This is the fourth installment of my John and Sarah series. As with the others, it can be read as a standalone story, but it does make a bit more sense if you read the other three in order (The Party, The Hotel, then The Beginning).
I will tip my hat again to shorterversion for all her help with sorting the story out and helping suggest ways to improve the text.
Feedback is always welcomed, and thanks for reading!
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John hadn't really thought that much about Sarah until an old schoolfriend's get together 5 years after they had left school. It had been arranged that they all meet up in a local pub, and about 10 of the old 'crew' had turned up. Amongst them was Sarah, and although they had exchanged pleasantries, they didn't really chat.
Throughout the evening, John kept glancing at Sarah and, every time he looked up, he caught her looking back at him and they both turned away, slightly embarrassed. As the evening wore on and numbers started to dwindle, John (given a little more confidence due to the beer or two he'd had), found Sarah alone and walked over to see what she'd been up to during the intervening years.
"Hi!" He smiled, thinking he was sure he could have come up with a more convincing opener.
"John? Well hello stranger! I thought you were never going to talk to me," Sarah replied, a comedic pout passing her lips.
"I was going to talk to you, I just hadn't had the right opportunity," John said unconvincingly. "Can I get you a drink?"
"Now you're talking! I'll have a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, seeing as you're offering."
John walked over to the bar and ordered a couple of glasses of wine and then nodded to some empty chairs. Sarah followed John's eyeline and, spotting the chairs, acknowledged with a nod, then headed over to sit down. John joined her and then handed her a glass before sitting down himself.
After a slightly awkward pause, John asked Sarah what she'd been up to in the intervening years, and Sarah started by telling him about her uni years. After 5 minutes, the conversation started to flow easily, and they talked away as if time hadn't separated them. There was laughter and the occasional intake of breath as both recounted some of the highs and lows of their lives.
An hour and a couple of glasses of wine later, John countered, "Do you remember that summer before uni? We had a pretty wild couple of weeks, I seem to recall!"
"I certainly do! One or two memories popped, rather inconveniently, into my head when I spotted you at the beginning of the evening," Sarah replied with a raised eyebrow.
"Oh, I'm inconvenient, am I?" John laughed.
"Not you technically, no. However, I was talking to Dave at the time, and I remembered what you'd said about him in the pub on the night we, erm, you, I mean..." Sarah flushed and looked anywhere but at John.
John snorted with laughter. "I'd forgotten about that! He's a respected man these days, studying law and all that. That appendage of his got him more than his fair share of trouble at Oxford, if you believe his stories, that is!"
Sarah looked up at John, her cheeks still red. "One thing I did wonder though..." She paused and searched the ceiling as if she might find the right words there. "I've always wondered, actually. With all the things we did that summer, why did we never have, you know, actual sex?"
John looked puzzled. "I thought we did. Are you sure we didn't?"
Sarah gave him a look. "No! We did not! A woman remembers these things, but for the life of me I can't remember why we didn't!"
John racked his brain, bringing back forgotten memories of their naked bodies entwined, but Sarah was right and there was no recollection of them actually 'doing it'.
He shrugged. "I don't know why," he offered. "I was sure we had, but now I think about it, I realise not. I think we were having too much fun with everything else!" A rather vivid memory passed across his mind of how it all started, and now it was John's turn to blush.
"You'd have been my first," Sarah said, so quietly that John hardly heard her.
"I thought you were my first!" John laughed, and immediately regretted it when he saw the look Sarah was giving him.
"With a remark like that, I should spank you!" An edge of anger in her voice, Sarah fixed John a stare that would freeze fire, before she smiled and said, "But you'd like that too much, you pervert!" With that they both laughed, a little too loudly. Sarah pointed at John's glass. "One more for the road?" she asked.
"If you're offering," John said, handing his glass to Sarah.
She stood and headed to the bar. John's eyes followed her as she did. Her hair was darker and shorter than when he last saw Sarah, but little else had changed. Her jeans fit well, showing the curves of her legs and arse wonderfully, and the plain white t-shirt she wore, whilst baggy, suited her perfectly. John felt a twitch in his pants as more memories of them together came back in to focus.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Sarah sit back down and place their drinks on the table. "Earth to John"--Sarah waved a hand in front of his face--"are you still with us?"
"Sorry. I was lost in thought," John said, almost absentmindedly.
"Ooh! Do tell!" Sarah perked up.
John paused for a moment, struggling whether to actually say what he was thinking or just make something up on the spot. In the end, honesty won out. "I was wondering what it would be like if we actually had gone all the way back then and had sex." He blushed again as Sarah's eyes widened. He'd overstepped the mark, or so he thought.
Sarah lowered her voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper. "I've wondered the same thing too. If I'm honest, I've thought about it more than once." She looked him in the eyes as she continued. "I mean, we did a lot of stuff, and it would have been logical that we should have. I just wonder what it would have been like. We knew each other's bodies so well, I think it would have been good, you know?"
John did indeed think it would have been good, and an idea popped into his head.
"Bear with me on this"--John drew a deep breath-- "and do feel free to tell me that I'm out of order." He took a swig of wine to steady his nerves before continuing. "Look, we're both here now and, while I can't speak for you, I have an empty hotel to go back to." He held her gaze and offered his proposal. "Personally, the thoughts that have been going through my head have got me more than a little worked up and more likely than not I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands when I get back. If you wanted to join me, then, erm, I'd be more than willing... no... happy for you to... well, watch. For old time's sake, and all that." He took a sip of his drink and looked down at his hands.
Sarah winced a little at the 'matters into my own hands' comment. She knew full well what he was talking about, so he could have just come out and said that he was going for a wank, rather than sugar-coating it. However, she couldn't deny that she wasn't getting turned on at the thought. She wanted to do more than watch, though, and knew that John did too.
"You're not expecting anything back in return, are you?" she asked pointedly.
"No! No, of course not!" John stammered. "I just think it would be fun. No commitment, no strings attached. I just thought I'd put it out there."
Sarah smiled to herself. They'd both talked about having a little bit of a dry spell at the moment, so the release would do them both good. "Ok mister, you have yourself a deal! You'd better be prepared to put on one hell of a show though. I'm not as naive as I used to be, you know."
John straightened up in his seat, the last statement working like a red rag to a bull. "You're on!" he said as he picked his phone up from the table and called for a taxi.
"There's one five minutes away, so you'd better drink up." Then, quoting the old and cheesy adage, he joked, in his best northern accent--"Grab your coat love, you've pulled!"
The taxi arrived just as they got outside. John opened the door for Sarah, and she climbed in. Other than John re-iterating the hotel's name, neither of them spoke for the 10-minute journey back to the hotel. The energy buzzed around the back of the taxi, and they both thought that if they spoke, it might break the atmosphere and their plans may not happen.
They arrived at the hotel and John tipped the driver before opening the door for Sarah to get out. They walked in silence across reception, and John nodded to the concierge as they passed the desk to the lifts.
Pressing the button, John looked at the descending numbers impatiently, willing the lift to arrive faster.
The doors opened and they stepped inside. As they started to close, John said "Now's your last chance. If you want to back out, I won't take offence."
"You're bloody joking, aren't you?" Sarah snorted. "A deal's a deal. I want to see what you've still got it!"
John, pressed the keycard to the lock and invited Sarah into the room before following her in. He grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured a couple of glasses. "Give me a minute to prepare, would you?" he said as he offered one of the room's tub chairs to Sarah and headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to go and get changed."
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." Sarah got herself comfortable and took a sip of the wine.
John closed the bathroom door behind him and checked himself in the mirror. Happy that he was clean and composed enough, he stripped naked, and his freed cock grew in front of him. He grabbed a robe from the back of the door and covered himself up and, taking one last look in the mirror, he nodded to himself before opening the door.
Sarah cooed at the sight of John as he came back into the room. "I was expecting you to be naked, but this is just a little tease!" she said, as he pulled the other chair forward and arranged it opposite Sarah's. Just out of touching distance, she noted to herself.
As John moved to sit, Sarah stood. "I'm just going to powder my nose and make myself more comfortable," she said, as she then headed to the bathroom herself before he had chance to protest. He slipped down into his chair, arranging his robe to keep himself covered, and took a sip of his wine.
