Four
Sarah sat at her desk, staring
into the oblivion of books yet to mark which almost seemed unsurmountable. She
hated marking, and a pile of books was her Everest. She lowered her glasses and
sighed. If Ethan had been here it would have been easier. She would have had
someone to go home too. Spoke relax with. His Mum was pretty lenient and would
let her come around and watch Tv, movies, listen to music or just generally
relax with him. Her parents weren’t like that. Her Dad was old school in his
values.
“No boys allowed” He would often say
in his stern, authorities tone. Still, with him being a Financial advisor her
would often work long hours, sometimes with clients until eight or nine at
night. Her Mum was a Nurse, so her shifts and working hours were erratic. Because
of this Sarah and Ethan were able to spend a few nights a week at hers with the
house to themselves.
Sarah’s phone buzzed form her purse.
She knew who it was. Ethan’s messages had their own ring tone. She knew it wasn’t
him. It was Chris. Chris had been messaging her for a while now. They used to
date. Nothing serious. Although she had wanted it to be. Before she moved down
here, before she met Ethan, she had desperately tried to make it work with him.
Desperately tried to get him to commit. The thing was, Chris was a stud. An athlete.
He had played Football all his life, going from the under-fives, to under sixteens,
to playing for Nottingham Forests second team. Now, he was one of the first
names on the team sheet. Chris Ryan, Number 10, attacking Midfielder and
playmaker. He wasn’t on premier league money, but still earnt over ten thousand
a week. It made him into what you would call a player. Still, Sarah had been
head over heels in love with him. Ever since she moved away, he had started to
message her again. Maybe he wanted what he couldn’t have. He was always that
way. Sarah hadn’t told Ethan he had been messaging her, of course not. Why
would she. Ethan would be jealous if he knew. Chris was gorgeous. He had hardly
any body fat with abs that went on for days, almost ripping out his torso. He
had slick, light brown hair, blue eyes, a soft yet defined chin and wicked blue
eyes she would get lost in. Not to mention he was blessed with being extremely well
endowed. Most guys think size matters, and most women will tell them that it
doesn’t. Sarah knew different. Sex with Chris was frantic, passionate and nobody
had ever made her orgasm like he had.
Sarah decided to check her messages, after all, what harm
could simply looking do, she thought. She felt tingling through her body at the
thought of talking with Chris. She still thought about him, he did have, after
all, the body of a Greek god. She bit her lip as she reached into her bag
thinking about some of the things Chris has made her do. He was a pure-bred
alpha male. Dominating. She liked that. Deep down she had a kinky side, a
submissive side. She loved how he treated her like his sexual play thing, even
if she wouldn’t admit it. The feeling of him using her.
Her
phone was flashing when she opened it. Two messages, One from Ethan, one from Chris.
She had completely forgot about the pictures she had sent Ethan this morning.
Still, she opened Chris’ text first.
Sarah hesitated to respond. He initial reaction was to jump at the chance to see all her old friends again. Sure, she kept in touch with them on Facebook, but it wasn't the same as going out for a drink with them in person. Sarah was nineteen, a year older than Ethan, and spent much of last year going out, getting drunk and partying with her friends. She had slowed down a lot since moving due to a combination of her job, dating Ethan and the fact that she hardly knew anybody. Still, she wondered if it was really appropriate to go out for a drink with Chris, even if there were other going. She slowly replied, hesitating on each word, unsure of what to type.
Sarah smiled to herself.
"He has a girlfriend now? That's really unlike Chris" She muttered with a tinge of jealously. Why wasn't she good enough to get him to commit to something? She thought to herself. She shook her head. She had Ethan now. She was happy with him. This would be a harmless night out with old friends. Nothing more than that. Her mind was made up.
Sarah rushed home form work, leaving the pile of marking on her desk. She could get it done on Monday after work, with the books not needing to be in until Tuesday, and with that being the last week of School before the Summer Holidays everyone was more easy going around the place. Sure she was a Teaching Assistant, but training to be a teacher meant she had volunteered to get experience by marking and running the odd English lesson. Even if it was only to ten year olds it still proved tough. Sarah was studying a degree in English Literature through an online University. She hadn't told Ethan yet. She was didn't want to tell anyone if she was honest. She had tried going to college before but it didn't work out. She dropped out and got a job in Boots, a nation wide chain. She spent her days stocking the makeup shelves and talking with disgruntled customers. She hated it and decided she would try college again. once more she dropped out. It was different now. She was older. Wasn't only focused on getting drunk with her friends and sleeping with Chris every weekend. Now she had a goal. A dream. She was determined.
Sarah got home and threw her work things down.
"Shit! Already six p.m! Better get my backside in motion" She laughed, frantically clicking the oven on to pre-heat and charging upstairs in a frantic rush. The next hour was spent cooking some chicken quickly with some pasta to soak up the excess alcohol she would be consuming, showering and getting upset over what to wear.
"Something nice....but defiantly not something slutty. Not anymore at least" She muttered to herself as she looked forlornly through her wardrobe. She hadn't been out like this since moving, so hadn't felt the need to buy anything new for it. All her clothes revealed too much for her new self. Low cut. Chest almost hanging out of them. Skirts short enough for the bottom of her supple ass to be on display, her panties peeking out to all who notice. Her phone buzzed. Again and again. She only had ten minutes before her taxi would pick her up.
"Fuck it! Guess old Sarah is back for one night only. In appearance at least" She muttered in a fluster.
Sarah smiled to herself.
"He has a girlfriend now? That's really unlike Chris" She muttered with a tinge of jealously. Why wasn't she good enough to get him to commit to something? She thought to herself. She shook her head. She had Ethan now. She was happy with him. This would be a harmless night out with old friends. Nothing more than that. Her mind was made up.
Sarah rushed home form work, leaving the pile of marking on her desk. She could get it done on Monday after work, with the books not needing to be in until Tuesday, and with that being the last week of School before the Summer Holidays everyone was more easy going around the place. Sure she was a Teaching Assistant, but training to be a teacher meant she had volunteered to get experience by marking and running the odd English lesson. Even if it was only to ten year olds it still proved tough. Sarah was studying a degree in English Literature through an online University. She hadn't told Ethan yet. She was didn't want to tell anyone if she was honest. She had tried going to college before but it didn't work out. She dropped out and got a job in Boots, a nation wide chain. She spent her days stocking the makeup shelves and talking with disgruntled customers. She hated it and decided she would try college again. once more she dropped out. It was different now. She was older. Wasn't only focused on getting drunk with her friends and sleeping with Chris every weekend. Now she had a goal. A dream. She was determined.
Sarah got home and threw her work things down.
"Shit! Already six p.m! Better get my backside in motion" She laughed, frantically clicking the oven on to pre-heat and charging upstairs in a frantic rush. The next hour was spent cooking some chicken quickly with some pasta to soak up the excess alcohol she would be consuming, showering and getting upset over what to wear.
"Something nice....but defiantly not something slutty. Not anymore at least" She muttered to herself as she looked forlornly through her wardrobe. She hadn't been out like this since moving, so hadn't felt the need to buy anything new for it. All her clothes revealed too much for her new self. Low cut. Chest almost hanging out of them. Skirts short enough for the bottom of her supple ass to be on display, her panties peeking out to all who notice. Her phone buzzed. Again and again. She only had ten minutes before her taxi would pick her up.
"Fuck it! Guess old Sarah is back for one night only. In appearance at least" She muttered in a fluster.
