The Ties That Bind (4 page)
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Authors: Electa Rome Parks
She hesitated. “I don’t know. What do you have in mind?”
“Well, Grant Park is having a jazz concert later this evening. Would you like to go?”
Mia got right up in my face, stared up at me for a few seconds. She was so close that I could feel her breath on my face and see clearly her long black eyelashes. She said, “I have to think about it. I’ll let you know.” And then . . . she simply walked off and left me standing there. I stood there shaking my head because no lady had ever done that to me before.
For a moment, I was going to go out with the boys without waiting for her call, but I ended up waiting around my parents’ house for the rest of the evening. I knew she would get my phone number from Gloria, but I wasn’t so sure at first she would call. She called, and we talked briefly and agreed to attend the concert. When I picked Mia up at her house, she met me at the door and hurried me to the car. She was stunning. Mia had changed into a multicolored short set. The kind that had baggy-fitting walking shorts with a bikini top and an unbuttoned shirt over that. She had the shirt off, so I had a full view of her ample, full chest. All I could think about was getting the opportunity to touch her breasts.
We had so much fun at the concert. The bands were good, the atmosphere was festive and it even cooled down with a slight breeze. Mia had brought a beach blanket, which we spread out in a grassy area to listen to the cool jazz sounds that were mellowing everyone out. We talked some. Mia had a good head on her shoulders. She asked me a lot of questions about the military, which I answered as honestly as possible.
We flirted back and forth. I soon discovered that Mia’s flirting was innocent. At one point, she was laying her head in my lap as if we had known each other forever. I looked at her talking on and on, and I leaned down to give her a kiss. She quickly jumped up before it could happen and continued talking about school and North Carolina. By now I wanted her like I had never wanted anyone before. I was literally about to explode.
After we had gathered up the beach towel and our soda cans, we decided to walk around for a while before leaving for home. After putting everything into my car, we walked hand in hand, just talking about everything and nothing. We talked and laughed as if we had known each other all our lives. Everyone was right; Mia was really sweet.
The moment of truth finally arrived. I dropped her off at her tiny brick home. I had already decided against trying anything with her, but I did want at least a kiss from those luscious lips. As we were walking to her door, she was telling me how much she enjoyed the evening. Mia got to the last step and was unlocking her door as I was turning to leave when she said . . .
“Brice, wait.” She walked the short distance to me, looked intensely at me and leaned up and kissed me. For a moment I was caught off guard, but I soon recovered. It was a sweet kiss that made me want more. I could feel her petite body pressed up against mine with her nipples, which were now erect, rubbing up against my chest. We broke away from the kiss and looked into each other’s eyes. I could tell that Mia wanted more. Hell, I wanted more. She was kinda moving her groin up against mine. There was plenty of electricity and heavy breathing going on.
“Good night,” Mia said as she turned and walked into her house and closed the door behind her. I slowly drove home and took a long, cold shower. I climbed into my old bed, the one I slept in as a child, and thought confused, frustrated, but happy thoughts of Mia.
The following morning, I woke up bright and early with Mia on my mind. On impulse, I decided to give her a wake-up call and wish her a good morning. I was quite disappointed, to my surprise, when a sleepy voice stated that she had already left for work at the day care center. For the rest of the morning and afternoon I worked around the house doing much-needed fix-it work and minor repairs. Daddy wasn’t in good health and couldn’t do some of the things he used to do. Things around the house had fallen into a state of disarray.
By the time five o’clock rolled around, I had showered and put on some clean clothes and decided to give Mia another call. She was there this time and seemed surprised to hear from me. I couldn’t figure this one out.
“Hey, baby girl, what’s up?”
“I told you, don’t—”
“I know, don’t call you baby girl.”
“That’s right. I’m all woman, or can’t you tell?” she asked jokingly.
I responded with a laugh. “You haven’t given me anything to prove that you are all woman yet.”
“What do I need to give you?”
“If I have to tell you that, then you must be a little girl.”
“Anyway, who said I was giving you some? Seriously, Brice, I’m tired. Tired of running after screaming children all day.”
“Why don’t you let me take you out for a quiet dinner and stimulating conversation?” I asked.
Mia agreed, and I told her good-bye until later that evening. As soon as I drove up, Mia came out of the house and jumped in the car. This time she had on a bright red sundress, no bra, with sling-back red shoes and bright red fingernail and toenail polish. She was looking sexy as usual. I was kidding her about her mother. “Do you have a mother or are you holding her tied and bound inside the house?” Mia sorta laughed and changed the subject, and so I dropped it as well.
Dinner was at the Cheesecake Factory. The food was good, but Mia ate like a bird. That was all right, though, because I got the chance to see her lovely face again. Mia was like a ray of sunshine. After dinner, she wasn’t ready to go home yet, and neither was I, so she suggested that we go to the local park and talk.
Once at the park, I drove into a somewhat secluded area and turned off the ignition. Mia didn’t want to walk; she just wanted to talk. She told me all about her mother and how hard it was for her to deal with her as a recovering alcoholic. There were good and bad days for both of them. She said that her mother had never gotten over the death of her husband, Mia’s father. She almost drank herself into an early grave. Roles were reversed, and Mia was more like a mother to her mother for most of her teenage years. She said if it hadn’t been for her uncle Larry, her father’s brother, she didn’t know how she would have made it. I could tell that this subject was causing her great pain.
I didn’t know what to say, so I took her in my arms and held her and said, “It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay. You are safe with me now.”
It seems like we sat like that for the longest time, with me holding her and rubbing her back. No words were spoken. None were necessary. It was a comfortable silence. I wanted to shield her from the world.
When Mia had composed herself somewhat, she sat back up and looked at me. She was making me uncomfortable with her stare.
I said, “What?”
“Nothing.You just surprised me. I didn’t know that you could be so caring. Thank you.”
That comment caught me off guard. I responded, “What do you mean by that?”
“Oh, I have done my homework. I’ve heard some pretty wild stories about you and somebody named Christian. And you didn’t come across as the caring, gentle type.”
“Is that a fact? Now, who told you all that?”
“It doesn’t matter. I just know.”
“Then why do you want to be with me if I’m all that?”
Mia shrugged, deep in thought. “I don’t know. Maybe I like excitement and danger,” she said laughingly.
“May I kiss you?” Hell, where did that come from? I had never asked a lady for a kiss. I took what I wanted.
She nodded. I gently touched her chin and pulled Mia into an embrace. Mia tilted her head. Next thing I knew, it was like fire-works on the Fourth of July. Seriously, her kiss, her touch, sent chills up and down my spine. I could tell Mia felt it too, because the kiss became more passionate. I had slid over to her side of the seat, and she climbed into my lap, straddling me with her legs. I started squeezing her breasts through her sundress, and Mia was moaning and moving up and down on me. I managed to get her dress unbuttoned, and I pulled the top portion down to release her breasts. They were not too large or too small. Her nipples were erect, and she was still doing that moving up and down motion.
I cupped her breasts with both hands and started rubbing them, and finally I put a nipple in my mouth and started sucking. This was driving her crazy. The more I sucked, the harder I sucked, the louder she moaned. My fingers had managed to pull up her dress and they were moving in and out between her silky thighs. She was so wet, moist and hot. I continued to move one, then two and three fingers inside of her. She opened her trembling legs even wider to receive me. I was coming in my pants. Mia had me so hot.
“Wait, Brice. Wait . . . I’m sorry, I can’t,” she said as she pushed me away, got up and pulled down and buttoned up her sundress.
“What the hell do you mean, you can’t? You can if you want to. Baby, I’m a grown man, and I have needs. I can’t deal with this little schoolgirl shit. I need a woman.”
“I’m sorry,” she said as she looked at me with sad, disappointed eyes. “I’m just not ready to give myself to you like that.”
I was back on the driver’s side, looking out the window, trying to calm down.
“Look, just take me home, Brice.”
“Mia, I’m sorry. If you aren’t ready, then you just aren’t ready. I’ll be more patient. Okay?”
She smiled a sweet smile. I held her some more and took her home about an hour later.
This girl had my nose wide open! I had never been there before. This was definitely a first. Christian wasn’t going to believe this. This knowledge still didn’t help the hard-on that I had. I had had one for two days now. I had to get some relief. I drove over to an old flame’s house after I dropped off Mia. I know, call me a dog. Janice was just what I needed to give me some release. She was willing and ready, even though she had heard that I was “messing with” that girl over on Fifth Street. She didn’t care. She just wanted some.
I fucked Janice like I had never fucked before. I was pounding out all my pent-up frustrations into that pussy. She didn’t know what hit her. I could have broken my dick off in her. With women like her, I don’t make love. I fuck. You lay down like a whore, I treat you like the whore you are. With Janice, I didn’t have to step to her with flowers or wining and dining; just with what was between my legs.
I thrusted and sucked and stroked like there was no tomorrow. I was trying to satisfy an animal need. I may have been a little too rough with Janice, because she tried to pull away a couple of times, but I pushed her back down and pulled her fat ass back up to greet and receive my throbbing rod. I was sucking those breasts and pinching those huge nipples like I had two large melons to devour.
Later, I had her on her hands and knees with that big ass stuck up in the air as I laid it on her. Her pussy started making that sucking sound, she started screaming like a banshee and it was all over. Much later, I woke up wanting more. I pushed her head down to my already-erect penis. She was shaking her head. “Brice, I don’t suck dick.” I told her that after all she had done tonight and all I had done to her, what difference did that make.
Janice continued to protest, but I didn’t relent. She looked at me for just a second, long enough to realize I was serious, and I looked at her with . . . you had better get your ass down there and go to work before I tap that ass. I opened my legs so that she wouldn’t have any problem taking it
all
in. Soon I had her bobbing her head up and down as she worked my jimmy to yet another release. At that point, I let go of her hair and stopped rubbing her breasts and laid back down into another exhausted sleep. Early the next morning, I removed myself from her embrace, quietly walked out of her apartment and headed home.
all
in. Soon I had her bobbing her head up and down as she worked my jimmy to yet another release. At that point, I let go of her hair and stopped rubbing her breasts and laid back down into another exhausted sleep. Early the next morning, I removed myself from her embrace, quietly walked out of her apartment and headed home.
For my remaining days at home, Mia and I were inseparable when she wasn’t working at the day care center. She even called in sick a few times when I begged her to spend the entire day with me. Yeah, Mia was constantly on my arm. We did everything together.
All this time, Mia still hadn’t given herself to me. She would only let me kiss her; she said anything else gave me the wrong idea. I finally “got the draws” as they say, close to my final week in Georgia. I had the most explosive orgasm that I have ever had in my entire life.
Mia, myself, Moms and Daddy were all sitting around my parents’ mahogany dining room table ready to throw down on some serious soul food. Moms still loved to cook these huge Sunday dinners that we always sat down to directly after returning from morning service at our church. Today, Moms had really gone out of her way and thrown down. We feasted on collard greens and ham hocks, green beans, chicken, baked ham, fried corn, corn on the cob, corn bread, fried okra, potato salad and fresh, homemade potato pie.
Moms had been begging and begging to meet the young lady who was taking up so much of my time. When I told her Mia was going to church with us and could come to dinner afterwards, Moms stayed up late Saturday night preparing dishes and making sure everything was perfect. You see, even though I am thirty years old, I had never, ever, brought a woman home to meet my parents. Moms always said she “wanted grandchildren before she was too old to enjoy and spoil them.”
I must admit that I actually enjoyed the church service. The pastor, Reverend Penn, preached an uplifting sermon about the institution of marriage and the family structure, and the choir was off the hook. They even had me standing up and clapping. I also had the opportunity to see a lot of people whom I hadn’t seen in years. Mia was as beautiful as ever, sitting by my side. She was conservatively dressed today in a navy and white suit with matching earrings and pearls. She wore her shoulder-length hair down in cascading curls that framed her face. She had on just a hint of makeup and was dazzling. Mia held my hand during most of the service, and I felt her glancing at me a few times with a smile on her lovely face.
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