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From Afar Ch. 01

By: *Eve*



She walked into her lonely apartment. Ajax, her cat nuzzled her leg in his usual greeting. She headed to her cabinet and cabinet and poured herself a glass of wine, which she took in one gulp. In a daze she flopped down on her sofa, absent-mindedly stroking Ajax's head when he had climbed on her lap.

She was still reeling from the news. Sara Carey could hardly believe the news when she had heard it. Chad Green was going to have his rehabilitation in her clinic and she would be his caseworker. She didn't know how to react to this. All those years ago, she had loved him from afar, and he didn't even know that she was alive. Chad was a huge football star now, or at least was until that unfortunate incident on the field several months ago. She leaned back against the couch and remembered back to a time when she was a fourteen-year-old freshman in high school.

She was short and obese, her mousy brown hair hung limply in greasy clumps against her forehead. She wore braces, and had a terrible case of acne. She had been dubbed as scary Carey but some of the more cruel kids in school. Sara's only redeeming quality were her huge chocolate brown eyes. She was shy and kept to herself going through the mundane routine of high school when she really just wanted to end it all.

One day she had been in a bit of a daydream when she was on her way to class and ran right smack into a brick wall. He books went flying everywhere. The brick wall had turned out to be Chad Green, the school's golden boy. He was the big man on campus. Chad was a senior, and the star quarterback, track champion, and best all around. Sara had secretly had a crush on him since she had spied him in the halls. He was every teenage girl's fantasy will his blonde wavy mane, that was bit too long, his perfect white teeth that lit his entire face when he smile, the ice blue eyes, and the cute dimples that gave him a boyish look of mischief that melted many hearts.

He was around six and a half feet and very muscularly built. The best part about him in Sara's eyes was that he seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, which was so rare in one so popular. Sara scrambled to pick her books up and he helped silently. When all her books were collected, he handed them over to her and gave that smile melted her heart. She blushed furiously, turning a bright pink.

"If you walk around like that you'll probably run into something a lot more solid next time," he scolded gently. He handed her books back, and walked off. She couldn't believe that he actually talked to her. Chad Green had talked to her! Sara walked on cloud nine that day, of course it meant nothing to him. Besides, his girlfriend was Clair Thomas, head cheerleader, best dressed and most beautiful. She was also an all around bitch. Sara could never understand why it seemed that nice guys always ended up with bitchy girlfriends.

Sara had the misfortune of having gym class with Clair, who went out of her way to laugh at the ugly fat girl. Sara was ashamed to take a shower after gym because her eyes would always stray to Clair's perfect, goddess-like body, and then look down at her squat body. She found ways to make sure she was the last one in and the first one out of the showers to avoid the ridicule that Clair inflicted. It just didn't seem fair that she had never done anything to this girl but yet she hated Sara for the simple fact that she was not pretty and popular like herself.

The salt on the wound for Sara was that she had Chad believing that she was all goodness and sunshine. Men were such idiots sometimes. That night in her bed, she tossed and turned, thinking about her run in with Chad. She felt hot and uncomfortable especially... down there. She pushed away her covers away from her body. Instinctively she pulled up her nightshirt and put her hand in her panties. She had never done anything like this before.

She knew about masturbation, had in fact just had a lecture about it in Sex Education class, but it was something that she didn't think she would be into, but here she was, trying to relieve the hot feeling in her vagina. She pulled her panties down to her waist and squeezed the outer lips roughly. She closed her eyes and moaned. If she imagined hard enough she could visualize that her hands were Chad's gently easing into the slit between her legs. Her fingers captured her throbbing clit, twisting and squeezing it, while she thrashed uncontrollably on the bed. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from crying to loudly, as not to wake her parents.

She had never experienced such sensations before. She thought about what it would be like if Chad were lying next to her and as she thought this she slipped a finger into her wet sheath. She gasped slightly at the tightness and the slight discomfort, but as she work the finger in and out the pleasure overcame any discomfort. Her other hand slid up to one of her young breasts. Simultaneously playing with a nipple and fingering herself, she had her very first orgasm.

"Chad" she whispered in the dark as she convulsed with pleasure. She feel asleep soon after, with a smile on her face. From then on she followed Chad's career closely. She went to his every football, game and sometimes she like to imagine that he could actually see her in the stands and it inspired him to play better although she knew this was a foolish fantasy. She sometimes saw him in the halls and there was never a flicker of recognition in his eyes, which was a bit disappointing but he always smiled back when she smiles at him. Sara collected every news clipping that appeared in the local paper about him and put it in a special scrapbook. When he won an athletic scholarship at one of the top schools in the country, no one was prouder than Sara.

Of course it pained her that Clair followed him to that same school the following year when she graduated but there was nothing that could be done about that. Sara still kept tabs on his college career. She eventually went on to college herself and lost the fat and acne. Her braces came off and although she would never win and beauty pageants she was attractive when she put forth the effort to make herself so.

Sara became an avid Monday night football watcher when Chad became one of the top quarterbacks in the country, making millions. She knew that Chad was living the all-American dream, he had married his high school sweetheart Clair, and had a son. Sara was just happy knowing that Chad was happy. She knew that her love for him would never be returned, but that was okay; life was good.

She had a good job as a physiotherapist which she enjoyed. She dated occasionally but no one ever quite measured up and in the back of her head she knew it was because on Chad. Sometimes at night when she couldn't sleep, she would touch herself and think of him. That still gave her the same pleasure that it had ten years earlier, when she was fourteen.

She would never forget the day she had read the news in the paper about the tragic death of his wife and son in a car accident. Her heart ached for him. She took time off from work and immediately flew to where the funerals would be held. Of course the service was not open to the public, but she needed to be close to him in his time of needed to be close to him. She waited across the street during the funeral and as the procession came out, her eyes were on her beloved Chad who looked so torn apart. It had taken all of her will power not to rush over to him and throw herself in his arms.

She went back home that night and said a little prayer for him. Tragedy soon struck, two months later, when on the field, he was sacked so violently that the impact of the fall broke his neck. The first diagnosis was that he would never walk again, and Sara had cried herself to sleep that night, but weeks later after two operations, word was out that there was a chance for him to walk again, although his football career was over. Now here she sat not knowing how she would react seeing him face to face after so many years. One thing was certain, she would do anything in her power to make sure that he walked again. What else could she do? She loved him.

From Afar Ch. 02



The moment was here. The time had come when she would walk into her office and there he would be. The anticipation was making her shake. as she stepped into her office, she gasped aloud involuntarily. Sitting there in his wheel chair glaring at her wasn't the Chad that she had loved and remembered but an angry stranger.

Sure the person sitting in the chair was Chad, but he was unshaven, his hair looked like it hadn't been cut and was in need of a wash. His clothes looked dirty and there was a bitter twist to his mouth. She could tell on further inspection that his muscular build was not quite so muscular anymore. It broke her heart to see him this way, especially when she remember him when he was so handsome and strong.

"What the hell are she staring at? I thought you were supposed to teach me how to walk again, not stare at me like an idiot," he admonished harshly.

Taken aback by his rudeness, she regained her composure. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare. I'm Sara Carey, and I'll be helping you for the next few months or so," she walked over and held out her hand to him to shake it, but when he made no move to take it, she dropped it uneasily, and continued her speech. "Well, umm, while you're staying at the clinic. I will be seeing that you get exercise, to get those muscles in your legs strong again. As you know, muscles deteriorate pretty quickly if you don't use them."

"Yea, yea, I know all that stuff. Why don't we get to it now?!" he demanded.

"Well, I thought we would first start off with a little massage to warm the muscles up a bit and then we can head down to the gym and start on a few exercises. He shrugged indifferently, and Sara knew that he would not be a cooperative patient. She could appreciate the tragedy that he had faced in the past year but she would never have expected this of him.

She instructed him to slide to the floor, which she assisted him with. At least he was wearing work out clothes, she thought to herself although they already had a musty odor to them already as if they hadn't been washed from the last time he had worn them. "I'm going to have to take of your track pant right now, so I can give you that massage, I hope you don't embarrass easily." Not waiting for a response she began to competently pull down his pants. So far he made no objection.

When his legs were bare she began kneading the muscles deftly with skilled hands. She worked her hands over the tense flesh trying hard not to think of the many nights she had dreamed of touching him. She moved her hands up to his thighs and worked the muscles in that area, purposely avoiding the groin region until last. As she massaged his groin muscles, her hands accidentally brushed the bulge in his briefs. She blushed a furious red color and instantly pulled her hands away.

All while she was working, Chad laid back and eyed her curiously. She acted as if this were the first time she had ever done this but yet he had heard that she was one of the best, which was why she was chosen. She looked familiar to him but he couldn't place his finger on it. It didn't matter who she was. He didn't even care if he could walk anymore - it was on the insistence of his parents that he get rehabilitation. It was as if all his hopes and dreams had been shattered, when that car accidents all those months ago, but then he still had football. Now he didn't even have that and life just didn't feel worth living. He had nothing, and he wished that he didn't have to be here.

Unaware of Chad's thoughts Sara continued with what she was doing and against her will she began to fantasize Chad sitting up. He would look her in the eyes and tell her that he remembered her and placing a sweet kiss on her lips. She would return that kiss and open her lips slightly so that he may deepen that kiss with his probing tongue. She could just imagine how his hands would stray to her breast straining against the material of her blouse. Then he would unbutton each button slowly pressing a kiss to each inch of skin that he exposed before coming to her breasts, pushing aside her bra, before taking a waiting nipple between his teeth.

She could imagine her hands moving to his waiting cock and stocking lightly, making it hard. Then she would slowly press kisses on his flesh making a downward path to his straining shaft. He would gently guide her head to him, until her lips made contact. Lovingly Sara would taste the sweetness of the precum glistening at the top of the head before taking it into her mouth. She could just imagine what he would taste like in her mouth, and how his cock would become harder at the ministrations of her mouth.

"Oh, baby," he would moan while stoking her hair. Just when he would be at the point of exploding she would slyly pull off her pants and panties, and straddle him, lowering her dripping pussy, on his stiffness. "You feel so good, so tight," Chad would moan, as he gripped her hip. She would move up and down feeling the waves of pleasure that they would make together. "Yes," she moaned feeling the sensations that her imagination was creating.

"Excuse me?" an impatient voice spoke to her breaking her from her daydreams. She flushed realizing that she had spoke allowed, and she stopped her task, realizing that she had stopped massaging him and was actually caressing him.

"Well, that will be enough for today. Let me help you back in your chair and then we can get you started on some exercises," she said. He shrugged nonchalantly. She could tell this wasn't going to be an easy assignment. She came home that night in tears. All through the session, he made rude and scathing comments about everything. He complained about everything from the pain, which she had already warned him about, her instructions, and even the way she looked.

It was his personal attacks that hurt the most. She was so sure that they would hit it off that she hadn't taken into account that he would be so bitter. She had had many patients like him before but somehow this isn't what she would have expected of her Chad. She knew that there was a long battle ahead and if he was going to be stubborn, then she would have to be as stubborn if not more.

For the next couple of weeks, things went pretty much the same, him complaining and not really cooperating and she getting more frustrated. To Sara's disappointment they were making hardly any progress. One day when he was particularly rude and ill tempered she had had enough.

"We're nowhere near to getting me to walk you know. I know why you're getting paid for nothing," Chad muttered. Sara had been instructing him on a new exercise that he might try. Sara's almost non-existent temper can to a boil.

"Is that what you really think?" she glared at him and then continued without giving him a chance to answer. "Mr. Green, if you think that all the effort I'm putting forth is for nothing, then you are wasting my time and yours and I suggest if you don't like what I'm doing then you can perhaps find someone else that can help you. Perhaps someone who'll put up with your rudeness, and ill manners." She stood up in a huff and was about to walk off when he call spoke up.

"How dare you! You're supposed to be helping me. You can't talk to me like that," he said indignantly. "I can and I just did, because I've had about enough of you. You're not the man I use to.... I mean you're not the person you appear be on television. You're just an empty shell," hurriedly she corrected herself hoping that he didn't catch her slip of the tongue.

"You don't know shit about my problems. You're just like the rest of the public, you think you know me because you see me on TV, you don't know what I've been through this past year." He was seething mad now, but it was actually the first signs of life that he had shown in the past couple of weeks. All her anger was drained away, and her heart swelled for him.

She knelt down beside him, "You're right, I don't know what it's like to have been through what you have, but I do know pain, and I can sense that you're in a lot of it. Please don't let that hinder you're walking again. Let me help you, that's what I'm here for," she smiled gently.

"I don't have anything to walk for. I have no family, I have no career. What do I have?" He asked helplessly.

"You have so much to live for, you just don't know it. You have your health. You've certainly made enough money in your career in that you can pursue what you want. Listen, it's up to you, I can't make you do this if you don't want to but, I know you have so much more potential than you're showing right now. Football was your dream, yes, but you've lived that dream and it's over now. You have find a new dream to chase now."

"As if you would know." Chad folded his arms still not moved.

"Oh, you don't think I don't know about letting go of an old dream. I can assure you that I do. You see, there was this guy that I loved since I was a teenager, but he was larger than life. Just like you actually, but I was way out of his league, probably still am," she smiled mirthlessly, "though I never really got over him, I knew that was a dream, I had to let go. I know the situations are totally different, but in a way they are. Even though I couldn't live my dream, I'm still here. I didn't crumble. I learned to live with it. My point is, that you will have to learn to do the same," she paused for the full effect of the moment before continuing, "I think we should end the session for today, so you can think things over. Like I said before, I can't make you do this if you don't want to but I hope for your own sake you will think it over. If you want to leave the clinic or maybe get a new therapist then I'll understand, but I hope I do see you tomorrow," she finished.

He was silent for a while. She helped him back in his chair, and wheeled him to the rec room. when she turned to leave, he called out. "Sara," he began uncertainly.

"Yes,"

"I'll see you tomorrow, and... You know he's fool you know."

"What?"

"I mean the guy you loved. He's a fool to not have loved you back." Sara blushed furiously. She could feel the beginning of tears and turned away quickly. "Umm, thanks," she mumbled before leaving. If he only knew...



From Afar Ch. 03



After the soul-searching conversation that they had had, Chad was much more cooperative. Gone was the dark, sloppy stranger that she had seen on their first session. He had gotten a hair cut and shaved. He was even wearing work out clothes. Her heart filled with that old feeling that had gotten her through those lonely years. His heart still wasn't one hundred percent in it, but he tried a bit harder, and sometimes he even relaxed and joked with Sara.

Sara couldn't have been more happy than when she was with Chad, literally helping him to get back on his feet again. Sara's enthusiasm eventually rubbed off on Chad as well. He began to look forward to his sessions with Sara each day. The more time he spent with the more intriguing she became to him. He got the strangest feeling that he had seen her somewhere before but he kept it to himself. When she turned those beautiful brown eyes, on him, he felt a contentment that he had thought he lost a long time ago.

When his legs got a bit stronger from the strenuous exercise that he endured, Sara started to have some of their sessions in the pool. Chad liked his particularly because swimming had always been one of his favorite sports, and he was glad do something that he didn't think he ever would again. He liked that Sara would join him in the pool and swim laps along side of him. On one such session, the Sara and Chad sat along side of the pool talking a breather.

Sara stretched unaware that her slight but well proportioned curves were show to their best advantage. Chad could see her hardened nipples straining against the wet Lycra of her modest one piece. He felt an uncomfortable stirring in his trucks that he hadn't felt in quite some time. As if sensing the change in him, she turned her puzzled gaze on him.

"What?" she asked.

"Umm, nothing. I think maybe I would like to get back in the water now." He slid back into the pool before she could see the evidence of his arousal. He was thankful that she didn't join him, because he felt like a prized fool - here he was acting as if he were in high school again, with a woman he knew nothing about and probably didn't give two hoots about him beyond her job. He cut through the water furiously until his arms felt too heavy to continue.

Later that night in his room he thought about her as he never had before. He reflected on his feelings and wondered what they could possibly mean. Sure he looked forward to their sessions more and more each day and sometimes when they talked, he felt as if he could tell her anything. She seemed so different from any of the other women that he had ever known. She certainly didn't look like the women that he was use to, for she was certainly no beauty, but she attractive, and her calm serene manner had a way of making a person take a second look.

He was use to the fast and sophisticated women with their drop-dead gorgeous faces and fake breasts, much like his wife, he thought cynically. Of course Sara was nothing like Clair, and that was a good thing. Chad didn't think there would be anyone like his wife, but that was neither here nor there. He closed his eyes, and didn't realize he drifted off until he heard a light tap on his door, which was a bit strange because no one bothered him around this time.

Before he cold utter a word, a silent figure slipped into his room. He said up in his bed to protest when he saw that that person was Sara clad only in a silk robe. "What----?" he began but she silenced him by placing her finger against his lips.

"Don't speak please," she whispered in a throaty voice, "today, by the pool, I felt it too." She undid the sash of her rob, and shrugged out of it, letting the silk slid down her body to a puddle at her feet. His eyes hungrily surveyed her body talking in every inch. She wasn't voluptuously curved like the women that he was use to but as her bathing suit had hinted earlier, she was perfectly proportioned, and he wanted very much to run his hands along her body.

"Come here," he commanded, and walked over to him shyly. He was harder at that moment than he cold ever remember being and it hurt. When she joined him on the bed, he pulled her roughly to him kissing her in a way a starving man would partake in his first meal in months. He tasted the sweetness of her mouth as his tongue touched every crevice of her open lips. He continued to taste her as he trailed kisses down her neck nibbling at her flesh.

She moaned softly, as she squirmed at the sensual delights that he was creating within her. His hands roamed as her mouth tasted her, first cupping her breasts and squeezing firmly, and massaging them with a possessiveness that made her quiver. His hand went lower still, roaming momentarily over her flat stomach, before tangling through the soft hair at her throbbing wetness. The lips of her pussy were swollen in anticipation. He ran his fingers along the slit only teasing at first. He withdrew that finger to taste the tangy liquid.

"You taste good," he whispered in her ear. He returned his finger, to penetrate her fully. She gasped, and he added yet another finger. She wrapped her arms tight around him murmuring incoherent words. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, and she convulsed over and over against him. Her hand then reached for his own throbbing erection and she began to work it in an up and down motion. She pulled back from him to position herself over his cock. As she was able to straddle him, something began to buzz.

"What's that?" she asked.

"My alarm clock," he answered. Damn It. It had seemed so real, but it was just a dream. Though it was just a dream, he was hard as a rock. His body was covered in a film of cool sweat and his breathing was heavy. He couldn't believe how Sara had slipped so close into his consciousness that she would have this overwhelming affect on him. One thing was certain now - when he was back on his feet and walking again there was no way he would let that be the end between Sara and himself, especially since it had yet to begin.

To Be Continued...



From Afar Ch. 04



till reeling in the newness of his feelings for her, Chad pretended as if nothing had changed. He didn't want to say anything to her until he himself could be sure if she would receptive to his advances, and surely he would have to wait until he was walking again, because no woman, wanted a cripple he was sure. He began to tackle their sessions with a new vigor that wasn't there before.

After weeks of hard work and patience, Chad took his first steps with the add of a walker. To Chad, his walking again was getting him closer to his goal to tell Sara what he was feeling and this only made him work harder at achieving that goal. Sara on the other hand was slowly withering away inside. Knowing that she loved him so much and that he could possibly never return was something that she had learned to live with, but being with him for the past few months almost everyday, talking to him, touching him, knowing that when he was on his feet again he would walk out of her life was just too much.

She became withdrawn and quiet, not talking, or laughing and joking as they had done before. She began to lose sleep and ear little. Chad noticed the change in her and commented on it on day, just as they were finishing up one of their sessions. "Sara, what's wrong? You haven't been yourself lately, and you look as you haven't slept in days." He said in a concerned voice. Sara merely smiled weakly and shrugged. 'Oh, it's nothing really, I might be coming down with something." Not believing her for a second but not wanting to call her on it, Chad let it go though his concern was still obvious.

A month passed and by this time, Chad was walking with the aide of a cane. It was time for their sessions to come to an end. Though she couldn't bear it, she knew that there was no putting it off. For their last time together, as patient and therapist, she put on her best happy face for him. They went through their last session as they had any other and when they were finished Chad suggested a cup of coffee in the cafeteria.

"So are you excited about leaving the clinic, and being getting back into the swing of things," she asked lightly.

"Yes, I am. You know when I learned that I would never play football again, I didn't think that life would be worth living anymore, I mean, especially after what happened to my kid and all, but now..."

"Now?' she prompted?

"Now, I realize that there is so much to live for, so much that I can do. You know, I was offered a job as a color commentator for one of the major networks." He grinned slyly.

"Will you take it?"

"Well, probably, but maybe not until the next season, so I still have some time. In the meantime there are something's that I want to do, like traveling, skydiving, climbing a mountain, but most of all, there's a certain someone that I would like to get to know better. I'm hoping I can persuade her to do all those things with me," he said a bit sheepishly.

Sara kept her eyes lowered so he wouldn't read her thoughts which would surely be evident if he looked into her eyes. She took a sip of her coffee to gather the words to respond to that statement. 'Well, I'm sure that any woman will be pleased to do those things with you. Did you meet her here at the clinic? I didn't think you had a lot of social time," she noted lightly.

"Well, I had plenty of time to get to know this person. I mean I don't know everything about her but I would like to get to know her better. what I do know about her, I like. She compassionate, a good listener, sweet, and I get so lost in her eyes, I get tongue tied." He spoke from his heart hoping that she would know that he was referring to her. Sara didn't. Her old scars were still too deep for her to recognize that the man she had loved from afar for so many years was returning that love and then some.

"I wish you success in your venture. May I ask you a personal question, and you don't have to answer if you don't want to really?" Sara finally got the courage to ask him the question that had been on her mine since they had met again.

"Of course, you can ask me anything Sara," he reached across the table to give her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Well, I was wondering, if you still miss your wife and if you think about her." She blushed because she knew that it was probably a raw subject with him but her curiosity got the better of her.

To her surprise he answered quite bluntly. "I think about her sometimes yes, but I don't miss her. I rue the day I put that ring on her finger." So stunned was she by his admission, she almost choked on her coffee. "you seem surprised," he observed with a rye smile on his lips. "I know it might be an out of the ordinary for me to admit such a thing but it's utterly true. I think toward the end of our marriage I hated her. You can't keep hating a dead person, but I curse her for every day she lived for killing our son."

Sara gasped. She had thought his first confession shocking but this one beat the previous one hands down. "I thought it was a car accident that had killed them." 'It was, but it was her fault. I take responsibility for part of it myself, but she had left the house in a rage and before I knew it she had sped off, with our son. She had been drinking and......" his voice wavered and he looked away embarrassed at the tears forming in his eyes.

"You don't have to go on if you don't want to. I should never have asked you to begin with."

"No, it's okay, I want to tell you. You see, Clair and I were high school sweethearts, but you know she and I were thrown together more than anything really. You see, I was the captain of the football team, and she was the head cheerleader, so it just seemed right that we should be together. Of course at the time I had no problem with that, she was the most popular, and prettiest girl in school and I felt that I deserved the best. I think my ego was pretty huge back then. Anyway, I knew that she had a bit of a mean streak and some selfish tendencies, but that didn't matter because she was all sugar and spice with me.

"I went to college and she came along with me, and we kind of stayed together because I genuinely thought that I loved her. I had never been with anyone as long as when I was with her so I figured it was love, so I asked her to marry me, and we got married as soon as I got drafted to the NFL. As soon as we were married, that when she changed. It wasn't all at once but there was subtle changes. The first thing was her refusal to work, and this after she use to tell me that no matter how much money I made she would want to be independent. I didn't really mind so much about the work thing because I didn't want her to work anyway, but I just felt a little uneasy because she had made such a big deal about it in the first place.

"She loved to shop all day and go to the beauty shops or whatever she did, so I know she had a lot of time to herself. I had always wanted a big family, so when I suggested it to her she laughed it off and said she wasn't interested in starting a family because it would ruin her figure. That was big lie number two. She didn't seem interested in sex after a while either, always complaining of a headache or that my technique was all wrong. After that I lost interest in her, she certainly didn't mind because she then she could devote more time on her favorite person. Herself. She loved to throw wild parties, and be the center of attention, and to me that got old real fast.

"When I wasn't on the road with my team, I would find excuses to be away from the house. I'm ashamed to admit it but that's when I turned to other women. The life of a pro athlete can be pretty wild and with the fame and fortune come the groupies. Every city there would be women waiting at my hotel to get a piece of me and I gave in. I think Clair knew about it, but I don't think she minded as long as she got to spend my money.

"Well, there was this as I grew more disenchanted with my home life I went to my lawyers to talk about divorce proceedings. Fool, that I am, I told Clair about it afterward, and she made a tearful plea for me to give the marriage another chance. She said that we could start a family. At first I wasn't receptive to the idea, because by this time I was really tired of her, but she cried and begged, and the thought of kids did appeal to me, so we gave the marriage another chance.

"A year later our son, Joey was born, and he was everything to me. Clair was the loving devoted wife for that reconciliation period up until the birth of our son. I think she resented the fact that she was had to have the baby to hold on to her meal ticket, and from the beginning, she had no interest in him. When I wasn't home she would give his care over to a nanny, and went on her wild way. It seemed that motherhood had not mellowed her, but made her worst, much worst. She started drinking and throwing parties, and I think towards the end she started talking drugs. I didn't know about this until, I had come home one night from being on the road, and I found my son walking around in his diaper with a roomful of strangers.

"There were people there drinking and doing coke, and I think there was someone shoot up on my sofa. Clair of course was in the middle of the room, dancing suggestively with only her panties, on while one guy behind her was playing with her ass, the guy in front of her was playing with her tits. In front of our god damn son! That fucking bitch did it in front of out two year old son. I think I could have committed murder that night, but calmly, I scooped my son up, changed his very soiled diaper and put him to bed.

"I then walk downstairs with my shot gun and told everyone in the room to get out or I would start shooting. The gun wasn't even loaded but they seemed to think so. When everyone had cleared out Clair came flying at me in a rage. I grabbed her, and shook her until her teeth rattled, and I threw her on the ground. I told her to get out and if she came back, I was calling the police.

"After that I went upstairs, locked oour bedroom door, and I thought that was that. About fifteen minutes, later I heard tires screeching, and I knew that she was drunk, but I didn't care if she live or died at that point. Little did I know that she had taken out son with her. I'll never forget the moment when the police knocked on my door," he finished, a single tear falling down his cheek.

Her own tears fell unheeded by such a tale of woe. "I'm so sorry," was the only thing she could think to say.

"Well, I've come to terms with it, but the irony of the whole situation is that we appeared to everyone else to be the all-American couple, but we were probably the most dysfunctional couple since Bonnie and Clyde. I know now that I never really loved her. I loved the image that she projected because that was what I thought I was supposed to have. I am so glad to have shared that with you. That's been weighing on my mind for a long time, and I'm glad to finally get it out. These last few months have taught me that I have the strength be Chad Green. Not the one golden boy that everyone expects me to be but just the regular guy, and I have you to thank Sara," he said tenderly, getting up to sit next to her.

Tenderly he brushed the tears from her cheek, and kissed each in turn, before placing a kiss on her quivering lips. Just as he had dreamed, her lips were as sweet as nectar. He put his hands through her and deepened the kiss as his tongue entered her mouth. How long they kissed neither knew, but Sara was the one that pulled away. They were in the middle of a crowded cafeteria, and here they were like a couple of teenagers.

"I have to go." She got up abruptly to leave. 'Good luck with everything, and take care," she turned away walking away swiftly breaking into a run once she was out of his sight. She found the nearest restroom and crouched against the wall and burst into tears. How could this happen? Why had he kissed when he had told her not too long before that he had met someone? How could he kiss her, and make all her dreams come true, only to make her realizes that they were simply that? Just dreams.

As Sara huddled on the bathroom floor crying Chad sat at the table, nonplused. He was so sure that she had wanted him too. He thought that after telling her the truth about his marriage, she would perhaps open up her heart to him a little but something was holding her back. Something then came to him. She had told him in the beginning about a guy she had loved. Was it possible that she still carried a torch and was unable to feel anything for him.

Whoever his guy was he must have been a jerk. If Sara loved him, he wouldn't be so nonchalant about it. Now, that he could walk again, there was nothing that going to stop him, from winning her. The only matter of it was how.

To Be Continued...



From Afar Ch. 05



She was so embarrassed about the way things had ended between them. Sara had wished that she could end things with a little more dignity, perhaps with a handshake or maybe a hug not giving off any of her feelings. instead she had run off in tears like a blithering idiot. She had been to embarrassed to see him off, and she called in sick for the rest off the week after that day. Knowing that she would never see him again was somewhat soothing to her wounded pride, but that in itself was a double-edged sword.

On the one hand if there was no more contact with him, she would never have to hear about this new woman in his life, and she could pretend that things were always as they had been before he had reenter her life. On the other hand, she would never see his face again, not able to laugh with him, to see his smile, or to admire the way his eyes changes colors to match his mood. Shortly after their last meeting, Sara decided to take some time off and go on a trip, preferably someplace warm and sunny where she could lie on the beach and forget that Chad Green ever existed. Within a few days she was boarding a plane to Jamaica.

Just as Sara was getting on the plane, Chad was knocking on her door apartment door. After a few day of trying to find out where she lived, he had finally succeeded he didn't know how she would react to see him. He had tried to catch her at work only to find out that she had taken some leave and would be back at an indefinite time.

No one at the clinic was able to give him information on where she lived or a phone number since she wasn't listed in any phone books. It took the aide of a detective agency to find out where she lived, and he felt a bit like a stalker but that couldn't be helped. For the first time in his life he was in love. Really in love. She would come home eventually, and when she did, he would be there waiting for her.

As Chad was walking away from the door of her apartment, Sara was sitting of the beach taking in the sun. This rest and relaxation was what she needed, and as she lay there on the warm sand, she could pretend that the last few months had never happened. The sun against her skin felt terrific. On her arrival to the island she had thrown caution to the wing and purchased her first two piece bathing suit which was actually a string bikini with a thong bottom. The old Sara would have never thought to wear something so daring, her body wasn't bad so why shouldn't she be like the other women on the beach. She had even gotten her hair braided by an old Jamaican woman.

Sara was lying on her back with her eyes, closed when a shadow came over her. She frowned not opening her eyes, she could have sworn that the weather forecast had called for sunny weather all day. "Excuse me miss." Came a smooth baritone voice above her. She opened her eyes, to see a tall blonde man standing over her. "Chad?" The name escaped her lips before she realized that she had uttered them.

"Pardon me?" the man asked puzzled. Turning a beet red she slowly sat up. "I'm sorry, you looked like someone I know."

"A boyfriend?" he asked, while presumptuously taking a seat next to her in the sand.

"No, not a boyfriend. What were you standing over me for? Did you want something?" She asked wearily. This guy looked so like Chad that the resemblance was a bit disconcerting, from the golden blonde hair, the broad shoulders, the easy smile? He could have probably passed for Chad if not for the British sounding accent.

"Well, I saw you laying on the beach for quite a while and I was thinking that it was time that you applied some more sunblock. This sun can be a killer," he suggested.

"Thank you, that's very considerate of you Mr...." "Wilde. Greg Wilde, but please call me Greg, and if I might be so bold to ask your name?"

"Sara." She offered her hand to him which instead of shaking it he put it lightly to his lips. She blushed furiously. He was really quite charming, and he looked so much like Chad, she liked him right off.

"If you would allow me to apply some sunblock on your back, you can do the rest."

"Sure," she said rolling on her stomach handing him her bottle. Something in the back of her mind was sending off warning signals. Perhaps it wasn't so wise to get too friendly with someone she had just met, but she instantly shook that feeling off. Obviously he was just a friendly person. "So who, is this Chad person?" he asked casually as he applied the cool lotion onto her skin.

"Oh, just a guy I know. So tell, me about you. Where is that accent from?" She immediately changed the subject.

"Australian, born and bred. Are you here by yourself?"

"Yes, I needed a little R&R. How about you?"

"Yes, I'm here on my own as well. I was supposed to come with a couple of mates of mine but something came up the last minute for both of them so, it's just me. And you know something Sara, I'm glad," he smiled down at her, and she turned around to look at him, and returned that smile.

Chad patiently waited for Sara to come home. A week passed and then another week. After the third week, he decided that he was tired of waiting. He was going go get his woman.

After that first meeting, Sara and Greg were inseparable. Sara, enjoyed Greg's company immensely. They went windsurfing, snorkeling, and parasailing together. Greg was so charming that sometimes he was almost too good to be true at times but then Sara would shrug off her uneasiness and not think about it again. They dined regularly at the hotel restaurant, but one day Greg suggested that they try this exclusive club that he had heard about. Sara looked forward to this change of venue, and had even bought a little red dress. It was the slinkiest thing that she had ever owned. When she tried it on the silk hugged her every curve of her body. It was the kind of dress that needed no bra. The back was cut low to her waist and the skirt of the dress ended at mid-thigh. She had to admit that this dress was something else, and when she saw Greg later that night, he thought so too. His eyes, roved appreciatively over her body.

The club was very nice. Low lights slow music, and good food. When they danced and he held her close, Sara closed her eyes, and imagined that she was in the arms of another blonde broad shouldered male. It didn't matter at that moment that she could never have him but at that moment it didn't matter. She was so into the moment that when Greg kissed her hair, she didn't object. As his hand moved over her bare back pulling her closer, she looked up at him and their lips met. In her mind it Chad she was kissing but it didn't matter. His hands roamed more freely over her body, but she was so entranced by the moment that she didn't pull away. "Let's go back to the hotel" he whispered in her ear. She merely let him guide her off the dance floor and out of the club.

He led her back to his hotel room, and before the door could even close, he pulled her roughly in his arms for a demanding kiss. That was when she finally came to her senses. She pulled away. "Greg, let's not ruin this friendship. I have enjoyed my time here with you but I think we both got a little carried away tonight," she tried to let him down as gently as she could.

"You don't mean that. You wanted me at the club." He reached for her and she side stepped him easily.

"I know I might have given you the wrong impression at the club but I didn't mean this to happen."

"If you didn't want me, then why did you wear that dress?"

"I thought it would be appropriate for the club that we were at. Where is this coming from? I thought we were friends?"

"We are, sweetie. Let me show you how friendly I can be." This time when he reached for her he succeeded in pulling her close. His mouth fastened hungrily on her. He wrenched her head away though she was unable to break the band of his arms around her.

"Let go of me, I want to go to my own room."

"No way baby, you've been giving me the come one for the last few weeks now, and tonight you dressed liked a little tart and expected me to be satisfied with a little peck on the check. Well, think again, baby because tonight you pay the piper," and with that his mouth descended once more. Sara blood went cold with fear, this wasn't the friendly guy that she had gotten to know, how she ever have gotten mixed up with this animal. The harder she fought against him the tighter his arms around her became until he was almost squeezing the air out of her lungs. She stopped struggling for a minute to see if he would relax his hold.

When his hold loosed she pulled her arm free, and raked her nails across his face. He retaliated, by backhanding her to the floor. "You little bitch. I was going to be gentle, but now you can forget about it. I'm going to show you what happens to little cock teasers like you," he joined her one the floor. She kicked and clawed but she was no match for her man who had her by at least a foot, and out weighed her by at least a hundred pounds. He grabbed her dress forcefully ripping the front to expose her bare breasts. As she was about to let out a scream, his hand came around her throat, cutting off her air.

"Shut the fuck up you little bitch, or I swear I'll kill you." He face took on an evil gleam. How could she have thought that he looked anything like her beloved Chad? His hand moved roughly up her thigh to find the panties beneath and tear them to sheds. She began to squirm when his finger pushed roughly into the dry passage of her vagina. She whimper at the pain, but she was too terrified to scream at this point. His finger continued to rape her and the pain was unbearable.

"You like that don't you, you little slut," he sneered and his other hand roughly grabbed her breast. She wanted to die. Sara couldn't believe this was happening to her, on her vacation. At that moment the phone rung and broke into the trance that she had fallen in.

"Goddammit." Greg muttered, still above her as if deciding to answer it or not. That slight hesitation was all she needed. With a superhuman strength she didn't know she possessed she push him off, and scrambled for the door. She had stunned him so when she had pushed him off that by the time he was on his feet after her, she was out the door.

When she enter the hallway torn dress and all she let out the most blood curdling scream she could and she ran, not knowing where she was headed. She got no further than the lobby of the hotel when she ran into what felt like a brick wall. She looked up, to see that it wasn't a brick wall that she had run into at all.

"Oh my god," muttered the man as he took in her ragged, frightened appearance.

Sara could only look up at him with tear filled eyes, "Chad, you came," she whispered before collapsing into his arms.



From Afar Ch. 06



Chad had had a hell of a time trying to track her down, first asked her neighbor where Sara might have gone but the old lady didn't seen to know or refused to cooperate. He made sure to give her his number in case she was contacted by Sara, stressing that it was of the utmost importance. He then tried he work once more inquiring if they might know where she was vacationing. He was faced with a dead end there as well.

A few days after visiting Sara's neighbor, he received a phone call. "This is Mrs. Goldstein, you know Sara's neighbor. I'm taking care of her cat. Do you remember me?"

"Yes, of course I remember you," he said a bit impatiently.

"Well, you seemed like such a nice man, I really felt bad about lying to you. You see, I received a postcard from her on that very same day you arrived. I didn't know what to make of you so I thought it would be best not to tell you anything. She's such a nice girl. What's an old lady to think when some strange man comes around? The night after you left, me and Ajax, that's Sara's cat and Artumus my parrot were watching television I said to them, we'll I'll be that that nice young man that came over here to my house. You were in a commercial. I figured if you are on television, then you really can't be all that bad."

Chad let Mrs. Goldstein talk although he wished she would get to the point. "Well, the postcard I received is from Jamaica. Have you ever been there? I hear it's lovely. I think it would be wonderful to be there right now, especially with this lousy weather you know. When I was young----"

"Mrs. Goldstein," he finally interrupted knowing that if he didn't this woman could go on and on. "Does the postcard indicate what part of Jamaica she's in?"

"Oh well, there's a picture of Montego Bay on the front and she does mention in the card, the hotel she's staying at. She says it's quite lovely, but you know when I was young----"

"Excuse me but I would really appreciate if I could have that information," he interrupted once more. After what seemed like forever he was able to extract the from her Sara's whereabouts. "Thank you for your time Mrs. Goldstein but I am in quite a hurry now." He hung up with a quick good-bye.

On the other end of the line Mrs. Goldstein, was quite put out. "Well, I never. He seems much nicer on television," she spoke to Artumus.

The next day Chad was on a plane to the islands. As he sat there in anticipation he wondered what it would be like when he saw her. Would she come to him willingly if he explained how he felt? He was sure that she felt something for him or she wouldn't have kissed him the way she did. He had never been so nervous about a woman in his life. It had all been so easy for him since grade school, the girls practically falling in his lap. He never had to work for it, but now he sat here feeling as if his whole future rested on the fate of this trip. He shuddered to think of a future without her.

Sitting at the bar of the hotel, he took his third drink of whiskey. How could he have waited so long? Instinct had told him to come after her right away and now he was too late. Damn! He had made it to the hotel just in time to see Sara looking sensational in a red dress, stepping out with some blonde Ken on her arm. He quickly hid behind a large potted plant so that she wouldn't see him. The man beside her looked slid his arm around Sara's waist possessively and Chad wanted to knock the smile off of this unknown man's face. Sara was smiling as they walked out of the hotel together.

Chad could feel his heart plummet. It hadn't occurred to him that there might be someone that Sara was with on this trip. In his arrogance he thought he could just fly down to Jamaica, tell her that he loved her and they would live happily ever after like the storybooks read, only it didn't turn out the way that he expected. Sara was out with someone else looking more beautiful that he could ever imagine and he was here at the bar downing whiskey as if it were water. He would have to see about taking the next flight back home and never think about this night again.

"Hi handsome, would you like some company?" asked a voice next to him. He looked over, to see a voluptuous redhead in a miniskirt and halter top standing beside him. He shrugged not caring one way or the other. The woman was obviously a prostitute. She slid in the seat next to him. "What's a handsome man like you doing without a date tonight?" she asked coyly.

Not wanting to participate in a conversation he merely shrugged once more. She pouted prettily showing off her full lips to their advantage.

"My name is Rita by the way. You look pretty down in the dumps. Why don't you buy me a drink and tell me all about it," she suggested boldly? Chad turned to her finally annoyed that she hadn't taken the hint. He gave her a stare that would intimidate the most thick skinned of people. Rita blushed embarrassed that her charms obviously left him cold. "I'm sorry, she got up hastily.

"No, wait," he stopped her from leaving. The woman, was just trying to make a living after all, "I was rude, I apologize. What kind of drink would you like?"

"Gin and Tonic. So tell me, what's your name handsome?" Once again, she was in the role of seductress.

"Chad." He ordered her a drink, and they chatted for a bit. The chatted about mundane topics like the weather and island life but whenever Rita tried to find out anything more, Chad would expertly change the subject to something more general. After a while, Rita went in for the kill.

"You know sweetie, we could have a much better conversation in your room perhaps. You do have one here don't you." She suggested. Chad gave her a long hard look. She was a pretty lady, and it had been a while since he had been laid. What the hell, if he couldn't have Sara, then at least the trip wouldn't be a total loss. "Yea come on, let's go to my room."

Once there, she let him know a few things before they proceeded. "Before I let this go any further lover, I want you to know that I don't come for free," she looked at him while playing with her breasts through the halter top, her green eyes flashing.

"I knew that already. My only question is only how much it will cost me." She smiled and disclosed to him the price of her services for the night. He didn't bat an eye of course, but simply took some bills from his wallet and laid it on the table. He took a seat in the corner of the room. "I want to see you get yourself off first," he ordered. This was something that he use to enjoy watching all his groupies do for him when he was on the road.

Rita pulled down her top to reveal magnificent chest. Her breast were large, and round with rose colored nipples jutting out asking to be sucked. She pinched each nipple between her forefingers and thumbs, rolling the hardened peaks. She ran her tongue suggestively around her lips and continued to massage her breasts. She then placed a hand on her thigh and moved up slowly hiking the skirt around her waist, to reveal that she wore no underwear. She turned around to show off a firm round ass, bending over to squeeze the ample flesh. She stuck a fingered her asshole going in and out and Chad could tell that she was really beginning to get off on the attention that he was paying to her.

She the turned around and turned her attention to her cunt that was already dripping from the stimulation of her ass being fingered. She ran her fingers lightly over her pussy lips. She then laid on the bed and opened her legs wide to reveal her moist pink cunt to him more fully. She rubbed her clit in a circular motion moaning at the sensation. She buried a finger in her pussy and then two. Chad watched in amazement as she added yet another finger, stretching herself wide open. she played with her pussy with one hand while the other was roaming freely all over her body. Her eyes rolled to the back of he head as she continued.

She finger fucked herself slowing until building up into a frenzy. She thrashed on the bed moaning loudly as she came. Her cum oozed down her hand. She looked him straight in the eye, while proceeding to lick every drop from her wet hand. Chad sat there watching, unmoved. He did feel a little stirring but that was it. Any other time, the sight of a naked woman playing with herself on his bed would have stimulated him, he couldn't keep his mind off of Sara.

"Why don't you come over here lover," she invited from the bed. Chad got up and went to sit next to her on the bed.

He kissed her check, " I really enjoyed that, and I appreciate the offer of your company tonight but I think that I need to be alone tonight," he said pulling out his wallet to place more bills in her hand. Rita tried to hide her disappointment because she had really been looking forward to having sex with this Adonis. It wasn't often that her clients were as young and handsome as this stud before her but who was she to get upset, he paid quite handsomely.

After she was dressed and about to head out the door, "If you change your mind, I'll be at the bar until closing." Chad nodded and let her go. He needed to air. Maybe a walk along the beach would clear his head and then her could call the airline when he returned.

His walk on the beach certainly sobered him up. He thought a lot about his future, and how he would proceed from now on. Though it seemed grim, he knew that he was strong enough to handle it on his on. Sara had taught him that. As he entered the lobby, he heard the most horrific scream. It was only seconds later that a figure in red collided with him. His arms went immediately around the figure, and her was stunned to see that it was Sara, looking disheveled and frightened.

She looked up at him. "Chad, you came," she said before fainting.



From Afar Ch. 07



Chad tightened his arms around Sara's limp body as curious onlookers gathered around them. The little bald hotel manager approached him. "Is the young lady okay? Shall I call for the hotel doctor?" he asked. Sara who was struggling against the unconsciousness snapped up at the word doctor. "No!" she moaned pitifully, winding her arms tightly around Chad's next and burying her face in the warmth of his chest. "The lady doesn't want to see a doctor. I'm in charge of her now, so if you could step aside I can take her to get some rest." Chad spoke in a voice that held no room for argument. The manager looked uncertain at first, then so the no nonsense look in the blonde giants eyes, besides the sooner they left the lobby, the lobby would clear from all the people that had assembled. Chad carefully lifted Sara in his arms and took to his room.

He laid her gently on the bed. Sara lay there immobile though her eyes were wide open. "We have to get you out of this dress. You'll have to give me the key to your room so I can get your nightdress or something," he spoke gently.

"No! Please don't leave me Chad. I'm so scared," she got up on her knees and flung her arms around him tightly and sobbed wildly. When her tears subsided a bit he asked the question that had been on his mind the moment he say her in the lobby.

"Who did this to you?" he asked harshly.

"Greg Wilde did it. I thought he was my friend and he..." and with that she broke into fresh tears. He smoothed her hair while she cried, damning the bastard who had done this to her. He vowed that he would find the this Greg Wilde, and if he didn't kill him, he would sure as hell beat the crap out of him.

"It's going to be all right. I'm hear now," he whispered in her ear. She seemed to calm down at his soothing words. He held Sara until she had fallen asleep in his arms. When she was finally asleep he unwrapped himself from her. She was so pale his heart squeezed at the sight. She looked so helpless, and beautiful lying there. He knew that he could stare all night but he had to get her out of the torn dress that was nearly exposing all of her assets. He gently worked the dress off her body. The only thing she wore underneath was the briefest of bikini panties. He gasped at the perfection of her body. Her small firm breasts were crowned with nipples of a deep pink, that begged to be kissed.

Although he felt like a total asshole, he couldn't stop himself from leaning over and putting his lips to one waiting peak. He kissed it, and straightened back up, then he leaned over once more to take it more fully into his mouth enjoying the taste of her. He sucked lightly until a moan escaped her lips. He straightened up once more hoping that what he had done had not woken her up. She just lay there, out cold. He felt like a major dick for taking advantage of this woman when she was in such a state. After that he swiftly retrieved one of his T-shirts and slipped in on her, and then tucked her soundly under the covers. He watched her for a few moments to see if there were any signs of her waking but she showed none.

Now was a good time to slip out and handle some business.

He had no problem at all finding Greg Wilde's room. The hotel receptionist was only too happy to give Chad Greg's room number when he flashed her that winning smile of his. It was nearly three in the morning but Chad didn't care. He was going to get that bastard. When he found the room that he was looking for, he banged on the door unmercifully. "What the fuck!" He heard a voice say through the door.

After a couple minutes, the door was answered, and to Chad's surprise it was Rita, the prostitute that he had been with earlier in the evening. She was wearing nothing but a sheet and had a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

"Well, well, you've come for some after all lover? It's too late now, and I got me someone who can get it up," she added a bit maliciously, "we don't want to be disturbed so be a good boy and maybe I can squeeze you in for tomorrow night." She was about to close the door but

Chad pushed the door roughly knocking the unsuspecting prostitute out of the way. "Hey, you can't just barge in here like that, she yelled at him as he made his way to the bed to see a man lying on the bed naked as the day he was born smoking a joint. "This is a private party mate." The man on the bed said lazily taking another puff of weed.

"Are you Greg Wilde?" Chad demanded.

"Maybe, who wants to know?" he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, by now, Rita had rejoined him on the bed and proceeded to give the man a blowjob. She seemed to be deriving pleasure from having the man who had rejected her earlier watch her perform, though it left Chad cold.

Trying to control the uncontrollable rage that he was feeling at the moment he said through clench teeth, "Rita, you have two minutes to get dressed and get out of this room. If you chose to stay, I won't be held responsible for your physical safety." She stopped what she was doing to give him and cold stare and an angry retort, but the look in his eyes, told her that she didn't want to stick around to see what would happen. Hastily she leapt off the bed and got dressed.

Finally Greg was angry. "Where the hell are you going?" he demanded. Rita didn't say anything - she gathered the rest of what she was unable to get on and left the room in a hurry. 'You stupid bitch!" Greg yelled at the door when she was gone, and then he turned to the angry stranger in front of him. He leaped out of the bed, still naked but uncaring. "Who the fuck do you think you are, coming in my room like-----"

Greg didn't even finish the sentence before Chad's fist connected with his mouth. The force of the blow threw Greg back against the wall. "Oh, my toof, you bloody bastard. I fink I swallowed it. Greg cupped his bleeding mouth, upon seeing the blood, he too was then filled with rage.

"You remember Sara don't you? You like playing rough with defenseless women, well how about picking on someone your own size. I bet you can't can you," Chad taunted. "I think you don't have the balls to come and get a piece of this. I'll tell you what. I'll let you take your best shot." Chad presented his jaw as target. When Greg just stood there uncertainly, Chad grinned menacingly. "That's what I thought, you're a big pussy." Chad laughed.

This finally incensed Greg and he charged at Chad knocking Chad to the ground where he followed. Chad, caught him on the side of the face and Greg dealt him a blow of his own. The two men pummeled each other for what seemed like an hour, but Chad remembering what this creep had done to the woman he loved, felt a new rush of anger. That anger gave him his second wind. Chad grabbed rolled on top of Greg and grabbed him by the hair and began to bang it violently against the floor. Greg, was now by this time screaming in agony. When Greg stopped screaming and lay perfectly still, Chad was sure that he had killed him.

He stood up over the still body and looked dispassionately. He turned to leave when he was kicked in the kidney. Greg had been playing possum and his eyes gleamed evilly when Chad bent over from the blow. Greg jumped to his feet and grabbed a handful of Chad's shirt to swing him around. He dealt Chad a blow to the stomach and when Chad bent over he swung again only to be blocked this time. His anger was thus resurrected and Chad threw a powerful punch which connected with Greg's jaw, and there was an awful crack indicating that the force of the blow had broken Greg's jaw. Greg crumpled unconsciously to the ground.

Even with him victim on the ground, Chad kicked at the unmoving form over and over again not caring if he were dead or alive. He didn't know what stopped him, but he turned away from the body in disgust. As he walked out the door, he was relieved to hear the sound of shallow breathing coming from the body. At least he wouldn't have to go to jail for murdering the no good bastard.

Chad returned to the room where Sara was still sleeping soundly. He took off his clothes and joined her in the bed, and pulled her body close. He lay awake for a while just listening to her breathe and kissing her hair every so often. In the morning he would tell her that he loved her, and with that thought he drifted off to sleep.

To Be Continued...



From Afar Ch. 08



When Sara woke the next mourning she was surprised to feel the warmth of a body next to her. She looked over to see Chad's sleeping form next to her. Oh my goodness, she thought to herself. It wasn't a dream after all. The events of the previous night came flooding back and she slid out of the bed hastily.

What was she doing here in his bed, and how was she going to get out of the room without waking him? The thought of facing him in the light of day was too mortifying. What could he possibly be thinking? She realized that she was simply wearing an over sized button-up T-shirt that didn't belong to her. Chad's. He obviously undressed her last night as well. She blushed furiously at the thought of him seeing her naked body.

While she was looking around for something to wear, she didn't hear the footfalls behind her. "I hope you're not getting dressed to run out on me." Chad murmured in her ear.

She gave a frightened squeak. "You startled me," she turned around not looking him in the eyes be because he had guessed exactly what she planned to do.

His hand grazed her cheek gently causing her to look at him. "Sara, why are you running away. Why do you keep running from me? I thought we were friends."

"What are you doing here Chad. Shouldn't you be with this woman that you were telling me about. Don't tell me she turned you down." Sara said a bit bitterly at the last sentence.

He smiled at her for a moment, and then began to laugh. Sara not like the way she was the butt of his joke turned away with angry tears. He could laugh all he wanted but she wasn't going to stick around to share his amusement. 'Sara," he took a hold of her arm and turned her back to him, "for a smart woman you've been quite dense. Haven't you figured out how I feel about you yet?" His eyes looking down in to hers. She searched his face for any signs that showed that he could be teasing her. There were none, and her heart contracted.

She couldn't believe what his words implied. For many years she had loved him and he was just a dream to her, and now here he was. "You don't mean it. You can't," she denied, turning away once more.

"Why can't I? You're warm, giving, and beautiful. How could I not have fallen for you? Sara, I think I loved you since the moment I saw you. I don't think I realized it at the time, but I know feel it in my heart," he said taking her and placing it on his chest. "Fell how my heart beats for you. It's never beat like this for anyone else."

Sara knew that he was tell the truth then. She burst into tears, and he took her in his arms. He stroked her, hair, 'Baby, why are you crying. Surely, me telling you how I feel can't be that bad. If you don't love me back, I'll have to deal with it, but please don't cry, it's breaking my heart."

She looked up at him, "But I'm not crying because I don't love you, I do. I'm crying because, I have loved you for so long and I can't believe that you feel the same way."

"But I do baby, I want you in my life. I want you to be my wife." She gasped at his declaration. Her heart was pounding so fast. If this was a dream she didn't want to wake up.

"You want me to be your wife?"

"Among other things, I want you to be my lover, my best friend, the mother of my children. Sara, since you've come into my life, I can't imagine it without you." As happy as she was, she couldn't help to think about how he would feel when she told him that she had known him since high school.

"Chad, there's really something you ought to know?"

"What's that?"

"Well, in the clinic wasn't the first time we've met." She said a bit shy at the information she was about to share.

"Are you talking about in high school?" he asked.

Sara looked at him taken aback that he knew what she was going to say before she could get it out. "Yes, how did you know?" her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Sara, you can't honestly believe that I wouldn't remember you. I thought about you a lot over the years."

"How is that possible, you couldn't have. I think we exchanged maybe two words in high school."

"I know, but that doesn't mean that I didn't notice you."

"Now I know you're lying," she turned away from him.

"Well, as you know the nature of my wife, you would remember how she would like pick on people she thought were her social inferiors, and it seemed you were a favorite target of hers. She use to point you out to me in the halls, and she would always have something pretty nasty to say. I guess I didn't think much of it back then because that was just how she was but sometimes, I would see you in the hall when she wasn't around and I would think that you were a pretty a brave."

"Me brave? I was a loser. I didn't have any friends," she argued.

"You may not have had any friends, but you were certainly no loser. I know you must have been tormented quite a bit in school, but you never caved. You never let it show, and I admired that. When I graduated and went on to college I still thought about you and wondered how you were coming along, even though I knew you would make it. It wasn't until a few weeks ago, that I happened upon my senior yearbook, and there you were plain as day in the freshman section and I knew that it was by some quirk of fate that we were meant for each other, not that I knew it back then, but even then I thought about you."

"I love you. I have loved you for so long, I don't know what to do now that you're telling me you feel the same. I jus know I'm going to wake up and this will all be a dream, or maybe this is some cruel joke on your part," she said barely above a whisper.

"Never! Maybe you won't believe my words but perhaps you will believe my actions," and with that he took her into his arms and kissed her fiercely. Stunned at first she didn't respond, but as his lips moved over hers, and she felt the slight probing of his tongue she melted against him. He removed her clothing not taking his mouth from hers, and she was so lost that she didn't realize she was nude until she felt the cool air against her skin, but at that point it didn't matter. She twined her arms tightly around his next to snuggle closer to him. Chad's hand roamed over her pliant body starting at the slight curve of her buttocks squeezing the firm mound gently.

He picked her up in his arms and laid her on the bed and backed up to remove his own clothing. "Please hurry," she pleaded waiting to be fulfilled. When he was undressed he laid down beside her on his side, and kissed her forehead.

"Let's not rush this baby. I've waited a long time for this and I want to take my time. She turned on her side towards him and they commenced to explore each other's bodies. His hands fondled her small pert breasts, massaging and fondling her, while her hands played with the hair of his broad chest. She leaned over tentatively to place her tongue to the flat disk of his nipple.

This was the first time that she had ever lain with a naked man and Chad's body was definitely fascinating. She wanted to touch him all over. Although she had never done this before with anyone, instinct led the way. When Chad didn't protest she boldly stroked his chest with her tongue tasting him. Chad shivered slightly at the sensation that she was creating. Sara took over then and moved future down with her exploration, taking her tongue to his navel, delving in the slight indention before continuing on to his very swollen penis.

Though she had never been this close to a live penis before she suspected that Chad's was larger than average, having to be at least eight or nine inches. She grasped it with her hand barely and rubbed the head against her lips. It was smooth like velvet against her mouth. She licked the glistening drop at the crown of his shaft. Chad groaned wiggling his hips in anticipation of what was to come. Sara did not disappoint as she slowly put her mouth over his pulsing member sucking as much of him into her mouth as she could get.

"Oh, baby!" Chad sighed as he bucked his hips thrusting into her mouth. Sara nearly gagged at the having the shear size of him being rammed down her throat, but after experimenting for a few more minutes, she found that is she angled her head in the right way she could get take it all in her mouth completely, letting it slide past her gag reflex smoothly down her throat. Chad having such a large cock did often get it sucked quite the way Sara was going at it and he knew that any moment he would spew cum all over the place.

"Sara, you have to stop, I'm about to cum," he warned.

She looked up shyly at him, "It's okay, 'I'll....swallow it."

"You don't have to."

"I want to," she assured and grasped his cock so firmly in her hand that his cum shot out like a fountain. Sara quickly placed her mouth over it and begin to slurp the emerging white fluid. What she wasn't able to catch, she licked up afterwards. Chad was moved by her selflessness. He pulled her up against him and kissed her deeply tasting himself on her mouth.

"It's only fair that I return the favor now," he murmured before beginning an exploration of his own with his tongue. He licked and sucked on her nipples making her moan shamelessly. His tongue touched nearly every crevice of her body, running over her stomach, the tops of her thighs. He even turned her around to lick her back and run his tongue between the crack of her ass. He spread her cheeks to kiss her anus. Sara never believed in a million years that she could get so horny from someone touching her there!

He turned her back around and opened her legs more widely before settling between her thighs. His tongue touched the clit, and licked it more aggressively. She tasted so sweet to him. Sara gasped aloud as grabbed his hair, grinding her pussy against his face. This was all it took for Chad to loose control. He lapped at her pussy wildly, sucking, nibbling and slurping at her wetness. He slid a finger into her while he worked on her clit. Sara convulsed, indicating her orgasm.

"I think you're ready," Chad whispered not removing his finger from inside of her. Sara was too busy trying to keep her breathing under control to argue. Chad positioned him self on his knees in front of her, and continued to work his finger in and out of her. She was so tight around his finger that he knew he would have to prepare her before he stuck his dick inside.

"Chad, please make love to me," Sara pleaded needing to be fulfilled completely.

"Are you sure you're ready?" he asked.

"Yes, I'm ready. Please, I need it now!" With no further hesitation, her thrust into her. Sara screamed, not completely from the pain of the first entry but the sensation of him inside of her. He thrust in an out of her going deeper each time. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper still. They moved together matching thrust for thrust. Sara climaxed first and Chad followed soon afterwards. He collapsed on top of her a sweaty heap. He wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"That was the first time for you wasn't it?" he asked.

"Yes, do you mind?"

"No, I am honored. Sara I just want you to know that now that I have you with me, I'm never letting you go." He said fiercely.

Her eyes filled with tears, and she snuggled closer to him. "I don't want you to."

To Be Continued...?



From Afar Ch. 09



Sara sat anxiously in the doctor's waiting room. Her hands shook so badly that she had to firmly clasp them in her lap. She bit her bottom lip nervously. What the hell was taking so long? Her appointment was supposed to be for three, and it was already twenty past the hour.

"Mrs. Green," the perky blonde nurse came out of the waiting room.

Sara stood up rapidly almost losing her balance in the process. "Yes," She answered tentatively.

"Dr. Scott will see you now if you will just follow me," the nurse instructed.

Sara had never seen this particular nurse before. She was a new one. The nurse looked at Sara with a hint of speculation in her eyes. So this was Mrs. Chad Green? She was certainly not the type of woman she would have expected to be married to People's magazine's sexiest man alive.

As if reading the young nurse's thoughts, Sara said, "Sometimes I find it hard to believe myself." The nurse turned red having the good grace to be embarrassed by her train of thought. Sara smiled to herself as she was led into the doctor's office. There was a time when such a look would have intimidated her. People were often surprised after meeting her when they discovered that she was actually married to one of America's darlings. They expected to see some statuesque glamour queen but instead they found small, petite Sara. She was attractive in her own right with her big chocolate brown eyes, pert nose, and a kissable bow shaped mouth. Actually she was quite "cute" but no great beauty. It had taken her a while through trial and tribulation to get to the point where she was so secure in her husband's love that nothing else mattered. What people thought no longer mattered either.

When she entered the doctor's office she took a seat as indicated. Dr. Scott soon entered the room, moments later. He was a man in his early sixties but was very well maintained. It was obvious that he exercised regularly by the shape he was in. His iron gray hair gave him a look of distinction, and he carried himself with a confidence that few demonstrated. He was still a very handsome man. Sara spied the flirtatious smile that the nurse gave Dr. Scott as she sashayed her hips suggestively when she walked out of the office. Dr. Scott took the seat beside Sara instead of taking the seat behind his desk. That was one of the reasons that Sara liked him so much; he was so personable.

He smiled reassuringly at her. "How are you feeling today Mrs. Green?"

"I'm feeling pretty good but I guess I've been on pins and needles since out last appointment. You left a message in my answering machine about the results of my tests. You can't imagine how anxious my husband and I have been which is why I left him home today. I think he's a bigger wreck than I am." she laughed uneasily, "Any news at this point would be better than this waiting, so please be straight with me." Sara almost pleaded, her big brown eyes implored him to tell her the truth.

Over the last few weeks Sara had began to experience bouts of fatigue and nausea. Often she would get dizzy spells and lose of appetite. At her husband's insistence she went to the doctor to have some tests run, and since then she was tied in knots with worry over what could be wrong with her. The C word had crossed her mind a few times and the thought scared the hell out of her. She was only twenty-six for godsake! There was so much more time that she wanted to spend with Chad.

"Well, Mrs. Green, I hope that I can put your mind at rest when I tell you that it's nothing life threatening, that is it isn't as long as you take care of yourself. You'll need to make several more visits here in the coming months," he hinted.

Sara gasped. "Is it very serious?" She asked uncertainly.

Seeing her anxiety the doctor patted her hand. "Pregnancy is a serious thing."

Sara's mouth dropped. Could it be possible? "But you said...." her voice trailed off remembering what he had told her in this very room not even a year ago.

"Sometimes a body takes care of things on it's own. It seems that the damage to your womb after the accident is now completely healed, and I have never been more pleased to be incorrect. I trust that this is welcome news?" he finished smugly.

"Yes!" Sara was so happy that she got up from her seat to give Dr. Scott a big hug.

Sara drove home from her appointment in a state of bliss. She was told that she would never have children naturally and that in itself was a devastating blow but to be told after losing a much wanted child was even harder to take. She had cried for weeks after. It had taken months and almost the end of her marriage before she snapped back to normal. Without her husband her soul would have been lost.

Although the tragedy they suffered was painful, it had brought her and Chad closer together. Sara knew that Chad would be pleased with the pregnancy. He was as eager for children as she was, already having lost his son from his first marriage, he knew that he had hurt too after the accident. She couldn't wait to get home to tell him the news.

As Sara pulled up in the driveway, Chad rushed out of their house. He was by her side by the time she got out of her jaguar. He engulfed her in his arms.

"Baby, how are you? I wish that you would have let me come with you to the doctor," he murmured as he buried his face in her hair.

'"Darling, everything is wonderful! I'm pregnant!" She burst out. She meant to tell him the good news over a romantic dinner but she was too excited to keep the secret to herself. Chad pulled away to look at her for a long moment.

"But I thought-----" Sara placed her finger over his lips to stop his words.

"I thought the same thing too baby, but Dr. Scott said that I have healed. I'll just have to take things easy for the next nine months. How do you feel about it?"

"Chad was silent for a moment. When he didn't say anything for a while.

Sara began to feel a bit uncertain. "Baby?"

His blue eyes stared deeply into hers. "Words are inadequate, for what I'm feeling right now. I think I just have to show you." And with that he swung her in his arms and carried her into their house.

"Where's the staff? She asked as he made his way up the stair with her still in his arms.

"I gave them the day off." Chad strode purposely through their bedroom door and gently placed her on the bed. Sara shivered with anticipation. He slowly undressed while she laid on the bed and watched him. As he removed each article of clothing, he revealed another part of rippling sinewy muscle. She studied her handsome blonde husband and her heart beat faster.

Sometimes it still amazed her that he was hers. When he was fully unclothed, he laid down beside her and began to remove her clothing, kissing every inch of her skin as it was exposed. When they were both completely naked he ran his hands over her still flat stomach.

"Do you think he or she will mind?" he asked. She shook her head unable to speak Already her body was trembling. He kissed her softly on the lips before deepening the kiss. She wound her arms around him returning his kiss, meeting his tongue with hers. His hands ran over her body reverently. Her nipples stiffened like little pebbles at his touch. Impatient, she placed his hand over her breast. He brought his other hand to the other one and began to knead and squeeze them. His mouth soon followed his hands and he took one of her small pert breasts into his mouth.

'Oh, baby," she whispered. While he sucked on her breast he moved his hand down further to play with the swollen lips of her pussy.

His finger slid into the slick folds. 'You're already wet for me." Chad stated.

"Always for you."

"Want me to lick it?"

"Need you ask?" She gently pushed on his shoulders to guide him down her body. His tongue ran a trail between the valley between her breasts to her navel, stopping at the small patch of hair nestled between her thighs. He rubbed his face against it and Sara began to squirm. Her parted the folds of her pussy with his tongue. He ran his tongue up and down continuously from her clit to the crack of her ass. She was literally dripping by the time he really got down to business. He licked her throbbing button relentlessly until she was thrashing uncontrollably on the bed. Her fingers laced through Chad's hair. "Oh baby," she moaned as she bucked her cunt against his face repeatedly. As Chad continued to lick her wet box, he stuck a finger inside of her, working it in and out. This drove her wild. He continued the relentless onslaught until she screamed, "I'm cumming!" She shuddered as if she were experiencing an epileptic attack, but Chad continued to lick and suck. Chad was never satisfied until her made Sara cum at least two or three times. In no time at all Sara did indeed cum, again and again.

"Chad stop teasing me. I need it in me!" she finally demanded. Chad needed no further insistence. His cock was throbbing. He always got rock hard when he ate Sara out. He had no problem sliding is rod into her wet hole which he could never get enough of. She fit around his swollen member like a glove. He thrust in and out of her. Sara moaned as she wrapped her legs around him. They wound their arms around each other as he leaned over to kiss her deeply. With each thrust, his tongue mimicked the movements of his lower body. Their bodies glistened with sweat, sliding against each other as their love making reached a frenzy. The two lovers climaxed simultaneously. Chad collapsed besides Sara in a sweating heap, careful not to fall on his wife. He continued to hold her while they both caught their breathe.

"I love you Sara Green, and I don't want you to ever forget it," he kissed her damp brow.

"I love you too Chad Green. I always have and I always will," she whispered back as she snuggled within the folds of his arms. All seemed so right with the world. It was so hard to believe that their marriage had once hit a rocky point. As Sara drifted off to sleep, she couldn't help but think of the events that had brought them to this point.

* * * * *

As soon as they flew home from Jamaica, Chad insisted that Sara move in with him because he didn't want to wait for them to be married to have her near. Sara had always pictured herself having a big wedding and was a bit disappointed that Chad didn't want the same. The important thing was just marrying him so she didn't bother to express her wishes for the big white wedding of her dreams.

Both set of parents were surprised at their child's announcement that they intended to marry within the month. Sara's parents were a bit overwhelmed by their superstar son to be, but they eventually got over their awe when they realized how down to earth Chad was. Of course Mrs. Carey protested a bit when she was told that there would not be a large wedding, but keep the peace diplomatically when she realized that Sara didn't want the subject brought up. The Greens were genuinely happy to welcome Sara into their family. They even went as far as to take Sara aside to let her know how pleased they were at Chad's choice of bride this time around.

One month later, Chad and Sara were wed in a private ceremony on the Green estate much to the chagrin of the media, and the heartbreak of thousands of women across the country. The two newlyweds decided that Jamaica would be where they would honeymoon because it was where they discovered their love for each other. They spent six blissful weeks, making love, frolicking in the water, wallowing in the sun and just enjoying each other's company. When people saw the two of them together, they would smile because it was obvious to anyone that they were in love.

When they returned to the states from Jamaica, Chad surprised Sara with a brand new house. It was an incredible home. The house was beyond Sara's wildest dreams and she could not fathom that she would actually be living within those walls. The house had six bedrooms with four and a half baths. The large twenty-five acre estate including two swimming pools, a tennis court, and a private lake.

"How did you do this?" Sara asked in wonder.

"Very carefully, I had a man taking care of the deal for me when we were honeymooning. I hope this meets your approval darling." He looked into her eyes adoringly.

"Everything you do meets my approval," she said flinging her arms around him. Those turned out to be fated words.

Sara gave up her job at the clinic in order to travel with Chad when he needed to be away. Chad took the job as a sports color commentator for a one of the major networks. He soon became an instant icon. Soon after his television debut, magazines began to vie for who would be the next to get Chad Green on their covers. His story of tragedy and triumph was one the people loved to read about. To her dismay, Sara who had always been painfully shy found herself in her husband's limelight. As Chad Green's wife, she was often asked to pose for photographs and even a couple covers with her husband. She was asked to attend charity functions and make appearances herself sometimes. A lot of the time though she was just happiest tagging along with Chad and melting into the background while he stood in the spotlight but that didn't seem possible.

Chad encouraged her to make the appearances and sometimes do the things that she didn't want to do for the sake of good publicity. That was when intimidation set in. Even with the best hairdressers and make-up artists at her beck and call she still carried that girl next door look and sometimes she felt that people looked down their noses at her because she didn't fit in their world as easily as her husband did. People were always surprised to meet someone quite ordinary when she was introduced as Mrs. Chad Green. Too afraid to share her feelings with her husband, she kept them locked inside. Though he would tell her that he loved her, every night before they went to bed, Sara still felt uneasy.

As Chad's popularity grew, he was called to endorse products and guest star on television shows. Whenever Sara would tag along, she would always into actress that openly flirted with Chad while looking at her with disdain. Soon after, Sara found excuses to stay at home more often.

The tuning point in their relationship was when two things happened. The first thing was Sara discovering that she was pregnant. The second event was Chad's star had become too large for network television. Hollywood beckoned.

To Be Continued...



From Afar Ch. 10



As Chad held his wife's sleeping form against his body, he reflected on the past year. Everything seemed so surreal now. Chad stroked and kissed Sara's hair causing a small sigh of content to escape her lips. She did not awaken, however. He thought of how lucky he was to have someone so special in his life. He would gladly take back any pain that he had caused her within the past year but he knew that he couldn't. The only thing that he could do however was to love her with all his might, which he certainly intended to do. Chad was going to shower her with so much love that she would never be in any doubt as to how he felt for her.

Chad was over the moon at the news of her pregnancy. Fearing that he would never have another chance at naturally fathering another child of his blood was a hard pill to swallow. He knew though, that it was probably worse for Sara considering how badly she wanted to have the first baby they had conceived together. Chad had been overwhelmed with a sense of helplessness when the doctor had originally informed them that Sara would probably not conceive again after that devastating miscarriage that she suffered. Chad had blamed himself. 

Although his dreams included starting a family with Sara he was just pleased that his wife was okay. Sara had been so devastated about the miscarriage that she slowly began to withdraw into herself as if her spirit had died. It had taken them a while to work out their problems after that. Now that Sara was pregnant again it was like God smiling down on them letting them know that everything would be okay. Holding Sara close to him now, taking in the sweet scent of her, feeling her heartbeat next to his, Chad knew that it would be.

Chad couldn't exactly pinpoint when their problems had began but it seemed so far away now. From the moment that they exchanged vows, everything seemed perfect. Everything was right in his marriage and his career was heading into a new exciting direction. Chad still missed playing football but at least he was still apart of it, giving play-by-play commentary for a popular sports show. The media attention and sudden fame that seemed to have dropped into his lap was a bit overwhelming. The kind of attention that he was now receiving was nowhere near the amount that he received when he had just played football. After a while he was eating it up. Hell, he was only human. It felt good to be admired and as much as he hated to admit it now, his ego had gotten a little on the big side. Chad didn't realize that in the beginning, and as far as he was concerned all was right with the world. His career was reaching heights he never imagined it would and he had a happy loving wife. Or so he thought.

In the beginning Sara would accompany him wherever he had to make a television appearance and she seemed happy enough to do so. At night they would make love and each time would be like the first. He still couldn't get enough her scent, her taste, and the look on her face when her told her that he loved her. Soon, however, Sara became quiet and withdrawn. She started to make excuses for not traveling with him. She grew distant no longer wanting to make love as often and when they did she would turn her back to him afterwards. He could swear that he had caught he crying a few times and each time he would ask what the matter was and she would deny flat out that she had been crying at all. Sara didn't talk to him about what was going on in her life while he was away and she didn't seem to show any interest in his either. 

Chad was hurt because he didn't know what was happening between them, and Sara was certainly not volunteering any reason for the changes that were happening between them. After the initial hurt, anger set in. What the hell was her problem? He hadn't done anything to deserve the treatment he was getting from her. He worshipped the ground she walked on but yet she treated him like a stranger in his own home. 

Chad confronted her one night with his feelings when he had finally had enough. That was the night that he received some good news from his agent. When Chad came home he was so thrilled that he was practically bursting to share his news with his wife. Sara was in the garden pulling weeds. Gardening had become one of her hobbies. Sara was in her usual withdrawn state but Chad was so excited that he didn't take any notice. "Sara, why don't you finish up your gardening it's getting dark out and besides, I have some super news!" He exclaimed holding his hand out to her to help her up. 

"What?" She asked ignoring his hand and really not even looking at him as she continued to pull weeds. She either didn't note his enthusiasm or really seem to care for that matter.

He sighed but went on anyway, somehow his news didn't seem so big anymore, "I've been offered a role for a movie! It's not a lead role mind you, but it's an opportunity for bigger and better things. Isn't that fantastic?" He bent down to kiss her but she pulled away from him. That was when he had finally snapped. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded angrily.

"Nothing, that's great news." She said sounding as if it were anything but.

Chad wanted to shake her he was so angry. "What the hell is with you? I mean you have been walking around this house looking right through me. You don't want to make love anymore and you don't want to come with me to the studio anymore. I thought you could at least conjure up enough emotion to be happy for me when I bring home news like this but you can't even pretend for my sake can you? I'm asking again, what is your damn problem lady?" he yelled with a tone he never thought he would use with Sara.

Instead of an explanation, Sara burst into tears. Chad felt like cutting out his tongue for making her cry. He had made a promise to himself to never make her cry but it was now broken. He felt like a first class asshole. He knelt down beside her and took her in his arms. "Sara, baby, whatever it is, we can work it out just please don't shut me out. I just wouldn't be able to stand that." He kissed he forehead in a comforting gesture.

"I'm pregnant Chad." She said simply.

It took him a moment to take it in, His chest swelled with pride at the thought of her carrying his child. "That's wonderful news darling. I thought you wanted children too." He said a bit confused that she didn't seem as happy about it as he did.

"I do," she sighed "But now you're a star and I'm not sure how this is going to affect us. You don't need someone dull like me. You would only become ashamed of me as time went on." Sara began to sob in earnest this time. 

So that's what was bothering her. Chad hugged her tightly. "Don't let me hear you say that again. I love you, and there nothing more important to me than you and our child. You two will come before my career and you should know that. I made promises to you on our wedding day and I don't intend to break them now or ever. I am so happy about the baby, I can't even think of the appropriate words to express the joy that I feel. No one will ever take the place of my son in my heart but there is so much room in here to love more children." He said placing her hand over his heart. 

Sara's eyes were filled with happy tears now. "Oh, Chad, I love you so much. Sometimes I just get so insecure and I get scared that you will get tired of me." She admitted.

"Never! You know I intended to take you out for a night on the town so that we could paint the town red but right now there's only one way I can think to celebrate." And with that he scooped her up in his arms and took her to the bedroom.

He slowly undressed her body, nibbling on her flesh as she moaned in delight. For the past few weeks Sara had held back in their loving making but tonight she didn't. She wanted to explore him as he did her as well. Her hands drifted over the hard muscled plains of his body. Sometimes it was hard to believe that she was married to this beautiful man with his godlike physique. In a swift move, she rolled over to be on top of him. "Sara, take it easy," he warned with concern for the baby. 

"I won't break Chad, and neither will the baby, now lay back and enjoy." She assured. She kissed his lips gently at first and then dipped her tongue playfully between them tasting the slight flavor of mint. His tongue reached out to meet hers and retreated only to snake out once more. They kissed deeply and sensually. Sara placed kisses across his jaw to his neck, letting her tongue trail to the spot behind his ear that she knew drove him wild. Chad wiggled impatiently as Sara's tongue continued its unhurried exploration. Sara moved slowly down her husband's taunt body admiring the great shape that he was in. She touched her slightly parted lips to the hard discs of his nipple and gently nipped. 

"Oh, baby," he moaned. She did it again taking her time this time gently sucking on the small nub. Sara gave the other nipple as much attention before moving further down his body. She kissed him until she got to his feet where she gently sucked and nipped his toes. She knew it drove him wild when she played with his feet.

When it seemed as if he couldn't take anymore of her teasing Chad sat up to reach for her but she playfully pushed him back down. "Not yet lover boy" she smiled wickedly. She pulled his legs slightly apart and settled between his thighs. She gently cupped his balls in her lands and began to suck them in her mouth. They were slightly salty and sweaty from his excitement but it was not an unpleasant taste. She loved tasting every bit of Chad. She felt his hands in her hair urging her head to the place he wanted her mouth the most. She didn't disappoint him. She began to lick his swollen cock, up and down as a child licking a Popsicle. Her velvety tongue against his member was driving him out of his mind. If she continued to tease him this way he felt that he would flip her over and screw her senseless but in the back of his mind he remembered the baby and held himself back.

Sara continued to tease as she circled the head with her tongue and fingers. Only when Chad emitted a high-pitched whimper from his lips did she take his shaft fully into her mouth. During the time that they had been married she had learned what pleased him the most. He loved it when she could get his cock all the way in her mouth, which was no easy feat since he was quite endowed. She slowly swallowed his cock over and over again until she felt a burst of warm liquid squirt into her mouth. She swallowed all that she could and what she couldn't catch dribbled down her chin. She looked him seductively in the eyes as she wiped his cum from her mouth and then licked it from her hand. 

His cock remained as rigid as stone when she did that. Taking advantage of his arousal, Sara straddled him placing her dripping wetness over his rod. He filled all of her. He grasped her hips and moved her up and down. Somewhere along the lines he lost the thin line of control that he was hold on to. It just felt too damn good being inside her. "God yes!" she cried out in ecstasy. She arched her back taking his dick even deeper inside her. She rode him as wildly as the raging desire he felt himself. They continued on until it felt as if they would both literally burst. Only when they met their mutual climax did Sara collapse tiredly against Chad. They both lay in sweaty, satisfied heaps until they had caught their breaths.

"That was wonderful baby, but do you think that was wise?" he asked thinking about the baby in concern.

"Don't worry darling, babies, are tougher creatures than you think." She smiled knowingly. It was as if those words served as a foreshadowing to what was to come.

When the media found out that America's darling was to be in a movie every interviewer from Barbara Walters to Matt Lauer wanted a piece of Chad Green. He was a hot property. The movie hadn't even begun filming and already there was a major buzz, and not only because of Chad Green, but Bianca Devereux who was alleged to have had affairs with most of the men she played opposite was to star in the film as well. 

Sara soon began to lose the confidence that she had regained once more. There was no way she could compete with someone as stunning as Bianca. The very thought of it gave her an anxiety more acute than before. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stand to see then together if she were to go with him to the filming of the movie in Europe. She used the baby as excuse for not going with him. At first Chad protested saying that he wanted her to be with him, but Sara finally convinced him that it would probably be best if she were close to her own physician if something were to happen, this being her first pregnancy and all. Chad seemed to buy it but he couldn't quite hide his disappointment. In the end he only really let her get her way because he didn't want to argue with her.

As the filming was underway, Chad became caught up in the glitz and glamour of making his first movie. He made sure to call Sara every night although sometimes it seemed as if she weren't happy to hear his voice. He shrugged it off thinking that perhaps she was preoccupied with baby stuff. Chad made friends with the crew and other actors on the set. That was how he met Bianca Devereux.

Bianca was already a young established actress who had once been slated as the new Sharon Stone with her sultry good looks and body to die for. It soon became obvious to the media that she was actually an original. She was a blonde bombshell who knew exactly how her looks affected men and had no problems using those looks to get what she wanted. Already she had developed a reputation for being difficult to work with but her talent greatly outweighed her diva like characteristics. Bianca for some reason took a liking to Chad and decided to take him under her wing giving him acting tips and talking to him in between scenes.

In the beginning he was flattered that this famous actress would actually want his company. He ignored the fact that the director himself had taken him aside and warned him about Bianca because he knew Chad was happily married. Chad had laughed by say, "Bianca's really very nice. I think she's misunderstood.' Chad shrugged off the director's advice. Even the leading man of the film Sam Jones had tried to warn him. Chad dismissed that as well.

Only when it was too late did he realize that he should have listened when he had the chance.

To Be Continued...