Sarah pulled up to Chris's house, smiling as she saw him race out of the house towards her. She shut off her car and giggle happily, squealing as he yanked her car door open and snatced her out of her Cirrus, lifting her in the air for a great big bear hug. "I'm so glad you're finally here!" He exclaimed, burying his nise into her rose scented hair, breathing deeply. Sarah, still suspended up in his arms, blushed lightly, feeling his well muscled body held tightly against her own softer, supple body.
"I'm so glad to be here! Thank you for letting me come!" She sighed as he set her back down onto her feet. She stepped back, wrapped her arms around herdelf and took a good look at him for the first time. He was about 6'5'' tall, light brown hair, dark eyes, a wicked sensual mouth and strong chin. Handsome in every aspect of the word. Sarah kept her eyes from skimming over his body, she'd already felt it. And she'd enjoyed it, maybe a little too much. She giggled at the fact that she had to really crane her neck to look up at him, he was so much taller than her.
Sarah spent the summer moving to columbia, in with her sister Denise, after graduating two months ago. She'd planned on going to one of the local community colleges, and working to put herself through school. It was the beginning of September and the weather was starting to turn colder. The tree's changing colors, sheding their magnificent leaves all over the ground. Chris lived close by in another town about thirty minutes away from where she lived. She had met him online about 7 months ago and they had been fast, steady friends ever since then. They were both deeply rooted in a christian background and put God before everything in their life. They'd shared many of their experiences with Him and had many of the same thoughts and ideas pertaining to christianity. Every sunday after church she would get on the phone and call him, and they would have their own small fellowship over the phone and she would talk about what she'd learned in church. He was always working at the female prison so he never had a chance to go to church.
The first three months their conversations were relatively innocent, Chris had many bad things experiences in his past that he shared with her, and Sarah shared some of her own. They'd touched base on just about every issue and soon Sarah began to feel something different for him. Everytime she'd pick up her phone, and his deep voice would be on the other line asking her about her day and she would blush. Trying to play off that the reason why her voice was so breathless was because she ha'd been running around the house. Even though that wasn't the case. She'd spent the past few weeks analyzing her feelings for him. She cared deeply about him, and he cared about her too. They'd decided to pray about it and wait to see what would happen.
He was always respectful of her, never talking about things that he'd thought would embarrass her. She'd sent him a file of all her pictures and was amazed at her beauty. He never told her but sometimes he'd spend hours staring at her. Taking in the tilt of her head, the curve of her lip. The way she always had her left arm wrapped around her body and right elbow resting against it, leaning her head agaisnt her hand, her fingers slightly curled against her cheek. He looked through her photos, observing how in just about every one she'd had her arms wrapped around herself, like she was trying to keep something in, or something away. Like she was protecting herself. Chris stared at her now, she had her right arm pressed against her stomach and her left arm was across her chest, her hand gripping her shoulder. He thought it was incredibly cute, but training let him know that there were some reasons as to why she always held herself. Like she didnt want anyone to get too close.
He studyed her profile. She was insanely beautiful. Though from past conversations he knew she didn't think so. He always held back from telling her what he really though about her. So all he did was assure her that she was beautiful, had the biggest, gorgeous eyes he'd ever seen in a female. She looked Native American, had all the features though he knew that she was hlaf black and white, with a bit of native american. But you couldnt tell just from looking at her. She looked like she belonged in a deerskin dress. A smile quirked his lips as he thought about how sexy that would look. She was 5'4, she was curvy, had a nice flat stomach, firm round hips, shapely legs and small, pretty feet. She was wearing open toe sandals and she had a annkle braclet and toe ring on her left foot. Chris had to refrain from looking at her chest, five years of military training teaching him discipline should have made that easy. But it wasnt.
He studied her face more. Chris fell in love with her skin. Traveling around the world and being to several different countries didnt prepare him for the beauty of her golden skin. She was practically glowing, and her skin looked so soft. He reached out and touched his fingertips lightly to her cheek. Sarah lips parted at the contact, totally unprepared to be touched by him. Chris's eyes took in the motion. His eyes darkened as he stared at her moist, pink lips. Lips he wanted to kiss, very badly. His hand moved her long, straight hair out of her face and behind her ear. Sarah had told chris that she always used to wear her hair straight but she'd wanted a change of scene and had been wearing it naturally curly for almost a year now. But yesterday she had decided to straighten it and she was amazed at how long it'd grown. It hung straight down her back, and rested against her hips. Her bangs fell into her eyes, giving her face and almost childlike look. Chris took the time to admire how silky her hair was, threading his fingers through the strands and tugging slightly. She giggled and turned her head slightly, showing him a new piercing that she had just got a couple days ago.
"Mom wasn't too happy about it. She said "its ok to have one piercing Sarah but TWO! what were you thinking!!! Thats UNGODLY!" Sarah smiled, doing an awesome job of imitating her mother. Chris chuckled and contemplated her ear. Perfect, it was small, slightly pink and all the piercing served was to enhance the beauty of it. Chris wondered what it be like to nibble on it, to run his tongue around the outter shell.
He shook his head clear of all those thoughts, realizing that Sarah had been waiting for him to say something.
"Well, i think its very nice." He smiled. "Come on, let me show you my home. Do you have enough clothes? How many days did you wanna stay? I took a two week vacation just in case."
"I have three or four bags in the back on my car," she started, turning with him as he opened her car door and got the bags out. "And its fall, my classes dont start, for another three weeks. And i packed a few hoodies but i need to go shopping for a decent fall jacket and a coat for the winter. Two weeks sound just fine." She moved forward to grab her bags from him but he shook his head. Sarah was amazed at his strength. He lifted all four of her bags effortlessly. Muscles bunching up under the tight long sleeved shirt he had on.
"I got this, just lock your car up and grab your purse. Could you get the door for me though?" He threw over his shoulder, walking towards his house.
Sarah had to run to catch up with him, he was so much taller than she was and walked with long, sure strides that she found difficult to keep up with. Chris smiled, watching her bounce along in front of him, her hair swinging side to side. Sarah got to the door and opened it, standing back as he passed her. She closed the door and turned around, gasping as she saw his house for the very first time. It was...beautiful. Everything was intricatley decorated, the walls a delicate dark tan color. Masculine, but not so much so as to scared the ladies away.
"Are you hungry?" He asked. Setting down her bags in the living room. Sarah didn't answer, mesmerized by the pictures he had on the wall. Photos of him in iraq, italy, japan, and countless other places filled the wall. Sarah was speechless. She touched a picture of a japanese temple, set against the sunset, with cherry blossom trees blowing their leaves across the photo. It was so beautiful. She jumped as she felt his warm hand press against her lower back. She drew her hand away.
"Did you take this?" She asked, staring up at him.
"Yes. Every picture that you see in this house that doesn't have me in them, except for the obviously professional ones, are ones i took. I'd like to take you to Japan one day. It's very beautiful." He aid, staring into her eyes. Sarah looked away hurridly, away from the heat in his eyes.
Lord give me strength. He thought.
"So! What do you want to eat?" He asked, taking her by the arm and pulling her in the kitchen.
"Well that depends on what you have now doesn't it?" She teased, plopping down on one of the high stools against the island.