtains, blocking out the view of Linda. He lay down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. The soft hum of the house settling around him provided a semblance of peace. But deep within him, a storm was brewing. His immense sexual desire, usually kept tightly leashed, was threatening to break free. And the object of his fantasies was right downstairs, unaware of the turmoil she inspired.

Jameson closed his eyes, trying to find solace in the darkness. But the images of Linda continued to haunt him, vivid and unrelenting. His body ached with need, a need he could neither act upon nor fully suppress. The battle within him raged on, leaving him restless and tormented.

Just then, a knock on the door startled him. "Jameson, lunch's ready," Joey called softly.

Jameson sat up, his heart racing. "Thanks, I'll be right down," he replied, his voice slightly shaky.

As he stood and stretched, Jameson knew one thing was certain: this new chapter of his life would be anything but simple.