First Time at a Funeral“Gail! Do you remember me,” the six foot, blue-black man asked the woman dressed in a dark suit and light purple blouse with a clerical collar.The minister crinkled her nose as she attempted to place a name to this man. “I uh…”“Don’t worry about it. I know you got a lot going on and all with losing Gene and all. I’m Daryle Wooden. I was Gene’s classmate at Westmont.”“Yes,” the medium-brown woman with the blonde-streaked French twist hairdo said. “I remember you. You’re KeKe’s older brother,” her face looked delighted.“Yeah! Yeah! That’s me.”“Thank you for coming!”“I wouldn’t miss it for the world. Gene was a real stand up guy!”“Thank you! He was!”“Is this your daughter,” Daryle asked.“Uh. Um. No. This is my niece. I don’t have any k**s.”“Hi there,” he smiled warmly and extended a hand. “Sorry for your loss. I’m Daryle.”“Thank you, Daryle. I’m Lonna.”“Which one do you belong to?”“My mom was LaTonya.”“Oh yeah. The baby. I’m sorry.”“Yeah!”“Well, I’ll catch up with y’all after the service.”“Thanks, Daryle.”Gail Cannon turned to her niece and said, “I should’ve recognized him. He basically looks the same, but I’ve been away thirty years so I don’t place faces all the time.”“It’s cool, Auntie. You knew his sister pretty well?”“Yeah. The Woodens lived a few doors down from us. They had five k**s and we had seven. No other families were as big as ours. But your mom and I used to play dolls with KeKe.”“Nice.”The director announced it was time for everyone to line up. Lonna took a deep breath and stretched her toes. No one could tell because the woman with a glistening, cool, brownish yellow complexion had a pair of crimson pumps covering her feet. As the procession moved slowly towards the casket, she stepped with grace. Her svelte silhouette was hugged by a scoop-neck, belted black sheath dress that stopped just above her knees. She had her long jet black and caramel brown micro braids pulled back into a low ponytail. Atop the crown of her head, she wore a dainty black fascinator with decorative plumage.The service was beautiful. It was a true celebration of Gene Cannon’s life. Not only were Gene’s two sons, two daughters-in-law and three grandc***dren present, but there were also a host of extended family and friends. Of special prominence was Clayton Moses – the man with whom Gene had spent the past thirty-eight years of his life.Lonna had always known Uncle Gene and Uncle Clayton as a couple. She drew particular inspiration from the two African-American men as she went along her own journey to self-acceptance. The pair had been particularly supportive after her mother succumbed to Lupus and also when she announced her intention to transition from male to female.Lonna learned that Gene had touched many lives in his community based on the remarks given by various neighbors and letters of condolence that had been written by the mayor, a state legislator & the director of the local United Way. She’d had no idea that Gene and Clayton were so well integrated into their overwhelmingly Black, heteronormative neighbrhood.She had to dab her eyes with E.J., Gene’s oldest grandson gave a touching remark,At the conclusion, she searched out the twenty-three year old. “Li’l Li’l Gene! That was so sweet what you said about Uncle Gene.”“Thanks, Lon! I miss him, man!”“I know.” She hugged her first cousin’s son. “I miss him too!”Lonna linked up with another cousin and they got in her sky blue 2018 Mazda 3 hatchback and joined the convoy to the cemetery.“How you been, Lon?”“Things are good, girl! How about you?”“Not bad. I’m back in school again.”“Good for you? What are you studying?”“Nursing! I’m proud of you, Queenie!”“Thanks, girl! I’m trying!”“Well, just take your time. I know it’s not easy out there. How are your k**s?”“They’re bahis siteleri good.”“I didn’t see them.”“Oh, they were sitting with my ex and his new wife.”“Oh,” Lonna raised an eyebrow as she downshifted.“Girl, it’s fine. Me and Chris been over forever,” the recovering crackhead giggled. “The k**s just didn’t wanna look at the body is all.”“I can understand that!”“What are you doing these days? You’re looking good!”“Just working. That’s it!”“No man?”“Not at present.”“Whatever, Lon! I know you got some nigga somewhere.”“I didn’t say I wasn’t having fun,” she giggled.“I knew it! Just be careful, li’l cuz. I’d hate to have cut somebody.”“Now, Queenie. I thought you left all that behind.”“I’m just sayin’. You’re my little cousin.”At the graveside, the eulogist committed the body to the ground. Queenie decided to ride with someone else to the repast so Lonna made the trek alone.She mingled with family and eventually decided to get in line for some food. As she waited at the tail end, the man from earlier came up behind her. “Hi,” she smiled.“Hey, there! Uh…”“Lonna,” she intimated.“Yeah! That’s right,” he smirked. “I’m bad with names. Old age and all.”“You don’t look that old to me,” she reassured him. “Auntie Gail said you still look the same as you did in high school.”“My momma always said Black don’t crack,” he chuckled.“True that,” laughed Lonna.“How you holdin’ up, Lonna?”“I’m okay. I’m gonna miss, Uncle Gene! He was a real character.”“He really was. And he was a good dude. Everybody might not have agreed with his lifestyle, but it was like nobody thought anything of it.”Lonna just stared at the rambling man.“Uh. Oh. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean no offense. I was just uh…”“It’s okay, Mr. Daryle. No offense taken.”“Alright…Alright. Now you make me feel old, callin’ me Mister,” he smiled.“I didn’t mean it like that, sir,” she playfully stuck out her tongue.“Ah. You got jokes.”“Always!”“What piece you want,” hissed a server with a huge hairy mole on her nose.“Thigh. Please,” Lonna requested.Lonna searched out a seat and found a table that was empty. She sat down to eat. Daryle Wooden walked up and asked if he could join. She nodded.Soon, a toddler wandered over. Lonna made googly eyes at him. “Come here, boy,” Daryle said. “Where’s yo’ momma.”The k** pointed.“She know you over here?”The boy nodded.“You can’t speak to the nice lady? Say hi!”“Hi,” he whispered and tucked his head into Daryle’s chest.“This my grandson. Grayson!”“Hi, Grayson!”“Hi,” he turned and said briefly.“How old are you?”“Tree,” he held up three fingers proudly.“Wow! Such a big boy!”Grayson smiled broadly.“Go on back to your momma now. Pop-Pop’ll come get you later okay?”“Okay!”“He’s adorable.”“Yeah. That’s my mini me.”“He’s a cutie.”“You got k**s?”“No!”“Smart! They’re expensive.”“Well, I love k**s. Just don’t have any yet.”“Not married?”“I’m not. Are you?”“I never did get married. I was too much of a player back in the day. And now that I need a wife, the ones that want me, I don’t want. And the ones I want don’t want me.”“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Lonna snickered. “What do you want?”“Somebody active that like to do stuff. I’m older, but I like to bike and travel and do shit. Damn! My bad. We in a church.”“It’s a fellowship hall and who cares. I can tell you stay in shape.”“Oh you can?”“I mean. You got a lean frame. You seem spry and all.”“I am spry like a mug,” he winked.“I bet you are.”“I can’t believe ain’t no nigga wifed you up.”“Well, it doesn’t exactly work that way. I do have a choice,” she stressed.“Yeah! I know. But, young bucks be stupid. I know I was. If I had it to do over again. I would’ve settled down forty years ago like your Uncle Gene.”“Is that so? WIth a man,” she winked.“Nah! You still got jokes.”“I told you always.”“I mean you know settle down and be canlı bahis siteleri happy. He and Clayton were happy, ya know. We all need that in life.”“I agree.”“I know if I was twenty-five or thirty years younger, I’d be wining and dining you.”“Why would you have to be thirty years younger?”“Cause I’m too old for a pretty young thing like you.”“I’m not all that young. I’ll be thirty-eight in June.”“You don’t look like you’re even twenty-five to be honest. But I’m still thirty years older than you.”“And???”“You like older men,” inquired the man as he straightened his spine and then leaned forward with heightened interest.“I appreciate maturity,” she remarked coyly.“Tell me,” he began. “What kinda work do you do?”“I’m an event planner.”“I could tell you were a boss lady.”“Hardly,” she giggled. “What about you?”“Oh. Me? I’m retired.”“Well. What did you do?”“All I did was work at a plant.”“Nothing wrong with that. My dad worked in manufacturing.”“Is he here?”“No. He lives too far away to drive and flying isn’t a good idea right now.”“Yeah! This Coronavirus shit is crazy. Damn! Oops…There I go again.”“Nobody cares, Daryle.”“You live close?”“About three hours away.”“You goin’ back tonight?”“No. I’m spending the night.”“With some of your family?”“No. I like my space. I got a room?”“Must got a friend coming over,” he pried.“No. And if I did, it’d be my business.”“Alright, alright. I’m not trying to get in your business.”“But aren’t you,” she gave a pouty look.“Well,” he coughed reflexively. “If I’m not your type I understand.”“Stop playin’ with me, girl! If I had a shot with you, I’d take it.”“Well, take it!”“Give me your number. I’m gonna go get my daughter and grandson and take them home. Then I’ma call you. You better answer.”“Yes, sir!”Daryle sopped up the rest of his collard greens, wiped his mouth with a paper napkin, and stood. “Answer that phone when I call, sexy!”“Okay!”Daryle walked away.Lonna finished her meal and sought out Clayton. She hugged him and wished him well. She then made the rounds and spoke briefly with her first cousins Li’l Gene and Eric. They shared a laugh and they asked her to come by their dad and Clayton’s house later. She promised she would, but said she needed a nap.Back in the hotel room, Lonna went about the task of readying herself for company. She traveled with a box of wine and popped the tap to fix a cup of the dry, white beverage. She started the faucet running lukewarm water. Lonna downed the first cup quickly and refilled it. Then, she pulled out her douching tube and added some water. She flushed out her hole until it was squeaky clean.She showered, lathered her body with cocoa butter and threw on an oversized T-shirt. As she waited, she drank more wine and listened to Nineties R&B on her streaming music service. Her phone rang.It was Daryle.Half an hour later, the handsome fellow was at the door. Lonna opened up to see that he’d traded his dark gray suit and bright blue tie for a two-piece Carolina blue walking suit and a black fedora. “You look nice!”“Me? You!”“Thank you! What’s in the bag?”“Some Crown, baby! You got some ice?”“The machine is right down the hall.”“I’ll be right back.”Daryle turned to leave. Then he stopped. He turned back around and said. “I just gotta get some of you. You look so lovely in that long lace robe and them bra and panties.” He pulled her close and planted a kiss on her mouth. “Your lips so soft,” he admitted after tasting her.“Thank you,” she breathed.“Be right back!”Daryle came back and poured himself a cup of brown liquor. He took a seat on the armchair and beckoned Lonna to join him on his lap. “You smell as good as you look, beautiful!”“I have to tell you something,” she looked away.“What’s wrong, baby? I’m too old?”“No nothing like that. It’s just canlı bahis that I’m a transwoman.”“You’re a what?”“Transgender. I was born a boy.”“Oh…Okay. Do you have a vagina now?”“Uh…No.”“Do you still get fucked?”“Mmhmm,” she nodded.“Well then you’re nothing but a woman to me,” he said.“Have you been with someone like me before?”“Nope.”“But you’re cool with it?”“May as well be. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a minute. And if you look like this and you was born a boy, it must be meant to be.”“Awwww, daddy!”“Let daddy taste them titties then.”Lonna shed the robe and unbuckled the satin bra. Her pert A-cup bosom was bare. The chemistry between the two of them had her nipples hard. Daryle took a swig and began suckling the creamy, beautifully formed mounds.“Mmmm,” she cooed.“Damn, you’re pretty! You look a lot like yo’ momma.”“Thanks!”Daryle saw Lonna’s light brown eyes begin to well. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t mean to…”“It’s okay, Daryle. I just thought about losing her a bit more since Uncle Gene passed.”“I’m sorry.”“It’s fine. Just hold me.”Daryle wrapped his sinewy arms around the vixen. He kissed her more.“I want you,” she moaned.“I want you too!”“Well…Let me see!”Lonna stood. She grabbed Daryle’s hands to get him to his feet. The silver sequin spike heels she wore made her only a couple of inches shorter than him. She carefully undid his belt and pants. She fell to the floor as they did. “Nice boxers,” she giggled.“You don’t like Batman,” he quizzed. “That’s un-American.”They laughed.Lonna pulled them down and out plopped Daryle’s prodigious, lengthy cock.“Big enough for you?”“Mmhmm!”“I’m wanna eat that pussy while you suck it. Come here.”On the bed, they got into the sixty-nine position. Lonna slobbed up and down the long pole. Daryle swirled his tongue around and in her clasped brown hole. Slobber ran down the shaft. Trickling over his behemoth nuts that were covered with salt-and-pepper pubic hair. She massaged his balls. He kneaded her firm yet pliable butt cheeks. He smacked them gently.When it came time to deflower Lonna, Daryle placed her on her back and climbed atop. He eased himself just barely into her. “Owwww,” she winced.“It’s just the head, baby girl! You can take it!”“I want iit!” She willed herself to accept all of him. Her perfectly manicured fingers dug into his rigid back.“Mmmm, girl,” he groaned as he continued pushing inside until he was balls deep. “Ooh, baby girl! This piussy good!” Daryle started grinding his molten member into her inner sanctum.“Give me that big dick, daddy,” Lonna begged.“Is it good to you, baby,” he checked.“Oh yes! God yes!”“Let this nigga long stroke that pussy!”“Yes, daddy! Fuck me!”“I love fucking you,” Daryle admitted.“You like this tranny pussy?”“Oh yeah! It’s so tight, girl. Got damn!”“Fuck it!”“You not gonna rush daddy. I’m takin’ my time in this young pussy.”“Yes, sir!”Daryle licked her aching swollen nipples and as humped her. His rod went deeper with each thrust. She was panting and sweating. She looked into his coal black eyes. “Oh my god,” she wailed.“You’re all woman to me, baby girl!”“Yes, daddy!”Daryle lifted one of her legs enabling him to reach even greater depths.“I love your dick, Daryle.”“I could fuck you all night.”“Yes, baby! Fuck me!”“Naw! I’m makin’ love to yo’ ass. You gonna marry me.”“What?”Daryle thrust with great force. “You heard me.” He kept pushing in. “Say yes, baby! Say you gonna marry me.”“Yes, Daryle! Yes, daddy!”“You better not be playing. I ain’t never had no pussy this good before!”“You really like it?”“I love it, girl!”“You ready to be a grandma,” he smirked.“Shut up and fuck me,” she giggled.“I’m serious,” he huffed. “Take. This. Dick!”“Ooh! Mmmm!”They fondled one another as they did a magical tango in the bed. Their souls were unified. The chemistry felt right for both of them.“I need to claim you,” announced Daryle. “I gotta nut all in you! You want Daddy’s seed?”“Yes, baby! Yes!”“Ahhhhhhhhh,” roared Daryle. He collapsed on top of Lonna. “Marry me, girl!”