She was feeling edgy. Pissed to be left alone yet again while Patrick was off at another competition. This was getting old. It was New Year's Eve, for crying out loud! What could be so important about another stupid ski race? He was getting ridiculous, and she was getting burned out on the whole routine.
Rather than sitting home alone, moping, she showered and dressed to the nines and headed out to the big party by herself. She looked good, she felt sexy, and she was in the mood to find a little trouble. There were lots of people at the party that she knew, but she was tired of answering the question, "Where's Patrick tonight?" So she drifted off into the sea of faces, looking for someone who didn't even know him - or her.
It didn't take him long to spot her there alone - at last! He'd been watching her for months, wishing the boyfriend would evaporate and miraculously give him a chance with her. He felt that his chance had finally come and he wasn't going to miss it. He strode over to her boldly, stopped dead in front of her and said, "Hi. I'm Michael." He put his hand out playfully, offering to shake and as she took his hand politely and smiled at him, he added, "And you are?"
"Sarah. I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Michael." Her smile was even more delicious up close. He'd seen it so many times in his dreams, but awake, he'd only seen her from a distance until now. He was aroused by the simple sound of her voice saying his name. He felt compelled to lean into her and drink in the smell of her neck, ravage her right there on the spot…but he managed to hang onto some semblance of control and continue the conversation.
"Sarah…" he let it roll like honey from his tongue, still grasping her hand. "Nice name. I like it. It suits you. Can I buy you a drink, Sarah?"
She laughed at him and reminded him that the party had an open bar. "Nice try, Romeo. Cute. But you can fetch me a drink if you like." He grinned, hung his head in mock shame, and headed for the bar.
She watched him walk away, his athletic stride full of power and confidence. His clean, musky scent still hung in the air around her. He moved like an untamed animal, and it turned her on just to watch him walk. She knew right then that she had found exactly what she'd been looking for.
They had one drink together, listened to a few songs, and pretended to be enjoying the party around them. They stood closer and closer, ostensibly so they could hear each other over the music. It was just an excuse to sneak a little touching, a brush here, a quick caress there…
Sarah heard a familiar voice, one of the guys from Patrick's fraternity, asking if anyone had seen Pat tonight. She and Michael looked up for a moment and realized that Jeff, the frat brother, was standing right there, looking at them and waiting for an answer. They both spoke at the same time, "Nope. He's skiing this weekend."
As Jeff sauntered off, lost once again in the party, Sarah looked at Michael and said in total surprise, "You KNOW Patrick?" Michael answered, feeling a little ashamed that he hadn't mentioned it before now, "Yeah, well, we're on the ski team together. I didn't go this weekend because it's New Years Eve, and I didn't want to spend it in some cheap hotel with a bunch of guys. Besides, I was kind of hoping maybe I'd run into you just once without him around. I wanted to know your name."
She looked at him, truly impressed. She said, "You're something else, you know that? Do you want to get out of here? I do." He grinned and nodded.
They left the party separately, in case anyone was watching, and met up just outside. They stumbled into a little alcove in the big old brick building, finally out of view. Sarah reached for the crotch of Michael's jeans, tugged him towards her, and said, "Come here."
They kissed playfully at first, but it quickly became desperate. He backed her to the wall of their little hideout, cupping her ass in both hands and humping her evenly as they kissed. She slid her hands under his coat and shirt and squeezed the muscles in his lower back, encouraging him to push harder. She felt his raw energy, and she was aching to get him naked.
He suddenly gasped, "Hey, um, Sarah, listen. I don't live around here. Do you? I mean, I think we should maybe find a place to go. We don't want to scare any little old ladies or anything."
She answered, "Yeah, you're right. Uh, I don't live near here either, but I have the keys to Patrick's place. It's right around the corner. Does that work for you?"
Michael hesitated only a split second. He felt a little stab of jealousy at hearing her say Patrick's name, but realized his ego was the least of his concerns right now. He recovered quickly and said, "Sure, let's go."
They stumbled into the small apartment only minutes later. As soon as the door was shut behind them, they began tearing at each other's clothes. The clothes fell to the floor in a trail from the front door to the foot of the bed - coats, sweaters, skirt, jeans, blouse, underwear… They fell to the bed together naked and frantic.
She felt supple muscles gliding under his skin as she kissed him and caressed his penis. He was so hard, so ready, and so foreign… His fingers found her pussy and slid inside…he pushed deeply into her, slowly fucking her with his hand as he watched her perfect face grin then twitch with pleasure. No hurry. No hurry now…
He carefully eased her to the top of the bed and moved himself slowly to the bottom. She let go of him and raised her arms up over her head, anticipating his mouth. She spread herself wide in invitation and felt his lips and his tongue as they found their mark. She moaned and he began kissing her at her core, driving her to the edge of control.
He took his time. He loved the taste of her, and drank in the sensation of her perfect muscular stomach flinching with pleasure, her hips pressing into his face, and the low quiet sound of her moaning. He kept his fingers inside, kept fucking her with them, but he slowed way down, to make this moment last.
Finally, he heard her broken breath say his name, "Michael… I want you."
He answered, "Give me just a sec, okay?" He slipped away from the bed and grabbed a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans, tore it loose from the package, and was fumbling with it in his excitement when he heard her speak to him again, "Come here and I'll help you with that."
He handed the little wad of latex to her, grateful for the offer, and kneeled next to her on the bed as she slid it expertly onto his penis. He watched her graceful hands as she did it, wondering where this perfect creature had been all his life… She said softly, "Hey, thanks for not making me ask. Now come here."
She tugged him off his knees, rolled him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She guided his hard on inside of herself and began rocking on top of him, hands leaning on his hipbones and moving to please herself. He laid his head back and absorbed the sensation, hands on her ass, but not directing her motion. He wanted her to move freely and use him as she pleased.
For a few minutes… But his desire to possess her welled up inside of him, and he suddenly needed to be in control. He rolled her gently off to the side and laid her down on her back. He had a wild look in his eye as he spread her knees apart with his own, grinning as he plunged into her. She gasped, feeling the power of him at last. He used every muscle he had, driving himself desperately and deeply into her aching body. She writhed under him, almost sobbing words of encouragement.
It took only minutes for his rhythm to wind up to a fevered pulse, driving them both to the edge, and finally over it. They came at the same moment, hanging onto each other as the waves washed through them, then finally collapsing breathless, side-by-side. They panted together as they lay there, satisfied and spent, and tried to regain control of their breathing.
When they recovered enough to speak, they found they didn't need to say anything more to each other. They shared a wordless smile, at peace with one another, and knowing this would be their only time together.
Not quite ready to get up and get dressed, they decided to turn on the television instead and watch the ball drop in Times Square, marking the New Year. They felt almost like perfect strangers again, sitting there and watching the teeming throngs of other strangers milling around on city streets…
As midnight rolled around and the whole world drank a toast, they kissed once more and said goodbye. Michael smiled back at her as he left the apartment, and said, "Happy New Year." He knew he'd always love the name Sarah.
