If it had been, I would have gone that route before I started doing this.
“Do you no longer need the money?” Sara asked.
I would have assumed she was skipping over the story about my dad if I couldn’t see her face. She was shocked as if she was wondering what kind of father would gamble away his own son’s college money. I’d wondered the same thing when I heard it.
“If he’s to be believed, then there’s no need,” I said with a shake of my head, answering her question. “He called me up, just yesterday in fact after I got your tweet. He’s marrying some rich woman, and he’s paying me back.”
There was nothing yet, but I decided to believe in him for another couple of days. If nothing happened, I’d call him up, and we would see.
We sat in silence for a while, drinking and eating. I kept glancing at Sara, but she didn’t raise her head for the longest time. I couldn’t tell what she was thinking, and I slowly started growing anxious. Then, after she’d finished her coffee and pastry, she looked at me from underneath her lashes. Her face was still flushed, but her expression had changed. It made me stiffen, and my attention perked up, in more than one way. Her lips glistened from where she’d licked them, and her eyes almost seemed to burn.
“That’s a shame,” she said, her voice low. “I was going to pay double what I paid last time.”
For a moment, I was shocked. Then, I was turned on. I let out a quiet groan, and shifted in my seat, a little surprised at myself. All it was, was a look and some words, and I was already half hard in my pants. Either Sara wasn’t as innocent as I’d thought she was yesterday, or something about her was just that interesting to me.
I figured it was the latter.
“I had a good time with you, Sara,” I confessed. I hesitated, for about a second, before I gave her a slow smile. “You know what? I’ve closed the shop already, but if you want, I’ll do it for free.”Chapter Seven
NoahIt was broad daylight, but I didn’t care as I took Sara with me back to my dorm. When I gave the offer, I wasn't entirely serious. I wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if she would be. It turned out, my earlier impression of her was right; once she gave herself over to passion, she didn’t let her nervousness hold her back. The girl I dragged into my room with me looked so different from the girl I met when I left.
“Should I be in here?” She asked, voice quiet.
“No,” I said, and locked the door as it closed.
My roommates shouldn’t be back until late, I thought as I led Sara over to my bed. I took my phone out and told them to warn me before they showed up, or they’d be locked out for the night.
Then, I turned to Sara and grinned. “Don’t worry. We won't be interrupted.”
Her eyebrows jumped up, and she glanced at the other beds. But when I sat down and wrapped my arms around her, her attention focused on me. I liked that a lot, and I grinned, right before I took her face between my hands and kissed her. She kissed back with enthusiasm, arms wrapped around my neck as she pressed her body against mine.
We kissed, long and wet, until we were both panting for breath. I pulled back with a groan, ducked my head into her neck, and left open-mouthed kisses on her skin. I nibbled lightly on her collarbones, and used my tongue to soothe the skin. Sara rewarded me with a whimper.
She pressed her hands to my shoulders, and I paused, thinking she was pushing me away. I let her do as she pleased, and I was surprised when she reached behind her and undid the zipper of her dress, then eased it down around her shoulders. Pleasantly so.
“You didn’t have to,” I said, eyebrows jumping up as I smirked. “I’d love to undress you.”
Her lips pursed, shy for a moment, before she matched my smirk and put her hands back on my shoulders.
“Why don’t you let me do that this time?”
My eyes widened when she threw a leg around my thighs, so that she straddled me. Then, her fingers clenched in my hair and tilted my head back as she pressed her lips against mine.
I was surprised for a moment at her taking the lead. It was so fucking hot, though, and I was already hard in my jeans just thinking how far she would be willing to go.
Her hands slid away from my hair, moved down my neck, before they smoothed their way down to my chest. I moaned lightly when her hands gently kneaded my chest. I slid my hands around her waist, being careful not to hold her too tightly. Sara lowered her hips, her knees moving to hug my hips as she sat on my lap, and I gasped when that rubbed her against my hard-on.