"Come in..."
You hear her voice call from inside. You aren't really comfortable just walking in her house, especially since you have never been there before, but she isn't answering the door and you really have no other choice.
You walk into a small apartment. One thing you notice first is that all the walls are painted a deep chocolate brown. She had told you she had painted so you made a mental note to check it out.
"I'll be out in a sec... there is coca on the stove." You smile as you relive meeting her as she was reading and drinking her white hot chocolate, her signature drink.
You wonder into the kitchen and take a look at the fridge. Pictures of her and her dogs are plastered on the front. There is one of her and a guy covered in mud. "You lookin' at my pictures huh? See any you like?" You spin around and see her standing there. She looks, well, wet. She must have just gotten out of the shower because her usual blond hair is now brown from being damp.
You point to the mud picture and ask, "Where did you do that?"
She laughs, " In North Carolina. That is my baby brother. We went muddin." You want her float into a memory as runs her fingers through her hair and smiles. Since she is in another place, this give you a chance to really look at her. Her hair is slowly drying and you can see the blond in it now. Strips of red frame her face. Her eyes are now grey, but they change color with her mood. You haven't seen this happen, but she claims this to be the case. Her lips are full, pouty, pink. Across her cheeks are freckles, they are cute. She is wearing a white tank top with a red bra underneath. You can see it through her shirt. Her breasts are large and full. You follow the curve of her stomach to her hips. The term hourglass figure was made to describe this girl. Riding low on her hips are a pair of grey sweats. They are a little short on her, but her legs are so long that that is a normal thing. A red string in hanging out of one side, which you guess is part of her underwear, but you aren't really sure. Her feet are bare, but her toes are painted red. They are always red. She once told you that all girls should have red toes at all times.
She sways up to you and puts her arms around your shoulders, "what cha thinkin' about?" She asks. You shrug. There is no way you are going to admit that you were thinking about how good she looks, even just out of the shower. She smells of vanilla. You breathe her in deep. She giggles and nuzzles her face into your neck. You feel her chest expand as she takes in a deep breath. "I like the way you smell too."
You both are now sitting on the couch watching TV. It is a soft grey color. She cannot seem to sit still. First she is right next to you; then she is sprawled across the couch with her head in your lap; then she is on the floor on her stomach swinging her legs back and forth. Why is she so wiggly?
She rolls over and props herself up on her elbows. "I'm bored." She looks up at you with big eyes. "Well," you calmly say, "what do you want to do?" A large smile comes over her face and she sits herself up in indian style. "Well, I just got done reading this book, and I wanted to try some of the stuff I learned in it on ya. Are you up for it?" Hey, why not? She does this a lot, so you are used to it. She reads about everything. Lately she has been reading on massage so you figure you are about to get a massage. "Sure." You tell her. She lets out a giggle, claps her hands and jumps up. "Wait right here and I will get what I need." You watch her run back into her bedroom and slam the door.
Next thing you know you are sitting on a kitchen chair in the middle of the living room. She planted you there and made sure you were facing her bedroom door and then with strict instructions not to move, she left you and went back into her room. It's been a few minutes and you have no idea what is going on.
"Sarah," you shout out to her, "what are you doing in there?"
"Just a minute, I cant find the CD I want!"
What does she need a CD for? Then you hear music blare from her bedroom stereo. Hinder's song, Get Stoned, starts playing and just as the words start, the bedroom door opens. In the doorway, Sarah stand in a longsleeved white button down shirt and a pair of white socks. Your jaw drops. You sit and watch as she starts to dance to the music. She walks so she is just infront of you and throws her head back, and you watch as she runs her fingers through her hair, and then down her body, framing every curve. She walks up to you, still sitting in the chair, and strattles one of your thighs. As she grinds your thigh, she takes you hands and guide them around her body like a tourguide. You feel over the shirt and through her bra, the softness of her breasts. You never realized how big the actually are. She lets go of your hand and lets you do a little more exploring on your own. Your hands run down her stomach and feel her soft pale skin. Then your hands wonder down to her thighs. You explore down there a little longer. When your hand makes it to the inner part of her thighs, she lets out a soft moan. You look up at her and her eyes are closed and she is starting to bite her bottom lip... a sign that she is really starting to get turned on.
You stop moving your hands. She opens her eyes and looks down at you. "This isn't how it is supposed to go." She whispers.
