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.
* * * *
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