#tj: blow a kiss and feed her

[desiraypark]

A Birthday First

This is an entry in the Clyde x Sherri series! Characters: Clyde and Sherri Logan; their family and friends. Content: Fluffy; family; birthday stuff; then it gets a little sexy Author’s Note: Sherri calls Sadie “Suga’” and Clyde calls her “Sadie Bug”. 

“Happy Birthday, baby brother,” Jimmy said, palming the top of Clyde’s head. He kissed him on the forehead. “Thank you, Jimmy.”

“Y’all have a good night,” Sylvia said. She, Jimmy, and Sadie walked out the door, the last of the house guests for Clyde’s birthday. “Y’all too. Drive safe!” Sherri said to them. “Bye Uncle Clyde! Bye, Aunt Sherri!” Sadie called back, waving and running to the Jimmy’s truck.  “Bye, Suga’/Bye, Sadie Bug!” Clyde and Sherri waved.  Clyde and Sherri stood in the doorway, watching the trio climb into the truck. Clyde looked down at Sherri and pulled her close to him by her waist. He kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you, Baby,” he said. She blushed. “Mm-hmm.” Clyde’s birthday was small and intimate, but still one for the books. It wasn’t a surprise, but he let Sherri handle everything without interference. Still exhausted from Thanksgiving dinner and all that entailed, his family pitched in for goodies from her supermarket job - a fried chicken dinner big enough to feed a big ol’ family; soda, beer, and of course, a nice big birthday cake. Guests included Jimmy, Sylvia, and Sadie, Mellie and Joe, Clyde’s Aunt May, his cousin Kyle, and his wife Leanne, Sherri’s brother, TJ, and her mother, Valerie Simmons. They danced, they laughed, and they played Taboo (Clyde won) and Twister (Sadie won that). They had so much fun, Clyde didn’t even get a chance to open his gifts. As they waited for Jimmy to drive off, Sherri suddenly took note of water running in the kitchen. She walked in to find her mother washing dishes. She’d only volunteered to put the leftover food in smaller containers.  “Mama, what are you doin’?” Sherri asked. Ms. Simmons put a plate in the dish rack and looked over her shoulder. “I couldn’t help myself,” she said. Sherri shook her head, walked to her mother and kissed her cheek. “Thank you. Now, can you go home, please?” “Yes, I can,” Ms. Simmons said, playfully rolling her eyes. She gave Sherri a hug.  “No, wait,” Sherri whispered in her mother’s ear.  “Hmm...?” “Stall Clyde for me, really quick. I’ve got a surprise for him.” “What kind of a surprise?” she asked. Right then, Clyde walked into the kitchen. Ms. Simmons hushed herself, and Sherri squeezed her hand. Then she breezed past Clyde as though nothing were happening. “You still here, Mama?” he asked, leaning in the doorway. “Yeah, I figured I’d take a little load off you two for the night,” Ms. Simmons said.  “You ain’t have to do that.” Ms. Simmons scanned the kitchen, then went into the pantry. Bingo! A broom and dustpan. “Yeah, I know, but I’m just in that kind of mood.” She grabbed the broom, kicked the dustpan out of the pantry, and started sweeping. “First Thanksgiving as a married couple, your first birthday as a married man. You ready for Christmas?” she asked.  Clyde sat down at the table and grinned. “I think so. I got a few ideas of what to get Sherri, but I want to get her somethin’ real nice. She always wants lil’ cutesy stuff - mugs and journals and all that. I want to get her somethin’ that’ll blow her mind, ya know?” Ms. Simmons laughs.  “Yep, that’s her,” she said, moving the broom across the mostly spotless floor. “That girl had so many journals and diaries and notepads growin’ up...” “I can imagine...” Finally, Sherri stepped into the kitchen wearing her robe. “Mama, you’re still here?” she asked. “I’ll get that dirt.” “Alright, I guess I’ll go on and leave you two alone” Ms. Simmons said, putting the broom against the wall. Clyde and Sherri stood in the front doorway and watched Ms. Simmons leave. Then, Sherri pushed the door closed and leaned against it. “I’ve got a gift for you,” she said with low eyes and a low voice. “You do?” “Mm-hmm...” 

Sherri took his hand and led him to their dim bedroom. Only his lamp was on, and a scented candle burned on his tall dresser. Clyde stood in the middle of the floor, anxious. Then, Sherri came wobbling in with one of the dining room chairs. She placed it in front of him.  “Sit down,” she said with a mischievous grin. Clyde did as told. Sherri stepped into a pair of shiny white pumps she had sitting by the door, then she walked to her dresser. Clyde looked over his shoulder and watched Sherri press a button on her phone. Music came from the Bluetooth speakers. “I just wanna...show you how much I appreciate you...” Beyoncé sang. Sherri, suddenly shy and biting her bottom lip, sauntered over to Clyde. The dimples formed in his cheeks as he looked up at her. She ran her fingers through his hair. Then, she stepped away and untied her robe, letting it drop to the floor. “...wanna show you how much, I really care about your heart...” Sherri rotated her waist in a green teddy and nude stockings. Clyde leaned back in the chair and exhaled loudly. Each rotation of her waist made the convex curves of her hips float like the sea. She walked back to Clyde and ran her fingers through his hair and up his chest; she bent over in front of him, made her ass cheeks jiggle, and did all kinds of other tricks. Her shyness melted away and she became Beyoncé . She became Monica Wilson. And Clyde was nothing more than a boiling pot of water, anxious to pick Sherri up and body slam her onto the bed. But he was patient. And he knew that Sherri wasn’t getting anything that costed less than a trillion dollars for Christmas. 

#clyde x sherri #clyde logan x oc