“Yeah,” he answered, “and a bomb under him wouldn’t wake him.” He told her as he kissed her neck some more.
“Pete please?” she squeaked, he took no notice and kept it up, Sarah stood and let him, then she turned in his arms. “Pete, we can’t do this, it has to stop, you forced me, even raped me, I know I gave in, and it was fantastic while it lasted, but no, it’s done. I think you had better go.”
Then a ringing sound and a thud from upstairs told them Mark had set the alarm for some reason and he was up, they both looked at each other, Pete said unequivocally, “I’m staying.” And he went into the lounge with his coffee. Sarah was nonplussed to say the least. If Mark was up this early, he must have something on, and Pete bet he would be going out, he was right.
He appeared looking dishevelled, but passably presentable, had a quick coffee, and an even quicker hello to Pete, he said over his shoulder as he opened the door, “look after mom for me pal!” and he was gone. Pete couldn’t have been happier. ‘Don’t you worry Mark, I intend to!’ he said silently after him. Sarah stood there in a daze, and she was alone again with her rapist come seducer, what was she going to do now?
She hurried upstairs and closed her bedroom door, Pete hadn’t heard her, when he went into the kitchen to see her, she was gone. ‘Only one place she can be,’ he told himself. But getting up the courage to go to her was harder than he thought. The courage he had had yesterday had evaporated.
An hour later Pete could wait no longer, his prick was leading him again, he needed to screw his friends mother desperately, and for the life of him, he couldn’t see her saying no! He made his way up, he stood outside her door, then he knocked softly, no answer, he knocked twice more before he heard a muffled, “go away Pete!”
That did it for him; he wasn’t going to back down, not now. He was sure she wanted him to fuck her again. He opened the door and Sarah was sat at her dresser. He undid his shirt and pulled it out as he approached her. She saw him through the mirror. The determination was etched on his face, his eyes telling her, ‘you’re mine!’ She also saw the abs above the belt on his trousers, it was like looking at a staircase climbing up to his rib cage, they were so defined.
He put his hands on her shoulders and squeezed gently, it was all it took the breach the dam. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘for a young man, or boy, depending on your point of view,’ she pondered, ‘he is damn sure of himself, so forceful in character.’ Her mind, let alone body, still hadn’t got over the events in her shower earlier. It was still set, and still very hot to her.
She was also still in a state of arousal; the memory of him doing her that way would never leave her no matter how many years passed from now. Sarah rose robotically from her seat, she needed to tell him to leave quickly, instead she went into his arms. The kiss they shared this time was not their first kiss, but this was the real kiss, the one that gave her to him.