Nude Awakening (20 page)

THIRTY

Kendra rushed to the front door when she saw the car lights in the driveway. She was alone in her four-bedroom home in southwest Miami. Trevon was five minutes late, but Kendra would not stress. She met him at the front door and greeted him with a hug.

“Glad you could make it!” She held his hand and led him into her house. “Ready to do some hard labor?”

“Putting a bed together shouldn’t be too hard.”

“I hope it isn’t. I want it up tonight so I can surprise my baby with it.”

“Where is she now?”

“With my niece.” She stopped at her daughter’s bedroom. Trevon looked inside and saw the materials for the bed.

“It’s one of those fairytale canopy beds.”

Trevon took off his lightweight jacket then looked at the time. 9:08 p.m.

“Let’s knock it out,” Kendra said and dove into the task.

She surprised Trevon with her knowledge of tools. Whatever tool he requested, she handed him the correct one. Kendra was dressed for the job. Boots, sweatpants and a solid colored T-shirt. Trevon’s gear was a mix of boots, jeans and a white wife beater. The two made the job fun. With that being true, they finished the job within forty minutes.

“Beautiful!” Kendra stood at the foot of the canopy bed. “My baby is going to love it! Now I won’t have to force her to go to bed.” She turned to face Trevon. “Thank you for your help.”

“It’s nothing,” he said, being modest.

She reached for his hand. “Come.” Kendra led Trevon back into the hallway. . Reaching a closed door, she stopped and turned to face him.

“Trevon,” she said, squeezing his hand. “It’s been a long time since I had a man in my bed.” She looked off for a moment then looked at his face. “It’s nothing based on emotions, but at the same time, I don’t just let any man in my bed. I—when I saw that film of you, I just had this strong urge to be with you.”

“Do you regret what we did at the room?”

“No.”

Trevon took a step closer. “Close your eyes.”

She did so without thought. Damn, he got me so gone! But I like it.

“Take all of your clothes off. Strip. Everything. And keep your eyes closed.”

Kendra started with her boots. Mmmm, this some ol’ new shit!

Trevon watched as she teasingly slid the sweatpants off. His dick grew at the sight of her pink panties. Next, she pulled the T-shirt off to reveal the matching pink bra. Kendra reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She took it off slowly. Her nipples were stiff.

“Keep going,” he ordered.

Kendra was breathing hard as her body began to tingle. I can play my games, too! She kept her eyes closed. Turning her back to his voice, she bent slightly at the waist and slid her panties off. To her satisfaction, she heard him groan.

“Keep ‘em closed.” He eased up behind her and squeezed her breasts. He kissed her on her shoulder.

Kendra licked her lips, pressing her ass back against him.

“I love your big titties!” he groaned into her ear. “Can I fuck ‘em tonight?”

“Yes!” She nodded.

“You have a nice ass, too!” He moved one hand from her breast to her bare ass. “It’s so soft—and smooth and round.”

Kendra gasped as Trevon’s finger slid down her soft belly. She knew she was going to fuck him again when his fingers pushed through her thick, bushy pussy hairs. She parted her legs so he could touch her.

“You got some good pussy,” he whispered against her ear. With one hand rubbing her titty, he used the other to dip two fingers inside her.

“Mmmmm, Trevon!” She squirmed. “Gimme that dick! Omigoodness. I’m so hot right now.”

“You wanna ride this dick tonight?”

“Yesss!”

“Wanna do it doggy style, too?”

“Mmm hmmm.”

“Damn. Feel how hard my dick is!”

Kendra reached down and behind her. “I want it!”

Trevon spun her around, scanning her juicy frame up and down. She was all woman. Kendra pushed her bedroom door open and pulled Trevon inside. At the foot of her large bed she helped him undress. Her bedroom was set in a relaxing mood with tan and white sheets and covers on the bed. Trevon caught sight of himself in the mirror atop of the glossy brown dresser with chrome handles. He saw Kendra twirling her tongue in his navel while undoing his belt.

“Yessss!” she exclaimed, freeing his dick from his prison of clothes. Trevon closed his eyes, rolling his neck as Kendra licked pre-cum off his tip.

“Come get it, big boy.” She stood up and slid on the bed.

Trevon kicked out of his jeans and boxers then removed his socks. The sight of him caused Kendra to bite her bottom lip. If she was ever forced to identify him in a police lineup, she would insist to identify him by his dick. She could not remove her eyes nor hands from it. Once he was on the bed, she pulled him on top of her. Her tongue darted over his lips as he spread her legs apart. She was jacking his dick in a rush. Whining and squirming beneath him. The lights were left on. Digging her nails into his strong back, she looked down at his dick still in her grip. Her lust was building as he hooked her legs over his swollen biceps.

Condom! she shouted in her mind. A box sat on the dresser, but she was too deep in the moment to pause. Shit! I know he’s clean. Hell, my tubes are tied so I might as well get it raw. Mmm . . . I can’t wait to feel him blowing his top off all up my candy box! Hell, why not? Kendra squeezed his dick and moaned out his name while guiding his dick up and down her wet pussy lips.

“Kendra!” he moaned above her. He could feel his dick inching inside her softness. He pushed deeper, wanting to see how far she would go.

“Oooohhh babeeeee!” Kendra released her grip on his dick. His meat slid inch by inch inside her. She tossed her head side to side. Trevon’s first stroke had her begging him to go hard.

“Fuck me right now! Uhhh . . . all so big inside my pussy!”

Trevon pounded into her. Illicit words flowed past their lips as they worked as one to reach that top. Kendra was reduced to soft whimpers as his balls smacked the back of her ass. He purposefully long stroked her with all nine-inches; her ankles were now up near his ears. They went at it hard. She slapped the bed, shouting and taking the dick. His piston-like thrusts had their flesh contacting in loud repeated slaps.

“Ooohhhh! Oooohhh! Trevon! Trevon! Take it—take it babeeee!”

Above her, Trevon continued to drive his organ in and out of her wet hole in a blur.

“Mmmm! Shit! Dis pussy . . . fire!” Trevon sped up.

“Oooo, you big dick muthafucka! Gawd. Make me cum, Trevon! Yesss! Fuck me harder!”

Their combined weight and strenuous movements caused the solid bed frame to develop a squeak. He was still pounding her in the same pleasing position when her cell phone rang six minutes later. It was ignored by both. Sweat began to glisten on his skin. He kept pumping in and out of her. The bed continued to squeak. Kendra’s back suddenly arched up off the bed. His dick felt so good driving in and out of her. The cell phone kept ringing. Trevon lowered his lips to one of her bouncing breasts. She ran her nails up and down his back. As soon as the cell phone stopped ringing, not a second later her home phone rang. She kept her attention on Trevon and the eye-rolling dick he was beating her with. Her focus changed when she heard her niece’s voice on the answering machine.

“Aunt Kendra! Aunt Kendra, pick up ! Momma had to take Carmelita to the hospital because she—”

Using strength that shocked and surprised Trevon, she pushed him up and out of her in one shove. Her motherly intuition kicked in. Rolling over and panting out of breath she fumbled with the cordless phone before bringing it up to her ear. Her night with Trevon came to a sudden halt. In under seven minutes, she was dressed and rushing Trevon out in front of her. Trevon hoped her daughter would be okay. Tonight he learned a valuable lesson. Nothing was more important than family. Not even good sex.

THIRTY-ONE

Trevon drove straight home, pulling up in the driveway at twenty minutes past 10 p.m. He went inside heading straight for the shower. He stepped out twenty minutes later feeling refreshed. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he stood at the sink brushing his teeth. His puppy ran into the bathroom, grabbed a pair of socks, then ran off. Trevon spat out the toothpaste, then yelled after Rex.

“I’ma put your ass back outside!” He ran into the living room. “Rex!”

He looked around the living room. Just as he started to look under the sofa, the doorbell rang. Trevon went to the window. Must be Kendra, he thought, lifting up a blind. LaToria! Trevon quickly opened the door after seeing her black Escalade in his driveway.

“Hey, Trevon,” She waved when the door opened. She could not restrain her smile nor her eyes from looking over his naked torso and towel clad frame. I’m not here for sex. I’m here to get shit straight. But mmmm . . . I can see a dick print. I hope he ain’t go no bitch up in here.

Trevon had to take a moment to find his words. “LaToria.Ummm . . . come in.”

LaToria walked inside his cozy apartment. “Ooooo, how cute! A puppy!” She squatted to rub Rex.

“Grab his ass and get my sock,” Trevon said as he locked the door. He looked at her holding Rex and talking to him like a baby.

“You like dogs?” he asked, pulling the sock from Rex. “Let it go!”

“I love dogs.” She placed Rex back on the floor. “He’s sooo cute!” she said as Rex sat down in front of the TV.

“Trevon.” Her voice trembled.

“Hold that thought.” He held up a hand. “Let me put some clothes on. If you want something to drink—”

“I know.” She smiled. “Make myself at home.”

LaToria sat down on the sofa. Okay. Just be honest. Tell him I’m sorry and tell him how I feel. Which is? Damn, if I say I love him, he might laugh my phat ass right out the door.

“Jurnee gave me your address,” she said minutes later when he walked into the living room. “She got it from Janelle.”

“I see you didn’t have any trouble finding me.” He sat down in the recliner.

“Ummm, Trevon, I want to apologize for all those harsh words I said to you. Also, I’m sorry for kicking you out on the streets.”

“Apology accepted,” he said. “I want to apologize, too.”

“For what?”

“For calling you out your name. That ho comment.”

“Oh, I forgot about that. But apology accepted.” She bashfully averted her eyes.

Trevon had a hard time keeping his eyes off her as well. She don’t even realize how beautiful she is. “So what’s been up with ya?”

LaToria crossed her legs. “Just taking things day by day.”

“I heard you went on a trip to New York with Jurnee. Did you get your groove back?”

“No.” Okay, here’s my chance to get what’s on my mind off my mind. “I really didn’t do much because I spent most of the time thinking about you.”

Trevon pretended he had some lint on his jeans. When he looked up, he found her eyes on him. “I won’t make a fool of myself by assuming what those thoughts were. I know you apologized, but we had some serious things we needed to talk about and you—”

“That’s why I’m here now. I mean, I want to talk about what happened between us, okay? I’m young, Trevon. I don’t have much background in this—dealing with emotional.”

“It’s not mess.”

“You know what I mean.”

Trevon rubbed his face, releasing a deep sigh. “LaToria, I left the streets when I was eighteen years old. I’m thirty-three now. In that time in prison and before, I’ve never been in love or in a true relationship. Just because I’ve never been in love doesn’t mean I don’t want it.”

“What is it?” She gestured with her hand. “What is love, Trevon?”

“Love. Love is thinking about a person when you’re with or without them. I know there is more to define it.”

“I miss you,” she said sincerely. “I really miss you. I’ve done some dumb things since you left. I . . . got back involved with Swagga.”

Trevon sat back in the recliner. I can’t trip. Hell, I can still feel Kendra’s pussy around my dick. At least she is being honest. And it must not be so tight since she’s over here. “So y’all back together?”

“Hell to the no! It was just a fling and a mistake.”

“A mistake, huh? That’s what you said we were.”

LaToria uncrossed her legs. “I didn’t mean it, Trevon.”

“That’s the point. I don’t know what you mean,” he said calmly. “Look, I know we don’t have a past and we really don’t know of each other, but I can’t sit here and say I don’t feel something toward you. Don’t sit there and think it’s based on sex, because it isn’t. And for all it’s worth, I miss you too.”

“Really?” She tried holding back her tears.

“Yes. And I know you ain’t about to cry.”

She shrugged, wiping her eyes. “I’m just happy. Happy to see you.”

“So, are you gonna talk about this?”

“Yes. And this time I won’t run away.”

“That’s good to hear. Look, why did you flip out when I asked if you were on birth control ?”

“Wasn’t that something you should’ve asked before you came inside me?”

“Actually, it was something we should’ve spoken on before it happened.”

“You always know the right things to say.”

“Too bad I don’t always know the right thing to do.”

LaToria wiped her eyes again. “You—we did the right thing.”

“And what was that?”

“Dealing with our emotions.”

“That’s all I got, LaToria.” Trevon touched his chest. “All I got to go on is my emotions. I can’t cut things off and just call it business like you and Jurnee be doing.”

“It ain’t easy for me, Trevon. God knows I’ve made a bunch of stupid mistakes in my life. But Smooch, I’m tired.”

“Tired of what?”

“Running. I’m tired of running from things I don’t understand. I didn’t really know or understand how my foster parents were using me, so I ran. Had I stood up to them I might not still be running like I am today.”

Trevon made his way over to sit next to her. “Dry your eyes.” He tenderly lifted her chin. When she looked into his eyes he slid his hand over hers.

“Talk to me, LaToria. It’s important that I know if you’re on birth control or not.”

LaToria muttered a few words then jumped up to excuse herself to the bathroom.