Tucking Sarah In

We drove through the small town in silence, Sarah in the back seat murmuring to herself as I made my way through the tiny subdivision on the outside of town. A small speed bump resulted in soft gibberish and then I turned into her driveway, turning the truck off and letting out a sigh. "So how do you want to do this? Just carry her into the house, get her in her pajamas and then head home?" I ask before sliding out of the truck. Becka does likewise, giving a shrug. "Sounds like a good enough plan, though didn't you move out of your place? Due to...you know...what happened today?" "Yeah, there is that. I guess I have to start looking at hotels that I can stay at till I find an apartment," I sigh as I open the back door. I grab Sarah, pulling her out and trying as gently as I can toss her over my shoulder and head to the front door. Becka closes the door behind me, hurrying to the front door and unlocking it with the keys I toss her, opening it and stepping aside. I make my way through the messy house to the back bedroom and lay her down on the bed. It ry to stand up but she wraps her arms around my neck, nestling into my chest while murmuring softly. I chuckle, squeezing out from her arms and start the process of getting her undressed by taking off her boots. "It's been awhile but this isn't the first time I've had to do this..." I suddenly realized Becka was watching me, knowing what she was thinking. I was a guy that was just a friend about to take off her clothes when Becka, girl, was standing right there. "Do you want to do this?" I ask, self conscious of my actions. Becka makes her way across the room, grabbing a boot, "How about I help you, she is a big girl and I'm sure I would have one hell of a time getting her dressed," she says, trying to take away my embarrassment. I undo her buckle and pants, pulling them down to reveal a black, lacy thong. In the back of my mind, I remember hearing somewhere women wear stuff like that when they think they're going to get lucky or something. Becka startles me by speaking up, saying my thoughts as if she was reading my mind. "Oooohhh, por girl. I think she was going home with some cowboy tonight or something." I just grin as grab a pair of shorts that looked clean off the floor, pulling them up her thick legs to hide such a intimate space. I get to work sitting her up, letting Becka undo her blouse and pulling it over her head to reveal a matching bra. "Help me take this off, these type of bras are so uncomfortable to sleep in, I don't want her to wake up with a back ache. I steady her body with a arm wrapped around her as I use one hand to unclasp the back, getting a knowing smirk from Becka as it falls loose, releasing Sarah's mountainous mellons loose. Becka shimmys a Tshirt over her body, struggles to pull her arms through. Finished, I lay her on her side and lay the blanket over the top of her and stand up letting out a sigh of accomplishment. Before leaving the room and closing the door, I kiss her gently on the forehead and flick on the fan, knowing that how she likes to sleep. As we walk back down the hall, Becka heads I to the kitchen. "You want a beer? I need a beer after that workout." I ponder what I should do, knowing she was just trying to keep me there. "Yeah, I'll guess. I have one before hitting the road." "Why don't you just stay here, we have a couch. I'm sure that's what Sarah would want, it's seems you two take really good care of each other. I don't remember the last time a guy kissed my forehead goodnight not expecting anything in return."