Chapter 4

When Sara and I finally got home Saturday evening, we were both covered in grass stains and an uncountable number of blades of grass. No sooner had we put the mower, rakes, and garbage bags away and stepped inside the back door when Mom exclaimed, “You two get in the shower now. I don’t need a pair of Swamp Things traipsing through my house.”

Both Sara and I rolled our eyes at Mom’s movie character reference and went upstairs, into the bathroom. When I saw our reflections in the mirror, though, I stopped dead. We really did look like the terrible movie character. The only thing not green on the both of us were our faces. Everything else was green. I turned on the water and stripped off my clothes as quickly as I could, but at the same time trying to keep all the grass clippings and grime trapped in the clothes so we wouldn’t have to clean up the bathroom as soon as we were done in the shower.

Sara was first into the shower and under the steaming, hot water.

“Mmm, this feels so good,” Sara moaned, feeling the hot water soothing her tired muscles.

“Scoot over a bit,” I said and wiggled my way in next to her, so we could both be under the water. “Oh God, this feels amazing. I feel like I got run over by a car, or maybe a truck.”

“I know what you mean.” Sara laughed.

Sara wrapped her arms around me, using me as support and rested her head on my shoulder. I leaned into her so that both of us were holding each other up my arms over hers, holding her too.

“I have an idea,” Sara murmured.

“What?”

“From now on, let’s only do two lawns a day.”

“Yeah, that sounds good.” I turned and kissed the top of her head. “My arms feel like rubber from pushing and turning that stupid mower all day.”

“My blisters have blisters.” Sara giggled. “I should have worn gloves.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at that. I knew she was exaggerating, but she more than likely had some blisters on her hands from raking all day long. I wasn’t so sure I wouldn’t have some from pushing the mower. It was self-propelled, but it was still cumbersome, and the drive wheels were on the front and didn’t always get quite enough grip to pull the mower forward without my assistance. Just thinking about mowing made my arms itch, even though they were now under the water with almost all of the grass clippings now collecting in the drain.

“Would you like me to wash your back?” Sara asked, snapping me out of my line of thought.

“That would be amazing,” I answered with a cheeky smile. “Especially since I can’t reach it all by myself.”

“Just turn around, you big dork,” Sara demanded mockingly as she playfully slapped my shoulder.

I did as Sara asked and stepped out from under the water, turning my back towards her. I felt Sara’s soft, soapy hands as they pressed and glided along my shoulders, down my arms, then finally washing my hands and fingers.

“Good grief, Sam. Your fingernails are caked with dirt. Gross!” Sara told me. “You might have to use the mower again to cut them, too.”

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” I tried to turn and give her a dirty look, but her hands gripped my upper arms and held me in place, so I just talked to the wall.

“I’m just picking on you.”

“Gee, thanks,” I replied with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

Sara laughed, but her hands went back to work washing the grime from our day off my back. She started to rub my shoulders, squeezing just enough to elicit a moan of pleasure from me.

“You like that huh?” Sara asked, her voice suddenly saucy.

“That feels so good,” I answered, and tried not to groan again at the sudden pressure of her thumbs digging into my muscles above my shoulder blades. “Oh, right there. No, no, no, don’t stop!” I complained when she let go.

“My turn,” Sara announced as if it were obvious. She turned her back to me and held the bar of soap over her shoulder for me. “Come on, I know you are staring at my ass, Sam.”

I actually was staring at her ass. It’s an amazing ass and definitely worth staring at. It was addictive, watching the water flow down her back, merging between her ass cheeks and down her legs. I finally reached out and took the offered bar of soap and built up a good lather in my hands before I began scrubbing Sara’s back. I started up on her shoulders, slowly working my way down to the small of her back. Sara moaned and shifted the whole time, trying to keep my thumbs pressed against her, massaging the muscles more so than washing her skin. I worked my hands back up the outside of her back, then quickly down her arms, ending with her hands.

“Thanks, Sam,” Sara said, smiling as she turned around to look at me. “That felt really good.”

Sara put her hands on my chest, then wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close to her. Feeling her breasts pressed against me as she looked me in the eye started the blood flowing to my groin. With her whole body pressed against me, she noticed the change immediately and pulled back slightly to see my dick slowly filling, getting harder and harder.

“Oh, is that for me?” Sara gave me a look that was both innocent and laced full of lust. I just smiled devilishly. “It’s pointing right between my legs, naughty boy.”

I slowly pushed my hips forward so that the head of my now rock-hard cock pressed between the outer lips of her pussy. She was so wet that my cock easily slid further between her legs.

“Wow, Sara. You’re really turned on, aren’t you?” I asked, already knowing the answer.

“Mmm, I need you. Right now.”

“Right here in the shower, or should we go to my room?” I asked, slowly sawing my cock back and forth along her slit.

“Mmm, fuck. Bed ... yes, we need a bed,” Sara moaned.

“Then we need to hurry up and finish our shower.”

Sara grabbed the bar of soap and started washing herself in a frantically fast manner. I laughed and Sara glared at me. I just shook my head and finished washing myself. Even with Sara going as quickly as she could, I was still done before she was and out of the shower drying off before she turned off the water, threw the curtain to the side, and stepped out herself.

“Don’t worry about drying off all the way,” Sara said, taking the towel hanging on the towel rack and quickly trying to dry off her hair. When she was satisfied her locks were no longer dripping wet, she dropped the towel on the floor and walked towards my room, watching me over her shoulder with a grin on her face. The way she walked, swaying her hips so much so that I couldn’t help but watch, made her laugh. I dropped my own towel on the floor along with hers and chased after her.

“Eeek!” Sara squealed in surprise.

Staying one step ahead of me, she ran towards my room, grabbed the frame of my door, and swung inside, giggling with each step. I was right behind her and watched her as she entered my room and immediately dove onto the bed, turning her body midway through the air to land on her back. She didn’t have time to react, I was already diving through the air to land on top of her. Luckily for both of us, her arms were out wide, and her legs spread enough to make room for me. As I came down, Sara wheezed as the air was pushed from her chest, but her arms and legs wrapped and locked around me in an instant.

Sara gasped for breath, and I propped myself up on my hands, arching my back so that my groin was pressed firmly against hers. Her skin was still cold and wet, her hair was a fraction short of soaking. What toweling off she had managed didn’t seem to have done all that much because the sheet on my bed was cold and turning translucent.

“What?” Sara looked at me, a joyous smile on her face. “I see that look in your eyes, what are you thinking about right now?”

“Nothing really,” I replied and kissed her gently on the lips. I lifted back up slightly so I could look Sara in the eye. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in that moment, and it nearly left me breathless. “You’re so beautiful, you know that right?”

Sara didn’t answer me. She just squeezed me tighter, and I collapsed on top of her from the extra weight. She kissed me deep and hard the second my lips were within reach. The kiss started out with passion, but it quickly moved to desire and then full-on need in a matter of seconds. Our tongues were battling for room in each other’s mouths, our lips never leaving the other’s. Sara’s arms relaxed but she didn’t let go. Her hands wandered and held my shoulders, my neck, my sides, and then my ass. My own hands moved from the mattress on either side of Sara to holding her face in my hands and then sliding back so my fingers could slide through her hair to cradle the back of her head.