Sarah Grey was walking to the independent grocery store with her long, curly hair loose and with $20 in her wallet on Friday. She was looking forward to the weekend; she had her knitting group to meet up with at the local yarn store on Sunday.
She was hungry and needed some ingredients to cook her dinners for the week. She had worked all day at the office and the sun was going down on that late Autumn day in Chicago. She was listening to music on her iPod but with one earbud out as she was always cautious.
The parking lot was full of vehicles as there were apartment buildings nearby. The weather was clear and cool.
She walked through the parking lot but made certain to look behind and all arouond her and to listen for trouble.
Suddenly, she heard a couple of men yelling in Spanish; she understood a little bit of the language and heard one of the men say what she thought was “you’re dead!” She thought she heard a gun being cocked so she crawled under a large parked truck. She took out her digicam and made certain the flash and shutter sounds were disabled. She started recording when she looked out in the front and saw the legs of the men and to her horror, heard a shot. One of the men hit the ground with a bullet wound in his forehead and his lifeless eyes staring at her.
She held her hand over her mouth to stifle her screams. She froze in terror, afraid the murderer would spot her. She waited to hear his car rev and speed away. She quietly crawled out from under the truck but she gashed her forearm on a rusty, broken piece of metal hanging off of it.
She said “fuck!” and saw she was bleeding. She gripped her arm to staunch the blood flow and made a plan to hide her injury and behave nonchalantly and continue to walk to the grocery store. She did not trust police after some negative previous experiences. She didn’t believe in the justice system anymore. She knew cops didn’t care about what being a witness would do to her mentally.
No way in hell could she go through this again!
She untied her jacket from around her waist and put it on to hide her arm injury. She needed to move as she heard sirens; a neighbor must have heard the gunshot. She tried not to hurry and act like nothing was wrong.
She arrived at the grocery store and grabbed a basket and held it on her injured arm and put both earbuds in and turned the volume on her iPod way down; she wanted to feign nonchalance but still be vigilant. Her vigilance had kept her alive for many years. She used her stoicism skills to keep her breathing even.
She had a hard time adhering to her measly $20 budget this evening but she was frugal and used to stretching a buck. She was looking at cheese in a refrigerated section when she noticed a man approach her. She glanced down as if she was looking at the packages of cream cheese but she was surreptitiously checking out his legs/shoes. Fear surged through her as she noticed he was wearing a police officer type of uniform and black cop type of footwear. Her heart rate increased when she heard him speak to her. She hoped she was mistaken and he was talking to someone else but her hopes were dashed.
She took time to arrange her features into bland naïveté when she looked up at him, feigning ignorance. To her dismay, he was 6 feet tall or 6’1 to her 5’9 and had beautiful blue eyes and a kindly, boyish charm. He had a mop of sandy blonde hair that she wished she could run her hands through.
She fought to contain her surprise and attraction. No man had touched her in two years. She was lonely, like always, even though she was actually a highly sensual woman and enjoyed sex and tenderness.
The Police Officer spoke to her, “Did you hear or see anything earlier in the parking lot?” She pretended to be confused and rose her left eyebrow, “No, what happened?”
“There was a homicide of an adult male by firearm.”
She pretended to be shocked,, “How horrible! Well, I was listening to music so I didn’t notice anything, sorry!”
She knew she was a terrible liar; she hoped her believed her but she doubted it. He handed her one of his “business” cards, she was careful to take it with her left hand and not her damaged right arm. His name was Stephen Williams. She casually put it in her pocket and tried to end the conversation.
He asked, “What’s your name?” She felt cold, suddenly. “Uh, my name is Sara.” She intentionally misspelled it and “accidentally” neglected to give her last name. She wasn’t stupid.
Lying and being deceptive made her feel sick but self preservation was of ultimate importance. She hoped her gambit was a success. She was feeling the aftereffects of the adrenaline dump earlier and was worried she would start to tremble. “Damn my high strung nature!” She thought angrily.
Stephen approached the skinny, tall, cute white woman in her early 30s by the dairy section in the store. She had long, dark blonde wildly curly hair. He wished he could play with her ringlets. He could tell by her body language that she was apprehensive. She was white as a ghost and it occurred to him she might pass out.
He noticed she was intentionally hiding her right arm, he could tell her right hand was dominant as she awkwardly grasped items from the refrigerated section but his instincts told him to go easy on this one; she was tense and looked frightened. She might bolt, run away. If he came at her intensely she would clam up and shut down.
He felt her attraction when she looked him in the eyes and he felt the same way about her. She exuded strength and he was impressed by her courage. He knew she had seen and heard what had just gone down in the parking lot.
He had a feeling if he gave her his card she would contact him later. He smiled gently at her and walked away.
She breathed a sigh of relief and finished grabbing some groceries. She paid, snatched up the grocery bag and exited the store. She saw all the emergency vehicles with lights going and a lot of cops. She saw saw Officer Williams speaking with his fellow cops, she erroneously thought he was distracted and wouldn’t notice her fleeing.
She carefully avoided them and tried to walk as quickly as her sore knee would allow; she had been jogging a lot and her knee was pissed. She had a slight limp which made her nervous the cops would notice her more. “Fuck!” She thought and she picked up the pace to get back to her small apartment so she could deal with her arm.
She climbed the stairs in her apartment building with difficulty. Her knee was having sharp pains and was swollen, “Piece of shit!” She thought. She was sick of this bullshit.
She unlocked her door, put her groceries away and then she collapsed on the floor with her head in her hands. “I can’t fucking do this anymore!” She made certain her door was locked and chained securely behind her and forced herself to do what she needed to.
She took her clothes off and felt sick when she saw how disgusting her wound was. She knew she had to wash it thoroughly in the shower and it was going to hurt like a bitch; then she had to figure how to close the wound. She couldn’t afford to get stitches. “Shit” she thought.
She hopped in the shower and let the hot water course over her naked body. She reached down and gently massaged her clit for a minute, trying to remember the last time she had a nice fuck. She couldn’t remember anymore. She felt despair at her perennial loneliness and lack of affection. She washed her arm off and it made her sit down in the bathtub it hurt so bad. The soap burned like fire.
She got out and toweled herself off carefully. She made salt water and applied it to her arm and then used cut-up bandaids to try to close the wound. It was haphazard but basically got the job done. She was worried it would get infected. She was reasonably certain she had had a tetanus shot three years ago but she couldn’t really remember.
She got dressed and nibbled on a little food, brushed her teeth and collapsed into bed. It was barely 9pm.
Stephen was collecting evidence and talking with the few witnesses that had come forward. He talked to his partner, David, and mentioned the woman in the grocery store who he knew had given him a false name. He was worried about her. David also thought she might contact Stephen later.
Stephen finished working that evening and went home to his lonely apartment and ate some leftovers and had a glass of wine. He was exhausted, he had been doing a lot of overtime so he took a shower. He stroked his large, intact penis and jizzed into the shower stream. He thought about the cute woman and how she had looked at him. He had memorized her small nose, small white teeth and nice figure. He fantasized about what her large breasts must look like. He hoped she would contact him. He was tired of being a Bachelor.
He went to bed, naked, after brushing his teeth.
The next morning, she was feeling a bit hot which frightened her; she rationalized it away her mind. She went to fetch her digicam from her clothes. She took the SD card out and slapped it into her laptop. She saw the file of the video she had recorded the evening before and she almost threw up. The sight of the murdered man’s eyes staring lifeless back at her was singed into her mind and she had nightmares about him last night.
She sipped tea and thought hard about what her next course of action would be. She was in BIG trouble and it made her feel hopeless She logged into her favorite anonymous message board and PM’d one of her old friends and told him she was in dire straits and things were spiraling out of control. She was careful not to divulge all the details. Her friend told her she needed to call the cop. She scoffed and reminded him of what had happened before, many years ago. He knew.
She wondered if she could somehow anonymously send the footage to the cops and remove any identifying information from the file. She wasn’t smart enough. She thought on her conundrum for a long while and then she hatched an idiotic plan: she would call Mr. Williams and tell him she found the SD card on her walk home and had seen what was on it. She had not used the SD card previously; it only had the video from yesterday on it. This would be difficult as she was a terrible liar. She carefully cleaned the card off to remove her fingerprints and put in a Zip-Loc bag.
Her stomach churned from stress. She grabbed her favorite bag which had her knitting project in it; a hat. She finished the decreases and the gathered bind-off on the dark brown hat and started another hat, a blue one. She took his card and went to find one of the endangered payphones. She found a homeless man on her way and gave him the brown knitted hat. She also gave him her last juicy apple. She didn’t know he was actually an undercover cop. Stephen and his partner watched her from their unmarked police vehicle.
She found a neglected payphone a mile away and put her quarter in and dialed his mobile number with her heart pounding. To her dismay, he actually answered. She said “Uh, hello Officer Williams? This is Sara from the grocery store last night…”
He interrupted, “I’m glad you called; can we grab a coffee?”
She wasn’t expecting this. She stammered. She was going to float to him to meet up at a coffee shop but one of her choosing so she could orchestrate correctly. “Um, okay, how about Gary’s on the corner of…”
“I know the place; I’ll be there in 20 minutes.” “Err, okay!”
In horror, she hung up. With her sore knee walking fast was a painful experience. She broke out in a cold sweat. She quickly set off and limped the mile and a half to Gary’s in 17 minutes. She took out the $1 she had to her name and bought a tea. She hated she couldn’t leave a tip and apologized.
She took the table that would be easiest for her to escape from to head to the front door. Officer Williams arrived, glanced at her, frowned at her mug (he had wanted to treat her.) He went up and ordered a coffee and talked with Gary and left a tip for him and “Sara.”
Sarah had her knitting out and was silently praying her stupid plan would pan out. Stephen sat down across the table and greeted her warmly. Sadness washed over her that she had to be devious and dishonest with such a kind, beautiful man. She was under tremendous stress and she could feel her usual stoicism cracking under the pressure. She told herself maintaining composure and not betraying her inner turmoil was the key to her success.
She put her knitting down which he was staring at, “what are you knitting?” She was astonished he even cared, “A hat.” He grinned, “who is it for?” She blushed, “I haven’t decided yet.” She knit for homeless people when she could afford yarn. Sometimes her friends at the knitting group gave her a few skeins. She would spend time winding the hanks into knittable balls of yarn. She was so lonely; she wished she had someone to help her wind the yarn or hell, give her a hug. She was worried her fancy Addiclick knitting needles she had once been able to afford would wear out soon. She spent a lot of time knitting and was going to to start knitting socks and mittens soon when she could afford more tools. “When will that be?” She thought in disgust.
She squirmed and said “I’ve found something…” His interest was piqued, “What did you find?” She rummaged in her bag and produced the Zip-Loc with the SD card inside. She said, emphatically, “I FOUND this when I was walking home. It has a video on it you need to see!” She handed it over and found the courage to say, “I will not testify. I will not participate in the justice system ever again!” She was deadly serious. She was not afraid to commit contempt of court if it meant protecting herself from the trauma of testifying against evil people again.
He noticed she was flushed and wincing when she moved her right arm. He wasn’t certain how to gain her trust. He could tell she was injured and in distress. He decided to go along with her demands, “That’s fine, I won’t make you.” She was shocked by this and she said “what if your superior disagrees?” He said “don’t worry about it.”
She frowned. She realized she needed to be very cagey if she was going to get out of this untenable situation unscathed.
She finished her tea and got up slowly to leave. The room spun for a moment so she breathed slowly until it passed. He stood up and gently touched her shoulder. “Are you okay?” She defensively said, “I’m fine, just forgot to eat today” which was true. She couldn’t afford to eat very often. She found ignoring hunger made it go away.
He frowned and said “Well, then, I am going to ask you out to dinner.” She tilted her head like a confused dog and said “aren’t you working?!” He said, “no, I have the day off,” with a smile.
She wanted to say no but she could not pass up a free meal. So, she begrudgingly accepted his offer. He grinned and said, “I’m parked right outside, I’m taking you to Salvatore’s.” She wasn’t well versed in eating establishments in this city as she had moved here from far away. She asked, “Is that an Italian restaurant..?” “Yes.” Well, her stomach growled loudly, which he heard and her mouth watered. She loved Italian food.
He noticed she had a limp. It was his duty to notice things. It helped him solve cases and help victims and survivors.
They approached the front door and he opened it for her; she blushed and murmured, “Thanks.”
She looked up at him, silently asking which vehicle was his, and he indicated the black sedan. She hadn’t sat in a car in close to a year; she couldn’t drive much less afford a car. She walked or took the bus everywhere. It kept her fit but it was rough in bad weather. She just toughed it out because she had no choice. She had knit herself wool hats and scarves and was going to knit a sweater, soon.
He opened the front passenger door for her and she was blushing again. It upset him she wasn’t used to be treated well by a man. He watched her carefully lower herself into the passenger seat. He closed her door and she buckled in. He quickly entered the driver’s seat and she noticed how good he smelled and how handsome he was.
“Damn it,” she thought, “I like him! I would gladly fuck this tall drink of water! How can I think such sleazy thoughts for God’s sake?!” She mentally slapped herself for being foolish. No way would this guy want to fuck her. He was at least an 8 and she knew she was a 5 if she was being generous.
Salvatore’s was close so it took maybe 10 minutes for Stephen to drive there and park. He helped her get out of his car. She appreciated how gentle he was for such a large man. He made her feel tiny even though she was tall. She often felt awkward due to her height; people stared at her a lot.
They entered the restaurant and were seated. The waiter gave them menus and Sarah was filled with indecision. She gnawed on her lower lip in consternation and Stephen watched her mouth, closely. She noticed him looking at her and she blushed yet again. No man had made her feel like an innocent young woman in a long time and she was enjoying it.
She chose lasagna and Stephen chose the same to show her support. She ate slowly, she wasn’t used to such an opulent meal. She relished the delicious, meaty lasagna. She loved cheese. She thought she would curl up like a cat under the table, purring.
Stephen noticed she didn’t ask for wine. He paid and left a generous tip. She sipped some water, smiled and they got up and walked out. She realized she had about a 2 mile walk back to her apartment with her bum knee and it was dark out. She gulped slightly in nervousness. He noticed her discomfort and carefully asked if he could give her a ride home.
A bolt of apprehension coursed through her, “I can’t let him know where I live, he is a POLICE OFFICER, WTF are you doing, woman!? He will have you subpoenaed,” she thought.
“Oh, I can manage it, no worries. Thank you for the wonderful meal, Officer Williams.” She said.
“Stephen.” He stated.
“Sorry, Stephen.” She went to shake his hand but had forgotten about her arm and gasped in pain and grimaced. She clenched her teeth. He looked at her in concern. He said, gently, “Please let let me look at it.”
She wanted to say no but she was terrified she was developing an infection. She knitted her brow and held her right arm out. He gently pulled her sleeve back and said, “Oh, this looks painful. Why didn’t you get this taken care of?”
She frowned and acerbically said, “with what money?”
He sighed and said, “I’ll pay for it.”
“WHATTTT?” She exclaimed. This man was full of surprises and he was undermining her composure.
“No, I mean it. I am taking you to a hospital right now, understand?” She tried to argue but she had met her stubbornness match, to her amazement. She grumbled and frowned, and he, before she could swear, picked her up and deposited her in the backseat of his car.
She sputtered like an angry cat while he drove. He pulled up at the hospital where his friend worked. His friend had patched up his injuries and wounds incurred on the job. He reached into the back of his car and scooped up all 130lbs of her. She exclaimed, “Be careful with your back..!”
He just laughed. He was big and strong. He deposited her in a wheelchair and made her check in.
She was a bit angry and worried. His friend was working that night and laughed when he saw Stephen, “It’s not you I have to patch up for once, well, who do we have here?”
She grumbled her false name and while she was figuring what to say Stephen told his friend Dr. Jeff everything. Sarah stared at Stephen amazed he knew so much about her. She muttered, “what the fuck?” Stephen chuckled at her foul language.
He enjoyed this complicated, foul-mouthed, intelligent woman. “What a firecracker!” He thought.
Jeff cleaned and sewed her wound. He gave her a tetanus booster and had a look at her knee. He said, “you need to rest your knee and your wound needs time to heal.”
She flattened her mouth at this, she knew this was impossible. She HAD to work or end up homeless and starving. She did data entry and filing in an office. She said nothing. Her expression said it all, though.
Stephen smiled and said, “I’ll take her to my place and look after her.”
Jeff laughed, “I’m sure!”
Once Sarah was released, Stephen put her in a wheelchair and took her to his car. She was feeling very fatigued and dozed off immediately. He felt tenderness for this complicated, stubborn, independent, opinionated, funny, firecracker of a woman.
He carried her to the elevator and to his door which he awkwardly unlocked, he crossed the threshold and pain shot through her heart; she had thought she would find a good man to marry years before that would carry her over the threshold like this but she had married an abusive jerk who used her. She walked away from all of that two years ago and tried to put it behind her. It was hard and crushingly lonely. She divorced her ex all on her own.
Stephen thought about kissing Sarah, she was warm, soft in his arms and smelled nice, like flowers. She had her head pressed against his shoulder and it made him want to protect and cherish her.
He carried her to his bed and placed her there; her eyelids drooping. He turned the lights off and quietly closed the door. He took out his laptop issued from the police department and antivirus scanned the SD card before opening any folders on it. He watched the video and sighed. Sarah was a witness to a capital murder and the man who had done it was a violent psychopathic felon. Stephen needed to get this man before he figured out Sarah had recorded him committing the murder.
Stephen cleaned up in the second bathroom and laid down on the couch with his mind racing. After awhile he fell asleep but he woke to a thump and a muffled whimper from the bedroom. He bolted for the bedroom door and found Sarah trying to hide in a corner.
She couldn’t see very well without her glasses, in the dark, and she thought her nightmare about the murderer murdering her was coming true. She threw a nice jab with her left fist and Stephen barely managed to dodge out of the way.
He thought, “nice jab!” he gently drew her into his embrace and onto his lap. She was shaking and crying quietly. He pet her gently and soothed her. Soon, he realized he had slept naked as he preferred and she was naked from the waist-down. She had kicked off her underwear and jeans in her sleep, she hated to sleep hot.
His dick had detected pussy and sprang to life; she was sitting on his crotch and her pussy was pressed against his dick. He realized she was moving on him in pleasure; she was soaking wet and her breathing and heart rate soared. He kissed her neck and she cried out.
She ran her fingernails on his upper back which made him even more hard. His dick started to enter her and she was transfixed in utter ecstasy, she was amazed such a gorgeous man wanted to fuck her. She thought she was ugly; forgettable.
He nearly lost control and blew his load open entering her tight, wet pussy. She was incredible. He lifted her top off carefully and noticed her bra was missing; he began to gently suckle her nipples and she almost screamed it felt so good.
She rode up and down on his dick, quivering, close to orgasm. He was groaning. She intentionally clenched her pussy muscles and he lost control and stretched his legs out without withdrawing from her and using his strong leg muscles to fuck her brains out. She began to cum; the greatest orgasm of her life, and he along with her. He pumped her full of his seed and her orgasm sucked it all from him. She collapsed, still with him in her. He awkwardly got up, placed her on the bed on her back and became hard again. He slammed his dick into her and she was squealing; the pleasure was almost too much to bear. He suckled her breasts and then moved to her mouth. He mouth fucked her like she had never experienced before while his dick fucked her pussy. It was great.
She tried to reach down to fondle his balls but he was longer than her and she had to twist awkwardly. Her attempts to bring him more pleasure made him hot. He moved her to her side and he fucked her that way; he fitted nicely with her. It was easier for her to reach and touch him this way. He moaned when she stroked the base of his penis and his balls. He reached around and gently fondled her clit and she was crying out from pleasure. He lost control again and stroked, hard, into her until he was sheathed to the hilt and banging her. He fondled her clit while he fucked her and an another thunderous orgasm soared through her. He came along with her.
They collapsed and dozed off for awhile, spooning comfortably. It was daylight when she woke up and realized what she had done. She felt some horror as she usually had too much self control and didn’t fuck guys she barely knew. She worried he would not respect her now. She felt him breathing slowly beside her. She laid there, thinking until she realized she had to PEE really badly. She began to carefully extricate herself and limp to the bathroom but he woke up, wiped his eyes and said “Good morning, Sunshine!” She almost burst out laughing; she was anything besides Sunshine.
She twisted a bit and looked into his big, beautiful blue eyes and said, “I need to piss; my molars are starting to float.” He burst out laughing. His dick was searching for her already. He brushed it against her pussy lips and her pussy immediately became wet. Her green eyes darkened and her breathing was harder. She pressed against him so he slowly entered her. She winced briefly as her disused pussy had had a serious workout. “My God, I have an insatiable appetite for him!” She thought.
He began to move and she moaned. They had a nice, hard fuck and after they orgasmed he picked her up and carried her to the En Suite. She lifted the lid and she said sat down. Embarrassed she looked at him. He smiled and padded naked off to the kitchen. She couldn’t help but to hungrily stare at his lean but strong, beautiful man’s body. He was like an Adonis and she couldn’t get enough of this feast for the eyes. She finished relieving herself, flushed and brushed her teeth with the new brush he gave her. She carefully hobbled to the gorgeous shower; way nicer than hers. She figured out the controls and bathed herself in glorious hot water. She found some Irish Spring in the soap dish and lathered up. She touched her clit and thought about fucking Stephen and how good it was. She felt so dirty but decided “So what???”
Stephen entered the En Suite to ask if she wanted eggs and coffee and he saw her touching herself with an erotic expression. He realized she was thinking of him and it made him hard. He entered the shower and rubbed soap all over her.
She lathered him up and stroked his erect penis. She was feeling sensual so she carefully bent down and took him in her mouth. She stroked and sucked him and looked up into his eyes while she did it. He had that faraway look of supreme pleasure. This made her feel pleasure. She gently fingered herself which he saw.
His dick was craving her pussy so he lifted and bent her and had her put her hands on the wall of the shower. He entered her pussy doggy-style, slick, pulsing, so turned on. He glided in her over and over until they were both breathless. He slammed into her and flooded her again with his seed. She came and cried out; completely insane from pleasure. He withdrew, slowly and he swear he heard her make a disappointed noise. “There will be more, later, don’t worry, Sara” He thought. He rinsed them both off and grabbed a towel. He dried her EVERYWHERE on her body which turned her on again. He almost laughed.
He took and put her on the bed again and the look in her eyes had him standing to attention. He had never fucked like this before and it was exciting. He could spend the rest of his life making love to this woman and be overjoyed.
He decided to turn the tables and trail his tongue down her belly and over her mound. He began the alphabet with his tongue on her clit and gently fucked her with his finger. She was whimpering and he could feel her contracting in pleasure. She was crying out for his dick but he was being mean and brought her to orgasm with his tongue and finger. She was limp from pleasure. Only then did he enter her and fuck her for half an hour with gusto.
She had never been fucked so thoroughly before and it was glorious.
He left her messy and satisfied and made tea and coffee and eggs. She staggered to his kitchen table and ate slowly.
He looked at her arm and noticed her wound was looking a lot better. She yawned. It had been a hard night. Literally. She was internally laughing at her ribald jokes. He noticed the amused expression on her face and smiled.
She had to go clean herself again and he helped her and they fucked some more. He curled up beside her in bed for a nap. They woke up and made love again. She was amazed her pussy didn’t just fall apart.
On Monday, he took the SD card to work and gave it to the homicide detectives. He didn’t tell them who recorded it and he wouldn’t. They identified the murderer as Juan Olivarez and arrested him. The physical evidence and connection with the victim who was named Miguel and a low-level gangbanger and Olivarez’ priors made it a slam dunk case. Stephen made certain Sara’s name was nowhere in the evidence.
He went home and she had a doctor’s note to get the day off of work so she made dinner with food he had in his fridge and pantry.
He was hungry and grateful. They shared a meal and he told her they had arrested the murderer.
She was relieved and realized she was safe, now, and needed to get back to her tiny and awful apartment. Sadness washed through her. No more gorgeous, charming, nice dick roommate to fuck her with wild abandon. Just her boring masturbating for maintenance. “Lame as fuck,” she thought.
After dinner they cleaned up and he picked her up and fucked her on the kitchen counter. They moaned in pleasure and he again filled her up with his seed. He felt her orgasm squeeze everything from his dick. He was amazed! He had never had a woman like this, who loved to fuck and was nearly always up for the fucking.
She went and cleaned herself up and then began packing her small amount of stuff. He saw her and asked, “what are you doing?” “I guess it’s time for me to go….you caught him?”
“I don’t want you to leave!” Stephen said.
“I don’t want to leave but I don’t want to overstay my welcome…?” said Sarah.
“At least stay until he is arraigned and convicted and sentenced.” said Stephen.
Sarah looked confused, “but what about my place???”
“I’ll take you there so you can pack up your things and bring them here. Is it a Lease?”
“No..”
“Okay I will pay out the next month, let’s go now, I’ll help you.” Stephen said emphatically.
So they went and he looked down at the sad, tiny bed and looked at her. She had that expression again so he gently pushed her down on the bed and fucked her brains out with the bedsprings squeaking.
She was slick and hot and he was rock hard. He rammed into her over and over until she came then he came, too.
When they were done and had put her meagre belongings in his car she had a sudden, chilling thought, “what if I get pregnant? I am not on birth control!” She paled, suddenly. He asked, “Are you okay?” She said, “Yeah, I’m fine.” She also told him her real name. He already knew; he had snooped at her ID when she was in the shower, earlier.
She wanted to go to work on Tuesday, she was certain work was piling up.
Stephen was still fearful for her safety so he drove her to work. He kissed her thoroughly which made her cheeks rosy.
Her arm was a bit stiff but she could type and do the filing work. Her coworkers had seen the gorgeous, tall man French kissing her outside and were hammering her with questions. She was not giving details though. Her friend at work knew, though, and on their lunch break she quietly asked if they had fucked.
Sarah giggled and went pink. She didn’t give a lot of details but did say it was the best fucking of her entire life.
Her friend was filled with joy.
Sarah was obviously desperately lonely before.
Stephen told his superior he was protecting someone but couldn’t give information about who or why.
His superior knew Stephen and knew it must be serious so he let Stephen pick up Sarah from work, no questions asked.
Stephen’s partner knew who it was but saw the happiness on Stephen’s face so he kept his mouth shut. “That’s what partners do,” he thought.
She exited the office building at 4pm after work and he rushed to her and hugged her, long and tenderly.
She felt like crying. She was in denial about her deep love for this man. She told herself it was just infatuation and would lead nowhere. He kissed her on the mouth and she felt so alive. He opened the passenger door for her and they went home.
Later that evening Sarah felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen but thought it was just gas or a pulled muscle. She was mistaken, it was her and Stephen’s first baby being created and nestling into the wall of her womb.
A few weeks later after a lot of delicious fucking it dawned on her she was late. Really late. Her breasts were sore and she felt weird. She gnawed on her lower lip in thought. She decided to go buy a cheap test and use it in a public bathroom. She did and it was positive. She couldn’t believe it. Her ex husband couldn’t get the job done which was a relief, really, in the long run. She was in shock as she thought she was infertile.
She knew she had to tell Stephen but she was fearful of his reaction. She chewed on her finger. She went to his apartment and knit until he came home. She cringed and said, “Stephen, I need to tell you something.”
He went pale.
“I’m pregnant,” said Sarah.
He was breathing hard as his knees gave way and he collapsed on the sofa so in some anger she stated, “I will NOT get rid of it! I will do this alone if I have to!”
She went to grab her bag and leave when he snapped out of his stupor. He stood up and went to her and saw she was crying. He held her gently and said, “I love you.”
She was crying in earnest now, “I love you, Stephen.” He got down on one knee, “will you marry me?”
Logically, she knew they hadn’t dated long enough but she KNEW he was a good man and her love for him was real and not fleeting. “Yes,” she said.
He picked her up and gently fucked her on the bed. After, he rested his hand on her tummy and daydreamed about their future son or daughter. Sarah was already feeling a little queasy and had to run to the bathroom as she thought she was going to throw up.
Stephen bought them wedding bands and he married her with their friends cheering them on a week later. They fucked late in her pregnancy to help her go into labor as she was gigantic and miserable.
He panicked when she went into labor; he fainted when their son came out.
Sarah teased him about this and they laughed, after.
The apartment was too cramped so they bought a modest home and began to fill it with children.
They kept their sons intact and she breastfed her babies. After awhile they had a daughter, too. They had a third baby, another son. They had another daughter. Sarah and Stephen had a once in a lifetime love and they had joy in their large family. Christmas was a favorite time; Sarah knit stockings for her babies and her husband and herself. She knit hats, socks, mittens, sweaters, blankets.
The babies became children and started school and Sarah worked part time to help out with finances. Stephen was promoted and made a decent living. When Sarah was almost 40 and Stephen was 41 they were pregnant again. Their sex life was undiminished by age.
Stephen was almost murdered trying to save an innocent bystander in a drive-by shooting when Sarah was 8 months pregnant with their fifth baby. He laid on the cold concrete on his back, with his vision dimming, thinking of his wonderful life. His wife and children. He knew she would be ok. He was saved, barely, but was relegated to a desk job after.
Sarah was very relieved.
Another son, this one they named for Stephen’s father. Stephen’s parents were English and had emigrated to the United States but had died in a terrible accident when Stephen was in his late 20s.
There was a surprise last baby when Sarah was 43. They loved all their children.
Sarah and Stephen loved and fucked each other for many decades until Stephen passed away after a long battle with cancer.
Sarah never loved another and lived another 10 years, knitting away for her Grandchildren and Great Grandchildren. When she knew she was dying she hoped she would spend eternity with Stephen in Heaven. She got her wish.
Fin.
Note: This is entirely from my imagination. Nothing of it is based in reality. Also, I tried to edit for punctuation errors/typos. Sorry if I fucked that up! I hope my story isn’t lame.