2020-06-06 - Stuart's Surprise - Stuart, Sajani and Patrick

Stuart Peterson was taking a weekend off. But as was typical of his rare down times he had been given a list of tasks from his loving family. Today’s list involved digging through the crawl space under the stairs and finding the boys bins of wooden trains as well as rifling through Avery’s closet for her Aerial Dance silks. And then of course the subsequent drop offs to the farm and to Chris’s girlfriend Noelle’s apartment because the wooden trains were going to her son Blaze.

He managed to find all the things, two rubbermaid tubs with trains and the big bag of silks. Avery had asked for them, texted him specifically and he was over the moon to do anything for her that would make her happy. He wasn’t sure where she’d hang them up in her camper trailer, maybe from a tree outside? Whatever made her happy. He loaded the lot into the Peterson memorial hearse. He was in summer clothes today, a light short sleeved button up shirt and a pair of baggy cargo shorts with sandals and because of his farm plan, a jaunty little sunhat. Stuart looked like a made for TV movie iconic dad.

As he was about to drive he got a call on his cell phone, which was also his work phone “Peterson Memorials?” He answered without looking at the caller ID “Gurshan, I’ve been meaning to call you...Breakfast? Can we make it a lunch? I have some family errands to run this morning…...wonderful...I’ll see you then.” Stuart started the big beast up and drove off.

Patrick Peterson was having an incredible day off.  Chris had spent the weekend at Noelle’s, enjoying some time with what was unmistakably becoming part of his family life.  That left Patrick with the apartment to himself, and instead of spending the weekend alone, Sajani had come over to keep him company.  The nights lovemaking had him feeling wonderful and the morning had been incredibly … domestic.  A nice, casual breakfast followed by relaxing.

In a show of support for his interests, Sajani had sat with him and watched as he played Splinter Cell: Chaos Theory, one of his favorite games, but one he hadn’t been able to play for a long time.  It was heavy on stealth and many sections of the game could go by with almost no sound whatsoever.  Sajani watched him play while they talked for over an hour, which impressed Patrick.  The things they did for love.  He played Fairy Realm and she watched and helped him through his stealth games.  But, inevitably, Sajani had gotten a bit bored and stood from the couch, saying something about yoga.

Sajani was into Patrick’s gaming for a while. It was actually a good storyline. She was incredibly comfortable with Patrick. She had never imagined it would be this easy and enjoyable to be with a man. Dan had been her only frame of reference until Patrick and even though she though she was smitten with Dan, in some ways it felt like work, like she had to put on something, meet some unspoken expectation. And while there was some pleasure in her experience with Dan, she hadn’t had an orgasm. Her cousin Priya had given her advice about sex that made her think that was actually normal. “There won’t be fireworks right away Sajani. It takes time to build that with someone.”

Except that with Patrick the fireworks were immediate and overwhelmingly beautiful from their first touches. The love they shared and the fireworks had awoken a desire in Sajani she didn’t even know existed. Patrick was her first real boyfriend and lover. Sajani, being a natural researcher, wanted to understand sex in all it’s facets. She wanted to try all the positions. Patrick was very patient and accommodating of course. Sajani quickly discovered she liked some much better than others. Facing each other was a preference because it felt more intimate. She found the energy of him behind her fun but it felt detached and didn’t hit the right angles for her. They played with sound, silence, massage oils, ice...she hated the ice so that was short lived. Sajani was always cold. She needed warmth.Sajani loved the idea of in the shower but quickly realized that standing up sex was precarious and the stop and start factor for condoms and shower sex was kind of annoying. She was no expert yet but she felt much more educated, and again Patrick was VERY patient.

Sajani was subbing an upcoming class for her boss Darlene at the Northern Lights Yoga Studio. She had taught for Darlene before but always the flow clases where it was pretty open ended. This week she had to teach the intermediate students. It was a hard class and Darlene had a following. This group needed to be challenged. Sajani was frankly a little intimidated by it all but also willing to try. She just had to start planning the sequence now. She had brought her yoga props and clothes and went into Patrick’s room to change. It was a warm morning already so she opted for a little cherry pink tank top with a built in bra and her little black yoga tights that were shorts length. She pulled her ponytail lower so she could work freely on headstands and rolled out her mat behind the couch with her little lesson notebook beside her. She drew a series of stick figures in poses and then set down the book and started testing her ideas, beginning with a basic sun salutation sequence, arms up, inhale, swan dive down, exhale. The back of her faced the couch with Patrick playing. Half way up, inhale, exhale plank, arch back cobra, bum and hips up and pressing back downward dog…..

Patrick stalked hallways, shooting out lights as he went, but also seeing movement out of the corner of his eye.  The pink as Sajani and he only looked in her direction for a literal second to see that she was doing something yoga related.  Yoga wasn’t really his thing.  There was something about it that made him sure he would wind up in a perfect square knot from which Reinhardt would have to untie him.  Knowing Logan it would be one of those things Patrick wouldn’t live down in a century.  But he loved watching Sajani contort her body.  He turned his attention back to the game, realizing he’s walked into a wall looking at his girlfriend's butt.  Silently but … he’d been distracted.

Sajani goes through no less than 5 sun salutes. Get everyone nice and warmed up, she thinks. Now time to throw in a challenge. She thinks and then unceremoniously yanks the blanket off the back of the couch “Sorry...just borrowing this for a moment.” She folds it up to give her head a little cushion and sets it at one end of the mat by the couch. Then she goes back into a downward dog but this time folding her hands and engaging her elbows. She kicks her legs up and lets them extend but on her first round loses her balance and her feet come down on the top of the  back of the couch. “Oh come on Sajani…” She chides herself out loud. Then the legs go up again and she holds the position, focussing on her breath and alignment. Her butt faces Patrick and her legs are straight.

Patrick doesn’t run into any wals when Sajani pulls the blanket off of the couch.  “No problem at all.”  he replies and focuses on the game again.  Sort of.  More or less.  Her legs keep trying to distract him and, after a while, he is watching her more than playing.  A muffles shout and his eyes return to the screen to see he’s walked into a room of bad guys and has been killed.  “Oops….”  he murmurs, loading from the last save and vowing to pay attention.

Sajani comes down and ponders if it;s enough challenge. It is for her but is it enough for the likes of Megan Brate? Michelle Kim? India Tor? God that class was so stacked. Headstands AND handstands. Sajani goes forward into a downward dog now on her hands and kicks up. She should probably be at the wall but she can come down on the couch if she needs to and within no time she does. She ends up in a weird sort of bridge pose with her feet on the back of the couch. She can feel the back of Patrick’s shoulder with a toe and she can’t help but caress him with it.

Patrick aims for another light to shoot out and is quietly standing at a door waiting on the right time to enter the shadows when he feels something on his shoulders.  He turns his head and sees a pretty foot on his shoulder.  Bending his head to kiss her ankle, he hears two soft popping noises and doesn’t even have to look to know he’s been killed again.  Setting the controller aside he turns his body in the direction of the foot and can see that her feet and legs are up and slightly open.  Continuing his semi roll, he sits on his knees on the couch, taking hold of both of her ankles.  Caressing one, he moves his lips to the other kissing it, softly, and moving his lips up … or along .. her calf.  Distantly he hears a power saw, which inspires him.    He  makes a sort of “Brrrr” sound, letting Sajani feel his lips vibrate as he nears the back of her knee.

Sajani was about to kick back up when she felt Patrick take hold of her ankles and then he starts kissing her ankles and legs. She trembles when he gets to the back of her knee and gives a happy little gasp. He knew all her buttons now. She lets her lower back drop to the couch now, offering her body to him to do what he wants with. She was addicted to his touch, his kiss, his mouth, body, entire being.

Patrick grins at the gasp and moves his hands as she lowers herself to the back of the couch.  He takes hold of her yoga shorts and peels them off.  Making himself a little more comfortable on the couch cushion, he drops her shorts and bends her knees over his shoulders.  He moves his arms around, kissing her thighs and spreading her lips.  “Sudara…”  he murmurs just before he kisses her clit and then licks softly.  Not as slowly as usual.  He knows her position can’t be the most comfortable, but he can’t resist enjoying her in this way.  Maybe he can make her cum in this position, as it is definitely not one they’ve ever tried before.  Sajani had inspired him.

Sajani can hear some kind of noise outside, a saw maybe? But she doesn’t care. Patrick has removed her clothing from the waist down and just bend her knees over his shoulders. He teases a bit and then sort of dives in faster than before but she moans. God she wants it. He knows her body so well it feels instantly pleasurable. The fireworks, just the little ones going off as she aches for more.

Stuart was in sandals, so on indoor stairs they didn’t make too much noise. He walks up carefully because of carrying the bin and then gently slides the bin down and unlocks the door. The saw whirs away. He opens the door and steps in with the bin and then gets an unexpected eyeful of Patrick and Sajani Singh in a compromised position and lets out a little “Aaah!” as his hand goes over his eyes. Then he backs out of the apartment almost blindly and shuts the door, jogging down the stairs and across the street and up Noelle’s stairs.

Patrick had just gotten it in his head to see how fast he could make the light of his life cum when he heard the key in the lock and the door open.  Backing away, he closed Sajani’s legs and was turning his head, recognizing the cry and seeing a glimpse of his father as the door is quickly and firmly closed.  “Shit!  Dad?”

Sajani’s eyes go wide and she slides herself to the floor and curls in a ball. She had seen a flash of Stuart but was so distracted. Now she curled in a ball sitting with her back to the couch “Oh my god Patrick!” She hides her face, mortified that his father just walked in on them.

Patrick blinks at the closed door.   He effectively vaults the couch and kneels beside her.  “You OK?”  He looks up and around.  Finding the blanket she’d been on, he wraps it around her, almost like a shock blanket. He smiles at her.  “It’s fine.”  he knows she’s mortified.  “It’s okay.  I love you.”  He thinks about going after his father. With a sigh, he holds her.  He isn’t as embarrassed as she is, and he wants to comfort her.

Sajani takes the blanket “I love you too...that wasn’t how I wanted to meet your parents as your girlfriend…” She sighs and has to laugh a little, still embarrassed but nervous laughter. “Do you think your Dad’s ok? I can’t imagine the shock...as a parent….god…”

Patrick blinks.  “Yea … I didn’t imagine it like this, either.”  he also laughs.  “I mean ..  I don’t know … should I talk to him?  I mean I don’t want to leave you alone.”

Sajani shakes her head “I’ll be fine. I’d rather your father at least know we’re not just having some one night stand...or one night headstand…” She cracks a joke at the end revealing she is calming a bit.

Patrick nods and then he cracks up at her joke.  He nods at her.  “I’ll find him.”  he moves to the door and opens it, hoping maybe his father is standing right there.  Then he sees the bin and nods.  “I’ll check Chris’s first.”  he moves into his bedroom and changes into a pair of jeans, followed by a plain shirt.  He is on his way past his dresser when he spots a pack of cinnamon gum.  He takes a piece and pops it into his mouth.  His father had dealt with enough for one day.  Then he heads for the door.  “I’ll be back as soon as I can.  Love you, Sadara.”  he grabs his keys and is out the door on his way to Noelle’s.

Patrick jogs down the stairs and across the street, then up to flights to Noelle’s door.  He knocks, perhaps a bit hard, and waits.