It took a while but Im back.

I don't think I can write huge chapters so this will have to do this was bad enougth, I was revising biology while writting this and instead of writting forehead to forehead I wrote foreskin to forehead.

also there are 2 ways in wich this can go

Griss and sara are in bed wakeing up from a bout of love making or

or we see (read in this case) them Get it on it's your call.

thanks to epic lover my beta used her magic powers and fixed this chapter

'How old was she? Why did I say yes?'
Then, I switched back on again, realizing what I had just agreed to.
"Great! Pick me up at say seven?" she said enthusiastically before turning and walking out. I willed myself not look at her backside when she exited the room.

Then I realised, 'Shit, I don't know where she lives!'
"Sara!" I yelled, running after her. She stopped and turned around slowly.

"I don't know where you live," I replied, thinking that would stop her and she'd reconsider asking. I'm not sure why, I just wasn't thinking.
"Give me a ride home and I'll show you."

Cheeky, isn't she? She flashed me a smile; one I know I won't forget.
The Sidle smile; couldn't refuse that.

So, I gave her a ride home. Dropping her off at her apartment, I told her I'd pick her up at seven, on-the-dot and then I drove to my small, cramped hotel room.

San Francisco is nothing like Vegas. The roads aren't as clogged and moving around is a bit more easy.
The entire drive had me thinking. 'Shit, what if she wanted to come back to my place or invited me back to hers? What am I going to do?'

When I got to my room, I dumped all my teaching material on the floor. Crawling to the bed, I just laid there and took a quick look at my watch to check the time; 3:30.

I tried to sleep in the meantime, hoping my alarm would wake me, but no such luck. I kept thinking about her; how her eyes controlled me, the little gap in her teeth, what it would be like to kiss her...

Most of all, I imagined what it would've been like if what she had said before became a reality, which got me hard again. It was my own fault. Of course, it was half past five, so I could take care of the problem in the shower.

Oh, how I did.
Afterward, I got out the shower, dried off, sprayed and shaved before getting dressed. I chose to go simple but smart and casual; blue shirt, jeans... no, scratch that...baggy slacks, just in case Mr. Happy shows up unexpectedly. Then, I donned the leather jacket my mother bought me for Christmas
and my shoes.

I don't even know what I was doing.
'Now, do I take a condom with me, just in case? Wait, if I take the condom and she sees it and she does'nt , she might think I'm a creep. But, if I don't and we do, you know, get to that situation, she better be on the pill.

I always say, "Better safe, than sorry", and I was a Scout, so...
I took one; two actually, by the off chance we'd need it, and headed out the door to my really nice rental car.

Just kidding. It's not much to look at and it does nothing special; only another tin box on wheels.
When I got to her apartment, I found her sitting outside her door, waiting for me. She saw me and with a bright smile, walked over to me and got into the car.

"Hey," I flashed her a smile back, "you look nice."
"Thanks, you do too."

Nice was an understatement; stunning would've been more correct. She was wearing jeans, which hugged her hips and a white blouse that revealed some, but not too much, and some Converse which I think shows the child in her.

"Have you decided where to go for dinner or were you waiting for me?"
I may have worked in San Francisco in the past,I may have worked in San Francisco in the past, but I hardly went out and when I did, I always went alone.

"I would like to say that I decided on our destination, but I don't have a clue to where we could go that would be to your liking."
The only place I knew of served the best Macaroni ever and it's the only reason I ever dined there but it was a lifeless place and I doubt Sara would like it.

"Well, take me there." She touched my thigh which caused me to gasp. "Or..." her hand moved higher up my leg, "maybe we could...." her hand danced over my quickly presenting erection, "...take this inside."

I didn't miss the double meaning and as much as I wanted too, it didn't feel right.
"Sara," I groaned, "don't."

She pulled away, disappointed.
I grabbed her hand. "I mean, not yet, honey. I want to get to know you first. You asked me to dinner..."

She silenced me with her lips. It wasn't a hard kiss, but it wasn't a soft one either. I groaned again into her deepened kiss, her tongue traced my bottom lip, begging for entrance which, I granted.

When the kiss broke, we were looking at each other, forehead-to-forehead, gazing into each others eyes and she smiled at me.
I really, really wanted this. I truly desired her but I didn't know how old she was and we were moving too fast. I didn't want this to be just about sex; I really felt as if I could spend the rest of my life with her. I know it sounds stupid and I've only just met her, but I've never felt this way about anyone ever before. No one has been able to do what Sara does to me.

I think I'm in love with her.
She kissed me again, pulling me closer. When the kisses grew deeper, I could taste every inch of her mouth and her; mine. I knew where this was going and it was something we just couldn't allow to happen in a rental car, especially for the first time.

"Sara, stop honey...we can't do this."
I thought she knew what I was referring to. I meant not here in our current spot, but inside, in a bed. Apparently, there was a misunderstanding because she pulled away immediately and I missed the comfort of her warmth the second it was gone.

"Fine, we'll just go to dinner then."
"No," I said, reaching out, reassuringly stroking her cheek, "I meant not here, okay?"

God she's so beautiful.
With smiles on our faces, we resumed inside.

There you go

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