by KG Fletcher
“Let your hair down,” he suggested, his voice gravelly with desire. He watched her reach up to the decimated ponytail and pull the band free, her long dark hair tumbling over her shoulders down to the tips of her nipples.
“Goddamn,” he whispered, aware that his penis was in a full, throbbing salute. She approached him and knelt slowly in front of him like a goddess, looking up at him with her big eyes before wrapping her lips around his hardness. “Oh, God yes…,” he moaned. He gripped her head with his fingers and leaned back in a stupor as her wet tongue and lips slid up and down his shaft. His hips moved slowly with each gentle pull, the quickening in his groin inevitable.
“K…Katie. You need to stop, baby or I’m gonna come undone in your mouth.”
“Mmmm…,” she hummed, the vibration of her voice making him wince in delicious pain.
“No, really…oh, fuck. Katie, please.” He pushed back from her trying to catch his breath abruptly bringing her to a standing position. His eyes shut tightly as he tried to fend off the discomfort of his throbbing appendage that was close to erupting.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered.
He opened his eyes and exhaled slowly offering her a slight smile. “There is no reason to be sorry.” He pulled her in for a hug, kissing her temple. “That was so intense… I want the first time to be inside you.” He could feel her nod against his shoulder. “Lay down on the bed. I need to get something from my suitcase.”
They pulled back from each other, and he watched her gingerly lay on the bed against a bank of pillows before he sprinted across the hall to the guest room. Quickly, he rummaged through the top pocket of his suitcase and pulled out a couple of condoms. He wasn’t that guy who had a girl in every port, but he did think ahead and wanted to be prepared in case he ever had an opportunity with a girl he really liked. It had been a while since he had sex and his drought was about to end.
Pausing in the doorway to her bedroom, he drank in the image of Katie Parker sprawled across the giant bed as she waited for him. He slowly crossed the distance that lay between them and straddled her, his chest rising and falling with want. She didn’t say a word, watching his every move, her nipples erect and her skin glistening with beads of sweat. Her dark hair fanned out dramatically across the pillow, her beauty captivating. Reaching his hand between her legs, his fingers found her soaking wet clit.
“Please, Clay,” she mewed hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”
Bringing his fingers up to his mouth, he sucked them dry and nodded. She sat up and grabbed one of the condoms he had tossed on the mattress and ripped the foil packet off, then eased the rubber over his engorged penis. He helped her, his breath intensifying, knowing that they were so close.
“Do you want me?” he teased as sweat trickled down his cheeks.
Her hot breath was staggered, and she nodded vigorously.
“Lay back and tell me if it’s too much.”
Katie submitted to his request and offered herself to him. She was thoroughly wet and ready.
Clay slowly eased himself into her tightness, the pleasure immediate. When he was entirely inside, he leaned his elbows on either side of her face, gazing into her gorgeous doe eyes that stared back at him. He gradually started to move his hips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. Her lips turned up into a small smile before she tightly shut her eyes, a look of pure pleasure crossing her face. He could feel her fingers digging into the small of his back and then slide down to his bare buttocks as he moved faster. Sweat poured down his face and chest as he panted, pushing himself harder and harder. Katie swung her legs up and over his shoulders making him shift and slide deeper inside her, his orgasm on the cusp of exploding. They climbed higher and higher together until they jumped off the cliff at the same time, convulsing and shattering with intense pleasure.
Clay collapsed on top of Katie trying desperately to catch his breath. He could feel her gasping beneath him. It took effort to lift himself up and pull out. They lay side by side holding hands, their inhaling and exhaling finally slowing down.
“Holy shit, Clay,” she mumbled, squeezing his hand.
He turned to her, wiping the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. “What?”
They were nose to nose.
“That was insane…”
His brow furrowed. “Insane good? Or insane bad?”
Her eyes were nothing but large, black pupils that stared back at him. She gingerly lifted her sweaty, glistening body up and straddled him, palming his chest with splayed hands.
“Insane good,” she whispered wantonly.
He watched her delicately roll the shiny condom off his flaccid penis and wrap it in a tissue she pulled out of a box conveniently located on the nightstand. Her soft mound tickled his lower abs as she stretched across the bed.
“You wanna do that again?” she teased picking up another condom and playfully waving it in front of him as she continued to straddle him. The instant she asked him, the very thought of being inside her for a second time sent a surge of arousal immediately to his manliness.
“Oh, hell yeah!” He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her forward, smashing his lips against hers. Her long hair covered his face, obscuring the light of the room as their tongues frolicked, licking and sucking with want.
Making love to Katie was everything he had ever dreamed of. Being close to her was everything he had ever wanted.
Chapter seven
Every muscle and joint in Katie’s body ached as her head bobbled for a split second. She was about to fall asleep in the front seat of Clay’s truck, the droning engine lulling her into a relaxed state of consciousness as they drove on the interstate. It was late afternoon, and she was accompanying him to see his mother at her retirement home on the south-side of Atlanta.
Yawning, she stretched and looked over at Clay. His eyes caught hers and he smiled. She couldn’t help but smile back, admiring his freshly shaved face and messy hair. This was a handsome man who didn’t have to try very hard, his natural good looks a definite distraction to her current state of contentedness.
“Did I wear you out?” he asked, his eyes displaying a hint of playfulness.
“Yes…,” she mumbled, rolling her stiff neck around, trying to wake up.
They had stayed in bed until early afternoon fucking like horny teenagers. She couldn’t get enough of him, her appetite for sex insatiable after going so long without. That and the fact that Clay Watkins was an incredible lover. They could have stayed in bed all day if he hadn’t already made plans to see his mother. Lying nose to nose on the sweat-dampened sheets, he asked if she’d like to join him, admitting he wasn’t ready to say goodbye. She enthusiastically accepted his invitation and proceeded to straddle him with her butt in his face rewarding him with the best blow-job she’d ever given. When they had run out of time and had to get ready, she quickly got in the shower to rinse off the aftermath of their afternoon delight, startled when he joined her under the spray of water. He efficiently washed every nook and cranny of her body, pausing to pay close attention to her most vulnerable areas. When he bent her over one last time, thrusting his hardness into her tenderness under the shower spray, she didn’t think she could explode again—but she did. She had never been so sore in her life.
“I’m sorry. I feel a little stiff too.”
“Stiff?” she joked, stifling a giggle.
“Easy girl…” he laughed, squeezing her thigh.
Laying her head back on the seat, she sighed happily. “Tell me about your mom, Clay.”
“Okay.”
Katie learned a lot about his family during the thirty-minute ride around the perimeter of the city. His mama and daddy were quiet country folk who had been married for thirty-five years. Mr. Watkins, affectionately known as “Big Daddy,” was a truck driver and spent many days on the road away from his family while Clay was growing up. He became the man of the house while his daddy traveled, helping his mama with househo
ld chores and making sure the doors were locked tight at night. Birdie Watkins was a sweet and gentle stay-at-home mom who loved her little family more than anything in the world. He talked about her incredible talent for baking and all the contests she had won over the years, entering her famous peach cobbler in local fairs. She loved flowers, especially the lace-capped hydrangeas that dotted the landscape of the homes they had lived in, and her vegetable garden. It was always a remarkable sight, the colorful summer harvest ending up in mason jars lining the shelves of the Watkins pantry or in big, bountiful gift baskets she would give to the neighbors.
The Watkins family had never owned a home of their own, always renting for several years at a time before they had to move on to the next one. Big Daddy’s trucker’s salary allowed them to live a comfortable life, but there was never enough money left-over to put a down-payment on a house, which was something they had always dreamed of. Clay made sure that dream became a reality when he made it big in his career, buying his folks a home on Lake Oconee, complete with a fishing dock and a panoramic view of the water. His parents enjoyed it for a few years together before Big Daddy’s unexpected death. When the dust settled, Birdie Watkins just couldn’t bear living in the vast, empty house alone without her precious husband. Clay contemplated having her move in with him, but she refused, not wanting to be a burden during a time when his career was skyrocketing. Out of the blue, she showed him several colorful pamphlets of retirement homes that looked like a good option; places where she would never be alone, make friends and stay active in her retirement years. Clay was diligent in his research to find a reputable, upscale facility in Atlanta where his mother would be comfortable and happy.
“She sounds like a very selfless and caring woman. I can’t wait to meet her,” Katie said smiling warmly at him.
He looked back at her and grinned.
The front of the Sunset Ridge retirement community looked like something out of Gone with the Wind. A large front porch wrapped its way around the entire building behind tall, white columns. A beautiful fountain was the focal point of the circular drive, enhanced by vibrant, summer flowers in full bloom. The manicured plush, green lawn looked more like a luxurious carpet than a living plant. The entire estate reminded her of a posh country club, not a facility for the elderly.
Clay parked his truck in a visitor spot and quickly got out, running around the side to open the passenger door.
“Thank you.” Katie gripped his hand and climbed out of the cab onto the asphalt. He continued to hold her hand as they walked the short distance to the front entrance, swinging it romantically back and forth much to her chagrin. Humongous ferns hung from long chains across the porch area and several black, lacquered rocking chairs spread across the wooden boards of the porch, adding another element of southern charm. A large sign displayed above the front doors said, “It’s always a sunny day at Sunset Ridge” making Katie smile. Clay approached the receptionist window in the interior entryway and signed their names on a clipboard. The woman on duty nodded politely and handed him two visitor stickers.
Peeling the back off one of them, Clay gently pressed the sticker onto Katie’s shirt above her right breast. She inhaled quickly, their eyes meeting momentarily. He offered her a slight smile and raised eyebrow, not saying a word, and grabbed her hand again, leading her down the hallway. Her sandals slapped against the travertine tile as they walked hand in hand. She was surprised that the place didn’t smell antiseptic or remind her of a hospital. It was quite lovely, decorated in shades of teal and light brown with a pale green accent color. Beautiful artwork was expertly positioned on the walls, and she swore she could smell the distinct traces of fresh gardenias.
“This place is nice,” she whispered, leaning into him.
He squeezed her hand. “Mama loves it. She’s made a lot of new friends and even volunteers in the kitchen so she can continue to bake.”
They rounded a corner and walked through a double doorway that led into a great room with floor to ceiling windows on the back wall. Rows and rows of tables were set up in the space, with elderly men and women sitting or standing while talking animatedly. Big band music played softly from small speakers mounted in the ceiling and refreshment tables were set up along the wall with brew stations and multi-tier silver trays of home-baked goodies. Clay must have noticed the surprised look on her face as she looked around.
“Afternoon bingo is a popular pastime here on Sunday afternoons. Mama usually sits at the end of a table near the windows with her posse.”
“Her posse?” she giggled.
He continued to guide her, pulling her by the hand through the people and furniture until they reached the back wall of windows, the view of the gardens this side of the property breathtaking. This was not your average retirement home.
They approached a group of ladies, one of them immediately recognizing Clay and offering her outstretched arms to embrace him. He let go of Katie’s hand.
“There’s my boy!” Her high-pitched voice was full of joy.
“Hey, Mama,” Clay replied bashfully as he allowed his mother to grasp his cheeks tightly between her hands and pull his head down for a kiss. Mrs. Watkins was much shorter than her son and had to crane her neck to look up at him. She was a pretty, silver-haired woman dressed in comfortable Capri pants and a loose-fitting blouse. Katie noticed that she still wore her wedding band.
“Your hair’s getting a little wild again,” she teased, making her son blush as she ran her fingers over his sideburns affectionately. If she could have seen how wild it looked earlier when he was in Katie’s bed, she’d probably be the one blushing.
“Oh, Mama. It’s fine. I want you to meet someone.” He turned and reached for Katie pulling her into their circle. “Mama, this is Katie. Katie Parker from Lakeside High School.”
A look of surprise crossed Mrs. Watkin’s face as their eyes met.
“It’s so nice to meet you, Mrs. Watkins. Looks like y’all are about to have some fun playing bingo.” She didn’t know why, but she suddenly felt like she was back in high school, anxious for Clay’s mom to approve of her.
Mrs. Watkins tilted her head, her eyes expressing warmth and love. “It’s so nice to meet you, honey. And please, call me Birdie.” Her southern accent was warm and comforting.
“Okay. Thanks, Birdie.”
Clay palmed her back while guiding the women to chairs. He had to stop several times and shake hands with some of the men and accept kisses on the cheek from the women he obviously knew. Everyone they met was kind and seemed happy to have a couple of young “kids” in the crowd. They settled at the end of a table, Katie sitting next to his mother and Clay sitting across from them. Several cards with different numbered squares were already laid out along with foam-tip dauber markers. For the next two hours, the room was a buzz of excitement as the middle-aged caller with a distinct radio voice randomly called out bingo numbers generated by a machine. A huge, electronic bingo board was set up at the end of the room that lit up, showing each number as it was called, just in case someone wasn’t paying attention.
The mood in the room was electric and Katie couldn’t believe how much fun she was having playing “four corners” and “blackout” with the older generation. She chatted with Birdie who told her all about her new, happy life in the facility, and Clay was a doting host, retrieving plates of cookies and refills of coffee for everyone on their end of the table as they played. She loved watching him every time he got up, her eyes fixated on his toned butt that outlined his blue jeans. He caught her eye several times and shook his head, smiling at her as if he knew what she was thinking, and brushed his boot along her bare leg under the table, making her flush. When it was time for the last game that included the biggest jackpot of the session, Katie hunkered down, willing herself to win, marking off every number that was called out.
“G-51,” the caller yelled out.
“BINGO!”
Katie turned to look at Clay’s mom with her mouth w
ide open and watched her hold up the winning card, waving it frantically in the air. Clay immediately got up and looped his arm with hers, the two of them prancing across the room to where the bingo committee would authenticate her as the winner. The whole place was suddenly a buzz of activity.
“He’s a good boy,” Blanche Reed said matter-of-factly. She was sitting across the table to the right and had been a part of their conversations while they played all afternoon. “Is it serious?” she asked nosily with a twinkle in her blue eyes.
“With Clay?” The woman’s question took her aback, not sure how to answer. “Nah…we knew each other in high school. He’s a nice guy.”
“Hmmm…” Blanche sat back in her chair, eyeing her. “You know, he’s never brought a friend here when he visits. Must be serious. I’m sure Birdie is thrilled. She’s always going on and on about how worried she is that he hasn’t found someone yet—that he’s just too shy and had those problems when he was a boy.” She took a sip of coffee from a Styrofoam cup before continuing with her thick, southern drawl. “You’d think him hobnobbing with all those music city folks would have landed him a wife by now, but he always comes alone and doesn’t say much about anything.”
Katie furrowed her brow, feeling heat on her cheeks. She didn’t like it that Blanche was talking about Clay behind his back. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about Mrs. Reed. Clay is a great guy, and he actually has a lot to say.”
Their conversation was interrupted as Clay helped his mother back into her chair. She was ecstatic that she had just won five dollars in the final round.
“Can you believe it?” Birdie was beaming, her face glowing with excitement. “Five whole dollars!”
“Congratulations, Birdie Watkins!” Blanche offered with an over-zealous smile.
After saying goodbye to everyone at their bingo table, they toured Birdie’s comfortable room and got her settled. When they were finally back in the truck alone, Katie sighed happily and turned to him.