Meeting up with Sharice

You knocked on the door and waited for a few moments before a woman's voice called out from inside. "Who is it?"

"It's me, DJ. Grandma Moesha said you asked her for me to stop by?"

You laughed a bit as you heard an excited squeal come out from behind the wood door and after a few extra moments, the door opened and you spotted the woman standing there, beaming with a big smile on her face and her hair wrapped in a towel. "DJ, I swear, I didn't even know...come on in, let me take a good look at you." You stepped inside the house and after closing the door, she smiled and gave you a warm hug, the robe she had slipped on was still more than a bit damp from having just tossed anything on. "It's so good to see you again, it's been too long."

You nodded, allowing the memories that DJ had of playing here at the house, the laughter, the smell of her cooking, all that flooded your mind and you instantly knew why he had a small childhood crush on the lady. It had saddened him that around the time he stopped coming over was when she had discovered her husband's affair and the divorce proceedings became protracted and emotionally difficult. Moesha and Janet both worked to keep her involved in the community but the rest of the kids stopped coming by. It was sad, though, her home was rather inviting. Small, like the other houses, but it was comfy. That was the only word that came to mind as you followed her into the living room. For a single woman, it was very well maintained. You could tell she was a homemaker, it was home.

"...she said you were stopping by to help this weekend..." Sharice continued and you turned and looked at her, tracing the outline of her body as she walked into the kitchen and tidied up a bit. "Figured I'd get some of your favorite cookies for you to take home with you."

"Thank you, Aunty S."

She smiled again at you and then ducked back into the kitchen, humming a little as she busied herself as a perfect hostess, Moesha telling you that she loved playing one and often missed the chance to see the neighborhood kids, most of them growing up and moving out of the area. With no kids of her own and pushing 48, single, and no real dating prospects, the idea of being alone was something Mo just felt you could remedy. "Besides, baby, she's got perhaps the worst crush on you among all us women."

As the two of you sat down in the living room, she asked about things in your life, you watched her as she slowly positioned herself to sitting next to you, brushing her knee against yours, tilting her body at just the right angle to show ample breast beneath the robe, and the casual way she brushed against you. She didn't act any bit differently than how she usually interacted with you but now, as a 20 year-old man and not a 12 year-old boy, she felt that she could take some additional liberties that she couldn't before. "She's going to give you the all-clear subtly, baby, she wants to be taken, wants to be claimed...she's been so strong for so long, her body aches to just surrender to a man who knows what he wants and takes it..." Janet's voice echoed in your ears as she also had talked with you about Sharice in the shower last evening, something you didn't mention to Moesha but now, coming from 2 women (and Pam, make it 3), you knew it was pretty much a guarantee.

After she laughed and told you she was going to freshen up a bit, your eyes watched as she got up and walked into the bathroom, you set the lemonade down and got to your feet. "Take what I want, huh..." you whispered and you heard the shower turn on as you approached the bathroom. She had her back to you as you slowly took off your clothes and watched as she bent over slightly to adjust the temperature of the water. You stepped behind her and took her in yours hands, causing her to gasp momentarily before she looked up at you.

"Sugar..."

You undid the sash tying her robe together and slid it off her shoulders, taking in a good eye-ful of her nude body in all its glory infront of you. "I want to do something else, Aunty S..."