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My eyes shot back open. I could instantly tell I was drunk. I must have drank way too much and dozed for a second. I wasn't planning on drinking tonight, but somehow it happened anyway. I sensed a presence next to me.
"Hee-hee, I think we've both gotten a bit tipsy, haven't we?" Sara asked with a sleepy grin on her face. "I tend to drink a lot when I'm with you."
"Really?"
"Yeah. For some reason… I just tend to relax when you're beside me," she said, leaning her body against mine. Our shoulders brushed, and I could feel her body heat filtering through the fabric of her clothes.
This is what I think it is, right? As in, I actually have a chance here?
To test my hypothesis, I wrapped my arm around her waist. I expected her to be muscular, but she was actually soft, slender, and small. Honestly, this simple touch was enough to satisfy me for the day. Or so I thought, but then she wrapped her hand over mine. Eyes slightly moist, she glanced at me. "Rudeus…"
"S-Sara…" Our bodies seemed to press even closer together.
Okay, I decided, let's do this.
I figured it was about time to forget about the past and move on. I couldn't cling to it forever. Just a year ago, I had resolved to look ahead and move forward. That meant leaving Eris behind and moving on to the next romance.
That was right. Things with Eris were over. I needed to start a new chapter. There was no time to waste.
I pulled my arm back and stood. "It's, uh, getting late. How about we go back? I'll walk you to your room."
Still, I had to be cautious. I couldn't let myself get all carried away again like I did with Eris. If this romance ended like the last one, I might not be able to get back on my feet again. I needed to wait for the right timing. Right, Paul?
Somehow, I had the feeling that tonight would be different. I felt confidence swelling in my inebriated mind.
As I mulled that over, we paid our bill and headed outside. The moment we did, Sara suddenly pressed herself against me.
"I kind of want to talk to you a little bit more." Her words slurred together a bit. Her cheeks were flushed and her head swayed. Perhaps she'd drunk a bit too much too, but then again, maybe that wasn't a bad thing.
"Uhm, well, shall we go to another bar?" I asked.
"Hmm." She tapped her finger against her chin and glanced up at the sky. Then, completely nonchalant, she murmured, "Can we go to your room?"
I told myself to go with the flow, suppressing my instincts to push her away like I had everyone else. "Uh, uhm, w-well! Let's get going then, shall we?"
"Okay," she agreed, unusually meek as she smoothly linked her arm with mine. Her breasts, neither particularly large nor small, pressed against my arm. The heat from them felt like it would scorch me. They were so soft, so truly, truly soft. I felt a spark shoot through my heart, sending its pace soaring. I forced myself to calm down, lest I topple over in my drunken stupor and drag her down with me.
We made our way carefully to my room on the third floor of the inn, passing the owner who snickered at us, tossing a flask of expensive-looking alcohol my way. Not that we needed it at this point, but I appreciated the gesture.
"Here," I said.
"Thanks for letting me in."
I set the flask on the table and stumbled my way around nervously, trying to make her comfortable. Sara had already taken her jacket off, hung it up, and sat stiffly on my bed.
"Forget about all that, come over here," she said.
"Yes!" Going right now! I moved as if magnetically pulled and sat beside her. Our bodies sat close together. Insanely close. We both stared down at our laps.
"You know…" Sara began.
"Yes."
"I'm really grateful to you. If you hadn't come for me back then, I'd be dead."
"Yes."
She just wanted to have a serious conversation? That's what all this was about? Our shoulders were already touching, and the only things I could see were the pale white skin of her clavicle and the swell of breasts just beneath. Despite all of that, she wanted me to try to have a serious conversation with her?
Suddenly, she glanced my way. Our eyes met, faces so close that our noses nearly bumped. Her face filled my vision, and I found my reflection in the blue of her irises.
"That's why… uhm… you can do it."
At those words, my face crumpled in despair. Something felt wrong. Sara brought her head back in shock.
"What's wrong!? Are you okay?"
Those words didn't sound right to me. What was it? It sounded like she didn't want to sleep with me, but was rather trying to thank me. I didn't want this to be transactional though. Was that it? As quickly as it arrived, the feeling was gone. My face returned to normal, and I grabbed her hand.
"Sara, do you want this? Or do you just want to thank me? I want this, but not if you don't."
Her face went red and she looked back at her lap. "…You don't have to look so heartbroken about it. You scared me. If I didn't want it… I wouldn't… offer it…" Every word was more honest than the last, and quieter as well.
I decided to go for it, but I would be gentle and loving, rather than how rude I was with Eris. Gah! Don't think about that!
I raised my hand and brushed her hair behind her ear, and she turned her face back towards me. Holding her head, I pulled her towards me, and we kissed each other.
Sara's face radiated heat from her furious blush, and she seemed surprised. She probably expected me to push her down onto the bed. I let go and we looked at each other briefly, then I kissed her again. She made a cute noise and opened her mouth. I opened mine in turn, our tongues at last meeting and twisting together. Her breath tasted of alcohol, as did mine most likely. I probably should brush my teeth first next time.
Next time.
Sara's hands were still clutched together nervously in her lap, and I moved my free hand to hold hers. She happily entwined her fingers in mine, and I could feel her hands shaking. Sara was nervous. Extremely nervous. This was her first time, and she must have been terrified of rejection, considering our relationship.
I gently lowered her down onto the bed, still kissing her. She swung her legs onto the bed to get more comfortable. My left hand supported my body on the bed and my right clutched her left hand tightly, as lovers would. Her right hand came up to my face and held me as we kissed each other. Her fingers were calloused and tough, but the back of her hands were soft.
"You're much gentler than I thought you'd be."
"Blame the alcohol."
We giggled like children together for a moment. I leaned back and began peeling her dress off. She didn't have a bra on, just a thin, white, simple pair of panties. As an adventurer, these were probably the nicest pair she owned. My knuckles brushed her body all the way up as I discarded her clothing, and she posed for me with her arms covering her breasts as I tossed it aside. I took off my own shirt and threw it on top of her dress.
I grinned playfully at Sara, then grabbed her hands. She peered bashfully back. I prepared to peel her hands back to unveil the prizes underneath.
Sara's body was remarkably slender from her life as an adventurer. There were distinct tan lines drawing borders where her clothes had been. As an archer, she didn't need much muscle, but rather her entire body was covered in lean muscle. She was poor so she didn't eat much, and so she was thin. She had good genes though, that was for certain. Her hips were thin, but her waist was even thinner, forming a perfect hourglass. Her belly button was small. My eyes continued traveling upwards, and I did a double take.
Her breasts were larger than I expected. They must have been on the larger end of medium, surprising for her age and lifestyle. I rotated her arms away and revealed them in their full glory. Her areolas were thin and her nipples were puffy, but not too large. They were enticing enough to cause a man to drool. She had a gorgeous body. One that left nothing to be desired. Her cheeks glowed with an intense blush, and her wrists quivered in my grip.
My knees were between her thighs, which squeezed against me. I felt a lot of give on her end. Hmm hmm… I'll have to investigate those later.
I moved her hands behind her head and held them down, then I lowered my head to her breasts, giving them kisses. She squeaked and shut her eyes tight as I teased her. I nibbled gently on each nipple, twirling circles around them with my tongue. Her thighs squeezed me harder in protest as another squeal escaped her lips.
My hands released Sara's wrists and traced their way down her arms, down her torso, and finally resting on her legs, brushing and squeezing her thighs. They were magnificent. She gulped as I stood up.
I turned Sara so that her legs ran over the side of the bed. I slowly removed her underwear, then I removed my trousers and underwear in turn. My legs found themselves between hers, spreading her thighs far apart. I noticed a small patch of blonde hair, but out of concern for Sara, I decided not to stare further. The height of the bed was perfect for me to stand.
My dick raged in anticipation. Sara looked down at it, anxiety painting her face. I leaned forward again and kissed her to calm her down. She moaned into my kiss and buried her hands in my hair. I felt her breath steady. Still kissing, I used my left hand to position myself at her entrance. She jumped as my dick brushed her sensitive crotch. I felt our moisture swirl together.
"Ready?"
"Please…"
I thrusted forward and entered her, warmth and moisture surrounding my cock. I felt that familiar resistance, but I forced my way through and felt it give. Sara cried out in pain, but I held her close and clutched her hand.
"It's okay, it's okay, it's normal, don't worry."
I kissed her cheek as she got her breathing under control. I pulled out, then penetrated her again and began moving slowly. Her pants began giving way to moans. I went deeper, harder, faster. Sara raised her legs and wrapped them around me, and her arms went around me as well. Her ass supported her entire body at the edge of the bed as I drove my dick into her vagina.
Sara held no reservations anymore. She moaned loudly as I fucked her, head bobbing as I drove into her over and over. Her nails clutched into my back hard enough to pierce the skin, making me grunt in delicious pain. She stared at my cock as it pounded her over and over, her eyes glazed over in ecstasy.
Sara's body slipped slightly over the side of the bed, and my legs pinned her in place as she held onto me for dear life. I bottomed out hard into her and she screamed loudly enough for the owner to hear.
My stamina ran out agonizingly quickly in this difficult position, and eventually I sank to my knees with her still on me. Sara caught on though. I laid my body back and down on the floor and let her sit on me. We never disconnected from each other.
Sara gazed into my eyes and placed her hands on the center of my chest, one on top of the other like she was giving CPR. My hands found themselves back on her thighs. My goal would be to explore every inch of them before I came. I certainly had a difficult challenge ahead, because they were remarkably thick.
Sara wiggled her hips back and forth, my dick completely buried inside her and feeling out every single inch of her tight cavern. I moaned and closed my eyes involuntarily. After ages of sexual agony, Sara finally began riding me. She moved her hands up to my shoulders for support, and I squeezed her thighs as she began bouncing up and down. I thrusted my hips to meet hers. Sara's face was inches from mine. We both panted booze-scented breaths into each other's face, eyes closed despite our intense desires to stare at each other.
I tasted her breath, breathed her perfume, pounded her pussy, groped her thighs. She squeezed my shoulders, fucked my body, tasted my breath, breathed my scent. We were one.
"R-Rudeus! Uhm…! I…!"
Sara stopped moving and shuddered with an orgasm, her cheek smushed against mine. I humped her five more times and then came myself, unloading into Sara's very fertile cunt. Our liquids swirled together and our hips remained pressed as close as possible. Sara planted her lips on mine sloppily, devouring my mouth as her pussy drained onto the floor, equally messy. I kissed her back and hugged her close.
Eventually, I deposited her on the floor next to me and she giggled. Our hands explored each other's body. Her waist was especially curvy when she was on her side.
"We should probably clean up, huh?" I said.
"Do we have to?"
"I'd prefer to hold you in bed."
Sara kissed me lightly on the lips and I felt the smile split across her face. We got up and washed off separately, letting our emotions wash over us quietly, then we happily hopped back in bed for some pillow talk. I turned out the light and we held hands on our backs, shoulders pressed together.
"You know, I'm really glad that I met you," I began.
"I'm sorry for how horrible I was to you back then."
"I think I needed a kick, actually. It worked out in the end."
"…I'm glad I met you too, Rudeus."
We paused for a while, the obvious question hanging in the air. I decided to voice it.
"What does this mean now?"
"…"
"We don't have to know immediately, I don't think."
"…I'm sorry. I wish I could explain what I'm thinking."
"It's okay."
Some time passed.
"…I'm searching for my mother, as you know."
"…"
"I can't say how long I will stay here, but-"
"Stop," she said quickly. "Let's just enjoy this moment now."
"…You're right."
Some pillow talk. I'd have to get better at that.
Next time.
We turned on our side and I spooned her. One hand held hers and the other went under the pillow. Her warm, soft body supported mine. I'd take this one day at a time, I decided. We drifted off to sleep.
I woke up to a pair of gorgeous blue eyes staring into mine. They went wide and shut quickly, feigning sleep rather poorly, as the blond eyebrows perched atop were pinched together and quivering.
I raised my hand up to Sara's head and brushed her hair behind her ear, and one of them opened, peering bashfully to see my reaction.
"Hello there."