Succulent (Chocolate Flava 2)

The Christmas season was not a good time to be alone. I couldn’t make the trip back home to the Gulf Coast from L.A. until the week after Christmas. My close friend Erick had suggested I drive up to Oakland with him for the holidays and not spend it alone, as I had planned. After my breakup with my girlfriend back in October, he didn’t want me to be alone and feeling sorry for myself. He suggested that his stepmother’s Southern cuisine and hospitality would help get my mind off the breakup.

We arrived two days before Christmas to a quiet neighborhood of well-kept homes. His stepmother greeted us with warm hugs and graciously welcomed me into their home. His family was originally from Texas, and his stepmother was all the family he had now. His dad had died a few years earlier, from a heart attack at fifty-five, and his mother had died when he was twelve. When his dad remarried, his stepmother had raised him along with her daughter, Damara, from another marriage. Damara was a twenty-three-year-old graduate student at Stanford and was home for the holiday break. Erick and Damara’s younger brother, Kelvin, was stationed in Iraq and would not be home for the holidays.

“Jayson, make yourself at home,” his stepmother said, her Southern accent still intact. “Stay as long as you wish.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Dillard.”

She smiled. “Please, call me Linda. Mrs. Dillard makes me sound like an old lady.”

That evening Erick’s family hosted a holiday party; the other guests were some of Damara’s friends and several neighbors. All of Damara’s friends were attractive, but Damara was the stunner. She had nice, long legs and a butt that swooped out in the precise amount of curvature. There’s nothing comparable to the well-shaped butt of a black female.

Damara was charming and intelligent and she matched me wit for wit as we chatted and discussed a wide range of subjects. I enjoyed watching her sashay through the room, and I could tell she enjoyed putting on a show. My mind alternated between thoughts of holding and caressing her body and focusing on the conversation in the room. I tried to fight those thoughts and not be disrespectful to Erick and his family.

Damara helped her mother serve the assortment of holiday food and drinks. Whenever Damara came near me, she would touch my arm or shoulder, and each time, I felt something surge through my body. I couldn’t decide if it was static electricity or my own lust playing tricks on me. Each time she reached down to retrieve my plate or glass, it would put her curvaceous breasts on display. The clingy top struggled to keep her pendulous breasts in place, and I wouldn’t have complained if they had spilled out right into my hands.

I also found myself catching glimpses of her mother—a slightly older version of Damara, but with more generous curves. Linda, with her Southern charm, warm personality, and good looks, was the perfect hostess. I could imagine that in her younger days, she probably had to fight off the men wanting to jump her bones. I estimated that Linda was in her late forties, and with me being thirty-three, I was probably too old for Damara and too young for Linda. Fortunately, Erick was not aware of the interaction between Damara and me since he was too engrossed with one of the other females, who I later found out was an ex-girlfriend.

As it neared midnight, I tried to stifle my yawns, which resulted from the long drive up and from consuming multiple glasses of the rum-laced eggnog. I made a valiant effort to stay alert, but Linda finally caught on and suggested that I go to bed. I protested but she prevailed and led me downstairs to the guest room in the converted basement.

“I hope you don’t mind sleeping down here,” Erick’s mother said. “It’s quiet and you’ll have your privacy.”

As I surveyed the well-appointed bedroom, I quickly responded that it was nicer than my own bedroom. Linda laughed and gave me a quick hug before she went back upstairs.

I sprawled across the bed intending to rest my eyes for a moment before I took a shower. Just as I began to drift off to sleep, Erick stuck his head in the room and asked if I wanted to join him.

“Jayson, don’t tell me you’re wimping out on me already. We just got here.” He poked me in the side. “Roz and I are going down to a club on the waterfront. Get up.”

“Naw, man, you two go ahead. I don’t want to be a third wheel. It’s been a long day; I’ll catch you in the morning.”

“Alright, man. But tomorrow, you’re gonna hang while we’re here in Oakland. So get your rest now.”

“Cool. Catch you later.”

A few minutes later, I finally got up to take a shower. I heard a light knock on the bed

room door, and much to my delight, it was Damara.

“Just checking to see if you needed anything?”

“Thanks. I’m good and I have everything I need.” Except you, I thought. As she stood there, I noticed her beautiful languid eyes were a shade of hazel and complemented her other facial features.

“You sure? I want to make sure your stay is very pleasurable.” She stood there eyeing me, and the word pleasurable seemed to resonate through my mind.

“My stay has been great,” I responded as I flashed a smile. “Your family has been very welcoming to me.”

It was getting difficult to restrain the arousal that was forming in my pants as I scanned her body. Damara’s sexy smile was having an effect on me, and I was doing my best to respect my friend and his home.

“Good,” she replied. Just before she started to leave, she popped another question. “You didn’t want to go out with Erick?”

“Uh, no, I didn’t want to intrude on him and his date, since I would’ve been without one myself.”

“I would’ve gone out with you. I’d be good company.”

“Maybe I can take you up on that tomorrow. I was about to take a shower and call it a night.”

“Okay. If you need anything, I’m right upstairs.” She then winked at me and repeated, “Anything.”

Her wink and continued offering of assistance had gone beyond normal pleasantries. We stood there for a moment, the sexual tension growing stronger with each passing second.