“Damian come over again, you call the police. You need to get a restraining order. Let these white men deal with his ass,” my dad said, looking at me. I nodded. Maybe I did need to get a restraining order, but I had Hunter now, I didn’t feel like it was necessary. As if reading my mind, my dad continued, “so, how’s your bodyguard, Hunter, you said his name was?”
“Yea, Hunter,” I clarified, my face brightening as I thought about him. “He became a bodyguard after serving in the military. He told me that he felt a calling to protect after witnessing his mom get murdered by an ex-boyfriend.” My dad stared at me intently.
“You like him?” he asked me directly. I tried to keep a straight face, but could feel my cheeks heating up.
“No,” I lied. My dad raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Maybe, but I don’t want to cross that line. He’s a good guy and good at his job and I don’t want to jeopardize that,” I admitted.
“I, personally, think that you need to take a break and just focus on yourself and your career for a little while,” my dad said. I nodded in agreement. I thought the same, but I couldn’t help how I felt.
“I agree, but I can’t change how I feel,” I told him and then blurted out, “Hunter is white.” My dad looked at me and stroked his beard. I tried to read him, but he looked perplexed.
“You be careful with white men, baby. White people are crazy,” my dad said. I laughed.
“No crazier than black people,” I said. My dad scoffed as if to say that he begged to differ. My dad shoved his hands into the pockets of his overalls.
“How’s your mama?” he asked me. My dad asked me every time I saw him. They were still in love with each other, that much was obvious.
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?” I asked him. My dad shook his head.
“She still living alone?” he asked.
“Just as old and lonely as you are daddy,” I teased. He chuckled.
“Not too old to whoop some young knuckleheads ass,” he told me. We both laughed.
“No need to go whooping anyone’s ass. That’s what we have Hunter for,” I reminded him.
“So, why didn’t Hunter come with you?’ he asked me. I shrugged.
“I wanted to come visit you by myself,” I told him.
“Well, next time you come visit me, you bring Hunter and your mama. I’d like to meet him and see your mother,” my dad told me. I smiled.
“How about you come over to my place tonight for dinner?” I suggested excitedly. My dad looked unsure.
“Oh, alright,” he said, giving in. I clapped my hands together. “But don’t go thinking that this is some kind of double date or something, because it’s not.”
“Of course not! That would be weird. Besides, Cassie and Margaret will be there,” I assured him. He nodded gruffly.
“Good, and I want to eat real food. With meat. Not all that diet hamster food bullshit that you guys be eating,” he said. I laughed.
“Dad, you are demanding! How about we have pizza?” I asked.
“Pizza sounds good. Can’t go wrong with pizza,” my dad said, with a wink. I threw my arm over my dad’s shoulders.
“With the works?” I asked. He nodded.
“With the works,” he said.
“You and mom always did like pizza with the works,” I noted. My dad merely nodded and walked me to my car. “Well, that settles it. I’ll see you at seven!” I said, kissing my dad on his rough cheeks before getting into my car. I waved goodbye to my dad as I pulled out of his driveway, beeping my horn as I drove off.
I put on my shades and turned on the radio, letting the top down on my convertible. It was a beautiful day and I was feeling great! I was excited about dinner tonight and nothing could bring me down. As I drove home, a song came to me and I turned down the radio to sing the song that was playing in my head.
“When things end, say goodbye and be happy that they happened. Save water and do not cry, just keep on laughing,” I sang. I sped home, eager to write it down. I pulled up into my driveway, parked, and hopped out of my car, racing into the house. Cassie and Hunter were sitting in the kitchen when I burst into the house. “Hi!” I exclaimed, but didn’t stop to chat as I made a beeline for Studio 1. I grabbed my notebook and favorite pen and began writing, then went into the booth to start recording immediately. I stayed in the studio for the rest of the day, writing and recording new music. This was my first wave of genuinely happy music since before Damian and I, and it felt good. I was just finishing up when there was a light knock at the door. It was my mom.
“Hey mom,” I said, as I put my notebook away.
“Hey baby, what’s this I hear about dinner?” my mom asked, looking at me questioningly. I slapped my forehead. I had completely forgotten all about dinner. Music had completely taken over my mind.
“Oh my goodness. I completely forgot. Yea, so we’re having dinner tonight with dad,” I told her.
“I know. Your father called me,” she said, with a smile.
“What time is it?” I asked, but I didn’t wait for an answer. I pulled out my phone and lit up the screen. It was 6:48 in the evening. “Dad will be here in ten minutes!” I exclaimed, jumping up out of my seat.
“Your father is already here,” my mom informed me. I gaped at her.
“I have to order the pizzas!” I told her.
“Already took care of it. I cooked,” my mom said. Now, I knew something was up.
“You cooked?” I asked in disbelief. My mom grinned at me.
“Yes, I did. Steak, with mixed vegetables, and rice,” she told me.
“Wow! Well, let’s eat!” I exclaimed, as we headed out of the studio. Then a thought suddenly occurred to me, but I would soon get my confirmation as we entered the living room. Sitting on the couch, laughing and joking together was Hunter and my dad with Victoria and Madison on their laps. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. They both looked up as we walked in.
“Hey baby!” My dad greeted me.
“Hey daddy.” I sat down beside him and hugged him.
“Hunter was just sharing some stories from when he served in the military,” my dad informed me.
“Oh, really?” I asked.
“Simone has already heard most of them,” Hunter said, looking at me and smiling. The way he stared at me made me blush in front of my father. Luckily, I was saved by my mother.
“Dinner is served in the dining room,” she called to us. We all got up and made our way into the formal dining room, where the food was already there and waiting. It looked and smelled delicious. I couldn’t even remember the last time that I had had a home-cooked meal. Ok, Margaret had cooked for me just the other night, but I couldn’t remember the last time that my MOM had cooked. This was a special occasion. The table was round so I sat between Hunter and my dad. Hunter sat between myself and my mom and Cassie and Margaret sat between my mom and dad.
“Let us say grace before we eat,” my mom announced. “Benjamin, will you do the honors of saying grace?”
“Everyone, take your neighbors hands,” my father commanded. I held Hunter and my dad’s hands. We all bowed our heads and closed our eyes. “Thank you for gathering all of us here together tonight, to partake in this savory meal, prepared by a beautiful woman for our beautiful family. May this food be as blessed as the hands that have prepared it.” I peeked open my eyes and looked at my father, who was trying to butter my mom up and then looked across the table at my mom, who looked pretty pleased with herself. I glanced over at Hunter and as though he felt my stare, he peeked out at me. We shared a knowing smile and then Hunter squeezed my hand gently. I returned the squeeze and then we closed our eyes once more as my dad finished up grace. Everyone lifted their heads and opened their eyes.
“I hope you guys enjoy this meal that I have prepared in such short notice,” my mom said, looking directly at me. I smirked and looked away. “Well, everybody dig in!” And that’s exactly what we did. Eating and talking and laughing. Good food with good people. I couldn’t ask f
or a better way to spend my evening or better people to spend it with. My dad and Hunter seemed to really be hitting it off, which pleased me tremendously. I had Cassie bring out a bottle of wine and we all gathered in the kitchen to share a glass. My parents really liked Hunter, but once the wine started circulating through their systems, they turned their attention to each other. I stood between Cassie and Hunter, as we watched my parents.
“They’re flirting,” I whispered.
“Your parents obviously still love each other,” Hunter observed.
“They’re so cute,” Cassie gushed. I smiled as I watched my creators getting along.
“They are cute,” I agreed. They finally noticed us watching them. My mom giggled and my dad grinned.
“Well, I think it is time that I go home,” my mom announced.
“No, no, no Mom, you can’t drive like that. Stay the night,” I suggested.
“No, I’ll drive her. I only had a few sips. That wine was much too sweet for my taste,” my dad said. My mom clapped her hands together with finality.
“That settles it! I’ll ride home with your father!” my mom declared. I couldn’t stop smiling as I felt myself return to a little kid again, hoping that my parents got back together. But the adult that I am knew that they were probably just going to have drunk sex. Then I tried to get the disturbing imagery out of my head. My parents said their goodbyes and made their exit.
Cassie took one look at Hunter and I, because Margaret had long since cleaned up after dinner and went to bed, and announced that she too was going to bed. That left Hunter and I, all alone.
*****
And Then There Was You
We stood there for a few moments, glancing shyly at each other. My cheeks were warm from the wine and I felt light and carefree.
“You have amazing parents,” Hunter told me. I smiled.
“Yea, they are pretty amazing,” I agreed.
“If you don’t mind my asking, why aren’t they together?” Hunter asked me. My smile faltered.
“My father was unfaithful. They had never married, so when my mom found out, my dad just moved out. But after all of this time, they’ve never stopped loving each other,” I told him. Hunter nodded.
“That’s cute,” he said. Despite the wine, this was still pretty awkward and the tension was overwhelming. I took a step toward Hunter, looking up at him. “Simone,” he began, but I stopped him, placing a finger lightly over his lips. I already knew what he was about to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. I didn’t care. I stepped even closer, never taking my eyes off of his. For the first time since I’d met him, Hunter actually looked nervous. Not even when he was talking to my father had he looked nervous.
“Don’t be nervous,” I reassured him, even though I was nervous my damn self. But I had had too much wine to care. Hunter took a shallow breath. I grabbed one of his hands and held it in mine. Then I grabbed the other. Hunter squeezed my hands and I squeezed his back. He leaned forwards and gently kissed me on my forehead. I closed my eyes as I moved his hand to place it on my chest so that he could feel my heartbeat. I let go of his other hand so that I could feel his heartbeat. They were both beating rapidly, but in sync. I smiled, but kept my eyes closed.
I took a deep breath and one more step closer until there was barely any space between us. I stood on my tiptoes until I could sense the closeness of our faces. I leaned forward until our lips softly touched, pressing them together. I felt electricity cross between us, travelling through everywhere that our bodies touched. Then we pulled back and opened our eyes, looking at each other. I closed my eyes again and kissed him once more, this time more hungrily, more passionately. I wrapped my arms around his neck, stroking his strong neck and then hesitantly touching his long dreadlocks, stroking his scalp. He wrapped me up in his strong arms, pulled me to him until there was nothing between except our clothes.
I parted my lips to wrap them around his, slipping my tongue into his mouth to caress his. I could taste the sweet wine on his soft tongue as I suckled it. Hunter ran his hands up and down my back and then down to rub and squeeze my booty. As he touched my butt, something within me awakened as though he had let the genie out of the lamp. Something between us had been turned all of the way up as we began making out with a ferocity. I had been yearning for this for a long time. I wanted Hunter and I wanted him right here, right now, in my kitchen. I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his button, and unzipped his zipper until I freed what was contained within but desperately wanted to come out. I stroked his long thick cock between my hands as we kissed. Hunter moved his head down to my neck and began kissing and licking me as I moaned. I began to descend, but Hunter picked me up and placed me on the counter, pulling up my dress and burying his head between my legs. I cried out in ecstasy as his warm mouth lapped the juices that ran from my lips into his. Hunter squeezed my thighs and I grabbed his dreads, pulling his head deeper between my thighs.
Hunter slid his hands up my thighs, under my dress, up my sides and under my bra, squeezing my breasts and nipples. I squeezed my thighs around his head as I came hard into his mouth. My chest heaved and my body relaxed after the pleasurable release. Hunter looked up at me and stood up, his face glistening as he grinned.
“I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” he admitted. I smiled back, biting my lip. I looked down at his cock, standing at full attention and pointing straight at me. I felt myself getting wetter just from looking at it. Hunter retrieved a condom out of thin air and I assumed he must have gotten it out while he was eating me out. I watched it as he slid it over his big juicy cock. I stared intently between our bodies as he slid his big juicy cock into my juicy dripping pussy. I threw my head back and moaned loud as he entered me. He went in slow, but deep and didn’t stop until he filled me. Hunter moaned too, gripping my thighs as he began to slowly slide back out.
“Oh my God!” Hunter roared, stroking so slow, driving me crazy with pleasure. I was in a frenzy. I began sliding myself up and down on his cock. Our rhythm got in sync as we stroked together. Hunter leaned forward and whispered in my ear, “Let me hit it from the back. I want to see that glorious ass bounce on my cock.” I could feel and hear myself getting wetter. Hunter pulled out and I climbed down off the counter. I began walking seductively toward the living room, undressing along the way. Once I was naked, I climbed over the sofa and bent over, pushing my round ass up in the air. Without a moment’s hesitation, Hunter climbed inside me, thrusting deep until I gasped and gripped the couch cushions.
“Oh, Hunter! Damn!” I exclaimed. Hunter slapped my ass and leaned over my back.
He whispered in my ear, “What’s my name?!” He licked my earlobe. I began throwing my ass back, making it clap on his cock.
“Hunter!” I exclaimed. He slapped my ass again and we both moaned. I leaned back, forcing Hunter on his back until I was riding him reverse cowgirl, bouncing up and down on Hunter’s hard cock. Hunter spanked one cheek and then the other. I leaned forward, bouncing as he moaned. I slowed down and started grinding with Hunter deep inside me. With a loud moan from me and a mighty roar from Hunter, we came together. I climbed off and crawled onto the couch, but Hunter wasn’t through with me. He stood up, his cock as hard as ever, almost poked me in the eye. I licked my lips, wanting to taste it. Hunter lifted me up and carried me into my room, tossing me onto my bed, before heading into the bathroom.
I lay there delirious, my body covered in sweat. I heard a flush and Hunter reemerged from the bathroom, sweat glistening on his tanned and toned body. I couldn’t help staring at his cock. It was impressive for more reasons than one.
“Do you have any condoms in here?” He asked me. I nodded and reached over into my nightstand drawer, retrieving a golden “ticket.” I ripped it open with my teeth, careful not to tear the condom and wigged it out of its wrapper. Hunter walked over to the edge of the bed, leading with his penis. I got down on my knees and was about to slide the condom on, but decided at the last minute to slide my lip
s on instead. I licked and rolled my tongue over the large head of his cock, slobbing and slurping until it was slippery enough to slide deep into my mouth, where it tickled my throat. I stuffed him inside my mouth until my forehead touched his abs. Hunter moaned and slapped my ass hard. My mouth watered and I arched my back, poking my ass up higher. Hunter reached over and slid his finger deep into my wet pussy and I moaned around his cock deep in my throat. With his free hand, Hunter grabbed a handful of my thick kinky hair and forced his cock deep into my mouth before pulling it out completely.
I unrolled the condom down onto him and then lay back on my bed with my legs spread. Hunter teased me then eased inside me, thrusting slow and deep, each time pulling it out all the way to the head and then sinking back in deep. I moaned softly, arcing toward him as he suckled my hard nipples. Hunter crawled onto me. I wrapped my arms around him, running my nails down his strong, smooth back. He stroked me and kissed me. After all of that fucking, Hunter made love to me. He leaned back mid-stroke to just look at me.
“You are beautiful and I want to make love to you for the rest of my life,” he said. I smiled and pulled him back on top of me, planting a big juicy kiss on his beautiful lips. He pulled back again to look at me. “Simone, I’m serious. I love you,” he told me. I was taken aback and didn’t know what to say.
“Tell me when your penis is not inside me and I’ll believe you,” I told him. He laughed, making his cock jump inside me. We kissed and made love until we came together again and fell asleep on top of the covers, wrapped in each other’s arms. In Hunter’s arms, I felt complete. I did, in fact, feel loved. But unlike in the past, I felt safe. And there, half asleep in Hunter’s arms, I was inspired to write my next single, so I dragged my wobbly woe begotten self out of bed and into the studio to write.
THE END
Bonus Story 9 of 40
Wrong in the Right Way
Michelle sat in the morning meeting wondering if she could train herself to sleep with her eyes open. The balding, monotone man from accounting was informing the team that their last magazine did not sell as well as originally anticipated. Their magazine covered a wide range of topics from politics to new trends in the fashion world. Michelle wasn’t surprised that last month’s issue didn’t sell well though; it was dedicated to ways that individuals could make the environment safer. It was boring, dull and filled with hard facts. It had not been her idea; not that she personally had anything against making the environment safer. But the sad fact was that readers didn’t get excited by long articles about how people were killing the environment, let alone want to spend money on a magazine issue dedicated to it.
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