“You did a great job painting,” Julia told him, studying the eggshell colored walls.
“Th-th-thanks,” Trent said. He fixed his stare on the floor. “I-I’m g-g-glad you l-like it.”
She turned on the couch to face him. “So what are your plans for the rest of the summer?”
“I-I-I…” Trent squeezed his eyes shut in frustration. He wanted to tell her that he’d like to go back to school soon; just a few years ago he’d graduated from high school with honors, despite the taunts of his classmates and the pitying looks from teachers. He wanted her to know he’d tried every treatment available for his stutter, but nothing worked. Trent had made it through a semester of community college last year before dropping out. Now he did odd jobs to pay the rent, everything from repairing washing machines to painting living rooms.
Julia rested a hand on his knee. “It’s okay,” she said. Trent looked at her and found her eyes warm. He guessed she was in her late thirties; her rich brown hair had a few streaks of gray.
When she leaned to kiss his neck, Trent almost dropped his beer. “You taste salty,” Julia murmured, licking his skin. “You worked up a sweat.”
He had, moving the furniture around the living room as he painted, refusing her offer to help.
“I wonder how the rest of you tastes,” she said, cupping her palm between his thighs.
Trent was instantly hard. He didn’t speak as Julia set his beer aside and knelt on the floor. She unfastened his jeans and pulled them, along with his underwear, down to his ankles. A playful smile danced on her lips when she saw his erection. Then she lowered her head and took his cock in her mouth.
Trent released a groan, his body relaxing in spite of his shock. Julia’s hot wet mouth sucked at the head of his cock before moving farther down the shaft. He resisted the instinctual urge to buck his hips and drive his cock deeper down her throat. Instead he brushed her hair back from her face and breathed, “Oh, fuck yes.”
Julia’s eyes locked with his, and he realized they were thinking the same thing: Trent had spoken an entire sentence, albeit a short one, and hadn’t stuttered.
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Do you want me to keep sucking your cock, Trent?”
“Yes,” he said eagerly.
“Then tell me.” She smiled again, laugh lines appearing around her eyes.
“I want you to suck my cock, Julia,” Trent said. He couldn’t believe how effortlessly the words issued forth. In his desperate need to feel her mouth on him again, he was able to break through the mental blockade that had plagued him his entire life, that made every word he tried to speak its own agony. Until now.
Julia licked his balls, nuzzling them before running the tip of her tongue along the underside of his shaft. Trent let out a cry when she sucked hard at the head, licking the slit there. Then she pulled away, leaving him gasping.
“Keep talking,” she said before lapping at his pre-cum.
“Oh, Christ, don’t stop,” he moaned when her lips clamped around his cock again. “Baby, yes, please…” When he fell silent, she slowed her pace, so he continued talking in a rush. “I want to taste your pussy, Julia,” he said as her head bobbed up and down, her hand and mouth moving in perfect rhythm. “All day I’ve imagined fucking you.”
Julia moaned deep in her throat, and the sound’s vibration against his cock made him thrust his hips. Julia slipped her free hand inside her jeans and touched herself. Her moans grew louder as she took him all the way into her mouth.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he said, clenching his teeth.
Julia pulled her hand from her jeans and worked her fingers, slick with her wetness, between his lips. He sucked them, the taste of her driving him over the edge. With a helpless whimper and then a shout, he came hard, and Julia sucked every drop from him.
Later she sat beside him on the couch. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and lowered his lips to her hair.
“Would you like to spend the night?” she asked, placing her hand on his thigh.
Trent closed his eyes and took a deep breath, determined to speak clearly. In his mind he pictured her lying beneath him, crying out as he moved inside her. Holding onto the image, he smiled and said without hesitation, “Yes, Julia, I would.”