The Kindness of Strangers - Sex Stories

The Kindness of Strangers

... tell me of the accident. He hadn't stood a chance against an eighteen-wheeler on the interstate. Driving the car that was to be my graduation present back from the lot, police said he'd pulled out right into the path of the oncoming semi. Drunk, they said. Which admittedly didn't come as a surprise to anyone in the family.

Academically, I'd done pretty well in school. Dad always begrudgingly acknowledged that I'd inherited that from my mother's side of the family, and it was with his (and admittedly Mom's) encouragement that I applied for entry to a few universities that I admired. Attempting to major in the arts, a small college fund that Dad presented to me in my final year wouldn't go far in the elite schools I'd targeted, and therefore when offered part scholarships at three institutions, I was the first on Dad's side of the family that would seemingly attend college.

Unfortunately, none of them were in North Carolina.

Mom attended Dad's funeral and was even back the next month for my graduation. Why she was so attentive was a mystery, but in those few weeks, I saw more of her than I had in the last two or so years. Maybe she was feeling guilty about not being there during my formative years. I don't know. But I had to admit, when she was around, I found it harder to hate her than I did when she was across the other side of the country.

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'Made a decision yet Sugar?' Aunt Leticia questioned me as I sat at the dining table early in the evening, leafing ...

... through the college brochures laid out before me. Her eyes drifted between the Rhode Island School of Art pamphlet in my right hand, to the MIT booklet in my left.

'Narrowing it down,' I smiled as she sat across from me.

'Well, it's nice to be wanted,' she released a chuckle before stretching forward and tapping the glossy cover of my third option. 'And what about that?'

I looked down at the University of Southern California prospectus, and the acceptance letter for my scholarship slipped inside.

'Really?' I contradicted.

'It's close to yo momma!' Leticia posited.

'And therein lies the problem,' I laughed to which my aunt shook her head.

'You have to grow up sometime child,' she sighed and leaned back in her chair.

'What's that supposed to mean?' I was surprised at the statement and even caught a look of apprehension in Leticia's eyes as she seemed to reflect on what she'd said.

'Just, it's been nearly a month since yo daddy...' she left the sentence unfinished, again shaking her head.

'And?' I prompted her to reveal what was on her mind.

'You were always the bright one Oliver,' she once again stalled, looking down at the college documents. 'Talented too,' she added, no doubt referring to my artistic abilities. 'I just can't believe you can be that naïve,' she ended just as cryptically as she'd begun.

Confused, I dropped the brochures from my hands, collecting them all together in a pile.

'Aunt Leticia. What are you talking about?' I ...