Diluted Desire (8 page)

“Yeah.  I think I was so bored with Trey that I started crushing on Clint.  Besides, I’m seeing someone new.”

“Really? Who?”

Summer told her about Klyde and their date.  “He’s so different from Trey, he’s a man
and
he has his own house.  I didn’t realize what I was missing.  He took me out to dinner, and unlike Trey, he paid for everything.  We had things to talk about beyond
Boondocks
and the latest Xbox games.  We really talked about things of substance, just like grownups.  And I liked it.  But there is one thing,” Summer admitted.

“What?”

“He seems a little controlling.”

Yvette stopped and looked at her friend.  “What did he do?” she asked concerned, she knew from personal experience that a controlling man was also an abusive man.

“He ordered all my food for me.”

“Well that’s not too bad.”

“No…but he got mad at me for smiling and thanking our waiter for wonderful service.  He thought I was flirting with him.  He had gotten so upset that he didn’t talk to me all the way home.  And when we got to my place, he didn’t say goodbye nor did he walk me to my door.”

“What an ass.  You don’t need to see him again,” Yvette decided for her.

Summer pushed the cart and resumed her search for decorations.  “Well…”

“Summer, don’t, don’t see him again.”

“But he’s so nice and he apologized, he said that his last girlfriend had cheated so that’s why he got so mad.  And he sent me a bouquet of roses.”

“For the record, I think he’s a psycho and you should leave him alone.”

“I’m going to give him one more chance,” Summer said, “and if he shows any signs of being a psycho then I’ll stop seeing him.”

“You’d better.”

“I will,” Summer promised.  “So what are you wearing to the Halloween party?” she asked, moving onto safer subjects.

“It’s a secret.  What are you wearing?”

Summer stuck her tongue out at her.  “It’s a secret,” she quipped.  Then she and Yvette sailed through the store dumping decorations into their cart.

Klyde grabbed Summer’s hand.  “I’m so sorry about the other night.”

“It’s okay, everything’s forgotten,” she said, squeezing his hand.

They were strolling through Little Five Points, an eclectic neighborhood in Atlanta, where fun and crazy co-mingle.  It was a lovely fall day. 

Klyde smiled at her.  “You’re a really special lady.”

“Thank you.” 
You’re wrong Yvette, he really is sorry.
  They continued their walk, occasionally stopping to peek into stores.

“Ready to eat?” Klyde asked.

“Sure, pick anything, I’m flexible.”

“We’ll just stroll until we find something that we both like.”

They ambled along until Summer saw a jazz quartet.  “Oh, let’s stop and listen.”

“No!” Klyde tugged at her arm.  “I thought we were going to get something to eat.”

“We are.  I just want to listen to this band for a minute.  We’re not going to starve,” Summer said teasingly.

“Come on, I really want to eat,” Klyde hissed.

“I just want to—”

“Come on,” Klyde whispered and tugged her arm so hard that she didn’t have a choice but to follow him, otherwise she’d run the risk of having her arm ripped off. 

“What is wrong with you?” Summer yelled and snatched her hand away.

“What are you talking about?”

“You wouldn’t let me listen to the music and you almost broke my arm.”

“But we were hungry, I thought you wanted something to eat.”

“I did, but it wouldn’t have hurt to listen to the music.”

“You’re right.  Would you like to go back?”

“No I don’t want to go back,” she snapped.  “I want to go home.”  She turned and headed to where Klyde’s car was parked.

“Okay sure, we’ll get something to eat along the way.”

Summer looked at him out of the corners of her eyes. 
You’re a psycho
.

While they were in the car Klyde kept asking what she wanted to eat, and after five refusals, he gave up and drove her home.  Klyde parked in visitor’s parking.  Summer cleared her throat, then said, “I don’t think we should see each other.”

“Why?  I thought you liked me?”

“I do, but I’m not ready to date right now.  It’s too soon after Trey, I really need time to get over him.  I thought I was, but I’m not,” she said lying through her teeth.  If she learned one thing after watching all those
Lifetime
movies, was to never ever call a psycho person a psycho, to their face.

“But we could still hang out, right?” Klyde asked and Summer shook her head.

“No, I don’t think so, it’ll be too confusing for me.  Thanks so much for today, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you at the bakery.”  And before Klyde could respond she opened up the door and raced out.

“Yes, you will be seeing me,” Klyde sneered at Summer’s retreating back.

Chapter 13

Larkin scraped the last of the food onto a serving platter and tossed the take-out containers in the trash.  She placed the platter and four different covered bowls in the oven then set it to warm.  Clint was expected for dinner in fifteen minutes.  Instead of cooking him a meal, she had picked up a fancy dinner from her favorite restaurant.

After giving the house one last look over; Larkin went upstairs to shower.  Mariah was working this week so she had the house to herself.  Twenty minutes later, Larkin was massaging lotion into her skin when her doorbell rang.  “Perfect timing.”  She wrapped a bath towel around her and padded barefoot down the stairs.  After looking through the peephole, she pulled open the door and she bit back a laugh when Clint’s mouth gaped open.

“I guess I’m early,” he managed to say.

“No, you’re right on time, I’m late.  Come on in.”  She led Clint to the living room.  “Have a seat, give me a minute to throw on some clothes.  Would you like something to drink?”

“No.  I’m cool.”

“Okay, give me a sec.”

“Take your time.”

Larkin smiled before sauntering out of the room and Clint watched her exit.  “Wow! This is going to be an interesting night.”

“Everything is delicious,” Clint said between bites.  “I hope you didn’t spend all day cooking.”

“Not all day,” she replied demurely.  “So what do you like to do for fun?” she asked, quickly changing the subject, she didn’t want to talk about food, Clint was a more interesting topic.

Clint snorted.  “I really don’t have much of that.  But I enjoy spending time with my daughter, Crystal.  A couple of weeks ago, she and I played hooky and spent the afternoon at Dave & Buster’s.”

“Oh, a rebel what other bad things do you like to do?” she teased.

“Not much,” Clint answered uneasily, not liking the direction their conversation was going.  “What do
you
like to do for fun?”

Larkin winked at him.  “Right now…you,” she said boldly.

“That would be so easy to do, I never thought a wife beater could be sexy.” Larkin had changed into a tight T-shirt and leggings.  He never would have imagined something that covered her body could be so revealing.

“So I have a chance with Clint.  I’ll remember that,” she said with a wink, then stood up and began to clear the table.

“Let me help you,” Clint offered and Larkin motioned for him to stay seated.

Larkin picked up plates then sashayed to the kitchen, she smiled to herself, she knew that Clint was eyeing her ass.  Once the table was clear, she suggested that they sit on the couch.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have a dessert for you.  I thought it’ll be hard to top Sugah Cakes’ desserts,” Larkin said.

“That’s fine, I don’t always have a taste for sweets,” Clint said, while his eyes kept darting to her breasts.

“Well, if this was a date, this would be the part where the couple would watch a movie, all the while pretending to be interested in it, but they both know that they really want to jump each other’s bones,” Larkin teased.

“But this isn’t a date, so we can watch a movie if you like, and we don’t have to think about getting into each other’s underwear.”

“G-string.”

Clint arched his eyebrows.  “Huh?”

“I’m wearing a G-string,” Larkin clarified.  “A teeny tiny one.”

Clint groaned.  “Now I didn’t need to know that,” he said.

“Why not?”

“Because now I’m picturing you in your teeny tiny G-string.”

“I can help you out.  I can show you.” 

“No,” Clint protested.

“Oh yeah,” Larkin said, while she shimmied out of her leggings, she eagerly kicked them away.  Larkin twirled around, showing Clint her taut ass.  “You like?”

“Take off that top,” Clint ordered, his resolve dissolving.

“Anything you want.”  She slowly pulled the T-shirt over her head, gradually exposing her breasts.  Larkin tossed the top on the floor, and she stood in front of him, wearing only her G-string.  “I think you’re hot,” she whispered.

“I’m married,” Clint said, suddenly wavering.

“I know you are, you keep telling me.  I’m just giving you a compliment that’s all.  Is there anything wrong with that?” she asked, then sat down next to him.

Clint shook his head.

Larkin grinned sexily at him.  “But I do think you’re very cute.” She leaned forward and tentatively brushed her lips against his.  Clint didn’t discourage nor encourage her, she took that as a sign to proceed with caution.  Larkin slowly applied pressure until Clint’s lips relaxed under hers.  She reached up and cupped the back of his head, Clint groaned softly as he eased his tongue into Larkin’s mouth.  Larkin eagerly returned his kiss. 

Clint moaned, he hadn’t been kissed in months and all the emotions he had been holding back exploded and he plundered her mouth, ravishing it.  He pushed her back so that he could see her breasts, he licked his lips then he squeezed them, Larkin gasped with pleasure. 

“Lay down,” he commanded.  As soon as she was on her back, Clint ripped off her teeny tiny G-string.  “Open your legs, I want to see your pussy while I’m getting undressed.”  She splayed her legs open so that he could get an eyeful of her sweetness.

Clint kicked off his shoes, tore off his clothes and threw them to the floor.  He fumbled in the pile for his pants, he reached into the pocket and pulled out a condom.  Trevor had given him some when he had told him he was having dinner with Larkin.  He had almost thrown them away, he was glad he didn’t.  He ripped open the foil package, took out the condom and slipped it on his hard cock. 

Larkin shivered with desire, his penis was huge, bigger than Marcel’s.  Her pussy pulsed with anticipation when he leaned over her, his cock bumping against her.  Without saying a word, Clint plunged into Larkin, she gasped, then lifted her hips to meet him.  Clint glanced down to watch his cock disappear into Larkin’s folds.  His gaze moved up to her breasts bouncing enticingly, then up to her face, she had her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted. 

Clint closed his eyes, and tried to think about anything other than the beautiful lady underneath him.  It had been months since he had satisfying sex, and he didn’t want to embarrass himself by coming too soon.  He almost fulfilled his goal and was in a neutral place where his motions were automatic, that was until Larkin began caressing his sac.  She tenderly gripped it. 

“Don’t do that, that’s gonna make me come.”

“I want your big dick to explode inside me!” Larkin said as she increased the pressure on his sac.  Clint inhaled sharply then burst. 

Clint collapsed on top of her and Larkin poked at him.  “Let’s go to my bed where we have more room.”

Larkin ushered him up to her bedroom, where they settled on her bed. 

“Your dick is so big, may I take a picture of it?”

“I don’t know…”

“Please,” Larkin pleaded.  “I won’t show your face.  I promise.”

“You’d better not show my face,” Clint threatened.

“Or what?” Larkin teased.

“Or I’m gonna kiss your ass,” he said jokingly.

“Oh, that’s not a threat that had better be a promise.”

“It is.”

“So you’re gonna let me take it?”

“Sure.”

He splayed his legs open and adjusted his flaccid cock so that it rested against his thigh.  Larkin snapped the picture before he changed his mind.

“Thanks.”  She kissed the tip of it.  “I really enjoyed being with you.”

“I enjoyed you too.”

Larkin nestled next to him.  “Tell me about your marriage,” she said and felt Clint shrug.

“There really isn’t that much to tell.  We’ve been married for seven years and somehow we forgot why we got married.  We’re no longer connected,” Clint answered.

“Do you love her?”

“Of course I do, she’s my wife,” Clint answered.  “But I’m not in love with her.”

“Are you two getting a divorce?” she asked and Clint stiffened.

He pulled away from her.  “I don’t plan on it.  Why all the questions?”

“Just curious.  I don’t make it a practice to sleep with married men,” she lied smoothly.  “And I don’t want some crazy wife stalking me.”