All characters in the story are over the age of 18. It's pretty slow at first, I tried to write out the characters and develop them, the next ones should be a bit more kinky. Things get pretty dom/sub towards the end, so if that isn't your thing then this isn't your thing.
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Sarah spent the last six weeks dreading this day, the day she would be sent off to live with her uncle for a summer before going to college. She'd just graduated high school and was in need for some cash, which her uncle readily provided—as long as she lived with him and helped him remodel a house in the woods two hours away.
It took some convincing, especially when it meant she'd have to leave her boyfriend behind, but when her uncle offered her $15 dollars an hour she couldn't refuse. Besides, she was only two hours away and could visit over weekends. In her mind, it would be a good test if they were viable to last in college because even though they were going to the same school, she knew there would be trials with class work and social circumstances. Still, she was going to miss their brand new sex life.
She waited until she turned 18 before they had sex, despite Max's constant requests otherwise, so when the day came 4 months ago they began fucking every chance they got. They fucked in the car after Sarah's soccer practice, before church on Sundays and in their beds while parents were downstairs watching movies. Her sex drive skyrocketed in that time, and Sarah was not looking forward to the immediate drop off from the move.
Sighing, she rubbed her eyes open and got off the bed, waddling her way towards the bathroom in a pair of gym shorts and a baggy white t-shirt, phone in hand. Seven o'clock it read, she planned on leaving for her uncle's cabin at 11 am and still needed to finish packing her clothes, but first she had one last dick appointment with her boyfriend. Grabbing hold of her toothbrush, she posed for a second, hip out, winking and snapped a photo. Her raven hair settled on top of her shoulders, showing mild signs of bedhead. The thin white soccer t-shirt did nothing to hide her hard nipples from poking through, and her hip poised to the side brought out her natural curves.
"You better be ready," she captioned the photo before sending it to Max. She finished brushing her teeth and brushed out the bed head from her hair before returning to her bedroom and looking at the floor of suitcases left open, containing clothes and toiletries with no organization. Sarah decided she'd just wear her pajamas to the rendezvous, clothes would just get in the way. Putting on a pair of sandals she snatched up her car keys, took one last look at the mess of suitcases, and made her way downstairs, yelling, "I'm going to see Max!" To her mom in the kitchen before hopping in her car and heading to the church parking lot.
She drove a small Ford Taurus that made a rickety sound when she pressed the gas too hard, and unsurprisingly she beat her boyfriend to the parking lot. Impatient, she sent another photo to him, this time with a finger in her mouth with her eyes rolled up, "Where are you?"
Five minutes later the man arrived in his SUV, rolling down his window and smirking at the barely dressed girl across from him. He decided a week ago, despite Sarah's strong opposition, to grow out a beard—and it wasn't going too well, growing in patches and scratching her lips when they kissed. Despite that, Max was drop dead gorgeous, with short brown hair and proud cheekbones, he had washboard abs from his time as a swimmer. Sarah opened her door and walked around to the driver's side window, bringing his face in for a deep kiss, feeling his hair intertwine with her fingers.
"Come on, hop in the back. Let's get a move on it," she bossed around, playfully patting him on the head.
"Someone's in a hurry," Max responded, opting to get out of the car and move into the backseat rather than squeezing his 6' 2" frame over the center console. Sarah lay waiting for him on the backs of the pushed down chairs, leading to a pretty large flat space ripe for use. Once both of them were horizontal, she brought him in for another long kiss, slipping her hand underneath his shirt and rubbing along his back and front, feeling her man. He followed suit, smiling when he felt the lack of a bra securing her 32C breasts, and again when he slipped a hand underneath her shorts to feel her bare ass.
Embraced for a few minutes simply kissing, Max broke the routine first, twisting on top of Sarah and working his way down her body with gently planted kisses. Sarah always had a weakness for neck kisses, and she could feel her already wet pussy overproduce as he nibbled at her neck. Next he pulled up her shirt, and she could feel his tongue swirling around her left nipple, then her right, and she voiced her approval through a moan and rubbing her fingers through his hair with even more urgency. His trek ended at her waistband, where he looked up into Sarah's face and wordlessly she lifted her hips enough for him to pull off her shorts, revealing a hairy mess of a pussy. Kissing around her thighs, Max stopped teasing when he got kicked in the side by Sarah's impatient foot. She was so wet at this point, that she'd left a wet spot on the fabric of the car, with a path of droplets leading directly back to her opened pussy.
Max attacked her pussy, licking up and down, swirling around her clit and starting to finger her. Sarah came after five minutes, feeling the waves of an orgasm coursing through her body, her moans alerting no one in the empty church parking lot to their unholy actions. Max licked her throughout her twisting orgasm, feeling her hairy mound pumping into his face and taking it like a champ. He smiled before adding, "Your turn."
Sarah, when the waves of the orgasm had slowed, got up and returned the favor to her already-stripped boyfriend, taking his hard cock and bringing it to full mast by playing with the head. Once rock hard, it measured at 6 thin inches, but Sarah, easy to orgasm, loved every bit of it. She dismounted, knowing that at this point the oral was just to get him prepared for the next part of their dance, and reached into the cupholder on the side of the car to grab a condom, rolling it onto him.
On top, Sarah crawled up his body, kissing along his hairless body back up to his face, the opposite of what he'd done to her. After kissing him deeply on the lips, she leaned upwards and reached a hand down between her legs to guide the missile into its home. Rubbing the tip against her wet slit to give him a taste, she then slid down him slowly until she'd had every inch of him inside of her. Flipping her hair back, she smiled at her boyfriend and started moving up and down on the cock. Soon she started panting as his hands reached up played with her dark brown nipples, until she dropped down and kissed him passionately, cock buried all the way inside her.
"I need you to take me, Max," she said, moving off his cock and moving onto her back. He quickly repositioned himself and picked up the pace, pushing inside her as hard as he could. She came a few minutes later, signaled by her call, "Fuck, yeah, right there, harder harder keep going, fuckkkkkkkkk."
Max finished inside her seconds later, pulsing inside the condom until the orgasm had finished, pulling out and tying up the condom for easy disposal. Naked, the 18 year-olds laid together in the bed of the SUV, arms and legs intwined and stuck together with sweat. Sarah felt comfortable with her neck laying on his chest, the rhythm of his breaths making her smile, but soon the time came for her to go back home and off to her uncle's cabin.
When she left him, she cried on the drive back to her house, rolling back into the driveway at 9:30. Shit, I only have an hour and a half left to pack, she thought, rushing to finish all of her final things.
At 11 am, she stood with her hand on her hips, wearing faded blue jeans and a thin red and black flannel. She'd fit all her clothes, bedding toiletries and life in two suitcases. Apparently her uncle had the rest of the things she'd need. She said goodbyes to her parents, impatient to get them to stop doting on her. On the two hour drive to the middle of nowhere, she talked with Max the entire way, laughing about missing an exit and all the fun adventures she'd have doing housework in the middle of nowhere. There'd be no wifi or service where she was going, her uncle said, so the young lovers made a plan for every Tuesday and Thursday night to talk at 8 pm, when neither one had work.
Sarah cried again when she finally hung up with him, she was taking this worse than she thought she would. Her eyes were still red when she turned into the quarter-mile long gravel driveway to her uncle's house. Her uncle was sitting on the porch, iced tea in hand, when she finally rolled up to the house.
The last time she'd seen him was two years ago, and she had a vague memory of what he looked like then. Now, he was clean-shaven with a rich tan, with crow-eyes and thick salt-and-pepper hair. He had thick arms from his work as a carpenter, and a thick chest too.
"Howdy Sarah, been a while," he said, coming down off the porch to help his niece unpack.
