Tim had always found Sarah hot. That was never in dispute. When he met her 4 years ago through his sister Mandy, he immediately put her near the top of the "hottest women I've ever met" list.
He hated her. That was the problem. His best friend Steve hooked up with her and she went from "know-it-all bitch" to "know-it-all turbo-bitch" over night. After putting on a happy face for 3 years of their relationship, Tim was glad when they finally broke up a few months ago. Now she had eased back into "know-it-all bitch", which was a little more tolerable. Sarah's beautiful features were obvious to Tim immediately. Gorgeous blonde, wavy hair just past her shoulders. Amazing, fit body. Incredible blue eyes. She had big, pouty lips that just begged to be kissed, and he often thought of them as perfect cock-sucking lips. Her beauty definitely made her presence a lot more bearable.
Three sights combined to make him lust for her more than any woman (and it killed him because he hated her!). Two summers before, Tim had seen Sarah in a bikini when she was over for a barbecue. Wow. Her ass was the most perfect ass he had ever seen. He knew it was nice, but the way it looked in that bikini bottom when she walked, or stood, or bent over, or reached up, or...you get the picture. That was one. He also got her first true look at her taut white belly in that bikini. That was two. The following autumn, a group of them were drinking together and Sarah wore no socks and had a weird kind of blue toenail polish on. When he was alone with her briefly, he mentioned the weird color and for a few minutes they talked exclusively about her feet. He got to look at her beautiful feet throughout the conversation without it being rude, since that was what they were speaking of. Those 2 situations always stuck out in his mind and he jerked off about her often. Sarah, for the time being, was living with his sister, Mandy. As such, he was forced to see her on occasion, and still be friendly with her. That being said, she was his best friend's ex-girlfriend. Forbidden territory. So he was forced to be civil to her, AND he couldn't touch her.
One day, Tim was in the neighborhood and dropped by his sister's place. Sarah answered the door. She wasn't exactly dressed to kill, wearing a thick, baggy wool sweater, blue jogging pants, and no socks. Her hair was a little frazzled, she wasn't wearing any makeup, and her eyes were a little red. She had been crying.
"Hi Sarah!" he said, cheerfully, "Is Mandy around?"
"She's working all day." she replied. That was when Tim made a huge mistake (though it turned out ok in the end!).
"What's wrong?" he asked. Inwardly he punched himself. The words slipped out.
"Oh, Steve's just a big asshole!" she complained, fighting back more tears. Tim almost responded with 'oh, ok, well, see ya later!' but thought that was a little insensitive.
"What did he do?" he asked, sighing inwardly. Not only could he not stand her, but he was turned on like crazy looking at this beautiful woman who was dressed down like this. Just seeing her sexy, full lips made his cock move slightly in his jeans.
"It's cold out," she said, "come inside." She stepped aside. He walked in, shutting the door. He wondered how he was going to get out of this boredom. He would keep his shoes on, and make it clear that he wasn't staying.
"I made coffee," she said, "take off your shoes and sit on the couch and I'll bring you some." So much for that plan. Well, at least she was great eye-candy. It would give him something to think about when he jerked off later.
Sarah sat next to him on the couch, whining about how Steve was just over and how he wanted to fuck her. She was upset that he was with someone else, having sex all the time, and she got nothing. She was upset that he tried to use her for more sex. Sarah wasn't getting laid and it was so hard to turn away the man she loved when he came by to give her some. She felt used. She felt worthless. She broke out in tears right there on the couch beside him.
'Great' he thought, 'she's hot, she's horny, she's vulnerable, and I can't do a thing about it!'
He put his arm around her and she cried into his shoulder. He tried to fight his hardening cock - he gets turned on when girls get emotional. She put her arms around him, holding him tight as she cried. With his free hand, he stroked her blonde hair, not saying a word. She was comforted by his touch, and it was that moment where she began to realize that she was becoming wet.
Sarah had been horny a lot lately, not getting any action, but with this handsome man holding her, comforting her, she began to get even more aroused. She couldn't help it.
For a half hour, she whined about this, and whined about that. Tim was great about it, listening to her, comforting her. She felt so warm in his arms, and she began to relax. His attitude about her softened somewhat. She was so vulnerable he couldn't help it. He also couldn't help his arousal. He had to get of there. Not only was she his buddy's ex, but she was his sister's roommate. A smaller taboo, the latter, but a taboo nonetheless. Besides, could he live with himself if he tried to kiss her and she shot him down? She would be even more unbearable to be around!
It turns out Sarah took the option away from him anyway. While her face was buried in his shoulder, she noticed there was a larger than usual bulge in his jeans. The slight tingling in her crotch grew much more demanding. From there, she couldn't stop glancing at his lap. Twice she caught herself actually start to reach for it! She looked up at him with beautiful, red-rimmed eyes. Her face was two inches from his, her breathing had deepened, along with his. Her heart was pounding. She realized she needed him. Needed to be touched. Needed to be loved. Needed to feel comforted. She slowly brought her face to his, her lips pressing against his softly. Their lips smacked quietly, and she kissed him again. Sarah kissed Tim a third time, this time opening her mouth. They exchanged tongues, Tim hesitantly, Sarah eagerly. She eased herself onto his lap, straddling him as the kiss became more passionate. His hands caressed her back as her tongue went far into his mouth.