I've known Sarah for a number of years. She'd gone through a bit of a challenging start when she got pregnant at 17 but she and Robert decided to get married and make a go of it. Despite working two or three jobs at a time and raising a child, they both managed to make it into college. Robert pursued business and now worked in the world of investing. Sarah followed her passion and became a teacher. Another child had followed, but they'd planned that event. They had a daughter.

They moved into our neighborhood about 10 years ago and Sarah taught at the same school as my wife, Christine. Despite the fact that Sarah was many years younger, she and Christine became great friends and that extended to us spending social time with her and Robert. The girls enjoyed working on school projects together, outings to the spa, shopping, and a couple of vacation trips to Vegas. Robert and I were friendly but weren't what I would consider friends.

Over the years, we watched Sarah transform from being a slightly unsure girl to a woman of focus and direction. She took night and summer classes to get her Master's degree and was a real leader in the school. Now, at the age of 38, she was bright, a great mom, devoted teacher, and a beautiful person both inside and out. She stood about five foot six inches with long brunette hair and dark eyes.

This past spring, I relented to my wife's pestering and contracted the installation of a pool and hot tub in the back yard. Christine had wanted one for years but I never felt we could afford it or I just never got around to it. After it was installed, I couldn't believe I'd waited all those years. It quickly became a real focal point for us and for hosting social events - something Christine loved. Sarah would often come over with her children but Robert usually seemed to have something else planned and only visited once or twice.

With the start of a new school year, Christine and Sarah immersed themselves in teaching. Sarah's kids headed off to college. Our printing business ramped back up and, as usual, life outside of work became a little quieter. It was a familiar pattern and one we found satisfying.

Labor Day was upon us in the blink of an eye. Our son, CJ came from out of town to visit for the weekend and enjoy his mom's cooking. He was dating a new girl these days, but she was not able to join us. There was a big project on the go at her accounting firm and she was putting in long hours as well as time at weekends.
Christine loved having CJ visit. It was great to sit around the dinner table and enjoy family time. We talked about plans for Christmas and the holidays and a potential family ski trip to Colorado.

We planned on dinner at our house then desert with good friends of ours, Steve and Tina Miller. They were a couple we'd known for many years and they wanted a chance to visit with CJ before he left. They were fond of CJ and treated him as one of their family. So, after the table was cleared, we jumped in the car for the short drive to Casa Miller.

I barely remember the crash. A drunk driver ran a red light and smashed into the passenger side of our car. CJ was killed instantly but Christine lingered for a few days before she, too, succumbed to her injuries. Thankfully, I suppose, she never regained consciousness. To lose them both was absolutely devastating.

I suffered severe injuries as well. Family and friends helped out with settling a variety of tasks that needed to be handled. I started a physical rehab program hoping it would occupy my time and my mind, but I'm not sure it did either very well. I filed a wrongful death suit against the other driver hoping, I suppose, to claim a degree of revenge and ease my pain. In retrospect, I got the revenge I was looking for but the pain, the loss, remained.

As I'm sure many do, I tumbled into depression and self-pity. I stopped going to rehab. I did not go out. I did not encourage visitors. I watched a lot of TV, read a few books, and closed myself in. The financial settlement had left me in a comfortable position so I sold my printing business. I could not keep up with the physical or mental demands nor did I care to do so. Boredom eventually drove me out of the house. I did not venture very far, mind you. I would sit in the porch swing at the front of the house, watch the world go by, and think of better times.

I hadn't seen Sarah for several months. She phoned the house a few times to check on me but I always let it go to voice-mail. One evening, as had become part of my daily routine, I was sitting in the porch swing when Sarah strolled past, walking a spaniel of some kind. She smiled, waved and came over to talk. She told me it was a neighbor's dog and she was the designated walker. I laughed for the first time since... I could not recall.

We caught up on life for a few minutes and she told me she was glad to see me up and around. The dog got restless and she told me he was anxious to continue his walk but, before she left, she said she hoped to see me out doing more things.

After that, Sarah would pop by to say 'hi' and see if there was anything I needed. It was very kind of her and it was the first positive interactions I'd had with anyone in months. A couple of times she invited me to walk with her around the neighborhood but I declined.

Then she started running.

Evidently, a couple of the younger teachers at her school decided to enter two or three upcoming 10K runs and one of them made a comment about Sarah not being able to keep up. Sarah was competitive. Getting herself through college. Completing her Masters. Buying the house in our nice area. All of those fit into her drive to help provide a good life for her and her family. All it took was for someone to say they didn't think Sarah could do something - and she set out to prove them wrong. So, Sarah was now a runner and she was determined to do it well.

For whatever reason, she decided that I would make a good running partner. When she first asked me to go with her, I basically laughed. I was at least thirty pounds overweight, poorly motivated, and enjoying my reclusive life. She begged, pleaded, and cajoled me into agreeing to at least try it for a couple of weeks. I figured "What the hell," it wouldn't kill me.

We started slowly - more for my sake than hers. Sarah would swing by after work, kick my butt to get going, and we would head out. We would walk a bit and run a bit. Sarah pushed and encouraged, goaded and teased. As the days passed, I started to gain more energy until I could keep up with her... well, for at least most of the way. For Sarah, she had gained a running partner. For me, I gained a trainer and a therapist. I started losing weight, gained some energy and took a renewed interest in life.

We talked about a lot of things when we ran. Family. Aspirations. Goals. Frustrations. It gave me some insight into the world of Sarah. On the outside, things seemed pretty successful but her life at home was less and less satisfying. Her kids were away at school and Robert seemed to be working longer hours and showed less interest in spending time with Sarah. Our running time was an opportunity for her to vent, to be a little vulnerable, to distance herself from issues or problems, and just focus on enjoying the moment.

As summer approached and the days grew longer, Sarah started hanging around my house after our run. Many times we would grab a beer, sit on the patio by the pool and just talk. She told me I needed to get busy and clean up the pool and hot tub so she could go for a swim. After the accident, I'd ignored upkeep on the pool and it was definitely in need of some attention.

I apologized for the lack of amenities at 'The Resort' and told her she would have to make do with things until management decided to improve the facilities. Sheepishly, after she brought it up, I decided to call a pool company and have them get it ready to go.

The pool guys arrived bright and early Friday morning and the transformation was amazing. In a few hours, the pool house, the hot tub and the pool were looking good: the water sparkling and ready for action.

That evening, I met Sarah on the front sidewalk before we headed out for our run. I didn't even hint at the fact that the pool was ready. I figured I would save that news as a surprise for her at day's end. We took a path that included a number of hills and we were both pretty wrung out at the finish. We walked into the house, I grabbed us a couple of beers, and we headed for the back yard to unwind. When Sarah saw the pool, she just turned to me and with a wry smile said, "Well gee, it took you long enough, dumbass." For some reason, I blushed.

We sat and drank beer and dangled our feet in the hot tub and chatted about nothing in particular. After Sarah left, I put on a suit, swam a few laps and then relaxed in the hot tub. It was the best I had felt, mentally and physically, for a long time.

We added Saturday runs to our routine. We could do more miles and Sarah had no need to worry about work. If we went late morning, we could spend more time relaxing by the pool. Swimming, drinking frosty beverages. Or just doing not much of anything. I didn't really think anything of it other than Sarah was a great friend to hang out with.

As summer progressed, some kind of change swept through Sarah's life and we went through a period where she became less talkative. I was not sure if she had troubles at work or at home but I didn't want to push the issue. I figured that, if she wanted my opinion, she would ask. She never revealed what unsettled her but I was relieved when her mood lifted and her light-hearted attitude returned. She became more free spirited and playful. My friend was back. Whatever had been on her mind, she seemed to have resolved the issue and was moving ahead with renewed vigor.

Sometimes men can be slow on the uptake about things. I was no exception. It took me a while to notice but the running toned Sarah's body. She was fit and lean and she was taking efforts to show off her new style. Instead of the baggy shirts and gym shorts she'd started with, she would show up in sleek, form-fitting running outfits. She brought swim suits to the house and, at first, they were reasonably conservative - the ones that don't embarrass the wearer or observers. However, I guess I started paying attention when she began popping out of the pool house in cute and revealing bikinis.

Her conversations also took a turn towards the more risqué and flirty to go along with the swimwear. It seemed like she was searching for topics that were racy or scandalous and she tried her best to embarrass me. For example, the topic came up of a recent news story where a high school English teacher was charged with seducing one of her students. Sarah coyly asked me if that wasn't most boys' dream.

Without really thinking, I winked and said, "Well, if they were as hot as you, definitely."

She smiled and casually said, "Well, if they were as handsome as you, they might just get their wish."

The next day, Saturday she arrived for our late-morning run. We took one of the easier trails and caught up on news, work, scandals and trivia. When we got back to the house, I grabbed some snacks, a couple of drinks, put on a swimsuit and headed for the pool area. Sarah disappeared into the pool house to change. When she stepped out into view, my mouth dropped open. Her swimsuit was one of those men dream about. It seemed to consist only of three small triangles of liquid black body paint. I just stared as she made her way to one of the chaise lounges, dropped a towel and bag beside it, and sat.

With a coquettish tone, she turned her head toward me and said, "Oh, Pool Boy, would you fetch me a drink?"

I'm not sure exactly how long I stood there open mouthed, but I snapped out of my reverie when she repeated her request. "Hey, Pool Boy, I asked you if you would fetch me a drink."

I decided to play along and assumed my best Pool Boy persona. I grinned and said, "Yes, Ma'am. Right away, Ma'am."

I believe she was pretty satisfied with my reaction, but part of me wanted to go smack her on the ass for being such a tease. I shuffled my way to her lounger and put the snacks and drinks on the small table beside her.

"Will there be anything else, Ma'am?" 

I swear she giggled before she languidly waved me away and said, "No, if I need anything, I'll let you know."

The sight of her tight body in that tiny bikini put me into a state of arousal. I decided to jump in the pool and swim a few laps to cool down. I wasn't sure I wanted to be wandering around the deck or sitting in a chair with the front of my swim trunks bulged out like a horny schoolboy. My dick was starting to calm down when Sarah called, "Oh, Pool Boy. Could you give me a hand, please?"

I made my way up the pool stairs, sidled over to Sarah's lounger, and asked, "Yes, Ma'am, what can I do for you?"

She was now lying face down on the lounger. The strings holding the top of her bikini were undone. As I came up beside her, she simply pointed to a bottle of sunscreen on the table beside her and said, "Well, the sun is awfully hot today and I don't want to burn, so I was wondering if you'd be so kind as to spread some sunscreen on me."

I wasn't quite sure what to make of the moment. Here was my running buddy asking me for what was an intimate favor. Maybe all she was doing was asking me to put some lotion on her, but in the outfit she was wearing, there was a lot of exposed area that would need lotion.

Part of me was like "Hell, yeah," but part of me was unsure of how to proceed. It seemed we were about to change the dynamics of our relationship and I was somewhat caught off guard. I definitely wanted some clarification before I made any wildly incorrect assumptions.

"Well, Ma'am," I said, trying not to sound flustered, "we do try to honor all client requests here at The Resort. And I'm certainly capable, but... uh, I think I need a little more information under the current circumstances. Could you help me understand the context here? The rules of engagement?"

Breaking character, I said, "Sarah, I'm not sure it would be altogether proper for me to rub lotion on you. Are you sure you want me doing this?"

She rolled over and sat up, holding her bikini top in place with one arm. With her other hand, she removed her sunglasses and stared intently into my eyes.

"Jake, I have come to some realizations. I like my professional life. I love and am proud of my children. Robert and I are together but not really together. His interests are more focused on his job and his buddies at work. That's what seems to drive him and maybe satisfy him. He told me a few weeks ago he has asked for an international assignment. He believes it will be good for his career. He told me I don't need to quit my job. That I should stay here. That he'll be gone for three months at a time and it won't be that big of a deal. 

"We talked. I tried to tell him that I needed him. That there was more I want to do... that we could do together, but he is not interested. He hasn't touched me in months and that's not likely to change. I struggled with a lot of personal questions and their implied consequences and I am convinced there is more to my life than just work and sitting alone in an empty home while my husband works his life away. 

"I believe people deserve to be happy. I want to do things. I want to try things that I haven't tried before. I want to take a few risks because I can now. I have reconciled my moral position and I am comfortable in my own skin. I feel confident. I feel balanced. I feel healthy. I love my renewed body."

And then she paused and bit her bottom lip for a moment. She bowed her head, looking down. "I want to do and try things with this body, Jake.

And, frankly, I would like to do them with you."

And then she rejoined my gaze.

"You have been a perfect gentleman for many months. You are respectful and supportive and fun and understanding and I don't know whether I want to thank you or scream at you. Since I reached my 'moment of enlightenment,' I've been trying to flirt with you. Obviously I'm not the greatest seductress but I've been trying to get you talking about intimate things. You, damn you, have been my polite and well-mannered friend. 

"Today, for the first time, I think I got your attention with this outfit. I have been lying here feeling exposed and alive and thinking dirty thoughts and squirming and wondering what I would have to do to get you engaged. 

"So, Jake, yes. I am sure I want you to do this. I want to feel your hands on me. I have wanted you to do this for a while now. If this bikini didn't do it, I was just going to assume you were gay and it was never going to happen. Is that clear enough for you, Jake?"

At that she dropped her arm and exposed her breasts to me. They were, quite simply, gorgeous. She had small, light-brown areolas and beautiful stiff nipples. She sat like that for a moment and let me stare. Then she rolled over to lie back down.

"Your move, Pool Boy," was all she added.

"I... uh... lotion... right," I stammered. She was all but laughing at me knowing the hopeless position she'd put me in.

I think you could have knocked me over with a feather at that point and my mind raced to catch up to the moment. This was the kind of situation young boys dream about. But it was not a situation I ever expected to be a part of. After Christine died, I was not in the habit of sitting and thinking about other women. But I was sure thinking about one now, a point to which the hardness in my swim trunks would attest!

It didn't take long for me to consider and reconcile my philosophical position. As a proud member of The Resort staff, it was my duty to serve the clientele - or at least that is what I was going to write in my memoirs!

Back in character, I collected myself, picked up the bottle of lotion, and said, "Ma'am, it would give me great pleasure to accommodate your request."

I squirted some of the lotion into the palm of my hand, rubbed my hands together, and decided to start with her shoulders and back. He skin was smooth and warm under my gliding hands. I worked down the middle of her back to her bikini bottom and then up her sides. I felt her tense as my fingers slid slowly along the outside of her boobs and I worked those curves a little longer, enjoying her reaction.

Now it was time to pay attention to her lovely legs. I got more lotion and applied it to her calves and ankles. Her legs, like the rest of her, were sleek and firm. In a not-so-subtle gesture, I raised her right foot from the lounger and brought it to my mouth. Gently, I kissed her from the heel and across the instep. Then I slid my tongue between her first two toes and gave a few playful licks, simulating what was to come.

Sarah groaned a little and squirmed.

"God, Jake, you are making me crazy here."

I smiled, a wry smile, and told her she better strap in because there was more where that came from.

I lay her foot back down and grabbed some more lotion. I started above her calves and worked my way up her legs to her gorgeous ass. I massaged the sunscreen into each cheek and then moved my hands between her thighs. She spread her legs to give me easier access. I teased around her bikini bottom and brushed lightly against her pussy. She groaned again. I saw her ass muscles clench and release and her hips begin a rhythmic motion.

In her tiny bikini, it was pretty obvious she was either very good at shaving or was a fan of waxing. No hair was visible. Just smooth skin and the puffy outline of her pussy lips straining at the fabric.

"You know, it would be a shame to get lotion on this bikini. I'm worried that it might stain," I said, suggesting their removal.

She raised her hips a bit from the lounger and said, "Please do."

I quickly wiped my hands on a towel, undid the ties at her waist, pulled the bikini away and placed it on the table.

I now had a clear view of Sarah's intimate region and it was beautiful. He outer lips were puffing out, her inner lips were pink and wet, and her clit was peeking out. I cupped her with my hand and ran my middle finger up and down the cleft of her pussy. She moaned and squirmed as I found her clit and started rubbing it in circles. She spread her legs a bit more to give me easier access and lifted her bottom.

Her back arched. Hands gripped the sides of the lounger. Ass in the air. My hand on her beautiful pussy. The look was intoxicating.

"Do you like that?" I asked. "Do you like what I'm doing?"

She whimpered a bit and I got a quiet, "Uh huh."

With my free hand I fondled her ass. I could feel Sarah move gently in time with my attentions. She was clearly enjoying this. Her face was buried in the towel she was lying on. Her breathing quickened and I could see her body tense. Little grunts of pleasure and satisfaction were the only sounds coming from her. I stopped my finger circles and lined up two fingers with the opening of her pussy.

I heard a muffled, "Oh, God," as I thrust into her.

Slowly, I stroked my fingers in and out. Sarah rocked back and forth on her knees matching my tempo. My fingers pushed deep into her. On a whim, I spanked her gently with my free hand and she groaned. I knew this woman was going to be an adventuresome playmate. 

She was hot and wet. With every stroke of my fingers I could see her hands clench the sides of the lounger. She would hold her breath a little, just waiting for the next stroke, the next level of excitement. I picked up the pace, trying to send Sarah over the edge and finally I heard a muffled, "Oh... fuck," and I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my fingers as she came.

Sarah rolled onto her side to face me and said, "God, that was nice. I feel all relaxed and tingly at the same time."

Her face was flushed. Her breathing was shallow. She had that glow. I was not done with her.

I grabbed her hand and virtually dragged her into the house. When we got to the bedroom I pressed her up against the wall and kissed her as passionately as I could. Our tongues locked into a carnal dance. My hands roamed her body. I wanted to touch her. All of her. I wanted to feel her. I wanted to know every curve.

I teased and pinched her nipples. They were hard and sensitive. Sarah responded with moans to my touch. I broke away from our kiss and took one of her nipples in my lips. I sucked and licked and nibbled. I could not get enough of her.

I grabbed her wrists and held her arms up, against the wall. With my left hand I pinned them there and my with my right hand I caressed her side, her belly, and then her pussy. I played with her swollen pussy lips, teasing her. When I found her hard button, I pinched it gently and rolled it between my fingers. Her knees almost buckled.

I kissed her again - with urgency. She met me kiss for kiss. If there is a Richter Scale for arousal, we had exceeded its limits.

I grabbed Sarah around the waist and carried her to the bed. I set her down and then stood before her for a moment. I bent and kissed her cheek and whispered, "I am going to eat your pussy now. And I am going to make you cum."

I stood and looked her. Sarah's eyes were wide with anticipation, lust, and longing.

Quickly, I knelt between her legs. I propped her thighs up on my shoulders and planted a series of kisses on her pussy. Frenetically, I licked, and kissed, and sucked. I wanted Sarah to cum. I wanted her to cum hard. I wanted her to cum quickly. There would be other times with a relaxed pace and tender seduction, but not at this moment.

I did all that I could with my lips and tongue. I slid two fingers inside her. She groaned. Her hips bucked. Her head thrashed back and forth. I stayed focused on my task. I was going to get Sarah off and I was not going to be denied. She grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me against her. She moaned as the feelings in her built. Over and over I heard, "Oh, please. Oh, please." And then, "Oh, fuuuuuuck."

Orgasm took her.

Sarah's legs clamped around my head. Her body heaved. She sat upright and clenched me to her. Spasms rocked her body. She trembled. She held her breath. She shuddered. She whimpered.

And then she was still.

When she finally uncoiled herself from around me, she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, quietly, and passionately.

"Jake, that was amazing," was all she said before she collapsed back onto the bed.

Silly girl. She thought we were done.

"I'm glad you liked it. Don't go anywhere; I am just heading to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers. I'll be right back." 

"Okay."

When I returned, Sarah had scooted herself up to the head of the bed with her very tousled hair cascading onto one of the pillows. He face was still flushed from her orgasm. She looked beautiful.

I handed her one of the beers and she took a long drink.

"God, Jake, do you know how long it's been since I've cum that hard?"

She closed her eyed and smiled. I think she wanted to make sure the experience was etched permanently in her memory.

I drained my beer, put the bottle on the night stand and sat beside her on the bed. I had been successful in getting Sarah to cum twice but I wasn't done with her yet. I reached over and stroked her hair, her face, and ran a finger over her lips. Then I bent over and kissed her. It was a slow, wet kiss. There was no need for the same frantic pace we had just enjoyed. These were kisses to be savored. He mouth was soft and her tongue was playful.

I shifted a little and kissed her on the forehead. Then I kissed her cheek, nibbled her earlobe, and then licked my way down her neck. I could taste the saltiness of her skin and it was delicious. I kissed and licked and nibbled and nuzzled. Sarah moaned softly and I could feel her begin to squirm. I lay down beside her and pulled her face to meet me in another kiss.

"I want you on top of me, Sarah."

"What do you have in mind?" she asked devilishly.

"Let's just play it by ear."

I helped Sarah to sit astride me, cowgirl-style. She reached down, took my cock in her hand, and shifted herself in preparation for me to enter her pussy but I stopped her. She looked at me, somewhat perplexed, but I grabbed her wrists, held them by my sides, and said, "Just slide back and forth. You'll get the idea."

Her pussy was soft and smooth and slick and felt fabulous against my cock. I softly pressed up against her as she moved and we fell into a slow, coordinated rhythm. "I've never tried this before," Sarah said quietly. "I hope that feels as good for you as it does for me." It was my turn to grunt my appreciation.

I put my hands on her hips and pulled her against me. I pushed myself up against her to increase the friction. Sarah added some side-to-side motion to the movement of her hips and the sensation was amazing. My cock was as hard as I could ever remember as this beautiful woman masturbated me with her pussy. As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted to prolong the pleasure even more.

Firmly, I grabbed Sarah's hips and rolled her to the side. She pretended to pout a little but I assured her we weren't done. I stood beside the bed and chuckled to myself. It certainly hadn't been a consideration when I purchased this bed a few years earlier, but it just so happened that it was a perfect height for some of my favorite sexual positions.

I pulled Sarah to the edge of the mattress. I held her lovely legs in a vertical position with her ankles crossed. I kissed and licked along one of her calves and then I moved into position and rubbed the head of my shaft up and down the lips of her pussy. Sarah lay there, wide-eyed and breathless.

Anticipation is a wonderful drug.

I love those first moments of penetration. It is such an intimate event when people surrender to lust and desire and passion. It is a moment of surprise and submission and connection. It is magical.

With a quiet thrust of my hips, the head of my cock slid between her moist pussy lips. I kept up the slow, gentle push until I could go no deeper. Sarah's back was arched and her eyes were closed. She bit her bottom lip and squirmed beneath me as her body adjusted to the sensations and pressure. I held myself in place, not moving, just enjoying the thrill of being inside this lovely woman.

Sarah opened her eyes and looked at me with a combination of intensity and lust.

"Fuck me," was all she said.

At that moment, there was nothing else I would rather have done.

I began with a series of long, slow strokes. I was going to take my time with this. When climax came, I wanted to leave her breathless, and speechless, and overwhelmed. I could feel Sarah's body resist every withdrawal and surrender to every thrust. In her position, she had very little leverage and it was relatively easy for me to control the pace. All I had to do was resist my own urges to rush.

She was very wet by this time and I could feel her muscles constrict and pulsate around my shaft. Softly, she moaned and whimpered and she wriggled her hips in gentle undulations to match my thrusts. Her eyes were shut. Her hands were clutching at the bed cover. Her head rolled gently back and forth. Her breathing was shallow. There was a look on her face of intense concentration. She was absolutely beautiful.

Bit by bit I increased the pace. I heard her whisper, "Uh huh" over and over. She would hold her breath at times and her entire body would tense and relax. I could tell that she was close to coming. It was riveting to watch her reactions and recognize the fascinating emotional and physical struggle in which she was engaged.

Part of me wanted her to relent. I wanted her to surrender to the inevitable. And yet, another part of me was spellbound by the captivating scene playing out in front of my eyes. I wanted to know how far we could take this. How far she would dare to prolong her pleasure?

Sweat glistened on Sarah's beautiful body. Her eyes were clenched tightly. I began to flex my knees as I thrust into her so the movement was now inwards and upwards, lifting her slightly off the bed each time. She clutched her breasts in her hands and squeezed her nipples - hard.

Finally, she reached her limit. "Oh. Oh... Ohhhh..." was followed by a deep, "Unnnggghhh," as she came. Sarah's whole body seemed to quiver and shake. Muscles clenched and released as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. I pumped into her a few more times and then was still. Her legs squeezed tightly together and she held her breath as the last spasms of her orgasm rocked her. Her breathing resumed and it was shallow and quick. I eased out of her and lowered her legs gently to the bed. She lay still for several moments.

It was one of the most intensely satisfying sexual experiences of my life.

'Good God, Jake. Where did you learn to do that?"

I grinned and replied, "Middle School." Then I added, "I really don't know where that came from. It was completely spontaneous. And you were amazing."

Sarah blushed, and smiled.

"Come and lie with me," she invited. And I did.

We lay together for quite some time. Sarah snuggled against me and it was wonderful to hold her. Few words were spoken. None were really necessary. I smiled to myself. Dear diary, I thought, this is going to be a hell of a ride.