Lacrosse Stick

Lacrosse Stick

JoAnn watched him from her living room window. Brown sugar skin and taunt young muscles moving back and forth between the two brick walls of the old school building. What was he doing practicing lacrosse? She only knew the sport from when her girlfriend had dragged her to one of the indoor games. Her girlfriend had become a fan since she had dated one of the players. JoAnn didn't see the fascination.

So what was this young black man doing practicing lacrosse in the inner city? Whatever the reason he was dedicated. He had already worked up a sweat and she had been watching him for 15 minutes already. Back and forth he'd fling the hard rubber ball from his stick against the wall, catch it, run, fling it against the other wall, catch it and repeat the procedure. She watched his taunt muscles flex with each toss. Her eyes would follow the jumping of his thighs as he ran. Her fingers itched to run over his washboard abs and down the 'V' of his hips to... She wanted to know what he had in those shorts.

She tore herself from the curtain of her living room window and went into the kitchen. When she came back she had two tall glasses of lemonade filled with ice. She checked herself out in the mirror and walked outside.

"You look hot!" she called out as she crossed the street.

He turned and looked at her. His stick twirled back and forth between his hands as he watched her walk across the street.

"You look like you could use a drink," she said, and lifted up one of the glasses.

He smiled, straight white teeth between two full lips.

"Thanks. It is hot out today," he said.

"Especially if you're running around practicing your lacrosse throws."

"You know lacrosse?" he asked, his voice rising at the end with excitement.

"Not really," said Joanne. She smiled and placed a hand on his forearm. "I'm not really a sports fan but I've seen a game or two."

"That's cool. Not many people around her even know what a lacrosse stick is, much less have seen a game."

"Why don't you come inside my house and tell me what you're doing practicing out here in the hot sun," she said motioning towards her house.

"Umm I don't know. I appreciate the drink and all but.."

"But you don't want to be seen going into some old ladies house?"

"No, no! It's not that at all. It's just that I don't know you and..."

"And you're afraid I'm gonna jump you and take your money? Or call the police on you?" said JoAnn, laughing, "Listen honey. I'm almost twice your age I'm sure and even though I might outweigh you by..." she eyed him up and down, "a bit... I'm not going to take you anywhere you don't want to go or be able to make you do anything you don't want to. I'm just being friendly."

He blushed. "Sorry it's just that I'm new here and I've been told to be careful especially around strangers."

"Good advice. I'm JoAnn."

"Mark."

She shook his hand. "Now we're not strangers. You want a refill of that or no?" she said walking across the street to her house.

He hurried to catch up. She smiled. She looked over to see Mrs. Jackson frowning at her from her porch. Don't give me that look bitch. If you wanted him you should have gone over there and tried to get him yourself. She rolled her eyes at her and walked into the house with Mark behind her.

She went to the fridge and got out the pitcher and turned to refill his glass catching his eye. He had been staring at her behind. She smiled.

"Still thirsty?"

"Umm yeah," he said shyly.

She took his glass and poured the cold liquid.

"Sit down and tell me about yourself. You play lacrosse right?"

"Yeah. I play it in school. Hoping to play professionally after school."

"You go to school around here?"

"Yeah Ritchner."

"The university?" JoAnn asked, surprised, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-three. Don't worry I get that all the time," he said and smiled.

"Wow you must be smart," she said and took another drink. "You sure aren't like a lot of the young people around here. Don't get me wrong they ain't all bad but there sure are enough hoodlums around here."

She saw him staring. Off in his own world.

"Mark.... Mark."

"Huh? Yeah. Umm sorry," he said and took a big drink.

JoAnn looked down to see what had his attention. That's when she noticed that some of the water had dripped down the front of her t-shirt causing it to become semi transparent. She smiled. She took the wet cold glass and rubbed it over her nipples and large areolas.

"Like what you see?" she asked.

"Uh huh," he nodded.

She knew that it was now or never. She got up and walked past Mark and glanced down to see a large tent in his shorts. Without saying a word she walked past him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"You're a smart boy I'm sure you'll figure it out," she said and walked up the stairs.

She was lying naked on her bed when he opened the door. His eyes widened and he stood with his mouth open.

She lay on the bed with her full breasts and curvy body on display. His eyes traveled down her body to stare at her displayed pussy. Tight black curls of hair above the dark brown lips of her open pussy, with a hint of the pink of her inner labia.

"Come, join me," she said.

He undressed and it was her turn to stare. His toned body was the stuff of dreams and his manhood was just as inviting as she had hoped. When he got to the bed she wrapped her hand around his hard, thick, cock and brought it to her lips. She sucked him in and out of her mouth a few times before taking it out and swirling her tongue around the head.

He moaned and she began to slide her thick fingers up and down his hard shaft. She moved her hand up and down faster, sucking harder. His hips moved back and forth as her lips and tongue brought him closer to climax. Riding the rising wave of passion he laced his fingers in her hair as he shot his seed into her mouth. She swallowed it all down with delight.

"Come on baby. Let's see how well you handle your lacrosse stick."

He smiled.

"I'm going for the big score."

And he got it.