Chapter 3: Sarah I

Sarah and Leroy spent the rest of the day and into the night in bed exploring the other’s body. They chatted about their lives, hopes and dreams, cuddled and exchanged soft, chaste kisses until their passion flared again, and they fucked. Well after midnight, exhausted, they fell into each other’s arms and slept.

Sarah woke the following day alone. Surprised, she pulled her briefs and top on and went searching. When she entered Leroy’s kitchen, she saw a note propped up against the kettle.

Picking it up, she read, “Baby girl, I’m sorry I’m not there, but I have practice this morning. I tried to nudge you awake, but you only snuggled closer and wouldn’t let me go. So I slipped out of bed and wrote you this note.

There’s fresh fruit already chopped into small pieces in a container in the fridge, along with yoghurt. The percolator is ready to go, if you want coffee, turn it on, and it will automatically run. If you prefer, there’s bread in the cupboard to toast and various spreadings there, too.

Of course, if you choose to wait for me, we could go back to that café and let you finish your breakfast this time.”

Leroy had put a little smiley face beside the last.

Deciding to wait for Leroy to return, Sarah made coffee and, after a bit of a struggle, managed to get his TV tuned to the ABC so she could watch the news. After the news had cycled through a second time, bored, Sarah turned off the TV and wandered around Leroy’s apartment. Feeling a little like a naughty schoolgirl poking through her parent’s personal things, Sarah opened random drawers and cupboards to see what they contained.

‘Not much,’ Sarah thought. ‘I guess he hasn’t been here long enough to accumulate many personal effects.

The elevator dinged, and Sarah turned to see a beaming Leroy grinning at her across the room, “You stayed!” He exclaimed, hurrying across to sweep her off her feet and into an embrace.

“You don’t get rid of me that easily, Mr Loggins!” Sarah pretended to growl. “Anyway, according to your note, you owe me breakfast!”

“You might want to put some pants on first,” Leroy teased.

Blushing, Sarah realised she’d felt so comfortable here that she hadn’t bothered putting her pants on. Then becoming aware of Leroy’s smell, Sarah wrinkled her nose and stated, “You smell, Mr Loggins!”

“As do you, Ms Sarah,” Leroy replied, grinning. “Do you want to shower first?”

Amazed at her daring, Sarah blushed and said, “No. I like how you smell. Show me where the bathroom is, and I’ll wash my pussy. Then you can take me to bed and fuck me.”

“There’s no hurry, baby girl,” Leroy assured her. “Shower and wash properly, then we can make love until it’s time for me to go back for the afternoon gym session.”

“I smell, and my clothes smell like pussy juice, Leroy,” Sarah emphatically stated. “Let me wash your cum from my pussy so you can eat me again. Then we’ll catch a cab to my place so I can get out of these smelly clothes, shower and change. Then you can take me for breakfast.”

Teasing her, Leroy said, “I get to eat you, then without any relief for myself, take you to shower and eat breakfast?”

“I’m sure you’re capable of stinking my cunt up with your man juices after you’ve eaten, Mister Loggins,” Sarah joked.

“Stinking your cunt up? Girl, what the...?”

But before he could finish the thought, Sarah knelt, ripped his shorts down, took his already erect, thick cock in her hand and gobbled it into her mouth. Then cupping his big balls in her tiny hand, Sarah accepted most of Leroy down her throat and sucked, her cheeks hollowing as she did.

“Oh Lawd,” Leroy gasped. “Sarah!” Sarah ignored him. “Sarah!” Leroy gasped louder. Still, Sarah remained silent. “Baby girl, I’m going to cum!” Leroy warned.

But, like the previous day, it was too late, and with an animalistic grunt, Leroy ejaculated into Sarah’s greedily sucking mouth. Then, sucking hard, Sarah lifted her head until Leroy literally ‘popped’ out of her mouth. Then, smiling up at him, she asked, “Shower, you eat me, then fuck me, shower, you take me home to change, then breakfast? Or, you take me home to shower and change, then take me to breakfast?”

Picking Sarah up and carrying her to the sweaty, cum stained bed they’d created the previous night, Leroy carefully deposited her onto the driest part, kissed her, and said, “The former, of course!”

But he didn’t let her get up to shower. Instead, he pushed her onto her back, covered her sexy body with his, and entered her warm, wet pussy.

Revelling in Leroy’s manly smell, Sarah swiftly peaked and shuddered through an orgasm. Then, wrapping her long, toned legs around Leroy’s hips, Sarah lifted her hips to meet Leroy’s thrusting rhythm and began climbing Mount Orgasmic again.

Leroy lay on the beautiful nymph under him, disbelieving how good she felt. ‘She’s as beautiful as any girl I’ve met,’ he mused, stroking into his lover. ‘But more, even though she projects a ‘stuck up, rich bitch’ persona, she’s a kind, generous, warmly funny woman. Add to that her willingness to fuck, and to orgasm at the drop of a hat, and I doubt there’s a better match on this planet.’

Responding to his partner’s increased urgency, Leroy pushed harder into Sarah’s grasping cunt.

Regathering his thoughts, Leroy added, ‘I wonder what Mumma would have thought of her. Mumma wanted me to marry a ‘hood girl’ and not one of the bitches that hung around the franchise trying to become a WAG (Wife and/or Girlfriend). ‘The ‘hood girls’ are honest,’ she told me, Leroy recalled. ‘They’ll want you for your money, too. But they’ll kick your ass and keep you on the straight and narrow so they guarantee their income. Those white bitches at your franchise will milk your black ass and steal all your money. No, son. You find yourself a plump hood girl and knock her up just as fast as you can.’

Leroy hadn’t, of course. Now here he was, making love to a ‘white bitch’. But he was certain his mother would have approved of her and taken this young woman under her wing.

Leroy suddenly realised his young lover was about to orgasm, so he quickly concentrated on how hot and tight Sarah’s cunt felt rhythmically squeezing his long, thick shaft and orgasmed into her as she climaxed on him.

After their joint orgasm, Leroy rolled onto his back, pulling Sarah with him. Then arranging her body so that Sarah’s head rested on his chest underneath his jaw, her left hand on his leanly muscular chest, her leg draped over his softening dick, and her cum leaking pussy pushed against his hip, Leroy kissed the top of Sarah’s head, lightly stroked her pretty face, as he squeezed her close with his right arm, sighed and said, “Where have you been all my life, baby girl?”

“Well, I wasn’t born for the first eight years,” Sarah teased. “After that, I was on a different continent.”

Leroy squeezed her again and sighed happily, ‘I wish Mumma could meet her,’ he thought. ‘One day and night, and she feels like home.’

Snuggling tightly into her new man, Sarah thought, ‘And he cuddles! Whenever we finish making love, Leroy takes the time to hold, kiss and caress me before doing anything else. Men don’t do that, do they? Instead, they cum and either rollover and sleep or hurriedly pull their clothes on and rush off to brag to their mates. But Leroy seems to love cuddling as much as I do. Wow! I can’t believe how safe I feel in his arms.

A sudden sad thought crossed her mind, ‘I wish Daddy could have met him. I’m sure he’d approve.’

Leroy listened to Sarah’s slow deep breaths as she dozed on his shoulder and thought, ‘How do I get this girl to stay? I want her to be part of my life, even if it has only been one day since we met.’

Not wanting the sleeping nymph to think he only wanted her in his bed making love, Leroy shook her gently, then, as Sarah’s eyes opened, said, “Let’s go get you changed and find something to do. We can’t spend all day doing nothing but fuck.”

Stretching delightfully against him, Sarah grinned and replied, “We can’t? Why on earth not?”

Despite her mild protestations, Sarah rolled out of bed and searched for her knickers and shorts. After slipping her bikini-cut briefs on, she picked up her shorts. Then, wrinkling her nose at their smell, she reluctantly pulled them up her thighs and zipped them shut.

“Jaysus, you had me excited yesterday, Mister Loggins!” She bitched. “I must’ve been so wet it soaked through my knickers into my shorts.” Then catching a whiff of herself, she shook her head and added, “Can’t go getting in a cab stinking like this. The cabbie will take one sniff and think, ‘Slut!’.”

“Ah,” Leroy denied. “He’ll only be jealous I got to do that to you.”

“To me?” Sarah pretended to whine. “To me? What was I doing? Lying there like a stunned mullet?”

‘Like a stunned what?’ Leroy thought, not having heard the expression before. But he realised it wasn’t a positive thing and figured out from the context that Sarah thought he was implying she wasn’t an enthusiastic participant in their lovemaking. “No, baby. You were, are, magnificent. I thoroughly enjoy your blowjobs!”

“Just my blowjobs, huh?” Sarah continued teasing.

Finally figuring out he was being wound up, Leroy pulled Sarah into his embrace, then kissed her till her toes curled and steam blew from her ears.

“Stop that!” Sarah demanded, shuddering with pleasure. Then after Leroy had kissed her until she melted in his arms, she sighed, “If you keep that up, I’m going to have another wet spot on these damned shorts, and the cabbie will be even more convinced I’m a slut.”

“Ah,” Leroy kidded. “Just pull your top down until it barely covers your sexy nipples, and he’ll be too busy perving on those to notice you’re dripping onto his seat.”

Wondering, because every other guy she had dated would have been insanely jealous if another male ‘perved on her nipples’, Sarah asked, “You don’t mind men staring at my tits?”

“Why would I?” Leroy questioned. “They’re gorgeous tits, and you should be proud of them.”

“But if I’m your girl, shouldn’t they belong to you?”

“So you want to be my property now, huh? You want me to own you?”

“No, of course not,” Sarah protested. “But isn’t that what you guys think?”

Sarah, bunny rabbit,” Leroy explained. “I will have dozens of girls trying to flirt with me. I’m all over the TV and Fox Sports Channels promoting the NBL, and I’m the face of the Brisbane Bullets. So if I expect you to know you can trust me with those floozies, how can I not trust you with the wandering eye of a cab driver?”

“Bunny rabbit?” Sarah protested.

Grinning, Leroy teased, “You’d prefer ‘honey-bunny’?”

“I’d prefer Sarah,” Sarah groused.

“Bunny Rabbit it is,” Leroy stated, then grinned. “So, jealous? I’m not, and you shouldn’t be.”

“I probably will be, at least a little,” Sarah admitted. “Those girls will be younger and prettier than me, so you’ll be tempted. Or so I’ll think.”

“But they won’t be you, Bunny,” Leroy emphatically stated. “Look, we’ve had this conversation, baby. Will you see others behind my back?”

Sarah shook her head vehemently, “I’m a one man woman, Leroy. I haven’t found that one man I wish to marry and settle down with yet,” ‘Or maybe I have,’ she thought below that.’ “But I’ve only ever dated one man at a time.” Then she sighed and admitted, “But I have a female flatmate that can be very difficult to refuse when she decides to play.”

Eyes widening, Leroy asked, “You’re bisexual?”

“Not really,” Sarah ashamedly explained. “I guess I’m Gloria-sexual. But, Leroy, the woman is a sexual force of nature. When she’s prowling, her earthy sensuality just won’t take no for an answer, and before you know it, you’re on your back being vigorously fucked by her strap-on or bent over a couch somewhere doing the same thing. Or, of course, you’re on your knees between the woman’s knees, eating her pussy.