Divided Emotions

Rozaria Pendleton (nee, Paxton) was a beautiful black woman. She stood at 5’7”, weighted 142 lbs., had a bronzed caramel skin tone, and her face was free of any wrinkles or blemishes. As a life long advocate of physical fitness, her behind was firm, her belly flat, 34C breast still supple and pouting and she had long, very shapely legs. Her appearance belied her 36 years and rivaled that of any woman 15 years her junior.

‘Zari’ was the single mother of a 17 year old son named Mon’Tre whom she had with her then husband of 2 years Marcell Pendleton. When ‘Tre’ was a mere 1 year old, ‘Marc’ (pronounced Mark) went out to buy a pack of cigarettes and never bothered to return, nor had he been heard from since that fateful morning of 16 years ago.

Undaunted, Zari picked herself up and secured a job with a financial services company. Through the years she rose through the ranks at the company and earned herself the position as head of the human resources department, a job she still maintained.

Zari enjoyed her motherhood immensely. As time went on she met a few nice men who wanted to spend time with her and she even dated a few, mostly having such dates during lunch breaks on work days. However she eschewed any consideration of a serious relationship. She had her sexual needs of course, but regulated satisfying those desires through masturbation and the use of sex toys.

Her priority was raising her son. She exposed Tre to as much as she could possibly afford and was kept quite busy with his extra curricular activities. As Tre grew into a young man Zari knew that it was in her best interest to begin to have a social life. In less than a year Tre would be going away to college and she didn’t want to be left with the burden of not having a life of any kind after he left home. She had her job responsibilities, her daily morning workouts (which she absolutely loved) and occasionally met with girlfriends for drinks on payday Fridays, but outside of that her life was dedicated to raising Tre.

After over 16 years of not knowing any male pleasures at all, Zari finally relented and was now indulging in what had quickly grown into a magical summer for both her and her new lover. His name was Marlon Pawll. Zari enjoyed Marlon’s company. He made her laugh and stimulated her intellect with his most insightful points of view. When he made love to her, it was always an honest and sincere love. Marlon made the kind of love to Zari that just about always brought her to joyous tears because of the selfless manner in which he routinely attended to her.

Marlon enjoyed the relationship because Zari simply gave him a love, a kindness and a sweetness that he had never known before his dealings with her. Zari built him up with a positive reinforcement and nurtured him with unbridled tenderness.

After slightly less than 3 months of spending their wonderful summer together, laughing, crying, sharing, talking and making love to and with each other, they could not help but to fall deeply in love. They shared a very unique but tightly knit bond. The situation was a bit scary for both of them. Their love had grown very quickly into the type that was just right for a sappy Hollywood love story. They were experiencing the kind of happiness that most are afraid to even dare dream of. As the summer went on, Zari’s friends and associates were even commenting to her that she seemed to have a renewed sense of being, a bounce in her step and a look of satisfaction in her eye. Zari was in fact as happy as she had ever been in her life.