Copyright 2011: Allen Freed
When I was a boy in the third grade, there was this freckled face redheaded girl named Sara. She would hit me, poke me, and even knock the books out of my hands every time I turned around. The girl would call me names and was just awful to me. I was taught to respect girls and never to hit them. So I didn't even though I wanted to.
She would walk up and pull my hair, but I wouldn't cry and give her the satisfaction of letting her know she had gotten to me. One time she pushed me down and straddled me against the ground, while all of my class mates were laughing at me.
My mother told me that, "She is doing all of this because she likes you son." Then she'd wink at me.
I told my mom, "She has a funny way of showing it. I would never hurt anyone I cared about.
She lived right down the road with her grandma. My torment ended when she moved to live with her father in New York. The years passed and I never thought of that little freckled faced redhead girl again. Until now . . .
I was in Barnes and Nobles looking for something new to feed my mind, when I saw a cute redheaded girl in the Sci-Fi section area. She was very petite, small breasted, wearing a white sundress and looked very sexy. I tried not to stare but there was something about her, she kind of looks familiar but I couldn't place her to save my life.
She looked up at me and said sarcastically, "Can I help you with something?"
I walked over to her and said, "I know you are going to think that this is a line but I think I have met you before I just can't seem to place where or when."
She laughed and said, "Your right it does sound like a line, not a very good one. What is your name?"
"Steve Bandy, and may I have your name?" I asked.
She seemed to recognize the name and said, "Oh My God Bambi, it's me Sara from the third grade."
I smiled and said, "Sara, WOW. Look at you what happen to all of those freckles?"
She laughed, "Still have them . . . Steve I promised myself if I ever saw you again that I would tell you how sorry I am for how I treated you when we were kids."
I looked into her green eyes and could tell that she was truly sorry for how she had acted. "Sara, we were both kids there is nothing to forgive that was a long time ago," I said with a smile, "the only thing I ask is don't call me Bambi."
She laughed and said, "You got it Steve, never again."
So then I asked, "How have you been? Bet you are married with 2.5 kids by now," I said light heartily.
She looked down to the floor and said, "I was. My husband was my life, we had it all. He was killed in a car accident a little over four years ago and no, we didn't get around having kids."
I touched her cheek and lifted her chin so that her eyes could meet mine and said, "Sara I'm so sorry." I dropped my hand and she slowly looked away. I have never seen such hurt in someone's eyes before. After a while I said, "If you need anything, anything at all please call me." Then I took out a business card and handed it to her. "I mean it day or night."
She took the card and smiled and said, "You may be the only person I still know here so I guess I'll call."
We talked and talked then I walked her out to her car, and said, "Don't forget, you need anything at all call me."
She kissed me on the cheek and said, "I will."
"Sara, see you soon." I said as I watched her pull away.
A few days later she called me and wanted to know if I could help her around the house. "Sure be happy to help," I told her. She gave me directions and I realized that it was her grandma's house. I asked her, "Isn't that your grandma's house?"
"Yes, my grandmother left it to me after she died, and I decided to move in. I really miss her she was all I had left in the world."
If sorrow was something that could be felt through the sound of a heart that was broken I heard it in her soft voice and I said, "I'll be right there." Sara was not that little girl that was mean to me anymore but someone who really need a friend. Although I was attracted to her she was in no shape for any kind of romantic relationship. I thought, I can be a friend--she has lost so much.
I pulled up in front of her house a 1970's red brick long ranch style home with lots of flowers and lots green, a couple of tall oaks most likely way over one hundred years old. Yes, Mrs. Bell sure loved her flowers, I thought.
As I walked up to the door Sara opened the door and said, "Hi Steve."
"Hey, Sara You look ready to do some work . . ." She looked cute as can be in her oversized gray sweat shirt and jeans. Her long red hair was in pigtails and she wore pink running shoes.
"I hope you are," she said with a wink.
"Okay boss, where do you want me to start?" I replied.
She looked at the living room and said, "This is as good of a place to start as any."
We started unpacking boxes and talking as we worked. I found that she had a quick mind and was not afraid to use it. She really kept me on my toes. About six hours later we were sitting down eating pizza and having a cold beer. As we sat together, I observed the wedding picture on the wall. Her eyes must have followed my gaze and said, "He's name was Alex."
I turned to her and said, "He looked like a nice guy." I had to say something to fill the silence.
"Oh, he was." she said. As tears filled her eyes she told me everything about Alex. How they met; the first date; the first kiss; how he proposed to her; the plans they had made, and of course the day he was killed. They had been married for only three years. The way she spoke of him it seemed a life time. Whoever comes along will have a large void to fill if ever it can be. I only wished one day that woman would love me a tenth as much as she seemed to love him. Her head was on my shoulder as every memory flowed out of her. I just sat there with my arms around her holding gently and listened to each word.
All at once she rose up and said, "Look at me I'm a mess, I'm sure you want to hear all of this." She tried to smile.
My gaze never left hers and I said, "You have nothing to feel bad about." I took her into my arms and kissed her forehead.
We started spending a lot of time together over the next three weeks. I found myself really enjoying every moment and started longing for the next time I saw her.
She had decided she was going to cook dinner for me one night and although it looked good, it was the worst meal I had ever had. I tried to be diplomatic saying. "This is really great, you cooking me dinner like this."
I smiled as I watched her face. She took a bite and watched her face betray her talent. She swallowed hard. I grinned and said, "Pizza?" She nodded that would be a good idea.
I phoned in an order and within 30 minutes, it was delivered. We ate the pizza as we watched the classic movie called, "Adam's Rib" with Katharine Hepburn and Spencer Tracy. I couldn't believe that she had never seen it. She laid her head on my chest and before we knew it we had fallen asleep. I awoke with her lips kissing my mouth gently. We never kissed this way before. At first I thought I was dreaming but then she kissed me again, this time her tongue slowly chased mine. I looked in to her eyes and saw them smiling at me.
My heart was pounding so hard it felt as though it was going to burst. As we kissed I felt the excitement building, my tongue explored her mouth in return.
"I've been wanted to do that for awhile now." She said as her fingers ran through my hair. "It's been so long . . . I've never wanted anyone since I lost Alex . . . then you found me.'
Looking deep into her green eyes I said, "I'm glad we found each other." She placed her lips to mine then kissed me again. My fingers traced her neck moving down to her small breast as her fingers ran down my back giving me goose bumps. There was a fire that was building within us, a fire that would feed our passion or a fire that might consume us. In either case we could get singed as hot as it was with our emotions running wild.
We slowly undressed each other till our naked bodies were all that was seen. I memorized each curve, each line and pulled her close to me. Her skin so silky smooth to my touch, and I wanted to touch her. I never wanted anything so much as I wanted her at that moment.
I kissed her mouth so deeply and loved how it tasted and moved down to her nipples. They reminded me of red berries so ripe and ready to be plucked. Taking each hard nipple into my mouth, I teased them with my tongue slowly flicking the tip of each one. Feeling her body responding I sucked and nibbled lightly with my teeth. I loved the gasp coming deep from her throat. She was so small and seemed so fragile I was somewhat afraid I might hurt her, but soon those fears were put to rest when she pushed me back on the bed and mounted me. Her body quivered as she slowly slid down on my hardness. She pushed all the way down against me, her long nails scratching my chest as I rose to meet her. She was so slippery . . . each movement of my cock slid easily in and out of her as we thrust together.
Raising her off of my cock; with my hands I guided her to my face. I took her, and loved every drop she had to give me. I kissed each fold and sucked each ridge. I felt her shudder to the touch of my hot mouth. I stroked her just under her swollen clit with my tongue and she couldn't get enough. Then she turned into a 69, and took my hardness slowly into her mouth.
She started pumping me almost milking me, taking me to heights I'd never been. Before I could warn her, I almost came. I slowed way down. She must have sensed my predicament, so she did too, but continued to suck more slowly and softly. Then she must have noticed I was breathing hard and my heart pounded. Smiling big, she turned to face me. Soon our bodies entangled, and her thighs wrapped around my waist. We moved faster and deeper. Each thrust brought us closer to paradise with her mouth inches from my ear pleading for more and her body quivering with each advance.
She cried out, "Yes! Fuck me Steve. Oh, God. Fuck me, I want you so bad."
It was paradise feeling her spasm around my cock. I felt each twitch and shutter; each twinge and clasp. "Oh God, Sara, do you know what you are doing to me?"
She squeezed me again and said with a part angel, part devil smile, " I can only hope. . . ."
With one final thrust, we went over the edge and came together and called out in joy to each other--collapsing in each others arms completely exhausted and happy to be alive.
After resting like that for a while, I grinned at her, and I started to tickle her ribs making her laugh. We kissed again and giggled as our tongues twirled and chased slowly after each other. I pulled her lips to mine to linger tenderly in one last kiss. Her long finger nails lightly teased the head of my cock, and my fingertips touched her hard left nipple. With her head on my chest we fell asleep as if this wasn't anything new.
When I woke, she was looking down at me. I could tell that something was wrong just by the tone of her voice. Then I saw it, the picture on the bed stand of Alex and her looking at each other. "Sara, talk to me.' I said.
She looked at me with eyes that were guilty and said, "Steve you need to go, I need to think. I can't believe I did this."
I grabbed her and shook her and cried, "Believe you did what? Look at me . . . Can't you look at me?" she started to cry and I said "I'm here for you. I've been here for you, I can't imagine a day without seeing you or hearing your voice. Eating with you. She looked shocked and I wondered if I said way too much.
She took my hand and said, "You love me?"
The jig was up I thought, as I cleared my throat and said, "Yes, with all my heart"
"Steve, I love you too, but I still feel like I'm cheating on Alex, I know that sounds funny after four years."
I took her face into my hands and kissed her mouth, "Look at me . . . You're not easy and you're a hand full but there has never been anyone I ever wanted more." I reached to her and kissed her. "I know that I could never replace Alex, nor would I want to. He is a large part of your life. You have a big hole in your heart that was once filled by your beloved Alex. All I know is that I am here ready to love you, and maybe one day you will look back and see just the love and not the loss."
She hugged my neck and kissed me softly, "Steve, I do love you I just get confused, I can't help it."
I smiled and said, "I'm a patent man, and I really understand. Please don't run away from what you feel, that's all I ask."
The End.
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