BBC Over College: Shannon

When I was younger back in the 1980’s and 1990’s, I was a main attraction on the stages of the clubs in this area. One of the very few white girls who would dance where mostly black women would shake their tits. I made my bones though. Made them by sucking and fucking lots and lots of large black bones, before, after, and sometimes even during my shows. I even belong to the Queen of Spades club, with the black spade tattoo with the Q in the middle of it and everything on my left ankle.

At 5’6” 132 lbs. (although in my heyday I was a svelte 113 lbs.) milky white skin and long black hair down my back that I usually keep tied up in a ponytail I stand out in this place like a white goose feather in a pile of black ostrich plumes. My boobs are sizeable, not too big but not even close to small, and the rest of my figure has gotten nice and curvy as I’ve gotten older.

And that figure is accented greatly each day by a wardrobe that is sluttier than that of a common street walker. I don’t even own a pair of pants or any bras or panties at all and haven’t for years. Life has most definitely been interesting. A life that has been dedicated to black men and lots of them.

At the beginning it wasn’t what I had planned for my life though. Like most middle-class white girls growing up in the mid-west I was brought up with the focused direction and desire to be educated and well religious. My god-fearing parents were strict, at least they really thought they were. They sent me to parochial school which included Sundays and of course every summer there were bible camps. Religion never was my cup of tea but I went through it all for my parent’s sake, kept up the whole façade.

I was far from the prude that they always thought that I was though. I had boyfriends as early as eleven years old, and would sneak around with them every chance I got. I lost my virginity in 8th grade when I was fourteen and my boyfriend at the time Tommy and I fucked almost every other day for a good six months. My parents never knew They always thought that I was pure, a virgin. If either of them was still living today and had ever witnessed the woman that I grew to become though, it would have destroyed them. Fortunately, they both passed away in the first few years of it all after I left home for college.

When I finished the 12th grade back in early 1982, I was smart enough to secure myself a nice little college scholarship at a prestigious but lesser known Christian school. The only thing was it was located way down in Georgia. It took a lot of convincing but I finally got my parents to give me their permission to leave my hometown of Adams, Wisconsin.

At the time, I thought I really had achieved something, not knowing that Brewton Parker College was giving out scholarships like candy then because of an unusual membership drive. It didn’t matter either way because I only lasted eight months as a Brewton Parker Baron. I had with other things on my mind. Here is how it all began.

It was September 1982; a cool autumn day and the wind briskly blew the falling leaves across the sidewalk and into the grass and also out to the street. I clicked my boring black pumps against the pavement as I was walking home from my work as a cashier. This particular day I was especially happy because in less than a week’s time I would finally be starting my first year of college.

I had only been living in Mount Vernon, Georgia for about three weeks, and it took all the money that I had left in my savings account to get myself down here but I did it. I didn’t qualify for a dorm room at the college, so I got myself a nice little apartment and a swanky little cashier’s job at Dollar General to pay for the rent. Not too shabby for an independent midwestern girl who just turned eighteen.

I was planning on majoring in sociology and ever since BPC had accepted me it was all that I could think about. On this particular day I was wearing a white and black skirt and sweater set with solid white tights and the aforementioned black pumps. I was carrying a sociology text book that I just bought and was reading it during my lunch break that day.

Getting acclimated to the area proved to be an everyday learning experience. The way that I was walking home each day from work was now blocked by construction. So, I had to find a different way home. Somewhere along the line I ended up walking further away from my apartment and subsequently…I got lost. I ended up in an unused business district walking alongside a large un-mowed field that had a set of railroad tracks on the other side of it. The street was virtually vacant, and dusk was fast approaching.

All alone in an unknown town I started to get a little bit concerned about being out past dark. I saw a side street up ahead which would take me over the tracks and onto another main drag. Or so I thought. I decided to take that and get to the other side. There seemed to be more lights over there but it was just a fallacy. I ended up on a much darker road that didn’t have any houses or buildings, just the tracks on one side and woods on the other. Maybe if I walked a little faster I could get through it all.

It was starting to get a little chilly so I pulled my sweater a little more closed as I walked on. Up ahead I noticed a light that looked like a fire burning in the woods. As I got closer to it, I saw that it was indeed a fire and there was three African American men standing around it. ‘Just what I need’ I thought to myself, ‘lost and alone in the middle of nowhere and I come across thugs’. It didn’t take long for them to notice me either and one of them smiled and started to walk out towards me on the road.

Lucas: “Heeeey baby? What’s you doin’ out here all by your lonesome?”

I tried to ignore him. I continued to walk and kept a wide distance trying to get around him. The man got closer to me and now was standing about twenty feet in front of me on the road causing me to stop walking altogether. This was a pivotal point of my youth. I suppose that you could argue that if I had just turned around and walked away from him maybe my life would have gone down a different path. Or maybe they would have chased me, I mean how was I to know what was going to happen here.

Years later in hindsight I dispute the notion that anything different from what was about to happen was never going to. I’m a firm believer in destiny and I believe that BBC was going to be a big part of me sooner or later. That big bright smile on his face made him look kind of cute. Very tall, very fit, and his black skin was a nice mocha color, not too light not too dark. He looked like he was waiting for an answer to his question….so, I answered him.

Shannon: “I’m just trying to get home. I just moved here from Wisconsin and I think…no, I know that I’m lost. Can either of you tell me where Connell Street is?”

The other two black men now were in the street too standing beside the other man. The three of them looked to be in their late twenties or at least in their thirties. All three were easily over six feet tall and much taller than my tiny 5’6” frame.

Andrew: “Wisconsin? They just LOVE ‘packers’ up there. You know, football?”

Not getting the football double entendre I just stood there smiling.

Shannon: “Yes, Wisconsin. I don’t follow sports though.”

Red: “Girl you about clear across town from Connell Street.”

Clear across town? Had I really been walking that long? I didn’t think so but not knowing much about the town, I took his words as gospel.

Shannon: “Wow! Across town? How on earth did I get this far?”

Red: “I don’t know how, just telling you that you is…. Fuck this shit I’m cold! You motherfuckers wanna stand out here flapping with this little white bitch go right ahead!”

I stood there surprised by Red’s blunt language as he stormed back towards the fire followed by Andrew. Lucas was still smiling and decided to offer me some comfort.

Shannon: “I’m sorry. Was it something I said? I didn’t mean to offend anyone.”

Lucas: “Naw Red’s just a chronic asshole. Lookit, it’s cold out and you really shouldn’t be walkin’ out here alone in the dark. Why don’t you come over by the fire for a bit and get yourself warmed up a bit? And maybe we can figure out a way to help you out.”

I didn’t know if I should trust them. The facts though were that I WAS cold and the fire looked very inviting. Maybe I could stand by it for a few minutes and then I could find a way to call a cab or one of these three men had a car or something. I accepted his offer with a smile.

Shannon: “Okay, maybe for a little bit. It IS a chilly night. My name is Shannon by the way.”

Lucas: “What a pretty name. My name is Lucas, and that over there is Andrew, and that old mad motherfucker over there is Red.”

Red: “Hey man fuck you Lucas! Don’t piss me off now! You dig?”

Lucas: “Take it easy nigga, everything’s cool!”

I followed Lucas to the fire and shook all of their hands. The fire was burning in an old black oil drum that was cut in half the longways and was filled with branches and leaves and other kindling from the surrounding woods. From this vantagepoint the road that I just left was barely visible which made me think that if there wasn’t a fire burning I probably wouldn’t have seen these men standing here. Lucas was a smooth talker.