Char took off her apron and tossed it over into the sink as she cruised through the kitchen and headed towards the back door. It was open, a fly buzzing up against the screen door, trying to get out even though there was a gaping hole it could escape through, just a few inches below to its left.
“And you make sure you’re home by ten! No more of these late nights! Not in my house you don’t!”
She breezed through the screen door, not noticing whether the fly took advantage of the door being open or not and was out in the parking lot heading for her yellow Eclipse. Dad could yell and yell all he wanted. He always did. He thought he owned her just because she worked for the family restaurant. Nobody owned her though, not her dad, not Javier, not anybody.
Char couldn’t wait to see LeRoy because LeRoy always made everything better. He was the crazy big brother she never had, least, that’s what she told herself. As she zigged and zagged through traffic, coming to a screeching halt here, hammering the accelerator for a tire smoking start there, she realized that she didn’t actually know how old LeRoy was. Maybe he was too old to be her brother.
And she realized that she was cool with that. That she didn’t really want to know. She had an idea, an age-range she figured he fit in but she told herself that it was better not knowing, considering the way she felt when she caught him looking at her the way he did. It was one thing to tell herself that he was old enough to be her big brother, it was an entirely different thing, she thought, to think of him as being old enough to be her dad.
Javier was blowing up her phone with text messages and voicemails again. Since she’d said she wanted her space he’d been freaking out. He’d gone off to Texas to help his grandparents and things changed. It wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t her fault, but it was all different now and Char couldn’t go back.
At first it was rough. Char would sit on her bed amidst her twelve throw pillows, four oversized stuffed teddy bears and her stuffed matching Lady & the Tramp set nervously tapping her foot so the bed vibrated waiting for each text Javier would send. She was afraid that if she wasn’t watching the screen of her phone the next text would never come. And each time she got a text or finished a four hour phone call she felt as though she needed to hold herself down because if she didn’t she’d fly right up into the ceiling and maybe through it, perhaps all the way through the roof and then, who knows where?
Day by day life happened though and the texts and the calls became further apart and Char found her anxiety was so much she couldn’t bear just sitting around waiting, so, she was out and about every chance she got, hitting up Sonia to go to the mall or calling Lena to go cruise the skate park or just sprinting around town in her ‘Sun chariot’ as she liked to call her car, to get away from sitting and waiting.
Char roared the Eclipse into the back alley, behind LeRoy’s apartments. Overall, the neighborhood was more upper middle class than it was simply middle class but the apartments, older as they were, standing in a self-contained island amidst all the homes and a few very nice city parks, were definitely not as upscale as their surrounding environment. They had a California Mission style look to them with red tile roofs but a faded white exterior that was starting to scream out age and neglect. Graffiti stains were haphazardly painted over leaving a bruising like look just under the surface and cracks spider-webbed there way all across the exterior stucco only a few in some spots, intricate webs of many in others.
The green Dodge Caravan parked at the edge of the alley had it’s back window missing, replaced by plywood which sported its own graffiti. Two of its tires were flat and spider webs emerged out from under it in every conceivable direction. It wasn’t the only broken down vehicle in the alley but it did have an open space right next to it that Char wasted no time swooping in and taking. Hauling up the parking brake with one swift grab and jerk, Char checked herself in the mirror and had to admit that she looked good. She bounced herself up and out of the car and headed off to LeRoy’s.
The front door to LeRoy’s apartment was all the way on the other side of the complex. It was his backdoor, a sliding glass door with a scenic view of one of the alley’s four royal blue trash dumpsters that Char always headed for. The blinds were closed, as they always were but the door was open, left just a bit ajar. She reached in a hand and opened it a little more before calling inside, “LeRoy!”
She heard him call back, something muffled from upstairs were the two bedrooms were and let herself in. The living room and the kitchen/kitchenette made up the ground floor. Char straightened her lacy red tank top and had a flash of self-consciousness about the fact that she’d matched it with her black bra. Her faded True Religions fit a little snug in the waist but Char felt good about them, they weren’t so tight she couldn’t move but they were tight enough to accentuate her curves, and she had a lot of them. Her purple flip flops rounded out the ensemble and Char couldn’t help but admire the shade of green she’d painted her toes. Casually she tossed her keys on the kitchen counter.
She heard LeRoy on the stairs, coming down. He was tall but not as tall as Char would’ve wished. He was muscular too, but not at all as cut as he could’ve been. He was on the leaner side of things, his faded jeans had an acid wash look to them and were frayed at the bottom. Unlike her, he was sans top and shoes. He looked fit, for whatever age he was. A small tuft of chest hair sat mid chest, between his pectorals, black but with a few prominent white hairs mixed in. His hair was failing, receding, retreating and he kept it closely shaved as a result. As far as shaves went, he went unshaven, at least a day’s stubble, salt and pepperish, covered his angular jaw.
He was a friend of a friend online. That’s how it started. Chatting. Char figured that chatting was safe enough and LeRoy was cool and respectful which was different. He didn’t just come on wanting to get in her thong and he was interested in her, in how she felt, in what was going on with her. She dug that. He was sweet and, for an old dude, he didn’t look that bad.
Chatting led to lunch. Lunch, to dinner. Texts and calls. All the while Char kept up with Javier but she knew things with him were different. He was distant when they talked. Their four hour conversations barely lasted a half hour. Texts were short and sweet and perfunctory. But talking with LeRoy, that was different. Things were relaxed and seemed to flow naturally. Char just went with it.
“Char” LeRoy walked over and gave a hug, the kind of hug that isn’t exactly friendly but isn’t as long and touchy feely as it could be. “What brings you by girl?”
Char liked the way he smelled and was sad the hug was over as quickly as it was. She had all sorts of feelings swimming inside her and it was only then that she felt her bottom lip start trembling. Before she knew it, she was shaking all over. Dad. Javier. Work. School. Life. She felt overwhelmed all of a sudden and began to cry.
Her shoulders shook, her body shook, she cried and cried and pushed LeRoy away. She walked back over towards the kitchen counter trying to get a hold of herself. She hadn’t felt like crying on the way over and then, all of a sudden, she did. She was balling. She couldn’t stop. She gulped air in deep breaths and wiped away the tears, nervously stealing glances of LeRoy and the way he was looking at her. He had big, sad, kind eyes.
LeRoy waited for the sobs to die down. He walked across the room and took Char’s face in his hands, wiping away tears with his thumbs.
“Shh. Shh. Now, cut that out baby. Cut that out. It’s okay. It’s gonna’ be okay.”
He leaned in and kissed her, the way she hoped he would, right there, on the lips, long and hard. She felt every tense muscle in her body relax as he gathered her and pulled her close to him. Char threw her arms around his neck and kissed back as hard as she was kissed her large full breasts pressing up against his bare chest, nipples growing hard.
LeRoy picked her up in one swift motion and sat her on the counter. He kissed her, hard and fast, on the lips, on the shoulder, on the neck, behind the ear. Char rolled her head this way and that trying to catch his lips in mid flight, mash into them, their tongues meeting inside one another’s mouths. LeRoy took a hold of Char’s right breast, grabbing as much of it as he could. He wasn’t tender about it but he wasn’t rough. Char felt a little gasp and a wetness between her legs. LeRoy grabbed both sides of Char’s tank top and pulled it over her head, it messed up her bangs so she shook them out and mastered a smile, her eyes still glistening wet with the tears she’d just quit crying.
It was quick, how he scooped her up and swept her over to the kitchen table. It was already clear so there were no plates or bowls or cups to push over. He had jeans unbuttoned and in a swift motion he was wriggling them down, past her hips, past her knees onto the floor. The thong almost came with but managed to stay in place. LeRoy started at Char’s right ankle and began kissing inside it, long, slow, wet, deep kisses. Slowly he worked his way up. Calf. Behind the knee. Lower thigh. Middle thigh. Upper thigh. Char just leaned back and moaned. She reached around behind her back and unlatched her black bra, letting her breasts free. Using his index fingers, LeRoy grabbed on to either side of the black and red lace thong and pulled it down. He took h is time, letting it get unstuck at the wetness where it stuck to her pussy. Instinctively Char reached down with her right hand and started playing with her clit.
LeRoy started kissing in and around, the outer lips, the area where the thigh and pussy began to meet, his kisses were part kissing, part sucking. Char pulled her hand away and put it on the back of his head. She didn’t mind the short curly hair, the bald spot on the crown. LeRoy licked close and around her clit while slowly slipping a finger up inside her and curling it against her G-spot. He licked closer and closer to her clit and as he did he worked his finger faster and faster insider her, twisting it with each thrust. Char arched her back and reached out her arms, grabbing hold of the edge of the other side of the kitchen table. She felt her body twitching and spasming with pleasure. She looked around her and all she could see was dappled light coming through the shades at the sliding glass door, broken beams of sun, breaking into prisms of fractured colors. She curled her toes into fists.
LeRoy had reached her clit and was alternately kissing, sucking and licking it. It was swollen and he’d change up his approach based on Char’s reaction. She’d broken out into goose bumps and he knew he was doing something right when she tensed and grunted out an “Uh”. He was working her finger into her furiously and her “Uhs” became more and more frequent. Soon they were an unbroken string of “Uhs” and she was starting to shout them more than moan them.
Char wrapped her legs tightly around him and pushed LeRoy backward, getting him to pull her off the kitchen table. They stumbled awkwardly into the living room where they collapsed down onto the shag carpet, Char on top. LeRoy winced as he felt something in his back pull but looking at Char as she did her hair whip and stared down at him with her eyes he soon forgot all about it. She took hold of him, he wasn’t huge but he wasn’t small, at least he was thick, that mattered to her. She pulled him inside her and closed her eyes, savoring that moment, that initial, first moment when the head of his cock slipped inside her pussy. That moment of no going back, that moment of connection, his body in hers now, they two, now one. She pushed down feeling his full length go up inside here.
She started grinding down on him almost immediately and he felt his body spasm all over, muscles tighten and then relax. He watched as she rocked and swayed in her own little world, to the beat of her own internal boom box, a smile on her face, her flawless skin and big, round, perfect breasts made him feel as if he were dreaming and it was only the tension building up quickly inside him that jerked him back to reality. Looking at her he didn’t believe he was ever that young.
She rode him hard, caressing her breasts and staring down at him with a look as if she owned him, as if he was hers and he was damn lucky to just be there at that very moment when she wanted to take him, take him on the green and white shag carpet. She let him reach up and grab her breasts. They were perfect G’s, big and full but full of youth and not yet affected by the forces of time or gravity. Every know and then she’d lean down as if to kiss him but wound up only staring deeper into his eyes and giving a little smirk as she watched his facial muscles twitch and strain. He fought to keep it in, and the more she drove down, the harder it became.
He felt it coming, she could tell so she rocked and rolled and ground down on him harder and faster. He started to shake. He felt his hands grab fistfuls of shag without even thinking of it. When it came it came in one big, long burst, erupting deep inside her, pumping over and over again as he closed his eyes and let his breath out. Char moaned on top of him finishing with a low, long “Yes.”
Char sat on top of him, sweat glistening all over her body, beads of sweat forming at her hard nipples and dripping down onto LeRoy. She ran her fingers through her short, dark, sweaty hair and smiled triumphantly. Slowly she pulled herself up and off of him and he felt every second of it.
LeRoy stayed there, lying on the ground a bit after as Char went about getting dressed. He wiped sweat out of his eyes and caught his breath. The ceiling looked so far away from him as he lie there on the ground.
“I gotta’ go to work here in a bit. I better go hit the shower babe. Be back in just a sec.”
“Ok honey. No prob.”
Char glanced over her shoulder as she fastened her bra in back, her back to him. It was enough of a glance to see all of him, sweaty, naked, getting up and coming towards her. He took hold of her around her waste and kissed her long and hard on the back of the neck.
“See you in a bit.”
“Ok”, she whispered.
He gathered up his clothes and headed upstairs to shower. Char grabbed a class out of the cupboard and poured herself some water. She waited for the door to shut and to hear the water come on before she grabbed her keys off the counter. It was time to go.
She slipped out the sliding glass door leaving the same crack she’d found when she arrived. In her car she pulled out her cell and instinctively checked her texts. There were three from Javier, obsessing still. A missed call from her dad. And a text from Zabs, her dear friend Zabrina. She’d answer that later, she decided as she typed out a quick text for LeRoy.
“You rock! xoxoxox”
Then she fired up her Sun Chariot and roared backwards out of the parking space, just missing the soiled and stained mattress somone had tried to prop up against the dumpster but had slid and fallen down into the alley. She peeled out past the Caravan, wondering if LeRoy could hear her up in the shower. She smiled at the thought that maybe he could.
Char checked herself in the rearview and checked her phone again. Zabrina wanted to party it up on the west side and wanter here there. She hit the gas and started to race her way back to the other side of town singing and dancing as she turned her music up full blast. The party was on. She didn’t want to be late.
Copyright 2011, M.R. McCaffery. All rights reserved.
