Moving Day

Moving day is a hard time for even the best of people. Organization is thrown out the door as shit hits the fan, boxes are packed haphazardly, and the fuck-heads who promised to help unpack those boxes bail on you at the last second. Brian happened to know this experience first hand; his habit of throwing loud parties, rocking loud music, and encouraging his many girlfriends to scream his sexual prowess to the world had seen him thrown out of numerous apartments.

That was why, when he saw the half-empty U-Haul out front, and a luscious black woman with a much frazzled expression standing beside it, he didn't really mind offering his help. Matter of fact, he didn't mind at all.

Since he worked construction, picking up heavy boxes and carrying them up stairs wasn't much of a difficulty for him. Mischievous blue eyes, a single dimple, and muscles that roiled beneath his skin made him sure no woman would refuse his help. Maybe he could make a couple of bucks, or get a free meal.

He jogged across the road to the adjacent apartments and gave his new neighbor a friendly smile. Warm brown eyes and a hesitant smile greeted him, and Brian's hormones did a little dance. Man, did this chick smell good.

"Hi," he said, holding out his hand. "Brian Samuels. I live right across the street."

Taking his hand, the woman nodded. "Charlotte Olivette—Charlie. I'm still moving in." She gave the several boxes still on the sidewalk what Brian could only describe as a death glare, and then gave a frustrated sigh.

He grinned. "Yeah, it looks like it's coming along...nicely."

Charlie sent a half-hearted sneer his way, and Brian couldn't help but notice her lips, thick and soft, just like the rest of her. He wasn't usually into the thicker girls, but her ass and thighs were practically inviting him to take a bite. This was going to be interesting.

Running a hand through his blond curls, he shrugged. "Well, I'm not doing anything for the rest of the day, if you need some help."

"I really do, actually. Thanks so much."

Brian winked at her and grabbed for the nearest box, hefting it into his hands. "Which apartment's yours?"

"Third floor, left side," Charlie replied with a sheepish grin.

"Well, damn."

"The best part's that there's no elevator," she continued. She lowered her voice and gazed at him with her pretty brown eyes. "I really do appreciate your help, though."

That was a beguiling move if he ever saw one. "Now that's just cheating," he said, lowering his own voice and leaning towards her. "Trust me, you don't want to get into that with me."

The blush that fell across her brown cheeks only made Brian more interested, but he shifted the box in his arms and headed into the building.

Normally, one heavy box and three sets of stairs wouldn't have fazed Brian, but after the third one he was getting a little worried. "Okay, here's what I'm gonna do," he told her in her apartment, after emptying a glass of ice tea. "I'm gonna call in a few buddies of mine, see if this can't go a bit faster. Is that alright with you?"

"That's perfect," Charlie said, refilling his glass. "It'll give me time to start unpacking the boxes."

She took off her light jacket, and Brian started to think that maybe thicker girls were his thing. Charlie definitely had an ass most women would kill for, and that hourglass shape was beginning to make his mouth water. Reminding himself to think with the head on his shoulders—and not the one in his pants—he said, "The only thing is, they'll be wanting something for their work."

Charlie gave him a half smile, tossing her long curls over one shoulder. "Mama didn't raise no fool, now. If you don't mind me running to the store, I can get a meal started while you guys unload."

"You can cook?" Brian asked appreciatively.

"I'm a chef at the new Bells restaurant downtown."

Raising his glass of tea, Brian said, "Kudos to the cook." He pulled out his cell and called in three of his friends, promising them a free gourmet meal if they helped Charlie unpack. No one refused.

Within fifteen minutes, his buddies Michael, Jake, and Toby had arrived. They parked their cars in front of Brian's building instead of Charlie's to keep them out of the way. Introducing them to Charlie was a quick thing; she wanted to get to the store, and the guys wanted to hurry with the labor to get to the meal.

By the time Charlie was back with her groceries, the guys were lounging around on her couch and loveseat in front of an empty entertainment center, the only furniture in her living room. Brian was wrestling Michael when she walked through the door with full hands.

"Oh my God, this woman got beer," Toby said, taking one of the bags and peeking into it.

"And vodka, and wine," Charlie added, putting the bags on her kitchen counter. "Can one of you open the kitchen boxes and bring me some pots?"

Jake searched through the boxes on the dining room table while the other guys crowded the kitchen with Charlie. Brian hooked up Charlie's TV and went through a box labeled 'Movies and CD's', choosing Live Free or Die Hard with its kick-ass gun action. He turned the volume up high and peeked into the kitchen.

The smells that were already coming from whatever Charlie was concocting were making his mouth water. She had Michael washing potatoes and Toby cutting them while Jake stood off to the side, looking sheepish.

"Why aren't you helping?" Brian asked, looking around.

Charlie gave him a furious glance before turning back to the stove. "Idiot dropped a perfectly good bag of flour. He's lucky I was intelligent enough to buy two more."

"You bought three bags of flour?" Brian asked, incredulous.

"We've come to the conclusion that Charlie's a little crazy," Michael whispered exaggeratedly. He winked at her, his teeth white against his dark skin.

"Have you ever eaten balls, Michael?" Charlie asked, flipping a steak. "They're a delicacy in India, and yours are about to be fried in a first-class dish."

Brian and Jake burst out laughing.

"I'm not sure whether to be disgusted or turned on," Toby said.

"Try scared," Charlie answered.

The meal was served about a half-hour later, and Brian was glad. His stomach was growling painfully, and a few times he saw the other guys wince with hunger pains. They were appeased, however, with the three course meal Charlie had whipped up, and Brian was pretty sure he and the guys had died and entered culinary heaven.

A classic steak and potatoes meal was served, along with a fresh Caesar salad and several bottles of beer per person. Charlie had what the guys called a bitch-beer, a term she had never heard.

"What the hell is a bitch-beer?" she asked. She pushed a strand of curls out of her face and took a bite of potato. The guys looked at each other, grinning. "I'm not explaining," Jake said, shaking his head. He shoveled a forkful of food into his mouth and took a swig of beer. "I'm in enough trouble," he finished around the mush.

"Well," Brian said, looking at Charlie. "Bitch-beer is easy beer, the stuff that's not too hard. Like wine coolers."

"What's wrong with wine coolers?" she asked.

Michael snorted. "That's why they're called bitch-beer," he said.

"You ever wanna eat here again?" Charlie demanded.

"Who says I want to?"

"Boy, you know you love my food."

"Baby girl, I think I love you." He paused for a few seconds. "You got a man?"

"His name's BOB, and he probably reaches deeper than you ever could."

Suddenly, Toby started choking, his face growing a bright red. By the time Brian had pounded the piece of potato out of his wind pipe, his eyes were streaming with tears, but Toby just took a single deep breath and roared with laughter, almost falling off the chair.

"What the hell is so funny?" Jake asked.

Toby calmed a little and looked at Charlie. "Holy shit!"

"What?" Michael demanded.

"BOB," Toby wheezed, sitting back in his chair. "Stands for battery-operated boyfriend."

No one said anything for a few seconds. Then Michael said, "Well damn," and the table burst out laughing.

The meal ended with French vanilla ice cream and a Boston cream pie, and Charlie's dining room was christened with an ice cream fight. After the final clean up, they finished the movie, and each of Brian's friends kissed Charlie's cheek good-bye, with promises to return.

"You sure I can't convince you to be my girl?" Michael asked, caressing her cheek with one hand.

Charlie slapped him away. "You don't even who I am. I could be the bitch from hell."

"I have experience with those," Michael said, shrugging. "Besides, even if you are the bitch from hell, at least you're a bitch that can cook good food. You know how to make chitlins?"

Charlie gave him a friendly grin, then shoved him out the door, slamming it shut.

"Good job, Mike," Brian called from inside the house.

"She'll call me," Michael yelled back.

Brian laughed at the face Charlie made and helped her carry the dirty plates into the kitchen. One thing he knew that chicks loved was a guy that didn't mind cleaning up, so he promptly shooed his host out of the kitchen and proceeded to wash the dishes and wipe down the counters. Charlie hovered anxiously at the door until Brian handed her another beer and pushed her forcefully away.

When he walked into the living room twenty minutes later, she was lounging on the couch, downing the last of her beer. The TV was off, and instead she'd turned on the radio, listening to Seal croon a soft love song.

"Your kitchen is officially clean, my good chef," Brian said, plopping down on the love seat. Charlie gave him a soft smile, and Brian had to fight the sudden intense urge to kiss her.

"Thank you, seriously," she said, moving to the side of the couch closer to him. "For the packing. It would have taken me all day to finish unloading those."

"No problem. That meal was definitely worth it."

"I'm glad you liked it."

"We all did," Brian said. She gave him another smile, her dark brown eyes looking intently into his. Her tongue slid out to moisten her lips, and Brian figured he should leave before he did something he would regret.

"I better go," he said quietly, standing.

Charlie nodded and walked him to the door. "Thanks again."

Smiling, Brian started to close the door.

"Brian," Charlie called.

He opened it and looked back in. She was looking suddenly nervous, clasping her hands in front of her and looking the perfect picture of a school girl. If school girl's had her juicy hips and dick-sucking lips.

"Is there anything else I can do to thank you?" she asked, watching him.

Brian raised his eyebrows. If that wasn't the most blatant 'fuck me' statement, he didn't know what was. Still standing in the doorway with the door open, he slid his gaze slowly down Charlie's body, taking her in. He'd found from experience that, depending on the girl, it either insulted them or turned them on. Looking back into Charlie's eyes, he could guess which one that was.

He walked back into her apartment and shut the door quietly. Moving towards her until he was only a few inches away, he looked down into those innocent-looking doe brown eyes. Those things could reel a guy in and twist him around until he was eating her delicious five-star meals out of the palm of her hand.

Twisting one of her thick curls around his finger, he asked quietly, "You want me to fuck you?"

Charlie nodded.

Leaning closer, he said, "Why?"

"Because I want you."

Ben nodded and let go of the curl. Stroking a finger across her jaw, he said, "Good food and a hard fucking don't mean anything, Charlie."

He saw her swallow at his choice of words, but she said, "I just wanna fuck, Brian, not elope."

Brian couldn't help but chuckle. That was a first. "So, no strings attached, then." He slid a hand back into the curls at the nape of her neck.

"None whatsoever."

He kissed her. It was soft at first, experimental, and one he decided he wouldn't mind repeating. Her lips were smooth and malleable, just like he'd imagined, and her mouth tasted faintly of both beer and vanilla. It wasn't until his back was touching the door that Brian realized Charlie was pushing him. She crushed her lips against his and moaned softly at his growing intensity, and Brian felt heat pool in his groin.

"Damn," he panted, when he came up for air. "If the sex is as good as the kissing—"

"Oh, it is," Charlie replied. Her hand moved down his chest and stomach, pausing at the button of his jeans. Watching his expression, she slid her hands beneath the jeans and the waistline of his boxers, cupping his dick in her hand.

Brian gave a half-smile when she raised her eyebrows. "Wasn't expecting that were you?" he asked, referring to his size.

Squeezing his shaft, Charlie grinned back, "No, I definitely was not." She undid his jeans and pulled his cock out, slowly running her hands up and down its length. "But I bet you weren't expecting this, either."

Brian closed his eyes. He didn't answer, only shook his head and concentrated on the feeling of her hand job. After a few quiet minutes he opened his eyes. "Is your bed set up?"

"I may have been damsel in distress, but I'm not a complete idiot. The guy downstairs helped me with all the big furniture, then ditched me when his wife got pissed."

"Do we need to put the sheets on?"

"That we actually do need to do."

Brian tucked himself into his pants as Charlie led him to the master bedroom towards the back of the apartment. A dresser, a desk, and the bed were the only things set up in the room. Several boxes were set next to the desk, along with a backpack and a purse. Looking thru the boxes for sheets and pillows took about ten minutes before they figured someone had left a 'Bedroom' box in the living room. Another ten was spent searching for them before they were finally found.

"I got them," Brian said. He pulled out indigo sheets from the bottom of the box he was searching.

"I found the comforter and the pillows," Charlie said from behind a wall of cloth.

"Thank God," he responded. "I was about give up and convince you to do it on the couch."

"Who says we still can't?" Charlie asked, following him to the bedroom.

Brian grinned. "I like the way you think."

After they got the sheets on, Brian took no time in pushing Charlie onto the bed. "You mind if I have a taste?" he asked, undoing her jeans. He pulled them off slowly, letting his fingers trail along her bronze-colored skin. When they were on the floor, he grabbed Charlie's hips and surprised her by pulling her to the edge, causing her to lean back. He spread her legs and began to massage her inner thighs, studiously avoiding contact with her cunt.

Finally, when Charlie was relaxing, he ran his hand lightly over the cloth of her boy shorts. This was his favorite style of women's underwear, the cut resembling really tight, really flimsy booty shorts. The heat of her pussy was easily felt through the cloth, and Brian began to rub harder, listening as Charlie's breathing grew heavier. He pulled the panties off, not giving her any time to adjust as he slid two fingers straight into her wet walls.

Her response was immediate as Brian began to piston his fingers in and out of her pussy. The moans started low in her throat and increased slowly, but as soon as he leaned forward and tongue-tapped her clit, her legs clamped down on his head. Brian held her hips still with one hand as he fucked her with the other. Suddenly, her body was bucking and he felt the walls of her cunt ripple around his fingers.

He stood up and sucked her juices off his fingers, grinning down at her.

"That was a first," Charlie panted. She reached a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit slowly.

"I have a feeling there's gonna be a lot of firsts tonight," Brian replied, stripping off his shirt. He pushed his pants down as Charlie took off her own shirt and bra. His gaze moved up her ample body, from her pleasured cunt to her generous breasts. Charlotte Olivette was all woman, he was sure of it.

He climbed in between her legs, running a hand up her soft stomach, moving up to caress her tits. Leaning down, he sucked one of her dusky nipples into his mouth, twisting the other one with his fingers. Charlie's back arched as she moaned, and her fingers pulled at his blond curls.

He moved further up her body, until her harsh breath was covered with his lips. Then he reached between her legs to tickle her clit, and shoved himself inside.

Charlie gave a hiss of pain and screwed her eyes shut.

"You alright?" Brian asked. Fuck, she was tight. "When's the last time you had your goods touched?"

"Oh, about two years ago when I graduated high school."

Well, no wonder she was tight. He pulled his cock out slowly, reveling at how her cunt grabbed at him. "That's a long time to wait for sex."

Slipping her legs around his waist and tipping her pelvis up, she said, "Now you see why I grabbed at the first opportunity. Are we gonna talk, or are you gonna fuck me?"

Brian pushed himself back in and smirked down at her. "Whatever you say, love," he said, and began to tear into her.

Starting out as low moans, Charlie soon began to whimper, her hips meeting Brian's sharp thrusts. Her nails dug into the flesh of his ass as she let out a guttural cry, and Brian swore through his teeth as her cunt tightened possessively around his cock, rendering him motionless.

"Ah, shit," Charlie whispered as he began to fuck her again. This time he went more slowly, giving time for her juices to create that 'velvet pussy' effect. He could hear the slickness as he slid in and out, and his own balls began to rage eagerly.

"Holy fuck, I definitely have to repay you for that," Charlie said with a satisfied air. She sat up, forcing Brian to pull out of her. She grinned at the look on his face. "Calm down, Adonis," she laughed, pushing him backwards on the bed. He was lying with his head at the foot of her bed, and Charlie knelt between his legs, looking up at him. "I may not been fucked for awhile, but my BJ skills aren't rusty."

Brian watched as she pushed his stiff cock against his stomach, going for his balls first. They were encased in her mouth one at time, and Brian concentrated on breathing through his nose. He didn't like to let women know when they were skilled enough to impress him; it tended to go their heads.

Charlie ran her tongue from his balls up the underside of his cock, stopping when she reached the head. In one move, she enveloped nearly his whole dick between her sweet lips, hollowing out her cheeks as she pulled away.

Brian forgot his rule and groaned. Her lips were agonizingly slow, and it was torture for him. He grabbed her head and began to fuck her mouth gently, and then was brought to a sudden stop when her teeth sank warningly into his skin. "What the fuck are you doing?" he asked quietly.

"It's not as good if I can't do it myself," she answered, pumping his dick slowly with her hand.

"I can assure you, it's not any better," he responded, but it definitely was. And she knew it, too, as she gave him an easy smile and went back to sucking him in the same deliberate way. It was driving him crazy, and several times he couldn't hold back his groan as she twisted her head, or moaned gently around his dick.

"Shit, Charlie," he whispered as his balls began to throb. "Slow down..."

Charlie pulled off with a slurpy pop, reaching down to massage his balls slowly. "You mind me fucking you for a change?" she asked.

"I'm game," he replied with a grin.

She climbed over his legs and leaned against his chest, her cunt rubbing against his dick, but not letting it enter. "How pissed would you be if I kicked you out right now?" she asked, running her fingers through his curls.

Brian grabbed her arm in a firm grip. "Thoroughly," he said in a low voice.