Tales From Kimmie Thomas

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Love on Fire ~Part 11

Sorry about the late post. I hope you like how the story is progressing. There will be five more post on this story. So enjoy the post.

“What did you do?”

“I sort of encouraged him to leave this morning.”

“Why?”

“Look, I liked him and chemistry between us was awesome, but he made it plain that he was looking for a long-term relationship and I just don’t think he was the kind of man I wanted to marry.”

“Connie, how can you say he wasn’t the kind of man you wanted to marry when you only went on one date with him? What do you really know about the man? It takes more than one date to get to know a person.”

“I know it may sound silly to you but I have it all planned out in my head. Plus, men only get mad later when they realized that I make more money than them.”

“Money isn’t everything, believe me. Making a marriage work takes a lot more than money.”

“Thant’s easy for you to say. Winston has a top paying job.”

“Don’t be a fool and let that man get away. If I were you, I would wait until around six tonight and call him. Tell him you felt embarrassed about what happened between you last night and you were uncomfortable, but that you really enjoyed yourself.”

“I don’t know about that. Let me get dressed I’ll see you and the kids at church.”

I put the phone down and stood up. Maybe my sister is right. After dinner at my mother’s I’ll call him. I have to admit, I did have fun last night and he definitely rocked my world.

Chapter 5

I usually enjoyed dinner at my mother’s house, but tonight all I could think about was what I was going to say when I called Titus. My sister nudged me several times throughout the evening to tell me to “call him.”

My nieces and nephew were so cute and I loved playing with them, even though they made my uterus spasm. I want children of my own so badly. I’m sure my children will be just as beautiful as Zandra and Winston’s kids.

My phone rang in my purse on the drive home. I fumbled around in my purse until I found it.

“Hello,” I said without looking at the caller ID screen.

“Hi, is this Connie?” the voice on the other end said.

I took the phone away from my ear and looked at the ID screen. I had no idea who was calling. The name didn’t look familiar at all.

“This is Connie. Who is this?”

“This is Bradley. You’ve forgotten me already?”

“When did I meet you?”

“At the gas station a couple of days ago. The guy you told to hurry up.”

My heart soared. Maybe I had made the right decision to cut it short with Titus after all. Bradley is the type of man I am looking for. I need a professional man making six figures.

“Oh yes, I remember you. You never did tell me your name,” I say into the phone.

“I guess I didn’t. Well let me formally introduce myself. My name is Bradley Marshall and I a personal financial advisor.”

“Well, hello Bradley Marshall.”

“You’re not going to tell me anything about you?” 

“What would you like to know? 

“What’s your full name? What do you do for a living and what do you like to do in your spare time.’

I take a deep breath before I speak. I’ve learned from past situations to be careful what you tell men when you first meet them. If you tell them too much about yourself or tell them about past relationships they will try to be what they think you want instead of who they really are.

“My name is Constance Elaine Merriweather. I’m a nurse and I love to travel, listen to Jazz and read.”

My chest feels tight suddenly. I can’t help but to think of Titus and the way he played his horn. I shook off the feeling while I listen to Bradley elaborate about himself. 

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Love on Fire ~Part 10

I flopped down on the bed when I heard the door close. I am relieved that he’s gone, but I couldn’t help but feel lousy on the inside. What kind of woman puts a man out who has just made love to her until her toes curled and was gentleman enough to make her coffee before she wakes up. The fact that he had made it clear that he wanted a relationship and not a one night stand didn’t help either.

The phone snapped me out of my miserable thoughts. I pick up my cell phone and cringed when the display showed my sister’s name. I pressed the button to answer it and said, “Hey, girl.”

“What’s up sis? How did the date go last night? I hope you at least got you some,” Zandra replied.

“Everything went fine. I actually enjoyed the evening.”

“Why does it sound like there’s a “but” coming?”

“He’s nice looking and everything, but girl he’s a painter and a musician. He’s not exactly what I had in mind as the kind of man I want to marry.”

“What’s wrong with him being a painter? They make good money and he’ll never be unemployed. There’s always a job for a painter and why does it matter that he’s a musician?”

“Zandra, I’m not trying to take on any dead weight. The truck he came to pick me up in was so beat up I was afraid we were going to break down on the side of the road.”

“Are you going to at least call him today and say thank you for the evening out?”

“He just left a little while ago,” I said with a giggle.

“Oow, was he any good?”

“You are so crazy.”

“He must have rocked your world.”

“Let’s just say that I may not want to marry him, but I sure wouldn’t mind fucking him again,” I said and we both laughed.

I loved my baby sister even though she was a goody two shoes. She had the perfect life. Her husband was an auto executive at Ford Motor Company and she had three beautiful children. Everyone fawned over her children, especially the twins. They were so cute. They lived in the Bloomfield Hills, a high-end suburb of Detroit, in a three thousand square foot house.

To family and friends I was running out of time. At thirty-two everyone expected me to marry and have several children of my own by now. I agreed, but my prospects were slim. Zandra and Bobby met in college and instantly fell in love. The got married right after they both graduated from college. Zandra manages to juggle motherhood and her career as a drug rep effortlessly.

I had no such luck in college. I seem to only meet and date jerks in college. After college it didn’t get any better. Men hit on me all the time, but I can never seem to make a connection with any of them. I must admit, I felt a connection to Titus, but I think it was more sexual in nature than anything else. Even if he felt the same way and I could get past his financial situation, Titus would never look at me the same. What kind of woman, sleeps with a man on the first date and makes it clear she’s done with him. He probably thinks I sleep with every guy I meet.

As Zandra chatter on, about my nieces and nephew I suddenly felt like crying.

“Connie, are you listening to me?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m here,” I replied.

“What’s wrong?”

“I think your right. I do run men away.”

Love on Fire ~ Part 9

I woke up refreshed, but alone in bed. I felt some trepidation even though I knew that last night was only meant to be a one night stand. I guess I hadn’t expected to wake up so thoroughly satisfied by a man I had no feels for.

Slowly I got out of bed, my body reminding me of the sexual marathon I ran last night. I walked slowly to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I relieved my bladder while the steam from the shower filled the small room. I noticed a neatly folded wash cloth on the sink. I guess Titus washed up before he left. I grabbed it and through it in the clothes hamper.

I shuddered, still feeling full sexually. It was a shame that I probably wouldn’t see Titus again. I hope he at least enjoyed last night as much as I did. If he did, maybe he’ll call me again, even if it’s only for a booty call. At this point, I’m willing to take whatever I can get from him.

The hot watman being rejecteder from the shower feels good hitting my sore body. I close my eyes and imagine its Titus’s hands massaging the pain away. I am gripped with fear when I hear a noise in my bedroom.

“Please Lord, let that be Titus,” I thought to myself. No one else has keys to my apartment and like a fool I didn’t check to see if Titus was really gone.

I stepped out of the shower and left the water running. I grab a towel from the rack and wrap it around my body. There is nothing in my bathroom that can be used as weapon other than a toilet brush or a tooth brush. I have never feared for my life before and I can’t keep my hands from shaking.

Slowly I opened the door of the bathroom and peak my head out. I don’t see anyone in the hallway so I stepped out a little further so I can see into my bedroom completely. There is no one there, but I can smell coffee wafting in from the kitchen. My heart is still racing but I am pretty sure it’s Titus. After taking a deep breath I walk out to my living room and find him standing in front of the picture window.

“Hey, I thought you had already left,” I said with a shaky voice.

“You look so beautiful sleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I’m usually up by five every morning. No matter how hard I try I just can’t sleep in. So I got up as quietly as I could so I wouldn’t wake you,” he replied.

“Oh.”

“I put on a pot of coffee. Would you like me to make you a cup?”

“That would be nice.”

“How do you take your coffee?”

“Three sugars and two creams, please.”

Titus walked passed me and into my kitchen as if he live here. His comfort level concerned me. Yes, I enjoyed his sexual prowess, but he was definitely not going to be a permanent fixture in my life. I needed to figure out how I was going to cut this short.

I turned off the shower and slipped on a pair of comfy jeans and a t-shirt. All the while I racked my brain trying to figure out how I was going to tell him that he needed to leave. I turned around to go back into the living room and bumped into Titus’s hard chest.

“Your coffee is ready. Would you like for me to bring it to you?” he asked.

“Ah, no. I’ll come and get it,” I told him.

Titus stepped forwarded and leaned in to kiss me. I froze in place. His lips touched mine and I stiffened further. I guess he sensed my coldness because he stepped back.

“I’ll let myself out,” he said dryly.

I didn’t reply. I stood there and watched him walk out of my bedroom and probably out of my life.

Love on Fire ~ Part 8

black man and womanWill Connie finely get laid? Man, I really hope so. I’m sure your saying to yourself, you’re the author don’t you know what’s going to happen. Actually I don’t know until I write it. Each post you read is written the night before and it posted in the morning. With that said, that’s enjoy the ride together.

His hands ran up and down my back and across my behind, but there was no way for him to touch my skin unless he reached down and pull my dress over my head. I suddenly wished I had just worn a top and a skirt. I pulled away from him, hoping I could pull his jacket off and unbutton his shirt, but he held on to me tightly. His lips explored my mouth setting me a blaze.

Unable to stand it a moment longer, I push him away forcefully. Brazenly I stared into his eyes while I unbutton my dress and pulled at the strings that held it together. It slipped off my shoulders and fell to the floor. I stood in front of Titus clothed in a black lace bra, matching boy shorts, black thigh highs and black stilettos.

The look of desire filled his eyes as he stepped forward and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his heated embrace. He kissed my neck and shoulder causing me to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out my pleasure. Suddenly he picked me up and held me in his arms. He looked down in my flushed face and said, “Which way?”

“Down the hall and to your left,” I replied.

With purposeful strides he headed to my bedroom.

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I woke up to the heat of Titus’ body wrapped around mine. I could feel his semi hard penis pressed against my back and I was delighted. Last night hadn’t been a dream. This man was simple splendid. He made love to me slow, but determined. I was unaware that I could have that many orgasms during one sexual encounter. If he made love to the waitress at Baker’s the same way he had ravished my body last night, I fully understand why she was willing to clown me on her job.

My right arm is numb so I tried to move into a more comfortable position. My movement roused Titus and his cock grew. I closed my eyes and silently thanked God for the man in my bed. The thought of him inside me once again was delightful to say the least.

As if he could read my mind, he reached across and pulled me to him. He swollen cock pressed against my ass. I arched my back, rubbing my ass against the length of him. I could feel a trail of pre-cum with each rock of my ass. He moaned his delight and showed his pleasure by pushing deep inside of me.

With each stroke, I screamed in ecstasy until I felt the fire in my pussy burst into flames. Titus increased the speed of his strokes until I felt him stiffen and grunt like an animal. He held me close leaving his flaccid penis inside me. Completely sated I fell asleep again.

Love on Fire ~Part 7

Titus and I walked out of Jesse’s office and headed toward the front of the club. Just short of the door, Titus stopped and turned to me.

“Tonight didn’t go as I had planned. I wasn’t expecting to like you as much as I do and I definitely didn’t intend for Belinda to act like a fool either. I would really like to see you again,” he said.

His impromptu emotional spill wasn’t on my itinerary for tonight. For once I just want to go out, have a good time and get laid in that order. I must admit, he was a sweet guy and I could see where, given some time, I could really get into him. Husband material he was not.

I didn’t want the fish to jump off the hook, so I said, “I like you to.”

“Good. I had one more place I wanted to take you tonight. Is that alright with you?”

“Sure.”

Titus drove down Livernois Avenue and took Eight Mile to the freeway. Within twenty minutes we reach the Detroit River and found a parking space. Like the gentleman he was, he opened my door and helped me out of the cab of the truck. Hand in hand we walked down a path that ran along the Detroit River. It was quiet except for the water splashing against the wall that held the water back. After we walked a while we saw a man playing a guitar. We stopped and listen to him play before Titus reached in his pocket and pulled out a few dollars and tossed them into his guitar case. Our stroll continued a while longer until Titus stopped near the edge of the water and smiled at me. This man really had a beautiful smile.

He pushed my windblown curls away from my face, placing them behind my ear. He rubbed his thumb across my cheek before he leaned in and kissed me. I felt the hot and tasted the sweetness of his mouth. I allowed myself to relax into him, feeling his other hand pull me toward him at my waist. I felt his arousal against my stomach and knew my dry spell was over. I only hoped that the intensity of this kiss was but a small example of his sexual passion. He pulled his lips away but continued to hold me close.

“Do you want me to take you home?” he asked. His voice was full desire.

“Yes,” I replied.

Inside his truck, he held my hand while soft music played on the radio. Half way to my house he turned down the music and said, “I’m at a point in my life where I want something permanent. I have too much going on in my life to play games with anyone. It used to be that men played the games, but I found that woman can play as many games as men. I really need to know what you’re looking for.”

I know I should have come clean and told him that I just wanted to screw his brains out, but something in his voice told me that if he thought this was going to be a one night stand, all bets would be off. If I lied to him now, I would have to call him or at least answer the phone the next day. I decided to lie and see how things went. If the sex was good, I would call him the next day. With the dry spell I had gone through maybe what I needed was a fuck buddy.

“I’m looking for the same thing,” I replied.

When he arrived at my apartment my resolve to sleep with him began to waver. Titus deserved a woman who wanted the same things he wanted. He could just be playing me to get in my pants, but what if he wasn’t.

He walked me to the door and waited while I fumbled around in my purse for my keys. Once I fished them out, he gently took them from me and opened my door. I stepped inside my apartment and took a deep breath before I gestured for him to come in.

“Are you sure you want me to come in?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” I replied.

“You know that I want you.”

“Yes, I know.”

Titus stepped through the door and pushed it closed, before he pulled me into his arms. He kissed me with an urgency I had never experienced before. I felt hot all over as his hands caressed my ass and pulled me to him forcefully. I needed his clothes and mines off to cool off the heat that was radiating from the both of us.

Love on Fire-part 6

Titus completed his last set and returned to the table with a pensive facial expression. I studied his handsome face, worried that I had managed to screw up my chance at a one night stand. Small talk ensued until the next group of musicians took the stage and began to play. The jazz band played soft sounds that soothe my wanton heart.

“Would you like to dance,” Titus asked.

“Sure,” I replied. I relished the chance to be held in his arms.

Once on the floor, I found myself lost in the moment. The spicy smell of Titus’s cologne tickled my nose and warmed me in my nether region. The confidence and strength in his embrace made me yearn for him. Why was I so attracted to this man. I tried to remember if I had ever felt like this before but nothing and no one came to mind. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feeling.

When the music stopped we returned to our booth and slid in next to each other. The mood had changed between us.  He no longer looked pensive. I was determined to let things flow smoothing from this point on, in hopes that at the end of the night Titus ended up in my bed.

“Connie, what are you looking for in a man?” Titus asked.

A husband with a good job, I thought to myself, but said, “A strong man I can respect. Someone who shares my interest and wants a monogamist relationship. Do you know anyone like that?”

“I think I do. So why is a beautiful lady like yourself still single? Your not asking for a whole lot.”

“Probably the same reason your single. I’m looking for that special someone.”

Titus nodded his head in agreement.

I looked out across the dance floor and found the harsh glare of the waitress from earlier staring back at me. She started for our table, cutting across the dance floor, bumping into dancing  couples as she went.

“Can I talk to you a minute?” she told Titus.

“I don’t have a minute and your being rude. I am with someone and we have nothing to talk about,” Titus replied calmly. Read more…

Love on Fire- part 5

Let’s see what Mr. Titus has up his sleeve. Thank you for following me and reading my work. Enjoy!!

I didn’t have time to think about how bleak Titus’s financial status appeared. The sound of his saxophone filled my ears and stole my heart. I am mesmerized by Titus and his musical prowess. The sound of his saxophone took my breath away. I watched as his fingers glided up and down his instrument as he played his solo and wished it was me in his arms instead of his horn. If his skills with his horn were any example of his skills in bed, I was going to be in heaven tonight.  I felt my panties getting wet just thinking about what he was going to do to my body with those strong hands of his. Visions of his body covered in sweat filled my mind making me horny as hell.

When his first set was over, he came back over to the table and sat down. Smiling that sexy smile of his, he said, “How did you like it?”

“I had no idea you were a musician. Why didn’t you tell me?” I asked.

“That was the point. I wanted to surprise you.”

“Well, that you did.”

“I only have one more set to do and then I’m done.”

He reached out and stroked my hand. The sexual tension was palpable.

A waitress placed a glass of water with a lemon floating in it on the table. She cleared her throat and popped her hip to one side and rested her hand on her raised hip. She stared straight at Titus giving off attitude. Read more…

New Story-Love on Fire (part 4)

 Enjoy the ride.

The sight of his beat up pickup truck caught me off guard. I mentally reminded myself that this man was fine and it didn’t matter what kind of car he drove. Maybe my mother was right, I am to picky when it comes to men.

He opened the door for me and help me step up on the running board to get into the cab of his truck. I caught Titus stealing a look at my legs as I slid in. In the car he held my hand, running his thumb across my skin, sending a chill up my spine. We rode in silence with only the radio as background noise. My Funny Valentine by Chaka Khan played softly. Occasionally, he would look over and smile at me devilishly.

Even though we had an obvious sexual attraction between us, we were worlds apart economically. I’m sure he made descent money as a painter, but I believed my father when he told me a man wants to be the bread winner in his household. My salary topped seventy thousand dollars per year and no matter how many houses or buildings he painted, I would always make more money than him. I had to wonder how long it would take for him to feel intimidated by me as so many others had in the past. At least I recognized it early in the game and I could control the outcome.

By the time we arrived at our destination, I had made up my mind that I was going to get laid tonight. Read more…

New Story-Love on Fire (part 3)

Here is the next installment. Please leave feed back. It helps to improve my writing.

Chapter 2

On any other Saturday morning I would have lounged around in bed and watch some cartoons, but today was different. As soon as I opened my eyes I was hyped. I cleaned up my place and washed up my laundry just in case Titus and I came back to my place after dinner. I was still throwing around the idea of giving up the goodies soon and not later.

Even with all the cleaning, today went by slowly. I still hadn’t figured out what I was going to wear on my date with Titus. By two o’clock I had tried on almost half of my wardrobe and nothing said the right thing when I looked in the mirror. I want to look sexy without looking like a hoochie. Reluctantly, I jumped in my car and headed to Northland Mall to find a new outfit.

In my excitement, I parked on the food court side of the mall, putting me on the opposite end of where my favorite boutique was located. I hurried to the other side of mall, not wanting to waste too much time. I still needed to get home and fix my hair and make-up before my date arrived.

The owner, Belinda selected six outfits for me to try own. Each was lovely but the third outfit said exactly what I want it to say. The outfit said I had class and taste and if you wanted to see what was under it you would need to treat me with care and respect. The gray wrap dress hugged my body in all the right places giving my figure a perfect hour glass look. The white pearl buttons in the front of the dress gave it class. I already had the perfect shoes and purse to go with it at home.

With my bag in hand I headed toward the other side of the mall, window shopping as I went. I stopped at a cart selling costume jewelry, sifting through the various piece hoping I would find something new to add to my already large collection at home.

“I seem to bump into you everywhere I go lately,” a voice said behind me.

I turned around and gasped. The sexy eyes that had mesmerized me in the gas station on Friday were looking back at me.

“Oh, hi,” was all I could manage to say.

“I think I lost your number. When I got to work I was going to call you, but I couldn’t find the piece of paper you gave me.”

“Really,” I said.

I searched his face, trying to decided if he was pulling my leg.

“Would you mind giving it to me again?” he asked sincerely.

“Sure,” I told him.

I didn’t reach for my purse to find a pen. I just stood there with a blank expression on my face. If he really wanted my number he would have to put in some effort. After several moments of awkward silence, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet and fished out a business card.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a pen would you?” he asked.

I turned around and asked the girl at the cart if she had a pen. She smiled and handed me the pen next to the register, which I handed to him.

He took the pen and looked up at me expectantly.

I recited my cell phone number to him and waited to see if he would ask me for my name. Right on queue he said, “Spell your name for me.”

“It’s Connie,” I said flatly.

“That’s pretty. Is it short for Constance?”

“Yes. Listen I’ve got to get going.”

“Alright, I’ll call you.”

I smiled curtly and walked away. The anticipation of him calling was gone. I still didn’t know his name and I no longer cared. Yes, he was fine as hell even in jeans and a T-shirt, but I felt like he only asked for my number again because he was trying to make an excuse for why he hadn’t called. He didn’t have to, after all we had just met the day before. I realize that part of the reason the excitement was gone had a lot to do with the fact that I had a date with Titus. Image meeting two good looking men in one day. With my luck the world was probably about to come to an end.

Both men were handsome, but Titus had that ruggedness about him that I love in a man. There is nothing sexier than a hard working guy. Since I’m on the subject of Titus, let me hurry up so I can get home and tighten up my hair and get dressed.

The door bell rang at eight o’clock on the nose. I took a deep breath and counted to twenty before reaching for the door knob. I opened the door wide so that he could get the full effect of my outfit.

“Wow,” escaped his lips.

I was thinking the same thing. Titus cleaned up well. The cream colored pant suit was rich against his dark chocolate skin. The shirt was open at the neck revealing a gold chain with a small gold and diamond cross. Remembering the lessons my father taught my sister and I, I looked down at his shoes. My father taught us that you could tell all you needed to know about a man by the quality of the shoes he wore. I was happy and satisfied when I saw the dark brown Italian loafers. To top it all off, he had a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“You look gorgeous,” Titus said.

“Thank you. So do you,” I replied.

“These are for you.”

“Thank you. These are so beautiful.”

I took the flowers and turned to head for the kitchen. Over my shoulder I said, “Please come inside while I put these in some water.”

I reached under the kitchen sink and grabbed a crystal vase. I put warm water in the vase and added the flowers after I cut the stems. I returned to the living room with the vase full of roses and place them on the coffee table.

“I’m ready now,” I said.

I grabbed my small black clutch off the sofa and headed toward Titus. I paused in front of him and waiting for him to open the door. He looked at me with longing in his eyes. The intensity of his gaze both scared and exited me. Truthfully, I didn’t know this man and he could be a serial killer, but I was praying he wasn’t.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“No.”

Before I could say another word, Titus’s mouth came down and captured my lips as his hand grasped the side of my face bringing us together. I was caught off guarded, but I was liking the aggressiveness. Our tongues intertwined beautifully in rhythmic tango until he abruptly stopped, leaving me searching for his soft lips.

I opened my eyes and found it hard to breath. The look on Titus’s face was pure desire.

Stroking the side of my face, he said, “Let’s get out of here before I get us into trouble.”

I remained silent, allowing him to lead me out my front door. My resolve to never give up the goodies on a first date was waning fast, even thought I wanted a relationship and not just a one night stand. My sexual dry spell had caught up to me. If this man wanted some of this I was going to give it to him and worry about the consequences later.

New Story- Love on Fire part 2

Here is part two of the new story. Enjoy!!

By the time I made it home I am exhausted. Absent mindedly, I stripped out of my scrubs and threw them in a basket I keep by the back door just for my work clothes and left my shoes there as well. I got in the shower and let the hot water run over my body, washing away the dirt and germs of the day. As I lathered my body with my favorite vanilla shower gel, I replay the scene at the gas station again in my mind.

“Damn, damn, damn,” I shout, hit my fist against the wall of  the shower.

I gave my name, cell phone number, home phone number and email address to a man I don’t know and to make matters worse, I didn’t even have enough sense to ask him his name. I thought back on my behavior and realized I must have looked like a star stuck teenager.

I step out the shower and grab a towel to dry my body. I stood in front of the mirror and assessed myself. I don’t think that I am bad looking. Men often compliment me and even tell me that I’m beautiful. My hair flows around my shoulders and frames my face. Dark brown skin covers my entire body, including my size C breast. My stomach is flat and smooth, and my butt is round and firm.

Men flirt with me often, they just didn’t call back after the first date. My girlfriend Leslie feels that they didn’t call me back because I act to stuck up. If not sleeping with a guy because he bought me dinner makes me stuck up, than yes I am. Regardless of their education or financial status, all the men I meet seem to see nothing wrong with fucking on the first date. I sincerely hoped that if the guy at the gas station does call, he’s different from the men I keep meeting.

I can’t remember the last time I had sex. Self satisfaction has its limits and that limit was reached several months ago. I’m ashamed to admit it, but I have actually started to consider giving it a try. You know, the date them and do them thing.

My phone rang bringing me back to reality. Naked, I sprinted for the phone next to my bed, praying it was him.

“Hello,” I said into the phone out of breath.

“Connie, it’s your mother. I didn’t wake you did I?” she asked.

“No mom, I just got out of the shower.”

“Well, I know you just got off work, but before you go to bed I need to talk with you about something.”

“What’s wrong mom?”

“Nothing is wrong, it’s just that I need you to take me to my Bridge Club meeting tomorrow. My car is in the shop and it won’t be ready until Friday.”

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I sad a quick, silent prayer, thanking God that she’s alright. My mother is very self-sufficient and seldom bothers me or my little sister for anything. When she does, it is usually due to her health. After my father died, she discovered she had type II diabetes and hypertension. As a nurse I try to keep a close eye on her. She is all that I have other than my sister, so I can’t help but to worried about her.

“Of course mom. What time do you need me to pick you up?” I asked.

“I have to be there by six, so pick me up by five so I won’t be late,” she instructed.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then. Let me lay down before I pass out.”

“Alright, talk with you later.”

 

When I arrived at my mother’s house she was waiting on her front porch, dressed in a two piece pant suit with her hair pulled up into a neat French roll. Regal as ever, she quickly walked to my car and through a large bag in the back seat and got in before I can put the car in park and get out to help her. On the short drive to her meeting, she tells me once again how much she wishes I would settle down and have some children of my own.

“I know you make good money as a nurse, but money won’t keep you warm at night or make you happy. You need a good man, I tell you,” she lectured.

I had learned that arguing with her only makes the lecture longer, so I didn’t reply to her rant. Instead, I drive to her destination as fast I can.

In the parking lot of her girlfriend’s apartment building, I reach over the back seat and grab her bag while she gets out of the car. I walk her to the door where she pushes the buzzer for Charlotte to buzz us in. The door opened and a man with a bare chest covered only by overalls stained with paint. He stepped to the side to let us pass. I couldn’t  stop myself from looking back at him. The light coating of sweat on his skin is so damn sexy. The seductive smile on his clean shaven faced doesn’t make it any better. I suddenly have a vision of me on top of him, licking the sweat off of his broad shoulders.

“It’s not nice to stare, Connie,” my mother admonished.

“Sometimes it is,”  I reply without thinking.

“What did you just say, young lady?”

“Nothing, I was just think out loud.”

My mother looked back just as the man picked up a paint brush and dipped it into the paint tray.

“Hump,” my mother says. “Just leave my bag right there in the chair. Pick me up at eight thirty and don’t be late.”

“Yes ma’ am,”  I reply, turning to head for the door.

“Let me get that for you,” the man says when I reached the door.

“Thank you,” I reply. His bare arm touches mines as I moved past him. Our eyes meet and I feel as though I am in a trance.

“Can I asked you your name?” the man says.

“Connie,” I reply. “And yours?”

“Titus Gaines. Let me walk you to your car. This isn’t the greatest neighborhood anymore.”

“Are you from around here?”

I watched Titus as he talks and want to suck on his full lips. He’s handsome in a rugged sort of way. You can tell he is use to hard work and that he enjoys it.

“I use to live on Burlingame off Dexter. I grew up here,” he tells me.

“Thank you for walking me to my car,” I say to him once we reach my car.

“Truly, my pleasure,” he says in a seductive manner.

His eyes burn into mine. The air between us becomes thin and for a moment I thought that he was going to kiss me.

“Maybe I’ll see you around,” I finally say after an awkward amount of time passes.

“Can I see you tonight?”

“I, I ah have to pick my mother up at eight thirty,” I reply breathless.

“How about tomorrow night then?”

“That would be nice.”

He reached in the front pocket of his overalls and gave me a card with his name and cell phone number on it. Then he reached in his side pocket and pulled out his phone and asks me for my number. He programmed my phone number it into his phone as I say it.

I managed to hold my excitement in until I get inside my car and drive at least two blocks away before I scream at the top of my lungs with joy.

“I, Constance Merriweather, have a date and this time I at least know his name.”

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