She never calls me on a Sunday.
And I’m aware that Sarah and I have gotten a lot closer lately. Maybe I overshared with her… something I kind of regret. I’ve been trying to put that boundary back in place, but it’s so damn hard with her. Sarah just makes it easy to talk to her, easy to bearound her, and honestly, aside from last night, it’s felt easier being around Sarah than being around my own wife.
Sarah understands my stress. She sees it firsthand every single day we work together. She’s also… very sweet. Caring with everyone. Something I’ve tried hard not to fall prey to. But I’ve been drowning. And she’s the farthest removed from my home situation, so I figured it would be easier to talk to her about things.
What did I talk to her about?
I look at Gabby sleeping and slide out of the bed gingerly. I have no idea why I’m acting like I need to hide. Maybe because Gabby really doesn’t like this woman, and understandably so.
Part of me regrets ever telling my wife that Sarah liked me. But I believe in honesty. Every time some girl came onto me, I always told Gabby. Something I learned from her, because she always told me whenever men hit on her. Some of them even had the audacity to do it right in front of me. Something I was always ready and willing to shut down immediately.
I’m tall and for the most part athletic, even though I’ve lost a bit of muscle from being too busy to work out like I used to. But at 6'5, that’s usually enough to deter most people. Plus, my little wife told me once that I have one of those “I’m going to fuck you up” faces.
Honestly, I don’t feel like that most of the time. But if it keeps people away from Gabby, then it’s a good thing. Especially when I don’t even have to do much.
I head quietly down to the living room and answer the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Lincoln. I’m so sorry to bother you,” Sarah’s high-pitched voice comes through the line.
My dick throbs.
Why thefuckis my dick throbbing?
Maybe it’s the way she sounds. She’s never called my personal phone like this. Well, once in a blue moon, but only for work.
“No it’s fine. What’s going on,” I ask, figuring it’s about work.
She chuckles, and it sounds so husky, almost like she just woke up too. Now I’m thinking about what she looks like when she wakes up. She’s always so put together. I’ve never seen her with messy hair… in a nightgown… in her bra and panties… or whatever it is she wears. And my brain won’t stop painting that picture. What she’d look like with her clothes off.
My dick is standing at full attention now.
Why am I so fucking horny?
My mind goes somewhere it shouldn’t, but she pulls me back.
“Hehe, are you there?” she asks.
“Y-yeah. Yup. Why are you calling me on my phone?”
“I didn’t have another way to reach you. I kind of need… I didn’t know who else to call.”
Something must be wrong.
“Are you all right,” I ask.
“Um… I mean that depends.”
“Well…” I look back up the stairs, making sure my wife isn’t listening. “You need to tell me and stop talking in riddles.”
“Are you busy right now? If you’re busy with… like your wife or something, it’s okay. I can try to find someone else.”
“Sarah… just tell me what it is. If I can help you, I’ll help you. If I can’t, I’ll let you know.”
That’s the truth. But Sarah’s always been there for me, so now it feels like I owe her something too. Hopefully it’s nothing too complicated. She never asks me for anything, so if she’s asking… it’s serious.
“It’s very embarrassing, but can you pick me up?”
