2 comments/ 8308 views/ 0 favorites Sarah's Aspiration Ch. 01 By: kaylacakes This is my first time at writing anything and I hope it is good, any comments would be very grateful... All People within the story are above 18 years of age. * Sarah was an ordinary woman, the kind you never seem to find nowadays, standing at 5'3", with a lock of thick, light brown, long hair, a killer tan throughout the summer months that always seemed to stick throughout the winter and a pair of daring blue eyes. She grew up living in the outskirts of Bristol with her family. Although she was very pretty, her ability to be childish at random never brought her any male company. She tried very hard with her weight, constantly trying diets, thinking that her almost hourglass figure wasn't enough for the gentlemen at her school. At 16, she decided to stay on for sixth form, hoping that with age, the attention she would get would increase. Sure enough she made lots of new friends and her confidence around others increased. She was one of the most popular people within her school, even heading for a 'head girl' certificate that would top everything her parents' had ever wanted for her. But yet she still wasn't happy. At 18 she left sixth form. Although her intelligence was high, and her friends could always make her laugh, she still wanted more. Ungrateful you may think, but all she wanted was a man to cuddle up to at night, someone to hold her still when she was sad, someone to kiss her to make her feel better, a special someone to make her a woman, the woman she so badly wanted to be. The woman she aspired to one day become. Whenever she would go out clubbing, she would have the killer moves on the dance floor; the girls would stop and stare, wishing they were like her. Yet the only person that was jealous was Sarah herself, as she was the one that wanted to be cuddled and loved. She new what she wanted, and she wanted Dave. Dave was average in the looks department. He was tall, reasonably skinny, dark hair and dark eyes that you seemed to get lost in these covered with a set of trendy glasses. He was also incredibly interested in Sarah, yet he could never build up the confidence to talk to her about, well pretty much anything. Sometimes, they would catch each others eyes across the dance floor, and both would shy away. Neither would make the first move. One particular night, things were different. Sarah had decided to make her move on Dave. This time when he looked over, instead of looking away, she held his stare smiled seductively and moved towards him. With a few shots of vodka inside her, she was ready for almost anything. When she reached him, she took his pint glass, placed it on the table, took his hand and walked with him to the dance floor. Placing his hands on her hips she began to sway to the slow rhythm. As usual, the crowds stopped to stare, but rather than watching her moves, they watched the unspoken tension between the two teens. Eyes locked, not a word spoken throughout the song. As the song ended, Dave leaned in for a kiss. With eyes closed, he moved and brushed his lips against hers tenderly. For a moment, they both just stood, held in the soft embrace. Neither one moved, both afraid of what would happen once the kiss was broken. Dave slowly pulled himself away, opening his eyes and staring back into Sarah's deep glare. She licked her lips slowly, savouring the taste of his lips. Dave glanced down to her lips, and leant back in for a second kiss. This time, he moved his tongue against her. A response was instant; she opened her lips slightly and moved her tongue out to meet his. The two of them were locked, joined at the mouth. Beginning to move more ferociously, wanting and needing each other. Sarah's hand moved to the back of his head, moving him deeper into her mouth. Feeling more than was to offer there on the dance floor. Slowly both students pulled apart. Looking at each other, realising what had just happened, how lost in each other they were, how many people were still staring at them made them both blush. Sarah went to move away, to run and hide, the embarrassment was too much for her. Never had anything like this ever happened to her before. As she went to move, Dave reached out and touched her hand, pulling her back into him, where he held her tightly against his chest before leaning down again into another kiss. Again both lost themselves in each other. The kiss was more passionate this time, savouring each other, wishing it was never to end. People around were beginning to get bored with the couple and began their usual routine again, dancing, laughing and gossiping. No-one even thought to look again at the two people silently leaving the building. Sarah's Aspiration Ch. 02 This is the second part of my story. Just to see If it was worth making another chapter. Please comment and vote. .................................... Once outside, neither Dave nor Sarah knew what to say to each other. It was so much less complicated to kiss, no talking needed. Dave was still gripping Sarah's hand, making sure she didn't go anywhere. "My car is around here somewhere," Dave spoke softly. "No, no, no. You are not driving, you've drank far too much!" "Well, I wasn't really planning on using it to drive," he replied with a smile on his face. He looked into her eyes, searching for her reaction. When she didn't reply, he brought her close to him again. He searched for her lips, already tender from the previous activities of the night. Dave leaned forward, his hand coming out to grab the back of her head and draw her close enough so he could steal another kiss. One short kiss became another and then another until finally Sarah drew back, her breathing unsteady. "Dave, we can't. Not here, not now." She blushed before continuing, "I've never done this before!" "Hey! There is no need to worry, I'm not going to rush you into anything, I just want you so bad baby. Tonight when you came over, finally, I didn't know what to do. My feelings for you are just so strong. Babe, I want you, but I can wait." With that she leant up, kissing him. The passion being released, she knew she wanted him; her body was aching for him, she wanted to feel his firm body up against her. As they kissed, his hands came up underneath her sweater. She pulled away giggling. "So you're going to tell me your hands are cold right?" He laughed, and drew her up into him again, feeling his hardness pushing into her. Never before had a woman got him so aroused just from kissing. He knew she would pull away when she realised what was going on, but he couldn't help himself from touching her more, and keeping her tucked into his body. When Sarah finally felt the bulge within his trousers, she thought better of moving away and groped the bulge. He moaned into her mouth, wanting to strip her of her clothes, take her virginity right there. He felt as her hand explored over his jeans, between his legs and back up again. He carried on kissing her, trying his best not to spurt in his pants. When she finally broke the kiss, she looked into his eyes and saw the passion and knew that this was the man she wanted to lose it to. She eyed his bulge, seeing how it lifted the material, forming a small tent around the area. She pulled his head down, instead of kissing him; she moved to his ear and whispered one very simple word, "taxi?" With that, he looked at her hugged her tight and told her to wait while he went to get a taxi. Now she was alone, what was she doing? Did she love Dave? How could she, she didn't even know him. But then there was the aching for something more. When her breasts were against his chest throughout the kisses, they were aching for his touch, her nipples erect with excitement. Not to mention the wetness she could feel between her legs. As he reached her, she spun around and jumped onto him, wrapping her legs tightly around his body. She leaned into a kiss. This time, Dave pulled away. "Honey, the taxi is just over there, he won't wait for long." She pulled at the back of his neck, kissing him deeply, running her tongue across his teeth, slowly. She focused upon his top lip, before moving to kiss his bottom lip, slowly nipping and biting, sending unknown sensations through Dave's body. "Don't start something I won't let you finish before we get back," he warned her, pulling away feeling awfully hot. "Fine, just don't forget where I left off," She replied, fuelled with a passion she had never experienced before. Never, in her whole lifetime, and that was a long 19 years, had she felt the longing for another body. They entered the taxi holding hands. "Where you going mate?" The taxi driver asked in a rough accent. "Yours or mine, shall we say mine, I tidied this morning!" Dave asked her. "Planning on getting laid tonight were you?" She sniggered, at awe with her own words. "I knew tonight would be the night that you would finally notice me," he winked at her before grabbing her head and kissing her again. The taxi moved off. Both Sarah and Dave were still kissing and caressing each other, his hand moving slowly up the back of her sweater finding the piece of material that was keeping her perfectly formed breasts in place. Slowly, he unclasped it, feeling her tense as he undid it. He traced his finger around the front of her body, feeling the soft swell of her breast come into contact with his finger. He moved his hand up to feel to point of her nipple; he slowly moved his finger around the tip of it, feeling her relax against him. He rolled the point between his fingers, all the time still kissing her, getting her to relax into him. Dave silently crept his fingers down towards the waist of her trousers. As he did she broke the kiss up, looking in his eyes, she saw the passion and lent forward to kiss him again, accepting his movements. As soon as his hand reached her waist again, the taxi jerked to a halt. "You two, were 'ere. I'll come out and get'cha both." Dave stopped suddenly, "Hang on, I didn't tell you where I lived?!?" Dave pulled Sarah into him and whispered for her to do up her bra again. "Hey mate, you never answered. Where are we, I never told you where I lived." He looked out of the window trying to see if he recognised anything but it had been raining and the windows were all smeared. It was dark outside, too dark. Although he couldn't see any features, he could recognise that there were no street lights, this wasn't right. He held onto Sarah's hand tightly, looking at her and hoping she could understand what his eyes were trying so desperately to say. Sarah peered out of her window hoping to see something more. The rain must've been less on this side because she could just about make out some of her surroundings. A few bins scattered on the floor and other than that nothing. She looked over at Dave, "where did you say you lived again?"