2 comments/ 9466 views/ 1 favorites Summer Cravings: Sarah and Adam By: LittleBea Adam James Patterson, generally known as AJ. My, my, my...he was something, that's for sure. Unfortunately, not my something. Oh, how I wished for it, dreamed about it. The wiser course would have been to actually do something. Just take that extra step. I mean, what had I to loose? It's not like I had him anyway, so what would it hurt to try? Right? Well, sure. But I was so afraid of being slashed down, that I let these fears get the better of me for quite some time. However, this particular story is not about my fears. Not directly anyway. It's about me, Sarah Evangeline Harris, and how I overcame these fears. Now, I know I sound like the ultimate dork...or whatever, and that may be true. Only in the smallest of ways, of course. I'm not your typical nerd. I'm just a bit different...I think. You might be asking yourself how I even know this AJ. He's not exactly a typical guy either, from what I can see. Which is perfect for me, only he didn't know I existed beyond the realms of friendly conversation. Alright, so I work in a fabulous little cafe. It sort of sucks to be stuck in when the weather is orgasmic, but we open the windows, turn on the fans, and have the most fun we can possibly have...and we do. It surprises me that people still drink coffee and tea when the air is hotter then steamed milk...I actually fall into that rift sometimes myself... but it's a great place, with great people, and we offer iced drinks too...oh, and of course food. Who wouldn't love the place? AC would be nice sometimes though... ANYWAY! Back to AJ, who's way more appetizing than steamed milk on his worst day. He comes in everyday. Every single day that we are open, I see him at least once. Flaunting hints of his artistic abilities, he's almost always covered in paint, ink...or something like that. It's very attractive, in my humble opinion. Those hazel eyes peek up at me over his bespectacled face, and I melt...a little puddle of green tea. Sometimes, I wish he would drink me up... I would say AJ looks like any average guy at first glance. You wouldn't think much, at least...other people besides me wouldn't. Just a four-eyed guy covered in paint. I'm sure others held him in high regard, but I hoped not. I didn't need any competition, not that I couldn't handle it...let it be known that I can hold my own in a show down...but who needs that? His mannerism just hit me, from the very first day he walked in, and now, he was almost like an obsession. I felt a bit crazy, seeing as I only knew as much of him as a person could possibly say while ordering. But it was one of those things...those magnetic force things. Except, I felt as if we were polar opposites, and he'd push me away as soon as I came near. I hoped I was being just a tad bit paranoid. But enough emotional wreck crap...we need to get to the good part, and fast! It started like any other day. It was the calm before my sexual storm, and I'm a sucker for a good storm. Usually I could see them coming, but not this one. AJ came in, got his usual, smiled, joked, and left. Leaving me swooning for about an hour 'till the rush started. He lived in a quaint apartment building across the street, and too often did I find myself glancing in that direction, only to find that he wasn't on his way over... but when he was, my heart raced. Though, I wasn't the sort to go leaping onto him like a starving puma. I was more of a patient hunter...more like...well, like a rattlesnake. I sit, I wait...I strike! Sort of... The rest of my day proved uneventful, until closing. AJ returned. He had teased me into a horny mess over the last six months of coming in. I was becoming a nympho, and my means of satisfaction weren't cutting it anymore. I wanted the real thing. It felt like forever since I had a cock to play with...but it wasn't only that...it really wasn't. "Back for more?" I asked playfully. "You know it, I just can't get enough of you," he returned skillfully. Laughing, I replied, "I do have that effect." "I'm thinking that I want something...different, to end my night." My cheeks went red, I highly doubt that's what he meant, but my mind was in a dirty, dirty place. "Oh really, like what?" "I don't know, what do you think? I need something with a bang." Emphasis on bang...holey sweaters in my grandmothers' closet! "Any suggestions?" I did a lousy job at hiding my amusement, "I'm not sure we really have anything like that here." "No? I think so." He looked around in realization, "are you here all alone?" "Yeah, it's my night to close up." "Really? I never realized. Is it safe to leave you girls in here alone at night?" "I'm sure it's fine," I smirked. "We're big girls, and there's not much action around here at this time. Sometimes I wonder why they even stay open past eight." "Well that's good. Saves all that energy up for your guys, right?" He smiled wide. He was nice and bold, I liked that about him. "I suppose so." "So, do you have one?" "One what?" I heard him, but it didn't exactly register. I was in another world, with a whirlwind of things running through my mind. "I think you need some caffeine," he laughed, "let me buy you some. Then you can come and give me your opinion on something, if you're not busy after closing shop." The core between my thighs awakened...my mind in the gutter again, he didn't mean it that way! Or did he? Either way, I didn't have plans. "I...yeah. I'm free as the wind." Oh my goodness, now was not the time to say ridiculous things...but I always said silly things, that's who I was...so... He laughed though, "Spectacular. Well, what should we get then?" Now I laughed...'we'...I had to just put the brakes on, and relax. For heavens sakes! The last thing I needed was caffeine. "Hmmm....I have no idea. What are you in the mood for?" He smirked at me, "I don't think I'm gonna find that on your list, but I'm liking the sound of drinking Botticelli, so I'll settle with that...for now." "Okay then," I half laughed, "how do you want it?" He shrugged, "Black." "Black? I thought you wanted something with a bang. It's pretty amazing with chocolate." "Ah, what the hell...blast it with chocolate." "To go?" "Yea. But I am gonna watch you close up first, if you don't mind." "Oh, are you?" He nodded, "Well, okay. It's not very exciting...but no, I don't mind." "I beg to differ...so, what are you getting for yourself?" "I really don't need any more caffeine today. I'll be up all night." "That doesn't sound so bad, especially if you have something to occupy yourself with...but, get something without then. I don't want to drink this alone." "Well, you will be if you drink it while I'm cleaning up," I laughed, handing him his coffee. "I'll wait then. What's your favorite here?" "Mint tea...or green tea with ginger and lemon." "Awesome...alright, well get yourself whatever. I'll pay, and in return you can give me your opinion." "My opinion...right. What exactly do you need my opinion on?" He smiled wide, "You'll see." I left it at that, and went to closing up, double time. That didn't stop my mind from racing through what it could be though. When I was finished, I felt a bit strange...what was gonna happen now? "Well, that's it," I said, removing my apron and slowly making my way around the counter. I saw that he really had waited to try the Botticelli,"You're gonna wish you drank that when it was hot." "I'll heat it back up," he smirked. "It's still warm though," he mentioned, and then rose for the door. "It's much better fresh." I teased, following close behind. He looked back with a smile, "Well, next time you have to get me another." "Unless you don't like it," I smiled back. "Oh, I know I will." He said a bit...seductively. Adam surely seemed to be in a randy mood...and he was stoking my hunger. Plus, it didn't help that I kept reading his words differently then they were meant...or was I? The air was perfect outside! While fresh air might calm others down, it sparked me. The sweet undertone of warmth in the breeze, and that summer scent was almost like an aphrodisiac. I found AJ watching me when I turned from the locked doors. The little ember between my thighs caught, and spread through me like a wildfire. "All set," I said quickly, before breathing deep, as my heart pumped faster. "Good, let's go then." I hesitated for a moment, should I really be tramping around at this hour...with him? I had no idea what was going through his mind...I'm sure he was harmless though. And if it was what I thought, what I wanted, then great! Even if not, it would be wonderful...but still..."Where to exactly?" "My place. I've been working on something, and I could really use another pair of eyes. But I don't really know anyone here yet, and I like the way you think." "Really?" He actually wanted my opinion, over anyone else. Well, only cause he apparently didn't know anyone else. Though, he did seem to interact with me the most of all the girls in the shop, now that I thought about it. Why hadn't I seen it before? But me, of all people...I was oh so thankful though, so don't get me wrong. Just a bit in shock I guess. "You should get out more," I laughed, "but I'm more then happy to help...if I can." "Oh, you can. I have no doubt about that. I just hope you will." How could I not help him? An opinion, for some time with him...I'd wanted to be in his presence for ages! You can just imagine how I felt about being invited into his space! We climbed three flights of stairs before reaching his floor. He unlocked the door, and ushered me in. The woodwork was spectacular, and the walls interesting colors. Some with half finished, or infantile murals. There was color, and interest everywhere I turned. He had model planes hanging from parts of the ceiling, cars and trucks on shelves and tables. Books, pencils, brushes, drawings, and yes...paints. Where the dining table might be for another, there was a large easel on a messy tarp, a stool, and a blinding lamp that he had left on. I was unable to see what was painted on the canvas. It faced away from me, as if shy. But I was the shy one at this point. I knew nothing of art, past looking at it. How could I give an opinion, beyond, 'it's wonderful'. Maybe that's all he wanted to hear though, just some support. Or perhaps an ordinary opinion, one that would not scrutinize in the realms of artistic correctness... "Sorry for the mess." He grimaced a little, and then smiled. "Oh no, it's a beautiful mess. It's...I like it. Don't worry." I was so nervous, and excited...I could barely talk straight. "Well, that's something I've never heard before," he chuckled. "It is though. It's more then any ordinary mess, ya know? It's passion, creativity, effort." "I like that... a passionate, beautiful mess." He smiled, now admiring his space. "Yeah, that's how I've come to accept my own," I laughed, "but yours is much more appealing. It's interesting, and welcoming." "I knew you would be open minded," He beamed at me, "Which is why, now...I think you can give me what I need." My face must have altered in the way of shock. "My painting, I mean," he smiled. "Oh, right...of course." I half laughed with embarrassment. He was so disarming at times. Motioning for me to go to the canvas, I did so. He followed slowly behind, and watched me in his world. And I was so happy to be welcomed into it, even if only for a moment. "Oh, wow!" I gasped, not knowing what to expect, but never expecting such as this. "It's not finished yet." "I know. That's what I thought you could help me with." It was a ghostly harbor, war planes from different eras in the sky. An empty, unfinished bench, and a myriad of other meaningful things, that touched you regardless of their true significance. I took it all in. The pencil lines begging for paint, the abstract beauty of the half started sky, and the blank bench that awaiting perfection. He was an amazing artist, I could only imagine what his finished pieces looked like, and I hoped I'd get to see. "Your painting, it's very touching, even unfinished...but I don't know how I could possibly help you." "Well...there is a way." He came closer now, staring at his work. "See the empty bench? It's not meant to be empty. I can't start painting until I fill it, which is why it's incomplete, and I'm dying to work on it." I still wasn't exactly sure how I could help. "Oh, but still..." he interrupted. "How would you feel about posing for the woman on the bench?" "Me?" I gasped in shock, "I...well, I'm no model for a painting." I half laughed in disbelief. "You are to me. You have the perfect face, It's exactly what I want. I've been meaning to ask you about this for some time, but I always lost my nerve." "What?" I laughed. He had wanted to ask me for some time? That means he'd been thinking about me! "I'll do it for you, but my face is far from perfect." He came straight for me, and gently gripped my face. Scrutinizing my features for a long moment, before whispering, "Perfect." When I didn't protest, he kissed me. A heat bubbled through me as a life force of it's own, and he let me loose just as it started to go further then a harmless peck. "I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, and turned away from me, looking back at the empty bench. "No...thank you," I fumbled, "don't be sorry...and I would be honored to appear in your painting." "Thank you?" He smiled in amusement, "Is that what you say to all the guys?" "Wha..." I beamed. "No." Then a blush flooded my cheeks. He came back to me, hovering close. "There's one more thing about the painting," he barely whispered. "What would that be?" I whispered back. "It's the hard part...for you...and I don't really want to ask it of you." "What, you want me to pose nude or something?" I joked, but when he studied me expressionless, I realized it was actually true. "Really?" I swallowed hard, and he finally smiled at my shock. "You don't have to. I just want you to realize my vision before you truly agree." He paused a moment before explaining further. "She represents all of the women who wait, who are without. Her nakedness shows her vulnerability, and how, in a crowded place, she still feels all alone. She is not as strong as she seems. Her strength is a front, and her clothes represent the mask that she hides behind. So, by being naked, she tells the world that this is who she is." He paused again, and I smiled silently. "There will be a few other men and woman in the scene, going about their daily lives. I would want all the women to have your face, and the men will have mine." "That's beautiful, Adam." "Just a bit less beautiful then you are," he joked, "and that's why I thought you would be perfect. You are also interesting, and hard working from what I see. I don't just want a pretty face, I want it to mean something. I like my work to be stories in their own way. Even if it's only for myself." Goodness, he wanted me to be apart of his stories...and he had actually noticed me! "I've never...it's just so funny. My being naked, that is." "I highly doubt that, but I'm at least happy to know you like it." "I didn't say I wouldn't do it. I will." My blush deepened, as did my crush. I'm not really sure what I was thinking, but I just wanted to do it for some strange reason. "Do you want to see me now? Study me for when I sit for you?" I played with him, seeing which direction it would take me, as he had kissed me on his own accord. He smiled lightly, walked to the windows, and pulled the shades down. "Is that a yes then?" I asked. "If you need such a formality," he jested, "then yes." After the shades, he shifted the light to a spot in front of his cozy couch, grabbed a pad and pencil, then sat. "Alright Ms. Harris, show me your canvas." What a charming art nerd. At least I didn't have to worry about my occasional cheezy language around him. I stepped into the stream of light, stood there motionless for a moment. I was a little plain, but in a good way I guess. I did have a nice body though, it was true. Perky breasts...hourglass frame. My ass was a bit on the large side, but it was statuesque at least. I'd rather have bigger tits, but I really couldn't complain. He stared at me without a word, sketching away on his little pad. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to mess him up. I had no idea how this sort of thing worked. "Go on, take something off now." He told me, flipping the page to a new one. I went with my shirt first. It was an olive green polo with the cafe emblem on the chest, my bra was black lace. "Okay," he said, "stay just like that for a moment. I'll tell you when to move." He smirked...I was at the mercy of an artist and his pencil, and I enjoyed it. This was like a game, an exciting game, and it made my heart race. I got to stare at him just as much, which was a lovely bonus. He drew a sketch, step by step of me undressing, until I was completely naked. At that point, Adam had me stand front, side, and rear. On these ones, he spent the most time. But by then, I didn't even care. I was a nudist by nature, so being naked wasn't the problem...it was being bared in front of a person that quivered my spine. Adam shivered me in the best of ways though, and I gave into it. Savored it. Time meant nothing to him, it seemed. It felt like I had been standing there for ages. Then, with a sigh and look over of my naked images before him, he was finished. "Alright then," he cleared his throat, "very nice. Now, you can either get dressed, or come sit by me, just how you are. The choice is yours." I picked up my clothing, but didn't make a move just yet. "Do you have someplace to be in the morning?" He asked, looking around at the clock on the wall. Almost 1am. I'd been standing there for roughly two hours. It had gone by a lot faster then is sounded though. "Ummm...no. I'm actually off tomorrow." "Oh, well would you consider staying the night? You can have my bed, and I'll sleep on the couch. I can paint you in tomorrow." He paused in thought a moment, "or I can walk you home if you'd like, and you can come back tomorrow...or some other day." He was getting nervous. Probably because I hadn't moved, or said much. So I went and sat beside him, just how I was. "I'll stay," I reassured him, and he smiled. "So, now that you know my complete anatomy, there's not much left to do, is there?" I joked. "Well, you haven't studied mine yet. You could have a go at drawing me," he chuckled. I laughed, "Goodness, that would be terrible." "Well, I'll just show you then." He announced boldly, and began removing his clothes. I almost didn't want to look, but how could I not? Especially when he was offering. Adam had a very nice body...very nice. His clothes hid everything. Once completely bared, he took my hands in his, pulling me up in front of him. I never would have thought, in a million years, that this would happen to me. Never even thought I'd get to talk to this man outside of work...and yet, here we were...naked, together. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, and yet, it almost felt like it was. Without a word, Adam guided me through the hallway, past the door we came in, and into his... lair. His bed. It was unmade, and just as spectacular as everything else. I rarely ever made my own bed, so it reminded me of home...only better. He turned towards me at the foot of the bed to taste my mouth. Pulling me tighter, I could feel his semi hard-on against my thigh. As my sexual storm was now evident, I went into panic mode. My thoughts getting the better of me, instead of enjoying the situation I had always thought about, and it was far more interesting then I could ever imagine. Summer Cravings: Sarah and Adam Was this just a way to get me in the mood for sitting naked for him? I had already agreed, it couldn't be. Why did he need me to sit for him anyway? Did he just want to have a go with me...or was it more then that? I couldn't tell. He had seemed to be sex minded since he came into the shop, or was I? Well, I knew I was. Was his sole intention to have sex with me? And so what if it was, it wasn't like I didn't want it. Had he planned this? Oh, for fucks sake, I was thinking too much, I had to just enjoy myself! I pulled away from his amazing lips a moment, "Sorry, could I use the bathroom?" "Of course," he smiled, "it's the first door out of here." The last thing I wanted to do was leave him now, but I had to gather myself up. Why was I thinking so much? It was beyond me, I mean goodness, just go with the flow. I always prided myself on that, and here I was acting a fool. I slapped myself around, washed my hands for the heck of it, and returned to him. "Sorry." "For what?" He asked, sunken into blankets and pillows. He patted the empty space next to him when I hesitated. Once there, he pulled me to him. "So, I suppose you won't be sleeping on the couch?" I asked. What a stupid, awkward question! Mortifying, and probably thee most idiotic thing I've ever said. Obviously I didn't want him to go, but it just came out all wrong. It was too late to take it back though. He had to think me strange. "Do you want me to?" He laughed. "No....of course not. Even if I didn't want to sleep with you, I'd feel bad taking your bed." "You want to sleep with me, huh? For how long now?" Lord have mercy...I was speechless..."Ummm....I don't know exactly," I laughed. "I'm just messing with you. I am glad I was right about you though, or else I'd feel extremely foolish right now." "Well, I'm almost positive we'd be in a completely different situation right now if you were wrong. I wouldn't have gotten naked for you at all...for the sake of art or not...and there's no need to worry about acting foolish around me. I'm the ultimate fool...queen of the fools," I laughed. "Can I be the king?" "You can." I smirked, and he kissed me. Adam kissed me all over. He dissected me like one of his sketches, tracing over every inch. I returned the gestures, and I loved touching him. I loved him touching me! I don't think I've ever felt so...completed before. Though, I can't recall being handled exactly like that, ever. He was completely different then anyone I'd ever been with. We were like two vines intertwining and weaving in and out of one another, in a provocative knot of skin. Our movements were natural, and exciting. We were an even scale...a...let me brake it down a bit differently... I savored his full mouth in that kiss, nipping and sucking his lips and tongue, and him mine. Then deeper...fierce. Our skin meshed together as he pressed against me, and I wrapped around him. His cock of velvet covered steel met firm against my mow hawked pussy. Then we began to vocalize. His deep throaty hums were driving me crazy, it made me so wet with want, I couldn't help but return them. They flowed from me, and into him. That's when he made his move. Down to my peaked nipples, rosy and in need of the fervent attention he gave. Adam was skilled in more ways then one. Moving down he took his time between my thighs, starting at the knee. It was a slow and deliberate torture that sent shivers of electricity through me, and I couldn't help but hum with excitement. He kissed every inch of me before going anywhere near my pussy, and when his lips finally brushed against me, the pleasure was almost too much. I gasped with the wave that was about to overtake me, and he went deeper, and I moaned louder. He sucked on my clit, and I was thrown over the edge of a volcanic orgasm. He didn't stop there though, Adam kept me cumming into a second climax with his lips, tongue, and fingers. He came back up to me then, and whispered, "your pussy is so sweet." The words rippled through me, and I kissed his lips, tasting myself. "I know," I laughed. "Do you taste yourself often?" He asked, his fingers grazing over me again. "Yes. Almost every night." He touched my lips with sticky fingers, and I sucked them in. "What about cock?" He asked, pulling his fingers from my hot mouth. I let out a laugh, "Not in a long time." "Are you in need then?" "Yes...very badly." "Mmmm...good," he said, putting his fingers back to my lips, and I sucked on them while he watched my eyes. "You've made me so hard tonight. Would you like to suck on my cock like that now? Or, do you want me to fuck you first?" Without a word, I shifted, and he moved with me, lying back. Straddling him now, I kissed his neck first, and pressed myself against him. I loved the way he groaned for me, and I kept going, pulling lightly on his nipples with my teeth before moving on. Down past his navel, to the base of his cock. Slowly, kissing him up to the tip, swirling my tongue around him, taking him in, experimenting with what made him tick. His pre-cum wet my lips, and I gripped him to start a steady rhythm, building up and up until he told me to wait, and called me to him.... "That was very nice," he breathed, "but I want to fuck you before I cum. You want me to fuck you, right?" He asked, kissing my lips, and cheeks. "Yes," I answered, and positioned myself above his waiting cock. I hovered a moment, and locked in his gaze, we smirked at each other. "Do it," he laughed at me, and so I did. I impaled myself on his cock, deep inside me. It felt so good. I circulated my hips around him, and in me. Strong movements, unbelievable satisfaction. He gripped my waist, pulling himself deeper into me, matching my rhythm. I began to whimper with the onslaught of pleasure. "Do you like my cock, Sarah?" Fuck, he said my name..."Yes." "Your pussy is so tight. I wanna fuck you harder, do you want me to?" I moaned a yes, and keeping together, he rolled on top of me, pressing deeper into me, so deep that it was almost unimaginable. It was a fulfilling pressure that I had never knew existed. An awakening, and I begged him for more. Every other fucking I'd ever had was nothing compared to this. They were drowned out with thoughts of Adam, like inked paper caught in the rain. I cried out loud with the flood of my orgasm, and it washed over him now as well. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum. In your mouth? Yea," he answered his own question, "In your mouth." He pulled from me, and I parted my lips for the overflow of his cum. He came as soon as my tongue touched him, throwing his head back, jerking himself to a finish into my mouth. Adam gripped my face as soon as he calmed, and tasted my lips and tongue, pulling me to the bed in his arms. He kissed me as forcefully as he had fucked me, and I melted into him, evaporating into the world of Adam. I even failed to notice when we fell asleep, and who went first. But I soon found that AJ was the first awake. He was the first thing I saw, and we were still naked. Sitting close, with a pad and pencil, staring at me. Sketching me. All I could do was smile. "Good morning," he said, concentration intact as he finished whatever he was working on. "What time is it?" I asked. "It's about time I kissed you," he smirked, tossing his pad and pencil aside. "Gosh, it's that time already?" I played back, wrapping myself around his neck as he came to me. "It is. Are you excited?" "Ecstatic...please!" I jested dramatically, "Do not keep me waiting any long..." and his lips were upon me before I could finish. "I've been waiting for you," he stated between kisses, "but I didn't want to wake you." "How sweet, but you could have." "Maybe next time I will then." He smirked. Next time..."next time?" I laughed. "Was I no good?" He mocked distress, "I knew it...I knew it...damn." He changed back quickly into a smile, "Yes. Next time." "When might that be?" Adam kissed my forehead, "Whenever you want." Really? Wow...this was just wow! Whenever I wanted, whenever. Is this like...no, I wasn't going to ask. It didn't really matter just yet. "What are you thinking?" He broke me from my thoughts, watching me closely. "I...I'm just wondering what this means. I don't want to think on it too much, and I feel weird even saying anything. I'm sorry." "Why are you sorry all the time? You didn't do anything." He brushed a lone piece of hair back in place, "It means I want you around...but only if you want. You don't have to come back ever. You don't even have to sit for me, if you'd rather not. I would understand" "I'm sorry...I don't know why I say that all the time," I laughed. "I'm actually extremely glad you'd like to have me around. And I do want to come back, a lot...and I do want to sit for you." He stared at me for a long moment with a fixed smile on his face. It felt a bit awkward, and I looked away with a little laugh. "Why do you look away?" He smirked, shifting to regain eye contact, "Do I make you nervous?" He asked, between kissing my cheek. "You have no idea," I answered, then kissed lightly his lips, and he deepened it. "Don't be." He whispered, moving over me, hands and lips everywhere. I began to tingle when he jumped up quickly, "No, no..." he laughed, "we can't get into anything just yet, or I won't let you out of the bed." "Sounds good to me," I smirked, sitting up to touch him. "It sounds fantastic, but I'll never get you painted in if we stay in bed." "Are you going somewhere? I have no where to be, so we have all day...and night even." "Really? You're gonna stay with me again? Don't you have work?" "Unless you don't want me to. Work's right across the street. I can still go to work, " I laughed. He didn't say anything... "Alright, let's get me painted in then," I suggested, moving from the bed. Adam grabbed my wrist, and turned me back to him, "wait just a minute." He stared at me in silence a second, then kissed me, moving down my jaw to my ear, "I want you to stay," he whispered. "I'll walk you home later so you can get some things." Things? I began to think how long he wanted me to actually stay...I mean...then my body took over my mind, filling me with pleasure. He had me in his arms, sat on the edge of the bed, and I moved with him. Now sitting on his lap, I could feel Adam's excitement, and I kissed him deeply, forcing him to lay back. His hard-on grew beneath me, his groans feeding into me. Then, in a heat of ecstasy he sat quickly, holding tight to turn me under him. Kneeling on the edge of the bed between my thighs, Adam touched and kissed me like a beast devouring his prey, and I was taken over...He settled in my neck, whispering..."I wanna fuck you so bad. You drive me crazy, all the time...you have no idea." "I do!" I breathed..."I know it too!" He groaned, "can I fuck you?" "You don't have to ask me....please." "Now?" he was driving me crazy, teasing me beyond control. "Fuck me...fuck me, yes! Now, now... please, don't ask...just do it..." I cried and whimpered. "Do it," I whispered again. He wanted me to beg, Adam knew exactly what he was doing. He moved into me with force then. I was so wet, it felt so damn good. Starting a hard rythymn, slow and forceful, he kissed my breasts, neck, lips. Pushing the full weight of his hips into me, he propped himself above my chest, watching my eyes while fucking me deep. I kept begging him, and egging him to keep going. He held back nothing, but kept his rythym, building my orgasm like a monument, slow and precise. He kissed me, and fucked me, and touched me. I didn't want it to end. My moans became fierce as I was pushed further and further to the edge. His stamina was baffling, and he began to move into me faster, and faster. "Cum for me, Sarah" he told me. I told him not to stop. "Not until you come," he answered. And it was on it's way, it was cumming...my eyes filled with the pleausre. He amazed me. His growling groans sent me over the edge, and I finished hard, with him deep inside me. Just barely from me he came, smothering my pussy lips with his cum, nicking at the receding bits of my orgasm. Our breaths were heavy, and replenishing as he dropped to his side to lay beside me. I bathed in the euphoric soacked silence, and a symphony of my heart beat, accompanied by Adam's breathing. We let time pass, and just when my soul began to settle, thinking he had fallen asleep, Adam shot up. He had fallen asleep though, his eyes showed it, as he blinked to wake himself. "It's time," Adam stated calmy, rising from the bed. He went into a drawer and grabbed paint speckeled jean shorts. "You my dear, have no need for clothing," he smirked, and I watched his naked form dissapear into the bathroom. I could really use a shower...wondering if he'd object for some reason, I waited quietly in the hallway. He was a bit startled upon emmerging, "You okay?" He looked refreshed, and I felt a bit...dirty. "Yes, I was just wondering...could I shower before being painted?" "Darn, I wouldn't have gotten dressed," he joked, then continued normally, "yes, you certainly can. Just, don't wet your hair, it looks perfect." He grabbed my cheeks together with one strong hand, smooshing my lips together to kissed me quickly."I'm gonna go set up. Towels are under the sink." When I looked in the mirror, I thought he must be blind...although he hadn't been wearing his glasses, so perhaps he wasn't seeing clearly. I laughed at myself, something had to be done about this, but he did say to leave it...he couldn't mean that. I showered quickly, finger brushed my hair, and wrapped myself in a towel. My nerves were tingling a bit, it didn't make much sense as he was quite aware of me now. But, I don't think it was that...no, it deffinitely wasn't. It was more of being painted that made me nervous. I wondered how he would make me look. It was strange, and yet exciting at the same time. "Ah, my muse," he jested as I entered the room. I could see he had set an armless chair for me to sit in. A few of the shades were up, streaming in light, and the lamp was set to cast a shadow. I slowly made my way to him, and things started to sink in. Adam was obviously able to draw the human form without reference, as he had quite a few sketched on his walls, as I could make them out clearly now in the light of day. Unless of course he invited women to pose for him often. And there were already some background people sketched into his painting. Why did he really need me to sit for him? Of course I was happy to be here, but I felt as though I had been...tricked maybe? But I wasn't, I wanted to be here, so why did I feel that way? "Sarah, are you sure you're alright?" He asked, breaking me from my thoughts, and my awkward stillness. "Yes. I was just...can I ask you a question?" I quiered nervously. "Ask away." "Adam...clearly you are a gifted artist. You have a way with the human body," I said, motioning to the naked people that danced acrossed his walls. "Why do you need me to sit for you, when you could easily finish it without me, or anyone." He had listened intently, before smirking, eyes closed behind his frames when I finished. "That is true. I could easily draw anything I wanted on that bench. Any woman, any face, any shape...but I wanted yours specifically. It is different going from memory. It would look good, it would be realistic...but not real, for me." He paused a moment, took a breath, and continued. "I told you, you don't have to sit for me. But you did say, more then once, that you wanted to." He rose, and came close, "I thought you wanted to." "I do..." I answered low, a bit embarressed. "What's the problem then?" He wrapped his arms around me, "I'd still want you around, even if you felt uncomfrtable with being naked in my painting." "I'm sorry. I just got nervous." "I'm nervous too, Sarah," he replied, and with my look of confusion he continued. "It was deadly for me to even ask you here. I thought you might think me...perverted to want to paint you naked. But I think you understand that it's more then a naked woman." I nodded, and he kept going, "It was hard for me to get up the courage to even ask you here, because I didn't want to ruin your view of me. I feared that you wouldn't want to talk to me anymore, if you completely hated the idea." "No, I love your idea...I do. And I'm flattered that you wanted me...specifically," and I laughed, "and I don't think you're perverted. I don't think you realize how eccstatic I was when you asked me to come here, at all." "Well, I thought so. I mean, you seemed receptive...but you keep acting so weird," he laughed. "It confused me, and then I felt stupid. I mean, we had sex...twice now. Good sex too, I mean...I thought so anyway. And I hoped that would calm you down, but you seemed a bit worse after." Goodness...I felt so bad now. The poor guy. "I'm so sorry," I winced in embarrasment. "I promise I won't act weird anymore...at least, I'll try. I just...get so nervous around you, and I don't know why." "Alright...well, just be yourself, and I'll be mine, and we can...I don't know," he smirked, removing his glasses to rub his eyes. "Okay, just relax. Don't start acting like me," I laughed. "Let's get me set up. You can paint me in, and we'll go from there." "Sounds good," he sighed in relief. Knowing his feelings for me, I loosened up a whole lot. It was just as much a relief for me, as it was for him, and things were much, much smoother after that. We really do enjoy eachother's company. I go over to his place quite often, and he still comes into the cafe everyday. His painting, 'The Woman on the Bench', as he decided to name it, was quite breathtaking when finished. Adam uses me in his art often now, and I love it just as much as he does. And I won't go suspecting anything just yet, but I do believe this is much more then any ordinary summer fling. I'll be keeping my fingers crossed, and my mind open. Regardless of what the future holds, I will never forget Adam James Patterson.