BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (108 page)

He gulped, speechless, nodding in agreement. Taking his hand, she lead him there. In her room now, stopped by the bed, she gazed up at him with passion filled eyes, "Wanna take off this shirt?"

He reached for it, snatched it over his head and off, tossing it across the room.

"Yeah, you shy all right." She simpered, staring at his flat chest. For one so young, he wasn't as skinny as she thought he might be. He was built up a bit, if not much, she could tell he was physical, it showed with his very cut, trim body, but he was not wimpy skinny by no means, it was a nice surprise. She then reached for his pants, slowly undoing them while noting the very impressive bulge there. He cupped the cheeks of her face, wanting to kiss her some more, turning it up to him. "Kiss me again, I like that." he rasped, almost short of breath, latching on to her mouth again before she could saying anything. As he kissed her, she worked his pants open and reached in, her hand encountering something that made her pull away from his mouth and look down as she pulled his length free of his underwear and jeans. "Oooh shit! Lil'o'boy - where the hell you get this?" She asked, holding onto the thick length of him. Once the air hit him, it hardened stiff and was throbbing. He started sweating, scared he wasn't going to be able to hold himself back. "Oh god, I think I'm gonna - you should let me go." He warned. She realized what he meant, looked to her bed where the towel from her earlier shower lay and grabbed it, placing it over the top of his length and with her hand underneath, she went lower and stroked his balls. He gasped and came immediately into the towel, unable to stop himself. He was embarrassed at having come so quickly from just a stroke of her hand, turning red once more. "Sorry about that." He apologized quickly.

She smiled, "That's okay - does that mean you're done now?"

He looked at her horrified, "Please ... no! More please."

She stepped back form him, leaving him to wipe himself up with the towel, and removed her dress before him. Then reached back and undid her bra, letting it drop. Stepping closer again, she took his hand and placed it over her breasts. "Know what to do with them?" She asked.

"Ma'am, if you don't mind, I'd like a little time, to, figure it out."

*

La Jolla Cove

Out to lunch, Shawn and family were enjoying their meal when his mobile rang, "Hello?"

"Hi Shawn, it's Deidre - um, I know that this is the last week you guys will be here, I'd like to have Angela over again please, tonight maybe? Is that possible?"

He looked at Angela, "Hang on a minute." and then said to his daughter, "It's your mother, she'd like to have you over again before we leave."

Angela thought about it, shrugged, "Okay - when?"

"Tonight."

She made a face, Sylvia reminded her, "We'll be leaving soon, give your mom a few more nights before we go."

Angela sighed deep, and nodded, "Okay." She agreed, less than enthusiastic.

Shawn put the phone back to his ear, "She said okay, but if you want her, you'll have to come here and get her. We're at La Jolla Cove, not leaving until tomorrow or the day after."

"Oh, well - sure, that's fine, we can do that, give me the location there."

Thinking nothing of it, Shawn told her where to find them, and afterwards went back to enjoying their dinner. It would be a while before she got there, by then, they would have eaten and returned to the beach house. In a few more days, they would be winding things up. He figured it was only fair that she have their daughter for another night or two.

Chicago

"Whoa ... that's enough ... no-no-no-no, boy, shit! Enough lessons for today! Besides, I do believe you pretty quick to catch on...
shy!
Know you ain't shy! Yo'daddy tell you to act like that?" Jackie grumbled untangling herself from Paul's grasping hands, he wanted her again. Moreover, her body was telling her, three times was plenty enough for today. That last time had been a struggle for her to endure because he wasn't coming so fast as the first time, and the second time had taken him a bit longer and the third, he had obviously set a goal within his mind to take his time and enjoy it a bit, not rush through it. Well, that was all fine and good for him. However, her body, hadn't been put through that in quite some time, and it was starting to make her pay for it. She was thoroughly swollen and sore, and her lower area below her belly was feeling some tender discomfort from the battering once he found his rhythm. All of a sudden, he wanted to try this position, that position, asking her, "Let's see if it works like this." and then, "Okay, now, let's try this." She had looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. Of course, she knew she had no one to blame but herself. Teasing him, stroking him, working on him as she had. Yes, turning him all the way on. Now, how the hell, she wondered, did you turn his butt off?! As far as she could see, there was no way her body was set up for taking in that much stroking from steel of that magnitude. Some one fibbing a bit about all the white boys, who were not supposed to come like that! No no no! No young male with that much energy and eagerness to learn, try stuff and share should be given all that to work with, not right now. Furthermore, regardless of how young she looked, her body was under no misconception, it reminded her, by shouting via; the pain,
'Cease this shit right now!'
And she was listening.

"Hands off," She slapped his hand from her naked butt, where he was stroking as she rose from the bed to get away from him.

"I thought you liked it? Didn't I do it right?" He asked, sitting up in the middle of her bed, naked, covers just over his lap, hiding that part of him, she'd had plenty enough of, thank you.

"Ain't nothing wrong with what you doing, or how you doing it, it's what you doing it with! And I've had my fill for the day."

Paul smiled, "Is that good, or is that bad?" He asked in a way, with a grin, that was pure McPherson - his father all the way.

Jackie turned to answer him, but before she could, his mobile started ringing, which was in the pocket of his jeans, that were laying on the floor by the bed. He quickly leaned over grabbing them, snatching it out of the pocket, flipping it open, "Hello?" He answered, a bit out of breath.
"I'm on my way with your lunch and to check on you, be there in a minute." Sheila hung up.

"Sheila's coming!" He blasted in a panic. "Hurry! I gotta get my clothes on, that mama don't play!" He rushed out of the bed, searching for his underwear. Jackie hurried to help him find them while grabbing her own. Rushing, knowing they only had few moments to spare because that call could have come from Sheila in her van. There was no way of knowing.

"Shit shit shit shit shit! I'm too old for this shit! My ass knew better! Hurry up boy, get them legs in them jeans! Get that shirt on, no no no, the other way, turn it around! Let me get my ass in the bathroom, my hair all over my head!" Jackie panicked as they rushed and then Paul had the nerve to look at her and grin.

"Boy you better quit grinning and get moving!" She shot rushing with her arms loaded, still naked, rushing to her bathroom. Paul had his clothes on, snatched on his socks and then his shoes, trying to tie them. With his feet in them, he rushed out of her bedroom looking for his tool belt to put back on, wanting to make it onto the porch by the time she got there. He found his tool belt, strapped it on, and rushed through her kitchen, small dining room attached to her living room and passed the mirror and raked his fingers through his short hair, thanking goodness he kept it close cut. He saw a van pass the window and knew that it was Sheila. He took a calming breath and went out the door to meet her on the porch, hoping that Jackie got dressed and presentable just in case Sheila wanted to see her or talk to her.

Paul was all smiles by the time Sheila parked her van, stepped out of it, bringing him food to eat. Closing the door, she saw him sitting and waiting with a smile on his face, and thought,
'Aaaah, look at that baby - he so sweet.'
"Yo'mama brought you a hot lunch today sweety; know how hard you been workin'." She smiled at him, walking up to the porch with the heavy glass corning-ware dish, "Heated you up leftovers from dinner last night, better the next day than the day before sugga', here you go. Jackie here?"

"Yeah, she's somewhere in there, I came straight up from the basement." He was blushing, beet red, he could feel his face on fire as he took the heated meal from her, uncovering it to find, tender pot roast, gravy, mushrooms and onions, over a large baked potato, greens and cornbread.

"That's gone be enough?" She asked, wondering what had him blushing so deep now.

Paul's eyes grew big, nodding, "Plenty enough."

Sheila smiled wondering how could Vivian let the chile leave the house with his shirt and pants all creased with wrinkles. Looked like they'd been balled up on the floor and picked up and put on as is.

"Oh, there you are!" Jackie called from inside her screen door, looking out of it at them. "I was just looking for you to see if you wanted lunch."

Sheila looked up, "Hey! I brought him something from the house to eat, wanted to check on him, make sure he all right." She explained.

Paul had turned from where he sat, showing his lunch, "Thank you, but this is gonna be plenty." He stated, and winked at her, knowing that Sheila couldn't see that from where she stood on the walk just before the steps of Jackie's porch.

"Oh, okay. How you doing today?" She asked Sheila, guarding her expression from his wink and grin.

"I'm all right, just trying to keep my boys busy, when school is out, all day long it's, 'I'm bored mama, got nothin' to do!'" She answered, shaking her head.

"That's one of the reasons I put mine in summer school for half the day." Jackie returned.

Paul stood up, "Mind if I take this in and eat?"

"No..." An unusual and unmistakable scent hit her nostrils right then, standing down wind as she was. "...go on in, I know you must be hungry." Sheila finished.

Sex! She smelled sex on him. She knew the scent, having being married as long as she had been, you couldn't miss it. She watched him pass Jackie in the door, and noticed that her eyes grew a bit wide as well, as if she too smelled him. But with Sheila standing and watching, there was little she could do or say to him. Sheila watched her adjust herself and turn from him stepping out of the door, engaging in more conversation to play it off. "It's beautiful out here today isn't it?"

"Mmm hmm, so it is. Beautiful day, fresh air - shame he's inside working so hard. So how much does he have to do?"

"Well, he's done a lot for me since he's been here..." She went on to explain as Sheila's ever calculating mind started letting her imagination go where it would. "...he's fixed my lawnmower and did my back lawn. He worked on my car and gave it a oil change, with a mini tune up. He's fixing the floor that runs along this side of the house..." She pointed to the right of her, "...so far, I think he's done with my daughter's room, and is working on the bathroom and then my son's. He is something else, I tell you - that boy is a godsend. I'll never be able to repay him for all that he's done."

"Mmmm, well - long as he's okay, getting things done, I best get back to my own boys. Left them in the house alone, since this was gone be a quick run. I'll talk to you later!" Sheila turned, waving back at her as she made her way to her van.

"Yep, bye! Don't worry about dinner for him, I'll feed him before he has to leave." She informed Sheila.

"Em hm, I'm sure you will!" She mumbled low to herself and then, turned back smiling one last time as she hopped into her van, started it and drove off shaking her head. "I know sex when I smell it! Boy I just know you ain't got yo'end off in there doing no Mrs Robinson on her ass! I bet you are! Lord lord lord, that's how shit get started! Well - long as he safe, I'm stayin' out of it. But wait 'til I get home."

As soon as she got home, she was on the phone to Vivian, calling her on the job.

"Has something happened!?" Vivian answered right away, panicking, thinking the worse, her heart going from the rush of adrenaline, thinking about Jake right away.

"I do believe! If you ask me, something done happened!"

Vivian could tell by Sheila's tone that there was no major emergency. She could also tell by her tone, that whatever it was she called for, it wasn't anything that she felt could wait. "What's happened?" Vivian asked, a bit of dread in her tone.

"Took that boy lunch just now, and guess what?"

"Oh Sheila, just tell me."

"I -
smelled
- sex! Sex coming off his ass smellin' strong as goddamn microwave popcorn that's burning!"

"You lying!? No way!" Vivian couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"May the Lord above strike my black ass down as I stand here on the phone! His ass done got him a piece!"

"Paul - is - a virgin, Sheila! He's not like that! He too shy! That baby wouldn't know what to do with a piece if it was wrapped in a soft taco shell for him! Em um, you wrong!"

"Who you talkin' too!? Girl! What? Don't play! I know my shit! Can't no shit like that get by me! He may have
been
, a goddamn virgin, but he ass sho'ain't one
now!
I'm tellin' you the truth! His lil'ass done got up in there fixin' shit - she ain't got no money, so she layin' it out on the table for'em tellin'em, gone baby, here you go, get in that!"