“Yeah,” Darren said.
Darren asked Sherry to join him out on the terrace when they put their meat on the grill. She picked up her glass then followed him outside. They sat out on the section that reached away from the back part of the roof. Every time Sherry sat out here with Gabriel, she felt like she was in a new world. This yard is so beautiful.
And now here Sherry sat, across the table from Darren. She noticed how content this guy seemed to be with being a single father. Still, she hadn’t figured out why this guy would opt to adopt rather than get married. Shortly after a warm breeze whipped across the terrace once again, an idea was left behind in its aftermath. The trees shading this corner of the terrace rustled their leaves as Sherry turned toward Darren.
“Your mother sounds like she probably wouldn’t be happy with any woman you brought home,” Sherry said.
Darren chuckled and sipped his wind. “Well, she was always nice...and she always wanted to know what their parents did for a living. Everyone of them is the enemy and could potential take everything.”
“Yeah, my dad used to run off every boyfriend I ever had,” Sherry said. “Well, not literally I should say. There were a few that stuck it out, but my dad was something that certainly came up if we were close to breaking up.”
Darren shook his head and laughed. “Yeah, one day Darren will be dealing with that.”
“Yeah,” Sherry said. She noticed again how Darren deflected from talking about his love history to the extent she wanted.
Darren and Sherry looked at one another for a second too long then looked away. Neither had anything to say. Sherry glanced over at Darren. Her perception of him had really changed tonight. For some reason, she would think back to when they were dancing. At the time, Darren wasn’t even her type of guy, but when they danced, everything went in sync.
Darren glanced over at Sherry when she would look over at one of the rose gardens on the south side of the yard. She crossed her legs as if they were delicate. Her personality seemed to genuine – the total opposite of the world he came from. This woman was j
ust trying to survive as herself and even her family had been cold to her. Darren could relate. The wine kicked in and the breeze felt perfect.
Sherry noticed Darren clear his throat. Her head started to buzz a bit; her blinks lasted a little longer. First, she smiled then Darren did. She took another sip of her wine, savored the taste, then jumped up. She made her way over to the grill. “Let’s get a good look at the greatest steak in the world.”
Darren laughed out loud. He then jumped up and rushed over the grill. “Yup, let’s see what mine is looking like.”
For the next couple of minutes, Darren and Sherry could hardly contain their laughter. They insulted the others steak then complimenting their own. Sherry said he needed to tenderize his meat a bit more; Darren insisted that Sherry’s would probably wind up a bit burnt. “The grasshopper will learn,” she said.
Darren laughed. Then, as the backyard trees above them rustled with another breeze, Darren turned and looked at Sherry. He didn’t turn around. Sherry noticed, turning away from her steak and setting the fork down. Before she knew it, Darren had gripped her chin and leaned over. He looked into her eyes for a long moment then they embraced one another in a passionate kiss. Sherry melted. The tension she had from her own hectic life, as well as finding herself working as a nanny to come out of a major slump – a nanny of a precious baby boy who was the exact same age her own baby and with the same name would be.
Darren kissed Sherry passionately for a long moment. It had been a long time since he kissed a woman like this. He struggled to finally pull his lips apart from Sherry’s. They smiled, Sherry biting her bottom lip as she looked up into his eyes. Admittedly, she was taken aback by the kiss. However, like the warm breeze rushing across the yard every couple of minutes, she couldn’t turn it away.
Sherry, this time, pressed her lips into Darren’s. They kissed passionately once again, getting lost in time while Darren positioned his hands on Sherry’s lower back and held her closely. Sherry eventually threw her arms up around Darren’s broad shoulders. She leaned forward a bit; Darren “caught” her, holding her in a slight suspension.
Darren broke the kissed, looked around deviously, then grabbed Sherry’s hand. Sherry giggled as she jumped up the step to keep up. Before she knew it, she lay back on an outdoor sofa between two of the sets of french doors. Darren leaned over her, his tall body overbearing her in just the way she liked. Sherry wrapped her legs around his back.
Sherry enjoyed the deep embrace then leaned her head back to breathe when Darren started making his way down her knees. Tickling sensations at times made her to laugh out loud. Darren laughed harder then kissing his way down to her chest. He pulled his head back and admired Sherry the same way he had back when he went to her place. He liked the size; the natural thickness of her chest. Kissing them softly was a great pleasure for Darren. And he could tell Sherry enjoyed it herself.
For the first time in a long time, Sherry felt like her old self. She rubbed Darren’s head and looked down every so often. He now made his way down her stomach. She shuttered when he would go too far over over to the sides. Darren chuckled sometimes in return. Of the hookups he had since Sherry, something about this one was different. Rarely did he connect on a personal level with a woman. He had gotten a dose of this feeling with Sherry when he’d gotten up the next morning and headed to the airport. The more time she spent in his presence, the more he had been wondering why he didn’t keep in touch with her.
Seeing Sherry loosen up in a way she hadn’t in a long time, Darren tugged at the waist of her pants. “You serious?” she asked.
Spontaneously was the name of the first ten years of his adult life. He shrugged his right shoulder and smiled. “Why not?”
Sherry smiled and giggled, remembering Darren from that night in her bed. For him to be a businessman kind of guy, he certainly was fun to hook up with. Fond memories came to mind when he thought about Darren after he went back to Chicago, but she never really saw herself as the kind of woman who would catch this kind of man’s interest.
No more persuading was needed. Sherry lifted her body up as Darren slid off her pants. He threw them to the side then lowered his own pants. The breeze felt so relaxing to their legs. This particular area of the terrace was not only covered by the protruding roof, but also by a thick row of bushes bordering the stone siding. At the front of the terrace were large corkscrew bushes, but spaced apart. The likelihood of the neighbors seeing was pretty slim. Neither Darren or Sherry cared. Certain anxieties and frustrations they both had been carrying on their shoulders recently slid off like boulders slipping over the edges of a cliff.
Sherry looked over at Darren as he stood up and took off his shoes then pants. “Somebody looks happy already,” Sherry said. She brazenly reached over and grabbed Darren’s bulge, much like the night at her apartment. His strong eyes turned to Sherry, then glanced down at her grabbing his bulge. Something about this chick. He looked down at her bare legs then ran his fingertips along the insides of her thighs. Watching her quiver then smile made his cock throb.
Darren lay back over Sherry and pressed his lips into hers. This time, he put his fingers in her hair and rubbed the top of her head. When they parted lips, he could see the weariness she battled started to dissipate from her eyes. After chuckling deviously, Darren smiled then Sherry watched his head slowly disappear from her vision as she looked up at the protruding roof. Vines slithered up the posts.
Sherry moaned from feeling Darren’s tongue slash about between her legs. It had been so long since she enjoyed this innate pleasure. She bit her bottom lip, sometimes closing her eyes for long periods of time. Every so often, pressure built up and she would feel her legs tensing up. When Darren slashed his tongue back and forth on her clit for nearly a minute straight, almost with perfect rhythm, Sherry’s jointed popped loud enough for both of them to hear then she started panting.
Darren took a big whiff; his jaws became sore. Sherry’s scent was just how he remembered it; whatever kind of soap she used mixed with her natural fragrance in such a way that created this pheromone Darren found hypnotic. Usually, he might be a little hesitant to give oral to a woman. But this was different. It seemed so natural – no debate, no going back and forth in his mind.
Several minutes later, Sherry’s urges overcame. This man had her back tingling in ways it hadn’t since her first love in high school. She squeezed the sides of Darren’s head with her inner thighs for a long pause then leaned down and pushed him back. Going with the flow, he sat up right on the couch with his legs spread apart. The rest of the world – the houses on either of his own as well as those across the alley – slipped away. Thick clouds rolled over Fort Wayne, but there was no place he would rather be than doing something so courageous out on his terrace...and with a woman like Sherry.
Darren leaned back as Sherry slid down onto her knees, between Darren’s legs. He chuckled, looking down at her in this position for the first time as it wasn’t something they did when they first hooked up. She is so hot.