I swear, Charlie definitely knew something was wrong when I agreed to his first sleepover in Albanyville *that* quickly. I had a call with the mom, made sure she was a real person, and gave a big thumbs up.
Dating with kids is kind-of like trying to play soccer in the DMZ of North and South Korea. Everyone is watching and judging. The landscape is desolate and sad. There are mines and traps everywhere, and your kid never wants you to get laid or even think about dating—so he’s a constant cockblock.
Okay, that last part is definitely just my dating life. I get that it might be hard for him. It can’t be easy having a “hot” mom. I’m a pretty fit woman. I had him so young that my body bounced back like a rubber band. I still get a lot of looks. It’s flattering, but most men my age aren’t expecting a fucking teenager when I get to that part of the conversation, hence my seven-year dry spell.
I heard the gate bell and checked the window. The grey F-150 was parked far in the distance. I buzzed him in, and the gate swung open. I felt butterflies flit about in my stomach. I’d never been this nervous about a date. I checked my hair about seventeen times. Flat German hair is so fucking boring. I’d curled it meticulously. I wore a flirty crimson club dress. It wasn’t something ridiculously provocative, but it looked damn good. It was loose and flowing on one side while being cinched higher by a side stitch on the left. The straps were skinny and flirty. The cut was low and brought the girls out to play.
I slipped into my silver sparkly heels and jumped as the doorbell rang. I clicked over across the linoleum floor and welcomed him. He wore a pressed violet-colored dress shirt and charcoal slacks. I didn’t even mean to, but I ran my hands up his sleeves. I wanted to touch the shimmery fabric.
“Damn, coach!” I laughed. “You clean up nice!”
“I do?” he shook his head, letting his eyes linger on my body.
I bit my lip and twirled for him.
“You like it?” I smiled.
“Enough to cancel our night out and make it a night in,” he crooned.
“Not on your life!” I shouted back. “When you told me where we are going tonight, I pulled out my Fats Domino records—on Spotify—and danced my ass off.”
He leaned against the door jamb and watched me march over to the 70s-special kitchen table. I grabbed my small, but sensible, purse and joined him. As we climbed into the truck, he was playing a New Orleans style cover of “Minnie the Moocher.” I was swaying to it before I could even recognize the tune.
As we got onto the interstate, he turned down the radio.
“You ever been to a blues club?”
“Once!” I smiled. “I was visiting New Orleans with my—”
I sighed. It wasn’t a good time, but the music was.
“Anyway, it was amazing. I didn’t know they had them in Tennessee!”
“You claim to like blues, and you didn’t know they have bars like that in Nashville?”
“We’re driving to Nashville?” I gasped. “It’s already 7:30!”
Reggie laughed. He glanced to me and I joined him in a few nervous chuckles.
“We’re goin’ about a half hour out of town. There’s this little place just outside Knoxville that’s—”
Then he made a kissing sound with his lips and spread his fingers, like he was any kind of Italian. Either way, I was thrilled that we weren’t going to be driving for hours. I had bigger plans for the night.
___
The band sang “All that meat, and no potatoes.” There was a pair of trumpeters, a bass, a pair of guitars, a drummer, and just about every other type of instrument you could imagine set up onstage before a wide sprawling outdoor porch area. Get-togethers definitely looked different in the COVID craziness, but those boys sure looked like they were having a good time.
I noticed something incidental as I walked in, not many men had dates that looked a thing like me. In fact, patrons seemed to be looking at me as though I were lost.
“Frankie!” Reg called out, approaching his friend with an open pair of arms. Their hands met and tugged each other in for a hug as they patted each other on the back. I couldn’t help thinking how I wanted to squirt some sanitizer on Reggie’s hand before holding it again. People needed to get used to greeting each other without embracing.
“How the hell you been, Reg?” Frankie’s scratchy voice asked.
“Ah, you know,” Reggie chuckled. “No more Desiree, so—”
“Damn, I can see that,” Frankie laughed looking at me. “And who do you have here, you dirty dog?”
I smirked.
“Damn, you rob a cradle on your way to the club?” a big woman to my right asked. She looked at me and smiled wide and true. “Charmaine, baby. You know I’m playing, right?”
“Yeah, of course,” I smiled. “This place is—fucking amazing.”
“Ain’t it, though?” Frankie coughed, turning away from us. He seemed to be hacking up a lung. I took a step back without thinking.
“Girl, don’t you worry!” Charmaine laughed. “That there’s thirty years of chain smoking. It’s got nothin’ to do with the shit happenin’ all around us.”
“Anyway!” Reg shouted over the pair. “This is Dani. She’s my—”
He turned to me and I laughed.
“We’re dating!” I yelled.
“And you tryin’ to scare her away taking her to a place like this? Bitch, we don’t play Miley Cyrus up in here.”
“Hey!” Reg put a hand on Frankie’s chest.
“Luckily, I’ve been listening to Billie Holliday and B. B. King since I was twelve!” I shouted back.
“Oh, shit!” Frankie looked at Charmaine and guffawed. “We got a genuine ‘uh-oh’ up in here!”
I frowned. I knew what they meant. I was one of those girls who thought I was black on the inside, like an “uh-oh” Oreo. I’d heard the term before. I tried not to let it get to me, smiling through the frustration.
“Hey, how ‘bout you shut the hell up and get us a table?” Reggie broke in.
“Oh, okay!” Frankie agreed. “Alright, hose yourself down now. You know I didn’t mean nothin’ by it.”
He chuckled, but Reggie didn’t. Frankie did as he was told and brought us to a second-row table, separated from the rest and on the far side of the wall. I liked it because it had a good view of the stage and was about as distant as I could possibly be from everyone else.
The band was amazing. Ironically enough, they were better than the group I’d seen in New Orleans at playing New Orleans style blues. I swayed beside Reggie and his sour mood brightened back up. They played a lot of crowd pleasers, some of which I actually knew, but they were so damn talented that I sang along whenever I could figure out the lyrics to songs that weren’t quite as familiar.
Three drinks and a few tapas plates later, and I was *loving* every single song. I didn’t even care that it was so fucking typical for a smashed white girl to sing along to black beats like she owned them, I was enraptured in the music. As they announced they were taking a break around 11PM, I turned to Reggie.
“This is the best date I’ve ever been on,” I laughed, kissing his cheek. “If we get out of here *right now* I’ll make it very worth your while. I love the band, like—adore them, but I’m in the mood for something a bit more—substantial.”
My date waved frantically for the overwhelmed server. He was hungry for dessert.
___
As we pulled back up the drive, I was still pretty tipsy. I’d been feeling along his thighs the whole drive home, and his palm had taken up permanent residence under my dress. I started to climb into his lap as he shifted into park, and he pushed me off.
“The fuck, man?” I slurred. “I need to get some like—now!”
“Two minutes,” he laughed. “If you like surprises, keep your eyes closed.”
He zipped out the driver’s side and I was still annoyed. I didn’t care what kind of treat he had waiting for me. Unless it was his lips all over my body, at that exact moment, I was mad. I hated surprises.
I turned around and watched him fiddling with what looked like broomsticks in the corners of his truck bed. I cocked my head. My brain was working slowly. It was sad that I couldn’t figure it out. The surprise made sense, in hindsight.
He opened the passenger door.
“Okay, jump into my arms.”
There were no arguments to be had from me. I slipped down the side of the truck like Jello and entrusted Reggie with complete faith that he’d catch me. The coach didn’t let me down. I squeaked as he pulled me to his chest and kissed me.
“Hey, sexy,” he breathed.
“Why you talkin’ to yourself?” I winked.
Reggie shook his head. He parted the curtains on something that looked invisible in the back of his truck and I thought I was being fucked with. He scooped me into the bed and my back met a cushioned mat.
“Oh—my—God!” I giggled rolling around on the soft blankets. “This is fucking amazing!”
He jumped up behind me as I rolled about like a relaxing cat and zipped what I swear was just night air.
“What the fuck is that?” I gasped, pointing at what looked like nothing.
“Bug netting,” he laughed. “What, you think I was putting up poles for nothing?”
“Oh, mosquito guards!” I laughed. “That makes sen-n-n-se.”
Reggie smirked and popped the button on a thermos. He poured me a steaming cup.
“Drink this,” he ordered. “I think I’d almost feel guilty fuckin’ around with you this plastered.”
It was hot cocoa. I wanted to cry. He was so sweet. I gulped a sip of the still-hot beverage and wrapped my other arm around him. I kissed him in little loving spurts.
“Seriously, though, shut the fuck up with this,” I laughed. “You’re definitely not supposed to put this much effort into dating after thirty.”
He shrugged and laid himself back on some of the oversized pillows that were on the far side of the bed.
“I just—” he laughed, looking up at the stars that started to materialize for our adjusting eyes. “I wanted to do it for you. Look, I know I’m pretty hard a lot of the time.”
I chortled, trying not to squirt hot cocoa from my nostrils.
“Ha, ha, ha!” he emphasized. “What I mean is, I’m tough. But I—”
He stretched his arms above his head and seemed to get lost in thought.
I nestled myself down under his arm and he lowered it to cradle my whole left side.
“I already did that, right? I’ve fucked up before.” he finally spoke. “Look, I didn’t give a fuck about my—marriage. It’s dead. I think you’re worth the care I shoulda been taking all along.”
“O—kay?” I muttered. “Are you saying I’m like your ex, but you don’t want to screw me up?”
“No, shit,” he grunted. “I mean, I’m gonna be tough with you, right? That’s part of who I am, but it’s not *all* of who I am. I’m also a man that can do this, and who wants to, because you’re not just some random bitch for me. Alright?”
“Oh, yeah, call women random bitches,” I chuckled, “that gets us so hot.”
He slapped my ass.
“You know what I mean,” Reggie smirked. “I think you’re really cool. I don’t just wanna clap your cheeks, you know?”
The word *just* was definitively present in his sentence. I felt a warmth between my legs.
“Well,” I sighed, dragging a finger up his chest. “What if you’re just my fuck toy? What if I saw that dick and wanted to—experiment? Maybe I’m a size queen.”
“Well,” he chuckled, knowing full well I was full of shit, “then I’d say I’m happy to fuck the shit out of this—”
He rolled over atop me and pinned my wrists to the bed. My legs parted for him like a blooming flower. I moaned.
“—tight little blonde guinea pig.”
“And now calling—” my breath was shaky. I wanted him so badly I couldn’t even form sentences to be sassy. “Me a guinea pig to really set the—”
He interrupted me by kissing me more roughly than he usually did. I wanted to feel him, but he still held my hands in place. I tried to pull away, but he was so damn strong. There wasn’t a thing I could do. I was his, both as a plaything and in a metaphorical sense. I did have one thing I could do.
I snaked my bare leg around his and showed off my flexibility. I ran my heel up his inner thigh and let my toes play with his balls through his pants.
“What the fuck?” he laughed.
“Yoga,” I smiled.
He transferred control of both wrists to his left hand and dragged his right down to my mouth. I maneuvered my lips and sucked his thumb into me. I’d forced him to take the time to wash his hands before leaving the club. Fucking hell, I swear to you, his thumb was the same size as my ex’s dick. He could have gagged me if he’d have pushed it any deeper. Instead he rocked his hips against my crotch while I danced my tongue around him.
“You’re really fucking good at that,” he groaned.
“Oh, I’m the full package,” I smiled as he withdrew his hand and moved to my breasts. He tugged at the fabric. The dress was pretty delicate. I couldn’t help myself.
“Oh, I know you’re rough, but please, please, don’t tear *this* dress off me!” I begged. “I swear I’d be down for it with a lot of outfits, but I *love* this—”
“Ten seconds to get naked, or I rip off whatever’s left,” he smirked.
“Way more time than I need!” I laughed. The dress was off in about *a* second and the bra dropped to my lap two seconds later.
“You didn’t—” he stared at my bare pussy as I stood up on my knees in his truck bed.
“Slipped ‘em off just before you parked,” I laughed.
Then, he did something I wasn’t expecting.
“Lay back,” he ordered. “Look at the stars. I wanna take a few minutes to explore you. This body’s just too—mmh!”
I giggled as I followed his instructions. The night was gorgeous, perfect weather for a walk or fuck under the stars. The tiny twinkling points of light above me were slightly refracted by the screening as angry mosquitos buzzed about flaccidly, looking for prey to penetrate. Some of them were as big as my hands. Reggie made a good choice setting up the netting. I heard his shoes hit the bed, then his belt came streaking up toward my head. It landed a foot or so to my right. His slacks joined the belt a moment later. I shuddered. I saw his hips beside my face and felt his hands along my thighs. I purred. The man knew how to take care of a woman.
He wasn’t even touching my pussy. He wouldn’t get near it. He’d play with my calves, lick up my thighs, kiss my belly, and maybe even play with my tits, but he was leaving my clit alone. I was so embarrassed. It was probably going to be another two-lick night for me. Luckily, men weren’t nearly as offended by women who came quickly. Unlike when boys pop early, it doesn’t bring the show to a halt. Lucky me. All it meant was that I was likely to finish several times over the course of the night.
His mouth hovered over my slit. I shivered. I could feel his hot breath flowing over my flooded folds. I wanted to push down on his head. I needed him to lick me. He was painstaking in his lovemaking. I had an idea of how to speed him along. My deft hands yanked his boxers down and I lunged forward, taking his semi-hard dick into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he laughed.
The bastard still didn’t lick me. I just needed to work harder. I took him as deep as I possibly could, gagging repeatedly, but I was undeterred. He swelled within me. God, it was so fucking hot. It was like a monster awakening. His sexy low groans let me know I was doing a good job. He spanked my ass hard. I giggled.
I’d spent the whole week getting wet every time I sat down. I’d feel where he whipped me with a towel and smile to myself. It was a little reminder that I belonged to someone. Those bruises were almost gone. He needed to give me new ones.
As I stroked his balls, he finally locked his mouth over my pussy. I screeched. I was glad to live in the mountains, a mile from the nearest neighbor. His index finger wiggled inside my pussy and started curling up. It felt like he had an opposable dick. It was like I was dating a giant. My holes were up to the challenge, at least they thought they were.
He started to thrust into my mouth. I gasped as he pushed through my gag reflex. It was like I was being strangled by an alien monster. My makeup began to run as my eyes watered. I gave panicked taps to his hips and he eased off.
I laughed and wheezed. It set off a string of wet, deep, hacking coughs. He immediately raced up to my face and cradled it.
“You alright, Dani?”
“Oh, my shit! Get back to my pussy!” I ordered in a voice that sounded a bit like Frankie’s.
Holy shit, did he get back to it. Reg made sure both fingers were slick as he worked a second one into me. They were enormous. It felt like I was being fucked by a pair of lesser men. I exhaled and he sucked my clit into his mouth. Just like that, it was game, set, and match.
I moaned and held his head in place as he licked with purpose. My man owned me. He fucked me with his fingers better than I’d ever been pounded by past lovers. I suddenly and succinctly understood the saying I’d heard in jest for years, “once you go black, you never go back.”
“Shit!” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck, stop! I wanna come with you inside me.”
He stopped and looked up at me.
“Babe, I’ll try, but you’re—”
“Just fuck me, goddamn it!” I breathed.
I was ecstatic. I was finally going to feel him inside me. I was super wet and extremely turned on. It was time to make it happen. Then, he flopped his engorged dick against my flat tummy.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, seeing the monster that was about to slay me.
It wasn’t even his length. Reggie was like a dark branch, one that was tough to wrap my hands around fully, and it hit me that something about triple the size of my largest dildo was about to penetrate me. A pair of words jumped from my nervous mouth.
“Go slow,” I whimpered.
Reggie nodded. He looked nervous too.
It felt like someone trying to shove an Intercontinental Ballistic Missile up my pussy and probably could have had a similar effect had I not broken down immediately into a “SlowSlowSlowSlow!” like a machine gun.
I could hardly take the head. As it slipped into me, I breathed out a “fu-uck!”
“Shit, you took the tip!” he announced proudly, like a teacher handing out a participation prize.
“Maybe try—” I whispered, taking deep slow breaths. “You can push in a little.”
He only shoved in another inch or two, but it felt like a goalpost being thrust up into my pussy. I screamed out. He was thicker than I could have imagined. I hadn’t felt so stretched since Charlie, and that was pretty far from a pleasant experience.
“Fuck!” I gasped, biting a finger and trying to make it look like I was having a good time. He did feel Incredible, but the ever-present feel of pain was there like an unwanted specter.
Reggie pulled out. He kissed me.
“Babe, I’m patient,” he smiled. “We definitely shouldn’t have tried it without lube.”
“Wait, wait!” I exclaimed. “Maybe I just need to get a little bit wetter!”
Reggie laughed.
“Bitch, you couldn’t get any wetter!”
Reggie was so rough at times and so kind during others. His wicked side emerged for a moment.
“Don’t think I’m not gonna make a mess of your face, though.”
“What if I think finishing on my face is demeaning?” I smirked.
“Then you better say ‘Chocolate’ or shut the fuck up and take my load.”
My jaw dropped. What a bastard. What a powerful, sexy, handsome, bastard. I exhaled and shook my head.
“Yes, coach,” I winked.
He’d been so gentle with my poor little pussy, but I received no such leeway with my mouth that he knew could take his dick. He forced himself in-between my lips and started to thrust like a beast.
He didn’t give a shit that I was gagging. He knew I’d tap out if it got to be too much. As such, he thrust wildly. He was violating me, without a care in the world for anything but his pleasure in that moment.
I rolled my eyes back. I didn’t think it was possible to feel pleasure just from being taken orally. I knew my jaw would hurt like hell in the morning, but I was moaning too, through the awful noises emanating from my mouth.
“Fuck!” he shouted. “fuck! Take it! Take it!”
I was pumping a trio of my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, wishing it was something massive from his body. I didn’t care if it was his dick, or his fingers, but I craved his size. I was never going to be the same.
I felt wicked. I slipped one of my slicked fingers past his balls and started to play with his ass. He was far too close to stop me. I found it funny. He twitched, but couldn’t say anything but:
“Coming!”
He hopped up onto his knees and took aim with his fire hose at my face. I held eye contact for a moment before he finished. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Just as I shut my eyes, the flood unleashed across my cheeks.
It kept pumping, over and over, rope after rope cascading across my pretty little face. He was groaning and gasping as what sounded like an exceptional orgasm emptied over me.
“Fuck!” he shouted, as I found his dick with my mouth and sat up like his personal blinded cocksucker. I sucked him dry. I milked every last drop, then I felt his powerful palm slam to my chest and toss me to the bedding.
“Don’t fuckin move a muscle,” he ordered.
I heard him unlock his phone.
“Are you taking a fucking nude of me right now?” I barked.
“Chocolate?” he wondered.
I sighed.
“You’re a real fucker, you know that?” I breathed. “You sicken me.”
I saw the camera flash and kept my eyes shut tight.
“Is that for your own personal spank bank?” I laughed. “You gonna jack off looking at these tits?”
I pressed them together and saw another flash.
“Such a fucking pervert,” I hissed. “Forcing yourself on me, then taking pictures of the aftermath.”
I felt a hand meet my throat. I didn’t mean to moan.
I wrapped my fingers around his and pulled. It was too hard. He let up, but only just. I could hardly breathe. It was better than suffocating.
“You got a fuckin mouth, you know that, bitch?” he growled.
I was fucking myself silly with my fingers as he choked me.
“Sorry, coach. I can’t help it!” I wheezed. He loosened a bit more. He was getting off on my dirty talk. I think he wanted it hear more. “I’ve always been a horny little slut.”
“Jesus,” he laughed. It was a very approving chuckle, the kind a woman gets when she comes out wearing the perfect lingerie for her lover.
I still couldn’t open my eyes. He offered me nothing to clean up as I felt his tongue trace down my stomach.
“Not even gonna give me a towel first?” I teased. “You’re a filthy fuck! You’re disgusting. You—ahh!”
He sucked my clit back into his mouth and returned the fingers I loved so much. He tossed my hand aside carelessly and I giggled. I was glad to be back in the hands of a professional.
“If you—weren’t so goddamn—fuck!” I squealed.
I couldn’t even act anymore. I was already close to finishing. His blindfold of semen was sexy. I knew I couldn’t open my eyes, but it was my own willpower blinding me. I could smell his seed all over my face. I sighed as my pussy began to clench down on his fingers.
“Fuck, fuck! Yes! Right fucking there!”
I wrapped my legs around his head and moaned obscenely loud pleasured sighs as I came for him. He kept licking and pumping faster, and my thighs shook. I lifted slightly from the bed.
He kept licking even after I finished. I was telling him to stop, but the monster kept pumping his fingers slowly. I was waiting for him to come back up and kiss me, but he refused.
“Baby, stop!” I giggled. “Baby, please!”
Then he started to put a *lot* of pressure on my G-spot. He rubbed it slowly but in wide sweeping strokes. I exhaled. It was like he hit the rewind button on my orgasm. I felt a tingling in my legs and abdomen.
“Fuck, Reg!” I breathed. “Jesus, shit!”
He didn’t just make me come once more. He stroked and licked and finger-fucked me through two additional orgasms. I couldn’t feel my legs and was yelping and panting like a dog as my third one squeezed him so hard it elicited a chuckle.
He kissed my pussy and I slapped the side of his head by reflex.
I started to giggle. I was expecting a slap back, but he sat up and forced a moistened towel into my hand.
“Thank you, pervert!” I laughed, wiping the load from my face.
“You just look so pretty all dressed in white,” he laughed.
“Hardy har,” I mocked. “I’m sure I do.”
He was staring at me as I opened my eyes.
“You’re just—perfect.”
I fanned myself and looked away. All the blood in my body flushed into my cheeks.
“Stop it!” I chastised. “I wasn’t expecting you to be staring at me.”
“Well expect it,” he added firmly. “I’m gonna look at you—a lot. You’re not wearing any fucking makeup right now.”
The outside lights of my home illuminated my face just slightly in profile. I looked away.
“No, look at me,” he whispered.
I made a playful frown and looked into his eyes.
“You’ve got a bangin’ body, but your face is the most naturally beautiful of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“Jesus!” I giggled and looked away again. “You can’t be saying shit like that!”
“Why not?” he laughed.
“Because—” I dragged the word out, “it’s giving me feelings, and we’ve only been out on three dates.”
“What feelings are those?” he smirked in the pale porch light.
“Just,” I sighed. I kissed him. His wandering hands groped my tits and ass. I slapped his chest and spoke up in a complaining voice. “Really? Now’s when you get handsy?”
“Can’t help it,” he winked.
“Ugh,” I rolled my eyes and kissed him again. This was bad. Reggie was—perfect. He was everything I wanted in a man. My son would hate it and the town would likely react even worse. Yet, in that moment, I was a woman and he was a man, and I was crazy about him—but couldn’t say it just yet.
“You’re just the best. You know that?”
Reggie laughed. He seemed to hate himself for thinking the thought in his head. He said it anyway.
“I know you are, but what am I?”
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