1. Racing From Love Ch. 13-15byinspirixis1©
'Wowww, Sam, stop!' Emma called out as they were careening downhill on their way home from a ride.
She turned her bike around and started slogging back uphill towards the makeshift lemonade stand that had caught her eye. It was hot and dry out, there hadn't been fog for at least a week, which was anomalous for Berkeley in the summer time. They'd been riding in the hills for hours and although she'd brought plenty of water with her the sight of the lemonade stand had still left her mouth watering.
A dull ache emanated from her legs with each pedal stroke, and her ischium hurt form being in the saddle too long, she was tired. That lemonade was going to taste so good.
'What happened? Did you drop something?' Sam asked. He had caught up to her and was pedaling out of his saddle, his bike swaying beneath him with each step.
'No,' she replied. She gave him a side-ways grin, 'I want some lemonade.'
'Ahh, I should have guessed.' He accelerated quickly and moved in front of her to let a car pass safely. How could he still have so much energy? He was supposed to be tired from the world championships, but if he was it didn't show. She had been sitting in his slipstream for most of the day and he could still pull away from her easily.
They pulled onto the sidewalk where three adorable little girls had set up a lemonade stand.
'It's 50 cents for a cup,' one of them said excitedly.
'How much to fill this water bottle?' Sam asked.
The little girls turned to each other, their eyes wide with excitement. They huddled together discussing the price, not aware that Sam and Emma could hear their negotiations.
'I think it should be 3 dollars,' the biggest one said. 'No, that's too much, 2 dollars,' another one said. '5 dollars!' The littlest one trilled. 'Sandy, are you crazy? That's way too much!' the others retorted.
Sam and Emma grinned at each other.
Finally the girls had settled on a price. 'It would be 3 dollars to fill that water bottle,' said the biggest girl.
'Hmmm,' murmured Sam as he pretended to contemplate their offer.
'Did you make it yourselves?' He asked.
'Yes!' They all replied in unison.
'Did you use real lemons?'
'We picked them from the tree at grandma's house!' The little one chimed in.
'Okay, you have yourself a deal. You girls drive a hard bargain,' he said as he got the money out.
A few minutes later they were sitting in the park across the street under the shade of a big elm tree enjoying the lemonade. There was a gentle breeze rustling the leaves above them. It was significantly cooler in the shade, a welcome reprieve from the hot sun they had been riding in for hours. The bay stretched out below them, hot and clear and shimmering in the sun, San Francisco and the Golden Gate Bridge wavered like a mirage in the distance.
'Damn, this is good lemonade,' Emma said. The ice-cold sweet and tangy drink was really hitting the spot. 'I think I would have taken little Sandy's bid at $5,' she confessed.
Sam laughed. 'Me too.'
Emma was sitting between Sam's legs with her back to him. She leaned back into him and rested her head on his chest, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her on the top of her head. They were both sweaty and sticky but she didn't care, Sam was headed back down to LA the next day and no amount of sweat or dirt could get in the way of her enjoying him as fully as possible before he left.
'Hey, did I tell you that Brian got that screen play accepted by an agent?' She asked.
There was a pause. 'You're still in contact with him?'
'Yeah, we email every now and then. He called me to tell me about the agent though, he was really excited about it.'
Again it took Sam a moment to comment. 'Does he think you're single?' He asked.
'No, I told him I was seeing someone. Why? Are you jealous?' She elbowed him in the ribs playfully.
'Yes,' he admitted.
She turned to look at him, he was serious, she could see the worry in his eyes.
'Don't worry Sam, he knows I'm not interested. Besides, after my mental health issues last summer I don't think he'd touch me with a ten-foot pole,' she joked.
'I wouldn't rely on that Em. Just be careful okay? Make sure you don't lead him on, I worry about you up here on your own.'
'You're on your own down in LA,' she reminded him.
'I'm a guy, it's different.'
She turned back around and laid her head back on his chest.
'Can I come and visit you in LA?' She asked.
'Of course,' he responded.
'I want to see where you live so I can picture you there in my head when I talk to you on the phone.'
'When do you want to come?' He asked.
'I don't know, whenever I get a weekend off from training. Maybe in about a month or so.'
'Okay, good. Now I have something to look forward to.' He squeezed her gently.
'What are you going to do when you graduate next year?' She asked.
'I want to go to grad. school, I should be looking around for Ph.D. opportunities. Are you still thinking about law school?' he asked.
'Uh-huh, I bought an LSAT prep. book, but that's about as far as I've gotten so far.'
'So do you want to stay here in the Bay Area or are you going to look at other places too?'
'I guess we should look at other places, but I feel vested here, I wouldn't mind staying if we could work things out here.' It was a subtle change from talking about 'I' to 'we', but she could tell Sam had caught it.
He squeezed her tightly and leaned down to plant a kiss on her neck. 'I love you Emma,' he whispered in her ear.
She turned her face to him and kissed him on the lips. 'I love you too Sam,' she told him. How she had ever lived without this man's love was an absolute mystery to her.
Saying goodbye was sweet agony. Sam had lied to his parents and told them he was leaving a day earlier than he actually was so that he could spend the extra time with Emma. He had the rare opportunity to spend the entire night with her, to experience the bliss of waking up with her in his arms.
The morning he left he made love to her slowly, caressing and kissing her gently, whispering his hopes for their future together as he moved inside her. 'Someday we will wake up beside each other every morning,' he promised. 'Someday Emma, I hope you will be my wife.'
She held onto him tightly when he murmured that to her, pressing her body to him as if she was trying to get closer. When he looked into her eyes he saw the tears there. Now he understood why his dad had told him to wait to have sex with a woman you love, because sex with Emma was so much more than the physical.
When he looked at Emma he saw his future, he saw the bicycle trip around Europe they had talked about, he saw lazy Sunday mornings eating pancakes, he saw a house full of little brown squealing children. It was so powerful, this love that he felt for her.
They said goodbye to each other on the stoop in front of her apartment building. He hugged her close for a long time. He knew he needed to get on the road but he didn't want to leave. Finally he pulled away and held her at arms length.
'I'll see you soon, okay?'
She nodded, 'Okay Sammy.'
He smiled. When they'd been teenagers he'd gone through a stage when he'd hated her calling him Sammy, now he found it endearing, comforting even. There was nobody else in the world that called him that.
He kissed her on the lips one last time and walked down the stairs to his car. As he unlocked the door he looked up to get one last look at her. She was gorgeous. The fog had finally come the previous night and she hugged her arms to her long lithe body in the cold air, her hair was down in a mass of curly tangles. She smiled sadly as she waved to him.
As he drove away he kept wanting to turn back, to go back to her, but he fought the urge. He was already running late, if he didn't get a move on he wouldn't make it in time to get the keys to his new apartment from the realtor.
On the drive down to LA he thought back over the summer, he couldn't believe how amazing it had been. He knew she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He started to think about rings and proposals. They were 21 years old, still a bit too young to be getting married but that didn't mean he couldn't propose to her. Maybe the formality of it would give her the confidence she needed to face their parents.
He had tried to talk to her a few times about telling their parents the truth about their relationship, but he was unable to convince her. He knew she was frightened but Sam honestly believed that their parents would accept their relationship. They were intelligent, rational people. Although they would probably be upset at first, he really did believe that they would accept and support them, once they got used to the idea. Besides, what choice did they have? Sam and Emma were their only children, if they didn't accept their relationship they would lose both of them.
The semester crawled by at an agonizingly slow pace. Sam spoke with Emma every day, sometimes several times in one day. She was studying for the LSAT and he was preparing for the GRE, they made a game of including absurd out of usage but still tested words in their conversations. Emma was way better at it than he was, she was always surprising him with words he didn't understand.
Emma had been unable to find the time to make it down to LA for a visit, her coach really was an asshole, he wouldn't let her out of even one practice. Instead Sam had driven up to Berkeley. Since he had swum at the world championships in July he was supposed to be taking it easy at training until October and so it had been pretty easy for him to get a Saturday morning practice off in September.
That visit had been pure bliss. Sam thought back over it as he drove North for Thanksgiving break, how excited Emma had been to see him, how enthusiastic she'd been in bed.
To his delight she had been serious when she'd talked about wanting to try anal sex. True to her personality she had carried out extensive research on it and had decided it was best to work up to the actual thing. When he'd visited in September she had bought a butt plug that she wanted to experiment with. It was quite small, she told him about the progression to larger toys until finally she would be able to handle his penis.
He had stimulated her with the new toy, rubbing and prodding and pumping her asshole with it while he touched and licked around her pussy until she buckled over when her orgasm overtook her. They had also made love with the toy in her ass, the extra pressure on the underside of his cock had been amazing. He'd had to pull out and give her oral pleasure so that he didn't cum prematurely. When he'd gotten her close to orgasm he plunged his cock back in her pussy, it only took a few strokes before they were writhing in ecstasy as her pussy clamped around his cock and he shot his cum deep inside her.
Just thinking about that weekend was getting him hard. Not long now, he thought. It was Wednesday night, almost midnight. He'd left LA right after his last class but he'd still gotten stuck in traffic, the trip that should have taken about 6 hours was going to end up taking closer to 9. He wasn't expected in Berkeley until late tomorrow morning, he was planning on going to Emma's apartment to surprise her.
Finally he was standing at her doorstep, he wasn't sure if he should knock or let himself in. It was late, almost 1 am and he didn't want to wake the neighbors, but he also didn't want her to think he was an intruder and get scared. He took his key out and opened the door. Inside her apartment he made his way to her bedroom, the door was ajar.
'Emma?' He pushed the door open.
The shades were drawn and it was dark, he couldn't see anything. He blinked a few times as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. He could make out the bed and the desk, but he still couldn't see or hear her. He went to the bed.
'Emma, where are you?' He asked as he ran his hands over the bed. There was nobody there. He turned on the bedside lamp and the room illuminated. She wasn't there. That's weird, he thought, maybe she decided to sleep at their parents place that night.
He turned the light off and returned to his car, suppressing the fear that something might have happened to her. He had spoken to her that morning and she hadn't said anything about going to their parents place tonight, but plans change.
At his parent's house he let himself in the front door, being careful to be quiet. He knew every loose board and squeaky stair in the house from years of leaving for swimming at 5:00 am and not wanting to wake anyone. He picked his way up the stairs to her room.
He quietly opened the door. The window was open and the curtain blew gently in the breeze, allowing moonlight to cover the room in a soft glow. His eyes went immediately to the bed where he saw her sleeping form curled up beneath the comforter. Sam closed his eyes and sighed, thankful that she was safe from harm.
He looked around her room, she hadn't changed it much since she left for college. There were rows of running trophies and ribbons on her dresser, photographs of her high school cross country team on the desk, her music stand and violin on a little table in the corner.
He closed the door behind him quietly, slipped his shoes off and went to the bed. It was a single bed. When they were kids they'd shared a room and this had been the top of a set of bunk beds. Emma got the top from January through June and Sam got the top from July through December. It made him smile to think of it.
When they turned twelve their present had been their own rooms, Sam had stayed in the old one and Emma had gotten this one. They'd been so excited to have their own rooms, now all he wanted was to share his space with her again.
He sat down on the side of the bed. 'Emma,' he whispered as he stroked the side of her face.
She stirred, her eyes opened, confused. 'Sam?' She sat up, the comforter falling down to reveal the straps of a loose fitting satin tank top slipping off her delicate shoulders. Her beautiful brown skin glowed in the moonlight.
Sam leaned in and kissed her on the lips, it started off light and friendly but quickly grew long and deep as the desire stirred in his groin. She pulled his t-shirt over his head and fumbled with his belt and jeans. He stood up and kicked off his jeans and underwear. His cock was already stiff as Emma grabbed him by the hips and sank her mouth around him.
The warmth and wetness of her mouth was amazing over his cock. He sank his hands into her curly hair as he sighed her name. She worked her tongue over him, licking and swirling over the head, and then swallowing him deep into her throat.
She was bringing him close to release and so he pushed her away gently. She looked up at him, her big brown eyes hot with need.
He threw the covers back and climbed on top of her, pulling her tank top over her head to reveal her perfect breasts. She put her arms around his neck and laid back on the bed, pulling him down with her. He kissed her deeply while his hands roamed over her body, caressing her curves, squeezing her breasts. She moaned into his mouth. His hands went down to her hips, which were moving against him rhythmically, and peeled off her underwear. They were wet with her juices.
She opened her legs for him and he used one hand to guide his penis to her wet opening, sinking his cock into her tight little passage. Emma moaned and he covered her mouth with his to extinguish it.
He started moving in and out of her, each stroke agonizing in its pleasure, bringing him closer to release. He moved his arms under her and grasped her by the shoulders, grinding his pelvis into her to stimulate her clitoris. His forehead rested on hers and he pressed his body firmly on top of her. He could feel everything, her soft breasts and hard nipples pressed against his chest, her lungs expanding with ragged breaths, her heart pounding through her ribcage, her heels digging into his buttocks.
He watched as her breathing deepened and her forehead crinkled. Her hands where in his hair and they tightened their hold until she was pulling on him, holding onto him for dear life. She whimpered and he knew she was close. He quickened his pace, knowing that it would lead to his end too. Emma gasped and he felt her push her hips up to meet him, her legs spread wide for him to plant his seed deep inside her.
Sam felt her pussy contract around him, gripping his cock, milking his cum from him. He plunged into her two, three, four, five times, delivering load after load of semen deep into her pussy.
He closed his eyes, his arms shaking slightly as he breathed deeply, recovering. Her breathing was slowing underneath him. He kissed her again, sweetly, gently.
'What are you doing here?' He whispered. 'I went to your apartment and you weren't there, I was worried.'
'Mom wants me to help prepare the turkey in the morning, she wants to start ridiculously early so I decided to sleep here,' she whispered back. 'What are you doing here?'
'I wanted to get a few hours alone with you,' he replied.
He snuggled and kissed with her for a little while until they were spooning, barely fitting on the bed together.
'I had better sleep in the other room Em,' he whispered into the back of her neck.
She tightened her grip on his arm as he tried to pull away, 'Just a few more minutes Sam, please?' She begged.
He relaxed and settled back beside her, he'd hold her until she fell asleep and then go sleep in his room.
'Oh my God... Oh my God!'
The voice pulled Emma out of a deep sleep. She sat up in bed, startled. The room was bathed in a soft morning light, her mother stood at the end of the bed, her hand over her mouth and eyes wide with shock.
It only took a fraction of a second for Emma to realize what the problem was. She was naked and in the bed beside her was Sam, also bear naked. There were clothes and underwear scattered on the floor. She was vaguely aware of Sam's semen, wet on the lips of her pussy.
Oh Shit. Emma's heart was beating in her throat, she scrambled to cover herself with the comforter. On the bed beside her Sam sat up and placed his hand on her back, his touch was warm and comforting.
His voice was steady, 'Mom, calm down.'
'John! John!' She called for their dad, her voice high and tense.
Oh god, please don't let their dad walk in and see them like this, thought Emma. She felt the bed move beside her, Sam was getting up. He walked across the room, stark naked, and guided their mom out the door.
'Mom, let us get dressed,' he muttered as he closed the door on her.
He turned and leaned his back against the door, his blue eyes leveled on hers.
'I'm sorry Em, I didn't mean to fall asleep,' his voice was little more than a whisper.
She shook her head, she was the one who asked him to stay. She tried to swallow but her mouth was dry.
'Come on, get dressed,' he urged.
He walked over to where his clothes were discarded on the floor and started to pull on his jeans. How could he be so calm? Emma was paralyzed with fear and yet he was carrying on as if this sort of thing happened every day. He pulled his t-shirt over his head and started opening her dresser draws, he pulled out clean clothes and walked over to the bed.
'Come on baby, you've got to get dressed,' his voice was calm and authoritative.
She reached out for the clothes and started to put on the t-shirt. She could hear their parents talking in the hallway, and felt the bile rising in her stomach.
'Sam? Are you in there?' It was their dad.
'Yeah, just give me a second dad,' Sam called out.
He grasped her by the shoulders, she looked up into his eyes and was amazed by how steady they were.