Elisas Summer Helper

My arms were already sore as I tried to pull the hand truck stacked with three boxes full of my clothes across the threshold before the door to my apartment building closed on me. I was neither dressed nor prepared to be moving boxes in the July sun of Washington, D.C., and certainly not in these heels.

"God damn moving company. I knew that price was too good to be true", I thought as I tried to maneuver backwards into the lobby. I heard the elevator doors open and I glanced over my shoulder to see a middle aged woman and a younger man step in.

"Hold the door, please!", I asked slightly exasperated. I heard the door begin to slide closed before opening again, the man frantically pressing the "Door Open" button for me. I pulled the hand truck into the elevator with some struggle, the man grabbing the handle for me and adding a helping tug to get it in just as the doors attempted to close once more.

"Thank you," I said, finally letting go of the handle and mustering up whatever smile I could through the pain in my arm. He was about 18 or 19 I had guessed, somewhat fit and wearing dark rimmed glasses with short curly hair. I hit the button for the 14th floor.

"No problem," he said nonchalantly.

"Are you just moving in today?" The woman asked.

I nodded. "That was the plan before the moving company screwed me. Turns out they won't bring the boxes up, just deliver them to the door. Most of my stuff arrives tomorrow," I said, not even trying to hide the irritation in my voice.

"Where are you moving from?" She asked, before extending her hand to me. "I'm Caroline and that is my son Josh," she added.

"Elisa," I said, shaking both of their hands. My light brown skin contrasted to the pale white of Caroline, whose natural blond hair and light complexion gave away her Nordic roots.

The elevator was slowly making its way up, stopping at a couple of floors along the way where no one seemed to actually get on.

"I'm just moving from Houston to start a new job," I said. "I'm an attorney,"

"Welcome, and sorry to hear about the movers. Josh, maybe you can help her?" Caroline asked her son with a nudge to his shoulder.

Josh, who appeared to have been staring at my breasts, looked up.

"Uh, sure I guess, What time will they be here?" Josh asked, finally making eye contact.

"Around 9, supposedly. I'm at 1404, just come by. Don't worry, I'll pay" I said as the elevator doors opened on the 14th floor. I stepped off, pulling my hand truck again through the elevator door with little grace, waving goodbye as it closed.

I opened the apartment door, backing in while pulling my hand truck. Despite the drama with the move, I was excited to start a new job in Washington, which came with a huge pay raise over Houston, and some exposure to politics now through the lobbying arm of my company.

My 14th floor apartment had a nice view, and I could see the Washington monument in the distance. This place certainly wasn't cheap, but starting a new life as a single Black woman in a city like D.C. felt like a good fit.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror as I walked by, ready to head out to get the last two boxes out of my Volvo station wagon, when I realized why Josh had been staring. My top was wet with sweat, the outline of my DD breasts clearly visible, and the cold air conditioning of the apartment building had my nipples rock hard. I gave that kid quite a show. I adjusted my top a bit and headed back down to finish off what I could.

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The next morning I had just finished putting on my clothes, some yoga attire, which is about all I had that was clean, when Josh knocked on the door just after 9 AM. He was wearing athletic shorts and a tank top. He was a bit taller and more well built than I recall from yesterday.

"Hey, thanks again Josh. Come in," I said. "Sorry, there's no real furniture but you are free to sit on the windowsill or the counter," I added apologetically.

"All good, no worries. Are they here yet? Josh asked.

"Should be texting me shortly when the truck pulls up. By the way, there is water here," I said as I bent down, before realizing I was giving him a good view of my ass, as I pulled some bottles of water out of the package.

We sat in awkward silence for a moment. "So, tell me more about yourself? You live here with your parents?" I asked.

"Just my mom. She is divorced. I just graduated high school two weeks ago. I will start college in the fall in Pittsburgh," Josh said, not sounding terribly excited.

"What is your major? Which, by the way, is a question you should get used to hearing," I added with a laugh.

"Political science but I want to be a lawyer," he added, this time a bit more excited. His gaze periodically looking down at my breasts and thighs as he spoke. Both features I was quite proud of.

"Oh then, we should talk. I have some experience here," I said with a wink, just as my phone buzzed.

"Party time," I said as I grabbed the hand truck. "Let's do this."

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We fell into a good rhythm, and over the next 4 hours we managed to move the boxes in and what little furniture I had decided to bring, opting to purchase new stuff here in DC rather than lug a 15 year old mattress across the country. We passed each other in the hallway and elevator, and each time I could feel his eyes scanning me, and at one point I am sure he saw that I was sporting a camel toe. I guess I couldn't help the low key peep show with this boy.

Finally, Josh brought the last box and we plopped down on the carpet together, the air conditioning cranking. Both of us had worked up a sweat in the heat of the D.C. summer.

"I really want a beer," I said, getting up to grab one of the few things in my fridge, an ice cold Heineken. "Want one?" I added

"I'm 18," he said as though I had just made him accomplice to murder. I just stared in response.

"So what? You never drank in high school?", I said, grabbing him a beer anyway. I put my finger to my lips as I handed it to him.

"Let's just say I didn't do much of anything in high school," Josh said, before mumbling. "Which I already regret."

"You're too young for regrets. You're about to go to college. Live a little," I said. "I'm 35 and I don't give a second thought to high school anymore."

"Well, let's see. I never drank or had a girlfriend. Never got past second base," Josh said.

"Really? You're an attractive man, " I said, resting my hand on his thigh without thinking.

"You think?" he said as he glanced down at his watch, a black G-shock. "Shit, I gotta go. Supposed to meet my new roommate for dinner."

"Come back tomorrow and I can pay you. I may also need some more help moving things around and hanging some art," I said. "2 o'clock?"

"Ok", he said, chugging the rest of his beer and resting it on the top of a box of my shoes before heading out in a hurry,

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That night as I laid in bed my mind wandered as I thought ahead. My first day of work was a week out, and I knew it would be intense, and probably a solid year before I would have a real vacation or a personal life. I'd be lucky to go on a date at all.

I thought more about Josh, remembering back to High School and the things that I had done. The fact that he had been repeatedly checking me out was actually proving to be a turn on, albeit one that gave me a bit of pause, given the age difference. I was used to getting attention from white men, being a lighter skinned black woman. In fact, my body count was about 80% white men, just given who seemed to hit on me the most.

I found myself laying in bed with the lights off and feeling aroused by the thought of deflowering a young man before college, giving him the education he seems to have missed out on in high school. I pictured myself, sucking his 18 year old cock just a few apartments away from where his mother was, and then riding him cowgirl while he fondled and sucked my tits.

It wasn't long before I was furiously rubbing my clit to the thought, making a wet spot on the bed from my juice running down my pussy lips, and spasming in orgasm as I pictured Josh unloading his cum in my unprotected pussy.

Post orgasm, I still couldn't get the thought out of my head, and it was then that I became determined to test the waters. I will start tomorrow.

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The next day I did some unpacking in the morning, finding a pair of rather revealing shorts and a top with a deep v-cut neck. I got $250 from the ATM down the street to pay Josh, and picked up some lunch from Wegman's before the furniture store delivered my new bed frame and mattress.

Josh appeared just as the delivery men were walking out the door, and I beckoned him in. I could tell from the expression on his face as well as his wandering eyes that he was enjoying what he was seeing.

"I have your cash here," I said, handing him a folded wad of $20 bills. He stuffed them in his pocket without counting, and made a "Thank You" gesture with his clasped hands.

"Happy to help," he said, taking in the mess of half unpacked boxes.

"$250 and an eyeful. Quite a bargain," I thought to myself.

"I thought it would be helpful if you could help me hang this poster," I said, gesturing to a framed Art Deco travel poster depicting Nice. Josh nodded.

I bent over to pick it up, being sure to give him an eyeful of my ass and thighs, and brought it over above where my kitchen table would be.

Josh helped me measure and we hung the poster up, straight on the first try. "Cool poster," he said.

"I love Art Deco," I said, before realizing he probably had no idea what that was. "A cool art style in the 1920s and 1930s," I added.

Josh nodded. "Uh huh. What next?", he asked. I gestured toward the bedroom and we headed in there, a box full of shoes still left to unpack among scattered bins and bags.

I flopped down on the bare mattress before sitting up. "New mattress, pretty comfortable," I said as I gestured for him to sit next to me.

Josh paused and looked at me quizzically for a moment before sitting a couple of inches from me. "It is nice, but must have been expensive. A lot nicer than the piece of crap that will be in my dorm," he said.

I crossed my legs. "So, are you hoping to get a girlfriend in college?" I asked.

"Well, yeah. I guess. I hope so," he said.

"What type of women are you into?" I asked, adding "Physically, I mean."

"Uh...well. You know...the same stuff as all guys, I guess. Nice boobs, a good ass, good legs," he said sheepishly.

"Would I fit in that category?", I asked coyly.

Josh nodded, before looking down and away from me.

"Don't be shy. I understand you don't have a lot of experience with women," I said, pausing as he looked back up at me.

"I have a little proposition for you, if you can keep a secret," I said. "Can you keep a secret?"

"Yes, if you want me to," he said.

I nodded. "How about if we have fun for the next few days and you can learn how to please a woman," I asked.

"Like, we kiss and stuff?" he asked earnestly.

I giggled. "Kiss, blow, suck, fuck," I said. "You can't tell anyone."

I leaned in and gave him a kiss on the lips, pulling away before kissing him again, this time with a little tongue. It took him a minute to match my tongue, but we soon fell into a rhythm of making out, our tongues exploring deeper and deeper.

I pulled back after a couple of minutes, a trail of saliva between us. I stood and took my top off, before turning my back to him. "Unclip my bra," I said.

Josh got up and started fumbling. "Push in, then pull apart," I instructed. It took a moment but my bra finally fell to the floor. Josh reached around my belly and then cupped my breasts.

"Wow," he said. "They feel nice."

I turned around to face him. My tits still looked pretty good for my age and especially given their size, with nice half dollar sized areola and dime sized nipples.

Josh continued his fondling of them. "You can suck them," I said, his tongue finding my right breast before I had even finished the sentence.

I looked down and noticed the huge bulge in his athletic shorts. It looked almost uncomfortable.

I pulled him away and motioned for him to sit on the bed. Josh complied, adjusting himself a bit, his hard cock straightening in his shorts.

"I'm going to give you a blow job, ok?" I said as I pulled his pants down, pushing them to his ankles. His cock sprang free, hard as only an 18 year olds could. It was a good size, about six inches. I stroked it up and down a few times.

"Just relax," I said as I gently licked the head of his cock with my tongue, teasing as I stroked his shaft and cupped his full balls.

I slowly licked up and down, as Josh began to make slight moans. I encircled the head of his cock with my lips before taking him halfway inside. I began to suck and swirl with my tongue, up and down. It must have been about 20 seconds before I felt his cock begin to swell and an involuntary groan erupt from his mouth as he began to cum in my mouth. I took a couple of pulses in my mouth before pulling out and letting the rest coat my tits, his creamy white cum a contrast to my smooth milk chocolate skin.

After about 10 pulses and a good coating of cum, he was done.

"I'm so sorry, " he said. "I came quick."

I smiled. "It's OK, honey. That was your first time. You'll last longer next time," I said.

I stood to show him my cum covered tits, before running a finger through it and licking it off.

"I'm going to get cleaned up. Why don't you help me unpack and we'll get you ready for round 2," I said.

I went and wiped myself off, opting to remain topless when I came back into the room. Josh, with his briefs back on, was putting my shoes into a rack in the closet.

"Let's put this stuff away and make some more room. After that, you're going to eat my pussy," I said, pulling the waist of my yoga pants down a bit to show him my freshly shaved kitty, before pulling them back up.

"Wow", Josh mouthed. "Are you sure this is OK?" He asked.

I nodded as I put my black Manolos in the rack. I could see that he was already hard again.

We finished up with the shoe box and put some towels away in the small linen closet off the bathroom. Josh's hard cock again looked uncomfortable in his briefs.

"Just take them off," I said, gesturing to him. I pulled my yoga pants down and tossed them on the floor, now completely naked. Josh sat down on the edge of the bed and slid his briefs off.

I stood in front of him naked, my bare, wet pussy now a couple of inches from his face. I used my fingers to spread my pussy lips for him, and I inserted a finger and pulled it out to show him.

"I'm really wet," I said. "You're turning me on, sweetie." Josh grinned like a kid on Christmas morning.

"This is my clit," I said as I spread my lips a bit. You can gently suck and lick it and around it, and if you want to, you can also put a finger or two inside me."

I spread my legs a bit as Josh leaned forward, and began to lap my pussy lips with his tongue. He was being gentle and a bit hesitant.

"You can go deeper," I said. Josh began to lap more eagerly before his tongue found my clit and he began to suck on it. Things started to feel good, and the fact that I was deflowering a young man only made this hotter to me, which is something that never even crossed my mind before yesterday.

Josh fell into more of a rhythm, and I began to grind my pussy into his face a bit, and my legs started to tremble some.

"Let me lay down and give you better access,' I said as I crawled on to the bed and spread my legs for him. The insides of my thighs were soaked with his saliva and my juices.

Josh crawled between my legs and resumed, this time with a bit more vigor. I began moaning as I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. Josh was buried in my pussy, and inserted a couple of fingers inside me. It was an amazing sight to me, his pale white face tucked into my mocha black thighs.

"I'm gonna cum for you, baby," I said as my pleasure began to build. Josh matched my moans with his intensity.

My pussy began to pulse in orgasm and I came on his face, Josh continuing to lick my clit all the way through my spasming and moaning. He was a natural.

Finally, all the tension left my body and I let out a sigh as Josh crawled up next to me on the bed, my new sheets soaked between my legs.

"So was that ok?" Josh asked, a bit of hesitation in his voice. His face soaked in my juices. His cock still rock hard.

I nodded. "Yes, baby. You did a great job. I came hard. Thank you," I said, giving him a sloppy kiss. "Now let me take care of you one more time before you go home."

I leaned forward and crawled beside him, taking his cock into my mouth once again. It wasn't long before the moans and sighs began to emerge from Josh's mouth as I worked him. I was able to take him deeper into my mouth this time.

I was working his shaft with my hand as I began to suck with more vigor. He was lasting longer this time.

After about three minutes of this I felt his cock swell in my mouth and he got about five spurts into me. I took his cock out of my mouth and opened my mouth to show him his creamy white cum on my tongue before swallowing. Josh closed his eyes and leaned back on the bed, clearly content.

"That was amazing," He said. "What's next?"

I couldn't help but giggle. "What's next is we're going to get dressed and you're going to go back home before your mom gets suspicious. That's enough for today," I said as I got up and grabbed an oversized t-shirt from my dresser drawer and slipped it on. Josh reluctantly got up to dress.

"I'll give you a summer school homework assignment, though. Go out tomorrow and buy a box of condoms. I'm not on birth control. Can you come by tomorrow around 3?" I asked.

"Condoms and 3," he repeated back, as though there was any chance he was going to forget. He pulled his shorts back up and then leaned forward to give me a forceful kiss. He was getting less inhibited already.

Josh headed out and I locked the door behind him and plopped down on my new sofa. I was determined to give this boy, and myself, a memorable week.

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I nearly had the whole apartment unpacked and done by the next morning, and once I tossed all of the cardboard boxes down the trash chute, it finally felt like home. I still couldn't get my mind off taking Josh's virginity. It felt so...so...naughty and wrong. I lived my life following the rules and never indulging, being a good student, a good employee, a good daughter, and this lit a spark in me. A secret, something to be shameful about. Knowing his mother was so close by while I deflowered her son and fucked him sideways.

I headed out to the mall to pick up a little surprise for the afternoon's events, heading into a lingerie store and walking out with white stockings, a garter belt, and a sheer lace bra. I was giddy like a schoolgirl for today, a sensation I haven't felt in a very long time. I could only imagine what Josh was thinking, just knowing he was going to lose his virginity with a "sure thing".

On my way back into the apartment lobby, I passed Josh's mother, Caroline. I carefully tried to hide the bag of lingerie behind my back. She turned back to me.

"Settling in? Was Josh a help?" she asked.

I nodded. "Big help, he's taken care of me well. Much appreciated," I said, trying to maintain my composure.

"That's great. Use him however you see fit this summer, it keeps him busy and he doesn't just sit around playing Playstation or whatever he does in his room," Caroline said with a bit of derision in her voice.

I smiled. "Don't worry, he'll be well used," I said with a laugh and a wave as she turned to head out the door.

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I had just finished tightening my garter belt when I heard a pacing in the hallway outside the apartment. 2:50 PM. I looked out the peephole to see Josh pacing around with a bag in his hand. I cracked the door open.