Chuck Bartowski was leaning against the railing of the balcony looking over the DC skyline and although he preferred the LA skyline. He was nursing a beer and wondering for the hundredth time why he was here, he and Bryce hadn't talked since graduating from Standford. If it hadn't been for a class being canceled, allowing him to return to their room, he wouldn't have caught Bryce trying to plant test answers under his bed. Bryce told him that it was for the best as Fleming was trying to recruit him to something, that Bryce wouldn't expand upon, and that Chuck needed to invalidate his last test in Fleming's class.

Despite his misgiving about this unknown project that Fleming wanted him for he brainstormed with Bryce and Fleming to make his test score disappear. Luckily, he did not need the test to pass the class and he was able to graduate with honors with a Bachelor of Science degree in electrical engineering.

He worked in Silicon Valley for a few years before starting his own computer software company called Carmichael Industries. It was still small as he still did most of the programming himself but he had about thirty other programmers working with him. They had created some educational software, security programs, and a few mobile video games, with a possible deal in the works for a triple-A game release shortly.

So, why was he here he keeps asking himself. The answer is that Bryce asked him to be there for his bachelor party and hopes to be there at the wedding the following week. Chuck couldn't help but notice that none of their frat brothers accepted the invitation, which didn't surprise him as many of the frat brothers had told him after graduation that Bryce was kind of an egotist. Likely Bryce invited him solely to show off his soon-to-be bride and brag about his high-paying accounting job. Ellie had tried to convince him not to go and simply send a gift but Chuck wasn't the type to not be there for an old friend.

There was no one there that Chuck knew and he suspected that Bryce didn't even know most of the guys there that well. Whoever Bryce had selected for his best men simply went the traditional route, which meant an exotic dancer. That was why Chuck was on the balcony kicking small pebbles around with his black Chuck Taylors. He should have listened to Ellie and just sent a gift but truth be told he needed a break from the office. He loved his work, and the programming energized him, but the duties of being the head of the company were wearing him out.

The door to the balcony opened then and he heard several women hooting and hauling, probably Bryce's soon-to-be bride's bachelorette party. He turned to see who was leaving the party and was struck by the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. The blonde goddess was wearing a strapless little black dress that ended mid-thigh with matching black heels. When she shut the door behind her, she took a breath with her head down and didn't notice him.

When she did, she blushed and it just made her look even more beautiful to Chuck that he couldn't form words. She began walking towards him and he internally panicked, what was he supposed to say to this vision of loveliness?

"Do you mind?" she asked nodding at the beer in his hand.

Unable to speak he offered the bottle to her and without even a thought, on her part, of cleaning the top off she brought it to her kissable lips.

"I need something other than the cocktails they have in there," she said after a generous swig of the beer and pointed back at the door she came from.

"Not a fan of cocktails?" he asked on reflex.

"Normally I am but the atmosphere was getting to me, too," she answered with a dazzling smile.

"What was it that drove you from what sounds like a happening party?" Chuck couldn't stop himself from asking.

"Who uses the word 'happening' anymore?" she let out a wonderful laugh, "They brought a stripper and I am not into that scene."

"You knock me for using 'happening' then you say 'into that scene', really." He pointed out.

"Your right. I'm sorry. I'm Sarah by the way." she offered her hand to shake.

"Charles but please call me Chuck." he accepted her hand.

"So, what brings you out on this balcony, Chuck?" she asked.

"Same reason as you," Chuck informed her.

"Stripper?" Sarah asked.

Chuck nodded and noticed that she clenched her fists for a split second before relaxing them. She handed back his beer and he took a swig of it. They stood there in silence for a couple of minutes but it wasn't uncomfortable. Chuck was debating rejoining the bachelor party but something made him feel bold enough to ask her if she would like for him to run in and grab a few beers for them. Sarah thought for but a moment then nodded her head. He smiled at her before dashing back inside to grab a six-pack of beers, half expecting her to be gone when he got back, but she was still there waiting for him.

She finished off the bottle he had left behind while going for a beer run and he opened two fresh bottles. A beer in his hands and one in her's he tilted the neck of the bottle out to her and she clinked her bottle with his.

Two hours and another beer run later they were still talking, which was full of laughter from Sarah that lit up her face. God Chuck loved the way she laughed and wanted nothing more than to keep her laughing for the rest of the night.

"You do not call your sister's boyfriend 'Captain Awesome'," she said after he regaled her with stories of his sister's live-in boyfriend.

"He is awesome at everything. Working out, heart surgery, and flossing." he was joking for the last one of course.

Sarah burst out laughing and placed her left hand on his chest, where he felt a rush of heat from her touch. When her laughter died down, she didn't move her hand from his chest and just looked up into his brown eyes. Her eyes were so blue he could have gotten lost in them, he wanted to kiss her so badly and was starting to believe she felt the same.

"Flossing? Really?" she asked.

"What until you meet him and you will understand." Chuck blurted out.

He couldn't believe he had just basically offered to introduce her to two of the most important people in his life. They had just met and he was thinking of such things, he hadn't even asked her out on a proper date and he wanted her to meet his family. What was wrong with him?

"Would I also meet the infamous Morgan, too?" she asked.

Chuck was dumbfounded was she thinking about flying to LA to visit him or was it wishful thinking on his part? Before he could think of what to say the door on the balcony began to open and Sarah grabbed him and pulled him to the nearest wall. When she was up against the wall, she reached her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss the likes of which he had never experienced. Chuck was so into the kiss that he barely heard the women say 'excuse me' before she went back inside.

A minute later they broke the kiss and just looked into each other's eyes both feeling the power that the kiss had. They crashed back into each other letting their hands explore the other's bodies as their tongues dueled in the sealed mouths. Chuck's left hand was caressing up and down Sarah's back as his right hand went to her left thigh climbing up her bare leg to the bottom of her dress. Sarah wrapped that leg around Chuck's waist to give his hand better access to her leg while her own hands began to work on undoing his belt.

So enraptured by this divine woman in his arms that he didn't notice what she was doing until he felt her hand wrap around his manhood. He broke the kiss to look down at what she was doing and saw that she was stroking him and seemed not to plan on stopping. When he looked up and into her eyes, he saw desire and although he wasn't an 'in public' kind of person he would be for Sarah.

With the hand that wasn't jerking him off went to the hem of her dress and started to hike it up more. Sarah then brought her new friend's rod to her panty-covered pussy, which was soaking wet by now, and slowly rubbed his manhood over her womanhood. After a minute of this, she slides her panties out of the way and made direct contact with her center with his rod.

Chuck was overwhelmed with the feeling of the head of his penis at the entrance to Sarah's vagina, she felt incredible and he hadn't even entered her yet. He looked into her endless blue eyes again to ask without a word if this was what she wanted, her answer was to pull him back into a passionate kiss. Knowing that she wanted this too, he slowly sank into her warm fold until his hips met her's and she let out a moan of pleasure.

"Sarah, are you okay?" he was concerned that he was hurting her.

"No, Chuck I have never felt better." she said with a coy smile, "Until you start fucking me with that big piece of man meat of yours."

Chuck wasted no time in pounding in and out of her to her squeals of delight. She was bouncing up and down on him as much as she could up against a wall but they found a rhythm. Chuck was peppering Sarah's neck with kisses as she ran her finger through his curly hair saying how good he was at fucking her. He was almost desperate to pull down the top of her dress and showed her breast with affection but didn't dare for fear of breaking whatever spell had captured them.

Finally, he felt himself expand inside of her and wanted to pull out of her but her legs shot up around his waist to prevent escape. When he did come inside of her, she tumbled into an orgasm of her own so strong that she latched onto his neck with her mouth. Her orgasm rocked both of them to the point that they both orgasmed again until he had emptied all of his seamen inside of her

They stayed connected for several minutes, as they recovered from their lovemaking. Sarah let he leg relax around him and he lowered her legs until they were firmly on the ground. She ran her hand along his neck stopping when she came a crossed the mark she had left on his neck from her mouth. Chuck for his part know he would have a hickey in the morning, which would be his first, and found that he didn't mind it at all. They spent the next few minutes fixing their clothes and smiling at each other.

"Next time we need to try that in a bed," Sarah said to him.

"Next time?" he asked in confusion. She could mean she wanted to continue to have sex with him.

"You didn't even get a chance to play with my breast and I know I want to see what is under that shirt of yours," she informed him of her future plans.

Fumbling with his pants from what she was saying the business card holder fell out of his pocket and landed at Sarah's feet. She hadn't pulled her dress back down into place yet and so she turned around in front of him to pick up the cardholder. She knew she was giving him a show as she bent down and the dress road up showing him her well fucked pussy with his seed dripping out of it. He groaned and she knew he was looking which pleased her as she took one of the cards from the case.

"I will have to look you up next time I'm in LA," she said as she tucked the card between the dress and her right breast.

Chuck watched as she fixed her dress and then walked, with a slight wobble in her legs, to the door. Before she went back inside, she winked at him and then blew him a kiss. He hoped that she was being serious about looking him up if she was in LA as that had been the best sex of his life.

When he went back in, he found the party over with Bryce handcuffed to the stripper with his mouth latched onto the sleeping woman's breast. Chuck was disgusted with Bryce but still helped wake the woman up and find her clothes so she could leave. Then he got Bryce onto his feet and helped him to a cab, where Chuck brought him to his hotel room to let the man sleep it off. All of the other party-goers had found their own ways home he figured.

He deposited Bryce into the room's chair and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. When he removed his shirt, he caught a whiff of Sarah's perfume on his shirt and vowed not to wash it until he saw her again to preserve the smell of her. Looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror he would swear he was glowing from his time with Sarah, then he saw the mark she left on his neck. That was definitely going to be a hickey in the morning.

Chuck when to bed with a big grin on his face and dreamed of Sarah all night long, not knowing that in an apartment not so far away Sarah was doing the same.

A/N I have not given up on 'The Grass is Always Greener' I just needed a break from it but will finish it, enjoy this story while you wait.