Oh Lord, Help Me Keep My Panties on - By Lynda Burton Page 0,25
he stepped though the door. I could tell that Kavon was impressed with my outfit because he walked around me licking his juicy luscious lips. I invited him into the kitchen while I searched for a vase for the rose. I noticed that he was wearing sweats and another cut off top that exposed his well-defined six pack and biceps. He was truly a hot piece, and I was going to make sure I got a slice. Kavon was thirty-three years old, with a smooth bronze complexion with dark brown eyes and a bald head. He stood approximately five feet ten and about 180 pounds of muscle with a tattoo on his right shoulder and a hairy chest! He had this clean cut look about him but also displayed this “bad boy” image. Damn, all the things to make a girl like me happy. I pinched myself and chuckled. Did I just strike it rich or what? I asked myself. I found a vase in the bottom of my china cabinet and walked back into the kitchen to join Kavon. I checked on Hobbs to make sure that he was okay, refilled his water and food bowl, and walked out the door.
Kavon took me to a restaurant near Jones Beach where we ordered lobster and shrimp pasta for two along with a bottle of wine. Even though he told me that he wasn’t seeing anyone, his phone was ringing nonstop! After the sixth call, he shut off his phone or put it on vibrate. From what I could tell by his one-sided conversations, two of the calls may have been from his male friends, the other calls seem to be from females. If had to bet, they were all wondering what he was doing, who was he doing it with, and when he was going to do them. All wanting to stake a claim on his ass, and what a nice ass he had indeed! After dinner, we decided to go back to the car, get a blanket, and to sit on the beach.
Kavon told me a lot about himself that night, it was as if he wanted me to know all the dirt up front! He started off by saying that he was thirty-three years old, single, never married and had two kids. A daughter, thirteen years old, named Latrice and an eleven-year-old son named Chase. Kavon stated that he and his family migrated to the United States from Trinidad when he was fifteen years old and that he and his family moved to Brooklyn with his aunt and uncle. Being new in the neighborhood and one of the finest ones, he had girls all over the place. He met a girl named Grace and fell head over heels in love and boom, Latrice was born. Kavon stated that Grace didn’t want the baby so when his parents were able to move out of his aunt and uncle’s house and moved to Long Island, she gave him full custody of his daughter. Kavon and Chase’s mother, Karen, had a little more history. They met when he was a senior in high school and moved in with each other after graduation. Kavon said he didn’t want to go into any details about Karen on our first date. But did say that he was tired of the bullshit and left. I’m not quite sure if he got mad at himself for telling me all of his business or that he was mad about his past, but he quickly changed the subject then continued.
Kavon mentioned that he worked in Manhattan as an assistant manager for Chase Bank. My first impression of Kavon wasn’t too far off from the real deal. Kavon was a cross between a perfect gentleman, a loving father, a b-boy, and a player all rolled into one. Saying that meant that Kavon had piqued my interest. He made me curious, and made me contemplate on finding out what made him tick. Around ten-thirty, we decided to pack up and to go back to my house. After we got back to my house, I fixed drinks and a light snack. We sat on the couch and watched a movie. It was a nice feeling to sit on the couch and watch a movie in someone’s arms again. For a brief moment, I thought of Jordan and realized that he had someone to watch movies with and forced him from my thoughts. Kavon seemingly had the right chemistry that I was