Night at the West residence (Part 1).

The mental exhaustion of the day combined with the time I spent in the sauna should’ve helped me fall asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. However, my mind and heart were racing too quickly.

I was laying on a bed that wasn’t my own, in the house of one of my girlfriends. The guest room was small, with only a bed, a night table and a closet. It was on the first floor while the bedrooms of all the West family were on the second floor.

At 1:00 am I was still turning from one side to the other, eyes closed, ready to fall asleep but unable to. I had never, EVER stayed at a friend’s house. No, wait, I did spend the night at Thomas’ house on his birthday, but I don’t feel like that counts. It wasn’t like I stayed there to hang out with him. I stayed there because… Well, you remember. This time, though, at Sarah’s house, I had spent more time with her and her family, playing with her siblings, talking with her parents… It was fun. They were all really nice to me. Sarah had a great family.

I just had to relax and sleep. I didn’t have to work that next day, and there really wasn’t a reason to be uncomfortable here. If anything, it was probably the excitement that was keeping me awake.

I remained quiet, still. Sleep was taking me ever so slowly. And as I was in the odd state between consciousness and unconsciousness, the sound of steps brought me back. They were close. They were… coming towards me?

I kept my eyes on the door, my heart racing faster and faster as I waited. Then, with my eyes accustomed to the dark, I saw the knob turn and the door open. Sarah came in, wearing a small, tight purple camisole with thin straps and black, lacy panties.

“S-Sarah? What are you…” I asked in whispers, baffled.

“Make space for me!” she whispered back, moving closer towards the bed.

I couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. It was crazy and risky, but goddammit did it make me happy. I scooted to the other edge of the single bed and Sarah got under the covers with me.

She grabbed my face and pulled me into a long, deep kiss, fiercely entangling her tongue with mine. I held her slender, lithe body close to me with suddenly reawakened need.

Sarah broke the kiss, but stayed close enough that our foreheads were touching. She stared into my eyes and I stared into hers, both of us with giddy grins.

“I was ready to wake you up if you were asleep,” she told me.

“Are you sure you should be here?” I asked.

“Oh? I can go back to my room if you don’t want me here,” she told me, causing me to hold onto her tighter. She laughed softly. “See? I can play that card too. But don’t worry. I know my family’s nightly routine like the back of my hand. My dad already went to the bathroom for the last time and my siblings are scared of coming to the first floor at night.”

I swallowed. “Look, I’m happy you’re here,” I told her, rubbing her naked arm. “But if your family finds us… I don’t want to screw this up.”

Sarah burrowed her face on my chest and sighed. “I don’t want that either, but…” She held and pulled on my T-shirt. “It was a strange day. Do you have any idea how much I had to hold back today? Oliver, I…” She swallowed, too, and slowed down. “I know I introduced you only as a friend, but you’re still my boyfriend. You’re not… the first boyfriend I’ve introduced them to.”

I felt my chest chilling with the sudden hit of an uncomfortable feeling.

“I know, I know. Not your favorite topic,” she quickly said. “But it’s important because… You’re the first one they approve of.”

Okay, I had to admit that got rid of the uncomfortable feeling. “But we didn’t tell them we’re dating. How can they approve of me?”

“Oliver, baby, they invited you to stay the night. You talked all night with my parents and played with my brothers and sister. Even my siblings love you. You won my entire family over in a single day.”

I smiled sheepishly. “I don’t think I did anything special.”

“It… probably helped that my previous boyfriends weren’t… the most polite of people.” Ah. So in comparison I look like a saint? Well, I’ve been learning that sometimes we have to take the victories we can get. “But it’s not just that,” Sarah continued. “It caught me completely by surprise how good you are with kids, and my parents noticed, too. I never doubted that you’d get along with them, but I was terrified that Cole, Violet and/or Robert would hate you for whatever reason.” She snuggled closer. “I call them brats, and they kinda are brats sometimes, but… It means a lot to me that you took the time to play with them.”

“They’re good kids,” I told her, kissing her forehead. “And I can tell they really look up to you. They don’t want a stranger taking you away from them.”

Sarah chuckled. “I think you might be Violet’s first crush, baby.”

My jaw dropped in horror. “Please don’t joke.”

“Oh, relax. Everyone has a crush on that one person who’s older than them. I used to have a crush on Alice’s brother, you know? It goes away eventually.”

“I don’t think I ever had a crush on an older girl.”

Sarah chuckled again. She sighed contently and we cuddled in silence for a while. We let our hands roam freely, caressing each other, groping without restrain. Sarah sneaked her hands under my t-shirt and rubbed my abs while I squeezed her butt. My dick was getting harder and it began to poke her thigh. She didn’t mind, nor made any comments on it. Instead, she sighed again with a smile.

“I really haven’t made a single wrong choice regarding you. You’ve made sure of that.”

“Don’t you think it’s a bit too early for you to be making those declarations?”

“You’d either have to suddenly become the world’s stupidest man or have the most unexpected face-heel turn ever to do something I couldn’t forgive with enough time.”

“Don’t give me that much power. It’s scary to have,” I told her jokingly.

Her response was no joke, however. She pecked my lips and said, “It’s not up to me anymore. When we met, I only wanted a bit of fun, a wild memory to share with my best friends. I didn’t expect to find my ideal man.”

“Sarah…”

“I know it’s too soon to say that. Believe me, I tell myself that every day. But I can’t help it.” She cupped my cheek and lightly pressed her nose against mine. “You have more of me than I ever thought I’d let anyone have. You make me feel safe, even when I know you’re seeing other girls. I’ve told you I like it, I’ve told you it turns me on, but even if it didn’t, I feel like I’d still rather share you than not have you. Oliver… You seriously made me yours. And I want to be yours. I want to be your woman, ready to please you at a moment’s notice, ready to support you when you need me, because you make me feel sure that, even if there are other girls, you’ll do the same for me.”

Those words were as much a relief as they were a burden. A burden I had accepted long ago already.

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