Michelle was a virgin. Not that she wanted to be one, but, alas, she was. Shelli, as she was better known, had this newfound freedom and was going to do all the things she hadn't been allowed to do until now. She just finished college, got a real job and saved enough money to move out of her parent's house and into an apartment of her own. It wasn't much to look at. But it was hers! She rented a studio apartment on the north side of Chicago, just a block from the Lake (Lake Michigan, that is, for those unfamiliar with Chicago). The neighborhood wasn't the best, but Shelli thought she could take care of herself.
Shelli had been raised in a Christian home with Christian values. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but she needed to find out who Michelle really was deep down inside, not who she had been told she should be. All those things she was taught she shouldn't do, she did. Shelli started smoking a pack of Newport lights a day and drinking alcohol almost nightly, either Bacardi light & coke or wine. She met Sheila and they went to the Riv practically every Thursday - ladies night. No cover charge, dollar drinks and HOT strippers. She would leave there drooling from both ends. Her panties would be so wet she was surprised dogs didn't follow her scent home.
Then she met "HIM." Earl was his name, but he much preferred Rico. He could've been one of those strippers, but he wouldn't have had to put a sock in his g-string. This boy was HUNG. But I'm getting ahead of the story. Sheila introduced Michelle to him. Sheila had known him for a year or so but never slept with him cuz he was too young for her. Since Shelli was five years younger than Sheila she figured they were about the same age, and Shelli didn't care as long as he was legal.
He was a member of the "Guardian Angels." They were this group, primarily male, that were know throughout the City as private peace-keepers. They rode the El (trains) and buses to make their presence known. They also patrolled the El stations, bus terminals and busy areas. They were supposed to protect the "regular" people from the gangs. They did a pretty good job of it, too.
He spent most of his nights at the Guardian Angel headquarters, as this was his assignment for the entire summer. He monitored the police squawker and took phone calls from citizens at all times of the day and night. If they were needed to go out to try to control a situation he would be the one to call in the troops and organize the party. He was also the one assigning the patrols for the evening, telling which guys to go where. The person assigned to headquarters was rotated every three months, as it was a very time-consuming job. Anyway, back to the story.
The first night Rico and Michelle met was magical. It was around 7pm at a park down the block. Michelle thought he was so hot!! His dark chocolate skin was as smooth as silk. Five foot eleven inches tall, and built! Strong, his arms were so strong. She could see him flexing his biceps as he strode towards her. She could see through his tight red Guardian Angels t-shirt that he had a six-pack stomach. His face was heart shaped with high cheekbones. Nice lips, not too thick, not too thin - absolutely kissable! Perfect nose; deep brown eyes the color of rich milk chocolate. His smile melted her heart. She could only imagine what his package was going to look like. She could see the definition of it at his fly, his jeans fit so snugly.
Just seeing him there made her pussy tingle and juices started to flow. They walked over to one of the benches and sat down. He was smoking a Marlboro red, so Shelli lit up a Newport. His hands were large and strong, with long fingers. His hair was curled tight and shaped close to his head except for on the top, which was about an inch high.
"Hi. You're Rico, right?"
"Yup, and you must be Michelle," he replied. "Did Sheila tell you I like bigger women?"
"No, she didn't, but I'm glad you do, since I am 'bigger' than most," she said with laughter in her voice, "and call me Shelli."
At about five feet and two hundred pounds she wasn't a fashion model, but Shelli was far from ugly, Rico thought. Wearing these cute black stretch pants with white stick-figure people all over them and a shirt that was of the same material and design, but hung loosely. She had on black flats and matching silver stick-people earrings. Her hair was mahogany-tinted brown, chin-length and straight in a pixie-like cut. Hazel eyes, more green than brown with flecks of gold. And the longest natural eyelashes he'd ever seen. Her breasts looked full and soft, more than a handful - maybe even more than two handfuls. Full hips and thighs, a round belly. He liked to have something on the sides to grab a hold of while fucking to add more leverage, and Shelli looked perfect. His cock started to stir as he checked out her ass. Two round globes of flesh, enough to squeeze. He would have to thank Sheila for sending Shelli his way the next time he talked to her.
Rico looked Shelli up and down again. Such kissable lips. He couldn't wait to nibble on them and explore the depths of her mouth with his tongue. Sheila had told him Michelle was a virgin, and that she didn't know just how much experience Shelli had, although she claimed to be a pro at giving blowjobs. Rico hoped that much was true. He, like all guys he knew, loved to have his pole deep-throated and his jism swallowed. Rico wasn't sure how fast he could move, but wanted to deflower Michelle tonight if possible. All this thinking about getting his cock sucked was making him so hard he had to readjust his dick in his shorts.
"So, tell me how you and Sheila met," Rico implored. "She says it was rather interesting."
"Well, uh, ya, it was. Long story short - her son-of-a-bitch so-called boyfriend was hitting on me and she got jealous and started calling me telling me to get my paws off him. I never really did anything with him, but he must have insinuated that I did. After I explained the situation to her we became best of friends."
"That's one of the strangest stories I've ever heard," he said once Michelle was through.
"So," he asked as he let his arm fall across Michelle's shoulder, grazing her neck with his fingers as he did so, resting it on the back of the bench, "what are you doing tonight?"
"Well, I was hoping we could go back to my apartment and get to know each other a little better," Shelli answered.
"No can do. I have to be at Headquarters all night," Rico told her. He proceeded to tell her all about the Guardian Angels and what they did and what his "job" was for the summer. He told her that no one was supposed to know where Headquarters was located because it was possible that if a gang found out that they would do damage to the place. Shelli laughed to herself on the inside. This guy actually thought he was on some sort of military co-op mission or something. It was rather humorous to her. She had to really work hard at keeping a straight face.
