It ended in disaster, but man those were the good times. I seem to have a strange addiction to drama, and I doubt I will shake it, at least anytime soon.
“Okay now it’s time to get focused,” I said to myself before snapping back to reality. Lately, I have been daydreaming about past conquests, I guess my love of sex will never die, even in my dreams. As I headed to the kitchen to make a sandwich the phone rang, and my heart stopped instantly.
Though I didn’t look at the caller ID, I knew it was Mr. Brown. I slowly picked up the receiver and, low-behold, it was him.
His voice crackled. “Hey baby girl, how are things going on your end? I decided to give you a buzz to see if you wanted to go get a bite to eat.”
I chuckled under my breath and thought, give you a buzz? Who in the hell says that anymore? This fucker really is old.
Struggling to keep from laughing, I began to speak. “Mr. Brown, I’m flattered you want to ask me out, but to be honest I’m just not too sure. I mean you are forty-two years older than me. What will the people in town think?”
“I don’t care what people have to say about two friends having lunch. The only people talking will be those old hens at the church who keep chasing me. Hell, I hear enough creaking around my empty house; I do not need another old creaking body next to me adding to the mix.”
I fell out laughing, and said, “Mr. Brown you are too much, but yes I will go out with you. My calendar is free on Tuesday. How about yours?”
He paused a second and stated. “Tuesday is fine; I will pick you up at eight, and please…call me George.”
As we made the final arrangements, I thought to myself, what the hell have I gotten myself into? It’s been one hell of day. Then I sauntered down the hallway to my bedroom.
***
Driving home from work Tuesday evening, I began to fantasize about my date with George tonight. This week sped by so fast I didn’t have time to contemplate an escape route if things got too awkward, so I said “fuck it” and threw caution to the wind. If George wanted to take me out, then I was going.
I arrived at my home within fifteen minutes, as usual, and headed directly to the shower. Though he’s old as dirt, there’s no reason not to smell sweet on our first date. I got dressed in a swift 45-minute time span; apparently just in time because George was pulling into my driveway as I clamped my earrings in place.
I opened the door and my heart sank to my chest briefly. Man he looks good for an old guy, I see why the senior saints are trying to get a piece of him.
“I brought you tulips.” He noticed the dry look on my face and added, “I felt roses were too overdone and customary for such a special woman. I hope you like them”
“Sure they’re beautiful.” His charm was beginning to work. “Let me put these in water and we can get going.” I found a vase in the cabinet to put them in and we were on our way.
As we drove off, I admired his taste in cars. I’d never known any senior citizens to own a suburban. I could tell by looking around his ride and his style of dress that he was a man well traveled and full of taste.
We arrived at the “Kaye Spot” and the place was packed as usual, mostly older people though.
As we positioned ourselves in the corner booth, the waiter took our drink orders and quickly left us to our privacy. “So, Ms. Pillsbury, why aren’t you taken? I mean a beautiful girl like you must get asked out all the time.”
“To be honest, I get asked out a lot, but not by the right kind of men. I will not accept just anyone in order to have a relationship. And, please call me Johanna, all my friends do.”
“You’re full of spunk and I like that about you,” he stated. “That’s the type of lady I need in my life. After my wife died two years ago, I decided to live a life of seclusion, but those days are over. I’m getting lonely in my old age and need someone to share my days with. I never had too much interest in women your age; they seem so foolish but not you Ms. Pillsbury. I mean Johanna.”
I couldn’t believe it, but his comment made me blush. “So are we gonna chat all night or eat because I’m starving.” I must admit, for a small time soul food restaurant, the “Kaye Spot” was the shit. It’s probably the only place in town you could find pig feet as a menu item. We finished our food, drank the last of drinks and headed back to the car.
On the drive back to my house, I began to ponder seriously dating George. He demonstrated all of the qualities I was looking for in a man, but how could this possibly work with such a huge age difference? Instead of focusing on the negative I let the window down and enjoyed the ride home. We entered my driveway and I sat in silence, unsure of my next move and too scared to speak. George took the lead and grabbed my hand.
“So baby girl, have you thought about what I said?” His words were spoken softly with so much sincerity in his beautiful gray eyes.
“George I honestly do not know what to think but…”
In an instant, he kissed me and I felt a tingling sensation shoot through my body. I was frozen by the pleasure and confusion the kiss brought on, two emotions I have never experienced together.
”I think it’s best to continue this conversation inside; my neighbors are sweet but a tad nosey. Plus, it’s chilly outside and I want to start the fireplace to warm up.” I directed him to the living room as I went to get a wood log from the basement. When I came back upstairs, I could see he was a little uneasy, probably about my reaction to his kiss. I lit the fire and poured two drinks hoping the brandy would help us both unwind.
I handed him the brandy and guided him to the seat next to me on the sofa. Before he could steal another kiss, I stopped him and asked, “why did you kiss me?”
“I kissed you because I have it bad for you Johanna, and I couldn’t control myself. It’s been so long since I’ve had a woman in my life, hormones took over. I apologize.
“Now, with that being said will you consider dating me on a long-term basis? I can’t promise we will live forever together but I vow to treat you right, and I promise to…”
I don’t know if it was my hormones or the brandy, but I leaned over and kissed him deeply on the lips. It felt like a complete out of body experience. He returned the favor, and kissed my neck.
“Ooh baby, I want it so bad I can taste it, and don’t worry I can’t big ya.”
What the fuck, “big me?” I wondered what in the world he was talking about. He must have read my expression because he said, “I can’t get you pregnant.”
Before I could catch myself, I fell out laughing. Who in the hell uses that type of slang in the new millennium? A senior citizen, that’s who.
Sensing his embarrassment, I quickly eased the situation, “I’m sorry baby, I haven’t heard that one before and I couldn’t help but laugh. Please forgive me.”
“I don’t know Johanna, that kind of hurt my feelings, but I will think about forgiving you for another kiss.” I chuckled under my breath and leaned forward for another kiss, and again he lunged directly for my neck.
“Oh shit!” I murmured. This old fucker was hitting my weak spot like a pro. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let me go, and deep down I didn’t want him to.
I would be lying if I said making love to a senior citizen was on the top of my fantasy list, but it was about to go down.
He slowly guided my hand down inside his trousers. Buried deep within the fabric of his underwear was a massive, long, hard weapon, ready to attack. As I gently stroked him, I could sense it throbbing with excitement. He wanted me bad and I was ready to give him want he wanted.
“Promise you won’t die on me baby, at least not tonight. Can you do that?”
“Johanna the only place I want to die tonight is deep inside you.”
With that being said, I unbuttoned my shirt and sat on his lap. In one quick sweep, I lifted my bra and buried my breast in his face.
Like a kid in a candy store, he instantly devoured each nipple, moaning in ecstasy with each lick. “Oooh baby, I can’
t believe this is finally happening. I hope this old pecker can pass the test,” he said in between gasping moans.
I decided it was time to show George exactly what he was up against. I slowly raised myself from his lap and hit the floor, positioning myself between his legs.
Instantly, I removed his throbbing manhood and slowly tasted the tip with my tongue. “My heart is about to explode, but don’t stop! I’m begging you not to.”
That was all I needed to hear. I took him deep in my throat, teasing the tip of his dick with my tonsils. I must admit the thought of making this old man cry from pleasure turned me on like crazy. Just when I thought he couldn’t take it anymore, I led him slowly to my bedroom.
We locked up in a tongue match with what was a whirlwind of kisses as I directed him toward my waterbed covered with pink silky sheets. Half naked, I laid on the bed and he removed my skirt and panties eager to devour my ripe cherry with his tongue.
I was driven completely insane from the heat of his tongue, and orgasms flowed freely from my cherry as proof. In my tirades of begging him to penetrate me, he flipped me into another position.
“My sweet baby roll over for daddy,” he whispered. I was a little confused, but decided to play along because I didn’t want the magic to end.
He planted kisses on my neck slowly moving down my back to my buttocks. I called Jesus more that night than on Sunday morning at church when he licked the inside of my plump derriere. The feeling was undeniable and I expressed my gratitude the only way I knew how, tears.
Once the tears began to flow, I was determined to never let him go, fuck the naysayers. “I adore you George!” was the only phrase I managed to muster before my fifth orgasm. You would think he would return the compliment, but instead he turned all cocky.
Smiling, he whispered, “it ain’t over yet. Don’t give out on me now baby girl.” He rolled me over and slowly penetrated me. My body arched with each stroke determined to stay within the groove of his lovemaking. Before I knew it, climax was upon me again and I could sense his peak was near. We exploded together in what seemed like a sea of ecstasy and rested in each others arms exhausted.
“Well baby girl, what do you think of this old man now?” he smirked.
“I think we are going to be an unstoppable combination in and out of the bedroom. In all fairness, you held your ground tonight and I look forward to many more nights like this.”
“Johanna, I want you to understand how much you mean to me and always have.”
I felt like a schoolgirl hearing those words from him, especially with a hint of genuine sincerity. For years, I have wondered if a man could ever tell a woman such a thing without a hidden agenda. Now that is here right in my face I’m speechless. I regained my composure and began to pour my soul out to this man, regardless of the outcome.
“George, when you first asked me out I didn’t know how to respond. Initially, I didn’t want to hurt your feelings, because dating a senior citizen at my age seemed so insane. Once the shock wore off, I started to feel the idea even though I was still on the fence about pursuing you. I kept thinking if we things got deeper and we became intimate that I could cause you to have a heart attack or something. Oh yea, what if…”
I was cut off by his laughter. “A heart attack, huh? At least you’re being honest about your true feelings and I respect that. Johanna, you have such a wonderful spirit and I find it so adorable, and I hope it never changes. I’m glad you changed your mind about giving me a shot. I’ve learned a lot of hard lessons at my old age, the key being never judge a book by its cover. A person can miss out of the best thing that could have happened to them by being judgmental”
“Therefore, I give everyone I meet a fare shake until they prove me wrong. Then, I decide if the relationship is worth saving and move on accordingly, do you understand where I’m coming from?”
Breathing a sigh of relief, I uttered a “yes” to his statements. “George, I appreciate your honestly and believe it was fate that brought us together. I’ve never met anyone with such a realistic view of life. Most people instantly distrust the world, or fall on the extremely naive side. I can tell we are going to get along great as a couple.”
“Oh we’re a couple now?” he chucked with a devious grin on his face. I thought you couldn’t date the old man on the brink of a heart attack, what happened to that? I mean, I wouldn’t want to scare my sweet baby during some good lovin’.”
“I see you got jokes now that I decided to give in to you. No, but all doubts have ceased from my mind, and I’m ready for a fresh chapter in my life. I must warn you though I can be stubborn at times.”
“I’m a damn senior citizen, who are more stubborn than us? I do not like loud music, especially rap. I cannot handle spicy food. Like to go jogging four times a week, and usually in bed by ten, even on weekends. Is that going to be a problem for someone in your age group?”
“Not at all sweetheart. I can handle those and as long as you’re in bed with me by ten, then shit, it’s all good. In the bed making love to me that is, all night, all ways.”
“What am I going to do with such a feisty young lady. I hope my heart can take it.”
‘Trust me baby, I will be gentle, but rough at times too. Enough talking though, I’m relaxed and ready for another round.”
“Do you want me to take you to dinner tomorrow night in order to celebrate our union?”
“No!” I declared, “but you can make me breakfast in bed – pancakes.”
With that being said we made love again and again, and fell asleep in each other’s arms. Though some will not approve of our love, mostly the senior saints, I could care less.
“Keep It Positive and Keep It Moving, has been my philosophy in every facet of my life” Kanarian Kindred
Kanarian Kindred, who holds a Bachelor of Science Degree in Management from Grambling State University, shares a true passion for writing, as well as philanthropy work. During her junior year she served as an editorial writer for the Gramblinite, her college newspaper. In addition, she has chaired numerous nonprofit fundraising committees in the Chicagoland area. Born in Opelika, Alabama she is a published poet, and currently resides in New York City as a freelance writer while penning her first novel.
Kanarian can be reached at [email protected] or via her web pages http://kanariankindredinc.org or http://myspace.com/kanarian
Size Doesn’t Matter
Kotanya Kimbrough
Shelby’s fifth time around the local high school track reached her one-mile mark. Her legs were tingling and itching, but she could feel the adrenaline pumping and her energy surge. She had been walking the track for two weeks and she knew she had many weeks to go to reach her goal. Being almost a hundred pounds overweight, she was tackling her weight loss program in short-term goals. She wanted to lose a dress size in six weeks. She knew it was doable, but she was going to have to put her mind to it.
As she circled the last turn she reached for her water bottle and lifted it up to her mouth. Instinctually closing her eyes she took a swig and the felt something smash into her spilling the contents of the bottle all over her face.
“Oh damn! I am so sorry.” Shelby opened her eyes to see a man about her age reaching down in a bag and bringing out a towel. He was a good five inches taller than her 5’5 frame and solidly built. Handing her the towel, he apologized again.
“Its okay,” she said wiping her face, although honestly it wasn’t. She was glad that her water bottle wasn’t closer to her face because she might have been picking plastic out of her nose.
“No, it’s not. I am usually much more careful. I just waltzed onto the track and sat my things down. I know better than to do that directly in the lane, but I wasn’t thinking.” He held out his hand. “By the way my name is Larenzo.”
Shelby took his hand, really getting a good look at him for the first time. His sienna complexion seemed to be darkened by the sun. Fine black hair lined his jaws and dark eyes. He had extremely long
eyelashes. He smiled and two dimples stood at the sides of his full lips that framed his beautiful white teeth. She was looking at African God.
“Nice to meet you Larenzo. I am Shelby.” Larenzo smiled as he continued to study her. It was at that moment she realized what a mess she looked. Her braids were due for a touch up and her full-figured size was stuffed in sweats and an oversized t-shirt.
“Do you work out here often?” he asked sitting on the grass to change his shoes.
“I just started two weeks ago. I am trying to lose weight for a trip I have planned.”
Larenzo nodded as he tied his shoe. He then got to his feet and began stretching. Shelby watched his every movement, completely mesmerized.
“Are you finished for today?” he asked, twisting his body and leaning over to touch his toes. Shelby watched his swift movements in fascination. Though he was a man of size there was not an ounce of fat on him. His body was a sight for sore eyes. It had been a few months since she’d been with a man and she was enjoying the view. Catching herself staring, she looked away and hurriedly answered.
“Yes I am finished. “ She handed him his towel. “ Thank you and it was nice meeting you Larenzo.”
“Yeah,” Larenzo said as he began to walk the track. “Maybe I will see you out here again.”
“Probably. I will have to be out here everyday to reach my goal.” She wasn’t sure if Larenzo heard her because he quickly started his sprint around the track. “And to look at yo’ fine ass,” she added walking toward the gate.
When Shelby got home, her sister, Patricia, was sitting on her porch waiting for her. Patricia, who has had gastric bypass to lose weight, was now significantly smaller than her previous 250 pounds. Initially, Shelby was a bit envious but she knew her sister didn’t have the discipline or patience to lose the weight the old fashion way, so she was happy that her sister had a successful surgery and had lost the weight.
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