blkdragon

grounded
2007-02-08 02:46:47 (UTC)

Weeks end well

2/5--2:37AM—I just got back from taking Charlotte home; an
hour and a half ago. The weekend was interesting, lovely and
very comfortable; we did a lot of laughing, a lot of talking
and a fair share of loving. We were very hungry when we
arrived at my place, I was too tired to use a microwave, we
went out for food; Charlotte didn’t like the sausage in her
pasta and my Calzone was big enough to feed me for the next
three days.
We were getting the strangest looks from everyone that came
near, I imagine they were asking themselves what this
gorgeous woman was doing with me, if they’d asked her she
would have told them. We returned to the apartment, after
waiting longer than I cared to wait for food, we ate and
talked; then we watched a bit of television and realized
that we were too tired for that, so we prepared to go to bed.
My phone rang, as I undressed, I picked it up and realized
that it was Bea; how is that for irony? I thought about
turning the phone off, I wasn’t in the mood to be disturbed
this weekend, I changed my mind; I didn’t have to answer any
calls that I didn’t want. When Bea called, I reacted with
incredulity and Charlotte asked what was wrong, I told her
that Bea had just called; she left v/m that I refused to
listen to that night. I told Charlotte that the weekend
belonged to her alone and I meant it, she accepted my Son’s
insistence, they actually got along very well; Charles
couldn’t stop giving me the thumbs-up.
Charlotte noticed Charles watching her closely, he thought
she was hot and he watched our interactions, he’d never seen
me so at ease with a woman before; he’d never seen a woman
cater to me or me cater to a woman before. Charlotte and I
did for each other without a thought, we enjoy pleasing one
another, she makes a point of touching me when I pass her or
kissing me without reservation; anywhere and everywhere we
are. When I sit with her, I might massage her feet or legs.
There is no time when we’re near one another that we don’t
reach out to touch, to pull close and snuggle; check that
word out. Snuggle, cuddle, we do a lot of that and I realize
that I greatly enjoy her touch. There are things about
Charlotte that I don’t love, I would only assist her if she
chose to change them, she has no room in her home to
exercise; she’s carrying extra weight and doesn’t like it.
We’ve accused each other of not taking enough time to care
for ourselves; I told Charlotte that’s why we have each
other. If we get to the point where we’re closer and able to
spend a great deal of time with one another we’ll work on
slimming and toning each other, I’d rather do my work out
with a partner, preferably my woman and her Daughter could
use some help slimming down.
I noticed that Charlotte (the Daughter) seemed more mature
than the last time I saw her, the brain teaser I left for
her was no match for her problem solving skills, she wasn’t
able to put the pieces back together; but I was truly
impressed. We found out Charlotte’s success when her Mother
called home, I decided to bring the most difficult teaser to
her when I brought Mummy home, that’s what both Charlotte’s
call their Mother’s.
Charlotte won Charles over immediately, she tried to tread
lightly with him, she’d eventually give him money and even
though I didn’t like it; I loved her heart. Charlotte
understands what I’m trying to do with my Son, I’d
originally planned to put him in a Motel room for the
weekend and the cost was too high; $60-75 per night.
Charlotte told me the cost was normal, she also suggested
that I pay for the room, I told her that neither of us would
pay for that room; if I hadn’t said “us”, she would have
asked to pay for it. I was not about to allow my Son an
opportunity to start using Charlotte, she sees in Charles
what she sees in her Daughter, both of our children have had
hard lives; life is actually hard for us all and we need to
learn to live with the difficulties.
I’d heard the two of them bonding while I showered, the
sound of them forging a bond swelled my heart, Charles needs
love and Charlotte gives without effort; she’s easy to talk
to and be with.
As we prepared to retire for the night, (Friday) I asked
Charlotte if Bea’s call bothered her, she said that it
didn’t and I believed her, she’s not readily intimidated by
other women; unless the woman is (aggressively) pursuing her
man and it’s the man’s responsibility to put an end to that.
I knew that Charlotte was going to want to be pleased, what
I didn’t know was that she wouldn’t ask me to wear a condom,
I would ask her (later) about the possibility of getting
pregnant and she told me the thought was vaguely in her mind
at the time; the only thing she was concerned with was
pleasing and being pleased. Only her man can make love to
her without protection, if he isn’t enough for her she’ll
satisfy her needs elsewhere and eventually he becomes a memory.
We’d end a deep breathing session without Charlotte
achieving the orgasm she longed for, I felt bad and reminded
her that I’d just driven 6 hours with a damaged hand, she
wasn’t chastising and was more than willing to finish the
task herself; I wouldn’t allow that and proceeded to assist
her in finishing what we’d started.
Charlotte was concerned with her menstruations and whether
that was a problem for me, my only concern was pleasing her
and I was willing to do whatever it took for her to be
satiated, we succeeded in our mission and she retired to the
recess of my body for the night.
When we woke the next morning, I wondered how we’d start our
day, I came out of the bedroom to find Charles and he’d be
leaving soon; I escorted Charlotte to the bathroom and would
later introduce the two of them.
Charles would later ask me for $ and the fun would begin,
Charlotte would look at me as though I should just give him
what he wanted, I went to get all the money I had in the
house ($8) and I asked Charlotte to give me $5; she returned
and gave Charles a ten. I looked at Charlotte out of the
corner of my eye and she smiled at me, “I didn’t have
anything smaller than that”, she thought I’d be angry;
“really!”
After saying good morning, I asked Charles if he still had a
job, his answer was vague enough for me to doubt that he
did; I told him that he needed to get up and start a hunt. I
turned to Charles (after he got the money from us) and told
him that the money had better last him for the weekend, he
left the apartment and headed to the shelter his Mother’s
in, she’d give him the W-2 she had and a silver lizard; I’m
of the opinion that the lizard was for me. I imagined
Charles told her that Charlotte was with me.
I took Charlotte to Villa Italia, we got desert and had
planned to eat it later that night, a slice of 7-layer
chocolate cake and strawberry gelato; she loved them both.
Before we left to return to Massachusetts, Charlotte would
feed some of the cake to me, she watched me opening my mouth
intently; opening hers at the same time. I got a kick out of
watching Charlotte watching me; she was like a Mother
feeding her young. Charlotte would observe how I took the
portion off the fork, as though she was getting as much
enjoyment out of watching me eat as she got eating it herself.
After we got out of bed, Saturday afternoon, I called
Sheridan and Anne; we’d decided to meet at Jillian’s at 9.
Charlotte had dressed in a brown pin-stripe skirt with a
cream colored blouse, she wore a matching vest over the
blouse, when she put her shoes on; the sight caught my
breath. I looked at her and “Damn” escaped my lips before I
could stop it, she kissed me and started laughing, “You like
this huh?” “Oh yeah”, I said, absentmindedly; Charlotte
smiled and went into the bathroom to finish her preparations.
I checked the time and told her that we had to leave
shortly, Sheridan is a stickler for punctuality, he doesn’t
like to wait for anyone and I’d already had him wait for me
the day before; I was sure he’d be on time at Jillian’s.
Charlotte came out of the bathroom and hugged me, can’t seem
to get enough of that and we headed to the car, it seemed we
were going to be late anyway.
I made it downtown and found a parking space two short
blocks behind the club, I parked and turned to look at this
beautiful woman with me, I smiled and just took in the sight
of her. “What,” she said, “I can’t look at you enough to
satisfy me;” I told her and she kissed me with a smile. I
went around to her door and helped her out, we headed up the
icy hill; I held onto Charlotte carefully. I called Sheridan
and was happy to find that we made it there before them, we
got balls for the pool table and went to the back room, all
heads turned as we passed; her legs and that ass were
talking, I was happy that I’d be the only one allowed to
respond.
Charlotte and I got to shoot alone for a while, even the
women were checking her out, she’d prove to be decent on the
table; with a bit of practice she could be formidable.
Sheridan and Anne arrived shortly afterwards, he came into
the room as though on a mission, pool cues in individual
cases; I thought I was about to engage in a gunfight. I
laughed and discussed the entrance with Charlotte, she
agreed with me, they put their things down and got out of
their coats; I introduced everyone and we got down to shooting.
I’d told Charlotte that I’m very competitive, even though I
don’t really care whether I win or not, I don’t play
anything to lose; not even with my women. I was just letting
her know that I wouldn’t throw a game for her, when she and
I played we were learning and having fun, she wanted to get
serious because she misunderstood what I said; I wasn’t
competing with her tonight.
She would break the first rack, Sheridan and Anne were
serious about winning, Anne was the real shooter; Sheridan
was learning. Neither of them had ever seen my game and I
hadn’t played in years, Charlotte was a bit nervous, she
thought I was concerned about the outcome of the games we’d
play and I wasn’t; I was just happy she was with me.
She’d comment later on how serious I appeared for every
shot, I focus everything on what I’m doing at the time, this
game wouldn’t prove to be any different; Sheridan and Anne
also noticed my concentration. I thought I’d overheard them
remarking that perhaps Charlotte was a ringer, a real
shooter, she wasn’t; I would be the shooter they’d need to
worry about.
Occasionally both Sheridan and Anne would forget which balls
they were shooting, it didn’t matter, they were slated to
lose tonight; I would find myself on fire and Charlotte
would take up my slack. We didn’t lose a game, Anne would
eventually put one of our balls in the pocket and decide she
didn’t want to shoot anymore, I’d noticed that they weren’t
very receptive to Charlotte; at first. I tried to make
everyone comfortable; Charlotte was happy to be with me and
didn’t care how anyone felt about it. She told me that she
was hungry and I thought she and Anne could go up front for
hors d’oeuvres, while Sheridan and I finished the game, it
didn’t seem as though Anne wanted to be left alone with
Charlotte and we decided we’d all get a booth when the game
was over.
Sheridan and Anne seemed to hurry to the booth, I grabbed
Charlotte’s things and her hand and we went to pay for the
games, we joined Sheridan and Anne at the booth. I noticed
that women were coming to stand near Charlotte and I, I got
the impression that they were on display and I could care
less, there was no one I’d rather be with than Charlotte.
We sat and ordered, Sheridan and Anne always seem to be
ready to devour everything in sight, Charlotte just wanted
something to make her stomach quiet down; I didn’t care
about food at all. I was going to share a meal with
Charlotte; I didn’t want to waste money or food and knew
that I wasn’t hungry enough for anything on the menu larger
than an appetizer. We ordered and listened to the band that
was playing that night, they were actually very good, I
noticed that most of the people were making a point of
watching Charlotte and she would later mention noticing it
as well.
A young giant was very intoxicated and began making a scene,
I’d imagined that the scene would make its way near us and
didn’t want Charlotte to have to deal with any of the
fallout. I was wondering if the bouncers were prepared to do
what it took to keep this man from hurting people, he was
massive; I turned in my seat to stay aware of the situation.
Security approached the man and he seemed to be shaking them
off and not taking them seriously, I thought that the only
way they could get a handle on things was to knock the man
out, I’d already decided what I’d do if he got too close, I
had no problem making him go to sleep.
When I turned back to the scene, I was surprised that
someone in security actually understood the gravity and put
the man out of everyone’s misery, I noted that each member
had a limb in hand and they were carrying the man out of the
building. Our food arrived and Anne tried to get Charlotte
to eat some of the Nachos, she didn’t want any and Anne
didn’t seem to get the point quickly enough. When the meal
arrived, Sheridan attacked his with intensity, these were
large servings; Charlotte didn’t finish her Steak and
Cheese, nor did I finish my Potato Skins.
We went upstairs to the club, had to check our coats and I’m
sure there was a group at the bottom of the stairs to watch
Charlotte climb, she reached behind her to grab my hand and
I followed. The club sucked, the music sucked and the people
sucked, I told Charlotte that the only way I could dance to
what I was hearing was to be high on drugs; we’d eventually
dance to a couple of cuts. Anne saw a relative in the club
and decided she needed to get out of there and the night was
over, I was happy to leave. As we were outside and parting,
something about what and how we said good night didn’t sit
well with me and I can’t (for the life of me) remember what
it was, I can only recall the feeling I got and I don’t
believe they accepted Charlotte; don’t believe for a moment
that I cared.
I make the choices in my life and if they don’t care for
Charlotte, that’s their problem, it won’t change a thing, I
invited them to join us to introduce them to someone
important to me; they didn’t seem to make Charlotte welcome
and that may spell change for us.
I’d gotten a text message from Pretty, while with Charlotte,
she was just saying hi. She’s since messaged me with concern
for my money situation, I told her that even though I have
yet to receive the check, I’m ok; I told Charlotte about
Pretty’s offer of assistance.
I think we discussed the night and Charlotte believed that
Sheridan and Anne felt their relationship with me might be
in jeopardy, Charlotte’s not that kind of person and yes I
would be spending more time with Charlotte, she doesn’t mind
sharing me with them; why should they mind?
We came home and went straight to bed, she donned her night
clothes, a baby blue something with lace; she was driving me
knutts and I was cracking. Sleep came much later than I’d
planned and I would help her put that lace thing back on, I
went to sleep smelling her hair.
The following day would be full of questions, where would we
be watching the Super Bowl, when should we begin the return
drive to Massachusetts and when would I return for her? We
decided we’d head back early, I’d catch the half-time show
and watch a bit of the game with her; then I’d return home.
First we’d return to bed and try to make up for time we were
going to lose together, the love we made had to last for a
while, we’d find ourselves laughing at the way we were
panting; we’d put in work. We got out of bed and began
getting Charlotte’s things together, she asked if she should
leave some of her toiletries and I told her of course.
I wanted to make sure the return trip didn’t mirror the
last, we wouldn’t be quiet or sad, I found myself singing
love songs to her and letting her know that what came from
my lips could be found in my heart; I think Charlotte likes
my singing voice and it’s nowhere near what it once was.
We were watching the game when her Daughter returned home,
we said hello to one another and I asked her to show me how
she did the “teaser”. Charlotte (younger) had to look for
the box and she gave it to her Mother, Charlotte (Mother)
took the piece out of the box and took it apart, she’d had
it in her hands when I came for her. I pulled the new piece
out of my pocket and gave it to the younger Charlotte, it
was time for her to go to bed, she had school in the morning
and she wanted to spend some time with us; I’m hoping
there’ll be plenty of time for that in the (not too distant)
future.
Charlotte (younger) sat for a moment and I talked to her
about the piece I’d just given her, I took it apart and put
it back together, she looked amazed and I gave it to her;
“when I see you next you can show me how you’ve done”.
Charlotte was reminding her Daughter that she had school,
the younger rose to leave, stopped (having a second thought)
and returned to give me a hug; when she opened her arms and
leaned to me I was shocked. “Thank you Charles and
goodnight”, “Oh wow, goodnight Charlotte”; I said and turned
to look at her Mother.
I’m not sure Charlotte gave her Mother a hug, they said
goodnight to one another and the younger slowly climbed the
stairs, she continued looking in our direction. I’d have to
use the bathroom and asked Charlotte to take me upstairs,
she told me that I knew where the bathroom was, I told her
that her Daughter was upstairs and I wasn’t about to go up
there alone; she walked me up. I came out of the bathroom,
Charlotte reached for my hand and I told her I had to ask
her Daughter something, I asked her to see if Charlotte had
any clothes on; she looked in the room and told me to ask my
question.
I peeked into the room and asked Charlotte if I could take
her Mother out again, I’d now surprised her, “what;” she
said. I repeated the question and Charlotte looked puzzled
for a moment, she then said yes; I thanked her and said
goodnight again. I stepped away from the door and smiled at
Charlotte, she was also smiling at me; I’d tell her
downstairs that asking her Daughter’s permission was
mandatory. I wanted the younger Charlotte to know that her
opinions and decisions would always be important to me.
I snuggled with Charlotte a while longer and made ready to
leave, she walked me to the door and told me to make sure to
call her when I got home, I told her that she’d be sleeping
by that time and she told me to call anyway and leave a
message; she’d see that I’d called in the morning and know
that I was safe. The drive home was quicker than ever, there
was no traffic to speak of and I arrived in New York without
incident. While heading to my new city, a car behind me
flashed it’s high beams, I was in the passing lane and
changed to the slower lane for the driver to pass; it was a
State Trooper and he was doing about 90mph. There’d been a
car that had passed me earlier, it was farther down the
highway and the Trooper put on his flashing lights to pull
the car to the side of the road, the Trooper seemed to have
thrown his door open and I glanced at the cars as I passed;
I imagined the driver would be getting arrested. A lot of
drug trafficking from the City is being closely watched
these days. I got home, made myself something to eat and
went to bed with my clothes on, I did find myself sniffing
for traces of Charlotte and then I fell asleep.
I had a fairly humorous dream Monday morning, I lived in a
decent neighborhood, owned my own home and came outside to
find a couple of guys camped on my lawn; I asked them to
move on and that’s when the fun started. There were other
players in the dream and my memory is sporadically sketchy
right now, what stands out is the fact that the dream was
amusing.
I’d expected to smell spoors of Charlotte throughout my
home, I even hoped to go to bed smelling her on the sheets,
she called me a minute ago and mentioned that I would roll
over and find her not there. Charlotte also mentioned that
anyone seeing her in my home would wonder what drug I’d
given her to make it so easy for her to sleep, she doesn’t
sleep well in her own home, she mentioned her vacation ideas
with me; I suggested the possibility of taking mine with her
and we’re mulling over the idea.
She called while I was visiting my Godson tonight, she was
upset and just wanted to hear my voice, then she said she’d
let me go and call back; I didn’t let her hang up. We spoke
for a bit and I told her that I’d call her when I got home,
I left Von’s home in a rush and called Charlotte upon
entering my apartment; she was doing housework and seemed to
be in better spirits.
I kidded her and asked if she wanted me to come help her
tackle her house, she informed me that she was no longer
menstruating and the only thing that would get tackled is
me, that got her laughing and that’s all I wanted. She told
her Cousin that I was on my way there, Carianne asked that I
not wake her when I came in and Charlotte told her that I’d
gotten out of bed without her knowing that I was gone; she
was helping Carianne understand that I’m only heard if I
choose to be.
I felt good that Charlotte thinks of me when she’s unhappy,
I feel good that she thinks of me when she’s happy, hell; I
feel good when she thinks of me and told her so. She asked
if I’d eaten and I had to give it thought, I couldn’t
remember and she chided me about taking care of myself, my
best case scenario is us taking care of one another. I told
Charlotte that love is a garden to be tended with care,
we’re tending that garden.




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