1. This really gorgeous hunk of a guy is kneeling between my knees. I look down at him as I lay on the bed and see him staring at my pussy with a lustful smile on his face. I spread my legs even further, inviting him to do whatever he desires. He licks his lips as he starts to lean forward, still staring at where his mouth is heading . . .
I see a framed picture on the wall. Bright sunlight is coming in the French doors leading to the small second-story balcony of my apartment bedroom. I'm alone in my own bed, my fingers on my pussy. It's all been a dream. There's no gorgeous hunk. I'm so frustrated I could scream. So I do. As bloodcurdling, loud a scream as I can manage. Then, at the very top of my voice, as strong as my lungs can make it, I yell "I need a good fuck!"
Shit. I wonder if anyone could of heard me. I get up, my fingers stilll in my pussy, ready to really start working on my clit, my nightgown up around my waist, and waddle to the balcony. I'm going to give myself an orgasm if at all possible but my fear of embarasment comes first. I'm slow to react because half my mind is on the feeling in my pussy as I slide my fingers in the increasing juiciness. I look at the apartment house next door. No one looking out. I look back between the buildings. Nothing. To the front. Oh shit, there's a guy in the front lawn next door with a spade in his hand looking up at me. I jump back.
He's a real hunk. Beautiful guy. Did he have shorts on? He looked naked. Bare shoulders, chest. He couldn't be naked. The shorts must be tan or something. My nightgown has fallen, my hand has left myself. I sidle back to the window and try to look into the front lawn next door without being seen. He's there. I was right, he is a real hunk. Terrific body. No shirt. But, yes, he does have on shorts. And socks and shoes. He's digging in a flower bed. God, I want to fuck him. I need to fuck him. I mean, he's right there. So close. And so delicious looking. I step back, lift my nightgown and get my fingers back onto my pussy. I just need to fuck so bad. It's been way too long.
It's been three weeks since I was with a guy. My choice. When Marie, who works in the office with me, developed AIDS, it scared me. I got tested and I don't have anything, thank goodness. I guess she'd been feeling bad for a long time, maybe a couple years, and didn't go to a doctor. Finally she did and it's probably too late. I realized that a couple years ago she and I went to some clubs together to dance and find guys. I love to go to clubs and dance. It's better than a workout in a gym. Plus, you get to socialize, tease guys. It tops off the whole thing great to pick a guy and take him home, or go home with him and have some sex. So, if I had gone with whoever gave Marie AIDS, maybe I would have got it instead. I have guys use condoms mostly but sometimes the need is just too urgent, you know? Plus, it made me think back. Since my first time, back in high school when I was probably too young, I've had sex with guys a couple times a week for maybe five years. That's a lot of guys. Some of them lasted a little while and some were just once. I just enjoyed myself. Now I realize that I probably wouldn't recognize most of them if I saw them again. That's scary, too. So, even though I think a good, erect cock is the sexiest thing in the world, I stopped. But I don't think I can hold out any longer. I really need it.
So, why can't I Just go down there and tell him I need him. Get him back up here and use that great body? It's stupid. You can't do that. But why not? What's he going to do? The worst thing that can happen is, he'll say no. So what. Because he might say yes. He'll probably say yes. If I wear my skimpiest bikini. I mean, I've got a good body. Why not? Can I really do it?
2. I'm working in the flower bed of my apartment building. It's going to be hot and I have lots of things to get done today. I need to work and not think about Yvonne. That's over. She's made it obvious she's found someone else. A couple of someones if I understand her voice mail right. I realize all we had was sex. We didn't truly care about each other that much. But we were each others' firsts. I've never had anyone but her. She'd never had anyone but me. Now I guess she's having everyone. Well, I have to stop thinking about her. And about sex. All the sex we had.
There's a huge noise. Sounds like some jungle animal screaming or something. I look up. Then this loud yell, "I need a good Fuck!" Lady, where are you? I'll gladly give you as good a fuck as I can manage. Then, up on one of the balconies next door this beautiful woman comes out. Crap, her nightgown is way up, she's naked from the waist down. She's fingering herself. She looks like the Soprano's daughter on TV. Really lovely. Sexy. She looks at me and jumps back.
I wonder if I can get a ladder that will reach that high. I can climb up and give her the fuck she says she needs. I can't do that. I'd probably end up in jail. Climbing into a strange woman's second floor apartment, uninvited. I can watch, though, and try and see her sometime coming or going and manage to say something to her. Oh well, back to work. I need to try and forget sex, not think about it all the time. She'd probably never be interested in me anyway. I need to get this bed ready, get to the nursery and then plant some flowering annuals. A better looking apartment house gets higher rents and the units stay occupied longer. And I make more money. My dad's always stressed that top returns on your investments is the only way to go. Yvonne used to complain that I thought about making money more than I did about making love to her. Shit, now that makes me think about making love to her and how good it was.
"Hi", I hear from behind me. I turn my head to look. It's that beautiful girl from next door! Crap, she's perfect. Unbelievable body. And nothing hidden by that little bathing suit. Gorgeous. She puts out her hand. "I'm Nancy."
"Hi," I say back, turning to her. I drop the spade. "Chuck. Well, Charles. But Chuck." I take her hand.
She steps closer, holds my one hand and puts the other on my stomach. Moves her hand as if she's feeling me. "I know this is stupid," she says, "but I saw you and figured it's worth a try."
She really is gorgeous. Beautiful face, lots of dark hair. And that body. Wow. Lovely breasts almost falling out of her bra. Now, what's she saying? "Oh?, What?" Crap, Chuck, is that the best you can do?
"I mean, this isn't normal for me to do something like this," she says. sliding her one hand up onto my chest.
"Oh, do what?"
"Well, I was wondering. I mean, I saw you down here. Well. Could you come back to my place with me?"
"You're the one that just screamed and yelled a few minutes ago?"