There's Something about Sarah Ch. 02

"So can I see you Sarah, please?" I was thrilled to hear genuine longing in his voice.

The intellectuals who I had repeatedly turned down sounded childlike and whiney compared to Drew's deep masculine drawl.

"Yes but not here. There's an old barn, well its more just a shed really, about half a mile down the track that runs from my back yard," I said.

"I'll pick you up out back of your place," I could sense the exhilaration in his voice.

"No!" I shouted into the mouthpiece.

I took a breath and composed myself.

"That won't be necessary Drew; I'll meet you there."

I didn't want Sloane or Amanda to know I was meeting a boy. Especially not a football player. God! What would they think!

I checked myself out in the mirror and fixed my makeup. I should have been wearing jeans to traverse that overgrown paddock and mooch around that rickety barn but dammed if I wasn't going to show off one of my best assets; my long legs.

I slipped out of the housedress I was wearing and into a pair of cut-off denim shorts, I kept on my control-top pantyhose for two reasons; they really helped gaff me and the sheen enhanced the look of my shapely legs. I put on my best white padded bra to match my white satin panties, underwear was the only items of clothing I had that was new. Everything else was a Sloane or Amanda hand-me-down. I put on a blue denim blouse and sprayed myself with some of Sloane's perfume and brushed my hair.

I hardly remember the walk through the overgrown paddock to the old barn, I was so excited. Just as I got there a blue pickup arrived in a cloud of dust; I heard the ratchet of the parking brake and then Drew threw open the door and strode towards me, slamming the door in his haste.

He pulled me to him and I inhaled the scents of prairie-dust, Old Spice, a hint of sweat and tobacco. He smelled masculine and when he wrapped me in his arms I felt his powerful muscles. He kissed me hard.

This was no peck on the side os the mouth or tentative slip of the tongue over the lips; this was a deep, open-mouthed, tongue in mouth, exploring kiss.

I melted in his arms and responded, putting my arms around him and pressing my body against his.

After what seemed like an eternity he broke the kiss and eased me away from him a little and held me by my arms. I was tall for girl but he was taller by three or four inches and he looked down into my eyes.

"Damn you are prettier than I remembered and it was only yesterday we met. You smell nice too," he said and my emotions stirred again.

"I wanted to ask you something Sarah. I didn't come around here to fool around, I know you're not that kind of girl."

It was my turn to be witty.

"How do you know I'm not that kind of girl? You've only known me for one day," I smirked.

"How naive you are Sarah. I've been watching you from afar for over a year. I've wanted to talk to you but when I saw you dismiss every boy that approached you, including the smartest in the school, I figured a jock like me didn't stand a chance."

"An intellectual jock if I recall, who scraped a couple of A's together and still managed to keep his place in the starting lineup," I smiled.

"So what did you want to ask?" my heart was pounding again.

"Will you be my Prom date? Look I know this is kinda short notice and...."

I never let him finish; I threw myself into his arms and kissed him as hard as I could. When we finally broke for breath he beamed.

"So I guess that's a yes?"

"Yes. Now I have a question for you," I went on.

"What did you mean by you didn't come here to fool around? You're not going to waste my time and effort to look pretty for you are you?"

This time his grin lit up his whole face.

I took him by the hand and led him into the old barn and over to the ladder to the hayloft.

I started up the ladder and turned my head over my shoulder and found Drew's eyes glued to my ass.

"The ladder's a bit rickety so be careful Drew," I said.

"Yes ma'am," he replied.

"And it would help if you watched where you put your hands and feet rather than staring at my caboose you big galoot," I grinned.

"Well if I fall and die ma'am, I'll die happy knowing the last thing I saw was your damn fine derriere," he smirked.

"Why Drew Carter!" I chided climbing onto the loft.

And then I squealed with delight as Drew came up behind me and dragged me down into the hay.

"Is that how you capture all your girls Drew Carter; by tackling them like a linebacker?" I grinned up at him as he lay on top of me.

"Nope! Just mouthy academic Ice Princesses."

I was about to retort but he pressed his lips to mine and I wrapped my arms around him and responded. We kissed forever or what seemed like it in that hot, dust-smote, hayloft. Before long I felt his manhood press against me through his jeans. He wasn't crudely rubbing it against me or anything; but I could feel it pressing against me.

After a while his hands began to explore my body, he stroked my legs starting at my knees and then letting his fingers glide up them to my thighs. He stopped at my shorts and then moved on to my waist, sliding his hands up my flanks and under my arms than across my body. His hand stopped at my breasts.

He broke the kiss and looked me in the eyes.

"I don't want this to go wrong. You tell me if I'm going to far," he whispered hoarsely.

I looked up at him, my head resting in the hay, my hair fanned out. I remained silent.

Drew's fingers fumbled with the buttons on blouse and I put may hand over his and he stopped and I saw the disappointment in his face.

"It's not that I don't want you to. It's just that...well my titties ain't exactly a mouthful," I resorted to trash talk to hide my embarrassment.

He grinned at me; his face lighting up and those deep blue eyes shining.

"This ain't my first rodeo ma'am, I could sorta tell when I was fumbling around earlier that the decks were stacked; if'n you don't mind me mixing my metaphors. Now you let me decide what's a mouthful and what ain't."

Drew flicked open the top three buttons of my blouse and his fingers slid inside and caressed my skin. I gasped and he lowered his mouth to mine and gently kissed me while his fingers continued to explore. They slid under a cup and caressed the small mound of my breast and I gasped again, and when he flicked my erect nipple with his fingertip I melted.

I crushed my lips against his and writhed in his embrace as his hand cupped my small breast and squeezed and caressed it. His hand moved over to my left breast and he performed the same trickery as I squirmed underneath him. I could feel myself fully aroused and was glad I was fully gaffed today, my member taped back between my legs; my pantyhose providing extra support.

It was then that I found myself feeling guilty. I was letting this boy kiss and caress me thinking I was a girl. And I was a girl; except for that one thing. But pleasure and lust overcame guilt and regret and I let Drew carry on stroking and caressing me.

His fingers slid around my back and expertly release the clasp of my bra and he pulled it free. He looked down at my pathetically small breasts but I didn't see disappointment in his eyes. I saw desire.

He lowered his mouth to my mounds and licked and caressed them, his hot wet tongue driving me wild with pleasure. He sucked on my nipples, playfully nipping at them now and then and I felt ecstatic. Just when I thought I would explode with delectation he stopped and looked at me again.

"Sarah, they're exactly a mouthful and they are magnificent," he grinned and lowered his face to my bosom again.

I gently held his head as he suckled my breasts and I think it was at that moment that I fell in love with Andrew Carter.

We continued to kiss and Drew continued to explore my breasts; we were both becoming highly aroused. I so wanted to go a little further but was terrified if I went too far my secret would be exposed. But I couldn't help myself.

I reached down and squeezed his hard penis through his jeans. It felt so hard and big as I gripped it through the denim. This time Drew gasped and quickly broke the kiss and looked at me intently.

"Sarah; I don't want you doing anything you're going to regret. I didn't come here for that," he said earnestly.

"I know Drew, and I guess that you think that you're the first boy I have been with this way; and well, you are. But I know my boundaries and I don't want to be a cock tease but you might as well know we aren't going much further."

"I'm enjoying my first intimate moments with a boy but there isn't going to be any consummation. I like this, I really do. It's special. But I'm not a whore like..." I stopped myself there, having said too much.

"Like Sloane?" Drew finished my sentence and I nodded.

"I know Bing and Sloane had a thing going for a little while, but that's not what this is," he said.

"I know. See this is what happens when two intelligent people make out; they over-analyse everything instead of just enjoying the spontaneity," I smiled up at him.

"Now are you going to let this pretty girl lying underneath you with her titties exposed go to waste or are you going to get back to making her happy."

"Well yes I am; and cognisant of there being no consummation may inquire if it might be possible to for me take off those shorts," he grinned.

"Well it just might be possible but lets set some boundaries shall we. You see those dark bands at the top of my pantyhose; well that's the state-line. And there's no crossing the state line," I smirked.

"Fucking Ice Princess!" he chuckled and fell on me and I wrapped my arms and legs around him and pulled him close as we kissed, writhed and rubbed against each other.

I helped Drew struggle out of his shirt and the feel of his skin against mine was glorious. We were both hot and sweating and his chest rubbed against my small breasts as we writhed in the hay. His hands found my shorts and I lifted my buttocks to allow him to ease them from me.

I felt vulnerable, lying underneath this strong athlete dressed only in my underwear but I also felt excited, exhilarating and free. I also felt so feminine and sexy.

He was kissing me excitedly, his hands on my breasts and his groin pressed into mine. The denim of jeans rasped against the silkiness of my satin panties. I could feel the heat of his erection pushing against me.

He reached a hand down between us and I knew that he intended; to free his erection and rub it against my panty-crotch and that was as far as I was willing to let him go.

But that never happened.

"I see London, I see France I see Sarah's underpants. I see London, I see France I see Sarah's underpants. I see London, I see France I see Sarah's underpants!"

We both gasped with surprise and Drew rolled off me and I curled up trying to conceal my body, feeling vulnerable clad only in my underwear and heels.

"Well ain't this a sight to behold!"

It was Sloane who had chanted that playground teasing rhyme.

She was sitting cross-legged at the top of ladder smoking a cigarette, drunk and with mischief written on her face.

I scrambled to pull on my shorts and blouse.

"Don't be embarrassed on my account cousin; ain't like Drew here hasn't had me in the same state of undress," she slurped on a Lone Star beer, she had the remains of six pack on the boards beside her.

"Ain't that right Drew?" she jeered.

I continued dressing while and Drew buttoned his shirt.

"Well here cuz; take a beer and a smoke and I'll tell you all about our boy Drew," Sloane kicked the five remaining cans of beer over in our direction and tossed her cigarettes and lighter.

I looked up at Drew and saw the guilt on his face. I cracked open a can of beer and took a deep draught and lit a cigarette and stared at him intently. I was confused and angry.

"See Drew; Sarah ain't much different to me. She drinks and she smokes now and then; course she's different in other special ways but that ain't for me say."

Sloane was sitting, legs akimbo on the edge of the loft and it was all I could do to stop myself pushing her off. I glared at her and she registered the intense anger in my face.

"It isn't what you think Sarah," Drew implored.

"Sloane and I had brief; very brief encounter right here. It started off just fooling around but she wanted more I wouldn't do it. She was drunk and emotional and I am not the sort of guy who takes advantage," he explained.

"Yeah but not Bing. He didn't care if I was drunk, high or sober so long as I opened my legs for him. Sometimes he didn't even care if I didn't want him to; he figured what I'd given him once he could take when he wanted," Sloane was crying now, her mascara running down her cheeks.

"I guess that's the difference between quarterbacks and running backs; the quarterbacks are used to gettin' what they want when they want, and running backs get what the quarterback tosses to them," Sloane sneered.

"We all three was up here drinking and Sloane came on to me," Drew went on.

"We fooled around but I wouldn't go any further than that. God's honest truth. I'm not the guy who takes advantage of a drunken woman."

"I wanted to leave and I asked Sloane to come with me and offered to drive her home but by then she was coming onto Bing Holthouse and they told me in no uncertain terms to leave," Drew finished explaining.

"You fucking wimp! Bing gave me the fucking of my life that night and you coulda had seconds or joined right in Drew Carter. But no! You left!" Sloane sniggered.

"Course Bing wanted to jump me whenever it suited him after that; didn't matter what I cared. Christ when I was having my ladies monthlies he'd just roll me over and use the other; wasn't nothing to him."

Now I was weeping; feeling so sorry for Sloane. I remembered coming home and finding her and Bing making love on her bed but I had no idea what she had been through.

"So there you go cuz. You got my leftover clothes, my leftover shoes, my leftover toys, even whatever my Momma has got leftover from her love for me I suppose; and now you got my leftover boyfriend. You just livin' on my leftovers," Sloane bellowed.

"I love you Sloane; and if all I have is your hand-me-downs and leftovers, so be it," I replied indignantly.

I turned to look at Drew who had his head in hands and was too ashamed to look at me.

"But Andrew Carter isn't a leftover or hand-me-down. He's my boyfriend in his own right. He approached me and I accepted him on his own and my own terms; before I knew any of what you told me."

Drew looked up surprised.

"I'm your boyfriend?" he gulped.

"You fucking bet you are Andrew Carter! I am not going to the high school Prom with some pick up date," I reached out and put my arm around him leaned into him.

He pulled my face to his and kissed me.

"Well I'll be a horses ass! Andrew Carter is taking my fucked up Ice Princess cousin to the Prom! Well don't pack no rubbers Drew; you won't be needing them with this bitch!" Sloane hissed.

Before either of us could retort Sloane slid down the ladder and was running out the barn.

"Fuck you both!" she yelled as she ran off into the night.

"Come on little lady; that's enough drama and excitement for one day," Drew said and helped me down the ladder to the floor of the barn.

He picked straw out of my hair in between kisses and then he drove me home. It was twilight by the time we got there and full dark by the time I eventually got out his pickup after a protracted good night kiss that never seemed to end.

"Sloane? Sloane?" Is that you out there?" Amanda yelled from the porch.

I wish I had camera to take a picture of my Aunt's face when she saw me get out of the pickup and walk to the porch; clothes mussed up, hair akimbo with the odd stalk of straw still in it, makeup messed up and my pantyhose snagged.

"My, my, my! Sarah Grayson what the dickens have you been up to?" she looked stupefied.

"Well I've been securing myself a date for the Prom," I grinned mischievously.

"Is the Drew Carter, starting running back for the Rattlesnakes I just saw molesting my darling niece in the cab of that pickup before he drove off?" Amanda grinned.

"You betcha!" I giggled.

"You get your ass in the house and on my couch and you're taking a drink and telling me all about this eventuality young lady, or you ain't ever going to bed!" she slapped me playfully on the buttocks and we hugged each other and laughed as we went inside.

Amanda and I sat up until midnight chatting, drinking, smoking and laughing.

"I'm getting you the best Prom dress I can afford," Amanda said when she kissed me goodnight.

I awoke with a start and looked at the alarm clock. It was 3.30 am. There was a red glow low on the western horizon. The old barn was ablaze. Sloane's bed was empty.

To be continued...