Lucas and Sanaii: Scenes from a Life

* Note this chapter has some of my severely limited knowledge of Portugese. If I mangled it, please let me know and I will gladly fix it. Also, for those
that are rooting for Luc and Sanaii do not despair.

“No, no, no,” Sanaii begged as her car started a horrendous rendition of death rattle and hum on the expressway. “not here.”

Oh yeah baby, right here it seemed to taunt her as the sound became louder and louder under her right wheel.

She was forced to turn off on the next exit. It was some part of South Philly. It was getting dark, and she had no idea where she was. She pulled over and reached into her bag, grabbing her hand held GPS.

“Ah ha, there, ok.” she said excitedly working the buttons trying to find the nearest mechanic. The little gadget had saved her more than once.

She found one and it was only two blocks to the left. She managed to pull the loud lurching car in front of a large driveway loaded with cars before it stopped. There were a couple of mechanics in greasy overalls fixing and prodding this and that inside the huge car carcasses. She could see a dingy white office building just off to the left of the garage.

She opened the door to get out and then remembered.

“Oh no, “she sighed looking down at herself. She had just come from the studio. At 5 months pregnant she was still petite and strong, and working on the choreography side. Her minor in music theory had been invaluable in helping her transition to the production piece as she started to show.

She was wearing the boy shorts and a tight long sleeved knit shirt that stretched over her small round belly. She was immediately self-conscious. She sat back in the car and nervously nibbled her nail. She couldn’t sit here all day.

“Go already, they look busy. Probably won’t notice you anyway. You’re a whale.” she scolded herself.

After taking a deep breath she opened the door. She kept her eyes focused on the office door and avoided looking at anybody. Nobody did seem to notice her to her relief.Stepping around the piles of tool and metal she walked to the office door.There was an older black man sitting at the desk talking to another light caramel colored man leaning inside the doorframe in a fast language that sounded like Spanish but not quite- Portuguese was her guess.

The discussion looked heated and the black man had a scowl on his face as she knocked on the door.

“Can I help you, miss?” said the older one in heavily accented English.

“Yeah, hi. My car broke down. I think it’s my tire.”

“I’ll check it out,” said the younger man in the doorway, his voice as deep and gruff as a bear sounding none to happy.

He stood up. He was much taller than her. He was muscular, too. His short sleeve shirt showed all kinds of defined muscle and tendon.

His face looked permanently locked in a scowl and she stepped back a little intimidated.

“Where is it?”

“Over there, sir.” she pointed hating the little girl squeak of her voice. It still had a tendency to sound that way when she was nervous. Sanaii walked in back of him quickly to keep up with his easy stride.

“This it?” he said arching one dark eyebrow that was as black as midnight like his closely cropped hair.

“Yeah.”

He bent down and inspected the wheel and wheel well. The scowl returned to his face as he declared, “You need a new tire. In fact you should get all new tires. These tires are a piece of shit. Lucky they didn’t blow out on you. Didn’t you hear about the recall?”

“No. Can I just get some help changing this one for now? I’ll get the rest later.”

He stood up and looked at her oddly for a moment as if he had just noticed her.

“No.”

That caught Sanaii off guard, and put her own the defensive.

“Excuse me?”

He popped the trunk on the car.

“It’s not safe for you and the little bit to be driving around on these. I want you to get these tires changed now. You don’t have to pay it all today if you can’t.” he added almost as an afterthought.

That was almost sweet, thought Sanaii even though he said it like he was mad at her.

She smiled, “I-it’s ok. I can pay. Thanks for offering, sir.”

“Sir? Name’s Jared.” he scoffed stepping around to her trunk,”Good god, little girl what the hell you got in this trunk? Everything except a good spare.”

Sanaii flushed embarrassed and came around to stand next to him to peer into her filled to the brim trunk.

“It’s like supplies, in case of an emergency.”

“Well you had an emergency; did any of this help you?”

“Guess not.”

He laughed and turned to her with a smile, his teeth even and white. Amazing how a smile could change a face, she thought. If he looked mean and intimidating with a scowl he looked like an angel when he smiled.

“C’mon. Why don’t you go wait in the office with Bill while I change these? I’m sure he’d like that.”

His last statement was accompanied by a sweep of her petite frame. Immediately, she pulled at the hem of her boy shorts.

“Can I just wait out here with you?”

He shrugged, “Ok. Be right back. What’s your name?”

“Sanaii.”

“Sanaii- ai- ai ye,” he sang softly accompanied by a few lilting Portuguese words as he walked by her without a second glance.

She thought about him while she waited. He was very attractive in that Vin Diesely sort of way

Jared soon came back with a long blue man’s dress coat.

“Here, put this on," he said handing her the coat, “You looked cold.”

“Thanks,” Sanaii groaned gratefully. It smelled familiar, a little like her father’s favorite sweater and immediately she felt warm and comforted.

“See that car over there?” he pointed to a black Acura with big shiny rims, “The door is open. Why don’t you go sit down?”

He dangled a pair of keys and handed them to her.

“Tank’s full. You can go get something to eat, turn the heat on, play the radio, whatever.”

“Oh, ok. I’ll just sit and wait. It won’t take long, right?”

“Shouldn’t if the tires are the only problem.”

When Sanaii slid onto the soft leather interior she was hit with exhaustion. She wanted to be home in bed. Instead she was surrounded by leather and the clank and clang of power tools. Characteristic of preggo’s everywhere, she was soon asleep.

She woke with a start when she heard the door slam.

“You alright,” he said sliding into the driver’s side, “I didn’t mean to scare you. You were knocked out. ”

“Yeah,” she said covering up her yawn, and rubbing her belly “It comes with the territory. What time is it?”

It was all dark outside and she could see the doors on the garage being pulled down by the mechanics.

“It’s late. I had to take your car into the shop. When I got underneath of it I saw a couple of other things that worried me. It’ll be ready tomorrow. I can give you a ride home if you need it.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that. I can call my girlfriend or something.”

He arched his eyebrow again “What about your man?”

Sanaii shrugged.

“ I don’t really have one. I mean there’s someone special, obviously, “ she said pointing at her belly, “ –but it’s kind of complicated.”

Ever since they decided to have the baby, she and Lucas’s relationship had changed in a number of subtle but awkward ways. She recalled the first time they were together after the news:


“Sa maybe we should… do you want to you know… get marr-“
“Don’t you dare,” she said quickly silencing him with her fingers to his lips, “-not just because I’m pregnant.”
“Sanaii, you know it wouldn’t be just that. You know how much I love you, sweetheart.”
“ and I love you, Luc…too much to let you to do something you don’t really want to do.”
“-but”
Sanaii cupped his handsome face in his hands.
“Lucas, would you honestly be asking me now if I weren’t pregnant?”
Lucas smoothed his finger down her cheek. They were too good friends to lie to each other.
“Not now, no… but maybe one day I guess...possibly? Jesus, I don’t know Sanaii. I don’t really see myself as a married guy.”
Sanaii smiled sadly, “Well since we’re going to be up to our ears in diapers for a few years Lucas, let’s take things one day at a time.”

She never doubted Lucas would take financial care of her and the baby, and she knew Lucas was sincere in wanting to be a good dad, but as the months wore on she couldn’t help but feel abandoned. She had had to make considerable sacrifices in her career to make room for the baby. She had no family in Philly and moving back home with her parents was not an option she could afford. Lucas on the other hand was still jet setting on business, though he spent more time on his visits with her whenever he could. He couldn’t be more excited about the baby. It was all he talked about. As selfish as it felt sometimes, Sanaii couldn’t deny that she missed her Luc- the one that made her pussy do cartwheels as he fucked her like a whore.When they made love, he treated her like blown glass.

“Things are very, very complicated,” Sanaii sighed.

Jared nodded his head slowly then smiled.

“I guess I still got a chance then.”

Sanaii rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Are you always so upfront?”

He smiled and started the car.

“Try to be, does it bother you?”

Sanaii had to think about that for a minute.

“ No, it’s nice not to have to guess what’s going on. I’m bad at that.”

He tilted his head and seemed to see right through her.

“ Let’s get you home, Sanaii.”

She gave him her address. It was a newer condo development around Wissahickon drive. He said he knew the way. She felt sedated by the patter of rain and the low hum of smooth jazz from the radio. After a few pitiful attempts at conversation she started to drift. She watched the rivulets of rain travel down the windshield, until her eyelids felt like they were cutting through molasses every time she blinked.

She felt the pads of his fingers on the back of her neck and startled she jumped

“Easy,” he said softly in his deep timbered voice

His fingers gently scored the muscles on the back of her neck before the warmth of his palm closed over the tense mounds of her shoulders. She rested her brow against the window, inviting him to the curve of her neck. He didn’t disappoint. Those long fingers swirled under her earlobe, back to the sensitive indentations at her nape. She was purring. She was actually purring and she felt too silly for words and too good to ask him to stop.

“ You can lay your head in my lap, pretty one.“ he said softly, nudging her towards him.

Sanaii had neither the will nor inclination to fight. The denim was cool under her cheek as she did just what he asked. The considerable muscles in his thighs bunched into a hard, warm surface, but she didn’t mind at all.

*****
Jared Montevideo navigated the strange, dark hallways of the condominium easily despite the sleeping woman in his arms.

“Where’s your bedroom, pretty?” he whispered more to himself than to her before finding his destination

“Can’t wake-up,” she sighed dazedly as he laid her down on the bed. She issued a light snore as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Jared smiled as he removed the borrowed coat.

He couldn’t help smoothing her curly wooly hair back from her pretty face.

“Who left you all alone, morena linda?” he whispered.

He shook his head, denouncing the bastard that got her pregnant and left her and reached to take off her shoes. Her feet were small and cold and for a moment he warmed them gently between his palms

******
“ So, are you going to go out with me or what?” Jared asked leaning into her driver’s side window the next day at the shop.

“Why on earth would you want to do that? I’m a beach ball!”

“I think you’re beautiful,” he said his voice low and smoky enough to cause a tingle in low places.

“Jared,” she began placing her hand lightly over his, “You seem like a great guy, and I do find you very attractive, but my situation with the baby’s father is as I said very complicated.”

“Si, complicated you say. You’re not married, not engaged, and he’s not here. For me, it’s very simple.”

Sanaii shook her head and ran a hand contemplatively over her belly.

“I think I don’t have very much to offer anyone else right now.”

Jared linked his caramel colored fingers with hers and leaned in closer.

“ I’m doing the offering, morena. I can cook for you- good Brazilian food, and you already know I give a mean neck rub. I’m not asking for anything from you except a little of your time. We keep things loose, casual, yes? It’s no problem for you, me, or Mr. Complicated wherever he is. If it wasn’t for the pao baking in your belly, I think he doesn’t really exist like maybe he’s a superhero or something.”

Sanaii couldn’t help but laugh at Jared’s tirade.

Jared’s chocolate eyes watched her admiringly, and she felt his thumb trace the corner of her bottom lip.

“You have the prettiest smile, morena.”

“You are one sweet talker, Jared.”

He arched his dark brow and grinned

“Some ladies would say irresistible. What do you say, Sanaii?”

After a fleeting lip bite, Sanaii answered.

“I say... I hope you really can cook because I’m hungry all the time.”
*************
She was on fire. There was no better way to describe it. Standing at her needing badly to be scrubbed sink, her nipples strained against her bodice and her panties clung to her damp pussy as if they’d been poured on.

What’s wrong with me? I’ve heard of pregnancy hormones, but my goodness!

She peeked out at Jared from behind the kitchen wall. He sat sprawled on the floor the way men do unconsciously taking up space, reading the instructions that came with her new bookcase with a scowl on his face.. His nicely fitting pants skimmed the big muscles in his legs, and his camel sweater was beautiful against his caramel skin. She wanted to bite the ropy muscles on his skin. She wanted to see him naked.

He caught her looking, a reflection in the TV gave her away. He turned and smiled and winked sexily, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.

“ You all right in there, morena?” he said

“Yes, I’m ready. I mean the tea- tea’s ready.”

She set the Japanese tea service out on the table in front of him and out of the corner of her eye caught him not so inconspicuously checking out her ass. This was the part where she should have been insulted cursing men for only being interested in one thing. But she was flattered, and turned on, and excited that he actually seemed excited about her body pregnant and all. She really, really wanted to get laid.

The few weeks she and Jared had been hanging out had been incredible. He made her laugh a lot. They shared an intense love of music and dance. For Jared, it was intrinsically cultural. Sanaii had been impressed by the wide range of percussive instruments he could play and the melodic deep tones of his voice as he sang in Portuguese. When he had invited her to observe his capoeira class, she had gone in blind not knowing what to expect. She had been blown away by the quick, rhythmic movements of the Afro-Brazilian martial art set to the seductive twang of the berimbau and the pulse pounding drums. After seeing Jarred fly and kick in the roda, there was no question where he got his impressive physique from. Sanaii was so inspired by what she saw, she couldn’t help but think of ways to incorporate it into some of the work she was doing for the dance company. While she couldn’t dance as she once could, she could still manage a good samba at Jared’s request. They had partnered well when they went dancing, their bodies in tune and in time with each other.

Just as her thoughts of his body and her body started to turn decidedly blue at the thought of their bodies in tune in other ways, Jared’s curse interrupted her thoughts.

“Why’d you buy this?”

Sanaii slumped next to him on the floor. His hand fanned affectionately and briefly across her lower back, and she almost melted.

“Jared, you put together engines for a living. I didn’t think something from Ikea would give you a fit,” she teased leaning into his caress.

“An engine is a perfect piece of machinery. This is Swedish crap. I build you one for cheaper and better.”

“ That’s absolutely not necessary, but thanks for offering. This feels nice. It hurts all the time now.” Sanaii eyes slid closed as he continued to rub her lower back. She let her cheek rest against shoulder and resisted the temptation to inhale his scent like a bitch in heat though that’s what she felt like. When his fingers started a deep penetrating stroke that skimmed underneath the top of her waistband, she shivered.

“Cold?” he asked chaffing her arm as if to warm it. She was eye to eye with his slightly stubbled chin and that smooth expanse of neck that she badly wanted to kiss.

“No, I guess-” she broke off unsure of what to say “ when you touched me I I got goose bumps.”

“ Really? Wonder what’s going to happen when I kiss you.”

“ I think I’d like to find out,” she heard herself say, before his lips moved over hers.

This wasn’t their first kiss shared congenially at the end of night, but it was sweeter and hotter to than ever before. His tongue was thick and agile, his breath sweet from the jasmine peppermint tea. He found that spot behind her ear, as she indulged in her fantasy and nibbled the strong cords in his neck. She excitedly scored his chest and back with hungry hands.She was inundated with desire strong enough to overcome her sexually submissive nature, and turn her into the pursuer. Those were her fingers unbuttoning her shirt and urging his sleek dark head to her breasts encouraging his lips and tongue to taste her cleavage and more, as she cupped one of her swollen tits offering it to him. When his hungry mouth closed over her distended dark nipples she watched mesmerized as the dark nub slipped between his even white teeth

She slid down to push her soaked panties to her ankles, and then he was pushing them and her delicately strapped shoes off her feet before going back to his hungry exploration of her with his mouth and hands. When his fingers threaded through her neatly trimmed mount to find her pussy, she spread her legs wide. Reciprocally, she reached down between them and slid her hand over the thick bulge in his pants. She gently squeezed his cock, enjoying the way he moaned and the way he pulsed in her hand.

He breathed excitedly and murmured words she didn’t understand against her neck as he thumbed her slippery clit “ Oh,oh... I’m going to come.” She panted as he slipped a finger inside her. She was so heated, so hungry for cock, that just that gentle penetration was enough to ignite her. Her orgasm was swift and sharp and delicious enough to leave her lusting for more.

He kept his fingers inside her and issued more deep, lusty kisses even as she shook in the aftermath. Rather than put out the fire, her orgasm just wet her appetite. She clung to Jared’s strong shoulders as he started to pull himself and his fingers away from her.

“No,stay,” she moaned extracting another hungry kiss from his full lips.

Breathing heavy as a stallion he set her aside as gently as he could before he sat up and slumped against the couch. He lustily inhaled the fingers he used to bring her to climax before wiping his hand over his face.

“Dios, you have a sweet smelling cunt, morena. You tempt me too much.” he cursed trying to rein himself in.

Sanaii kneeled beside him, leaning heavily into his warm body. She felt the need to rub herself against him shamelessly like a cat begging for milk. She kissed his neck below his ear as she wrapped her hands around his waist.

“I’m not teasing,” Sanaii bit gently into his caramel shoulder, as she slipped her small hand over his taut six pack abs into his pants seeking his warm cock.

Sanaii turned so that she was between his long legs. They tasted each other’s lips again, while Sanaii unzipped him. His erection popped out of his pants between them.

“Ooo, oh…it’s so pretty!” cooed Sanaii laying eyes and hands on him.

Admittedly, she’d only seen a handful (three to be exact) but she was certain they didn’t get any better looking than Jared’s. His dick was even-toned, dark honey colored perfection, springing from a nest of glossy black curls, framed by a heavy round sac. He wasn’t circumcised and Sanaii was fascinated by the protective extra skin nestling over the plum that dripped cum on her thigh. Her mouth watered to taste him and suck him, but her pussy was most in need. Jared was not as long as Lucas, but he looked to be almost as wide as her wrist. He had a thick, pussy-busting cock to be sure. Excitedly, she straddled Jared’s lap.

“No, morena, no” Jared hissed holding her suspended over his lap with his strong hands cupping thick her waist.

Sanaii shuddered. She could just feel the moist heat of him teasing her pussy.

“You don’t want me?” she whispered sadness and disappointment in her voice.

Jared sighed and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his chest. He kissed her brow and cheek.

“ How could you think that, sweet? You see...you feel how bad I want you.”

Sanaii lifted her head to press her brow against his.

“But you won’t make love to me...is it because of the baby? You won’t hurt us.”

“No, ‘course not,” he reassuringly caressed her round belly, “ Sanaii I feel so strong for you. More than I have for any other woman in a long time- maybe ever. I told you when we met that we could keep things loose,casua-, but I know now if we do this I can not. You understand, morena?”

Sanaii nodded her head. She knew exactly what he was feeling because to her surprise she had felt it too. Her unresolved issues with Luc did not prevent her from opening her heart to the beautiful man in front of her.

When Sanaii pressed into his strong embrace again, her pussy fluttered. She was fully seated on him now. His erection was sandwiched between her thighs. The silky skin wet from his and her juices. Unable to quell her raging hormones, Sanaii rolled her hips in a sensuous half circles creating sweet friction for her clit.

“Stop that!” growled Jared. In contrast to his words, he brought his hands down to smack against her ass before squeezing it and helping her slide herself along his skin.

“Jared, please” Sanaii whined heatedly. She reached between her legs to spread her pussy lips giving her clit more skin on skin contact as she rocked on him. Still she felt so empty, “Put your fingers inside me again?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth, even as his fingers parted her ass cheeks to probe the crevice.

“Please, Jay, pl- ahh! ” she cried out as Jared positioned her quickly and drove the first few inches of his cock inside her.

“There, is that better? Does that make your hungry pussy happy?”

“Yes! Oh yes!” Sanaii yelled out elated as she worked herself insistently down on his thick pole. “God, it’s- you feel too good Jared,” Sanaii happily bounced herself up and down on his dick until she noticed he wasn’t thrusting back and saw the tensed strained look on his face.

Her heart plummeted and she stopped her movements.

“Oh Jared, oh goodness, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry, “ she repeated near tears at the realization that she was practically molesting him. When she started to move off of him he grabbed her ass and held her still.

“Where do you think you’re going? You think you can just sit your tight little pussy on my cock, bounce around a few times and leave me hanging?” he said his chocolate eyes narrowed.

Before she could answer, he demanded a kiss from her parted lips and thrust up hard.

“Sugar!” Sanaii hissed and almost passed out from the pleasure.

Jared rose up slightly to his knees while she stayed impaled on his cock. Sanaii instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist.

“ I’m fucking you...I’m making you my woman.” he declared.

Jared’s woman. The sound of it sent shivers down her spine and warmed her heart. It felt right.

“Yes, yes I want to be your woman.”

Jared grunted and started to fuck himself with much skill and enthusiasm into her grasping pussy. Sanaii was a wildcat, scratching his still clothed back and biting into his shoulder as he split her fruit over and over again until she felt like she couldn’t breathe without his cock. Just before it became too much, he moved one hand away from her ass to softly massage her clit. With a long low wail she came tightening around him.

“ Mmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm,” Sanaii mumbled incoherently still hazy from pleasure as he gently moved her limp body off of him. He grabbed pillows from the couch and lovingly laid her down on her back on them. He smoothed the hair back from her face and kissed her. She could still feel him hard and wet against her thigh.

“Jay- you didn’t-.”

“You had enough. You have to take it easy,” he said kissing the mound of her belly affectionately.
“ I love you dark skin,” he whispered kneeling carefully over her

Sanaii smiled.

“That’s why you call me, morena isn’t it?”

“Si.” he breathed, "morena linda- beautiful dark skin.”

She watched fascinated and aroused as he started to masturbate his pretty cock. It arched over her breasts. Sanaii licked her lips and held her swollen tits together. His honey gold cock stroked her dark cleavage as he massaged the globes. In a few moments, her breasts were coated with his thick white cum.

“Oh yes,... rub it in your skin, morena… all over your nipples, yes.”

Jared panted loving the site of her dark skin made slippery with his juices so much that another spurt of cum shot from his sex to land on her lips. He knew she was the perfect woman when she licked it from her lips like it was honey.

Jared fell heavily to his side after a moment, and Sanaii curled into his body her back to his chest ready to doze. Feeling too spent to move and beyond content, he hugged her to him and pulled the throw from the couch to cover them both. He kissed her hair and ran his hand over her sticky, bare breasts, her rounded belly and between her legs to her delicious pussy. It was tender, sweet, and addictive, just like Sanaii.

She was his now and he damn sure wasn’t sharing.