he walked across a concrete apron that slippeddescended to meet the asphalt street and spanned the mouththe threshold of an alleyway fixed to the west by an uninspired painted concrete block commercial building and east by a line of young trees which delineated the business park property from the Church of Christs graveled parking lot compound and open grass field

the wind swept south anointing him with its breath and the freshfallen leaves from maples plums aspens and sycamores  they spun across his path and gently pelted his feet and legs caressing himhe imagined  as an old woman might who hadnt made love in a long time and was unsure how to touch him

Hey baby he mused aint nobody so old that theyve forgotten how to ride that bicycle

she cringed  No. Not since my husband died. And that’s been a long time.

Then you were uninterested in men  His death stole life from you

No, no. I was fortysix. My children were grown; they were off living their lives. However what they said, how they acted, made me feel as if I were to go out with other men I’d be tarnishing their father’s memory.

Did they say as much

No, not outright. They hinted. Their father, they knew, left me without any need or want; he left me with generous resources, the house was paid for. They urged me to remain in church, to donate my time to the disadvantaged, the needy.

Maybe they thought you owed him  And maybe they didnt recognise you were a woman

My children, as we raised them, are devout. They believe the church could sustain me, provide for my needs.

Are your children selfish  That seems selfish to meto assume what someone else might need To assume for their mother As if you hadnt a brain in your head A heart beating in your chest

No, theyre not selfish.

If your children dictate to you for their comfort I have to disagree

No. My children care, they care. My husband provided for them too, they’re secure.

Okay  I wont press the point   Are your children in relationships

My daughter is married. One of my sons is married, the other is in a long relationship.

And your husband is dead

My husband is dead.

Well as I said we dont forget how to ride that bicycle

he took her to bed

                        afterwards she told him that was the first time she ever took a mans penis into her mouth

gently he remarked The first time ever

Then youre a natural baby

But lets call it what it is

What it is?

Yes

What is it?

Its a blowjob giving head

That’s a blowjob? I’ve always wondered what a blowjob was. Huh.

she smiled It was nice what you did between my legs.

You have a nice pussy  Tasty too

she blushedshe smiled bigshe didnt cover her mouth  then she snatched the pillow from out behind her head and covered her face

he wanted to kiss her

she kept saying No through the pillow

Alright alright  Then you leave me no choice

a muffled No! came through the pillow  No!

he went down on her

No!  No! she wiggled her hips  No!   Yes.  Yes. Ohyes. Yes. 

                                                            he couldnt hear her anyways she had him my his ears then his hair his ears his hair

she almost busted his lip

he figured now shed be alright    

screw her kids 

if she wanted  the world could be her oyster

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