Quickie

It had been awhile since she saw him. Not long after getting his AA at Seminole State College (back when it was called Seminole Community), he left for Florida A & M pursing his Bachelor's in Business Administration.

If one didn't know Calvin, they would swear he was a jock instead of the academic that she knew him to be. He was six foot four and two hundred or so pounds of hard, dark muscle beneath deep set brooding eyes. The only two sports in school he had been into were weight lifting and wrestling, besides that, his nose was always in some sort of book.

They were fast friends during those days. He was painfully shy despite girls (and some boys) being madly in love with him from afar and it seemed that she was the only girl he was comfortable talking seeing as she lifted weights and wrestled as he did.

She was ashamed to think that that might have bothered her; that he saw as nothing more than a friend, perhaps not even as a woman. She was amongst those girls that admired him. At the time she felt a little foolish for it. Their friendship was great. They'd train after school, spotting each other almost exclusively with the weights, and oftentimes they'd wrestle each other. She never lost.

 He admired her for her prowess, Calvin did, but that seemed to be it. She was used to guys being intimidated by he, she was five foot eleven at one hundred and eighty, the majority of it sinewy muscle under walnut skin. She had always been bigger, stronger than boys and girls her age and of course, she was made fun of because of it. Sports made her comfortable and confident but it did nothing for her insecurities.

Now it was ten years past. She had moved back to Sanford after a few years on the west coast working for an advertising firm. It was a good experience overall; sand, surf, hippies, legal weed and sexual experimentation. Her last relationship had left her drained and somewhat confused. There was no question that she had loved Amara but that hadn't stopped her from cheating with a man and ruining all hopes of reconciliation with her. She felt like Sanford was as good as place as any to lick her wounds.

A Facebook convo and a phone call later, she and Calvin touched based again. He had returned to Sanford after a stint in Atlanta managing some restaurants, saying that he wanted to develop its a economy a bit more. He had designs to build an upscale place downtown, a fusion of eastern and western cuisine.

At first, she didn't want to go out with him. To her surprise, she still had feelings for him, some of them not so romantic.

But she wasn't going to sleep with him because he wasn't attracted to her. Never had been.

So she went out with him dressed casually which for her was a wife beater and basketball shorts and sneakers. She hadn't edged her fade in awhile and her fro-hawk a bit wild but she didn't think Calvin would mind.

When he picked her up, to her surprise, he was dressed similarly save for him wearing a full T. He smiled like a Cheshire cat. "You must've read my mind." He quipped from behind a dazzling smile, a white slash in the darkness of his face. He had dreads now and even wearing glasses, they made him look primal, animal like.

She was smiling nervously despite herself but managed to find her voice. "And how's that?"

"Tell me you don't wanna play basketball right now. Go ahead Cat. Lie to me." She burst out laughing. She did need something physical to let off some stress but he was wrong about it being basketball.

Sure enough, Cat and Calvin were shooting around at Ft. Mellon Park. The courts were better than she remembered but Calvin was still awful at basketball. If not for his sheer physical presence, Cat would've scored every time she touched the ball.

But Calvin would post-up, his body a wall between her and the basket. His hand would drift down to her waist, holding her in place as she dribbled. She'd try to box him out just to feel his breath on her neck and to smell his skin.

After she beat him, they went back to his house a three bedroom bungalow off of Mellonville in the quote on quote good part of Sanford made of red brick with a stone walk way. The inside was better, his walls a warm red with cream colored furniture that seemed like it was never sat upon and a fireplace made of black marble.

He reheated some teriyaki burgers he had from a party the night before as they sat on his patio. Cat hadn't realized how hungry she was, eating as Calvin reminisced about high school.

"Every time I tell my friends I got out wrestled by you, they don't believe me and I tell 'em I got the wounded pride to prove it." He laughed and she did too through a mouthful of hamburger. She washed it down with a Heineken so she wouldn't choke. "They're like, 'I can't believe you got beat by a girl.' And then I show them your picture and then they believe me."

Cat laughed but it was forced. They saw what everybody else saw; a mannish she-Hulk. Somethings hadn't changed it seemed. "I always wanted a rematch though."

"Is that right?" She burped and he laughed slapped her shoulder playfully. "Thought you were good with me being the better athlete."

"Once upon a time, I was." She found Calvin's eyes roving over her and he did not try to hide. Moonlight had made his skin glow ethereally. Cat felt her pulse quicken at the realization that Calvin wanted her. "But now, not so much." He smiled and sipped his Heineken as if he didn't just undress her with his gaze.

"And why's that?"

"Because I'm ready to take you down."

She laughed nervously and didn't know why. Wasn't this what she wanted? "Are we still talking about wrestling?"

"Obviously not." He had a slight smile but his eyes were intent. "I've wanted you for awhile Caitlin."

She didn't want to feel like a giddy high school girl but she did. Still, Cat had to hold on to her dignity so she sat back in her lawn chair and lazily sipped from her Heineken relishing the feel of the liquid courage. "You never said anything."

"Too shy." He retorted. "Plus, like I said, I hadn't beaten you yet."

"And why's that so fucking important?" She was feeling warmer and bolder, the beers were doing their job. "You don't have to beat me to fuck me."

"Yes. I do." He leaned for on his knees. "You're not the type of woman I'd just fuck Cat. You're too strong for that. I'd have to...conquer you." He smiled shyly, the old Calvin making a reappearance.

"Conquer me?" Did he not know how wet she had gotten when they wrestled? Did Calvin not see her checking him out? She had masturbated nightly to this man. She'd have surrendered willingly. The night was quiet save for the whispering of trees and the song of crickets. Calvin scooted forward and Cat realized how long the silence had stretched out. "You didn't-I mean you don't have to-"

"But I do." He whispered. "I love strong women Cat. Confident, capable, physical women." He sighed and Cat could tell he was turned on which only made her that much more moist. "And you by far are the strongest I've known."

"But all the girls who wanted you-"

"Were just that. Girls. Not women. They were...domesticated. You were always wild and free. A challenge. I've always had that need to-dominate you. Have you bend to my will...." It was his turn to chuckle nervously. He looked away abashed. "I'm sorry Cat. I'm drunk and-"

"So you wanna break me." Amara had wanted to as well, only she did it with whips and chains and a mercilessly talented tongue. Cat had loved every minute of it, being bound and submissive, letting someone take the lead.

"In a way." Calvin said softly. That was all Cat needed. She was going out into the cool grass, kicking off her shoes and socks, stripping off the wife-beater and basketball shorts. Calvin stood in awe for a second, licking his lips, openly admiring her. She had a toned ass, Amara had always said so, with the thighs to match. Her breasts had never been more than a B-cup but they were shaped nicely enough.

"If you wanna take me down," She said confidently. "then here's your chance." Calvin stripped down to his boxers in silence before setting his glasses on the table. His body hadn't gone to ruin after high school, if anything he looked larger, more toned. He loomed like an obsidian shadow, soft and silent.

Cat realized she might lose and that she wanted to do just that.

They locked quickly and as always, Cat had enough agility to get her feet in a good position. Calvin stood his ground though, his toes digging into the soil of the lawn. He would try to use his weight to overpower her. She got into his instep and trying to trip him. He exhaled hard and stood his ground.

Calvin broke the hold then took hold of the back of her sports bra, bringing them both down to their knees. He then jerked right, almost putting her on her back.

Cat tried to slip out but he had more upper body strength than she remembered. Calvin had hit the gym harder than her it seemed. He moved in, grabbed her wrist and put her on the grass when her legs slipped from under her and quickly grabbed her other one.

He was breathing hard, staring into her face as she tried desperately to wiggle free. She realized with a start that she couldn't. Calvin looked like the Big Bad Wolf incarnate and she felt like little more than a morsel to him. Calvin had her in his jaws but he didn't move and after awhile neither did she.

She didn't know how she knew what to do but instinctively, she bared her neck to him. He licked and nipped at it greedily. Cat feel his erection brush against her inner thigh, needy and throbbing.

When he let go of her wrists, they started kissing. It was hungry and wild, years of want bursting forth between them. He pulled up her bra, licking and sucking her hard nipples as she reached down and stroked his cock. Before she knew it, Calvan was straddling her face as she sucked down as much of his girth as she could managed, relishing the fact that she couldn't.

He howled more than moaned. His thick fingers dancing on her swollen clit before she pushed them into her dripping sex. She felt like a train was being ran on her.

Calvin licked her pussy like it was a fruit, holding her by her legs as she bucked on his face. The sounds she made were ugly as she twisted in his grasp, squirting and shaking on his tongue. It didn't seem that he could slide his dick into her fast enough. She was wetter than she had ever been and still, it took three good strokes to get into her.

He rode her hard and rough just like she screamed for. Cat could feel wetness slide down the crack of her ass and thighs. She was squirting again, harder this time as he pushed her legs back to her shoulders. The grass hissed against her back as he drove his dick deeper and deeper still.

When he was about to cum, he pulled out as he knew he would. What he didn't know was that she wanted to taste firsthand. She pushed him on his back and sucked him as he yelled to the sky, grabbing handfuls of grass and dirt as shook.

After Cat lay on his sweaty chest as his arms circled her. It was natural and somehow, she felt safe and strangely small. "Is this going to be last time?" Calvin whispered to no one in particular. He sounded all of fifteen again, scared and unsure of himself. It made her giggle.

"Not if I can help it." Cat was stroking him again and he stiffened in response. "Can't decide a match with one round."