Succulent

by Zane

  I had not seen or heard from Hamilton in nearly two months. I mourned his absence from my life like a death in my family. His love continued to haunt me in my dreams and ever more so when I was awake.

  So when Hamilton opened the door to me, after all that time, I did not know how I would be received. He looked astonished to see me. I knew I looked a sight, in old jeans and a ripped T-shirt, sporting a black eye and a busted lip. I stood, holding my sleeping baby in her pink Dora the Explorer blanket.

  “This is my daughter, Maya,” I said. “She’s two.”

  “She’s beautiful.” Hamilton smiled at Maya and lifted her into his arms.

  He reached for me with his free hand and welcomed us inside. We walked into his guest room and he laid Maya down on the bed. I covered her with her blanket and sat beside her.

  “Will she be alright in here?” Hamilton asked.

  I kissed Maya’s forehead and stroked her brown curls. “Yes. She sleeps through the night.” I looked at him with a silent appeal. “She is such a good girl.”

  “I’m sure she is.” Hamilton turned the bedside lamp on low and we walked arm in arm into the living room. After Hamilton laid me on the sofa and covered me with a deep green chenille throw, he held me.

  “Hamilton, the reason why I didn’t leave Justin before now—”

  “Is lovely and sleeping in my guest room,” Hamilton finished my statement. “I understand, Anais.”

  “I told Justin I was leaving him. He went bananas! He punched me wherever he could land a fist. Maya ran in the room and hit him and bit his hand. He twisted her arm and threw Maya against the coffee table. I bashed the back of his head with his girlfriend’s sculpture and got us the hell out of there!” My body shivered as I relived the last beating that I would ever take.

  Hamilton kissed my forehead and rubbed my arms. “You’re okay now, baby. You and Maya are safe now.”

  “Can you be a father to Maya? She’s never really had a daddy.”

  “Yes,” Hamilton said. “I’ve always wanted a daughter.”

  I took a deep breath as I prepared to let go of my last secret. “I’m pregnant; a little over seven weeks.”

  I peered up at Hamilton. He looked as if he were bracing himself for a blow that he saw coming, but could still not move out of the way. I took his clenched fist and placed it on my stomach.

  “This is our baby. I haven’t been with Justin in months.” His fingers relaxed and spread out over my stomach. The warmth from his hand radiated throughout my body. He held my face and kissed me.

  I frowned as a painful memory crept into my mind. “Justin says he is going to take Maya away from me.”

  “You must know that I would never let that happen,” Hamilton said.

  “Justin is very powerful.”

  “He doesn’t have the monopoly on power. I have it, too, in abundance. Don’t look so worried.” Hamilton smiled and stroked a finger beneath my bottom lip. “Nothing that I am will ever hurt you or Maya or the baby.”

  “That sounds like something Michael Corleone would say.”

  Hamilton chuckled softly. “I’m not a godfather. You can trust me.”

  “I do.”

  “I love you, Anais.”

  I leaned my forehead against his. “You’ve never said that to me before.”

  “You weren’t mine.”

  “I’ve always been yours. I simply wasn’t free, until now.”

  The Visit

  Memphis Vaughn Jr.

  The Christmas season was not a good time to be alone. I couldn’t make the trip back home to the Gulf Coast from L.A. until the week after Christmas. My close friend Erick had suggested I drive up to Oakland with him for the holidays and not spend it alone, as I had planned. After my breakup with my girlfriend back in October, he didn’t want me to be alone and feeling sorry for myself. He suggested that his stepmother’s Southern cuisine and hospitality would help get my mind off the breakup.

  We arrived two days before Christmas to a quiet neighborhood of well-kept homes. His stepmother greeted us with warm hugs and graciously welcomed me into their home. His family was originally from Texas, and his stepmother was all the family he had now. His dad had died a few years earlier, from a heart attack at fifty-five, and his mother had died when he was twelve. When his dad remarried, his stepmother had raised him along with her daughter, Damara, from another marriage. Damara was a twenty-three-year-old graduate student at Stanford and was home for the holiday break. Erick and Damara’s younger brother, Kelvin, was stationed in Iraq and would not be home for the holidays.

  “Jayson, make yourself at home,” his stepmother said, her Southern accent still intact. “Stay as long as you wish.”

  “Thank you, Mrs. Dillard.”

  She smiled. “Please, call me Linda. Mrs. Dillard makes me sound like an old lady.”

  That evening Erick’s family hosted a holiday party; the other guests were some of Damara’s friends and several neighbors. All of Damara’s friends were attractive, but Damara was the stunner. She had nice, long legs and a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There’s nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black female.

  Damara was charming and intelligent and she matched me wit for wit as we chatted and discussed a wide range of subjects. I enjoyed watching her sashay through the room, and I could tell she enjoyed putting on a show. My mind alternated between thoughts of holding and caressing her body and focusing on the conversation in the room. I tried to fight those thoughts and not be disrespectful to Erick and his family.

  Damara helped her mother serve the assortment of holiday food and drinks. Whenever Damara came near me, she would touch my arm or shoulder, and each time, I felt something surge through my body. I couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or my own lust playing tricks on me. Each time she reached down to retrieve my plate or glass, it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. The clingy top struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place, and I wouldn’t have complained if they had spilled out right into my hands.

  I also found myself catching glimpses of her mother—a slightly older version of Damara, but with more generous curves. Linda, with her Southern charm, warm personality, and good looks, was the perfect hostess. I could imagine that in her younger days, she probably had to fight off the men wanting to jump her bones. I estimated that Linda was in her late forties, and with me being thirty-three, I was probably too old for Damara and too young for Linda. Fortunately, Erick was not aware of the interaction between Damara and me since he was too engrossed with one of the other females, who I later found out was an ex-girlfriend.

  As it neared midnight, I tried to stifle my yawns, which resulted from the long drive up and from consuming multiple glasses of the rum-laced eggnog. I made a valiant effort to stay alert, but Linda finally caught on and suggested that I go to bed. I protested but she prevailed and led me downstairs to the guest room in the converted basement.

  “I hope you don’t mind sleeping down here,” Erick’s mother said. “It’s quiet and you’ll have your privacy.”

  As I surveyed the well-appointed bedroom, I quickly responded that it was nicer than my own bedroom. Linda laughed and gave me a quick hug before she went back upstairs.

  I sprawled across the bed intending to rest my eyes for a moment before I took a shower. Just as I began to drift off to sleep, Erick stuck his head in the room and asked if I wanted to join him.

  “Jayson, don’t tell me you’re wimping out on me already. We just got here.” He poked me in the side. “Roz and I are going down to a club on the waterfront. Get up.”

  “Naw, man, you two go ahead. I don’t want to be a third wheel. It’s been a long day; I’ll catch you in the morning.”

  “Alright, man. But tomorrow, you’re gonna hang while we’re here in Oakland. So get your rest now.”

  “Cool. Catch you later.”

  A few minutes later, I finally got up to take a shower. I heard a light knock on the bed
room door, and much to my delight, it was Damara.

  “Just checking to see if you needed anything?”

  “Thanks. I’m good and I have everything I need.” Except you, I thought. As she stood there, I noticed her beautiful languid eyes were a shade of hazel and complemented her other facial features.

  “You sure? I want to make sure your stay is very pleasurable.” She stood there eyeing me, and the word pleasurable seemed to resonate through my mind.

  “My stay has been great,” I responded as I flashed a smile. “Your family has been very welcoming to me.”

  It was getting difficult to restrain the arousal that was forming in my pants as I scanned her body. Damara’s sexy smile was having an effect on me, and I was doing my best to respect my friend and his home.

  “Good,” she replied. Just before she started to leave, she popped another question. “You didn’t want to go out with Erick?”

  “Uh, no, I didn’t want to intrude on him and his date, since I would’ve been without one myself.”

  “I would’ve gone out with you. I’d be good company.”

  “Maybe I can take you up on that tomorrow. I was about to take a shower and call it a night.”

  “Okay. If you need anything, I’m right upstairs.” She then winked at me and repeated, “Anything.”

  Her wink and continued offering of assistance had gone beyond normal pleasantries. We stood there for a moment, the sexual tension growing stronger with each passing second.

  “So, if I need someone to wash my back, should I call on you?” I fired my volley and awaited her response.

  “Sure. I can help wash anything else you may be having difficulty with.” She looked at my crotch, which was reacting as if she had called it by name.

  I pulled her into my arms, and our lips and tongues battled feverishly with pent-up passions. Our hands began to caress and explore each other’s body. Her soft backside felt good as I grabbed each cheek and pulled her tightly against my groin. Her hands roamed across the muscles of my back and down to my butt.

  We broke our kiss and began to undress each other. I quickly removed her blouse and lacy black bra to reveal the breasts that had teased me all night. Her dark, thick buds were tasty as my tongue rolled across her taut nipples, setting off her sensual murmurs of approval. Damara didn’t waste any time helping me shed my pants, and I soon stood there with my pants and shorts down around my ankles. Grabbing my hard dick, she stroked it up and down and kissed my nipples. I suckled her full breasts as I slowly slid her panties down her long, shapely legs.

  After extracting ourselves from the awkward tangle of clothes, I led her into the bathroom and we stood there for a moment gazing at our reflections in the mirror.

  Despite her height, she appeared much shorter next to my six-foot-three frame. My dark skin contrasted against her café-au-lait complexion; yet the darkness of her nipples matched my skin tone and provided an ideal blend of our colors.

  In the shower, we let the water cascade over our bodies. With her back against me, I felt my penis wedged between the cheeks of her curvy ass. I reached my hand around to stroke the sensitive nub that was nestled in a dense forest of soft curls. My fingers found their way to her molten vagina, which was already emitting its satiny fluids. My other hand caressed her nipples, causing her to moan and purr, like a well-tuned Ferrari.

  The danger of knowing that her mother was upstairs heightened the pleasure I was experiencing. Damara squirmed in my embrace as I stimulated her clitoris. I wanted to break her off right then, but she spun around and pushed me against the wall. I watched as the water streamed onto her chest and made tiny rivulets down her honey brown body. She licked at the droplets of water that hung on my broad chest as she moved from my nipples down to my navel and ended with her lips engulfing my throbbing penis.

  “Damn, Jayson, it’s so thick.”

  Her hot mouth devouring my dick caused my eyes to roll back in my head. She sucked it in and out of her mouth, letting it pop each time she withdrew her mouth from the head. She played with my penis as if it were her own personal joystick.

  She worked her mouth down my elongated staff, taking more than half of it in.

  “It’s too big for my mouth,” she announced after withdrawing from my saliva-coated shaft. “But, I have another hole that I know can handle it.”

  “That sounds like a challenge,” I teased. “Show me your skills, baby.” I turned her around and parted the cheeks of her backside. I playfully nudged my penis toward her rump, but her hand swatted it away.

  “No, not that one,” she said, giggling. “You know which one I’m talking about.”

  “Oh, this one.” I pushed the head of my penis against her tight opening, which eventually allowed me to ease inside her awaiting body, the wetness allowing me to glide in. Damara’s well-rounded butt was made for the doggie-style position as I watched my dick wedge its way between her jiggling butt cheeks.

  “Oh, shit,” I moaned as she worked her abundant backside against me. By now the water had gotten cold and I turned the shower off as we continued our lovemaking.

  Her inner walls gripped my penis, and I struggled to maintain control. Grabbing her titties, I began my assault on her quivering body. Damara matched me stroke for stroke and her shrieks of pleasure threatened to awaken the entire neighborhood. I stuck my fingers in her mouth to muffle her moans, but my own moans of pleasure betrayed me as my bass voice loudly reverberated in the tiled shower stall.

  “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed as she bucked back against me. That was all it took for me to reach my climax. After a few final thrusts, I pulled out and shot a stream of cum across her back and onto the shower wall. My eruption was like none I had experienced before.

  After a lukewarm shower, we ended our sexual foray with more passionate kissing on the bed as we lay there wrapped in towels. I wanted her to stay with me the entire night, but we both thought about the possible repercussions if we were found that way in the morning. After one more lingering kiss to her succulent lips, I watched her slip through the door and back upstairs.

  My dreams that night were extremely vivid, and they continued to play out one sexual situation after another until I found myself awake and trying to determine where I was. I felt a presence in the room and thought that maybe Damara was returning for another bout. After my eyes adjusted to the dim light that seeped in from outside, to my surprise I saw Erick’s stepmother.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you,” Linda whispered, standing right inside the doorway.

  “No, I was half asleep,” I lied.

  “I was checking to see if everything was okay.” Her gaze scanned my body, and I then realized that I had fallen asleep wearing only the towel. The towel, now tangled beneath me, left my naked body fully exposed to Linda. Her stare was locked on my erect penis.

  “I see that something else is fully awake,” she said as she sat on the edge of the bed, her body right in my face. The intoxicating scent of her perfume hung languidly in the air. The thin, silky robe exposed her luscious thighs and the bra and panties she wore.

  “Jayson, I’m here to help you with anything you need,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “Erick told me about the breakup with your girlfriend. I know that guys can get real depressed when these things happen, especially during this time of year.”

  I was embarrassed about her knowing about my personal life and wished Erick had not told all my business.

  “I’m doing okay,” I responded.

  Her sexy voice and the feel of her fingers grazing my lower thigh caused my penis to respond, and I attempted to cover up my nakedness.

  “Don’t be ashamed if you were having a wet dream. It’s natural to have those feelings,” she said. Even in the dim light of the room, I could see the desire in her brown eyes. “I can help you with things, if you want me to.”

  As her hands slid farther up my thigh and hip, I knew exactly what she meant. After a fulfilling bout of sex with
her daughter, I had to admit I was turned on by her, too.

  “I know I might seem too old for you, but—”

  “No, Mrs., I mean, Linda. You are very attractive and not too old for me. But I don’t want to disrespect your hospitality by doing something improper.”

  “Don’t be silly, Jayson. I want this more than you realize.” She leaned over and kissed me on the nape of my neck, and my dick sprang up like a rake being stepped on.

  “We shouldn’t be doing this. What if Erick or Damara come down here?”

  “Erick’s still out and Damara is asleep,” she said in between kisses. “It’s only you and me.”

  Her kisses lingered on my nipples, making my penis leak pre-cum. My hands began to stroke her soft body. Age had been kind to her body, which was just as supple as her daughter’s.

  “Your body is beautiful,” I said as I pulled the robe from her shoulders, then slid down the bra straps to unveil her abundant breasts. The caramel color of her large breasts was accentuated by the darker nipples and areolas. I hadn’t noticed how big her breasts were until now as she leaned over and placed my dick between them. The pre-cum created the perfect lubrication as I slid my hardness between those soft mounds. Linda snaked her tongue out across the head of my penis as I pumped back and forth. Her tongue was longer than any other I had ever seen, and she put it to good use as it flicked across the sensitive nerves of my prick each time it poked through the cleavage of her breasts. The sensations from both her tongue and her breasts were intense. I didn’t want to cum too fast, but her actions soon brought me off as I coated her nipples with my pearly essence.

  “I’m sorry but the feelings were too incredible for me to hold back.”

  “Don’t worry, baby.” She rubbed the sperm into her breasts, making the nipples glisten in the predawn light. “I’ll make it hard again.”

  She stood up, peeled off her panties, and straddled me in the sixty-nine position. Placing her fleshy mound in my face, the combination of her feminine scent and the effects of her tongue began to bring my penis back to life. I thrust my tongue into her soaking vagina, causing her to swallow my penis. I soon felt it slip all the way into her throat, and her tongue snaked out to tickle my balls.