Unlikely Couple
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What the hell am I doing? I'm closing in on my 50th birthday, and I'm actually thinking about dating a man barely older than both of my daughters, and a white man, to boot. You see, I'm a black woman, who some would call plus sized. I'm nearly 5'10" and I won't give you the satisfaction of admitting my weight.
Let me try to explain. I'm Karen Brown, I have been a widow for just over three years, after after 24 wonderful years of marriage to Louis Brown, who played professional baseball for 20 seasons. The last 16 of those seasons in Seattle. Three years ago, Louis lost his battle with brain cancer. It cut his career short, as well as his life.
We both grew up in Tyler, Texas, and couldn't wait to get out of there. Growing up, all we ever heard was Tyler was the home town of Earl Campbell, the best running back ever to come out of this area, if not the entire state of Texas.
Louis and I went to the same high school, with him being three years ahead of me. I knew from the first time I saw him, both in class and on the baseball field, that he was the man for me.
It took until my senior year, and his third season in the minor leagues, for him and I to finally start dating. Oh, be sure there were many others in my school who wanted to date me, but mostly, what they wanted was to get into my panties.
Each fall, when baseball season ended, and he came back to town, we would start dating. He turned out to be the most romantic, kind man I'd ever known. For two years, we dated, with our time limited to the off season. When he made the major leagues, he played for the Texas Rangers, so he wasn't that far from me.
It was at the end of his second season, we got married, at our little church, in Tyler. My parents were ecstatic, as my older brother was living in St. Louis, with his wife and two children.
Let me tell you a little about Louis. We couldn't have been more opposite. Where I was considered chunky, he was 6'3" and didn't weigh an ounce over 170. But, he could hit a baseball. For average, as well as for power.
Signing with the Texas Rangers right out of high school, he quickly made his way to the Majors. We married just as he was promoted to the big leagues.
Two years later, our daughter, Kathy was born. 18 months later, Andrea joined out family. Louis was so proud of his little girls, to the point of telling his teammates, they would be the first girls to play in the major leagues.
It was at the end of his fourth season, he was having problems with the Manager, and the team traded him to Seattle. At first, Louis was pissed, saying all it did in Seattle was rain. In fact, it turned out to be the best move in our lives.
Not only did we learn to love Seattle's weather, his career blossomed. The city fell in love with him, as much as we fell in love with the area.
Our girls thrived in the suburban school district we lived in. No, neither of them played softball, or any other sport. Dad got over the lack of sports activities, as soon as he saw the straight A report cards.
As his salary grew, we both sat down with a financial adviser, and started planning for our future, knowing baseball wouldn't last forever.
With Louis concentrating on his career, I was in charge of our family's finances. I did my research, and let our advisor, Henry Robbins, guide us to financial security.
Fast forward to the fateful year that led to the end of our marriage. In Spring Training, Louis started seeing double. At first, he just said that he was getting old, and maybe needed glasses.
His first visit to an eye specialist, found it wasn't his age, but a 'spot' behind one eye. After consulting with more specialized doctors at the Seattle Cancer Care Alliance, a world class facility, they found a tumor right above his eye, in his brain.
For the next two years, he fought a brave fight. He walked both our daughters down the aisle. He saw our first grandchild born. And, he never once complained.
We all knew the enormous amount of pain he was in, but he never let us know how he suffered. His smile would return with our grandson bouncing on his knee.
It was just ten days after our second grandson was born that his body just gave up. We had long before decided he would be buried in our adopted city, in the same cemetery as many notables, such as Bruce Lee.
His funeral was one of the largest Seattle had seen for quite some time. Major League Baseball was well represented, with players from many teams attending.
Standing right behind us was our financial advisor, Henry and his family. His son, Michael, came over to our family and told us all how sorry his family was. I didn't even realize how old Michael was, still thinking of him as a toddler, we knew as a child, with our girls. I had to remember our girls were both married.
Over the next two plus years, I managed to keep living, like Louis had wanted me to. I did, however refrain from dating, knowing what most of the offers I was receiving wanted. Once, or twice, I went on dates, only to end up telling these money hungry leachers to back off.
I couldn't believe some of these men, in their 50's, had their hands all over my body, as soon as we were alone. After a few of these encounters, I finally decided to stop dating, altogether. Both my daughters tried telling me not to give up, but when I told them some of the shit I had happen, they sort of agreed.
Over this two plus year period, they would accompany me to the financial guy's office. They both, with their husbands, let Michael help with their own finances. Once, when we were all leaving, Kathy said, sort of off handedly, "if I weren't happily married, I'd jump that man's bones!"
Hearing that, I turned beet red.
When Andrea echoed her sister's comment, I just stared at both of them.
"You two are crazy," I told them both.
"Mom, haven't you ever seen that man's crotch, with that piece of kosher meat?"
"Are you telling me you're a crotch watcher?"
"Mom, some of the pants he wears are a bit tight, besides, if he's showing, I'm looking!"
Getting back to our cars, I finally remembered his father inviting us to the boy's Bar Mitzvah. I thought it was just a short time ago, but I did some figuring, and realized it was 14 years ago, and Michael was now just 27. Even thinking about this made me feel like a cradle thief.
As January rolled around, I got the phone call of a lifetime. When I saw the caller ID, and it said, BBWA, I sort of knew what was happening. Louis had been voted into the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Hearing the committee chair telling me this, I couldn't stop crying, as well as thanking them. Within minutes, the local media, plus the Mariner's owners were on the phone to me. I literally didn't know whether to shit, or go blind.
My girls, sons-in-law, and grandkids were all at my house, for dinner. I just sat back, listening to them talk about our trip back to Cooperstown, for the ceremony, this coming August.
The very first call I got the following morning was from Michael Robbins, telling me how proud his parents were, also how honored he was just knowing him.
As we talked for another few minutes, I just felt comfortable talking with this fine, young man.
Over the next few months, we met several times, with him telling me about some changes to my portfolio, and explaining these changes, in depth.
On a sunny, Spring afternoon, out of the blue, Michael quietly asked if I would have dinner with him, one night. I was sort of stunned, but told him I'd check my calendar, and get back to him. Getting up, when our meeting finished, he leaned over, whispering that he hoped I had a free evening, and lightly kissed my cheek.
Oh, my God, just that little brush of his lips on my cheek, sent my blood pressure upwards. As he held the door for me, I thanked him for the invite, and left, on shaky legs.
When I got back home, I called both my girls and told them what transpired. After calming them both down, telling them he didn't invite me to bed, only dinner, we all started listing the pros and cons.
"He's white," I said.
"So what?" I heard in stereo.
"He's barely older than you both," I countered.
"He looks older," Kathy interjected.
"Girls, he barely shaves!"
They both had to admit I was right about his baby face, and even though he was over 6 feet tall, and a good 180 or 185, he still had that baby face. Cute, but young looking.
It took three more days for me to finally text him my yes, and told him Saturday would be fine.
"God, what have I done?"
When he picked me up, that Saturday, he gave me a nice hug, and another light kiss. This one on my lips. Wow, did that feel nice. It was all I could do to stop myself from dragging him into my front room and jump his sexy bones.
Driving to dinner, he very quietly told me his parents were not overly thrilled. Was it because I was older and black? Nope. It was because I wasn't Jewish. His older sister's husband was Jewish, and their two kids were being raised that, too.
I do have to admit that dinner went far better than I ever would have imagined. Getting up to leave, and helping me on with my coat, he whispered in my ear. "I don't expect to be invited in for a nightcap, and I'm OK with that."
"What if I'm not OK with you declining," I said, with my head on his shoulder.
Standing next to his car, he took my face in both hands and gave me the nicest kiss I'd had in all the time since my love had passed away.
"Jesus, Mike, we'd best get going before I do something in this parking lot that just might embarrass us, both."
One more very deep kiss, with his hands holding onto my behind, and holding me close enough to feel his growing bulge.
"If you promise to behave, I might be tempted to invite you in for a nightcap," I breathed.
"And if I don't behave?" he grinned.
I had a pretty good idea what just might happen. With a white man young enough to be my son, no less.
By the time we arrived at my house, my entire body was shaking like a wind blown tree. I truly needed his strong hands helping me out of his car. Again, he kissed me, this time with his tongue doing a bit of jousting with mine. Fuck me, my toes were tingling. And that wasn't the only part of my body that was tingling.
It took two or three steps into my front room, when my coat was tossed aside. His hands had a very nice grip on my curvaceous buns, and his even harder bulge was pressed up against its eventual target.
I just turned, and led him upstairs to my bedroom. A bedroom that had been empty for far too long.
Without a word being spoken, my trembling hands tried unbuttoning his shirt, without success. His hands were very successful freeing me from my blouse.
Unhooking my bra, I tried covering my breasts, when he gently moved my arms away, just mouthing the word, beautiful. When he leaned down, taking one engorged nipple in his mouth, I had to hang on, for fear of falling over.
By body was on fire. We eased ourselves onto my bed, with him lowering both his briefs and my dripping wet panties. Even in the dark, I could feel his size. I silently prayed I was ready for the first cock, beside my husband's in many, many years.
Rolling me onto my back, he gently rubbed his manhood up and down my slit. I was so ready, I almost cried. And when his cock slid inside my body, I just started shaking, over and over.
Kissing each nipple, very softly, I whispered in his ear, "faster, if you know what's good for you."
My God, could he fuck! For what seemed like hours, he thrusted deep inside my very core. Just when my third, or fourth orgasm wracked my body, I felt his offering erupt deep inside my pussy.
"Hold me, please, Michael, just hold me."
"My pleasure, my dear Karen."
He did hand me some tissues so I wouldn't leak all over where we would try to get some sleep.
When we both finished our clean up, we just laid next to each other, looking into our eyes.
"You're my first, Michael, I want you to know. White man, I mean."
"I hope you'll want an encore," he said, grinning like the cat who caught the canary.
"Let's just rest, and talk about what just happened, OK?"
He just nodded his head, with one hand softly massaging my breast, causing my blood to start rising, again.
"Easy, cowboy, you don't want this old lady to wear out so fast," I grinned.
"I want you to know, I don't think of you as an old lady," he told me.
"You know I have grandchildren, don't you?"
"So?"
I just buried my head in his neck and relished the feel of his hands softly caressing my boobs. With one hand, he started down my body, making my skin feel like it was on fire. When he got to my mound, I just opened my legs like the woman in need, that I was.
His mouth soon followed his hand, as I braced for something I hadn't had done to me in many years. When his kisses reached my bush, I was quivering with anticipation. When his moist tongue touched my lips I gasped, but I held his head in place. As he nibbled my clit, I nearly exploded. As he continued, I felt two fingers enter where his cock had just been.
I reached over, taking his already stiff cock in my mouth, licking the head like a lolly pop. A third finger found its way inside my soaking wet pussy.
Just as I thought nothing could get better, he took his fingers out of my pussy, and very gently pushed one inside my behind.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Michael, fuck me!"
He then rolled onto his back, and moved me right on top of him, impaling me on his rock hard manhood. With my boobs bouncing right over him, he took one nipple in his mouth, inhaling it, making my entire body shake. The more his thrusting continued, the more my body shook. Just when I thought my body couldn't take any more, I came harder than I could ever remember. Along with my earth changing orgasm, he let loose another stream after stream of white hot cum.
Trying to catch my breath, I just stared into his dark blue eyes, and whispered, "fantastic!"
When I felt his offering start leaking out of my very satisfied pussy, I started to get up, telling him I didn't want him to get covered by his own stuff.
He just held me, gently, when I realized I was softly crying. Michael just held me, lovingly.
"I hope those are tears of joy, my dear Karen."
"They are, believe me, but I have a lot of emotions I have to deal with, and reconcile."
"Can I help?"
Kissing him softly on his lips, I told him tomorrow is another day.
After a well deserved shower, we fell into bed. As we were cuddling, I felt him getting hard, again, so I whispered, "not in this lifetime, Tarzan, do you want to cripple me?"
Smiling, we rolled to our own sides of the bed and fell asleep. Once, when I felt my body right next to him, I made a conscious decision not to wake him. God knows how badly I wanted to.
Just an hour or so later, I felt him right next to me. My lord, he was hard as a rock, pressing up against my backside. When his hand cupped my breast, I almost came, right then.
I wiggled my rear, just an inch, or two, which I hoped signaled my acceptance. His fingers started rolling my now rock hard nipple, and he started nibbling at one ear. I was a goner. As he started running his hand up and down my side, I reached back, touching the tip of his rock hard sex.
As his kisses went from my breast to my tummy, and farther down to my mound, I started slowly rubbing his cock. I rolled over, facing him, to be greeted by his very warm kisses. I raised one leg, allowing his manhood into the target we both wanted.
Oh, fuck me, he was fucking me slowly, laying on our sides. He whispered in my ear to move to another position. On all fours, he moved behind me, with my head on the pillow, and his hands on my hips. As he started picking up his pace, he took one thumb and after wetting it, slowly inserted it into my behind. My God, that felt good.
After what seemed like an eternity, maybe 15 or 20 minutes, I felt him tense up and unleash another torrent of hot baby making stuff. I was both physically and mentally exhausted.
After yet another cleanup, I had to tell him, enough, is enough. With just one or two more deep kisses, we finally went to sleep. For the rest of the night.
When I finally woke up, he was just laying on his side, grinning at me.
"Hello, Miss sleepy head!"
"Hello, yourself, Mr. big shot."
"Can I make us some breakfast?"
"Not yet, Michael, I think we need to have a discussion about us."
"OK, whatever you want, your wish is my command."
After our morning clean up, we went into her kitchen, just to talk, and have some coffee.
Taking his hands in mine, I started slowly.
"Michael, I want you to know just how much I truly loved our escapades, last night. And in the middle of the night."
Stopping to catch my breath, I continued.
"I hope you don't think, if we do continue seeing each other, we are doing that, every night!"
"Can I ask if you want to continue seeing me, Karen?"
"Against my initial concerns, I think I really do. With that being said, we do have many things to discuss, don't we?"
"Yes, and please let me start. Ever since you and Louis brought your two kids to my Bar Mitzvah, I've been silently in love with you. I never wished any harm to come to your husband, and I wouldn't want anyone to think I'm trying to replace him. I hope I'm expressing myself clearly."
"I hope you know, before I make any major decision, I need to talk with my family."
Getting up, I led Michael to the front door, and let him take me in his loving arms and give me yet another scorching kiss.
"Call me, please, either way, after you talk with your kids. I think you should know, my love for you isn't so silent, anymore."
With that, he was out the door. My panties weren't the only wet things on my body, as tears were starting in both eyes. I just hugged myself, and made my way to the phone. I needed to talk with my family.
The entire next day, my girls, their husbands and I talked. I told them most of what transpired between Michael and me, and none of them thought any the worse of me. Both girls actually thought I'd never be in that situation, ever again. They were excited that this had happened. The fact that Michael was their own age bothered them, just a little, and none of them were concerned about him being white.
All during our talking, I did have to take time to play with my four grandkids.
The following day, I was too emotionally wiped to get together with Michael. I did text him, asking him for dinner, the next evening.
He fully understood, and told me he was looking forward to dinner. What he wasn't aware of, yet, was all the rest of what we discussed, long into the evening.
Greeting my love at the door with a more than casual kiss, I just clung to his neck, returning his kiss, and allowed his hands to hold onto my butt.
"Let's sit and talk, please," I said, wondering where I should start.
I could see just how nervous he was, so I started talking.
"Mike, I want you to know just how much my family adores you. Not as much as I do, but quite a lot."
Taking a hugh sigh, I continued.
"We need to discuss several things. First, we want you to come to Cooperstown, with us, this August."
"Oh, Karen, that's for your family. Oh, shit, is that your way of telling me you want me to be part of your family?"
I just nodded, and continued.
"When I asked them what they thought of you coming with us, they all said you belonged with us, celebrating Louis's induction."
"Second, they are all coming over to join us tonight, so act surprised, please."r"
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