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Giving In
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By Tracy Ames
Published on May 10, 2009
 

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Spotting Ethan Crowley, a young David Beckham look-alike, in a local market sent Caroline Andrews, a middle age diva on a quest to find out more about him. It wasn’t long before she realized she was in for the ride of her life….


Giving In
IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Tastefully Wicked










“I don’t envy her,” Caroline thought as she leaned against the freeze counter at the local market watching her lifelong friend, Joyce, fuss with her oversized shopping bag. It had been 10 years since her divorce from Martin and three year since her only child left for college, she was finally free to live life on her terms. She didn’t have the insecurities of the twenty year old sec or the prudishness of the over forty crowd. Thanks to God genes at 45 years old her deep brown skin was flawless and her body, while not perfect, could put any 30 year olds to shame. And the few grays that popped up were no match for Miss Clairol. No, Joyce could keep her tired, dried up way of life, she was done with the white picket fence, high power career and raising children. It was time for her to exhale.

“I hope you don’t expect me to cook that.” Caroline said, watching Joyce load her bag with piece of meat the size of her head.

“No, I’m cooking tonight. You need to start cooking again.”

“Please I’m too grown to cook. I have fired up my stove in over a year.” Caroline hoofed and walked off leaving her slightly portly friend to follow.

“Watch it. You don’t want to end up alone.”

“Why is being single over 40 such a bad thing? Why is it that a man can be single his entire life and no one thinks ill of it but for a female and single is taboo? I’m having a damn good time by myself.”

“Well you certainly look good. What have you been doing?” Joyce asked.

“Yoga three times a week. You should come along sometime.” Caroline replied as she caught a glimpse of a tall, handsome, dark blonde David Beckham’s clone in blue jean and a form fitting white polo standing at the deli pickup counter. “Oh my God he’s beautiful.” She pulled Joyce close.

“Who? Him? He’s too young for you besides I think he’s with the woman standing beside him.” Just then the butcher handed him his order and he started walking towards them alone.

“He’s not with her!” Caroline murmured trying to mask her excitement as he came closer; his hazel eyes giving Caroline a quick once over.

“Ladies.” He said as he passed. They nodded politely.

“Girl did you see that? Damn!”

“Carol he is too young for you. That boy is 25 years old at best! Stop flirting!”

“Whatever, stop pissing on my parade. If we see him again I’m giving him my number.”

After picking up their remaining items and with no further sightings from “Blondie” as they’d dubbed him, they made their way to the check-out.

“You had to choose this line didn’t you?” Joyce frowned seeing the tall blonde standing one customer up from them.

“What?”

“Don’t do this. He’s too young.”

“We’ll see.” Caroline said as he turned giving her a flirtatious grin. After being rang out, he gathered his bags and left.

“Now there, he’s gone.” Joyce remarked.


Walking to the car they saw him loading his car. “Don’t even think about it.” Joyce warned as they quickly loaded their bags into Caroline car. On the way out of the parking lot they found themselves a car behind him going in their direction.

“You’re not going to follow him are you?”

“Of course not. Isn’t this the way to my home? What so you want me to do, take a different route home?” Caroline shot out.

Minutes later they were still following him….through the same stop lights and finally into her posh neighborhood. “You’ve got to be kidding me. There’s no way you could’ve made this shit up. Alright, give it a minute and go for it.” Joyce said seeing him turn off one street before Caroline’s. Making a quick U-turn, she found the house, scribbled her home number on her business card and left it in his car door.

“I can’t believe we just did that.” Joyce said as Caroline returned to the car. “I’m married with children and I’ve just stalked a guy for your sake and the sad part is I hope it works out! This is why we can’t hang out too often. I’m too old for this shit.”

“Bitch you love me. I make your desecrated life more exciting.” Caroline said turning onto her street.



Two days passed with no call from Blondie. Caroline had written the entire thing off and decided to spend her relaxing Saturday morning leafing through the newspaper on her back porch with a cup of tea. Half way through the business section the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Hello, may I speak to Caroline?” a deep male voice asked.

“This is she.”

“Hi, my name is Ethan. I believe you left your card in my car door.”

Caroline sat up straight in her chair. “Yes I did. I saw you at the market the other day and wanted to catch you then but missed you.

“So you followed me home? Are you the same woman who was standing behind me in the check-out line?” he said, she could hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah, that would be me and I didn’t exactly follow you home. We live one street over from one another. I’m sorry. I’m not normally that forward...”

“Don’t apology. You’re the same lady I was thinking about. I’m glad you stopped by. I was hoping to catch you but your friend seemed to be in a hurry. Tell me about yourself.”

“Well, I’ve been a realtor for the past 15 years, I have one son who’s a sophomore attending Clemson and I’ve been divorced for 10 years. What about you?” She relaxed in her seat. His smoldering voice melted what remained of her nerves.

“I’ve just moved here to Colorado from Washington State 3 months ago to take on a lacrosse assistant coaching position at the university. I could have used your help when I was combing the market for a house and I’m still trying to find my way around town.”

“Do you have family in the local area?”

“No, it’s just me I’m afraid.”

“If you need any help please let me know. I could give you plenty of recommendations.”

“Can you give me recommendation on where I can get a nice lunch? There’s a very beautiful woman who left her card in my car door that I’d love to have lunch with tomorrow.”

Caroline took a moment to compose herself. The natural “Hell Yeah!” reaction would come off desperate and desperate she wasn’t. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“No, I have women lined up in my driveway sticking cards in my door.” He chuckled. “Yes, I’d like to have lunch with you. I have practice later on in the evening but if you’re free maybe we can sit and talk for a while before hand.”

“Do you know how old I am?

“I don’t know how old you are but I’m old enough to know better then to ask a woman her age and still young enough not to care. So will you have lunch with me?”

“Yes, I’ll accept your offer.” She answered fighting back a smile.

“Great! Give me your address and I’ll pick you up about 11:00.”



Sunday morning came and Caroline found herself looking forward to her lunch date with Ethan. She even managed to get sourpuss Joyce on board with the idea. Whatever would come of this date I have no plans on regretting a second of it. She thought staring into her bathroom mirror admiring what God had blessed her with. She looked better than woman her age and the lines of maturity only served to enhance your natural beauty. Unlike Joyce, she’d taken care of what she had. Flipping her hair into place and touching up the last of her light makeup, she slipped into willowy cream sundress and strappy sandals. The doorbell rang sending her two terriers, Max and Jewels, racing to the front door. Easing them aside, she cracked the door to see Ethan’s mossy eyes smiling back at her dressed in khakis and a white crisp button down.

“Hi! One second. Max, down!” she said ushering them into their kennels. “Please come in and make yourself at home. I’ll be with you in a moment.”

“No hurry.” Ethan made his way into the airy grandeur that was Caroline’s foyer. Soft tones, classic furniture in an open floor plan, her taste matched his if not too well. But this was what he’d expected to find from someone of her caliber---classy yet sassy. To his relief she was nothing like the half-wits that usually had him in their sights. Casually walking around the room he came across her diplomas, one from Spelman and the other from Howard, proudly hanging on the wall.

“It’s nice to finally meet you Ethan. Sorry to keep you waiting. They were fine until the doorbell rang.” She said as he kissed her on both cheeks. She quickly began gathering her purse, trying not to let on that his scent sent chills through her. This man was more gorgeous than she’d remembered. He dwarfed her by at least 4 inches and judging by the size of his board shoulders he could easily bench-press her. From the top of his head to the bottom of his feet, he was the definition of masculinity.

“It’s nice to meet you also. No problem, I completely understand,” he kissed her cheeks. “You look very nice.”

“Thank you.”

“After you.” He said ushering her to the door. “You’ll have to be patient with me. As I mentioned I’m still learning my way around.”

“Oh I can drive.” Caroline offered.

“No, I’m a gentleman. I won’t hear of it.” he said hitting the alarm on his car.

“This isn’t the car I left my card in.” she said staring at an all black sports car.

“I know. That was my ‘responsible adult’ car. This is my baby. Get in.”

Keenly aware that there was no possible way that he could afford to live in a large home in their neighborhood and drive two exotic cars on his coaching salary, she knew there was more to him than met the eye. If he was a gigolo Caroline wanted no part in it.



Sitting outside on the patio of a local café, they talked endlessly about her career, failed marriage to her ex husband Martin. Surprisingly, he didn’t flinch from the stories of Martins’ infidelity nor did he judge her for remaining in the relationship well after it had been exposed. He sat, listened and asked the occasional question but moreover he listened. She attributed his unending patience to his youthfulness or his polite upbringing but in truth there was nowhere else Ethan wanted to be. The beauty of her laugh, the fullness of her lips and the way her bronze skin caught the noonday sun fascinated him. Her true personality peeked his interest not her career and the fact that she allowed a ‘y’all’ to slip now and then only added to his attraction. In his eyes she was golden!

Amazed that she’s opened up to a man she hardly knew, she began to regret her frankness. “I don’t know what I told you all that. Sorry for dishing up too much information.” She giggled.

“No, I love a good rant. How else am I suppose to get to know you? And might I add that your ex-husband was a fool! An intelligent woman like you would never leave my side.” he grinned. She couldn’t help be noticed his eyes sparkled when he smiled. Half tempted to return his flirtation, she simply smiled and relaxed in her chair. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” he asked sensing restraint on her part.

“No, it took me off guard.”

“Why’s that? There’s no way you can make me believe that you’re unaware of your beauty and charisma. You’re not a drama queen but you have a firm grip on your self-worth and if that scares a man off then he wasn’t worth your time in the first place. So why did my statement take you off guard?”

“I’m surprised that someone as young and handsome as you would be genuinely interested in an African-American woman my age. Does our age difference concern you?”

“Have I mentioned it?”

“No, but I figured you were being polite.”

He leaned forward taking her hands in his. “Neither our age difference nor the fact that you’re African-American occurred to me. The first time I saw you in the market you were bending down helping a crying kid find his mother who’d gone off. You saw me minutes later. I don’t know what it was but you caught my attention.”

“You followed me?” she leaned in closer.

“Yeah.” He conceded with a laugh. She playfully pushed his hands away.

“Why aren’t you off chasing women your own age and partying?”

“I was a jock all of the way through college. Our partying days end long before everyone else’s besides it became old after a while and only increases the amount of time I spend in the gym. Nah, those days are long gone. I’ve tried dating women my age but they’re so….so…empty. They’re very limited in their interest and tend to be shallow not because they’re stupid but because they haven’t lived long enough to know any better. And…can I frank?”

“By all means.”

“And in the bedroom it’s a challenge with them. Either they’re boring as hell and have no idea what they’re doing or I’ll get the ones that want to stick something up my ass. Do I give off a vibe that says I’d fancy something stuck up my ass?” he said reducing Caroline to laughter.

“No you don’t! Where are you meeting these women? That could be your first problem.” Secure with her own aptitude in the bedroom, she was convinced Ethan’s comments were meant only to inflate his own talents as most men do. Then again judging by cool swagger thus far she could be in for the ride of her life. But for the sake of argument she didn’t push the issue.

“I don’t know. They approach me for the most part and now that I’m working on campus it’s gotten worse. They don’t realize I’m a member of the faculty.”

“Oh you poor baby.” She mocked.

“Like I said it gets old after a while. I hate to cut this short but we’d better get going. I have practice in 45 minutes.” He stood, through down a hundred dollar bill for lunch, and offered Caroline a hand to her feet. Placing his hand gently on the small of her back, he ushered her to the car. She liked the way he took control of situations. He wasn’t what she expected by any stretch of the imagination. If he could handle himself in the bedroom as well has he’d handled himself until now she’d be in a world of hurt.


“Come clean. How can you afford all of this?” she asked trying to sound as friendly as possible.

“I was wondering when you’d get around to asking that question. Do you want the long or short version?”

“I’ll take the truth in whatever form you give it to me.” She retorted as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“Well, I’m an only child and my father died when I was a few months old. My parents were pretty well off before he passed away so I’m just now tapping into his insurance money.” He could tell by the dumbstruck expression on her face she was regretting having asked. “It’s alright. I’d rather you know the truth than think I was robbing pensioners of their lifesavings.”

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have assumed the worse.” He took her hand and kissed it softly.

“To be honest I was waiting for you to ask. I wouldn’t have expected any different. Most women wouldn’t have cared but somehow I knew you would.” He smiled over at her. Although they’d spent the last 3 hours talking and laughing this was the first time she was completely at ease. Maybe she needed to see that he was more than just a pretty face. Maybe she doubted his ability to form a proper sentence. Whatever it was, her opinion of him had changed. Indeed, it was time to exhale.



“Do you have plans for dinner?” she asked as he escorted her to her front door.

“No, why?”

“Joyce is coming over for dinner and I’d like you to join us.”

“I would be honored. What time should be here?”

“7:30 should be fine.” She replied unlocking the door.

“Thank you for the invitation and having lunch with me. I hope you enjoyed yourself.” he studied the lines of her waist from behind.

“I invited you around for dinner. If I didn’t enjoy lunch you wouldn’t have made it to my front door.” She laughed.

“Ouch! I’m glad I made it this far. I’d better go before I jeopardize any chance of seeing you again. I’ll call you later.”

“Girl, are you crazy?! This is too much work.” Joyce ranted as she pulled the pesto chicken from the oven. “How in the world did I let you talk me into doing this? That boy had better be worth it.”

“He’ll be here any minute. You can tell me then if he’s worth it.”

“You’re such a flirt.” Joyce frowned. “How old is he anyway?

“He’s 29.” Caroline answered as she uncorked the wine.

“29! He’s too young Carol.” she yelled almost dropping the plates in her hands. “Well, have fun but not too much fun and please consider his feelings.”

“You don’t have to be concerned about that. I like him.”

“You like him? What does that mean? You don’t like anyone.”

Caroline poked her head into the kitchen. “I like him, He’s…you know…different. Get the door that should be him.” she raced to her bedroom to finish getting dressed.

“Hurry up. Don’t leave me here to entertain to him.” Joyce whispered just before swinging the door open. “Good God.” She said in amazement seeing Ethan standing with a bottle of wine dressed in slacks, light shirt and a dark sports jacket.

“You must be Joyce.” His baritone voice crawled through her, she stood staring him up and down.

“Yeah, sorry. Please come in.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you. Caroline has told me a lot about you.” He says handing her the bottle of wine before walking into the living room. Joyce casually admired his well-built stature. He may be young but he was certainly no boy.

“Please have a seat Carol will be out in a moment. Would you care for a drink while you wait?”

“Yes please, I’ll take whatever you’re having.”

“I see you two have met.” Caroline said as she greeted Ethan with a kiss on the cheek and inhaling his cologne. “You look nice.”

“So do you.” He said, they exchanged knowing glances. This meal was going to be short and sweet; they both knew what was coming.

“Dinner is served.” Joyce announced from the dinning room.



The conversation over dinner moved on so stress-free that even Joyce began howling in laughter. Never one to put on airs for the sake of others this was no easy feat for her. She genuinely liked Ethan. It was evident that there was a physical as well is sociological attraction between him and Caroline. Keeping up with their often times rogue conversation didn’t intimidate him in the least, if anything it thoroughly impressed them.

It had been well over a year since Joyce had seen Caroline this satisfied with one man. They were constantly touching one another which she found bizarre seeing that Caroline wasn’t the most openly affectionate person and PDA was a huge no-no in her book. But from him she welcomed it even to the point where she was initiating their contact. Unable to take it any longer Joyce thought it best to excuse herself to tidy the kitchen when they retired to the living room. She wasn’t interested in seeing them all over each other.


“Ethan it was a pleasure to meet you. Caroline I’ll call you tomorrow. I’m headed home. Please don’t get up, I’ll let myself out.” Joyce said returning from the kitchen to find them cozied on the sofa.

“The pleasure was all mine. Thank you for a wonderful meal.” Ethan said as he played in Caroline hair. Joyce couldn’t believe that Caroline allowed him to touch her hair. There was something different about him indeed.

Before the door could close, Caroline straddled his lap.

“What are you doing?” he gripped her ass. She silenced him, kissing his lips until he returned her affection. His tongue dove into her mouth slowly while her mouth sucked at his. This wasn’t what he expected from her. Being more mature, he thought their first interaction would be passionate but she was dishing up pure lust as if he was there simply to fulfill her wants and desires. Her breathing accelerated as he kissed her neck feverishly. She ached to feel his mouth on her tits. She didn’t have to wait long. He lightly bit her nipple through the thin cotton on her sundress.

“Oh god.” She whimpered running her hands through his hair. His masculine scent set her on fire. He bit the other and she drew a sharp breath and her pussy went into overdrive. One more touch from him would alter the events of the evening. Taking her by the back of her head, he brought her lips to his kissing and sucking until she was on the verge of exploding.

“You want it?” he said onto her lips. She sucked his bottom lip.

“Yes.”

“Then ask for it.” she moaned as his full lips kissed her slender brown neck on his way down her silky shoulder. “Just give me the word.” He whispered, planting soothing kisses up the side of her neck coming to rest below her ear. “Say it.”

He voice, his mouth, his cologne, everything about him aroused her. Whatever he was doing to her she didn’t want to end but she knew that it would lead to much more. Wrestling her desire for him and her conscience, she gave in. “Ethan, make love to me.”

“Right here?”

“Anywhere.”

“As you wish.” He stood with her locked around his waist and sat her gently on the sofa. Lifting her bottom, he removed her panties and eased her to the edge of the cushions portioning her for what was to come. His first kiss caught her off guard. “You’re wet.” He looked up at her. He hadn’t begun and it seemed she was on the brink of cumming.

“Don’t stop.” She moaned. Seeing his mouth disappear between her ebony thighs took her to a whole other level of arousal. Slowly she ran her hands through his dark blonde hair as he fed on her. The sound of his kissing and licking her sent her into a spiraling orgasm but his fingers moving in and out her pussy left her completely unhinged. “Oh fuck.” She groaned as he gently sucked her swollen clit with such care she damn near pulled every hair from his beautiful head. She panted heavily. Whether it was his youth, his “I’m going to fuck you up” confidence or the contrast in their skin tones it didn’t matter…he’d gotten her off faster than any man ever had.

“Are you alright?” he asked fully aware he’d blown her mind.

“In my bedroom now.” She commanded and took her leave with him in tow.

“I hope you have condoms. I don’t have any one me.”

Caroline opened the top drawer of her nightstand displaying several varieties, “What will it be?”

“Do you have any Magnum?” he asked. She chuckled until she saw that he was serious. The realization that she was in for one hell of a night set in fast.

“Uumm yeah.” She handed it to him. “I’m going to have to ask you to…um…”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take it slow.” He said as he began removing her clothes then his own. Laying her back on the bed, he moved atop her kissing her plump lips. She cringed from the pressure of him moving inside of her.

“Oh my God.” She cried. He massaged her clit as he plunged into her pussy. It was all she could do not to scream out in pleasure. Only minutes into it and she was already on the ropes. She spread her legs as far apart as possible, giving him room to so as he pleased. There was no way any of those young girls would have been able to handle him. He was good, he was damn good! He knew exactly what he was doing and Caroline did her best to keep up. “Oh shit! I’ve been waiting for this all day.” He stroked into her making her pussy gush.

“I told you I’d take it slow.” He leaned down gripping her thighs.

“Ethan, you call this taking it slow?! You’re tearing me up baby.” She pulled at sheets. He grasped her hands and kissed her lips.

“This is only the beginning. If you want to tap out you’d better do it now.”

“Oh fuck I’m cumming. Harder.” He increased his strokes until he felt her pussy close tightly around his girth…only then did he begin pounding into her like a mad man leaving her with nothing left to give. She called to him for more then less then more. Before long she didn’t know whether she was coming or going. All that was certain was if he continued at this pace he’d rip her in two. He eased to a stop allowing her to catch her breath.

“You want to have a little fun?”

“Is it going to hurt?”

“Not unless you want it to. Don’t cum until I tell you to.” He hazel eyes smiled down into hers.

“What am I doing? I’m going to pay for this in the morning.” She said as he pulled her up from the bed and bent her over. He stroked into her slowly and deeply before driving into her, her body shook but no sound escaped her lips. He pulled her hair with new found force and continued fucking. Her body submitted to his will, she needed to cum, she needed to scream with pleasure but he wasn’t giving in. Every inch of him was plowing into her, her panting increased, a small whimper escaped her lips, he slapped her ass hard, and she shot forward. She wanted to cum, her pussy couldn’t take it any longer, she’d never felt anything like this before; a mix of lust and unabashed brutality.

Leaning forward, he covered her mouth and said into her ear coldly, “Cum.”

With that singular work she spun into an out of controlled violent orgasm. Her body jerked with spasms, her head swimming with desire, his grip tightening over her mouth muffling her cries. With a throaty moan he released his load and Caroline went limp.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk in the morning.” She laughed and exhaled.

“Well that was my plan all along. Get some sleep. We’ll pick this up tomorrow."