Love with a Twist Ch. 13

Robert set down his drink. "She passed away two years ago. Heart attack."

"Oh, god, Robert! I am sorry." Sarah reached out and took her hands in his.

"It's ok; you didn't know," Robert replied, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. "It was very sudden, and she did not have to go through much pain. A week before it happened we were sitting in her apartment sharing some coffee and catching up. She asked me if I had heard anything from you, and why I was no longer with you. She always asked about you, and always told me how silly I was for leaving you."

Robert watched a small girl in a pink dress play in the sand near the slide. She looked so content sitting there, happy to just be in the sun with the sand. Robert felt Sarah grab his wrist and drape it over her shoulders, laying her head on the side of his shoulder.

"Why were you drinking?" Sarah whispered.

"To forget." Giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze, Robert explained to Sarah that after leaving her, when he got back to Ohio he struggled with sleeping at night, questioning his decision to leave her and the horrible job he found when in Ohio. The job had been in a call center that specialized in technology, and he answered networking questions.

He explained that it had just started out with a couple of beers at night after work, sometimes with people he worked with, but most times he was alone. Eventually he started drinking harder liquors, and would drink till he passed out. He explained that it was not till his mother had passed away that he realized that he had a problem. Jeff, a good friend of his, helped him get back on his feet and get him to meetings. It was not till after he had been clean and sober for six months that Peter had come forward and offered him a job, and then a partnership, at a new technology company.

Sarah pulled away from him, wiping a tear away. "I am so sorry, Robert," she mumbled, turning away from him.

"For what?" he asked, confused about why she was sorry and crying.

"If I had not been so selfish, you may not have left and ruined your life."

"My drinking is not your fault, Sarah. That was my choice to make," he replied, scooting towards her and wrapping his arms around her. "Sarah, please, what's done is done. We are trying to start over, right?" he whispered into her ear.

Sarah nodded her head and turned around in his arms, wrapping them around his neck and holding him tightly. "Not that I want to ruin what we are trying to mend, but why did you forgive me?" Sarah asked pulling away from him.

Robert sat back against the bench looking back to the little girl in pink, trying to figure out why he had been so forgiving. He knew that he loved her, and that the thought of losing her again made his stomach twist into knots. Than he remembered something Jeff had told him, while he was convincing him to get into Alcoholics Anonymous: "Everyone makes mistakes in life, and everyone deserves a second chance."

Robert turned to Sarah and took her hand in his because "everyone should get a second chance."

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After they finished their lunch, they took a leisurely walk around the park, holding hands and commenting to each other about the activities going on around them. When they made it back to his car, Sarah asked him if he wanted to go back to her condo for some coffee. Robert agreed.

When they arrived at her condo, Sarah told him to go sit down at the dining room table while she started brewing the coffee. Robert smiled, watching her from the table as she gracefully moved around the small kitchen. The light summer dress she was wearing whirled away from her body as she moved, making it appear that she was dancing.

"Hey Sarah, can I ask you something?" Robert asked, looking out the window towards the shimmering ripples of the waves beyond the beach.

"Sure?" she replied, setting down a small white coffee cup in front of him.

"What is Kelli like?" Robert asked, taking a sip from the cup.

Sarah sat down and smiled, setting down her own cup. "She is the most amazing little soul I have ever met." She smiled, wiping a tear that ran freely down her cheek. "She is a tough one, sweet and smart like her mother, but fiercely independent. She likes to take life at her own pace, and seems to be two steps ahead of where everyone expects her to be."

Sarah gave a brief overview of the last three years with startling precision. Starting with Kelli learning to roll over, crawl, and finally to walk on her own. Sarah recalled all of Kelli's favorite foods growing up, her favorite toys, and even her favorite TV shows. She could even recall the last several times Kelli was sick and the medication she was given.

To Robert, she sounded like a very active and proud mother exalting the virtues of her own child. Even though he still had two days to make a decision, he was sure Sarah was ready for the job of mother. He was just not sure he was ready to be a father.

They sat for several hours chatting about Kelli, Robert asking question after question, and Sarah providing detailed stories about the last three years raising her. During the course of the conversation they had moved into the living room, with Robert relaxing on the a white couch and Sarah sitting in white chair across from him.

"...And then she launched the apple sauce using the spoon and it splattered against the wall behind me, which made Kelli giggle and laugh." Sarah beamed, pointing to a small stain on the wall next to the dining room table.

Robert chuckled, glancing at the faint yellow stain on the wall. His eyes drifted around the room, which had changed very little in the last three years he had been away. There was an obvious addition of a small playpen, a high chair, and Kelli's toys, but beyond that it looked the same.

"Lots of memories in here..." Robert whispered, his eyes coming to rest on the beautiful creature in front of him.

Sarah held his gaze for a moment before slowly standing up from her chair and gathering the coffee mugs from the table between them. Robert reached out and grabbed her wrist gently. "Sarah?"

"You are having second thoughts, aren't you?" she whispered gently, trying to pull his wrist from her hand.

"No?!" Robert said, letting her wrist go and standing up before her. "Why would you think that?"

"Your memories comment. I thought you were remembering how much we fought in this room..." she whispered, setting down the cups and straightening up before him.

"No!" Robert chuckled, "I was thinking about all the fun we have had here." He could feel a new warmth spread through his cheeks as he averted his gaze away from her face.

Sarah giggled. Leaning in, she kissed him on the cheek and whispered, "Try living with the memories in this condo for three years." Reaching down, she grabbed the cups and slowly made her way to the kitchen.

"Oh really?!" Robert called, watching her walk away. "Had some lonely nights did you?"

"No!" she called from the kitchen, "I had porn to keep me company!" she called back.

Robert burst into laughter sitting back down on the couch, while Sarah strolled back from the kitchen over to the couch and stopped in front of him. Bending over in front of him, she leaned in close and whispered, "You know that thought turns you on..." She kissed him lightly on the mouth.

Robert reached out, grabbed her hips and pulled her down into his lap, causing Sarah to yelp loudly when she landed in his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she put her feet on the couch. She sat in his lap side saddle style as she kissed him deeply.

He felt her backside wiggle around in his lap grinding against his already stiffening member. He slipped his hands under her soft summer dress and back up her legs, parting thighs to reach her warm stiff package.

Sarah sighed softly into their kiss and she let one leg slip from his lap to brace the floor, allowing him to have greater access to her sex.

Robert grunted in approval, pulling aside her panties and letting her seven-inch throbbing hard cock spring to life, tenting her dress.

"God, that feels great!" she remarked, wiggling her ass in his lap. Reaching under her dress, she grabbed the sides of her pink panties. Lifting her hips, she slightly pulled the panties down and tossed them aside.

Robert reached out and gently grasped her shaft with his fingertips, letting them drag down to her soft tight wrinkled sack then back up to her bulbous head.

"Is this what you do when you're watching porn?" Robert asked, wrapping his fingers as best he could around her shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Yes," she whimpered, leaning back against the arm of the couch and slowly pumping her hips in an effort to slide her length through his fist.

"What do you enjoy watching?" Robert asked, releasing his tight hold on her and letting her cock slide against the palm of his hand.

"All kinds of stuff..." Sarah replied sitting up slightly to look at Robert.

"Like what?" Robert asked, pulling his hand away from her and slipping it down to massage her ass. "Tell me the last porn you got off to, or one that really turned you on."

Sarah chewed her lower lip, glancing quickly to her aching erection, hidden under her summer dress. She clearly remembered the last porn she watched. The porn had a transgender female who created a scenario with her lover: she had hired him to be her sex slave and forced him to do whatever she wanted - even going so far as to take the male from behind.

"Never mind, Sarah, you don't have to answer," Robert quickly countered after seeing the trepidation on her face.

"No," she replied. "It is just, I am not sure you would enjoy it. It may not be your thing." Sarah shifted slightly, enjoying the freedom of having her womanhood unrestrained.

"Try me," he replied, letting his hand return to stroking her shaft.

Sarah slipped off his lap and stood up, "Come with me," she said, holding out her hand to him.

Robert took her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. Standing up, she pulled him along, leading him to her bedroom. Opening the door, she motioned for him to enter. She stepped in behind him and closed the door.

"Do you really want to know what turns me on lately?" she asked.

"Yeah, for sure!" Robert replied, watching her cross the room and smiling at the way her erection pulled at the summer dress as it swayed.

Sarah grabbed for his belt, giving it a sharp yank to unhook it. Once the belt had been opened, she reached for the button on Robert's pants and fumbled with it, trying to slip the button back through the hole of the pants. Robert reached down to help her but she quickly slapped his hands away, "Uh-uh," she grunted, finally getting the button free and letting his pants slip from his hips.

Robert smiled throwing his hands into the air, as if he was being held at gunpoint and watched her sink to her knees, taking his blue boxers with her. His throbbing erection sprang free, making Sarah giggle as it danced about with it's own momentum.

Standing back up straight, she eyed her work, closely giving an approving nod of satisfaction. "Don't you just love the feeling of being unrestrained?" she asked pointing to his exposed cock.

Robert wiggled his hips and made a quizzical face, putting on a show, of trying to decide if it was better to have his manhood wrapped in cloth or free.

Sarah started to giggle, as she watched his cock weave around in the air in front of him. She gave him a playful slap. "Stop, and go sit in that chair," she said in a firm tone and pointed to the corner behind him.

Robert pulled his feet out of his pants and started to unbutton his dress shirt before she stopped him with an outstretched hand. "Leave the shirt on but unbuttoned," she commanded, now using her hand to wave him away. Robert turned from her and walked over to the white semi-circular chair that was in the corner. It had a light brown cushion to sit on and when he sat down he realized that he could see the whole room from the chair.

In the bedroom opposite the bed, which he was now sitting next to was a brown dresser that had three drawers. Sarah turned on the forty inch black television on top of the dresser. The screen came to life and showed the image of a DVD slowly bouncing from corner to corner. Robert guessed it was a placeholder image for when the DVD player was not in use. Sarah quietly crossed the room to the window, drawing the curtains closed and darkening the room.

Crossing over to the bed she grabbed two pillows and tossed them to the floor several feet in front of him. Stopping suddenly she looked around the room, nibbling on her lower lip again. Shaking her head, she walked over to Robert and motioned for him to stand. Slipping behind his naked form, she grabbed the chair and turned it slightly to face the bed and then moved the pillows in front of it.

Nodding with satisfaction, Sarah gently grasped his elbows, walking him in a small circle till he faced the chair with his back to the bed. Gently, she pushed him back till he was standing just behind the pillows.

"Kneel," she commanded. Robert glanced down at the pillows and took another step back from Sarah.

"I...I don't know about this, baby," he remarked, the set-up reminding him of a gay porn he once saw in which one guy was kneeling on some pillows holding onto the bed while another guy forcefully fucked him. At the time it looked extremely painful for the guy on bottom. Sarah smiled sweetly reaching up to gently caresses his cheek.

"It is ok, Tiger. I promise I am not gonna do anything you do not want me to do." Sarah smiled, pulling him close to kiss him sweetly on the lips. "Now, kneel," she said in a stern voice, gently pushing on his shoulders. Robert sank to his knees and looked back up at her, watching her cross the room back towards the TV.

Robert felt a bit of nervous twisting in the bottom of his stomach, which lead to his member losing some of its zeal. He watched her walk to a small table on the other side of the bed, bend over and pull a bottle out, and set it on the bed, along with two smaller objects, before shutting a drawer and crossing back over to the chair.

Sitting down in the chair with her small prizes in her arms, she smiled down at him. Holding the objects with one arm she pulled the bottle out from among them and presented it to him. It was a large bottle of lube.

His stomach twisted and his throat ran dry as she placed it on the floor at her feet in front of him. He knelt there staring at it, "Sarah...?" He tried to speak but she hushed him by placing her hand at his mouth.

"Tiger, I told you not to worry," she replied, leaning back in her chair. Reaching into her arms, she drew out a small odd-looking cone-shaped toy. He realized that the toy was an anal plug; he had seen one before, and it looked very uncomfortable to wear.

Sarah set it down in front of him and then drew out a second one, again holding it in front of her. She smiled down at him and then placed it on the other side of the bottle of lube. Finally she showed him a remote control for the DVD player. Holding it out, she started the DVD then cycled through a couple of scenes till she found the one she wanted.

From just the quick couple of flashes on the screen, Robert knew that this was a transgender porn and that it involved a male and transgender female. Robert glanced back down to the toys in front of him and then looked to Sarah who was watching him intently.

Robert heard voices coming from the TV and turned to see an image of a blond vixen in black leather booths and a black leather bodice sporting an eight inch erection. She stood over a brown-haired muscular male and ordered him to suck her cock. The male, who looked very subservient and docile, leaned forward and took all of her hard length till his nose was buried in a small triangular tuft of brown hair above the shaft.

The female grabbed the back of his head and began to rock her hips back and forth, making comments about how drab the male's skills were at pleasuring her and promising to make him pay for doing such a horrible job. The male tried to respond but she shouted him down and told him to just do a better job.

"I could never be that mean to you Robert, hunny, but I love to see you on your knees before me..." Sarah whispered in his ear, causing Robert to jump slightly. He had not realized how mesmerized he had become by the sexual scene playing out on the screen. Turning to face her he saw that she had hiked up her summer dress exposing her hard shaft which she slowly stroked while watching the scene on the TV.

Licking his lips uncontrollably, he watched her fingertips playing along the length of her shaft, reaching low to stroke her sack, then drifting back up to squeeze the mushroom shaped head, drawing a drop of precum from the tip onto her index finger. Holding the finger out, she motioned with her other hand for him to take the drop from her finger.

Leaning forward Robert opened his mouth to accept her small gift, only to watch in frustration as she pulled the finger away and put it in her own mouth. Her eyes closed slightly, while she let out a satisfying moan around her finger. Smiling down at him, she pulled the finger from her lips and leaned forward.

"I have a deal to offer you: a game of sorts," she seductively spoke, reaching out to drag a finger down his chest. "If you allow me to insert this plug inside you, I will do anything you want for the the evening. If not, then you will be my sex slave and do anything I want short of penetrating you."

Robert sat back on his heels glancing from this new dominant Sarah to the cone-shaped toy lying on the floor in front of him. Robert heard a loud grunt from the TV and looked over to see the female had buried her large length deep inside the male actor, who was now bent over the side of the bed. His face was red from exertion and his teeth were clenched. To Robert, it looked like the most painful thing that could happen to a man.

Looking back over to the toys, he noticed that Sarah had pushed them away with her foot. Slipping out of the chair, she knelt down in front of him, taking his hands in hers. "Robert, look. If you don't feel comfortable with any of this just say so; you will not hurt my feelings. You asked what really got me aroused, and this gets me so hot," she whispered blushing with her last confession.

"I... I am not ready for that.." Robert replied, pointing to the toys. "So I guess I will be your willing slave for the evening." Sarah gave a squeal of joy then kissed him deeply on the lips, then grabbed the remote and shutting off the TV.

"You are gonna love this!" she quipped happily "Come!" she called, walking away from him towards the bathroom door in the far corner. Robert made to stand up, but before he could get his feet under him, she told him to crawl to her on all fours. Smiling, Robert crawled across the room and followed her like an obedient dog into the bathroom.

"Stand," she ordered, leaning back against the the counter in the bathroom. Robert slowly got to his feet, trying to dust off his knees as he stood to see if he had gotten rug burn from crawling across the bathroom. Robert was still not sure if he was really into being made to crawl around on the floor and be someone's sex slave but he had to admit he was feeling very aroused, and not just because of his aching member but with his odd desire to do anything to please Sarah.

Sarah ordered him to start the shower for her and then disrobe her, expressing to him that they would shower together. He was not there to enjoy washing her completely from head to toes. She made it clear that he was not allowed to pleasure himself in anyway.

Sarah stood in the shower with back against the wall, slowly spinning a bar of soap in her hand. Robert made to step into the shower but she stopped him and said, "You need to ask to join me in here..." she taunted.