Sarah Redux - Part One - Sex Stories

Sarah Redux - Part One

... and a pair of running shoes. I had never seen Sarah with her nails done. Yet here she was with beautiful, dark red, manicured nails that made her fingers look long and sensuous. The young college girl that I knew had blossomed into a young, attractive, fashionable business woman. There was no talk of sex until the very end of our reunion. I asked her to come up to my condo, where she could leave her bike while we went out for dinner. Sarah had another commitment for dinner. She was also reluctant to go up to my condo. “I’ve changed, Michael. I’m a little more celibate than you may recall. I’m not that wild girl that you had sex with all the time.” “Changed?” I asked. While still sexually active in Europe, Sarah explained, she began to lose interest in short term sexual encounters, and began concentrating on her design and art work, as well as her career. Sarah, I learned, had not had any sex in over a year. I told her that I was just happy to see her again, and that I had not anticipated, nor was I hoping for sex with her. The latter part, of course, was a little white lie. We parted in the late afternoon, agreeing to meet again after Sarah settled into her new job. The next day, Sunday, I was reading the newspaper when my phone rang. It was the concierge in my condo building. There was a Sarah here to see me. “Send her up,” I told the guy. I stood in the doorway of my condo and watched as Sarah got off the elevator and walked down the hallway. The only real difference in ...

... her attire from the day before was a back pack slung over one shoulder and no bra. “Hi,” I said, with a quizzical look on my face. “Don’t say anything,” was her response, as she walked past me and into my condo without saying another word. She dropped her back pack on the floor as she looked around the condo. “Nice place,” was all she said. She stepped up close me and put her hands on my chest. “I have a confession to make,” she said. “I didn’t have plans for dinner last night. I was afraid to come up here with you because I knew you’d want to have sex, and I knew that I’d want it too. So my dinner engagement was an excuse.” “You were afraid…” I started to say before she cut me off. “Yes. The other part is true. It’s been a long time since I’ve had any sex.” There was a pause, as though she was thinking of what to say next. “I do think I’ve changed. I’ve grown up. I have responsibilities. I have a job. People depend on me.” Another pause. “I’ve had plenty of opportunities. Men hit on me; even women hit on me. But things are different now. I’m more selective in who I’m with; maybe too selective.” I interrupted her. “Sarah, you don’t have to say or explain anything. That was four years ago. You were a college student. We were living together. It was a different situation.” There was an awkward silence as I waited for her to say something. I was expecting a suggestion that we go to lunch and talk, or maybe get out of the condo and take a walk around the city. Instead, she held my ...