A Trip in the Fall Pt. 05

He laughed and made his way to the bedroom, finding his stuff put away and after going to the bathroom, he found all of his shampoo and such placed in their spots and thought, "Damn she's really going out of her way to make it home." He grinned, figured out the shower, and climbed in to wash the sweat and stink off.

Just as he was wrapping up, Sarah stuck her head in, "Lunch is ready."

"Alright, I'll be down in a minute, go ahead and start."

He exited the shower, toweled off, and made his way into the closet where he found his clothes neatly stacked and organized on the shelves, along with the other stuff that he had brought had been unpacked. He found the clothes he wanted and slipped them on before heading downstairs, where he could smell soup and some sort of bread.

As he rounded the corner in the kitchen, he found Sarah spooning beef stew into a bowl and setting it on the island beside a grilled ham and cheese sandwich; he felt his mouth begin to water, not only for the food but also Sarah's outfit. She was wearing a pair of blue Tom's and since it was mild out, she had chosen what could best be described as a long dress-shirt dress. Brandon had seen her wear one of his dress shirts before and it had been a huge turn on, now seeing her in a more fitted version had the same effect.

The dress had blue and white stripes alternating that ran vertically. He could see wide, pronounced cuffs and a collar; from the back, the dress hugged her curves, and her figure was pronounced. Hearing him enter the kitchen, she turned and smiled, "Go ahead and sit, lunch is there."

"I feel underdressed."

She laughed, "I bought this the other day and thought you liked it, being your favorite color and you like me in your dress clothes." She felt Brandon's hands snake around her waist, pulling her against him, she sighed, "Sit down and eat so we can go."

As he let go, he mumbled, "I'd rather eat you."

She giggled, "Sit down."

He moved to the island and sat down, and Sarah turned, showing the rest of her dress. The front, like the back hugged her curves, and had nine buttons holding the front together, giving the dress a complete shirt look. The dress fell to just below mid-thigh, and she had left the bottom button, along with the top two buttons undone, exposing a subtle amount of cleavage, suggesting that she was wearing some sort of push-up bra. Sarah joined him at the island, causing him to try and sneak a glance down her dress, but she turned slightly on the stool, smiling subtly to herself at her ability to tease him.

Over the next 20 minutes they ate and talked about the house and what they both would like to do with it. Brandon was quiet at first, but Sarah was able to prod him and draw out his opinion, even getting him to agree on some things, as long as he did the work, she would pay for them. With lunch finished, they placed their dishes in the dishwasher and headed down to the garage and Sarah's jeep. She tossed him the keys, "You're driving."

"Okay passenger princess."

She winked at him as he opened the door, "Don't you forget it." Using the running board to climb in, she slipped her one foot over the door trim and as she slid her other leg around, she let Brandon have a quick peek up her dress, but not enough to see all the way to her panty covered pussy. He shook his head and shut her door, before climbing in the driver's side and following her directions to the furniture designer.

****

They spent the next two hours at the furniture designer, picking out furniture for Brandon's man cave, and picking out a few other things the house needed. The ultimately decided on a gray sectional, a black coffee table and two end tables, blue an extra TV to go with his current one for plenty of football viewing. After leaving the furniture store, they spent the next couple of hours going to different shops and stores, picking up things and even stopping at a power equipment dealer to look at a mower. All of it was becoming a bit of an overload for Brandon considering he had paid for all of the furniture and such, and they had put a down payment on the mower, but surprisingly, he wasn't freaking out. Everything they bought was stuff they needed, and Sarah pretty much just gave her design input, rather than materials and cost.

When they finally returned around 6: 30, they unloaded the Jeep and both collapsed on the couch; they sat in silence for a few moments before Sarah said, "There's two ribeye's in the fridge, green beans from mom and dads and stuff to make a salad. That work for dinner?"

"Perfect, want me to man the grill?"

"I'll handle the beans and salad." Even with dinner decided, neither of them moved for a few moments, before Brandon started laughing, Sarah looked at him, "What's so funny?"

He laughed again, "Just that neither of us has moved. We are what a lot of my friends talk about except we aren't married."

She turned towards him and grinned, "What do you mean?"

"They always talk about coming home and being tired, and trying to do productive adult things is hard. Just like us now."

Sarah laughed and then sighed, standing up and pulling on his hand to stand up also. With them both standing, she pulled him into a kiss before saying, "Okay, let's get dinner squared away and then it's bedtime, you have to be exhausted."

Brandon nodded and kissed her gently, "When you come out, bring me a fork, the olive oil and that Kinder seasoning." He then made his way towards the deck and patio to the grill. While waiting for the grill to preheat, he couldn't help but lean against the rail and admire the yard and the quietness of the area. Turning back towards the kitchen, he could see Sarah moving through the kitchen, getting things ready to bring out, and he could hear music playing; he thought to himself, "This is a really big deal, but I could totally get used to it."

About 15 minutes later, the grill was preheated, and he texted Sarah to let her know. She walked onto the deck about five minutes later carrying the steaks on a wooden cutting board they had just bought. "Here you go, I also brought you a beer."

Brandon turned and found her barefoot with another one of the buttons on her dress undone, exposing the swell of her breasts and the full cleavage of them pressed together; also exposed now were the edges of her bra that had small wisps of blue fabric or lace exposed when she moved, and the fabric of the dress pulled away from her.

He gestured to her dress, "Getting warm?"

She glanced down at her own cleavage and grinned, "A bit. We aren't going anywhere else tonight, so I thought I'd get more comfortable."

He took the cutting board from her and set it on the shelf of the grill while she leaned back against the rail, taking a pull of his beer. He stepped towards her, pinning her against the rail and said, "I love you. Thanks for putting up with my freak outs over all of this."

She smiled and rested her hands on his chest, "This is a big deal for you and for us, I'd be a little worried if you weren't apprehensive, I know I am."

"Really? You haven't shown it."

"Oh yeah, I was so afraid you wouldn't like the house, or the simulator room, or you would change your mind about leaving the classroom, or your team. Especially after the paparazzi at the airport in Vegas, I was afraid you would just say that I wasn't worth the attention."

He leaned down and kissed her, pressing into her before saying, "That last part sucks, but I keep telling myself that the novelty of me will wear off and they will focus on someone else except when we are out together."

She kissed him again, "Yeah, I'm hoping you can be just another face in the crowd."

"Me too, now, how do you want your steak?"

"Medium please."

"Coming right up!" As Sarah headed back in the house, he took another pull of his beer and smacked her ass, causing her to giggle and look over her shoulder and wink at him.

****

They ate dinner and then worked together to clean up the kitchen. Once everything was cleaned up, the clock was nearing 8:15, and they settled onto the couch for a little bit and watched an episode of Maine Cabin Masters, their new obsession for DIY shows. With the episode over, Sarah uncurled herself from her position against him and stood up saying, "Okay, you ready for bed?"

He stood, "Yes, let's go."

They headed up the stairs at a slight jog and made it to the bedroom; Brandon shut the door behind them and when he turned around, Sarah was facing him and she smiled, "Sit on the bed baby."

He did what she asked, and she followed him to the foot of the bed, but stopped about five feet in front of him and slowly began unbuttoning the remaining few buttons on her dress. As she did, Brandon began to see more and more navy-blue fabric, and began to realize that her bra was connected by mesh to her panties, and as she shrugged the dress off, she was left in a navy-blue bodysuit. The cups of the bodysuit were pushing her breasts up and together, giving her the cleavage he had seen earlier, and the mesh was almost see through, exposing her stomach and even the top of her slit. She did a quick spin, revealing the top clasped like a bra and the bottom of the suit was a thong.

"Do you like it?"

"I love it, come here."

Sarah walked over to the bed and straddled his lap and kissed him as she began to work his shirt off. Once he was shirtless, he began to kiss her neck and collarbone, working his way to the upper swell of her breasts, causing her to lean her head back, giving him more access with a moan. As he continued to kiss and touch her body, she began to gyrate her hips, grinding her pussy into his growing bulge. She felt his hands on her back and then felt the clasp of the bra come undone, allowing her breasts to settle a bit. She leaned back and with a heavy breath said, "You're overdressed."

"Then fix it."

She stood, then bent over to undo his belt; she felt the cups of the bra slip away, and she felt his warm hand under the cup on her bare breast and sucked in a deep breath as she fumbled with his belt, then the button and zipper; "Lift your hips." Brandon did as she said, and he was suddenly in nothing but his boxers as Sarah tossed his pants near her dress. She looked down and groaned, "God you cock looks so good in those."

Brandon glanced down and noticed that due to his boxer briefs, there was a very prominent bulge, he smiled, "Glad you like it."

She pushed him back on the bed and climbed back on top of him. They continued kissing and grinding against each other as his hands wander her back and body. His hands snaked their way under the thong of the body suit, squeezing her ass and causing her to moan into the kisses. As he continued to grope and kiss her, she eventually sat up, "This is getting in the way!" She slipped her arms from the straps and with the back already undone, she pushed the cups below her breasts allowing them to drop free, "That's better."

Just as she was going to scoot up his body, he grabbed her hips and rolled them to their sides as she squealed. With them both on their sides, they resumed kissing, but now Brandon was free to use his hands to cup her breasts and pinch her nipples. She pulled away and let out a soft, "Yes."

Her hand moved from his side to between them where she pressed it between his skin and the waist of his boxers, cupping his cock and balls in her hand, causing him to let out his own groan. She could feel the precum on her palm as she gently squeezed his package and shifted so she could push his boxers down. As she did, he instinctively raised his hips and together they worked his underwear to his ankles where he was able to kick them off.

He pulled her close, pressing their bodies together and allowing his cock to slip between her legs and against her damp, cloth covered pussy. As they kissed, they ground their pelvises against each other and Brandon reached down, trying to move the gusset of the bodysuit aside, but when he did, he felt it release, causing him to stop, "Umm I think it broke."

Sarah giggled, "No it's got snaps so I can pee."

"Oh...well in that case." He began to rub his cock between her now exposed lips; as her juices coat his shaft, they both let out a moan. Sarah paused her movements and threw her top leg over his, and pulled him close, allowing him full access to her pussy. Brandon reached between them and grasping the base, eased his cock into her waiting pussy, causing them both to groan.

As he pressed completely into her, they both took a deep breath and looked into each other's eyes. "My arms trapped," Sarah said with a giggle.

"Oh shit, sorry." Brandon raised up slightly and Sarah slipped her arm under his neck. Now with their arms wrapped around the other, they kissed and pressed their bodies together as Brandon began to thrust. As they held onto each other, his thrusts were limited to shallow ones, but seeing how each one made her face contort, all he could was squeeze her tighter against him. They maintained this for a few moments, each moaning and groaning as their passion increased. Brandon began to speed up as much as he could, causing her to claw at his back, and then roll her hips, urging Brandon on as he drove them both to orgasm.

Their motions became more erratic, and their breaths became more ragged and soon they both reached the orgasmic cliff. Sarah tumbled over first, letting out a whine and an, "Oh fuck." as her walls began to contract, and her legs began to shake. When her walls began to pulsate around him, Brandon pressed his hips against hers and held her body close to his as his own orgasm coursed through him, and he filled her waiting pussy. As her contractions subsided and milked as much cum as possible from his body, they kissed each other and slowly caressed each other's skin.

As Brandon's cock began to soften, Sarah moved her leg from over him and rolled to her back, feeling is cum ooze from her and begin to slide down her ass. She lay there with a smile on her face before finally saying, "That was intense."

"I think that is what they call making love."

Sarah nodded and reached out, finding his hand, and stroking it softly with her thumb. Brandon stood up causing Sarah to ask, "Where are you going?"

"Do you want a towel?"

"No. I want a glass of water and you to help me out of this outfit." Brandon couldn't help but laugh, Sarah was laying in the middle of the bed with a clear wet spot forming under her, but still wearing the bodysuit, even if it covered just her waist.

"I'll get that water and then we will get you undressed."

He ran down to the kitchen, filled a glass of water, and made his way back to the bedroom where he found Sarah in the same position he left her, but now scrolling through her phone. He laughed again at her, causing her to smile and respond, "What?"

"You're just beautiful and funny at the same time, playing on your phone after sex."

"Well I'm basically a creme filled donut right now, and I'm comfy in our bed."

He laughed, and then softly smiled, "Our bed....I like that."

"Good now give me the water and help me out of this thing."

Brandon laughed and helped her wiggle out of the bodysuit without too much more of a mess and after both finished the glass of water, he turned off the lights and climbed into bed, rolling onto his side, and draping his arm across her stomach.

They both sighed, feeling content in their new house together, and drifted off to sleep.

***

Their dreams were interrupted by Brandon's alarm going off at 5:30 and they both groaned as he sat up to turn it off.

"Fuck, I hate that thing."

Sarah sat up and flipped on the bedside light, "Me too. You sure you can't stay until tomorrow? Or even leave late today and drive halfway."

Brandon thought about the second option for a moment, but then sighed, "No...I need to be back and teach all day tomorrow because of a test, plus we play tomorrow night."

Not wanting to argue, Sarah frowned slightly, "I know, but a girl can try."

He leaned over and kissed her before climbing out of bed and using the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom, Sarah got up and found her robe, pulling it on and as she went to make the bed, she couldn't help but notice the small wet spot from his cum, causing her to smile.

Brandon exited the bathroom and wrapped his arms around her, "What you thinking about?"

She leaned her head against him and pointed, "Well we christened the new bed and house."

Brandon looked and laughed, "That we did." He kissed her head and unwrapped his arms, finding his backpack and slipping on a pair of shorts and a hoodie. "Come on, let's go downstairs."

Sarah smiled, "I'm going to use the bathroom, then I'll be down."

As Brandon left, Sarah found herself on the toilet, gently sobbing and thinking to herself, "This has been perfect, why can't he just stay?!" She sniffled and stood, wiping the tears away and vowing to not let him see her cry. She headed downstairs and found him sitting at the island eating a bowl of Lucky Charms while coffee brewed.

She poured herself a bowl and joined him, "So if you leave here in a few, when will you get home?"

"I'll get back to New Jersey around 8ish, depends on traffic and how fast I want to drive."

Over the next fifteen minutes they clarified plans for April when Sarah was going to be meeting him in Myrtle Beach and then the basics for the remaining two months before he moved to Nashville permanently and how that related to her going out on tour in May.

They made tentative plans for Brandon to fly to Dallas to catch the first show of the tour before flying with them to Phoenix for the next show, and they fly back home for the final stretch of things in NJ and the big move. The plan was for Sarah to fly to NJ the day before he left, and she would make the drive with him since he was going to be pulling a U-Haul and would break the trip into two, seven-hour days.

As the clock neared 6, Brandon stood and said, "Well, I've gotta hit the trail."

Sarah giggled, "Hit the trail, what is wrong with you?"

He hugged her, "What? I'm dating a country star and moving to Nashville; I better start talking like a cowboy."

She shook her head laughing and kept her arm around him as they walked to the door. She looked at him, "I love you Brandon Baker. I'm glad you like OUR home."

He smiled at her emphasis and for the first time when thinking about it, he was totally at ease with his decision to move. "I love you too; I do like OUR home, now you need to go wash OUR sheets."

She smacked his chest, laughed, then kissed him, "Drive safe and keep me updated."

"Always do. I'll talk to you in a bit."

"Bye babe."

"Seeya."

Chapter 7- Early April

The remaining two weeks of March and the first week of April flew by. Between work, coaching, and filling his spare time with packing, Brandon stayed pretty busy. At the same time, things in Nashville were starting to pick up for Sarah; they received a notice of assembly for the furniture they had ordered, and Sarah was spending her free time filling the house and making it a home from the sterile white that it was when she bought it. Together via facetime and trips to Lowes or Home Depot independently, they were able to settle on paint colors for the different rooms, new light fixtures because Sarah wanted ceiling fans and other things that you do when you buy a house.

To his surprise and happiness, Sarah had let him contribute and always talked over prices with him and he found himself sending her money via Venmo once or twice a week. He was dipping into his savings a bit but considering he had been saving for a few years to eventually buy his own house, plus the extra "consulting money" he was getting from Josh's company, he was okay with it. While the stress of the move and wrapping up his life in NJ was getting a bit stressful, he was handling it all in stride, and truly was content with his decision; something that Sarah noticed on their evening calls when they were discussing the house, he was simply at ease and there wasn't the obvious tension or uncertainty.