I closed the door behind the FedEx driver as he left my studio. I've heard it said that "Deadlines are what make the "business world" go round." But, �as a member of the creative process, I can tell you, when you tack on a deadline� it's the kiss of death for any form of expression, and almost ensures that you'll run behind. I'd just finished an illustration of Michael Jordan for a local sports magazine and I'd worked the last 24 hrs straight. After fielding frantic phone calls from the Art Director, and trying to put out a piece of work that I could be proud of, I was seriously considering a cold beer, the Diamondbacks game and then a nap as I watched the FedEx truck pull away through the window. I plopped down onto the high stool in front of my drawing board and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was when the truck pulled away, that I saw her for the first time.

I sat up straight and watched this bombshell make her way down the walkway toward the entrance to the building. "Oh God, please be looking at the vacant apartment across the hall," I begged to myself. Any thought of fatigue disappeared as I envisioned this gorgeous creature living a few feet away, across the hall! I left my drawing board, entered the kitchen, dodged an empty pizza box and plucked a Tequiza from the half-full container in the refrigerator. I heard noises and headed to the front door to investigate further. Opening the door, I and was dazed by the beauty of this magnificent stranger as she struggled with the door of the apartment across the hall.
She heard my door open and turned to face me. She smiled and brushed her silky blonde hair from her face, strands falling seductively to her shoulders.

"I think they gave me the wrong key." She stammered.

"Pull the door toward you, then turn the key" I instructed.

She did and the door opened easily. She smiled again and held out her hand. "I'm Whitney, your new neighbor. Are you with the Welcome Wagon?"

She was stunningly beautiful and sexy. She looked at me through animated, deep blue eyes as I took her hand and introduced myself. Her skin was smooth and painted in pastel pinks and peaches and I think I audibly let out a sigh as I was faced with her loveliness for the first time. Her lips were full, red and wet, the type that drive men wild with a pout, and my imagination took off, wondering what those lips would feel like against mine. Her hair was fine and silky smooth, like spun gold. It shone brightly in the morning light, begging to be touched and it danced over her shoulders, the curls kissing her face.
Her body was equally captivating. She wore a yellow, cotton sleeveless tank top and cut-off jean shorts. The scooped neck of her top highlighted her beautiful neck, collarbones and upper chest� always one of the most sensual areas of the female form in my opinion. Whitney was incredible. I could make out the gentle slope of her large, full breasts and marveled at her ample cleavage. Her bra-less breasts were large, firm and round and they gently bobbed as she moved. Her nipples strained against the soft fabric, hard and pointed as she observed me staring at her chest. Undaunted, she crossed her arms under them and lifted, accentuating the valley between her breasts and I blushed red with embarrassment, aware that I'd been caught. Her top barely covered her flat; slender tummy and hints of pink flesh peeked from below it as she talked to me. Her shorts were faded, worn and VERY short. The curves of her waist and hips were enough to drive me wild and I felt a stirring in my crotch as I continued to look her up and down. Her legs were smooth and firm, tanned golden bown and her skin seemed soft and velvet smooth. She knew I was checking her out and she obviously didn't mind a bit. That was when I realized that she was doing the same to me. Her eyes went to the pronounced bulge in my shorts and she smiled at me approvingly.

"So, you'll help me move some boxes? I'll buy the pizza? Nothing fancy, probably sitting on the floor in my empty living room." Whitney's voice jolted me from my daze.

I jumped at the chance. "You got a deal. Let me get cleaned up and I'll be over to help you out."

I went home and jumped into the shower, barely able to contain my enthusiasm. I stepped into the bedroom, a towel loosely around my waist and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I'd played soccer for years and I had the toned, powerful legs, thighs and butt to show for it. Firmly built for my just under 6-foot height, I had broad shoulders that tapered down over my flat stomach to my waist. All that time outdoors had also contributed to a pretty decent tan and it stopped abruptly at my waist, the hair from my chest and stomach forming a trail into my boxers. My curly, brown hair was sun-streaked with highlights and was short around my face, but longer in back, the curls nipping at my shoulders. My blue-green eyes danced with anticipation against my tanned cheeks and face, and while I didn't consider myself "hunk-material", I'd had enough luck with the ladies to know that I had something going for me.
I pulled on a pair of sports briefs, added a pair of navy gym shorts and an Arizona Diamondbacks baseball jersey. Running my fingers through my still damp curls, I stepped into a pair of Nikes and set out to help my new neighbor.
I won't bore you with the details of the afternoon, but we worked up quite a sweat carrying in boxes and furniture. Whitney had exquisite taste and I realized that she was not only stunning, she was smart, classy and funny too � talk about a deadly combination! I was intoxicated� not with the beers we were drinking, but with her. What's more, she was fearless and adventurous. She was constantly "up" and by 6:30pm, I had truly enjoyed the afternoon with her and didn't want it to end.
We ordered a pizza and ate on the floor of her living room, using her coffee table for our beer glasses. Nestled in a sea of cushions and blankets since all of her tables were covered with boxes, we were both starting to get a bit buzzed as the Tequizas started to take their effect.
"Hey, remember this game?" she said, holding out a quarter between her thumb and forefinger. She expertly bounced it from the table into my glass. "Now you gotta' chug!" she said playfully. I complied by downing my glass and dumping the quarter onto the table. "Yeah, I remember� but be warned� I'm a champion at this game."
Whitney was lying on her side, her long tan legs stretched out amongst the pillows. She had propped her head up on one arm, her hair spilling onto her shoulders, her nipples still hard and firm against her top. She stretched; her top inching up against her stomach, exposing her delicate, pink belly. She grinned at me and absently ran her free hand from her knee to her lap, her fingers brushing the smooth softness of her inner thigh. Her eyes met mine and I could see the fire inside, her passion loosed by the alcohol. She grinned slyly.

"That sound's like a challenge � care to play a little game?"

CHAPTER TWO - "The Competition "

Never one to be outdone, I agreed. She picked up the quarter and lined up her first shot. Concentrating, she bounced the quarter and it harmlessly rimmed out. "My turn", I said, casually picking up the quarter. I lined up the shot and easily dropped it into her half-full glass. The rhythm of the game came back to me immediately. It was a game that I rarely missed at, and I knew I'd have her VERY drunk if I really wanted to. She looked at me, waiting. "Drink it" I ordered, smiling. She chugged it down and lined up her next shot. This one turned out better than the last and it plopped into the glass. I began to reach for the glass when she stopped me.

"Hold it� I don't want you to drink� I want something else." I paused, confused. "I want your shorts� right here, in my hand" she said, her palm outstretched.

Obviously, the rules of her game were different than I remembered. I began to protest, but then realized that these rules would apply to her too� and I was "The Master" at this game. I lifted my hips and slid the shorts off, handing them to her. She grinned and took a long look at the growing bulge in my crotch. Her eyes twinkled and she mockingly licked her lips with approval. I had to drain my glass to get the quarter out and with a flick of my wrist, I'd evened the score.

"Your shorts� please" I ordered; now holding out my hand.

"I don't think they'll fit you," she coyly argued, standing up before me. Her slender fingers moved slowly, her hair cascading forward, hiding her face. She unsnapped the button and deliberately unzipped her zipper, parting the front of her cut-offs as the sound of her zipper pierced the silence. She hooked a thumb on each side of her shorts and turned her back to me as she casually dropped her shorts to the floor. She caught them on one foot and playfully kicked them into my lap. She wore black thong panties, the thin material spreading her gorgeous round ass, hinting at and hiding the warm treasure between her legs. I could see the outline of her pussy and could almost watch her panties turning moist with her desire. She turned around to face me and swept her hair from her face. She quickly dropped to her knees and lined up her next shot. This one hit the back lip and hung suspended in the air before somehow dropping into the glass. She exhaled deeply, relieved.

Whitney turned her eyes toward me. "I'd like that shirt now".

I began to unbutton the four buttons of the cotton jersey, starting at the top. I could feel her stare, her eyes expectant and lusty. I opened the shirt, exposing my tan chest and stomach and slid the shirt back off my shoulders. She leaned back against her pillow, her nipples hard, protruding from her top, and sighed. She smiled a wicked grin, her hand gently massaging the moisture through her panties.

"Your turn� you're down to just your shorts� no pressure." She mocked.

I smiled and tried to look cool but I was rattled. I proceeded to rim my next shot right over the glass. She giggled and eagerly reached for the quarter. She coolly dropped her next shot right into the glass. She squealed with delight and took a long look at the obvious outline of my throbbing erection.

"I want to see that beautiful cock� give me your shorts."

I stood up and turned, facing away from her. I clutched the waistband of my shorts and pulled them away from my body, allowing her a peek at the white skin underneath. Then, I slowly slipped them down, revealing the tight, muscled cheeks of my ass. She was giggling with delight and I covered my naked member with my hands and turned to face her, flicking my discarded underwear toward her with my toe. "Let me see" she pouted. I removed my hands to expose my arousal. Whitney drew in her breath admiringly, unable to stifle her enjoyment. My thick willing cock protruded upward toward her, naked, aching and ready to satisfy her. I ran my hand over it, feeling it twitch with eagerness, my touch coming to rest above my thick mound of curly brown pubic hair. Whitney was staring with lust and I broke the spell as I dropped to my knees to take my turn and  to try to get back in the game.

I missed again.

"Some champion, you are�" she mocked. She casually dropped another shot into the glass. "Come here slave, and strip me naked."

I eagerly moved toward her. She raised her hands above her head, her top creeping up, exposing her soft pink flesh as she stretched. I peeled the top up, marveling at her smooth skin and her soft, flat tummy. I gasped as I got my first glimpse of her delicious, firm round tits. Whitney's nipples were erect, reflecting her arousal, and the delicate pink areola was breathtaking against her milky white breasts. I pulled the shirt over her head, her golden locks dropping back to her shoulders. She grinned a huge smile and lifted her bottom, signaling me to remove her panties. I removed the black thong, the thin strands of cloth, soaked with her aroused juices. She leaned back on her elbows, allowing me to remove the garment from her long, compact tanned legs. I tossed the panties aside and was overcome by the sight of this unbelievable, and now completely naked beauty. Whitney was laying back on a pillow, her large breasts firm, nipples at attention, the curves of her hourglass figure unabashedly on display. Her legs were slightly askew, the pink folds of her glistening pussy visible below a neatly trimmed row of golden brown pubic hair. She seductively looked up through those playful blue eyes and giggled. "Who's turn is it now?" she laughed.
I held out my hand and as she took it, I pulled her into a sitting position. She folded those gorgeous gams under her and I took her and kissed her, caressing her face and cheeks. At first, I kissed her slowly, with deep, intense, probing kisses, exploring her sensuousness. Then as my desire grew, faster, with short, darting, playful nips and nibbles. As I explored her with my tongue, I moved my hands to her hips. She twitched with my touch, then melted into it as I slid one hand around her waist, and firmly clutched her ass, pulling her closer to me. Her tits pressed against my chest and I kissed her again, tasting her sweetness. I lay her back and opened her legs, enjoying the sight of her wet, pink opening and perfectly trimmed bush. I leaned forward and took her breasts, one in each hand and ran my thumbs over her tight, rigid nipples. She arched her back, leaning against me and a groan of pleasure escaped her beautiful lips. I couldn't take it anymore and I lowered my mouth to her silky soft inner thighs. I nibbled and kissed the soft skin, working my way to her warm, wet pussy. I licked all around her pink opening, smelling the scent of her sex. Whitney moaned again and bucked, trying to coax me along. Finally, I plunged my tongue into her sopping slit, licking and sucking her clit into my mouth. She groaned in pleasure and I could feel her shudder from my tongue's touch. She tasted as wonderful as she looked and I would have been content to stay there for hours. I pressed a finger into her pussy as I sucked and she squealed in pleasure again. I began to work it in and out and I could tell she was going to cum. She began to breath quicker and shorter and I could feel her tense as I wildly worked my fingers in and out of her pussy. Finally, she held her breath and her chest, neck and face flushed red as she screamed, "OOOoooohhhhhh". Her body jerked violently and strands of her hair flew across her face as she tossed her head in orgasm. Whitney lay still, shudders rocking through her body. I tenderly moved her hair from her face and kissed her forehead.

"I'm not done with you yet�" I warned her, pressing against her wet pussy with my palm. She grinned a silly grin with her eyes closed and I turned her over onto her stomach. I pulled her hips toward me and slid a pillow under her. I had to admire the sight of her, ass facing me, her swollen pussy-lips, wet and yawning open, her other opening equally vulnerable and appealing. I slid a finger into her still wet pussy and I felt her tighten around my finger. I pressed down, rubbing her raw clitoris as I did. She muttered how good that felt and I spread her ass cheeks with my other hand, surveying the treasures before me. Her pubic hair was soaked with her own juices and it was deliriously sexy as I watched her grind her hips against my hand. I removed my fingers; my hand was completely soaked and gently rubbed around the outside edges of her asshole. She paused, as if she was waiting for me, and I slowly slid my slippery finger inside. I turned my hand over and inserted my thumb into her ass, while probing her pussy with my index fingers.I thought she was going to cum again right away � she was so wet, I was surprised that she could feel anything. She gyrated her hips in rhythm with my movements and before I knew it she was shuddering with her second orgasm of the evening.

"Please, Fuck me�" she pleaded. I was only too happy to oblige, since I'd been ready to cum since I'd taken her top off. I kissed the back of her neck and moved my hips forward, inserting my thick, throbbing dick into her still sopping pussy. She tightened around me and I've never felt rapture like that before. I reached around her, grasped her breast and holding on, began to earnestly fuck her as hard as I could. She leaned back against my hand and I pumped furiously into her velvet opening. I could feel her passion building again and as she began to call out�. "yes, yes Yesssss". I could take it no longer and I came violently, my cock twitching with the spurt of warm sticky cum, pumping a huge load of my seed into her tired and raw pussy. I continued to press my cock into her opening, our juices mingling together, dripping from her pussy-lips. We lay there together, exhausted. I leaned forward and kissed her again, the taste of her juices still on my tongue. She smiled. "I think I'm going to like this building."

"Welcome to the neighborhood - if you need help unpacking any of these boxes� I'll be glad to help."

"OK", she said, rolling over and spreading her legs again. "But in the meantime, � care to play another little game?"