The party continued into the morning. As some couples left, others sat and watched and the rest laid down and went to sleep in various places in the house. Brandon and Sara woke up late into the afternoon to discover that they were resting by themselves in each others arms on the giant white bed. Liz was showing out the last guest for the night in her own special way; giving him a quick blow job by the door. The happy couple lay quietly and watched, laughing softly with each other. They shared an embrace and kissed each other as they stated their love for one another under the white comforter. Eventually, Brandon left while Liz and Sara were left to the clean up of the apartment. They now had a new saying for when it was now time to say good bye.
"Another day?" Sara stated to him.
"Soon," he replied.
4 MONTHS LATER
Brandon has been sitting down in front of the dressing rooms in the back of Fredericks of Hollywood for about three minutes in high anticipation. His foot has been tapping wildly, waiting for Sara to step out of the booth in some lingerie she just picked out minutes ago. Suddenly the door opened and took Brandon by surprise. Sara stood in the doorway wearing only crotch-less red panties and a matching bra that exposed her nipples slightly.
"Hey babe," she started, "Does this fit okay to you?"
Brandon was already hard from the moment she appeared. "The front looks great," he replied, "turn around so I can see the full view." On her bare feet, she spun slowly to let Brandon take in the sight of her full body barely contained in her garments. "I think it looks perfect babe."
"Well, it feels a little loose to me... like, here in the back. Could you come here and help me adjust it? I don't want to do it out there in front of everyone."
He surveyed the area and noticed that no one else was occupying the two other dressing rooms and the only other person in store was the clerk who was standing outside talking to the woman running the jewelry booth in front. "I understand, you need your privacy," he said walking slowly inside.
"Who's out there?" Sara whispered.
"No one. It's noon and a school day. The place is empty."
"Good. Then no one will mind if we take up this dressing room for a little longer than normal." She grabbed his shirt with both hands and began to kiss him fiercely, his hands pulling her close, feeling every curve and line. Without hesitation he pushed her towards the back wall, untied her panties and placed in dick inside of her. She wrapped her arms and legs around his body in hopes of only having one pair of legs showing under the door. In midair, she pressed close to his body, gyrating her hips to get the full fill of Brandon inside her.
Adrenaline rushed throughout Brandon as he watched himself fucking Sara in the mirror in front of him while simultaneously thinking about getting caught... and looking at her ass moving. He moved his hands down to hold her ample bottom tightly, relishing in the fact that it couldn't all fit inside both of his palms.
"You like holding me up that way, baby?" she asked, quiet and short of breath.
"You have no idea. Every part of you is amazing."
She arched her back to sit more upright, then slid down an inch, shooting a wave a pleasure out to the both of them, moaning almost loud enough to make the store clerk notice. "You aren't bad yourself," she told him. Brandon then fell to the floor slowly, no longer caring about being caught. Sara took advantage by riding him, feet flat on the ground and still holding his shirt tight.
"Oh god baby, I'm coming!"
"Shit, so am I."
Both tried to contain themselves as Brandon filled Sara with his heat and she began to writhe from sensation. What felt like an eternity culminated in a minute long orgasm between two best friends. Once it was over, they thought quickly about their location and started to gather themselves, dressing hastily and walking out one at a time, first Brandon, then Sara. The store clerk hadn't noticed as she was still talking to the person running the jewelry booth until they stood at the register waiting to be checked out. She purchased the clothes, both of them laughing like kids at their inside joke. The clerk noticed the pair and stated, "You two sure are a happy couple."
"Oh," they both started before deciding to let Sara finish. "We're just friends."
"Ah...okay," the clerk said in disbelief, "Well, you two at least look cute together. Hope this stuff gets used for the right reasons."
"It's already done wonders."
Outside of the mall, they made their way to their respective cars, sharing a long embrace before taking off. Before long, Sara received the first text.
"I'm already wanting more of you."
"One day, soon =)"
"How about tomorrow?"
"Same time, different place?"
"Yep yep! We'll work out the details then."
"I can't wait. <3"
"Me either. God I love lunch breaks."
This was the new norm. After the party at Liz's 4 months ago, a simple long-brewing history of sexual tension turned into a full-blown affair. "Another day...soon" turned into the very next day, hooking up in an O'Charley's restaurant. Next was their first time in the mall at New York and Company, then a hotel for a weekend, to various places in and around the city. They had realized that once they got the first time out of the way, it became increasingly easy to get together on a regular basis. Apparently they were just nervous before.
The issue of their "true" significant others was still a problem.
Sara returned home to an empty house. With Jake being in the military this was okay for around this time, especially since she smelled faintly of sex and had brand new lingerie that smelled the same. Instead of lengthy explanations, Sara had the luxury of not having to say a word or arouse suspicion. She simply came home, started a load of laundry and took a hot shower. Jake wasn't due home for another 4 ½ hours and when he arrived he would be none the wiser.
Brandon returned to work at his clothing store, Vocal Emotion. Being the owner meant that changing from one sex-soaked outfit to one less pungent was a breeze but questions from employees were always abound...even if not spoken directly. In the past four months Brandon had created a routine of dipping out on his lunch break, coming back clutching lunch and then changing before he exited his office. He kept insisting that he was spilling ketchup on himself but in the two years that the store had been open he had never accomplished this feat before. Truth be told, Brandon was a neat freak, especially when it came to his clothes. Still, he would rather be seen as abruptly clumsy than stepping out on Alicia.
Sara had it a little easier when it came to her status. Despite being engaged for close to eight months, most weren't even aware of her relationship status at all. Men wouldn't ask and she had only a few female colleagues who knew of her history with Brandon and wouldn't think that anything could be happening between them. Plus Jake was more into his video games than outside affairs and had never seen Brandon as a threat.
Alicia on the other hand was different. As much as she loved Brandon she could never fully trust any man and couldn't understand how members of the opposite sex were best friends with no sort of sexual tension between them. She routinely questioned Brandon regarding Sara from small tidbits about their time spent together to any future plans. In their time together she never had a real reason to suspect any foul play but still kept a close watch.
On this day she arrived at the store only minutes after Brandon had returned from his lunch break finding him dressed in another unfamiliar outfit. He wasted no time walking over to embrace her, keeping up appearances by trying to kiss her with a mouth full of food so that he knew she would refuse.
"Ew," she shot at him, tilting her head away from his. "I love you, baby, but I don't love what you're eating."
"My fault," he mumbled before chewing quickly and swallowing. "How's my love doing?"
"Okay. Just stopping through to see you for a moment before I hit the gym."
"Sounds lovely and tiring all at once...but I can never argue with the results."
"No, you c-"
Conversation was interrupted by the sound of Brandy's "Best Friend" humming out of Brandon's phone. They both knew it was Sara and were curious. Pulling it out of his pocket he wondered if it was a text or a call. A call was easier to divert attention away from, simply by just announcing that Alicia was present and therefore all mushy talk would have to wait. A text, especially an explicit one, was always harder to justify.
And as luck would have it, a text was in his inbox. He placed his phone back in his pocket trying not to arouse suspicion. "Why don't you respond?" Alicia questioned.
"I'm with you right now. That would be a little rude for me to take up my time writing someone else while you're visiting me."
This had the opposite desired effect. "Oh no," she started, "Go right ahead, I'm okay with it. Hell, I'll do it for you." As she often did, she reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, opening the unread message that only read, More.
"More, huh? Oh...yeah...baby...I'll...give...you...more...," she said slowly as she keyed in the letters.
"Baby, what the hell are you doing?"
"Well, since you don't wanna reply, I can do it for you. I know how you two talk to each other when I'm not around." The phone went off again a second later to the familiar tune. "And there's the response." She rapidly studied the message and with a disappointed look on her face, handed the phone back to Brandon. "She wants another burger with McDonald's sweet and sour sauce on it. She also wants you not to call her baby."
"Thanks," he said sarcastically, "I could have told you both of those things already. Why do you think I didn't jump at responding?" Alicia shrugged her shoulders and started towards the door. "What, no kiss before you go?" She walked back to him and gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning away and heading towards the door again. "I love you!" Brandon shouted at the closing door. "You hateful ass," he finished.
He opened his phone to type another text to Sara, this time written with an asterisk in front of the first word. This was a code they developed after it became evident that Alicia liked to look through his phone. This let her know that past messages weren't from him and that the coast was clear to say whatever she wanted.
"More?"
"Tomorrow. Meet tonight."
"After work?"
