Surviving in Dateland-Chapter 6

Please be advised this contains explicit sexual content.

Chapter 6

The remainder of the day had gone smoothly. No more private conversations with the harpy, Mara, so Sophie had relaxed a bit. She still knew that she and Brock had to talk later but he didn’t try to make her uncomfortable. He stayed close by her the rest of the day, talking, laughing with his friends and relaxing it was a good atmosphere. The two nemeses seemed kind of pouty but no one paid them much attention.

They’d gotten back to the park about 5:30 pm, Brock was helping Sophie lug some of her stuff back to her truck. They were saying their good-byes to his friends when she heard the voices of the two nemeses behind her. She sighed and rolled her eyes, Brock glanced over at her and smiled knowingly.

They caught up and Mara took Brock by the arm trying to pull him away from where he and Sophie were on the sidewalk.

‘Brock,’ she said in a whiny voice, ‘I want to ask you something before you leave.’

Sophie noticed he seemed to have no intention of moving from her side.

‘You can ask me here, Mara.’

Both she and Whitney got annoyed pained looks on their faces. Sophie thought it just made them look less attractive, not complimentary at all.

Sophie tried to assure him, she’d be okay on her way to the parking, ‘go ahead Brock, I’ll be fine. This bag isn’t heavy and I’ll just walk slow so you can catch up.’

Brock pulled his arm away from Mara and took Sophie’s hand, she noticed the intimate gesture so did Mara and Whitney. Mara’s face went completely red, she looked like she was about to produce steam from her ears and that pained look became extremely unattractive.

‘Well, Brock,’ she started talking quickly as if she was trying to hustle him into something. ‘Whitney and I are going to this new club tonight in Kirkland. We wanted to see if you wanted to tag along like old times, you can meet us out at our place and we’ll go out and have some real fun.’

Sophie just stood there, trying to ignore the conversation but Brock didn’t let her hand go. In fact as they talked he started to rub the inside of her palm with his thumb. Sophie was actually getting turned on by the simple gesture.

‘Oh sorry guys, Sophie and I got plans tonight.’

‘You and Sophie got plans,’ Mara said in disbelief it sounded like she wanted to spit the words out.

‘Yea, we do. Anyway, I’m not into that stuff anymore. I’m surprised you two are, clubs were never really my thing in college and they certainly aren’t now.’

‘Oh okay then. Guess we’ll see at the barbecue in two weeks,’ Mara asked batting those fake eyelashes.

Sophie had had just about enough but Brock had her hand in his and he wasn’t letting her go. These two were a piece of work, shameless sluts.

‘I’ll be there. See you guys later.’ He let Sophie’s hand go for a moment and hugged them both quickly, Sophie noticed Mara tried to hang on but Brock wasn’t having it.

Sophie said a quick good-bye and they mumbled something under their breath but she didn’t care she was on her way to have a talk with the sexiest man ever. Mara and Whitney were on their way to probably try to hook up with some nitwits.

She’d driven over to Brock’s place; this would be her first time at his house. They usually met at an arranged spot, he’d been to her place in West Seattle but since they were closer to him, they decided to head to his place. When she got there she was so hot and sticky, she wanted to shower and change of clothes, she had brought some with her. She was planning on staying at her mom’s for the night so she’d packed an overnight bag.

When they finally stopped it was front of a brick house, small in size, there were two houses next to it that we’re exactly like it. It was cute, small front yard, no shades on a large picture window in the front and a garage for one car. She parked on the street. Brock met her at her car door.

‘Hey there, pretty lady can I help you with something?’ He was so sweet and gallant, she really enjoyed it.

She climbed down out of the truck, she’d found that Brock wasn’t as big a tree-hugger as she thought. He loved her truck, had actually asked to drive it once when they’d gone up hiking. He was an outdoor kind of guy and appreciated that her truck could go places his Prius could not.

‘I’m fine, just feeling kind of grimy. You know all day in the sun, some perspiration, a little sand and suntan lotion is not a good feeling.’

‘Well I kind of don’t know what to tell you, you can use my shower. I don’t know what you’ll wear. But I’ve got some t-shirts in there, they’ll be kind of big.’ He held his arms out to demonstrate his massiveness. None of which was lost on Sophie.

‘I’ve got a change of clothes,’ she picked up her overnight bag.

Brock looked slightly confused, ‘were you planning on staying?’

‘No, no’ Sophie said immediately she wanted him to know she had not planning on seducing him, ‘I was headed to my mom’s to spend the night. That’s all.’

‘Oh okay, well why don’t you go in and take a shower and then I’ll get cleaned up. Maybe we can walk down to the Swede and get beer, maybe something to eat.’

Sophie tried to sound nonchalant, ‘Okay sounds good to me.’

Sophie was turning to get the rest of her stuff out of the car, Brock pulled her close and looked her directly in the eyes, ‘then we can talk.’

‘Okay.’ She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his, those deep chocolate orbs had her mesmerized.

They’d decided to walk down to the bar, it was nice mild evening. It was little after 7 pm and the sun was still out, one of the best things about living in the Pacific Northwest were the long summer days when the sun set at 9 pm or so.

They walked and didn’t talk much, Sophie had a print sundress she put on with a lavender sweater, she had some slipper leather flats that were yellow. She looked over at Brock intermittently as they strolled, she was still struck by how handsome he was. He’d changed into a button down blue plaid shirt with a long sleeved blue sweater hoodie and jeans, he was sporting a pair of white converse. He was a great dresser but never overdone. She kept wondering where he got his style from. Sophie was looking when he turned to her with a curious glance.

‘What you looking at, sexy lady?’

Sophie was embarrassed she’d been caught staring at him again, ‘nothing just noticing how sharp you are.’

‘I am, aren’t I?’ he responded puffing up his chest in an attempt to look cocky. He didn’t look convincing to her.

She chuckled, ‘you don’t have an egotistical bone in your body.’

‘Well I do have an ego when it comes to two things, my skills as a teacher and my skills in the bedroom.’

Sophie just looked down at the sidewalk and kept walking.

They were sitting at a table in The Swede enjoying a drink, tonight Sophie had decided to ditch the beer and go for something more sophisticated, scotch and soda.

‘I can’t believe you’re drinking scotch?’ Brock told her in surprise, ‘I don’t know of any women who drinks scotch besides my great Aunt Elke.’

‘Really, I love it,’ she said as she sipped a bit more of the smooth brown liquid, ‘I can’t drink a bunch of them but when I want to go high faluting I drink scotch.’

‘You are a total conundrum Sophie Roberson, I’m just stumped by you.’

‘Stumped,’ she said scrunching her nose, ‘I’m easy, I’m not a girly girl, I make beer, I’m horrible at dating, I need to get into better shape and I’m a tad mature.’

‘No those things aren’t you,’ he told her softly, he took her hand in his, ‘ not the real you.’

‘That is the real me.’

‘No it’s not, we’ve been hanging out for a few weeks now and you’re very cautious about how far you let me in.’

‘Well that’s just called, getting to know you.’

‘I get that but there’s something else. It oughtta be obvious to you by now, that I dig you Sophie. You’re the coolest chick I’ve met in a long time.’

Sophie wasn’t sure how to respond, she’d figured out today that although she’d given him the brush off awhile back he wasn’t going anywhere.

‘Well, Brock I don’t know what to say. I like you too but it’s just that you’re younger than me.’

‘Yea. And.’

‘Well I mean aren’t you uncomfortable with that, wouldn’t you feel odd out in public with me.’

Brock started turning his head looking around, he looked under the table and over the back of Sophie to the next booth.

‘Sophie do you see anyone paying attention to us,’ he put her hand to his lips and kissed it.

She started blushing, ‘Well I guess not.’

‘Yes, that’s because no one cares.’

‘Well those two friends of yours sure do.’

Brock looked confused as he asked, ‘what friends?’

‘Mara and Whitney.’

He started to laugh, deep and long as he did it, he smiled at her.

‘Those two. I don’t want anything to do with them besides what you see of them. I don’t regularly hang out with them, I just end up seeing them when my buddies get together. Yea we knew each other back in college and I’m not gonna lie I hooked up once with Mara one drunken night long ago. She’s been pining ever since. I, however, have not. Those two are vapid and silly, all they think about is partying and knowing Mara probably drugs too. She was into that crap back in college, one of the many reasons I don’t mess around with her.’

Sophie was relieved, ‘I mean I know you weren’t into them but I thought maybe you’d be into girls like them. You know young, thin, blonde, tan.’ She put her fingers in her cheeks and twisted them to simulate dimples.

‘First of all I’m not into girls, I’m into women. I personally don’t care what race a woman is, as long as she is nice, aware, passionate, smart, funny and sexy the rest will take care of itself.’

‘Oh.’ Now Sophie really did feel like an idiot. ‘Am I those things? Is that why you like me?’

‘Baby, I think you’re that and probably more but I won’t know unless you take down those damn walls. You are beautiful and sexy and self-confident Sophie. I know you make digs at yourself about your age and weight but you don’t even realize…’, he took a deep breath, smirked and shook his head.

‘When you popped out in that little yellow bikini today, I had catch my breath. Jesus woman, Josh was going to try to make a move on you till I stopped him.’

Sophie chuckled a little, she was complimented that his friend found her attractive enough to think about asking out. She did notice he’d been flirting with her a bit today.

‘Yea he is a bit of a flirt.’

‘Good thing he didn’t take it too far, I’d hate to have to beat the hell out of a friend but I’m sorry you’re mine.’

‘Excuse me, I’m what?’

‘You’re mine, Sophie I’ve waited long enough. I want go out on an actual date with you. I want us to be together, exclusive. Whatever you want to call it. But I don’t want another dude from this online dating crap making time with my woman.’

Sophie had to admit his demanding tone was kind of turning her own. She liked how he’d staked his claim and wasn’t going to let her get away but this was modern times and she was a modern woman.

‘Brock you just can’t order me to stop online dating.’

‘Well I thought you wanted to anyway.’

‘I do but that’s up to me to decide. I really like that you like me and I like you but shouldn’t we be trying to get to know each other a little more.’

‘No, I want you to be exclusive with just me. I don’t have any interest in any other woman. Is there some guy you’re interested in?’

‘Well, not really.’

‘Well what’s the problem. You don’t like me, think I’m ugly, don’t want to date a teacher.’

Sophie put up her hands to signal stop. ‘No, none of those things. I just thought that being a good looking guy you’d have a few on the hook and want to do this as a courting thing.’

‘This is not Victorian England, I don’t have anyone on the hook. Hell it’s looking like I don’t even have you on it. Okay, if you want to take your time that’s fine but believe me when I say today or 6 months from today I’ll still be fascinated by you.’

Sophie wasn’t ready to reveal those feelings just yet. She’d shown her hand in love too soon before and it had only ended badly for her.

‘Brock, I enjoy your company also.’ He didn’t look thrilled with that answer. ‘But lets just date and see how this goes.’

‘Alright but I’m not going anywhere.’

She was hoping he was telling the truth when he said that, but she’d been on the other end of that conversation.

After eating and drinking a little more, they’d rambled back to Brock’s place. That scotch had been laying on her heavy and she was sure she wouldn’t be able to drive.

‘Sophie, I don’t think that you should drive anywhere.’

‘I think you’re right. Is it okay if I stay here for bit?’

‘It’s fine, you’re welcome to stay all night, I’ve got a futon in the extra room.’

‘You sure about that?’

He opened up his door and welcomed her in, ‘yes I am very sure. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.’

Sophie stepped into his home again, she noticed how cozy and nicely decorated it was. It had hardwood floors and they looked original. He had a kitchen that looked like it had been redone but not anything gauche just simple and classic.

‘Would you like a cup of coffee?’ he asked her.

‘I’d love one,’ she answered, ‘little cream and sugar.’

‘Why don’t you head downstairs, I have a nice relaxing den area down there. Nice plush couch, some good music, television, the works. Even another half bath. Go check it out and relax.’

Sophie found the door and went downstairs to the basement, the steps were steep so she took each of them slowly. Once she was down there, she was astounded, it was fabulous. The walls were a soft gray color and the couch was a sectional in steel gray. The whole room was gray, black, white and rich purples. She was so surprised, he couldn’t have decorated this. She turned when she heard him descending the stairs. He had a carafe in his hand and some mugs.

‘I just decided to make a whole pot. The cream and sugar are in my pockets. Can you get them out?’

Brock raised his arms while Sophie dug deep in his pockets to retrieve those packets. It was really intimate and she could feel herself start to shake a little at their closeness.

Brock just smiled down at her intimately. She was always surprised at how his smile would calm her. She didn’t feel nervous then, everything just felt…right.

He put down the coffee and cups on the coffee table.

‘Now this is decaf, I figured if we drank anything else this late at night we’d be wired.’

‘Thanks for looking out, I could not stand caffeine this time of night.’

They both sat down on the couch, Sophie was at the other end of the couch. He poured them each some coffee and she put in the cream and sugar. Seems he took his black. They sat sipping for awhile.

‘This room is nicely decorated.’

‘Thanks,’ he said nonchalantly.

‘Actually, your whole house is decorated nicely. Did you do this?’

‘No,’ he told her bluntly, ‘decorating is not my thing.’

Sophie sighed a little, ‘I’m glad because I kept thinking no straight man can decorate this well.’

Brock chuckled, ‘I beg your pardon if I was a decorator I’d be a great one.’ He puffed up that massive chest.

Sophie could feel herself getting hot under her collar or was it the coffee she wondered.

‘I’m just saying, this place looks like its had a woman’s touch.’

‘It did, oh don’t get nervous,’ he tried to reassure her, ‘this is not the mark left by one of the women I dated. My sister did this, she’s an interior designer and every time she comes over to visit she has a new project for my house. I don’t invite her over that much,’ he said jokingly.

Sophie smiled, ‘you have siblings?’

‘I do, three others in fact. My oldest sister, Brooke, my younger brother, Bailey, and my litte sister, Bianca.’

‘So you’re a middle kid like me. I have an older brother and younger sister. Well, that’s good to know.’

‘Why?’

‘I don’t know I think middle kids have a different perspective. We’re peacemakers.’

‘I don’t know about that description but I think it is different to be a boy in the middle of girls.’

‘That usually means you know how to treat women.’

‘I’d say your assessment is correct. How about some music?’

‘Sure,’ Sophie wanted to put out of her head that she’d just made that comment. He was so hard to read sometimes, many times she’d say things she thought were provocative and wouldn’t get any response. Then say things she thought were benign and he’d heat all up, it was hard for a girl to figure out.

He turned on his stereo and attached his iPhone, the next thing she knew Nina Simone was belting out a tune.

‘Would you like to dance?’

She furrowed her brow in confusion, ‘dance in this little space?’

‘You don’t need a lot of space to dance close. Unless, you’ve decided to dance on the other side of the room.’

He offered his hand to her, she took it and got up. They danced close and slow. Sophie was in heaven, he smelled so good to her it was unlike anything she’d ever smelled it just smelled clean and woodsy. She sunk into that solid chest and he put his arms around her. She rested her head on his shoulders and just relaxed as they swayed to Nina Simone. It was like a dream, she couldn’t believe she was here with this beautiful man who actually liked her and he was holding her tight. She kept thinking it was a dream and soon she’d wake up. But she didn’t, she could feel his warm breath in her hair, she just closed her eyes and went with it. The song ended then John Coltrane’s A Love Deluxe started. Sophie loved this piece, she could feel her face getting flush, she was getting soft and feeling slick. Her hands drifted down to rest that sculpted chest of Brock’s. She was breathing heavily and she heard him moan softly. She looked up at him, he was looking at her his eyes glazed over with pure animal lust. Sophie didn’t want things to happen like this but she had no control. Her body was running things its way.

Brock closed the distance between their lips, he kissed her hard then eased up a little. It was a heady combination of rough and tender and she wanted more. He tugged at her bottom lip, sucking it lightly and she decided to just let their tongues do a tango. The kiss lasted a long time, she could hear herself moaning and his grunts of pleasure. His hands had gone to her behind and they were caressing and squeezing it gently. Sophie wanted more, she tore her lips away from his for a brief moment.

‘Brock, Brock…’ she was saying through deep breaths, ‘I want… ,’ she could barely get it out.

‘I know, I know darling. I want it to, I want to be inside you so badly I’m in physical pain right now.’

His eyes were dark and stormy with lust and she could feel his manhood standing at sturdy attention against her.

‘Where?’

‘Not down here,’ he said forcefully, ‘the first time I take you it won’t be on a couch.’

He picked her up effortlessly and she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed furiously as he ascended the stairs he must have taken them two at at time before she knew it they were in his bedroom. Brock deposited her in the ground and turned on a low light in the corner. She was beginning to remove her clothes when he stopped.

‘Oh no you don’t sweetness, I want that pleasure all to my myself.’

He moved toward her in the room, it was a small room so it seemed as if his massiveness overtook everything else and all she could see was him. But he was so gentle, he spoke to her softly in that deep timbre.

‘Are you okay with this?’ He kissed her sweetly.

She was looking into his eyes, they were so beautiful and tender, ‘yes, don’t worry I know exactly what I want.’

He smiled, ‘good because I want you.’

He kissed her again, deep and slow, Sophie felt her clothing melting away. She could feel cold air on her skin, she helped as he undid her bra. She was impressed by how deft he was at relieving her of her clothes. He talked and kissed her all at the same time uttering how beautiful and sexy she was, it was a wonderful feeling.

Before she knew it she stood there naked before him.

‘Gosh, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen Sophie.’

She loved the look of sincerity in his eyes, she felt all her guard float away. He was taking off his clothing, Sophie helped as he’d expose more skin she’d kiss it tenderly. He was laughing and moaning at every touch. Then before she knew it he was down to his boxer briefs. He removed them slowly as Sophie sat on the bed, the lights were on so nothing was hidden from either of them. She could tell he wasn’t lacking in the manhood department but something about her was curious to see what it looked like. He removed them and she saw his tan lines, it was oddly erotic. Like that part of himself he’d kept hidden just for her. Then it was out and stood prominently. She smiled to herself.

She looked up and noticed him perusing her body and smiling. She felt bold, she stood up and kissed him stroking his cock, it was thick and long with emblazoned with redness. He was ready.

‘Sophie sweetness, don’t do that,’ he said at her lips, ‘I’m gonna pop and I don’t want to do that unless I’m inside of you.’

‘Oh that will happen any minute now.’ Sophie was slick with juices almost flowing down her leg. Her body was craving the entrance of his body.

They lay down together and started to caress each other gently. Brock’s hand moved to her soft hairy patch between her legs, he seemed to like the friction of his hand against her hair.

‘Oh I see you’re not clean shaven,’ he said matter-of-factly.

‘Does that bother you,’ she knew a lot of men seemed to be into the trend of no hair but she knew that hair held her womanly scent and that drove men crazy.

‘Nope, I want to know I’m making love to a woman not a little girl,’

‘Oh I’m all woman.’

‘Yes, I’m about to find out how much of one tonight.’

Brock kissed her again as his fingers dipped into her wetness, she was so tight. Sophie rode his fingers for a few moments and moaned deeply into his mouth. His fingers felt so good, they were so thick and long and filled her. They were caressing and kissing each other so long, Sophie didn’t notice him slip a condom out of his nightstand to put on. He pulled back a bit to put on the rubber.

Brock didn’t take his eyes off Sophie, ‘you look so heavenly and I can’t wait to be inside you. But sweetness, I gotta put this on before I do.’

Sophie took it from him, ‘let me.’

Brock handed her the opened packaged, she took the rubber out and rolled it onto his stiff member. She watched to make sure it went on correctly as she did she watched his face it was pure ecstasy with his head lolled back and his eyes closed. His face told her he was in need, so was she, once it was on and his eyes opened up his lids hooded.

He slowly slinked toward her with a small smile on his face, he looked hungry.

‘I’m going to enjoy this,’ he told her as he began to kiss her again.

Sophie just relaxed against his soft bed as he kissed her into oblivion. His fingers were moving into her and out she felt overcome with so many emotions. Lust, ecstasy, pleasure and what she knew was love. The last one she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

‘Sophie, I want to take this slow but I don’t think I can. I want make love to you,’ he said through his heated ministrations on her body.

‘That’s what you’re doing now, do what you will.’

‘I will,’ as he said that he eased into her soft folds.

‘Ahhh’ Sophie moaned loudly it had been awhile since she’d had sex with anything but her vibrator. She felt so full and he stretched her slightly.

‘Oh Sophie you feel so good, like heaven,’ as he moved in and out of her slowly.

He moved slow and steady, their bodies riding the rhythm in tandem. Brock pushed into her deeply, Sophie had her hands on his chest. She could feel the light sheen of sweat on him, although a breeze was blowing through the curtains he was heated up. He looked down at her and smiled deeply, Sophie had never seen anything quite like it. He was holding himself back, she could tell. He felt so good, his body fit hers perfectly.

He was speaking to her in gentle passionate tones, ‘Oh Sophie, oh you’re so beautiful.’ Then he said something even Sophie wasn’t sure she had heard right, he said, ‘please, please let me love you.’

She wasn’t sure if he was talking about sex or actual love so she just assumed he meant sex.

‘Yes, yes Brock, please make love to me,’ she told him fervently.

His head went down and he leaned over her body and starting to pick up speed in his hips. He was moving fast and deep into her. It wasn’t painful, actually to Sophie it felt good. She was moaning loudly as he grunted and told her how wonderful she was.

He was moving deep, steady, stroke, Sophie could feel her orgasm ready to explode on her body.

‘Who’s got the best pussy?’ he bellowed so loudly she was sure the neighbors could hear but who cared.

‘Oh God, I do, I do,’ she answered profusely.

‘Yes you do, oh god, yes you do.’

He was moving, fast, and then slow, then he’d pick up the pace. Sophie was prepared to come hard enough to blow her own mind and then it hit her like a wave, it came crashing down hard and felt so refreshing she began moan out, her legs began to shake and the feeling swept over her of pure satisfaction. She began to cry, she turned her face because she didn’t want Brock to see. But he did, he turned her back toward him and lowered himself to kiss away her tears as he screwed her brains out.

His body stretched taut over hers and he let out what she could only call a half-roar and half-scream. It was nothing like Sophie had ever heard before and it was beautiful but so was he when he orgasmed.

He dropped to her side in the bed as they both steadied their breathing. He pulled her close, as he planted kisses on her forehead and face. He kissed her deeply one more time. Then after a few moments Sophie heard his soft snoring. She wished she could sleep but she couldn’t get his statement about love out of her mind. They’d just decided to take this thing to the next level but slowly, hadn’t they? He couldn’t be feeling love for her, but she knew she was having those feelings for him. But she couldn’t go that deep this soon, it would only mean disaster. She turned over to her side to spoon with him; she’d worry about love tomorrow. Right now, she was tired she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. ©

Surviving in Dateland-Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Over the next couple of months, Sophie had been online dating furiously. She figured if she could just get this over with maybe she could stop Leann from wasting her money on these monthly fees. So far, she’d had quite a few dates most with no love match and some just flat out weird. She and Leann were having a long lunch one Wednesday discussing it.

‘He did what?’ Leann said her face was scrunched up in complete confusion. She was eating a salad, while Sophie cut into the calzone she’d ordered. They were at Star’s, a pizza joint down in Georgetown a little down from the brewery.

‘He just came out completely naked, hangin’ and swangin’. I couldn’t believe it. I’m never stopping by a guy’s house again. I should have known, the old ‘I forgot to turn off the stove’ routine. What the hell was he cooking before a date?!’

Leann started to laugh hysterically.

Sophie laughed along with her, ‘it’s not funny Leann.’

‘Yes it is,’ Leann disagreed through her guffaws, ‘oh what bad luck. How many has that been?’

‘The ninth one to end in disaster, is this over yet? One made me go Dutch, one brought his mother, one still lived with his ex-wife, and at least three the photo has been a complete lie. Someone had put up photos of themselves I know that were at least ten years old. I can’t do it anymore. Don’t you want to save some money?’

‘Oh what do I care, I just want to help a friend find love.’

‘Yea love…this one guy, Darryl remember him, the one that called me fat. Yea I certainly could go without that kind of love. Please Leann can I stop, please!’

‘Oh come on, you can’t give up now. The man of your dreams may be just one date away.’

Sophie gave her a deadpan look and replied, ‘no, he’s not.’

She’d had enough it had been the most tiring couple of months of her life. It had been a nightmare. As bad as the dates had been the rest of her life had been going well. Work had been fabulous, she was working on a new brew formula with Grant for next summer and it was coming along great. While they were finishing up work on Stevens Pass Winter Ale, they were trying to premiere it at some of the Oktoberfest events this year. So everything had been fabulous but dating had been a disaster, she didn’t have time to meet anyone outside of work. She was on a summer softball league team that was about to end soon and checking on her mom’s place since she and Thomas had gone to Nigeria and London to spend time with Thomas’ family. They wouldn’t return till the end of September. It was August hottest month ever in the Seattle area, the hotter it got the more irritated she became with these sorry dates.

‘I want out of this. I’m sick of the drama, the getting my hopes all built up just to be let down.’

‘Well what are you going to do? I’m willing to pay for it.’

‘Yea that’s awesome Leann, I’m just not willing to go on the dates. For awhile there I just thought about telling you I was dating but not actually make any dates.’

Leann looked horrified, ‘you mean you would have lied to me, just to avoid dating.’

Sophie felt bad and held her head down in shame, she knew her friend only wanted the best for her but this was not the route to get it.

‘I know, I know I should be ashamed but it’s just been too much. And I’m so busy Leann. Maybe now is not the time, I just may need to take a break.’

Leann shrugged, she looked disappointed. ‘Well if you feel that way, why not break for a while then try again in a few months. Maybe you won’t be too busy.’

Sophie was thankful for the reprieve. ‘Bless you, bless you,’ she leaned over the table to hug Leann.

She shooed her off, ‘oh stop Sophie, I love you, you’re my friend and I don’t want you unhappy and if dating is making you unhappy you should stop. At least that’s what I’ve heard the dating experts say, they say a break from dating could be good. Get your juices flowing again.’

Sophie had been breaking from dating a couple of years if this was the result she didn’t see how a couple of months could change things.

‘We’ve got yoga tomorrow.’

‘Yea yoga…’ her voice trailed off as visions of a sexy, muscular, hunk with wavy dark hair and chocolate brown eyes came to her imagination.

Leann snapped her fingers in Sophie’s face to get her out of it, ‘hello! Sophie Roberson, back to earth please.’

Sophie blinked rapidly and focused on what Leann was saying.

‘What was that about, you spaced out and got this look on your face like…well like you wanted to melt in that chair.’

Sophie just blushed, she was embarrassed to be caught thinking about Brock but she had been lately especially at night as she used that vibrator to try and relieve some pressure. After the kiss during the brewery tour, she tried her best to avoid him. She has been mortified that she reacted like that but he’d been very cool about it and hadn’t pushed her. Finally she felt like a fool because he was being very adult about the situation while she was acting like a kid. They’d talked again and he’d invited her over to talk to his class about what she did. It had been fun, he was really great with those kids and they seemed to adore him. She found herself even more attracted to him after that, they ‘d spent some time together after that but not like a date or anything. They’d had breakfast a couple of Sundays, did some hiking with some of his friends, and he’d had beer with her after work last Friday. This Saturday she was going with him to Magnusson Park, he had a buddy with a boat and wanted her to join them out on Lake Washington. She’d agreed maybe the time she could have spent online dating was being spent with Brock, who she really had no chance of dating. He’d always been a gentlemen never made any moves on her, although the women at some of these summer soirees were giving her the serious stank eye. He was very respectful but she could feel her feelings for him growing. She had to keep it under control.

‘Who has you with that look on your face? Oh I know who it is…’ Leann started to giggle hysterically.

‘Oh come on Leann I’m embarrassed enough, it’s tragic I’m like a love sick idiot.’

”That’s why you’ve been having a hard time dating, your mind is not on your work.’

‘Leann I feel like a damn fool, I’m old as all get out. In a couple of months I’ll be 39 and he’s a kid, he’s 29 years old.’

‘So what, you’re a cougar. That’s the new thing, how does he feel about the situation?’

‘It’s totally benign on his end. After the kiss he gave me, I told him to back off so he…’

Leann furrowed her brow and blinked, ‘kiss, what kiss?’

‘Oh yea I never told you about that.’

‘What the hay is going on. Aren’t we friends?! You’re talking about lying to me now and you just decided to omit that you and a hunk of burning love were making out.’

Sophie smiled, ‘it’s not like that, during the brewery tour it just happened, he leaned over and kissed me.’

‘Aww somebody has been naughty.’

‘Now I’m paying for it, I told him to back off and he did just that he backed completely off.’

She just shook her head, maybe she’d been too hasty in shooing Brock off.
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It was hot and muggy Saturday afternoon at the lake, the park was packed. Sophie finally found a spot in the upper parking lot. She was going to meet Brock by the lake, Sophie was dressed in a swimsuit cover and shorts and flip flops. She had a new pair of shades she’d gifted to herself from Lindstroms, they were DKNY fabulous and expensive as she thought about the boat ride she wondered if she should have just brought the cheap pair from Target. She hauled her beach bag out and started to walk toward the beach part of the park. It was actually kind of strange because in Seattle most beaches were just parks with grass and a little sand next to the water. But for people who spent the majority of their year in raincoats this was better than nothing. Sophie had everything she needed, including lots of suntan lotion. Just because she was black woman did not mean she couldn’t burn, she could and she had and no intention of repeating that painful experience.

She walked along the path toward the park and noticed the young couples, groups of college kids from University of Washington, friends just having a fun day in the sun. She was hoping for good things but having spent some time with Brock’s friends before she wasn’t expecting much. The guys were all nice, the girls were a tad cool towards her. The only one she’d talked to for any period of time was his friend Freddy, who they called Bandit’s, girlfriend. She was trying to remember her name when she heard her own being called.

‘Sophie! Yo Sophie!’

She looked up to spotted Brock waving her toward him, he had on some oversized plaid trunks, a Sex Pistols t-shirt and some Birkenstocks. Didn’t matter what he was wearing, he really was the sexiest thing at Magnusson park. Why was she torturing herself, she’d dissed him and now it looked like whatever interest he had in her had waned.

‘Hey!’ she shouted as she saw him jog toward her.

‘Hey,’ he said just a little out of breath, it was scorcher and it couldn’t be easy to run. He looked down her and asked if she needed help.

‘You can certainly drag this cooler.’

‘Oh no problem. What’s in it?’

‘Well I hate to come empty handed so I brought some beer.’

‘Awesome, I hope you got my favorite.’

‘Of course, I do.’

‘Cool, you’re the greatest Sophie. Why don’t you marry me?’ he smiled at her jokingly.

Sophie nervously laughed but in her thoughts, she could see herself walking down an aisle toward him. She shook her head to come out of that fantasy.

‘Sure, I know why you want me just for my beer.’

‘If I had you, I’d want you for more than that.’

Sophie looked at him, she wasn’t sure he was serious but he sounded serious. She smiled nervously and he smiled back. They just talked about random crap on the way toward the boat launch. She wasn’t trying to get her hopes up.

Out in the water it had been nice, there was good food, good music, good beer and wine and pretty good company.

The boat belonged to Brock’s friend Josh, they’d grown up together. He was nice looking not as hot as Brock but just as tall, a little thinner and not as muscular, his hair was shorter than Brock’s not the carefree boyish look but he would have been considered handsome. Bandit was short, he was Filipino, and stocky and muscular. His girlfriend, Heidi was taller than him and taller than Sophie she was thin and athletic, Sophie just felt fat next to her, she had blonde hair that was cut into shoulder length bob. She was friendly and funny. The other two women were friends of theirs from college. One was Asian, the other white. Whitney and Mara, they spoke to Sophie but didn’t talk to her as much. Mara was blonde also but it was platinum not like Heidi’s strawberry blonde, hers was straight from the bottle. They talked in whispers and every once in awhile Sophie would catch them staring at her and chatting, she was feeling paranoid but they had given her the feeling more than once that they didn’t want her around. Mara seemed particularly interested in her shoving off, Sophie figured she wanted Brock for herself but he didn’t seem the less bit interested in either one. They were all fairly successful young people. Josh worked for Microsoft, Bandit has his own auto detailing business, Heidi was a architect, Whitney was a dentist and Mara regional director for a beauty company and She looked the part. It was hot as hades out here and she had on a full face of make-up. Sophie kept thinking it might melt off under this beaming sun.

She had been enjoying most of her afternoon, she’d finally had the courage to show off the new bikini she’d bought for today. She figured why not be at her best. It was string with a yellow and white striped bottom and yellow top. She noticed some appreciative glances, one coming from Brock himself and he gave her the thumbs up, she blushed profusely.

But she was sitting just enjoying Bainbridge Island Brown Ale when Mara came up and sat down next to her. She didn’t acknowledge her but she knew that hussy was waiting for her to do so. Sophie thought to herself, too bad chick, wait. She would not be that obliging.

‘Sophie? That’s it…right?’

Sophie turned to look at her, they were both wearing shades so Sophie couldn’t see her eyes but her guess was the look was as insincere as that tone.

‘That’s right and it’s uhh…Mara isn’t it.’ If she was going to lay it on thick Sophie decided to play her game.

She did a fake smile at Sophie. Sophie did not feel like dealing with her this moment.

‘Yea, I wanted to tell you. I really think your bikini is so…cute,’ she said condescendingly.

‘Thank you.’

‘Yea you really pull it off pretty well for a woman of your age.’

Sophie’s brow furrowed and her lips went into a flat line. Mara smiled, it was genuine that time she knew she’d gotten to her and Sophie knew it too.

A shadow appeared across them. ‘Hey what you two chatting about?’ It was Brock she was glad he had come over hopefully Mara would keep stepping.

‘Nothing,’ Mara replied, ‘what you up to?’

‘Nothing just wanted to come over and see what you beautiful ladies were chatting about and maybe I could join in.’

‘Oh sure you Brock,’ Mara was giddy as a school girl, she scooted down the bench and Brock sat down.

Sophie figured it was time for her to leave, she couldn’t take another moment of Mara fawning all over Brock.

‘Excuse me,’ said Sophie and got up to leave she noticed a little look of despondence on Brock’s face at her exit. But she had to excuse herself from that scene.

Sophie went below deck to use the bathroom and make sure she looked okay. She sat for a moment looking in the mirror wondering why and how she’d gotten herself into this mess. She was old and these folks had their whole lives ahead of them, she looked down at herself and felt the sting of the words from Mara. She tried her best to keep in shape but she still had extra pounds in places she knew it wasn’t needed. Her stomach had a small pooch, she tried and tried but she figured with all the beer drinking she did it wasn’t going anywhere soon.

Knock. Knock.

‘Someone is in here,’ she said.

‘I know someone is in there. Did you fall in?’ It was Brock’s deep sexy timbre on the other side of the door. Time to make your reappearance for better or worse.

She opened the door and there he was standing leaning back on the wall looking sexy as hell. He’d abandoned his shirt as soon as they got on the boat and there was nothing but rippling muscles she longed to touch. He cleared his throat, oh goodness how embarrassing he’d caught her staring. When had she become this wanton sex pot? It was getting ridiculous.

‘You okay?’ He asked, the boat was rocking And suddenly must have caught a big wave because she lost her footing and fell straight toward him.

Brock brought up his arms to catch her and her hands came up to brace herself against that wall of muscle he called a chest. He was solid, she looked up embarrassed.

‘I’m sorry Brock that shake made me loose my balance.’

‘Lucky I was here to catch you.’

He was looking into her eyes and Sophie noticed his gaze soften, she swallowed because suddenly her throat was dry. She licked her lips and he leaned in, Sophie closed her eyes she was ready to be kissed by this man again.

‘Hey, what you two up to down here? Brock, dude, bring up some more beers, were out brother.’ It was Bandit.

He’d come in at the wrong time, Sophie’s eyes sprang open. Brock was standing in front of her, his arms had moved from her arms down her back and had settled just at the base above her butt. Hers had encircled his neck, Sophie was aware what had been interrupted.

She tried to step back out of his embrace, he pulled her toward him again.

‘Sophie we’ve been interrupted before but now I’m not going to let this go. We’re going to continue this later.’

‘Brock I don’t think…’

‘I don’t care what you think, your mouth is saying one thing, your body another. Time to clear this up. Just to let you know how serious I am.’

Brock pulled her in tight and kissed her soundly. It was a deep kiss and she didn’t resist, this time she gave in, she could feel his cock harden against her thigh. Their tongues caressed as he sought her out to deepen that connection.

He stopped first and Sophie almost melted to the floor, she’d never been kissed like that. He lightly caressed her backside and once again reiterated.

‘We’ll discuss this…later.’

They unraveled from one another and then he left her in front of the bathroom trying not cream all over herself. She was breathing hard, trying to get it together but she was also wondering if this happened now, what the hell would later be like.

What Happens In Vegas…-Chapter 1

Her last night in Vegas, whatever this club Danielle had dragged her too was fabulous. She didn’t get to do this much back home. There was just work and trying to see about her aging father. But tonight was hers, her 30th birthday and it was fabulous. Her two best friends Danielle and Shatrice had taken her to Vegas for it. They’d been staying at the MGM resort in a fabulous suite paid for by Danielle, she was the one with the rich older husband. Danielle had always been at best, practical, she’d married an older gentlemen who was a real estate developer in Southern California. Shatrice had left her two kids with her boyfriend in Los Angeles while she partied it up this wild weekend. And Nydia well, she was here to celebrate her 30th birthday and her father was at the home in Portland, Oregon. She hated to leave him but he understood, he always understood. It had become too difficult for Nydia to have her father live with her especially when he started to wander away from home and get lost. Portland wasn’t his city, it was hers, she’d moved out there to be with the man of her dreams the one who was supposed to take care of her and after she’d gotten pregnant, he went out for a soda and never came back. It had been hard for Nydia, she’d lost that baby but that was many years ago. When she was young and stupid, she wasn’t young or dumb anymore. She was older and harder. She hadn’t really dated a lot again but was now dating a mechanic, Richard, it wasn’t passionate it was safe. She’d come here for fun and maybe some passion, she wasn’t serious about her relationship and she didn’t love him. The only man she loved and trusted was her daddy, even her good for nothing brother wasn’t to be trusted. He was living in Detroit, just out of jail, another stint at the big house. He and that harpy wife of his were there, they were no help with her dad, no encouragement, no support. All she had was her girls, the ones she’d met as a child in Inglewood, California where she grew up. They were the family she knew and trusted. They were here helping her celebrate her birthday. 30 years, no husband, no prospects, no kids, and after her miscarriage she’d been told no chance to have one. Time to celebrate or was it time to forget, Nydia Frazier, couldn’t figure out which one, so she just decided time to have another drink.

Emerson had spotted her awhile before, she was gorgeous. He’d always loved the beautiful skin of black women and this one had taken his breath away. She was like dark chocolate, all smooth and sensual. Her hair was braided in what he knew were cornrows, it was long down her back. He was fascinated by her hair, her beautiful dark smooth skin, she was all curves with long legs. He was tall 6’2″ and he was guessed she was maybe 5’7″ on a pair of killer heels ’5’10″. She was sexy but he realized she didn’t seem really comfortable with it, but she was pulling it off nicely. She was there with two other women, both who had men buzzing around them like bees. They looked, experienced, Emerson felt bad thinking that but those two had no issue handling men or using there sex appeal although he didn’t feel they had as much as the sweet chocolate one. She was trying but she didn’t have to try, she was sex, that sweet coy smile. He’d been watching her awhile, she had on some kind of banner about her 30th birthday. He kept wishing he could help her celebrate, she was looking around probably thinking she wanted out of that place. Guys were trying to chat her up but she didn’t seem interested, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and was hoping she noticed him.

Nydia was standing at the table, laughing with her girls. There were tons of guys constantly talking trying to throw their weak raps to her. She wasn’t as flirty as those two but those drinks were making it easier. Danielle wasn’t planning on taking anyone to bed, neither was Shatrice with a boyfriend and two kids. Nydia had other ideas, why not do as the ads said why not do some wild things and let them stay in Vegas. Her relationship with Richard wasn’t serious they had only slept together twice and it wasn’t that great. Nydia wanted some fun, her life was so dull and she knew after tonight she’d be back to it. Tonight she wanted to just live, just live her life. She thought she saw something or someone to have that good time with. She’d noticed him eyeing her about 15 minutes previous. She was never into white boys but this one was sexy as hell. He was tall, slim, and seemed in pretty good shape. It was dark so she was unsure what color his eyes were but his hair was dark. He was over by the bar just staring at her, she wasn’t sure what to do but something about him was telling her he was a good candidate for her wild Vegas night. He looked fairly predatory and it had Nydia a little turned on. Now how would she come on to him because he didn’t look like he was going to come here way. While wondering, she looked up to catch him staring again he was lighting up a big cigar and smiled menacingly at her around it. He looked like the devil almost, at least dangerous, and oddly she felt drawn to him. Nydia smiled back, he winked. Her eyes went down in embarrassment, she was right he had been staring. Nydia didn’t know what to do maybe she should head toward the bar, those drinks were making her a tad bolder than she’d ever been. She looked up and there he was.

‘Hello.’

Nydia was shocked he was there. He wasn’t holding the cigar but his smile was still quite menacing and sultry.

Nydia came out of her wandering thoughts, ‘hello,’ she said shyly.

‘How are you this evening?’

‘I’m doing fine and you?’ Nydia only knew to be polite and as bold as she believed those drinks were making her, right now she was nervous.

He was studying her face and Nydia was wondering why he was looking so intently.

‘I’ve been looking at you all night and I wanted to come over and say something.’

Nydia smirked at him, oh it was time for the lame come-on, she knew it. ‘What exactly is that?’

He leaned over and said softly in her ear so she could hear over the noise, ‘I wanted to say, happy birthday.’

She smiled, she’d almost forgotten they were here celebrating her birthday and she had on the sash.

She chuckled, ‘I almost forgot it was my birthday.’

‘Can I buy you a birthday drink?’ He asked smoothly.

This was the first Nydia had noticed his accent, he was English and now that he was closer she noticed how handsome he was. She’d never even thought about the possibility that a man this handsome and debonair would ever notice her. Maybe it was the night, the music, or this dang town but Nydia had decided she wanted to know him better.

‘Sure, I’ll take the drink but I want your name.’

‘My name is Emerson,’ he took her hand to shake it, it was soft and smooth with long fingers, ‘and yours?’

The girls had decided when they flew in that when they met a guy over this weekend they’d use fake names. It was just fun, there wouldn’t be any love matches here so why go through the drama of giving real names. Nydia had decided to use Charlotte, Shatrice was Carrie and Danielle was Samantha a play on the names of their favorite characters from Sex and the City.

‘Charlotte.’

‘Well, Charlotte do you have a last name?’

‘Oh I do but why go through the drama besides you didn’t give me your last name.’

He looked at her curiously, she didn’t quite look like a Charlotte but he was just glad she was talking to him.

‘Alistair. Emerson Chesterton Alistair.’

It sounded completely fake to Nydia but what the hell this was Vegas, where everybody is someone else. ‘Wow that’s a whole lot of name,’ she told him, ‘mine is Charlotte Monroe.’

‘I’m so glad to meet you. How about I get you another drink and we get to know each other.’

Nydia talked to Emerson most of the night, they danced a couple of dances and she was quite surprised because he could really move.

She found out he was an attorney from North Carolina in Las Vegas visiting his parents. Nydia tried her best not to give away too much, he was staying at the Bellagio. Nadia wasn’t trying to give much information, she’d have to lie anyway and she didn’t want to have to keep those straight. She told him she was from Los Angeles and actually she was although she didn’t live there anymore. She said she was a librarian, but she was more than that she was assistant library coordinator for the law library at Williamette College. She’d gone and gotten a JD and a masters in library science to do that. She knew a lot about attorneys and one of the things she knew was that she didn’t want to get involved with one but if it was just one night that was okay and anyway she had safe Richard waiting at home. Yes, safe dull Richard who kissed like a fish and whose idea of excitement was a night at home ordering in pizza and watching old episodes of Dragnet. She looked at him again, he was such a good looking guy like the guy from that Sherlock show on PBS whose name she couldn’t recall. But Emerson was better, he was warm and had a wry smile, Nydia almost wished she liked lawyers but having past experience as one she knew better.

Emerson had been having the time of his life with the beautiful Charlotte as she called herself. He knew that wasn’t her name but he didn’t press her. Every time he called her Charlotte she didn’t respond very quickly and looked tad confused as to why he called her that. But she’d try to cover the mistake, she introduced one of her friends as Samantha then later called her Shatrice the drinks he thought were messing with her little name game. What could he do it was Vegas, many people just came down here to be wild and free for a moment because you could leave your secrets behind as you boarded the plane home. He still liked her, they’d chatted more. He talked to her friends, they’d sized him up. One was a petite redhead with green eyes, she was 29 but looked like she was 40 years old he couldn’t believe how much work she’d had for someone so young. The other was slightly taller and little heftier than his Charlotte, the one she’d called Shatrice she had a cooper skin tone and light brown eyes. She was dressed to the nines, they all were but his Charlotte seemed the most capable at pulling it off. The other two just looked overdressed, she was subtle and sophisticated. A purple wrap mini dress with stockings with a seam up the back, those things were driving him crazy. Each time she walked away to the loo he watched those toned legs and that nice round firm bottom move gracefully through the crowd. He stayed around most the evening, he had her on the hook and had decided to play this one for all it was worth.

He leaned over to his Charlotte after they’d left the dance floor, ‘would you like to go somewhere a little more quiet?’

She looked over at him furrowing her brow, ‘like where?’ She said a little indignantly.

He put his arm around her shoulder, ‘no, no my dear I mean just a quieter bar this place is getting rowdy and I just want a chance to talk more without trying to bellow over everyone else.’

Nydia sighed she was actually feeling cozier as time passed. She felt that maybe this was the man she was going to have some 30th birthday fun, she didn’t want to know much more about it that would just get her attached. She did not want attachment. She had enough of that, she’d let the girls know she was leaving with this guy and would meet them back in the room later tonight. Nydia was no idiot she could take care herself, self-defense had taught her that. But she felt like self-defense wasn’t needed this night she probably going to be more than willing to get into whatever Mr. Alistair was willing to get her into. He looked so good as she stared him in the dim light of the nightclub, she still, couldn’t tell what color his eyes were but they were light. He was so sophisticated, she’d never met a man more sure of himself. But he was an attorney they were arrogant bastards but that was fine with her, tonight she’d spend her night with a sexy arrogant bastard and enjoy it.

She told the girls she was headed out with Emerson, they were hesitant but Nydia assured them she’d be okay and that she’d text them all the information from the hotel. She was on the find-a-friend app with Shatrice. They wished her luck and told her to be safe. And off she went to be wantonly wild more than she ever had in her life.

Nydia’s head was pounding, she felt like someone had let loose a jackhammer in it. Oh dear God if you just let me live I’ll never drink again, she thought. She wasn’t quite sure where she was as she opened her eyes, it was bad her pupils ached. She moved slightly and felt a warm body next to her, she jumped up immediately. Well this wasn’t her hotel room but it was certainly a nice one she looked around her clothing was strewn all over the floor. She felt herself retch, she hated hangovers but it was her own fault. She looked over to see a very sleep and very naked man next to her. She looked down and realized she was naked too. Emerson, yea now she remembered the attorney she met at the club last night. They’d gone and had drinks and she’d discovered under better light he was even hotter than he was in the nightclub. The man was heavenly chestnut brown hair with big curls, the most gorgeous light blue eyes she’d ever seen. She had decided to drown in them and he had swept her off her feet and into his bed. This was certainly a 30th birthday to remember, the parts she did remember. Although she did recall he was heavenly in the sack, Nydia had never been made love to like that in her life. Seeing as he was an arrogant bastard she was sure he’d get his jollies and leave her in the cold but he didn’t. He took his time, lots of time, made love to her body as he blew her mind. It was amazing. She’d come three times in that one night, she’d actually forgotten the last time any man could make her orgasm during sex. He was sexy as hell, that deep timbre in his voice and that English accent to go along with it. His body was from what she saw next to her and what she recalled during sex was in good shape. He was slim but toned and muscular, she couldn’t lie he had the biggest cock she saw on a white guy on any guy as a matter of fact. She was still a little sore from that pounding he put on her. She couldn’t say she was disappointed. But she also knew she was now like Cinderella and her night of wanton bliss was over, there was no Prince Charming or happily ever after. She needed to get the hell out of there before he woke up. She eased out of bed and tip toed across the room to retrieve her clothing. She found everything but her damn underwear, she couldn’t believe it. She looked all over but no lace thong anywhere, she did remember him removing them with his teeth last night. She wondered what he did with them, maybe he was freak that kept women’s underwear as a prize. Aw what the hell, she hated to give up a Vicky’s thong those things were expensive but she had to get the hell out of there. She checked the mirror, ugh she looked like hell, she’d be doing the walk of shame this morning but it was 6:39 am and she was leaving today she had to get back to the hotel.

She put on her clothes quickly as possible sans stockings and missing Vicky’s drawers and turned to look at the best one night stand ever. He moaned and stirred a little as he did the bottom part of the sheet drifted down to expose those taut muscular buttocks of his. Ahh Nydia thought his ass was certainly praiseworthy. Too bad he’s an arrogant bastard lawyer, she thought. She eased out the door and shut it behind her and made her way back to the MGM.

On the cab ride to the airport she got loads of questions from her girls.

‘Well, how was he?’ Danielle always the most cynical of the lot asked.

‘Yea girl he was fine but you know what they say about white boys,’ Shatrice told her smirking.

Nydia just grinned, none of them had ever dated a white man although Danielle was white she’d only dated black men and her husband was an older black guy. Shatrice and her boyfriend of forever had two kids and he was Puerto Rican.

‘Well, what is that they say?’ Nydia asked curiously.

‘You know that they’re not well…’ She looked up toward the cab driver who was not paying them any attention then back to Nydia, Shatrice’s eyes went down in a knowing gesture. ‘Well it’s what I heard.’

Nydia really started to laughed, both of her friends just eyed her with confused looks.

‘Well I don’t know about every man but this man was not lacking, not lacking anywhere.’

She heard a low ‘whhaa?’ from Shatrice. Danielle just looked, well to Nydia she looked a little peeved.

‘I’m glad you had your fun, little girl but now back to the real world’ Danielle said in a snooty tone.

Nydia decided not to pay her any attention, sometimes Danielle could be a brat especially when she wasn’t the center of attention.

Shatrice was just itching for more details, ‘to hell with the real world. I want details chick, gimme details.’

They wanted details so Nydia gave them up, those she could recall. It was an interesting ride to the airport.

Nydia had given her two friends hugs and they’d promised to get together soon and make sure they called each other. It was bittersweet good-byes but Danielle was right it was time to get back to the real world. If only Nydia knew how real her world was about to get maybe she would have stayed in Vegas.
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Nine months later.

‘Push, push Ms. Frazier.’ Nydia heard the doctor’s repeated commands.

It was hard, she didn’t want to push, she didn’t want to be here. After she’d returned from her 30th birthday trip she’d discovered a few weeks later that her doctors had been very wrong about her getting pregnant. She could and she did. Richard had done the honorable thing and married her. He was standing next to her in the delivery room. Holding her hand trying to coach her as a very tired and irritated Nydia tried to use her loins to coax a stubborn child forth. She looked at her doctor then over at Richard’s dark onyx face. She had been so shocked at the news of her pregnancy, she’d almost passed out. Richard hadn’t questioned a thing, although she had some reservations about his being the father he’d been excited about her announcement and proposed immediate marriage. So Nydia, Richard, her father, his younger brother and a friend she worked with had attended a patch together wedding at the courthouse. Where she had become Mrs. Nydia Greene.

She could hear Richard in her ear with his soft monotone coaching her along.

‘Come on darling, you can do it. Just a little more and our boy will be out.’

Their marriage hadn’t been one to set the world on fire but he’d been patient, kind, sweet and attentive. They’d moved into Richard’s apartment a nice two bedroom in Tigard. Her daddy had not been thrilled with the news that only daughter was pregnant before she was wed but he was understanding. He was sitting out in the hospital lobby waiting with her best friend Danielle, Shatrice had not been able to get away. They’d both been as surprised as Nydia but when they asked too many probing questions, Nydia would just clam up.

She was in so much pain but she was ready for this child. She never thought she’d have this chance and now she wanted this baby. She’d decided to call him Parker Frazier Greene.

‘Oh it looks like he’s going to make an appearance. One more big push Nydia,’ she heard Dr. Caldwell order.

She pushed and then heard the cry. He had some good lungs, she felt tears come to her eyes. She looked over and Richard was beaming, they took the baby, got him swaddled. The nurse passed him to Nydia, she looked over and saw the smile drop from Richard’s face. She could heard people congratulating her the back ground. Then she looked at her baby. He was beautiful. He was gorgeous with a cafe au lait skin tone, soft light brown hair and a pair of light blue eyes she’d seen before.

Aww shit, she thought.

Now It’s Time to Write

Well, since I’ve taken a break from blogging and vlogging about heavy subjects on my blog Married Girl In A Weird World I’ve come over to my other blog, this one, to do something I enjoy with my time off, write. I’ve been writing since I was a kid, I’ve always been a reader but I never thought I was a writer. I just knew I had an active imagination and wanted to put it down on paper. I’ve blogged before about what I like to read, mostly interracial romance, mysteries, suspense and thrillers I’ll do horror every once in awhile but only in the day time. Now what do I like to write? Really I write what I’m familiar with, what I like to read. I don’t know about other writers but I do what I know. Yes it may mean I’m stuck in a comfort zone when it comes to my writing but I have no issue with that, at least not at this moment. So right now I write interracial romance. I’m about to try my hand at a mystery, I have a few ideas and some small storyline but I need an outline.

Many authors I know write with an outline and I’m now coming to the conclusion that I’m really going to need to do this to write my best and make sure flow is correct. It’s hard to keep story-lines and characters in order in your head especially with the way I write because I write a few different stories simultaneously. Don’t ask why I do that, I just do, I have many idiosyncrasies that I have no idea where they came from this is just one. With my attempt at trying to write a mystery I know for certain I’ll need an outline. Because from all the mysteries I read, you have to keep all the plot twists and turns straight or you’ll be totally lost and have an awful story. The stories I have currently posted don’t have outlines, they just flow straight from my head and when I read some back, I’m a little embarrassed to see how I’ve forgotten small details about a character or storyline. But I know to some readers those things are almost sacrilegious. It’s not fun to see that but these are what I would call really rough first drafts, I wouldn’t dare attempt to publish any of the dreck I’m writing here. I’m just trying to hone my skills maybe one day I’ll think of myself as being worthy of being possibly published even by some of the smaller romance publishers or folks who do e-books but right now I’ll just keep writing for my enjoyment and sharing it with you.

Well, you may wonder how do I come up with these ideas. I sometimes like to hear how authors who write my favorite interracial romances come up with their ideas for stories. It can fascinating. My ideas come from my life and things that I experience and interest me. The story-lines may come from anywhere, my first story was from a challenge on a Goodreads thread. Then it just started flowing, most are centered here in the Pacific Northwest, because well I live here. I like it here and I think it’s a great place to set a story of interracial romance there’s a lot of them going on here. I also find not many interracial romances are with black women and non-black men are set here. Which is odd because we’re everywhere around here. My characters just come from whatever I want, I like to envision my heroines with the appearance of black women actresses I know, I do the same for my hero, I envision them as hot actors I know. You may notice I usually mention the name of an actor they’re supposed to look like in the description of the hero. I have to be able to see the character’s face because as I write in my mind I’m acting out the whole story. I know it sounds convoluted and complicated but it works for me. I usually have the characters do jobs I have knowledge of or would like to do myself, my character, Sophie from Surviving in Dateland, is a brewmaster, I’d love to be a brewmaster. It’s sort of fun, you can live out a life you’ve been imagining on paper. I usually write about folks around my age group, not that I don’t remember what it’s like to be young, I just don’t connect to that world and thought process anymore. It’s very different to be in your 20s in an interracial romance and be in your 30s and 40s in one. I go into a lot of detail, I know many say detail is wasted but I like detail in books, not all readers do and if you’re one of them my writing is not for you. I am a detail nut, I want to envision what I read.

I write in complete quiet and although I like to do it in the day when I’m home alone and it’s fairly silent. The best time is the middle of the night, I can write like the dickens at midnight. I just like it quiet, some folks write with music it inspires them, music just distracts me and I can’t think clearly. I usually do it now on my couch with a Bluetooth keyboard and my iPad, so I’m comfy. I personally hate sitting at a desk, it’s hard sometimes to type I have the beginnings of carpal tunnel syndrome but I can still type for a time then I have to take a break. I’m looking to get the Dragon software soon. Is that cheating? Well if it is I’ll be cheating because I don’t think it’s a requirement to be in unbearable pain just to call yourself a writer. So I’m getting ready to move along with my writing and start the new mystery, I’m very excited about that. I ask that you please comment on the stories, I enjoy sharing my writing and I want to continue to do so but only if people enjoy it. If I’m just stroking my own ego maybe I need to back away and take a class. Thanks for being here and sharing my stories with me. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Remembering Your Heart-Chapter 3

This contains explicit sexual content, please be advised. 

Chapter 3

It had been a few weeks since Luke and Mona had been dating and things had been going well. They hadn’t made any move toward the bedroom, hadn’t even talked about actually being a relationship. Although neither was dating anyone else, the conversation just hadn’t come up. She was shopping with Tori one day at Lloyd Center when she asked how things had been going.

‘Good I guess,’ Mona said shrugging her shoulders.

‘Good. I. Guess. What the hell kind of answer is that, that ain’t no kind of answer’

Mona chuckled. Tori could go urban really quick when she was dissatisfied.  “That’s the only one I have Tori. We’ve been dating, he’s been great, really nice, and he’s a good kisser.’

‘Oh that sounds so boring, where are the juicy details.’

“I wish I could give you some, we’ve made out, some heavy petting with our clothes on but no zing, no pow, no wow!’

‘Oh you have got to be one frustrated bitch.’

‘Oh Tori, the mouth, please!’ she hated when Tori used foul language it was bad enough she was an exotic dancer at that sleazy club. She’d unfortunately picked up other bad habits from it.

‘Oh I’m sorry Ms. Prim and Proper get real Mona you work at a fire station.’

‘Yes I do and I get enough of their foul mouths and I don’t want to hear it from yours too.’

Tori rolled her eyes and went to giving Mona the tenth degree questioning, ‘anyway, no rub downs, nothing.’

‘Nothing, I’m starting to think maybe he doesn’t find me attractive but can’t think of way to let me down easy.’

‘You like him don’t you? You want him to fu…I mean have sex with you, don’t you?’

Mona looked over at Tori who was standing near her as she perused the racks in Macy’s, ‘yea, I do a lot but I don’t know what’s going on. I’d like to rip his clothes off every time I see him and from what I’ve felt I know I won’t be disappointed. But if I move toward his zipper, he takes my hand and brings it back up. Maybe he’s just a damn tease, they have those don’t they, male teases.’

‘You’re asking the wrong person that, from my experience with men that club they don’t want to tease nothing but some coochie.’

Mona was quite used to Tori’s not too subtle dislike of men, she always wondered how she did the job she did when she felt that way.

‘Well if that’s what they’re doing at your job, the one I have isn’t doing his job.

‘Well have you tried to seduce him?’

Mona turned quickly and gave Tori a confused look, ‘Tori for real?’

‘What do you mean for real, yea for real. He’s a man Mona, you’re a woman so sexy clothing and I can give some tips on a dance that will have panting like a dog.’

‘I don’t know I don’t think of myself as the seductive type. I really don’t have the body for it.’

Tori rolled her eyes, it was enough to make her want to throttle her friend, ‘Mona you are the sexiest woman I know and you don’t even know it. If you were into girls, I’d totally be into you.’

Mona chuckled lightly, ‘well I’m so complimented but I don’t regularly feel sexy. I mean being a firefighter, I’m usually just dirty and grimy, no makeup, it’s not glamorous.’

‘Doesn’t matter, it’s time for you to be glamorous. Use what your mama gave you,’ Tori told her as she did some of kind of hand gesture to indicate the sexiness that was Mona.

Mona looked down at herself, she didn’t have any boobs, but she did have that butt her mama gave her.

‘You think I could do it, you think I could wow him. I mean Luke is sexy and fine as frog’s hair. The man oozes sex when I speak to him over the phone. I’ve been to his place too, I’ve seen a picture of his ex she had some big…’ Mona put her hands in front of her boobs to indicate what his ex had and she was lacking.

‘Big effing deal, you said she was white chick didn’t you?’

‘Yes she was white.’

‘Then turn around,’ Mona turned trying to figure out what Tori was speaking of, ‘look at that, you could get lost in that booty.’

Although Mona loved her curves she was sometimes self-conscious that she had a behind that was as big as hers was. None of the men at the station ever said anything but she’d noticed some stares as she walked by.

‘Mona use that luscious body to seduce this man, he likes you.’

‘Yes, but that doesn’t mean he wants to be physical with me. Maybe he’s scared that if we have sex he’ll think I’ll want something more.’

Tori looked at suspiciously, ‘do you want something more? Because you know it’s okay to want something more.’

‘I don’t know, I mean I like Luke. We have fun together but I’m not sure I want to be that serious. Putting my heart on the line means putting my heart at risk and I don’t know if I want to do that.’

‘But you’re willing to put your body on the line,’ Tori shook her head, ‘damn I don’t understand you straight people sometimes.’

Mona just turned as they continued to peruse the racks. No more was spoke about her playing seductress.

Later that evening, Mona sat in her living room thinking about the conversation, she’d had with Tori. If she was truthful with herself she’d say she really knew she was already falling for Luke although they hadn’t had sex. Maybe if they did and turned out to be really bad, it would cure her of the growing feelings she was having for him. But what if the seduction thing didn’t work she thought, she’d been trying but he’d been refusing. Maybe she needed to cut her losses, maybe he wasn’t feeling her as much as she was feeling him. Gosh I didn’t think I was that bad of a kisser, she pondered. Her iPhone flashed and vibrated, she looked at it and noticed it was Luke.

She picked up, ‘Hi Luke.’

‘Hello, bella.’

She loved it when he called her bella, it made her toes curl.

‘How are you this evening?’

‘I’m fine. Just relaxing after an evening run. I love running on these warm nights.’

‘Yes we have been having some fabulous weather.’

‘Mmm hmm,’ she said. Goodness enough with the small talk.

‘How can I help you Luke?’

‘Well, I’d like to ask if we could have dinner Saturday.’

‘Dinner?’ she didn’t know if she should go it was Tuesday, she worked Wednesday, Thursday, Friday and Saturday morning. ‘Sure, why not I’m not on Saturday night. You got lucky.’

‘I’m always lucky when I get to see you bella but we’re going to have some company.’

Company, she wondered who, ‘who’ll be joining us, your dad?’

‘No, no my dad is in the bed by 9 pm every night. No. My son.’

Mona knew he had a son Brady but she thought he was on the East Coast.

‘Really, is he coming out for a visit?’

‘No, he’s transferring to Oregon State.’

Mona was surprised from what Luke had told her of his ex, she liked Brady where she could keep an eye on him.

‘His mom is okay with that?’

‘Doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t Brady is a grown man, he’s made the decision. I stand behind him. So will you join us?’

‘Yes, of course I’d love to meet your son. You know what I’ll ask Amber if she’d like to come she’s still here doing her internship and since your son will be going to Oregon State, maybe she can show him around.’

‘That sounds great. I love being a dad but a tour guide not so much. This will be Brady’s first time out here since he was a kid. I think Amber would be great company.’

Luke had met Mona’s niece Amber and he really liked her, she was bright, funny and beautiful just the kind of girl he wished his son would be interested in. Instead he wasted a lot of time on bottle blondes with no goals and even less brains. Brady was a good kid but some of his life choices were starting to worry him, he was glad he was coming out maybe he could be a better influence on him. He knew Kim loved their son but sometimes she was a little too smothering for the boy’s good.

‘Well what time should we be ready?’

‘How about 8 pm, I’ll take you guys out to McMenamin’s Edgefield for dinner.’

‘Sounds fabulous’, Mona loved Edgefield and she also loved McMenamin’s beer.

‘I’ll you see then, bella.’

‘See you then,’ she said ending the call.

It was tough talking to him. Mona had to pull out the vibrator again. Maybe Tori was right, it was seduction time and she’d call Tori tomorrow for that lap dance lesson.

She heard the doorbell ring at about 8:05 pm. Amber called out, ‘Aunt Mo he’s here.’

She’d told Amber about meeting Luke’s son, Brady. Although she didn’t seem all that thrilled, she agreed.

Mona walked to the front to see a very handsome Luke, dressed in black gabardine slacks, black dress shoes and a white button down under gray cashmere sweater. The man always looked breathtaking beautiful, she could barely take her eyes off him. Luke smiled back as he noticed her, she wearing this beautiful cobalt strapless blue dress one of those things with empire waist that was long in the back and short in the front so he had full vision of those incredible legs of hers along with these wood bottom wedges, he loved her style.

Mona looked over and noticed Amber standing over to the side, paying way too much attention to the floor. She wondered what happened to her peppy, sassy niece. Then she noticed the young man behind Luke and knew why. He was younger version of Luke with brown hair and striking beautiful blue eyes. My goodness, he was good looking.

‘Hello there, Luke,’ she said as he stepped up to hug her.

‘Hi there bella,’ he kissed her full on the mouth. She noticed the two young people look away. Mona didn’t really care at that moment they were both adults and she sure they’d kissed someone before. Luke sought entry to her luscious mouth with his tongue and nibbled at those full lips. He loved kissing Mona but he needed to stop before his cock gave him away. He pulled away with her still in his arms. He liked the feel of those curves.

‘Well,’ he said as he removed one arm from around her waist ‘this is my son, Brady.’

Mona moved away to go toward Brady who held his hand out to shake hers, ‘Hello Brady, I’m Mona I’ve heard so much about you.’

Brady smiled and shook her hand, ‘Cool. I’ve heard a lot about you too. Heard you were a firefighter. That’s really cool.’

‘Thanks,’ Mona thought he was much like most kids trying to bumble their way through life. ‘And this…’ Mona said as she gestured to Amber to join her, ‘is my niece Amber and it looks like you two are going to be at OSU together.’

Amber stood at her Aunt’s side as Brady looked her up and down; he wasn’t gawking just checking her out. Mona turned and was shocked her niece was actually blushing. Amber was very fair, a product of her father being biracial. She’d started to wear her hair with its natural curl, much to her mother’s chagrin, but Mona thought it was gorgeous all wild and big around her gorgeous face.

‘Hi!’ Amber said as she put up her hand to wave.

‘Hey, how you doing?’ Brady responded.

Well they weren’t dazzling conversationalist but maybe after the nervousness wore off they’d be chattier. She was wondering how this night was going to go. She was also wondering was her niece as struck dumb by Brady as she had been by Luke. Good lord, what was she going to tell Georgie she’d blame her forever for hooking her child up with a white boy? Oh well, too late now. Let the chips fall where they may.

Luke took her hand and said ‘well let’s get out of here.’

‘Come on slow poke’ as she pulled Amber along behind her. She picked up her handbag and locked up and they were out of there. Let the seduction begin.

Luke had the hardest time keeping his eyes off Mona and those fetching curves. He didn’t know what was different about tonight she seemed surer of herself. They’d been in some heated sessions over the last few weeks and although she’d made moves he’d been sure she was doing it because that was what she thought he wanted. He was dying to get her clothes off and caress that beautiful body but his father had taught him to be a gentleman and that he would know when the woman was ready to receive him. Over the last few weeks, she’d hadn’t felt ready. Luke knew he was falling in love with her, he also knew he had a huge secret to tell her. He’d realized from some of their discussions that her parents were the folks his gang had terrorized and killed in the accidental fire when he was kid. Although he hadn’t participated and he’d testified against them, he’d still been there when things had gone wrong when he could have stopped them. Luke wanted to tell her but he never felt it was the right time but he’d have to do the honorable thing one of these days and confess. He felt that Mona would forgive him, she had such a big loving heart she wouldn’t hold that against him or at least he hoped.

He felt her arms go around him from behind.

‘Hey what you thinking about big fella’, she said as she nuzzled close to his back.

Luke came out his thoughts to focus on the feel of her warm body behind him. ‘Nothing much, just thinking I’m the luckiest damn guy here.’

‘Why?’ she questioned him.

He turned to face her and put his arms around her, ‘because I am with the most spectacular woman here.’

Mona blushed slightly. He loved to see her go all coy on him. It was very endearing.

‘You say the sweetest thing. I think you’re trying to butter me up big boy.’

‘You could be correct. I’ve been known to be very charming and also good with my mouth.’

Mona eyes went up in surprise and she decided to let that innuendo hang in the air.

‘You think those two will be okay?’ Mona decided to change the subject, she was doing the seductress role as well as she could but some things did catch her off guard.

‘They’ll be fine. I’m sure Amber is showing Brady a great time.’

‘Excuse me?’ Mona cocked an eyebrow at her handsome companion.

Luke laughed, ‘Mona you know I didn’t mean it that way but they’re young and it’s Saturday night in a happening city. I’m sure they’re having a good time.’

‘Oh, well I’m glad you straightened that out. That son of yours better be respectful to my niece.’

‘I can guarantee he will be. You know who his father is,’ he said kissing her soft lips lightly.

The kids had taken off after dinner, Brady had taken Luke’s Jaguar and he and Amber were going to some club in downtown Portland. Amber knew of some band that they both found they liked and she had some tickets for their concert. Luke had been happy to see them go, he loved his son but he was dying to spend time alone Mona. Brady said he’d be happy to take Amber home and he’d head back to his dad’s condominium.

As Luke kissed Mona he felt a stirring in his lions, he didn’t know what it was about this woman but he overheated every time he got near her.

‘Mona, bella’ he pleaded.

‘Yes Lucas,’ she said softly. He loved when she called him by his full name.

‘Mona, this night has been nice but we better be getting home.’

Mona pulled back to look at him, Luke saw slight disappointment in her eyes.

‘Oh yes I understand, why don’t you call a cab and it’ll drop me off.’

‘You don’t want me to ride home with you?’

‘For what, that’ll just be a huge cab bill for you.’

Luke brow furrowed, he’d had this feeling all night long that Mona’s new confidence in her skills as a woman were for his benefit. He wanted her badly. Did she want him he wondered?

‘Bella, I’d like to ask you something.’

‘Sure go right ahead,’ she was moving out of his embrace heading back to their table. He pulled her back to him.

‘Bella I’m serious. I don’t want to push you too hard or fast. That’s why I’ve been very cautious during some of more heated times together.’

Mona just stared up at him intently, biting her bottom lip. He found it oddly very sexually exciting.

‘Mmm hmm’ she said as she shook her head. She looked like a frightened school girl about to give her virginity.

‘But I think tonight in a subtle way, you’ve been trying to tell me something,’ she stared him her eyes softening. ‘Yes you have been trying to tell me something. Do you want to make love with me?’

Mona was shocked he was so direct, all of a sudden her seductress act kind of deflated. She wanted him so badly right now but she was so scared of what that would mean for her heart. But she didn’t want this chance to go without taking it.

She lowered her eyelids and said under her breath, ‘yes,’ she looked up to see his reaction he had huge smile on his face. ‘You feel okay with that.’

‘You damn right I’m okay with it. I didn’t want to dare take you without knowing full well you really wanted me too.’

‘Well what do you think I’ve been doing all these weeks?’

Luke smirked at her, that sexy thing he did regularly, ‘Bella I knew you wanted to fuck me, but I wasn’t going to go there with you. I’ve fucked some women Mona. I didn’t want you to be one.’

Mona was shocked, she knew he liked her but she didn’t know he felt this seriously about her. Had she been reading him wrong all this time? Wouldn’t be the first time she’d gotten some guy’s signals all crossed up.

‘Luke, I’ve wanted you but yes I didn’t want a wham, bam, thank you ma’am scenario.’

‘I’ll tell you what I’ll call a cab. we’ll take it to your place. I’ll tell Brady I’ll be home tomorrow and I’ll show you what it means when I say make love.’

Mona couldn’t speak. She just shook her head to indicate compliance. She turned to go back to the table and get her purse while Luke took out his phone and called them a cab.

Now that the time had come, Mona felt nervous and scared. It had been a couple of years since she’d had sex. I wonder if you can forget things she thought.

Luke was sitting on the couch relaxing. Mona had put on some beautiful bossa nova and the woman singing had a deep sensual voice belting out lyrics of love. He turned to see Mona in the kitchen; she was getting him a beer and herself a glass of wine. As she entered the room and came around to sit next to him, his cock jumped with excitement. Luke was no choirboy he’d had his share of willing females but he’d never found one quite like Mona, he wanted to make sure their first time together was special.

Mona sat there next to him, drinking the class of pinot grigio as slowly as possible. Now that it was time to seduce, she’d completely forgotten the tips Tori had given her.

‘Really nice…’ ‘Who is this…’ they spoke at the same time. They each laughed nervously at the foible.

‘You first,’ Mona offered.

Luke smiled that deeply; those dimples came out, ‘I was just going to ask who is this singing?’

‘Oh it’s Bebel Gilberto, I love her. I just generally love bossa nova music. I’d like to visit Brazil one day.’

‘Really. I’ve been. It’s breathtaking.’

‘You have, I didn’t know that. I’m sure you were blown away by all the beautiful women.’

‘Yes they were beautiful but none as gorgeous as you.’

Mona blushed again, she found herself blushing quite a bit tonight under his intense gaze.

Luke moved closer to her and took her face in his hands. Mona was still staring into those beautiful eyes.

‘Do you know what I’m going to do now, Mona?’

Mona shook her head no because she’d completely lost the power of speech.

‘I’m going to kiss you long and deep, then I’m going to do what I’ve been aching to do since the first day I saw you in my dad’s store. I’m going to make passionate love to you. Does that sound good?’ He smiled as he spoke.

‘Yea sounds great’ she spoke as if in a dream and then she remembered this wasn’t a dream, he was here, he wanted to have sex with her. ‘Hold it, Luke.’

His brow furrowed in surprise.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate with anyone. I don’t want to disappoint you.’

Luke gave her a devilish grin, ‘that only means when this happens you’ll be even more responsive.’ He move in to kiss her, his lips were light at first then he pressed in to seek out her sweetness.

Mona moaned under the kiss, he’d swept his tongue across her lips and she opened her mouth to grant it access. He was such a good kisser, if he was half as adept at sex as he was at kissing this was going to be a good night.

Luke thought it was time to get this show on the road, he scooped up Mona into his arms while still kissing her deeply. Mona was shocked when he picked her up, he didn’t seem to strain as he carried her as if she was light as a feather. He knew his way to her bedroom, when he got there he pushed in the door with this foot and maneuvered Mona and himself through it.

He threw Mona onto her bed, a little unceremoniously. She laughed, he smiled down at her then his eyes took on a stormy intense look, a look of pure animal lust. Mona nervously looked away.

‘Bella I know it’s been awhile for you so I’m willing to take some of the work off your hands.’

Mona stared back up at him as he began to remove his clothes. She could still hear the sweet sounds of bossa nova lilting through the air from the front of the house. It was more hushed, more background noise so it wouldn’t take her attention away from what this beautiful man was doing. She’d felt his physique but hadn’t really seen all of it. He removed his sweater and shirt first, she almost audibly gasped. He was so fit and cut, it was amazing. She was sure she was drooling but she checked to make sure she wasn’t. He didn’t seem too disturbed by her watching him.

Luke enjoyed the array of emotions that danced across Mona’s face as she watched him undress, embarrassment, surprise, appreciation but the one he liked most was her look of unbridled lust. She tried but she couldn’t hide it and he enjoyed that immensely. She lay there on her elbows staring at him with her legs crossed at her ankles as feet tapped slightly at the air. Her mouth was open just a tad with the tip of her tongue peeking out. He was ready to leap on top of her, he wasn’t sure she realized how sexy she was lying there watching him.

‘Bella you are the sexiest thing I’ve seen awhile.’

Mona chuckled quietly, ‘you’re just saying that and I’m still fully dressed, don’t get too excited. I haven’t removed the packaging yet.’

‘Oh but when you do…’ he said in a low sultry voice.

Mona swallowed. She noticed his look had become more feral, she wasn’t sure what to do. She felt a little uncomfortable as if she should be doing something; he was doing all the work. He’d kicked off his shoes and was unbuckling his belt. She was staring at his hands intently as he made fast work of those buttons and zipper. Then he pushed his pants down, she looked up at him quickly, he was still focused on her and then it happened, what she’d longed for since their first meeting. She looked down to see his cock about burst forth from his underwear. He stood up straight and he took his large hands and started to rub it. Mona tightened her thighs; she could feel herself start to get wetter. It was extremely erotic to watch him as he rubbed that huge cock, it was massive, she’d felt it but to see its outline she knew she’d underestimated its size. She looked up again and saw he was still looking at her from under hooded lust-filled gaze. Mona’s eyes widened, she was turned on and frightened all at the same time. He licked his lips and grinned at her almost menacingly.

Mona sat up quickly and pushed her languishing body off the bed, she wanted to be the one to do it. She wanted to be the one to reveal what hid beneath those cotton boxer briefs. Luke was inserting his thumbs into the band of his underwear when he heard a soft, ‘stop’. He looked up and Mona was standing in front of him, she looked timid but her hands her boldly seeking his body.

‘Okay,’ he told her huskily, ‘do what you like, bella.’

Mona put her slim fingers into is briefs, he’d grown out a beard and she could feel it as he rubbed against her face. His breath was warm on her neck and she could hear him moan in her ear. She pulled down and as she pulled she descended to the floor. Once she stooped she paused and there she was with what she could only guess was the largest cock she’d ever seen. It was as beautiful as the man to whom it belonged and it had an angry purple head with a tiny pearl drop ready for release at its entrance. It had to be 9 or 10 inches long with considerable girth, she licked her lips but she longed to lick his manhood. But she figured right now would be too forward.

‘Is it everything you imagined?’ He said not arrogantly but quite matter of fact.

She looked up, ‘yes’ she said, she should have been mortified she was staring at his dick like it was going to talk.

‘Now he’s ready to indulge in that sweet pussy of yours, but before he indulges I think I need to indulge. My taste buds are dying to savor what my nostrils are being enchanted by.’ He stuck out his hand and lifted her up.

‘Are you going to keep that dress on all night, bella?’

‘Oh!’ Mona had almost forgotten she was fully dressed. ‘Is there some way I’m supposed to do this?’

Luke stepped back and folded his arms across that massive chest, ‘no just do it dammit because I’m about to burst out of my skin,’ he told her jokingly. He looked very cute frustrated she thought.

Mona got to see him in all his glory, now she could have fun, he was smiling at her and she began to relax a bit. Mona decided to just do it in one fell swoop; she took her dress over head and turned her back to him as she did it.

‘Good fucking god!’

She got nervous and turned back to him, covering her small breasts with her hands. ‘Is something wrong?’

He looked at her and smiled deeply, ‘hell no, you are fucking hot!’

Mona blushed again and smiled, ‘really.’

‘Mona you have an ass made to worship and why are you covering yourself?’

She looked down at herself, ‘well…I mean I’ve got the smallest boobs.’

‘There is nothing wrong with you girl, take your hands down.’

Mona took her hands down slowly. She noticed the desire in his eyes, she was drawn to him. All of sudden she wanted to touch and be touched by him. They moved to each other and embraced. He began to kiss her everywhere there was free space to do so.

Mona felt herself falling backward onto the soft bed, Luke fell along with her. Her thong underwear was still on and as he kissed her he peeled them off. Luke inserted two fingers into her wet channel. She was warm and tight and ready for him.

‘Oh bella, you feel incredible like you’ve been waiting for me all this time.’

Mona was just caught up in the moment, his fingers felt so good, ‘yes, I’ve been waiting for you, only you,’ she said her eyes were closed as she rode his hand he had nice long thick fingers they felt delightful in her wet cunt.

He took them out and Mona felt bereft she opened her eyes to see him licking them like it was last taste of a gourmet meal.

‘Oh you are so good,’ then he started to do something she hadn’t heard him do he started to speak Italian. Mona had never heard him speak in Italian when Mr. Serrano spoke it he’d just answer in English, she wasn’t sure he could speak it. But he did and fluently and it sounded heavenly.

Mona was so turned on she thought she’d orgasm just by hearing him talk. It was low and sweet, he kissed her as he traveled down her body, leaving a trail of fire, and he paid attention to her breasts. All her former lovers had not paid much attention to them, she figured since they were so small no guy thought they were worth attention. He was still speaking soft words to her.

Luke could barely contain himself, he couldn’t wait to be inside this woman she was so sexy and beautiful, a wild mess of thick sable hair on a pillow as she moaned and writhed. She was a lot more responsive than she gave herself credit for; she rode his hand like a horse.

Mona felt his soft beard between her thighs it set her whole body to tingling and warm breath on her pubic hair. She felt his tongue come out for an initial long lick and then he went to work.

Luke loved that she had pubic hair too many women shaved theirs and he couldn’t say he enjoyed the feeling. It also decreased the friction between him and the woman as he had sex. His ex used to wax all her hair off, he hated it. He loved that Mona had hair, it was neatly trimmed but it was there and it kept her scent which intoxicated him. She was delicious, fragrant and tasted like sweetest fruit he’d ever indulged in, he could not get enough of eating her tasty cunt.

Mona could hear his sucks and slurps as he feasted on her, while every once in awhile she hear sweet words in Italian it just turned her on more. Her body was on fire, she’d never felt this good while a lover gave her cunninglingus, Luke was spectacular. Mona felt her orgasm preparing to overtake her. She wanted to give in but thought if she did she’d lose her mind. It wasn’t as if she hasn’t had an orgasm her battery-operated boyfriend had been sufficient but there was nothing like the real thing. She decided to indulge.

‘Oh yea, right there, right there Lucas!’ Mona moaned out loud, it was her time to let go, ‘yes, yes!’ And then it happened her body began to spasm as the orgasm of her life swept over her.

‘Oooooh yes, yes God yessss!’ Mona could feel her body release then relax, she was dizzy and couldn’t focus it was amazing.

Luke kept lightly licking her as her body started to calm, he’d never had a woman feel the way she felt as she came and it was beautiful. He’d spied her as she had come and it was extraordinary, her thighs trembled and he thought she’d squeeze his skull but it was heavenly.

Luke rose from between her legs smiling widely, Mona was just looked completely satiated. Now he was ready to indulge.

‘Now Mona it’s my turn,’ he told her as he cocked his eyebrow.

Mona lay on the pillow trying to get her breath back, ‘go right ahead, I’m ready to feel you.’

He produced a condom but from where Mona couldn’t figure out. He had it out and on before she knew what hit her. He was in and Mona felt so full and good, he took her breath away. Then he started in again with the Italian.

He was talking and plunging into her deeply and slowly, this man’s dick was like gold, rare and gorgeous.

Luke was in paradise, this was the best pussy he’d ever felt in life. It was tight and smooth like velvet, she fit him perfectly. Luke felt his Italian coming fast and furious as soon as he entered her. He was officially addicted to Mona; he wasn’t letting her go anywhere. He was trying to hang on but he could feel himself going over the brink and it looked like she was coming right along with.

‘Mona, you’ve got the best pussy ever!’ He said huskily and he meant it. ‘Oooh damn, bella. Unhhh!’ he came with fury.

Mona couldn’t believe she was having a second orgasm with this man, that just didn’t happen with her but it was happening now and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

‘Aaaaahhhh!’ she let go for a second time, she felt like she’d just floated to heaven. She wasn’t ready to come back.

He collapsed on the bed next to her, breathing heavily and smiling like he’d never smiled before. It was amazing, that was a lot to say. He looked over at Mona, her body still slightly shaking after the second orgasm. She had her eyes closed, she beautiful he turned over on his side and perched himself up on one elbow. She was ravishing after a good loving. Her wonderful copper skin glowed with light sheen. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at him.

‘That was….I don’t really have the words,’ she really didn’t how could she describe the most incredible sexual experience of her life.

‘Meraviglioso!’ He said as he put his fingers to lips and kissed Italian style.

Mona giggled like a schoolgirl, ‘what did you just say?’

‘I said it was marvelous, just like you,’ he leaned over to take her in his arms and kiss her deeply. It was nice kiss Mona thought, she could taste herself on his lips it was heady and erotic. His tongue did a slow dance with hers as the kissed and caressed one another’s sex slick bodies. He pulled back to look at her.

‘Mona, everything about tonight was right.’

She nodded, but she was nervous it was so good could they keep this up.

‘And I think it’s just going to get better,’ he told her softly as he spread light kisses all over her face.

How could she doubt anything about this man, he was incredible. Everything she’d ever dreamed of, she looked into his eyes.

‘Luke I want you to know that this the most perfect time of my life. I care for you so much, you are an incredible man. I think I may be falling for you.’ Mona let the confession fall from her lips before she realized it. Well, she couldn’t take it back now.

Luke saw the immediate panic in her eyes, it seems she hadn’t meant to make that profession but it was okay.

‘It’s okay bella, don’t panic I feel the same way. I really do want us to be exclusive.’

‘What are you telling me?’

‘I guess I’m saying I want you to be my bella, mine and only mine.’

Mona let out a sigh of relief. It was what she wanted to hear. She hugged him and then they started to kiss, she could feel his cock start to hardened she guessed it was going to be a long.

Luke was ready to make love to her again but the lingering voice in his head had him thinking, if you’re in love with her when are you going to tell her the truth. But right now he out that thought to the side as thoughts of loving this beautiful body overtook him. He’d confess later, now was the time for loving.

Surviving in Dateland-Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Sophie got there kind of early and was sitting in the bar nursing a glass of merlot, looked like her date was running a little late. She spotted him coming through the door of the restaurant looking around for her and charming the Asian woman behind the podium.  He spotted Sophie in the bar area and smiled as he came her way, the lights were low in the restaurant so she really couldn’t get a good look at him but as he approached he noticed he didn’t seem as dapper as he had the previous evening.  She noticed he was dressed nicely just a bit trendier than she was comfortable with, he looked like a Ryan Seacrest reject with his hair so full of gel it stood on end and looked prickly. He just didn’t look like the urban sophisticate from the night before; he looked more like a boy band reject, an old boy band in fact. Sophie thought to herself ‘what have I gotten myself into’ but she had to suck it up, she was trying to get back out there maybe this was her future love looking like a member of N’Sync after their heyday.  But she had to admonish herself on making an assumption about his character just from the way he looked; she had to keep an open mind about dating but she still wondered just how open she really wanted to be.

He finally got to where she was sitting at the bar, “have you been waiting long?” he leaned in to kiss her on the lips and she turned her cheek to him, he didn’t seem pleased with that greeting. “No kiss for your Prince Charming?” he said a little more smugly than he needed.

“I’m sorry. I just think it’ll take some time before I bestow that moniker on you,” she smiled but it didn’t reach her eyes or her heart.

He smiled at her, kind of predatory and smug at the same time. Sophie checked her watch, if this didn’t go any better she’d have to make up some kind of excuse to ditch him.

“Let me see what I can do about getting us a table,” he told her as he turned to walk away. He looked back at her, “well, what you waiting for sexy you need to come with.”

Sophie gathered her purse and slide as stealthily as possible from the bar stool so all her business wouldn’t be in the streets. By the time she carefully got off the bar stool Chad had completely left her and by the time she reached the podium with the hostess behind it he looked annoyed that she’d taken so long.

“You certainly are a slow poke,” he told her as he sort of rolled his eyes.

Sophie frowned, okay this date had just started and she was not enjoying his impatient attitude.

“The hostess, Gina has given us a great table,” he looked over the diminutive Asian woman behind the podium smiled at her, Gina seemed to look at him like he was the last pork chop on the plate and he seemed oddly interested in her although he was on a date. He turned back to Sophie, “I’m a regular here and they always give me the VIP service.”

Sophie was unimpressed by his use of ‘VIP’ status, she had never been really impressed by men who bloviated about their importance. This was a neighborhood restaurant, not the ‘Rainbow Room’ she was not a fan. The hostess showed them to their table, as they walked along Gina the hostess and Chad seemed to chat each other up. She was also not a fan of a man flirting with another woman while on a date with her. Once they arrived at a table by the front window with a view of the sidewalk and the lake, she seated them, she noticed that Chad didn’t wait for her to sit down but just plopped down in his seat. The hostess looked over at her sheepishly when he did and the look on Sophie’s face only showed that she was annoyed by the whole scene. Last night he had been a charmer, this evening he just looked like a snake, maybe it was all those glasses of wine they’d clouded her vision. Gina left and they sat looking at each other nursing their drinks.

Sophie seemed to notice he wasn’t as adept at holding a conversation with her as he was with Gina so she started to spark something up, “well, Chad why don’t you tell me a little more about what you do as an attorney.”

Goodness, what did Sophie say that for once he started he didn’t stop. He just talked and talked and talked the entire evening. He didn’t ask Sophie one question, she could barely got a word in edgewise when he wasn’t talking he was just bragging about everything from his hot new ride to his gigantic penis. She was a little embarrassed there were people around them at other table who would look over and giggle as she sat there uncomfortable and bored. When he started to talk about his yacht he moored over in the Mediterranean Sea, she’d had enough. She actually had to put her hand up to stop him from talking. He’d talked the whole dinner, even talking sometimes with his mouth full. Sophie knew a lot of hardcore manly men working at the brewery and none talked with their mouth full. When she put up her hand to stop him mid-sentence he looked insulted.  What the hell she thought she knew this was not going to be a love match.

“Chad can you excuse me, I need to use the ladies room.”

“Of course,” he finally looked as if he’d caught a clue.

As she exited toward the restroom she saw Gina moseying her way over to the table to chat with him. Sophie had had enough, Gina could have him she knew this would be mean and rude but she didn’t care this man had been rude all night long. She must have been drunker than a sailor last night to think he was worth her time. She snuck out through the kitchen to strange looks from all the Hispanic cooking staff in the back and out the back door, she jumped in her truck and took off. Finally, she was released, no more of charm-free Chad.

On her way home she’d received several calls to her phone from Chad, she knew next time she arranged a date with a guy she wouldn’t give him her phone number just email address. By the time she’d reached her condo in West Seattle he’d called almost five times and left a message each time. Sophie just wondered why he felt the need to leave a voice mail each time, couldn’t he just say what he needed in one voice message. She trudged into her home and kicked off those killer shoes and flopped onto her comfy over-sized chair. She looked at her iPhone and not only was he calling now he was texting really nasty messages, she’d expected him to be upset but not downright hostile. He was calling her things like ‘hussy’, ‘tramp’, tease’, she wondered how she could be a tramp and a tease at the same time. He’d said that ‘she didn’t have any class and wasn’t worthy of man of stature’, she just laughed at that. She knew she had class but she never wanted to be worthy of another man like him again, she was vetting much harder next time she went on a date.

Sophie decided to dump all the voice mails, he was probably repeating the same diatribe on there that he was on the messages, she just blocked his number and hopefully she wouldn’t run into him again in Seattle which sometimes could happen. She stretched herself and decided to give Leann a call about this disastrous date, as she picked up her cell phone it started to play her ringtone, Frank Sinatra’s ‘My Way’ she checked the screen of her iPhone and noticed it was her sister, Cleo, Sophie was shocked she and her sister barely ever spoke regularly.

She pressed screen to receive the call, “Hello.”

“Sophie…” she heard her sister say on the other end.

“Yea, Cleo it’s me.”

“Hey, Soph how you are you darling sister.”

Sophie’s brow scrunched together, Cleo was hardly ever this chatty or friendly with her, ‘I’m great Cleo, what’s going on with you?”

“Oh, I’m good, we’re all doing well.”

“That’s good, how’s the new car?”

“Oh you heard about that,” Cleo told her, she sounded as if she was surprised that Sophie knew of it. Wanda had told Sophie a little while back that Cleo and Kareem buying a new car, probably something they couldn’t afford.

“Yes, I heard. Mom told me a couple of weeks ago.”

“Oh! Well, anyway I was calling to ask a favor.”

Uh-oh thought Sophie; favors asked by Cleo were never little. She sometimes felt it was her right to make demands of Sophie since she was single.

“Favor, hmmm. What can kind of favor?”

“Ugh, don’t sound so excited about it.”

“Listen, Cleo what do you want. I just got home from a terrible date and I just don’t need this now.”

“Terrible date? What do you mean? Who did you go out with?” Cleo was putting as much shock into her voice and it was annoying Sophie, sometimes her little sister could be an absolute brat.

‘No one, don’t worry about it.’

‘Well, you’re the one that said something about it. I was just asking I bet it was with some white boy.’

Sophie rolled her eyes she was so sick of having this conversation with Cleo, “Cleo it doesn’t matter.”

“Yea, it was. You need to leave those white boys alone. I mean, one has already left you and now you’re out there dating them again. They’re all users, they don’t know how to treat a black woman, they can’t relate to our struggles.”

The indignation was rose in her voice as she went to lecture to Sophie. Mid-way through she’d had enough of her little sister, “Cleo!” she shouted and Cleo stopped mid-sentence, “okay, what do you want? I don’t have time to be lectured by you, you live your life and I’ll live mine.”

Cleo sighed into the other end of the line, ‘well I’m sorry, just saving you from heartbreak. You know there’s lots of hot brothas out there who wouldn’t mind dating you. Just put a little weave in your hair and you’ve have them running for…’

“Cleo didn’t I just tell you to stop. Now if we’re going to keep going this way, I’m hanging up the damn phone and going to bed. Now what do you want?’ Sophie could tell her sister was annoyed but she was sick of Cleo’s black love spiel every time she got around her, it was getting old.

‘Well, I’m calling to ask can you take me to the airport on tomorrow morning?’

‘This late?’

“Well yea, Kareem’s sister was going to do it but girl her man just got bail and he’s back home so she’s on lock down for a couple of days if you know what I mean.’

Cleo just rolled her eyes, Kareem was a nice guy but his family was as a ghetto as they came. Everyone was either in jail, getting out of jail or waiting for someone to get out of jail. It was tiring to hear about. Kareem seemed to be the only one that hadn’t gone but Cleo figured that was because the Nation of Islam got him before the streets did, he was a good guy and treated her sister way better than she thought she deserved. Although he was Nation of Islam he wasn’t ever nasty to Sophie when she was married to Mark, that’s more than she could say for Cleo.

‘Okay enough of that, what time?’

‘You’ll do it, oh wow usually you’re so siddity about everything.’

‘Cleo you better tell me what time before I hang up and you’ll figure something else out.’

‘I’ll need you here at about 6:30 am’

‘6:30 am, what the fuck?’

‘Yea 6:30 my plane leaves at 9:00 am so I need to be there by 7, can you do it?’

‘Yea, I’ll do it and you better have gas money. Where are you going anyway?’

‘I’m going to Phoenix for my job, they got some woman they’re doing work on and I need to be there. I am the anesthesiologist.’

‘I understand that Cleo’ said sarcastically it was like herding chickens trying to get her sister to stay focused.

‘Well good because I have to be here for this surgery, it’s someone famous but of course I can’t tell you.’

Sophie was aware her sister worked for a nationally renowned plastic surgeon the man went all over the United States stitching up faces and jowls. It was always a surprise that Cleo who she felt was sometimes the most ill-mannered person she’d ever met got this job. But she was good at what she did.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow morning Cleo.’

‘Okay.’

Sophie hung up before she could hear anymore of Cleo’s mouth, she loved her sister but she was a true pain in the tuckus sometimes.

She’d gotten up early and taken Cleo to the airport with her moaning and groaning about Sophie’s dating choices. Sometimes Sophie felt like the little sister with her, she hadn’t said much she was just listened it was best not to interrupt Cleo when she was on a roll. It would only get her talking more. After awhile she’d tire herself out, Sophie was happy when she dropped her off curbside she hugged her sister and sent her on her way.

She’s been up since 5:45 am so she was yawning when Grant wandered into her office at around 9:30.

‘Geez kid you look beat.’

Sophie looked up at him and rolled her eyes. ‘Thanks so much you know how to make a girl feel good.’

Grant had the good taste to look sheepish, ‘sorry Soph but you look all out what are you doing here on a Sunday?’

“I could ask you the same thing. Just dropped my sister off at Seatac and thought I would come in and fill out the monthly audit reports, they’re due to quality on Wednesday and I hate to  be late, Ned hates it too.’

‘Yea Ned can get cranky if those aren’t in on time. I sent him mine on Friday.’

‘That was smart, so what you doing here?’

‘Oh I got few batches I was checking on and then going to head back home, headed to the movies with the wife and kids later. How was your date?’ he said wriggling his eyebrows for effect.

‘Oh lord I do not want to talk about it. Loser with a capital L’, she put the L sign with her fingers up to her forehead.

Grant started to laugh hysterically. Sophie shook her head and laughed too. Her cell phone started to play Sinatra’s  ’My Way’ she looked at it and noticed an unfamiliar number. She shushed Grant and answered her iPhone.

She was still laughing as she answered, ‘hello,’ she said slightly breathless from laughing.

‘Hello, did I catch you at a bad time?’

Sophie eyes went wide, it was Brock. ‘No, no you didn’t’ she responded immediately.

‘Oh well I wished I had, it sounds like you’re having lots of fun without me’

Sophie could feel that comment go straight to her nether regions. She closed her eyes for a moment to picture that handsome face and opened them again and noticed Grant staring at her curiously. He mouthed the words ‘what?’

She shook her head to indicate nothing and shooed him out of her office. He went quietly but she noticed he looked a tad annoyed at her sending him away.

‘You still there?’

‘Yes I’m still here, who exactly is this?’ Sophie didn’t want to seem too eager so she feigned ignorance.

‘Oh I’m sorry it’s me, Brock Giles. That was rude of me not to indicate who I was.’

‘Oh that’s okay, how are you Brock?’

‘I’m doing fine how about you?’

‘Just great, what made you call me?’

‘Well I thought I might find you in middle of something…’

Middle of what, she thought.

‘Like breakfast and maybe I could join you.’

Ah breakfast with a beautiful man, really she could have eaten any food she had right off those tight abs of his.

‘No you didn’t find me at breakfast, you found me at work.’

‘Work? Who works on a Sunday?’

She laughed at him, ‘I do. I have information to get complete for end of the month audits so I came in and to get it done. It’s nice to not have distractions,’ although he was what she would call a distraction.

‘Oh, does this mean I can’t get my tour?’

‘Tour?’ yea he’d asked for a tour of the brewery, ‘oh yea, when would you like it?’

‘Any time this week would be great, if you’re not busy.’

She thought about her schedule as much as she’d like to take him this week was not good and then she thought maybe today would be a better option.

‘I’ll tell you what, how about today? Are you busy?’

‘Busy, no I’m not busy. Today would be great. I’ve really been looking forward to seeing you…I mean the brewery.’

Sophie ears perked up at his indication he’d wanted to see her, although he had corrected himself she knew a Freudian slip when she heard one. She didn’t think there was any chance of her and this luscious young hunk having a future but he’d be damn sure nice to look at.

‘Okay how about you come on down at about 12:30, I’ll be done with this stuff by then’

‘Sounds good.’

‘I’ll be at the front waiting for you, see you then.’

‘Looking forward to it.’

She ended the call and set back in her chair, she suddenly felt hot and flush. What was this guy doing to her; she hadn’t had this kind of visceral reaction to any man ever in her life. This was not a good thing because their age difference would probably be nothing but a problem. She looked down at her clothes and noticed she had on jean mini skirt, a frilly shirt she’d gotten at the Gap, a hoodie and converse tennis shoes. She looked a mess. Why had she decided to invite him today, she could at least invited him a day she looked really good. Oh well, too late maybe if she headed to the bathroom she could dab on a little makeup so she didn’t look too tacky when he showed up.

Sophie was stepping out the bathroom where she’d applied a little mascara and lip gloss. She didn’t want to go full makeup that would look desperate but her bare face was not going to win over a hottie like Brock.

On the way to the front she ran into Grant again.

‘Hey what you doing?’ he asked seeming way too curious about her plans.

‘I’m waiting on someone if you must know.’

‘Who? The person you were on the phone with earlier.’

Sophie looked at him and furrowed her brow it sometimes annoyed her that Grant seemed overprotective of her.

‘Yes, he’s my yoga instructor and wanted a tour so I’m going to give him a private one,’ maybe that would shut him up.

‘Oh, well good luck with that,’ he said kind of smug as he walked out the front doors.

What the hell was that about, thought Sophie. She turned to see Brock getting out of a Prius, typical Seattle tree-hugger. She wondered what he’d think about her truck. She noticed that as he and Grant passed each other they were sizing each other up. She couldn’t figure out what the hell was going on with Grant but as Brock looked up and smiled at her, she forgot all about Grant. She smiled back big, he looked great. He was wearing a Stones vintage concert t-shirt, good indication he had great music taste under a black button sweater, he had on jeans that hugged every contour of those muscular legs and he was wearing a pair of black brogues it was a bit haphazard but she liked his style.

‘Hey there’ she told him as he stepped through the door.

He looked at her and smiled big, he had the nicest set of teeth she’d seen on any man. Sophie had to suffer two years with braces as a teen to get her smile and it still wasn’t perfect. She still had a slight gap.

‘Hi how are you Sophie?’ he said while leaning in to hug her. She closed the gap to hug him back. He felt, solid, and warm she felt like letting her hands roam but she held them still around his back. It was broad and muscular, she wanted to weep. He was so sexy and as they moved back out of the embrace she was sure he had no idea how much.

‘I’m doing great so glad you could come today. Welcome to Passionate Brewing.’

‘Wow, this place is a lot bigger than I’d thought.’

‘I’m sure it is and we’re still considered a microbrewery. Come on in and we’ll get this tour started.’

‘Will I get a sample at the end of this?’ he asked. Sophie noticed he was looking at her lips as he said it she would have happy to give and get a sample of his but she knew he meant a microbrew.

‘Of course, you’ll get one but the cost will have to be listening to me drone on how to make beer.’

‘Listening to you will be absolutely delightful, please lead the way.’

Sophie led him into the brewery.

They’d been through the whole brewery; she explained how their brews were made. Gave him a history of beer-making and how Passionate Brewing was established. She’d tried to stay focused on the tour but every once in a while she’d look over and notice he was looking at her intently it made it hard to focus sometimes.

He asked questions, many about her and how she ended up becoming a brewmaster. She was happy to answer and had enjoyed his delightful banter. He was funny with a great wit and very smart. Although she’d told him a lot about brewing, he knew a lot too. She also found out he’d done some home brewing with what he had called ‘questionable results’.

After the tour they’d sat in the brew tasting room to talk. There were no tours today but tasting room taps were still flowing.

‘That was a fabulous tour, you know so much’ he complimented her as he sipped a Deception Pass Pale Ale.

‘Thanks it’s my job so no biggie.’ She’d chosen to indulge in a Bainbridge Island Brown today.

‘You’re such an awesome woman; I wonder how your guy lets you out of the house.’

‘Guy, what guy?’ she laughed, ‘I’m single.’

Brock looked shocked at that confession, ‘you cannot be single, a great lady like you. These guys are nuts.’

Sophie rolled her eyes, he didn’t know how close to the truth he was, ‘well I’m as nuts as they are. I’m on the internet trying to find love.’

‘You’re doing online dating, why?’

‘You say that like no one is going to want me,’ she chuckled.

‘No that’s not what I meant at all, you are beautiful, smart, funny and with rocking body.’

Sophie blushed a little, rocking body huh?

‘I’m sorry,’ he apologized, ‘was that too forward.’

She put her hand up to stop him, ‘oh no, don’t apologize this old lady is happy someone thinks she has a rocking body.’

‘I’m glad I could make you happy,’ he smiled at her.

An awkward silence fell between them. Sophie felt like something was going to happen and she was right. He leaned over his barstool and kissed her. It was hesitant and tender. She couldn’t believe she was kissing this beautiful man, it was sweet kiss at first then he took her face and his hands and the kiss became more demanding. Brock’s tongue swept the seam of her lip and then she parted them so he could have access to her sweet mouth. Sophie couldn’t move she could feel he was an incredible kisser and her nether regions were reacting to it. It had been a long time since it had felt this good. She heard something stirring behind her and pulled back. Brock was smiling at her broadly. He caressed her face.

‘You okay,’ he asked under his breath.

‘I’m fine, I thought I heard someone.’

‘I don’t see anyone. That was nice.’

She sighed and moved out of his caress, ‘yes it was but I don’t think we should have done that.’

‘Why? You’re attracted to me aren’t you?’

‘That part doesn’t matter, Brock. You’re a nice guy but there are too many differences.’

‘Differences, what does that matter? I’m attracted to you, you’re attracted me. How about we see where this takes us.’ Brock moved in closer, taking Sophie into his arms.

Sophie squirmed to get lose, the last thing she needed was some young stud to take her on a magical sexual ride then drop her like bad habit.

‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

Brock looked disappointed but he would honor her feelings.

‘Okay if that’s how you feel. I guess I better get going.’

Sophie smiled and led him back to the front and out of the brewery, in the parking lot they said their good-byes and he told her he’d see her in yoga this week.

Sophie went back in and gathered her things to go home. As she drove toward home, she touched her lips and thought about that soul-searing kiss that Brock laid on her. She felt it in every part of her body but her but her mind told her the truth the chance of any kind relationship between her Brock was a joke.

Rendezvous-Chapter 10

This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Please be advised.

Chapter 10

She was sitting on Paul’s sofa, she’d been here so many times while they had dated. It was so comfortable and she felt so at home in his house even after all this time being apart. He had on some jazz in the background, nothing too obvious just background noise she figured. He’d gone into the kitchen to get her a glass of wine. She knew what she was here for and she was wondering why he was taking so long beating around the bush. He emerged from the kitchen through the dining room to the sofa where she sat; he looked calm and kind of serene. She was getting nervous; she wanted to get on with. Why not just have this one last roll in the hay and they go and get closure.

‘Here you go’ he said handing her the glass of chilled Riesling.

He’d taken off his tie and dress shirt and just sat there in a nice form fitting t-shirt. She kept thinking he’d done that on purpose, sly devil, Violet thought to herself. Well, let’s just get this over with.

As he sat down to get comfortable, she decided to just blurt it out, ‘Paul, I know what I’m here for so why beat around the bush and play tag. Let’s just strip and get this over with, I’m ready to fuck how about you?’

He sat there looking at her like she had three heads. Violet was so over this, she started to take off her clothes, she removed her blouse and was standing to unzip her skirt when Paul’s hand took hers to stop her. She looked down at him; she’d never seen such hurt in his eyes. She was taken aback for a moment. Had she done something? Had she offended him in some way? She didn’t understand; all the things he said in the bathroom, the stuff in the car, she thought this was what he wanted and in a way she wanted it too. She stopped mid-unzip, her hands fell to her sides nervously.

Paul removed his hand from her arm, he was angry now but he didn’t want this to end in an argument. He wanted her to know how much he loved her, not how much he wanted to fuck her although he did. It was important that tonight was about love and intimacy.

‘Is that what you think of me, Violet? You really think I’m just some horned up joker only capable of only using his dick and not feeling a thing,’ the hurt in his voice was noticeable to even him.

Violet sunk back into the couch and slumped, she felt defeated and ashamed. This man had brought feelings back to her she didn’t think she’d ever feel again and more than just lust, pure and beautiful love. Her head just lolled forward.

Paul took her face in his hands and lifted it him, ‘Violet, I love you. I didn’t even realize how much I did until I lost you. That bull I pulled with Rebecca Althorp was childish; I was such a wanker for doing that to you. I apologize and I’ll never do it again. But you can’t leave me thinking that all I ever wanted you for was sex.’

Violet was looking at him and she saw what she could only guess were tears. She’d never Paul cry, she’d hardly even seen him sad. But there they were, he blinked and they started to stream. He wasn’t sobbing profusely just silent tears. Violet felt like such a damn idiot, a fool that’s what she was.

‘I could never have sex with you, ever again and I’d still want to spend the rest of my life with you,’ he said through the tears.

Did Violet hear that right, did he say ‘spend the rest of my life’ she was shocked.

She pulled back out of his caress of her face, ‘are you serious, Paul? What are you saying?’

‘I’m saying I want to marry you, love.’

‘Marry? Paul now I’m a lot of work as you can plainly see. I’m just now getting to the point where I can feel independent.’

‘That’s okay, I still love you and when you feel like you can be interdependent with me I’ll marry you. I don’t want to rush you. I know we both have a few issues to overcome but I’m mad about you girly. I don’t want you to ever leave me.’

Suddenly, he moved off the couch to the floor on one knee. Violet was in shock, when did all this happen. Was this what he’d been planning all day? Paul removed a small black velvet box from his pocket. Violet couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe. He took her left hand in his, it looked small in those large, strong mitts of his but he was gentle. She looked up at him.

He still had tears in his eyes as he opened the box and asked in the sturdiest voice he could muster. ‘Violet Maxwell, I love you with fiber of my being. I don’t want to go another day without you being my wife. Will you marry me?’

Violet sat still stunned all this was happening. She looked at him and saw the gentleness and love in his eyes. She looked down at the ring, this man was not playing. It was a solitaire princess cut diamond and it was big, she’d never seen a diamond that big. She looked back up at him patiently waiting for her answer. He wouldn’t have to wait anymore.

‘Yes, Paul I’ll be your wife now and forever.’

Paul sighed; he’d been so nervous she’d just get up and run out again. His face lit up with that megawatt smile that Violet loved so much and he leapt to his feet and gathered her up in a bear hug.

Violet almost lost her breath as he hugged her but it felt so good to be back in his arms so secure and safe. She could feel him suddenly let her go and she was bereft by the absence but she knew he’d never go away again.

‘Oh I almost forgot I need to put this on your finger,’ he took that gorgeous ring from the box and slipped it on her finger, ‘I remembered your ring size from that shopping trip when you tried on rings while we visited Portland.’

She was shocked that was many months ago, how did he remember that. But she knew that Paul was always very aware and attentive to her and her needs. She looked at the ring on her finger; it fit perfectly and looked like it belonged. She stared up at Paul again he was happy but his eyes still held some unshed tears. She took her fingers to wipe them away.

‘Why are still crying?’ she asked. ‘I said yes.’

‘I’m just so damned happy. You know I was planning on doing this differently but all of a sudden all the love I feel for you couldn’t be contained; I had to ask you to marry me. It couldn’t wait another moment.’ He pulled her into another embrace but this time it was sealed with a kiss. He kissed her deep and hard as if he never wanted their lips to part.

Violet separated first trying to catch her breath; this man could kiss like the dickens. ‘Whew! That’s what I call passion,’ she told him with a coy smile.

They both could feel Paul’s cock start to harden and the thing they’d both been dying for all day was about to come to pass.

‘Well it looks we need to celebrate this occasion’ Paul told her as he cocked an eyebrow.

‘But Paul with my engagement, I’ve got to tell someone,’ she said jokingly.

Paul pulled her close again, ‘they can have you after I’ve had you.’

Violet knew what she meant because she slick and ready for his cock to relieve the aching in her body.

‘Okay then, you first.’ Although she was happy to accept this invitation she felt some power in this situation. Paul wasn’t one to ask, he usually just took her at will which she enjoyed but it was nice to have him make a request.

‘Well where do we start?’ Paul said eyeing her sexily, all the tears of joy were gone and there was only male hunger left in his look.

‘Why don’t we start right here, on this sofa,’ Violet loved the boldness in her voice, ‘then move upstairs? Does that meet your approval, Mr. Dudley?’ She decided to become more submissive, letting him take over or at least think he was taking over.

Paul flopped down into the corner of the large sectional one foot on it and one foot on the floor. He was full masculine form; he wanted to play the game that Violet was suggesting in her question.

‘Yes, that meets with my approval but your clothing doesn’t.’

Violet looked down she’d forgotten she was half undressed when he’d gone all romance on her. ‘What do you need?’

Paul licked his lips slowly. It was a gesture not loss on Violet’s eyes it was fairly dark in the room but Violet couldn’t miss Paul’s hunger and that hard cock about burst out of those suit pants. She sometimes found his control unbearable, she knew with her own eyes he wanted to fuck her right into oblivion but the man was so nonchalant as he sat there. She felt herself trembling with unbridled delight, she was ready to be ravished but it seems he may have turned the tables on her.

‘Violet, pay attention please.’

She gone into a reverie at the thought of making love to him and hadn’t heard a word he’d just uttered.  She looked up, he was calmly seated and then he started to rub this hardened bulge.

‘I want to you to stand and remove your clothing but don’t rush. It’s been awhile I’d like to see you do it slowly.’

Violet rolled her eyes at the frustrating slowness of this task she was assigned.

‘Did I see you roll your eyes?’ he asked in quick brusque tone.

‘No’ she stated quickly. She could feel herself getting even more aroused, she didn’t know what it was about this man’s forceful demeanor during sex that made her long to comply.

‘Good but you’re not moving.’

Violet rose slowly and stood in front of him in a way she felt brazen and bold, his eyes never left hers. She removed her skirt just as she was about to do before he stopped her, he didn’t move to stop her this time. It dropped to the floor in a heap around her feet. She stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. She was standing there in a hot pink bra no underwear as he’d ripped those off earlier in the day, she didn’t know what had possessed her to choose that color that morning but she may have known already what she was in for today. Her mouth was dry and she swallowed hard to relieve her parched throat.

He was still sitting, not moving, not smiling, just his eyes she saw them as they raked over her near naked form.

Paul was trying to keep control but really he wanted to rip that bra off. He almost smiled to himself as he sat there and saw her naked neatly trimmed snatch staring at him he’d forgotten he’d already ripped her panties off. He’d be nice and leave her with something to take home. She was about to remove the bra but he stopped her.

‘No, I like you looking like that. Turn around,’ he said with a sureness only he could possess.

She wasn’t quite sure but she didn’t think long, she turned and then he did smile. He knew she couldn’t see his face but my goodness she had the nicest, roundest, most firm ass he’d ever had the pleasure of looking at. He was sure he knew men that would give a right testicle just to look at it and he got the pleasure of caressing it.

‘Move toward me, Violet but don’t turn around.’

Violet thought how awkward she didn’t want to fall but she did as he asked she stepped gingerly backward till he told her to stop. She was standing in front of him at the inside corner of the sofa. Paul had sat up and her beautiful behind was right in his face. He noticed that shiny silk that running between her legs, she wanted him badly he liked that and although he wanted to be deep within her folds he also wanted to make her wait a little.

His hands caressed her backside, he heard her whimper slightly and his cocked jumped in response. He couldn’t have that another whimper and he’d blow his load right in those $2,000 slacks. He smacked her bottom and hard, she jumped.

‘No, no Violet you have to be quiet. I can’t concentrate on this gorgeous round ass of yours if you make those sounds.’

Violet didn’t know how she was going to keep it in, she was ready to come, and she could feel her juices sliding down her leg. His warm breath on her butt wasn’t helping either.

He took both his hands and put them on each cheek and just caressed and rubbed them gently. So smooth and soft, he caught her scent she smelled intoxicating. Then he did it, the thing he did when they first came across each other in the bookstore, he stuck his tongue between those cheeks and just licked. Violet was holding it together with a thread of sanity and as Paul lapped at her, he swept that tongue from clit to her rose bud. It was over, she couldn’t stop it, she started to terrible in this hands, her head got light, she wasn’t going to be able to stand on those heels a minute more. Her orgasm swept over her while he was still enjoying himself with her backside. He’d noticed she’d come, he knew that tremble anywhere but he wasn’t done. He knew he couldn’t make her remain standing she’d probably fall over onto him so he picked her up quickly and laid her back on the sofa and continued his delightful work. He lapped at her wet pussy, he knew he could make her come again and again if he liked. He’d done it to her before, he was happy when he found she was multi-orgasmic. Violet was surprised when she’d found it out. He buried his head between her beautiful wet thighs and let this tongue do all the work. He was quite deft in the use of that tongue, a skill that been honed many years. He looked up at her, hooded eyes, head back; she seemed to be biting her tongue to keep from screaming he could only guess. He was proud of himself; she took orders well during sex which only made him want to please her more. Before he knew it, he had her shaking and convulsing, her thighs tightened around his ears he loved the sensation and her juices flowed right into his mouth. He swallowed him Dom Perignon champagne but only it was sweeter. He stood up wiped his mouth with his forearm and stood there to look at his handiwork.

Violet was breathing so hard she felt like she’d been on the working out and he’d done all the work. She was amazed at this eagerness to please and his ability to do it so very well. She’d only found she was multi-orgasmic during sessions with him. She figured the rest just weren’t up to the task but Paul could make her come so much she was aching in the next day. She looked to see him standing over her, she didn’t know when it happened but he’d taken his clothes off or maybe she was dreaming. Her orgasm had been so intense she could believe she was seeing things but as she blinked she realized he was naked. His cock was red and swollen, hard as steel and just about as dangerous. He was caressing it, getting it ready she could only imagine. She could feel herself beginning to get wet as her pussy tightened and pulsated. She figured she’d take sweet cock into her waiting mouth. She moved for it and licked the tip which had a small amount of pre-cum on it.

‘Oh no, the only place this will be exploding is in that sweet cunt of yours.’ He hoisted her up suddenly and threw her over his shoulder with ease. She looking at that hard muscular behind of his upside down, even that way it was thing of beauty. He must flown up those steps because the next thing she felt under her was that soft bed and the next thing she felt over her was the hard planes of that muscular body.

He took a moment to look at her, he couldn’t believe this woman was going to be his wife and he would be able to enjoy her to his delight anytime he liked.

‘Violet I don’t want this to be silent, I want you vocal. I want you screaming to the top of your lungs that you love me as I make love to you and as you know you’re mine and no one else’s from now on.’

Violet shook her head ‘yes’ as he entered her swiftly and completely. He took her breath away and he writhed in her slowly with her moving along as his rhythm speeded up. She could feel herself taking him deeper. Paul felt her cavern start to close around him, her cunt so was tight and it fit him perfectly. He closed his eyes only for a moment because he wanted to make sure he wasn’t dreaming that this beautiful, fabulous woman was here beneath him loving him with a passion he’d never known. Her eyes her clear shining brown and full of love, she smiled as his cock moved in and out of her. He knew he’d never feel anything for anyone that way he felt for Violet.

‘I love you, Paul more than anything. I love you and I’m yours.’

‘I’m yours too.’

He knew there was truth in that statement more than any other statement he’d made in his life. His body, soul, mind and body were all hers, hers forever. Paul could feel himself start to build up he knew he’d spill his seed in her at any moment, he’d been dreaming about this moment coming again.

‘Oh God!!!’ he felt himself come in such a wave of relief and happiness.

Violet came with him, ‘Oh Paul!! Ohhhhh!’ echoed in his ear it was beautiful sound. The sound of his woman coming in his ear, there was no sweeter sound on earth.

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Later on they lay sated in each others’ arms, slick with sweat from love making which they had done about two more times during the night. It was dark with only the dim light from Paul en suite flooding into the room.

Paul looked down at her as she lay across his chest, he was so incredibly lucky that she’d had change of heart and taken him back.

‘Violet, love, are you awake?’ he said softly into her hair it was laid out in a beautiful mass on his chest.

Violet opened her eyes and moved her head up to look at him. ‘Yes, I am my darling.’ She loved having a pet name for him.

‘Ahh love, I’m glad. I’m glad about everything. I want to get up and dance.’

‘Dance? Really.’

‘Yes, when I’m happy I like to do a jig but not now. I may be a little sore from that last round we went.’

Violet giggled.

Paul swatted her on her behind but not too hard, he only did that during sex.

‘Ouch. Why did you do that?’

‘You can’t laugh at me. I will not be trifled with.’

‘Really, well I can do anything I want to do Mr. Man.’ Violet smiled at him slyly.

Paul raised an eyebrow, ‘well what are you saying?’

Violet took his already hardening dick into her hands and started to rub it gently.

‘I’m saying that right now I’m in charge for once,’ she started to ease down his sweat slick body.

‘In charge, okay’ and as she wrapped her full lips around his cock ‘just this once.’ He laid back to preparing to enjoy himself.

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It was six months later and a very pregnant Violet was standing in the baby’s future nursery with the interior decorator trying to pick out drapes.

‘I don’t know, Colin. I just don’t know’ she’d hired the new boyfriend of Leonard’s he was great interior decorator and actually around Leonard’s age which was a really big surprise.

‘Well if we’re going with the yellow and green scheme, I’m thinking these two.’ He held up two swatches, Violet thought they looked good. She decided to go with those two.

She’d been a big decoration extravaganza, after Paul and she had gotten married in Australia and spent a month in New Zealand for their honeymoon. They’d come back and sold Paul’s house and moved into a bigger house in Issaquah, that’s when they discovered she was pregnant. The night he’d asked her to marry him, had been a bigger night than they’d thought. Violet had been so overwhelmed by surprise and caught up with the love and passion. She’d forgotten that she’d stopped taking birth control about 4 months prior so now a little Dudley was on its way.

When she told Paul he had been thrilled he’d always wanted to be a dad and what better way for it to happen than with the woman he loved. They’d had a small wedding if you can call 100 guests small at her new mother and father-in-law’s horse ranch outside of Sydney. It was quickly put together but everyone had chipped in. Paul had flown out Violet’s family and her brothers had walked her down the aisle. It was a beautiful wedding with Paul in a suit designed by Hugo Boss and her in a stunning embroidered lace sleeveless v-neck with trumpet front slit wedding dress by Monique Lhuillier it was simple but sexy. Nedra had been maid of honor and Pam a bridesmaid and Paul’s childhood friend, Bradford had been best man and his brother-in-law as groomsmen. They’d somehow ended up in Bangkok for the bachelor party. She didn’t as; it would have turned into a real life ‘Hangover’ movie.

Violet had finally gotten to meet his family and they had been wonderful and so welcoming. Everyone in her family and his were thrilled about the pregnancy. Nedra and Pam were excited to be Aunties to her new little one. Because as Pam said ‘as close as she was coming to having a baby was via Violet’.

She was coming from the bedroom when she heard the chef calling to her. Paul had hired this person a couple of times during the week as it was becoming harder and harder for Violet to cook meals. They’d also kept his housekeeper, Rosalita she was now managing this household but was vacation in Mexico visiting family. Although she loved cooking now was not the time, it was a summer barbeque and she had guests coming over. Paul was working on his own with an office in Issaquah so he didn’t have such a bad commute this Saturday. He was in doing some work for Harmon Brookes, he was still consulting for them and other firms. Violet had decided to stay home until the baby started school then she’d go back to work as the other Dudley in the Dudley Group, LLC. She missed working but she was happy to be home during this time and with the full support of wonderful husband.

‘Wilson, can I do something for you?’

‘Yes, Mrs. Dudley the folks are out back looking for a place to set up.’

‘Oh thank you.’

Violet walked through the French doors of the kitchen out onto the large patio, this house was a 4500 sq. ft. 5 bedroom rambler made of beautiful stone with a massive deck, swimming pool. It had trees throughout the backyard that lead into a wooded area in back. She walked back there a few times it had a small stream running through back of the property. Paul had a number of ideas of what he wanted to do with the place but personally she liked all the trees and wanted it to remain just as it was. She could imagine their child running through the woods, what a great sight that would be; she rubbed her belly and smiled down.

She saw the event coordinator for this shindig and they started to chat about where to set up everything for the party.

Then she heard a familiar roar of an engine it was Paul back from work, it was 1:00 pm and this thing was beginning at 6, she was glad he was home.

She excused herself from the coordinator who was talking a mile a minute and went through the French doors again to see her devastatingly handsome husband coming through the front door.

Paul caught sight of his beautiful wife, she was more gorgeous than ever since she’d become pregnant. He couldn’t imagine any woman in the world being more stunning than a pregnant Violet he was thinking maybe he needed to keep her that way but they would speak about that later on. He was carrying flowers, dahlias he’d picked up at the local flower shop. She saw them and smiled even brighter. They raced toward one another, him a tad faster than her and he caught her in the great room. He swept her up into his arms and hugged her then kissed her longingly while he rubbed that rotund backside and squeezed it ever so slightly.

When he put her down she said ‘well Mr. Dudley that was quite a hello.’

He tapped her bottom one more time, ‘you wait till later on when I say goodnight.’

Violet knew what that meant a long night of luxurious love-making with her husband. They’d had to work out the dynamics since her belly had gotten rounder but he was quite the engineer when it came to sexual positions.

‘How are you darling?’ she said caressing his handsome face, ‘are those for me?’

‘I’m doing very well, love, now that I’m home and yes these are for you.’ He handed her the gorgeous bouquet.

Violet loved dahlias, really she loved all flowers. She took them to the kitchen and asked Wilson to put them in water. Although he wasn’t the butler he complied, he liked the Dudleys they were nice people and very much in love.

‘Well wow, you’ve gotten this whole thing set up don’t you?’

‘I do, there’s an event coordinator and before you know it, violά we’ll be ready to go.’

‘Well while these folks are out here taking care of this business, why don’t I take you to the bedroom and we’ll take care of some business.’

Paul had decided later was too late he wanted his hot wife, right now and his hands were beginning to roam.

‘I got things to do,’ she said as his hands started to roam further ‘Paul, right now with a house full of people?’

‘As long as you stay quiet no one will ever know,’ Paul told her with wicked challenging smile.

Violet smiled a bit more, ‘okay but you know that’s not a challenge for me, it is one for you.’

‘Maybe I can take you to the bathroom for old time’s sake,’ he told her.

‘I’ll tell you what if you can work that out I’ll be amazed.’

He took her hand as they strolled toward their en suite bathroom. Violet was so happy and in love with this man. She was thinking all this from an encounter in a bookstore bathroom, life was full of surprises.

THE END

Rendezvous-Chapter 9

This chapter contains explicit sexual content. Please be advised.

Chapter 9

It was Monday at 9:00 am and Paul was running late, he was never late but he hadn’t been getting much sleep over the weekend. This new case with Tri Swisz Athletics had come up and they’d sent that damn Kurt Brandt over to handle some of the details. He knew that son a bitch was a charming snake, as he thought about it his anger began to boil over. Leslie, Paul’s legal secretary, had set him up in a hotel that at the last minute he cancelled, he was wondering where he was staying while here in Seattle. He knew that Violet and Kurt were friends and he couldn’t help but believe that he may be staying with her. He couldn’t get it off his mind he’d been tossing and turning all morning thinking about what he would do when he saw this guy in the meeting this morning. Well, now would be his opportunity when he walked into the Mt. Rainier conference room.

He saw a bunch of the other attorneys gathered around a figure at the head of the table with Harmon and Arnold doing the bulk of talking to the person. Lots of laughs and chatter, he also saw Kurt standing in the crowd. He looked on confused as he walked down to the other end of the table, then he heard it as clear as a bell. Violet’s laughter, what the hell was she doing here. He hadn’t seen in her in almost 8 months and now she just showed up out of the blue and to a case meeting of all things. He tried his best to enter the fray but it seemed everyone was there and he couldn’t make it through.

“Well it’s been okay working on my own. I’m enjoying it, I get to do whatever I like and take the cases I want. My office, my rules. I like that feeling” he heard her say bright and cheery.

“Oh if only…” said Sue Ellen Kirsch with a sigh, she’d joined the firm a little before Violet resigned.

He had to get to her, he felt like everyone standing there were making a brick wall between him and his target, Violet. He finally burst through.

‘Oh Paul, old man you’ve finally joined us,’ he heard Kurt say.

Paul didn’t even acknowledge Kurt’s comment he was so mesmerized by Violet. She looked absolutely gorgeous, she had on a white suit with a bright yellow blouse with ruffles on it, the buttons open just a smidgen so he could see peak at those beautiful chocolate globes she called breast. She was wearing yellow peep toe pumps and her toes were painted yellow. He was pleasantly shocked, when she worked here previously she was usually so conservative when it came to her dress but that suit was dang near scandalous with the long skirt with the slit up the front over her thigh clinging to every curve on her body. He felt himself start to almost sigh painfully aloud; he had to get himself together.  Lord she was gorgeous; his eye went from her delectable body to her beautiful face. Flawless as ever, her hair had grown out just a tad it hung a little past her shoulders. Those gorgeous bright mahogany brown eyes, she looked so at ease with herself.  So…happy. Paul’s heart sank at that moment, she’d moved on and he was still feeling the lingering sting of her leaving him. He hadn’t tried to find her but he had heard that she’d started her own practice and had an office up in Northgate. She looked so gorgeous.

Violet saw Paul step through the throng of old office mates. Everyone had been so thrilled to see her and she had been happy to see them all too. She’d happily taken the offer that Kurt gave her over the weekend to do some work for Tri Swisz while here in Seattle. She’d also been happy she changed her mind when he made the move on her the other night, she’d been so overcome with lust and a lot of still present grief she’d almost lost her head and ruined a wonderful friendship. Kurt had understood and although he told her he’d always been attracted to her he really had his eye set on a woman that wouldn’t give him the time of day, Joy, or at least he thought. They’d settled into a long conversation about love lost and unrequited but she assured Kurt that if he took a chance that Joy would fall madly in love with him. As madly in love as she was with this beautiful man in front of her. Kurt stood at her side and noticed she seemed distracted he moved close in and put his hand on her lower back.

Paul was not so mesmerized he didn’t notice when Kurt Brandt moved in next to Violet and put his hand on her back. Paul wondered to himself was that why she looked so care free and happy, she and Kurt Brandt had finally hooked up he figured. That dirty dingo he thought to himself, he couldn’t wait for Paul to be out of the picture. Bastard he thought.  Then he heard his name.

‘Paul, how are you?’ it was Violet speaking to him. Her voice sounded like pure silk and he could feel a chill go down his spine.

‘I’m fine, love, how are you?’

Oh well played thought Violet the inclusion of the endearment ‘love’ that he always used with her almost had Violet coming on that spot in that Victoria’s Secret g-string.  She gathered her wondering thoughts together to answer, “I’m wonderful. Everything is wonderful.” The words rang false in her ears.

For a moment to her it seemed no one was there but she and Paul, she could hear other voices but they all sounded like Charlie Brown’s teacher while she was stared at him. He looked so gorgeous still, although under his eyes it seemed a little darker as if he hadn’t been sleeping well. But that one blemish didn’t take away from the male beauty that was Paul Dudley. He had on a black suit, she couldn’t tell who by maybe Ozwald Boateng, Paul was that kind of man and that suit fit him perfectly. He had on a beautiful white shirt and silk tie with black, white and gray. He could always work a suit like it owed him money. Violet could feel her flesh start to heat up and she needed a drink of water. She excused herself from the crowd and went over to the buffet hutch in the conference room to get a glass.

Paul thought this would be a good opportunity for him to whisper a little nugget in her ear, maybe something naughty.  He walked over before anyone noticed, especially Kurt.

‘I’m so shocked to see you here’ he said low to her leaning in close.

Violet was slightly startled and jumped a little not in surprise but his breath was warm on her neck she felt she was going to pass out. She turned slightly towards him and tried not to look him the eye, ‘really I’m still working as an attorney and Kurt said he needed some help so he hired me for a bit. There’s no conflict of interest if that’s what you’re worried about.’

Paul moved closer so they were touching, his eyes seared into Violet, he wanted her to look up at him.

Violet could feel the heat of his glare she tried to will herself not to look at him but she couldn’t this man still had a hold on her after all these months. She looked up at him slowly, he stood staring motionless his body just barely brushing hers. Violet kept her legs tight together because her womanly juices were about to stream down and that g-string wasn’t going to hold anything in. His eyes held that same feral glare they did when they would make love, he looked like he could will her clothes to just fall easily from her body. She could feel him breathing, his nostrils flared as he took in her scent.

‘You smell good Violet’ he told her in hushed tones only they could hear, ‘you smell…ready.’

Violet’s eyes widened, she was astounded could the man smell her wetness.

Paul realized she knew what he was talking about, his smile widened not exactly friendly more dangerous. Yes he could, he knew Violet’s womanly scent anywhere and her aroma was like the sweetest perfume to him. Paul couldn’t resist he licked his lips.

Violet thought ‘Oh my god, I’ve made a mistake I have to get out of here now.’ She turned to rush out of the room to the bathroom. She heard Kurt calling after her; she didn’t turn as she rushed out of the room ‘I’ll be right back’ and rushed down the hall to executives’ private bathroom.

Paul thought this was his chance, if he couldn’t get her back he could at least make her remember him forever.

Paul exited the Mt. Rainier Conference room without being noticed. They’d be starting this meeting in a few minutes but he had just enough time to see what Violet was doing. He knew she’d gone to executive lavatory, they were the nicest on this floor and seeing that she and Sue Ellen Kirsch were the only two women in this meeting she’d probably be there alone.  Paul knocked on the door to the bathroom and waited.

Violet heard a knock on the bathroom door, she wondered who it was. Sue Ellen should have a cardkey to this toilet, maybe it was one the legal secretary’s that needed to go to the bathroom really quick. This was just for partners but what the hell she didn’t work here anymore why not let them in so they can see the perks they missed out on. She went to the door and opened it, there was Paul. Something about this scenario seemed familiar.

‘Hello’ he said smoothly and entered. Violet didn’t think to stop him she was so shocked he was there in the first place.

‘Paul what are doing here?’ she asked bewildered.

He cocked one eyebrow in a look to her that said ‘are you really serious?’

‘Violet your pussy was calling me,’ he told her matter of factly as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

Violet blinked she’d forgotten how direct he could be when it came to sex.

‘Paul I’m not doing this’ she warned but her words sounded weak even to her.

‘Doing what?’ he said he looked as if he didn’t know what she was talking about; he eased her toward the sink. He’d taken off his jacket and slung his tie to the side, and he was rolling up his sleeves.

Violet couldn’t take her eyes off his gestures they were sexy and so male, she felt her bottom bump against the granite counter. She looked back only to see herself looking like a sex-starved vamp and Paul looming over her like the Big Bad Wolf. What the hell she thought, just go with it, she noticed after he’d rolled up his sleeves he was sinking toward the floor. Before she knew it he was on his knees and her skirt was hitched up, panties ripped and thrown to the side and this man had his face buried in her soft wet patch. Violet couldn’t believe it this beautiful man, in what she could only guess was a 7 or 8 thousand dollar suit, was on his knees eating her out like he was a dying man with his last meal. Violet had to put her hands behind her on the counter to stay steady. Her knees were starting to buckle. She guessed he realized this because he slung her legs around his ears and continued. She heard his greedy slurps as his ate her pussy like a gourmet meal. Violet’s head rocked back, she could feel the cold granite on her behind but it was heating up quick and so was she.  She wanted to ask a question but she couldn’t make a coherent sentence, she couldn’t put together a coherent thought, all she could do is feel and that’s all she wanted to do is feel. Feel the man that she missed and loved bringing her pleasure.

Paul felt even though he was sucking her clit and licking her juicy pussy he wouldn’t be satiated. It tasted like heaven; Paul hadn’t forgotten that Violet had the sweetest cunt he’d ever tasted. It was like a ripe peach, her wetness was running down his chin but he didn’t want to let a bit of it get away from him. He would have said something to her but he didn’t want to miss a drop. So he feasted on that slippery flesh.

Violet could herself building up, this would be the fastest she’d ever orgasmed but only Paul could do something like that. All of a sudden it hit her like a thunderbolt, her orgasm came on so fast and strong Violet felt she could have crushed that countertop beneath her fingers.

Paul felt the rumblings her orgasm her thighs clinched tight around his head and it felt fabulous. It felt good to make her body feel pleasure under his ministrations. Paul knew now that he’d done this, he had the opportunity to make her his again all he had to do is get a chance to talk to her. After the orgasm he looked up at her.

Violet looked down at him on his knees with her slickness spread across his face along with that devilish grin. She loved him so much but she couldn’t let one orgasm confuse her and let him back into her life, she didn’t want to be manipulated. She bounded off the counter and eased away from him. Paul stood up and had straightened out his clothing and hair before she knew it, goddammit how did he do that she thought. Violet pulled her skirt down as she tried to wipe herself clean, she was dying to have him fuck her at that counter but she was also so angry he was so smug. If he thought he’d just come back and eat a little pussy and all would be forgiven he had another thing coming. She pulled down her skirt sans panties and picked up her scrap of underwear and deposited it in the trash and opened door to leave.  She turned to see him standing there smug as ever with a huge hard on in those expensive dress pants.

‘Damn you Paul, damn you’ she said through clenched teeth and she swept out of the executive lavatory back down the hall to the conference room.

Paul stood there smiling with the hardest cock he’d ever had in his life. He knew he had her where he wanted her mentally now if only he could get her to where he wanted her physically.

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Violet never squirmed so much in a chair in all her days, as the meeting went on into the early afternoon all she could feel were Paul’s eyes, the absence of her underwear and the slickness of her crotch. It was the most uncomfortable meeting of her life. She sat the large oval shaped table as they talked about the new acquisitions for Tri Swisz brand, she attempted with all her might not to look at Paul but every once in awhile her mind would get the best of her and her eyes would wander up. There he would be staring at her, not that she believed anyone noticed he seemed to be very stealth about it or at least she felt like that. He played with his pen, she noticed him writing notes while still staring at her. She had zoned out about 45 minutes ago. They’d been dismissed for lunch and she headed back to her own office and had lunch with Kurt. Kurt seemed none to the wary about where she’d gone or why she looked disheveled but did she look disheveled? She’d gone into the bathroom, the regular one not the private one she didn’t want a repeat of this morning’s performance,  checked herself out in the mirror she looked fine a tad flushed but her pecan hue hid that well.

The meeting dragged on and on it was 6:00 pm when it was finally dismissed. Harmon invited them all to dinner at the Rockwell’s on the firm, Kurt had accepted so she had to accept just looked good after all this time away to be friendly. The one person she wanted to avoid being friendly with was Paul Dudley, he offered her a ride over to Rockwell’s.

‘Violet I’ll be happy to chauffeur over to the restaurant,’ he inquired.

She looked around for Kurt wasn’t he the person she’d driven in with, they’d taken a car sent by Harmon this morning. What the hell happened to him, she noticed him walking down the hall talking to Harmon and Roger Strasser.  Judas!

‘Well I don’t know, I think Kurt and I should ride together we’ve got some things to talk about before tomorrow’s meeting,’ she tried to get away from him. He took her arm and told her, ‘oh come on after this morning, we’re still good friends. Let me give you a ride.’ But the way he said ‘ride’ Violet didn’t think he meant his car. She wondered if she could get anyone else to join them but Pam was in Argentina, so she was on her own.

Well it was just down the block, she figured she’d be okay with him till they got to the restaurant in Magnolia. They rode down the elevator the garage in silence, she’d look at him every once in awhile and he’d smile that same feral smile. Violet kept thinking what a bad idea this was but there was no turning back now. He didn’t try to touch her or kiss her; he was very cordial unlike his scene in the bathroom earlier today. She kept wondering what it was about her, this man and bathrooms being a sex den.

He was in that mustang he took her out on their first real date, she loved that car. Every time she saw one on the roads in Seattle she always looked to see if it was him behind the wheel but it never was. He clicked the alarm off and before she could outstretch her arm he was there opening her door, Paul was a gentlemen and she missed that about it. She missed a lot of things about him, his laugh, his sweetness, his honesty, and well in the bathroom this morning she found she missed that tongue, his touch, how he made her body shiver with excitement at the slightest glance. She sat there thinking she needed to steel her resolve with him in this car as he slid in beside her and turned to smile at her with a wink, she knew she was in for an uphill climb on that task.

As they drove along it was still light out, it was Spring in Seattle so it was still a little cold, rainy but the sun was staying out later into the evening.  They rode along in silence, the radio wasn’t even playing so Violet felt a tad unnerved. She noticed Paul wasn’t really disturbed at all. She couldn’t take the uncomfortable silence one more moment.

‘That was a very productive meeting, don’t you think?’ it was an inane statement but she had to say something to break up the weird vibe in the car.

Paul seemed to come out of some sort of reverie, ‘yes, it was very stimulating’ he said with emphasis on the word ‘stimulating’. Violet turned her head to the window. Maybe she should have just been quiet. ‘You know what my favorite part was?’ he asked her.

She turned back toward him, ‘no, what?’ she said curiously.

‘The smell of your sweet snatch on my upper lip all day, it was intoxicating.’

Violet sighed she wasn’t sure what to do, this man was driving her senses crazy and whenever he’d say anything she wanted to rip off her clothes or have him rip them off.

‘Paul you have to stop, I can’t take it. I think I need to go home, this evening is going to turn into a disaster if you keep on like this.’

‘Oh no love, this evening is going to turn into exactly what I want and I want you.’

All of a sudden he swung a quick right at the next light. She wasn’t sure what he was doing but she noticed he was headed toward Queen Anne Hill.

‘Where are we going?’ Violet shouted indignantly.

‘To my house, I’m not kidnapping you. You’ve been there before but before you get on with that little shite Kurt, I’m going to embed myself into your memory.’

‘Are you going to try to take me against my will, Paul? Is that the game you’re playing? Well, that will not…’

But she didn’t finish he covered her mouth with his hand, ‘Violet if you ever in your life accuse me of trying to rape you, I’ll never speak to you again. Ever,’ he looked over her briefly with a furrowed brow. He was extremely angry, ‘do you understand me?’ he rumbled.

Violet shook her head she knew Paul would never do anything so loathsome but she was trying to appeal to the gentlemen in him. I guess the gentlemen was out and Mr. Rough and Ready was in.

He removed his hand from her face and set it on her knee, it was not a sexual gesture more than a reassuring one.

‘Do you want to come home with me, Violet? I’d adore if you’d agree.’

She was surprised he asked, when Paul wanted something he usually just went for it especially when it came to them and sexual intimacy. Violet wondered what this would mean. She also wondered why he thought she and Kurt were involved. If she went to his house maybe they could discuss this, maybe she could get the answers she wanted and get some closure. Who was she fooling; she knew if she went all she’d get is the fuck of her life. She knew she’d regret this but she agreed.

‘Yes, I’ll come home with you Paul.’

New Reading Discovery-Robert B. Parker and Agatha Christie

Sometimes I happen upon a new reading discovery, now to tell the truth it’s quite a shame because although they are new to me they are old to everyone else and these authors have been around for decades and in this case these two authors are dead. Now don’t ask me where my head has been, stuck in the sand, regarding either of these fine writers. Blame it on my sometimes obsession with reading interracial romance and writing it that I forget there are other writers and genres that I like and should take notice of. As you know I do love mysteries, suspense and thrillers I’m trying to get into horror but I hate to admit this, but I am actually kind of a fraidy cat when it comes to scary stuff as much as I love Edgar Allan Poe, I can’t read his stories at night. But while looking for some pulp fiction mysteries to read, I stumble across Robert B. Parker, now if you don’t know who Mr. Parker is you may know the television series from the eighties, Spenser for Hire, based on his book series. I had a huge crush on Robert Urich as a teenager. I actually had no idea there was a book series attached to this, one of my all time favorite television series, what a happy day when I discovered there was. He also writes the Jesse Stone series, they also have television movies attached to them starring the incredibly sexy, Tom Selleck. There are a plethora of books in both these series and I just started reading the Spenser one like 2 weeks ago but I have now finished five in his Spenser series including:

Pale Kings and Princes

A Catskill Eagle

Looking for Rachel Wallace

The Judas Goat

Crimson Joy

All the books were excellent, quick, funny and exciting reads. I must say I enjoy the ones where Spenser and Hawk get to banter with one another, Mr. Parker really did write some great fleshed out, interesting, slightly dangerous and sometimes lovable characters. If you like a good suspense detective novel, I’d highly recommend these, I’m currently reading Walking Shadow and The Widening Gyre at the same time. It’s just a habit, I read about five books at once. But I decided to take a slight break from reading Mr. Parker to introduce myself to another mystery writer that although I’ve seen movies and PBS series based on her novels and characters I’d never actually read one.

Don’t ask me why I’d never read Agatha Christie, I find it a terrible defect in my character at this point. The woman is a brilliant writer from just watching the movies alone, I knew that. As much as a fan of mysteries as I am, I hold my head in deplorable shame that I’m only now at this late age reading one of her books. But now that I’ve read the one, I’ve discovered a voracious appetite for all things Christie. Her books have only been outsold by the Bible and Shakespeare now that’s quite a feat. I must say after my first dip in the Agatha Christie pool of mystery with a Miss Marple mystery, A Caribbean Mystery, I am fairly hooked. It started a little slow but I was drawn in by the 3rd chapter and it had me guessing all the way to the end, took me one day to read it. She doesn’t shy away from talking about what probably would been some delicate subjects in her day for books and specifically books by a woman. I want to weep on my pillow for just discovering her stories. Next I’m on to a Hercule Piorot mystery, Death on the Nile, I’ll let you know what I think but at this point I’m sure I won’t be disappointed. I would recommend whatever genre you like, you try to discover new authors and even some older authors that may have written in that genre. What I am discovering it’s fun to discover a gem that I never knew was there and even better, I get buy more books. I really do need more shelving for this office/library.

My Kindle Fire Review

First and foremost, if you’re a techie this review is not for you. I am not a consumer electronics expert so they’ll be no talk of RAM and things of that nature. What I will talk about is the functionality of this product and how I’m doing with using it.

Okay let’s just get this part out of the way, I LOVE THIS FUCKING THING!!!! I absolutely adore it, best gift ever this Christmas along with a devotional my husband gave me by Joel Osteen. I’m such a conundrum cussing and talking about devotionals in the same paragraph, don’t worry God gets me even if no one else does. Anyway, I love the Kindle Fire it does everything I need it to do and we spent less money on it than an iPad personally I wasn’t all that cheesed up about getting an iPad once I figured out Amazon was no longer downloading books to my iPhone, the point of me getting a tablet was so I could read more and see it. I no longer have to lift my glasses to read the small writing on my iPhone, I’m blind enough and that phone was making more blind. It’s easy to use, comes completely set up the only thing I had to download to it was my music and I did that via the Amazon Cloud (you have to have an account at Amazon to get access) and what’s so great is that stuff you store at the Cloud doesn’t take up any storage space on your device. Now to get all you can get with accessibility on the Kindle Fire you need a Wi-Fi connection and I have one at home and really this is probably the place I will use this device the most. It works like an Android phone which at first kind of threw me since I own a iPhone but it didn’t take long for me to pick up on it’s use and it’s fairly easy to use. I get access to everything on the web and the browser is actually pretty fast as long as your Wi-Fi connection is a good one. If you buy one I would recommend getting the Amazon Prime service it’s $79.00 per year so about 6 or 7 bucks a month and you can get better pricing on items, 2 day delivery on your items for free, a lot of free videos because you can watch videos on the Kindle Fire. One of the reasons I asked my husband for this is because we travel a lot to hotels that have no television so I love having videos available on my devices. It also gives you cheaper rental fees and you can borrow books from the Amazon book share but you can also borrow books from your local libraries you just have to check to see if your library system participates. The first month is a free trial and I love it already and will be keeping that service. You can also get Netflix on your device, along with a ton other applications. Now the apps aren’t as diverse as iPhone but they’ll do for what I need. I don’t use many apps anyway and the ones I do, they have available. And then there are the books, hundreds of thousands of books. At this point Amazon is picking my pockets clean and doing it quite easily. If you give one as a gift, please do the person a favor and buy them a gift card to go along with the Kindle, saves them a little money because downloadable books are not that cheap actually they’re about as much as an actual book. But I did like that my library of Kindle books already came downloaded on my device, I didn’t have to do a thing except start reading. I love the color, I love that I can change the font size and font type for easier reading. It holds a battery charge for a long time, a couple of hours and I should know because I was playing Angry Birds for like 4 hours before it went to half charge. It’s pretty durable but my one complaint is it’s kind of heavy not exactly bulky but it’s got a little weight on it but not enough to not make me use it. I have a cover that will stand up the tablet so that makes it so much more convenient, I don’t always have to carry in my hands. So I’ll be reviewing some books soon because I just bought like ten over the last 7 days or so that I’ve owned this baby. Love the Kindle Fire, Amazon is the best!