Serendipity Ch. 01

She giggled into the phone. "Don't be, Darren. Relax. It's work. I'm pretty sure you'd rather hang out with me than with Mr. Preston-Brewer, but I understand that you don't have a choice. We can reschedule. And hell, if you get done at a decent hour, give me a call. I stay up late and we can still hang out. Lasagna reheats pretty well."

"So you're not mad?"

"Disappointed? Hell yeah. Mad? Not so much."

"Thank you, Haley."

"You're welcome. Now, go, get your work done so you can still come over before your curfew."

He smiled for the first time that day, "Yes, ma'am."

He pulled up in front of the building. It was a plain, blocky building. It looked new, but overall unremarkable. He pulled out his phone again and looked at the display. It was almost midnight, but he hit the recall button anyway.

"Hello?" came Haley's voice through the phone.

"Hey, beautiful," he said. He had not meant to say it; it just came out.

"Hey," she said. He could tell from her voice that she was smiling. "What are you up to?"

"I just got finished having the third worst workday ever."

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said earnestly.

"Me too," he sighed. He hesitated for a few seconds before he went on, "That thing you said earlier, about me still coming over if I got off at a decent hour – does this count as decent? I really want to see you."

"Oh, honey, this is still early for me."

"So can I come over?"

"Damn skippy."

"Great. Well, buzz me up or whatever you do in this building. I'm outside."

She chuckled, "Okay. Come on up – it's three-oh-four."

He parked the car and walked inside the building, easily finding her apartment on the third floor. He knocked on the door and it was open before his arm fell back to his side.

"Welcome, welcome," Haley said, standing back to let him come inside. She was wearing a pair of slate gray running shorts and a crimson sweatshirt with a large white script A on the front. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was barefoot.

"I hope I'm not bothering you," he said, stepping inside. "I just had a shitty day and I wanted to see you."

"You're not bothering me, Darren. If I was busy, I'd have told you no. I'd have gotten all dolled up for you, but you didn't give me much notice," she said, winking at him. "I was just up grading papers," she offered as she led the way into the living room. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"Sure. What do you have?"

"Water, orange juice, Diet Dr. Pepper, Riesling, and Maker's Mark."

"Maker's Mark?"

"I'm from Alabama, Darren. Whiskey comprises a large portion of my diet."

"After today, I deserve it."

"Coming right up, then," she said sweetly.

Haley busied herself pouring drinks and Darren shed his coat, draping it over the back of an armchair, then he settled himself into the soft beige couch and looked around the periwinkle living room. He realized that he did not know Haley particularly well at this point, but looking around her apartment, itfeltlike her. The greens, blues and purples on the walls oozed her easy trendiness, and the plush rug and cushy furniture were warm and inviting. There was a soft aroma of sandalwood and cinnamon wafting through the apartment, barely there but totally at home. There were silver picture frames on every surface not covered in books. He leaned forward and picked up a frame, examining the picture inside. It was Haley, wearing only a crimson string bikini, and three guys wearing swimming trunks on the beach. Haley was posing dramatically with a bocce ball in both hands.

"That's not some weird seaside gang-bang," she offered, standing over him. He put down the picture and took the glass she was holding out to him. She bent down and picked up the frame, pointing from left to right, "Greg, Adam, me and Mark. They're my brothers. And I own them at bocce."

"You're the only girl?" Darren asked, sitting back and sipping his whiskey, happy for once to be talking about her rather than just to her.

"Yep. I'm the baby girl."

"They're not going to jump out of the closet and beat my ass for being alone with their sister, are they?" he asked jokingly.

Haley smiled, "No. Mark's a Marine, so he could, but he's in Japan. Greg's wife would kill him for setting a bad example for the kids. And Adam smokes too much pot to beat anyone up. He just wants to cuddle and smoke."

"They run the gamut."

"That's how the Payne family rolls," she said, taking a long swig of her drink.

"Damn, girl," Darren said.

She smiled again, "I am a talented drinker."

"I see. Fuck."

Haley giggled, "So what about you, Mr. Darren? Where do you hail from? And what's your last name anyway? I probably should have asked thatbeforeI invited you into my house," she said amusedly, shaking her head.

"It's Jemison. And I'm from St. Louis."

"Go Rams," Haley said over the rim of her glass, eyes twinkling.

"Damn right, go Rams. And Cardinals."

"Not so much Blues?"

"No, not so much Blues. I don't do hockey much," he said, standing up to take off his blazer.

"Good for you. High five," she said, raising her hand.

He high-fived her as he sat back down and shook his head.

"What?" she asked, sipping more bourbon.

"You dress like a model and you look like a model, but you shoot whiskey, you know all of the sports teams from a city you're not from...and you have an xbox," he pointed to the entertainment center under the TV.

"I have to play Madden on something," she said defensively.

"And you fucking play Madden," he added, shaking his head.

She grinned at him, obviously amused. "Are you wondering if I have a penis? Because if so, you can just ask me."

"Do you?"

She dissolved into a fit of laughter, "No, Darren. I am the proud owner of an '80's model vagina. But thank you for asking."

"You just aren't...like other women. Not the ones I've met anyway."

"You haven't met the right women then."

"Obviously."

She reached out and took his tie in her hands. He looked at her, puzzled, as she proceeded to loosen it the rest of the way. She pulled it over his head and tossed it across him into the armchair where he had tossed his blazer moments before. "You were still overdressed," she said, leaning back again.

"Thanks for fixing it for me," he said, holding up his glass.

She leaned forward and clinked the bottom of the bottle against the side of his glass, "Anytime, dear."

They drank whiskey and talked until late into the night. She made eye contact when he spoke to her and he was caught up in the magic of her eyes. Her laugh was all consuming, like some kind of drug. Every time she started, he never wanted it to stop. When Darren finally looked at his watch, it was almost 3:30. He looked over at her. Her malachite colored eyes were slightly distant, but still sparkled with their normal intensity. The bottle in her hand was almost empty. "I should probably go," he said, hating himself to the core for saying it.

She raised an eyebrow. "Veto," she said indignantly.

"What?" he asked, laughing.

"I'm exercising my right to veto," she said again, slowly.

"So I can't go?" he asked, hoping against hope that he had understood correctly.

Haley reached over and put the bottle on the coffee table. "That," she said, rocking onto her knees, "isexactlywhat I'm saying," she finished, leaning forward.

Darren felt his breath catch in his chest. Her face was inches from his and he waited stock still as it drew nearer and nearer. Finally, he felt her lips brush against his. Fireworks went off in his brain. His lips were on fire and it felt so good that it almost hurt. It was as if the world would end if she took her lips away. She tasted like whiskey and it had never tasted so good. He kissed until he could not taste it anymore; his brain felt sluggish but he did not care because he did not need it anyway. At that moment, with his tongue dancing against hers, nothing mattered apart from keeping her mouth pressed against his.

Finally, Haley pulled her face away from his and sat back down. She reached out and picked the bottle back up, drinking the rest of it in two gulps. Darren looked over at her, feeling like he was being deprived of oxygen. She smiled, running her finger absently around the mouth of the bottle. He tried to think of something to say, but he could not seem to think at all. Instead, he just leaned over and put his empty glass on the coffee table. Sitting back up, he reached out and put his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her mouth back toward his. She let him pull her to him and pressed her lips against his again. He let go of the back of her neck and let his hand rest on her hip. Without breaking the kiss, she maneuvered herself toward him on the couch, straddling him. Blindly, she put the bottle down on the end table and rested her arms loosely around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his hands on the small of her back. Her lips were soft and up close she smelled like coconut. Tasting the whiskey on her tongue again, he kissed her deeply, losing himself in it. He did not bother remembering to breathe until she moved her lips from his mouth, kissing his neck instead. His breath caught in his throat as her tongue found the sensitive spot just under his ear. Haley raked her teeth over his earlobe and a chill went up his spine. She sat back up, bringing his mouth to hers again. "Do you," she began, kissing him again, "want to move this party," their lips met again, "to a more horizontal surface?" she asked. He reached up, taking her face in his hands, "If you're asking me if I want to go to your bedroom, hell yes," he said breathlessly.

Haley kissed him one more time then peeled herself off of him. Taking his hand in hers, she pulled him up off of the couch. He followed her, feeling drunker than he thought he was. She led him, walking backwards, out of the living room and through the kitchen. They walked into her bedroom and she did not bother to turn on the light. A lamp on her nightstand was on, bathing the room in a warm, yellow light.

Darren pulled his hand free from her grasp and slid his arm around her waist. Still standing in the doorway, he kissed her again, pulling her close and pressing his body against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and he reached down, resting his hands on her ass. He lifted her off of the floor and she wrapped her legs around his waist, still kissing him. He carried her to the bed and threw her down on it. He yanked her shorts down her legs before swiftly climbing on top of her. Darren's fingertips found the warm flesh of Haley's stomach as he snaked his hand under her sweatshirt. He felt the smooth satin of her bra and pulled his hand out of her shirt. Sliding his hands under her back, he pulled her with him as he sat back on his knees, still devouring her mouth. He wrestled her sweatshirt over her head, resentfully breaking the kiss, and he threw it over his shoulder as he looked down at her, drinking in the view.

Her skin was hanging onto the very tail-end of what had probably been a dark summer tan. She was wearing a pair of navy blue boyshorts covered in layers of ruffles and a matching navy bra was struggling to contain her impressive breasts. He bent down and kissed the space between them, then kissed his way up her sternum and across her clavicle. Finally, their lips met again and his brain sizzled. He straightened up, pulling his shirt over his head without unbuttoning it. He wasn't terribly muscular, but he was firm and well toned. As Haley raked her fingernails over the skin just above the waistband of his boxer briefs, he looked down, drinking in the sight of her. "My God, you're beautiful," he breathed.

She blushed scarlet all the way down her chest. "Thank you," she whispered earnestly, busying herself with unbuckling his belt.

He let her get his belt undone and his pants unzipped before he stood up and took them off. He climbed back on top of her and leaned down, pressing his lips again to hers; relishing the electricity he felt wherever his skin touched hers. Losing himself again in the experience of her mouth, he did not even feel her hands on his chest, pushing him over. She was on top of him and he did not know how she got there. Nor did he care. Haley snaked her fingers under the waistband of his boxer briefs as she went, slowly pushing them down as she kissed a trail of fire across his chest and down his stomach. His boxers got caught around the head of his rigid cock, and Haley stopped forging her trail of kisses, sitting back to unleash it. Reaching into the depth of his underwear, she gripped the base of his dick and rolled the elastic waistband over the top and down the length of it. Her hand was soft and warm on his dick and she gave it a squeeze, making his head spin. He did not have scary porn star proportions, but he considered himself to be well-endowed. Fully erect, he was a solid eight-and-a-half inches, although he was not sure if he had ever been this hard, so it might have been slightly longer now, and just far enough around that her fingers barely touched.

"Nice," she said smilingly, winking at him.

Before he could reply, she opened her pouty lips and took the head of his dick into her warm, welcoming mouth. "Oh shit," he breathed involuntarily as her lips closed around his width. She took it all into her mouth, running her tongue down the length of it as she went. When she reached the bottom, she slowly began to slide her mouth back up the length of it. Reaching down, she cupped his balls in her hand and gently rolled them around. Her tongue danced over the mushroom head of his cock, finding the sensitive spot where it stopped being the head and became the shaft. He groaned, bucking his hips toward her mouth. She put a gentle but firm hand on his pelvis, pushing him back down. She did not need his help.

She bobbed up and down on his cock slow, then fast, then slowly again, rolling his balls as she went. Then she let his dick fall out of her mouth, licking the head a few times, before moving her hand to the shaft. Haley pumped his shaft at an unpredictable pace as she took his balls into her mouth. She sucked one luxuriously, then the other, letting it fall out of her mouth before taking it back into her mouth again. His cock twitched in her hand and lights were popping in his eyes as he felt his balls start to churn. His job kept him pretty busy and it had been a while since he had been on a date, let alone since he had had his dick in the mouth of someone as skilled as Haley. But he did not want to cum yet.

Summoning all of his remaining will power, he reached down and, as gently as he could, he pulled her face away from his dick and up toward his own. She raised an eyebrow at him, looking disappointed. "Not yet," he whispered, pulling her head down so that their lips met. Her hard nipples pressed against his chest and he reached down between them, pushing her panties aside and finding her pussy with his fingers. He flicked her clit with his thumb and she bit down his lip, stifling a moan that came from somewhere in the back of her throat. He rubbed her clit a few times and then moved his hand lower, finding her entrance, and slid his index finger inside her. Her pussy clamped down on his finger and he slid it in and out several times, feeling a sense of satisfaction that her lips seemed frozen against his as she moaned at the sensation.

Gently, he rolled her off of him onto her back and climbed on top of her. She reached up, putting her arms around his waist and raking her nails gently up and down his back as they kissed. He hooked his fingers under the sides of her panties and tugged gently. She lifted her hips so he could slide them off and he quickly removed them and tossed them aside. She kept her knees together and looked up at him, eyes on fire with lust. Putting a hand on each of her knees, he spread her legs, slowly revealing her smooth, shaved pussy. The tip of her pink clit peaked out from between her lips. Her pussy was wet and he could smell her arousal.

Without hesitation, he dipped down, hands still on her knees, and licked her slit. She tasted sweet and salty at the same time. His tongue found the little pink nub of her clit and he lapped at it. Haley's body shook and she let out a wail of pleasure. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked it in earnest as Haley moaned and called his name. He licked her clit one more time before starting to lap at her entrance. Haley gasped and her hands caught the back of his head. She ground her pussy into his face as he tasted her juices on his tongue. He alternated between flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue and lapping at her pussy. Her legs were gently shaking and he knew that if he kept it up, he would make her cum.

He focused his assault on her clit, licking and sucking it, and slid a finger into her dripping pussy. One of Haley's hands was still on the back of Darren's head. The other was gripping a handful of her lime green sheets. She was writhing underneath him and he could feel her getting wetter. Her breath was coming in shallow gasps and she moaned every time his tongue touched her clit. Darren intensified his efforts, flicking his tongue against her clit at a breakneck pace while he fucked her pussy with his finger. He felt her body stiffen and shake and she cried out as she came. Her pussy spasmed around his finger, clenching and unclenching as he continued to slide it in and out slowly. She took a shaky breath and opened her eyes, looking down at him still licking her sensitive clit. Her face was all flushed and she was glowing.

Darren slid his finger out of her still quivering pussy and licked her sweet/salty juices off of it. "That was hot," Haley said, smiling at him with her eyes. Her voice was hoarser than usual. "You taste so good, I didn't want to waste any," he said defensively, climbing back on top of her.

She smiled, reaching down and grabbing his shaft, "I know," she said, pulling his mouth to hers with her free hand. She stroked his cock for a few seconds as they kissed. "I think he wants to play too," she said, giving his iron hard cock a firm squeeze.

"I know he does," Darren said into her mouth.

Haley let go of his cock and opened her legs a little wider. Darren slid down a little bit and positioned the head of his cock against her slit, running it up and down the length a few times, pausing to tease her clit with it. Haley moaned and arched her back, then looked up at him, her green eyes on fire. "Darren," she said, half whine and half moan, "Don't be a tease." He smiled down at her, then reached down and spread her pink pussy lips with his fingers. Giving her clit one more gasp-inducing graze with the swollen head of his cock, then slid back down to the source of her wetness and slowly pushed himself inside. She was tight and warm and wet and her pussy felt like it had been made for him. There seemed to be some kind of rolling blackout occurring inside his head, resulting in fragmented thoughts sticking together in ways that, even in his current state, he knew did not make any sense. But of one thing he was sure: he was wrong when he thought that nothing could feel better than that blowjob.

He went slowly at first, relishing how tight and wet she was around him. He looked down, watching his mahogany colored cock sliding in and out of her pink pussy. The image spurred him on and he picked up the pace. Haley moaned and reached up, digging her nails into his back as she pulled him down to kiss her. As their tongues danced back and forth into one's mouth and then the other, he pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy, then thrust it hard all the way back in. "Oh, Darren!" Haley cried out, arching her back sharply as he felt the head of his dick bottom out in her pussy. He leaned down, taking her left nipple between his lips. He sucked it greedily, then nipped at it with his teeth. Feeling her pussy get even wetter around him, he moved to the right nipple and repeated the process, the sound of their sex and Haley's moans filling his ears.