This Weeks End

When I returned to my room, Sara had found her way under the covers and had pulled them up to her chin. "Sara?" I whispered as I stepped carefully towards my bed. I didn't want her to be to asleep. After what she did for me, I didn't really feel like sleeping.

Apparetly she did because she didn't stir as I lifted the covers and joined her in my bed. Nor did she move when I slid up behind her to take her in my arms. It was disappointing to tell the truth.

Sleep was a long time coming that night. While I tried to drift off to sleep, I found myself going back and forth between debating how to wake Sara up without her getting upset and thinking about the next month in the city learning everything Lonna thinks I need to know for my new job.

I didn't think I would ever get to sleep, to tell the truth, I thought I would end up having to sleep in Anna's car on the way to the city the next day but luckily, in the early morning hours, I foudn myself falling into a deep sleep.

Dreams came and went. They ran into each other, mixing until they were so utterly forgettable when I woke up in the morning.

And what a wake up it was!

A Little Something

As her fingers curled around the waistband of my boxers, her lips nipped at my stomach. "Fuuuck!" My hips came off the bed involuntarily when her tongue flicked over my skin. Her chuckled was muffled, I barely heard it but oh hell did I feel it. If I wasn't hard, that vibration would've been enough to get me there.

While my hips were off the bed, Sara slipped her hands around to my back and tugged my boxers down over my ass; her nails gently scratching my skin. She disappeared for a brief moment - actually she moved back enough to slide my boxers off and toss them over her shoulder but it seemed like she disappeared.

When turned back to me, her eyes travelled downwards to my cock. "Wow," she gasped, almost breathlessly before leaning in to press her lips against mine. "I want to kiss..." her hand circled around my cock.

"You want...?" I didn't have a hope in hell of finishing that statement once her lips started downwards once again - nipping, sucking their way down my chest, over my stomach and down to her hand which still encircled my shaft. I jerked in her hand when her lips pressed against my tip.

I was almost afraid to react to her sudden interest in exploring my shaft with her fingers and mouth. I thought that I was dreaming and if I mentioned anything or groaned too loudly, she would stop. I swear I would've died if she stopped.

But she didn't stop. Not once. She licked. She sucked. She played with my balls. She did everything I wanted her to do with my cock - except ride it. I tried, numerous times to pull her up my body to give her something in return but she insisted that this was all about me.

"It's not a good time for me," she said at one point. It took me a few moments and the staring 'come on, you know what I'm saying' look before I understood what she was hinting at.

"Does that...." I grabbed hold of the shirt she was wearing. "Can this come off?"

Without saying a word, or lifting her head from my crotch, she helped me remove her shirt. Once her shirt was resting somewhere on my floor, she moved up my body, her hands covering her bare breasts.

I slipped my hands around her wrists. She raised a brow before looking down at her chest. "You want to see?"

I nodded and she removed her hands. "Ohhh yesss..."

"You want to feel?"

My eyes widened. I nodded so vigorously, I rocked her which made her tits bounce. "That's what I"m talking about!" I lunged forward, wrapping my arms around her waist to drag her down to the mattress with me.

My hand slid up over her ribs until it cupped around her tit. "This isn't about you," she moaned when my lips closed around her nipple.

"Yes it is," I murmured. "I want this."

"You do?" Despite my protests, she shoved me away. Cupping her tits again, she asked me how much I wanted them. Laying back on my bed, I told her that I've thought about nothing but wanting her since I met her.

"Good to know," she straddled my legs, leaned forward and squeezed her tits around my cock.

The pressure, the movement, the warmth. I couldn't handle any of it anymore. Months and months of teasing finally had it's toll.

"Sara..."

I didn't even have time to finish my sentence. But she seemed to know. Her hands fell from her tits and one circled around my cock to finish me off. It was messy. It was hot. And she loved every drop of it.

And I loved that she didn't jump out of bed the second I was finished to go wash off my handiwork. Instead, she curled up next to me for a good ten minutes before suggesting that I go wash up before I fell asleep.

"You don't want to meet Anna tomorrow covered in -"

"My man juice?"

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, she won't really care for that. Plus her boyfriend wouldn't like it."

"Scott?"

"Scott?" Sara looked confused.

"You said her boyfriend."

She scoffed. "Scott isn't Anna's boyfriend Tanner!" With a chuckle she told me that Scott is engaged to some chick named Kim. "They are getting married at the end of the summer."

"So..." I frowned. "Who's Anna dating then? I thought she was with Scott, she seemed happy to see him."

"They are friends," Sara told me. "Anyway, enough about Anna." She reached up and squeezed my shoulder. "Go shower so we can get to spending the rest of the night together."

In the shower, I realized that I was relieved that Scott and Anna weren't dating.

The Night Before

If I never have to see Beverly again, I’ll be the happiest man in the world. Fuck was she a bitch towards me in the last two weeks that I was there. You know, I understand that she went through assistant managers like crazy before I was there and yes, she was counting on me to stick around but fuck, if I want to leave, I’m going to leave. No amount of guilt trips or tears were going to change my mind.

My parents, on the other hand, were excited that I was getting into something that would make me happy and leave me financially secure.

“So does that mean you’ll be moving out?” Dad asked me when I took them, and Sara, out for dinner to tell them about the job.

“Oh!” Mom backhanded dad. “Don’t be silly, Tanner can stay with us as long as he needs.”

“If it’s alright,” I glanced from mom to dad and back again. “I would like to sick around for a little while longer.”

“Of course it’s alright,” Mom replied immediately. “You are welcome to stay as long as you need Tanner, we told you that when you first asked about coming home.” She shot dad a dirty look as she told me that nothing has changed. “We love having you home. Right dear?”

Dad agreed with mom and then asked me to tell them a little more about Scott and the hotel. “I drove past that place yesterday, didn’t look like they were ready for business. And you are quitting your job already?”

“Well no dad, they aren’t ready to open yet but it’s not a big deal –”

“Not a big deal?” Dad stared at me. “Now Son you should know better than to jump into something that’s not a sure thing. Why –“

“Dad, I know what I’m doing. Trust me please?” I went on to tell him that I wasn’t jumping into anything. “After I work my two weeks with Beverly, I’ll be going to the city, for a month, to work alongside Lonna, the woman who does the same thing I’ll be doing at Scott’s father’s hotel. When we come back from the city, Anna and I will be interviewing potential waitresses and banquet servers. I will have to train them and get everything ready on end before we open. It’s going to be crazy – even without being opened.”

“Anna?” Mom gave Sara a sidelong glance. “Who’s Anna?”

Sara smiled. “Anna is ­–“She paused, gave a little sigh and then continued. “I mean, she was, the Infant department manager at my work. Scott offered her a job in personnel at the hotel and she took it.”

It was a sore spot for Sara, Anna leaving the department manager role. When we went back to her place after meeting Scott and Anna at Mac’s the night he offered me the job, Sara told me that she wasn’t happy that Anna was leaving.

“Why do all the great managers leave?” She asked me. “We have a system, the department is running smoothly and sales have been crazy. Why does she have to leave?”

She was upset; she hated change and had gone through a couple really horrible department managers so she wasn’t looking forward to whoever was taking over after Anna left. To cheer her up, I told her she could always work for me.

“You would have to go through the whole interview process,” I told her jokingly. “And I’ll try to keep my hands off you at work.”

“Uh huh,” she snorted. “You’ll be trying to do me on the banquet table!”

I raised a brow. That was an idea.

“Don’t even think about it!” She demanded with a chuckle.

I thought about it; over and over again. And I brought it up every single time there was a break in conversation between us. I mentioned it so much that every time there was possibility of silence, Sara would start to sing. It got to the point that I was mentioning it, partly just to bug her, but mainly to hear her sing. She would make up these little songs about what we were doing or about wishing I wasn’t such a horndog; they were hiliarous.

The day before I left to go to the city, Sara was over – I had asked her to spend the day with me since it would be the last time I saw her for a while. She came over right after work, we had breakfast together and then she showered while I made a list of all the stuff I had to do before I left. Stuff I wanted to leave until the next day but Sara wanted me to get it out of the way so that we could spend the last moments I had in town, together.

After spending all day out running around town, I was happy to finally be able to relax in my room, in just my underwear. I was on my bed, finishing up a phone call to my brother, when my door opened.

Yaaaawwnnn!

Raising a brow, I stared at Sara as she stood in my doorway.

She looked embarrassed. “Sorry.”

She yawned again.

If she was wearing one of my t-shirts. If she didn’t stretch along with the yawn, giving me a nice glimpse at her pink panties, I think I would’ve laughed.

“Gotta go,” I told Travis before hitting the ‘end’ button and tossing my phone in the direction of my nightstand. “C’mere,” I held out my hands.

Sara was half way to my bed before I even reached for her. Kneeling on the foot of my bed, she flashed me a sad smile. “I really wish you weren’t leaving tomorrow,” she told me as she leaned forward – hands on either side of my feet – her body so close to my legs as she moved forward, crawling over me.

“I’m going to miss you,” she pouted when she came face to face with me. “Do you have to go?”

“Ummm…” All thoughts vanished the moment her fingers began to trail over my chest.

"Are you going to miss me?"

"Yesss," I hissed as her fingers found their way down over my stomach, to my underwear. One corner of her mouth turned up on a sexy smirk. An eyebrow arched. Then I watched, in awe, as her eyes traced the same route her fingers took moments before.

Leaning over me, her mouth brushed against my ear. "Close your eyes Tanner," she whispered.

I gave her a questioning look.

"Just do it," she chuckled. "Trust me Tanner, you'll like this."

Smiling, I did as she asked while settling back against my pillow again.

"Can you see?" I told her no. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"None." I said confidently.

"You can see!"

I laughed. "No Sara," I reached down to my waist where both of her hands still hovering over my boxers. "You didn't move these."

"Oh shush," she slapped my shoulder playfully and told me to keep my eyes closed.

"They're closed!" I laughed. "It's black and there are white fuzz - oh fuck!" My jaw dropped.

And her hands tugged at the waistband of my boxers. "These are in the way."

Spot Filler

After a pretty hot, but frustrating, make out session, I laid on my back while Sara curled up next to me. As her hand trailed over my chest, she turned to look at me. "I have a confession to make."

The way she said that she had a confession you would think that she was about to tell me some crazy, bad thing that she did.

"So...?" I lifted up on my elbow and gazed down at her. "What did you have to confess?"

"Well..." She bit her lip nervously as fingers on one hand danced against my chest. "I lied, a little."

A little? I laughed, "About what Sara?"

"About Anna, Scott and the job." She bit her lip nervously. "Are you mad at me?"

She lost me, I told her. I didn't quite understand how she could have lied about any of it; it wasn't as if I imagined the whole night.

Of course not, she replied.

"Why don't you explain how you lied - a little."

She seemed a little uneasy as she started to speak. "I didn't really lie. I mean, I didn't know for sure what Anna wanted you to meet Scott for but I had a good idea. I just didn't want to tell you in case it wasn't what was going on because I didn't really know."

I listened, in amusement, to her little rambling. When she was finished, I raised a brow and didn't attempt to hide the beginnings of a smile as I spoke. "You aren't very good at telling stories, do you know that?"

"Oh shush." She stuck out her tongue at me so I told her I had a place she could use it - she rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"What?" I laughed. "Did you expect me to say something else?"

She pretended to think about it for a second before shaking her head.

"Good." I slipped my hand under her back and pulled her closer to me. "Now, tell me what you were talking about."

Still shaking her head, she pressed her lips together while trying not to smile.

"Are you going to tell me?"

Again with the head shaking. This went on a little while longer, I would ask her a question and she would reply with a shake of her head.

"I can make you talk."

In mid head shake, I reached out and took hold of her jaw. With my thumb under her bottom lip, I moved her lip as I spoke in a higher voice. "Oh Tanner, you are soooo hot! I can't wait to get you naked and under me!"

For some reason, she laughed hysterically at that.

"What?" I chuckled. "I'm not the one who said it, you were."

"No, I didn't."

"Sure you did, I heard you say you want me."

"Uh huh," she shifted until her arm was circled around my back as she stared up at me. "Like I was saying about the lying..."

Sara started off by telling me that she had been talking to Anna about stuff that's been going on with her for the last couple months. "She's an great listener," she told me. "I feel she understands where I coming from and she does have a lot of stories to tell to help me through some difficult moments."

"You talked to her about me?" I already knew that Sara had said something about me to Anna before just from what Anna said when she stopped by work to see me.

"Yeah," she looked away briefly before meeting my gaze. "I talk to Anna about everything."

"Everything?" I raised a brow. "So that little comment you made a few minutes ago - about wanting me badly? - she would know all about it?"

"Tanner!" She playfully shoved me as her cheeks turned bright red.

"Sorry, continue." I wasn't sorry at all. Actually I was plotting how to corner Anna to see exactly what Sara has said about me.

"Ok, so at some point we spoke about you, the girls and how you weren't really doing what you wanted but it was in the same field so you were ok with that. And..." she stopped to bit her lip and give me this look, as if she was waiting for me to get mad about something she said.

When I told her to go on, she took a deep breath and shrugged. "Anna wanted to know more about what you use to do so I told her what you told me about the restaurant and your educational background. I didn't think anything about it but later, after she had told me about how she met Scott, and then asked me to give you her number, I started to wonder if she was looking to recruit you for his new hotel."

"I see," I nodded slowly. "So you think I would be upset that you might have guessed what Anna wanted?"

"Well..." she shook her head. "Not really. More like, upset that I talked to Anna about you."

"And possibly got me a chance at my dream job?"

She nodded slowly.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "I'm so ticked off - I think you are going to have to make out with me a lot to fix this."

Closing her eyes, she sighed heavily. "I guess if I have too."

"If you have too?" I pulled her against me and rolled over onto my back, dragging her on top of me. "You don't have to do anything - but I would like it if you did."

We were getting pretty hot when rapid knocking on her bedroom door interrupted us.

"I'm busy Billy!" She yelled out in between kisses.

He said something that neither one of us could make out. When she asked him to repeat what he said, he shoved the door open.

"Billy! Wha -" Sara stopped short of giving him hell when she saw that he wasn't his usual cheery side. "Billy?" She slowly moved off me and sat on the edge of the bed. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't mean to interrupt," he started. "But..." his voice cracked as he lifted his hand up and rubbed the back of his head. "I just thought you should know that Cal and I just broke up."

Sara was off the bed and at his side before I even realized that she moved. "What do you mean?" She asked. "Why?"

He shrugged, still not making eye contact. "I don't know, I thought we were doing great but I guess not."

"What did he say?" She wanted to know. "What excuse did he give?"

Billy turned his head her way but he wasn't looking at her. "He said he enjoyed my company..."

"What the hell does that mean?" Sara demanded.

"I don't know!" He snapped at her.

"Hey," I jumped up off the bed. "Don't talk to Sara like that."

"It's ok," Sara waved me away as she slipped her hand around Billy's arm. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I should've waited," he told her. "I didn't want to ruin your night."

Sara told him that he didn't and then asked him to give us a couple minutes. "I'll meet you in the kitchen," she told him. "Don't down the ice cream without me."

After Billy moped off, Sara turned to me and made a face. "I'm so sorry," she started but I stopped her.

"Go on, I'll just nap while you are gone."

To be honest, I didn't want her to leave but if she stayed, she would've been worrying about Billy. At least I had stuff to think about while she was gone. Like how do I tell Beverly that I won't be with her much longer and what it will be like to spend a month in the city with Anna.

Side Trip

"This is crazy!" Sara had a death grip on my arm as we sat in my car outside her house after meeting Scott and Anna at Mac's.

"Yeah," I chuckled. "This is huge. I can't believe it's happening to me."

"You deserve this," she told me with a grin. "This is so exciting!"

I couldn't help but laugh at Sara, she was so excited, she was actually bouncing in her seat. "Wanna go inside?"

"Yes," she nodded and turned to shove open her door. When I came around the front of the car, she launched herself at me. "Tanner, I'm so excited for you!"

The surprise impact of her body slamming against mine made me stumble backwards. I would've been ok, I wouldn't have fallen over, if it wasn't for the little edging of driveway. The moment my heel hit against that, I felt myself falling backwards so I gripped hold of the only thing within reach - Sara's shirt.

There's no way that you can make a trip backwards look cool. It's a given, you are going to look like an idiot and people will laugh. But when you happen to trip in your girlfriend's front yard and happen to take her button up shirt down with you? Fuck, you'll never get the high pitched squeal out of your head - ever.

My ass was hurting. My head felt like it split opened. But the truly mortified look on Sara's as she wrapped her arms around her chest was the only thing that seemed to matter.

"Sara..." Her eyes widened and slowly turned towards me when I spoke. I wanted to get up, take her in my arms and led her into the house like a 'good' guy would do but the pain that shot up through my back prevented me from doing anything. I went to apologize to her, I even held out her shirt as a sort of peace offering just in case she was upset.

"My shirt!" She squeaked as she quickly reach forward to grab her shirt from my hand.

"I'm sorry," I winced as I tried to move again.

Her head was lowered as she held the ripped shirt to her chest in an effort to cover herself. I thought she was really embarrassed about what happened, until I noticed that her shoulders were shaking. "Sara, I didn't try it."

Lifting her head, she stared at me for a second before she tossed her head back as her laughter filled the fairly silent night. "Oh..." she held her hand over her stomach as she laughed. "Th -" With her other hand, the one that was holding the remains of her shirt against her chest, she extended her finger towards me and in her shaking laughing voice, she told me that what I did was funny.

"Shut up," I groaned while rolling onto my side.

Sara came over to me and knelt down. "Oh Tanner, are you ok? Is there anything I can do?" She reached out both hands towards me, forgetting about the shirt that she was holding to her in the process. I swear that all the pain I was feeling disappeared the moment the black material fell from her chest.

"Yes." I said to her breasts. "Help me inside."

It took a lot for Sara to get me off the ground. Mind you, I didn't make it easier on her. I have to tell you, there for a few minutes, I was debating pulling her down on the grass next to me so I could bury my face in her neck, chest or both.

"Don't even think about it," Sara warned. So that killed that for me. She helped me into her house and onto her bed, so don't feel too bad for me.

After a pretty hot, but frustrating, make out session, I laid on my back while Sara curled up next to me. As her hand trailed over my chest, she turned to look at me. "I have a confession to make."