It was a warm afternoon; moving to my new apartment after calling it quits with the missus. I was alone and felt free, free from that bitch who nearly drove me nuts, and to this day I still haven't figured out what I saw in her. My folks warned me about her, telling me she was trouble and that she'd break my heart.
It didn't matter now that I was done with her. I feel sorry for the next guy who has to deal with her. He'll need a miracle to survive the hell that awaited him. As for me, I'm now single for the first time in years and finding the next girl of my dreams was the last thing on my mind. I had plenty of time to worry about that, especially since I wasn't old and grey yet. I was still in my late twenties which wasn't too old; in dog years maybe.
After the movers were done bringing in my things, quickly, I unpacked the many boxes I brought along, mostly clothes and books I haven't read yet. I also found a few pictures of me and the ex, but I quickly tore them up and put them back in the box. Any little thing that reminded me of her was going to be torn to shreds.
Soon my doorbell rang; the first one of the day which surprised me because I wasn't expecting anyone at this time. I looked through the peephole, spotting a young lady whom I didn't recognize, standing there carrying something I couldn't make out.
I opened the door, getting a better look at her, and from where I stood she was like a breath of fresh air. She stood at five foot six, with braided hair, wearing a red tubetop, denim shorts, and a pair of red mules matching the color of her nicely trimmed toenails. Her legs were smooth shaven and the rest of her golden brown body looked good enough to eat. One thing was certain, I was glad I answered the door.
"Hello", I said.
"Hello yourself", she said, with a bright smile that could light up the whole living room. "I'm Cynthia Jackson from next door."
"I'm David Knight, your new neighbor."
"I know. I brought a little something from Mrs. Hill from across the hall."
She handed me a freshly baked apple pie wrapped in tin foil. I enjoyed the aroma so much I was ready to eat it right in front of her. I resisted that temptation; focusing, instead, on the fine young lady who stood before me.
"Don't mind Mrs. Hill", said Cynthia, "she's a little shy around strangers. Other than that she's harmless."
"I'll thank her when I see her", I said, "and thank you for bringing it here. I appreciate it."
"My pleasure. Well, welcome to the neighborhood, and I'll see you later, Mr. Knight."
"Wait, would you like to come in?"
"I don't want to bother you. I mean you're still unpacking aren't you?"
"I got plenty of time and could use the company."
Without hesitation she accepted my invitation. As I locked the door I was enjoying the view that was Cynthia's fine ass. Soon my cock was swollen, feeling uncomfortable in my pants. So, I needed to think about something else to keep the swelling to a minimum; not wanting to give my new neighbor a bad impression.
She sat down comfortably on the couch, crossing those smooth shaven legs of hers. I offered her some of the pie she gave me but refused, telling me she was on a strict diet. With a body like that, who could blame her?
We spoke to one another all day long, spilling the details of our personal lives, and those close to us. I told her about my miserable ex-wife and I was a teacher with an interview in the morning. I told her I had no kids because the ex didn't want any. Cynthia told me about her recent breakup with a guy named Kenny who specialized in nude art. She told me they met when she was a nude model herself and him doing a beautiful drawing that brought them close. She, too, could draw, going as far as offering me to pose.
"Oh, no", I said, "not me. You couldn't even pay me to do that in public."
"Ashamed of your body?" she asked.
"No, it's that I'd rather be naked in the privacy of my own home, and not for the whole world to see."
"It's a shame. I bet you have a great body and I would love to put that in paper."
I'll bet she would. In fact, she was probably picturing me what I look like in my birthday suit.
In the meantime, both of us seemed to get along great; could talk all night if we wanted to, especially when the evening was drawing close. With all the excitement I had forgotten I still had some unpacking to do.
Cynthia was ready to call it a day. I led her towards the door and opened it; looked at her smiling face with the urge of kissing her goodnight, but I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself.
"Well, it was nice meeting you", she said.
"Same here", I said, "I hope the rest of the neighborhood is as nice as you."
"We're a nice enough neighborhood and you'll get used to it. Goodnight, David."
"Listen, I was wondering, are you busy tomorrow?"
"Hitting on the first girl you meet after divorcing your ex? Getting even, maybe?"
"No, not at all. It's that I enjoyed our time together. I thought maybe we could go someplace nice, or you can show me around the block, and be my personal tour guide."
"I'll think about it and see if I'm not too busy this week."
"Okay, fair enough. And don't worry, I'm a nice enough guy once you get to know me."
"Tell that to your ex."
"Very funny."
"Goodnight, David."
"Goodnight, Cynthia."
After I closed the door I thought I blew it. Asking her out so soon was a bad idea, and Cynthia probably thought I was some perverted sicko. I'm sure she noticed my swollen cock moving up and down in my pants. My failure with women was on a hot streak; I figured the hell with it. Besides, I don't think a babe like her would be interested in a guy who's recently divorced.
I went back to unpacking my stuff. I opened up a couple more; still with many more to go, and many more pictures to throw away. The doorbell rang once again; this time ignoring it. Again, the bell kept ringing and I got up to answer it without looking through the peephole first.
When I opened the door there was no one there. However, I discovered a note taped on my door which read: "I hope you enjoy the pie." I smiled, thinking that it had to be Mrs. Hill who left this little message.
"Thank you!" I shouted, but I already knew she wasn't going to come out, especially after what Cynthia told me early on.
I went back inside, tending to my things. I discovered more pictures of my ex, quickly tearing them up and throwing them away. I even found some birthday cards, disposing of them immediately. The doorbell rang once more and I was ready to throw a fit. Again, I headed for the door and opened it, discovering Cynthia standing there with a different look on her face. Quickly, she let herself in, locking the door behind her.
"I have to tell you something ", she said. "I haven't had a date in a long time."
"Yeah", I said, "I know the feeling."
We ran into each others' arms and locked lips. I pinned her to the wall, licking her earlobe and sucked on her soft neck. Her soft moaning gave me a thrill and I wanted to hear more. We locked lips with our wet tongues dancing with one another. Her juicy lips were sweet and felt nice. It had been awhile since I felt the lips of a beautiful woman.
I pulled down her tubetop and squeezed her titties before I licked and sucked on each one. Her hard nipples felt right at the tip of my tongue. I sucked on each one so hard I wanted to eat them. They were so perfect and beautiful.
I moved her away from the wall and she began to rip open my shirt. I took it off and tossed it aside while she started sucking on my nipples. She was sucking on them harder than I did hers, as though we were enjoying the taste of each others' bodies.
"Hmmmm, where's your bed?", she asked.
"This way", I said, holding her tight, "but it's still in pieces."
"Who cares?"
Who was I to argue? Bed or no bed we were making this happen and weren't about to stop. With our lips locked I lifted her by her buttocks, squeezing each butt cheek. Her red mules slid off her feet and I carried her to the bedroom. As I told her the bed was in pieces and the only thing that stood on the floor was the mattress.
After I put her down we quickly undressed, tossing every piece of clothing aside. After that I was right on top of her kissing her juicy lips and soft neck; sucking more on her luscious titties. Now I was getting to the good stuff; that clean shaven pussy was a work of art. It was the most beautiful thing I ever saw and the best I would ever taste.
"Yeah, that's it", said Cynthia, fully aware on what I was about to do. "Do it. Eat that pussy. You fucking eat that shit."
