Sarah Goes Down (South)
by: Kimberli Nicole McCarthyThis is a continuation of Sarah Smile
The sun broke through the windows, pulling Sarah out of her slumber. She lay in bed, running her hands across her panties and bra, and thought fondly about the bathroom at Sbarros, and about how she pleased Billy again on the cab ride home, and how he took her again on the sofa before they retreated to his bed to sleep in each others arms.
When Billy walked in from work that night, David was there to greet him. Billy didn’t ask about Sarah again and David didn’t bring her up.
Things went on like this, the roommates living in silent denial for the next two months. Of course, during this time David decided to alter his daily workout routine to one he found in Cosmo, continually found excuses to skip haircuts, and forsook his usual habit of trimming his fingernails. Nevertheless, Sarah was nowhere to be found.
"DAVID!!!" Billy called as he stumbled in at eight o’clock on a Thursday, already buzzing from happy hour.
"I’m right here, Billy," David answered from his seat on the sofa, idly flipping through a glossy magazine and watching Fashion Emergency on E!, "you don’t have to yell."
"OF COURSE I HAVE TO YELL, BUDDY, GET DRESSED, WE’RE HITTING THE CLUBS TONIGHT!!!"
"Billy, I thought we talked about this. Until I get some more acting jobs, I have to cut corners. I’m not exactly swimming in cash, y’know?"
"NOT TO WORRY TONIGHT," Billy continued, throwing at least four hundred dollar bills on the table, "YOU’RE LOOKING AT THE MOST PRODUCTIVE ASSOCIATE IN THE FIRM, OLD MAN PETERSON GAVE ME A 40% RAISE!!!"
David tried in vain to compute the figures, but he was never a math wizard. But considering that Billy was already pulling in more than six figures, he knew the increase was hefty.
"Rock and roll," said David, "just let me take a shower.
At about 10:30, David and Billy rolled into the Limelight. Around 11:00, Billy declared that the Limelight "is lame ass, tonight."
By 11:30 they were dancing in Webster Hall. "Even worse," said Billy.
About half past midnight, Billy had also decided that Life "just wasn’t happening."
Billy, however, found all that he was looking for at a swank little unnamed lounge on Houston and Mulberry. Billy’s discovery came in the form of two very beautiful, very willing young club girls.
David was always amazed at Billy’s ability to woo the fairer of the species, but never more so than tonight. Within twenty minutes, Veronica and Jasmine were on the way to Billy and David’s apartment for some after hours entertainment.
David maintained a low profile as he sized up the two women in the back of the cab. Billy had made clear that his sights were set on Veronica, and who could blame him? 5'3'’ with a boomin’ body and beautiful platinum hair, David could understand why any man would want to eat her with a spoon. Jasmine wasn’t too bad either, standing around 5'8'’, or maybe more in her knee high leather boots. The bright pink bobbed wig was a bit much, but hey, it was actually somewhat tame for the New York City club scene. Of course, the wig made David immediately suspect that Jasmine might be a Jeffrey, but those suspicions were put to rest a short time later, as she stood naked in his bedroom.
"You’ve been quiet tonight," she said to David.
He nodded.
"Don’t worry, I won’t bite," she said as she climbed on the bed, and then onto David.
"And who knows," she whispered, "maybe we can join Veronica and Billy after we’re done."
Seventeen minutes later, David was pretending to sleep. The sex was so-so, but not for lack of effort on Jasmine’s part. David kept his eyes closed, wishing that she would just shut up already, but another part of him was deeply disturbed that a beautiful woman had just literally thrown herself on him, and instead of ravaging her, he simply went through the motions because it would be far easier to just do it and go to sleep than to try to explain to her why he wasn’t in the mood. Salvation came a little while later, as he heard soft snores from the other side of the bed.
David woke with a start. Someone was prowling around the apartment. He perked up his ears, and was relieved to find that it was just his roommate walking across the creaky floorboards to the bathroom.
The bathroom, David thought, instantly becoming aroused at the memory of the time that Sarah and Billy had shared in a restroom.
Jasmine startled him as she turned in her sleep, causing a moment’s panic until David remembered exactly why there was a naked woman lying next to him. The moonlight coming through the window shone across the floor of the room onto her discarded clothes.
After what seemed like a never ending stream of urine had run out of his bladder, Billy wandered into the kitchen to see if any of the Gatorade he bought last week was still in the fridge.
He heard the clickety-clack of high heels walking toward him as he rummaged through the icebox, and turned to find Jasmine walking towards him. Even though it was too dark to see anything other than the contour of her body, it was abundantly clear what she had in mind.
She was wearing the pink wig, the short plaid skirt and the tight white sweater that she had on when they met at the club, as well as the knee-high black leather platform boots. Before Billy knew what was happening, his dick being sucked harder than it had been in quite some time.
Her lips were warm and soothing around his head, her hand delicately but forcefully worked his shaft. Her moist, inviting mouth was all too willing to be a depository of his love.
Her fingers dug deep into his ass, massaging it furiously as she worked his cock in and out of her sweet mouth. This unexpected but very welcome pleasure lasted about thirty seconds before a torrent of lovejuice filled her mouth, throat and then stomach.
Jasmine rose toe her feet and kissed Billy deeply and passionately on the lips. He could feel the salty traces of his deposit on her tongue.
Then, just like that, she was sashaying every so sexily back into David’s room.
"Jasmine," Billy called after her, "you kiss every bit as nice as Sarah."
Sarah smiled a mischievous little smile as she closed the bedroom door behind her.
"Hey Dave?" Billy asked as he kicked him five times quickly in the torso.
"What’s up?" replied David, backflipping away from danger and trying furiously to land a few kicks of his own.
"Ever been to Key West," two blows to the face.
"Florida?" a block and a knee to the crotch.
"No jackass, Key West, Minnesota! Of course Florida!" a flying chop to the neck.
"No, but I hear it’s nice this time of year," shit, he’s two kicks away from a finishing move.
"Wanna go?" duck, jump, kick.
"Wanna pay for me?" block, punch, jump.
"Well that’s what I was thinking, I’ve got plenty of vacation time coming, and I thought a week in Key West would be cool, but I need someone to go with," kick, kick, punch.
"You know I can’t afford it, dude," punch, flip, power punch.
"True enough, but without any acting jobs, you have the free time, and I’d be willing to foot the bill," jump, duck, kick.
"Sounds great Bill, but it also seems from the sound of your voice that there’s going to be a condition attached," backflip, duck, leg sweep.
"There is, I don’t want to bring you," flying fick, flying kick, body blow.
"You’re losin’ me, Billy," duck, duck, punch.
"I want to bring Sarah."
The Mortal Combatant that David was controlling lay mortally wounded as the keypad dropped from David’s hand.
Trying hard not to break into a series of real life (as opposed to Mortal Combat) cartwheels followed by a rousing rendition of "Let’s Hear It For the Boy," David caught his breath, stood and told Billy that Sarah would love to go to Florida with Billy. Then he walked straight out of the apartment for a walk around the neighborhood. It was four blocks before he realized that he hadn’t brought his shoes.
An hour later, David returned home to find the apartment empty. On the kitchen table he found a manila envelope marked "For Sarah."
In it he found a note.
Dear Sarah,
I’ve tried to deny it, but I just can’t fight this feeling anymore. Ever since our evening at Madison Square Garden, I’ve wanted to see you again. But all that time I was afraid of letting you know how I felt. That was, until two weeks ago, when I encountered "Jasmine" in the kitchen. I knew then that I had to spend more time with you, and do it soon. Enclosed you’ll find an American Express credit card in my name. Take it to the mall, and take Mandy with you. You’ll need clothes for a week, as well as any cosmetics or any other accessories that will be necessary for our trip to be a success. Spare no expense, especially where getting yourself ready for sunbathing is involved. I’ve rented a Mercedes convertible for the drive to Florida, so believe me when I say we’ll be traveling in style. Let’s plan on leaving after work on Thursday. Until then I’ll be working around the clock to get up to speed on my caseload before the trip, so I won’t see you until then.
Can’t hardly wait,
William
On her way to Mandy’s, Sarah’s head was still swimming in the wonder of it all. To be perfectly honest, she had never thought about life like this before the audition, but that night felt as though a dam had broken, and twenty eight years of inadequacy and awkwardness were swept away in the torrent. She had never felt that way before the hockey game, never had so much fun, and certainly never looked at her roommate (or any other boy) like that before. But now, just months later, although she had only spend a few hours on this earth, Sarah couldn’t imagine ever going back to sleep, or letting David rule her.
Mandy opened the door to find David standing there in the clothes she had lent him for the audition a few months back. "This is completely unacceptable," she said sternly, as pangs of panic swept through Sarah’s body. "First of all your wig needs styling, and you simply must get a new outfit."
Sarah smiled shyly as she pulled the American Express card from her purse.
They looked like sisters catching up on the latest gossip as Sarah explained everything to her cousin on the subway ride over to Fifth Avenue. Mandy couldn’t say that she was completely shocked by the turn of events. David had always struck her as a bit left of center, and probably gay, but she never dreamed that Sarah could be such a vibrant girl. She had only seen her at the audition and again today (and she looked a lot worse today) but something told her that Sarah was making the right choice.
The next two days were a whirlwind of skirts, tops, sundresses, shoes, makeup, hair tips, manicures, and after a new pair of far more realistic breast forms, a few bathing suits as well.
Sarah had never felt so close to Mandy, and Mandy was thrilled to have the sister that fate had robbed her of until now.
Now, fifteen minutes before Billy would be pulling up downstairs with the convertible, Mandy helped Sarah finish packing while quickly re-capping all of their lessons.
"My God, Sarah, I hate you for being so much more beautiful than I am,"
Sarah smiled as she looked in the mirror. Mandy had done such a wonderful job of helping her get ready for the trip. Her dark, sandy blonde hair shined beautifully from underneath the big straw sun hat they bought at Macys. The black ribbon on the hat matched her black capris pants perfectly. The hot pink cotton camisole tee shirt showed off her pert, spectacular breasts. The black platform sandals forced her heels high off the ground, accentuating her tight, sweet little ass. She brushed her wavy hair off her right shoulder as she put the black sunglasses with the white plastic frames on her face. Even through the shades she could see the bright shine of her luscious red lips.
"I love you so much Mandy," Sarah gushed, throwing her arms around her cousin, "and Billy will thank you soon enough."
They were pretty far south on the Jersey Turnpike before Billy finally regained his composure and put his tongue back in his mouth.
"Sarah," he said, grabbing her hand in his, "I’m so glad we’re taking this vacation together. You are gorgeous."
"Thank you William," she said, gently caressing his knee with her free hand, "I want to make this a special vacation for both of us."
At 2:00 a.m. Billy woke Sarah up to tell her he was pulling into a gas station to refuel.
"Sweetheart, what state are we in?" she asked, throwing her arms straight out in a stretch that Billy couldn’t help but notice really showed off her fine chest.
"North Carolina, dumplin’" he drawled in his faux southern accent.
"I do declare, William, I love it when you call me dumplin’," she said, lovingly running her red nailed fingers across Billy’s chest.
Sarah couldn’t help but notice how dark and desolate the filling station was, and she certainly couldn’t help but notice the boy who was sitting behind the glass encased register. He looked about twenty-two, bored, and lonely as hell in an empty gas station in the middle of the night off the highways of North Carolina. He was the only other person around. And his eyes were burning holes through Sarah as he stared lustfully at her.
I’m going to have fun with this, Sarah laughed to herself as Billy got out of the car to give the boy some money for gas.
"Billy," she called coquettishly, "will you let me pump your gas?"
Billy gulped, then nodded.
The glass register kiosk that the boy sat in was a good twenty feet away from the pump, so as Billy walked over, Sarah adjusted her hat and sunglasses and slowly rose out of the car. She sauntered over to the pump, swinging her hips back in forth in the manner in which Mandy taught her would "drive boys wild." She arched her back, thrusting her breasts high and ass out as she lifted the nozzle, and threw her head back, showing her long, thin, sexy white neck as she placed the nozzle in the tank. She didn’t have to turn around to realize that both Billy and the boy were staring at her in wild wonder.
As the fluid exploded from the nozzle and into the tank, Sarah vamped back over to the front of the convertible. Pretending not to notice the leering men, she took her hat and sunglasses off and fluffed her long blonde hair with her hands. She lifted her sweet, tight ass onto the hood of the car, and slid toward the drivers seat, resting her back against the windshield as her legs lay crossed across the hood. She pulled a mirror from her purse, and applied some lipstick in a slow, exaggerated manner. She heard Billy’s footstep come near her.
"Ready to go, Baby?" he asked, standing at the driver side headlight.
Sarah smiled again, licking her lips. In a series of rapid yet graceful movements, she slid down from the hood, stood before Billy, and threw his shoulders back onto the hood. With no words she slid to her knees before him. Long red fingernails searched for the fly of his zipper. The boy behind the glass watched her sexy hand spring his hard cock free. The attendant wrapped his own hand around his dick at the same time that Sarah’s lipstick encased lips encased Billy’s shaft.
The boy behind the glass pumped furiously. Billy’s head rolled back, lost in ecstasy. Sarah’s pink cheeks indented around her mouth. For a moment the boy’s view was blocked by Sarah’s blonde hair, which formed a luxuriant wall as it fell from her head. His frustration was relieved as Sarah gently tossed her head back and to the side, forcing the hair behind her ear. The boy couldn’t be sure, but for a split second it seemed like her eye looked at him and her red lips smiled around the dick she was sucking as her head moved back.
Billy’s convulsions told the boy that Sarah had accomplished her mission, and was surprised to see her stand and begin walking toward him. Considering the shockingly open display of fellatio he had just witnessed, the boy felt no need to stop stroking himself, even though he knew full well she could see him.
Sarah’s face was two inches from the glass. The boy moved his face to meet hers.
"That was for you," she purred.
The last thing Sarah saw before she walked back to the car was the pearly white fluid splattering across the glass.
"Next Stop Key West," Billy said, kissing her passionately as she slid into her seat.
To be continued....
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