Thrumming her fingers on the arm of a living room chair, she gazed at Ghost; thin, arthritic and staring at her from beneath the sofa. She wanted to contact Tristán just one more time. She didn’t have his number, and couldn’t ask Jason for it. She didn’t know where he lived. Ghost shuddered, then Sarah recalled an old conversation between him and her mother, ‘Yes ma’am, I work for C&C HVAC.’
Worth a shot. C&C HVAC popped right up on her phone browser. She paused, then with a shaky hand, hit the number.
“Oh Lord, please don’t pick up, please don’t…”
“C&C HVAC,” barked a woman.
“Uh, oh, hi, um, my name is Sarah, and our air conditioning has conked out…”
“Yep, ’tis the season. Lemme see what I can…”
“Uh, do you have a Tristán Ventura that works for you?”
“Tristán? Yeah, sure, lemme see if…,” Sarah heard the woman clicking away, then she said, “Ma’am, you’re in luck. Someone cancelled this morning. Tristán’s got a 1:00 opening or thereabouts. You want it?”
“Yes!” Sarah nearly jumped, “Uh, yes, please.” She recited the address, hung up, and paced for the next two hours, sweeping and mopping the kitchen floor in between, for variety.
1:30. A knock at the door. The floor of her guts nearly dropped, but she wiped her hands on the dishtowel, straightened, then remembered something. She sprinted to her room, retrieved the item, and slowed down a few steps before she answered the door.
Tristán stood with a smile, a little sweaty in the hot afternoon. He raised a brow, “Trouble?”
Sarah opened the door and let him in. He strode through the hallway into the kitchen, dressed in blue work trousers and white uniform button down that stretched across his broad shoulders. Light smudges of dirt laced the tops of his hands, and he carried a heavy tool bag. “Huh, feels cool in here, Sarah,” he cocked his head. He walked further, then stopped and turned. Sunlight from a window behind Sarah created a silhouette through her robe.
“Uh, Sarah, where are your parents?”
“Work.”
Tristán sighed, and slowly let the tool bag slip to the floor, “And Jason? He at work, too?”
Sarah nodded, biting her lip and leaning into the counter, the diaphanous robe riding her curves.
Tristán hung his head, then shook it and chuckled, “Okay, Sarah?” He looked at her, “Is there anything wrong with the air conditioning?”
She looked him in the eye and stepped closer, “Yes. It’s too hot in here.” She took another step, then placed his hand on her chest, “Feel. I’m too hot,” another step, her other hand slipped over him, “and I don’t care about your hangups, about me, I mean.”
She pressed herself to him as his hand drifted over her breast, brushing her pink nipple until it hardened under the robe. She shivered, “I’m sorry about what happened to you, but it hasn’t changed my mind.” Her fingers fiddled with the button of his shirt, “You’re still the one. I called you. Now service me.”
“But…”
She put a finger to his lips and shook her head.
He caved. Breathing harder, his hands fell to her waist as he watched Sarah unbutton, then pull out his shirt, painfully slow, until it hung slack like her robe with her soft, pale breasts peeking through.
“You’re handy,” she whispered, “do whatever you have to.”
With a stuttering breath, he took her hand and stepped back, to guide her upstairs.
“No, here,” she pointed to the floor. “Right here, now, before you change your mind.”
She hooked her finger over the front of his pants, deftly undoing the button and the zipper, freeing his hard-on, giving it air and space. She stroked it, her hand sliding deep into his pants. Tristán breathed hard through her hair and an unreal feeling came over Sarah; she was finally having her way with him.
She pulled his underwear up and over his cock, then got on her knees. He grabbed the counter, “No, Sarah, you don’t have to…,”
“Mm, don’t worry, I’ve done this before.” His cock hovered an inch before her lips as she looked up, “But I was thinking about you every time.”
No cute pecks or tongue tickles. Her lips passed over his head and she swallowed his cock as far as she could, sending him into a cramp, “Jesus, Sarah, easy!” He nearly touched the back of her throat as she plunged herself onto his shaft, rock-hard and throbbing. Tristán whimpered, cursed, fought the urge to grab her by the hair and shove his dick deeper down her throat. But she came up for air and grabbed his shirt, pulling him. Knees weak, he came down easily. She leaned back, the filmy robe slipping from her shoulders, her feet hooking him behind his knees.
“You sure, here on the floor?” Tristán panted.
Sarah nodded pulling back the rest of the robe, revealing the white lace panties riding over her virgin mound, “Here. Mount me here, fuck me.”
“I don’t have anything, though. I…”
Sarah lifted her backside, “Stick your hand down my ass, under my panties.” He did so and grinned as his fingertips felt a foil corner, which he did not retrieve yet, but ran his hand over her cheek, digging his fingers into her crack and giving a squeeze. Sarah cried, “Oh, please, fingers in me, make me wet.”
He dropped the condom next to her, then drew his fingers over her thigh, pulling aside the edge of her panties, exploring her smooth pussy.
Sarah moaned, then mustered the words, “Down there…got ready…don’t know what you like…”
“Mm, I like you,” he whispered in her ear, then pressed his fingertips into her lips, coaxing the moistness. She moved with his fingers, encouraging him to go deeper, “But not too deep, that’s for, you know.”
Tristán grinned, “Enough troubleshooting. I think I know what you need.” He withdrew his fingers, sufficiently wet now, and hiked himself higher over her. With his hand behind her neck, he helped her lie on the floor as her legs went higher, her heels resting on his hips.
“Panties!” She said.
“Leave them.” He grinned.
“Oh shit, rubber!”
“Oh, yeah, whoops!” He leaned back up, put on the condom, then resumed his position over her. Kissing her, then taking a breath, he asked, “You sure?”
“Yes.” She could barely utter, heart like a bird in flight. His, too.
“Positive?”
“Yes already!” She cuffed his shoulder, then hugged him with her legs. Brushing aside the panties, he nuzzled against her until her lips spread, then pushed harder. Her breath caught in her throat.
“Try to relax, Sarah. I’ll be as gentle as I can.”
“Okay…”
He thrust hard and deep, ripping her open, forcing his blunt, throbbing cock into her tight cunt. She cried, digging her nails into his arms, arching her back and turning her face away, hoping he wouldn’t see her contorted expression, “It hurts, please…”
“It’s done, Sarah, it’s okay. The worst is over,” Tristán breathed hard, smoothing her hair, “I’ll go easier now, slower.” Indeed, he did slow down, moving in and out of her gently.
A few tears fell to the floor, and between gasps and smiles, she turned her face back to his. She turned her head to kiss him, “Thank you.”
“Ah, the pleasure is mine, I’m sure,” he moaned into her hair, “and please, yours, too.”
“But if not, if not this time, you go ahead,” she said. “I know it’s not always the greatest for a woman the first time.” She stroked his flexing back, then grabbed his ass and pulled him.
Eventually, Tristán came, although Sarah did not. She gripped him as he shuddered and plunged into her one last time, then he came and lay panting on top of her, “I don’t know how you gonna pay this bill.”
Sarah snorted and hugged him, “Well, I don’t know what you’re going to write on that invoice.”
“Touché. I think I charge you a flat fee for a troubleshoot.” He propped himself on his elbows, brushing a hair from her cheek, “So, cara mia, what did you think?”
She gazed at him, “I think I made the right choice. Don’t you?”
He smiled, “Yes.” Then he sighed, “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Don’t. Call me. Keep in touch. I’ll be home for holidays with nothing to do, and too busy at school to do anyone else,” she grinned, then looked into his eyes again, “but really, I do like you, Tristán. I’m game for more than just this, if you are, too.”
He softened, nearly falling out. With a sigh, Tristán got up, carefully removed the rubber and wrapped it in a paper towel from his tool bag, then folded another towel and tucked it inside her panties. “You’ll be far away. You’re gonna meet a lot of people.”
“I know, and I’m not holding you or me to anything. I just want to make sure you know how I feel.”
Tristán held out his hand and helped her up. Wrapping the robe around her, he slipped his hands around her waist and pulled her close, “I like the sound of that, but let’s take it day-by-day.” He nestled his forehead against hers, “You know, you were my first first, and it wasn’t so bad, but how do you feel?”
“Tired. Excited. Relieved. And sore, but in a good way,” she nestled back, buttoning his shirt and tucking in the tails. He hiked his pants higher and she helped with the zipper. He did the button.
“So,” she trailed her finger down his buttoned shirt, “how do we wrap this up?”
He didn’t bill her. “I’ll just tell C&C that a switch was flipped or something. Not enough to charge for. But that was a tricky thing you did.”
“Well, it worked.”
“Yeah, and now, back to work,” he kissed her gently, but her tongue teased him, coaxing him into a real kiss, making it even harder to go. But he had to. They exchanged phone numbers, more kisses, then Sarah walked him to the door. She smiled faintly as her fingertips left his shoulder. They did not say good bye.
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