10 comments/ 25049 views/ 7 favorites Moments: Second Chances By: Fantasy Kiss Once in a while there are moments that occur in one's life that seem to stand out more so than any of the rest. Sometimes those moments are bad, and sometimes they are good, but one thing about them that no one can ever dispute is - once you have them, things will never be the same. "Thank you, Ma'am. God bless you and good evening." "You are welcome. Enjoy. God bless you." The serving line continued on eternally. Sarah Rose Appleton lifted her glove-covered hand and wiped the sweat off her brow onto her sleeve before lifting the second helping of stuffing onto the next plate. It was Friday night and she volunteered, like she does every Friday night, to serve dinner to the homeless at Saint Agnes in downtown Chicago. It was a service she had performed every year since she was 14 and at 28 she still felt compel to continue. Sister Mary Beth rested a comforting hand on young Sarah's shoulder. Surprised, Sarah looked up into a pair of warm, inviting eyes and smiled through the blanket of tiredness that rested upon her soul. "God will bless you child. He looks fondly on angels." Sarah blushed. Sister Mary Beth has been calling her an earth bound angel for as long as she could remember. Her heart was just that pure, she said. But Sarah Rose did not view herself as an angel. Angels were beautiful creatures and she was anything but. She could still hear the shouts and accusations... "What do you think you are doing?" Young, wide, innocent brown eyes looked up in the mirror. A smile bloomed on her painted face. Tones of golden brown, ruby red, and soft pleasant pink layered her sweet face. "I'm making myself pretty, papa. Just like mama used to do." The drunk in the bathroom door just snorted and laughed. It wasn't a particularly kind laugh. "You could never amount to her. Why are you even trying?" He stumbled into the bathroom nearly knocking her over. He unzipped his pants and pulled out a flaccid cock and began to aim. "Papa!" she exclaimed, turning her head, trying not to see. Barely out of her teens, she never seen a man's appendage, other than her fathers and a few in magazines that papa kept under his bed. Magazines containing images of men and women, in various acts of sin, wearing looks of pleasure, as well as pain. She hated when he did that in front of her. He didn't seem to care what might be appropriate or what would offend. He showed her no respect. Piss streamed from his cock and poured into the tub. It lasted a while. So long she almost turned around to leave the bathroom when she saw him bounce up and down. Lifting her eyes slightly toward the mirror, she saw him. She saw it. He held it in his hand and shook it; golden little droplets fell. Then he tucked it away out of sight and the raspy sound of the zipper filled the air. He stumbled backwards then, nearly falling. He reached out for her, for balance. Piss stained hands gripped her. She tensed in apprehension and disgust. Gaining control, he looked at her again, staring at her reflection, seeing her amateur makeup job. He began to laugh again. "You look like a clown! A fat, ugly clown! Pretty, my ass. Who would ever want a lard-filled thing like you? Hahahaha." He stumbled out the room and made it to the living room, just managing to find the sofa before he threw up in the potted plant on the side. After a few seconds he fell on top the couch and passed out. Once joyous, the sad brown eyes in the mirror filled with tears as she watched. Then looking at herself, she grabbed a hand towel and began washing the makeup off. Times like this she missed her mother to show her how things were done. Once done, she sighed. Reaching down for her cleaning bucket and gloves, she prepared for the task of washing out the tub and cleaning the mess beside the sofa... No, Sarah Rose was far from beautiful. She continued to serve the countless smelly bodies that paraded in front of her. Her hand-me-down attire didn't look much different from theirs except it was cleaner. Most of her clothes were brought from thrift shops around town because there was never enough money to go shopping in real clothes stores. The outfit she was wearing now wasn't from any thrift shop. They were her father's. Rather than throw them out, he pushed them on her. The humiliating part of the matter was - they fit. Sarah Rose wasn't a small girl by any means. She was what the kind hearted would call 'big-boned' or 'full-figured.' But despite the additional curves that filled out her body, she did have a sort of feminine appeal about her that she was unaware of. A softness that came naturally to her, a sexiness of sorts that was sometimes overlooked due to her mass. If she were a bit smaller perhaps she would get more of the attention she deserved but as it were... "Hello Miss Sarah Rose." Sarah broke from autopilot mode and looked up. There, before her, stood Harvey. Her heart stopped. Harvey has been coming to St. Agnes church off and on for the last three years. He was somewhere in his mid thirties but years of living on the streets made him appear at least ten years older. He was missing a few bottom teeth from the side, but it was a facial flaw one tends to forget the moment Harvey took it upon himself to honor you with a smile. He had one of those smiles that were infectious. It was big and bright and seemed to light up his whole face. His eyes formed these little cosecant shapes that Sarah Rose liked to call mooneyes. She liked his smile. It always made her feel good. "Hello Harvey." Sarah smiled shyly and looked into the stuffing, afraid to met his eyes. She wasn't afraid of him because she feared him, she was afraid of how he looked at her. When Harvey looked at her, for a moment, just for a moment, she forgot that she wasn't beautiful or even pretty. When Harvey looked at her, something about his eyes made her almost think she was. To look at them, they made an interesting pair. Harvey stood nearly 6 feet tall with a long willow body, which can only be compared to a beanpole. Sarah on the other hand was just the opposite. At 5'3 and curvaceous, she was often called a butterball. Yet to anyone who bothered to pay attention, it was clear those differences didn't matter to either one. "That stuffing is mighty delicious Miss Sarah Rose. Did you make it yourself?" She turned a light pink and laughed. "Yes, Harvey. I did." "Well Miss Sarah Rose. I don't think I want anything else in this line but your homemade stuffing. It is defiantly the nectar of the Gods." She laughed again. He made her feel good. "Harvey! Stop! There is plenty of good food here tonight made by many fine people. " Harvey just grinned. "Okay, Miss Sarah. I'll stop, but me stopping doesn't make it any less true. Sister Mary Beth is right. You are an angel." Then Harvey walked away to join his two buddies, Jim and Bob who saved a spot for him in the corner somewhere. Sarah watched him go and with him went her joy. She was no angel. ***** It was sometime after Midnight when Sarah finally prepared herself for the five-block walk home. The sisters were concerned about her heading out so late on her own but she assured them she was familiar with the neighborhood and would be fine. She took a few steps away from the door when she heard her name being called. "Miss Sarah Rose!" Startled she turned and saw Harvey jogging toward her. "Yes, Harvey?" "Are you going home by yourself this late?" She smiled, touched at his concern. "Yes. Don't worry. I'll be fine. I've done it before." Harvey looked down at her with doubt and looked around the area. It was dark and the streets seemed deserted but from living on these very same streets over the last few years, he knew looks could be deceiving. "Just the same Miss Sarah. I would like to walk you home if you don't mind. You could never be too sure." She paused and then she too looked around her. It was late and even though she was used to walking home late she was never used to walking home this late. It was already 12:15 and the walk to her home was no more than 10 minutes away, but ten minutes could be a long time in the dark. The church closed their doors to 'residents' at 1 am. If he were to follow her and then turn around and head right back he should have no problem meeting curfew. She looked in his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity. In that moment, she made a decision. She slowly nodded. "All right." The walk to her place was a quiet one. She was too nervous to think of anything engaging to say and he was busy keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble. The recent holidays didn't always bring out the best in some people. Within no time they made it to her apartment building. She didn't stop as she made it to the entryway, but rather held it open for him as he stepped in directly behind her. They took the elevator to the fourth floor and stopped in front of apartment 42 when finally she got the nerve to meet his eyes. "This is it. Thank you, Harvey." Harvey looked down at her and smiled a very sad smile, a wishful smile, a regretful smile. Then very quietly he said, "Good night Miss Sarah Rose." He began to walk away. Bypassing the elevator, he made his way to the stairwell and Sarah watched him go. She turned back to her apartment and opened the door. She entered and looked briefly around when she suddenly turned and ran out into the hall. Reaching the stairwell, she opened the door and yelled out. "Harvey?! Harvey are you there?" A distant voice echoed around the curved walls. "Miss Sarah? Are you all right?" Sighing her relief, she smiled and replied, "Yes. I'm fine Harvey, but could you come up for a moment please?" A few seconds later Harvey's tall figure came around the bend. He paused and looked up at her. She smiled and said, "Would you like something to drink?" He stared at her for a moment as if speechless. She blushed and looked down, suddenly unsure of her actions, afraid that he might reject her. "Yes." She looked up then. He wore a very serious expression, a watchful one. She looked away again and turned around and headed back to her apartment. He followed. "I have some tea or some coffee, if you like." She held opened the door for him and he paused at the threshed, then he stepped forward and she closed the door behind him. She took off her coat and hung it in the closet then she reached for his jacket. "No. It's dirty. I don't want to ruin any of your nice stuff." She simply looked at him with her arms still stretched out. "It's okay, Harvey. I don't mind. Truly." He slowly pulled off the hand-me-down and watched as she put it on a hanger and hung it up next to hers. "Now what would you like?" "Tea would be nice, Miss Sarah Rose." She smiled a charming smile and pointed to the couch so he may have a seat. Then she bounced off toward the kitchen with a spring in her step. Harvey took that moment to look around the apartment. It was a nice apartment, cozy, inexpensive. The furniture looked old and worn. The curtains and tablecloths looked handmade. On the mantelpiece above the television set were a row of pictures. He walked over and picked up the first one. There was a photo of a very pretty woman with a baby in her arms. The lady had eyes like Sarah's. Next was a picture of the same woman with a man. He guessed that was Sarah's father since they had similar facial features. Another photo showed the same woman holding a cubby little girl, that he assumed was Sarah. There were several more pictures over the years, with both Sarah and the woman. In the last picture she looked about ten years old. She looked happy, but the pictures stopped after that. "Okay. I hope you like Earl Grey. It's my favorite." He turned just as she put the tea set on the peeling, wooden coffee table. Coming around, he careful sat down and watched as she poured him a cup. After telling her how he liked it they sat in silence and drank. Finally he asked, "Didn't you say you lived with your father?" "Yes. But he's working the graveyard shift tonight. He usually works days but the late shift means a nice bonus check so he won't be back until tomorrow morning. I had forgotten until I entered the apartment. I knew we'll be alone, that was why I called—" she stopped in mid-sentence as if she realized what she had said and then she looked away again staring at the black screen of the television set. He simply stared at her and smiled. "Thank you. It's been awhile since I had such good tea." She looked up surprised and smiled. She was no longer uncomfortable. He liked her smile. "Guess what?" "What?" she asked. "I got a job." "What?! You did? When? How? Where?!" He laughed. "It's nothing fancy, actually Sister Mary Beth helped me out. It's in that big office building downtown, the one with the funny shape. Looks like a bell? It's in their maintenance department. Since I'm always fixing things around the church Sister Mary Beth talked to one of the members of the church that works at the company and I met with him. I haven't worked in a while but I did pretty regularly before...well... before this... and since it was Sister Mary Beth, he pulled some strings for me. So now I got a job. I start the day after tomorrow. The church will loan me some money so I can buy the required uniform and then I will pay them back when I get my first check." "Oh Harvey that's wonderful." Sarah Rose became so excited she put down her tea and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck. Surprised, he didn't have time to brace himself and they fell back onto the couch with her on top. She paused in surprise over her own actions and began to pull away, but not before he felt her soft curves press along his body. His reaction was almost instantaneous and he moaned as his cock hardened so fast it was painful. It's been so long since he held a woman. "Oh. I'm sorry. Sorry." She whispered as she tried to get up, but he wouldn't let her and after a second, she stopped trying. With wide eyes she looked down at him and then she felt it. Her eyes got even wider. "Don't. Not yet. Please." His eyes were filled with a longing that made her begin to tingle. Then lowering her head she rested her check on his chest and they laid that way for a while, holding one another, not saying much of anything. At one point she tried to shift to get comfortable when he moaned yet again and his hands which were resting on her back slid lower and cupped her butt cheeks. She gasped in surprise as she lost her breath and feelings of lust exploded suddenly in her pussy, spreading out, rolling over her body. He slowly pushed her upward until her head was directly under his chin and his hard dick met the pump mound of her pussy, between their clothes. His hardness began to grind against her. She laid there, holding on to him, clinging to him as she felt him move beneath her. Her breath was coming faster now. She stared at the television set, not really seeing much of anything but feeling, feeling the waves of pleasure move inside her body as she felt him beneath. "Coo, coo. Coo, coo." Chimed the little Coo-Coo clock mounted against the wall. The noise was unexpected, causing them both to jump in surprise. Then Harvey muttered an 'oh shit' and Sarah Rose took that moment to lift herself off of him. He let her go and stared at the clock on the wall. He looked like he was thinking really hard, probably calculating where he could find a place to sleep tonight. It was one o'clock. He had missed curfew. She looked down at him seeing his frustration. She looked over his body. He really was a handsome man. Dark skin, jet-black hair, lovely brown eyes, an amazing smile. She couldn't see too much of his lower face. It was covered with matted hair, but it didn't matter. When Sarah looked at him she didn't see a homeless person anymore, she saw someone who managed to make her feel something she didn't think she could ever feel for another human being and she wasn't sure if she wanted to waste the opportunity that presented itself. Making a decision, she reached out and her fingers climbed over the stained incrusted denim pants and found the hard, tented object in the center. He looked down and watched as her small graceful hand began to slide up and down against him. He watched as she pressed deep, and stroked him through the pants, one hand on top of the other. As if having a mind of their own, his hips jerked forward, thrusting with her caresses. "You can stay here tonight." He looked up at her and their eyes met. She continued to rub him, only faster. He reached out a long arm and pulled her back down on top of his body. She moaned her relief as his fingers threaded through her hair. Their mouths blended. He tasted of stuffing and tea. His lips felt surer, stronger, thicker than they looked. His tongue lashed out and swiped her lips, sucking them in, devouring her like he never kissed a woman before, like this was the last time he'd ever hope to kiss a woman again. Sensation poured through her, making her pussy cry out in pain, in agony, in pleasure. Oh god. She began to move on top of him, spreading her legs, wrapping his slender hips between her juicy thighs, sliding her panty covered puss against the rough denim of his jeans, loving the harshness of it against her clit, against her pussy hole. His hands found her breasts and grabbing a handful he squeezed and she pushed harder against his fingers, wanting more of the pressure. Damn. Frantic, she reached between them and began unbutton his thick cotton shirt. She wanted him naked, she wanted to feel him, taste him, and eat his fine ass up. His hands were in the way. They were pushing. "No. No. Wait. Sarah. Wait." He tried to push her hands away, but she wasn't budging, she was fighting him, clawing his hands, trying to rip the fabric free. "Sarah?! Sarah, please? Not like this, please. Damn it woman, stop!" She stopped... she stopped. She heard him finally. She jerked back and sat up, sitting on top of him. Shocked and ashamed, she pulled away. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." She would have left him except he stopped her. He held on to her hands and prevented her from going anywhere. She turned her head away. Her hair fell forward blocking her face, blocking her tears. "No. No. Don't... Sarah. I want you so much. I wanted you for so long. I never in a million years thought this would ever happened. I--" he swallowed unsure how to continue. She lifted her head then. Looking at him from the corner of her eye, she asked, "What? What is it?" "Sarah..." he looked like he was in pain. She turned fully to face him. He too had tears in his eyes. "I want... I want to be clean for you. I don't want to be like this." He sounded like he was in pain and the tears in her eyes begun to blind her until finally they fell and rolled down her cheeks. She leaned forward and kissed away the wetness that was also on his face, only she had wetness too and her tears mingled with his own. Slowly kissing her way across his cheek, she found his ear and whispered into it. "I have a shower." ***** Harvey stood in front of the steam-covered mirror and wiped the center for a clearer image. He had been in the bathroom for almost an hour. If Sarah managed to even stay awake for his emergence it would have been a miracle, but he must admit, he did look better. He felt better too. His body was the cleanest its been in years – a fact that he was proud of and ashamed of at the same time. God, how did he let his life get like this? He found her father's razor and managed to get rid of all that knotted facial hair only to reveal a solid strong jaw line and a smooth complexion. It rested against the toothbrush she gave him. Moments: Second Chances He cut his hair too. Washed and conditioned it. He laughed. He smelled like green apples. He smelled like Sarah. He looked down at his hands. His nails were clipped and the dirt was removed from them. He saw himself naked for the first time and filched at the sight. How long has he been this skinny? Taking a deep breath he leaned in close and stared at himself. "All right, Harvey. Listen up and listen good. For whatever reason somebody up there has decided to give you a second chance. You'll have a job soon and if you don't managed to somehow fuck this night up you might even walk away with a woman. But no matter what happens, you are never going to let yourself get this way again, you hear me?" Then taking a deep breath, he smoothed back his hair and reached for the bottle of cologne on the edge of the sink. He never was a fan of Old Spice but it will have to do. Splashing it on, he stood tall and worked the knots out of his shoulder. Taking one last breath, he turned and reached for the robe hanging on the back of the door. Donning it, he looked around and made sure he didn't leave too much of a mess. He gave Sarah his clothes before he entered the shower. She promised to wash them. He turned up his nose. If they were anything like his body had been then it probably will take her several attempts. He opened the bathroom door and made his way to what he believed was her bedroom. She was standing in front of her dresser mirror in a silk nightgown. It was black. It fell down to about her knees and molded the soft curves that lay beneath. She looked beautiful. She had not seen him yet. She was trying to brush down her hair so it would resemble some sort of order. He smiled, glad that she was as nervous as he. He reached up and again smooth out his newly trimmed head. Clearing his throat, he called her name. "Sarah?" She jumped and turned in surprised. "Oh. Oh." She said as she quickly turned and threw the brush at the desk with more force then she needed considering it was directly behind her and the loud clanging noise echoed through the small space. She blushed and he grinned. "May I come in?" "Yes," she said softly. She just stared at him, taking him all in. He looked so different without all that matted hair. She could see his face, his eyes, everything. He was more attractive than she thought. Her stomach began to flutter. Insecurity began to set in again. She was too ugly. Too...big. "You look so beautiful, Sarah. Like a dream." She stared at him. Not knowing what to say. His grin faulted. Then he asked, "Am I okay? Is it good enough?" Stare. Taking a step back, his face closed up. "Maybe I should go." He turned to leave when he heard her say. "I'm I too fat?" He looked at her, surprised. "No. I don't think so. I actually like how you are. If anything I'm too skinny." "Yes. You are." He laughed. It was bitter. "But that's okay. I'll fatten you up." He slowly smiled and turned back into the room, turned toward her. "You will?" "Yes." He walked closer and stopped at the side of the bed. She did the same and stopping on the other side. "You're very handsome, Harvey." His smile turned back into a grin. She laughed. Then taking a deep breath she said, "I don't know what to do." Harvey looked at her for a moment and then slowly nodded. "That's okay. We'll figure it out together. Want to meet half way?" "Okay." Together they raised a knee on to the bed and moved to the center of the queen size mattress. Her side snagged a little more than his but neither of the really noticed. Once in the middle she reached out and touched his face. He 'stood' there and closed his eyes as her fingertips explored its contours. He stood perfectly still. It was a moment for them both. He was the first man she ever got to touch on such an intimate level and this was the first time in a long time he had a woman want to touch him and who took pleasure in touching him. It was something neither one of them wanted to rush. His flesh tingled as her butterfly touches caressed him - his eyes, his cheeks his nose, his lips. Oh his lips. Unable to stop it, his tongue lashed and licked her fingertips. She giggled. Encouraged, he leaned in and sucked her fingers between his lips ever so softly. His cock began to stir. She laughed and leaned forward. Her lips found the side of this neck and his body shivered with delight as her tongue licked a strong path across the surface, settling at his Adam's apple, which she took into her mouth and sucked on slightly. Her hands reached down and loosened his belt. The thick terry cloth parted and her hand slid up his torso, feeling the texture of his body while her mouth traveled to his collarbone. He moaned and tilted his head back, allowing her better access. She softly pushed him back and together they slid down onto the bed. "This is not right," he muttered as his hands curved around her ass. "I should be making love to you." "You will," she replied between licks and caresses. "Just let me have this first. I've always used to fantasize what this would be like. To touch a man. To taste him. To feel him move beneath me as I give him pleasure. You'll get your turn, just please, give me mine. I need this. I need to know that I can do this." It wasn't hard to deny her. He's body was starving for human touch. She gave him what could only be described as a body bath with her tongue. She licked her way around his nipples and the contours of his pecks. His belly button was a place he would never have thought could be an erogenous zone. His thighs were bitten and grazed as her teeth scraped along the fine hairs, along with the side of his knees- he laughed, that tickled. His cock strained and glistened, dipping juice with every swipe of her tongue. He wasn't sure if he could hold out much longer and he told her so. "It's okay. I read somewhere that sometimes it's better for a man to seek his release first, that way he'll be more in control the second time and can concentrate better on pleasing a woman." He laughed, "Ahhhh. So there is an interior motive behind your generous deeds, huh?" She chuckled. Her cheeks rested on his thigh as she looked up at him. "Maybe just a little. But I didn't lie. I need you." His cock was between them. She held it. Juice trailed down the sides and landed on her hand. He smiled as he stared down at her; his hand reached up and buried itself in her hair. "I need you too, Sarah. Very much." She was no longer looking in his eyes, however, she was looking at the hard flesh she held. The power in her hand, so to speak. Lifting up she leaned forward. Her hair fell around her, around them. He watched as she opened her lips and a small pink tongue slid out and swiped the very tip. The hot pulsing tip. His hips rose up, forcing his dick higher, forcing it to slide against her cheek. "Hold still." Sarah quickly got the hang of things and began to enjoy herself and became more accustomed to the feel of him. It was so strange to her. He was so soft, so velvety, yet so hard and firm. Her pussy was pulsing. How is it, it knew what it wanted when it never had it before? He groaned. Then closing his eyes, he put his head back onto the pillow and gave up control. Her mouth was actually cool to his hot skin in comparison. The moistness was inviting and seductive. Her movements were slow and steady, almost as if she was savoring every moment she had to suck and milk his dick. Her tongue, tentative at first, gained confidence. He did nothing to hold back the sounds of his enjoyment. Her mouth was heaven. He never would have known she never did this before. There was very little doubt or insecurity in her actions. He particularly loved how he didn't know where her tongue would land next. Her mouth was in constant motion. She made little sounds that were so sexy, like she really enjoyed his dick, like she wanted more. It was wet and it was hot. The wetness from her salvia and the juice form his cock intermingled, forming a bubbly paste at the base of his dick, melting into his pubic hairs. He began thrusting his hips up and down. He liked watching himself slide between her lips. He liked watching her descend to meet him, to take more of him. He loved it. The feeling of power and sex increased and suddenly, he pushed harder, faster. She jerked back in surprise. Her eyes widen, her body jerked suddenly as if she was choking. He stopped, letting her regain control. She released him and took a deep breath. Her face, her face was covered in wetness. It was everywhere. She stuck out her tongue and licked as much of it away as she could manage. Then her hand grabbed the base of this dick. He moaned and tilted his head back as he began thrusting again in the hole she created. He fucked her hand over and over. Enjoying the feeling of her masturbating him. Then he felt her face between his thighs, he spread them wider to make room. Her mouth covered his thick sac and pulled him deeply into her mouth. God that felt so good. She stroked his cock and sucked his sack, driving him crazy. He fucking loved it. It was so good. Then he felt her slowly release him from her warm mouth. Me moaned in protest but her face moved lower. Her nose buried itself beneath his balls. He felt a small suction. She was breathing him in. Her hands moved, never stopping, twisting all around him, stroking the pleasure, calling the cum. Then she moved back up, kissing along his thighs, moving along his torso, licking and biting. He looked back down and watched her move, watch her cover him like a tide of sex, eating his flesh bring them both pleasure with her touch, her presence, she liked the middle section of his tummy. His stomach involuntarily flexed. And all this time she never let go of his cock. She kept playing with it, never letting up. Her personal fuck toy. Hers and only hers. He liked that idea. She took her free hand and lifted it to his mouth. Two fingers played with his lips. "Make me wet," She ordered. His mouth opened up and his tongue reached out to curl around her fingers drawing them into his hot mouth. She grasped as she felt a tingling travel down her arm. The things he did to her fingers were unlike anything she ever felt. When he was finished, she was crushing the base of his dick, trapping the blood at the top. "Sarah? Please." "Oh sorry," she said, breathless and flushed. Taking her wet hand, she slid it along his cock to join her other hand. Then opening her mouth she engulfed him in hot, wet heat once again. Her wet fingers flowed lower between his thighs and beneath his sack. Her tickling fingers slid low and slipped into the creases of his butt cheeks, finding that dark forbidden hole. "Oh yes. Perfect. Perfect," he groaned, lifting his hips. Her wet digits slipped between his warm skin and slowly dipped into his hot body. His breathing turned into a pant. Her free hand released his dick and moved to the space directly beneath his sack and stroked. Finally she took him inside her mouth and drank him whole. With both fingers moving simultaneously and her hungry mouth feeding on his pleasure, Harvey quickly felt his world spin out of control. With each thrust into her mouth he got closer and closer. Each stroke, each shout, each moan betrayed his lack of control. "Sarah. I'm going to come, baby it's now or never." Eager, happy, excited, Sarah held on for the ride, sucking harder and deeper. She wanted it - all his passion, all his lust, all his cum. She wanted to taste him, make him part of her, forever and ever. His triumphant shout echoed off the walls as cum busted from his body into her awaiting mouth. There was so much of it she barely had time to swallow it all, let alone taste it and all the excess slipped from her mouth and pooled around his body. Sucking and moaning, she dipped down to catch what she missed, licking his skin, eating his cum like a puppy with its favorite treat. She licked and licked until nothing was left and her sore lips moved in one last time for one final kiss with his sleeping, softening, flesh. Sarah was on fire. That was the most exciting thing she ever did. She wanted more; she needed more. "Harvey??' He moaned. It was a haunted moan. She released him and freed his body from her imprisonment, sliding up his length. She kissed him. He welcomed her. Their clinging lips stroking the passion deep with in. She spread her thighs around his waist. His hands wrapped around her body. One hand cupped her ass while the other slipped down and found the gapping eager hole. He filled it with his fingers and she moaned with relief, rocking against him, creating movement, creating friction. It was all she needed, that right there, that touch in that spot. Yes. And all at once she came around him in a wave of glittering light. ***** Moments later, she laid beside him and watched him as his face remained buried in his arm. Her body hummed. She was so relaxed. She never felt this close to another human being. She wanted more. She needed to know more. "How did you become homeless?" He didn't answer right away. Then he turned toward her and their eyes locked. He looked so sad. "I lived in a small town in Ohio. Very small. It was a factory town. Then the factory closed and hundreds of people were unemployed. Times were hard. I was 31 years old and I didn't have any family. My mom and dad died years ago and there weren't many opportunities available. I couldn't afford to keep the house with no job so I sold it and took the money I've saved up and the money I had from the sale and moved to Chicago four years ago. I figured I would have better luck in a big successful city. I was wrong. I actually did have a job lined up. Well, not really but I was told my prospects were good, but by the time I made it here it was given away. Most of my money was spent for the trip to the city and with no income money went fast. Soon I couldn't afford even the cheapest motel. The streets were my only option. I tried contacting the few friends I had back home, but many of them were damn near in the same boat. I kept looking but it's hard to get a job when you don't have an address and soon the more I slept on the streets the dirtier my clothes became and the more I looked the part of a bum. No one wants to hire a bum. The things I've seen on the streets..." He paused. His eyes glazed over with a far away look. "Well... let's just say I've seen a lot of things." His voiced trembled a bit but he continued. "Within six months, I met Bob and Jim and they took me to Saint Agnes for the Friday night meals. It was then that I knew there was a God, because there standing behind the mash potatoes was an angel." He grinned but she saw passed it. She thought about what his life must have been like over the last few years, the pain, the fear... "I'm sorry." He nodded. "Me too." "Harvey?" "Yes?" "Why me?" He reached up and pushed aside the stray hair on her forehead. "I thought you were pretty. But what mostly caught my attention were your eyes. They were so sad, Sarah, so very sad. Lost too. It struck me. I was used to seeing that look from people who lived on the street, but you, you had a home and you had a family, you made me wonder. Then with time I gotten to know you a little bit and began to like that person that would come out of her shell now and then to talk to us po' folk. You are smart and funny and generous and so very sweet. I think that was when I started lusting for you." Her mouth dropped. "Lust? Me?" "Yea." He smiled a slow, sexy smile. "There is a femininity about you that I don't think you realize is there. It's in the way you move. The way you tuck your hair behind your ear. The slow gentle smile you sometimes give when you try to be encouraging. It's even in the way you talk. Your voice is so pleasant. It's soft and smoothing. It's sexy." While he was talking she sank into the pillow and just stared at him in disbelief. After a minute she said. "I can't think of one solitary reason why you would lie about that. So as hard as it is for me to believe, I guess I just have to accept that you mean that." He rose up then, and reached for her hand. He glided it down his body to the semi-erection waiting for her. "I can't fake this, Sarah. You do this to me. You've done this to me for a while now. Everyone has different ideas of beauty and different 'types' of people they are attracted to. To me you're beautiful. You are most definitely my type. Why do you think so little of yourself? Who taught you to devalue yourself?" Her hand slid across his flesh. It was barely audible, but he heard it nonetheless. "My father." She turned and laid on her back as she looked up at the ceiling. Taking a deep breath she said, "He hates me." He shifted to get closer. Her voice was so soft he was concerned he might have missed something. "Why do you think he hates you?" "I know he does and it's because of my mother." "The lady in the pictures?" "Yes. I was nine. She was taking a bath. I was in the living room playing some silly game and I broke something. The funny thing is I don't even know what it was. All I know is I broke something and I got very upset and I began to cry, to really cry and she heard me and she was concerned so she got out the tub, but the floor was wet so it was slippery and she fell..." A sob escaped as she recalled the memory. He reached out and pulled her in his arms, cradling her body with his. She turned her head and buried her face in his neck. "She hit her head. I heard her fall. I went in to see what happened. She was lying there... I remembered getting on the floor beside her and trying to wake her up. But she wouldn't wake up, there was blood, and I didn't know what to do so I sat there beside her and waited. I think I fell asleep because next thing I remembered was my father there, holding her, rocking her, crying. He screamed at me: 'Why didn't you call 911 like we taught you? Why didn't you call for help?' But... I didn't... I didn't know..." The tears were stronger now and she started to tremble. He held as she cried, deep, deep, sobbing cries. Her arms wrapped around him in a deathlike grip, needing him so much. Needing his words, his comfort. "Shhhh. It's okay. It's not your fault. It's okay. It's not your fault." Gaining control, she whispered, "But he blames me. He still blames me. He calls me names, degrades me; tells me no one will ever want me. I'll grow into an old hag, forever alone." He leaned in closer and kissed away her tears, much like she did his earlier in the evening. "Look at me." He pulled away and she looked up at him. Her eyes were red and puffy. "Your father is an asshole. An insignificant prick who is weak and too stupid to appreciate you. He should have protected you and nurtured you, not blame you. I'm sorry you couldn't have gotten the father you deserved. You won't ever be along again. Not if I can help it. I'll be here as long as you will have me. This is the start is something special, Sarah. You don't walk away from special." She looked at him in awe and sniffled. Then she reached down and grabbed the end of the sheet to wipe away the wetness on her face. She didn't know what to say. 'Thank you' seemed feeble and inappropriate. It all seemed surreal, almost too good to be true. She didn't want to think about what was happening. She didn't want to jinx it. She was so scared it wasn't real, but then again it had to be real. Most girls' knights rode in with a white horse, hers came with fleas. It had to be real. He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "Sarah? When I get enough money, and I can finally afford my own place, would you go out with me?" She laughed, surprised. Sitting up, she looked down at him. "What?" Moments: Second Chances He smiled. "Would you go on a date with me?" She buried her face in the pillow. It really was too much. Looking up she fought the new set of tears that threaten to escape. "We're pretty pitiful you know that?" "Is that a yes?" "Yes." "Good." Silence. "Sarah Rose?" "Yes?" "Why me?" He grinned. She bit her lip and shyly said, "I liked the way you looked at me. I liked the way it made me feel. It scared me at first, to be honest. It took time, but after getting to know you too, and learning to feel comfortable around you, to trust you, and after all the smiles and all the looks from you, it finally reached a point where all you had to do was enter a room. All I had to do was hear your name. All you had to do was smile and my body...my body began to respond. I started feeling things... just off the thought of you. I loved the way you looked me." They had moved closer at this point. His arms were wrapped around her body, holding her close as she spoke into his neck. "Sarah?" "Yes?" In his best British accent he asked, "Can I have some more?" ***** "Yes. Ok... ok... oh God..." Sarah Rose Appleton was having one of the greatest experiences of her adult life. She laid on her back with her legs spread and her body open for the object of her desire who was at that very moment, moving inside her, showing her what she was made for. She felt loved. She felt out of control. "Ahhhhhh," she screamed. Her hands here clenched tight around the wooden edges of the dresser draws on each side of the bed. He pumped inside of her, bringing her higher and higher on ocean waves of lust and desire. Her body was one big ocean of sin and passion. Never in a million years did she think this day would come. The headboard repetitively banged against the wall from the force of his exultation. It was a wonderful clichéd moment that fulfilled her soul with joy and excitement. On and on he pushed her, never letting up. She didn't know if she could hold out for much longer, if she could last. It was all too much. She couldn't keep up with him and she told him that. He laughed and told her not to even try, just give in. "Just feel," he said. And so she did. She closed her eyes and she stopped fighting it. Her body relaxed and let it happened. And what happened was nothing short of a miracle. The waves rose higher, threatening to drown her, but she wasn't afraid. The tension. Her body was one of sweet agony. It was too much, but she still wanted more, still needed more. Was this what it was like to be closer to God? And all at once with no warning, she felt her body bust from within as her heart skipped a beat and her breathing lost focus and her world disappeared, if only for a moment... a moment. When she came back, when her heart continued its function and her breathing was less harsh, she opened her eyes to still see him above her, moving, stroking, fucking her clenched, tight, little puss. She saw him for the first time. He, like her, was covered in sweat. His face was dark with intensity as he watched himself plunge over and over between her cum soaked thighs. His mouth was gapping open as he tried to suck in as much air as possible. She could feel the bed still dancing beneath her; hear the music of it beating against the wall. He was slower now, not as intense as before when he brought her over. His eyes traveled over her body and paused at her bouncing breasts. Her hands were numb. She released the edges of the desks. Triangular indentations branded her hands. His hands moved up over her and found her sweaty, bouncing breasts and imprisoned them in his grip. His strong palms stroked them. She closed her eyes as new sensations traveled through her. His touch felt so good on her sensitized flesh. He plunged deeper this time, responding to her moan. He played with her tips - manipulated them, bent them at will. The slide was easy with all the hot wetness between them. Bending low, he stopped fucking her. His hard cock left her warm, eager body. "No," she cried, but he ignored her. She moaned her protest, which quickly turned into something else as his tongue wrapped around her tip and pulled it in his mouth. His cushiony soft mouth loved her breasts, biting and chewing ever so slightly on each and ever centimeter. Back and forth he moved, nuzzling her with his face and lips. Enjoying her nectar, enjoying her taste. She spread her legs wider as he sucked. She felt the pussy juice slowly slid from her body in a thick concoction down the valley of her pussy folds and the crease of her ass, pooling at the very base where her skin met the mattress. Her hips jerked up in the air, humping against his body, his balls sacks and he sensually grazed both nipples with his teeth and swirled his tongue around the tingling tips. She loved that, when he held them together and sucked both tips at once. It drove her fucking insane. Releasing them, he kiss his way between the valley of her tits, finding her belly button, licking it, showing her just how distracting it could be. And further south he went until finally his teeth pulled on the drench curly hairs resting at the apex of her thighs. She cried out in surprise as he chuckled and dipped lower. His tongue slid into the moist, hot cavern of her body and his tongue licked away the salty pussy juice that gathered there, waiting. She lifted her thighs higher as he pushed in deeper, penetrating her body, fucking her with his tongue. She loved it, oh how she loved it. His tongue tasted and stroked before moving up just a tad to find her hard, plumb bud. He sucked it inside his mouth and she screamed. Her cries echoed through the room, but she didn't care. The new assault of pleasure was amazing and he covered her in moist heat, bring her closer, faster than ever before. She gripped his head, crushing his ears and she held on as much as she could. Her hips began humping his face. He wasn't tongue fucking her. She was face fucking him - riding the pressure he was creating, using him at will. Then suddenly, he turned his head and bit hard on her thigh. "Oh God, yes. Bite me. Please." He licked at the indentions and then taking one final swipe as her puss, he moved over her. His cock found its way back, deep inside. He was ready. He reached for her hands and intertwined their finger. He laid on top of her, covering as much of her as he could with his heat. He pushed in deep, as far as he could go. Her thighs wrapped around his hips, hugging him. He leaned over and kissed her. He kissed her eyes, her nose, her chin and then her lips. Then lightly sucking her lower lip into his mouth, he plunged upward into her body, harder and harder and harder with each stroke until finally he was slamming into her, stroking one spot over and over. She began to cry, to whimper and he bit her, hard, drawing a speck of blood from her lip and until finally her body seized up over him, clenching his cock, squeezing him tight until he could barley move, barley fuck her, but he pushed still - hard and hard. "Oh fuck, " he cried. "Oh shit ... shit." And finally his balls tighten, his body froze and a roaring sound filled his ears as his dick rose up, deep inside of her, sprouting his cum, his seed, deep inside her puss, flowing from him in gushes and gushes, invading her puss, loving its new home of sweet pussy love. And then finally he stopped. His body gave out and all energy left. His heart pounded in his ears and his chest felt as if he had ran a marathon. He had no more will. He began to slip. He felt her arms wrap around him, cradling him as she held him close. "Thank you," she said. He simply grunted before giving into the wave of darkness that overcame. ***** Harvey rearranged his collar, looking at himself in awe. "All this time I thought this shirt was purple." She laughed. After washing his clothes twice they learned his 'purple' shirt was actually a deep red. He picked up his jacket and walked over to the well-loved woman standing by the bedroom door. Her arms wrapped around his waist as she stood on her toes to meet him and he bent low to kiss her. Their kiss was long and deep and very intoxicating. He groaned and pulling away. "Sarah? Do you think I'll have any problems with your father?" Breathless, she leaned against him and rested her cheek against his tummy. "Probably, but it might be better if you meet him after you got some clothes." He laughed. "Yeah. I can see how that could help." She smiled and looked up. "Yes, but in the mean time we have the church and you have my number." "Okay." He leaned in again, tasting her lips. "Sarah?" "Hmmm?" "Maybe it would be better if NO ONE knew about us just yet." She leaned back, puzzled. "Why?" Up until a few hours ago she would have assumed the reason was because he was ashamed of being seen with her and he just wanted her as long as no one knew or because her thought she would be an easy lay. But she didn't think that way any longer. Not with him. "I want to be established first. I don't want the other men at the church to think that just because you slept with one homeless guy you'll sleep with them all. I don't want them getting ideas or making any inappropriate moves. It's not often you get a second chance and it would be a shame for me to blow it by going to jail for murder." Her eyes opened wide at that and in a voice that resembled a little girl's, she said, "Okay." "Okay." He smiled. "You know what? What happened here? Tonight? Was way better than anything I could even imagine; any fantasy of you I could have made up. Thank you." She smiled, pleased. "It's my second chance too, you know?" "Really? How so?" His thumb stroked her cheek. "I get to reevaluate myself. Maybe I can learn to see myself through your eyes, rather than my father's." He smiled. "And maybe if things really go well, you can move out of here and move in with me?" She arched an eyebrow. "You're moving kind of fast, don't you think?" He smiled and pulled her close in a hug, "Hey, the way things are going it can't be nothing but good from this point on and I know a good thing when I see it." Pulling away she turned him and pushed him toward the door. Her father should be home soon and if he knew what happened here, it wouldn't be good. "Why don't we just take it one step at time?" He laughed. "That's better than a no." Pausing at the door, he turned to her and lightly placed a kiss on her forehead. "Bye, my angel." "See you tomorrow." Sarah watched him as he walked away, whistling happily along. Closing the apartment door, she leaned against it. Tears rolled from her eyes. She never thought in a million years her life would change in this manner. Tired, she made her way to the bed. She fell into a coma the moment her head hit the pillow and for the first time in a long time she had a peaceful sleep.