All Day I Dream About Sara

I have had a thing for Sara for years. Yes, years. Ever since she walked through my door. Problem is, the reason she walked through my door -- she's dating my roommate and best friend, Trey.

She lives with us. It's a small place. Two bedrooms, one bathroom. I know so much about her, down to what her underwear looks like. The first time I switched the laundry she forgot to, I blushed and hurriedly moved her stuff to the dryer.

I hear when they have sex and when I do, I can't help imagining what she looks like at that moment. Naked and experiencing pleasure. That is wrong and I try to push those thoughts away for Trey's sake, often popping in ear buds, but the thoughts are incessant.

I know when she has her period. I keep chocolate in the cabinet, Coke in the fridge, and burgers in the freezer -- knowing by now that her cravings are fierce at certain times. Trey doesn't know those small things I do for her. Maybe that's wrong. But to me, it feels like being thoughtful.

Though I can't say I'm entirely pure in intentions. I like when she's on the sofa watching TV, covered by blankets and miserable and then I pull out some chocolate and she smiles.

I like her for many reasons. It's not just that she's beautiful. It's that if I sketched a perfect woman for me, down to the personality, interests, sense of humor -- Sara would be that woman. She is a lawyer, choosing to fight for the downtrodden, a fact that appeals to the punk that still lives in me. The fact that she has her left arm covered in a sleeve of tattoos is just the exclamation point on how fucking sexy I find every detail about her.

Which is why when I see her in my doorway with a garment bag on one arm, hands clasped as in prayer, I sit up straighter at my desk.

"Hey," I say.

"I need a favor."

Something about the way her dark brown eyes catch the window light and threaten tears makes me close my laptop.

"Are you okay?"

"Not really but, there's no time. I need a favor."

"Sure," I say, entirely confident I'd agree to do anything she will say.

"I need you to be my plus one tonight."

Fuck. A date with her is the one thing I want more than anything. Just so happens to be the one thing I definitely cannot do.

"Please." She bats her eyes and I swear that she squeezes her arms inward, which makes her cleavage swell in that tank top. I count five freckles on her milky white breasts before I stop myself.

I can't look at Trey's girl. We've been friends for over ten years. And just a moment ago, she was on the verge of tears. Now she's hopeful and smiling. I can't take advantage of her need.

"What about Trey?" I say.

"Trey can't make it." Her smile fades. I'm about to ask what happened when she hangs a suit on the back of my door. "It should fit you."

"Sara..."

"I'm out of options. What if I sweeten the deal?" she says, a smile lifting at the corners of her red lips. "You can watch me get dressed."

I choke like an idiot, cough it out, and catch my breath before I can croak a response. "I can't."

She steps out into the living room. The floor creaks just before she reaches the trash-picked oriental rug. She turns around.

"I'm just going to change right here. We aren't even in the same room."

She doesn't wait for my response. I don't get up and shut the door between us. I don't look away when she lifts the tank top off. The satin of her black bra seems so smooth. I want to run my face across it and breathe her in. Instead, as she reaches behind her back to unclasp her bra, I lean back in my chair.

As she slips free of the bra, her breasts drop a fraction of an inch -- just enough that I know there's some weight to them. If I walked to her and took them in my hands, I know the skin of her soft, freckled breasts would spill between my fingers. Her nipples tighten and then she meets my eyes.

She leans over, picking something up from the coffee table. That's when I see the floral tattoo that runs across her shoulder, where I had always assumed it ended. It runs down and then curls underneath her breasts. They sway as she reaches down and my cock twitches to life. Before I can stop myself, I'm picturing her leaning over me and dangling those heavy breasts on my lips.

She looks up and smiles at me. She's amused. Or being kind. Or she knows I want to bend her over right now. I push the thought of fucking my friend's girl away.

She huffs a laugh and then covers each breast with a soft silicone cup and suddenly her nipples are gone. That's when I realize that those small patches are the only bra she's going to be wearing tonight.

Sara shoves her thumbs in the waistband of her yoga pants and tugs them down. I see a thin landing strip of black pubic hair through the sheer black lace panties she's wearing.

Something about seeing the outline of her mound in those thin panties is too perfect. Too wrong. Fucking ex-vangelical guilt. I look away as my cheeks flush with heat.

"Aw, you're blushing," she says, and when I look up, her teeth shine between her lips. That wry smile hits me hard.

Thirty seconds ago, I thought she was about to cry. Now, she's enjoying herself while I squirm.

And I'm trying to stop picturing her in those panties, picturing my rock hard cock parting those beautiful folds. I keep my eyes on hers. I don't dare look down.

She snatches her dress from the back of our sofa and slips it over her head. She shimmies it down and then turns around.

"Can you zip me up?"

"Yes," I say. I can handle that. I'm just helping her. I'm not going to touch her.

The tattoo usually covered by tank tops is visible along her shoulder blade. The open back of her black dress shows off the outline of her spine and the curves of her toned back.

The floor creaks just as I reach her. I pinch the dainty zipper between thumb and finger and drag it up. When I reach the top and let go, without warning, she spins quickly and hugs me close. My stiff cock meets her stomach. "I knew it." She smiles up at me with a naughty twinkle in her eye.

Damn. She knows I'm hard because of her. I let my hands fall to her hips and hug her back. We stay there a moment before she inhales deeply. I feel her breasts rise and fall.

"Your turn to get dressed," she says.

Suddenly my questions all return. What is happening? Why is the tip of my cock pressed against Sara's stomach?

"Where's Trey? Why me?"

"We can chat in the car. No time. Please."

I say okay. Because she said she needs me. That's the whole reason. A friend helping a friend.

I'm definitely thinking straight.

That feels like a lie I'm telling myself.

I lift the suit off of my door. She says she needs to do her makeup and disappears into the bathroom. I close my door anyway.

When I step out in the suit, which fits well, she is sitting on the arm of the sofa. Her arms are folded under her breasts. She nods.

"Handsome. Let's go," she says, standing up.

I'm still not sure how I agreed to this. Is this Trey's suit? Did they rent the tux?

She turns. I'm watching her ass sway as she walks toward the door, and I don't even realize what I'm doing until she turns back. I hurriedly look up, positive that it's obvious where my eyes were. She flashes a knowing smile.

---

As promised, in the car she spills everything. She has a potential whistleblower for her case. The woman says she works for the corporation behind a recent benzene spill, except it wasn't a spill and it wasn't recent. It was a cost savings measure and she thinks she can prove it. The problem is that she's having an affair with the CEO. I have no idea how she unraveled this thread or how the woman found her, but I suddenly know why I'm there.

At this gala, the woman will find us and defect. She's been told to find a black haired woman in a black dress and plenty of tattoos, on the arm of a tall and intimidating man. The muscle to get her safely out.

She's not wrong. Trey is intimidating. He's ex-SWAT. Bullet to the knee ended that career.

I never thought of myself as intimidating. I'm tall, yeah. That's why the suit fits me too.

"But why isn't Trey going?"

"He's in AC. Probably hung over. I don't know. Says he forgot he had a bachelor party. On a Thursday."

"Fuck."

"Yeah. So, you see, it's complicated. Not only did I need him for her to recognize me, I need someone to make her feel safe with me."

I keep driving. I'm glad it's dark out so she can't see me smile. She feels safe with me. She didn't say that exactly. But it's implied.

"Sara," I say, pausing as I collect my thoughts. "The stakes here... This is dangerous."

"I know. Which is why I ended it with Trey. How the fuck could he leave me to do this alone?"

"Fucking hell. Trey..." I hadn't known they'd broken up. She'd just ended two years with my best friend, and then she undressed in front of me. I don't know what that makes me. It wasn't how I wanted a moment between us to go. No, wait. She wanted to do that. She hugged me.

I still feel uneasy. But...

I get why she needed me. I don't know if that's all she needed.

"I'm tired of the world being fucked by rich guys. I'm tired of being fucked by the men who don't give a shit. Fuck Trey. I'm taking this bastard down."

She turns to me and I look away from the road for a second. Her eyes are watering. She rests her hand on my arm and mouths two words, "Thank you."

I nod and keep driving.

---

The gala itself is not important. Yeah, it's disgustingly elegant, but I know where that money comes from -- exploitation of people and our planet. Fuck the gala, and fuck those people.

But I do allow myself the enjoyment of a well-constructed Old Fashioned and Sara in that black dress. She slips her arm around mine and my stomach flutters. She leans in and I breathe her perfume as she whispers something inaudible.

The act goes on.

We aren't at the bar for more than two minutes when a woman approaches. Sara sets her wine glass on the bar and turns her head toward the woman. She says something to the woman quietly enough that even I cannot hear it.

Something else is said and then Sara looks to me. The nod is subtle.

Time to go. One by one, we break apart and make our way toward the restrooms, except that we don't stop there. Down a stairwell, backtrack toward the entrance, and then we are outside in the crisp fall air.

We get in my car and go right to Sara's office, where a team is ready with cameras and microphones. I wait outside the room while they record her and make backups of the USB drive she had smuggled out.

Yeah, they're lawyers but this isn't a firm with millions. I live with Sara. I know she could make so much more money. Instead, she fights power. There's something so punk rock about that. It just adds to how sexy she is. I stand and read the firm's employee bulletin board twice to keep from getting another boner.

---

An hour later, we are home. I unlock the door while Sara stands beside me. We aren't touching but I want to. Something like gravity is pulling at me to reach for her.

I can't. Not tonight. Not hours after her breakup. Not minutes after the risks we have just taken. Not with security possibly learning her face by morning.

I push the door open and let her walk through. As she does, she reaches back for my hand. My eyes narrow. Her nod is slight. Her hand is warm.

She leads me through the doorway and toward my room. My nose follows the rosewater scent she trails behind her. In my room, my heart thumps in my chest. It's the possibility and the unknown and being inches from her. It's the look in her eyes that I'm trying to interpret, and I don't know what I should do.

She steps closer, the small gap between us smaller now. She looks up at me and tilts her head. Her lips nearing mine, and then we kiss. I shouldn't -- Trey. But I want to.

"Sara," I say, stopping her.

"It's okay. I want this. I have a secret to tell you."

She steps up on her toes. Her breath is warm on my ear. A shiver runs through my body not because of any chill, but because of how good this moment feels.

"When Trey and I fucked last, it was you I thought about."

She lands on her feet and meets my eyes. Searching me. I am trying not to think with my cock, which pulsed to life at her confession. My mind swirls with questions. But I choose one.

"Really?"

She nods and bites her bottom lip.

"I think about you every time I hear you two."

"Really?" she asks it this time.

I nod.

"Then fuck it."

"Fuck it," I say.

I pull her close, poking her belly with my cock for the second time tonight. She startles and laughs. I slide my fingers through her silky black hair as we kiss. My tongue meets hers. She tastes deliciously like the Cabernet.

She moans into my mouth. Her hands find my shoulders and slip my suit jacket off -- the one Trey had been fitted for. She pushes me gently, inching us toward my bed. I trample Trey's jacket under my shiny dress shoes.

Then, I run out of room. The backs of my calves are against my bed. She palms my shoulders and pushes me onto my back. Sara hikes up her dress and climbs on top of me, straddling my waist. I can feel the heat of her through my pants as she presses her soft mound against my hard cock. A low growl of satisfaction escapes her throat.

She leans over and kisses me. Her hands fumble with my buttons, my belt, my zipper. I reach for hers as well, and drag it down. I pull the dress up and over her head so that I see those silicone-covered breasts, those little black panties, and the rest of her.

"You are so fucking beautiful," I say.

"You've wanted me for a while." It's not a question. It's a new truth she's processing.

She smiles and slides back. She pulls my shirt off as I sit up on my elbows. Then she's on the floor slipping my shoes off and tugging my pants down until it's just me in my boxers.

"This is my favorite moment," she says with a wry smile. "The reveal."

With that, her fingers take my waistband and pull it back, and my cock springs free, slapping against my belly with a thud.

"Holy fuck," she says and her eyes have gone wide.

"Is that a good, 'holy fuck,' or..."

"A very good 'holy fuck.' I've never seen someone this thick though."

She is on all fours above me, then reaches for my cock with a hand. She wraps her fingers around me and I can't help but groan at how warm her palm feels, and how tight her grip. I can feel the veins of my cock throbbing in her grasp.

I won't last long like this. And knowing she hasn't had anyone with my girth, I know she will need warming up. So I sit up and take her by the hips and pull her onto me. I slide down between her legs and slide her panties to the side.

The heat of her bare pussy spreads across my skin. Her tight lips slick already. I tilt my head back and kiss her softly, tenderly, first just to taste her. Then to explore her. She puts a hand in my hair, looks down, and asks, "Do you like it?"

"Fuck, yes. You taste so good."

She moans and then I slip one of her folds between my lips, gently sucking her. Her moan shifts to a gasp. Her fingers tighten in my hair.

My cock throbs without either of us touching it. I can't help how hot this moment is for me. Sara -- this tattooed, beautiful, smart, and rebellious woman -- is riding my face. As much, and for as long as I have wanted her, I never thought this would happen.

I press my lips to hers and she grinds down harder, still gasping. Her belly caves in as she writhes on my face, my chin. Her juices run down my cheeks. I breathe in the honey-sweet tang of her.

"I'm close," she says, breathlessly.

I moan an acknowledgment and the vibration of my sound seems to echo through her as she sucks in a breath. Her breasts quiver above me and then I feel her body clench. I hum a delicious hum into her and her back arches. She grips my head and cries out.

Then she collapses forward onto the bed. She rolls onto her side. Her chest rises and falls as she pets my head.

"That was intense," she says.

"I can tell." My face is dripping.

"I'm sorry," she says. She wipes me with Trey's dress shirt. A guilty thrill rolls through me.

"Don't be. I liked doing that to you."

She eyes me suspiciously. "Really?"

"It might be the hottest moment of my life."

"So far," she says, that wry smile from earlier returning.

She nods toward my cock, which is still hard as stone. She reaches down with a finger and brushes the tip.

"Do you have a condom?"

I nod and sit up. I walk around my bed to the other side and open my bedside table. She yanks her panties off. While I rip open the box, tear one square, Sara reaches for my cock and brings it to her mouth. She rolls onto her back, so that her body is laid out before me. I don't know where to look because she's perfection everywhere. The gap between her thighs, the landing strip, the soft stomach, breasts, her eyes as she looks up at my cock. She runs her tongue along it.

My balls hang on her eyebrows which tickle me in the best possible way. She sucks my tip between her lips. I groan and my leg shakes as her tongue traces my opening.

"Okay, this might be the new hottest moment of my life," I say, shakily.

She pops free with a suction noise and laughs which makes her breasts sway. I can barely control my hands enough to tear the foil.

"Here, let me help you," she says.

She reaches up and takes the ring of latex from my hands. Sitting, she puts it to my tip and pinches and then unrolls it along my shaft. I watch her hands work it, knowing that I'm already leaking precum. Good thing we are using this condom.

She falls onto her back and grabs my cock, steering me between her legs. She brushes my tip against her still soaked folds.

This is that moment I dreamt about earlier. I ease in slowly, parting her folds as she gasps.

"Fuck," she says. "That's thicker than I expected."

I doubt myself then. I don't know what to say. My shaft is even thicker. I don't want to hurt her.

"We don't have to-"

"Don't stop," she says. "I want this."

With my feet planted on the floor, I look at our bodies and where we meet, just my tip between those tight lips. It's a puzzle I'm trying to figure out. Where do I start?

My feet are still planted on the hardwood floor. I reach for her ankles, slowly spreading her legs wide, then wide, opening her thighs to take me more easily. Her eyes shudder behind her eyelids. I press my cock in slow, an inch and then pulling back, as she protests. In this way, I slowly give her more of me, and let her body accommodate.

She does manage to take all of me, but holds my hips still once I'm fully inside. I get the message. I feel every twitch of her body. She clenches and squeezes. My balls shift against the warmth of her ass.

"This is certainly a challenge," she says, breathing through barely parted lips and her teeth.

"Really, it's okay if we stop. I don't want to hurt you."

"It doesn't hurt. I just feel you in my belly," she says as she laughs again. As she laughs, her pussy squeezes me rhythmically. A growl rolls from my throat.

I wrap my fingers around her ankles and slowly pull my hips back, letting most of my cock slide out of her. The condom is covered in her juices which reminds me that I still taste her on my tongue. Yum.

She paws at my hips to pull me back. I oblige and plunge in one slow and deep thrust until she takes it all again, until the skin of my pubic bone presses to her clit. She purrs as I hold it there and then press just a little more.

I fuck slowly but hard. Each time I slam home, her body shakes. She splays her arms above her head and my eyes follow the curves of her breasts, under her arms and to her hands. Her fingers grasp the blanket and curl around it.

Pressure builds deep in my belly, in my legs, tightening with each deep thrust. Another pulse and I feel precum leaking.

She purrs again, as if she can feel the slightest swell of my cock.

Sara looks up at me and sits up on her elbows. Then, her eyes shift to between her legs, where I am between her stretched pussy lips. She reaches down and with a finger, she traces the vein that runs through my cock, until it slips inside of her.

She gasps but keeps watching as her taut lips stretch thin and trail behind my shaft, hugging it on the way out. Not only does it feel so tight that I'm about to break inside of her, she's just so beautiful.

"I won't last much longer," I say.

She looks up at me and her brow furrows. She nods. "Let it happen. I want to feel your cock empty in me."

"Fuck."

"It's so fucking big. I can't take it. And I love that," she yelps.

I spread my arms wider, opening her legs further. Her hands go to her mouth. She bites her palm to keep quiet, whimpering through her teeth as I thrust. My legs aren't tightening anymore. They're about to snap and that's exactly what happens as I push deep inside her and hold myself there. Sara lifts her hips off the bed and clenches on me, milking me with each pulse as I come in her.

When the final wave ebbs, a drop of sweat falls from my forehead onto her thigh. I let her ankles go and her body protests as I pull out. The tip of my condom is full of come and hangs as proof of what she's done to me. Or rather, what we've done to each other -- because the outside of the condom is coated with her.

"That's so much," she says, still catching her breath. "I must have done a good job."

"So good."

I lower onto the bed beside her. She rests her head on my shoulder. My cock drapes across her leg where the condom-pool come begins to cool against her thigh.

I don't know what this is or what comes next. I just know that the moment was as close to perfection as I've ever known.

Then that floorboard in the living room creaks. We both startle and flip onto our bellies. My eyes adjust to the darkness beyond my room, where Trey stands in the doorway.

"Already?"

"What the fuck?" Sara says. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough."

I say nothing. Sara covers her breasts with one arm while she sits up. Trey walks shakes his head and then walks out.

"Are you okay?" I say, one hand on her knee. She nods.

"Fuck Trey," she says.