The New Neighbor

Lorelle stroked one of the wings proudly as she walked around the sculpture. 'Lilith was Adam's first mate, according to Hebrew legend.'

'Adam? As in Adam and Eve?'

She nodded. 'After creating Adam from dust, God made Lilith from mud. But Lilith and Adam – “ With a soft chuckle, Lorelle lightly caressed her creation as she circled it slowly, ' – they didn't get along very well. They had a few… differences of opinion. For one thing – “ Lowering herself to one knee, Lorelle looked around the woman's face and up at Robby, ' – Lilith considered herself Adam's equal.' She put her hand on the man's smooth black chest and passed her fingertips along the ridge of the pectorals. 'She wanted to do things – “

– down the flat, rippled abdomen -

' – that Adam didn't want to do.'

– over the carefully detailed pubic hair -

'You might say – “

– running one fingernail up the length of the cock as she said with a lifted brow, '- she wanted to be on top.'

Robby heard himself swallow dryly as he followed the path of her fingernail up and down the cock. He felt his own cock warm and stiffen.

'When Adam tried to force her into subordination,' Lorelle continued, 'Lilith fought him at first, then flew away, leaving him alone in Eden. Then Adam complained to God.' She stood and came around the sculpture again, still moving slowly, speaking softly, until she was at Robby's side, wearing an amused smile. 'God tried to persuade Lilith to come back, but she refused. So, God returned to Eden and created Eve.' She leaned on one wing. 'That was the inspiration for this sculpture. It's Lilith and Adam in their final struggle, just before she flew away. At least, this is how I imagined it.'

Leaning so close that Robby could feel her breath, she whispered theatrically, 'What will the neighbors think?'

Robby stared at the sculpture, unable to look at her, thankful for the darkness that he hoped hid his erection. Lorelle startled him by taking his hand.

'Go on, touch it,' she said. 'I like people to touch my work. That's why I enjoy making jewelry.'

She put his hand on Lilith's smooth round hip. As soon as Lorelle let go of his hand, Robby immediately moved it up toward the wing, but -

– he caught the back of his hand on one of the thorn-like points and jerked it to his chest as the cut began to bleed.

'Oh, Robby!' Lorelle moved close and took his hand. 'I'm sorry. Hurt bad?'

He shrugged. Actually, it did hurt, but that was okay; he'd needed the pain to divert his attention.

Lorelle knelt beside the tray before the fire and tugged him down with her. 'Sorry, I don't have any Band-Aids,' she said, dabbing the cut with a cotton napkin.

'That's okay.'

She held his hand close to her eyes. 'It doesn't look too bad. Probably hurts, though.'

Once again, Lorelle caught Robby off guard – she lowered her head, placed her mouth over the cut and licked it with the tip of her tongue.

Robby sucked in a trembling breath and started to pull away, but her grip on his wrist tightened slightly and he froze, watching her until she lifted her head and whispered, 'Does that feel better?'

He held his breath as several panicky thoughts shot through his mind:

I should go home, I should -

– stay here and see how far this goes, see what happens, what if -

– Dad comes over to see if we need help or Mom decides to do some dumb neighborly thing like bringing some cookies to the new neighbor, because they 're just across the street, what if -

– she really wants to do it?

Lorelle touched her lips to his hand again, but he pulled away, stood clumsily and said, in a cracked voice, 'I should pruh-probably go, um, go home.'

'But what about our dinner? It's getting cold.' She remained on her knees in front of him, calm, her dark eyes showing a hint of disappointment.

'I-yum, I'm really not hungry.' He tried to remember where he'd put his jacket.

'If you're not hungry – “

'And I should put something on this cuh-cut.'

'Well, I can't let you just leave. Not after all the work you've done.'

She raised an arm and Robby thought she wanted him to help her to her feet, so he offered a hand, but -

– she curled a finger over the top of his jeans and flipped her thumb over the button, unfastening it.

Robby stammered, 'I-I-I – “

His zipper hissed as she pulled it down.

'I don't think you want to go, Robby.'

She tugged on his jeans and undershorts until his erection sprang free and he closed his eyes a moment, concentrating on not falling, because his knees were weakening, trembling.

'Not really,' she whispered, squeezing his erection and licking the head, never taking her eyes from his. 'Do you?' She slipped her tongue into the moist slit at the tip of his cock and sucked hard, but only for a moment. 'Do you?'

His only response was to kneel slowly in front of her. She never let go of him and, once Robby was on his knees, she began to stroke his cock. Her hand made moist smacking sounds as he became more and more wet.

'This is what you were doing last night,' she whispered in his ear. 'When I first saw you in the window. You were stroking yourself. Weren't you?'

He could only nod, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling deeply.

Lorelle dragged her nails gently over his scrotum, then cupped his testicles in her palm as she drew him into her mouth, sucking hard. She squeezed his balls a little harder.

Robby moaned as she pulled his jeans down his legs, tore off his shoes and clawed at his socks until his feet were bare, all the while jerking his cock with her other hand, pounding his groin with her fist. His hands clutched at her blindly until he felt her breasts beneath the sweatshirt, heavy and firm, felt the lump of her hard nipple pressed against the material, but -

– his hand suddenly weakened and fell to the floor as his heart began to beat impossibly hard and dangerously fast and his chest heaved with out-of-control gasps because he was seconds from coming. He didn't want to, not yet, but it was rumbling through his gut, unstoppable, and -

– he thrust his hips up off the floor and cried out as he came, his semen splashing over his belly, chest and legs as Lorelle continued to pump her fist up and down. He released a groan of disappointment and his hips shuddered when it was over, but -

– Lorelle did not stop. 'It's okay,' she hissed. 'It's oookay.' In one swift movement, Lorelle sat up and pulled the sweatshirt over her head and pressed his hand to her bare breast, grinding it in a circular motion as she began to unbutton his shirt with her other hand. When the shirt was off, something tore suddenly and Robby opened his eyes. Lorelle's tattered skirt was heaped on the floor. They were both naked.

Swinging one leg over him, Lorelle straddled his chest and lifted his head with both hands. Robby's face was an inch from the triangular patch of dark hair; beads of moisture glistened among the tight curls.

'Look at it, Robby,' she rasped. 'Have you ever seen one before? Up close?'

He stared open-mouthed and licked his dry lips, panting.

'Do you like it?'

He lowered his hand from her breast and ran his fingers through the hair, touched the slick folds.

'Lick it, Robby. Eat it!'

Clutching his head between both hands, Lorelle pulled his face between her legs and squeezed her thighs together, laughing.

Robby inhaled deeply, slid his tongue over her fleshy lips and found the small hard nub hidden between them as Lorelle closed her fists on his hair and pulled until his scalp stung. As he licked her and sucked her folds into his