The Cajun Gentleman Prologue

Paris, Texas 10 years ago.

"Can we have a long distant relationship? I am willing to wait for you." I said as tears filled my eyes. The sound of Kate Perry's Roar is playing over the radio in the background of my thoughts as Kevin, the man I loved and I thought loved me, was saying, in so many words, that he was leaving and not coming back.

"No, I don't want you to have to put your life on hold for me." He said in a somber tone.

"But you are worth the wait. Don't you understand, you helped me get through a difficult time in my life!"

Difficult doesn't begin to explain what this man helped me get through. Before Kevin and I met I was in an abusive relationship with an older man. Kevin helped me work up the courage to get out of that relationship. Due to the abuse I experienced from that, he didn't push the topic of sex and was willing to wait until I was ready. He was there for me when I didn't even know I needed him and just when I'm about to ask if he wanted to start a relationship with me, he tells me he is joining the military. I try to fight back tears of hurt, pain and understanding. I'm hurt because the man that had been a ray of sunshine in my life of rain clouds and storms for the past month and a half, just caused me so much pain by telling me he is leaving. Understanding because I do understand where he is coming from and why he is leaving. But it doesn't hurt any less.

Holding my hand in his, he rubbed the back of my hand with his thumb, looking at me with soft caramel colored eyes that compliment his caramel color skin,

"Look Alexis, I do care for you deeply, but it would not be fair of me to ask you to do something so drastic as to put your love life on hold for me when it's not guaranteed I will even make it back."

I drop my head in sorrow as I slowly pull my hands from his, "Why me?" I think, "Why does this have to happen to me now?"

"Look, if I had started talking to you a year ago when I first saw you in class, hell if I had started talking to you six months ago this wouldn't even be a topic. But, the Army will help me pay off my student loan and I'm not trying to be in debt so young."

And there it was, if I had been any other girl, I would have thrown a temper tantrum, yelled and screamed until he saw it my way, but noooooo, this is me we're talking about. Alexis, the overly understanding girl, who despite wanting to be happy could never see herself forcing someone else to be unhappy just so she could be happy. With a nod of my head and tears rolling down my face I say,

"Can we at least spend one more night together?"

Tilting my head up with his hand, he wiped the tear rolling down my cheek with his thumb and planted a soft, sincere kiss to my lips. I moaned into his mouth as the fire that was starting to die out slowly reignited. As he slowly pulled away, he looked me in the eyes and said,

"Sure. Do you want to go to our usual spot, the Motel Six on 35th street?" I slowly nod yes as I recover from the kiss he just gave me.

"Fine, I will meet you there at seven o'clock."

"Ok...see you then." I say as I slowly climb into my car.

After he leaves, I shed tears. Why did he have to do this to me? Why did I have to fall for him? Why? Why? WHY!?!? I say over and over as I hit the steering wheel of my car. I must look crazy to people sitting in this parking lot having a full blown temper tantrum. But I don't care. The love of my life is about to walk out of my life and I only have tonight to make a lasting memory. I look in my rear view mirror, wipe my face clean, point to myself in the mirror and say, "Time to make a lasting impression that he will never forget." I grab my phone, call my hair stylist, which is my sister, Charlene, and tell her it's an emergency and if she could squeeze me in for today. She gives me the ok and I am off to her salon.

As agreed, we meet at the Motel Six. Hey, we are struggling college students that can't have sex in their parents house. But we can come up with fifty dollars between the two of us to get a room at the motel. As I pull up to the motel in my 1992 Honda Civic, I see he is already here waiting in his car for me. When I park, he jumps out of his 1993 Toyota Tercel to greet me and open my door. When I step out, he scans my body in a way that causes goosebumps to form on my skin.

"Damn girl, you're really trying to get me to stay, aren't you? You look amazing."

I am wearing his favorite color, orange, that also compliments my milk chocolate skin, in the style of a form fitting maxi dress and tan All Stars, because I don't wear heels. My hair is pressed and falls down to the middle of my back and I am wearing all natural make-up because that is what he likes about me.

"Did you get the key to our room?"

"Yes, we are in that room over there."

He grabs my hand and leads the way. When we enter the room, it smells of cigarettes and cheap booze. We make quick work to spray the room with Febreze to give it a more pleasant smell. We sit on the edge of the queen size bed and just like that we are acting like shy teens that have never had sex before. I tuck my hair behind my ear and look down at my hands. "I am really about to have sex for the last time with Kevin. I wonder if he brought condoms." I think to myself. His question breaks my train of thoughts.

"What are you thinking about?"

"How this will be the last time I get to enjoy being with you, in your presence. In your arms and if you brought condoms."

"Yes, I bought condoms and if I could help you forget the world for just one moment, this is that moment."

With that he eased onto the floor, the bed bounces a little as the shift in weight changes. He pulls off my shoes, I try to relax and stay in the moment, but my mind is racing a mile a minute and I am trying not to tear up at the thought of this being our last time together. He reaches under my dress, goosebumps of anticipation raise on my skin. He removes my panties and I can feel my pussy start to throb and moisten with excitement. He lifted up my legs and rested them on his shoulder and started kissing the inside of my thighs. I shuddered as he leaves a trail of licks and kisses up to my pussy.

"Damn Alexis, I am going to miss the smell of your pussy when it's wet in anticipation."

He said as he inhaled my essence. He parted my vaginal lips with his fingers and got to work making circular strokes on my clit with his tongue. That caused my leg to shake and tense around his head. He reached up, pulled down the top of my dress and pulled out my breast. He started rolling my erect nipple between his fingers as he also started sucking on my clit. I threw my head back into the bed in pleasure and grabbed the back of his head.

"Fuck...you are going to make me cum." I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

His tongue makes its way into my vaginal hole, messaging my g-spot with his tongue. Before I had time to process what he did, my body convulsed into its first orgasm. Causing me to cum and squirt all over his tongue and face.

"Dude, did you just touch my g-spot with your tongue?" I ask him breathlessly as he climbs onto the bed, his mouth and chin dripping with my cum.

Wiping his face on the blanket. he leans over me and says, "Yes...now let's get the rest of this dress off."

Slowly and carefully, he removes my dress and the rest of my bra. Leaving trails of kisses all over my body. I close my eyes and moan as his soft pussy sucking lips sucks in one of my nipples. He gets up and undresses himself, pulling off his pants and releasing his thick meaty cock.

He rolls on the condom, I prop myself up on my forearms and ask, "You don't want me to give you head?"

He climbs onto the bed and looks me in the eyes, "Tonight it's all about you." He says as he passionately kisses me, our tongues in a battle over who wants it more and his tongue is winning. Grabbing me by the waist he pulls me closer to him. He slides his dick slowly into my warm wet pussy and I gasp at how thick his dick feels going in. But before I can fully appreciate his member he cums.

"Got damn girl...I was not expecting that."

I giggle a little and say, "You want to try again?"

"Yes, let me get another condom."

After a little more foreplay, he is hard as a rock. Once again, he slides his dick into my wet pussy and this time starts slow deep strokes. I let out a soft, "Fuck," as he slowly pulls in then out, in, out, in, out. I wrapped my legs around his waist and enjoyed the slow love making for the last time.

In the morning, we showered, and get dressed. We linger in each other's presences, embraced in a hug that I wish could last forever. When it's time to check out we share a final kiss and say see you later instead of goodbye. As I pulled out of the motel parking lot, tears started streaming down my face. On that day I made a vow to never love a man as hard as I loved Kevin.