I Wish

There was a knock at the door. "Who could it be so early in the morning?" I had just recently moved into the neighborhood but because of work, being on call and everything I was unable to get in touch with my neighbors. Today should have been the perfect day, Saturday, to do this sort of thing. But in addition to the fact that I can't exactly cook, I need to clean the house which hasn't been dealt with since a moved.

Clearing through the pieces of cardboard, safety wrap and plastic bags I opened the front door. Looking up I saw a tall- 6ft, blond curly haired Caucasian male. He looked to be about 18, barely legal; compared to my 27 years I felt utterly old. Wiping my hands on my apron I pulled a scrunchie from my pockets and caught my brown curls into a ponytail.

"May I help you?" I inquired peering to see if anyone else was outside. Surprisingly none of the other neighbors were out doing their usually Saturday activities.

"My college is doing a survey," he began shyly "I'd like to know if you have any time for me to conduct an interview?" he blushed.

I looked at him questionly. Then I noticed that I was barely dressed- just a pink bra underneath my white apron that tied neatly around my neck and waist exposing my whole back and very short white skirt. The whole thing could be seen through.

"Do come in," I quickly ushered him in before anyone else saw me like that. Leading him through practically rubble, we surprisingly ended up in the kitchen/dining room. He sat at the 4 seater round dining table as he took out his papers for the survey. Standing behind the kitchen counter adjoining the dining room I rested my elbows on the cold tiled marble as he took out his pen, pencil, eraser and a bunch of other utensils. As if trying to ease the tension he asked

"How long ago did you move in?"

"About 1 month ago but I've been so busy with work, being on call on all, this is my 1st day off to actually get things out of the way," I began

"What is it you do for a living?" he asked as I assumed his survey began

"I'm a doctor at the Memorial Hospital downtown,"

"Wow, there aren't many ebony people in these parts but even worse ebony doctors," he smiled as he scribbled something on paper "I hope I didn't offend you just now." He ended after realizing he had said it out loud.

"Oh no none taken, I don't think I'm old enough to take offense yet," I began smiling; he stared at me for a long period, so much so I felt there was something in my teeth. He looked around

"Are you married?"

"Nah, I wish," I began "I wouldn't be doing all the cleaning all by myself," I chuckled a bit "I definitely wouldn't have so many sex toys either."

Realizing a little too late that I said that aloud I looked across at him; seemed as if he didn't hear.

"Would you like something to drink?" I finally offered after the silence

"Yes please," he began "water would be fine"

"As if I have anything else," I muttered as I took out what seemed to be the water bottle and poured both him and myself a glass.

"Thank you," he said as he took the glass, his fingers lightly brushing against mine. The reaction of my body to him told me I definitely needed to get out more.

"So," he began "do you masturbate often?"

I looked at him raising a questioning brow, and then taking a sip of my water I choked. This wasn't water..................it was Vodka.

"Don't drink that!" I shouted reaching for his glass but he pulled back; allowing me to collapse atop him. The chair had been turned over- he was lying flat on his back, while I was propped on my palms on either side of his body, my right knee nudging him between both his legs.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered urging myself into a standing position. Offering my hand to help him up he asked

"About inviting me in, exposing your sexy chocolate body, giving me vodka, lying a top me or giving me a hard on?"

"Uhhh," I didn't know what to say at that point as it certainly wasn't intentional for it to have turned out that way. Backing away I began to stammer

"I wasn't expecting anyone today," I paused to gulp "and I hadn't noticed I was out of water," I continued to make excuses

"Which doctor do you know has a fridge full of vodka?" he questioned as he began backing me into a corner "Which doctor do you know has a box full of sex toys?" I was totally against the wall now. "Which doctor you know is as sexy as you?" he focused on my bright pink bra as he said this, ultimately warming my cheeks and other places I fail to say. "Which doctor do you know masturbates on her kitchen counter?" he now cocked a brow

"Wait a minute," I protested as his hands now barred my exit "I didn't tell you that I........."

"I watch you," he smiled as his face was now inches from mine "Dianne."

"I don't recall telling you my name Shane?" remembering I had noticed it on his name on his school ID

"I've been watching you ever since you moved in," he began "bet you didn't know I lived right across you."

"You didn't put up any curtains for a while so I could see EVERYTHING you did through my room window." He continued.

"How dare you?" I lifted my hand to slap him but he reacted quickly and held both my hands in one of his, slamming them above my head against the wall.

"I knew today was cleaning day," he began again "and I know you don't wear underwear when you clean."

I blushed. What was this boy up to? Why was he so close to me? Why was I so aware of his masculinity?

"I love your ebony color, your dark brown eyes, your dark curly hair," he pulled the scrunchie, freeing my hair onto my shoulders. Nuzzling his face into the groove of my neck he inhaled my scent before he licked the sweat from my body.

Before I knew it he had pulled the apron loose from my body exposing my flat stomach and tattoo on my hip. Releasing my hands he knelt before me, embracing my body as if I were some goddess. My left leg placed on his right shoulder and my right leg on his left- my legs were parted in front of his face. I wanted to tell him to stop; I wanted to say 'don't do it'; but when his lips parted only a scream exited mine as his tongue delved into me. Flicking his tongue over my clitoris I couldn't control how wet how I got after especially considering he had a tongue piercing which did wonders for me. Even though he was the one supporting my weight, after my legs started to tremble I could no longer hold my own. Down we went

"Hahahah," I laughed "I can't remember the last time I had so much fun," I giggled but when I looked over at Shane- he was completed undressed, and I hadn't even noticed that he had removed my skirt. The only thing I had left on was my bra as he stood erect in front of my very eyes.

"Do you know how many times I masturbated to you masturbating?" He looked down at me and I saw the seriousness in his expression

"Do you know how many times I imagined what your scream would sound like? How you would feel or taste? Do you even know what you do to me?" he asked finally as he knelt before me who was seated- my back against the wall.

He closed the distance between us and kissed me forcefully- as if; if he didn't do it this way I wouldn't have given in. I kissed him back- sucking on his tongue at 1st then his lower lip as he did the same to me. I tasted myself on his tongue and I couldn't believe how long it had been since I was with a man. But this wasn't a man- it was a boy. This was wrong on so many levels but it was too late for that now; too late for me to turn back.

I took me everything to break free from the kiss. Now kissing him on the neck, I began trailing bits of wet kisses all over his body until I reached his lower torso.

"This is definitely real," I mumbled as I took him whole into my mouth. He groaned aloud as if it was pleasurable yet painful and I remembered my teeth grazed him; A habit that I forgot about.

"Dianne," he breathed my named and I couldn't help but smile "I want you so bad."

"Shut it boy I just started," I said muffled. With his cock head between my teeth, I swirled my tongue around the red bud of his cock as I massaged his balls.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as I slurped up some of my saliva. It was like a popsicle- the more I kept my mouth open the more it ran and the more I ended up licking it.

"I want to come inside you," he strained

Finally listening to him I climbed on top of him and removed my bra. Looking up at me he smiled as he pressed my hard nipples between his index and middle fingers- rubbing them together until goose bumps appeared the dark area of my nipples. I shuddered as I tried to position myself onto him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh," I screamed aloud as it went in. he now grabbed hold of my breasts- squeezing the mounds into his hands as if it were play dough. I bit my lower lip as I bounced up and down on top of him

"I'll never masturbate again!" I screamed as I began riding him fast and hard. It had been so long- working with shitty old men and no young male doctor my age was even interested in anything more; such a waste were their wives. The more my pussy stroked his cock the wetter I got- slowing down I noticed the slick wetness between my legs and on his dick. Not able to fight the urge, I slid off to suck him off. He was like a toy in my hands. I did what I wanted to him and took what I wanted. All my morals flew out the window the hour he rang my doorbell.

Getting off him I stood and outstretched my hand. He grabbed hold of it and I pulled him to his feet. Turning my back to him I spread my legs and pulled him toward me. My palms now against the wall I figured he knew what to do. He bent his knees- positioning himself and with one swift move thrust into me again. Holding onto my breast he pumped my pussy with his young adolescent of a cock. I could hear the smacking sounds and it drove me crazy; music to my ears. I smiled wishing there was a college kid at my door everyday conducting an interview.

"Ahhhhhhhh Shane," I muffled as he delved the fingers of his left hand into my mouth, using the fingers of his right to rub my clitoris into climax. I accepted his fingers sucking on them as he did me the honorable favor of pumping my aching pussy.

"Dianne?" he asked "Can I come over tomorrow?"

"You can come every hour if you want?" my breathing increased as I felt myself coming.

Just then the doorbell rang

"Who could it be at this time of the morning?" I asked, clearing through the pieces of cardboard, safety wrap and plastic bags I opened the front door. Looking up I saw a tall- 6ft, blond curly haired Caucasian male. He looked to be about 18, barely legal; compared to my 27 years I felt utterly old. Wiping my hands on my apron I pulled a scrunchie from my pockets and caught my brown curls into a ponytail.

"Déjà Vu?" I asked as I ushered him inside.