The place was utterly elegant and Sara felt extremely beautiful in her gown. Tegan had sent it to her and at first, Sara was skeptical to wear such feminine attire. Sara steps into the restaurant and tells the hostess that she's Sara Quin and she's supposed to be meeting Tegan Banhart. The hostess smiles and takes her to a table where a blonde man is sitting. The table is set for three and Sara feels absolutely confused. "I think you've got the wrong table." Sara says to the hostess, who shakes her head.
"No, this is Tegan Banhart's table." She says and Sara finally sits down. The hostess walks away and Sara leans towards this man who smiles and asks him who he is.
"I'm Ross. Tegan's boyfriend." He tells her.
Sara scoffs and sits back, "Boyfriend." She says and chuckles, going to stand up. As soon as she grabs her purse and turns to leave, Tegan grabs her arm.
"Please, let me explain." Tegan pleads. She looks different. Her hair is suddenly long and her face is marked with dramatic make-up. There's camera's now. They're flashing at Tegan. Sara can't believe the restaurant let paparazzi in here.
Sara sighs and sits down, "It better be a good explanation." Her eyes scan Tegan's chest, noticing that her breasts are being pushed up by some material and they look as if they might fall out of her gown. Sara reveled in the view as long as she could before anyone noticed. She didn't care about upsetting Ross. She could care less. Her intentions were nothing but sexual for Tegan. She wasn't going to fall in love again. No way. She just needed a hot girl to fuck. And that's what Tegan was.
"Ross isn't my boyfriend, really." Tegan starts and Ross starts to gasp, wrapping his arm around Tegan's shoulders. She rolls her eyes and lowers her voice. "It's for the media. My parents don't want anyone knowing that I'm gay." Sara grins and almost leaves again. Then she realizes that Tegan's the perfect candidate for a strictly sexual relationship. Sara nods, telling Tegan to go on. "My parents want a favor."
"From me?" Sara asks in disbelief.
Tegan nods, "Yeah. They want you to write a book about me." Sara squints, getting a little distressed that she's being used. "Of course, we'd have to spend a lot of time together. Away from the media; alone. Somewhere." Tegan finishes. Sara grins, leaning forward.
"Will Ross be okay with that?" Sara chuckles, turning towards the blonde. Tegan sighs and rolls her eyes.
"Ross, Tegan! Can we get a kiss?" One of the photographer shouts and Tegan turns to Ross and plants a huge, sloppy, French kiss on him. Sara has to be pretend to be okay with this, but she awkwardly turns away. At least Tegan looks like a good kisser. Tegan smiles at the paparazzi and turns back to Sara. "Fucking pigs, really." She grins. Sara raises an eyebrow. "I don't want to do that to you for money."
Sara chuckled, "That so?" Tegan nods and grabs Sara's knee under the table. Sara licks her lips, telling herself to go through with it because Tegan's just so attractive. "I'll write about you. I have no idea how well that it will sell but I'll do it." Tegan giggles.
"Oh, it'll sell." Tegan tells Sara.
By the time they finish dinner, Tegan's ready to get Sara home. She wants her. How could she not? Sara's dreadfully attractive in that dress. It fits her body deliciously. Tegan gets up and lets Ross hold her until they get to the limo. All three of them get in. "Where's your hotel?" Tegan asks and pulls off the wig she's been wearing. She runs her hands through her short locks and Sara scoots closer to her. Ross makes a face. "Wow, you guys are that horny? Gross." Tegan winks at him.
"Yeah, no. We're not. That's a bit too fast, yeah?" Sara asks Tegan and she feels terrible for the obvious change in Tegan's body language. She's disappointed. Tegan nods, looking towards Ross again. "Yeah. Ross you want to come back to my house or…?" Tegan asks and Sara quickly grabs Tegan's waist and pulls her closer. "Wait, no. I'll take you back to my hotel." She says, pulling Tegan in her lap. Tegan grins and turns towards Sara, their lips inches away from each other. Sara breathes hard, smiling. Tegan's fucking beautiful and Sara will love to spend endless days with her. That's where Sara gets scared. She can see herself falling in love with Tegan.
They get to Sara's hotel and quickly get inside before anyone notices. They get up to Sara's hotel room and Tegan is pushed up against the door, instantly. There's this feeling between them. They're so enthralled with each other but neither of them will say it. Sara's lips leave dark marks all over Tegan's neck and collarbone. Tegan rips Sara's dress and pushes it down. Sara giggles, "Fuck. How much did this dress cost?" Tegan breathes hard, looking in Sara's eyes. She smiles and grabs Sara's waist, "I don't know… two grand?" Sara gasps and Tegan laughs. "You just ripped two grand!" Sara scolds Tegan, who laughs and takes her own dress off; both girls left in their underwear and bras. "No biggie." Tegan says against Sara's lips and pushes her hips against Sara's. Sara giggles and slides her thigh in between Tegan's thighs. She pushes up against Tegan's core and the two girls gyrate against each other desperately. Tegan moans loudly, pulling Sara closer. "Ugh, fuck meeeee." Tegan whines and tilts her head back. Tegan's voice makes Sara's pussy tingle, to bluntly put it. Sara's horny, incredibly horny and she wants nothing more than to get her core on Tegan's. She pulls away and grabs Tegan's hands, dragging her to the bed. She lies down and spreads her legs, pulling Tegan on top of her. Tegan sits on Sara's waist and cups her jawline, drawing her up into a kiss. Tegan's tongue feels wonderful in Sara's mouth and Sara raises her hips, kissing back just as frantically. There's a knock on the door and Sara pulls away from the kiss. "Go away!" She shouts and kisses Tegan again, firmer than before. The knock on the door is panicky and it makes Sara sigh. She pulls away and grabs the robe on the chair, pulling it on. "Get under the covers." She tells Tegan before going up to the door.
When she gets to the door, she sees the college boy from the other night standing there. "Can I come in?" He asks. Sara looks at him, "No." He groans, "Please, I need to talk to you."
"Who's at the door?" Tegan calls and the boy raises his eyebrows. "Who's in there?" He asks and Sara goes to shut the door, "None of your business. How did you even know where to find me?" He smiles, "I called your publisher." Sara sighs. "You have two minutes to tell me what you want." He smiles, "I uh… I wanted to talk to you about writing a book together." Sara rolls her eyes. "Not interested." He opens the door more and asks, "Not interested because you've got the hottest socialite in your bed or because you're generally, not interested?" Sara groans, "Not interested because I'm not interested. Now please, I was very busy."
He smiles, "Busy fucking the hot girl in your bed? Are you going to write about it?" Sara's shot with a writing idea but she holds it. "Here's a pad and pen, write your name and number on it. Slide it under the door and leave. I'll call you tomorrow and we'll talk." Sara shuts the door and turns around to see Tegan there, in her dress with her purse, ready to leave. "What? No!" Sara says and grabs Tegan's waist. "Come on, don't leave. I had no idea he was going to show up." Tegan chuckles, "That's cute. I've got to go, love. Alright?" Sara drops the robe and pulls off her bra quickly- in hopes that this would change Tegan's mind. "Please stay." She says. Tegan looks down at Sara's chest and giggles. "So precious." She kisses Sara's lips softly, dropping her purse and pulls Sara closer. Sara grins into the kiss and pulls Tegan's gown off. Tegan sits on the bed and pulls Sara on her lap, kissing her lips over and over.
The two make incredible love that night and Sara wants to keep doing it and doing it. So they do. They both cum a number of times and Sara's convinced that she's never had a better lay. So they wake up, holding each other. "You know…," Tegan starts "If we were at my house, I would make you a big breakfast." Sara giggles and kisses Tegan. "Yeah? I'd like that."