by Aly Martinez
I lean forward intrigued, "It's bacon, egg, and cheese on toast. How can anyone possibly make that wrong?"
"The proper way to make it is: bread, cheese, bacon, egg in the center, then bacon, cheese, and bread. It gives you the perfect bacon to egg ratio. When they make it for you, they stiff you on the bacon and the cheese. And then, it's really nothing more than an egg sandwich flavored with bacon and cheese."
"I don't think I have ever had a conversation where the word bacon was used more," I laugh at her.
"You obviously don't have very intelligent friends then. I've had an entire conversation with Manda about why bacon is superior to all other meats. I'm passionate about the things I love, and that includes bacon."
"How are you not fat?"
"Good genes. Oh, and stripping every Friday night really helps me burn off the calories, too," she says nonchalantly, taking a sip of her Mr. Pibb.
I try to cover my shock but obviously fail as I shout, "What?" loud enough to make all the other customers turn to look. She dies laughing, falling over onto the bench seat.
"Wow. That was wrong." I pretend to be annoyed.
"No, that was hilarious. Oh my God, your face was priceless." She continues to laugh until the waitress shows up with our food.
"You sure you're feeling okay after puking all night?" I ask purposely as she lifts her first bite to her mouth.
"You did not just bring that up right now."
"Of course I did, your face is priceless!" I say, mocking her as I dodge the pickle she throws at me.
OVER THE next hour, we finished the most entertaining breakfast imaginable. The conversation flowed easily, never lulling even for a minute. We swapped funny stories, laughing at all the crazy things we had done in our teens. At one point, we were so loud the waitress came over and asked us to keep it down. Her warning did nothing to quiet us, though. I was so enamored with this woman, half the time I forgot we were even in a restaurant at all.
After Sarah taught me the finer points of making the perfect breakfast sandwich, we finished up and headed to the register to pay. As soon as we were both on our feet, I reached down to grab her hand, craving the physical connection the table denied me during breakfast. In true Sarah fashion, she lifted my arm and twirled under it before wrapping it around her shoulders and leaning into my chest.
We walked back to her apartment wrapped in each other. I kept my arm around her shoulders and she held my hand as it draped down her chest. Her other hand tucked securely in my back pocket. Every so often, she would look up to give me one of her award-winning smiles and in those moments, as silly as it sounds, I knew that my life was never going to be the same. I was ruined and wrecked, and I hadn't even seen her naked yet.
"Give me a minute and I'll take you to your car," she says as we walk back into her apartment, releasing my hand only to search for her keys.
While I wait, I walk around her apartment looking at her pictures, studying each one for clues about Sarah Erickson. I stop on a picture of her in a bar, huddled together with Manda and Casey. Sarah was in the middle leaning down to their level, arms thrown around them. The girls all looking in different directions, but Sarah was staring directly into the camera. She's dressed almost exactly as she was last night. Different dress, same black heels. Her hair is sweaty and her eye makeup was starting to run. I can almost guarantee it was from a night spent on the dance floor.
Less than twenty-four hours ago, I would have told you she looked ridiculous. Now, I can honestly say, I have never seen a more beautiful woman in my life. I have an overwhelming desire to steal the picture, but I'm sure I'd never hear the end of it if she caught me trying to escape with it shoved down my pants.
"You ready?” she asks, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind. I turn in her grasp, reaching up with both hands to tuck stray hairs behind her ears and peering into her clear blue eyes.
"How weird would be if I said no?" I ask honestly, and kiss her on her forehead.
"How weird is it that I want to ask you to spend the day with me?" she responds, standing up on her toes, kissing me chastely on the lips.
"How weird is it that I want to spend the rest of the day kissing you?" I kiss her a little longer, sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, grazing it with my teeth as I pull away.
"How weird is it that I want to do far more than just kiss you for the rest of the day?" she says, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down to gain access to my neck, licking and sucking her way up to my ear.
"How weird is it that we keep saying 'how weird is it'?" I joke, groaning as she bites me.
Reaching down, I roughly grab her ass grinding into her with my hard on, causing her to let out a growl. My lips land on hers just seconds before I thrust my tongue into her mouth. Her tongue meets my every stroke, twisting and dancing with mine. Suddenly, I lose all sense of control. I'm desperate for her and completely unable to keep my hands in the respectable territory anymore. Pushing her ten steps backwards until she falls onto the chair across from her couch, I drop to my knees in front of her in order to continue the kiss. I pull away only long enough to remove her shirt, immediately resuming my assault on her mouth.
I slowly trace down her arms and up her smooth stomach, smiling to myself when I feel the goosebumps that pebble her skin. I release her mouth when my hands reach the softness of her breasts. The sexiest moan escapes her lips as I gently cup them. She makes no move to touch me and sits perfectly still watching my hands caress her body. I feel her breathing begin to quicken, but still, she says nothing. Needing to see more than her black bra allows, I reach around to the back, flicking open the clasp. For a moment, I lock my eyes to hers trying to gauge her reaction. I don't want to push her into something she isn't ready for, but she has made no attempt to stop my wandering hands.
Throwing caution to the wind, I decide to keep moving. I glide the straps off her shoulders making sure to drag the tips of my fingers across her skin as I pull her bra down her arms, dropping it to the floor beside us. I continue my stare as a slow grin creeps across her face.
"Is this okay?" I finally ask, needing some sort of reassurance.
"No," she says, causing me to immediately remove my hands from her body. "It's not nearly enough," she finishes by reaching forward and replacing my hands on her chest. I shake my head at her ability to crack jokes even while sitting half-naked.
I finally have a chance to look down. Her nipples are perfectly hard and pink. I run the rough pads of my thumbs over them as she moans, letting her head fall back against the cushion. I start kissing down her neck and hear her breathing speed. I grab her waist and push her back deeper into the chair, allowing myself more access to her body. My lips move against her smooth skin as I trace my way down to her pert breasts, slowly sucking her hard nipple in my mouth.
She surprises me when I feel her reach down and begin rubbing my dick through my jeans. I can't help the startled noise that comes out, half moan and half gasp. Unfortunately for me, those sounds mingle together producing a loud whimper. I try to clear my throat to cover the sound, but it’s too late. Sarah drops her hand and all but rolls in laughter. I tickle her to cover my embarrassment, but that only causes her laugh louder.
"So you think that was funny, huh?" I pick her up, tossing her onto the couch.
"Jesus, Brett, did you just come?"
"Not yet. I always make sure the lady gets off first." I reach down between her legs, stroking her through her jeans while sucking her peaked nipple back into my mouth.
"Fuck," she gasps as I move my hands up towards the button on her pants.
Never releasing her breast, I unzip and tug them down. She helps by lifting her hips off the couch while I remove them completely, throwing them over my shoulder and out of the way. A black lace thong greets me and what a beautiful sight it is. I place small, wet kisses down her stomach paying special attention to the area just above those sexy panties. She treads her hands in my hair, using it as leverage to push
her hips toward my face. Spreading her legs, I kiss the insides of each thigh. Her body pleading with me.
"Tell me what you want, Sarah."
"Please Brett, please, just..."
Running my nose over her lace-covered core, I can smell her arousal and I think my dick is about to burst through my pants. Standing up, I toss my shirt over my head and slide my jeans to the floor, leaving only my boxer briefs and a very hard cock for her to see. She moans her approval and that's all I need as permission. Grasping the sides of her panties, I slowly slide them down her legs exposing her wet, glistening pussy. I watch as she rolls her nipples between her fingers, pinching and pulling while gazing at me through hooded eyes. The arousal is thick in the air and I'm physically unable to wait any longer to taste her.
Sliding between her thighs, I pick up her legs and place them one at a time over my shoulders. Flicking her swollen bud with my tongue, she lets out a string of breathy profanities. Deciding to take her one step further, I flatten my tongue and slowly drag it up her heat, tasting her sweetness. My eyes roll back in my head. I might just come from her taste alone.
I hear her panting and begging, "Fuck me baby, fuck me with your fingers.”
Following her orders, I thrust one finger inside. She's so wet and ready for me, I know this isn't going to take long. Adding another finger, I start to match the rhythm of her surging hips. I pause only momentarily when she begins to ride my hand. I can’t help but watch her unapologetically taking what she needs. Her boobs bounce, as her hips roll into my hand. I suck her clit back into my mouth to still her. It only causes her to lose all control. Feeling her inner walls contracting around my fingers, I know she's close.
"Come for me, baby. You taste so sweet. Show me how much you like it." Her back arches off the couch and her core clamps down on my fingers as she screams out. I feel her body pulsing as she rides the wave of her orgasm.
Removing my fingers, she comes down from her orgasm. Sarah stares at me with a glossed over look of satisfaction in her eyes. I toss her a wink and a smile when I lift my fingers to my mouth and start to lick her lingering arousal away. She watches, sated before sitting up and shocks the hell out of me. She grabs my hand and slowly slides my fingers into her own mouth.
"You're not going share?" she asks around my fingers as she sucks herself off my hand.
"Fuck me! That has got to be the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen," I groan out as she continues.
"That is the plan," she releases my fingers with a loud pop.
Dropping her hand to her wet core, she rubs herself the same way I was just doing a minutes ago. I need to be inside her now or I'm going to come like a horny virgin all over her living room carpet. Making quick work of removing my boxers, I plan to lift her off onto the floor. I'm way too tall for couch sex, and the bedroom is a long way away right now. I didn't want to have sex with Sarah for the first time on her living room floor, but I'll settle for anything at this point as long as it ends with me buried inside her.
As I turn back to the couch, she’s already on her feet and moving towards me with a smirk on her face. I can smell the sex in the air and know my cock is pointing right at her. She places her hands on my chest and slowly moves them down toward my aching dick, never taking her eyes off mine. She cups my balls with one hand and strokes my cock with the other. I struggle to remain on my feet. Rolling my balls in a circular pattern, she ever so slowly strokes me.
"Baby, you have to stop or I'm going to come, and I really want to be inside you when that happens." She smiles and gives me a chaste kiss on the lips.
"It's my turn to run this show." I am confused as to what she means and I start to play the gentleman, telling her that she doesn't have to return the favor. Suddenly, I'm pushed backwards, nearly tripping over the clothes strewn across the floor.
"On your back, Brett," she says, pushing me to the ground.
"Jesus, are you a dominatrix as well as a stripper?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" she winks.
Lying on the carpet while looking up at Sarah is a sight to behold. Her body is glowing, still flushed from her orgasm. She lowers herself on top of me and I feel her wetness sliding over my cock. Pre-cum leaks from my tip, aching to find its way inside. She bends, landing her lips on mine. She doesn't just kiss me, she fucks my mouth with her tongue. Pushing and pulling. Licking and sucking. Our mouths are like starved animals. I'm so caught up in the kiss that I barely feel her reach down and push me inside her tight body, engulfing my cock in her heat in one swift movement. Moaning, my toes curl as she takes me in completely.
"Oh my god, you feel amazing," she whispers.
"Fuuucccckkkk," is all I can get out. She stills for a minute allowing us both time to adjust.
Placing her hands on my chest she starts moving her hips up and down, rolling them back and forth as she tries to find her pace. Picking up speed, she searches to find a rhythm she likes. I watch her as she rides me with a supreme confidence. Her breasts bounce and her head falls back, trailing her long blonde hair down her back, lightly brushing my thighs. I grab her ass and try to match her thrusts, never taking my eyes off her perfect breasts.
"Holy shit, you are sexy. You need to slow down, or there is no way I'm going to last much longer." I finally look up, meeting her eyes.
If I thought staring at her swaying breasts was enough to make me come, it was nothing compared to the way I feel looking into her eyes. I quickly push up onto into a sitting position, running my fingers into her hair. I grab the back of her head, pulling her down into a rough kiss.
I can feel my balls start to tighten and my dick swell inside her. It's too soon, but I can tell from her pace, she's close too. But not nearly close enough. Not releasing her mouth, I reach between us to rub her clit. This causes her to ride me harder, take me deeper, and grind against my hand on every down stroke. Using one hand to brace herself against my chest, she moves the other back to play with her own nipples. It's obvious this girl knows exactly what she wants and how to get it.
She drops her head down against my forehead, never slowing. I can feel her whole body tightening as she stares intensely into my eyes, never looking away or hiding behind closed lids.
"Brett," she barely whispers as she falls over the edge.
The sensations are too much and I can’t hold back any longer. Arching my back and thrusting into her one last time, I come so hard that I begin to see stars. Slowing her pace, she continues to slide up and down my softening cock as the aftershocks of my release travel through my body. She finally stills, resting her entire weight on my chest.
"You're a dirty girl, Sarah Erickson," I pant out while trying to catch my breath.
"Is that supposed to be a bad thing?"
"No, it's perfect. I have to warn you though, I don't think you are going to be able to get rid of me after that. If you happen to need a new sub for your crazy dominatrix dungeon, or just someone to wax your stripper pole, I'm your guy," I try to tease.
"Who says I want to get rid of you? We may have just created a little Danika or Hephzibah!" My whole body stiffens as it dawns on me that we didn't use a condom.
"Oh Shit! Damn. Shit. Fuck!" I scream jumping to my feet causing her to crash to the side.
"Hey, is that anyway to treat you're pregnant girlfriend?"
"Damn, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?" My eyes search her body for any possible injury. As I get to her face, I can see her tight lips forcefully trying to contain a smile.
"Oh God, this is too much!" She flops down on the couch in hysterical laughter, leaving me completely confused.
"What am I missing here?" I ask, then notice that I'm standing naked in front of a laughing woman. I pull on my jeans, not bothering to button them before I continue questioning her. "What are you laughing about?" I ask a little too harshly.
If she noticed my tone at all, it didn't seem to affect her. I stand annoyed with my hands on my hips, staring at this obviously insane woman rolling around naked o
n the couch in a fit of laughter. Finally able to compose herself, she wipes away her tears and pulls me down to the couch next to her.
"I'm sorry,” she says, moving to straddling my lap. "I'm on birth control. No babies." She starts to giggle again, but I level her with an annoyed glare. I breathe out a relieved sigh as she continues, "I didn't mean to forget about the condom, I just got carried away. I'm clean though. You don't have to worry about that either," she rains sweet apologetic kisses all over my face.
"You're evil."
"And dirty," she replies moving her kissing down to my neck.
"You better show me some more of that dirty to make up for your lame jokes."
"My pleasure," she smiles, sinking to the floor between my knees.
Brett
OVER THE course of the following months, Sarah and I alternated between her house and mine, never sleeping a night apart. We made love, ordered take out, sometimes she cooked, sometimes she laughed at me while I attempted to cook, and occasionally, we forgot to eat all together. Sarah was more than I ever could have expected from the tight red dress I met one random solo night at the club. She was smart, beautiful, sexy, and funny. God, she was so damn funny.
We would spend hours making up stupid games just to challenge each other. That nutty woman was the most competitive person I have ever met. We played Jeopardy every night, keeping track of how many answers we each got right. The winner received absolutely nothing but bragging rights, but for us that was the most coveted prize of all.
"You cheater!" I scream walking back into the room carrying her glass of wine. "I told you to pause it."
"No way. You can't pause Jeopardy! You walk out of the room, you forfeit those questions to me. So now I'm up, twelve to nine."
"I only got up because you asked for another glass of wine!"
"Well it's not my fault that you lack the ability to say no to a sexy woman." She bats her eyelashes at me.
"Oh, well in that case...” I turn the glass, pouring two drops onto the wood floor.