Why deceive me??
60. Sara's Foolish Thinking

"Remember the other day in my garden when I shapeshifted? I wanted you to move out of that cliff but you seemed afraid of me and all that. I didn't want to scare you that's why I didn't try to come any closer. I didn't want to lose you. And the other day you were kidnapped, it felt like hell. I can stand a day without seeing you. I don't care what you are who you are, or where you come from. I don't want to know. All I want to believe is I love you," He said, then kissed my hands. I felt my heart do a double flip. Can he stop saying that for once? When did all these unknown feelings grow? I can't allow him to fall in love with me. He's to be in love with Katie and not me. Well technically, I'm Katie but what if the real Katie comes back? Do I have to leave him? Do I have to part ways with him and never serve him again? Will he even notice if I'm not there again?

Sara was at her fifth bottle of wine when Alan came into the room.

Alan saw the family's doctor coming out of the house and he thought it was Ronnie sick. So he decided to check up on her. He knew how she was yesterday and it would be unwise not to check up on her, at least to know how she was fairing today. She hadn't even come down for breakfast and it was already time for lunch.

He saw a female silhouette in the room immediately he came inside the room. Why was she drinking when she was supposed not to be feeling fine? He walked toward her.

"Hey, you are supposed to be drinking," he said and made to grab the glass from her.

Sara turned to face him and saw Damon instead. She smiled seductively and clung to him. "Oh, I've been thinking about you," She said.

Alan, slightly taken aback by the fact that it was Sara, immediately wishes he had just called Katie instead.

"What are you doing, Sara," He asked

"Please, make love to me," She pleaded.

Alan was shocked beyond words. What was she doing? He didn't understand.

"You're drunk, get off me," He demanded.

Sara laughed and gently stroked his excitement. "Come on, I know you want it too. Let's just make it quick and nobody would know," she said seductively.

Alan tried one last time to reason with her. "This isn't right. Don't do this," He said again but it was as if Sara already made up her mind to do it.

She unzipped his fly, took out his penis, and put it in her mouth. The one thing different from other girls was that she did not take off her clothing. She wore her dress the whole time. Alan tried to move, but it felt as if his body were tied down by invisible threads. He felt himself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

He saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as he was about to come, she suddenly moved away and began slowly to undress him. She took off his pants, his shirt, and his underwear, and made him lie down on the bed. The clothes she kept on, though. She sat on the bed, took his hand, and brought it under her dress. She was not wearing panties. His hand felt the warmth of her vagina. It was deep, warm, and very wet. His fingers were all but soaked inside. ...

Then Sara mounted me and used her hand to slip me inside her. Once she had me deep inside, she began a slow rotation of her hips. As she moved, the edges of the pale-blue dress caressed his naked stomach and thighs. With the skirts of the dress spread out around her, Sara, riding on top of me, looked like a soft, gigantic mushroom that had silently poked its face up through the dead leaves on the ground and opened under the sheltering wings of night. Her vagina felt warm and at the same time cold. It tried to envelop him, to draw him in, and at the same time to press me out. My erection grew larger and harder. He felt he was about to burst wide open. It was the strangest sensation, something that went beyond the simple sexual pleasure he had with other ladies. It felt as if something inside her, something special inside her, were slowly working its way through his organ into him.

"Now fuck me like a dog," Sara tells him. She grips a pillow in her fists and he breathes behind her, hot air down her back which is starting to sweat and slip on his stomach. She doesn't want him to see her face because it is blowing up inside, red and furious, and she's grimacing at the pale white wall which is cool when she puts her hand on it to help her push back into him, get his dick to fill up her body until there's nothing left of her inside: just dick.

Sara put her own hands on her breasts and her palms rotated the nipples. Her hands swam down along her flanks. She rubbed her hips. Her feet pointed like a dancer's and her toes curled. Her pelvis rose from the bed as if seeking something in the air. Alan was now at the bureau, capping her bottled emollient.

"I'm going to cum," Sara called. And in the blink of an eye, they both had their orgasms together.

They were both panting and gasping for breath.

"That was epic," Alan said.

"Yeah, it's been a while since I had this," Sara said.

"You're damn hot," Alan said

"Yeah, you too Damon," Sara replied.

Alan froze.

"Damon!!! You mean?" He asked.

But Sara was fast asleep by now.