Chapter 3: Love

“Okay,” I said, “now for step two.” Sarah had just passed her interview at the temp agency and gotten her first assignment.

“Step two?” Sarah posed. “What do you mean? I got a job.”

“Yes. Step Two is that you get ‘discovered’ by the people you work with.” I made air quotes around the word with my fingers.

“Oh, dear. Do you think that I will?”

“I do. You said that some of our neighbors already know, plus on the Internet, you are not exactly the world’s best kept secret. All males masturbate. Many use Internet porn to some extent. Sooner or later, some guy is going to recognize that the hot babe in accounting is Candy Sweet.”

“What should I do?”

I put a finger to my cheek. “Oh, dear. You discovered me. Can you keep it a secret?”

I shook my head, “No, that won’t work. He wants to tell everyone his discovery and that the hot babe in accounting is a porn star.

“How about, ‘Oh, someone else discovered by doppelganger.’ Or better yet, “Oh, yeah, did that for a while earlier in my life. No big deal.” I used a dismissive tone.

“You mean admit it?” Sarah said.

“There’s an advantage to admitting it. No one can blackmail you or think they have an edge to get you to do something that you don’t want to do. You keep control. If they threaten to do something based on what they discovered, you have the ability to sue their ass off, and they should know that. Just remember, you keep control of your life.”

Sarah hugged me again. She said, “Your idea of using Hugh Rothman as a reference was the turning point of the day. In my first interview, we talked about my experience with him – not the sex, mind you – for about ten minutes. I explained about his tutoring and his investment strategy. That’s not a secret. There’s a book out about him, but I would have kept all that hidden if not for you.”

“It’s the little things that count. Can I buy a pretty girl a dinner in order to celebrate?”

We went to Patrick’s on Main Street for dinner. Sarah was voluble about the interview and then anxious about what the rest of the week would be like at Jaycor. I gave her some ‘starting work’ advice and suggestions. We walked home.

It was still early, so I invited Sarah to come to my apartment for a liqueur. She liked that idea. I was finally able to show off some of my decorating and art, although it wasn’t on a par with hers.

I brought out my collection of liqueur bottles, and Sarah chose to have a Grand Marnier. We were sitting side by side on the sofa. I poured her a demi-glass, but I then took a sip of it as she watched. I turned to her and then kissed her, worming my tongue into her mouth. When she opened, I jetted the rich orange-flavored liqueur into her mouth.

Sarah moaned and deepened our kiss. She also hitched closer to me, if that were possible.

As we separated, Sarah looked at me and then squirmed onto my lap. She said, “Do that liquid kiss thing again, please.”

I did, this time with a slightly larger dose of the liqueur and a lot more tongue. Our tongues danced back and forth for a bit before we separated. Sarah was right back for more kisses. She also took one of my hands and planted it atop one of her breasts outside her scoop-neck top.

A half-dozen kisses later, she said, “This is inadequate. I want you to feel me – really feel me. I want to feel you, too. You kiss better than anyone that I’ve ever known. I want a lot more. And those liquid kisses turned me on like you wouldn’t believe.”

My polo shirt was gone in an instant, and then her top and bra. We rubbed together and then she pulled my head to her and thrust one of her generous breasts into my mouth. I already knew that Candy Sweet had large areolas with robust nipples in their center. I’d seen them every night since I learned my neighbor was a porn star. That night, however, I was seeing them first hand and not on the Internet. They were magnificent and far better than the videos.

I rubbed Sarah all over her upper body, and she pushed into me and let me know that she was happy with everything going on and especially happy with me and our skin contact. She had me suck on each of her nipples, then she had an idea.

“I used to work in a strip club. We did lap dances. Let me show you how I used to do them for my really special patrons – the big tippers.”

Sarah stood in front of me in her pleated skirt and stilettos. She started swaying to some tune only she could hear. Her breasts jiggled along with the rest of her. Slowly, she unzipped the skirt and then swayed her way out of it, leaving it in a puddle on my marble floor.

Sarah was left wearing her CFM shoes and little white lacy panties. My heart was beating faster and my mouth had gone completely dry. This truly was the most beautiful woman in the world. God, her body was perfect. She swayed and danced some more, making sexy moves, and then she peeled off her underwear in a sexy move and deposited the undies in my lap – on top of the hard-on that threatened to rip my pants apart.

Of course, I picked them up and immediately took in her female aroma from her crotch. This was like the best perfume ever. I told her, “You smell delicious.”

“Lap dance.” Sarah backed onto my lap as her snug runner’s ass swayed back and forth only inches from my face. I reached up and stroked part of one cheek and her hips. Where I was getting the courage to touch her, I’ll never know.

“No hands, buster. The bouncer is named Moose, and he will toss you out of here really fast if he sees that.”

I laughed, and Sarah stroked her body over my slacks. She was sexually wet. I could see her labia when she turned towards me, and it was wet with excitement, with passion, and with anticipation. My pants became wet with some of her secretions, but neither of us cared.

I ignored the threat of a non-existent bouncer interrupting us, and used one hand to reach around and fondle a complete breast, and stroke her back, hip, and ass with the other. Sarah rotated partway in my lap and locked her lips on mine, “Oh, Doug, I want you. I want you to want me.”

Miraculously, I lost my clothes, and Sarah, the porn star next door, started giving me a blowjob. I’ve had very few, yet I knew that this is one of the best in the world. I recalled watching her give head to some yo-yo even the night before on some video of Candy’s. God, I thought that I was so lucky.

Sarah pronounced that I was ‘ready’. She stood, shimmied her body in front of me with her hands behind her neck, and then mounted me on my own sofa, using one hand to steer the hardest erection I’ve ever had along her wet slit and into her slippery interior. She slowly slid her body down my engorged shaft enjoying every millimeter. I worried that I’d blast her off in another millisecond.

She said, “I am safe, clean, and on birth control. You can blast away, whenever you want, and I want you to do it often, repeatedly, and frequently with me from now on.” She dropped lower and kissed me like the world was about to end. We kept kissing and fucking from that second forward.

How I lasted through four changes in position, I’ll never know. We spent five or ten minutes in each one, and got increasingly passionate and loving. Our kisses were electric.

As best I could tell, since I wasn’t an expert, Sarah had come twice before I knew that I couldn’t last any longer. I warned and came deep inside her. We were in the missionary position with her legs and arms wrapped around me. She came a third time, I think.

“Oh, God, Doug ... you are the best.” Our kisses continued and neither of us seemed to want to separate. Thus, we stayed together cooing and kissing with me buried deep inside her.

At one point Sarah got serious. “I need you to know something. Yes, I know how to fake an orgasm for the camera or for the guy that I’m with. No, I will never do that with you. When you feel me respond to you, know that it is real and not my acting ability.”

I kissed her nose. “Thank you. I might have wondered. I hope I was somewhat worthy. I know you’ve had the best from time to time.”

Sarah pulled away. “No, no, no. That was the best – right then. My all-time best fuck ever. YOU.” Her eyes screamed sincerity to me.

“Huh? You’re kidding, right? Me?”

“No; it was fabulous. It makes a difference when you love someone and you know that they love you.” As Sarah finished her statement, she looked worried that she’d overstepped a boundary between us by using the ‘L’ word.

I hugged her back to me and toyed with one erect nipple.

“Good. I’m glad we feel the same about each other. I wondered how to tell you and this ends my worry that I was some kind of oaf because you didn’t feel anything for me other than as a neighbor.”

I took Sarah’s face in both hands and we locked eyes, “Sarah, I love you.”

“Doug, I love you.”

Sarah giggled and sat more erect; and then said, “Oh, I’m sorry, I said it wrong. Most Omnipotent, Omniscient, Great and Unobsequious Master of the Universe, Doctor Douglas Anthony Mallus, I love you.”

Our kisses didn’t stop except for us to make it to my bed.

Sarah raced home at six a.m. wearing one of my robes and carrying her clothes from the night before. She managed to get through the fifty-foot-long hallway to her door, and then into her condo unit without being spotted by any other neighbors.

I had take-out Chinese waiting for us when Sarah got home from her first day on the job. She looked harried, but appreciative to find I’d left a note on her door saying that dinner was ready next door.

Sarah was happy and did a data dump about her first day at Jaycor. Fundamentally, she’d become the bridge between an older man that was leaving to retire, and the next person that would fill that position that hadn’t been hired yet. She was to make sure that nothing important slipped away unnoticed, and where she could, take action. Other improvements were always welcome.

I applauded her new job, even as a temp, and suggested that she also evaluate the post as to whether she’d ever want it as full-time staff. We cleaned up from dinner and got the leftovers put away. Then there was an awkward moment as we looked at each other again, probably both hoping for what would happen next.

We came together like a lighted match and a swimming pool of gasoline. In a fraction of a second our clothes were gone and we each had our mouths full of the other’s sex. We were on the new plush carpet in front of my sofa, but who cared.