Cozied up under her favorite blanket, sans pants, with the NHL game about ready to start, her phone rang. It was her friend Stan, wanting to pick her brain about the hockey stats before placing bets. She laughed as she told him that she could share stats but had no idea how betting worked and him talking about money lines sounded like a foreign language. After explaining that she thought the game at hand would be a close matchup, especially with who each team had in net, Stan opted not to bet on the game. Instead he offered for her to come meet him and watch together, he was at a neighborhood bar. She politely declined, saying it was her designated "no people" day. Working with people himself, he understood, but threw out there "I'll be here through at least the first period if you change your mind." She laughed again as she hung up, he was a persistent fellow. It was one of the things she loved about him.
The puck dropped and she was locked in, watching. At the end of the first, her team was down by two- not the start she'd wanted, but it was a good game regardless. She grabbed a quick snack from the kitchen during intermission and was back under her blanket at the start of the second. About five minutes in, her team scored and cut the lead in half. She decided that she'd hop in the shower during the next intermission because it was shaping up to be a really good game and she wanted to shower before going to her brother's game. The rest of the second period was rather uneventful, so at the sound of the horn, she hopped in the shower.
The hot water felt wonderful, cascading down her body in hot little rivers of water, leaving a red line behind as they traveled. Normally she would have languished in the shower, enjoying feeling the stress of life and the day getting washed down the drain. However, today, she had roughly 12 minutes lest she miss any of the third period. She had to remind herself a time or two not to dally, even though the sudsy body wash made her skin all kinds of slippery. Staying mostly on track, she cut the water and wrung out her hair before twisting it up in a towel. As she wrapped her body in another towel, she heard her phone ringing again. Puzzled because she'd already talked with all the people that day, she was surprised to see Stan's name on her screen for a second time.
Answering with a bit of curiosity, he started going on about how the game was a shitshow and it was all because they weren't watching it together. Clearly, somehow, that would make the difference. She laughed and assured him that she was in fact watching the game, and that she'd warned him it would be a close matchup skills wise. With him on speakerphone, she was drying herself off while laughing at the conversation. From the other room, she heard the third period start. She was in the process of telling Stan that there was still plenty of hockey left to be played, when she was cut off by him yelling at the game- less than a minute into the third, the other team had taken a 3-1 lead. The goal only served to spur him on more; they needed to watch the rest of the game together. Finally she relented, but said she would only stay for the third because then she had to get to her brother's hockey game.
When she arrived at the neighborhood bar, it was less crowded than she'd anticipated. She'd thrown her wet hair up into a bun, put leggings on and had a tank top on under her oversized hoodie. There was Stan, half sitting half standing on his bar stool, laughing and chatting with another guy at the bar. When he saw her, his face lit up in a big smile "Sarah! You came!" She wasn't sure how it was possible for him to slur those three words, but he did. She sat next to him and while he finished his conversation with the other guy at the bar, she sent a text to her brother letting him know she might not make it. Upon seeing and hearing Stan she had decided, he would not be driving himself home.
Once he'd finished his conversation with the other guy, Stan sat and looked up at the screen then over to Sarah, before ordering her a drink. Their team scored, getting them within a goal, right as her drink was set in front of her. Quite obviously that meant that a toast was in order! After taking a drink, she looked at him and put out her hand, palm up.
He gave her a low five, and she laughed, shaking her head. "Keys."
He looked at her for a minute and then said "I can't give you my keys."
Thinking he was just being stubborn, she insisted, "Stan, give me your keys please."
His reply again was "I can't."
Confused and admittedly a little annoyed, she said, "I can't let you drive home like this. I'm not afraid to get in your pockets."
He laughed, "I can't give them to you because I don't have them. Jo, she came and took them already, but you can check my pockets if it'll make you feel better."
"Jo has your keys?" she asked, now even more confused.
"Yep, she came and got them from me and left me here to do my thang!" he confirmed.
Right about then, the other team scored, regaining a two goal lead. Sarah's mind was no longer thinking about hockey, she was trying to figure out how Jo could have left Stan with no way home. She shook her head and reminded herself she'd never understood their relationship, so why would now be any different?
She was drawn out of her thoughts by Stan's arm going around the back of her chair. He gestured up to the screen and shook his head. "It's a mess, I tell ya! But you're going to say there's plenty of hockey left to be played, I already know." They shared a laugh and he offered her some of the food he'd ordered. Brief small talk ensued and she subtly asked for the check, trying to keep him from ordering more drinks. As he went to pay the bill, he realized his wallet was in his car... the locked car he no longer had keys for.
Always one to keep the peace, Sarah paid for his tab and jokingly whispered, "You owe me." This was met with a laugh and some insistence that the night was not yet over because it was still early- time is a relative thing after all. As they walked to her car despite being a bit wobbly, Stan made sure he was a step ahead of her to open her car door for her. "My lady..." he said as he opened the door and gestured for her to make her entrance. She smiled to herself, not being able to remember the last time her car door had been opened for her. Little things matter.
He climbed in the passenger seat, looked at her and asked "So, where are we going now? And don't say home!" His face was damn near pleading, and she thought to herself that maybe he shouldn't go home just yet. She thought for a minute and then decided, making her way towards the west. There was a place a town over they'd gone to some years before, to chat and listen to live music. They had pool tables and they were both competitive, so it could be a way to get him to focus and sober up.
On the drive over, she was singing along to the songs on the radio, something she didn't normally do with others in the car. He smiled at her, laced his fingers in hers and started making their hands dance, while he tried to sing along to songs he didn't know. The whole thing was rather endearing. Sarah parked about a block away from the destination, not wanting to chance having to parallel park. They smiled at each other as they got out of the car. As Sarah walked around the front of her vehicle, she saw Stan close his car door and then disappear. He'd lost his balance and fell between her car and the sidewalk, a little awkwardly. She rushed over to him and reached out a hand to help him up, which she did with ease.
Not intentionally, Stan muttered "That was really nice, unexpected."
A little confused, Sarah asked "The fall was nice?"
Realizing he'd said something out loud, he said "No, not the fall, but being helped up. Sometimes we all need a hand, and there you were, willing to help. It was nice, and unexpected."
"I've got you, goofball." Sarah said, wrapping her arm around him to steady him as they walked towards their destination.
All the while her mind was racing with the implications of his words, was he not used to having someone be there for him? Wasn't that Jo's job, well not job, but role? Then she reminded herself that Jo had left him alone, at the bar without a way home or a way to pay his tab. She shook her head again, just as they were arriving at the door to the establishment. He opened it for her again, and it made her smile.
Live music was playing towards the back, it wasn't great but it wasn't terrible either. Both went to use the restroom, and when Sarah came out, Stan had just ordered them each a drink. He pulled out the chair for her, and they chatted with the bartender for a minute while he made the drinks. Their seats were close together due to how the place was set up, and their legs touched, both smiled. They again toasted, and then she remembered she was trying to get him to sober up. She challenged him to a game of pool, and he accepted. As they walked past the live music, he paused to dance with her. It was off beat and silly, just enough to bring some joy and laughter as they set out towards the pool tables.
A bit of trash talking ensued, as she'd beaten him the last time they played on these tables. He asked if she remembered that night, and while she was certain he was talking about the ass whopping she'd given him, her mind zeroed in on other aspects of that night. They'd sat by the fire pit and talked of life and the struggles of it all. She'd gotten pretty tipsy and he kept moving her hair to keep it from potentially catching on fire. She'd liked the feel of his hands messing with her hair, so she kept moving it back so he'd have to fix it again. She thought about the kiss they'd shared next to the fire pit, as she glanced in its direction- it was still there, inviting. She thought about the kiss they'd later shared in his car, and how his hands had made their way inside her shirt.
"Do you have quarters?" he asked, leaning in close. That snapped her back to reality, and she shook her head no. The no was both in response to his questions about quarters and to tell herself to stop that train of thought. That had been years ago, and had she not thrown up from drinking so much, things may have progressed beyond kissing and a little groping back then. But she had gotten sick, and he'd been sweet about it, but that was the end of that. A week later he and Jo were together, and they had been ever since.
Sarah tried to shake the feeling of regret for opportunities lost. She hadn't been at a place in her life to really start anything serious, and he was more of a "hobosexual" than anything else- looking for a place to stay as much as he was looking for companionship. He'd seemed happy with Jo, and within a couple years, they were expecting a child. Babies are always good news, so she couldn't begrudge him that. Yet still, she knew things between them hadn't been great in recent past and his comments solidified that concept in her mind. Knowing that, it made it harder not to think about what she'd missed out on as she glanced at the empty chairs by the fire pit.
"ATM?" Again her thoughts were broken by Stan. She said no, and then decided maybe being back on the live music side would be better than being haunted by the fire pit memories. They went back to the other side, and their seats at the bar were still open. Once again, he pulled out her chair for her, and it made her smile. Facing the bar their legs touched again, and she felt a rush of feelings all over. She took a hearty drag of her drink. He turned on his chair to face her, a leg on either side of her chair. Their knees were touching, and he was running his hand down his leg towards their connection. She was suddenly feeling warm, whether it was the drink, the close proximity or the memories, she couldn't be sure.
"So..." he started, "last time we were here"
Sarah cut him off with a smile "I kicked your ass in pool." trying to keep her mind from running right back from where she'd just wrangled it.
He laughed, and she was grateful. "Looks like I'll owe you a game then." he replied. She nodded.
He leaned in closer to her and said something, but she couldn't hear. She asked what he'd said and leaned in closer still. As he spoke these words, the hand on his leg near their knees made the short leap over to her leg "I owe you something else too..."
The words seemed to hang in the air, the heat from his words lingering on her neck and ear as the implication of his words bounced through her body. The warmth was everywhere now, and if she were honest with herself, she was enjoying it- more than she should have been. She turned to face him, his legs now on the outside of either thigh. They locked eyes and he smiled, his hands resting on her knees.
Finally the silence between them was broken by Stan asking "Do you want to make out?" As he asked, his hands moved slightly higher on Sarah's thighs.
She knew she moved her head and shoulders in response, but what that response was officially, she couldn't say. Everything in her body, and her voice of opportunities past was saying "HELL YES!" while her conscience was asking "What about Jo?" The next thing she knew, his lips were on hers, soft and eager, wanting more as his tongue parted her lips. Sarah kissed back, equally as eager, enjoying the feel of his hands moving even higher up her thighs. One hand left her thigh and she was momentarily sad, until she felt it rest on the back of her head as the other hand squeezed her thigh. A shared moan escaped both of their lips.
As their need to breathe increased, they parted with smiles upon their faces. His hand squeezed her thigh again, and this time she leaned in to initiate the kiss, her hand moving up his chest towards his shoulders, pulling him closer. This time their embrace was interrupted by the bartender asking if they needed anything. The voice reminded Sarah that they were not alone, something the kisses had made her forget. Realizing how easily she was getting caught up in things, she asked for the check. She quickly gave the bartender her card and settled the meager bill. Then she looked at him and said "It's time to get you home."
As they stood, he was again wobbly on his feet. She caught him. He wrapped himself around her as they made their way towards the door. Near to where she had parked there was a bench. He asked if they could sit on it, so they did. He pulled her into another kiss after whispering in her ear that she was incredibly sexy. The warmth she'd felt earlier settled firmly between her legs when he'd called her sexy. After a few more moments of making out, Sarah realized she'd be having a battle between her body and her conscience if she didn't get them into her car soon.
She broke the kiss, "It's getting late, we should get you home."
"To your home?" he asked hopefully.
"Your home, I have to work in the morning." She replied.
"But we could have much more fun at your home..." he said as he kissed her neck. It was a weakness of hers, makes her weak in the knees every damn time, but he couldn't have known that.
"Your home, love. I need to do the sleeps so I can go to work." She replied, already fighting her body.
"We could do the sleeps..." he smirked at her.
"We both know not much sleep would be happening if you came to my home." she laughed as she stood and helped him to his feet and then into her car, just in case he lost his balance again.
As she climbed into her car, he just gazed at her. She wasn't sure what to do with that, or with the conflicting things she had going on between her body and her mind. As the music kicked on, she was sure it would help things. She was wrong, as the lyrics to the song were about needing sex in the morning and in the evening. She wasn't sure he picked up on it, but she knew every single word.
His fingers again laced between hers as they started the relatively short trek back to their town. They had maybe a 15 minute drive until they were at his driveway, and it was like he was acutely aware of their dwindling time together. He started asking her to pull over, just really quickly. She told him no three or four times, but the next time he said please. She thought maybe he had to pee or was going to be sick, and not wanting to clean up the mess; she pulled over and turned into a residential area.
Once the car came to a stop, she looked at him, trying to figure out what was going on. He leaned over and kissed her again. She responded in kind, tongues dancing with one another. Suddenly he was closer to her, having unfastened his seatbelt. As the kiss continued, he unfastened Sarah's seatbelt as well. He broke the kiss long enough to say "We should get in the back seat."
Something about that sentence snapped Sarah back to reality. "What about Jo?" was all she could muster. His lips were back on hers and his hand started to make its way up her hoodie. He paused long enough to say "She won't care." before his kiss intensified as his hand cupped her left breast over her bra. Deftly he pushed her bra up over the top of her breast and started squeezing it gently as his tongue probed more.
His other hand found hers and brought it over to his side of the car. He kept trying to direct it to his pants and she knew two things- first, if she were going to feel him she wanted to tease him first, and second, if she felt him, she'd want to have the full experience. He wasn't aware of her thoughts, or likely much of anything aside from her hard nipple pressing against his hand. He brought her hand to his exposed cock, hard and waiting. As her hand made contact, he moaned into her mouth in the midst of their kiss, and he pinched her nipple. She wasn't entirely sure when he'd lost his pants, but there was a part of her that was glad he did.
His right hand left its cozy cupping of her breast to travel down her body, between Sarah's legs, searching. She moaned against him once she realized she'd been found out, there was no way to explain away the warmth that was radiating from between her thighs, even through her leggings. The same words that were uttered on the park bench were almost growled into her ear "So incredibly sexy!" Something about the way he said it, as his fingers moved to make their way inside her leggings, turned her on beyond belief.
Her fingers wrapped around his exposed cock, for the first time feeling the heat and the weight of it for herself. She slowly, deliberately, moved her encircled hand up the length of his shaft. She swore she felt him growing harder the more she touched him. At the same time, his fingers sunk beneath the waistband of her leggings and down between her legs. Her hand slid down his cock reaching the base as his fingers made contact with her panties for the first time. He twitched in her hand as he moaned "You're so fucking wet..."
"That's your fault..." she smirked while they kissed, still running her hand up and down his length. He pushed his body closer to hers in the car, not liking the distance between them. Now closer, he had a better angle to slip two fingers inside her panties, feeling just how wet she was for the first time. She spread her legs a little more to give him more access, his fingertip finding her clit in her folds as her thumb passed over the head of his cock.
As his finger found her clit, she inhaled sharply. It had been too long, far too long, since a hand other than hers had been in her folds. The anticipation of what he was going to do and how he was going to do it only served to amp up her excitement. She started stroking him a little faster, kissing him a little deeper, before breathlessly saying "This is so good... and you feel great in him hand."
His lips lowered to her neck, leaving a few kisses where his hot breath had just been. His hips were starting to move in time with her hand, and his fingers were dancing and playing with her clit. "It would feel great in other things too..." he kissed her neck some more, little moans of appreciation escaping her lips. "I've wanted to do this for a long, long time..." he said, kissing her earlobe before gently taking it in his mouth.
In her mind, she echoed his thought- she too had wanted to do this for a long, long time. Why hadn't they? Oh, right, Jo. Shit! Jo. Fuck.
"What about Jo?" she asked, barely loud enough to be heard.
"She won't care." he replied, increasing the speed in which he was rubbing Sarah's clit. It felt great, and she'd wanted this for some time... but her conscience was springing back to life.
"Wait... but I do." There was a stillness that came over the car.
Finally a whispered "You're my free pass" escaped his lips, with less conviction than he intended.
His hesitation in his words, coupled with her conscience screaming, solidified the next words that came out of her mouth, "I'm sorry Stan, this is a line I'm not willing to cross."
It was like every single cell in her body cried out in defeat as she uttered those words. The cells knew she was right, her heart and mind knew she was right, but damn if her soaked pussy wasn't pissed off at her.
Stan knew Sarah well enough to know that if she'd made up her mind about something, she'd made up her mind. Any ideas he had of sliding himself into her eagerness flew out the window, but it seemed a waste to let such wetness go untasted. He began asking "That's fine. I get it. But can I please just taste you? I bet you're delicious!" She had to admit, the idea was tempting. He started to try to lay her seat back, but it wouldn't go. She took that as a sign from the universe.
She took his hands from inside her leggings and upon seeing her wetness shining on his fingers, suggested he taste her that way. He was not a fan of the idea. "If I get a little taste, I'll want the whole thing... to really get up in there. I'd eat it all, your pussy, your ass... if you liked that. I like that... but a little taste won't be enough." She had to appreciate his honesty.
He was still mostly on her side of the car, now with his cock resting in her hand, though she'd quit stroking him. He looked at where her hand was, then back up at her, before moving his hips just slightly. Her eyes focused on his still hard cock, and how good it felt in her hand. He adjusted his hips a little more, bringing them a little higher, and asking "Do you want to taste me?" He twitched again at the words, growing a slight bit harder, if that was possible.
Her eyes went from his twitching and still excited cock up to his eyes, and they were locked on her. His hand cupped the side of her face and he urged "Come on, try it. Just try it." His eyes were almost pleading with her, and her fortitude was failing. "Please, just try, just a little." His thumb caressed her bottom lip and she felt the warmth spreading in her body again.
It took everything she had not to lick the tip of his thumb. It would have been the beginning to the end, the only green light needed. His thumb would be replaced by his cock, which was meer inches from her face as it was. And much like him, just a taste wouldn't be enough.
He took her lost in thought silence as a no, and sat back in his seat. "It's okay that you don't like to do that," he started, "I'm sorry I asked."
Realizing this was the moment to put the car back in gear, Sarah did just that. As they started to drive away from their impromptu make out spot, she tried to assure him.
"It's not that I don't like it, in fact, I enjoy it a lot... when it's my idea." She smirked.
"Oh really?" he scoffed, and half laughed.
"Yeah, really." She shot eyes at him, and then went back to watching the road. "There's just something about making a man squirm and feeling his excitement grow, hearing him, that gets me." she continued. "Besides, if I were to try it, I'd want you to remember it and I'm not sure you would tonight."
"Huh..." was his only reply.
It was a quiet few minutes with the radio until they reached his driveway. They hugged goodbye like they always did, and he made his way to his front door. She had no doubt he'd be balls deep in Jo as soon as he could be. As she drove the short distance to her own home, she was slightly envious of both of them- Stan for having someone to go home to, and Jo for being the one he went home to. She knew her trusty toy would be waiting for her, but it's a poor substitute for the real thing and she had been so, so close.
As she walked in her door, she was shedding clothing on her way to her room. She knew what she needed, and knew how to deliver on herself. It took just a few minutes to coax out the best orgasm she'd had in a long while. Body shaking as beads of sweat collected between her breasts, she realized she wanted more... more than her toy could give. Damn it, what had they done?
Early the next morning, really just a few hours later, she made her way back to her car. She still had to go to work, even with little sleep. Work hard, play hard, or something like that. Unlocking her car and climbing in, she saw his baseball cap sitting on the passenger seat, almost as a calling card. Her nipples almost instantly got hard and the familiar warmth returned to her legs... she was going to have to see him again and return his hat.
This could get interesting...
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