Sauce*Box 21: A Very Long Drive

A Very Long Drive
by Sarah Starr

he drive home from the city was a long one, and they were both exhausted by the time they finally started to approach home. Sean and Angela had spent the weekend visiting friends, running around and having fun. So much fun that they were completely worn out as they said their goodbyes and started back towards the small town they both called home.

As Sean pulled his car into Angela’s driveway, she looked over at him. His eyes were half closed and his arms sagged into his lap as he took his hands off of the steering wheel. She knew he still had a fairly long way to drive back to his own house, and was worried that he might not make it safely. In addition, she was not sure that she wanted this weekend to end. Although she and Sean had always been good friends, lately she had sensed something more growing between them, and she was reluctant to leave his company.

"You look so tired," she said. "Are you sure you’re going to make it alright, without me in the car to keep you awake?"

"Yeah, I’m fine," he weakly protested. But she saw his drooping head and sleepy eyes from the passenger seat, and started to seriously doubt his driving abilities. "Come on," she said, "You can stay here for the night, and go home in the morning. I’m worried about you."

He hesitated for a moment, and then nodded his head in agreement. "Okay," he sighed, and turn off the engine.

Too tired to bring their belongings into the house from the car, they both made their way inside, not even bothering to turn on any lights as they shed their shoes and light jackets in the living room. Leading the way up the stairs, Angela motioned to the small guest room and said, "There you go. You know where the bathroom is. If you need anything else, you know where I am." Then, leaning forward to give him a tender kiss goodnight on the cheek, she breathed into his ear, "I’ll see you in the morning. Maybe we can go out for breakfast or something." Smiling, she pulled away and they both said goodnight.

Angela pulled the door to her bedroom shut and flicked on the light switch. She quickly but sleepily pulled off her clothes and laid them over the back of her desk chair. Wearing only her small white panties, she slipped a lightweight white tank top over her head. The late summer night air was warm, and she wanted to be as comfortable as possible after their journey. She opened the door to her room and tiredly stepped into the bathroom to dispense with the tedious nighttime rituals.

Having finished, she pulled open the bathroom door. She pulled back a bit in surprise as she saw Sean standing out in the hallway, waiting his turn, clad only in his plaid boxers. Blushing slightly at being seen by him in her underwear, she smiled and said goodnight and swiftly returned to her room, leaving the door open a little so as not to seem to shut him out completely. She felt her heart pounding in her chest despite her fatigue, but quickly dismissed it and climbed into bed. The cool sheets felt wonderful against her skin, and very soon she had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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Sometime in the darkness of the night, she heard her bedroom door creak a bit as someone pushed it open, and was slightly startled. Sleeping on her side, her back was turned to the door, but she flicked her eyes open and was aware of someone entering her room. She heard quiet footsteps approaching her bed, but gave no sign that she was awake. She didn’t even stir when she felt the covers being lifted up and a body slip into her bed next to hers. Nor did she move when she felt a hand slide across the mattress and come to rest on her hip. Only when she heard Sean’s voice murmur in her ear "Angie," did she respond by placing her hand on top of his and gliding backwards so that her back rested against his chest. He nuzzled his face into her neck, leaving soft kisses across her skin, and she breathed a little sigh that was at once innocent and filled with desire. Still holding his hand with hers, she guided it upwards over her hip and under her tank top to her stomach, where she paused and enjoyed the feeling of his fingertips brushing against her navel. He continued to move his hand upwards, sliding his palm between her breasts before cupping one in his hand and grazing the nipple with his thumb. He felt her shiver in reaction to his touch and grew more aggressive, taking the hardening bud between his thumb and forefinger and pinching ever so slightly, so that a small moan escaped her lips, and continued to caress her.

While his hand ran across her front, she reached back with her own hand and slipped her fingers under the waistband of his boxer shorts, and felt him jump slightly with surprise. She smiled to herself, and let her hand continue on its downward track towards his throbbing erection that she could feel pushing against her lower back. She grasped his shaft lightly in her hand and started to stroke him slowly from base to tip, and then back again. She heard him groan in her ear as his petting became more urgent and his kisses more insistent; he began nipping lightly at her neck and shoulder before kissing and licking it better again. She tightened her grip on him and quickened her pace, running her hand up and over the swollen head of his penis before sliding back down again.

Suddenly he pushed her hand away and sitting up, rolled her over onto her back and climbed on top of her. In one swift motion he ran his hands under her tank top and over her chest, signaling to her to raise her arms so that the garment could be removed, and he pulled it off her flushed skin and tossed it onto the floor. Starting at her lips, he left a trail of kisses down her neck leading to her left breast, where he took the hardened point into his mouth and swirled his tongue around it, always keeping a slight suction. She brought her arms up around him, and tickled his upper back and shoulders, occasionally running her hands through his hair while he kissed and nipped at her breasts.

Eventually he brought his mouth back up to hers, and they kissed deeply and passionately. His hands found the waistband of her panties, and he slowly started to pull them over her hips. She lifted her ass slightly to allow herself to be freed from the confining fabric, and he threw them on the floor next to her tank top. The sight of her completely naked body had made him very hard and he ached to penetrate her, but he was enjoying teasing her, because he was finally sure she wanted him just as badly as he wanted her. He caressed the back of her knees and her inner thighs, and she spread herself open to him to encourage him along. Eventually he made his way upwards and cupped her mound with his whole hand, feeling her shiver with anticipation beneath him. He found her inner opening, and gently slid first one, then two fingers into her wet depths. His thumb circled, and then quickly flicked her swollen clit and slightly trembling, she tilted her hips upwards to drive him further into her. They slowly moved into a rhythm, her meeting each movement of his hand with one of her own. He delicately pressed his thumb to the sensitive tip of her clit and stroked it slowly in time with the thrusts of his fingers.

Her orgasm slowly crept up on her, and soon her muscles tensed and her hips bucked under his hand. As the slow waves of pleasure began to wash over her, she clamped his hand tight between her thighs, only releasing him from her grip when she relaxed and lay back again. Still full of desire, she pulled him entirely on top of her so that there was hardly any part of either of them that was not touching the other. Their lips met each other’s again, and she reached down to pull off his shorts to finally release his stiff and throbbing penis. He maneuvered himself between her legs so that the rested against her, so close to finally being inside her. He looked into her eyes, and he saw such pure lust and longing in them that he could hesitate no longer. He pressed into her, completely filling her, and he paused so that they could both enjoy every second of their act. She wrapped her legs around his back to pull him deeper inside her, and they rocked back and forth in time to the beating of their hearts. For what seemed like eternity they moved against each other, quickening their pace and letting their hands roam lazily over each other’s bodies, until neither of them could stand it any longer. They gave in to each other, each one overpowered by intense pleasure. Completely and totally exhausted, they fell asleep in each others arms, not waking until the late morning sun streamed down onto them through the window.

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