Saving Each Other (Saving Series Book 1)

by S. A. Terrence

  “Holy shit! I can’t believe I made this!” I hear myself say and completely lose it. I start laughing, HARD! The hysterical, uncontrollable type of laughter where you’re doubled over with pain in your sides and tears in your eyes. “Oh my God! I made furniture again!”

  After I dry my eyes I look around. Really look around. The furniture I made is fucking fantastic! I still have it.

  Dee told me she wanted something summery, bright and beachy. I love that she said I bring that out in her. We actually bring that out in each other. When she first brought up the idea of making furniture again, I immediately shut down. But Dee, like she always does, turned my mood around. She also pulled out her secret weapon, she asked me to do it for her. I can never deny her and that’s why I’m staring at a garage full of Adirondack style furniture.

  Seeing something tangible in relation to Dee makes her seem more real and for the first time in…forever, my cock twitches and comes to life. When my wife died, my libido died right along with her. I never thought it would come back and I’m surprised that seeing the furniture I built would reawaken that part of my body. Maybe it’s the fact that I built it for Dee. Who knows what made him want to come out to play. I’m just glad it’s happening.

  I run my hand down over the bulge in my shorts and squeeze to relieve the pressure. Needing relief, I quickly head inside. The minute I get to the couch, I take out my aching cock and close my eyes.

  “Dee, I need you,” I breathe.

  I picture her between my legs, on her knees, with her full pouty lips parted in anticipation. I fist my cock imagining those lips closing around it, encasing me in the wet heat of her mouth. Waiting for me to fuck it. Begging for me to hit the back of her throat.

  In my mind’s eye, I see her eyes darken and fill with so much lust that the flecks of nature in them completely disappear. I imagine she has thick dark hair, streaked with sunshine and soft to the touch as my fingers grab onto it while setting the pace.

  “Yesss,” I hiss as I brush my thumb over my crown spreading the pre-come down my shaft for lubrication before closing my fist with a tight, slick grip while picturing her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me, deep. I spread my legs and move my other hand down to my balls, rolling them between my fingers while also paying extra attention to my perineum. I’m extremely sensitive in both those places and my cock jerks in response.

  With my eyes closed, I take a deep breath in through my nose and swear I can smell her. She smells like fresh air and springtime. Her scent brings my orgasm to the surface but I want this to last so with need burning in my gut, I slow my strokes, enjoying the edge.

  Dee moves faster, taking me deeper with each pass, her perfect tits bouncing as she moans around me; the vibration traveling down my spine making my balls draw up with the need to shoot my load.

  I’m so close and so desperate to get the hell off right fucking now.

  I run my thumb back over my slit, picturing Dee’s tongue swirling over it at each pass. Her lips, red and swollen, her face flushed, her hair mussed by my fingers and it’s that image that hurls me over the edge. I fall…fast and hard.

  “DEEEEE!” I scream while lights explode behind my eyelids and liquid heat surges violently out of me as I come harder than I can remember coming in a very long time.

  Limp and shaky, I melt into the cushions, gasping for breath. As I touch back down to earth, I picture pulling her up onto me, kissing her deeply, enjoying the taste of my come on her tongue and I make a promise to myself, a promise I intend to keep. One day I will make this a reality.

  I COME OUTSIDE TO FIND Beth and Sandi ogling the fathers dropping off their kids and can’t help but laugh. This is something they do on a regular basis and when I chide them about being married, Sandi says, “Just because we’re on a diet…” and, in unison, they add, “Doesn’t mean we can’t look at the menu.”

  They both fall into a fit of giggles and I can’t help myself from joining in. The two of them are incorrigible. When I tell them this, Beth shrugs and Sandi winks and then asks, “Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?”

  “I have my babysitter ready to take all the girls,” Beth offers.

  These women are funny and sweet and their antics have helped me take my mind off my mother and just live in the present. Being out will be good for both me and Chloe. It’s not like my mom is even home waiting; even though I insisted she be. I sigh. She only lasted a couple of weeks.

  “I’m in,” I tell them.

  “Yay!” Beth says while Sandi just smiles and nods. She knows I rarely go out anymore and I can tell she’s happy with my decision.

  When I get home from work I turn on a movie for Chloe and head up to my room to text E. He’s kept me sane and I like to keep him up to date about what’s going on.

  I’m going out with the girls tomorrow night.

  As usual, he texts me back quickly which always makes me happy.

  You go, girl!

  HEY! That’s my line!

  I’m serious, Dee. It’ll be good for you and it’s not like your mom’s waiting at home for you.

  It makes me sad how true that is.

  I know, how sad is that. I specifically insisted she stop drinking and be home more and look what happened.

  I know, babe, but you were expecting that.

  Not a question.

  I know but it’s still disappointing. I guess I’m a glutton for punishment. Either that or I’m really stupid.

  You are not stupid! You’re just optimistic and that’s never a bad thing. You like to see the best in people even if they’re not capable of it.

  I sigh. He’s right but it also sets me up for disappointment.

  Thanks, E! You always say the right things.

  That’s what I’m here for. Go out, have fun, and get your mind off your mom.

  I will.

  Are you going to tell them you’re leaving?

  E and I have texted, at length, about me leaving San Diego. I don’t want to put it off any longer. My mom’s not going to change and I really miss Beverly and Rodger.

  Yeah, that’s another reason I’m doing this. I’m not looking forward to telling them but it has to be done.

  Just rip off the Band-Aid quickly so you can enjoy your night. From what you’ve told me, I’m sure they’ll understand.

  They will. Wish me luck.

  Luck.

  A man of so many words. I’ll text you after dinner?

  I’ll be waiting and seriously, Dee, everything will be okay.

  Thanks, babe.

  : )

  So far it’s been a great night. We’re at a Hacienda de Vega, a fabulous Mexican restaurant that’s been around forever. It’s nestled in an old adobe and the wood-beamed ceilings, white-washed walls and Saltillo tiles makes it feel very authentic. It’s a gorgeous night, we’re sitting on the patio surrounded by a lush garden filled with tropical flowers and I love it. Even though I don’t want to ruin the night, I have to tell them.

  “I’m leaving San Diego tomorrow,” I announce quickly after taking a large sip of my Patron Cadillac margarita for “liquid courage.”

  Nothing like “ripping off the Band-Aid,” as E says.

  Sandi chokes on her margarita, spitting it across the table, while Beth freezes, a chip halfway to her mouth.

  “W-what?!” Sandi stammers while trying to wipe off what landed on her top.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys earlier but I actually didn’t fully decide I was leaving until I got home from work today.” They don’t need to know E and I already decided I’m leaving. Or that I turned in my notice last week.

  I sigh, take an even larger sip of my drink, and continue. “My mom’s never home and when she is, she’s drunk. It isn’t good for Chloe and, well, it isn’t good for me either.”

  Sandi makes a “pfft” sound and although Beth has closed her mouth and put down her chip, she still hasn’t said a word. So I continue.

  “Scott’s parents really miss
us, and I miss them too. My friend Lysee is holding a waitressing position open at the local health food restaurant where she works that’s just down the street from my house. I really need to get away from my mom, guys. It’s really for the best.”

  “What about maybe you getting an apartment here?” Beth asks after finding her voice.

  Sandi shakes her head and turns her gaze from Beth to me. “I know you and I know I can’t persuade you to stay.” Then she sighs. “Once you make up your mind…” She trails off as she picks up her margarita also taking a very large sip. “I understand that, but waitressing? You don’t want to get back into design?”

  The look on her face is incredulous and maybe a little disapproving, and the way she says “waitressing” is filled with way too much derision. But I’m not ready to go back into design…I don’t think I ever will be. I did that with Scott and since he’s not here…

  Nope, not doing that again. That part of my life is over.

  She’s passing unfair judgment and I find myself getting annoyed. “The waitressing thing is temporary,” I say in a defensive tone, not sure why I’m even justifying myself. “And Scott’s mom is going to help get Chloe into a preschool near us and will help take care of her.” I take another drink of my margarita to calm down and keep talking. “They’re really excited to have us back and I may look into being a teacher’s assistant again. But just…not now…”

  “I’m going to miss you,” Sandi says with a tear in her eye.

  “Me too,” chimes in Beth. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you.”

  “Well, I’m not gone yet,” I say trying to lighten the mood and add that they should come and visit us in Hermosa Beach once we get settled. I let them know that Chloe will miss their girls and they should make a vacation out of it. They both agree and we spend the rest of the night laughing and drinking.

  It makes me sad to leave but I have to…for my sanity.

  Dee…

  I hope she answers. Ever since I rubbed one out the other day, I’ve been thinking about her nonstop. What does she look like? How does she feel? What sounds does she make when she comes? Does she really smell like fresh air and springtime? SHIT! I’m hard just thinking about it. I also know she just told her friends she’s leaving and I know what I’m about to do will definitely get her mind off her woes.

  Hey, babe!

  Thank fuck! I’m going for it. I know she has no idea what I’m asking, but she’s about to.

  What are you wearing?

  What?

  Are you in bed?

  E?

  Just go with it, babe. It’s been a long fucking time and we both need this. I certainly do.

  Dee, do you trust me?

  Of course, I do! You never need to ask me that.

  It’s been a long time for both of us and neither of us are ever going to consider being sexual with anyone else. Can we try this? Please? Use the voice command to text.

  Okay

  THIS IS SO HAPPENING!

  What are you wearing?

  A cami and sleep shorts…pink lace.

  Hah! Judging by the pause in her text she’s probably wearing a ratty old t-shirt and yoga pants but I’ll go with it.

  Mmmm, are you in bed?

  Yes.

  My clothes are on the floor and my hand is wrapped around my now rock-hard cock.

  Lie on your back, baby.

  E…I’m so ready for you, I need you.

  I’m so hard I hurt.

  I’m naked. Take off your clothes, Dee.

  They’re off.

  Fuck yeah! My hips jerk off the couch at the image of her lying on her back, naked, needy and all mine. This is so much better than when I was doing this alone. I just pray I don’t come before we get started.

  Pretend I’m kissing you. My tongue is touching your lips, soft like a feather. I’m nibbling on your bottom lip seeking entry. You open up for me and we kiss. A slow, passionate kiss that makes your toes curl. God, you feel so good. Your mouth feels so good and you taste so sweet. Do you feel me, Dee?

  My eyes are closed. I’m so into this that my hand is moving on its own accord.

  Yes…God, E. You taste so good…

  So many nights spent dreaming about what she looks like and the image of her naked and touching herself is sending me into a tailspin. It’s all-encompassing and the need to come is desperate and painful.

  I’m kissing down your neck with soft kisses and bites. I’m licking a path behind your ear and nibbling on your lobe, pulling it into my mouth. Wet your finger and follow my tongue. Are you following me?

  I’m pumping my hand faster up and down my shaft, rubbing my thumb over the slit at each pass while my other hand is roaming around my body as if it were roaming around hers.

  Yes!

  How do I feel, sweetheart?

  Feel me, Dee. Please…please feel me!

  God, E! Your tongue is so warm and your stubble feels so good against my skin. I’m so hot.

  She can feel me! So good…

  I’m licking my way down to your breasts. God, babe, you have such perfect tits! So full, so ready for my mouth. I’m licking around your nipples, you taste so good. Are you following my tongue? My mouth is covering them, gently biting them. Pinch your nipples, play with them.

  Oh, God, E, I need more.

  God, I do too.

  What do you need, my love?

  It’s just like I’m there with her. I’m going to give you exactly what you need, Dee!

  I need you between my legs, I need your mouth on me. I need you licking me and sucking me into your mouth. I need your fingers in me. I need…aaah! My back is arching off the bed trying to get closer to you to relieve the pressure. I just…need you.

  Deee…

  I can smell her, I can taste her! I’m so into this, I never want it to stop. Her words have my hips jerking higher and my hands moving even faster.

  I love your cock. So hard, so perfect. I’m running my tongue down your shaft, licking it, slowly, tasting your need, salty and sweet just like you and it’s so, so good. Feel me. Feel my tongue, trace it with your finger. Wrap your hand around yourself. That’s me. E. My tight grip holding you as I open my mouth to take all of you into my hot, wet mouth.

  Aaaah, Dee! Yes, my hand is wrapped around my cock, I feel you. Don’t stop…

  I can’t hold back!

  I’m taking your cock back into my mouth, sucking you in. All. The. Way. To. The. Root. I want you to shoot it down my throat, E. I want to suck every drop out of you. Having you in my mouth is so good, I can’t stop moaning. Do you feel the vibration?

  HOLY SHIT! I can really feel her. It’s like I’m really with her! I can feel her mouth wrapped around my cock and it’s so good. So very, very good…

  God, Dee! I need to be inside you. Touch yourself. Move your hand down to your pussy. Run your finger through your luscious folds and over your clit, put your fingers inside you. That’s my cock, baby. I’m slowly entering you. You feel so good. So tight, so fucking hot…

  AAAAHHHYESSSS!

  God, your cock feels so good in me. I’m so full. My fingers are plunging in and out of me. I need more, more friction. Harder, E. Pump harder, faster…aaaahhh…

  I’m out of control! Being buried in her tight pussy, surrounded by her heat, is making me go out of my mind! YES!

  I’m pumping so fast now. Take your thumb and rub it against your clit. Make yourself come, Dee. Our bodies are slapping together and our moans are filling the room.

  I’m so lost in the moment that I can’t see straight, can’t think. I feel the tingle at the base of my spine. My balls are tight; I’m so fucking close…

  Yes! Don’t stAAHHEEEECOMMMING!

  Her orgasm hurls me over the edge.

  Fuck yeah baby! I’m COMINGTOOOAAAHHH!

  I can’t catch my breath. My heart is hammering, my ears are ringing and spots of white lights are clouding my vision. Being with her, like this, knowing what she’s feeling…I’m
so thankful we did this. I feel fan-fucking-tastic!

  So beautiful, Dee! So fucking beautiful! I love you so fucking much!

  Shit! I really do.

  I love you too, babe…WOW! Can we do that again?

  Hah! I just need a minute to recover. I’m still seeing spots and my ears are still ringing. I haven’t come that hard in a very long time.

  Thank you, E. I feel sooo much better!

  Night, sweetheart.

  Night, babe.

  I head to my room on wobbly legs. My head is still swimming, my ears are still ringing and my vision is still blurred. With thoughts of Dee in my head, I quickly fall asleep with a big goofy grin on my face and have one of the best nights of sleep I’ve had in a really long time.

  “YOU READY TO GO BACK home, sweetheart?” I ask Chloe as I’m strapping her into her car seat in my old Ford. I didn’t plan on leaving while it was still dark out but sleep evaded me last night. After four long months in San Diego, I’m eager to get back to Hermosa Beach and I figure Chloe can sleep in the car.

  I pull out my special phone and text E before we get on the road. Since it’s so early in the morning, I don’t expect a response but I know he’d want to know I’m heading home and I plan on letting him know we arrived when we get there. We’re both very vigilant on letting each other know we’re safe when driving anywhere.

  I’m on my way home.

  After sexting last night, I feel even closer to him. Although it was virtual, being intimate bonded us more than words ever could. I also said things I’d never have the courage to say if he was actually there with me. That’s the main reason I couldn’t sleep. Although I find it strange to have sexual feelings for someone I’ve never met, I couldn’t get the image of him naked and touching himself out of my mind. I’ve absolutely pictured him naked before but never like that. Now I can’t get him out of my head.