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Avalon
“We have kids and history together. But I feel like a teenager that’s about to lose his virginity.” Calvin said and chuckled. Even though we had talked every night since he found me on Facebook, I could still tell that he was nervous about coming to see me after all these years.
“Why is that? If memory serves me correctly, you lost your virginity under the bleachers at a basketball game to that skank. Were you nervous then?” I laughed. I would never let him live that night down.
“See there you go. After all these years you still don’t believe me. I didn’t have sex with that girl.” He laughed.
“Oral sex is still sex. I was so mad at you that night. I wanted to bust your bedroom windows.” I said. Meaning every word.
Calvin had been my best friend way before we became lovers. The night of our basketball home game, our community tramp decided that she wanted to be bold. She decided that in order to get bragging rights and become popular with all the boys that she would perform oral sex on the most popular boy in our 8th grade class.
That boy was none other than Calvin Kennedy. Even though he wasn’t my boyfriend, when he told me what the girl had done, and his excitement over how good it felt. I was livid. I had no idea at the time that the anger that I felt was because I wanted him as more than a friend.
“You were so mad. Whatever happened to Natalie Taylor?” He asked as he burst into laughter. His perfectly straight extremely white teeth gleamed as he threw his head back in laughter.
“You really have been gone for a while. Natalie and her family died in a house fire over twenty years ago. There were so many rumors circulating her death. At first, people were saying that her husband’s girlfriend set the house on fire killing Natalie and her sons. But there were also rumors that it was her husband that set the house on fire. I guess we’ll never know the whole truth. That bitch was not missed.” I said truthfully. Thinking about Natalie pissed me off. I never hated anyone in my life, except for her. Secretly, I thanked God that she died so brutally.
“Damn that’s terrible. His number 2 ruined his whole life.” Calvin said as he stared at me intently. I wasn’t quite sure why he stared at me that way. I was not about to go down that dreaded memory lane. Kiana’s words were memory enough.
“Why are you looking at me like that? I would never be a man’s number 2.” I said truthfully.
“I know that. You were always to classy to be anything other than number 1. Even though you had a rough side to you, that most people don’t know.”
“I was not rough. I was just a tomboy. If Kiana knew the type of hellraiser I used to be she would never believe it. Even though Viola always reminds me of it.” I laughed.
Viola and I had been friends for years. But not close enough to keep in contact. It wasn’t until our children decided to date and marry that we reconnected.
“You were a little rougher than a tomboy, but I’ll let you remember your younger years the way you want to remember them.” He laughed.
“Whatever.” Was all I could say.
“Is Viola still crazy?”
“You know she is. I invited her to the dinner this week. She still looks amazing and still curses like a sailor. But she said she wouldn’t be able to make it.” I said. At the mention of dinner Calvin’s face turned to a worried look.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“The dinner. Did you tell Kiana?” He asked hesitantly. I could see the nervousness taking over his handsome face. Every time I looked at Calvin I could see my deceased son’s face. Kennedy looked exactly like his father, I hadn’t realized how much I missed them both until Calvin came back around.
“Yeah, I told her. She was a little apprehensive. Rightly so. But she is ready to see you. She’s just nervous because it’s been so long.” I lied. I refused to tell him Kiana’s real feelings with him.
He’d hear it from the horse’s mouth, just like I did. I hated that I had put my hands on her. Never in Thirty-Two years had I ever spanked or beat either of my kids. So, the fact that I had reached out and touched Kiana filled me with shame. I’d have to apologize, but it wasn’t going to be right now.
“I never wanted to be this type of father, Avalon. When you found out you were pregnant, I was so proud. I just knew that I was going to be better than my dad. Then I turned out to be just like him. Absent.” Calvin sighed. He looked down like it pained him to admit that he was a dead beat like his father was.
“Well this is your chance to rekindle your relationship. Better late than never, right? Most girls want to be daddy’s girl, so she’ll probably open up and tell you exactly how she feels. She doesn’t hold grudges for long.” I lied. Kiana was stubborn as a mule. But he didn’t need to know that.
“Yeah right. I know when you’re lying.” He laughed.
Every time he laughed or smiled. I felt sensations that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Calvin awoke something that laid dormant in me for many years. I could feel my excitement as the lips between my legs began to feel slick and moist.
“Calvin stand up. Let me look at you.” I said. We had been having these late-night Facetime conversations every night. Even from his office when he was at work. But the conversations always stayed PG. It was time to take the conversation from Rated PG to Rated R to XXX.
Video sex wasn’t something that we did when we were a couple, because the technology didn’t exist. But it existed now, and I was going to take full advantage of it.
“Stand up for what?” He asked. The way he licked his thick lips nearly sent me into cardiac arrest. I had forgotten that he licked his lips that way when he was excited and turned on.
“I still got it.” I thought to myself as I stared into his dark brown eyes with my hazel ones.
“Stand up Calvin Kennedy. Unbutton your shirt and take it off.”
“If I take mine off. Are you going to take yours off too?” He asked with that crooked smile that used to drive me crazy.
“I guess we’ll see once you take yours off. Don’t make me ask again. I get bored easily.” I said as I bit the tip of my red painted acrylic nail.
Without saying a word. Calvin pushed his chair back and stood up. I could see his muscular physique and the squareness of his shoulder when he removed the diamond cufflinks from his French Cuff shirt.
My body trembled with excitement. No man had ever had this effect on me. I guess that’s why I never dated anyone seriously.
Slowly pulling the tail of his shirt from out of his navy-blue slacks and unbuttoning his shirt and laying it on his bed, I was stunned at how buffed he was. From the chisel-ness of his face, I could tell he worked out. But looking at his arms, chest and abs it looked like he lived in the gym.
“My God.” I said to myself as I bit on my bottom lip.
“I see you’re still a lip biter. Which lets me know that you like what you see. I knew I was coming back for my woman one day and I knew I had to look my best. So, now that I took mine off. Take yours off. Right now.” Calvin said.
“I didn’t agree to do that. Besides, I’m only wearing a T-Shirt. If I take mine off I’ll be completely naked. You still have on pants and underwear. How is that fair?” I asked.
The aggressiveness and demanding tone in his voice had me so turned on that I was ready to drive overnight to Kansas City. I was so turned on that it was hard for me to sit still.
“I guess I have to make it even then, H’uh?” He asked.
I shrugged. “That’s up to you.” I said.
But I prayed to God that he’d take everything off.
Without saying a word, Calvin stood once again. The gold belt buckle on his Salvatore Ferragamo belt glistened. The way I’m sure the twinkle of my eye was doing.
Unzipping his pants, he let them fall straight to the floor. My mouth hit the floor when I saw the enormous print in the front of his boxer briefs. My mouth immediately began to water.
“If I slide these briefs off. You need to be taking that yellow Snoopy and Woodstock T-shirt off.” Calvin said with the sexiest smirk that I had ever seen. I hadn’t seen this man naked in over twenty-five years. The stalling was driving me crazy.
“You’re standing there talking Mr. Kennedy. Those briefs aren’t going to take themselves off.” I said. I was going crazy and he knew it. After nearly ten minutes of having me in agony, Calvin slid his gray Ralph Lauren underwear down his toned hips and thighs. I gasped. The thickness and girth of the tool that made me his children’s mother was so succulent that I wanted to jump through the screen.
“You looking real hypnotized right now. Guess you like what you see. I can’t wait to give you some of this.” Calvin moaned seductively.
I could hear Calvin’s voice. But I couldn’t speak. He stroked himself slow and steady and the need that over took me was so great that I couldn’t think straight. He wasn’t going to be here until Friday and it was Wednesday. I was sure I’d die before then.
“Show me something good Mrs. Kennedy, and I’ll give you something good when I see you in a couple days.” He said and I didn’t hesitate.
Propping the phone on the nightstand beside my bed. I stood up with my backside facing the camera. I worked out five days a week and I knew my body was stacked. Especially my big country butt. Hitting the stair master three out of five days gave me the type of legs and butt that women paid good money for.
“Oh my God!” I heard Calvin say as I raised my t-shirt over my wide hip. Showcasing the perfect cuff underneath my butt. Turning to the side, I gave him a side view. That way he could see how much my butt stuck off from my body. Calvin’s heavy breathing let me know that he was masturbating. I couldn’t wait to turn around to see.
“I guess you like what you see.” I smirked as I turned around and raised my t-shirt over my head. Giving him a full-frontal view of my very youthful breast and hard swollen nipples.
“You are perfect Avalon. Damn.” Calvin said as he began to stroke his steel harder and faster. We were fifty five-years-old. I couldn’t believe that we were doing this, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.
“Slow down.” I said as I sat on the bed and spread my legs wide. I was so wet that my juices were coating the inside of my legs. I spread my legs wide giving Calvin a bird’s eye view of all my goodness. I wanted him to see what he left behind.
I rubbed my clit with two fingers as I sucked my left breast into my mouth.
“Ummm” I moaned while rubbing my very sensitive area with my middle and index finger. Imagining that my fingers were Calvin’s very skillful mouth, I got so lost in my fantasy that I forgot Calvin was even watching. My satisfaction came pouring out of me. It wasn’t until I heard a masculine outburst of ecstasy over my own outburst and moaning that I remembered that I was putting on a show.
“Avalon, I’ll be there tomorrow.” Calvin said completely out of breath. He was still stroking himself and large drops of cum was still dripping from the tip of his still hard dick.
“No sir. I’ll see you Friday. You need to be getting to work and I need to go grocery shopping. So, I’ll see you in two days.” I said as I ended the Facetime.
I don’t know if it was the orgasm or the excitement of being watched that had me so excited. But what I did know was I was exhausted. I was so tired that it was a struggle for me to pull my t-shirt on.
I had to admit that I was glad that Kiana wanted me to bring the girls home early, because I would not have been able to enjoy myself like I just did. And I knew for a fact that I wouldn’t be able to take the much-needed cat nap.
“Ma!!!”
As soon as my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed. I heard Kiana screaming my name. I was so mad that I wanted to scream. All I wanted to do was go to sleep and dream about Calvin. But now I had to get up. Maybe if I didn’t answer her, she’d think I was asleep and go back home.
“Ma, we need to talk. Are you asleep? Ma!!”
“Kiana I’m tired. Ava and Elise wore me out. I just want to get some sleep so I can go grocery shopping in a few hours.” I said with my eyes still closed.
“Mommy, we need to talk. Why did you put your hands on me? I didn’t even realize you did it until Brick picked me up off the floor. Do you love that nigga more than you love me? He hasn’t been here in over tweny-five years and you’re putting your hand on me for that nigga. So, now that he decides to come back it’s fuck me?” Kiana asked as tears came to her eyes.
I chose to ignore her profane language because I could see what her real issue was. She thought she was being replaced. I felt my heart break a little because I never wanted her to feel that way. Pulling her into my arms and laying her head on my chest. I kissed the top of her head and rocked her like she was still my little girl.
“Kiana, baby. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to put my hands on you. But I’d be lying if I said you hadn’t struck a nerve with that comment. Yes, your dad will be coming here for the weekend, but after that he’s going back to the Midwest.
He’s not going to take your place because that’s impossible. We aren’t officially dating. We’re just phone pals. We’ve been trying to see if we’d mesh after being apart for so many years. Right now, we’re just establishing our friendship. That’s it.” I said still rocking her. I could feel the tension leaving her body as she exhaled.
“So, you aren’t worried about the Aunt Vicky situation anymore?” She asked.
“I am no more worried about Vicky and Calvin. Than you are about Vicky’s daughter and Brick. Kiana, when you forgive someone you can’t hold onto grudges and old pain. Because you had the option to leave but you chose to stay. Now are we good.” I asked as I continued to rock her like a baby.
“Yeah, we’re good. Well I’m gonna go. Brick has a meeting, so I gotta go get the girls and drop them off to daycare. See you Friday.” Kiana said as she got up and walked out. I laid back down and smiled because after all these years, I was a couple days closer to getting my family back.
