22/Renee
Kenny called me every morning, and we shared dinner in the evening.
We had a lot more in common than I ever imagined, and I was surprised because most men didn’t like talking on the phone.
I wanted so badly to pick up the phone and tell Danielle every detail.
Because that’s what best friends do, they gossip and talk about men.
Kayla and Nadine are cool, but Kayla’s too religious and judgmental, and Nadine doesn’t understand normal relationships.
Her relationship with her parents is dysfunctional.
And her personal life… well… you get the idea.
I wanted to share my experience with Danielle, but if her ass wants to stay mad, then that’s her problem.
Friday, I had been at the job for almost an hour when my personal line rang.
“Good morning.”
I rolled around on my chair wearing a big grin. “Good morning to you. What are you doing up so early?” It was barely nine o’clock.
“I came to pick up your daughter’s car. Have you had breakfast yet?”
“Nope. I was running late.” At the exact moment I looked up at the doorway, Kenny stepped in holding piping hot coffee and a bag I was sure held cinnamon raisin biscuits. “Good morning.”
“I thought I’d stop by and see you before I headed back to Boonville,” he said as he returned his phone to his pocket and moved toward my desk.
“Thank you.” I took the bag from him and peeked inside. Sure enough, hot biscuits were inside.
“I got somebody waiting in the car, but I wanted to drop by and see you before I headed back.”
He was wearing his worn work clothes, yet he still looked good to me. I moved around my desk, shut my door, pushed him back against it, and gave him a kiss big enough to put something on his mind.
“I better go before I tell you to lock that door.”
“And then what will you do?” I reached down and grabbed his crotch. Just as I thought, he was already rising to the occasion.
“Keep it up and you’ll find out,” he warned.
“Show me.”
He gave me a nervous laugh, then reached for the handle. “I better go before I get you fired.”
His heart was racing, so I knew I had him like I said. “I’ll call you when I get off.”
“What time are you getting home?”
“Probably two.”
“Anybody going to be home?”
“Nope.”
He gave me a goofy smile. “I’ll meet you there.”
“I’ll let you know.”
He nodded and gave me one final kiss, and I watched him leave.
I moved back to my desk and called Nadine on her cell. “Guess who just came to my job.”
“Kenny?”
“Yep. He wants to meet me at my house after work.”
“You know what he wants.”
“I know. I’m trying to stall his ass until Tamara’s car is done.” I snorted.
“He just picked it up this morning. As slow as he is, it’s going to be another two weeks. He probably knows that once the car is done, you’re through dealing with him.”
I had to laugh at that. He was trying to put off the inevitable as long as possible.
“Then I guess you better throw it on him so he’ll be feenin’ for more.”
“That’s not a bad idea. Then I’m guaranteed to have my car fixed… for free. Okay, I’m going to let him come over. I guess I’ll be pulling my handcuffs out of the drawer.”
“Girl, don’t tell me that, because I’m not gonna be able to keep a straight face when I see him.”
“You know how I do.”
“I do, and that’s the problem.”
I hung up and called Kenny on his cell and invited him to my house.
I hurried through the rest of the afternoon and left an hour early to make sure the kids were gone. Quinton worked every Friday evening, and Tamara was at her dad’s. He lived in a country town about forty minutes away, and he and his new wife had a daughter that Tamara loved.
I put fresh sheets on my bed, hopped in the shower, and put on a pair of tight-ass shorts, a T-shirt, and a pair of silver stilettos.
I found my handcuffs and flavored oil and put them on the side of my bed, out of plain sight.
I had just sprayed a little perfume on my wrist when I heard the bell.
Showtime. I took my time going to the door.
I opened the door halfway so he’d have to open it himself, then moved over to the window to pretend I was looking outside. I heard him hiss under his breath. “Goddamn.”
“Hey, you,” I finally said as I turned to face him. He was slipping out of his shoes while his eyes were glued to me.
“Whadda you looking at?”
“You.”
With a grin, I turned on my heels and didn’t wait for him to follow me. Like a little puppy, he was on my heels, and as soon as I closed the bedroom door, he was on me like a leech.
“Hold up. Wait a minute,” I said as I pushed him back on the bed.
“I’ve waited long enough.”
“Too bad.” I slowly pulled my T-shirt away and stood in front of him in nothing but a thong. He sprang to his feet. I pressed a hand to his chest, halting him from touching me, then pulled his shirt over his head. Skinny. No muscles, kinky chest hairs, and a gut. He looked like a turtle.
Goodness, at forty-seven, he didn’t have much of a body. Oh well, this was all about business.
“Lie back.” Obediently, he moved to the center of the bed and lay back against the pillow. As soon as he was settled, I straddled his waist and dropped my lips to his chest. He started laughing.
“I’m ticklish.”
I frowned while he squirmed. How the hell was I supposed to turn him on if he couldn’t sit still? Reaching over toward the side of the bed, I grabbed the handcuffs and hooked him to the bedpost before he knew what happened.
“Let my hands go,” he demanded, then tried to pull his arms free. It was useless.
“Nope, you’re moving too much and messing up my flow.” I ran my tongue along his chest and across his belly, stopping to nibble at his belly button. He squirmed helplessly on the bed.
“Come on, I don’t like being tied up.”
“Too bad.”
I reached for the fly of his pants, and while I dragged my tongue across his gut—I mean abs—I released the button.
As soon as his zipper was down, I kissed him one last time, then rose and gazed down into his eyes.
“Let’s see what we have in here.” I motioned for him to raise his hips and lowered his pants and boxers. My mouth dropped and my knees buckled.
He was hung like a horse.
Oh. My. God.
His dick had the prettiest head I had seen in a long time. All I could do was stare and lick my lips.
Kenny gazed up at me with pride. “I bet you didn’t expect that.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle along with him. “No, not at all.” But it definitely made up for the gut and receding hairline. I wrapped my lips around the head and sucked.
“Damn, you do it just like a young girl.”
I took that as a compliment. “You mean to tell me your woman doesn’t slob on your knob?”
“Not like that,” he managed between moans.
I loved knowing I was better at pleasing him than his old-ass woman could ever be. I reached over, grabbed the flavored oil, and rubbed it along his length, put a drop on my tongue, then leaned down and kissed his lips.
“Mmmm, that tasted good. What is that?”
“Butterscotch.”
I teased his length, swallowed him in one gulp, and then kissed him some more.
“Damn, that feels good.”
“Of course it does. I aim to please.” I nibbled, sucked, and teased some more, and within minutes he was bucking his hips.
“That’s it, baby, I’m about to come!” he cried. I stroked him faster, and within seconds he shot all over my hand. “Aaagghh!” I milked him dry, then reached for a towel and cleaned up. I freed his hands, then lay beside him. “Damn, that was good.”
“I aim to please.”
“Oh yeah?” he said.
I chuckled. “Oh yeah.”