Bright and sunny after yesterday, Savannah was getting ready for her day by herself. Due to bereavement, Savannah still had a few days off, but Maeve and Violet had to report to work. In hindsight, it was a great decision because she was not cut out for customer service. But what was she meant to be doing with her time? Perhaps wine and a good book would help her get through the day.
She was also happy to hear that Carson would be returning home. What she had intended to be a quick visit ended up becoming permanent. She was afraid she would have to tell him right away how she felt. However, there was plenty of time to inform him now. Rekindling her relationship with him was what mattered to her. It seemed only fitting to pursue friendship now that so much time had passed. That would be her top priority and how their relationship began.
In addition, she secretly remained concerned that he would not be as open to her words. Every girl Carson had dated for as long as she could remember had been the exact opposite of her. It appeared that he was drawn to girls with vibrant hair and lustful eyes. Savannah lacked all those qualities that would have made her more likely to confess. How likely is it that he will venture outside of his comfort zone? Savannah did not believe she had a good chance.
Now that Carson was here, she did not have to wonder what he was up to. Though it was simpler to stay in touch, it was not as though she would monitor him. Time zones were gone, and if she was lucky, they would be relocating nearby. Everything was starting to come together. The confession was all that remained.
Maeve and Violet emerged into the open area and stared at Savannah intently, seemingly lost in contemplation. They could all fit perfectly in their spacious apartment. Huge windows let in an abundance of natural light, and the open layout created a great deal of space. Savannah adored the highly industrial aesthetic. There were benefits to having the highest floor as well.
Disregarding that, Maeve and Violet were positioned at the kitchen island, clad in the attire of Sugar Café. It was only when they called out to Savannah that she realized they were standing there.
"Earth to Savannah!" Violet yelled. "What are you, Death?"
Savannah jolted out of her reverie as she noticed her friends ogling her. "What? What's happening?" She was completely lost in thought.
Maeve folded her arms and grinned. "Someone has a lot on their mind," she teased. "Or better yet, some boy!"
Savannah's cheeks reddened as she wondered how she was able to perceive that. She did not make it obvious how she felt in her interactions with Carson. Cole was the only one who knew, but that was so many years ago. The likelihood that he would recall that holy exchange is pretty low. Since she did not want them to go tell Carson, no one else was meant to know. Not until she had spoken to him directly.
Violet glances at her before narrowing her eyes. "It's Carson isn't it," she immediately blurts out.
"Oh no, what?" Savannah asks, getting tense.
Maeve laughs. "I knew you two were too close for comfort," she exclaims, rolling her eyes. "It is him!"
Savannah scoffs, unwilling to acknowledge that they were correct. She says, "You guys are delusional."
"All right, so you will not mind that I invited him over to keep you company," Violet says with a menacing grin.
Savannah's eyes seem to be bursting from their sockets. She would be spending time alone with Carson for the first time in years. Violet was always sneaking around and doing things that she was not particularly fond of, but Carson was different. She has had a lot of days and nights by herself with him. Nothing ought to be different this time. Their backlog of work was enormous. The timing of her vacation from work was perfect!
With a smile, Savannah brushed their sly remarks aside and jumped into the shower. She felt compelled to get dressed even though she was not sure why. After giving her hair a quick wash and blow dry, she chose a simple outfit and waited patiently for him to show up.
She was unsure about whether to prepare anything to eat. So, nervous, she began preparing some homemade biscuits. When she felt anxious, she had to take action. Whether it is cleaning the entire house or preparing a ton of food. Anything to help her relax and stop being so nervous. Even with him present, though, she would still get restless.
Carson arrived just as she was taking the biscuits out of the oven, as indicated by her buzzer. She inhaled deeply and pressed the button to let him in, freaking out. Her body moves quickly around the room as she waits for him to approach. It was impossible to predict how this would turn out. Nevertheless, she hoped Cole would accompany him. They would at least have a buffer in the form of someone present.
Unfortunately, when she opened the door and saw Carson alone, that was not the case. He looked down at her with a contagious smile. Savannah was glad to see him even in the absence of Cole. They were friends regardless of everything. The reason for any awkwardness could be that they have not seen each other in a long time.
Whistling, Carson looks around as he goes inside. He remarks, "Wow baby, this is nice," as he surveys the flat.
Savannah grinned. "Before they passed away, my parents helped us get it," she says. Just relax, she tells herself. "I can show you around if you want."
As she starts guiding him around the space, Carson nods in agreement. Although nothing particularly exciting was going on, she felt compelled to take this action. She was in a good mood despite her nerves getting the better of her. She could not have asked for a better companion than Carson for today. Violet was right to ask him to come, even despite their nagging. Without courage, Savannah would never have taken the risk.
They returned to the kitchen after the show and tell, where she had broken open a biscuit for him. She recalled that he had an extreme sweet tooth, and his favorite thing to do was eat them with jelly. She found the combination to be rather tasty as well, and after he left, her appreciation for the treat grew. It was among the few items that brought him to mind for her.
Before speaking, Savannah chuckles as she takes another bite of the biscuit. "You know, I would eat one of these anytime I thought about you," she exclaimed.
With a sly smile, Carson also admitted something. "I asked my parents to make sure there was an abundance of peanut butter and pretzels in our home. So I could just grab it when I thought of you," he laughs.
She exclaims, "God, I have not had that in so long," recalling how much she enjoyed the nibble. "I need to grab some soon."
He winked and said, "We can eat it together."
Savannah's cheeks flushed and she turned away from him. Why did he need to look like this? Her pulse quickens from the wink he gave her, leaving her wondering. He seemed to be intentionally trying to get her to perspire. She felt a plethora of unidentified feelings as he stared at her. She was not sure whether he thought she was attractive too, or if he was just happy to see his friend again.
Before they went to the living room, she gave herself a reality check and offered him another biscuit. Violet and Maeve did not get home for a good six hours. She spent the majority of that time getting to know Carson once more because that was her main goal.
Immediately, she asked him about his time in Arizona. The fact that he was pretty miserable surprised her. He stayed by himself most of the time and did not have a large social circle as she had anticipated. He seemed lonely, which made her feel even worse about never having called. She would not mention that, though.
With her head resting on his lap, she lets out a breath as she hears about how dull his life was. "How did you deal with it all?" She pondered.
He strokes her hair and shrugs. "Well, I managed to numb myself," he says, leaving room for interpretation.
She sneers. "I wish I had that in my back pocket," she laments. "It is exhausting to always be experiencing such high emotions."
Carson was intrigued by that and stopped caressing her hair right away. It had been a very long time since he had experienced intimacy, so he did not want to bring this up to her. Savannah was his closest friend and he didn't want to jeopardize their friendship. Now, though, they were adults. It did not seem like such a bad thing to have casual sex. Their friendship would remain unwavering. Only they would have engaged in one sexual encounter. Besides, he was delighted to help her on her path to numbness.
When he stopped petting her hair, Savannah noticed and looked up at him, confused. "Is...is there a problem?" She asked him sitting up.
Carson gives a headshake. "Sav, would you like to know how I managed to remove all feelings?" He was trying to see how she would react.
She nods, still perplexed and not understanding what the big deal is. "That would be kind of great right now," she concedes.
"All right, but you have to swear that you will not act weird about it," he says. "And no kissing on the lips."
That made her even more perplexed. "Well, okay. What's your secret?" She gives a smile.
Her head suddenly tilts up as she feels Carson's hand gently touch her neck with his moist, soft lips. She was shocked by his actions and had no idea what was going on at the moment. It was fascinating to feel the sensation travel throughout her body. She has previously had sex, but not with Carson. She was annoyed by the no-kissing policy because she never thought he would do something like this. Kissing was a part of sex, right?
He looks at her face as he leans back before moving on. He did not want to put any kind of pressure on her to do anything against her will. Although she was the only one available to provide this to him and he desperately needed this.
Savannah, shocked and desperate for more, licks her lips. "Carson," she whimpers. "Are you sure this is a wise move?" She had to consider whether to share her feelings with him. She was not sure if this was the right thing for her to do.
"Not if you don't want to," he says moving his hands to himself. "But even if we did it, it would not change how I feel about our relationship."
Savannah had a lot to consider in this situation. Although she was reluctant to refuse, how could she accept? He had no idea, though, that she felt something deeper than just friendship for him. Having sex like this would not numb those feelings; rather, it would only intensify them. She could see how it was effective for him. In contrast to her, he had no feelings for her. Nevertheless, she was unable to resist the urge to feel him against her following the gentle kisses on her neck.
Savannah reclines in his lap and gives in to her intense desire, consenting to their shared sexual urge. She plants a couple of kisses on his neck, her hands resting on his chest. He wouldn't let her kiss his lips like she so desperately wanted, but this was good too. It was delightful to feel his soft skin beneath her mouth. His sensual aroma piqued her interest in more ways than one. Once she started sucking the skin, she would become overly excited. Though he would not mind if she did, she did not intend to leave a mark.
As she does mark him, she senses Carson's hand reaching out to grab her ass and joyfully squeezes it. She jolted at the unexpectedness of his grip. She liked it based on the heat rising in her cheeks. She could feel the meat in his pants getting bigger and bigger as he helped her grind against him. Though she never imagined it would happen so quickly, she was curious to see what was underneath all of these clothes. She was, admittedly, in paradise.
Finishing her work, Carson immediately moves his hands up her back for support as he leaves his trail of kisses. From her neck to her collarbone, Savannah couldn't help pulling him closer to her. She felt a series of shocks go down her spine, and she was drawn to the feel of his beard. The teasing was great, but she was ready to move on.
In anticipation of him taking off his shirt, Savannah pulls at its hem. She slightly bares her breasts by lowering the straps of her dress. She never had much to work with, feeling self-conscious, but that all melted away once Carson wrapped his lips around her nipple. Savannah moans in delight as his hand reaches up to pinch the other. She felt that constant numbness that Carson felt, and her worries vanished exactly as he had said. It was ideal for now, but she was not sure if she would always use this as a way out.
Carson leans back on the couch and gives her a seductive massage with his hands. "Should we continue or cease?" He questioned before continuing. It was nearly impossible to contain the bulge in his pants.
Knowing this, Savannah bites her lip and presses in closer to him. She feels the moisture between her thighs and says, "Dealer's choice."
Carson lifts her slightly. Just enough so that he peeks out from under his pants. To Savannah's glee, he takes a condom out of his pocket because he is still responsible. She did not have time to think too much about it, but she wondered why he would have one on hand. Rather than that, she uses one hand to take the condom and the other to stroke his member. His girth matched his nice size beautifully. Savannah never imagined that something like this would happen, so she loved the feel of his cock in her hands. Here she was, in the middle of her living room, caressing her dear friend Carson.
Although it was very tempting, she decided against feeling him in her mouth. She could hear him swearing under his breath while her hand was all that was providing him with pleasure. The same desire filled her as those gorgeous green eyes darkened with lust. She straightened herself up and moved her g-string to the side as she placed the condom over his penis.
She moves slowly up and down as she tries to fit him all in. Carson's slow entrance into her vulva makes her eyes roll into the back of her head. The moans coming from Carson's mouth turn Savannah on even more. Her body is filled with waves of euphoria as his deep voice intensifies the sensual energy. Perhaps she was just attracted to the way he sounded and did not care what came out of it. She loved Carson dearly and was deeply affected by their actions.
Shortly after, Carson fully immerses himself, resulting in sounds of ecstasy emanating from both of their lips. Savannah, ever the dominant one, puts Carson's hands around her waist and begins to slowly ride him. Her hands rest on his large chest, giving her even more support as she bounces.
Carson orders in a deeper voice, "Faster." She yells with delight as he slaps her ass.
He keeps slapping while Savannah quickens her pace. She feels her walls tighten and her face flushes with delectation.
Using this as an opportunity, Carson puts his hands gently around her neck and grunts in satisfaction. He was more aroused than he thought he would be to see her face plastered in a pleasure-like state. Her moans were light by her soft voice.
Savannah collapsed against his chest after a few more bounces, bringing them both to their climax. Allowing her to experience her orgasm, he restrains her by her hips.
Savannah smiles to herself, her breath coming in shallow breaths as she feels Carson kiss the top of her head. She is engulfed in his arms and held there until they can get their breathing under control again. She was glad it happened even though it was not how she had planned to spend her time with him.
After all of this, the idea of just being friends seemed intimidating, but she would adjust. Anything to keep their friendship intact.