synopsis: your parents hired a new pool boy.
jackie jackson x black!reader
warning(s): oral, getting dih down, sneaking around, jackie call reader โmamaโ and โbaby dollโ , fingering, slow burn, touching, MDNI
the summer of 1976 beamed with heat and possibility in the backyard of your parentโs house. your father, a successful banker, had just hired a new pool boy to keep the olympic- sized pool maintained, while your father and mother handled their busy schedules. you were home from college, spelman to be exact, you were quick to enjoy the luxury of the the estate and take a break from the stress of school and the pink and green, glamour from the AKAs . the first time you saw jackie, you were lounging on the shaded patio in a bikini, a book open but unread in your lap.
jackie had arrived in a simple white tank top and shorts, tools in a bag and already wiping his head due to the early morning sun. your father had called your name to meet the young man. you were irritated that your alone time was interrupted but was curious to meet whoever ther person your father wanted you to meet.
your father introduced him briefly. โjackie, this is our daughter. sheโll be around, donโt let her distract you.โ your dad chuckled, but jackieโs gaze fell upon you for a long second. you began to get familiar with his appearance, twenty-five, tall and lean-muscled from physical work, with smooth brown skin, a neat afro, and warm, expressive eyes that seemed to see right through and his lips were full and pink, like they screamed โcome kiss meโ
you offered him a polite smile and looked away, but the image of him lingering in your brain.
your thoughts clouded you.
heโs got no business looking that good. those armsโฆ girl, get a grip. he works for daddy.
his thoughts clouded his brain as well.
sheโs stunning. that rich brown skin, those curvesโฆ keep it professional, man. Itโs just a job.
the days that followed, started innocently. mornings, you would bring freshly squeezed lemonade to jackie, taking paused to notice his shirtless figure, more so staring at his toned chest followed with his chiseled abs. jackie would pause his skimming or chemical checks , noticing your manners and thank you with a low, smooth voice. โappreciate you, mama.โ his eyes tracing your figure, before taking a sip of the sour, sweet lemonade, eyes not leaving yours as he gulped down the liquid, some trickling down his neck and onto his warm chest.
you coughed. โyouโre welcomeโ
that day, you quickly got the cup back from him and scurried off to you room. you window faced the backyard, which meant you could take peaks at jackie any time you wanted, which was very frequent. sometimes you would even lounge while he is working, dressed in a skimpy one piece while โreadingโ a book. you would feel jackieโs gaze on you all the time, it made you nervous even though you set everything up on purpose.
at night, alone in your bedroom with the breeze cracking through your half-opened window, thoughts of him consumed you. sometimes, you would lay in your pajamas just frustrated that you couldnโt go to sleep because your mind wasnโt ready yet. youโd slip the panties from underneath your silk nightgown, own your soft legs and let them fall on the floor. fingers circling your clit slowly, teasing, as you imagined his strong, veiny hands, gripping your thighs. you picture him finishing a hard day of work and entering your house, going straight upstairs to your room to fuck you. your breath would hitch, back arching off the sheets as you slid a finger in yourself, then two, pumping in rhythm as your thoughts fueled your mission. soft moans escapes your lips and into your palm, trying not to wake your parents down the hall. you release came in waves, leaving you flushed and aching, whispering his name in your pillow. it was never enough for you, you had to have him.
weeks passed like this, you having a encounter with jackie and you touching yourself to him each night. you started to chose to wear shorter dresses or short shorts and halter tops when you knew he would be working, pretending not to notice his stare. one humid afternoon, while your mother was inside, jackie brushed your arm โaccidentallyโ while handing back another glass of lemonade. the touch was electric and lingered. โsorry, mama.โ he muttered, voice low and sweet like he had described all his brotherโs voice to be like, saying they get it from their mother.
you smiled shyly. โno harm.โ your heat raced as you, yet again, scurried off to you room, already planning tonightโs fantasy.
each day became thrilling and seemed to build up as both of you were going crazy. your parents were constantly around because of brunches and evening guests, so everything stay subtle: shared smiles, quick conversations when no one was around. one late afternoon, whirl your father was inside his study, jackie thought it was a good time to talk to you. you were outside, like usual, just soaking in the heat and playing with the sleeves of the dress you hated but your mom made your wear for the house gathering that was currently in session.
you didnโt notice jackie at first, but did feel a presence. โhaving a good time, mama?โ
there it goes again. that name that made you weak in the knees. mama.
you turned around, snorting at his question. โas much fun a girl can have during a event like this.โ jackie stepped closer, chest inches away from yours. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, as you turned to see if anyone else was able to see the both of you.
when you realized you two were alone, you stepped closer. โbeen thinking about your smile more than I should.โ jackie confessed, softly, eyes dark with want.
before you could respond, the voice of your mother calling you inside broke the moment. you retreated indoors, pulse pounding, fingers already itching for relief later.
the tension built like a slow, shimmering groove, flirtation, restraint, and mutual hunger. jackie timed his breaks when you were outside. you brought him small snacks, fingers brushing deliberately against his long ones, sending sparks up your arm. heโd compliment the way the sun flushed against your skin, youโd laugh and swat in response which made him want you more. youโd catch him watching your swim laps, jaw clenched with barely held control.
then, one warm evening at dinner, your father announced casually, โyour mother and I are off to Hawaii for a week. some business, some relaxation. jackie will handle the pool as usual. the house is yours, just behave yourself.โ your mother nodded approvingly. you kept your expressions neutral, but heat flooded your body. jackie, dropping off supplies before leaving for the day, caught your eye through the patio doors. his look was dark, full of promise.
the morning their car pulled away, the estate felt alive with possibility. jackie arrived at his usual time, but there were no tools in hand today. you waited on the lounge chair, next to the pool , in a vibrant red bikini that hugged your full curves and deep brown skin, heart hammering as he approached.
โfinally alone, pretty mama.โ he says, voice rough with weeks of restraint and frustration. he closed the distance and cupped your face, kissing you slow at first, soft, full lips exploring and savoring your taste. it deepened when you gripped his shirt, tightly as your tongue meet his, arms pulling your body flush against his. you felt him hardening against your thigh, and a moan slipped out.
jackie lifted you off the chair, making you squeal. he guided you into the house, placing you on the couch. he peeled your bikini top down reverently, mouth descending to your breasts, tongue lavishing attention on your dark nipples until they tightened. โsuch a pretty thang, are ya?โ he whispered against your skin. his hand slipped into your bikini bottoms, fingers stroking your slick folds before sliding his, thick fingers inside your cunt.
first one, then two and curling them perfectly while his thumb worked your clit. the pleasure built deliberately, all that slow-burn tension unraveling under his touch.
โshit, jackie. mmm.โ you cried.
you came hard, shuddering against him , tears slipping down your cheeks. jackie popped his fingers out your soaked pussy before lifting them to his lips, licking them clean.
only then did he shed his clothes, revealing his warm abs and veiny thick, hard cock. you stroked him slowly, relishing the heat, before he settled between your thighs. he pushed in inch by inch, stretching you out deliciously, both of you groaning. โyou feel perfect, baby doll,โ he breathed, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that built gradually, slow thrusts turning harder, faster.
you wrapped your legs around him, nails on his back as he drove deeper. โyes jack- jackie please. uhhmhm.โ
he flipped you onto hands and knees, gripping your hips and taking you from behind with one hand reaching around to rub your clit. the air from the cracked windows, the slaps of skin, your mingled sounds, it was everything youโd imagined and more.
you both started to get close. โcome on, baby doll. let it happen.โ he cooed, rocking into you with vigor. you squeezed the cushions between your fingers as you got closer to your end.
You eventually reached your end. โmโcummin oh my god- jackie. mmmm oh mโcummin ahhh!.โ you came again, clenching around him, and jackie followed with a deep groan of your name, spilling hot inside you.
you collapsed together, tangled and breathless into the damp couch. jackie kissed your shoulder, already stirring against you. โ cโmere, lemme hold you a minute, mama.โ
you smiled lazily, pulling him in for another kiss before slipping in his strong arms. โyou know youโre my girl now, huh?โ he grinned, sly and slightly tired.
you chuckled. โ whew, you somethinโ else.โ
