I Found Love Pt. 01

I Found Love part one

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Author's Notes: These are my stories and are not to be copied, quoted or sampled.

This story is true, involves a family member's family. There is a non-consensual rape that was not finished depicted, non-sexual in nature.

Chapter one.

My name is Cleo Torrenta. I am twenty years old and the daughter of Dinah Davenport. I don't anything about the father's name on my birth certificate. My mama was fifteen when I was born. I have six half siblings and my mom is pregnant.

We live in a low income apartment in Fairburn, Georgia. It is nice there are three bedrooms, a living room, a nice kitchen, a dining room and a balcony with a gas grill.

I will be attending Albany State College in Atlanta next fall. I am a good basketball player and compete well with the boys in the projects, I'm pretty tall and fast.

Before all this, I first remember being in my meemaw's home with mama and her younger siblings. Meemaw was friends with lots of men while mama and her brothers were at school. It was Daddy this and oh Daddy when they were talking. Mostly she wore this ratty old robe with a man's undershirt and men's boxers. She was very round, she was still nursing Mama's youngest brother Jermaine who was two years younger than me.

Mama got pregnant again when I was two and Tyler was born, he's my favorite. Meemaw and Mama nursed both Tyler and Jermaine. Those baby boys were so chubby, but now they are both very tall now six foot six and six foot seven and both are playing college basketball. Tyler at Wake Forrest and Jermaine at UNC-Charlotte. They play guard and can handle the ball they are so fast. I have played basketball all through high school. I was scholarshipped to Pope Pius X Roman Catholic High school to play basketball. There might have been eighty or so other black kids, all have played sports, but most of the kids were white.

It is a co-educational school grade nine through twelve. There were a lot of very good teachers, nuns, brothers (monks) and secular people. I sang in the school choir and participated in plays and musicals.

To that point most of the experience was wonderful. There even was a home or dormitory for scholarshipped kids. Boys on the first floor, nuns on the second floor and girls on the third floor. There was a large kitchen and dining room. Mostly white food, roasts and stews, carrots, broccoli, green beans, fresh bread, yams and some greens, oh and rice of course. We always seemed to have fish and pork butts, collards and mustard greens at home.

I was fourteen and in the ninth grade when one of Meemaw's friends got after me, the police were called. He always creeped me out, staring at me, the police and the people at the hospital were nice and helped me. He never actually did it but I kicked him and screamed and Jermaine and Tyler beat the shit out of him he was an old fuck.

When they brought me to the hospital, just as I was leaving I screamed at both Mama and Meemaw and said, "You didn't even try to fucking stop him, what the fuck is wrong with you, " all I felt was rage and I would have helped Jermaine and Tyler kill him.

When I was done at the hospital the guidance counselor from school picked me up and hugged me as we got in the school van and she brought me to the dormitory and there were clothes waiting for me there were six girls, older who were black in my room and they knew and hugged me and I cried and I felt safe really for the first time in my life, they showed me my clothes and my shelves. Then it was dinner time a beef stew, with carrots and onions over rice and milk as much as I could drink. We only had butter milk at Meemaw's, which I liked, but this was so sweet.

In the summer I went to camps and played fast pitch, I was okay, but I also played on basketball travel teams. I was six foot one and weighed one hundred and sixty pounds and we lifted and did plyometric exercises that strengthened our core. I could grab the rim and I played small forward and the number two shooting guard. I could handle the ball, but we had these two girls who were five foot five and so fast, so coach went that way. On fast breaks though I'd leak out and get out and run and look like was going to dunk it but I'd lay it up.

We came in second in state my sophomore year and then first my in my junior year and senior year both. I turned eighteen at the end of my junior year, May first. I was allowed to date from my sophomore year on to chaperoned dances only. This is going to sound weird, but most of our black students were football players and huge, three hundred pounds and they played on the line.

They stunk to high heaven and if it looked like one of them was going to approach to talk to me or even ask me out I'd dart into a room or turn and literally run away.

There some really handsome basketball players, but openly they were in relationships with white girls, cheerleaders and one teacher. I was so attracted to this one boy Lester Smith who sat next to me in two of my classes, he was tall and long and his arms and big hands were ripped and veiny. Literally my heart pounded, he smelled like soap and he wore jeans and tight tee shirts, hoodies were not permitted.

I'd always say hey to him and he was nice, I'd ask him how his game went and then he'd open up and his eyes lit up and he gestured with his hands and I'd feed him questions and he'd say something funny and I'd laugh and hit his rock hard arm. So now he'd talk to me and one time at lunch, I said, "You should come and watch me play on Saturday."

"You play for the school?"

I said, "We were first in state last year, I was all conference and second team all-state. You don't want to play horse with me, if I shoot first."

"Mostly I'm a four, but sometimes a two, depending on fouls and stuff."

He smiled and said, "Do you have hops?"

I said, "Prolly not like you, I'm a girl, "and I squeezed my girls together and he noticed.

I went on and said, "Come out early this afternoon, I'll show you."

He was smiling and thinking and I said, "If I grab the rim, you take me to prom."

He smiled and said, "Okay what do I get if you don't get the rim?"

I leaned into him and said, "I will French kiss you and give you a hand job."

He was still smiling and said, "Sounds like I hope your don't get the rim."

I was an inch from his face and I said, "I guarantee you I will get it and we'll leave the prom early and you take me to a motel and bring lots of rubbers because, you get my cherry and boy, I want you so bad it hurts, I've been rubbing one out every night in the shower and you be in me fucking me with that gorgeous dick of yours, sucking on my tiddies, " and I leaned in and our lips touched and my mouth opened and my tongue darted out touching his lips. His mouth opened up and I made love to his mouth.

The teacher had been writing on the board, while most of the class watched us.

Finally, the teacher cleared his throat.

I said, "Mr. Jones we're going to the prom!"

The class erupted in applause and Mr. Jones rolled his eyes.

Our next class was together and we held hands as we walked slowly to the next class and we stopped outside and I said, "Lester I never will hurt you and I not lying when I said, I wanted you so bad it hurt."

He said, "I wanted you too, but I broke up with a girl at church two weeks ago."

"Why, " I asked.

"She's pregnant, by one of the assistant pastors, they've been carrying on for years."

"Why go out with you?"

He said, "So nobody would suspect her screwing him."

"I am sorry she hurt you, but your mine, okay?"

He said, "Cleo I'm a virgin too."

"I was thinking maybe we could teach each other, maybe you know, I get the rim tonight for sure, but then I still jerk your beautiful dick and kiss you, then we do prom too, baby, okay, "leaning into a kiss and he was all mine, he so strong, pressing my tiddies against him. My tiddies never seemed to stop growing, big soft round areolas with thick three quarter inch long nipples, I was wearing a double D-cup and I am spilling out of them. It's hard to ask white mother superior I need to buy new bras, 'cause my big soft jiggly tiddies are spilling out, when she don't got any tiddies at all, maybe a nipple.

Similarly my ass seems to be getting bigger and bigger, I split my practice uniform as I stole a ball in practice and drove for the layup. I was wearing these pink lacy panties underneath and this white girl who was six foot four was staring at my crotch which was those pink panties, biting her lips. She was in my three of my classes, Stella is her name and on my travel team, she's a big powerful woman, no girl now, she had hops and oh fuck she was into me and smiled at me. I smiled back at her and winked. Just her staring at me made me feel a buzz in my tummy. Oh boy, I could not deny it.

We met in the gym and I stretched and ran some lines to get loose and grabbed a ball and full court I dribbled and as I went up I tossed the ball off the glass, grabbed the rim with my right hand slammed the ball through with my left hand. I went up and kissed him.

I grabbed his hand we walked out of the gym and his Honda Pilot SUV was parked there, we got in the back and he closed the doors and I was kissing him and he pulled his jeans and boxers down without unbuttoning the pants and there was his beautiful dick, it was thick and straight at least at about six inches it bent down, I should have brought a ruler but he was long ten inches maybe more, didn't matter. I was kissing him and I had both hands around that beautiful dick, I spit on both hands and resumed jerking him off, he was moaning unable to kiss any more and it was natural as I bent over and took him into my mouth, my lips stretched around him, my red lipstick smeared on his dick, my tongue on the bottom of his shaft, my head bobbing, my pig tails flying around and then his hips thrust his dick down into my throat, deep into my throat as his balls pulsated on my chin as he kept cumming down my throat I pulled back so the head of his dick was in my mouth, spurting the salty, slimy cum, so much that it spilt onto my chin. I swallowed what was in my mouth, then scooped up what was on my chin and sucked my fingers cleaned staring into his eyes.

I said, "Baby I love the way you taste, I'm going to skip dinner tonight you filled my tummy up.

There was a Planned Parenthood four blocks from my dormitory and I'd filled out all of this stuff online, I was eighteen so no parent was needed and I was poor so I could come by and get three months of free birth control pills. I begged Stella to take me there at lunch, she had a Kia SUV.

She was kind of pouty on the way there and I said, "Hey big girl, I play for both teams, I was thinking I could come over tonight and we could study?"

She pulled over to the curve and was all over my tiddies and kissing my neck, biting my ear lobe, then she stuck her tongue in my ear while pulling on my tiddies and I flooded my panties, shuddering hard with the biggest orgasm and she held me and I melted into her still moaning and shaking.

We slowly kissed our lips and tongue so soft. I said, "When you looked at my panties last week I knew. I don't know if it's other women too, but I knew it was you. You made my tummy buzz, "then we were kissing it was so sweet. We made it to planned parenthood and the old white lady looked weirdly at us, because we were holding hands.

I said, "Please don't tell my boyfriend, he's got a nice dick and I need it badly, but Stella owns my, my, well me."

I got the pills and was admonished not to fuck without a rubber for a month. She said prophylactic, but it was rubber. Lester stole a bunch of magnum rubbers from this dad and when he plunged through my hymen it hurt so damn bad, which he was oblivious to me crying, but after a bit, he fucked me so hard and wouldn't stop, my very long legs were wrapped around his hips my feet locked and I had an enormous orgasm and shrieked with the pleasure.

He never got soft and finally when we could take the rubber off that beautiful dick, the feeling of his semen filling my womb up, was incredible. He destroyed my cervix only part of the way in. Three or four times a day, every day, my coach said, "Cleo you're bow legged, have you always been that way."

I blushed, yes we blush and my sperm donor was Hispanic and I was lighter skinned.

Anyway, one lunch period we were in the back of his Pilot and I was on top of him and I was on top of him and collapsed onto his chest and held on for dear life as he hammered into me. I was moaning and trying to hold on and he was such a strong man and it started to hurt and I screamed for him to stop and I hit him in the face and his nose was bleeding and I was sobbing.

He did stop and looked at me and was sad and confused and finally asked, "What did I do wrong?"

"I hurt, you fucked me too hard for too long, something is wrong, you broke something. Help me please, to get dressed and go find Stella."

She was close by and she took me to an urgent care and she helped me walk in as it hurt so bad, getting worse, an ache that went everywhere but mixed in with a sharp pain I touched my right foot down. There was a nurse and doctor available and I still had an AFDC card, even though I was eighteen. I was on my back my sweats were off and my feet were in stirrups.

I was bleeding. She was pushing these metal things into my cunt, spreading me open and I was so scared and it hurt so much and I was crying so hard.

She said, "Shush, you're going to be okay. I'm going to put a numbing agent, topical agent and an antibiotic too just to be safe."

"It hurts so bad, I want to be a mama, can I be a mama, oh God, I can't can I," then I burst into tears.

She pulled the thingies out of me then came up and pulled me into her and hugged me and rocked me. I stopped crying sort of, but I continued to snuffle and hiccup, while whimpering.

She said, "Your cervix is bruised and abrased, it should stop hurting shortly. Tell me what was going on."

We were in his SUV and I was on top, holding onto him, our chests together and Lester is six foot six and really, I mean his dick is really big and it bends about six inches. I was holding on and he was hammering me so hard and I came a bunch, but he wouldn't stop. Then it started to hurt and I shifted a little and it got worse and worse."

The nurse said, "When you say big what do you mean? You said it bent, how far before it bent?"

"Overall, "I said. "Twelve inches and it bents about half way. I can't get my hands around it when I'm sucking him off."

The nurse who was forty or so giggled.

The Doctor said, "I'm going to hospitalize you overnight at Emory University Hospital, just to make sure there's no further bleeding and we manage the pain for you. Can you give me your parent's phone number?"

"I am a functional orphan, I never knew my sperm donor and my mama is a ho. I have six half siblings. I've not seen nor heard from her in four plus years. I live in a dormitory at Pope Pius X High School. I am on birth control pills that I got from Planned Parenthood, my boyfriend Lester is a Division one basketball recruit at UNC Chapel Hill and we've been fucking like rabbits for three months. I will attend Albany State in the fall and play basketball as well. I don't love him, we're fuck buddies. He might be in love with me, but thinks with his dick and is not very smart. I'm in love with Stella, who brought me here. She will play basketball for the University of Alabama."

I continued, "Can Stella bring me to the hospital, my medical coverage is through AFDC and I don't know about more ambulances?"

The nurse left the room and the doctor said, "She can take you. Listen you're obviously talented athletically and academically, you don't have to be so active sexually, let it come to you. Ten years from now, who you want in your bed will be way different than what you want now."

I looked at her and sighed. Then I said, "I have been so alone, for so long. We had classes together, he is so fucking beautiful and I threw myself at him because I had such a crush on him then we started fucking and it was incredible. He's so strong and it's been really good, but he has no idea about love and I don't know if he ever will, in fact he doesn't love me or is incapable of love. Stella and I collided and when she looked at me my heart beat went nuts, she's tender and loving and I'm totally in love with her right now and I know I'm hers. I mean look at us. She is six foot four and so strong and pretty. We're going to different schools and already I'm starting to ache about that. I'm glad that Lester is moving away, some white girl or girls will be all over his dick and babies will be across the countryside."

Stella drove me to the hospital, which was a twenty minute drive and she walked me in and I was expected and they put me in a wheel chair and I was in a ward adjacent to the ICU area. It was a room with four beds and two of them were empty and there was a white woman on the opposite end of the room and there were these curtains hung from the ceiling. They pulled them closed around her early in the morning, waking me up.

I was intubated and they explained last night it was pain medication and the other was Pedialytes to rehydrate me. They brought in some breakfast, so I raised up the bed so I could sit upright and eat. My stomach was growling. Before I could start eating the Principal, a black lady who I'd never talked to and could not remember her name and a white woman who said she was the fucking Head Counselor were in my face.

I put some scrambled eggs on some toast and started nibbling and chewing on the eggs.

The principal said, "What do you have to say for yourself young lady, " with a humph to punctuate her question.

She said, "Explain yourself."

"I'm hungry. I had no dinner last night."

"You were having sex!"

I put the toast down, took a swig out of the milk carton, swallowed and looking at her directly in the eye, I said, "I am eighteen years old, legally an adult. I thought I was in love with my boyfriend, but I'm not. However, he has a very long, thick dick, twelve inches and it's bent. I was holding on for dear life, I have no idea how many orgasms I had, but it was quite a few."

I stopped and had some more milk and continued, "Because of both his size, stamina and self-absorption he bruised and abrased my cervix. If it's any consolation, I will never let him touch me again. I have no room in my life for a tool. Thank God I will be able to have children. He would make a terrible father. I have no room for idiots in my life. My mama and Meemaw are Hos. I have six step brothers and sisters. I will play basketball and get my degree. I'm not going to prom with Lester."

I picked up the toast and put some more eggs on it and a strip of bacon and started eating again, my stomach was still empty. They both stood there watching me and then the counselor who'd done nothing or rather said nothing to that point, is more accurate, "Do you think it appropriate that you come back to live in the dormitory, given your immoral behavior?"

Why wouldn't they let me eat. "I wanted this to go away and perhaps I was overly narrow in my description of the events, but given your remarks I will not protect a man that forced himself on me violently, who I had to physically fend off and I hit him in the face to stop him and his blood his on my blouse. Do you recall when my student editorial was published in the Journal Constitution? Their women's editor and I bonded. I'm going to study journalism at Albany State, I'm sure she will think this is a hard hitting story and Stella, really saved me from Lester, thank goodness for a witness and evidence for the Journal Constitution's piece. Please I'm really hungry could you stop harassing me? That would be a good part of my piece, "I paused, then continued, "Stella did you get all of that?"

Miracle upon miracle she was there and said, "Every last God Damned word, Mama and Mrs. Jackson were in the same sorority."

The principal recovered quickly and said, "I am so glad we were able to talk, we had not got the correct story from Lester. Can we give you a ride home to the dormitory this afternoon?"

I said, "No, but thank you for the offer. Stella and I are teammates. We won state last year."

Stella came in and hugged me and whispered, "Don't say anything, " and then Lester walked in with what I assumed were his parents, a tall distinguished looking and very rich black man and a very tall very white red headed woman who's distended belly announced the arrival of Lester's siblings. They all had this smarmy ass smile, except for the soon to be new mother. Both Lester and his dad were very dark."

So I let Lester have it, "Get the fuck away from me, you hurt me and I'm in the hospital because of you, I smashed your face and you bled on my blouse and would not stop. You are a self-centered, stupid fuck who I never ever want to see again. Do you understand me. You fucking lied about what happened to the principal and you know what I was published in the Journal Constitution and they will know about this. You should go. Quit smiling at me Mr. Jackson, I'm sure the apple didn't fall far from the tree. Go on, you all leave now and don't ever, ever come near me."

They walked away and I could hear the mother yelling at both of them. Stella came in and I hugged her and I cried and cried.

We won state again, but the boys did not. I did go to the prom with stella and two other of our team mates and we had dinner at Stella's home, where I was now living as I didn't feel safe at the dorm now.

Graduation was fun, but kind of empty. The reality of not having a family hit home, but Stella's family were nice. Her mom sat us down the week after graduation and so kindly said, "It is so obvious to anyone that looks at you two, that you're so in love with each other. I'm perfectly fine with it, be discrete who knows where you will be ten years from now. Hopefully dear, life long friends, like Mrs. Jackson and I are."

Stella was already shaking, so scared of what might come out of here mother's mouth. Both of us just stared at her our mouths wide open as if we were harvesting flies. At some point we were holding hands and I blurted, "When she looked me in the eyes, I knew. When we're not together I ache for her. She is so beautiful, I love her so much ma'am, I'm going to die in the fall. She's got my heart. I can hardly stand to be away from her when we have different classes and we're discrete at school, " and I just crumbled against Stella and wept.

Her mom's arms enveloped us, Stella was bawling too and she shushed us and patted our backs. I had crawled onto Stella's lap where I felt so safe in her arms. We must have fallen asleep, when Stella's mom woke us up and said, "Lunch time."

She was an incredible cook, baked bread and biscuits in the morning every day. Today she'd made pimento cheese spread on toast, cut into triangles with pickles on the side and chocolate milk. There was a pile of the sandwiches. We are eating and chattering together our shoulders touching, giggling at something Stella's mom said.

Then Stella put her sandwich down and said, "Thank you mama I love you so much."

Her mama teared up and she had a smiley frown. Then out of nowhere I blurted, "I never had a mama that loved me, I was just a paycheck. But I know if I had a mama as wonderful as you, I would be so safe and contented."

She came over and hugged both of us and said, "I would be proud to be your mama and see you all grown up, smart and beautiful, courageous and strong. Please call me mama."

I said, so quietly, "I love you mama."

But the summer went on and the dread inside me to the date Stella would leave built up. I was already on campus and working out for three hours a day with the basketball team. At the end of the practice Coach Stenman approached me and said, "Cleo could you go to the athletic director's office?"

"Did I do something wrong?"

She said, "Oh no, you should be playing for Alabama or Georgia, you're already the best player on the team."

I went to the office which was on the other side of the gyms. Dr. Kelly was there and smiled at me and gestured towards a chair. I sat down.

"Cleo are you familiar with our NIL program?"

I said, "Generally, yes but not specifically. It's the acronyms for Name Image Likeness right?"

She nodded yes and said, "Well Coach Stenman has been after us to complete this because she strongly believes you will leave in the transfer portal to Alabama, who've already been watching you in practice."

I was trying to figure out what was going on, Stella was at the University of Alabama. I had lost track of what she was saying, "I'm sorry ma'am could your repeat that, please?"

"No problem. Companies contribute money and you do appearances for them, public appearances, modelling, some streaming opportunities too."

"Streaming opportunities? What do you mean?"

"In your case one of the contributing companies is what is left of the old BET Network as well as the Atlanta Talent Agency. There are some large commercial real estate firms that want to do commercials with you on their public properties that will run on Braves, Hawks and Falcons broadcasts. Creative Artists Agency and obviously the big shoe company."

My heart was pounding now, I was thinking trying to remember tuition and books, food, dwelling and I was thinking maybe a hundred thousand dollars, which was insane it couldn't be that much. She kept on talking.

"Ma'am I'm sorry, I'm struggling to get focus without thinking, I define poor. So my head is spinning, could you please repeat yourself."

She said, "We're extremely happy to offer this to you, the gross amount is one point six seven million dollars. You will need to sign, but we want to do that live and there will be reporters."

All I could see was her lips moving and I heard nothing but roaring and I could not breathe, then I passed out."

End I found love part one.

Coming soon Part two, my own condo and many new relationships and playing on ESPN.