Lover's Lane

The pizza finally arrived, which was good for Sam because his stomach was starting to growl. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself in front of Jo since she seemed like such a nice person. He had met quite a few nice people on his road trips, some helping his brother and him along the way, but she was nice in a different kind of way. He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, except for her obvious generosity to help people in an adult sex store. He found that to be a bit odd, then again, he hadn’t really been too open about things like that since he had went on the road with Dean.

After the waitress left their pizza and individual plates, Sam reached for the pizza spatula and scooped up a piece, placing it on one of the plates. He handed it to Jo like a gentleman, giving her a cute smile; one that he knew would show off his dimples. “Here you go. Eat up.” He said before taking a slice for himself.

“Hold on. We’re missing something.” She mentioned before standing up and leaving the table. Sam watched her walk over to a jukebox and pulled a quarter out of her pocket. She dropped it in and pushed a few buttons to see what selections were available. He wondered what she had picked as she pushed some different buttons before sitting back down. A few seconds later, Cold as Ice by Foreigner came over the speakers.

Sam grinned since he knew Dean happened to like Foreigner. “You like Foreigner?” He questioned. “My brother would just love you.” The thought of Dean liking her made him cringe a little because he liked her so much.

“Yeah.” She answered. “I like Foreigner, Journey, and REO Speedwagon. I’m not so much into some of the other stuff like Led Zeppelin and Metallica.”

Sam grinned because he knew the feeling. He got tired of sitting in the Impala and listening to the greatest rock hits of the 80’s. Sometimes he felt like he was trapped inside some type of bad 80’s sitcom, forced to relive the music over and over again as some horrible soundtrack to his life, even if the songs didn’t match his ongoing life.

The song continued to play as Sam bit into his slice of pizza. He watched Jo do the same thing and he couldn’t help but watch her eat. To him, it was some form of art that he just couldn’t get enough of. The pizza was good, almost to die for, considering Sam never ate anything remotely healthy half the time on the road anyways, but he was just so fascinated by her.

Jo swallowed a bite of her pizza and took a sip of her soda before paying attention to Sam. “So why are you and your brother here anyways?” She asked.

Sam never knew how to really answer this question, especially to someone he happened to like. He didn’t want to lie to her but he knew he had to. “We’re here on business.”

“What kind of business?”

He knew she was going to ask that question considering it usually came up. The typical agent investigating a case didn’t seem appropriate for him to tell her. His mouth began to open as if he was going to respond, but he couldn’t think of anything.

“That’s alright. You don’t have to tell me.” She said before taking another bite of her pizza.

A smile crept across Sam’s lips as he thought how nice it was for her to drop the question when he didn’t respond. Most people would have pressed for an answer; especially from a stranger they had offered to give a ride to and were eating dinner with.

After Jo ate two pieces of pizza, and Sam having three pieces, he checked his cell phone to see the time. It was getting late and was almost dark outside but Dean hadn’t called. Sam decided to call Dean but after a few rings and getting Dean’s voicemail, Sam hung up, knowing that Dean was either busy, in trouble, or not answering his phone on purpose. Sam’s guess was not answering his phone on purpose. “Listen. My brother isn’t answering and I don’t have anyway to get around. You can just leave me here if you want and I can try to get a hold of my brother because I don’t really want to take advantage of your kindness.” Sam explained before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

Jo smiled at him. “It’s no trouble at all and I wouldn’t just leave you in a public place like this. I was going to head home anyways so you can always sit and hang out on the couch.”

“Haven’t you ever heard you shouldn’t take rides from strangers, or in this case give a ride to one?” Sam asked in a joking manner.

“It’s okay if they buy you dinner, or offer you candy.” She responded with a cheeky grin.

Sam chuckled a little before pulling out his wallet and throwing down enough money to pay for the food and the tip. “I guess you can give me a ride now.” He teased back before standing up.

Jo just kept grinning and grabbed the keys out of her purse. She walked outside with him, hopped into her car, and started the ignition. The car came to life, and once Sam was in the car, she drove towards her apartment.

After a few minutes of being on the road, Jo stopped at an apartment complex. She led Sam inside and went up a couple flights of stairs, stopping at a door that had the number 124 on it. She found the right key and slid it into the slot, allowing the door to unlock and let them inside.

Sam scanned the room once Jo had turned on the lights. The apartment was small, but not half bad. Once coming in the door, Sam found himself in the living room. There was just a small blue love seat, a matching armchair, and a brown coffee table. A TV sat in front of all the furniture on a small stand that had a shelf underneath for her DVD player and VCR, while a shelf below that which had glass doors to open, held a few movies or television series.

Behind the living area, there was a small kitchen. There was a typical stove with burners on the top, a microwave hung above the stove and cabinets were on either side of the microwave and the stove. Off to the side was a brown dining table and chairs, a similar brown color as the coffee table and perhaps made pretty cheaply, but good enough for someone who lived alone. There also stood a plain white refrigerator next to the cabinets.

After the kitchen came her bedroom. The place was pretty much one big open room, so luckily she lived by herself due to the privacy issues. Her room was just one queen sized bed, a couple of dressers, and a nightstand. Two doors, one on either side of her bedroom, if it could be called that, were found. Sam assumed one of the doors had to lead to a bathroom, the other to a closet or something.

“Go ahead and make yourself at home.” She said before walking to her sleeping headquarters and throwing her jacket into an empty chair.

“Actually, Can I use your bathroom?” He asked politely.

“Sure. It’s just through there.” She pointed at one of the doors, which proved Sam’s suspicious right. “Just no peaking since I want to change into something more comfortable.”

“Alright.” Sam walked over to the bathroom and went inside. He closed the door behind him and glanced around for a moment. He noticed the shower curtain had fish on it, some which probably looked similar to the species in Finding Nemo. He grinned, thinking it was corny but kind of cute at the same time.

After Sam took care of his business, he opened the door a crack and peaked out, checking to see if she was dressed. He was going to ask through the door if she had finished changing, but he didn’t want to rush her. He actually saw her standing in front of her dresser in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching underwear.

He meant to close the door but his eyes were fixed upon her. He thought everything on her was perfectly formed for him as he watched her fish through her dresser for some clothes. Then, she actually turned around and looked at him. That’s when he realized there had been a mirror on top of the dresser, reflecting him from the bathroom so she could see him.

“I…..uhh…..Umm….” Sam tried to think of something to say but nothing would come out that was coherent. Instead, he just shut the bathroom door and pressed his back to it, trying to think of something to say or do.

The door moved from Sam’s back and he turned around to see Jo still in her underwear. He tried to focus his eyes on her face but was having a hard time. “What…what are you doing?” He asked, curious as to why she hadn’t just gotten dressed.

She stepped closer to him before reaching up on her tiptoes and kissing him on the lips, not gently, but quite hard. Sam pulled his lips away, leaning his head down so that the top of his forehead was pressed against hers. His eyes were closed as he spoke. “We can’t. We barely know each other.” He said, even though every fiber of his being wanted to.

“I know you want to. It’s been obvious since the store. Everything I showed to you and the way you’ve been looking at me. The way you just looked at me now.” She explained in a whisper before pressing her lips against his again.

Sam moaned and placed his hands on either side of her bare waist. Her skin was so soft and smooth as he pulled her closer, kissing her lips harder. He wished he could pull himself away from her, but he wanted her more than anything at this point.

He felt her hands hot on his body, sliding up his shoulders and removing his jacket from his shoulders. It fell onto the floor along with his shirt and pants when she took those off too. Eventually, he was in nothing but his boxers and she was still in her bra and panties.

He grabbed her at the waist and picked her up, carrying her over to the bed and setting her down gently. He laid on top of her, his strong arms holding himself up so he wasn’t squishing her delicate body. His lips kissed her lips hungrily before making their way down her neck, chest, and stomach, only to stop at the top of her panties. He growled playfully before biting the top of them and using his teeth to slide them down her legs.

He threw them onto the floor and looked at her, his hands wrapping around her to unhook her bra and practically rip it from her body. He stared at her for a moment before running his hand down the side of her body and then back up, his hand stopping at her breast where he gently caressed it in his hand. His thumb rubbed over her nipple gently, causing it to perk up and harden a bit from his touch.

A sigh escaped her lips and she reached to take off his boxers, but he stopped her. “Not yet.” He whispered in her ear. “I want to make sure you get what you want during sex, and in order to do that, I must really please you ahead of time. However, I don’t need special toys or lubricants to do so.”

Her whole body tingled from his words and she felt his hot breath against her body as he kissed his way down, down to where her most secret areas lied. One of his hands gently separated her labia, exposing her clit to him so he could kiss it gently with his lips. The kisses sent shivers through her entire body, but this wasn’t his plan. He let his tongue escape his lips before swirling it around her clit in gentle circles.

She squirmed a little bit as she let out a moan of pleasure, but he tried to hold her steady because he was just getting started. He wrapped his lips around her clit, starting to suck at it and flick his tongue over it at the same time. Waves of pleasure coursed through her and he enjoyed the thought of pleasing her, so much so, that he grew harder by the second. He listened to her sounds of approval, so he kept going and focused on the task at hand. He knew that if he could make her cum now, it would be easier to do so when he was inside of her.

Slowly reaching downward with his other hand, he slid two fingers inside of her, doing so with such ease from her wetness. He moved them in and out slowly, the tips of his fingers curving up behind her pubic bone to hit her g-spot. He felt her hand reach down and press on the back of his head, telling him to suck harder. He obliged and started to nibble at her clit gently with his teeth, torturing her in such ways that it only took a few more seconds for her to release.

After removing his fingers from within her, curiosity got the best of him, and he licked one of his fingers, tasting the fluids that had just released from her. A combination of sweetness with just the faintest hint of tart danced on his tongue. The taste was something he couldn’t describe, but he liked it nonetheless.

Unable to resist his own lust anymore, he scooped her up into his arms, holding her in a sitting position with her facing him. His hands were held tightly on her waist and he slid her onto his hard cock with one easy movement since her orgasm had made her so wet. He felt her hot hands slide up his chest before her arms rested around his neck. What she did next surprised him, making him actually grow harder inside of her.

She lifted herself on his cock so that only the head of his penis was inside of her before she slid back down. She kept repeating this even rhythm, making him moan out in pleasure, as she made sure he could feel her along the entire length of his cock. The pleasure was almost unbearable as she kept up the same pace. He wanted to move her faster, but he knew that could mess up any chance of her having an orgasm. Regardless, he liked the liquid fire coursing through his body since he had thought he would be doing all the work.

Continuing to slide along the length of his cock, she pressed her lips against his lips, kissing them hard and passionately. He didn’t pull away, wanting to feel her hot lips on his to try and muffle his own moans of pleasure. He found himself not wanting it to ever end, wanting to devour her so the kisses became more heated, more passionate, and his tongue was inside her mouth, caressing her own.

The climax was coming for him, but he didn’t want to cum yet, knowing that he wanted to please her so badly, to give her one thing she wanted. He let out a loud grunt, trying to resist the urge to release himself within her, but he managed to withstand when he felt her starting to contract. Taking advantage of her contractions, he slid one hand downward, finding her clit and starting to gently run his finger over it in smooth, even circles.

Her contractions quickened until she finally released and it made her tighten slightly, which sent him over the edge. The build up was so unbearable and now he had released. He let out a low, deep moan as he finally released and he could hear the sounds she made, clearly letting him know he had achieved his goal. He winced slightly, mainly from the pleasure being so explosive, for both of them since he could tell her orgasm was more powerful than the first, but she had also dug her nails into him a bit from all the pleasure.

He didn’t mind the pain since it helped slow down the adrenaline running through his body. His heart still raced, his breathing still heavy, but the unbearable pleasure had gone away, a release that was way past due for him. Opening his eyes, having them closed while most of this was going on, he finally looked at her.

Her eyes were staring at him, so intensely, before she kissed him on the lips with an almost appreciative kiss to let him know she was pleased. Sam didn’t know how to respond since he had just had sex with an almost complete stranger, but for some reason, she didn’t feel like one. His mind clouded though, not sure how he should behave after this. Was he to leave now like Dean would probably do after having sex? Did she want him to stay? He didn’t really know how to ask so he gently laid her down on the bed and laid next to her.

Her head rested gently on his chest, her arm slung over his waist. He took this as his sign to stay with her, to not leave her after doing such an intimate act. Relief actually came over him since he was tired and he really didn’t want to leave her anyways. He knew Dean would have probably left or had some awkward conversation before leaving but he didn’t want to do that. Instead, he stayed and he slowly fell asleep in the arms of someone who was strange to him, but yet so familiar.