Teed Off

Teed Off
NC-17
Don't own 'em
Spoilers up to Season 5

"So, how are you feeling about the incident we discussed last week?" Sara's
therapist asked.
"I'm better now. Sometimes I feel like I cheated death and that is a little
overwhelming. But, for the most part I am coping fine. I haven't had anymore
nightmares about it," Sara answered.
"But you are still having the other nightmares?"
"I had only one this week, actually," Sara said it with mock pride.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
"I suppose I should but, really, I don't want to."
"Then we don't have to," Dr. Croft offered.
"No, it's okay. It was the one regarding my supervisor."
"You find his corpse?"
"Yeah, it's always the same. A phone call wakes me in the afternoon.
It's the homicide detective. He tells me to come quickly. I drive
over 100 miles per hour. I know exactly what I am going to see when
I get there. But even though I know, I am still not prepared. He's
dead. There is no apparent wound, no apparent cause of death. But
he's there dead. His body is spread out on a blanket. It is green and
really fuzzy. He would actually look peaceful, if it weren't for the
insects crawling out of his eye sockets, nose, mouth, and ears." Sara
shudders as the image crosses through her mind.
"How does it make you feel?" The therapists asks the question that she
always does.
"I don't know. I feel empty, I feel alone, I feel unfulfilled, I feel
like he has abandoned me."
"Sara, are you involved with your supervisor?"
"No, we aren't seeing each other."
"How does that make you feel?"
"Empty, alone, unfulfilled, and abandoned," Sara answered honestly.
The therapist scribbled a quick note onto her pad and looked back to
Sara and smiled. "Sara, have you given anymore thought to my suggestion
of a hobby?"
"Honestly, no," Sara answered.
"Well, I think you should give it some thought. It should be something
wholly and completely uninvolved with your work. Yet, because you are
extremely intelligent and get bored easily, it should offer you a challenge.
Is there anything you have wanted to try but just never tooke the time for
yourself to do it?"
"I guess so."
"Good," the therapist said, "think about seriously doing it."
Sara nodded and sighed.


Two days later on a bright Friday afternoon, Sara found herself at an oasis
in the middle of the desert, Sierra Summit Golf Club. Sara had signed up for
lessons on her way home from the doctor's office on Wednesday. It was something
she had considered trying for a long time but just never made the time to
do it. Well, now here she was. She was to meet her new instructor, Brantley
Bingham, at 1:00 PM and they were going to start with the basics. She had spoken
with the young man over the phone and he had instructed her as to the things she
would need to buy and the things that could be rented from the the course. Sara had
purchased new clothes for the endeavor right down to the golf shoes. She wore white,
knee length shorts, a pink collored top, white ankle socks, with white
shoes. The outfit was accented by a white cap she had purchased this morning which
had the Sierra Summit logo embroidered on it. She had rented clubs from the shop and
sat down to wait for Brantley.

The sun reflecting off a parking car nearly blinded Sara, reminding her that she shoud have
grabbed her sunglasses from her car. As the car rolled to a stop she noticed that
it was a Mercedes like the one Grissom owned. She tried to calculate the odds of it
actually being Grissom. The driver emerged from the vehicle wearing a cap, making
it impossible to see his face. But it didn't matter, Sara would know that figure
anywhere. She took the time to admire him from afar. He was wearing a yellow shirt
with short sleeves which showed off his impossible thick forearms. His shorts were
khaki and like Sara's stopped at the knee revealing beautifully sculpted calves.
Sara knew he carried a few extra pounds around the middle but she thought it actually
looked good on him. It added to his overall masculinity. It made him look thick and
solid and strong. Sara found herself wondering what other parts of his anatomy were so
thick. Sara watched Grissom thumb his keyring causing his trunk to pop open. He retrieved
his clubs from his trunk and closed it. Sara was oblivious to everything but Grissom, so
when Brantley came up beside her it startled her.
"Ms. Sidle, I presume. Oh, I am sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you," Brantley
apologized when he saw Sara jump.
"What, no, I am sorry, my mind was elsewhere. You must be Brantley. It is nice
to put a face to your voice."
"Hope the face doesn't scare you too much."
"Don't be silly, you're very good-looking," Sara complemented. And it was true.
Brantley looked like a greek god. He was your typical country club preppy boy.
He had golden blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, a striaght whiter that white smlie, and
a fantastic figure.
"Thank you, you're pretty hot yourself, Ms. Sidle."
"You can call me Sara, and I don't think I have ever been described as hot before."
"I'm sorry did I offend you? Where are my manners? I am supposed to be behaving
like a professional. I just didn't expect you to be so pretty. Most of the women
I teach are much older, married ladies. Oh and I insist if I am to call you Sara,
then you will call my Bran."
"Okay, then Bran it is and you didn't offend me. So shall we get started?" Sara
noticed that Grissom was now making his way toward them and she wanted to get away
before being detected. She practically pulled Bran around the building.
"Gosh, your anxious to get started. First let me look over your equipment and make
sure you have everything you'll need. Then we will head up to the range to work on your
grip and your swing."
"Can we just head up there now?" Sara pleaded.
"No, because if we have forgotten something, then we will have to make an unnecessary trip
back."
"Okay," Sara conceded knowing he was right.
Grissom passed by them as Bran checked Sara's inventory. His head was down looking at a card
in his hand. Sara thanked her lucky stars that he hadn't seen her.


Grissom was so glad to have a whole weekend off that he decided to go golfing. He made
a promise to himself that he was not going to think of work until Sunday evening whenever
he went back to work. He also swore to himself that he wasn't going to think about
his Sara problem as he was now calling it. Grissom sometimes felt so inadequate
when it came to Sara. He had always known that she deserved better than he could
offer and now that he knew of her past, he really felt like she deserved to be treated
better than he knew how. It had only been two weeks since the Adam Trent incident and
Grissom was still recovering. He really didn't know how Sara handled the things she did
so well. She had worked in Vegas for five years now and had not shared her story
to a living soul but him. Grissom thought she must be as lonely as he was. God,
he wished it was in his power to change things.

Grissom had collected his clubs and paid his fees and was headed toward the driving range
when his spine started tingling. It was an odd feeling but one that he was altogether
familiar with. It was the same sensation he got whenever Sara entered the room. It was
strange that he would feel it now, though, since Sara was the only one who had ever had
this affect on him. He turned his head back to see if anything could have possibly
caused the disturbance. There was a young couple looking intently at some golf clubs.
He had seen the young man here before. He deduced that the young man must be
giving his wife golfing lessons. He couldn't see her face because she was turned
away from him. There was something familiar in her stance though. For a moment
he was jealous of the younger man. The woman had incredible legs, long legs like
Sara's. 'Don't go there,' he mentally chasitsed himself, 'You are not thinking of her
today, especially not her legs and what they would feel like wrapped around you.'
Grissom shook off the mental image of pounding into Sara's depths while she gripped
his torso with her long limbs. He thought about how the Dodgers were doing so well this
season as he continued on to the driving range.


Sara had deliberately kept her back to Grissom, just in case he had decided to turn
around. It was the logical thing to do at the time but now she realized that she didn't
know if he had headed out to the course or if he were going to the driving range as
well. She doubted he would play 18 holes by himself, but then againg this was Grissom
she was talking about, Mr. Solitude.
"Okay, looks like everything is in order," Bran said as he extended his hand in a ladies
first gesture towards the driving range.
"Let's go then," Sara was eager to get started. She really was looking forward to this
and so what if Grissom saw her. He had told her himself to get a diversion.
"Actually, Bran, is there a restroom near? I don't want to have to stop in the middle
of the lesson. I'm sorry I should have gone before you got here."
"It's alright, and actually there around back here and I think I will try to go to."
"Never hurts to try," Sara said with a smile although she was a little embarrassed.
"That's right, I'll meet you at the range. If you get there first just pick our a spot that
suits you, okay."
"Okay," Sara replied as she headed to the ladies room.


Grissom reached the driving range only to realize that he had left his basket of
balls back at the counter. He knew there was a joke about forgetting your balls
but he didn't want to give it the time it warranted to think it up. He huffed a little and
headed back the way he had just come.


By the time Sara had reached the range, Bran had already picked out a spot, "Is
this okay, If not we can move. But it is kinda away from everyone else at the
moment. I know this game can be intimidating for beginners. You don't really
want everyone watching you swing only to miss by about three feet."
Sara laughed, "Yeah, this is fine. Thanks for being so considerate and having
so much faith in me," she joked. She watched as Bran positioned the ball on the tee
and reached into her bag and handed her a club.
"This is a seven iron, but we are not going to worry about that today. Really today
we are just going to work on your grip and stance. If we have time we will take a few
swings, okay."
"You're the boss."
"No, actually you hired my so you are my boss, but I like the sound of the other way."
They laughed together as Sara gripped the club and held it out in front of her. Bran came
around behind her. He put his arms around her and placed his hands over hers.
"You don't have to have a death grip on it. You want to relax a little, okay?"
He instructed as he tried to loosen Sara's wrists a little. "More loose, like this,
see your hands are really important. Remember this game isn't about power
as much as it is practice. So you can be a really good golfer if you take the
time to get the technique down. It doesn't matter how hard you hit the ball, if you
can't hit it on target."


Grissom was returning with his balls when he noticed the young couple at one of the end
tees. They look cute together he thought at first, but as he came closer and her features
came into focus, Grissom thought he was going to be sick to his stomach. That woman
was Sara. Those were Sara's legs he had lusted over. That boy couldn't be over 22 years
of age what was she some cradle robber. 'Careful, Gil, pot calling the kettle black,' his mind
warned him. He knew good and damn well she was just as close to the boy's age as she was
his own. Sara laughed at something the boy was saying and Grissom's blood got closer to the
boiling point. He knew he had know right to be jealous. He had made no claims on Sara, even
though she had offered him a chance. He knew he should just walk by like he didn't see her but
as hard as he tried he couldn't. He wanted an explanation, even if he wasn't entitled to one.

"Good afternoon, Sara," Grissom said as he stopped in front of the pair.
Sara looked up from her and Bran's hands that she had been studying.
"Grissom, hey, what are you doing here? I didn't know that you golfed." She didn't
know why but she suddenly felt defensive.
"Well, I didn't know that you did either."
"I don't. I mean today is my first day. Bran, here is teaching me. Oh, let me
introduce you. Bran, this is my boss Dr. Gil Grissom. Grissom, this is my
golfing instructor Brantley Bingham."
"Dr. Grissom, it's a pleasure to meet you. I hear you are quite a golfer."
"Thank you, Mr. Bingham are you Reginold's son by any chance?"
"Yes, sir I am. You can call me Bran."
Grissom hated the boy instantly. Not only was he polite and good looking, but he
had made Sara laugh. Grissom knew this was the type of guy that women would
give anything to be with. He wasn't all that different physically that her last boyfriend,
a bit younger maybe, a bit more wealthy, and Grissom hoped for Sara's sake a bit more
intelligent.
"Well, Bran," the name rolled off his tongue with a sarcastic snap to it. "I'll let you get
back to your work. I know how Sara loves to learn. She is a great student. She's
very attentive and learns quickly. Be careful though she has a tendency to fall for
her teachers." Grissom gave Sara a disingenuous wink and walked away.


Sara was furious. She was not a violent person, but she had to fight the urge to
strike him with a golf club. How dare he do that to her. What the hell was it about
anyway? Was he jealous? And if so, what made him think he had the right to be. He
had made it abundantly clear that he wasn't going to persue a relationship with her.
Or did he just simply think she was some strumpet who was only interested in the
symbolism of their student-teacher relationship. Did he really think that she got
off on thinking he's my teacher that fucking turns me on. Puh-lease. If it were
only that she would have thrown herself at him in a way in which he wouldn't refuse.
God, if only it were sex, how easy that would be. And surely he didn't think it was
a schoolgirl crush. My God, you get over those after a couple of semesters max.
Usually when you see what an insufferable ass most professors are the novelty wears
off fast. She knew what an ass Grissom was but she was still in love with him. Dear God,
did she just admit it. Love yes, that was what it was, definitely love. He had just
insulted her and gave her a patronizing wink and all she wanted to do now was
beat some sense into so that he could see that she loved him, and not some image
of him.
"Sara. are you okay? What was that about?" Bran sincerely asked.
"Nothing, would you excuse me, please?" Sara said as she headed toward Grissom.

Grissom saw her coming at him and knew she was furious. He didn't think she would
hit him but she had a firm grip on that golf club. He trusted her with his life even though
he knew he had been out of line and she had every right to be angry. He knew Sara would
never bring him bodily harm.
"Grissom, what the fuck was that?" Grissom found it oddly comforting that she was swearing
at him.
"What?" He played innocent.
That was the final straw. Sara couldn't take it anymore. She couldn't believe he was going
to act like nothing had happened. She let it go.
"You fucking selfish bastard. You are jealous. You don't want me but no one else can touch
me either is that it? Well, I have news for you. I have no interest in that boy. I don't know what
your fucking problem is but let me set a few things straight for you."
"Sara this is neither the time nor..." Grissom started but didn't finish because Sara threw
the club to the ground and advanced on him. Grissom was not an extremely tall man but Sara
was tall for a woman so they stood nearly eye to eye.
"Shut up, Gil." She used his first name. She wanted his undivided attention and it worked.
"First of all," she began,"You don't get to be jealous, unless you want to finally do something about
this, "she made quotations in the air around the word this to emphasize her point. "Secondly, if you
think I have some crush on you that is ridiculous. I goes far beyond that. I have seen you at your worst
and I am still interested. And you know what it isn't just sex either. If I wanted sex I'd do to Greg. He's got
the biggest dick in the lab, so I hear. It's about you. I love you. Why is that concept so hard for you
to grasp. Haven't you ever loved anyone, Grissom?"
"Yes, Sara, I love you."
That shut her up. He continued,"You deserve so much more than me, but every time I see you with
someone else, I want to sabatoge it. I want to make you feel guilty. When what I should really do is
say, 'Congratulations, Sara, I am glad life has quit shitting on you.'"
"What you don't see, Grissom, is that I don't want more than you, I want you. I don't want some
young hottie. Did it ever occur to you that I think you are hot. That I love the thickness of you that
I want every inch of you right down to you bow legs. Grissom you stimulate me in ways no man ever
has before. I watched you earlier getting out of your car. Grissom watching you is like foreplay. My
body reacts to you. So physically, I am attracted to you. But it's so much more than that. I want to go
stargazing with you. I want you to come to my apartment and talk for hours about everything and nothing,
I want you to share your demons with me the way I've shared mine with you. I want to be able to
tell you all my secrets. I want to hold you at night. I want to spoon with you. I want to wake up with
you in the mornings. I want to bathe with you. I want to shower with you. I want you to cook for me.
I want to marry you. I want you to hold our child. Grissom I want a life with you." Tears streamed
down Sara's face as she poured her heart out to the only man she had ever loved.
Grissom was speechless. He didn't understand how Sara could be so honest with her feelings,
especially after he had denied her the things that she had sought. He really was a pitiful bastard.
"Sara, I want those things too, I just don't know how to make it happen." He felt inadequate once again.
God would he ever be enough for her?
"I do," Sara answered as she brought her lips to his. It was a soft kiss, just a meeting of the lips. Grissom
was too distracted by the sensations Sara was creating thoughout his body to care about the public
display they were making. God if this slight touch of lips was causing sensory overload what would
it be like to really make love to her. Sure he had thought about it plenty of times. But somehow, he
knew now that it would be far more than his fantasies had prepared him for.
Sara broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. The were a dark midnight blue even in the light of
day. "Take me home, Gil." He nodded and began to gather his things.
"I'm going to tell Bran that I need to reschedule," she said softly, "I'll meet you at your car."

While Grissom waited on Sara, he thought about what she was asking him. He knew what he wanted.
But had that been what she had meant? How did he ask her without fucking it up?
Sara climbed into the passenger seat and then buckled up. Grissom put the car in gear and pulled
out into the street. They hadn't gotten a mile when Sara shifted in her seat so that she could be closer
to Gil. She put one hand on his knee while she toyed with his hair with the fingers of the other hand.
"You know, I like it longer and with more grey. You don't have to try to look so young."
"Yeah well, I like it when you don't straighten your hair? You don't have to try to look so Catherine."
"Catherine?"
"Yeah, she does very little for me. I mean she's pretty and has a nice figure. But I don't like the
way she exudes sexuality. I like a more subtle sexuality. I like naturalness. I like your curls and
not to get too personal but I hope you don't shave your nether region. Of if you do, I hope you'll
stop."
"Oh, Griss, I plan on getting extremely personal with you," Sara cooed as her hand slid up his thigh
for emphasis. "And, no I don't shave all of my nether region as you call it.
I shave my bikin line and around my labia but I have a nice bush."
"Good, I like that.
"Do you like this?" Sara asked as she leaned into him and took his ear into her warm mouth.
"Umm," Grissom moaned.
"I'll take that as a yes," Sara said as she continued her minstrations. Her hand crept even further up
Grissom's thigh. Sara slide her tongue down the muscular cords of Grissom's neck to his collar bone.
Her hand bypassed his crotch and untucked his shirt from his shorts. When her hand made contact with
his belly, Grissom sucked in a little. "Baby, be you. I love you, all of you,' Sara soothed Grissom's
insecurities. He knew deep down that she wasn't that shallow but he wasn't happy with his body
he had worked hard to take off the weight that he had taken off. He just wished he could get
rid of the paunch that was still there. He realized that at his age it was part of the territory.
But if Sara didn't mind then he wasn't going to dwell on it.
Sara sucked on Grissom's collar bone as her wandering hand found a flat nipple. She tweaked it
and noticed that his hips shot forward. She made a mental note of the fact that he definitely
had sensitive nipples. Sare became aware that the vehicle had come to a stop. She looked out
the window to see that the Mercedes had pulled itno Gil's townhouse driveway.
"Is this okay?" He asked.
"Is it okay with you?" She was shocked that he had brought her here. Maybe he
really did want to open up to her.
"I actually prefer this Sara, Sweetie, I want to make love to you. But more than
that I want to share myself with you. I have never brought a woman to my bed
before. I want you there. I want to have you there."
As hard as she tried, Sara could not stop the tears that streamed down her face.
He was serious about this, about them. He was really going to make an effort.
It touched her in the deepest part of her heart. She knew that this was symbolic
for him, bringing her here, it was his way of opening up to her. It was his way
of showing her he loved her, Grissom wiped the tears from her eyes.
"Sara, I have been an obtuse prick. Can you forgive me? I tried so hard to deny
my feelings at first. And when that didn't work I treated you like shit."
"Gil, you are forgiven. I know this isn't easy for you. If you need more time, take it."
Grissom knew she was giving him an out. The rational side of his brain, the supervisor
knew that he should take it. He should pay for a cab to take her back to her car at the
golf course but it wasn't what his heart wanted. He could be Grissom, the supervisor,
on Sunday night. This weekend, however, he was going to be Gil, the man. And the
man in him only wanted one thing. Sara.
"What I need is you. I don't want to die never knowing what it would have been like
to love you. I don't want you to marry someone else. I want you. I don't want you to
leave. I don't care if the lab needs you or not. The truth was and is that I need you.
And the card should have said, "I need you, please stay, Love Gil,"
"That's what I thought 'From Grissom' meant. I thought it was shorthand."
At that they both laughed.
"Come on, Sara, Honey, let me show you how I feel."

His bedroom was dark but simple. He had a queen size bed with navy blue sheets. Sara noticed
the absence of a comforter or blankets of any kind. "Don't you get cold?"
"No, actually, I am rather warm natured and don't sleep with any covers. Just the sheet."
"Oh," Sara uttered as she continued to survey the room. A dresser stood against one wall with a
couple of photos on it. Sara moved in for a closer look. Grissom came up behind her and reached
around her to place the photos face down. He wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled into her neck.
He whispered, "We'll talk about those later."
"Promise?" She asked cause she was sure the curly headed boy in the black and white phote was Gil.
"Uh-huh, promise, Now turn around here," he orderd. Sara complied. She looked at the bed rather
nervously. Grissom was afraid she was having second thoughts. "You know, if you've changed
you mind it's okay. I won't do anything you don't want me to do. And I don't expect anything.
Look, I have an idea. Sara, do you know what a safe word is?"
She was perplexed. She thought that pertained to sex games. "I think it is used in bondage, right?"
"Yes it is but I think it will work here as well. I'm going to continue to do the things I want to do to you.
If you ever feel uncomfortable or feel as if we are moving to fast all you have to do is utter the safe
word and I will stop. If you don't say it I will go as far as I like. Understood?"
"Yes," she spoke and nodded at the same time. He could tell she was nervous. He wondered
briefly if she were self conscious. He thought it odd that Sara had been the aggressor in their
relationship, yet it was he who was calling the shots in the bedroom. His cock twitched at the
thought. She was going to be great beneath him. He just had to get her to relax a little.
"Okay, Sweetie," he placed his hands on either side of her face and his thumbs rubbed her lips.
"Your safeword is Beauty, understand?"
Sara understood completely. She nodded.
"Sweetie, I need you to verbally express to me that you understand."
"Beauty's my safeword, if I want you to stop I say it and you stop, no questions asked.
And you won't be disappointed or hurt because you don't expect sex anyway. We will
take this at my pace. And if I don't stop you, you are allowed to go as far as you like."
"That's right, honey, Now I am gonna start by kissing you."
And he did. But it was nothing like the soft kiss at the driving range. Grissom's lips
were much more insistent than Sara's had been. His tongued seeked entrance into
her mouth. Sara obliged. Without a uttering a word, Grissom broke the kiss and took
Sara's hand in his as he led her to his bed. He turned done the sheet and motioned for
her to lay down. He removed her shoes and socks. Then he removed his own.
"Have I told you that you look pretty in pink?"
"No," Sara said trying to stifle the giggle.
Grissom removed his shirt. He stood before Sara in only his shorts. Sara took a
moment to admire the view. His chest was solid. His nipples were puckered. He
had a slight belly but Sara admired the goody trail that disappeared into his shorts.
Grissom saw the heat for him burning in her eyes and any residual insecurities he had
withered away. Grissom climbed into bed next to Sara. He lay over her propped on one
elbow. He reached in for a kiss as he snaked his hand around her torso. He pulled her against
him firmly. There was no mistaken how he felt for her. Sara ran her finges along his exposed
torso. She was overjoyed at being able to touch him so freely. She was getting really wet,
really fast. Grissom continued kissing Sara as he groped her breast through the fabic of her
shirt. He pinched her nipple through the fabric of both her shirt and bra.
"Let's get rid of this," Grissom suggested as he pulled her shirt out of her shorts. Sara raised up
and allowed Grissom to remove the shirt completely. "Should this go yet?" He asked as he
fingered a shoulder strap on her white bra. Sara reached around as if to remove the bra.
She was interrupted, "May I please?" Grissom asked.
"Yes," she responded. She couldn't believe Grissom was such an attentive lover. It was like
he wanted to experience the whole situation. All the other guys just wanted to lay down and
do it. This was definitiely new. She wondered if he was always this way or if he was reacting to
her comment at the driving range. Grissom removed the bra and marvelled at the sight before
him. She had the prettiest, perkiest breasts he had ever seen. Grissom had never been
preoccupied with the size of womens' breasts. He was more interested in how they fit the woman.
He didn't like boob jobs they rarely looked natural. Sara's were perfect for her frame. The fell
slightly as you would expect for a woman in her mid thirties but they were beautiful. The nipples
were a dark rosy pink and were so hard he thought they must be painful. He couldn't stop himself
from reaching out to caress her breast. He hefted the slight weight of one breast in his hand as
he thumbed the nipple. The moan that escaped Sara's throat encouraged him to continue. He toyed
with them for a while and enjoyed watching Sara squirm on his sheets. He could smell her now and
he hadn't even started working down there. He couldn't wait to get his fingers wet with her scented
juices. His cock was throbbing but he was patient. Thank God he had 15 years on her.
Grissom dipped his head down and took her nipple into his mouth. He sucked and nipped.
Sara continued to moan and squirm. He continued his orally lovemaking on her breasts as his hand
slid down her flat tummy to bushy brown curls. He massaged her curls for a bit and then forged
onward. Her clit was swollen and protruded out above her lips. She was so soaked her fluid had seeped
out to coat her labia and had ran down her thighs and into the crack of her ass. Grissom dipped one
finger into her tight crevice. He removed the wet digit and smeared the liquid onto her clit in a
circular motion. "I want to taste you, Sara."
"No," Sara nearly jumped off the bed.
"You have a safeword."
"No, I don't want to stop it's just that I want to make love to you and if you do that well, I'm not
multiple orgasmic. I really want you inside of me."
"Are you sure?"
Sara nodded her head to reassure Grissom that she wanted to have him inside of her.
Grissom opened the drawer in the bedside table and reached around for a condom.
Finding one, he sheathed himself and positioned himself on top of Sara.
"Am I too heavy, Is this position okay?"
Sara loved the weight of him. She thought it was the most glorious thing she had ever felt.
"This is absolutely perfect. Better than I ever dreamed."
"Sara I want you to put my dick in you. Will you do that for me? I want you to know that it
was your choice."
"But I want you to know that you have a choice too Grissom."
"I know that it is my choice sweetie, but if it will make you feel better we can do it
together."
"I'd like that," Sara said.
Grissom took her hand and brought it down around his flesh. She pumped it a couple of
times, a little in awe of the fact that she was actually touching Grissom. Grissom closed his hand
over Sara's and together the guided his cock head to her burning center. Together they slid his cock
up and down through her folds a couple of times, finally positioning him firmly at her tight entrance.
Sara looked deep into Gil's eyes and silently pleaded him to take her.
He looked back and said, "Verbally remember."
"Fuck me Gil, Make love to me, Take me,"
Grissom pushed into Sara. All he could think was, 'Sara hasn't fucked much.' She was so tight.
He had taken Sandy Miller's virginity and didn't remember it being this tight. And it certainly
wasn't this wet. No woman had ever been this wet over him. His pubic hair glistened with her
moisture. Grissom was thankful for the condom, because he was already approaching orgasm and he
hadn't even been inside of her for three minutes. Sara wrapped her legs around his torso and pulled him
into her deep. She tensed and wailed out as she clamped her legs around him. He couldn't move.
Grissom held still as Sara came on his cock. She relaxed a bit and looked at him apologetically.
"Sorry, didn't realize it would happen so fast."
"It's okay Sweetie, it was beautiful," he stroked her hair as he soothed her. As Sara relaxed more Grissom
began to rebuild his rhythm. He thrust in and out. Sara pulled her knees up to her chest to allow him a
deeper penetration. He stroked into her a few more times when he felt Sara tighten around him again.
She wailed out his name this time, Grisssssssssuuuuuuuuum, Gilllllllll, It was his undoing. His
balls tightened and then his semen surged forward rushing out of him. His thrusts became frantic and he
was afraid for a moment that he was hurting Sara but then he heard her screaming, "Dear God, coming againg."
Finally they both settled down. Grissom pulled Sara into his chest and kissed her forehead.
"God, Sara, What I've been missing."
"Mmmm," was all she could say.
They lay together for a while neither one wanting to break the silence. Neither one wanting to ask
the questions about where they went next, but both knowing they would have to discuss it eventually.
Sara ever the aggessor in the relationship broke the ice. "Sooo, what's next?"
"Well, I make us dinner and we pick out names for our kids."
"I'm serious, Grissom."
"So am I, oh and you might want to see about getting a promotion or changing shifts. Unless of course we
get married this weekend. Then it wouldn't be interoffice dating, we'd already be hitched."
"Just like that huh?"
"Yep, I've wasted enough of you time. Oh and Greg doesn't have the biggest dick in the lab."
"No? Who does?"
"Hodges"
For once Sara didn't overtalk around Grissom, She was speechless.

End