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"Claranda Shanice Jones!!! "Charmayne Jones yelled. "You need to leave that boy alone. I'm getting tired of hearing you cry about him." Charmayne was on the phone talking to her daughter about Clara's latest woes with her man, Kenneff. "Do you hear me talking to you?!!" she continued yelling into the phone.

Twenty eight year old Claranda, or Clara as she preferred to be called, hated it when her mother used her full name. When it happened, she knew she was in for an ass-chewing. This time was no different. Charmayne went on and on about the inadequacies of her boyfriend. Clara rolled her eyes and sighed as she listened to her mother over the phone.

It didn't help that she was right. The only thing Kenneff had going for him was his looks and some good dick. Kenneff felt like he could get out of any trouble with Clara with an apology and a good dick-down. It usually shut Clara up but this time, there would be none of that. Not after this episode. Clara found out that some woman Kenneff had been creeping with was pregnant with his child. They were done. There was no comeback from something like that.

Clara had put in four long years with Kenneff, sexing him good and grooming him to her tastes. Or so she thought. She thought the way she put it down in the bedroom, he wouldn't need to go anywhere else. She was sooooo very wrong. It seems like all she did for him only encouraged him to cheat. Clara forgave him the first few times that he cheated. She wanted to be strong for their relationship and prove to Kenneff that they could get through anything together. All of that started to get old as he continued to fuck up. The man couldn't hold down a job but he could pull a bitch with the quickness.

Clara felt like she wouldn't be able to let go though. Oh, how she loved that man. But what did she love about him? As her mother rambled on and on, Clara sat there and could not think of one thing she loved about him other than his bedroom skills. She silently shook her head and turned her ear's attention back to her mother.

"You're lucky he didn't get you pregnant. He really would've had a hold on you then. He would only come over for the baby when he thought he was going to get some from you. And knowing you, you'd give him some," Charmayne was saying.

"Well Ma, what can I say? I can't argue with you anymore. We're done," Clara said hopefully. She knew it was going to be hard to give Kenneff the boot but she was game.

"I hope so," her mother lamented. "You can do better. Much better."
Clara desperately wanted to change the subject. "How are things with you and your new friend?" she asked. Charmayne was single as well. She recently had met a gentleman from an online dating site and they had went out on a couple of dates.

"So far so good. I'm cautious but he's pretty nice. We'll see what happens," Charmayne said, blushing.

"Yeah okay," Clara said, rolling her eyes. She knew better. Her mother was about as bad as she was with her taste in men.

As the saying goes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Especially in Clara's case. She liked to fuck. A lot. She was attracted to the so-called thug or bad-boy type. She found that those types could put it down in the bedroom. The only problem with that was that they were putting it down with every other woman too. Clara got lucky with Kenneff. She was doing pretty well holding onto him. Well.... Hell, she was getting it pretty good from him at least. Dude was just giving it to a lot of other women, too.

Charmayne was no different. She had been divorced for the past ten years and decided she was tired of feeling sorry for her failed marriage and of being alone. She needed to be touched and at the age of 47, she was in her sexual peak. Her then husband and Clara's father never really wanted to touch her and he finally left her for a younger woman. The loneliness Charmayne felt brought on depression and she battled it by eating. She put on close to 80 lbs during the last couple of years of her marriage. Clara convinced Charmayne that it wasn't her fault that her husband abandoned them and encouraged her mother to live for herself. Charmayne got herself back into shape and discovered her sexual appetite. With Clara's help, Charmayne met a few boy-toys to knock the cobwebs off of her twitching kitty and Pandora's Box was opened. She slowed down a bit with the new guy she was seeing. They had not yet become intimate. He was a bit older than the guys Charmayne was accustomed to seeing so he was more patient.

Clara ended her call with her mother and sat back on her couch, wrecking her brain at how she was going to deal with Kenneff. He had been blowing up her phone ever since he found out that Clara had seen the Facebook message from the girl who was pregnant by him. Clara knew she would have to face him sooner or later. Her cellphone began buzzing and she looked at the caller ID. Speaking of the devil, she thought as she frowned upon seeing Kenneff's name. She sighed and answered the call.

"Hi baby," came the sickeningly sweet voice at the other end. "I've been trying to call you. I missed you."

Clara's face twisted up in anger. She took a deep breath to compose herself. "I really haven't been in much of a talking mood, Kenneff. What do you want?" she asked.

Kenneff was quiet for a bit then Clara heard him sigh loudly. "Sweetie, I know you're upset with me. I am soooo very sorry for what happened," he said.

Clara just shook her head. "Kenneff, I've put up with a lot from you. How many times have we been in this position? And you apologize and talk sweet to me and I forgive you," she said.

Kenneff was quiet.

"I can't do it this time," Clara said with tears streaming down her face.

"Look baby, that girl means nothing to me. I'm sorry. I just got caught up. Please don't do this," Kenneff pleaded.

"She may not mean anything to you, but you're going to be a father now. That's what you should concentrate on," Clara said, holding strong.

"But I don't want her. I want you. C'mon, you're going to miss this Clara," Kenneff said. His smugness was oozing out through Clara's phone.

Clara shut her eyes hard and swallowed. He was soooo right. He had a hold on her and he knew it. She shook her head and was resolute in her decision. "No Kenneff, not anymore. You've made your decision. This is goodbye," she said.

"But baby wa-" Kenneff cried out but Clara ended the call.

She sat back and blew out a sigh. She smiled to herself. She did it; she broke up with Kenneff. Suddenly, she felt extremely horny. Her pussy started twitching and fussing at her. It was if it was scolding her for throwing away Kenneff's good dick.

Clara was in such heat that she frantically got up and ran to her bedroom. She climbed onto her bed and opened her nightstand. She pulled out her emergency kit. It contained a small egg vibrator, a slimline vibrator, a pack of non-alkaline AA batteries, and some lube. She also had in her nightstand an industrial sized massager with an A/C plug that she used on her clit. She wouldn't need all of that so she grabbed the slimline vibrator.

She got naked on the bed and turned on the toy. She felt its powerful buzz and slid it against the hood of her clit. She closed her supple thighs around it and let the toy do its work. Her nipples stood at attention on her pert 34C mocha brown breasts and she cupped them lovingly.

"Oooooh" she moaned and she crossed her legs. Her pussy was bubbling now and she was on the verge of cumming. She reached between her legs and slowly inserted the toy inside her juicy kitty. She darted it in and out until she felt her seismic eruption explode forth. Every muscle in her body locked up briefly then released. Clara felt her body come down from her sexual high.

Suddenly, Clara felt dirty. She felt even lonelier than she did before. She needed Kenneff even worse than she imagined. She turned to the side and curled up into a fetal position. Tears welled up in her eyes and started to rolled down her cheek across her nose to the pillow. She closed her eyes and wept softly until a deep sleep captured her.

A few hours later, Clara awoke with a start. She didn't know how long she slept but she heard her cellphone ringing again. She did not want to talk to Kenneff again so she ignored it. The ringing stopped and she relaxed. It suddenly started ringing again. Clara cursed silently then got up and went back into her living room. She had left her phone on the cocktail table. She looked at the called ID and was surprised to see it was her mother. She picked up her phone and answered it.

"Wassup Mama?" Clara asked.

"Hi baby. Look. There was a transformer explosion up the street. The whole block has lost power and they don't know how long it will be before it gets restored. Can I come and stay with you for a bit until power in my building comes back on?" Charmayne asked sweetly.

Clara thought about it a minute. It was summer in the DMV. Days got hot with no air conditioning. She knew how hot it got around here. Charmayne's apartment was in Largo, MD while Clara lived in Landover, not too far away. Besides, she could use the company. Charmayne got on her nerves at times but she loved her mother dearly.

"Sure, c'mon," Clara said with a smile. She hung up the call and began tidying up her place.

A couple of hours later, Charmayne showed up with a suitcase of clothes. She had a somewhat worried look on her face.

"Come in," Clara said, welcoming her mother inside. "What's wrong?" she asked, seeing the look on Charmayne's face.

Charmayne sighed. "I haven't heard from Tony in a little while. He usually calls me every day," she said. Tony was her friend she was seeing.

"I thought y'all went out last weekend," Clara said with concern.
"We were supposed to but he called and had to cancel," Charmayne said, frowning.

"Hmmm," Clara said, mulling this bit of info. She had her suspicions but said nothing further.

Suddenly, Charmayne's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and her face brightened when she saw Tony's name. She answered it with a cheerful "Hi Tony." Nothing was said at first and Charmayne got worried. Then a female's voice came on the phone.

"Tony huh? Hmmph. His name ain't no dayum Tony. It's Harold," she said.

Charmayne's heart sank. "Who is this?" she asked, trying to keep some facet of dignity in her voice.

"This is Harold's wife!" the woman said. "Harold has something to tell you. Don't you, dear?" Silence again. Charmayne listened intensely.

"Mama, who is that?" Clara whispered harshly. Charmayne looked at her and put her finger to her lips to shush her.

A male voice came online. "Uhhh, listen Charmayne. I'm sorry. I lied to you. I'm married. Have been for a very long time," he said.
Charmayne swallowed hard and tried to keep her cool. "Well, I guess this is goodbye... Harold," she said with as much calm as she could muster. Inside, she was seething.

"Goodbye," Harold said and again there was silence. Then his wife started talking.

"Don't call this number again. This line is being deactivated," she said.

"I understand. Please accept my apology. I didn't know," Charmayne said.

"Apology accepted. Goodbye," the woman said and she hung up.

"Mama, what's wrong? Who was that?" Clara asked.

Fighting back tears, Charmayne swallowed. "He's married," she said softly.

Clara's jaw dropped but inside, she knew it all along. Men were dogs.

Charmayne slowly walked over to the couch and sat down. She buried her face in her hands and sobbed silently. She already didn't trust men when it came to affairs of the heart but her friend seemed so different than the others. She was soooo very disappointed and hurt. Clara eased down on the couch beside her mother and put her arms around her. They held each other tight as Clara comforted her. Charmayne didn't deserve that and Clara was angry.
A loud knock came on the door. Both Charmayne and Clara looked at the door then at each other. Charmayne got up and went to the door. She looked out through the peephole then rolled her eyes in exasperation. Clara looked at her in confusion. Charmayne looked back at her in anger and opened the door.

"WHAT BROTHA??!! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT??!!" Charmayne screamed at a thoroughly surprised and frightened Kenneff. He stood in the doorway with a bouquet of roses. He was so shocked he didn't even get to make his pitch to Clara. He couldn't speak.

Clara was shocked at her mother's outburst as well. Well, considering she just busted her boyfriend for being married, she was no longer surprised at how she talked to Kenneff.

"She dumped you," Charmayne said with venom. "You need to give up and move on. Go find that bitch you got pregnant and get with her."

Kenneff started to say something but he couldn't. Charmayne took the opportunity and slammed the door in his face. She turned to Clara and smiled. Clara was too shocked at her mother's actions to say anything. Charmayne came over and sat down on the couch. She had a very forlorn look on her face as she thought about Tony. Clara saw the look on her face and put her hand on her mother's shoulder. Tears welled up again in Charmayne's eyes and she leaned over and put her head on her daughter's shoulder.
As Clara comforted her mother, she realized that they both needed to pull themselves together and get past their men woes. And she felt like the best way to get past a bad relationship is to meet someone new. Clara gently held either side of her mother's head and looked at her.

"Mama, c'mon. We're better than this. Tony didn't deserve you just like Kenneff didn't deserve me. We need to get out and have some fun. Let's go out tonight. Hit the club and have some drinks. C'mon, what do you say?" Clara pleaded.

Charmayne sighed. She really didn't want to go out but she didn't want to be alone either. She smiled at her daughter and nodded. Clara grinned and started jabberjawing. She knew just where to go too. There was an Applebees' nearby that was having a Karaoke Night. They could hit that spot. The two women laughed as they looked forward to having fun later on.

 

 

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Later that evening, Clara and Charmayne walked in the Applebees' and looked around. It was very crowded in the bar area where Karaoke was in full swing. Clara wore some Gloria Vanderbilt blue jeans and a purple blouse with some black boots. The jeans hugged her slim but curvy lower body viciously. Charmayne wore a brown tube dress with a wide black belt around her middle and also a black leather jacket. The belt accentuated her soft curves. She also wore some black boots.

Someone was singing Luther Vandross' A House Is Not A Home and doing a very good job of it. Clara eyed a table near the bar and asked the hostess could they take it. The hostess led them to the table and the ladies sat down. Clara ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and Charmayne had a glass of Chardonnay. They enjoyed the atmosphere and the good singing.

About thirty minutes later, they were feeling really good. Charmayne got up to use the bathroom. About five minutes after she left, Clara eyed a young brother who had just come into the bar area. He looked for somewhere to sit but there was no seating available. He stood at the bar and ordered a beer.

Clara tried to keep from staring. The man was yummy. He was close to six feet tall but he was built like a basketball player, athletic and sinewy. He had smooth caramel-colored skin with long dreads that he had pulled and tied back on his head, with a trimmed moustache and beard. He looked to be about 25 or 26 years old. He looked at Clara and smiled. Clara smiled back. The man made his way over to her table.

"Hi there," he said pleasantly. "It's pretty crowded in here. Do you mind if I sit down?"

"No, not at all," Clara replied. "Have a seat. I'm here with my mother. She went to the ladies room."

"Oh okay," the man said. "My name is Kalvin," he continued, holding out his hand for a shake.

"My name is Clara," Clara said, smiling and taking his hand. Her cheeks flushed. The chemistry was obvious. Well, she thought, might as well start auditioning for a new man. She noticed how big his hands were and her panties started to get wet.

"Clara huh? Like the the porn star?" Kalvin asked with a smirk.

Clara rolled her eyes at the reference to the big booty porn star. "No, it's short for Claranda," she explained.

Kalvin's eyes brightened. "Damn, that's sexy," he said with a smile. "So are you having fun tonight? You said you were here with your mother."

"Yes, she went to the ladies' room. She should be back in a few," Clara said.

"What are you drinking? Can I buy y'all a drink?" Kalvin offered.
"Sure, I'd love a Long Island Iced Tea. My mother is drinking white wine," Clara said.

Kalvin got up and went to the bar to get the drinks just as Charmayne came back to the table. She saw Kalvin get up and go to the bar and gave Clara a disapproving look.

"Who is he?" she said when she sat down.

Clara saw the look on her mother's face and rolled her eyes. "He's cool Mama. His name is Kalvin and he is foooooine," she beamed. Charmayne just shook her head.

Kalvin got back to the table with the drinks. "Kalvin this is my mother Charmayne. Mama, this is Kalvin," Clara said, introducing them. Kalvin offered his hand to Charmayne. Charmayne smiled and shook Kalvin's hand.

"It's nice to see a mother and daughter hanging out with each other on a night out. Especially a pair so beautiful," Kalvin said.

Charmayne's face flushed. He is charming, she thought. Clara looked at her mother and shook her head. Kalvin raised his glass and toasted the women.

"Here's to a fun night out," he said.

The ladies raised their glasses too and sipped on their drinks. They all laughed and giggled at the singers and enjoyed the music. Kalvin cracked jokes and didn't appear pushy or thirsty. He was easy-going and polite and he eventually grew on Charmayne. However, she wanted her own man. She didn't see anyone she felt a vibe with though.

"I'm going to men's room," Kalvin said, getting up. When he left the table, the ladies started whispering.

"Ain't he a cutie?" Clara whispered. "He looks delicious."

"Baby, you need to slow your roll. Show a little caution," Charmayne admonished.

"I don't want to be cautious. I need to be free and release," Clara said. "I mean, did you see his hands? I was like DAYUM!!!"

Charmayne snickered and shook her head. They both looked up and saw Kalvin coming back to the table. They both smiled when he sat back down. Kalvin smiled too. He knew they were talking about him. He picked up his drink and sipped.

About an hour later, Charmayne was ready to go. She got up a few times and circled the bar trying to make eye contact with someone she thought she liked but she never met anyone.

"Baby, I'm getting a headache. I'm going to catch a cab home," she said. "It was nice meeting you, Kalvin."

"Mama, are you going to be okay?" Clara said with worry.

"I'll be fine. I'll see you at home," Charmayne said with a smile and waved goodbye to the two.

Kalvin and Clara smiled at each other and watched the rest of the singers do their thing. The drinks had them feeling pretty good and Clara was very horny. She was ready to get it in and she let Kalvin know.

"So," she began. "I know you're trying to be a gentleman and I commend you for that. But let's keep it one hundred," she said with a straight face. "What are you looking for?"

Kalvin looked at her. "You're a beautiful woman. And you seem pretty nice. We're having fun together. I'd like to see where this goes," he said.

Clara nodded her head thoughtfully. She downed the rest of her drink. "Well, Kalvin, I'll tell you this. I just got out of a relationship. I don't need to get into anything too heavy. I need to have some fun," she said. "Is that cool?"

"Cool with me," Kalvin said. "Let's bounce."