19
Travis
It was a pretty amazing night. I never imagined that what started out as a simple dinner would end up the way it did with Sophie, but I couldn’t be happier that it worked out that way. We spent the whole night holding each other, touching each other, and exploring each other’s bodies. Sophie was incredibly responsive to everything, and each moment seemed to bring out something new in her. Finally, at around three in the morning, we lay together on her bed amid the rumpled blankets, my right arm around her, cradling her head on my shoulder.
Sophie gently ran her hands over my shoulder, taking a look at the tattoo that was there of the rock with Abby’s birthdate in the center.
“Why a rock?” she asked me gently as her fingers traced the tattoo.
I turned my head to look at her. “A couple of reasons,” I told her. “First, obviously, it relates to our name.”
“Ugh, how could I not have seen that?” Sophie said, feeling embarrassed she missed the connection.
“It’s okay,” I said, smiling at her. “Your brain isn’t exactly concentrating on stuff like that at the moment.”
She blushed at the statement. “So what else is it for?”
“Well,” I explained, “ I think it was because I have always seen Abby as my rock, the one thing in my life that has always held me together, kept me grounded. She’s probably the strongest person I know, even if she doesn’t see it all the time.”
“That’s sweet,” Sophie answered as she nuzzled her head into the nape of my neck. “You should tell her that, Travis. She probably would love to hear it.”
“I guess I could, though I don’t know if she would listen to me right now.”
“I think she pays attention to you more than you realize. I am sure she adores you. All girls feel that way about their dads.”
I could see a little sadness on her face since she never got to have that kind of relationship with her father. I leaned over and kissed her.
“Shit,” I said, sitting up quickly. “Is it really 3 AM? Abby and my mother are probably wondering where the hell I am.” I stood up from the bed, looking for my pants that had my cell phone in it. Sophie rolled over onto her stomach and watched me run around the room naked trying to find my pants. As I picked them up, I could see her smiling mischievously at me.
“What’s so funny?” I asked as I found my pants and grabbed my phone.
“You just look cute scampering naked in my bedroom,” she said to me, as she rolled onto her back again, looking up at me upside down now, showing her own naked body to me. It made me want to toss my phone aside and get back to bed.
I glanced down at my phone. No messages from Abby or my mother, which seemed odd. I shot my mother a quick text to let her know I was still at Sophie’s and to check on Abby. I got a reply back from her faster than I thought:
“I figured as much. Abby is sound asleep in my bed with me. She worked hard all night at the restaurant. We didn’t get back until 1. Don’t worry about her. All is well. Enjoy your night.”
It was weird to get the okay from my mother to spend the night with a woman, but I was glad to read it.
“Everything okay?” Sophie asked me, rolling in the sheets now. I put my phone on her nightstand and climbed back up on the bed with her.
“Perfect,” I said as I took Sophie in my arms again, pressing my body to hers. Feeling her body next to me like that, I could feel myself getting aroused again.
Sophie peered up at me. “My, my Mr. Stone, you do have an insatiable appetite.”
I looked at her hungrily, feeling a burst of energy all of a sudden. I began to kiss my way down her body, going over every angle, placing gentle kisses between and on her breasts. As I kissed her stomach, I could feel her inhale in excitement, making her stomach taut. I kept going lower, with no intention of stopping, until I found myself kissing between her thighs. She slowly parted them to give me more room and invite me to keep going lower.
I found my lips exploring the soft blonde hair she had, brushing them against my lips. I could see the goosebumps forming on the inside of her thighs as I did this a few times to heighten the arousal even more. I could feel her feet turning in the sheets below me and took a quick glance up and could see that Sophie had closed her eyes and was breathing a bit harder. It was a good cue to me that I was going at the right pace for her.
I gently moved my lips downward, kissing her labia, which caused her to writhe a bit more. I nudged my lips a little deeper, moving them barely inside her, and let my tongue dart out slowly. Sophie let out a low moan, and I began to move my tongue around a bit more, exploring her, tasting her, feeling her dampness on my lips and tongue.
I loved tasting her, feeling her move with me, and watching her as she reacted to each motion of my face, lips, and tongue. I peered up at her again and could see that she was biting her lower lips, her eyes closed, and her fists clenched on the sheet beneath us. The tip of my tongue barely grazed her clit, and I could feel her hips arch on the bed. I used my hands to grasp her hips tightly as I kept licking and nibbling at her. I could feel her body starting to tremble as her breaths came faster and faster until she finally gasped loudly and stiffened her body. I could feel her share her orgasm with me as I kept kissing her deeply.
Sophie started to regain her composure as her body calmed down. I laid my head on her left thigh, watching her as she stretched and ran her fingertips over her ultra-sensitive body. She looked down at me smiling, with a rosy glow to her face.
“That was incredible,” she shared with me, as I crawled back up to the pillows at the top of the bed.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I told her as I put my arm back around her and held her. I could feel her fingers tracing my body until they reached the scar on my leg. I looked over at her, and I could see her noticing just how long the scar was. She took a closer look at it and then brought her head back up next to my shoulder.
“The scar,” she said to me. “It looks like it was deep,” she said as if she wasn’t sure how to broach the subject.
“It was pretty deep,” I said, trying to look at it while she touched. “I lost a lot of blood.”
Sophie followed the trail of the scar from my thigh all the way down to the end of my calf and then back up again.
“Were you scared?” she asked.
I thought about it for a second. “I wasn’t scared for me so much,” I replied. “With the job, you learn that you can’t be scared of what may or may not happen. Otherwise, you don’t do your job well, and other people die. I was scared for the people still in the house and what was happening to them. And for Abby, if something happened to me.”
“I don’t know how you do it,” Sophie said as she lifted her fingers off my leg and ran them over the stubble on my face.
“Well, I don’t do it anymore,” I said dejectedly. “The department is retiring me. It’s too much of a risk I guess to have a fireman with a limp leading the way.”
“I’m sorry, Travis,” she said sincerely. “I know it’s an important part of you. I guess I always knew that. That’s part of the reason I couldn’t go with you back then. I knew how much it meant to you, and I was too afraid, afraid that something would happen to you and you would be gone.”
“Part of me always thought that was the reason,” I said as I stroked her hair. I brought Sophie closer to me and held her tightly to me.
“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” I whispered to her as I could feel her breathing soften as she fell asleep in my arms.
“I’m not going anywhere.”