Saturday night finally came. The past few days felt like an eternity. Every dream I had, every thought that came into my mind was occupied by Sharon. I relived every second from when I saw her sun bathing on her deck, driving in my truck with her bare feet on my dashboard, the way she shocked the hell out of my friends, walking onto the beach with her, and how delicious her lips and her body tasted in my mouth. Her kisses tasted like nothing I had ever had before in my life, it was deep and passionate, not clumsy or unsure like the girls I've dated before. It was the kiss of a woman.
Friday night my mom told me that she and my father were going up to the city with some friends of theirs for dinner and a show. They knew they were probably going to overdo it at the restaurant and were booking a hotel room, so they may not be back till late Sunday night. I couldn't believe my luck. This was going to work out better than I'd planned. I'd still do as Sharon asked and park my car down the street to preserve her modesty and dignity. By the time Saturday night came I was more than ready to go. I'd showered, shaved, even put on a little cologne I only wore for when I had to go to weddings or other formal occasions.
It was about 10 o'clock. Sharon had a guest bedroom down the hall and its window looked right out at mine. She told me to look for a signal to know when to come over. When I looked out the window I saw one of those electric candles people put in their windows at Christmas time, only this one had a little red bulb in it. That had to be it. That had to be her telling me she was ready. My mother grew Gerber Daisies in the backyard and I remember Sharon complimenting them when my parents had invited her over a few weeks back. I picked one and brought it with me. I parked my truck three blocks away just to be safe than walked into her backyard and up the deck to the screen door. There was a single candle burning on the glass top coffee table she kept in her sunroom.
I opened the door quietly. "Sharon?" There was no answer. I stepped inside and listened. I thought I heard something down the hall, but I wasn't sure. I stepped through the sliding glass door which lead me into the house, it was unlocked, too. "Sharon?" I said again, a little louder. I listened again and heard what sounded like Jazz music, playing very softly. I stepped into the kitchen and there was another candle burning on the counter. Okay, this was some kind of game she was playing, I'd heard about these. I made my way into the living room, a little surer about things now, and very curious. On her living room coffee table she had another candle burning, another on either of the end tables near the couch, four on top of the fireplace mantle, and two down on the marble in front of the fireplace itself. Sitting on the couch in front of me, her legs curled under her was Sharon. My sureness about what may happen had quickly faded and I was more nervous than I had ever been about anything in my life. A part of me was telling myself to turn around and go home before I make a fool of myself. Another was telling me this was all in the bag and all I needed to do was march over there and collect what was mine. And a third was telling me to just leave all my expectations behind, let whatever happens happen. I decided to take the latter advice.
"Hello, Jake," I heard her whisper from the couch. Her stereo was on and she had some soft music playing, a jazz saxophone from what it sounded like.
'Oh my God,'
I thought. I stepped across the threshold into her living room; it felt like my legs were moving on their accord instead of any command of mine.
"Come sit next to me," she said and patted the couch cushion next to her.
I looked at her, studied her, I wanted to memorize every inch of her. She was wearing a pair of small red boy shorts and a black necklace halter-top that showed off her shoulders. I opened my mouth but nothing came out. I was dumbstruck. I had to say something, anything.
"Ha... Happy Birthday," was all I could muster. I presented her with the daisy and sat next to her.
She smiled and her eyes brightened. "Thank you," she said taking the flower and smelling its perfume. "So pretty."
"So are you," I blurted out.
Oh God, why did you say that?
I thought. I wanted to reach into the air, grab hold of those words and pull them back into my mouth.
"And you're very handsome," she said back, looking at me through half open dreamy eyes.
I cracked a crooked smile. Okay, I guess it wasn't such a bad thing to say.
After that I didn't know what I was going to do next. Do I lean over and kiss her? Talk to her? Hell, I didn't even know what to say. Just jump her right there? I had no clue what my next move should be.
Sharon sniffed the flower once more, than looked at me curiously. "Are you okay? You seem really tense," she said and rubbed her hand across my shoulder. Her touch was like electricity. "Here, let me rub your shoulders. You've been working so hard for me, I'd never even thought you might be sore." She shifted onto her knees and turned to face me. When she moved I could see her breasts swing and jiggle under her shirt and the outline of her nipples against the silky fabric, she wasn't wearing a bra; oh thank you GOD!!! "Turn a little." She made a circling motion with her finger and pointed for me to give her my back. I turned and she laid her small hands on my shoulders and began to give me a massage. I immediately felt my entire body go slack as she began kneading the tops of my shoulders and the back of my neck. God, it felt so fucking good.
"Wow, you are tense." She leaned into me and started to massage a little harder. I could feel her tits brush against the back of my head each time she pushed her body into her rubbing. I involuntarily let out a moan of pleasure.
"Feel good," she asked.
"Oh yeah," I answered.
