X Roads of Michelle R Sweeny & ZETAZEN

Avalon couldn’t believe she was finally sitting next to her lover boy. As his sleek black Range Rover barreled down the street, her voice box wouldn’t allow her to speak. It was as if it had closed up and shut down. She wanted to speak but all she could do was peer out the window as Greg1 eased down the streets of DC.

“So what do you do for a living?” he asked. Avalon was startled by the sound of his deep booming voice. She flinched. He smiled at her. Avalon hesitated, but she made herself look at him. His soft brown eyes looked back at her. She almost thought she saw his soul. He waited patiently for her answer, but all she could think about was asking him to come inside.

“I’m sorry, say again.” Avalon said.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

Avalon smiled back, “I’m fine,” she said, but her voice was weak and faint. Avalon knew that she couldn’t ask him in because he had whats-his-face with him – Terry – since he was driving Avalon’s car directly behind them.

“Just wanted to make sure…I asked you what do you do?” he restated.

Avalon paused. “I work for the government…nothing special. What do you do?”

Greg1 then started to tell Avalon about having his own business as a consultant, but as he spoke his words Avalon didn’t care what he was saying….they didn’t have much meaning….she was too busy looking directly at his brown smooth lips as they moved. Oh my God she thought – those lips – she imagined his lips kissing her lips, sucking on her neck…making his way down to her breast and then on to the guilty pleasures in life.

Suddenly his lips stopped moving. He flashed her - the most beautiful smile showing off his pearly white teeth and at that moment Avalon snapped out it.

“Wow.” She said. She could barely muster the words to speak. He had no clue she was saying to wow to how sexy he looked in person than the pictures.

As they drove on, Avalon directed him to her house on the outskirts of DC. She lived in the suburbs where it was quiet and if you listened you could hear the trees speaking to God himself.

She didn’t want to appear as if she was staring, but she was. As he kept his eye on the road, Avalon took small and quick glimpses of him. She looked at his hands and how his shirt fit his body, and of course whether or not if the print in his pants was a sign of something large and wonderful waiting for her. She closed her eyes and allowed her nose to soak his aroma. How perfect he smelled. She wanted to nestle in close to his neck just to smell that cologne directly on his body.

They pulled up to her house. She allowed Terry to pull her car into the driveway but not the garage. She knew Greg1 was going to have to leave since he and Terry went to Club A/V in Greg1’s car.

Greg1 walked Avalon to her door step. Terry faded the background. He paced back and forth as he watched Greg1 take the girl of his dreams. He got into Greg1’s Range Rover and sat quietly as he watched in the distance at how smooth Greg1 was with the ladies. He wished he had that kind of charm.

“I think your leg will be ok.” Greg1 said as he escorted Avalon to her front door.

“I think it will too.” She said back.

Avalon opened her door and she stood there. Her eyes penetrated his eyes as she looked at him. It was like she wanted to connect with him to the deep bowels of his soul.

Greg1 pulled a business card and handed it to Avalon. “My contact numbers are on there. Call me anytime.” He said. He lightly kissed Avalon on her forehead. Avalon got a quick whiff of his cologne as he pulled back and walked away. “Take care of that leg!” he said.

And with that he turned around...and walked back to his ride. Avalon stared at his back. His walk was sophisticated. She was loving how he moved. His body was fit and Avalon wanted to run behind him and jump on his back...but instead she closed her eyes and almost fell back as she became weak in the knees. She watched them drive away.

Avalon looked down at the business card. It was black with silver writing. It simply read: John Gregory, Consultant. On the back was single phone number.

Avalon shut her door….she hobbled up to her bathroom with erect nipples and moist panties.

She was scared to call him…

To be continued…..