Chapter 5: Mom, There’s a Slight Change of Plan

When I woke up, the sun was shining in the window. I was alone in bed, my head throbbing, not quite painfully, just enough to remind me I’d drunk more than I should have last night. I felt sore, bruised, my body ached. For just a second I wondered vaguely why I ached, why I felt so sore. Memory filled in the blank in a blinding flash. Everything. I sat bolt upright, looking for Teddy in my bed. There was that horrible sinking feeling when I saw there was no one else there. Just crumpled sheets.

He’d left?

I closed my eyes, started to curl up in my bed, feeling that horrible sense of betrayal yet again, wanting to cry. Knowing I’d been foolish to hope for anything else. Stupid and foolish. What else should I have expected?

I smelt coffee. Heard a now familiar voice call out. “You’re awake, Sara? How do you like your coffee? I don’t remember.”

“Teddy,” I squeaked, feeling a surge of heartfelt relief. Of overwhelming happiness. He was still here. He hadn’t walked out on me. He was here. In my apartment. With me. Then, “Lots of cream and three sugars.”

“It’ll be there in a second.”

He was too, with my favorite large mug. Walking through my bedroom doorway, completely naked. I blushed, looked away, thought about what had happened last night, looked back, still blushing, my eyes drawn to him as if he was a magnet. Teddy was definitely male. Gloriously so. Beautifully so. Very very attractively so. Wow. He looked so ... completely gorgeous.

And he was in my bedroom, naked. He’d slept with me all night. Well, what had remained of the night after we’d made love. My heart stopped for an instant, just looking at him. Had he really meant everything he’d said last night? Now, in the morning, I wasn’t sure but I didn’t care. It was enough that he was still here, with me, making me coffee.

How’d he known that was my favorite mug? He sat down next to me on the side of the bed, eased me up, gently propped me with a couple more pillows. Looking at him, seeing him lying naked on my bed, propped up on one elbow next to me, I couldn’t help blushing rather more. He helped my hands support the mug as I sipped it carefully. Not to hot either. God, I needed this.

“Been there, done that,” he grinned when I looked at him, smiling my thanks.

It was only after I’d almost finished that I realized that, well, while Teddy was naked, I was too. I was sitting up naked in bed with Teddy right beside me. My breasts exposed to his eyes. That very attractive male appendage was visibly reacting as he looked at me. Engorging. I watched, fascinated, loving that looking at me excited him like that, looking back at him, whispering his name. “Teddy.”

He smiled, took my mug from my hand. Placed it on my nightstand. “Sara.”

His breath warm and wicked in my ear as he guided me back down into my bed. Suddenly shy, I rolled onto my side, facing away from him, only to feel him slide into me bed, slide under the duvet, his naked body warm against mine, his arms slipping around me, holding me so securely. His lips kissed my ear, bringing a giggle from me. He was really hard now. Deliciously hard. I could feel it, pressing against the back of my thigh, big and hard. His hands easing me onto my back, his eyes burning into mine.

“That’s better,” he said.

God, the expression on his face as he looked at me, sending shivers racing up and down my spine, a black hole exploding inside my stomach. The way he looked at me, as if he wanted to eat me alive. That was how I’d seen guys look at other girls, but never before had I experienced that look directed at me. Now it was and I lay there, suddenly so helpless, panting for breath, my body tingling and glowing. Just from a look.

“Teddy,” I said, despairingly. I was lost and I knew it and I knew this was going to hurt so much when I found out he wasn’t serious, that he was just having fun with me. I didn’t think I’d be able to bear that pain, but for this moment of intimacy with him, for giving me that look, I knew I’d give Teddy whatever he wanted from me here and now. The pain, that would come later I knew, it always did and I accepted that, knowing that the pain would come, knowing that I would never regret this night.

But right now, there was happiness and excitement and anticipation and I’d never experienced that before. I wanted that so much. So very very much, even if it was just for a fleeting moment in my life. The pain might follow, but at least now I’d have the memory of a moment of joy, a moment of shared intimacy that I could pretend to myself was so much more.

“I’m in love with you, Sara,” he said, looking into my eyes, stroking my hair back from my forehead.

My heart did that wild pounding thing, my mind slowly absorbing what he’d said. He couldn’t be? Guys didn’t fall in love with me. Never. Guy’s didn’t even want to date me. I mean, he’d made love to me last night, but all the time I’d known inside myself that while he might like me, for him this was just a night with some girl he’d picked up who was an easy lay. I knew I’d been easy. The hopeless despair I’d felt over Kevin’s betrayal had led me to do what I would never have dreamed of doing if I hadn’t been so upset and miserable and hurt.

I knew it’d been desperation, a despairing attempt to reach out, to connect with someone, even if it was only a one night stand, a brief fling. Now, in the morning, I didn’t regret it. For me, it’d been magical but I hadn’t dared to hope for more. Maybe he’d ask me out on another date if I was lucky. But so many times in the past I’d hoped to be asked out on a date and it’d never eventuated. I wasn’t going to hope. I wasn’t. But I did. I hoped so much and I knew that this time it would hurt so much more.

“Did you hear me, Sara?” He was smiling down at me, his words a whisper in my ear, one hand brushing my cheek as he turned my face to look up at him.

“I ... I...” I stuttered, my heart doing a wild fandango, not believing my ears. What had he said? Had he really said what I thought I’d heard? He couldn’t have? Could he?

“I love you, Sara Kuo.” He smiled, kissed my nose tenderly. “Now you’re supposed to say something.”

He had. He’d said it. Said that he loved me. I looked back, rubbing my nose against his, very gently, looking into his eyes, my thoughts in a turmoil. Confusion. Complete surprise. My eyes watering. He couldn’t mean it. I wanted so much to believe him but all I could think of was that he wasn’t serious, he didn’t really mean it. They were just words, words that hurt me deeply however much I wanted them to be true. It was enough for now that he was here, with me. I wanted no lies, no pretense. That would be even more painful when he left me. I knew he’d leave and the tears came then, trickling down my cheeks.

“Don’t tease me, Teddy, please. I couldn’t bear that.” I heard myself pleading. I couldn’t bear to be hurt again. I’d thought Kevin had loved me, he’d said it often enough when we were making out. And I hadn’t even liked Kevin that much. I liked Teddy, I liked him a lot. Maybe I’d even fallen in love with him but I didn’t want to think that because if I had and he only wanted me as a one night stand, I’d be so shattered. So hurt. It would be enough if he liked me, if he wanted date me again. That was all I asked for. All I hoped for. Nothing else. Anything else was just too much to hope for, to soul-destroying if it didn’t come to be. I refused to hope. I wanted to, but I did my best not too.

“Sara,” he breathed, his hand caressing my face, my neck, my breasts, so that I had to moan through my tears, pushing my breast up against his hand where he cupped me, where he teased my nipple. “Sara, I mean it, I think I fell in love with you when I saw you sitting at the bar. You looked so beautiful sitting there, like a swan, so ethereal and slender and delicate. Now? Looking at you now, in bed with me, in my arms, I know I love you Sara. I love you so much.”

Nobody had ever compared me to a swan before. Nobody. Nobody had ever said they loved me before. Well, my Dad, but that was different. Teddy loved me? He did. I gazed up into those eyes of blue. So blue that I could sink into them, stay lost in them, swim in them forever. I sighed softly, knowing I was lost. Knowing I couldn’t fight this. Knowing I didn’t want to fight this. I knew so little about him, nothing at all, really, but I knew I’d fallen for him and if he betrayed me, it would destroy me completely.

I swallowed, tears in my eyes, accepting that risk. Surrendering my heart in that moment, surrendering my soul, surrendering everything. Putting everything I was on the line, hoping. Hoping so very much that he meant what he’d said. Meaning what I was about to say from the bottom of my heart. From the deepest depths of my soul. Committing myself, afraid but now so full of hope. My voice a whisper, “I love you, Teddy.”

“I love you, Sara Kuo.” We both smiled, mine, a very watery smile. His lips brushed mine. “I don’t want to leave you, Sara. Not today. Not tonight. Not ever again.”

“Don’t,” I said, as emphatically as I could through my tears. “Ever.” I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

“My place or yours?” he asked. “Where are we going to live?”

“I don’t even know what your place is like.” I couldn’t stop smiling now, even though I was crying. Crying from sheer happiness. “Anywhere.”

“I’ll take you there this afternoon,” he said. “We can decide after you’ve seen it.”

“Okay,” I said, very simply. Remembering what Dad had said about keeping my apartment as an investment property. And okay, yes, I was like that. Practical.

“I never used to believe in love at first sight.” He smiled.

“Neither did I, but I do now.” I nuzzled him, nuzzled him and pushed him backwards and climbed up to lie on top of him so I could look down into his face. “Do you have any plans for tonight? For Christmas?” I knew I sounded so hopeful, but I wasn’t going to plead with him. I wasn’t going to beg. If he loved me, really loved me, he’d know what I wanted. God knows I’d cried enough on his shoulder while I poured my heart and soul out to him last night.

“Ummmm,” he smiled, his big aquiline nose brushing my little snub nose. “I was about to ask if you’d like to introduce me to you parents.” He kissed me as my heart danced in elation. As I returned his kiss so enthusiastically. So eagerly. “I believe there were certain parental expectations about your boyfriend coming to visit for Christmas.” Now he chuckled. “And as your boyfriend, my darling little Sara, I’d be more than happy to meet those parental expectations.”

I rested my head on his shoulder, just lying on him, holding on to him, overwhelmed with joy. Overwhelmed with love. Something I’d never known before, and now that I did, how could I continue living without it. “Dinner at my parents tonight? And then stay the night and spend Christmas Day at my parents and come back the day after?”

His hands stroked my butt. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I felt like purring. Instead I squeaked as his fingers slid down the backs of my thighs, an exquisite touch that made me half close my eyes and shiver with remembered and anticipated pleasure. I kissed him lightly, breathing in, a long shuddering gasp as his fingertips teased me. He’d barely touched me and already I was so wet.

“You’re really going to come with me, Teddy? What about your family? Aren’t they expecting you?”

I’d never begged anyone in my life, but I wanted to now and if he said no, I would know he hadn’t been serious and I’d die of a broken heart. I looked down at him, so hopeful, so half-expecting to be disappointed and let down the way I’d been disappointed and let down in the past even after he’d said he loved me.

“Sara, little darling, I’m going to call them and tell them about us and that we’re going to your parents for Christmas and we’ll come visit my family after we get back.” He grinned. “My family’s so big they won’t miss me at all. And they’ll be over the moon when they hear about you and me. Mom’s been on my case for years. So visiting your parents, that sounds great to me.” One of his hands stroked me head. “Of course I’m coming, Sara. I know what this means to you.” He kissed my head, my ear, my cheek. “I know what this means to us. How long does it take to get to your parents?”

My heart did a giant jolt in my chest, leaving my breathless. He meant it. He really really meant it. Elation. That was what I was feeling. It felt like I was going to burst with happiness. “It’s a four hour drive, Teddy.”

My Teddy smiled up at me. “We can take my car.”

“Why?” I closed my eyes, breathing in hard. Oh god, I couldn’t believe how happy I was, how relieved, how elated. Also, his fingers, they were teasing my labia, parting me. I was holding him so tight. Shivering. Wanting him so much. Loving him so much. Dying of joy. Dying of happiness. Dying of love. Drowning in love, not wanting to come up for air.

“Because I don’t know what you drive, but my car’s a four wheel drive and with this snow, we’ll need it. So if I drive, we’ll get there faster and that gives me plenty of time to make love to you again before we have to leave.” And just like that he flipped me onto my back and he was on top of me, between my legs, looking down at me. “Because, Sara Kuo, I really want to make love to you again right now.” He smiled, adding, “If you’d like me to, of course?”

“Oh god yes ... yes,” I moaned, my hand finding him, clasping him. His cock was so wonderfully hard. My hand guided him to me as I drew my legs back, opening myself to him. Surrendering myself to him. Feeling myself open wetly to him, part for him. “Right now, Teddy, please,” I breathed.

“Yes ma’am,” he said, sounding obsequiously obedient and entering me at the same time. I giggled and moaned simultaneously. “Can I marry you as well,” he added as his cock buried itself in me, all the way, hilting himself into me.