by Xavier Neal
“I figure as long as you’re happy with what you’re doing that’s what matters. Oh! And that it’s legal! Can’t exactly support people actively doing terrible things like peddling drugs or selling babies.”
“Very specific examples,” I mumble under my breath at the same time I pour the ingredients into the blender. “I do love what I do. I’m naturally a fan of wearing no clothes. I have fun dancing. I am by text book definition a people pleaser, so getting paid to make sure women leave my presence satisfied is a job just too good to pass up.”
My eyes manage to catch a glimpse of her legs pressing together.
She’ll be more than satisfied when I’m finished with her.
“What about you? What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a part time yoga instructor, and I teach tantric sex techniques to the aged.”
The lid to the blender almost flies out of my hands. “What? What was that last part?”
“Tantric sex techniques.” Syd slyly smiles. “To the aged. Just because you’re over sixty doesn’t mean you can’t have a mind blowing sex life nor does it mean you’re too old to learn some new tricks.”
My jaw cracks open to reply, but I’m uncertain on what to say.
What can I possibly say other than she wins this round of who has the more unusual job?
Instead of saying anything, I simply nod and start the blender. The obnoxious racket, thankfully, doesn’t have to last too long. Our smoothies are being poured into two glasses and topped off with cinnamon about three minutes later.
I pick up both drinks before moving closer. “These are my famous cinnamon roll smoothies.”
“Ooo,” she coos, taking hers.
“Unfortunately, I only get to make them for other people when Apollo pops in for a visit.”
“Why?”
“Because my bros think almond milk is unnatural.”
Syd’s head falls back on a lively laugh.
Damn, I don’t know if I wanna hear that more or taste the skin she’s exposing….
We lift our glasses up together and state in unison. “Cheers!”
My sip is small, but hers is large and proceeded with a moan so intense, I can’t blame my cock for becoming hopeful.
“You like it?”
“Love it,” she instantly gushes. “This is amazing! Is it really low carb?”
I place my glass down beside her. “Yeah. And protein packed, so good pre or post workout or even for breakfast.”
Syd has another sip though this one leaves a smudge on the corner of her lip.
Thoughtlessly, I reach out to wipe it away.
All of a sudden, her tongue lightly grazes the tip of my thumb, and a harsh grumble breaks out of my chest.
Whoa….What the hell was that?! Never heard my spirit guide animal get that loud.
The crimson coat I am starting to adore seeing on her cheeks reappears. Without a word, I carefully remove her glass from her grip, giving her the opportunity to prevent this from going further. Syd watches my action closely, and when the cup is placed securely beside her, she peers up at me through her dark, thick lashes as if begging me to kiss her. I swiftly crash our lips together, thanking the sun…the stars…the distant moons…any and every part of The Cosmos that has a hand in making this moment possible. Our lips part in unison. Her tongue is anxiously waiting just on the other side for mine, and the moment they connect I have to stop my cock from coming.
No. No. No….I’m young, but I’m not that young. I’ve mastered the power of leading my dick not being led by it. No, just because I don’t mind flowing where The River of Pleasure takes me doesn’t mean my dick makes the rules.
She softly whimpers at the same time her hands clutch at my t-shirt. The gentle touch is instantly too much. My hands anchor themselves onto her thighs to yank her closer. There’s a sweet moan of approval that my tongue immediately attempts to capture. To caress. To claim. More unusual primal instincts encourage me to severe my connection to sanity and let out something I wasn’t aware even existed.
I abruptly pull back despite the pleading in my mind to just continue. “Too much?”
Syd’s eyelids are seemingly heavy by the way she has to pry them open. She wets her lips before she questions, “What if I said not enough?”
A heated groan fumbles free. “I’ll give you everything you need right here on this countertop if you let me, babe.”
In one fluid motion, she removes her tank top and drapes her arms around my neck. “Prove it.”
The playful challenge receives a chuckle followed promptly by the pouncing of her luscious lips. Incapable of slowing down our movements to appreciate the softness of her skin or the perfect way her tits fit into the palm of my hand, we shed the few barriers we have to properly praise one another’s figures. Her hands explore the curves of my biceps and chest as I roll on the rubber I grabbed from my wallet, but the second they graze my lower abs I have to sink my teeth into my bottom lip to maintain my composure.
How is it possible one person can drive you wild and bring you peace in the same breath?
I don’t allow more time to be wasted with her feathery touches. I wind my hands around her toned thighs and tug her to the very edge of the counter. She expels a hearty cry while gracefully sliding herself onto my cock.
My voice is hoarse and heavy. “Fuckin’ stars, babe….”
Syd’s tone is identical to mine. “Chance….”
Hearing my name called like it only belongs on her lips tied together with the slick way her tight muscles are welcoming my dick has me gritting my teeth in hopes of preventing my load from blowing early. Her legs snake around my body, caging us together. My arms wrap themselves around her back at the time I thrust harshly. The impact robs another breath from my lungs, but the sound of her tiny gasps has me convinced it doesn’t matter. I never need to breathe air again.
Just her undeniable essence.
What. In. The. Cosmos….
Our mouths collide once more with urgency, however, with each sharp thrust they’re forced apart. Eventually, Syd abandons the connection of our tongues for one of our bodies. Her fingertips curl onto the nape of my neck for support as her head lulls backwards. Unable to resist twice, I scrape my teeth along the side of her throat, eyes squeezing shut when her pussy clenches in response. Between bucks so hard my mind is screaming not to bruise her back against the counter, my mouth rapidly moves to enjoy every beat of her pulse against my tongue. Syd’s mewls grow louder, and the need to leave my mark on the delicate flesh becomes primitive. I skim the area with my tongue. Nip. Suck. Bite. The repeated cycle of actions has my name falling from her at such a rapid rate I’m convinced she’s forgotten how to say anything else. For almost an hour, I continuously bury myself deep inside, loving the way sweat congregates on every surface of our bodies.
Knowing most women would’ve come by now has me curious if I’ve lost my touch or just my mind. I drag my lips up to her ear to ask, “What do you need from me, babe?”
She whimpers and her pussy weeps the warning I’ve been dying for.
Unsure if it’s dirty talk, I pump my cock a little faster, ignoring the pressure building in my balls. “Faster?”
There’s no change in her hold or her breathing.
“Slower, babe?”
The question immediately has both sets of lips whispering my name, “Chance….”
Another round of strange emotions flows through me as I quietly question, “You like it when I call you babe, don’t you?”
Syd’s entire body begins to tremble in my clutches.
I rearrange my forehead so its pinned against hers, anxious not to miss a moment of when she finally surrenders to the pleasure. “Come for me, babe. Let me prove I’m all you’ll ever need.”
My unexpected proclamation shatters us both.
As soon as Syd’s body submits, mine is there to take the fall with her. Airy squeaks spring feverishly from her parted lip at the same time her eyes attempt
to close.
In a voice hardly my own, I command, “Look at me, babe.”
Her pussy floods with another wave of wetness, and I fiercely groan at the way it drips down my dick.
We keep our eyes pinned to one another’s while our bodies shake in synced succession. Her nails cut into my flesh. My arms tense to protect her from slipping. Sweat thickens like glue between our foreheads. Every burst that fills the condom has me secretly loathing the boundary standing between us and what I imagine would be the ultimate bliss.
Never had sex without a condom before, but I think with Syd it is something that will eventually become a must….Perhaps, we should become a must?
The bizarre thoughts yank me off the orgasmic cloud.
This was just casual. Our sexual appetites were starving so we sated them. We nurtured them. We gave into the natural instinct to soothe an itch….Sex doesn’t have to equate to a relationship or commitment. Sometimes sex is just sex. And for me? That’s all it typically is and ever will be.
4
Sydney
I pull my knees up to my chest as I lightly chuckle. “Just open it, Gam Gam.”
My maternal grandmother scrunches her dark skinned nose. “This better not be another box of those funny cookies….I told you, Syd. Just buy us the one’s the Girl Scouts sell. We don’t mind supporting local kids.”
Grandad smirks from the chair across from me. “Bernice, it’s not even the right time of year for those.”
“That’s why they’d be special,” the gray haired woman scolds. “Think, Abe. Think.”
Grandad and I share another set of snickers.
She pats the neon pink packaging paper. “Is it a book? One of those naughty books you young girls like reading on planes? One of those books that make women my age need your class here?”
This, my loves, is my grandmother. She’s a mess. And fun. And almost always smiling. Mom says I get my good natured vibes from her. Apparently, she’s always been the type to go out of her way to try to make people smile or laugh. That’s how she won Grandad, or at least it is according to the story they’ve told over a hundred times since I was a kid.
“What do you know about those books?” Grandad teases.
“I know you liked what I tried from page 37 of-”
“Gam Gam!”
She turns her mischievous chocolate stare to me. “Hm?”
“Will you just open it, already?”
“Fine. Fine. Hold your horses.” Gam Gam tosses a hand my direction before she tears through the wrapping paper. Her expression remains mutual. “It’s a picture frame.”
“At least fake excitement, Bernice,” Grandad mumbles. “Over the last fifty years of marriage, I’m pretty sure you’ve learned how.”
Not sure if Grandad knows that makes him look bad.
She puts on an overdramatic cheesy grin and offers it to me. “It’s a picture frame!”
I roll my eyes at her silliness. “Yes, Gam Gam, it’s a picture frame, but it’s a special one.”
“You mean expensive?”
“I mean, open the box and take it out.”
Gam Gam sighs loudly, though she does as instructed.
Once it’s in her hands, I wiggle my phone from pocket, and swipe open an app.
It takes a moment to start, but the moment her entire face lights up I know the slide show has begun.
“That’s our weddin’ picture!” She exclaims. “Look, Abe! Look how skinny I looked back then.”
Grandad shakes his head with a smirk. “I like you more like this.”
“Hush,” Gam Gam huffs and diverts her attention back to the frame. “Oh….And look! There’s Coretta when we brought her home from the hospital!”
My grandmother continues to fawn over the memories while Grandad questions, “Where’d you find those photos?”
“Garage at Mom’s. Most are actually just photos of the photos so that they could be kept in their albums. I know how you all feel about photo albums as opposed to digital technology-”
“They need to keep away from my clouds!”
“Cloud, Gam Gam….” I shake my head and continue chatting with Grandad. “However, I wanted you two to be able to look at your old photos and reminisce whenever you wanted, plus I can and will keep it updated with current photos of Mom and the twins.”
The mere mention of my siblings has both my grandparents humming their irritation.
Drewella and Daniella see both sets of our grandparents literally once a year at Christmas. They both figure since they pay the financial cost for our grandparents to live in this luxury retirement center, they’ve done their part. And yes. Both sets of our grandparents reside here at The Golden Hills. Thankfully, they’re also both on the side of Golden Hills where there’s more amenities and better care for those who need it like Grandfather who has days where he has trouble walking. While I appreciate my sisters paying for them to have comfortable living situations, especially because my mother isn’t capable and I damn sure can’t, it would be nice if they occasionally treated them like they were beloved relatives rather than Manolo’s only to be seen at holidays. Speaking of, I have a gorgeous pink pair I discovered at a thrift shop! Don’t exactly have any reason to wear them or most of the other shoes overflowing my tiny closet, but it doesn’t mean I can’t love how incredible they make my legs look.
Grandad clears his throat. “What about you, Syd? Are you gonna add pictures of you, too?”
My head tilts to the side. “Come on, Grandad. You know I don’t do anything special. I don’t go to fancy business galas and meet rock stars or athletes.” I pause recalling the benefit I barely managed to go to and the fantastic happenstance that occurred. “Usually, anyway….”
The addition grabs Gam Gam’s attention. “What do you mean usually? Did you go to one recently?”
“Well….”
She tosses the device down on the couch beside her. “Did you meet a man?!”
Chance’s gorgeous face appears in my mind, and I thoughtlessly close my eyes to enjoy the image.
What happened yesterday after the initial part of the date was beyond unexpected. The truth is I’m not usually the girl who randomly sleeps with guys in their kitchen, but I couldn’t deny the way something inside of me couldn’t stop gravitating towards him. And the moment his lips hit mine it felt like I was home….Safe. Adored. Loved. As a creature of her feelings I try not to get too caught up in the ‘logical’ approaches or reasoning to things. I flow where the ocean of life leads me, though between you and I, I doubt it’ll be back to the deep blues of Chance Hannigan. He strikes me as more of the spread pollen all around, Hummingbird type. Which is totally fine! To each their own. We had a good time, and it was the best I’ve had in…years.
“Oh Lord, she met a man!” Gam Gam gleefully shrieks. “Abe, break out the bourbon!”
“It’s eleven thirty in the morning, Gam Gam!”
“When you make it past sixty five you stop giving a shit about those things like time and what other people consider appropriate.” Her pause isn’t long enough for me to argue. “We wanna know all about this fella. Is he tall or short? Business or artsy? Did he kiss you goodnight? Little rub rub under the table at dinner?”
My jaw drops, but Grandad chuckles, “I’m sure he was more of a gentleman than that.”
She hits him with a mischievous expression. “You weren’t.”
“And look how happily married we are.”
His retort receives a wide grin from us both.
They absolutely are. I dream of having a lifelong love affair like theirs…like grandmother and grandfather’s…like mom and dad’s before he died….It’s totally a crazy idea most days and very improbable after having kitchen sex with a guy you barely know despite what your soul has to say. Sometimes I think The Goddesses of Fate just don’t have true love written down for me.
“I gotta go check on Grandmother and Grandfather,” I swiftly state rising to my feet. “But I’ll see you bo
th at ballroom dancing tonight, right?”
“Never miss it,” Gam Gam retorts sweetly. After I cross over to plant a kiss on her cheek, she says, “Tell Miki and Aki we send our love.”
“Of course.”
I quickly swing by Grandad’s chair to give him one as well before exiting their living quarters.
Golden Hills doesn’t exactly have apartments, but the space the residents are given resembles more of that than just a room. There’s one bedroom, one bathroom, a living room, and bite sized kitchen intended for minimal cooking. The retirement community has many on site areas for their residents to have dinner of their choice, all of which are included in the ridiculously high price to live in area. They also have laundry amenities, medical care services, and an entire section dedicated to never being too bored. There are shops, golf, shuffle board, fitness classes like the ones I instruct as well as pools, hot tubs, and even a night lounge. It’s almost like fancy college living for those over the age of sixty.
Grandmother and Grandfather’s home is on the far side of Golden Hills near the gardens. It’s also closer to the outdoor recreational activities, which is where I begged for my sisters to get them a room.
The request cost me the first and only pair of Louboutin shoes I’ve ever owned. They were actually a birthday gift from Rae. When she found out I traded them to get my grandparents a place I knew they would be happier, she immediately let go of the hostility she was holding towards me and cranked it up several notches towards my sisters. See, they didn’t need the shoes. They can clearly afford them, but as some sort of sick, twisted way of keeping the scales between us balanced, I.E. no favor without it causing me some sort pain, they demanded them as payment for the extra fee it cost to get the specific area. You know, I didn’t even get a chance to wear them. They were silver and studded. They practically sparkled. I was going to save them for a special occasion…which was foolish. I never have special occasions. I rarely have special anything for too long.
After two gentle taps on my grandparents’ door, it’s cracked open by Grandfather. Immediately, his wrinkled face lights up, and he opens the door wide to usher me. “Miki! Our favorite granddaughter is here!”