Sarah's Chase
Chapter One
Abstinence. It sucked. And Sarah Parker was done with it. Last year, when her second husband ran off with another woman and gave her a curable—thankfully—STD, Sarah decided to give up sex altogether.
She’d been married twice, and each man had left her for someone else. Sarah figured it must have been her. Perhaps she was horrible in bed. Maybe she gave bad blowjobs. After too many hours of analyzing the situation, she came to the conclusion it had to be her. Otherwise, why had she been left not once, but twice? And now she was turning forty-five. Whoever said that being in your forties was the new thirties, was really stupid.
A man hadn’t even turned his head at her in…well, she couldn’t remember the last time that happened. Hell, she’d taken damn good care of herself though out the years. She was tall and lean, with long, blonde hair and big brown eyes. Her breasts were a C Cup, and she could still fit in size eight jeans. It wasn’t like she hadn’t taken care of herself.
Maybe the words she sucks in bed were tattooed to her forehead. Who knows? She had never really been satisfied with sex anyway. Both of her husbands initiated contact every time and they were the only ones left pleased.
But she hoped that was about to change; Sarah was ready to get laid. And she knew just who she wanted it to be: Chase Jones. Chase was the neighborhood party boy. He had a reputation of being a player and dominant in bed. He wasn’t known to ever date women; just to please them and send them on their way. And that’s just what she was looking for—someone to take charge and thoroughly fuck her.
Obviously marriage wasn’t for her, and maybe Chase would teach her a few things. The only problem was that Chase was only twenty-eight. How the hell was she going to get him to even look at her? That’s where it was going to get tricky. She had a few ideas up her sleeve, though, and perhaps one of them just might work.
The first thing she had to do was get him to her house somehow. With a snicker, Sarah climbed up on a ladder, reached up toward the ceiling fan, and unscrewed two of the light bulbs so they would no longer light. After climbing down, she laid an empty box the light bulbs came in on the coffee table. Now all she had to do was get him there to help her figure out why the fan lights no longer worked.
Was this stupid? Maybe. But would it work? Only one way to find out. It was time to strut her stuff down to the neighborhood pool where Chase always hung out on Friday evenings.
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Chase took a long sip of his beer and sat in a lounge chair by the pool. Music played loudly, and many people were already halfway drunk. Tonight, he was tired. Typically, he brought some young woman home with him to make his evening a little livelier, but tonight he just wasn’t feeling it. In fact, he hadn’t been for a while. He was tired of the parties. The girls his age either didn’t want to settle down yet or wanted to get married ASAP. He would really just like a girl friend that wasn’t looking for much more than companionship.
“Chase,” a perky brunette said as she bounced over, “We’re going to play water volleyball, and I want you to be my partner so I can sit on your shoulders. Come on.”
“Maybe in a bit.”
The girl crossed her arms and pouted. “Awe, please? I don’t want anyone else but you.”
“My back is sore. Not right now.”
Just as she was about to protest, another guy walked over and picked her up. She left giggling and Chase was obviously already forgotten.
Rolling his eyes, he took another long drink of his beer. Chase closed his eyes and enjoyed the coolness of the evening. The radio played one of his favorite songs, and he was so lost in the moment that he didn’t hear anyone come up.
“Excuse me,” an unfamiliar, but very seductive, voice said.
Chase opened his eyes and saw the hot lady who lived up the street from him. Every guy around here wanted a piece of her, but no one dared to attempt it. She was in her forties, but you would never know it by looking at her. Rumors floated around that her last husband cheated on her and that she had sworn off all men. That was probably the reason he never saw her around.
“You’re Chase, right?” she asked.
“I am.” He sat up, letting his eyes continue to take in her tight, tan body.
“I was wondering if you could help me.”
“Anything.”
“The last light bulb blew out in my fan. And while that sounds silly, it’s in the living room, with my nine foot vaulted ceilings. I could really use a man’s help to get it changed.”
He swallowed hard, wanting to do a whole lot more than change her light bulb. He was closer to her then he’d ever been and the scent of vanilla circled around him. His thoughts immediately turned to him imagining his hands in her long blonde hair, pulling her head back, and fucking the hell out of her as she chanted his name.