by Jamie Hill
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Mandy went to bed early Sunday night, and Sarah found herself sitting on the steps to the loft at a quarter ‘til ten. Sam stepped out a few minutes later, his hair wet and hanging loose. “Hey, you're here! You should have come up."
Sarah smiled. “What, and catch you in the shower?"
"Well now, that wouldn't have been all bad.” He sat on the step next to her.
"God, Sam, I feel like I'm sixteen again. I've done nothing but think about you all day. I've daydreamed about meeting you here."
He grinned. “Sixteen was a fun age. I walked around with a constant hard-on."
Sarah's eyes reflexively dropped to his crotch and then she looked up quickly, embarrassed.
"Yeah, a lot like today.” He reached for her hand and pressed it to his erection. “You did this, Sarah. This happens when I think of you."
"Oh lord.” She rubbed his hardness through the denim jeans.
He chuckled and leaned over her, catching her face in one hand. “I've got you swearing like a sixteen-year-old, too. I like it. Talk dirty to me, Sarah."
"Your dick feels good,” she murmured, looking into his eyes.
"Call it a cock. Tell me how my cock feels to you."
Sarah shivered. “Your cock feels hard and strong. I can't wait to feel it inside me."
Sam groaned and nibbled her earlobe. “We could go up to the loft right now. I want to be inside you, baby."
"Three more days,” she whispered. Even though she felt sixteen on the inside, Sarah couldn't forget she had an almost-sixteen-year-old sleeping in the house. “We only have to wait three more days."
"Anticipation is cool,” Sam replied casually, nipping at her neck. “But I had to ask. What kind of a sixteen-year-old boy would I be if I didn't ask?"
Sarah giggled and inhaled sharply as she felt his hand slip under her sweater. As promised, she wore no brassiere.
"Jackpot!” Sam shouted, and cupped one of her breasts.
"Shhh!” Sarah giggled again and squirmed as he flung her sweater up to her chin.
"There's one sure way to shut me up.” He sucked a nipple into his mouth.
"Holy cow!” Sarah moaned at the glorious sensation. She couldn't think of an expression big enough to capture her feelings and finally muttered, “Oh my god!"
Sam chuckled and switched to her other breast, drawing the second nub between his lips. He rolled the first back and forth between his thumb and forefinger, and Sarah squirmed with delight.
"God, you're beautiful,” he murmured when he came up for air. “I could live with my face buried between these gorgeous tits."
"I could let you live there. Your mouth feels incredible."
"My mouth,” he said slowly as he brought himself face to face with her, “is dying to visit another delightful spot. I want to taste your pussy, Sarah."
She tingled at his words and touched his cheek. “Not here, Sam. I need to keep my wits about me when we're outside like this.” Shivering again, she added, “Besides, it's getting cold. I'm freezing!"
He glanced down at her raised nipples. “And I thought it was me."
"It is you, silly.” Sarah unbuttoned Sam's shirt and pressed her bare chest into his. “You need to warm me up a little."
"Warm, hell, I could make you hotter than you've ever been.” He kissed her, and Sarah opened her mouth to his tongue.
Sam pressed his body into hers and they lay on the hard steps, groping one another and letting their tongues do what their bodies wanted to be doing. “You feel so good,” he breathed.
"Want to know how you feel?” She looked at him. “You feel right. Being with you feels right, Sam."
He smiled at her then, and they gazed into each other's eyes for a moment. “Good karma,” he said at last.
Sarah looked at him thoughtfully. “Are you Buddhist? You seem to think a lot about karma."
He shook his head. “I like the idea of karma, that we make our own destiny. I'm no religion, really. I follow the Golden Rule, do unto others and all that shit. I just want everyone to get along and be happy.” He leaned back and lowered Sarah's sweater. He buttoned his own shirt and pulled her to a sitting position. “Tomorrow night I'm going for third base. If I get there, I'm gonna call all my buddies and brag about it."
She chuckled as she stood up. “What exactly is third base?"
Sam rose with her. “That would be my hand down your pants."
"Um, geez. I seem to recall your getting there already."
He slapped his forehead. “Damn it! I could have been bragging all this time!"
Sarah leaned in for one last kiss. “Might as well wait. I'm pretty sure you'll get there again tomorrow night.” She patted his cheek and turned to walk towards the house.
"Mmmm!” Sarah heard Sam say, and knew he watched her go. It gave her a thrill to think that at her grand old age of thirty-four, a man could still lust after her body. She smiled to herself and enjoyed a few lustful thoughts of her own.
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Mondays were always busy at the water department, and Sarah's day passed quickly. She hummed as she drove home, trying to concentrate on what to make for dinner. She wanted to think about Sam but wouldn't let herself focus on him until she got her evening's activities out of the way.
He had been correct when he'd said anticipation wasn't bad, Sarah enjoyed their nightly clandestine meetings more than she probably would have if they had slept together that first night. This way was much more fun, and she did feel like a kid again with all the sneaking around. Only this time instead of hiding from her mother, she hid from her daughter.
Sarah fidgeted nervously, staring at the TV to pass the time. Mandy was in her room, packing for her trip. Wednesday morning Sarah would take her to their church, where a chartered bus would be waiting to take the youth group and chaperones to Urbana. She knew Mandy would have a wonderful time so she didn't feel bad about sending her. Sarah did feel somewhat uncomfortable about the plans she'd made for the five days though.
It was one thing to fool around with Sam, knowing she had an excuse to stop at any point. With her daughter gone, Sarah's excuses also would be gone. Was she ready to go face-to-face with him, with nothing stopping them? She thought about that as she waited for the evening to pass.
With Mandy tucked in, Sarah sprayed some perfume on various pulse points and brushed her hair. Stepping out the back door, she spotted Sam's outline in the dark and moved toward him.
"Hey,” he said softly.
"Hi there.” Sarah looked over his face and smiled. Yeah, she was ready to be alone with him, without interruptions. She couldn't think of anything she wanted more.
He brought one hand from behind his back and held a red rose out to her. “I saw this today, and it made me think of you."
"How sweet, thank you.” She took the flower and sniffed it, then smiled at the lovely fragrance. “It's beautiful."
"You're beautiful.” Sam took a step next to her and touched Sarah's face. “I couldn't stop thinking about you all day."
She smiled up at him. “Yeah, the anticipation thing definitely kicked in."
He took the rose from her hand and set it on the railing next to them. “I don't want to get stuck by a thorn. But I do want to get closer to you."
"It's like you were reading my mind."
They came together. Sarah opened her mouth to his kiss, and their tongues batted against each other. She pressed her body into his and felt Sam's erection, already full and firm. She gave a small moan and he growled, grinding his body into hers.
"I want to take you upstairs,” he whispered between kisses.
"Two more days,” she replied.
He nodded, working his mouth over her face and neck. “Had to ask,” Sam told her.
Sarah smiled. “Anything else you have to do?"
"Oh yeah.” He took her by the shoulders and sat her on the steps. Sam knelt in front of her and slid his hands around her waist, under her sweater. “I have to get my hands on your go
rgeous tits.” He raised the sweater and looked at Sarah's breasts.
"Just your hands, now,” she teased.
Sam chuckled. He leaned in and kissed her as his hands caressed her flesh. “No promises, beautiful girl. I've been hungry for you all day."
Sarah sighed as his mouth left hers and trailed downward. She loved the sensation of him sucking her nipples into his mouth and squirmed as he toyed with her. “Oh yeah,” she whispered.
"Mmmm hmmm,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed firmly against her breast. Sam unbuttoned the snap on Sarah's jeans and worked his hand down her flat stomach.
"Oh Sam.” Sarah almost moaned as he reached her pubic hair. Her body ached for him to touch her, and as if he sensed it, he seemed happy to oblige. His fingers slipped through her folds and into her wet opening. “Oh!” she cried out as he entered her with one finger and then two.
"You feel so good,” he murmured, his mouth still pressed against her breast. “Hot and tight. God, I want to put my mouth down there."
"Soon,” Sarah agreed, thinking she wanted that too. “And your cock. I want your cock inside me."
He groaned, pressing it into her thigh. “Damn, I want that too. I'm going to fuck you, Sarah, first chance I get. I'm going to fuck you so long, they might have to pry my cold, dead body off you."
She giggled then gasped as he began thrusting his hand rapidly inside her. It was a tight fit within the confines of her jeans, but the movement managed to drive her wild. “Sam! You've got to stop that before there's no turning back."
He raised his face and looked into her eyes. “Too late, there is no turning back, baby. I want you to come for me. I want to watch the expression on your face when you come."
"Sam...” Sarah panted, feeling unsure but also very close to an exquisite orgasm. “I don't know."
"It's okay, come on, Sarah. My hand is fucking you like my cock wants to do so badly. Come on, baby. Let me feel you come.” He pounded his fingers in and out, and when his thumb flicked her throbbing clit, Sarah exploded in ecstasy.
Sam clamped down on her breast and sucked the nipple to a crimson cone as she shuddered and squirmed under him. When her writhing stopped, he loosened his mouth-hold and flicked her nipple lightly.
"Jesus!” Sarah almost sobbed. It had been years since she had experienced such a thing, and any attempt she could ever have made with her own hands now seemed laughable.
"Feel good?” He stared into her face.
"'Good’ is an understatement, but I don't have a thesaurus handy."
Sam chuckled. “I'm glad. Damn, you're beautiful, Sarah. The look on your face when you came ... shit..."
She smiled at him. “It felt fantastic. Thank you."
He pulled his hand from her jeans gently and brought it up between them. Watching her face, Sam slowly licked his fingers as if he savoured the juices on them. He touched Sarah's lip with one sticky finger, and when she opened her mouth, he stuck it in. “You taste good, baby. Taste for yourself.” He thrust his finger in and out of her mouth.
Sarah still floated on the waves of her fabulous orgasm, and whatever he wanted to do to her was fine. She had never tasted her own juice before, and it was extremely erotic. Glancing toward the house, she decided all seemed quiet. Sarah looked at Sam, the idea of tasting something else on her mind. “Back up,” she instructed.
Sam raised an eyebrow but moved a step away from her.
She reached for him and unbuttoned his jeans. “My turn.” Sarah licked her lips as she rose and walked him around so he could rest against the steps as she had.
"Honey, you don't have to—"
"I know I don't have to. But what if I want to?"
He groaned as she tugged his jeans and briefs down around his knees. “Then I say, go for it. Because I want it too."
Sarah smiled as she studied his rigid erection. It stood tall and proud, at least eight inches, maybe longer, she couldn't be sure. Not that it mattered, she'd be satisfied with whatever Sam had to offer. But secretly she felt pleased that his offering was so long and thick.
She touched the silky skin, and his cock twitched. “Mmmm, someone's all revved up."
"God damn, don't tease me, Sarah.” Sam put one arm across his forehead and looked as if he were almost in pain.
Smiling, Sarah knelt and offered relief. She licked the area around his balls for a moment then slowly made her way up his smooth shaft. When she reached the tip, a drop of white milky liquid oozed from the slit. Sarah licked it off and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Christ!” Sam cried out, grabbing her head and massaging.
"Shhh!” Sarah reminded him, and returned to the stiff rod in front of her. She sucked as much as she could down her throat and bobbed up and down a few times.
"Ooh, that's good. So good...” Sam murmured. “Yeah, suck it. Suck my cock, baby. Harder ... faster..."
Sarah did as he asked and soon felt his balls draw up. She readied herself for the onslaught, remembering now that this used to make her gag. But when Sam groaned and emptied into her, she felt nothing but pleasure as his warm heat slid down her throat. She sucked his cock until Sam's body stopped convulsing, then licked him clean, wanting to get every drop he possessed.
She couldn't remember ever having felt this good. After putting sex on the back burner for such a long time in her life, it felt wonderful to have it front and centre again. She felt so good, in fact, she thought about asking Sam to make her come again. Tempted to yank off her jeans and let him bury his face inside her, Sarah climbed up his body to approach him with the idea.
"Damn, baby!” He grinned at her. “That was hot."
"I know it made me hot,” she replied and rubbed her body against his. “I thought—"
"Mom?” Mandy called from the back porch. “What are you doing out there?"
Sarah and Sam exchanged glances, but before they could move, Mandy flipped on the porch light and they were bathed in a yellow glow.
"Mother!"
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Chapter Four
"Oh no!” Sarah yanked her sweater down, but not before she was sure Mandy got an eyeful.
"Shit!” Sam muttered, attempting to drag his jeans up from where they settled around his ankles.
"My gosh!” the girl cried, and threw her hands up to her cheeks.
"Mandy, I can explain.” Sarah stood up and snapped her jeans. She turned around to shield Sam as he scrambled to fasten his own pants. When she faced Mandy again, the girl had disappeared.
"Where did she go?” Sarah looked around, confused.
"Beats me.” Sam shrugged, buttoning his shirt. “I was trying to keep my dick out of my zipper. My briefs never made it back into position."
Sarah couldn't believe what had happened. She ran into the house, calling for Mandy, and searched every room before discovering her daughter was gone.
"Where could she be?” Sarah asked Sam frantically as they stood in the kitchen.
"I don't know, but if she's not here, I'm going to fix these.” He undid his jeans and straightened out his briefs.
"Can we think about something besides your underwear for a moment, please?"
"Take it easy.” Sam buttoned his jeans and grabbed Sarah's shoulders. “She couldn't have gone far. Shall we get in the Jeep and look for her?"
"Yes. No!” Sarah changed her mind. “You should stay here. She won't want to see you right now."
"Are you sure she'll want to see you?"
Sarah shot Sam a dirty look. “She's my daughter, of course she'll want to see me."
He clasped her arm. “Sarah, I just meant—"
"I know what you meant.” She shook his hand free. “I've got to go look for her."
"But—” Sam's voice was cut off by the ring of the telephone.
"Mandy!” Sarah ran for the instrument and grabbed the receiver. “Hello?"
"Sis, what's going on?” Doug asked sternly. “Amanda just showed up here in her pyjamas, crying
hysterically. Bailey's trying to comfort her."
"Oh thank God!” Sarah breathed a sigh of relief. She should have known Mandy would go to Doug and Bailey's house. A short three blocks away, Mandy would seek out her aunt and uncle for comfort. “I'll be right there."
"Sarah, wait!” Doug ordered. “Tell me what happened! The child is acting berserk."
"Oh, Doug,” Sarah almost couldn't say the words. “Mandy caught me outside ... with Sam."
"Outside with Sam?” he repeated. “Doing what?"
"We agreed not to have sex with her in the house.” Sarah tried to pull her thoughts together.
"Sex? She caught you having sex?"
"No! I told you, we agreed not to with Mandy here. We were fooling around and I guess we got a little carried away. I'm not sure how much she saw."
Sarah heard Doug take a breath and blow it out slowly. “What could she possibly have seen?"
"Doug, I don't think—"
"What could she possibly have seen, Sarah?” he repeated, the volume of his voice increasing.
"Me giving Sam a blow-job,” Sarah said softly.
"A blow job? Son-of-a-bitch, Sarah! Who are you, Bill Clinton? Thinking oral sex is not sex..."
"Don't even lecture me on sex, Douglas Kenny. You're my brother, if you recall, not my father."
"Yeah, and I'm the one with the hysterical teenager in my house, trying to figure out what to say to her."
"Don't say a fucking word. I'm on my way.” Sarah slammed down the receiver and looked at Sam. “I've got to go."
"I'll drive you."
"Not a chance. You need to stay out of this. You and my brother may think you know how to handle everything, but she's my daughter and I'll handle this the way I see fit."
Sam raised his hands in surrender. “Hey, I never said a word. I just want to be there for you, seeing as this is sort of my fault."
"That's right.” Sarah grabbed her purse and pulled out her keys. “It is your fault.” She stomped to the door and waited for him to leave so she could lock it. “Go home, Sam."
He stepped in front of her and looked in her eyes. “To the loft or to Chicago?"
Sarah shook her head. “All I can think of is my daughter right now. I need to make everything all right with my daughter. I don't care about you."
