One Toe Out (A Complicated Love Story) (9 page)

Simone hugged her mom. “Great job! It looks wonderful.”

“
And I’m almost ready for my trip to the Big Apple. I can’t wait to see everything and especially do some shopping for my trip to Europe. Thank you so much for treating me to the trips,” she said excitedly.

“
Aw Mom, no problem. I’m so glad that I can do it for you, considering everything you did for me while I was growing up. Have you decided who you’re bringing with you?”

“
I think I’m taking Isabelle to New York. She said that she would love to join me. And you know I’m going to Europe by myself.”

Simone smiled. Her Aunt Isabelle was the perfect choice. She’s really Lillian’s sister-in-law, her ex-husband’s sister, but they had always gotten along. She used to live in New York and Simone was sure that she’d show her around. “Mom may I talk to you?”

Lillian looked at her concerned. “Of course, come on, let’s sit on the deck. Give me one minute.” Her mother reached into the refrigerator for a pitcher of sweet tea.

“
I’ll get the glasses,” Simone offered and went over to the cabinets. Gone were the set of Kmart glasses, instead Lillian had replaced them with beautifully crystal cut glasses.

“
Okay what’s wrong?” Lillian asked as soon as they got settled on the deck.

Simone took a deep breath. “I want to get to know Kirk a little better,” she confessed.

“
How much better?”

“
I’m attracted to him, and you know…” her voice drifted off, letting her mom fill in the blank.

Instead of answering immediately, Lillian looked out over her backyard, this was one of her favorite places, it was so tranquil. She loved to sit out at night drinking wine while reading. At her old house, she had the front porch to sit on, but between the nosy neighbors, the cars zooming up and down the street and noisy teenagers, there was no privacy. Out here on her deck, Lillian found that she could think and finally confront her past, because her future looked so bright.

“
Does J.T. know?”

“
No! And if he does, he’ll kill me. Kirk is his good friend. He told me not to even consider it.”

Lillian took a sip of her tea before answering. “Well, maybe you shouldn’t see him,” she said carefully.

“
But I want to,” Simone protested. “I think there’s potential for something life lasting.”

“
I told you that this might happen.”

“
I know, you did. But I had no idea that I’ll meet Kirk. I never met a man like him before. He’s amazing Mom,” Simone said softly.

“
I think you should forget about him,” she said, her voice tight with an unidentifiable emotion.

Simone shook her head. “I can’t do that!”

“
Do you want to lose everything?” she snapped.

“
But now I want more.” Simone stared at her mother. Who is this day, she wondered.

“
So you’re willing to mess everything up, because you’re in love?” Lillian scoffed. “Think very hard about what you’re doing.”

On the way home, Simone thought long and hard about her situation. As soon as she made up her mind, she made a phone call.

“
Hey, are you home? Alone? I’ll be right over.” She clicked off and made a U-turn. Thirty minutes later she was at her destination. She strolled up to the front door. “Hi Kirk.”

Chapter
12

She calmly walked in and as soon as Kirk closed the door she jumped into his arms, her legs circling his waist. “I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw you. God you’re hot!” She pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard, almost brutally.

Kirk cupped her bottom and slowly walked to the living room where he dropped her on the couch. He lovingly undressed her. Then he pulled off his clothes.

Simone stroked his smooth muscled chest. Kirk stood and he was about to climb on top of her when she told him to stop, she wanted to enjoy his body. She propped herself up on one elbow and her eyes feasted on his sexiness.

He was darker than she’d expected, even though he was a blond, he had olive coloring and his skin looked as though it was sprinkled with just a hint of honey.

A grin spread over her face as she admired him. Her gaze started at his blue eyes, his high cheekbones, his full lips, his broad shoulders, then his muscled chest. There was a faint line of blond hair on his stomach travelling south. She reached out and slowly traced her finger over the line of hair, she paused, the trail ended at the base of his dick. Simone grabbed it, and was shocked then pleased when her hand could barely wrap around it. He was neatly shaved and trimmed, exposing his balls. She eased forward and her lips were inches away from his tip, when he pulled back.

“
Nu uh, eventually I want to come all over you. But the first time I want to come inside you.”

“
But—”

“
Nope! Open your legs,” he demanded.

She splayed her legs open. Kirk knelt beside her and smoothed her hair back. He looked her in the eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“
Yeah,” Simone nervously croaked. She had been waiting for this since the first time she had met Kirk a month ago.

Kirk brushed his lips against hers. “You don’t have to. You can leave and I won’t be upset,” he said, but his hard shaft said something totally different.

“
I’m here and I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. She drew him closer and leisurely kissed him. She slid her tongue between his lips and she sighed when their tongues met, he felt even better than she had imagined. His tongue unhurriedly slid over hers, they wanted to enjoy each other, and they did.

Kirk pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted. He cupped her face with his hands and looked her in the eyes. Desire blossomed and almost burst in Simone when passion darkened his normally light blue eyes to a stormy azure.

Kirk palmed her breasts and caressed them, he tweaked her pea size nipples. He pushed her breasts together. “I wanna make a dick sandwich with these beautiful titties then I want to come all over your face.”

Simone inhaled sharply at his words. “Kirk,” she moaned. “Suck my nipples,” she begged. Kirk leaned down and tenderly kneaded her breasts while flicking his tongue over her stiff peaks. “Now bite them,” she demanded.

Kirk grinned, he liked a lady who knew what she wanted and wasn’t shy about asking for it. He captured an engorged nipple between his teeth and grazed it, he eagerly moved on to the next one. He soothed them by suckling them softly. He repeated this until she was whimpering loudly.

Kirk peeked at her. “Was that okay?” She nodded. He kissed his way down to her mound. At a time when women were getting Brazilian waxes, landing strips, or shapes shaved into their bushes, Simone kept hers all natural and Kirk’s dick pulsed when he saw it.

He licked his lips before lowering his head to her pussy, his tongue got lost in her hair. Simone gasped and opened her legs wider. Kirk nibbled gently on her clit, occasionally skimming his tongue over it. “I need to look at it.” He pushed himself up on his elbows. He spread her folds open exposing her sweet pinkness and her clit, he hungrily gazed at it. He brushed his thumb over it and she shivered. Unable to keep his mouth away from her pussy, he bowed his head and delved in for a second time. His tongue delicately stroked her creases, and Simone balled her hands into fists when she felt a spark that started at her clit work its way up and grew into a four alarm fire. She screamed when she climaxed, she lay still and let her orgasm take over her body.

Kirk smiled apologetically before standing up to stretch. Simone couldn’t take her eyes off his body. She loved his wide shoulders, narrow waist and long muscular legs. And saluting her was his dick, ready and waiting. It was only inches away from her mouth.

He saw her gaze, and he shook his head no. He got back on his knees and kissed her pussy. Then he instructed her to put her legs over his shoulders. He slid his dick inside her and her pussy suctioned itself to it. Kirk swiveled his hips and let his dick bask in her heat. Simone arched her back and writhed with desire. Kirk grabbed her ass and plunged into her. He increased his speed and his balls slapped against her cheeks, making a smacking sound.

“
Look at me!” Simone opened her eyes and found Kirk staring down at her. “I want you to see me when I come.” Suddenly Kirk’s eyes widened and he began gasping, as his orgasm washed over his body. He nestled his head on her breasts.

“
Will you blow me off now, like you did Aleesha?” Simone asked, half-jokingly.

Kirk kissed her shoulder, which was still damp with their sweat. “After that? No way!”

Her stomach growled and her face reddened with embarrassment. “I’m sorry. I’m hungry.”

“
I guess you were running on fumes, because your energy level was off the charts,” he teased. He sat up, and Simone marveled again at his body, it was perfection personified. “I can cook something or we can go out…” He stopped, after seeing the horrified expression on Simone’s face. Kirk slumped back against the couch. “Let’s talk about this.”

“
Yeah, we need to. J.T. is gonna kill us if he finds out about us.”

“
I know, but if you want, this will be our first and last time together. I can order us some takeout,” he offered, lamely, knowing that it would be hard for him to stay away from her after feeling, touching and tasting her, she was like a drug to him, that once tasted he was hooked and needed it every day.

Simone’s eyes watered. “I don’t want this to be our last time,” she croaked. “I like you, I really like you.” She looked up at him with tear stained eyes and Kirk’s heart nearly stopped. “What do you
really
want to do?”

Chapter
13

J.T. stood in the middle of the football field surround by teenage boys. This is what he loved most about his job. He had flown to Detroit to conduct his football camp, it was an annual event. His foundation funded him or other NFL players to travel to different cities where they conducted a camp that gave the kids the fundamentals of football. So far this year, he had traveled to Cleveland, Buffalo, Miami, Baltimore, St. Louis and his hometown Atlanta. He’d get some of his colleagues to visit other cities.

While he knew that the chances of any of them making it to the NFL was slim, football gave the kids something to live for, to aspire to and at the very least, they can earn a scholarship to college.

He was watching a group of boys doing sprints when a man came up to him. J.T. blinked, the man was gorgeous. He was shorter than J.T., he estimated his height to be around five eight and that he weighed about one hundred and fifty pounds. He was bald, very clean shaven except for a thin mustache.

“
Hey I’m Christian. I’m from Black Sports Magazine, Marcella sent me to take pictures of your sports camp for the magazine.”

J.T. pulled himself out of his daze to answer. “Oh, what happened to Vivian? She usually does this.”

“
She’s out on maternity leave.”

“
Oh, okay,” J.T. muttered, he was transfixed with Christian’s eyes, they were light brown almost hazel with golden flecks.

“
I know that I don’t have to say this, but be natural. I’ll be on the side taking pictures. You won’t even know that I’m here.”

Oh, I’ll know. Christian strolled around the field with his camera shielding his face, he took shots of J.T. running with the kids, with him gesticulating wildly at them and occasionally laughing. Christian’s dick pulsed against his thigh, every time he looked at J.T.’s magnificent body, it grew harder. Christian discreetly adjusted himself. He took some very close ups of J.T.’s face and some tight shots of his lips and his ass and legs. He’d planned on keeping them for his private collection.

Christian patiently waited at the end of the camp while J.T. signed autographs for the participants, their family and other onlookers who wanted it. An hour later, after everyone had left and with the sun beating down on them, they were the only two left on the empty field.

“
Now I need to do the interview portion,” Christian announced.

J.T. strolled over to a table and Christian was right behind him. J.T. picked up a bottle of Gatorade, unscrewed the cap and guzzled the entire contents. He tossed the empty container into the wastebasket. “Two points,” he crowed. He focused on Christian, something he didn’t want to do. While on the field with the kids, he felt Christian’s presence and his scent, even on a hot May day, wafted over to him. “I’m sorry man, don’t get too close, I’m pretty ripe right now.”

Christian eyes roamed down the top of J.T.’s head to his feet, he licked his lips. “You smell good to me.”

J.T. ignored the blatant come on. “This isn’t the best place to do an interview. Let’s go somewhere very casual, where we can relax. So this is your town, where’s a good place to eat?” he asked.

“
If you’re down for some burgers and fries, there’s a cool sports joint downtown. It’s pretty chill.”

“
Cool, I’ll follow you.”

Twenty minutes later they were sitting across from each other. After ordering their food and drinks, Christian turned on a recorder and set it on the corner of the table. Between eating his food and drinking a couple of beers, J.T. answered his questions as candidly as possible. They were Marcella’s pre-approved questions, so he already had his canned responses memorized.