Free #1 Fan by Andrew Hess Page A

tongue worked feverishly on her sensitive spot. Her grip tightened, her body tensed with her legs wrapped around his head. She placed a pillow over her mouth, but the words screeched through the pillow. “OH SHIT!” Her body shook, before her legs fell limply onto the bed.
                  Evan climbed towards the pillows. His arm snaked around her neck, letting her inch closer to place her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head. He traced a line up and down her shoulder as they drifted off to sleep.
                  The next morning, Evan reached over to the side of the bed where Sara slept. The cool touch of the sheets alarmed him. She’s gone , the mere thought caused him to sit bolt upright, staring at the wrinkled sheets. He jumped out of bed to search for her, for a note, or any sign of where she may have gone.
                  He found his suit pants pressed and resting neatly on a hanger along with the jacket and his shirt. “How the…” He knew his clothes had been left in a ball on the floor and in on the chair. He checked the clock on the nightstand. At eight in the morning, it was too early for the cleaning service to check on him.
                  He found his cell next to the clock. He picked it up and found a voicemail from Kat. “Hey loverboy, hope your date went well last night. I’ll be swinging by your hotel at nine-thirty to pick you up. We’ll get breakfast and discuss today’s itinerary.”
                  Seeing the time, Evan jumped in the shower and started to get ready. The warm jets of water pelted his skin as images of Sara’s body quivering from the touch of just one of his fingers. The night replayed in his mind, with the limo ride home being the most memorable. He remembered the intensity in Sara’s eyes, and couldn’t wait to see it again.
                  A sudden knock at the door stole his attention away from his daydream. Sara! He turned off the water and toweled off in a hurry. Keeping the towel wrapped around his waist, he opened the door to find Kat waiting with her arms folded over her tight navy blue blouse.
                  “Kat, hi. I thought you weren’t coming until nine-thirty.”
                  She looked down, seeing the bulge pressing into the towel. “I guess someone was a little preoccupied this morning to see what time it is.”
                  Evan looked back at the clock. It was a quarter after nine. He spent an hour in the shower thinking about Sara and their night together. “I’m sorry. I guess I lost track of time.”
                  Kat scanned the room. There were no signs of women’s clothes littering the floor, and Evan’s suit was hung up neatly by the closet. “So where is she?”
                  “Who?”
                  “Your date. Did she just leave?”
                  “I don’t know where she went. I woke up and she was gone.”
                  Kat’s eyes lingered on his bulge. “I’m guessing she was that good, if she had that kind of lasting effect.”
                  Evan looked down, finally noticed what Kat was staring at, and shielded himself from her gaze. “Just give me a minute to get dressed.” He grabbed his suit and entered the bathroom.
                  “So how was the date?”
                  “We had a great time. We went to this nice Italian restaurant and had some wine. We came back here to uh talk and fell asleep.”
                  “Yeah, I’m sure you guys had a great discussion last night.” The sarcasm in Kat’s voice was blatant. “So are you planning to ‘talk’ again?”
                  “I don’t know. I mean she’s incredible, but she lives here in Jersey and I-I live out on Long Island. Plus, she left without saying a word this