“I don’t want it to stress you. If you want me to sign something saying I can’t sell my story or your story or talk about you, I will do it. Privacy is important. I get it. You hardly have any.”
“I wanted to mention it because Glynn wants it but I don’t want you to sign it. I want to tell him you said shove it up your arse.”
“I would never say that.”
“What would you say, love?”
“Probably just, hell no, with a little neck roll.”
“That’s brilliant. Hell no. I can say I presented it to you and you gave me a bloody hell no.”
“That’s me but I have a son. He’ll probably know who you are.”
They were only a few years apart in age and thinking about it made me feel weird. But I was already head over heels for Jagger and I couldn’t just take it back because he was four years older than my son.
“Huh, that’s probably true. I am quite famous.” He joked. “I can’t really stay hidden for the next few days. Can he keep secrets?”
“Ah, yes, I guess.” Teenagers had big mouths. I didn’t know if Aaron would be a blabbermouth.
“You look worried. Don’t be worried. He’ll be fine. I have a way with the younger generation. I am the younger generation.” He laughed out loud.
“Come here. Sit on my lap.” He reached one of his hands out to me.
I took the many steps across the kitchen floor and walked over to his side of the table. Jagger pushed back his chair. He pulled me down on his lap.
As soon as my ass landed in his waist I could feel his rock hard dick. It was a nice feeling being poked. He positioned me so his dick was in between my butt cheeks. I was faced toward the table. I pushed his empty plate toward the middle of the table.
Jagger put his hand under my sleep shirt. His fingers lightly clawed at my back.
“Lift up babe.”
I rose off his lap. I stood bent over the table as he pulled my shorts down my legs. I waited and when his hands lowered me back on his lap I felt the pressure of his hard smooth head fighting to enter me.
“Did you save this for me?” He asked.
I was moving as slow as a turtle lowering myself on his huge pole. If I fell down his dick would painfully rip into me. I wanted to be gently impaled.
He guided me down slowly but the fit was strained.
“I asked you a question. Did you save this for me?”
Jagger pulled my ponytail back.
“Yes.” My insides warmed. My inner walls opened. We only had a few minutes to have fun, shower and get dressed before Aaron came home from school.
I was waiting at the door when Aaron got off the school bus. I gave him another hug. I hugged him a lot. I never wanted him to feel unloved out in the streets. He was a young Black man and if something bad happened I wanted him to know and feel he was loved.
“How was school?”
“Good.” Pretty much the only thing he ever said to me after school unless there was a fight, the police were at the school, or someone was arrested or a teacher had a nervous breakdown.
“Do you have a lot of homework?”
“Nope. You still got a man in the house?”
“Yes, I do. Let’s go into your room.”
I followed my son upstairs to his cluttered bedroom. I closed the door for privacy but I knew that Jagger was in my bedroom on the phone. Now that he was back in the music world he got a lot of phone calls.
Aaron placed his dirty backpack on the bed and I refrained from saying anything or making a face. It was gross. The same backpack that sat on the floor at school shouldn’t be on the bed where you sleep but I just acted like I didn’t see it.
“Okay here’s the thing.” I grabbed a dirty t-shirt off the floor and tossed it in his hamper. Then I did the same with a pair of gym shorts.
“What’s up? You’re acting nervous.”
“Okay, so this guy. I met him in Galena. There’s a lot involved. He has a story.”
“Is he a criminal?”
“No, boy. That’s just crazy. This guy is much younger than me. Like a lot, but he’s legal. He’s not like underage or anything.”
“Okay. How old?”
“He’s twenty and will be twenty-one in November.”
“Kennedy is older than this dude.”
I’m not sure why he needed to remind me if this but Aaron spoke his mind so it was my fault for raising a kid to express his feelings.
“I know it’s messed up the age thing but he didn’t know how old I was at first and then I don’t know.” I shrugged. “He’s not your average twenty-year-old. He’s born in London. He travels a lot for his job.”
“Does he have a job?”
“Yes.”
“A good job.”
“Uh, yes.”
“Is he trying to make you his sugar mama?”
“No, ugh. No way. He makes more money than your dad. He’s not trying to get my money that I don’t have.”
“Okay, so where he at?”
“This is hard to say.”
“What’s so hard?”
“He’s kind of famous. No, he’s really famous. That’s why he came in the middle of the night like that. I didn’t even know who he was and then we started like dating and he told me.”
“This is a weird story Ma.”
“Yes, it’s weird to me too. He’s going to stay here for a few days and then fly back to London. Could you please be nice to him for me.”
“Yeah, I’m always nice. Harpo who dis man?”
“I should’ve never made
