Complex Simplicity

“Go long!” Ayden called to his ten year old son as he stepped back a few times then let the foot ball go flying at him. The ball spiraled perfectly before landing into the little boy’s hand. Jonathon Larson beamed proudly and darted for his dad.

“I caught it!” he cheered, “Did you see me dad? Did you see me?”

Ayden laughed and caught the little boy hard against his chest and enveloped him in his arms, “I saw son,” he laughed as she stumbled backwards and fell into the lawn with Jonathon sprawled on top of him. He tickled Jonathon who laughed so hard, he started turning red in the face. Ayden laughed then stood up and tossed his son over his shoulder and strode towards the house.

“Ayden Larson you wipe your feet,” Mimi Saunders shouted without looking back at them.

“Sometimes I swear you have eyes in the back of your head,” he kissed her on a wrinkled cheek before placing Jon down, “go wash up for dinner Jon.”

“I caught it Mimi,” Jon reported excitedly.
“Congratulations,” Mimi grinned down at the boy, “I am sorry I missed it.”
“You will see the next time,” Jon told her proudly then darted up the stairs to do as his father bade him to.

Mimi turned back to check some garlic bread in the oven then closed it and turned it off, “that beautiful photographer girl is back in town,” Mimi spoke, “Have you gone over and said hello yet?”

“No,” Ayden smiled, “why should I do that? The last time I spoke to her she had a husband and wanted nothing to do with me, remember? She told me as much when we crashed into each other over in Copper Bay.”

Ayden frowned and washed his hands in the sink then dried them on a kitchen towel.

“She was married then,” Mimi pushed, “is she now?”
“I don’t know,” Ayden told her and he wanted add that he didn’t care because Janice Tourney was a pompous, snobby little bitch that he wanted nothing to do with since their last encounter. He had money, but if Jonathon ever grew up to be like that, Ayden didn’t know what he would do.

“Megan would have known what to do,” he muttered.
“But she can’t help you now can she?” Mimi asked quietly, “You need a good woman in your life.”
“True,” Ayden agreed, “but Janice Tourney is not it.”
*
Dinner was delicious as always. Mimi had out done herself by making homemade spaghetti sauce and garlic bread. Jonathan ate quietly until every last bit was off his plate them beamed at Mimi who served him some more food.

Ayden’s heart broke when Jon had asked him one day what his mother was like. She had died giving bit to the little boy and not one night went by that Ayden didn’t go out to his favorite swimming hole and say a prayer for Megan Larson; the one woman who had beaten him into submission. She had taken his heart with her bubbly personality, the love she had for everyone and everything. She loved life and did not deserve to die.

“Papa?” Jon’s insistent voice broke through his thoughts and Ayden shook his head to clear it.
“Yes son,” he answered and could not believe that his voice sounded so shaky, “What is it?”
“I was going to go play a video game after we finished clearing the table and wanted to know if you would like to come with.”
“Sure thing Jon, but I can only let you beat me a few times because I still have some paper work I need to get done.”

Jon grinned, his green eyes sparkling happily like a ten year old boy’s should as he picked up his plate and made for the sink.
*
That night as Ayden laid in bed, he thought about the day he had seen Janice in Copper Bay. It was at one of those fancy parties that he had to go to because he had let Cicely Parker, his personal, assistant and best friend, talk him into being one of the models in his newest campaign to publicize his latest designs of men’s jeans. He had no idea how she did it because Ayden never wanted to go back into the business, but Cicely had a way with words.

Janice was dressed elegantly. A flaming red dress that drew every man’s attention in the room; a dress that made her husband at the time beam with pride to have her hanging off his arm and a dress that made Ayden didn’t care that she was married.

He had spent the whole night watching her and he knew she was flirting with him. She would lick her lips when he looked at her, flipped her hair from her face or she would lean over and run a tongue down Richard’s ear lobe. Sometimes she would shove her chest out so that her cleavage could be seen clearly across the room. All the while, she would keep eye contact with him.

About mid-night that night, he finally got her alone and asked her how she wanted it. She had only looked over his shoulder, saw Richards coming then told Ayden to drop dead. Ayden still didn’t know what got over him then, but he would NEVER make that mistake again. EVER.

With that thought, he drifted off to sleep with a hard-on to rival anything any other man could ever have.
*
Ayden lifted a hand and banged on the door. He did not even know how he got there but he had a problem and the sexy blonde inside was going to fix it.

A light flicked on inside the two bedroom house and soon he heard soft footsteps coming toward the door. A second later it came open, “Ayden?” the woman asked pushing open the screen door to allow him entrance, “do you know what time…?” before she could finish, Ayden had her in his arms, his lips covering hers and his arousal was pressing against her stomach.

She moaned and her arms came around him but Ayden was fighting with her nightgown. He was too impatient; he grabbed a handful of her gown and yanked. The material came apart in his hand like tissue paper and he let it fall to the ground leaving her naked and shivering in front of him. As he stalked towards her he removed his jacket and he could see her backing away from him toward her bedroom. The wall separating the living room from her bedroom stopped her retreat and she gasped as he pushed her legs apart and fell to his knees between them. Opening her pussy with his fingers he stuck his tongue into her. She was already wet and tasted sweet and tangy on his tongue. He moaned and added a finger to the mix.

He felt her gyrating against him causing her juice to spread over his nose, his chin and cheek. Kept eating her until she began cumming. While her orgasm was rocking her body, he freed himself from the confines of his jeans and lifted her off the ground. Staggering backwards a little, he brought her slowly down over his enlarged cock. A low moan left his throat as her hot, wet, tight channel enveloped his sensitive rod.

She cried out his name and Ayden thought he would go crazy if she should change her mind and wanted to stop. He began lifting her off him and pulling her back down onto him, slowly but when she began cummning over his cock; he began shoving himself into her faster and faster.

He placed her on the ground and still inside her, walked her to her bedroom. He bent her over her bed and lifted both her legs off the ground and continued shoving into her from behind. His breath caught in his throat, his body stiffened before he let her go and wrench himself from her.

When he was finished cumming, he backed away from her muttering how sorry he was. She smiled contently against her bed and snuggled into her pillow but he felt horrible. He staggered out into the hallway and grabbed his jacket. He then left out the front door and closed it behind him. Making his way back home, he looked in on Jon, heard Mimi snoring in the guest room then went back into his room and locked the door behind him.

He was satisfied physically, but mentally he felt like an eel.