Indian Girl

My father was an agronomist and was hired to teach planting techniques to this indian tribe on a reservation. The government was providing tons of equipment and fertilizer and the indians were supposed to put it to work. But they went off reservation for jobs in industry, they didn't want to be farmers. But that's politics.

For me that summer was this indian girl. Indian girls are supposed to be ugly. Indian girls are supposed to be 'red' or brown. Indian girls are supposed to hate white people. I was seventeen that summer and she was fourteen. She had small tits for a girl, and she had wide ass for a girl, but her skin was soft and her pussy was wet all the time. She wasn't inventive, doing things that older girls do. She was passive, laying down and letting me open her legs before fucking her. She never held her legs open, but when I opened them she let me. I liked fucking her, and she liked being fucked.

After that summer I had to finish high school and mover along. One day, I was already teaching, when I got a handwritten letter. A picture was included of a little boy. It started out with, 'meet your son'. It was singed 'indian girl'. I drove the fourteen hours to the reservation. I stayed at a Holiday Inn motel the night I arrived. The next day I drove onto the reservation to look her up. She was a woman, but only twentyone. We stared at each other. She told me the boy was at school. She worked at this shop selling curious and stuff. By then they had a casino, they never did plant the ground.

Her father wasn't nice about it at all. He saw me as abandoning a pregnant girl. I didn't know, but he didn't want to believe it. After I left we had no contact, not until I received that letter.

I was told pretty much in my face, that an indian girl wasn't good off the reservation. And that my son was indian, he wasn't white. Go away and don't come back. She had to do what her father told her. I left and never saw either one of them again. But I sent money. Still do.