By the time Sarah woke up, I had put away the sofa bed and was sitting against one end of the couch reading, sipping my second cup of coffee. She came padding out in the same sweats she had slept in, smiled at me in passing, and went into the kitchen. I heard coffee pouring, a spoon clinking as she stirred in the milk, and then footsteps on linoleum as she headed back into the living room.
"Melanie gone?" she asked.
"Yup. About half an hour ago. She said she had a lot to confess!"
"I think she's exaggerating," Sarah said with a smirk. "She's been working crazy hours all fall, and she's usually with me on the weekends. I'd know if she was racking up mortal sins!"
I laughed. "Maybe she's catching up on the college years," I suggested.
"That could take a while" Sarah replied, smiling.
I nodded in response, thinking back on a steady stream of hook-ups, boyfriends, and late-night rescue missions to get her out of some stupid situation she'd gotten into. While I was lost in that reverie, Sarah climbed onto the other end of the couch and curled her feet up in front of her.
"Can I ask you something?" Sarah said quietly.
"Sure," I answered, my heart fluttering with sudden guilt.
"When she was being all slutty and crazy back then, did you guys ever...you know...hook up?"
Whew. That one I could answer with a straight face! "Nope. Never."
"Why not?" came the follow-up question.
"Two reasons. First, I was way more attracted to you, and second, I knew how many other guys there were and it creeped me out!"
She smiled and turned her eyes down at the first answer, and her smile widened to a grin after the second. She snorted and said, "There were a lot of them, right?"
I snorted as well and said, "Yup. I'm glad she's slowed down a little bit. It must be different living in a real apartment and trying to keep a job going that you like and not act like an idiot!"
"It is," Sarah said seriously. "Not just for her. It's really kind of strange knowing that I can't just do whatever I want because I have to work, or I have to see these people again and again. I used to meet all kinds of people in classes, or at different jobs, or wherever, but now it's like 'work-gym-home' and unless someone visits, we don't really go out that much. It's weird!"
"That must take some getting used to," I agreed.
"Can I tell you something embarrassing?"
"Sure."
"I think it's been like 6 months since I went on a date. And it's been longer than that since I..."
"Committed any mortal sins?" I asked to lighten the mood.
Fortunately, she laughed in response. "Yeah...it's been a long time since I had anything to confess, even if I went to confession!"
While she was talking, she had kept her eyes down-still a shy woman at heart, even with someone who had known her intimately for so long. I had been sneaking peeks at her the entire time. Delicate feet crossed in front of her, faded sweatpants clinging to her long, lean legs, small breasts outlined by a cotton T-shirt that said "Cape Cod" across the front, and most of all, her pale, beautiful face, framed by a loose fall of strawberry blonde hair. She looked fantastic, even first thing in the morning.
"Sarah," I began. "I don't know if..."
She cut me short, interpreting my confusion correctly.
"I don't want to get back together or anything. I mean, I still live here, and you still live in Connecticut. I just...you know." Modest to a fault, she couldn't bring herself to say it.
"You want to fool around, right? No strings, someone safe, and then back to normal?"
She nodded wordlessly. "Does that make me a terrible person? I know it's not really fair to ask you that after I broke up with you, but..."
"Sarah," I said firmly. "Come here."
She set her coffee cup aside and scooted across the couch. I lifted my legs and she slid herself underneath them, coming to rest with my arm wrapped around her. I didn't know just how to explain how OK I was with her idea yet, so I simply kissed her. God, she tasted so good!
With a little shiver, Sarah responded happily. She pivoted on the couch to face me fully, then climbed up so that she was kneeling between my knees. She grabbed my shoulders and held herself above me, letting her hair fall all around my face-she knew I loved that! Her bright eyes gleamed in the shadow of her face, and I saw her smile come closer and closer as she lowered her lips to mine again.
My hands, meanwhile, had started on her waist when she changed position. After our kiss began again, I stroked her long, sexy back all the way to the top, pushing her T-shirt all the way up. Although I couldn't see them, I knew her perky little breasts were hanging right in front of me, so I brought my hands in beside them, pushing them together with my palms and letting my thumbs graze her nipples repeatedly. She groaned in pleasure and kissed me harder. She wasn't the only one who remembered what the other one liked!
Abruptly, Sarah got off her knees and straddled my lap, still teasing me with her tongue. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as she rubbed against my rigid cock, and I pulled her shirt the rest of the way off over her head to give me better access to her breasts. She shook her hair out and then cradled my head as I sucked first one and then the other of her nipples, leaving them fully erect and glistening in the morning light. She was rocking her hips against me urgently, groaning with pleasure when I bit down on her tight little nubs.
"Oh, God...that feels so good!" she moaned.
My hands, meanwhile, were down the back of her sweatpants, which allowed me just enough room to cradle her ass. God, I loved that ass! Petite, firm, and marble-smooth crescents filled my palms. My fingertips met in the crevice between them, and I squeezed firmly when she rocked forward onto my cock.
