Chapter 35

Rasheed pulled out his phone from the pocket of his swim trunks and hit a speed-dial number. When his call was answered, he said, “Hey, I’ve got a white girl here and her man who want to party tonight.” There was some talking on the other end of the line that I couldn’t make out, then he spoke again. “Don’t worry about that, she’s hot as fuck.” He rolled his eyes, shook his head at me, and then made a hand signal of a mouth talking. When I turned to look at Kenna, she was still blushing. I knew she had to be hesitant and more than a little nervous, but I also knew she wouldn’t let me down. She wanted this as much as I did, maybe even more. Then Rasheed continued.

“Just shut the fuck up and listen. Get a hold of D’andre and meet me in the hotel lobby at 7:30, okay? Okay ... okay ... see you then.” He ended the call and shot me an exasperated look. “I’m sorry about that, but trust me, they’ll show,” he stated confidently.

I was a little skeptical at this point, but his wife was beautiful, and, if his friends looked anything like he did, we were going to be in for one fun evening. “Are you sure you can make this happen?” I asked warily.

“I’ve got you, there’s no way in hell I’m letting that get away from me,” he said after looking at Kenna again.

“Okay, we’ll see you tonight.”

“Yes, you will.”

The four of us exchanged little knowing smiles and we turned and walked back down the beach towards our room.

We enjoyed a quiet dinner that evening, but I could tell Kenna was still very nervous and apprehensive. She’d barely touched her salad, but she had already put away her third glass of wine. I needed to calm her down a bit.

“How are you feeling, honey? Maybe a little nervous?” I said gently.

“I’m excited ... but, yes ... I feel a little antsy.”

“You’ll do just fine, trust me,” I said soothingly.

I could tell my calm, gentle words were calming her down and I could see the anxious look on her beautiful face begin to somewhat dissolve.

“How did it happen with Mom, will you tell me? It would help.”

There was a pleading look in her eyes and I could tell how important this was to her. “Your Mom loved to dance, just like you do.”

“I didn’t know that,” she said softly.

“We were at a club in town and she began dancing with a young black man who she was very attracted to. Some of his friends were there with him and we ended up back at our room.”

“And she enjoyed it?”

“She loved it, honey. It was something we only did once, but she often spoke of it when we were alone together.”

I could see a little tear coming to her eye. “I miss her sometimes.”

“I do too, baby, but I have a little piece of her here with me now, sitting across from me.”

Two long streaks of tears were streaming down her cheeks, so I reached across the table, took her hand, and lovingly squeezed it.

“I want to make you happy, make you proud of me, that’s very important to me.”

I loved her honest sentiment, but I also questioned it. “Did you agree to this because you knew it was what I wanted?”

She thought for a moment and I waited patiently for her response. Talking about her mother always made her emotional; it brought out strong emotions in both of us.

“That’s part of it, but this is something I also want for myself.” She paused again. “I’ve never been with a man like you, someone who’d love me unconditionally. I can be free with you, I can say or do anything with you, and you’d never judge me or think less of me for it. I’ve always been ... slutty, wanton, whatever the right word is for it, but you allow me to be what I am, you even, you know ... encourage it. I’ve never felt so loved and so free to be myself.”

I smiled. This young woman was truly perfect for me. “It’ll always be like that, Kenna, I promise you that.”

“I’m doing this, Daddy, because it’s something we both want,” she said confidently.

“We’d better get back to the room, then. I want you looking your best tonight.”

She shot me another beautiful, angelic smile. “Okay.”

When we got back to the room, I poured a glass of Jack Daniel’s and watched as Kenna retreated into the bathroom of our suite to get ready. An hour later, it was 7:50 when she emerged, and I drank her in. She was wearing a dress that I’d never seen her in. It was a little black mini-dress with a deep V that put a lot of her ample breasts on display. The hem was cut very short, just a couple of inches below her ass, and it had a slit on her left thigh that went nearly to her waist. She’d pinned her hair up, which always reminded me of her mother, and I knew she’d styled it that way for that very reason. She took my breath away, and my eyes ran up and down her body as I took her in.

“Do I look okay?” she said in her best sex-kitten voice.

“Stunning, absolutely stunning.” She loved dressing up, showing her beautiful body off for me, and I always made sure to let her know I appreciated it.