The Turin Manor

So... It's been like 2 months, and I'm betting everyone has wondered where I've been...

It went something like this:

Week 1: Amara gets the flu
Week 2: I get the flu from taking care of Amara
Week 3: Crunch time in life
Week 4: Oh dear christ MORE CRUNCH TIME
Week 5: Fuck this I'm not doing shit
Week 6: How do I write again?
Week 7: I have the chapter done, but I got distracted...
NOW: HERES A CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for being patient with me during this. I know Amara's been hounding me about it, so I should be back on track... (Hopefully) Either way, first TM chapter with REAL SEX in it. Enjoy!

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A few weeks had passed and the quarter had started with all it's hustle and bustle. The girl's schedules lined up enough that they were able to carpool to class. It was pretty busy during the week, so we usually ate on our own terms, but Catherine was adamant that Friday nights be dinner as a group. Everyone enjoyed her cooking, so it wasn't hard to get us around the table together when her food was on the table. However, tonight, Sarah was not at the table, we hadn't seen her all day, plus her phone was off, so I was a bit nervous. Maybe it was some misguided chivalry, but I felt responsible for each of the people living in my house. I left a message before dinner, then another after. Frustrated and a bit overwhelmed, I decided to take a break and watch a movie in the cinema downstairs. I have to assume that Gerald loved movies, because the downstairs theater had all the latest tech, despite his age.

I was immediately surprised when I entered the theater to find something was already playing. It was an older show that I vaguely recognized as the kind of show that gets syndicated to one of those "Feel Good Channels." But what surprised me more was to find Sarah in the second row crying to herself softly, the trash can at her feet full of tissues. I moved slowly, afraid that I would startle her and make things worse. I decided to at least start by pretending to not notice her tears, but still staying gentle. I sat down next to her and looked up at the relationship drama being portrayed on screen.

"Hey, you missed dinner." I said softly, making sure to keep my voice neutral and friendly.

"I know..." Her response was broken up by soft sobs and sniffles despite her best intentions, "I... I wasn't hungry." Her excuse sounded sad and pathetic, but I let it slide for now.

"Did something happen today?" I figured that being direct couldn't hurt anything, the worst that could happen is that she didn't want to talk about it, which I was fully willing to accept today, if she was still this upset tomorrow, something would need to be done for her sake.

She turned and looked at me in the dark of the small theater, and looked me in the eyes, "You really care, don't you?" Her words were phrased in a question, but it wasn't directed at me. I guess she had assumed that I was just like the other guys at school, so my earnest question threw her off a bit.

"Yea... um... Is that okay?"

"I... I guess..." She looked down at her lap again, before beginning to tell her story. "So I'd been dating a guy I met in one of my prereq classes, but today when I was at the library, I saw him flirting up some chick, then she kissed him and they left together. They were holding hands and everything..." She started crying again, "What was I supposed to think? He was clearly cheating on me with this other girl, or maybe I was the unknowing mistress... I don't even know that... I was too upset to finish classes so I came home early."

This set off an alarm as her car wasn't in the driveway when I had come back from town. "Where is your car?"

"I left it at the school, I was so upset, I didn't want to take the chance driving so I had a friend drop me off, but she had to get back to class, so I've been in here since then." She started crying again, so I gently reached out a hand and put it on her shoulder comfortingly, she responded by throwing her arms around me and sobbing on my shoulder. I welcomed the embrace and held her as she cried.

It didn't take long for her to relax in my arms, her hold moving from tight and desperate to loose and content. I'm not quite sure how we had ended up this way, but her whole body was almost in my lap while she lay on my shoulder. Sarah lifted her head a bit and whispered to me, "You're a really good guy, you know that?"

I won't deny that I blushed a bit at the complement, I wasn't very good with the ladies, so such complements were in short supply. "Really?"

I guess the surprise in my voice came out more than I had expected, causing her to look at me directly and respond, "Yea, why?"

I looked at the ground for a moment, embarrassed to admit how long I had been single.

Sarah smiled at me as she kissed my cheek lightly. "I can't imagine you being single for any length of time. You're so caring and friendly, I'd figure the girls would be all over you."

"I guess I just don't meet the right girls..."

Sarah nuzzled my jaw lightly, almost playfully. "They're missing out."

I chuckled to myself,"Yea, tell me about it."

Her mannerism changed slightly, not enough for someone just passing by would notice, but with her almost completely in my lap, it was noticeable. Sarah looked up at me and asked me a question that I was nowhere near ready for, "Do you think I'm pretty?"

I seized up for a moment before relaxing and responding astutely "Yes, I think you're quite pretty."

"Would you date me?" I probably should have seen where this line of thought was going, but I guess I was too focused on trying to decipher the origin of her first question.

"Well, yea, sure... I mean..." I was never given an opportunity to finish that sentence as my lips were silenced by hers.

She wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me deeper into the kiss, leaving me unable to say or do anything until the kiss ended.

"Um... Sarah..." I started to object as the kiss ended, but she shushed me with a finger on my lips, before kissing me again. The sudden onslaught of her kiss distracted me as I found myself being straddled by the girl that I, until recently, was holding against my chest. I wasn't sure what to do when I felt her hand slide down my chest and into my pants, her lips now caressing my ear, making me unable to think clearly. Suddenly I felt a warm hand on my now semi-erect penis. I was able to get out one more protest, which was again silenced with a kiss, before she began to stroke my rod in earnest, slowly working it out of the jeans I was wearing. I had reached the point of no return, so I decided to make the best of this situation, and take Sarah into my arms.

As Sarah kissed down my neck, I felt her push aside the long and heavy skirt that was part of her normal dress. As she lowered herself to me I realized that she was completely without undergarments. I'm not sure if I was surprised by this development at the time, but thinking back on it, such a disparity should have been remembered.

I felt her womanhood touch me, and I knew it was over. As she slid herself onto my rod, she bit into my shoulder muscle slightly, and I could understand why. She was extremely tight and I worried that it was her first time, however my worries were quickly burned away as she began to moan and bounce in a clearly practiced way. I was moaning almost immediately as I watched her breasts bounce inside her tight tee shirt. Sarah's fingers quickly wrapped in my hair as she bounced against my lap. "Oh... Oh... Yes... Alex... Yes... Oh..." She'd become animalistic in her thrusting and moaning, words barely decipherable among her gasps and moans. I replied in turn, gasping and moaning incomprehensibly.

Sarah came to orgasm first, and for just a second, I came back to my senses but was unable to get anything more than "Condom!" out, but Sarah quickly eased my fears. "I'm protected." That final encouragement was just enough to send me over the edge. I came hard inside my roommate, gasping and moaning as she kiss and bit along my neck. As we came down from our sexual highs, Sarah slowly rolled off of me, collapsing into the seat next to me.

"Thank you..." I barely heard her whisper as she leaned on my shoulder.

Still confused by the whole business, I stupidly asked, "What?"

Sarah's response was better than I expected, "For that... Daniel wouldn't let it go that far, and I was worried that I wasn't pretty enough. I know it's dumb but..."

I kissed her forehead lightly. "I... Think I understand, and, your welcome, just next time warn me."

It was finally Sarah's turn to blush, "I'm not sure if we should have a next time... I kind of took advantage of you, and besides, if anything were to happen, it would be really awkward to try to explain to the others."

I nodded my agreement, and hugged her again.

"Could you possibly, if you don't have something else you need to do, stay with me for a bit?" Her voice was so soft, there really was no way I was going to be able to say no, so we spent some time watching the show that was still playing, while Sarah laid her head in my lap.

A few episodes later, I heard Sarah's stomach grumble, causing us both to giggle at the obscene sound. "I guess I am kind of hungry, all I've had today is breakfast."

"That's ok," I smiled at her comment, "I think Cathrine saved a portion for you."

"She's so nice to us." Sarah commented.

"Yea, she's almost like another Grandmother."

"Exactly"

We went upstairs to find that everyone else had already gone to their rooms for the night. Looking at the clock explained it quite easily as it was almost one in the morning. Sarah ate her portion from dinner while we talked about classes and stuff, I offered to take her to class tomorrow so she didn't have to either show up early or miss a class.

After she finished eating and cleaning up her dishes, I walked her back up to her room where she thanked me again, and we said our goodnights. I meandered back downstairs and went into my room to write a bit, like I was planning to, before I ended up comforting Sarah in ways that I wasn't expecting. After an hour or so of writing, I went back to the kitchen for a midnight snack, where I found Melody making herself a sandwich. I nodded to her in greeting, but all I got in response was a blink and a quick scurry back upstairs to her room. I shrugged, made my snack, and sat down in the breakfast nook to eat it. As I ate, I noticed a portrait of the previous owner of the house that I hadn't noticed, hanging on the wall next to the bar. I finished my snack and walked over to the painting, admiring it, before beginning to talk to a mixture of myself, and this painting of a man related to me, but one I'd never met.

"Women are weird, aren't they?"

His smug grin gave me the feeling he agreed with me, but was hiding some gem of knowledge I couldn't yet know.

For some reason, I was in a 'talk to a painting' mood, and asked the next dumb question on my mind, "You probably wouldn't have approved of what happened today, would you?"

Again I was left with the feeling that there was something I didn't know about this man that lead me to believe that I was wrong. I shook that notion from my brain before heading to my bedroom and crawling into bed.