"Sure. What do you need help with?"
"I'm trying to put up a shelf in my room and I'm an idiot. I can't figure out how to do it."
"You're not an idiot. You just know how to do other things. Everybody knows different stuff. And is good at different stuff. That's how everything gets done. If everybody was good at the same thing a whole lot of things wouldn't get done because nobody knows how to do them."
"I never thought of it that way." He followed her to her room. Taking the opportunity to check out her ass in those skimpy white shorts she was wearing with a big set of red lips on the right ass cheek. They were skimpy enough that her ass cheeks were visible at the bottom. And her red top didn't cover her belly and showed a fair amount of cleavage.
She showed him where she wanted the shelf. She had tried to nail the brackets up and there were several nail holes in the wall. He said, "Well, we need to use screws instead of nails. That will be a lot stronger and hold more weight. And we need to find studs to put the screws into. Drywall won't hold."
"I told you. I'm an idiot."
"No you're not. Let me go get some screws and a drill. I'll be right back." He retrieved the screws and drill from his house and went back to her room. "Show me exactly where you want it." It was unnecessary but he had her hold the shelf up to the wall where she wanted it. It gave him the opportunity to check out her ass some more. And she had to reach up and that pulled her shirt up even more. 'Yeah. I'm a perv.,' he thought.
He located the studs and screwed the brackets in place. It wasn't the exact spot she pointed out because he had to move a little bit to hit studs but it was close enough. He laid the shelf on top and put screws in to hold it.
"There. That should do it."
"Thank you so much."
"No problem. Do you need help putting your stuff on it? Or anything else?"
"No." She sat down on her bed and sighed. "You know? None of the guys I ever dated would have helped me with that. Probably wouldn't know how. They'd just say that's the kind of stuff you pay somebody else to do. What's wrong with me? Why can't I find a decent guy?" She was crying now.
Bruce didn't know what to do. He wasn't good with crying women. Who is? He rubbed her back and said, "You will. Just give it time." This didn't seem to help. She continued crying.
He pulled her over against him and she laid her head on his shoulder. He reached up and held her head with his other hand and lightly stroked her pretty brown hair. He let her cry and get it out. As she did he was aware of the scent of her hair so near his face. And the soft skin of her arm where his hand held her against him. And she had on some kind of wonderful smelling perfume. Her sobs eventually subsided but she remained leaning against him. And he continued to stroke her hair. It seemed to soothe her. Eventually she sat up. She said, "I'm sorry. I'm a mess."
"No problem. We all get upset sometimes and just need a good cry."
She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "You're so kind. Thank you for understanding. And thanks for the shelf. You're a really good friend."
"My pleasure." She kissed his cheek again and hugged him. He hugged her also. As they held each other Bruce rubbed his left hand up and down her back. She just leaned against him and he raised his right hand to stroke her hair. He let his hand on her back go to the bare skin below her shirt and above her shorts. It felt silky smooth and wonderful. As did her hair between his fingers. He turned his head and inhaled the fragrance of her hair. He was surprised she was holding the hug this long. She was usually not this friendly.
They started chatting a little bit about this and that as they sat there in each other's arms. Music, books, movies, friends. Just small talk.
He stroked her hair for a little longer then lowered his hand to her arm and rubbed up and down it's length. His hand on her back alternated between toying with the hem of her shirt and dipping a finger ever so slightly into the waistband of her shorts. She seemed not to notice. After a few minutes he dropped his hand to her leg and pulled his head back a little. "Feeling better?" he asked.
She nodded her head and said, "Yeah. A lot better. But will you still hold me? It feels good."
"Of course." He kind of laughed a little bit.
"What?"
"Your makeup's a mess. It's running down your face."
She play hit him. He put his arm back around her and hugged her tightly to his side again. He dropped his hand to her leg again after a minute. God it felt so good. Her skin was as smooth as silk and flawless. She always had a tan and looked fantastic. He let his fingers lightly caress the top of her thigh where his hand lay. He was very cautious about what he was doing. He was barely able to restrain himself but he was sure she would not let him go very far. So he wanted to enjoy what little bit he could.
He started moving his hand along her leg a little. Just an inch or two. He worked his finger under the hem of her shirt on the back and moved it along the length of the hem. Her shirt was tight but he worked a couple more fingers in. After a few more minutes, as she was telling him about her girlfriends, he got his whole hand under her shirt and felt her bra under his fingers. He was moving his hand on her leg from her knee to the leg band of her shorts. He didn't know if she was oblivious to what he was doing or if she liked it and welcomed it. But he decided to find out.
He raised his hand from her leg to her arm and rubbed it for half a minute. Then up to her hair, stroked the side of her face, then her neck, then her shoulder. He slowly slid his fingertips down the front of her shoulder until he encountered the bodice of her shirt. He ran his fingers along the skin just above the shirt. Then let them slide down to lightly rub a breast through her shirt. He gently let his fingertips go down to where her nipple would be. He felt it through her shirt and it hardened. He toyed with it for a few seconds then cupped her breast in his palm. That's when she raised her head. She gazed at him for a few seconds then leaned in and kissed him.
Bruce was ecstatic. He had wanted her from the moment he saw her the day they were moving in. Only to have his dreams shattered. But now it looked as if his luck was changing. He locked his mouth to hers and tasted her sweet lips. They tasted like strawberries. He touched her lips with his tongue and they parted, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. He continued fondling and caressing her breast as they kissed. His hand came out from under her shirt on the back and went to the back of her head to hold her mouth to his. He put his hand that was playing with her tits under her shirt and felt her tits through her bra. After a minute of this he was ready for more. He brought both hands to the hem of her shirt and started raising it. She lifted her arms above her head and he pulled it up and off. He admired her sexy bra. It barely covered her nipples and was so sheer he could see through it. It was lacy and frilly.
He looked in her eyes and asked, "Are you okay with this?" She just smiled and nodded. He resumed kissing her. He let his hands roam all over her upper body. He reached for the clasp of her bra. When it came loose it dropped to her lap. There were no shoulder straps. Her tits were not big but they were fantastic. Probably about a C cup. High and firm. The nipples were as hard as rocks. He fondled them with his hand as he kissed her. Then he dropped his head to take one into his mouth. He kissed all over both of them and took a nipple between his lips and sucked on it. Then he gently nibbled on it with his teeth while he tweaked the other between his thumb and forefinger. Sandy squealed and held his head to her bosom.
He continued making love to her breasts with his mouth and moved a hand to her beautiful legs once again. He rubbed up and down each of them. Then he brought his hand up her inner thigh to her crotch. Being that her shorts were extremely short, and had loose leg openings, he was able to work his hand into the leg opening enough to feel her panties beneath his fingers. But he couldn't get to the prize just yet.
He raised his head and locked his lips to hers.He brought his hand up to squeeze her tits. He laid her back on the bed as he kissed and caressed her. He laid beside her. He ran his hand down to her belly and fingered her navel for a few seconds. Then he slid it to the waistband of her shorts. He ran his fingers across her belly along the waistband before sliding his hand under the elastic. He went slowly, feeling the waistband of her panties, then down further until he felt her hot pussy beneath his hand. He cupped her pussy in the palm of his hand. It felt hot. And wet. He squeezed gently with his hand, kneading it as a baker might knead bread dough.
Sandy lay there enjoying his manipulations. She moaned and sighed, and squirmed. He started licking, kissing and sucking her tits again. He kissed down her torso to her belly. He ran his tongue along the skin above her shorts. Then he stood up, reached for the waistband of her shorts, then looked at her questioningly. She nodded again. He pulled her shorts down her long, silky smooth, gorgeous legs. She lay there in a pair of very skimpy panties that matched her bra. They were little more than a thong, barely covering her pussy, which he could see through the sheer panties. It appeared that her pussy was bald. And there was already a wet spot in the center of her panties. Bruce leaned in and kissed the wet spot. Sandy jumped and yelped. She grabbed his head and pulled his face into her crotch. He kissed and licked along the legband of her panties. And her inner thighs. And just above her panties. He licked her lips through the panties, making her squeal. He grasped the waistband of her panties and ever so slowly started sliding them down. She raised her hips to help. He wanted to build up the anticipation as much as possible. As hard as it was to do. So he took his time removing them. An inch at a time. Leaning over to kiss the skin that was exposed. Then raising up and pulling them down a little more. When the upper part of her lips came into view he stopped and licked that spot for a minute. Sandy squealed again. At last he pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them on the bed after holding them to his nose. Her pussy smelled just as divine as the rest of her. And, yes, it was bald. And beautiful. Bruce dived in and licked, kissed and tongued her, making her scream several times. At one point she said, "Damn. If I had known you were such a good lover I would have given in long ago. I saw the way you looked at me."
