The Day Sara Lost Everything: Chapter 11

As they stepped back into the house Sara shivered from the sudden blast of air conditioning. It was a shock after the balmy night. She glanced over at Anthony. He was handsome, but not someone she would give a second glance at on the street. He looked over and caught her staring at him. Sara blushed up to her ears and ducked her head down, gaze lowered to the floor.

Anthony cupped his hand under Sara’s chin and lifted her face up so he was looking into her eyes. Sara was mesmerized. His eyes were gorgeous, and appeared to be staring straight into her soul. She melted under his gaze.

“Sara, you have no need to be embarrassed. So you were looking at me. You were only doing the same thing I’ve been doing to you all night.”

Sara gasped as she muttered, “But…But…I…why were you….I wasn’t…what do you…”

Anthony chuckled and cut her off not with words, but with a gesture. He simple held one finger to her lips and she was quite. A calm rushed over her as Anthony gently entwined his fingers with her and spoke.

“We’d better get you something dry to wear before you catch a cold.”

Sara simply nodded and he let her up the staircase. They reached a long and tastefully decorated hallway. Anthony kept moving with ease among the dozens of doors. Finally he stopped at one, and pulled out a key.

He winked at her and said, “You never can be too careful.”

When the door finally swung open Sara was speechless. This was obviously his bedroom, but never before had she come across a man with such impeccable taste. The bedroom looked almost like an Arabian throne room. The bed was decked in red satin with a sheet of the flowing material draping all around the four poster bed. The same fabric was used to cover the windows. Red and gold rugs coved the smooth hardwood floor. Anthony walked over to a mahogany door and opened what would appear to be the closet.

Inside were shirts, slacks, and ties of every color of the rainbow. An assortment of shoes, both dress and casual lined the walls under the hanging racks of clothes. Anthony walked expertly over to the right side a pulled out a blue long sleeve, button down shirt. It had faint white pinstripes and was obviously well washed.

“I believe this will be the most suitable article of clothing for you to wear to bed. I’m afraid I don’t have any shorts or I would offer them to you as well. Never the less, it should cover you modestly. “

He handed Sara the shirt and walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind him. She stripped off her shirt and bottoms. She used them to dry herself off before slipping into the shirt. Just then Anthony knocked, and came in.

His clothing looked even better on her. The shirt tails hit her about mid thigh. Covering her enough to make her comfortable but showing just enough skin to make her utterly arousing. Just as he walked over to her, Sara stifled a yawn.

“Are you tired?”

“Only a little.”

“You’ve been through a lot. If you are tired you should go to sleep.”

And with that he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He shifted her weight around so that he could pull down the bedclothes and lay her down. He kissed her head so softly she wasn’t even sure he really had.

Just as he was walking out the door, Anthony heard Sara say, “Um…Anthony? Do you think maybe you could sleep in here with me tonight? I just don’t think I will be able to fall asleep alone tonight.

Anthony smiled to himself and walked over to the bed, pulling down the other side.

“You don’t mind if I sleep in a pair of clean boxers do you?”
“No of course not.”
Anthony turned off the lights and headed to his drawer to get a clean pair. He thought she wouldn’t be able to see, but he was wrong. Just as he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his boxers, Sara caught a glimpse of a slightly erect penis. It appeared to be average in size, but it was only halfway there. Before she could inspect if further, he had his boxers pulled up.

He slipped into bed next to her, and turned so that he was facing her back, he scooted closer to her, close enough to drape an arm around her. Sara shook a little at first, but then moved into him. Anxious for any human contact that wasn’t brutally violent.

“Good night Sara.”
“Good night Anthony.”

After Sara had drifted off Anthony whispered something inaudible, almost impossible to hear, “I love you Sara baby.”