-Keegan-
"Keegan! It's been too long!" my mom squealed when she opened the door. She got on her tip-toes and wrapped her arms around my neck. I picked her up and spun her around, relishing in the delight that I got just from being in her presence, it had been too long and I intended to never let this much time pass between visits. The aroma of dinner crept outside, sending subliminal messages to my empty gut...Shit, I had missed my mother's cooking.
After I sat her back on solid ground, she became even more frantic. "Where is she? Where is she?" she squealed, looking at my face. I stepped aside, revealing my love to her. She stopped in place and looked at her, a blank stare taking over her eyes... I wondered if I did the same when I first met her. "Raven, you are beautiful!" she said, the blank stare still consuming her face.
"Thank you very much, Mrs. Stevens... it is a pleasure," Raven said with a sweet smile, extending her hand. Mistake #1: we don't shake hands in this family.
"Nonsense!" Mom said, snapping out of her trance and wrapping Raven's now-warm body in a tight hug. Raven looked at me uncomfortably over my mom's shoulder and I mouthed the words: 'I'm sorry!'. She raised her arms and returned the hug. "Please, call me Lorraine or Lora if you prefer!"
After releasing Raven, Mom turned around and led us into her home with a "Please, come in!"... this was the home I grew up in... for the most part. "My, oh my... are you guys in for a treat! I made fried chicken, collards, mashed potatoes, melt-in-your- mouth rolls, and mac and cheese for dinner and a big ole pecan pie for dessert! I hope yall are hungry!" she said excitedly, her Southern roots making themselves more apparent at that moment.
"Actually," I began slowly, "Raven doesn't eat much."
"Oh! Not to worry, Dear!" Mom said with a wink, "She won't be able to say 'no' to my pecan pie!"
Mom escorted us to the dining room. She had set the table with the good china and even had some sort of artsy centerpiece... impressive. She seated Raven and I next to each other and herself at the head closest to me. "Just a second," she said as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"How're you holding up?" I asked quietly, squeezing Raven's hand.
"Fine, a little nervous about dinner," she whispered looking at me with those killer, brown eyes.
"You don't have anything to be nervous about! Sorry about the hug, we don't do handshakes in our family," I whispered, shrugging.
"Yeah, no kidding! Thanks for the warning... if I had not already fed, I probably would have eaten her! She smells so much like you..." she whispered, leering in my eyes longingly.
"Easy, Killer, don't look at me like that," I warned quietly, looking away from her.
"I want you," she whispered, lightly brushing my lips with hers.
"We'll take care of that later," I growled, nibbling her earlobe and then trying to distance myself from her. It wouldn't be good to have a hard-on at the dinner table.
At that moment, Mom entered the dining room with a gigantic bowl of fried chicken... the smell was so intense! "Do you need help getting the rest?" I asked, starting to stand only to be pushed back into my seat by my mother.
"Absolutely not! You are a guest, Sweetheart! Just sit back, relax, and let me play hostess!" she said, her spunkiness was hilarious! Within a few seconds, she came in with a bowl of mashed potatoes and a bowl of collards, setting them on the table only to disappear again, this time carrying in a casserole dish of macaroni and cheese and a basket of buttered rolls.
She took her seats and asked for us to join hands to bless the meal. This made me a little nervous because Raven and I had never discussed religion... the only time I heard her even mention God was when she was calling for him while her pussy was gripping my cock. That was fucking horrible. Regardless of her religious beliefs, she grabbed my hand and bowed her head.
"Father, we thank you for the food that's about to nourish our bodies and we ask that you bless it with all the glory that you see fit. We thank you for putting Raven in my son's life and pray that she continues to be a part of it. In Jesus' name we pray, Amen." she said, carefully speaking each word. "Amen," Raven and I said in unison when the prayer was over. I didn't know how she felt about the prayer during it, but when I looked up, I saw the tears welling in her eyes.
"Let me get that for you," I said, quickly scrambling to wipe her eyes before the blood fell... that would have been hard to explain.
"Thank you," she said quietly as I stuffed the bloody tissue into my pocket.
"No problem, Babe," I said, picking up the bowl of chicken and putting the smallest possible piece on her plate, a piece on mine, and passing it to Mom. The same with the rest of the food: a small, spoonful of mashed potatoes, collards, mac and cheese, and a small roll. It looked like a child's plate but neither of us knew how she did with human food.
"Goodness, Keegan! What are you trying to do? Starve her?" Mom asked, comparing Raven's plate to ours.
"She's not a heavy eater, Mom... she'll get more if she wants more, isn't that right, Babe?" I said, smiling at Raven. She nodded and that seemed to calm Mom down a bit. I started in on my chicken as Mom did on her's, the only person who hadn't eaten yet was Raven. She picked up her chicken and took a small bite, then she let out a groan, making Mom and I both jump.
-Raven-
'It is now or never,' I thought as I picked up the piece of chicken. It smelled heavenly. I bit into it and everything went black. I groaned aloud at the taste, my taste buds were on fire! "It is so good!" I said a little too loud for normal dinner conversation. It was like I was chewing a little piece of heaven! I had not had anything to eat in almost ninety years and this was one hell of a meal to start back with.
"Lora, this is amazing!" I said, truthfully, my hands in tight fists as I swallowed the first bite. I looked around the table at Keegan and Lora's shocked faces. I took a sip of Lora's sweet tea and the same thing happened, it was the first time I had anything to drink other than blood in the same amount of time.
"Thanks!" Lora replied with a smile as if nothing was amiss. This went on with the rest of the food, though not as intense. It surprised me that I could eat and not only that, I could enjoy it! I remained true to Keegan's prediction... I had seconds and thirds. I was working on the fourth plate before Lora reminded me that dessert was still to come.
She disappeared into what I presumed to be the kitchen and came out with a large, pecan pie and a pitcher of milk. I had not had pecan pie in about ninety-two years, this was going to be a treat!
-Keegan-
I watched as Raven shoveled down plate after plate. I had never seen her eat and it was different. She was more human than she gave herself credit for. Mom collected all of the dirty dishes and cups and said she was coming back with dessert. When she returned with the milk and pie, I thought Raven was gonna maul it, I chuckled. Mom went around the table pouring milk in our glasses and cut and served slices of pie. Without hesitation, Raven dug in, groaning the whole way through. Mom winked at me and gave me a smile that said 'Not a heavy eater, my ass!' I nodded and returned the smile.
After we finished dinner, Mom escorted us into the living room, gesturing for us to sit on the couch. She sat in the chair facing the couch. "So... how did you two meet?" Mom asked with a smile.
"Well, I had a blind date with Hannah that worked at the supermarket...remember?" I said, giving Mom the death stare. "Anyway, she stood me up and Raven walked up to me, we really hit it off and we were up all night together." I said, knowing that Raven was picturing the details of our first night together just as I was. I cleared my throat and smiled.
"Great!" Mom said with a smile, completely missing the underlying message that only Raven and I understood. "Raven, what do you do for a living?" she asked, turning to Raven.
"Honestly, I live off of a pretty good amount of inheritance and investments... though I am not proud of it. In my life, I have worked as a secretary, a librarian, a writer, an editor, a singer in a jazz club, plus much, much more!" she said easily.
