1. Racing From Love Ch. 10-12

'Meet me out at my car okay?' He asked as he kissed her forehead.

She nodded, 'Okay.'

Sam blinked as he emerged from the toilet block back out into the bright sunlight. He pulled his sunglasses over his eyes and started to walk back to the picnic site. He caught site of some movement out of the corner of his eye, and turned to inspect. It was Derrick, leaning on a tree with a sleazy grin on his face.

He wasn't sure what he should do. Obviously the little prick had seen him come out of the women's bathroom, but he wasn't sure if he would have heard anything, they'd been pretty quiet.

'So, how was she?' He asked.

Sam was disgusted by this little runt, 'What?'

'I saw you go in there after her, you were in there an awfully long time. So... how was she? Did you give it to her good and hard?' He licked his thin lips, 'I bet a girl like that likes it dirty.'

Sam wanted to knock the self-satisfied sleazy grin off this little jerks face. But he had to think quick, knocking this guys teeth out would only draw attention to the situation.

'She has her period, asshole,' he spat at him. 'She's been in there puking up her lunch.'

The smile fell from Derrick' greasy little face, his eyes darted around looking for an escape.

Sam felt the shift in power and started walking towards Derrick, who seemed to shrink as he got closer.

'Do I need to tell you to stay away from her?' Sam's voice was so low it sounded like a growl.

Derrick shook his head, 'No, I... I didn't mean it... it was a joke.'

Sam was within arms length of him now, towering over him. Derrick raised his arms as if to protect himself.

'If I ever hear you talk like that about any woman again you're going to be in a lot of trouble.'

Derrick nodded, his skin was sickly pale, he looked like he was about to throw up.

'I'd really like to hit you Derrick. I'd like to knock a couple of your teeth out and leave you lying in a puddle of blood and spit.'

Derrick turned his face away. What a pathetic piece of shit.

'But I'm not going to. I just want to remind you who I am related to, jack ass. A few choice words to the right people and I could cause a lot more pain to your life and future career prospects than a few missing teeth could.'

Sam turned from him and walked away towards the picnic, his heart pounding. So Derrick hadn't heard them, that was close. He needed to get out of there, to get his thoughts straight.

He felt terrible for the way he'd treated Emma, he had totally disrespected her by doing what he'd done, and in a public toilet. How had he let himself lose control like that? He had been horrified when he realized that she was crying, the idea that he'd hurt her made him feel sick to the stomach.

He scanned the crowd looking for his dad, it didn't take him long to spot him. His dad was tall and was easy to pick, he was talking to Clive, the director of the lab. Sam approached them, he'd always liked Clive, he was a jolly fat old guy who was always giving him a hard time for being a jock.

'Sam, I hear you'll be representing us all at the word championships this year!'

Sam smiled, trying to relax, 'Yeah, I'll be flying out to Berlin next week. How are you doing Clive?'

They chatted for a few minutes before Sam politely asked to speak with his dad.

'What's up?' Asked his dad.

'Emma's not feeling good, I'm going to take her home.'

'What's wrong with her?' he looked concerned.

'I don't know, just women's stuff. She was taking forever in the bathroom so I went to check on her and she said she needed to go home.'

At the mention of women's business his dad lost interest, which was what Sam had been hoping for.

'Okay, I'll tell mom. See you later,' he said.

Sam started to walk away.

'Sam,' his dad wasn't finished, shit maybe he'd seen through him. Sam turned back around.

'Thanks for taking care of her.'

Sam searched his eyes for any hidden meaning, but there was none, just earnest thanks, which made him feel pretty shitty. His dad had no idea how he had just taken care of her.

'Yeah, no worries dad,' he replied.

On his way out he passed Derrick again, who was still frozen in fear among the trees beside the toilet block. As he approached him he realized how the scene must have looked to him, after threatening to ruin his career Sam had gone straight to chat with the director of the lab, and had motioned up to the toilet building when talking to his dad. Sam just shook his head as he walked past.

Emma was waiting in the car. He pulled out of the parking lot and started to drive to her apartment. As soon as he was far enough from the picnic site he had to pull over to talk to her. He couldn't stand the awful feeling in his gut, he needed to apologize.

'Why did you stop?' she asked.

'Em,' he leaned over and took her hand, 'are you okay? Did I hurt you?'

She brought her other hand around to his so that his hand was sandwiched between hers. His long tanned fingers stood out above her slender brown ones, she leaned down and kissed them.

'It did hurt,' she had her head down, still kissing the tips of his fingers, 'but in a good way.' Her long eyelashes were shadowing her eyes.

He stroked the side of her face with his free hand, and tilted her head up to look at him. Her brown eyes were calm, she didn't appear to be in any distress, and so the pain in his gut subsided.

'I shouldn't have done that to you, not in a public bathroom. I'm sorry Em,' he said.

She smiled, 'You weren't the only one who wanted it Sam. I would have told you to stop if I didn't want it to happen. You don't need to apologize.'

Sam was sure he had found the most beautiful, generous woman in the world. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips, caressing the side of her face with his free hand.

'So you're not mad at me then?' He asked.

'No, not mad, a little confused though,' she replied. 'Why did you act all strange and quiet after Derrick asked me out? I told him no.'

'I know,' Sam leaned back into his seat. 'I just wish we didn't have to sneak around, as if what we are doing is wrong. When jerks like that ask you out I wand you to be able to say, 'No, I'm with Sam.' End of story.

'Emma, being with you is the most amazing thing I've ever felt. You make me so happy,' he squeezed her hand, 'I don't want to hide that. I don't want to have to lie to mom and dad anymore.'

'So you want to tell them about us?' She asked tentatively.

'We're going to have to tell them eventually, the longer we leave it the harder it will be.'

She looked unsure, 'I don't know Sam. This feels so perfect right now, can't we just have this summer for ourselves before we have to deal with them being disappointed in us and telling us how wrong we are?'

He squeezed her hand again, 'It will be all right Em, you'll see. They'll have to accept us sooner or later.'

She frowned, 'But I'm going to be the one who has to deal with them Sam, you're leaving for Berlin next week and after that you'll only be back for two weeks before going back to LA. I'm the one who's going to have to take the brunt of their anger.'

He could see her point, but if they had to wait until he was going to be around long term they wouldn't be able to tell them until the next year, and that didn't sit well with him. Sam was an honest person by nature and he didn't like hiding things from his parents.

'Okay,' he said, 'lets go home and we can talk about it again later.'

CHAPTER TWELVE

Back at Emma's apartment they showered together in her tiny bathroom. There was just barely enough room for them both to squeeze in her shower. Sam washed her front first, working the soap into a lather and gliding his hands over her breasts and belly, then down her thighs and stroking gently over her pussy. He was surprised to find her wet again, the slippery fluids coating his fingers when he tried to wash her.

'Turn around,' he told her.

She complied and he soaped up her shoulders and back, working his hands over the curve at her waist that flared down to her hips. He rubbed her butt with the soap. God she had an amazing ass, it was perky and fleshy without being too big. Sam took his time with it, enjoying the fullness of it, the bouncy feeling when he squeezed it. He slid two fingers down her crack and felt her tense.

'Shhh, it's okay baby, I'm just washing you,' he reassured her.

He felt her relax and tilt her hips to allow him access. He ran his soapy fingers up and down her crack, feeling the puckered skin of her anus with every pass. She widened her stance and he took longer strokes, dipping his fingers into her slippery pussy. She let out a moan.

There wasn't enough room in the shower for him to pleasure her properly so he took the shower head off its perch and washed the soap off her, admiring how the suds slid over her skin. He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, reaching for the towels. He quickly dried himself off and then ran a fresh towel over her, patting and stroking her skin to remove the water. When he was satisfied that she was dry he picked her up and carried her to the bed.

She giggled.

'Mmm,' he smiled at her, 'it's been a while since I've carried you.'

She smiled back, 'I know, I've missed it, you used to carry me everywhere.'

Setting her down on the bed he asked, 'Did you miss me when I was away?'

'Of course I did, life is so boring when you're not here,' she replied.

He climbed onto the bed, on top of her, and started kissing her. 'I missed you too,' he confessed. 'I thought about you every day,' he said between the light kisses he was planting on her neck. 'I thought about your smile, and your laugh,' he kissed over her collar bone, 'I thought about your beautiful body,' he moved lower to her breasts, 'I thought about making love to you.' He sucked on her nipple and she moaned. He shifted his weight onto his left arm and half rolled off her, so that he was lying pressed up against her side. He rested his right hand on her belly and gently stroked his thumb over her clitoris.

She moved her knee that wasn't pressed up against him so that her pussy was open to him.

'I thought about how lucky I am to have you,' he gazed at her while he spoke. Her eyes were closed and she was sighing softly. Her right arm was extended above her head grasping onto the pillow her head rested on, exposing a perfect breast fully. He leaned in to suck on it, loving the way she moaned and arched her back to thrust it into his mouth more deeply.

He let his hand slide down to her pussy, being careful to be gentle as he caressed her lips, spreading her juices around, trailing them a little lower with each pass until he felt her anus pucker when he touched it.

She gasped and he looked up from where he was still sucking on her breast. She looked surprised, but also lustful. She looked him in the eye and hesitated for a moment, but then seemed to accept this new development, she closed her eyes and laid her head back down.

Sam smiled to himself. He moved between her legs and spread them wide with her knees bent. He leaned in to her pussy and gently lapped at her lips, he was afraid that she might still be sore from their episode earlier in the day. Her hips were undulating slowly, he licked around her clit and moved a finger up to her pussy, bathing it in the slippery wetness there.

She was so wet that her juices were dribbling down towards her asshole, he helped them along, stroking and rubbing her anus until it was just as slippery as her pussy.

Emma's soft sighs had turned into moans and her hips were moving more enthusiastically under him. He ran his tongue back and forth across the top of her clitoris as he started to press on her anus. The ring of muscle resisted him, so he used the movement of her hips to let her control what was happening. Each time she raised her hips up towards his face he would kiss and lap at her clit, and when she would lower her hips downwards he would press his finger up on her anus.

It wasn't too long before Emma was concentrating her efforts on the down stroke and Sam realized that she wanted him to insert his finger into her ass. On the next down stroke of her hips he firmly moved his finger up and forced it inside.

She gasped, but it was quickly followed by another moan as she continued moving her hips, now pumping his finger with her butt hole.

It was hot inside her ass. The ring of muscle clamped down hard around his finger and he felt it contract in time with the thrusting of her hips. Just inside the muscle her tissue was silky soft, pillowy and warm.

He alternated between licking at the lips of her pussy and suckling on her clit as her thrusts became more urgent. His finger was sliding in and out of her ass as the ring of muscle exerted the most tremendous force on it, he could only imagine what it might feel like over his cock.

He took the middle finger from his free hand and slid it into her pussy. He was nervous that she would be sore, but she responded with a cry of pleasure. He pressed up into her g-spot while he sucked on her clit and it was enough to put her over the edge, he felt the contractions in her pussy and her ass simultaneously as she cried out and lifted her hips high off the bed to meet his face.

She collapsed back onto the bed, his fingers still buried deep in her pussy and asshole, as he felt smaller spasms as her orgasm died down.

He slowly pulled his fingers out of her and watched as her anus clamped shut behind him, as if nothing had ever been in there. He was amazed. He'd never played with anyone's asshole before, it was a whole new ballgame, a new dimension of this amazing woman to investigate.

Sam got off the bed and washed his hands and face in the bathroom. When he came back into the room she was still laying sprawled out on the bed, her eyes closed. He smiled, she was so beautiful, he could make out the outline of her ribs when she inhaled and she had the most graceful hollows under her collar bones. Her limbs were long and lean, and her skin was smooth and dark in the afternoon light.

She opened her eyes.

'Mmmm, Sammy what did you do to me?' she sighed as she reached out for him.

He pulled on clean underwear and his jeans and sat on the bed beside her.

She curled her body around him. 'You don't want me to give you more?' She asked as she stroked a hand up his thigh.

'I think I've taken more than enough from you for one day,' he said as he brushed her curls back off her face. He still felt guilty about what had happened earlier in the park.

'Sam, don't be silly,' she scolded. 'I'm a big girl, I can handle myself. I told you that I liked it, didn't I?'

'How could you have liked something that made you cry like that?' He asked skeptically.

She paused for a moment, 'Racing is painful, no?'

'Yeah, it hurts like a bitch,' he replied.

'But you still like to race, don't you?'

'Please don't tell me I put you through that much pain, Em,' he didn't like where this was going.

She smiled up at him, 'No, of course not. My point is that sometimes pain can feel good. Did you know you made me come three times?' She had taken his hand and was kissing his palm.

He was relieved and surprised, he had been so focused on himself up at the park that he hadn't realized that she had come at all, let alone three times. Now that he realized that she really had enjoyed it he started to feel a bit better.

'So it was painful and good at the same time?' He asked.

She kissed over his wrist and up towards the crook in his arm. 'Yeah, it was weird. It was a different kind of orgasm than you usually give me, it was like it could only be reached through the pain.' She sat up and swung a long perfectly toned leg over him so that she was sitting in his lap.

'How was it different?' He'd never heard of different kinds of orgasms and he was curious.

'Well... usually I can feel one building and then when it happens the pleasure goes from my vagina out into my body,' she explained between the kisses she was laying along his clavicle. 'But these ones kind of came out of nowhere and they took over my whole body all at once.'

'So did you like it better or worse?'

She put her arms around his neck and looked at his face. 'Neither I guess, they weren't better or worse, just different. They were more intense but they didn't last as long.'

She leaned in and kissed him on the mouth, her soft lips pulling gently on his. She moved up to his nose and then kissed along his cheekbone.

'Are all these questions annoying you?' He asked as he stroked her naked back.

Her mouth was right beside his ear as she answered quietly, 'No.' She sucked on his earlobe.

The combination of this conversation and her lips all over him was really turning him on. 'And what about the one just now, how did it feel to have me inside both holes?' His voice was growing husky as his breathing deepened.

'Mmmm, that was different too,' she whispered.

Her hands stroked his shoulders and arms as she kissed lower, over his chest. 'It's hard to explain.' Her hands roamed lower, over his belly. 'I felt fuller.' She got off his lap and knelt between his legs. 'It felt really good,' she said in a low quiet voice. She undid his jeans and he lifted his hips as she pulled them down, his underwear went with them.

She looked up at him from between his legs. 'I wonder what it would feel like to put this in there,' she murmured as she took his cock into her hand and started stroking it.

Oh god, was she really bringing up the possibility of anal sex? Sam groaned. Emma's ass was amazing, the thought of her being into him squeezing his cock into that tight little hole was almost more than he could bear.

He watched as she took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head, causing his eyes to roll back in his head with pleasure.

'Do you like that idea Sam?' Her voice was low and sexy.

'Uh-huh,' was all he could get out. He watched as she bobbed her head over his cock, her fat lips sinking lower and lower on his shaft as she took more of him in.

She drew back and smiled up at him. 'I'd like that too, but not today,' she said. 'Today I'm going to make you shoot your hot cum into my greedy mouth.'

Sam groaned as Emma resumed sucking on his cock with enthusiasm. Was this really his Emma? He could hardly think, his entire being centered around the pleasure issued forth from his cock.

He buried his hands in her dark curly hair. 'Oh, Emma,' he groaned her name and she picked up the tempo. He watched as his cock disappeared into her hot wet mouth again and again, squeezing into the back of her throat.

She pulled back and used her hand to pump his shaft as she licked and swirled her tongue over the head of his cock.

'I want to taste you Sam, I want to feel your hot sticky cum all over my lips,' Emma purred.

Oh fuck, she was so sexy. Sam could feel his balls clenching, he knew it was coming soon, his ragged breath came in fits and bursts.

Emma plunged his cock back into her mouth, taking a few deep strokes, forcing his throbbing cock into the depths of her throat. She grasped the base of it with her hand and pumped it fast while she bobbed over the head.

Sam felt his balls spasm, delivering his creamy cum up his shaft and into her hungry mouth in fits of pleasure. She lengthened her strokes to accommodate his ejaculations, pulling away just enough near the end so that his cum spilled over to coat her lips in his milky fluids. She looked up at him seductively as she licked her big lips and then lapped gently at the head of his cock to clean up the dribbles of cum that remained.

Sam collapsed backwards onto the bed. Holy crap, how did he get so lucky? The love of his life was a sex kitten. He never would have guessed that Emma would be such a sexy vixen, so uninhibited and just plain erotic.