Spice of Life Ch. 01

I'd started this a little over a year ago and had been posting each chapter on reddit. I started it originally because I couldn't find any good bleached stories, but slowly I've been falling in love with the journey I have been creating. I hope you all do too!

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Have you ever thought life was strange? I don't mean anything philosophical like 'are we alone?' or belief in the supernatural. With all the hate happening on the news and shown in media you'd expect everyone to be the same; hateful, spiteful and just plain cruel. Somehow though that hateful nature nurtures a love of its own. Take my own family for instance. Uncle Byron Ventier had separated himself from the rest of the family years ago to travel the world, to learn and enjoy what everyone and everything has to offer.

Selfish. Hedonistic. Asinine. All of these were used to describe him throughout life even while he became successful as a cook. By the time he came back to the states he'd established a name for himself in the culinary limelight! What was my family's response you might ask? They demanded that he give fifty percent of his earnings as 'emotional compensation'. Nothing but entitled nonsense.

He'd inspired me to do the same as him when I was younger. The only difference was I didn't have the means to travel so I'd decided to learn from him personally. Every chance I had I'd drop by to visit, learn from him and just hang around him. Hate and spite may have been his environment, but he was the most caring person to exist!

Nobody expected the day when he'd pass on. After the funeral his attorney, William Matteson, sat us all down to discuss uncle Byron's will. Minutes stretched to hours and the tension grew until it boiled over into screams of rage from the others. Its safe to say that the animosity everyone had towards him was redirected at me as the attorney read off my name as being the sole beneficiary.

It took far longer than I thought to let everything sink in mentally before I arrived at Byron's home, my new home. It was already winter with a fresh blanket of snow on the ground, a shiver going through my body as the wind kicked up a small flurry. My eyes gazed upon the familiar sight. A sense of nostalgia washing over me as memories threatened my resolve to take another step forward. I'd waited long enough to address everything and there was no turning back now! The attorney was waiting for me at the front door with some files and a set of keys.

William, having been a close friend of Byron's, had been a constant in his life to the point of being like family to him. He'd been a confidant to him in many things about his life and seeing him around here made things feel a bit more like home. He was an older man in his fifties, his skin slightly tanned from the amount of time he spends in the sun. At around five foot eleven inches he may stand a hair shorter than me, but you'd be surprised at how lean he is beneath the business attire.

"Mr. Ventier. It's good to see you again." He nodded his acknowledgement as I walked up the steps in a pair of jeans and a heavy jacket. I shook his hand firmly, offering a soft smile before stuffing my hands in my jacket pockets. "I won't take up too much of your time, but I'd like to go over a few last-minute items if I may?"

With that he unlocked the door to the vacant home and we stepped inside. The dreary atmosphere of the foyer dampened my mood even with the fond memories I had flooding back to me. With my shoes and jacket off the two of us made our way to the spacious kitchen, a place that had the greatest impact on my life.

"Your uncle wanted me to ensure that some hired help was employed to keep the home tidy. I wanted to speak with you on the matter since it'll be your home and-"

I'd shake my head gently and turn to meet his gaze, "I trust your judgement on this. You knew him as well as I did and way longer so I'll take whoever you send." A soft chuckle came from William at my words as if he heard an inside joke.

"You two really were alike; so laid back, so open-minded and free." He trailed off and stared out into the living room, "I have a question for you. Not the legal sort, but more of a personal one if you don't mind." With a raised brow on my face he continued, "Do you have yourself a partner? Its none of my business, but with how big this place is it wouldn't hurt to have someone else around."

I chewed on that question for a while. I hadn't been with anyone for over a year and a half and he had a point.

"Nah. I don't have anyone like that in my life William. Who knows? I might find someone to bring home one day. Right now though I just want some food." I laughed as I felt my stomach grumble. William smirked at that.

"Then I think you'll be more than glad to know that as one last order of business I'd restocked the pantries and refrigerators so you can cook whenever you need!" The wall-mounted clock chimed, letting us know how late it was as he went wide eyed, "Shit! I have to get going. My wife's been planning a dinner and if I'm late I'll never hear the end of it."

"Better get going then. Snow's about be coming down hard soon and we wouldn't want her to be worrying." I paused, letting him stretch for a moment, "Or kicking your ass." I added with a mischievous chuckle. With that he scoffed and walked out, leaving me to my own devices in the house with my thoughts. The only sound over the silence I could hear was my own rumbling stomach, a sound I'd grown all too familiar with.

Even with everything in the house cooking just didn't sound good to me. Taking out my phone I'd pull up the app for Domino's and set up an order for a pepperoni pan pizza, nothing special but it sounded good. Delivery said it'd be about thirty-five minutes so I made my way upstairs to the ensuite master bathroom, the porcelain white tile floor as clean as ever paired well with the macaroon cream walls. A garden bathtub sat beneath a frosted glass window at the south wall that looked out to the backyard, a spacious standing shower greeting me on the left-hand side as I walk in a his and hers vanity on the western wall.

A burgundy hand towel was hung on the right side with a bottle of vanilla scented hand soap next to the sink. A single apple cinnamon candle sat unlit between the two sinks with a small stack of washcloths. Looking in the vanity mirror I saw that I was a bit on the disheveled side. My chocolate-cherry brown hair was longer than I used to have it when I was younger almost like a mop-top while slightly longer in the back, my cocoa eyes hiding bags underneath from running myself ragged.

With some stubble along my features I had to admit I looked a mess, but it wasn't entirely bad; I liked who I've become. I'd make my way over to the glass door of the shower and reach inside to turn on the water, watching it rain down from the showerhead. The sound of the water cascading against the floor was so soothing like a steady rain in the spring.

Slowly I began to take off my clothes starting my shirt, exposing my toned belly to the cool air. I wasn't ripped like a lot of guys, but I did make sure to work out even with everything I cook and eat. With my jeans and boxers joining my shirt on the ground my body was on full display, my flaccid length reaching down a quarter of the way of my thick thigh. Back in high school I'd gotten a lot of chiding comments on my physique since my legs were stronger than my arms, but it did do me some good with running track.

The spray felt amazing against my skin as I took that first step beneath it, luxuriating in the heat of the water. Lathering my body I couldn't help but sigh in contentment, the thoughts of yesterday feeling like a distant memory in the thickening steam. The longer I stayed here the more my muscles relaxed, the scent of the star apple and hibiscus body wash a pleasant treat for my senses.

Soon enough I was out of the shower, dried off and fully clothed in a clean, plain black shirt and grey sweatpants. Even though it had only been a little more than fifteen minutes the sun was already sinking beyond the horizon to herald the early night of winter. Time flies by fast and apparently so do the cooks over at Domino's since the delivery time updated to being five minutes away!

William said he restocked the kitchen and, knowing how he and my uncle thought, that meant there were water bottles. The minute I grabbed one the doorbell rang and my stomach growled at the prospect of the cheesy goodness on the other side of the door. What I wasn't expecting on the other side was the girl on the other side. Holding my pizza was a dark-skinned girl standing a head shorter than myself, a white coat hugging her upper body tightly paired with the dark blue of her jeans did wonders to accentuate the contrast of her dark chocolate skin.

I could tell she was equally as exhausted as I had been with how she stood with the bag holding my food, her car idling in the driveway to stay warm. She looked at me with a forced smile as she began to open the bag that held my dinner, "One pepperoni pan pizza for an Ethan Ventier?" She gave me quizzical look as if seeing me here wasn't at all what she expected.

"Yeah, that's me." I held out my hands with a raised brow. She studied the home behind me and gave an almost condescending smirk as she put the pizza in my hands.

"Never would've thought a white boy would have a place like this." She said as she stepped back and muttered something under her breath. My eyes widened for a split second at her comment and the only thing I could think to do was shrug it off. Guess it was time I got used to this kind of thing after all. The more I looked at her the more she felt familiar somehow, but I couldn't put my finger on where I would've seen her.

Behind her the car she drove here in sputtered and the engine died out, the girl's eyes like saucers filled with fear and anger. "No. No, no NO!" She screamed as she turned around and rushed to her car, "Mother fucker! This can't be happening right now!" She opened up the driver's side door and it made a disgusting metal squeak that showed more than its age. From here I could see very little of the interior of the aged mechanical beast, but I could tell there was quite a lot cluttered in the back seat.

Putting the pizza on the ground carefully I made my way over to the car, my bare feet meeting the chill of the snow on the ground with each step. I could hear the frustrated groans of the girl more clearly as she leaned into the back seat from the front, her ass being hugged in the most delicious way by her jeans collecting a light blanket of snow flakes.

"Got some car trouble?" The question was unnecessary, but it was an easy way to get her attention. She pulled herself out from her car and stood up straight with a huff, I could see her hair kept in what remained of a messy ponytail whip around briefly.

"It's a lot more than that!" She shrieked. "My whole life is in that car and now..." I could see her fighting back tears and I stepped aside, gesturing to the house, "You've got a lot going on. You can come inside if you want." My eyes met hers as I added playfully with a grin, "If you can slum it with a white boy for a while."

I couldn't tell what was going through her mind with my back turned to her, but I could tell she was following behind me even when I bent over to pick up the pizza and walk inside. The audible shiver she gave was testimony enough to her being in the cold so often and brought a scowl to my face. She really had been living out of that car.

Realization dawned on me; I'd forgotten I had the water bottle in my hand! I turned to offer it to the girl and I couldn't believe my eyes. With her coat off I finally recognized her! Back in high school she'd been on the track team alongside myself, giving each other a run for our money sometimes literally. We were gym buddies both during class and outside, pushing each other and listening to whatever either of us had something on our minds.

At some point in senior year her family had moved out of the blue and I hadn't heard from her since then. That is, until now that she's in my house wearing an old Metallica shirt that was just small enough on her to be called a crop top, her hair having grown considerably longer with the ends being delightfully wavy. I held out the water bottle with a soft smile, my gaze rising to meet hers.

"You look like hell, Ness." I spoke with a playful, soft tone. "It's been way too long since I've seen you." The tears she'd been holding back started to run down her cheeks like little rivers, quiet sobbing coming from her. A look of recognition, relief and a slew of other emotions joined the flood of tears as she openly cries in front of me.

"Y-you... It's really.." she started through her tearful sobs, "I... I never thought I'd see you." She wiped her eyes with her arm, her smile slowly returning as she grabbed the bottle from my hand and drank nearly half of it in one go, "I'm sorry. I just.. With everything that happened I didn't expect to see you here. What are you doing here anyway?"

A chuckle escaped my lips as I carried the pizza over to the living room and sat on the couch, recounting everything from high school to Byron's death as much as I could while we both ate. In turn she'd told me everything as well; about how her family moved to help her dad get settled into a better job in the city before he passed, how her younger brother became big with a group of streamers before moving out and of course her past relationships.

"Ugh! Don't get me started on them! The last guy I was with was a complete prick and dipped out a few months back." She groaned in frustration, her hands balled up into tight fists at the memory, "Told him my period was late and I was a little on edge. Next day he's up and out of the apartment before I even wake up. Been living out of my car ever since but now-" She sighed in defeat and rubbed her face with her left hand.

Listening to her I couldn't help but feel my own emotions well up inside me; sadness and sympathy towards her situation especially after hearing her dad died. Irritation and anger towards the ass who left Vanessa hanging dry just because the idea of responsibility made him run with his tail between his legs. Yet here I am sitting here with a sense of happiness at getting to see her again. She may be a bit thicker than she was eight years ago, but she was thick in the best places especially her thighs, ass and her breasts.

"It's always been like that. Every time I'm with a black guy he disappears like a damned magician." She said as she sat up. My right eyebrow quirked in curiosity at her oddly specific wording and she must've noticed with her lips curling into a little smirk and letting out a short chuckle at my expense, "But I never had a white boy want me either."

I looked into those dark eyes of hers drawing me in like a tantalizing abyss, a hint of strawberries wafting from her to grace my nostrils and making my mouth water. My heart started to race at the thoughts in my mind, "You really think that? You seriously think not a single white guy ever wanted you?"

Her smirk grew more playful as she turned to fully face me, her shirt sliding up her midriff slightly and barely containing her breasts, "If there was one out there I doubt he could handle me. I speak my mind, I'm out-going," her eyes crinkled with her smile now "And I don't think they could keep up with me."

My right eye twitched at her blatant challenge. She'd always done these kinds of things only this time she wanted more from me. I could feel my own lips twist into a grin as my right hand reached out to caress her cheek teasingly, tracing along her jawline as I went in to kiss those full lips of hers. There wasn't a single sign of hesitation as we sat there on the couch indulging in our lip-lock like a couple of heat-stricken animals with my right hand tracing its way around to the back of her head to pull her deeper into the kiss, my left hand's nails gliding along her exposed side and eliciting a moan from Ness.

Her own long, ebony arms wrapped around my back to pull me against her, nearly crushing her generous mounds against my chest. Her lips parted, a hot breathy moan washing over my lips before diving in to taste me once more. Our hands explored each other truly for the first time before my own came to rest on her plump ass and give it a firm squeeze through her jeans.

She cooed out her approval as she leaned back in my grasp, her hands sliding down from her breasts to lift her shirt up and over her head, giving me a first-hand look at the treasures she'd been hiding until now. The dark hills in my vision made the most gorgeous bust I'd seen by far, the areolas darker still and the size of half dollars with nipples that begged for my attention. My gaze met hers as my lips wrapped around her right tit, my left arm wrapping around her to hoist her up further while my right hand gently grasped her side, digging my fingers into her supple flesh.

Vanessa let out a gasp, her eyes widening at my efforts before moaning at the feel of my lips around her nipple. I could feel her fingers running through my hair, nails scraping gently against my scalp as she began to grind against me. I heard her squeak at something, but I was too enraptured in my task of suckling on her tit flesh. Alternating between playful nips and kisses I'd take in as much as I could into my mouth, my tongue dancing around her as my right hand came to squeeze her neglected orb.

"Ahh don't tell me that's all you're going to do, white boy. I thought you wanted me!" She spat out in a ragged breath. I pulled away from her bosom, both hands coming to grab her by her ass and lift her as I stood up. Looking her in the eyes I spoke in a low, calm tone.

"You, little girl, need an attitude adjustment." I could feel my hardened length straining against my sweatpants as I lowered her to the floor on her knees, my gaze never drifting from her. From where she sat, she looked helpless, like cornered prey waiting to be taken. It was taking every ounce of self-control not to just pin her to the floor and plow her, but I was determined to meet her challenge, to show her I meant to make her mine. "Take it out, slut."

She bit her lower lip as her right hand came to my waistband and reached inside to fish out my length, her body freezing as she grasped my rod. "There's no fucking way this is real-! Your dick can't be this huge!" Her voice was trembling as she spoke, her hand stroking me slowly within my pants even at the shock she had been feeling. Soon she'd pull my pants down along my thighs and expose my ivory pole to the air, her eyes the biggest I'd seen as she sat there beneath me. For a minute I thought she was about to faint as she just stared at my cock with a look of fear and arousal.

My left hand reached down to rub her cheek and she jumped at my touch, letting out a squeak of surprise. "You can back out if you want, Nessa. I won't make-" Whatever I was about to say was halted as her lips wrapped around my shaft and she began to bob along a portion of my length, her tongue lathering the underside. Soon her left hand was around the base of my cock stroking the exposed length as her right hand undid her jeans to slip a hand into her panties to rub her slit. She closed her eyes, her muffled moans mixing with my own, her cheeks hollowing around me as she fed herself more of my cock until I hit the back of her throat.

She gagged at the feel of my bulbous head knock at the entrance of her throat and teared up before pulling away, gasping for air. I reached out once more with my left hand and grasped a handful of her hair, pulling her back to my raging hard-on and thrusting into her mouth hard and fast. The sloppy sounds of her mouth working my pole were like the start of our own personal symphony, one I intended to make her sing soprano until her throat was hoarse.

I pulled her away from me with a groan and panted gently, watching her sputter and take in the air around her. Her ponytail came undone and her hair was everywhere, her face a mess of saliva and precum as she panted on her knees. Kicking off my pants I didn't give her much time to think before picking her up and putting her over my left shoulder to carry her upstairs. My right hand came down to smack her ass hard, "I'm going to show you your place in my house, you little chocolate whore. I kept pace with you, endured all your teasing and that damned name you keep calling me-."

"You mean white boy?" She asked coyly. Another swat to her ass as I carried her up the steps was rewarded with a low moan and a giggle,

"To one day make you mine!" I finished as I threw her onto the bed, my face flushed from exertion and emotion. She raised herself up onto her elbows and sighed in satisfaction as she watched me take off my shirt. My hands were soon on her hips as I leaned over her to kiss her roughly, our tongues dancing in her mouth while I tugged her jeans and panties down her legs. The stark contrast between her dark chocolate skin and my white skin was as exotic a sight as it was a sensation, my eyes couldn't get enough of the sight of her.

"Make me forget about those black guys, Ethan." She said almost pleadingly, her legs spreading out beneath me, "Make me a slut for white cock! For your white cock, white boy!"

When she said that something clicked in my head and as my right hand lined up my cock with her slit my left hand grabbed her throat and squeezed as I unceremoniously thrust into her depths. Our moans mixed in the sweet air as I began to plumb her depths, her walls gripping my shaft tightly as I looked down at her. "Mmm fuck you're a tight fit! You sure they even fucked you?"

Her arms wrapped around my back, nails clawing at my back as I fed more and more of my cock into her soaked snatch, her legs wrapping around the small of my back. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the bedroom, melding with the sounds of our animalistic moans and grunts. This wasn't just us making love or rutting like animals. We were letting every frustration, every pain and sadness we bottled up over the years break free between us to find peace.

Her voice came in a shrill shriek as she stiffened up beneath me, her pussy clenching tightly around my shaft as she came for the first time tonight. I couldn't help but moan against her ear as my cock continued to pound into her relentlessly, the feel of her sweat coated body against my own driving me to further heights of ecstasy. Soon I'd pull out from her sopping hole and flip her onto her stomach, my right hand crashing down against her plump rear.

"Get your ass up, bitch!" I yelled out. Catching a glimpse of her face as she looked back at me I could tell she enjoyed this as much as I was. Vanessa rose to shaky hands and knees, wiggling her ass back at me teasingly.

"Fuck me! I want you to fucking bleach my pussy!!" She demanded. Not one to waste any time I thrust back inside her, feeling her brace herself for the imminent impact of my hips against her ass. Switching between rapid, shallow thrusts and deep, deliberate thrust I'd find myself with my left hand pinning her screaming head to the pillows. My right hand snaked around to strum her clit, her back arching from the pleasure I forced through her as she came around me again.

My balls started to ache with the burning need for release as I hammered into her with every ounce of strength I had.

"Ness! I'm cumming!" I cried out as I slammed into her one last time, feeling rope after rope of white hot cum pump into her pussy. Her screams renewed as the heat of my own orgasm triggered one of her own, her body collapsing onto the bed with me on top of her. My chest burned like I'd been running a marathon with her and a tired smile crept across my lips as I kissed her neck gently.

My arms wrapped around her body and held against me, nuzzling up against her overstimulated form; the noises she made in place of words were adorable in their own way. In that warm embrace this winter night an odd sort of love was made from a hateful concept, one that suits us both even as we drifted off to sleep.

I awoke the next morning to see the clock read 5:30 in the morning, a quiet groan escaping my lips. The sounds of Vanessa's gentle breathing brought on a warm feeling; her nude form nestled up close to me in an attempt to keep me nearby even in her sleep. I carefully pulled myself away from her and crept downstairs to the kitchen, pulling everything from eggs, bacon, sausage links and every other breakfast food and other ingredients I could think of to start cooking.

Throughout my time cooking my thoughts started to sort themselves out. The house wasn't as empty anymore, Vanessa's more than safe now and I didn't have a care in the world. French toast, scrambled eggs, pancakes, maple bacon and sausage links sat upon two plates in my hands almost an hour later and I carried them upstairs to the bedroom.

To my surprise Vanessa was awake and sitting up, her hand wiping the sleep away from her eyes before a look of shock appeared on her. "You... Actually I'm not even going to question it anymore." She said, a genuine smile replacing her shock, "You meant every word, white boy. You better be prepared cause you're stuck with me!" I chuckled as I thought to myself.

Variety is the spice of life both with food and skin color.