39 comments/ 204447 views/ 63 favorites When Sara Says No By: youbadboy This story is an assemblage of True Stories compiled into a delicious fantasy. Please let me know what you think, and share share share what you thought, ideas. Confess. Your responses are the reason I write. Thanks. * I am chatting with Sara tonight. No one is home but I am sitting in the bathroom in my robe with my laptop, the door closed and locked. A necessary precaution, considering Sara is my daughter who is in her second year in college. It's all innocent stuff, fun really. We started emailing when she started college this year cause we missed each other. Then she showed me how to chat. I must say, there's something about the anonymity of the internet. Sara: hahaha. No. This is how I think the process goes now. The first 'no' is just a way to politely acknowledge the offer. It's almost, thank you for asking to fuck me. Me: Polite? Sara: Hmmm. The second 'no' means I'm thinking about it. Considering the alternatives, maybe give head but nothing else. But regardless of which way I'm leaning, I can't appear too eager. Me: But what about just falling into bed with the boys? Sara: You mean Hooking up? Me: Yeah. Sara: I'm talking about a boyfriend girlfriend thing here. Or the possibility of. Sara: I have one friend who had a one night stand, hooking up, but THEN they started talking. Talked two hours. They're still together. Very rare. Sara: But back to the subject at hand. Third 'no,' if it is a no, just means 'no.' Me: So three's the magic number. Three. Sara: Pretty much. The process goes no. no. oh, yes, right lets fuck. Me: Well, since you've asked three times Sara: Hahahaha Me: And after the third no..... Sara: If it is a no then I guess you are breaking up. Me: So sex after two no's Sara: Pretty much. Sara: If after a third 'no' you ask a fourth time, you're just being obnoxious and pushy. I already told you no! Geez, can't you take no for an answer! Sara: But if you stop after just one no, well that's just rude. Sara: You didn't want my nasty that bad. Ha! It's a snub. Just means the offer was made out of politeness on the offering party's part. And, well, he really doesn't want you to take up on the offer anyway. Me: I never thought of asking someone for sex as being polite. Me: You should be a lawyer. Sara: Ha!! Sara: Where are you? Me: In the bathroom. Sara: Hahah. Again! Why you hiding?? Me: I don't know. Sara: In your robe? Sara: Daddy hard? Sara: You think we being naughty or something?? I sat there looking at the screen. I still had my socks on. I felt hot. My cock was stiffening under my robe. I didn't know the answer to that one. It was innocent. Innocent. That's what I kept telling myself.... And That's what I wrote. Me: Innocent. Sara: *Blush* Sara: Now. You want to ask me for anything? Me: You going to say no? Sara: At least twice. ******************* I am fifty years old, married when I was twenty (they tell me that is too early now) and had Sara when I was thirty. Still married. We're a happy family. I was probably a little too religious, and I probably drank a little too much, but I'm better now. I would describe my life as normal and nothing, NOTHING could have prepared me for what is happening right now in my life. I'm getting older and sit at my desk staring at a piece of paper that gets increasingly important. My lab results: TC 4,3 mmol/l, LDL 2,7 mmol/l, HDL 1,2 mmol/l and Hb 133 g/l. I confess that I am surprised that I'm in as good shape as the results indicate. My blood-pressure was 125/75 mmHg, too. Amazing considering I don't take care of myself. My life has been charmed, and continues to be. I'm waiting for Sara again, in my office. She wants to chat. But, really, I need to back up a bit. After Sara went to college - her first year - I missed her terribly. She came home every month or nearly so, came home for holidays. But I could not believe that part of my life was OVER. The truly best years of my life. We were close, so very close. The summer passed quickly, she stayed at home working, saving money for her Sophomore year. And suddenly it was fall, that western breeze, that slight cooling in the evening, slant in the sunlight. When she left this time, she gave me something. Her email address with a scribbled note, "Write me. Often. I'll miss you! Love Sara." That was 'our' beginning. Our missives began like laundry lists, weather, daily tasks, stuff we got, who was doing what in the family. It was nothing, simple, a point of contact - and I loved it. She was there! On the other side of this glass thread. But time provided a slow and steady shift which was imperceptible to me. I believe I stopped being her father, and she stopped being my daughter. We became something that was hidden, inside us. We shared a part of us NO ONE gets to see. The lull of the web, the anonymity, the silence of it. I created a completely separate email address that I provided to her. An address that was for OUR correspondence only. Secret. Then, she did the same for me. The secret alone should have been a clue. But as I said the changes had been so imperceptible. Like the suns rise. Looking up at any moment and you cannot see any movement, the sun hangs stationary in a clear blue sky, but then it is noon and the sun is overhead, and then the slanting shadows....and it is night. I do remember the email which began it all though. It had the usual chatter of the day, moments, weather, schedules. But then... 'My roommates are such slobs. I can't believe I am living in such squalor. Which is really quite amazing because believe me, they could be spending more time in their own beds. Sara' I bit. I honestly did not know what she meant. I emailed back a simple question that evening related to what she meant, and when I rose next morning received this reply: 'Boys' dad. Boys. This place is a brothel, a pen in a zoo. A petting zoo. I'm not like these people dad. At least I don't think I am. But, I went out tonight and I have story - for you. There's this hotel nearby with a bar. And.....Yes. Yes. I admit I have an ID, a fake ID. I didn't seek it out, but they float around here like fireflies. I was given one. But that's not the point. I shouldn't even be telling you this. I'm a bit drunk. I went out. Within thirty minutes Emily and I were already weaving in their chairs, dizzily drunk, giggling, when a pair of nice older gentlemen showed up, ready to buy us drinks in the lounge. Imagine that! We had a bit of conversation about whatnot ... how everyone's day had gone and hints about where the night may be going. *teehehehehe* These gentlemen were from New York. They were giving a seminar, something, investment banking blah blah blah. Alone. They were dressed well and clearly refined and articulate and funny. It wasn't long after that we were both on our backs in their shared room with our legs in the air. I think we did a pretty good job. I could see Emily the whole time. It was surreal watching her, like seeing myself. We would look over and smile at each other. I had John, I must say he certainly enjoyed the courtesies of my mouth.' I was feeling myself getting aroused as I read. 'As I lay on my back I began to kiss him, and then kiss his neck and chest, lay him back and kissed his arms, lick his fingers. He had a wedding ring, and then back up his arm and down his sweet enlarged belly. I slid my body against him, pulled his cock in my mouth and he came so quickly! And the amazing thing, what a turn-on, that this man was used by another woman. That he would go back to HER, and in some way I would be there too. Would he think of me as she cooed in his ear? John said his wife is shrewish, selfish and always complaining. He was lying for my sake, she was probably wonderful, I didn't care. They'd been married for a long time, didn't have children. Blah blah blah. He was seducing me, could he call? Why? He would be gone tomorrow. Oh....the poor poor man. As he was talking, I managed to bring him to arousal again with my hand, and had another little romp....Then I gave him a big wet kiss, let him play with my open mouth, and we snuggled awhile saying lovely things, until - here I am. Don't know why I'm sharing. Wait. I can hear Emily now. She's going around asking if anyone wants to go dancing. She's prancing room to room in her underwear. It's one in the morning. Just a sec..... I just told her no. She has that freshly fucked look, OUR secret. I'm tired. I'm drunk. I'm just going to hit SEND and not think about what I wrote. Can't remember anyway. You want to know everything about me. So, I miss you Sara' ************** This email I read over and over and over. Don't know exactly why and aside from my initial warnings, of 'Be Careful' 'You shouldn't' etc. our conversations began to focus more and more on this side of her - our - life. The secrets, hidden places. Gradually becoming a confessional. Sara asked me a question once shortly after her email, asking if I ever cheated on Annie - my wife, her mother. I ignored the question (even though she did not). However, her missives raised distant memories, my thoughts went back and back, to the stupidity that is being twenty. How do we survive it? I would sit in my study, in my office - remembering. She also emailed me about wanting to chat, that it is all so much more immediate, more fun, and had set up a chat account for herself, would I too? I said yes, and she sent me some software. Well, after some software installation, settings, phone calls, many giggling fits, and me being called a Luddite, we were chatting. The chats took the same direction our emails had, only more quickly. I have to defend myself here. It's what happens, it's the medium. This screen that can talk back to you, just a blinking cursor, anonymous, silent, alone-not-alone, teasing out your thoughts, your hidden-self. Your secrets. Like Being drunk, not knowing when to stop. ************* Add to that this game we took to, while chatting. Each of us would sit with a bottle of wine, or a bottle of vodka, or Rum, or whatever was left in the house, and starting out stone sober we would chat, while gradually take shots, or slurps and gradually inexorably become drunk. Why not blend one addiction with another? Terrible really, but it's what we did. My confession. We were discussing, drunkly, her visit home; and I remember commenting how weird it would be to see her now. Sara: Why? Me: After everything we've shared, everything we talk about now. The things I know now about you. You don't seem like Sara on this thing. Sara: No?? What do you mean:( Me: No. Yes. Sara: Hahaha. Me: You do, I mean. I don't know. Sara: I know what you mean. Is this really you? Can't see you, touch you, hear you? Just words on a screen. You could be some slobbering eighty-year-old with a tobacco stain running down your shirt. Me: Or a fifty-year-old drunk with wine stains on my pants Sara: Hahaha. Well, that's true! Me: Or a letch. Sara: My letch. Me: No. No. Sara: Hey, tell you what. I want PROOF you are who you say you are. Me: What? Sara: Well we don't know do we. I'm coming home right? Me: Yes. Sara: I want you to do something when I get home. Me: What? *I could feel my heart rise in my throat. Sara: Prove it's you. And we won't SAY anything. Sara: When I come near you. Just once. I want you to put your hand right at the small of my back. Hold me there. *I stared at the screen. Sara: Can you do that? Sara: Dad? Me: Yes. Sara: It's my favorite place. To be touched;) Sara: I love to be touched there. Sara: Now you know another secret about me. Sara: Well! One of my many favorite places. Hehehe. Me: You're terrible. Sara: Will you do it? Me: Ok. Sara: You want anything? Me: What? Sara: Me to do anything? To prove it's me. Me: Ummmm Sara: Its only fair *blush* Sara: Sometime this weekend, anytime you choose. Anything? Me: You sure. Me: Anything? Sara: Well. Yes. Me: Let me see your panties? Sara: My panties? Sara: You mean like on me!!!!! See my panties!!!!!!!! Me: Yes. Sara: OMG Me: You don't have to. Sara: Only once. Me: Once. Sara: *giggle* K. ************* When Sara came home, I didn't know where to look. She was the same person, walking down the driveway, arms out calling, "Daddy!" But I was red, blushing red. The unspoken world around us was there, Palpable. I could see she felt it too. As I squeezed her and she pressed herself to me, this moment of....un-spokeness. By the way she smiled, her self-consciousness in that moment. I remember going into the living room and sitting in my old chair. Thinking. Thinking, 'This has to stop.' But that being the last thing I wanted. And knowing, I could not stop. We watched TV. Mom was home all night. It was such a wonderful dinner, catching up, telling stories. That evening before turning in myself, I wanted to go into her room, but didn't. What would I say? That was not an unusual thing for me to do at all. We were changing. Our casualness, warmth, it was all there, but with another piece or place, somewhere else. Hidden. Not here. Not anywhere at all. Our thoughts, our invisible selves. Lost. I padded past her door that night, and into my room. And then.... The proof. That it WAS us. It was so odd because that is all I could think about, and I am SURE that was all she could think about. From the moment she arrived, from the moment I opened my eyes that morning. Yet we said nothing, eyeing the other like a pair of chess pieces, unsure of our next move. I didn't want to 'do' it right away, wanted to feel the pensive wait, the anticipation. Enjoy the adrenaline. I would close my eyes, imagining my hand at the small of her back - her favorite place. That I knew that all by itself was amazing. And so I waited. That morning she came downstairs in a white halter top, midriff showing. Not unusual, it was a warm day. Knowing what she knew though, her eyes on me as she walked into the kitchen. Her low shorts, long blonde hair already combed out, her perfect eyes, that smile, white teeth. I went up behind her as I stood by the fridge, and like one in a dream, lay the flat of my hand at the small of her back, curled my fingers and so softly caressed her bare skin. Her eyes lit up, she stiffened stood straight up, she smiled, turned to me, looked into my eyes, deeply, almost laughed. Mom was reading the paper, with toast and hot coffee. Nothing happening in this world we see, but.... She said, "Want some?" I still had my hand on her back stroking her, touching the line of her shorts, embarrassed at her words - what they could be construed to mean. Proof. "Yes, yes." She held out a cup full of hot coffee and I took my hand away. I had done it. Could hear her sigh as I did, and then I stepped away, walked over to the table and sat down. Me: "What are you going to do today?" She: "Nothing Nothing at all. No homework. I just need to rest." Mom: "We could go shopping sometime. I think there may be some things you need." She: "Yes. Yes. That would be great." ************* In the afternoon, Sara went to shower. She had been out, and it was a hot day. She liked to walk. I was working on papers, piles and piles strewn about the dining room table. She and Annie were going to go out, but she wanted to clean herself up first. As I sat there working, she came down. Now in a light green dress, a V-neck and lots of fabric. I looked twice, the fabric was so light, willowy. It hugged her narrow waist perfectly. She had that thinness of a girl of twenty. Her long legs and long arms. Smooth skin, bright eyes. Hair still wet, the smell of shampoo. She sat down in the living room across from me, eyeing me. Not smiling, but a grin, like a you-sick-old-man grin. But, that was just me. It's what I thought. That is what I saw. I knew this was the moment. She was leaning back in her chair, kicking one leg over the side of the arm rest, and I watched as she bunched the fabric of the skirt in her hand. Her eyes were locked on mine. I stopped what I was doing, said nothing. I stopped breathing. My cock was so hard. Did she know? I needed to adjust myself, dared not. Did she realize the effect she was having on me? How I felt on our chats? The way I felt as I lay in my bed at night? That my fantasies, my dreams.....had become....about her. She gripped the fabric and lifted, higher and higher until I was looking at the crotch of her panties. Powder blue panties, she leaning back for me, letting me. I could not even tell you the look of her eyes. Fear, lust, desire, boredom. I was watching her long legs disappear beneath the fabric of her candy apple green skirt, and the rise of fabric from between her legs. Time froze in that moment as I gazed at her. Suddenly, she dropped the hem, and smiled a little smile, turned her head away from me and then in a gradual motion slid herself to the edge of the cushion, sliding herself so the skirt rode up high, revealing herself - again - without her hands. She just lay like that in the chair, almost flat on the cushion, legs held open, letting me see perfectly the rise of her mound, the fabric of her panties now stretching over her pussy lips. She was no more than ten feet away, sunshine streaming through the windows. Bright, every color standing out. Vibrant. The red of her lips, the cream of her skin, her green dress and powder blue panties. And...this light stain, there between her legs, a wet line right there between her open legs. I could make out the shape of her pussy, her mound, see the puffing shape of pussy hairs pressing against the fabric, this light rise at the front. A darkening of the fabric, her pussy hair coloring the fabric. I could tell it's shape, this little triangle there. The indent of her thighs at each side of the panty line. This little triangle held to her by little strips of fabric at her hip. She sat like that for a little while longer, looking away, then pulling herself back up, sitting upright again, rose from her chair, and circled a wide circle in the room. I believe her intent was to leave, but then she changed her mind and walking over to me stood behind me awhile. I did not look back, did not know what to say. I was breathing hard. She said in a low voice, "What you doing?" I could scarcely speak. She lay her hand on my shoulder, leaned herself against me, I could feel her hip at my arm. I simply lay my hand at the calf of her leg, just below the knee and silently stroked her there. "Um, these are proposals for acquisitions." "Oh." She did not move, and I let my hand rub her knee caps, felt her foot move open a little. Letting me touch her, facing me as I ran my hands over her legs. I stroked higher, up along her thighs and tracing my fingers on each side of her inner thighs. She leaned a little closer, held to me. I could hear her breathing now. "And you?" I reached higher, could feel the heat of her, to just before where I knew her panties would be. My eyes were closed, as I listened to her breathing and feeling her soft skin, imagining the color, the softness, the wetness, heat right there. I thought, 'Would she let me?' I took my hand away. She stepped away as well. "Just getting ready for tomorrow." She turned, light as a feather smiling back at me, "See you." Proof. ************* Sara: I want to ask you something. Me: Ok. Sara: Promise to answer. Sara: Did you ever cheat on mom? Me: I don't know if I should talk about this. Sara: It means you have. Sara: I'm curious I want to know. When Sara Says No Me: Yes. I know you do. Sara: We need to share. At least I do. Me: It was years and years ago. I love your mother. Sara: I know. I've asked a couple of times and when you don't answer. Sara: That's an answer Sara: Just tell me. It's your turn. Me: What do you mean? Sara: Share something with me. Something anything. I'm a big girl now. Me: In my twenties. Annie and I were married something like five years, and well yeah then, I did. Sara: So. Sara: Tell me about it. Me: It's been so long. Me: I don't remember. Sara: You remember. Me: I'm thinking I'm thinking. Me: I don't even remember her name. Me: I met her in my office. She had dark hair, and tall, not taller than me but tall. Younger than me, a lot younger. Her name was Katie. We went out a couple times. Sara: Did you fuck her? Sara: You can tell me. Me: Yes. Me: I mean not right away. It was more than that. But yes. Sara: Tell me about the first time. Me: You're terrible. Sara: Deep dark secrets. Go get a drink if it'll help. Me: I got a wine right now, I just finished it. Sara: :) Ha. Sara: Get more. Me: We were driving. I was driving her home after a company gathering. She had a boyfriend. Sara: A boyfriend! Me: Yeah they were living together. Me: And we were sitting outside her house talking. She talked so much! Me: She smiled at me, "Thanks." And there's that pause like something should happen. I leaned in and kissed her then. No idea why. Sara: More. Me: Then or after. Sara: Both. Me: Well, I remember how I loved the way she leaned against me just then. Like a feather. So light. How she just folded her body against me. She was so small, and thin, narrow. Such small hands. Me: She smiled, her teeth so white. She said thanks again. And I was like fuck, I shouldn't have done that. As she got out of the car. Me: Fuck. I thought this is going to bring things to a whole other level. Sara: Did it? Me: Yes. Sara: How old were you? Me: 25 or 26. We held hands on walks. Romantic. Me: This one time I took her on a bridge. Sara: You fucked her on a bridge. Me: Hahaha. Took her as in we went there. We just sat there and watched the sun set. The water passing underneath. It was a train bridge, middle of nowhere, the lights of the City slowly going on. She leaned against my back, held my arms, and looked over my shoulder. Sara: Sounds so sweet. You kiss? Me: Yes for a long time, I loved her smell. Funny how you can so remember a smell. Sara: What else? Me: Stop it. Sara: I want to hear. Me: I shouldn't tell you this. Sara: We shouldn't be doing lots of things. Sara: I told you. Me: I remember she had on this light springy green dress and when she leaned back after we had been kissing it was up over her knees and I could see her panties. Sara: Interesting. Me: Hmmm. My fantasy. She knew I could see them. Sara: What Color? Me: Green. This light green, same color as her dress. Her panties always matched her outfits. Me: Cotton, and she knew I could see them, leaned back further. Sara: Did you touch her? Me: I touched her. Sara: Mmmmmm. Me: Scratched my fingers right over the fabric between her legs, traced my fingers over her abdomen, felt the elastic stretch and as I did she just lays back on that bridge with her arms in the air, warm damp air, her knees open. Me: I remember her sighs. So feminine. Sara: Mmmmm. So nice. Nice story. Sara: You're making me wet. Me: Sara, I don't think you should say that to me. Sara: Why? Sara: I am :) Sara: Tell me more. About Katie. Sara: What else did you two do? Me: I don't know. Sara: You did more didn't you? Sara: You told me you fucked. Me: Yes. Sara: You take her panties off on that bridge? Me: No. Me: But? Me: I was running my thumb over her, pressing between her legs, a long time I did that. Running my hands along the inside of her thighs. She would play with my hands as I played with her. Me: Until it was dark. I remember how she would move her hips, sliding herself on my hand. Telling me how good it was, how sexy I was. Me: How she wanted me. Me: I loved being called sexy. Sara: You are. Me: Sara! Sara: Don't stop telling this, don't think about this. Us. I'm not her. I'm not Sara right now. Sara: What then? Me: Well that was what we did that night. I couldn't do more just then. I had to go. I stopped myself. Sara: Only reason? Me: Pretty much. We got in the car and she sat there looking at me and we talked a long time about what we, I had just done. That I was married. That she had a boyfriend. Separate lives. Me: She understood. But....She wanted more. I said I wanted to keep being married and she was ok with that, and then after all that I drove to this quiet spot and I kissed her again in the car. Me: She let me slip her top out from her little dress and let me run my hands over her skin, up underneath her top. Just kissing. Me: Petting. Me: Kissing the whole time. She had this amazing sigh, a growl a groan, so feminine, telling me how she was so aroused. Me: I said we had to wait. Me: We parked again before her house, she said she would walk the rest of the way. Thanking me for a nice evening. Stopping early like I did, she knew I wanted to kiss her, again. I had to stop again. Me: I loved her taste, her smell. Mmmmm. I still remember that so well. Sara: What's the 'worst' thing you did with her? Me: The worst? Sara: Well you had sex with her. Me: Yes. Sara: Well. Me: But, that wasn't the worse thing. Sara: What do you mean? Me: We liked to meet at this one bar, have drinks, talk. I even told Annie about her, told her I had a work friend. We went out after I worked out at the club. She didn't know I never went to the club on that night. Anyway Annie knew the bar we met at, knew her name, only we had stopped spending any time there. But we did meet there. Sara: Not a lie right. Sara: And. Me: And Annie went there one night, to MEET her. Sara: OMG Me: Not suspicious of me at all. The waitress who served Katie and me was there, and when Annie came in asking about me, my name and Katie's name, well the waitress did a perfect job. Me: Telling them we had not arrived yet. Sara: Lying to her. Me: Well yeah. Sara: Oh my god. Me: Anyway I am walking by the door and going straight to Katie's car. When the waitress rushes out and says your wife is in the restaurant, she wants to meet Katie. Me: I don't know what would have happened if she hadn't done that. Me: You might not exist. Me: Anyway we went in the restaurant and talked with Annie. Me, Katie and Annie. Sara: That's terrible. Me: Not the worst. Sara:!! Me: I lied that neither of us had a car I don't know why, but I just didn't want Katie to leave from the restaurant like this, so Annie gave us a ride in her car Sara: Oh my god. So you just left Katie's car there. Me: I remembered Katie at one point laying back in the restaurant, so frustrated, I could so tell by looking at her, how we could read each other, how she wanted to fuck. We were so hungry. I don't have any idea if Annie sensed anything. Me: In the car though, and this is the worst thing. Me: You asked. Me: It was dark, and the drive was long to Katie's house. I reached my hand back to her on the side of the seat, between the car seat and the door, so Annie couldn't see me. I wanted to just hold Katie's hand, something. Me: My way of being sorry. She would touch my hair sometimes, and caress my neck. Me: But what I felt was her moving forward, her dress pulled back. She had slid her pussy, her cotton pantied pussy right against my hand and let me rub her while Annie drove. Sara: Oh my god. Mmm. Sara: OMG My nipples hurt. Sara: Mmmmmm Sara: So good. Me: She pulled away from me for a moment, I thought that was it, but then she pressed her bare pussy into my hand. She'd somehow removed her panties and I started fingering her, kept fingering her, right there in the car. Me: We were drunk, Annie had to have smelled her pussy in the car. Sara: Tell me what you felt. Me: She was wet, I loved the soft skin of her pussy. She had this crinkly pussy hair, and I would brush my fingers through, smearing her all over. She had so little hair down there. She trimmed. God. I wanted her so bad. I pushed into her, my thumb on her clit and we finger fucked. Sara: Oh my god, oh god. Sara: Fingers. Sara: Inside. Sara: Keep. Me: She orgasmed at least three times on the way home. Me: Annie was right there. Sara: How?? Sara: Noise. Mmmmmmm. Me: It was perfectly silent, the whole way. No sounds. Just where I touched her. The hum of the car. I could feel her pulsing over my fingers, squeezing her thighs together, and pressing her hand down on me between her legs. Me: But silent. Me: She let me touch her till she couldn't stand it. Till it hurt. Sara: OOOOO. Me: Sara? Sara: :D Sara: Oh god, I just came. Oh fuck. Me: You shouldn't be doing that. Sara: You knew what I was doing. Sara: ;) Sara:!! Were there others? Me: Yes. Sara: Holy fuck. Thanks:) Sara: We need to decide what we are going to do for each other next time I visit. Me: I don't think now is a good time. Sara: You hard? Me: Yes. Sara: Then it's the perfect time. Oh god, wait. Sara: Let me collect myself. I've come apart. Just a sec. Me: What are you wearing? Sara: Oh god, my nipples still hurt. Sara: Ok. Sara: Next time we see each other, next time, this is the thing I want you to do. Sara: A T-shirt, and that's it. I WAS wearing jeans and panties. Me: I don't think this is a good time to discuss your visit Sara. Sara: I just want you to touch me, somewhere you shouldn't. Just once. I want that. Me: Sara I'm drunk. Sara: To feel that. Me: I'm horny. Sara: You want me to make you cum? Sara: Tell a story. Me: No! Sara: Can you do that? Once. Me: Yes. Sara: What do YOU want? Sara: From me, this time. Me: Oh Sara. Me: To take you on a drive. Me: Sara? Sara: K:) ****************** This is the email I got from Sara the day before she was to arrive: 'EXACTLY 60 days ago, a pretty little girl named Sara fell through the looking glass. Shi-it, she thought, considering all she had was a simple pair of green panties, a tube of red lipstick she stole from Wal Mart, a half empty bottle of vodka and her treasured teddy bear! It took poor little Sara 200 days to dig her way out with the lipstick cap, and just two seconds more to fall right back in again. See you tomorrow. Oh, I have a backpack filled with food, alcohol, and fire-bringing devices for our drive:) Oh and the remote. You'll see, Sara' ************ The morning my little Sara was coming to visit, I crept downstairs and logged on, waiting for her. She liked to get up early. Maybe. I wanted to chat. She was there! Me: What you doing? Sara: What am I doing? Right NOW :) Me: Yes Sara: Sitting naked, having a cup of coffee and Cocoa Puffs after spending some time on my elliptical exercise thingy. Sara: What do you think of that? Me: Nice. Me: Naughty girl. Sara: I think I finally found the right rhythm on that thing. I've had such a hard time figuring out the right pace. Me: So what did you figure out? Sara: I don't shake my ass enough while on it. Ha! Me: You exercise naked? Sara: Hmm. Sometimes. I have the house to myself. Today shall be a day of no clothes. Ha! Sara: Till I come to see you. Hehehe. Sara: You should of been here. Once I found the rhythm, I could have gone forever, but I had to pee. Sara: I can get a lot done when I drag my cute spankable butt out of bed. Me: What else did you do? Sara: Mmmmm. Better sit down. Sara: I'm going to make you hard. Sara: I climbed back into bed still all sweaty and wet, stroking my hands up and down over my body. Thinking about the amazing orgasm to come. Nothing on. Sara: Just me. Sara: You hard yet?. Me: Getting there. Sara: I opened my legs, lay on my back, tucked my fingers inside me. Sara: Twisting, yum yum. work my fingers. Mmmmm, first orgasm was pretty quick. Oh god that feeling of a morning orgasm. Delicious. Sara: How ya doing? Me: Just Fine. Sara: Tell me. Me: I'm hard, and stroking myself. Me: Using some lotion. Keep talking. Sara: Naughty boy. YOU naked?? Me: Bathrobe. Sara: :) Sara: Yeah, k. I reached for some ice and let it drip over my tummy before rubbing it on my nipples til they were hard and frozen little points. Mmmm. They still hurt, I worked them pretty good. Sara: And I took my vibe, put it on high, and shoved it up inside me. It was loud. I pressed it against my little clit. Sara: It's pink. Like me. Me: Mmmmmm. More. Sara: Pumped it till I was squirming on the bed. Can you picture it? Me: Mmmm, amazing! Me: Yes. Me: Oh, I just made a mess Sweet. Sara: Just a sec. Mmmmmm. Had my vibe in me, oh god yeah. I think we might have cum at the same time! Me: I'll be right back. Need tissue. Sara: Wish I were there. I could help clean up. Sara: I don't usually share my morning rituals with anyone. Sara: Just you. Me: When you coming. Sara: Hahahaha. I just did. Me: No here. Sara: Mmmmm. You want me to cum there too. I'm kind of sore. Sara: Hahaha. So bad. I'll leave about noon. Four hours. Three and a half if I'm naughty. Me: See you then. Sara: Your online slut. We got to be good though. Ok? Me: I know. Sara: You get my email? Me: Yeah. Didn't understand. Sara: You will. I got a surprise! Me: You scare me. Sara: Mutual. Sara: I'm tired already. Sara: Whew, need to take a short nap. Then I'll dress myself, be on my way. Me: Can't wait. ************ Sara's Diary I wore a pink halter-top; it looked somewhat slutty, what I was going for, and a patterned loose skirt, light green - perfect. Silk. I secretly wanted to look like her. I want to meet her, hear her side of the story. Oh white socks and a simple pair of shiny black baby dolls. And! Before leaving I slid my butterfly clitoral vibe, feeling the tight straps slide up my thighs positioned it right over my clit, and secured it with a pair of cotton light green panties. I want to match! I bought one size too small so that it would press that clitoral vibe even tighter against my 'widow cunny. I bought this little wireless remote clit version for a reason. It cost $100! So small, shiny, it looks like a little pager, slips a little inside my slit, wraps right around my clit. Intense! I tried it a few times. I left earlier than I expected and then drove too fast to get home, and mom and dad are still at work. Fuck Fridays. I sat in the drive way squeezing my thighs together, lifting my skirt, thinking one more time. I give a quick push of the button and, 'ahhhhh.' fall against the steering wheel. Thinking 'I want you to touch me somewhere you shouldn't' And his! 'I want to take you on a drive.' So....NOT one thing. I have too much nervous energy and take off again. I need a massage, kill some time and take off for this little spa nearby, have a seat in the waiting room. I pull out my homework, it'll be fucking finals in three weeks!! I'm still rubbing my thighs together, wondering at the look at his eyes when I give it to him and whisper in his ear just what it is. I decided that I want to have an orgasm in front of him, and we simply can't.....But a secret orgasm with him watching me. I look in the mirror when no one is in the room, and pressing the little button, feel my knees buckle. Fucking god!!. Intense! I watch this beautiful little girl prance in the mirror, red cheeks and blonde hair, pink candy. I turn around, press again, can hear the slight buzz. Mmmmmm! Yeah. Shake my ass, what a cute butt. I hear my name called. I soon find myself in this room lit with candles and incense burning, and the woman is there explaining things which I do not even hear. My senses are all messed up. Too intense. Fuck I think. I have to leave my panties on, can't disturb things down there - as they are. After the instructions she leaves the room, so 'I can get ready.' S'ok she'll just think I'm shy. This is not relaxing me. I won't give up the remote. She comes back in and turns on some music. That starts to relax me, and I am laying there with nothing but towel and panties. So, as my shoulders form puddles in her hands, my watery clit is buzzing on and off between my thighs. My face is looking down through the hole in the table, and she can't see me. I squirm at her touch, if only she knew. Imagining my twat creaming, imagining his eyes on me, our skin touching. I can't stand it!! Soon I am squirming a little too much, and let go the button. I'm breathing too fast and rubbing my feet together. Can she feel my arousal on my skin, the tension, my breathing is ragged I realize. I realize my ass is arched up in the air. She's thinking she did this to me. She offers me a drink. "Would you like some champagne, juice, water?" I chose champagne and I'm not carded. I say "champagne," with no control of my voice. I was so close to cumming. She leaves just then, and I leap upon the button. Oh god! I can't stand it. I have to cum. She returns a little too quickly, how soon does it take to pour a glass of champagne? She looks at me oddly, concerned, and at that very moment I cum, HARD. I'm cumming and cumming and cumming, so fucking wild. It would not stop!! She can tell, how not? She excuses herself, and I realize my towel is no longer on me, it is on the floor. Five minutes later she returns, I am simply laying there in my panties, candles, incense, music, head in the hole. Do I leave now? It hasn't been an hour. She didn't give me my champagne. She returns then, hands me a glass and returns the towel, covering my backside. "Feeling better." She is looking rather pleased I think. Probably amazed at the effect she is having on me. She finishes. I am good. And then I leave, and this time go into the house. I pull out my homework and settle into the den. Get some work done. Don't think about anything but study. I manage to write half a page of a Journaling exercise, but then I am digging in my purse looking for it all over again. Already?! I itch. I hurt, squeezing my thighs together. My whole lower half feels warm. I'm so horny today, all day, I can't stand it. God I want to fuck. I press the button lightly, again, again, again. This time I feel nervous. I see him standing there. I can hear the little buzz, and I go over turn on the music, loud enough that the buzzing is gone. Just that delicious liquid vibration, I am gurgling, cum is running down my legs. Would mom hear my buzzing clit? I begin to whimper, losing control of my legs and decide to run up to my room. Calm down! Don't touch the goddamn remote for awhile I say to myself. I most certainly cum again as my feet run up the stairs, my thighs brushing together and squeezing my delicious ass. I want to be spanked. I want to be tied up. I see him there. This time it feels simply amazing, it feels, mmmmmmmmm. I am exhausted, reaaaallllly exhaaaausted. Like I've been tazered. I pad into my room, lay on my bed and fall asleep. ************** I came home early because I was expecting Sara, and when I arrived her car was in the driveway. I felt my heart in my throat. Never had I been so excited, and I couldn't say exactly why. I got nothing done today. When I got inside, music was playing but no Sara. I went upstairs and her door was closed. I pushed the door open and there she was, sprawled out on the bed, asleep. When Sara Says No Barefoot, her long legs beneath a little dress. One leg raised. I could stand just so, and look....I simply stood and watched her, music in the background, her face was hidden from me. She had on a halter that barely covered her back. It was tied right at the middle. I whispered out, "Sara. Sara." A little louder. "Sara. Honey." I wanted to wake her before Annie came home, I wanted to talk. I moved closer up the side of the bed, and settled down near her legs on the mattress. "Sara," shaking her lightly. She moved a little turning her head to me, smiling her teeth at me and pushing her soft hair out of her eyes. "Hi." "You're here. I've been so excited to see you. All day," it came out like a schoolboy. "Maybe we could talk a little." She frowned and turning away, covered her head in her arms, then lifting a knee higher cooed out, "No. I don't think I want to 'talk' about it. Anything. Shhhhh." She lay herself flat on the bed again, and reaching her hand back she simply pulled the tie on her halter, letting the fabric fall down the sides of her back. "What I'd like though is a back rub. I'm sore from my workout this morning. Can you do that?" Thinking about the one thing she wanted, I lay my trembling hands on her and began to softly stroke the muscles right at the top of her shoulders, pressing down and squeezing there and then sliding into the base of her little neck. Her small shoulders melting in my hands. "Mmmmm. I'm kind of tense." "You got here early. Before me. What time?" "You don't want to know," and I noticed her squeezing something in her hand. I continued down her back, her bare flesh in my hands. All the things we have shared. The fantasies. I simply drank her in, continuing to kneed her shoulders working the length of muscles from her arms to her neck, down her spine. She was strong. I could tell. I stroked back up her neck into the line of hair and pressing my fingers into the edges of her head and neck. Her hair falling around my hands as I pressed into her, it felt so wonderful. Her soft warm flesh. As I squeezed and continued to loosen the muscles, she lifted herself a little on her, her shoulders arched up on her elbows, her head hanging down onto the bed. She was groaning now, "I am just so wired up. Mmmmm. So relaxing." I pressed a thumb deep under her shoulder blade and ran it to the center of her back. I loved the feel of her skin. The way her body moved beneath my hands. Yielding. "God that feels so good." I watched her as she undulated on the bed, her narrow waist, her hips rising and falling. Bringing her foot up, knee bent, touching me with the ball of her foot. I felt myself getting so aroused. She looked back at me just then, and smiled. That was what we did for the longest time, her eyes on me as I stroked her shoulders, pressing them until they were soft, and then lower working the muscles of her shoulder blades and lower and lower to her lower back, her waist, her hips just above her skirt. I was sitting on the bed close beside her now. Wrapping my hands across her rib cage and pressing my thumbs into her spine. Working her muscles slowly, gradually, and pressing, rubbing her steadily. And I found myself staring at her ass, her spread legs, its curve beneath the fabric, ripe fruit. Her smell. I continued rubbing her, while with one hand lifted the hem of her dress just the littlest bit up her thighs, doing it again and again, until the bottoms of her panties showed. Candy apple green. Eyeing the thin cotton, so transparent I could clearly see the line of her ass. What was I doing? My cock was hard again pressing in my pants. I had to position myself and she was noticing. She said, "What are you doing?" Looking back at her dress up around her waist. "No. I don't think." I took my hands away as she said that. She rose up a little letting the halter fall away from her. I could see the edge of her breasts, and then she lay back down. Seeing my intent was to stop, she put her hand on mine and then lay my hands back on the center of her back. "No. No. Keep rubbing my back. It's just that. Long story.... You got to learn the meanings of no." I laughed and began rubbing her again. I noticed, that despite the protest, she didn't adjust her skirt, or make me lay her skirt back down, as it was still lifted up high about her waist. In fact, the way she had moved, one side exposed the cheek of her ass. I could see the staining of her panties between her legs, knew she was wet. I wrapped my hands around her rib cage and let my fingers graze the edges of her breasts beneath her arms. "Um, you wanted me to touch you, uh, inappropriately." She didn't move. Silence. "I did." I hesitated. Lifting her hair, I tugged the halter top tie at her neck and untied her halter from her body entirely. She was nearly as naked as this morning, in our chat. I could hear my voice say, "Turn around," and her soft coo of "No." I was confused but continued to stroke her, rubbing the sides of her, touching the edge of her breasts as I did. I asked again. "Turn around." She paused this time, before saying "Ask me again." And I did, watching her as she wordlessly turned herself over, leaving the tiny fabric top on the bed and lay back, one arm over her head. Her skirt was still up around her thighs, one leg bent and turned to the side, leaving her cunt completely exposed. Her inner thigh, the triangle of panty below her tummy. She was sopping wet. "That better," she cooed to me, laying with her head sideways on the bed smiling as she glanced sideways at me, and then away. Her small breasts lay open, her nipples were dark tight ovals, and I lay my hand over her stomach and stroked higher in little circles until I was rubbing her breasts. Stroking, squeezing her. She said, "This went faster than I intended." And looking up at me, " I had a surprise for you," she closed her eyes. I said, "Sorry." For no particular reason. "No. I think - This is better." She let out a contented sigh. She handed me what was clutched in her hand, a remote with just two buttons on it. I took it, "What is this?" "Push it." I held it in my hand and pressed the top button. She moaned out, covered her breasts, "Oh god my nipples ache," looking at me in anticipation. My cock was so hard I could not stand it. I pressed the lower button. Immediately she curled up, lifting her stomach in the air and I could hear a light buzz from between her legs. She bunched the fabric of her skirt, held her hand over the crotch of her panties, pushing her hand between her legs. She opened her glassy eyes, and managed, "For you..... You control my pussy with that thing. I was just going to give it to you when I got.....oh, mmmmm, in the door," She moaned as I pushed it again. "Oh my god. I hurt." I looked at her face, her open mouth as she writhed on the bed. She looked incredible, like nothing I had ever seen. Pure liquid desire. I let go the button. She collected herself, "You press that." She touched it with her finger. "You can make me cum anywhere. You control my pussy, " smiling, an exhausted smile. "I couldn't wait though. I've been using it all day. It hurts now." Holding her hands down between her legs again, frowning. "But god, so good." I began to squeeze her breasts harder with one hand, pinch her nipples, and then to softly stroke and touch her skin, anywhere and everywhere, sliding my hand over her, so warm. Watching her move to my touch, squirming and stretching. Feeling her shoulders, arms, the curve of her ribs, the pout of her belly, her narrow waist, the edges of her panties, thighs, feet, drawing a line up her inner thigh and laying my hand over her mound - I pressed the button again. I was breathing in ragged gasps, was seeing spots in my eyes. Seeing pure lust. I just said, "I'm going to make you cum . . ." She did not move in any way, not to push me away, not to move away. I undid her skirt and slid it down her legs. I watched as she lifted her hips. She sat up then and said here, began unbuttoning my shirts, opening my belt. In no time, we were both sitting there in just our underwear. My hand in fact continued stroking her breasts as she peeled off my clothes, squeezing her soft flesh in my hand. I simply let my palm slowly drift back to the small of her back, pulling her to me, she giggling "Wait Wait. I don't have you how I want you yet," and drawing circles on her there as she sat up facing me on the bed. She smiled at me, "This is....Unexpected. Nice." She tossed her hair back and yielding, let me lay her back again. I pushed the button. She reached her hand and took my cock, I watched her writhing again. "Oh my god. Ohhhh.....it just hurts. Mmmmmm Yes." She tipped her head back and stretched herself out, opening her legs. I lay beside her and brushed the hair out of her eyes, wanted to see her. She looking at me. Unable to smile, for the pain of the rising orgasm. I let go the button. She was looking at me, expectant. I said "I'm going to make you cum." Her hand had found my cock and was squeezing, pushing down. Making me crazy. And I let out a low moan. "Oh, yeah," she breathed out, as I let her touch me there. Silently, I lay down the little device, "But not with this" and hooking my fingers around her panties, began to peel them off. She turned herself around as I did that, and lay on her stomach. Looking back at me, her eyes wide. "No." She said, but did not stop me in anyway. I could see her ass lifting from the bed, helping me as I continued to slide her panties down her legs. "No." She said again. "We. Can't." And finally lifting her feet let me slide them off and away from her, leaving just this little strap and the vibrator. It looked like a bee nosing around for pollen. I hooked my fingers and pulled that off too. I said, "I'm going to fuck you." Silence. I began to slide my underwear down and standing naked behind her, lay myself down along the length of her body as I said again in her ear, nuzzling her warm hair, "I'm going to cum inside you." And her whisper "Yes." I felt her lift her ass, feeling my cock fall between her legs, as I lay down, my legs on each side of her, positioning herself for me. "How long have you wanted me?" I didn't know. Now somehow, strangely it felt like always. Her clothes were laying everywhere, across the white sheets hanging off the side of the bed. Mine lay in a neat pile at the foot of the bed. She was reaching back with her hand and grasping my cock, tugging at me. Placing my tip right at her open cunt. I was watching her small fingers holding me, our naked bodies, skin, her raised ass. It was the first time she touched my bare cock. I pulled away a little, "Not yet." I wanted this to last, loved the look of her, of our bodies touching, her open pussy, the folds of her gaping cunt. The pucker of her little ass. Her hunger, her hair was already disheveled and I hadn't even fucked her yet. Her shiny cunt, her thighs were wet. The folds of her cunt swelling out, loose and shining. God, she was whimpering at my words, my breath, the feel of me between her legs, sliding on her. Dripping on her. So I slid my cockhead along the line of her pussy, took my time, pressed her lips open, slid my length up and down coating myself with her juices, played with her, watching her cream and bubble around my cock. Her juices shining between her legs. I was waiting, not penetrating her yet. She was reaching one hand back, holding me again, wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, reaching, gently tugging, guiding. I was looking down at her and at us where we came together, as I lay down across her back, my abdomen brushing across her ass, holding myself above her. She was holding my cock and moving herself, pressing me against her. Wanting. Wanting. And how she was arching her back, pushing her hips up, as I held myself there, pressing against her, leaning into her just the tip of my cock, I could feel the folds of her cunt kissing the head of my cock; as she begins to falls back into the mattress as I follow her. Ass raised in the air. Waiting. But my tease continued, as I pressed so slowly into her. I felt her lift herself again, and then the opening of her cunt that exquisite pressure as I press inside. The feel her closing around me. I lay along her length, as I begin to lift myself up again. I had pressed just the head of my cock inside, felt it pop into her, holding there and then pulling back out. Feeling her follow, and then pressing inside her again, feeling her undulate beneath me. Her breathing, the rise and fall of her body, our bodies. She took my hand. I kissed nuzzled into her warm hair, nibbling along her shoulder, biting her neck lightly, growling. "My sweet little girl." She simply whimpered, "We're doing it. Oh....you feel so nice. It feels just so.....right. Mmmmm." The air going out of her as she spoke, sighing her words as I pressed her into the bed, rising and falling on her. Gradually, I was moving faster upon her, breathing in her ear, whispering, "Yes. I knew we would." She just says, "Mmmm. Yeah. Oh, Fuck me. Fill me up. Such a nice cock in me." Her words clouding my mind, I was thrusting deep, trying to press as deeply as I could, each thrust bringing a gasp from her, and whimpering sighs of, "Come on. Fuck me." as she pushed herself back against me, "Fuck me hard. I need it." as hard as she could. Each thrust and her head would rise. "My.....cunt......sssss so hungry." Her breath was intoxicating, I could feel her trembling as I pushed into her, filling her, drawing out my whole length and thrusting inside. Faster, until we are fucking with abandon. She pressing back and back lifting her knees up, lifting up onto her elbows. I reach around to squeeze her breasts, pull her tight to me. "Oh, you know what I like." Her words these jewels. I know how sensitive her breasts are, want to hurt her. Amazed I know that about my little Sara, begin squeezing her nipples. "You like that?" I say it low, my voice a deep growl. "Mmmm, ahhhh, squeeze hard. Hurt me." "My nipples. Yeah, ahhhh. My second clit." Her head is hanging between her arms. Fucking on the bed, pounding her down, her legs open so wide, bucking against me. "Oh fuck. Fuck me." I can feel my cum rising as I pull her against me, fast and deep, over and over. Holding myself inside her and grinding my cock around, feeling myself held inside her, touching her belly pushed in so hard. Her tight cunny. "You like my cock in you." Forever, we are fucking, time vanishes. And nothing matters, I want to be in her, cum in her, fill her. She is grinding against me as I hold myself inside, turning her hips in this circle, tipping her hips up and down letting the length of my cock be held and squeezed deep inside her cunt. I can feel myself cumming, and reaching down between her legs, press my fingers into her clit, hold her open, rub her there hard, in a fast steady motion, dig my fingers into her, feeling my cock sliding inside with my finger tips, in her body. She is trembling and falling to the bed, ass high in the air, elbows back in this delicious crouch, as her head rises up and she is gasping for air. "I'm cumming. Oh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh." Crying out, pulsing against my cock. I can feel her body trembling and I press harder, long strokes, thrusting and pressing my fingers into her, stroking her clit, this quick rhythm, our bodies shaking, clinging together until this wave comes over us, and I am cumming, ribbons of cum filling her and she is crying out and turning her head, thrashing down into the mattress and I lay down on her, lay there, hold to her, still filling her, feeling her body relax as it passes over us. Feeling my cock beginning to soften. Our bodies still one, our skin wet with sweat and cum. I bury my face into her hair, and then roll myself off and lay beside her. Exhausted. She turns her head, mouth open, eyes still closed. As if her senses cannot take any more in just then.. I lay my hand on her ass, and she turns to me. I look at her naked body, the swell of her breasts, her tight little nipples as she lay there. She slides her hand along the length of my cock, still stiff, not hard, touches the tip of my penis my little hole right on the tip. She smiles at me, and our senses come back to us a little as we lay there. She touches her finger to her tongue and tastes me, us. The smell of sex and sweat, is warm in the air. I lean in and kiss her mouth, her lips forming a smile. Finally she lay on her side facing me, turning slow, languorously, her one arm held out straight above her head, and stretching out her naked length before me, letting me see her naked body, her breasts her mashed little puss, bare legs, thin waist. Not hiding herself at all from me. She says, "All day I've been imagining you doing this to me. My Fantasy. I got dressed, looked in the mirror, running around the house naked, imagining your eyes on me. And now.....What happened?" "I don't know. I don't know. Love." I took her hand and we twine our fingers together. I held her wrist, drawing line up along her arm. She turns to me, leans in, fluttering her eyes. "Hmmm, can't resist me." "You have no idea." I face her nose to nose. "No I can't." "The fantasies, all the.....playing around, that's what it is." "Being Us. Our true selves, that's what you had called it," I say as I stroke the line of her hip, touch the stray hairs at the edge of her puss. "You know a ME no one does. More animal...." "Than mineral. Ha!" She rolled onto her back, and batted her arms a little, curled them against her breasts, her smile. Wicked grin. Silence. I continued, "And then we met for the first time." "No." She snuggled herself up close to me, and lifted her thighs, wrapped herself tight to me as I wrap my hand around the low of her back. "Not the first time." She kissed my lips soft, then backed away looking in my eyes, "It scares me." I could feel the warmth of her, feel the hair of her pussy tickle my abdomen. Our flesh sliding together again. I slid my hand down onto her ass and tipped my fingers into the line of her ass, and down between her legs. Her cunt was open and wet. She opening her legs for me, smiles and looks back at my hand, "You like the way I feel?" "Mmmm, hot. So wet." I pushed my finger up inside her. She rolled on her back, opening her legs wide, pulling me on top of her, bringing her knees up around me. I was hard again as I lay on her. "Fuck me," Her hand on my cock. "From now on." ************* I opened my email from Sara this morning and she attached a song. I played it: Sex with you is all I want, Sex with you and sometimes food is all I really want, Sex with you and sometimes food and maybe a movie or a play Is all I really want today Sex with you and sometimes food and maybe a movie or a play and sleep, But not too much at all, is really all I want. Sex, food, movie, play, sleep... Shower, a shower with you and some shampoo would be oh so good Sex with you and sometimes food and a movie or a play, Some sleep, a shower and a shampoo with you is all I really want. Really. ************ There was a little note at the bottom: 'We never took that drive you wanted:) lovelovelove Sara'