Authors: Andrew Hess
“What the do you mean; leave me alone? Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?”
“I tried to get you into the tub this morning, but you wouldn’t budge. I had to get Evan to help. And…well...”
Evan’s eyebrows wiggled at Julie. She instantly covered her body with her arms. “Did he see me naked?”
“Not entirely.” Sara laughed at Julie’s embarrassment. “He only saw you from the waist up.”
Heat crept up Julie’s neck as her arms cinched around her chest tighter. Her eyes darted between Sara and Evan. “Pervert,” she replied.
“I didn’t do anything wrong. I came in to help. It’s not my fault you were laying there with your boobs hanging out.” Sara tried hard to keep from laughing at Evan’s comments. “Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” His eyes lowered to where Julie’s arms remained like a vice over her chest. “I mean you really have nothing to be embarrassed about.”
Sara saw Julie’s jaw clench tighter. The joking was escalating from teasing to genuine anger. “Okay Evan, that’s enough.” She could see him opening his mouth to make another comment. “I said enough.” Her voice had a more intense sound to it, one she was sure Evan never heard her use. By the look on Julie’s face, neither had she. “You had your fun, now drop it, and wipe the image of her boobs from your mind too.”
Evan had the defeated look of a scolded puppy dog. He lowered his eyes to his plate and continued shoveling the food in his mouth. Sara glared at Julie who started to snicker at Sara’s admonishing. She quickly slouched in the chair, taking small quick bites of food.
The sun slowly set on the apartment in New Hyde Park. Evan sat on the edge of the bed next to the bay window overlooking the street below. Thoughts of the last twenty-four hours flashed through his head every couple of minutes as he waited for Sara to come home. It was obvious the girls needed to talk. He didn’t know if they were trying to come up with excuses for what he saw at the bar, or Sara trying to smooth things over after he crossed the line with his teasing. Either way, it didn’t matter to him. In his mind, Julie deserved every bit of embarrassment he threw at her. Every bit of blame was put on her. She was the reason Sara was at the bar, and was most likely the reason they were talking and dancing with those guys.
Evan’s body filled with rage every time he thought about the sleaze ball putting his hands on Sara’s body. The grimy fingers running up her legs, inching up the skirt brought his blood to a boil, causing him to lose control. It felt like an out of body experience when he threw the first punch. He had never been in a fight, but was poised to strike anyone who came near him. Luckily, the bouncers intervened before either man had the chance to lay a finger on him.
Hiding the resurfacing anger, Evan remembered the rush he felt trying to get the girls back to the hotel. Distance was the key. Sara eyes were sorrowful, but held the look of a petrified woman who lost control of a dangerous situation. He saw the terror etched on Sara’s face when she attempted to push the man away. It was an image Evan never wanted to see again. It was the reason he remained quiet and kept his back to her, hoping to avoid Sara until he could erase the night from his memory. It seemed hopeless until the next morning, until he saw Julie topless.
Evan did his best to stay out of the way, figuring the girls had a routine of taking care of each other. It was Sara’s request for water that sent him out of the room. He returned with a few bottles and heard Sara struggling and cursing behind the bathroom door. It creaked open easily at the slightest touch, revealing a pair of D’s staring back at him. His ogling was unintentional, but couldn’t be helped. It was easy to see why creepy men gawked at her whenever she went out.
Shaking the inappropriate thoughts from his mind, Evan moved to the window. His surprise return home had blown up in his face, leaving him to wonder what would be left to come home to once the night was over. Could Sara excuse his antagonistic behavior? Would he be able to get over the club incident and move on?
Beams of light turned onto his block heading towards his apartment. The cautioned speed, warned him of Sara’s arrival. In an instant, Evan’s mouth dried, his heart thumped loudly in his chest. He dipped further into the room, hiding his nervous pacing within the confines of the darkened apartment. He could hear the door close and the footsteps carefully climbing the stairs.
The lights clicked on as she entered the bedroom. Evan rested against the side of the bed. His eyes fixated on Sara’s disheveled appearance. Her hair was tied back with a scrunchy, allowing messy strands to escape. The shoes she wore the night before were held loosely in her hands.
Evan made a move towards Sara. He wanted to be angry, but couldn’t find it within him to yell or shout. All he wanted was to hold her. Reaching his arms out, Evan embraced Sara, drawing her closer to his body.
Her body shook in his arms as tears dribbled down her cheek. Evan wiped away the first batch. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m so sorry about last night. It shouldn’t have happened.”
“It’s not your fault,” Evan replied in a soothing voice.
“I shouldn’t have gone with her. I knew going there would be trouble. But I couldn’t take being in the apartment by myself anymore. I needed to get out, and Julie was the only person I could turn to.” Evan watched as Sara broke away from him and walked back to the closet, placing the shoes on the floor.
“So why did you go to Atlantic City?”
Sara seemed hesitant to answer, but reluctantly admitted it was Julie’s idea. “She didn’t seem like herself, like she was depressed about something, but didn’t want to tell me. She was being pushier than usual and eventually, I just went along with it.”
“Sounds to me like you were trying to be a good friend. Based on what I saw last night, she needed you more than anything.”
“You-you’re not mad?”
“I’m not exactly thrilled you were dancing with some guy.” His eyes swept over Sara’s wrinkled dress. “What happened to the dress you wore last night?”
“It was Julie’s. I wore this to her house and she made me change before we left for Atlantic City. Why? Do you like it?”
“I think it looks great on you. But do me one favor, don’t wear anything from Julie’s closet unless it’s for my eyes only.”
“You didn’t like what I was wearing?”
“I liked it a little too much. I think every guy at the club liked it too much. If it weren’t for Julie sleeping in the next bed, I don’t know if I could’ve kept my hands off of you.”
“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me last night.”
Evan placed his hands on Sara’s hips. “There was a war going on in my head last night. I was tired and angry, but a big part of me wanted to take you the moment we got to the hotel room.”
“And what about now?”
“Now, there’s nothing stopping me.” Evan pressed his lips firmly around Sara’s. His right hand cupped the side of her face, rubbing it softly and gently. His tongue swept the seam of her mouth, begging for entry.
“I missed you,” Sara gasped as she finally parted her lips.
Their tongues mashed together, twisting passionately as they moved closer to the bed. Evan pulled at the dress, lifting it above Sara’s waist.
“I missed you too.” He dropped a kiss on her collarbone while inching the dress up her body. With every word spoken, his lips touched another spot on her neck. “I…missed…every…bit…of…you.” The dress was pulled over Sara’s head and cast down to the carpet. He scooped her up in his arms, placing her carefully on the bed.
“Well, that was different.”
“I spent a lot of time in the hotel gyms. I was ordered to keep up the routine throughout the tour.”
Sara placed her hands on Evan’s biceps, squeezing and smiling at the improvement. “I think I could get used to this.”
“Let me show you something else you can get used to.” He rubbed the pad of his thumb over Sara’s black lace panties. His face lowered to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to her jaw.
“Fuck, I want you!” Evan could feel Sara lunge towards him. Her hand grabbing a fistful of his shirt to bring herself closer.
Quickly casting her soaked panties aside, Evan slid a finger inside of her, feeling her body tense beneath his advance. He wanted her more and more with every thrust of his fingers. It was an insatiable hunger that had been held back for two long months.
Sara’s grip loosened from Evan’s shirt, allowing him to move freely. With the free hand, he unhooked Sara’s bra, removing it without much effort. Her nipples pebbled instantly, drawing Evan’s focus. The pad of his thumb work feverishly on her swollen clit as he brought his mouth down to her chest. His tongue snaked out, circling the hardened nipple.
Sara’s hands slammed against the bed. Her hands balling the bedding in her fists. It was exactly what Evan wanted. She was close to the edge, and he was ready to give her body craved.
In one swift motion, Evan withdrew his fingers and shed his clothes. Sara lifted her head as Evan climbed between her long legs. He rubbed his shaft against her, teasing his entry.
“I love you,” he whispered while easing himself into her slit. Her body welcomed him as he began to rock back and forth. Feeling her nails dig into his shoulders made him pump faster.
“I-I love you to,” her breathless statement was less than a whisper. Evan saw Sara’s pink rosy cheeks grow into a fiery red inferno. He felt her hips move in a perfect rhythm with his own.
Grabbing Sara’s legs, he pulled them around his waist as he thrusted harder and faster. “Do you trust me?” She nodded with a look of concern in her eyes. “Good, hold on.”
He felt Sara cross her feet and latch her hands around his neck. His arms wrapped around her body and picked Sara’s body off the bed. He carried her to the nearest wall, plunging deeper inside of her. Her soft breathless whispers became loud moans as fingernails sunk deeper into Evan’s shoulders. His hands guided her body up and down, until she shook intensely.
He didn’t have to ask. The peaceful look on Sara’s face told Evan she came for him. Pressing her body firmly against his as he carried her back to the bed.
“Did you…” she asked.
“No,” he replied. “It’s okay. We have all night, and I intend to spend every minute showing you how much I love you.”
Morning felt like the dawning of a new day. There was a sense of peace surrounding the bedroom as Evan slept comfortably in the bed with Sara laying in his arms. He rolled to his side to face her, and stared at Sara’s kissable lips. Restraining himself was torturous and unnecessary. He was home, and there was nothing to stop him from doing what he wanted. Brushing the tendrils of hair from Sara’s face, Evan edged closer until his lips fit perfectly on hers.
Then, almost as if on cue, Evan’s phone rang violently from his jeans. There were only a handful of people that would call him that early. Two of which had a scheduled meeting to discuss his future. Believing it could be one of them, Evan slid out from the covers and crept towards his jeans. Fumbling for the phone, he caught sight of the name displayed on the screen.
“Ma, now’s not really a good time.”
“I’m sorry. I just wanted to see how the tour went.”
Went? How did she know the tour was over?
“It went really well.” Evan kept his voice to a whisper as he slipped on a pair of boxers and exited the bedroom. “How’d you know the tour was over?”
“I talked to Sara on the phone yesterday. She said she was on her way back to the apartment to meet you. Why didn’t you tell us you were coming home?”
Maybe it’s because I haven’t talked to you since I left that miserable house,
he thought. “I wanted to surprise Sara.”
“Well, I would say you did a good job of it. That girl seemed beyond nervous to see you.”
“Yeah, I was excited to see her too.”
“Well, I won’t keep you long. I just wanted to say welcome home, and invite you both for dinner tonight.”
The last dinner he and Sara spent with them had been a disaster. They fawned over Sara while continuing to put Evan and his dreams of being a famous author down.
“Sorry ma; I don’t think we can make it.”
“Please, I promise it’ll be different than the last time.”
Evan was shocked to hear her admit the inappropriateness of their last dinner. “You almost scared Sara away last time.”
“Scare her off? We happen to think very highly of Sara. We think she’s a great catch. You couldn’t find anyone better than her.”
Letting her words sink in, Evan knew his mother’s last comment was another dig at his self-esteem. It was a backhanded compliment. On one hand she said Sara was the perfect woman for him. On the other hand, she implied he could never find another woman that’s like her.
“I’ll talk it over with her when she wakes up.” He hung up the phone and walked back to the room. Sara was sitting up in the bed waiting for him with the sheet dangling off her creamy white skin.
“What did you need to talk over with me?”
Evan stared at Sara’s perky nipples. The hunger he felt the previous night resurfaced. “For some reason, I can’t remember.”
Sara dipped below the covers, shielding her body from Evan’s gaze. “Tell me what?”
“You can’t hide that gorgeous body from me.” He darted to the bed and crawled under the sheets, but felt a hand preventing him from touching Sara’s body.
“Tell me, or I’m getting dressed.” Evan wiggled his eyebrows with the perverted thought of watching her get dressed being almost as much fun as taking the clothes off. “I’ll change in the bathroom.”
His bottom lip flattened out, giving her the puppy dog face. Seeing she wasn’t budging, he decided to come clean. “My mother wants us to come over for dinner tonight.”
“Okay, what time?”
“You mean you wanna go?”
“Yeah, why not?”