In the darkness, Sara sees a pair of headlights speeding at her as she swerves towards the next lane. She feels the slush take her and the little car across the line, right in front of the oncoming traffic. The last thing she says before she blanks out is, “Shit!”
Twenty some years later she sits on her youngest daughter’s bed and thinks to herself, “I can’t do this again.” As she watches her little girl all grown up pack her things.
"Hey, make sure you have everything packed. I don't think you want to get all the way there just to find you forgot something you can't live without." Sara says absentmindedly while staring out the window as her youngest is preparing to move in with her friend a state away.
By what she can tell, her daughter seems to be on top of everything. She even has a wonderful job set up, but she can’t help to not worry about her as she runs her fingers over the cotton folds of her dress repeatedly. If she had just secured a job for her here, she wouldn’t have had to worry if she will make it in the big city or not.
"I know mom, I am packing up almost everything. All the things that are left will be going to the thrift store. Other than that, I'm all good, but do you know when dads supposed to be here? He mentioned he was going to try to get here early so we can beat all the traffic getting out of work. You know that Grand Rapids is going to be hell if we get stuck on the highway there at 5." Nora says worriedly while looking over everything one last time.
"No, actually I haven't talked to him in months. The last time I did, was when I first found out you were moving. I thought he might be able to use some of his connections to get you a job there. Of course, I was wrong, but I at least thought I could try."
Climbing off the bed, she starts to leave the room, but Nora rushes over to her and hugs her tight. "Mom, I'm so scared. You have always done everything for me. Now I must do it all by myself. I feel like I'm falling down the rabbit hole into Alice's Wonderland."
"Sweetie, you will never be alone. I will always be there for you. If you're scared when you get there, don’t hesitate to call me. If things don't work out, come back home. We will figure it out together. I just want you to know that I will never turn you away. I am your mom and always will be. I love you." Sara says as a single tear forms in the corner of her eye.
As she says it, the doorbell loudly clangs, and Sara realizes that it is time for her baby girl to leave the nest.
"Perfect. Dad has always had the worst timing." Nora laughs as she smiles at Sara and then they both walk to the front door and greet George. While Sara does, she looks past him and notices the beat-up moving truck out front. “I guess this is it.” She thinks to herself.
For the rest of the morning and most the afternoon, they spend packing Nora's furniture and boxes full of all her belongings into the truck. Then finally, when everything is packed and ready to go, George closes the doors and gets in. Nora turns to Sara and hesitates for a minute, before she says, "Mom, I love you. I will call you as soon as we get there."
Nora hugs her again and then she watches as her baby girl leaves for the beginning of her adult life. Afterwards, she walks back into the house, and looks in the fridge for something to make for supper. Scratching her head, she announces to an empty room, “Lovely, I guess it’s off to town for me.”
After she gets ready to leave, she suddenly feels lonely, and it hits her so hard that she almost starts crying. "What's wrong with me? I act as if I have never had a child leave home before.” She says to an empty room, before shaking her head and deciding she had better leave now before her stomach starts aching.
A few minutes later as she pulls into the driveway of the supermarket, she notes that the parking lot is almost completely full except for one spot at the back. So, she pulls in and parks with just enough room to get out of her red Buick LeSabre. A throw back from when she was still married. Walking inside quickly, she grabs a cart from the corral and takes her list out of her purse.
While passing by, she happens to notice a man over by the meat counter and stares for a moment too long. As she does, his brilliant blue eyes immediately lock with hers. He smiles and nods to her. Smiling back Sara finds herself thinking, “I wouldn't mind having him tonight.”
Just then she realizes she knows him from somewhere. But where? She is certain that she would remember him if it had been recently.
“Should I ask him if he wants to come over for supper?” She wonders as she looks down at his hands while searching for a wedding ring.
"Looks like you are making something good tonight.” He says as she catches him staring at her breasts not her food.
He looks up and licks his lips when he notices that she is watching his every move, right before thinking to himself, “I would love to nestle between those beautiful breasts and fall asleep.”
"Yeah, well I should never come to the store when I'm hungry, but I just realized I didn't have anything good in my fridge." She giggles uncomfortably before continuing. "Besides, looking at your cart you could use a good home cooked meal." Sara states as she flirts with him, but at the same time feels bad too.
While standing there, she notices that all he has is canned soup and fried chicken from the deli in his cart.
"I just wish I could come over and have you cook me a good meal.” He states while smiling and then glances down at his watch before sighing and then saying “Well, I must be going, otherwise I will be late for work. It’s just too bad we all must pay bills." He laughs right before he adds, “I hope to see you again. By the way my name is Sam. What's yours?" He extends his hand to take hers and then a big grin spreads across his lips because he can already tell that playing this game with her is going to be interesting.
Thinking to himself, “Do I tell her? Or do I keep pretending I don’t remember her as the little violinist?” Wondering what he should do, he decides there is no point because chances are they won’t meet up again anyways. If they did, he would never be able to tell her that he is no longer the poor boy from down the street. Women tend to only want you for your money when they find out you are worth billions.
Placing her hand in his, he raises it to his lips and runs them across her soft, silky skin. It instantly sends chills up and down her spine and takes her breath away, as it does him. Not knowing what to do or say, Sara just stands there staring with her mouth open before she realizes it and finally answers.
"Sara by the way. Maybe next time I can cook you a little something." She says with all the promise in the world in her words, even though she knows full well there won’t be one.
"Definitely, well I hate to go, but alas, work calls."
As he opens his arms, she thinks he is leaning in for a friendly hug goodbye, so she obliges him graciously. However, as soon as he wraps his arms around her, he tickles her sides. She frees herself a few seconds later after quite a bit of giggling and then play punches him in the shoulder.
"What was that for?" She asks while still feeling unsure of exactly what has just happened.
"I wanted to see if you were ticklish. I have a fetish for ticklish women." His smirk grows as he stares at her with a glint in his eyes.
Before she can say more, he turns and goes to the checkout counter. Soon after, he disappears into the night. Afterwards, Sara continues shopping, but Sam haunts her every thought. “Damn! I should have got his number.” She murmurs under her breath, while checking out.
On the way home, she keeps playing the way his lips felt on her skin over and over again in her head. The minute he touched her, her nerves seemed to come alive, and she suddenly felt everything. It was absolutely amazing the way her body reacted to a simple thing as a kiss. Of course, she may never see him again, so why even keep thinking about it.
Shaking her head, she sighs and then takes the keys out of the ignition before going into the house and making food. There must be some way she can find him.
On the way home he says to himself, “Why didn’t I get her number? She may have been different from all the rest.” In a lonely voice as he drives home to an empty house.
Two months later she finds herself wondering, “Now what?" As she says it under her breath and then sighs.She had already started picking up her violin again and drawing. People had begun to take notice when she posted a couple sketches on her social media account. From there, she found herself with a handful of commissions from wealthy patrons. As it turns out, people really like painted portraits of their dead pets and loved ones to keep close to them. Realizing that she had found a niche she filled well, she made several thousand dollars on just a few commissions. It didn't take long for her schedule to start getting booked up. After all, people like to talk, and word of mouth is the best way to drum up business. However, playing the violin had always been in the background. When she was younger, she had even won several awards nationally that gained her recognition in the musical world. The problem was that just as she was becoming well known, she had a bad car accident t
As she searches through the few yearbooks that she has kept of her high school years, she doesn't see any pictures of Sam. "What the hell? Where is he?" She cries out while throwing her hands up in the air and then puts the books away.Relaxing in front of her computer, she goes through her social media accounts and starts to laugh. Sure enough, as clear as day his picture sits right in front of her under friend suggestions. “Sam Ross.” She says out loud to an empty room. As she stares at his picture, she gets this eerie feeling that his eyes are piercing right into her soul. After she does some research, she finds out that several of his relatives are on her social media account. So, she does it. She clicks on request and waits for his answer. “Hopefully, he accepts and doesn't deny it.” She mutters under her breath.She so desperately wants to be able to message him and see if they can meet up again that she crosses her fingers. Especially, when all those memories start to
Feeling his hand take mine, we leave together. When we get to my car, he leans close and kisses me again, but then quickly says, “I will follow you back to your house.” With so much promise in his voice. Even though I have this strange feeling that I am about to go down a path I will never be able to come back from, I smile and say, “Alright.” Because Sam doesn’t seem to be the type of man who would have a casual one-night stand with anyone. Like he said, “He loved his wife till the day she gave him his divorce papers.”I get the feeling if we enter a relationship, this time will be our last. And honestly, I don’t know if that is what I want or not, but those eyes. When I stare into them, I can’t say no. Not even once. Besides, why would I want to?After I get in and shut the door, he walks back to his old beat-up pickup truck. I only know this, because the whole way to his truck, I can’t keep my eyes off his body. It excites me in ways I never thought possible and when he h
Not hearing from him for several days, I begin to wonder if he even really liked me in the first place. I thought there was this amazing chemistry between us, but maybe it was just all in my head. After all, I haven’t had one text or phone call from him since he left. Shaking my head, I frown and then put my phone down after checking it one last time. I need to go to the store, and I had been putting it off, just in case he called. But as it looks right now, the only man I will be seeing is the cashier’s smiling face at the grocery store.After getting ready, I close the door and lock it. However, when I turn around and head to the car, I look up just to see Mr. Randal peeking out of his window curiously. “What is his problem?” I say under my breath, before giving him a glaring look and walking to the car. While I am unlocking it, I sense someone behind me and turn around. He is standing there staring at me with a big smile on his face. By far, he is not handsome in my book
“Hey, so I was thinking. Since you are coming away with me this weekend, would you mind terribly if we had to share the bedroom? I didn’t think about that till a bit ago, unfortunately. I had figured that since I had to call this morning to make sure we were still on for tonight, that I had better check before we get all the way up there. It’s a tiny cabin with only a bedroom, a small kitchenette/ living room, and a bathroom, so there isn’t room for anything else I’m afraid. But there is one thing it does have, a fireplace.” He says while sounding extremely excited.“Sure. I don’t have a problem with that at all.” The minute I say it, I feel like I am about to jump out of my skin with anticipation. That means I will be sleeping in his arms, and it couldn’t have come at a better time. All last night I dreamt about him as I tossed and turned. Now, I am so horny that every time something rubs against my clit, I ache, and it begins throbbing. It brings great comfort and exciteme
Hearing the loud clang of the doorbell, I rush to the bathroom for finishing touches before I allow him to see me. I would love it if he opened the door and immediately thinks to himself, “I must be the luckiest man in the world to be with such a beautiful woman.” Then he proceeds to drop to his knees and ask me to marry him. However, we all know that is a fairy tale ending and those don’t really exist.Realizing that I am just being foolish, I glance in the bathroom mirror quickly. There is something wrong, but at first, I don’t notice what it is until I inspect my face closer. Trying to decipher if it’s the lighting or my skin tone, I decide to go with the latter. As I run the blush brush over my cheekbones, I inspect the splash of rose blush that I had just bought at the store yesterday from Estee Lauder. Now satisfied with myself, I smile and then hurry to the bedroom so I can do a once over in the full-length mirror. Admiring the way it all came together, I think to myself
“Baby, I can’t wait anymore. If I do, I may explode in my pants. After all, you have no idea what you do to me just by being in the same room.” He whispers in my ear while fumbling with the top buttons on my silk blouse. While I run my hands through his tangled hair, I feel his hands slip under my blouse. Smelling the scent of his skin, I take in a deep breath right before he pulls it over my head. As I do, I get a whiff of Cinnamon and Spice Cologne. It’s amazing, but it fuels my desire even more than I thought possible. Then the minute after he pulls the blouse off and throws it across the room, I moan as his lips travel all over the sensitive skin just above the fabric of my lace bra. When he reaches behind me to unclasp it, I get the sense that he nearly decides to just rip it off. Crying out from frustration, “Ughh.” He yells as I feel the clasp release and then it falls to the floor after I untangle my hands from his hair. He takes a breast in each hand. With one, he
“Baby, come here for a minute. Will you?” He says while gesturing for me to get back on the bed.We have been making love for hours and right now I could use a nice cold bottle of water. However, he has other plans for me. Wondering if he will chase after me, I shake my head before turning around and walking to the kitchen. After all, if I am to keep this up, I need to hydrate first.Smiling, I am rewarded when Sam follows shortly after me. “Hey, I missed you.” He says with a smirk on that handsome face of his. “Don’t you know you should never leave a man unattended for more than two seconds if they have a hard on the size of Texas?”Glancing down, I giggle and then state, “It’s hardly the size of Texas.” In between laughing I continue, “I mean, don’t get me wrong you are big. Perhaps the size of Maine, but not Texas.” As I say it, I feel his fingertips run up and down my spine and it drives me wild.He hesitates for a minute to ponder what I just said with a hurt look on his f
“Do you have everything baby?” Sam asks just before opening the door.Looking at his watch, he glances at me before rushing to the car. I watch as he runs in his sleek black tuxedo that fits every muscle on his body just right. Even his hair looks model perfect today and that makes me jealous because I don’t even have my gown on yet.We are running late for the wedding with only 20 minutes to spare. Of course, I still must put on my gown before the music begins and do the rest of my hair. I guess I am lucky because the church is only five minutes away. That means slip into the dress and let Veronica quickly sweep up my hair while Denise does my makeup. “No problem, right?” I think to myself while he drives to the church.We slept in this morning and with a 10 a.m. wedding, that is a bad thing. I guess in hindsight we shouldn’t have stayed up all night worrying about all the minute details. After all, it should be perfect because I have spent 6 months preparing for this day.Re
“What happened?” Sam asks while taking my hand and kissing it.“I did something I shouldn’t have and then let my anger take control of me. I knew it was stupid of me to go, but I needed to get some answers once and for all.” I say quietly before sitting down on the couch.Sam sits next to me and when I look into his eyes, I see how worried he is when he suggests, “Just sit back and relax before telling me everything. You have me curious now.”Sinking into the down pillows that make up the back of the couch. I close my eyes for a moment before telling him. After taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, I open them and prepare for what I am about to say. I lace the fingers of my good hand with his and then gaze into those handsome eyes before stating plainly, “I did a dumb thing. I decided to take my cousin to dinner, only because I needed to hear something straight from the horse’s mouth. However, the minute I heard her side, I discovered that I could no longer contain the ange
Upon arriving at home, the first thing I do is to call Tina, my cousin. “Hey, I know you haven’t heard from me in years, but I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight, say 6? I have something I want to speak to you about.” I say in a mysterious manner before I continue. “Well, I must go. I will be there at 6 and not a minute later.” I state before ending the call.Sighing, I realize that I must start practicing. Tomorrow, we have a rehearsal, and I didn’t pick up my violin once the whole time we were gone. I know I should have, but every time I went to play, Sam would come up behind me and kiss my neck.Forcing myself to stop thinking about it, I open my violin case and then spend the next several hours practicing. By the time I’m done marking up the music and deciding the bowings, I am too tired to do anything else. Hearing Sam come up behind me, I swallow hard and wait for the inevitable. When he wraps his arms around me, I feel his breath on the back of my
“Fuck me harder.” I cry out as he takes me from behind. His nails dig deep into the skin of my hips as he hangs on for dear life. Thrusting in harder and harder with every motion of his hard throbbing cock, he fulfills my desires and grants my every wish. “Faster. Please.” I beg while panting now and secretly hoping that he will smack my butt just one more time before I release. Needing to come, I tighten my pussy and wait for his reaction. In response, he thrusts in harder this time. Pushing me over the edge when he hits my special spot. “Oh my God!” I barely get out breathlessly before I start to shake.Closing my eyes momentarily, I see a rainbow of the most beautiful colors cascade down the inside of my eyelids that I have ever seen. Feeling him kiss my shoulders feather soft, I open them again while smiling secretly like a woman who knows far too many secrets. Secrets that I will never tell. “I love you Sam. Don’t you ever do that to me again!” I state softly without
“There you are. I thought I lost you for good!” He exclaims after he rushes over to me and takes me into his arms. Staring up angrily into his eyes, I ask sarcastically, “How did you think I would get home without you? What? Spread my wings and fly back?” Before I wriggle free of his arms.With a hurt look in his eyes, he asks, “Do you realize that she wouldn’t leave me alone?” Swallowing hard he continues by stating in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, “I kept shoving her hands away, but she wouldn’t stop. Some women just refuse to get the point.”“I bet if you really wanted to, you could have easily kept her at bay. At the least, you could have just stood up and removed yourself from the situation. Even told me about it so she would stop. Instead, you sat there pretending that everything was fine.” I say so softly that it is almost a whisper.Glaring into his eyes, I swallow hard and then comment harshly, “It’s not like you didn’t want it to happen anyways. I saw the way the
“It’s dinner time!” She yells from the kitchen while Sam and I sit on the couch waiting for her to finish cooking.When we both glance at each other, I roll my eyes before he gives me the “look”. She walks out in a flowery pink apron and says, “Please sit at the dinner table. I will bring it out momentarily.”After she says it, Sam nudges my arm and then nods towards her. Whispering he suggests, “Why don’t you go help her.”Frowning, I hesitate but then decide to be the better person and stand up to follow her back into the kitchen. As I open the door, I smell the delicious aroma of pineapple among other things. Curious of what the dish is called, I ask sweetly, “This is wonderful. What is it called?” “Oh, this? It’s a traditional Caribbean cuisine called Pineapple Chow. It is considered a snack, but this late at night I didn’t think you would want something too heavy to sit on your stomachs before bed.” She smiles pleasantly and continues without missing a beat. “It is made
“This is called Laborie. It’s supposed to have the most scenic waterfront of all of Saint Lucia.” Sam says calmly as the taxi ferries us to our destination. “This is where we will be staying.”I watch as he points at the beach house while moving around constantly in his seat. Sometimes he reminds me of a child because he will get so excited over the littlest things. He has every right this time though. Not only are the town’s pristine waters the clearest emerald green I have ever seen, but everything about this place oozes romance.“Wow, this is so quaint and beautiful.” I say with a hint of wonder, but then my stomach begins to grumble again. Leaning forward, I ask the driver, “Is there anywhere to buy food around here?”When he glances back at me, he nods without saying a word. I have no idea if he even speaks English because he has not said one single thing to us the entire time we were in the car. Even at the airport, he held up a sign with Sam’s last name on it and didn’t
It is the night of my first concert. I have been practicing nonstop all day and now I am a bundle of nerves. Feeling like I am ready to pop, I have never been so glad when Sam walks up behind me and begins softly kneading my tired shoulders. “Mm. Thank you so much baby. That feels wonderful. I almost want to just say the hell with it and curl up next to you in bed, instead of going.” I say in a whisper with a hint of sadness in my voice.Knowing that if I don’t go, I will surely be fired, I sigh and then turn around to give him a soft kiss. I linger a little too long as I feel his hands begin to roam over my breasts, before I finally say, “I wish I could stay, but duty calls.” Quietly, before rushing to the bathroom and inspecting myself in the full-length mirror one last time.Tonight, I am wearing a very tasteful but expensive long black dress by Desdemona. The dress fits like a second skin and has a slit up the side that stops just shy of my upper thigh, so I can sit comfor
From the moment he got here, I had this strange feeling as if he was hiding something from me. At first it was just the look in his eyes, but then he received a call from someone and took it into my library. I thought it was a little odd the way he hushed me and then shut the door to the adjoining room before he continued his conversation. The whole time I find myself wondering if it isn’t one of his exes or something on that line. But one thing keeps eating away at me as I start to label all the boxes. “Why does he feel like he has to hide this from me?” I murmur under my breath and then look down to see that I had managed to slit my finger open with the scissors. There is blood dripping profusely onto the cream-colored carpet and is making a mess.“Damn it!” I cry out when I realize that I just dripped blood all over my new white sandals. Rushing to the kitchen, I put my hand over the sink and run the cold water. As I stand there, I feel Sam’s hands snake around my waist and