Flynn Floored

It was a Saturday afternoon and Flynn was at an outdoor concert with his niece, Lilia and her best friend, Rea. Lilia’s mother had begged him to take them to the concert as their chaperone because she couldn’t go and her husband was away on business. So, against his will, he agreed. He picked Lilia up first and then, Rea.

They arrived about ten minutes before the concert and already he wanted to leave. The place was crowded with teenagers and millennials. Flynn made sure that they stayed close to him. The last thing he needed was for them to be separated in that mob.

Suddenly there were excited squeals and when he looked, he saw a young woman in her early twenties step out on the stage and began to prance about, her arms in the air, encouraging to the crowd to groove to the music which was loud and jarring to his ears. On her left were six very energetic teenage girls.

He watched as these girls dressed in either white tank tops with baggy jeans danced to the music in a sexually provocative manner which involved thrusting hip movements and squatting. He was disgusted. He glanced at Rea who was looking at him. She looked uncomfortable.

“What the hell are they doing?” he demanded.

“Twerking,” she replied.

“Twerking?”

“Yes. I guess you’ve never heard of twerking teens and baggy jeans.”

“No!” He grabbed Lilia by the arm and when she glanced up at him, he muttered tersely, “We’re leaving.”

“Why?” she wailed. “The real concert hasn’t even began as yet. I came to see The Tarantulas, not Vesper Jones. She’s just the opening number.”

“I don’t care. I’ve had enough of this vulgarity. Now, let’s go.”

She had no choice but to go with him, the firm grip on her arm brooked no argument. On the ride home, she was sullen. She said goodnight to Rea before she got out of the car and slammed the door. He went inside the house and while she ran upstairs to her room, visibly upset, he told Suzette, his sister about the concert. She was appalled.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaimed. “I had no idea. I’m surprised that a group like The Tarantulas would have such an opening act. I’m sure there will be a lot of complaints from parents. Thanks for getting her out of there.”

“She’s very upset with me right now.”

“She’ll get over it. Good night, Flynn.”

“Goodnight, Suzette.” They hugged and then, he left. When he got back to the car, he encouraged Rea to sit in the front.

“I think you did the right thing,” she said as they drove off. “If I had known that there would be twerking, I wouldn’t have gone. I don’t like that sort of thing. Lilia doesn’t either. She really wanted to see The Tarantulas and that’s why she was willing to put up with that.”

“It was absolutely disgusting. What about the parents of those girls?”

“They don’t have a problem with it because of Vesper Jones who, a popular artist with lots of fans and they would say that it’s harmless fun.”

“Fun! That’s not my idea of fun. Seeing a bunch of girls gyrating.”

“A lot of guys like to see that.”

“Yes, but there are many who don’t.”

“Like you.”

“Yes, like me.”

“What would you do if I were to twerk for you?”

He glanced at her. “You know how to?”

“I’ve seen videos so, I have an idea.”

“Do you have to go home right now?”

“No.”

“Good. We can go back to my place then.”

She smiled. “I can guarantee you that you’ll enjoy my little performance.”

He felt himself grow hard at the thought and he added a little more pressure on the gas pedal. As soon as they got to his flat and had removed his jacket, she put him to sit down on the sofa and after turning on the stereo, she began to twerk for him. He watched her, his breath harsh and unsteady. Somehow when she did it, it was sensual and very arousing not lewd.

Half-way through the song, he got up, strode over to her and pulled her to her feet. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Holding his face between her hands, she lowered her head and kissed him.

He hungrily responded, his hands gripping her buttocks. For several minutes they exchanged wild kisses and then, he carried her to his bedroom. When they got there, they fell on top of the bed. He broke off the kiss and drew back to remove his shirt and undershirt. She lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. He stood up to remove his trousers and underwear. When he was naked, he leaned over and quickly undressed her before he lay between her legs. She put her arms around his neck, loving the feel of his warm flesh against hers as they kissed.

Her arms fell from around his neck as he broke off the kiss to press his lips against the side of her neck before venturing down her heaving bosom and…She closed her eyes and moaned as he took each nipple in his mouth. Her fingers gripped his hair as he pressed kisses down her stomach and then they dug into the bedspread as he buried his face between her legs.

Breathing heavily, he raised himself and positioned himself so that he could enter her. She clung to him when he thrust himself inside her and began to move his hips.

Some time later, as they lay there beside each other, she mused, “I wonder how Lilia will react when she finds out that you and I are sleeping together.”

“Never mind that. What until she finds out that you’re going to be her aunt.”

Rea gawked at him. “Are you serious?”

“Of course, I’m serious. I bought the ring and am going to put it on your finger after we have dinner this evening.”

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“Why do you want to marry me?” she asked rolling onto her stomach and looking down at him.

“Why do you think?”

“I have an idea but I want you to tell me.”

“I love you.”

She smiled. “I love you too,” she murmured before she leaned down and kissed him on the shoulder.

They lay there for a long while and then, they got up, showered and clad in his plush robes, they had a candle lit dinner and after they had dessert, he proposed. She accepted. They kissed and then celebrated with a glass each of non-alcoholic sparkling wine. “Would your mother have a problem with you marrying me?”

“No. Why would she?”

“Well, for one thing, I’m White and I’m in my late thirties.”

“My mother doesn’t have a problem with us dating so I don’t see why she should have a problem with us getting married. Besides, all she wants is for me to be happy. She said it’s my life and mine to live as best as I could.”

“Your mother is a sensible and wise woman.”

“Yes, she is. And strong. She managed to raise six children alone. As you know my father died when I was seven. My mother worked hard to keep a roof over our heads and for each of us to have a good education. She always said that God was a Father to the fatherless and it was He who helped her to raise us and that’s why we all turned out good. My mother is a godly woman and a great role model. I aspire to be like her.”

“My mother was a good woman too. I think the two of you would have got along very well.”

“How old were you when she died?”

“Twenty.”

Rea raised her glass. “To our mothers.”

He raised his glass. “To two phenomenal women.”

When they finished having their wine, they went out on to the terrace where they spent the rest of the evening until it was time for him to take her home.

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