Sharon closed her checkbook and sighed. If she didn't find a job soon she would have to go home, back to her mother's little stucco 2 bedroom, smack dab in the middle of Florida. Back to the home nursing care jobs that she had hated, smack dab in the middle of nowhere. She had been crazy to think she could come here and just waltz into one of the many newspapers or magazines in New York and "wah la" she would be a journalist. She had blown her last real prospect for a job as a secretary in a small paper almost four weeks ago by missing the interview and now reality was setting in, she was much closer to the end of her money than she had realized. She jumped to her feet at the knock on the door, glad for the interruption.
Sharon looked through the peephole to see Ricco, the guy who lived down the hall. Ricco was nineteen years old and he'd come to New York right out of high school hoping to be a dancer. Now he worked as a waiter and took classes toward a degree in Reflexology, he was going to to be a masseur. She and two of her other neighbors, Gina and Sondra, were happy to take turns helping him with his homework, and there he stood, supplies in hand.
"It isn't my day." Sharon said as she let him in.
"No, Gina had to cancel and Sondra's still working. Do you mind?" He had such a beautiful smile and Sharon laughed and shook her head.
"I suppose if I have to take an extra turn, to help out a neighbor, I'll just have to suffer."
While he set his table up Sharon undressed and put a robe over the couch then put some music on. When he was ready for her she climbed up onto the table and lay on her stomach, sighing as he gently laid the drape over her.
Ricco poured warm oil into his hands and began to gently rub it into Sharon's feet. She smiled remembering her first meeting with Ricco three weeks ago at the Henderson's, who lived in the last apartment on their floor. She had been invited to the "Fourth Floor Dinner", the monthly dinner they had on every fourth Sunday. Sharon was welcomed as a dinner guest and fitted seamlessly into the group, it was hard to believe she'd only known these people just over a month. After dinner and after cleaning up and saying goodnight to the Henderson's, the other four had gone back to Gina and Sondra's place to continue talking.
As they talked she learned Ricco's story, as told to her by Gina and Sondra to his blushing, embarrassed nods. Apparently, Ricco was still a virgin because he had yet to decide whether he was gay or not. He said he had masturbated both to pictures of women and men, and when the girls all told him that he didn't have to choose really and could be bisexual, he said in a very serious way that he didn't want to be ambivalent. It was adorable, he was adorable, and Sharon had fallen easily into their friendship.
Ricco's strong firm hands massaged each foot and each leg, gently kneading her calves and thighs. Sharon moaned and rolled her hips a bit as his fingers brushed across the lower mounds of her ass. He firmly stroked down one leg, pressing his fingers into her muscles and then gently drawing back up the inside of her leg, fingers brushing against her moistening lips. Again she moaned and wriggled.
"Stop that." He whispered, "I'm supposed to be able to do this without getting turned on."
Sharon laughed and tried to be still as his hands worked on her back and shoulders, down each arm, hand and finger. His massages were heaven and she sucked in her breath as he pushed the drape to the floor.
Ricco was tall and muscular, clean shaven with dark wavy hair that just brushed his shoulders. His hands were soft skinned and strong, fingers long and firm. She squirmed again, biting her lip as his fingers skimmed over the swell of her breasts on each side, then softly down her sides to her hips and back up again. This time as his hands came up to her breasts he reached under her and cupped them. He turned her on the table and began massaging her breasts, stomach and hips, bending to take a nipple between his lips.
