Chapter Three
The next morning, after breakfast at the hotel, we were all in the car headed back to Sara and Kyle's house. It was only a 5-minute drive from the hotel we found. I found myself feeling a little nervous. I didn't know what to expect, but I had a general plan in mind, at least for today. After that, I hoped we wouldn't need one.
Lucy parked our car on the street in front of their house. As I stepped out, I saw Kyle backing his truck out of the driveway, just heading out to work for the day. I closed the passenger side door, then went around the front of the car and opened Lucy's driver side door. I leaned over and gave her a big kiss, whispering, "I love you, Honey."
I stood up and said, "Bye kids, see you at dinner," before closing the door, walking up the driveway and heading to the front door of their house. When I reached it, I hesitated. Should I knock, or just let myself in? I wondered. I compromised and decided to knock three times before opening the door, crossing the threshold and closing it behind me. Sarah was there in the living room, sitting on the couch, looking as nervous as a chihuahua watching the snow fall outside. She was wearing a light blue sundress with horizontal wavy lines with a high neckline--it was July in Oklahoma after all.
"Are you nervous? I asked, deciding not to beat around the bush.
"Yes," she said, just above a whisper.
"Are you having second thoughts? Because if you are, it's not too late to change your mind..."
She cut me off, "No!" She all but yelled, then lowered her voice. "I mean, no, I'm not having second thoughts. We're doing this," she stated confidently. She rose from the couch, walked over and gave me a big hug. "Thank you, again. I know I'll probably say this more, but this really means a lot to me, to us." She ended in a husky voice, before standing on her tiptoes to brush my lips with hers. I held her face with my hands and returned the kiss with more than a little enthusiasm.
She pulled back, looked into my eyes, and asked, "You want this too, don't you?"
"I'm excited by this opportunity," I said, trying not to sound overly enthusiastic, before I took her hand and led her upstairs.
"The guest room is on the left," she said when we got to the top. I walked her down the hall, turning into the room on the left. I turned the light on and surveyed the room. It was small, but not too small for a dresser, a full-size bed, and a small night table between the bed and the far window. The bed was covered by a decorative blanket, which I immediately pulled back and folded before setting in the corner.
"Here's what we'll do first," I began confidently. "I'm going to step out so you can undress down to your panties. You'll lay down on your front and I'll return, in my briefs, to give you a full body massage." I felt like I was missing something, then remembered. "Oh, do you have massage oil?"
"Yes," she replied. "It's in the closet outside the bathroom down the hall." She made to leave and get it.
"No, no," I stopped her with a gesture of my hand. "I'll get it while you're undressing and laying down. I'll be back in two minutes." Plenty of time for her to get ready. I left and walked back down the hall to the bathroom. I looked inside quickly, surveying the bathtub and shower, easily big enough for two adults.
I turned to the closet and opened it, scanning for a bottle of massage oil. I found three different ones: lavender, orange blossom, and vanilla. I picked up the vanilla, took a whiff, and flinched at the overpowering odor of vanilla. Then I picked up the orange blossom, smelled the nozzle and decided it wasn't too strong; more like something else with a hint of orange. I closed the door and returned to stand outside the guest room. "Are you ready in there, Sarah," I called, announcing my presence.
"Yes, Steven, I'm ready," she answered calmly.
I turned the corner and entered the room, prepared to take in the sight of her. She had pulled up an off-white sheet to almost covering her shoulders, but the pile of shucked clothing in the corner reassured me she was mostly naked underneath. As I started undressing, I reminded her, "Remember, you're to let me know if there's anything making you uncomfortable, ok Sarah?"
"I understand, but I don't think I have anything to worry about. Lucy texted me this morning, assuring me you wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me," she replied, completely confident in her safety.
I continued undressing until I was left in my tight-fitting briefs, blue today, my favorite pair. I walked over and lightly touched the top of the sheet on her shoulder. "Are you cold?" I asked, indicating the presence of the sheet.
"No, it just makes me feel comfortable. You can pull it down when you're ready," she said, almost shaking in anticipation.