The Fly on Her Wall
She moved in on a Wednesday.
She didn’t have a lot of furniture to start. Only a mattress and an old couch, like you might see in a psychiatrist’s office if you lived in Paris in 1942, but this was Dallas, and it was 1976.
I was only 18 and she was around 30, which meant that she wasn’t around in 1942, but she still loved that couch. Later I would learn that the style is called ‘divan’. Sometimes people call it a chaise lounge, but the proper term is divan sofa. It has only one side, with the back low, and only on the end that has a side. The beauty of the piece is that it can adapt to any room, not having to sit against a wall.
We lived in the apartment next door to Chai Orlando. Her name is pronounced Chee and she was from Argentina. She offered me 5 dollars to help her get that sofa to her third floor apartment, and I would have helped her just for the chance to be near her! She was intoxicating. She knew the effect that she was having on me, and she flirted shamelessly, she couldn’t help herself.
We were in that stairwell for what felt like hours. We took every turn differently. Sometimes we were upside down, other times with the solid wooden legs facing out, but we never found the right way to take a corner while inclining to the next floor. I was not an experienced mover, just muscular from basketball practice. The coach said we had to be strong and fast, and he had trained us well and hard.
I was not tall enough or like some said, maybe not black enough to take my basketball skills any further. But he did instill that discipline, so I had that going for me. Oh, and an aptitude for numbers, so I was still going to go to college, but my parents would have to help. I managed to get a partial scholarship to North Texas State University. An academic University known for its commitment to raw research, they produce the best Teachers in the State, and that is what I wanted to be.
We finally wrestled the lounger to her apartment, and I realized that her bedroom would be right next to mine.
Within seconds I had a huge boner as I imagined being only 6 inches from that gorgeous body when I slept at night.
I don’t know how I had kept myself calm and flaccid while doing all of that work, she was just as beautiful in the stairwell, but I guess the physical workout kept my manhood from reacting to how close she was. Looking at the mattress, next to ‘my’ wall made me think about laying there, next to her,…
“How old are you Ben?” She finally asked me.
I used my deep voice to answer, and I thought about what I was going to say first.
“I am old enough to notice how beautiful you are.” I had to rise above my youth if I was going to get her to notice me.
“Ah, yes, but are you over 18 Ben? Are you officially an adult, because I could pay you for your services as an adult, if you are over 18. Do you have any identification, por favor?
Holy shit. I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket. I fumbled a bit with it but she just stood there, leaning against the wall in her almost empty living room.
“Let me see that please?” she extended her hand and I stopped looking for my drivers license and handed the whole thing to her.
She had kicked off her loafers as soon as we pulled the divan through the door, but her casual walk across her new floors was so sexy that I guess she got my imagination working right away. What a fascinating woman.
I knew that she was a foreigner, thanks to the accent, but she was so much more exotic than Mrs. Fleming on the second floor.
I could hardly even understand Mrs. Fleming, yet she seemed more American than me, and I’m a white man with a British ancestry.
Chai opened a window and lit up a cigarette, dangling it from her mouth in such a sexy way. Yes, everything she did was sexy. She looked at the outside of my wallet and ran her finger around a ridge that she had noticed on the back side of my billfold, where I press against it everyday.
“What do we have here? Ben?” she mused absentmindedly. Then she looked up at me, while still dragging her finger around that ridge.
I realized, with a jolt, that the ridge was the indent of the condom that the coach had insisted that we always have. He supplied one for every player, and said that there was always more, if we needed them, but we should never be unprepared for what he called, safe sex, now that we were men.
What would a man say? I wanted to say that it wasn’t mine… but did I really?
“Coach says that we should always be ready,” I answered, but my deep voice broke a bit during my delivery, and I saw the crack of a smile, even though she recovered fast.
Then another smile came to her lips. They were the sexiest lips, of course.
I could not believe how wide her mouth became, when she smiled with her whole face. I was smitten.
“You had better keep that one, Ben. She left her cigarette balancing on the window sill and fumbled in her purse.
“Ah, here is a fresh one,” she pulled a condom from her purse and brought it to me.
“Would you rather have a blow job, or that five dollars? Of course, I will expect a little more help, but we should get this out of the way, while we have some privacy, don’t you think, Ben?” she paused and looked at me sideways.
I was shocked. Stunned really. I couldn’t get the answer out fast enough, or at all. I stood there like a total fucking idiot.
“I don’t really need this, just for a suck,” she said, looking at the package, then back at me. “You are a clean boy, right Ben.” She pursed her lips and I could have blasted in my pants.
“I am clean and available,” I finally said.
She smiled, lighting up her entire face again.
“And available mon ami?
“Excellent, I have a mattress to wrestle with, and there will be more over the next week or two,” she explained to me my future installment payments, but I would do her bidding until time ended if she sucked my cock!
She led me to the divan and prompted me to pull down my pants before sitting. I undid my pants and pulled down the zipper, but she was not a ‘stand around and watch’ kind of girl. She took a belt buckle in each hand and pulled my trousers to the floor as she shifted to one knee.
“Sit,” she commanded lightly, but I could not sit fast enough, and she pulled my briefs down as I moved to sit.
My cock shot out, and she caught it with her right hand as I took my spot on the backless end of the divan.
“Lay back please,” she insisted.
“This will not take long, but I think that you will remember it for a very long time,” she said, like she was talking to a microphone.
There was no licking or sucking, like I read about in the Penthouse magazine that I had hidden under my mattress. I thought I knew how a professional would do it, but I was so wrong.
Chai took me into her mouth, and just rubbed the bottom of my penis with her tongue. Then keeping pressure with her lips, she dragged herself down to the base of my cock, all 6 inches disappearing into her face, but her eyes never left mine.