Chapter 12

I couldn’t believe Mary had the nerve to call me. Happy New Year, yeah right! She was the last person I wanted to ring in the New Year with. I scowled at the phone as if she would feel it on the other end.

“Is everything okay?” Grandma asked, taking my attention away from the phone hanging on the wall.

She took my hands in hers with a concerned look on her face.

“Yeah, it was just Mary,” I replied, angrily. “She wanted to wish me a Happy New Year.”

“Oh, let’s forget about her,” Grandma winked, giving me a hug, and mashing her full tits onto my chest while giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Come on, let’s get you another drink! I want to see some more of that beautiful, perfect, young dick of yours all hard and ready for attention some more.”

She giggled, the color in her cheeks growing even redder, and I couldn’t help but grin back at her. I was drunk and thinking about Mary was the last thing I needed. She grabbed my hand again and pulled me behind her leading us back into the living room where everyone was watching me.

That last glass of champagne Grandma had poured me washed all thoughts of Mary and her phone call away. The conversations in the living room still centered around Scott and Laura, but when Mom brought up the Ranger, asking what else I planned to do to it. That opened the floodgates in my brain. It was as if there was some sort of dam holding everything back and it suddenly collapsed and all sorts of ideas came spilling out in a raging, unending torrent.

So, while I laid out all my grand plans for the truck with my parents and Grandpa, Sara and Grandma gossiped about boys, sex, and college. It was well into the early hours of the morning when it was deemed time for bed.

“We should probably get some sleep,” Grandpa announced, his knees cracking from sitting too long when he got up.

I was about to protest when a sudden yawn caught me by surprise, cutting off what I was about to say. Dad raised an eyebrow in questions and Mom chuckled, shaking her hard.

“You two go on up and get some sleep,” Mom told us.

“Fine,” I grumbled, fighting off another yawn.

“Goodnight,” Sara called out and a chorus of goodnights came back in reply.

Sara led the way up the stairs to my room. Grandpa and Grandma were right behind me.

“See you kids in the morning, sweet dreams.” Grandma said, offering a small wave before ducking into Sara’s room, leaving the door open just a crack.

“They’re going to do it,” Sara whispered once we were in my room.

“Who?”

“Grandma and Grandpa, duh,” Sara giggled.

“Really?”

“Yup, she’s really fired up. You should have seen how she was squirming while I was talking about Scott.”

“Oh, I bet.” I smirked.

“I wish Scott was here, I could use some cock.” Sara said it so matter-of-factly that it was almost shocking.

“I hear ya!” I replied.

Sara gave me a funny look and it didn’t hit me right away why and then it clicked.

“Not that I want Scott here or his dick!” I raced to edit my previous statement, my face flushed.

Sara burst out laughing.

“I was just teasing. I know what you meant.”

I sat down heavily on the edge of the bed.

“So, since you want some and Scott isn’t here to help me, how about I...”

I didn’t finish what I was about to say. Instead, Sara moved to stand in front of me and slowly lowered herself down onto her knees and put her hands on my thighs, caressing them gently but firmly. The way her arms extended on my legs forced her perfectly perky and full tits together, which created a chasm of pure hot perfect cleavage that looked like I could drown in happily.

She rubbed her thumbs on the muscles just above my knees, massaging me as she slowly worked my legs apart. Once there was enough room between them, she slid forward and slowly ran her hands further and further up my legs. She crept forward with slow methodical movements until both of her thumbs were rubbing the skin just to either side of my dick.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her hands. She was so close to my cock that I thought I could feel the heat radiating off her thumbs. When her hands stopped moving, I finally looked up to see Sara looking right at me, and she held my gaze for what felt like minutes but could only have been mere moments. She smiled devilishly and then I felt those same thumbs working their way along the base of my shaft. Not on it, but around it. Feeling my smooth skin as she did. My dick twitched and bounced with the beating of my heart.

When her hands finally reached their destination, I groaned. Loudly. Completely unashamed or unworried if someone or anyone could hear me.

Her left hand wrapped around my shaft while her right went underneath to cup and cradle my balls. She stroked me from base to tip, with just enough pressure to milk out the first bead of precome that pooled at the tip of my cock.

Without a word, Sara’s head dipped forward. I thought she was going to take me in her mouth, but she didn’t. Instead, her tongue slipped out of her mouth and she licked the precome off the head of my dick.

“Oh, God!” I moaned again, but bit it back slightly.

“Mmm, I love how your come tastes,” Sara announced.

Her eyes were closed. It was as if she were savoring the taste and committing it to memory so she could relive it again any time she wanted. It was one of the hottest, most erotic things I had ever seen her do.

She stroked me two more times the same way, drawing up more of my precome. The grin on her face was rapturous. She needed this as much as I did. This time however, she took the head into her mouth, running her tongue all around it and sucking gently for only a moment.

“Fuck, Sara,” I hissed.

I reached for her hands, wanting to pull her up and then roll her over onto the bed so I could settle my body on top of hers.

She moved and avoided my grasp easily, shaking her head slowly.

“This isn’t about what you want. It’s about what I need.” I gave her a questioning look, but she just stared at me, our eyes locked together.

When she was sure I wasn’t going to try to move her, she got up and pushed me backwards, so I was lying on the bed, my feet still dangling off the edge, my arms splayed out to the sides. She crawled up onto the bed, her legs on either side of my own. My dick was pointing straight up, ready for her to line it up with her opening. My heart started racing with anticipation.

Sara reached beneath her, grabbed my shaft, and lowered it so it lay flat on my stomach as she sank down. She lined it up so that her slit parted around the middle of the shaft. The head of my cock resting just above her small clit. Her pussy was hot and soaking wet.

Then she started to rock her hips ever so slightly back and forth. She leaned forward so that she could get maximum contact as she ground herself against me. Her hands on either side of my head, her perfect tits hanging teasingly in front of my eyes. I don’t think I had ever seen her nipples look as hard as they did right now.

“Mmm, fuck yes that’s perfect,” Sara moaned. “You’re so hard.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. I mean, I knew exactly what I wanted to do, but Sara made it crystal clear this was about her and not me, and I didn’t want to screw that up. My eyes took in everything, all at once. The color of her skin, the way it flushed on her chest and neck. The sheen of sweat that was just starting to appear on her face. The way her hair spiraled down, dangling like a curtain around us. Hiding and locking us away in our own little world.

Without thinking about it, my hands moved. When my fingertips brushed against Sara’s ass, she shivered. A wave of tingles rolled through her body, and she shuddered as the feeling crested. Goosebumps suddenly appeared for a moment before receding again as if they had never been. Sara blinked slowly as the sensation left her and quickly regained her rhythm.

I left my hands there for a moment, allowing Sara to get used to them. I didn’t squeeze her, or even attempt to hold onto her. I just let my fingers lightly dance against her soft, warm, perfect skin as she moved.

Sara rode me like that for a few minutes. It was agonizingly wonderful.

Without warning, Sara sat up, her back arched as she reached to her sides, grabbed my wrists, and moved my hands to her chest. I didn’t need any more prompting than that.

Her hands landed on my legs, just behind her ass to give her better balance. That position did two things. First, it was thrusting her tits out for me to enjoy. Second, she was able to pick up the pace as she ground her clit up along the bottom of my shaft from base to tip.

I started to massage the pliable flesh of her breasts. Her nipples were so hard they felt like stones against my palms. She whimpered as I squeezed, lifted, pulled, pinched, and caressed them. When I caught both her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers and pinched, she sped up her movements two-fold. I kept going and so did she. Her breathing coming faster, shallower. She bit her lower lip as her eyes danced in mine.

Then, she threw her head back, her hair thrown over her shoulders and she drove herself down as hard as she could manage.

I knew she was close. I could see it in her needy, jerky movements.

“Come, Sara,” I spoke softly, rolling and pinching her nipples. “Come.”

“Oh, please!” Sara begged, her fingers digging into my thighs.

“I want you to come. I need you to come right now!”