The Prodigy

Josies was jumping tonight!  They had me, Reed Nelson on Trumpet....My old buddy and Keyboard player, Kerry "88" Moore was sitting in, Ivory Joe Peters was also sitting in on Keys, Shady Grady Tatum was on Bass, On Guitars we had the lovely Brooke Taylor, Nate "the Snake " Howard and Fred "Fried Fish" Collins and on drums...a new playa,Kory "Ace " Williams.. Symphony Sam was bringing up the rear on Saxophone and Bone Hampton was on Trombone...

We were playing up a storm....Meek Rollins had a team in there recording it....It was a momentous moment...We were all in sync, playing jazz classics and some new things written by each of us... Gus was standing in the crowd..clapping his hands to the beat and smiling....When he was smiling, that meant two things...That he was enjoying the music and that he was making money....

The place was crowded, drinks were being served and people were having a good time....I kept staring at this beautiful but very young girl sitting in the front row...She didn't have a drink....but she was watching attentively...She was definitely too young to be in here....Where was her mother? Better yet..Where was her father??

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She was cute....I wondered if she was mixed or Latina... I got a closer look and I could see that she was African-American...just light skinned..


After our set was over...."88" walked over to me....

''Reed , it sure felt good playing with you guys again..." he said.

I looked at my friend and put my arm around him...

"It was good...I miss you man, but you're married , and doing that teaching thing..." I said.

"Yeah baby and that's what I came to talk to you about...See that girl over there?" he asked...pointing to the cute but I suspected too young to be in Josies girl...

"Yeah, what about her?" I asked.

''She plays the trumpet like you'd never believe...She's one of my students.." he said excitedly.

"What? One of your students? She can't be in here!" I said.

"She's 17...she'll be 18 in a few months....Straight A student, got a scholarship to Juliards Music school in Boston....She's the best trumpet player in my class...I wanted her to hear you and for you to teach her a few things.." he said.

''Alright, but you could get Gus's license revoked , with her being in here....Mannn if he knew, he'd hit the ceiling." I said.

"That's just the thing...He does know....I cleared it with him first....That's why she was sitting up front and he was standing beside her...To make sure that she didn't have any drinks and that no players tried to put the bite on her....I'm going to take her home...But come meet her first...Her name is Veronica...Veronica Bailey." said "88".

"Veronica Bailey eh?" I said...

"Just come talk to her." he said.

"Okay" I said.

We walked over and "88" introduced us...

She was very mature for her age...

"Hello Mr. Nelson...Mr. Moore has told me soooo much about you." she said.

"Yes and he's told me a lot about you too...I'm going to stop by the school and hear you play." I said.

"Okay, Monday." she said.

"Okay....that's a bet...." I said.

Just then...as people were leaving....A menacing figure walked up...It was George Bailey , the neighborhood drug dealer.....Once a low level charactor, now the MAN in the neighborhood, due to the sudden death of his boss, Nick "Two Guns" Cassidy a few weeks ago....He didn't have complete control...but rather an uneasy alliance with the independent crews....He supplied them , they left his turf and his people alone..

"Ronnie, what the hell are you doing in here?" he snapped.

"Daddy, I'm here with my teacher...He just wanted me to see his band play and for me to meet Mr. Nelson, who also plays trumpet like I do." she said.

"I know who Reed Nelson is...  Hey look 88, Mabel aint enough for you, you gotta be tryin to make a move on my daughter man?? My daughter?" he snapped.

88 grabbed him up in the collar....

"You little weasel, I oughta belt you." he said.

Two of George's goons looked like they were going for their rods when I heard the sound of a riot pump shotgun and turned to see Gus...

"NOT TONIGHT GENTS AND NOT IN MY JOINT!!!  Hit the bricks." said Gus...

His two goons didn't even wait for word from George, they ran for all they were worth....One dropped his gun!

88 let George go.....

"I'm her teacher, nothin more...I'm taking her home now...Unless you want to do it!" he said.

"My car is in the shop, or else I would." said George.

"You want to be playa." I laughed..

He turned and stared at me...

"What did you say?" he said.

"I don't believe I stuttered." I said.

He turned to Veronica....

"Make sure you get home young lady and tell your mother to call me." he said. Then he turned to me....

"You want them lips to play the trumpet with Reed....You might want to start talkin to me with a little more respect." he said.

"George, get to steppin....The day I'm afraid of you is the day I'll stop playing." I said.

He stomped his foot and stormed out...We heard him yell from the street-

"Ah don't believe this...These jive turkeys took the ride...I don't believe it."


Veronica was embarrassed and mortified...88 sensed it and put his arm around her shoulder.

"Sorry about that, HE is such a jerk sometimes." she said.

"I can't believe he has such a beautiful and talented daughter......Don't worry about it....88, get her home and I'll catch up with you on Monday" I said as we each received our paychecks from Meek Rollins...

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I found Debbie and we drove home....

"What was that altercation about and who was that young girl with "88"? " she asked.

"That is a prodigy...One of his students...He say that she is one of the best trumpet players he has ever heard..wants me to come down to the school and hear her on Monday..."I said.

"Ohhhhh...That's Little Ronnie...I thought that was her." said Debbie...."Is she twenty one already?" she asked.

"No...She's 17....She's got a scholarship to Julliard....Hard to believe she's the daughter of George Bailey." I said.

"Yeah....the result of a childhood fling between George and her Mother, Vera Johnson." she said.

"You know the mother?" I asked.

"Oh yeah...we went to Jr. High and High School together...Nice girl....Meeting George Bailey and getting pregnant by him was definitely NOT the best move to make in her life...but she's moved on...Got her Bachelors here at Temple....Went up to New York and got her Masters at NYU and then returned here, bought a house and got a good job downtown somewhere and is raising Ronnie..." she said.

"George give her any child support?" I asked.

"When he aint in jail, I'm sure he does...He makes enough money selling poison to neighborhood kids.." she said.

"Yeah and now he claims he's the boss."I said.

"George aint the boss of nothin...He's the boss until somebody with some real juice moves in and takes over from him." she said.

I began to unzipper her dress and slip it off...I began kissing Debbie on her neck and down the small of her back...

"You sure know enough about the game" I said, laughing a little bit..

"Mmmmmmm you sure know enough about my body." she said..

"Is that right?" I said.

"Yesssss and kissing me down the small of my back is getting me hot....ouuuuuuuu Reed, stop it...ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." she cooed as I rubbed her hips.....She slipped out of her shoes and slowly took her black sheer panty hose off....

I leaned her against the wall and began to kiss in between her breasts and up to her neck and her cheeks and her ears....

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..." she moaned and undid my belt buckle and pulled down my zipper, My trousers dropped to the floor and I slid out of them....

''OHHHH MYYYY.." she said.

"It's callin you baby." I said as we began to kiss passionately....

"MMMMMMM, well come here." she said....

"Yesssss." I said.


We walked into the room and straddled the bed....I parted her legs and used my fingers to probe her now very moist and warm vagina....

"OHHHHHHHHHH REEEED, STOP PLAYING WITH ME!!OUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.." she moaned.

I entered her slowly and we began to descend into each other, slowly at first and then rapidly....The bed began slamming against the wall.....

I don't recall how many hours we were making love, but I recall how intensely Debbie came to orgasm when she did and how violently and intense mine was some minutes later!

"Ouuuuuuu..." she moaned as she wiped sweat off of her brow!  'What do you want for breakfast tomorrow morning?" she asked trying to catch her breath!

''Breakfast?   Girl I'm too exhausted to think about Breakfast." I laughed.

Debbie giggled.....

As I dosed off to sleep, it was funny...The last thing I thought about was Veronica ...Playing the trumpet of course!

(To Be Continued....)