Hello all. Some parts of this story came from a dream I had, so now you guys know what I have wet dreams about. Anyways, all characters in this story are fictional and of the legal ages of 20, 43, 43 and 42. Any real life similarities to any real people are purely coincidental and accidental, as with the fictional Arizona city in the story. Any suggestions for further writing are welcomed as I will absolutely be making this into a series. I plan on having solo issues for each of the characters, and more group play. So please enjoy, and drop a comment telling me what you did or didn't like.
The elevator stops. I take a deep, shaky breath. The doors open. I look up, this is my chance. I moved out of the house at 20, a little late. I have been so nervous. What if I fail? This is my chance to make life my own. Find myself. I take one big confident step out of the elevator at the end of the hall, and turn to my right. Four doors. Two on the left and one on the right. I walk to the end of the hallway, to the last door on the left. The numbers Four-Oh-Four on the center of the door, my one shot at life lies behind these numbers. I stick the key into the lock and open the door. A small, open plan apartment awaits. A kitchen, bed, sofa and wall mounted Tv are immediately visible.
The town of San Gria is a small community situated on the border of Arizona and Mexico. Only about 37 thousand people live here, not terribly small but far from a metropolitan area. My parents let me stay with them after high school so I could get my degree from a community college back home in New Mexico. They kicked me out after that, and I'm hoping to find my footing here in San Gria. I majored in business, hoping to find some small office job for now whilst I pursue my clay sculpting and pottery passions.
As I unpack my things from their boxes and try to organize them into a semblance of a home, I decide to order some food on postmates. There's a really good pizza place I've seen on TV just a few miles away, so I order a thin crust pepperoni pie, my favorite. I get a notification on my phone that the delivery man is at the front door of the building, so I go to the lobby and meet him.
"Thank you sir, you are a lifesaver." I say in an exhausted voice.
"No problem, have a good night" he says as he walks out the door.
I walk my pizza to the elevator and punch the button. The doors open and I step in. The elevator is sketchy to say the least, very slow and with a single flickering light above my head. It grinds and groans its way up to the fourth floor. The doors slowly creak open and I see a woman standing in front of the elevator. She was to be about five-foot-five. She's latina, and her brown eyes are twinkling.
"Now who exactly are you?" She says as a mischievous smile glides across her face.
"My name is Oscar." I say. "I moved into 404 today."
"How old are you Oscar?" The woman says as she looks me up and down.
"I'm 20." I say. "I reckon you're one of my neighbors?"
"I am indeed, I'm in 403." She says with her eyes locked on mine. She steps closer to me, almost into the elevator. "I'm Cynthia. But you can call me Cynthy." She proceeded to step further, coming into the elevator with me, while holding her eye contact.
The elevator door closes behind her.
"Would you mind going down with me Oscar?" She says with a puppy eyed look, "I might need a big strong man to grab my package for me, I'm 43 and things like big packages can hurt."
I nod my head in agreement, finally breaking her gaze. "The uhh... the button."
Cynthia pushed her body against mine, her breasts coming to about my rib cage, and pressing firmly against me, I let out a small almost inaudible moan, I really hope she didn't hear that. She reaches around me and presses the button for the first floor.
"What have we here?" Cynthia says in an inquisitive voice. I hope for the love of God she doesn't mean my raging boner.
"Pizza from Donny's? You must really be new in town. That place hasn't been good since the owner died two years ago. I myself am a bit of a home cook, would you like to come over tomorrow night for some real food? Think of it as a welcome party!" She exclaimed.
The doors ding open before I can think to respond, and we're in the lobby of our small apartment building. I handed her the pizza and headed to the counter where her package was already on the receptionist's desk. It was about the size of a tissue box. I grab it and go back to the elevator where she is waiting for me. I hand it to her, confused as to why she needed me to grab it for her. We ride back to the top floor and walk to our apartments. She reached her door before I reached mine, and from behind I could see that she was extremely curvy, with her ass taking a considerable amount of self discipline not to gawk at and drool over. Self discipline I didn't have much of, so I was staring hard. She stops outside her door, turns her head over her shoulder and gives me a wink.
"Thank you for grabbing this for me, It was nice meeting you and I think I have plenty of material for it now. Come by tomorrow at 6:30, I'll make you something nice." she says as she walks into her apartment and closes the door behind herself.
I walk back to my apartment and stop when I get inside, my boner trying its best to blast a hole in my jeans. I really hope she didn't see that. I eat my pizza that was indeed terrible, and sit down at my clay throwing set up. I have never met a woman who made me forget how to be a human before. I have to carve the essence of this woman right now. I work furiously for many hours, sculpting and re-sculpting over and over again until it's perfect. A curvy woman made of clay. She looks so seductive, and I have a hard time removing my eyes from the statue. That is until they nearly closed themselves. It was 2:30 before I went to sleep.
I awoke to an ungodly amount of sun in my eyes. I really need to get curtains for my window. I check my phone and see that it's 1:00 in the afternoon. Great. Sleeping in is the perfect way to start my new life of independence.
I run through a fairly routine day. Buying things from the Walmart for my new apartment. Unpacking and setting up my new apartment. I set the statue in the window to sun bake for a while, as I don't have access to anything else right now. 6:30 comes by faster than expected and I head across the hall. I showered and put on my best smelling cologne, a gift from my uncle in Egypt. The door opens and Cynthia is there. She is wearing the tightest pair of blue jeans I have ever seen in my life, an orange crop top that exposes the top of her immaculate bust and no shoes.
"Hola Guapo." She says while looking me up and down again, and biting her lip. "I invited everyone on the fourth floor, it's a little party amongst neighbors."
I walk into her apartment and see two other women sitting at her kitchen island. One is a darker skinned Latina who must be about 5'9". She has on a red dress made of velvet, and my penis seems to like this one because it is springing to life. The other woman is fairly light skinned, and she smiles brightly at me. She is probably around 4'11" and there isn't much of her.
"Hello, my name is Oscar." I say as confident sounding as I can, though I am incredibly intimidated by these three beautiful women.
"I'm Mable!" Exclaims the third woman. "Cynthy was telling me she met a handsome young man and I can see now that she wasn't lying."
I blush hard, give a small dismissal of the accusations, but I can't turn my head from the tall woman sitting under the island light.
"Yvonne." She says coldly as she continues to sip her red wine.
"It's very nice to meet you all." I say as Cynthia walks past me to the kitchen, giving my arm a slight squeeze on the way past. "Where is everyone else?"
"We're all here!" Mable cheers.
"Cynthia is divorced, I never married and Mable's husband died on their honeymoon." Yvonne says while staring daggers through my head.
"Oh, I'm very sorry to hear that Mable. So the three of you young ladies are alone?" I say, trying not to crack any eggshells for the three of them.
"We don't have husbands but we're not alone." Cynthia pipes up. "The three of us have known each other for about a decade now. Since we were all about 33 or so. That's when I divorced my husband. Many men have moved in and out of 404 who think they would be a perfect match for one of us." She stopped to laugh.
"Real macho men who think women can't take care of themselves." Yvonne added. "I'll tell you what though, we've been through a lot and we're still here. Tell us Oscar, what do you do?"
I stop for a second. These three beautiful women are staring at me asking what I do. I don't want to lie to impress them. But pottery sounds so lame. In the end I decide to own up to it. I'm starting my life anew and I don't want to be ashamed of myself.
"I'm trying to find some business job here in town, but I make and sell pottery as well as clay sculptures on the side." I answer truthfully.
"Cynthy you didn't tell me he was an artist!" Mable exclaims. "I think that's wonderful Oscar, art is a pure way to express yourself.... Speaking of, tell us some more about yourself."
For hours I talked to them about going to school back home, my family heritage, how my dad is half Egyptian and half white, while my mom is part Spanish and part Irish. We talk a while about their past relationships and past experiences.
As Yvonne is telling her life story, she sips more wine and I find myself staring at her. She is so beautiful. I daydream about her breasts. I know I shouldn't, but they are big, really really big.
Yvonne stops talking for a second to drink some of her wine. She looks directly at my eyes, but I'm looking at her breasts.
"Like what you see or something?" Yvonne snaps. "You're real pervy aren't you?"
I immediately snap out of my trance and look her in the eyes. I'm surprised to see that she's looking me up and down but she doesn't look angry.
"I I I I... I'm so sorry I was just spaced out for a second... I didn't mean to do it... I'm sorry it won't happen again." I stammer out as fast as I can.
"Let me let you in on a secret, you couldn't handle this body little boy." She says as she pushes her stool back and stands up. She cups her voluptuous ass in her hands and turns it to me. It is absolutely fucking huge. "This ass alone is more than you can handle."
Yvonne gets up and leaves the apartment, leaving me in absolute shock.
