I was so glad this day was over and my three-day weekend was just beginning. This week had dragged so slowly; it seemed more like a month. My boss, Mr. Farrell was going to be out of town so he’d given me tomorrow off. It was supposed to be nice through the weekend so maybe I’d drive down to the lake. I should go shopping for a new television but I wasn’t sure what I wanted.
The apartment was quiet, too quiet. My son was off to spend his annual two-week vacation with his father. He hadn’t really wanted to go with his dad but it was part of our visitation agreement. I didn’t need any more problems with his dad; he was a big enough pain in the ass.
The apartment was stuffy so I thought I’d open up the sliding glass patio doors and let some fresh air in. There was a very warm breeze blowing as I stepped out on the tiny patio.
“Hi Ms. B!” I heard voices greeting me.
I looked towards my neighbors and saw Alex and Tyrell sitting out on their patio. Alex and Tyrell were both city policemen. They worked together and lived in the adjacent apartment. I always felt safe knowing the two of them were usually just a shout away. The two black men looked very handsome in their uniforms. Alex and Tyrell were both in their mid-twenties, six foot tall or more with very muscular builds. Tyrell was bald; I suspected he shaved his head because he liked the look.
“Hi guys!” I spoke, returning their greeting. “Nice day!”
“Where’s your son, haven’t seen him all week?” Alex asked.
“Oh, he’s been with his father up in Chicago this week.” I replied. “He’ll be back next Sunday afternoon.”
I had to dress very conservative at work. Mr. Farrell was a stickler on dress code. Dresses and skirts had to be at least knee length and absolutely nothing low cut. Even jewelry had to be kept to a minimum. I called it my “granny look”. At least I could wear what I wanted for the next few days. I’ve got a great figure. I just didn‘t get the chance to show it off very often. I’m 36, 5’9” tall, slim with shoulder length dark hair. I couldn’t attract any of the men at work, probably because of the way I had to dress. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d been out with anyone; it had been so long ago. I started to head back into my apartment to change out of my office attire.
“Ms. B. How about having a beer with us?” Tyrell shouted.
I wasn’t much of a drinker but a cold beer did sound good. I told them that sounded pretty good. I walked across the short grassy area in my high-heels towards the two men. Alex slid the patio door back and I stepped into the coolness of their apartment. The cool air was very refreshing. Alex and Tyrell motioned me towards their livingroom. It was the first time I’d ever been inside their apartment. It was very nice, all leather furniture with light oak accessories.
I noticed a big screen television along one wall and asked them about it. Alex started telling me all about it while Tyrell went to the kitchen to get the beer. The television had every feature you could dream possible and the picture was crystal clear. Alex said he and Tyrell were big sports and movie fans, that‘s why they‘d purchased it. Tyrell came back from the kitchen and handed me a cold glass of beer. It tasted great, really hitting the spot.
Tyrell motioned towards the couch, so I walked over and sat down. The leather was a little stiff but very comfortable. Alex sat on the couch with me. Tyrell sat in a leather swivel chair across from me. I had always been curious about police work so I asked them about their jobs. From the description of what they got involved in, it was far from glamorous like it’s often portrayed. Alex and Tyrell loved telling some of the funny incidences they got involved in. They talked for more than an hour, one funny story after another. Tyrell had kept refilling my glass and I was really beginning to relax. I enjoyed the two men’s company but I should be getting back to my apartment. I was getting a little hungry, probably from drinking the beer.
Alex suggested they call out for pizza. I could eat with them if I liked. It had been awhile since I’d had pizza. Their offer sounded tempting so I took them up on it. Alex went to the phone while I used their bathroom. When I returned, Tyrell had poured me another beer. I’d had enough beer so I just nursed it till the pizza arrived. Tyrell asked me about my job. I gave them a brief explanation of what I did and how boring the job was. I’d thought seriously about looking for another job but I didn’t know what kind of work might interest me more.
The pizza finally arrived. It smelled great when Alex opened the box. Tyrell put a couple of big slices on a plate and handed it to me. We sat in the livingroom, eating pizza and watching the evening news. I ate all that I wanted so I set my plate on the coffee table in front of me. I took a big drink, finishing the beer off. The effects of the beer had me very relaxed, even a little sleepy.
“How about some desert Ms. B?” Alex said almost in a whisper.
“I couldn’t eat another thing.” I replied, my voice a little slurred.
I didn’t catch their real meaning at first. I felt Alex’s arm around my shoulders pulling me towards him. He leaned into me and kissed me softly on the lips. My lips responded immediately. It had been so long since I’d been kissed. Alex’s lips moved over mine. I tried to keep our lips together making the kiss last. I could feel the heat in my body rising. I put my hand on Alex’s shoulder trying to pull him closer to me. Tyrell came over and sat down on my other side. Alex’s lips parted from mine. I opened my eyes, seeing him smiling. Tyrell put his huge hand on my chin and turned my head towards him. He put his lips on mine and kissed me passionately. I felt his tongue slide between my lips, licking them back and forth. I parted them so his thick tongue could moisten them freely. Tyrell played with my lips, then slid his tongue deeper into my mouth. He worked his tongue over mine then swirled it around my mouth.
My body was reacting to all the kissing. I wasn’t objecting as they took turns kissing me and probing their hard tongues inside my mouth. Tyrell’s hand was at the hem of my skirt pushing it slowly upwards. His strong hand brushing back and forth on my leg. I pressed my legs together to keep his hand from getting any higher but that didn’t stop him. He kept rubbing along the top of my leg, inching my skirt higher. Alex was kissing me harder, grinding his lips on mine. I felt his hand cupping one of my breasts, massaging and fondling it. My breathing was coming in slow deep breaths as the two men worked on me. I knew I should stop them but my body was hungry for attention.
Tyrell had my skirt almost pushed up to the top of my thigh-high nylons. He strong hands rubbing up and down on my legs. I relaxed, letting them part just a little. Tyrell’s hand immediately slipped down between my legs. Alex and I parted lips. Tyrell waited a minute to let me catch my breath before putting his lips on mine. He slid his huge tongue between my lips and probed deep inside my mouth. He worked it in and out of my mouth slowly. It was like he was tongue fucking my mouth. I moaned deeply as he continued sliding his tongue in and out.
