Ridiculust Ch. 06

"Here I was, trying to get your mind off of fucking me," he said as they turned and walked up a walkway to a two-storey house painted an attractive dark blue with red and yellow trim. Like her aura colours, he thought. "Have I succeeded?" he added with an impish grin as they walked up two steps to a concrete porch on the right side of the front of the house, where Roger held open the screen door while she retrieved a key ring from the large green handbag on her left shoulder, found the right key, and opened the door. They walked into a narrow foyer with a long closet on the left side that was closed off by a pair of folding louvered doors made of stained cedar. On the right side was a door that opened out from a powder room, and beyond that were stairs going to the second level. The foyer floor was a white tile that abruptly changed past the closet to a well-worn laminate floor with a faux maple finish. The living room, brightly illuminated by the picture window in the front, opened to the left and was painted a pale yellow, with a picture on the wall in his field of view.

Roger was more interested in unbuckling the clips that held the belly band and joined the shoulder straps across his chest so that he could slide the pack off his back and onto the floor with a thump. He groaned and stretched with a crackling of vertebrae. "We should leave the door open and let some air in here." The door was a relatively new, solid metal one with panels embossed on it on both sides and a small rectangular window at eye level. On the left side of the frame was a six-inch wide strip of glass with an attractive pattern of metal strips. It was partially frosted so that you couldn't see through it unless your nose was almost up against it.

"Nope," Sarah replied, firmly closing it with a solid click and a more emphatic clunk as she turned the knob on the deadbolt lock.

"Is that to keep the world out, or to keep me in?" he asked, slightly nervously.

"Both," she replied, advancing the two paces necessary to kiss him quickly. "We are in my house. No external standards of decency (she kissed his nose) will be applied to what we do (she kissed his cheek) or how long we do it." She looked down at the hard, glowing appendage that was poking her in her abdomen through Roger's shorts. "Looks like Little Lazarus wants to come out and get fucked into oblivion."

"I would like to believe you on that," he replied, gently kissing her upper lip, then delicately licking her lower one, and noticed how her glow amped up in response. "But I have a long and annoying track record of interruptions when getting hot and heavy." He checked his watch. "In about a minute or less, either your phone will ring or someone will come to knock on the door."

"No," said Sarah firmly. "Get your pack and go upstairs with me. I want you right now, and will NOT be interrupted by any -" Right on cue, the doorbell chimed loudly and they both jumped.

"Sarah, sweetie! I saw you come in! How are you doing?" asked a woman's voice from the other side of the door. Roger rolled his eyes and Sarah mouthed "Shit!" The doorknob rattled.

"Get your pack and hide in the kitchen," she hissed. "Just a minute," she called out to the unwanted visitor. Roger obeyed, scuttling faster than he thought he could. The kitchen was large enough to have a table with chairs by the outside wall and was at the back of the house, overlooking a nicely landscaped back yard. He couldn't hear what she was muttering under her breath as she watched him scurry through the doorway and figured that was for the best. There was a large hole in the wall between the kitchen and the dining room part of the living room through which food could be passed and he positioned himself to peek through the lower right corner. With her glow out and the telltale flush of arousal gone, Sarah composed herself as best as she could, unlocked and opened the door.