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A Change with Sam

By: JRLover



I met Sam three days before her birthday. At the time this information was nothing to me, and she was just a shadow within the day to day of my life. The school cafeteria was busy the day we met, though I cannot recall exactly why. Some sort of event, one of the many ways my school sought to break from the minutiae of every day and supplement education with fun (in order to promote more education). I felt a tug on my sleeve and found myself being pulled by a stream of friends through the cafe line. I wasn't hungry, but I could always drink. I grabbed a chilled can of soda without thinking and slid it alone the metal line that was reserved for tray placement. My eyes roamed the room on nothing in particular, and even as I moved autonomously through the languid line, I was losing my placement on the when and now.

"Just hold on please," she said. I watched her rummage through the small bag that was slung from one shoulder, but her hand returned from its confines. A fruitless grimace, and she plunged her hands desperately into her pockets.

"Just move the fuck on," one of my friends demanded. I knew the girl then. Sam. I really hardly spoke to her, few people did. I never knew why. Rumors and decisions circle through school for little reason other than to pass the time at the expense of another person. I thought she was pretty enough: a cute smile (when she smiled), sea-green eyes, freckles sprinkled across her nose. She always had her hair up in this sort of half ponytail. It worked for her.

"One moment. I'm sorry, really," she said. The cafeteria worker managing the register was starting to get anxious, I could see him bouncing on the balls of his feet. A body was pressed against my back and I tapped my soda against the counter. 

Sam grunted in embarrassment and frustrated and dove into her bag again. As she turned away form the register, her arm caught the tray of food and slipped it towards the end of the metal counter top. Quicker than anyone could follow, the tray of food slid off into the emptiness of space. It overturned and food spilled out across the the tiled floor. At first no one spoke, and Sam just stared down at the mess in a final resignation of the fate of her day. Then the customary laughter and noise erupted. For a moment I thought she was going to be silly enough to bend down and clean up the food. Sam looked at the cafeteria worker in order to offer a silent apology, and then quickly took off, running towards the double doors that led toward the student quad.

Next in line, I placed my soda on the counter and rolled out a few bills. I stared at the mess, and then toward the receding view of Sam, and then at the employee.

"A slice of cake too please. The chocolate mousse one there," I said. The employee shrugged and nodded, taking my bills and giving me change. "Someone will clean that up," I offered. "Sorry."

I grabbed the small plate, the piece of chocolate mousse cake balancing fat on the sphere of waxed cardboard. Soda in the other hand, I walked out of the cafeteria.

I don't know what made me sit down next to Sam. I could recall all the times we had spoken on one hand and make a fist. There are moments in life where simple desire takes over, and the 'rightness' of a situation makes itself known like a flash of light in the dark. The bit of breeze about the day ruffled my jacket as I sat on the steps of the quad, close enough to the girl so she would know I was a friend, and far enough away as to not disturb her if she wanted me to go. When I opened my can of soda, the metallic pop alerted her to my presence. She stared at me for an uncomfortable moment and then turned back to her focus of nothing. Her eyes were red and puffy from tears.

"I'm sorry about that back there. You looked like you were having a really tough time," I started. She said nothing. "I should have offered to pay. It would've been better than that scene."

I allowed the words to soak into the ether about us, waiting for her to speak. I had another class in fifteen minutes, but it was nothing I couldn't skip. I had left my book bag in the cafeteria, and silently hoped one of my friends had the foresight to grab it after they saw me leave.

"I couldn't take your money," Sam said quietly.

"How about something else instead?" I asked her.

She turned to me then, and I gave her my best smile. Even with the tears she was cute. I held out the plate and the cake, pulling a wrapped plastic fork and knife from my pocket. Sam stared at the dessert and then lifted her eyes to mine, not understanding.

"Why?" she asked suspiciously.

"Because I wanted to," I said. "Go on, it's not a big deal."

"I'm not hungry," she said, taking the cake. She unwrapped the plastic ware and stared at the chocolate treat with the fork poised between the fingers of her right hand. I noticed that on one hand her nails were painted green and on the other, blue. I continued to talk as she sunk the tongs of the fork in the moist chocolate mousse. She put a miniature bite in her mouth and swallowed without chewing.

"You know I'm really not sure why we haven't talked before. You seem pretty cool," I offered.

"You are always with your friends, just like everyone else. I don't know what to say," Sam said.

I nodded. "Yeah. Lately I've wanted to get away. It might be fun to hang out with someone new," I said.

"I suppose we are hanging out now," she sniffed, wiping at her face with the back of her hand. She took another bite. I was starting to get sort of a childlike vibe from her, like she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself in the situation.

"I never see you hanging out with everyone. And you always look exhausted," I said.

"I'm busy. Night job," she said between bites.

"You work after school? I am sort of jealous," I said. "I usually just drink water or soda for lunch. It sort of sucks, but I get by."

"I have to. It's just me and my mom," Sam said. "God, I don't know why I'm telling you this. You have some trick of coercion or something?"

"I'm a good listener. And I bought you chocolate cake. You can pay me with a few words, really," I said with a smile. Sam smiled back.

"Alright, you have me there. Though I didn't ask for this. Who would have known that our school has such great bakers?" she asked.

"There's always surprises in the strangest places," I said. "So tell me about your job. Your parents don't make enough at home that you can't just focus on your studies?"

Sam shook her head. "I wish. It's just my mom and she works doubles. I pull my own weight when I can. Mostly I pay for our meals. I think buying cafeteria food is the largest way I spoil myself," she said.

"And your dad?"

"An asshole. Gone. It's better that way," Sam said, finishing the last bite of her cake. I couldn't believe how quickly she ate or the bites she took. A voracious eater. "Look, why don't we just skip this place for a while. I'm going to be blunt here: I could use a friend. You seem like the type that won't take advantage of trust."

I nodded. "Sure, I'm always up for something different. What did you have in mind?"

She stuck her thumb out and pointed behind her. "I don't live far from here. Its more comfortable than these concrete steps if you want to hang out," she said.

I could hear the catch in her voice. What exactly was this girl asking me? There was a mystery in the situation I wasn't grasping, a subtlety I couldn't catch on to. I knew she was truly just asking me to come hang out and relax, but I could sense the severe anxiety in her. It took some effort for her to offer her home. Sometimes people make the most desperate changes to themselves in order to find comfort. 

We didn't have to walk far to arrive at the front door of Sam's little duplex. She rummaged through her shoulder bag and pulled out her keys quickly, giving me a look that said, "See? Usually I don't have any problems with this thing." I held the door open and she walked inside. I was met with the smells of clean laundry and that stale house scent. It was comforting. Sam threw her bag down in the hallway, near a pile of folded towels. She shrugged as I looked around.

"Not exactly clean. Make yourself comfortable," she said. Her entire posture changed as she enshrined herself in a familiar place.

"I like it. Just like a home should be. I don't think I could trust someone that had an immaculate living space. Serial-killer business there," I said. Sam laughed at that and held up her hands. "I'm good."

She walked into her kitchen and started rifling through her fridge. Sam asked if I wanted anything and I gave a non-committal grunt. I have a habit of immediately rejecting the first measure of polite good will in social situations. I licked my lips and thought about asking for a bottle of water. Instead I walked into their living room and started to look through the pictures on the mantel. Most of them were recent, within the last year or so. Sam and another woman, most likely her mom. Cousins, uncles, aunts. One of Sam holding up some sort of paper, an award of some kind. Then I found a few pictures of the same woman, Sam's mom, and another child that looked just like Sam. Similar facial features, though the boy was much younger. I picked up the photograph and stared of it. The boy in the picture was at least ten years younger. Sam's mom looked younger too.

"Hey Brett, you okay?" she asked, surprising me. I placed the picture back where it was.

"Just being nosy is all. I'm sorry," I said.

She walked up behind me and took a sip from her glass. Orange juice. Sam saw the picture I was looking at and sort of froze, her face taking a disheartened look. There was something in the picture she obviously didn't like.

"I've asked my mom for years to put those away. She has this sort of, fondness, for those photographs. I really hate them," she said.

"Who is this here? Your brother?" I asked her. She turned away and sat on the couch, facing the television set. I sat down beside her, the soft cushions sinking under me. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry."

"Do you ever carry around secrets from your past that just sort of weigh on you? Heavy moments that are your day to day, and you bury them but they still spring up at the worst moments. I think if my mom took those pictures down I would be able to move on. She loves the past too much. She was happier then. I know its the moments that mean much to her, and not the change. Still it just makes me so uncomfortable," Sam said. As she spoke her tone turned to a dull evenness, her words floating about us with an ugly weight. She brushed a bit of hair behind one ear as she spoke.

"Yeah. I mean everyone does. Why, you have something pretty bad?" I asked her.

"Brett. I don't know what it is but I just want to tell you thinks. You are easy to have around. And you are kind. I'm hoping your kindness is real," she said.

I nodded to her. What was I to this girl? What was she to me? Did it matter?

"So my parents had their divorce a few years ago. Well I say that, but I think its been about eleven now. It's been some time. Anyways, I had a really tough childhood. That boy in the picture there with my mom, that's me," Sam said.

I glanced back at the picture, though it was still fresh in my mind. I didn't say anything, just waited for her to continue. 

"I never felt right, the way I was. My mom knew this, and even though it was hard for her to accept she helped me. I used to love to try and dresses and play with dolls. I did boy stuff too. I liked to go on hikes and build forts and such. I really love video games, though I know that's not necessarily a boy thing. Always hated sports. My dad gave me a really hard time," Sam said.

"There was this one bad day, I mean really bad. I can't even remember it all and my mom pretends it didn't happen. My dad was sort of fed up with me. He always forced me to do 'guy bonding' stuff that I didn't want to do. Watch sports and read about cars. Kind of force me to be rough and tumble, and it just made me sick to my stomach. There was one day when I think my behavior just snapped. It was after school, I was home alone. I've always walked home by myself. I was in my room, in front of the big mirror my mom bought me. I wanted to try on one of my dresses, but the day was different. I didn't hear him knock. I was slipping on a pair of panties, and then he was just there. He screamed and yelled and then just started hitting me. I kind of blacked out after that. I was in the hospital for a while," she said.

"Oh my god Sam, I'm so sorry," I told her, putting one hand on her shoulder and squeezing gently. She looked at me and smiled in a pained way. 

"It's a long ago memory now. But yeah, they got a divorce. My mom received this nice settlement from him, and then a few years later my dad just disappeared. We've gotten no money or contact since, and it has made things really hard. My mom works doubles and I work nights after school. We make ends meet, just the two of us," she said. "I changed schools too."

I kept my hand on her shoulder, slipping further into the couch and closer to her.

"I've never told anyone any of this. Well no one but my mom, she knows of course, and the psychiatrist from the hospital. I get check ups sometimes. Most of that settlement, or a lot at least, my mom used it for me. To help me out. Most of it went to surgery. Breast implants. I've always been sort of fair, and I didn't need much else. Hormone treatment or whatever. Life has been hard but I can't tell you how much better I have felt since that day," she said.

"No one at school knows right?" I asked her.

"No. But it has always been hard for me to make friends. I just don't mesh with anyone, and in high school kids don't go out of their way to make friends. You really surprised me today. God I didn't mean to dump so much on you," Sam said.

I slipped my arm around her shoulders and gave her a little squeeze. "It's fine. I wanted to know. You're right, you shouldn't have to share that weight. You can talk to me whenever you want now Sam. Honest," I said.

She smiled up at me, her face red and a few tears slipping out of her eyes. I felt the difference in breathing, and the way that time just slowed, and leaned in. She accepted my kiss full on the lips, and then we kissed again. Against my desires to rush anything, I let my tongue slip into her mouth, and she met me with her own. We kissed soft and slow, my hands moving to her waste and touching her skin where her jacket had slipped up her body. My fingers traced lines across her soft skin as I continued to kiss her. She made a little gasp, and then pulled away.

"Wait. Just wait," she said, pulling back into the couch. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked cuter than before. "You don't know everything."

I touched her side again, drawing my hand slowly across the soft material of her blouse, inside her jacket. "It's okay. Do I need to?" I asked her.

Sam stared deep into my eyes as if weighing my sincerity. Either it wasn't enough or she didn't' see what she wanted to find, because she stood up from the couch and pulled her jacket sleeves down around her wrists. "Thank you Brett. Really, you have no idea. But I just can't right now. I can't. I think you should go," she said.

I nodded and stood, taking one of her hands into mine. I leaned in for a quick kiss and she turned, my kiss landing somewhere on her cheek. I smiled as convincingly as I could, and then walked out her door.

A night, a day, a night, a day, a night. Nothing. I saw Sam at school but she didn't approach me. Once in the hallways I saw her staring at me, deeply, and when I walked towards her she disappeared into the crowds like a gheist.

"Such a strange girl," one of my friends said. The others echoed the sentiment with their laughs and grunts.

"It's her birthday tomorrow," one said.

"Really? How the hell do you know that?" I asked, incredulous. 

"I don't know, I have memory for those things. I've been going to school with her for years. We just don't talk," he said.

I stared after the space that Sam occupied only moments before. I could still remember the way she smelled, just lightly of perfume and deodorant and laundry. I felt like I knew what I needed to do.

I didn't see her at school that day, though I knew she was there. Wanting me but afraid. So I waited through each of my classes, bored and sullen and expectant. I bought a soda from the cafeteria, gathered my things, and walked towards her house. With one parcel under my arm I rang her doorbell. Once, twice. She answered on the third, and tried to act surprised though I knew she could see me through the peep hole in the door. Her hair was wet from a shower, and there was a towel around her shoulders. A baggy shirt and sweats clung damply to her skin, clothes thrown on just for my sake.

"Happy birthday Sam," I said to her, holding out the pink box.

She stared at it, and then at me, her mouth opening and closing as if not finding the words that would work.

"Why Brett? I don't understand you," she said.

"It's cold. Can I come in? You should take your present," I said.

Sam nodded and weighed the moment in her mind, then took the pink box from me and left the door open. I walked in behind her, shrugged off my shoes and jacket, and shut the front door. She walked into the dining room and placed the pink box on the table, one hand on its top.

"Go ahead, it's yours," I said.

She lifted the cardboard lid of the box and stared at the object inside. A chocolate cake stared back at her.

"Hopefully better than the one from the cafeteria. And all yours," I said.

"Brett," she said, staring down at the cake and then back at me. She ran up to me, gave me a quick hug, and then stepped quickly into the kitchen. She returned with two plates, two forks, and a knife. I pulled her chair out for her, letting her sit and planted a soft kiss on the top of her head before she could stop me. I slid the knife into the cake as she said 'Thank you.' I cut her a slice, and then a small one for myself. As I expected she ate the whole large piece and asked for another.

"How old are you today?" I asked her.

Sam blushed. "Nineteen. I was held back one year because of my, um, problem. From the other day," she said, looking back down at her piece and taking a bite.

"Well happy birthday Sam. What do you think of the cake?" I asked her.

"It's amazing. Where did you get it?" she asked me.

"I made it," I replied with a smile.

"You're joking."

"Nope. My dad owns a bakery and I've been helping him since I can remember. I really got into it a few years ago. I baked that cake last night after he closed up. Really," I said.

"Oh my god it's killer. I can't believe this," she said. She looked up at me with her sea-green eyes, hair plastered wetly to her neck and shoulders. Sam looked so different without makeup, and yet I loved how clean she looked, her skin rubbed down to a soft pink from the hot shower. 

"You are the nicest person I've ever met. I just don't even understand. I'm so sorry for the last few days," she said.

I nodded. "It's fine. You needed your space. I was worried about you though. I wanted to be with you," I said. I took her hand, the one absent of a fork. "I really loved kissing you, Sam. The other day."

"I enjoyed it too. I'm really sorry for pushing you out. It's hard for me," she admitted.

"I know. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I just, I really like you," I said.

Sam weighed me again, staring into my eyes. Whatever she saw this time made sense to her, and she put her fork down on her plate with half her slice of chocolate cake still left. My hand in hers, she lead me down the hallway and into a bedroom. There was a single bed, a desk with a laptop, a book case full of novels and textbooks, a television hooked up to a Playstation 2, a single chair. Stacks of folded clothes. Sam went over to her bed and sat down, patting the bed spread with one hand. I sat down next to her, the material soft on the palms of my hands.


A Change with Sam Ch. 02



Sam was in my arms for the first time in two days, and I don't think anything in the world could have broken us apart. She wasn't exaggerating about her shifts after school. We had our last class together, something I had taken for granted all semester. Now she would get up and sprint quickly from the classroom, throwing her books in her shoulder bag and racing home so that she could shower and get to her job at the local grocery. It was actually a nice little place: organic fruits and vegetables, local milk, that sort of thing. I had to grab her shoulder and remind her gently (with a smile, but yes each day) that I could drive her to her house and to her job.

"I can't impose that on you Brett. You have to help your dad at the bakery," she said.

I shrugged. "My dad is relaxed. Besides it's not an every day thing, and nepotism means he understands homework is more important than the business, at least for me. Don't come up with reasons to keep me from a simple kindness Sam," I said with a smile and a laugh. 

She shook her head and smiled, her resolve melting. "You're right. Thank you Brett," she said. So went the last two days. We jogged to my car, I drove her home and waited for her to shower and get her things together. She had sort of a routine down, but I reminded her that since I was driving she had more time (from not walking all the way across town). I saw that bright realization in her eyes, and found myself smiling again. While she took a lengthy and desired shower, I sat cross-legged on the carpet in her room and fingers through her library of Playstation 2 games. I found a copy of Final Fantasy X and her memory card was already in the system, so I decided to check out her files.

Twenty minutes later and she was damp and dressed. When she walked into the room in a green pollo and khakis, I kissed her softly on the lips. She smiled into my kiss and I had to remind myself to close my eyes and not stare at her.

"Something to eat before we go?" she asked. 

"What do you usually make?" I replied.

She shrugged and ran her fingers through her hair, shaking it slightly to dry it further. Her work attire meant she didn't put up her hair in any fancy way, and she opted only for the slightest amount of blush and mascara, no lip balm. Without her makeup she was slightly more boyish, but still incredibly cute. 

"I need a damn haircut," she laughed, walking into the kitchen. "Oh, and I usually just slap together ham and cheese. Is that okay?"

I nodded. "It's fine, I can eat anything. Do you want to get your hair styled?" I asked her.

Sam opened the door to the refrigerator and pulled out mayo, mustard, deli-sliced ham, Swiss cheese. There was some whole-grain bread on the counter top, and I milled around the room until I found two plates. 

"You think I should go to a stylist? I've worn my hair the same way for years now. Just kept it shoulder-length like this. Well, except for the few events I've attended with my mom. My aunt's wedding was a year ago, I had my hair done up for that," she said.

"I think it would look cute. I could always help you with the money end, if that bothers you," I said.

Sam opened the jar of mayo. "You don't need to do that. And I don't need to spend money on that sort of thing right now either. You haven't met my mom yet because she's literally been at work every time you've been here. That's the life we live, Brett," she said. There was no malice in her voice, she was simply stating the fact as it was for her and her mother.

"What's your mom's name?" I asked her.

"Joanna. She has an on-again off-again girlfriend named Alice who comes by sometimes. I haven't seen her in a while though, but I think they are alright. Both of them are busy. Alice is a manager or something, somewhere. I always drift off when my mom talks about her," Sam said with a small laugh. She made up two identical sandwiches and sat them on the plates, then pulled her cell from her pocket.

"Shit. Can you drive me over now Brett? We can take the sandwiches in the car, right? I need to get there early, we are stocking inventory for the spring season," she said.

I nodded and grabbed one plate, stacking it on the other. My jacket and shoes were still on, and I went out and started the car while Sam pulled on her boots and threw on a jacket. I pushed the passenger side door open when she came outside, she sat in the seat and shut the door, and we were off. She had three bites of her sandwich gone before I had taken one. I plugged my phone into the auxiliary cable that connected to my radio. It let me listen to my music through my car speakers, something that I've always loved. One of my favorite artists came on, Brand New. Jesse Lacey crooned about love and loss as we drove down the streets and I narrowly passed through a yellow light.

"Easy!" Sam laughed. She buckled her seat belt and sank back into the seat, her feet planted firmly on the floor of the car.

"You aren't a nervous passenger are you?" I asked with a coy grin.

"I can't remember the last time I was in a car. My mom drives to work but I always walk to school and work. I guess I just don't have enough experience," she said.

"You'll be spending a lot of time in this particular car, Sam. Don't worry," I replied. She squeezed my knee and gave me the most infectious smile before taking a voracious bite of her sandwich. It was gone in two more bites.

It really was only a few blocks away, near the theater and the outdoor mall. Gregory's said a modest sign. I had only ever been to the local grocery a handful of times, and couldn't remember seeing Sam once. I parked the car in front of store and went to let her out, but Sam stopped me with a kiss and touched my hand.

"I'm fine from here. Thanks so much Brett, I'll see you at school," she said.

"Don't be stupid. What time do you get off work?" I asked her.

"Really, it's fine Brett. Go do homework and help your dad. You have physics," she said.

"I'm just going to text you until you tell me if you don't tell me now," I said.

Sam hung her head in defeat, playfully. She winked one eye closed and cocked her head to the side. "Eleven thirty. But Brett-"

"I'll be here at eleven twenty-five. Alright Sam?" I asked her. Her eyes misted slightly and she leaned in to give me a hug. Then she was gone, inside the store, and I was left with Jesse Lacey's vocals and Sam's slight perfume. As I pulled out of the parking lot and headed home, I realized that we had known each other for almost five days, and I didn't know what our relationship was.



That night, and then its emulation in the next. Night three, that was where I wanted to remain forever. Sam in my arms, the two of us laying in her bed and listening to each other breathe. She was off work for the night only, she had to work the next. I had each of my my hands flat on hers, my fingers walking up and down over her own. Her fingernails were still blue on one hand and green on the other, the paint chipped. I always found that somehow endearing. 

Somewhere around fifteen minutes floating in each others existence, she finally broke the silence. Sam rolled her head to the side and kissed my cheek. 

"You're horny," she said. I blushed.

"Uh, yeah. I guess, you are laying on top of me," I said.

"My ass is right there. I think you are teasing me on purpose. I know the game, Brett. You don't have to reposition your package quite that much," she said with a laugh.

It was true, Sam was a different sort of girl. I couldn't pretend in certain areas with her, she knew the life as well. 

"Honestly I am just very relaxed," I said.

"And sporting a semi. Brett thank you so much for driving me to and from work the past few nights. Sorry I kicked you out so quickly," she said.

"Eh, it's fine. Really. I know you had homework to do, and honestly I was tired. I don't know how you stay up so late every night," I said.

"It's just something that I have to do," she said, rolling over onto the soft surface of the comforter. She reached for my belt buckle. I couldn't help it, I tensed up.

"Just relax Brett, really," she said.

"Is your mom going to be home tonight?" I asked her.

She shook her head and pursed her lips. Concentration. My belt buckle gave way with the click of metal, and I felt the tug as Sam unlooped the leather and undid the button of my pants. 

"Tomorrow night, but I work. Why do you ask?" she said. My boxers were suddenly the only thing between me and her. 

"I wanted to know if we could all have dinner together sometime," I said.

Sam stopped. "That doesn't bother you?" she asked.

"Well I'm always a little nervous meeting new people but I do alright. I want you to come over and see my parents sometime as well. My mom has been bugging me about what I've been doing, where I've been. I think she'd be relieved to find out about you," I told her.

"About me? What'd you tell her about me, Brett?" she asked.

Shit. Either I was going to have to make an actual move or I was going to regret it later. What was I so nervous about? Then I looked into Sam's sea-green eyes, I took in the cute shape of her face, her freckles that I could see so much easier without makeup, her short dark hair. How could I be apprehensive about this girl at all? She was perfect.

"I think I haven't said anything about this because I'm sort of afraid of rushing it. I do that sometimes, honestly. I know you don't want to hear about my past exploits right now, but I have a way with taking things in great strides with girls," I told her.

Sam waited with a smile, one hand just inches from the bulge behind the thin material of my boxers. Fuck.

"So. You, me. We are good together you know? I just think..." 

"Think what?" she asked. She was teasing me. That shy, angry girl that I knew at school had melted away into this true person that had her face in my lap. 

"Will you date me, Sam?" I asked her.

"Is that what you want?" she replied.

I nodded. "Definitely. That's what I want," I said.

"Good. That's what I want too Brett," she told me. She put her fingers on the waistband of my boxers and pulled the material just down over my pubic hair, my cock still trapped inside. She kissed my skin. "Because honestly I was already telling myself we were dating."

I smiled at her. "Yes. I feel like I need to bring you another cake," I said.

She laughed, pulling my boxers the rest of the way down, just enough for my cock to spring free. Sam had me good and hard, she had a way with me. I could pull it past her before, I was grinding into her ass on purpose. 

"I love the way it looks. I could get used to this sort of activity," she said, placing her small fist around my cock and stroking slowly a few times. There was a drop of clear liquid where she pulled my foreskin back, and she rolled it around with her thumb.

"Do you want to know a secret? I honestly don't know what I'm doing. I mean, I'm just doing to you what I do to myself. Is that weird?" she asked.

"I don't know the definition of 'weird.' We use it entirely too much on the day to day. You're saying you don't have any experience?" I asked her, sighing as she started to give me even strokes.

"Not really. One boy, a few years ago. A girl too, longer ago. Nothing that I want to talk about right now, and none as important as you. What about your escapades?" she asked me. She picked up the pace with my cock, stroking me with expertise and demand, her touch light and perfected. I couldn't help thinking how much better she was at handling me than the other girls I had been with.

"Uh, I've dated throughout high school. I think six girls? Only a couple serious contenders. Everything else was just fun," I said.

"So you're that sort of guy," Sam said with a smile. The way she was stroking me, I knew I wouldn't be able to hold on for long. Concentrating on our conversation was the only way I was going to keep from cumming too quickly and ruining her amazing touch.

"I have been. When you have an itch, you scratch it. It's not the place my mind is in right now, but I've been there. My mind isn't anywhere but here right now though, Sam. With you. I don't want to be anywhere else," I said.

"You won't be embarrassed to tell your buddies you are dating Weird Sam?" she asked me.

"Nah, I don't play that game. Any of my friends who have a problem with who I date can go fuck themselves. Nobody's business," I said.

"You are so cool," Sam smiled, and did something with her hand and my cock that I still can't accurately describe, and I felt my mind go blank. The first rope of cum landed across Sam's nose for how close she had her face to my cock. She pulled back, laughing hard, and she directed my dick toward my stomach and forced me to finish on my shirt. I wanted to be angry at that, but she was laughing so infectiously that I couldn't help but join in after my breath returned. She wiped my stuff off her face with the back of one hand and sort of stared at it.

"I might as well try it. I mean, I should get used to the taste, right?" she asked me. I shrugged. "It's up to you. I mean I was pretty nasty during our first time," I said.

Her eyes went wide. "That's right! You licked your own cum out of my ass. Jeez. What made you do that?" she asked.

"It was just that moment. I went with what my brain was doing," I said.

"Wow. I can't believe I didn't think about that," she said, and sucked my cum off the palm of her hand. She rubbed the rest of it into her face and winked at me. "It's supposed to be good for your skin, right? Good for my face then."

"What's it taste like?" I asked her.

She shrugged. "It's not bad. Weird. It tastes like you smell. I mean we sort of smell the same, so it's alright. I don't know if I could swallow a whole bunch at once though, if you know what I mean," Sam said.

I nodded. "It's cool, I never expected that," I said.

"My turn right? I mean, if you want," she said, scooting back up the bed as I buttoned my jeans back up and put my belt back into place.

"Sam you go after sex like you eat," I laughed.

She kissed me on the cheek, and I could smell my sex on her face. That alone had me semi-hard again. As she rolled over I slapped her on the ass and she yelped. She pushed me down the bed, first with her hands and then playfully with her stocking feet. I attempted to tickle the bottoms of her feet and she pulled back immediately. I noted the weakness with a grin.

"Okay lady, pants off," I commanded.

Sam shook her head. "That's not how it works! Get up her and pull them off or you get none of this," she said.

She was in sweats again, her way around the house. I didn't mind at all. Baggy shirts and sweats at home, she was all beautiful business at school. Sam was a girl who looked sporty and boyish when lazy; drop dead gorgeous when done-up. That's who I wanted it, it's how I wanted it. Honestly she could be any way she wanted, I was hopelessly attracted to the girl.

I tugged her sweats off her hips. She was sort of a boxy type, and yet her ass was amazing. She still had hips, they were just a little less than what I would've expected from a typical girl. With her sweats in a pile on the floor, I was able to freely gaze at her pink lacy panties and the package that was snugly waiting inside.

"Do you order these special? Or buy them somewhere special?" I asked her, touching the material outside her package. She let out a quick breath.

"My mom orders them for me online, or she has in the past. I'm sure I could get them now. They are modeled like regular panties, there's just more material in the crotch," Sam said.

"I like it. Though I also wouldn't mind if your cock was just sticking out and flat against your stomach," I said. She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Pervert."

"Well I am a boy. I can't help it," I said.

"Shut up and play with this girl's cock," she demanded.

"Yes my lady."

I peeled the panties down her skin, being careful with them now that I knew she couldn't just run down to Wal-Mart and grab another pair that would work the same for her. Her cock was full and hard. I loved the size. Something I would never tell her, but I was sort of glad she was smaller then me. It just cemented the boyfriend and girlfriend scenario farther into my mind. Maybe that made me a little bit of an asshole, but I think everyone is allowed at least one moment of ego weakness. I don't know if I could've handled the cute, short girl in front of me having a seven inch cock compared to my average size. Then again, there was something hot to that too.

I palmed the soft skin, stroking a few times and rolling precum around the head of her cock after pulling the foreskin down slightly. Sam's eyes are closed already and she's making those cute little noises that tell me to keep going. So I do. Before long I have her in the throes, because I know my way around a cock as well as she does. It's like we are pleasing each other so well because of all the years of pleasing ourselves. There's something vaguely romantic in that, but I don't allow myself the moment to concentrate on it. One moment leads into another, and just like our first time together, I'm zoning out and doing something I never thought I would do.

Her cock in my mouth, and she gasps with such happiness that I can't help but cement myself to the decision I've made. I know her eyes have flashed open and she's staring at me, even though my eyes can see nothing more than her soft skin and pubic hair. Sam doesn't say a word, doesn't ask me if it's okay or tell me to stop, and so I keep going. I do this as best I can, keeping my lips over my teeth and liberally rolling my tongue around her cock. I'm so glad that it's small and soft, even fully erect. She's right, it does taste just like it smells. I mean I'd tasted myself more than a few times, even before eating out her ass, and I was alright with it. It turned me on.

My hands were on her thighs and I knew she was close, but I wanted it. I was right there, accepting and willing, and Sam wanted it so badly that she didn't have the heart to push me away. I could feel that just in the connection to her skin. Her fingers were in my hair, tugging at me, pushing me where she wanted me to go, and I could only think this is Sam's cock, there wasn't room for a single other thought. And then she was cumming, her orgasm moving through her and her breathes and moans turning to shouts and curses. My mouth filled with her, and she was right that it was a lot, and yet I gulped it down best I could. It only took a few swallows.

"Fuck, Brett. You're a monster you know that? When did you become so insatiable?" she asked me, panting. Her t-shirt had bundled up around her belly, I could see her cute little belly-button. 

I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. All of a sudden I desperately wanted water.

"I don't know. I just go with my gut with you Sam. It seems to work out alright," I said.

"Damn yes it does. That's the best orgasm I've ever had," she said.

"Well I'm glad I was able to share it with you," I replied.

"You gave it to me, silly," Sam laughed. And I just couldn't deny myself the infection of her laughter, and was right there with her.

"Want something to drink? There's orange juice in the fridge," she offered.

"Actually yes, that'd be fantastic," I said.

She pulled her panties and sweats back on, hopping from her bed and walking out of the room. I walked after her, and before she could open the door of the refrigerator, I pulled her body to mine and wrapped my arms around her. I kissed her softly on the neck and then playfully bit her ear.

"You are just simply a good thing, Sam," I told her.

When she turned to me there were tears in her eyes. "Honestly Brett, I could say the same thing about you. Tell you what, my mom doesn't work Saturday night. Do you want me to see if she wants to have dinner with us?" she asked.




A Change with Sam Ch. 02



"That would be awesome. And we should do some homework before I go home," I told her.

"After we make out," she smiled, and grabbed the orange juice out of the fridge.

"Okay girlfriend," I said.

"Okay boyfriend," she replied.



A Change With Sam Ch. 03



It was Friday night, which meant Sam and I had been wearing our titles of 'boyfriend' and 'girlfriend' like proud soldiers for all of a few days. Tomorrow was when we were supposed to all have dinner together, Sam, Sam's mom Joanna, her girlfriend Alice and I. To be honest, I was nervous. It wasn't the butterflies that had accompanied the last few days with Sam, but an altogether different sort of nervous. I wasn't keen on being introduced to her mom, though honestly I knew little to nothing about the woman aside from the way she kept her small home. Sam and I had spent almost all of our together time exclusively within the confines of her house. I had driven Sam to and from work each night that she needed it, and tonight she was off.

Her tongue was in my mouth, playfully sliding against mine as we furvently kissed. Sam became better and better each day, as if she had been training in some off season. I enjoyed teasing her about it.

"Admit who you are kissing when I'm not around," I said to her, squeezing her sides with my hands. 

She beamed back at me. "Everyone! Boys, girls, everyone. I just have to make sure I'm in top condition for you," she laughed.

"Evil tease. You are lucky I give you kisses at all," I said.

Sam pouted. "Brett, don't pretend like I'm not in control of the kissing situation. I could have you prostrate and begging in a matter of minutes if I wanted to," she replied.

I rolled my eyes in exaggeration. "Okay, lady. You want to see who can go longer without?" I dared her.

She shook her head, her shoulder-length hair bouncing. "Absolutely not. You got me, I lose. What happens now?" she asked.

"Kiss," I spoke, and then acted. I pressed my lips against hers in a gentle crush, and we spent the next few minutes enjoying one another. Her tongue was in my mouth once again, soft and sweet and wet. She tasted lightly of tooth-paste and the Chardonnay we had been drinking for the last hour. Even though I knew money was tight for her and her mom, I was glad they at least kept some cheap bottles of wine in the house. I made a mental note to bring wine to dinner the following night.

When our lips broke I was vaguely reminded that the television was on. I moved to turn it off, and Sam caught my hand. "Wait," she said, watching the box. When Harry Met Sally was playing on some channel I rarely watched. Billy Crystal was explaining to a young Meg Ryan as to why men and women simply couldn't be friends.

"I love this movie, have you ever seen it?" Sam asked me.

"Once, years ago," I confessed. "It wasn't my sort of movie then. You love it huh?" 

Sam nodded, her attention on the television until the scene changed and we were watching a forgettable commercial. "It's one of my favorites. I think its one of the only romantic comedies I've ever seen that doesn't make me squeamish or roll my eyes too much. I also enjoy Love Actually and Garden State," she said.

"Garden State is one of my favorites," I said. "I think I've mentioned that once before, I am forgetful."

"About movies, maybe," Sam said, bringing my hand into her lap. I smiled. "You are pretty attentive about me."

"I try and shower affection when I can. Only to the girls who deserve it," I said.

"This girl doesn't deserve and she gets it. A flaw in your logic?" Sam asked.

"A flaw in your self-esteem, my lady," I replied, kissing her. She pushed her hands down into her lap so that my hand was sitting right above her stiffening cock, the small member making a tent in her sweats.

"And yet I always know what you want. So maybe I'm the attentive one?" I asked, grabbing her sides again and tickling her. Sam squealed.

"I know, I know. But I want what I want. I have to be forceful about that, right?" she asked me as I slid her sweats down and crumpled them up, tossing them onto the couch. She slid down into the pillows lazily, her eyes already taking on that blank gleam that came with arousal. Her panties were black and bulging. Her face was flushed and her cheeks were bright pink as if someone had pinched them, hard. I ran my hand over the material, avoiding her cock purposefully and tracing the skin of her thighs.

"You are terrible," she moaned, her eyes closed. 

"A terrible monster," I said, growling slightly as I slid her panties down and her cock sprang to life. Her four inches fit well into my open hand, and I held the member there as if weighing it, judging it. I slid her foreskin down and admired the deep purple head, the smell, the little ooze of precum as I wrapped my fingers around the head of her cock and squeezed gently. She sighed.

"Terrible, terrible..." she moaned, and sighed, and I knew her mind was gone and I was free to make her feel. I stroked up and down once, then slower, then slower, rubbing the foreskin up and over the head of her cock and then down again. She squirmed once under my touch and then relented, relaxed, let me do what I wanted to do. I laid my cheek on her thigh, my stubble grazing her skin lightly as I continued to stroke.

"That view doing something for you?" Sam asked between breaths. I kissed the skin of her thigh.

"Why?" I asked, continuing my strokes. I was fixated. I desired her orgasm, and yet I needed to tease her. I had found myself completely enraptured with Sam, and I think she knew this.

"Whatever you are doing feels better. You changed your touch when you laid your head there," she breathed.

"I'm just comfortable. You ready to cum yet?" I asked her.

Sam closed her eyes hard and managed a pleasured little smile. "I'm not gonna. You have to make me," she demanded.

I continued to stroke, alternating the rhythm and speed, slightly twisting the foreskin around the head of her cock, pulling back and tugging lightly, and then I began to stroke furiously the way I often would when I was pleasuring myself alone. Lately I had been doing that less and less, saving myself for Sam so we could have more pleasure from each other. Sam's eyes flashed open and she breathlessly demanded that I keep going, fast and faster, and I stroked her cock until I felt the build of her orgasm, and then she was there, a white rope of cum on her blouse, and another, until she was spent.

While she lay her head back on the couch and closed her eyes, I jumped up and jogged into her bedroom, coming back with a new blouse. When I returned she had her eyes open and was smiling at me. I lifted her shirt up and over her head, revealing a simple black bra beneath, and then tugged the clean blouse over her head. I kissed her on the cheek and walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard over the sink and pouring myself a liberal glass of water. I added ice, and then returned to the living room after taking a gulp. I gave the sweating glass to Sam and she downed the rest of it with little difficulty.

"What now?" she asked me with a mischievous grin.

"More kissing?" I ventured. Sam shrugged.

"You don't want anything?" she asked me.

I considered this. "I'm kind of hungry. Can we just lay on the couch and watch the rest of this movie?" I asked her. By this time Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan were walking through a park that was painted the beautiful gold and bronze of fall.

Sam nodded. "Whatever my boyfriend wants. How about you lay down and I go grab you something? Don't forget to turn the sound back on," she said, and waltzed into the kitchen. I heard her messing around with some utensils and plates, and the fridge door opened and closed, and then: "Turn the sound up!" 

I complied with the demand of my girlfriend, and as the sound rose I found myself becoming enraptured with the movie. Maybe I was just comfortable on that couch, or just the rhythm of the television set backed by Sam's little noises, or maybe I was just finding myself comfortable with my life. I couldn't recall any of my previous relationships being so relaxed. Usually I found myself with the emotionally needy, or the emotionally gone. Sam was neither and yet she had endured more than any of the others. It truly was up to the person, and not the situation. She was more, and I was more with her.

Sam brought out two plates, each containing a sandwich stacked with such an array of meat and vegetables that I was afraid there was nothing left in her fridge. I made a mental note to add a few items to their fridge, alongside my note to bring wine to dinner. I didn't yet know Sam's mom Joanna, but I had a feeling she wouldn't be too suspicious if I snuck a loaf of bread, or cheese, or a head of lettuce into their meager belongings. I took a bite of the sandwich as Sam positioned herself next to me, watching the television as a pickle slipped from the slices of bread and onto my plate. Same had half the sandwich gone before she bothered speaking to me.

"Do you have homework? I should've asked you before," Sam said.

I shook my head and chewed and swallowed. "No, the little I had I finished during free period earlier today. You have anything?" I asked.

Sam shrugged. "Just some reading. It's not a big deal, I can bust that out before I go to sleep. After you leave," she said, taking another bite. I nodded and returned to the screen. We watched the movie in near silence (Sam had cute little noises reserved for her favorite moments) until it was almost over. Billy Crystal made a very romantic and impassioned speech to Meg Ryan on New Year's Eve, and too my surprised delight, they ended up together. Roll credits.

"What did you think?" Sam asked me. I turned and kissed her cheek and she smiled. 

"I thought it was great! Maybe my aversion to romantic comedies is because of the lack of When Harry Met Sallys?" I asked.

Sam nodded. "I think so. We could watch Moulin Rouge next, or Love Actually," she ventured.

I checked my phone. It was a quarter to ten.

"I should probably go home in the next forty-five minutes or so, my parents will worry if I stay out too late," I said. 

Sam deftly managed to toss her plate onto the end table near the couch and grab my cock in the same fluid motion. I hadn't even realized I was hard, maybe it was Sam's touch that sprang me to life. She felt me through the denim of my jeans and gave me a smile.

"You aren't going to watch such a romantic movie with a shy young girl and not let her have her way with you, are you?" she asked me.

I laughed. "Shy young girl? Sure. Okay. Must be a different Sam that I know. A different girlfriend, perhaps?" I said this, pushing my plate to the end table with still half a sandwich left. 

"I want," Sam said.

"You want?"

She gave me the eyes. "I want," she said.

Oh.

"Should we move to your bedroom?" I asked her. Sam shook her head and her hair bounced around prettily. The channel had started up another movie, something with Ben Stiller. I muted it.

"Only to get condoms and lube. My mom won't be home until midnight. Can you manage a quickie on your girlfriend?" Sam asked me. I nodded. I could manage. "Then go."

I was off like the start of a race. I stumbled into her bedroom and found the hidden spot where she kept the condoms I had bought and the lube she was familiar with. Our first time we had managed without them, but since that time we had agreed it would be better to be on the safe side, no matter what. When I returned to the living room I saw that Sam had laid a blanket down on the couch and had already taken off her blouse and her bra, freeing her small gorgeous breasts to swing freely as she flitted about. Her nipples were pink and erect, and I felt myself grow harder because of the sight of them.

Sam laid back on the couch as I set the wrapped condoms and the lube at the base of the couch, and reached for my belt. She stripped off her sweats and her panties, and I was staring at the beautiful naked body of my Sam. Her small cock was only semi erect and almost pink, standing apart from her smooth ivory skin. Her pubes were shaved back into a strip, a dark outline for her sex. She lay back on the couch, on top of the blanket, finding a comfortable spot and then spread her legs wide. I removed my shirt, jeans, socks, and boxers, laying them on a pile on the floor. Sam saw my hardened cock and licked her lips, smiling wide at me. 

I tore the wrapper of the condom with my teeth and rolled the item up my member, turning my cock into some frighteningly bright purple object. Sam stared at me lustfully as I placed a hand on each of her knees and repositioned her on the couch. She offered herself up to me and held her hardened cock back to her belly. Her ass was beautiful and clean from the shower she had taken only hours previous, and her ass hole was a crinkled pink star. I took the bottle of lube and placed a dollop in the palm of one hand, rubbing my hands together until they were soft. Then I took a little more and pressed it to her ass, causing her to shiver and squirm a little bit. 

"You asked for a quickie," I said.

"Yes, but you still have to be nice to me!" Sam retorted.

She was right, and yet relaxed and horny, so it only took me a minute or two to get my finger comfortably in her ass. I inserted a second digit, pumping them in and out of her ass until I thought she was comfortable enough. Sam clenched her muscles on my finger to signal her readiness, and so I sat back on the couch and rubbed a bit of the lube up and down my wrapped cock. I had a hand on the side of her hips now, almost under her ass, and I slowly inserted by cock into her. There was a little resistance at first, but not much, and after the head of my cock popped in I smoothly guided myself all the way to the hilt. This was met by moans and sighs and grunts from Sam as she accommodated me, and after a few moments of discomfort I could see the change of pleasure on her face.

Sam nodded and exhaled and so I pumped slowly, increasing the pace along with the little vocal cues she gave me. Sam was pumping her own cock passionately, watching me and my ministrations, her eyes moving from my gaze, to my cock in her ass, to her cock, to my chest, and all the way back again. Her little grunts and groans and sighs filled me as I filled her, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer as she tightened herself around me. She could feel it too, and she began to meet my thrusts while stroking her own cock. She let out a little cry as she came, her cock spurting onto her lower belly in several little white ropes.

It was only another minute or so before I was there with her, and I felt the build up come and tried to last as long as I could. Sam squeezed her rectal muscles around my cock and I lost control, my orgasm moving through me as I collapsed onto her and her breasts squeezed soft and warm against my chest. I could feel her nipples on my skin as my cock emptied inside Sam, inside the condom wrapped around my cock that was inside of her. She could feel the warmth spread inside even as it was trapped there, and a smile spread across her tired face. Perspiration dotted her forehead and she breathed deeply through her nose as she tried to gather herself. I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed we still had about fifteen minutes from when I said I had to leave.

We lay in each others arms until my cock was soft enough to fall out of her ass. I grabbed myself around the condom so that it wouldn't spill onto the couch, tying the little baggie off and walking into the bathroom that was right across from Sam's bedroom. I tossed the condom in the toilet and turned toward the sink, throwing some water on my face before returning to the living room. My cock had returned to its flaccid state, and for a small moment I wonder if it bothered Sam that my cock was so small when it shrunk down, or if she even cared at all. I couldn't recall ever being comfortable with a girl when I wasn't fucking her, and that strange little thought caused a smile to spread across my face, the face of the reflected man in the mirror.

"Hey," Sam breathed, still on the couch with her legs spread apart. Her ass hole was puckered and red, and she was still stroking her cock which was semi-hard. The cum was still in ropes on her belly, and she was holding one breast with the other hand.

"You're still horny huh?" I asked. To be honest I was spent, but I would keep going for Sam if she wanted it. Her libido was just another sort of appetite for her.

"A bit. Brett will you just snuggle here with me for a while until you have to leave? You still have a few minutes," she said.

School be damned, I did want to hold this girl in my arms as long as I could. I snuggled into the couch until I could find a comfortable spot, and we ended up in a position facing each other and holding each other, our cocks meeting in the middle and trapped between us. It was different, but felt wonderful. Sam wiggled around until we were looking in each others eyes. I brushed a length of hair away and gave her a little kiss on the lips. She kissed me back, and we held each other that way for a time. 

"I have to go," I said.

"No you don't," Sam replied.

I squirmed and she giggled, I pinched her sides and kissed her lips and pretended to really struggle until she let me go. When I had my pants on and I was buckling my belt, she finally spoke. I think she enjoyed watching me dress.

"You nervous about tomorrow?" she asked.

I shrugged, and then tugged my shirt over my head. "A little. I was planning on bringing enough wine to make sure everyone was properly lubricated against awkwardness," I replied.

"Don't spend too much money. It will hurt my mom's feelings. She's weird like that."

"I figured that would be the case. Don't worry, you can buy enough wine to get four people drunk and keep it under $20, you just have to know where to go. Lucky for you, your boyfriend is a lover of cheap wines," I said.

"Fine. So then you really are leaving me," Sam pouted as she spoke.

"Until tomorrow. And then we will spend the whole day together. Maybe I can make you relax before dinner?" I said, smiling.

Sam nodded. "You better keep your phone with you, and I better see you after school," she said.

"Not at lunch?"

"I have to do homework now. I won't be able to do it before bed," she said sheepishly.

I laughed and found my jacket at the door. "Cover up before your mom gets home," I said.

Sam sat up abruptly and started gathering the dinner plates and her clothes, wrapping the blanket around herself. "I still have an hour. I'm going to take a shower and then go to bed. My ass is a little sore," she said with a wink.

I felt myself growing hard again as I shut the front door behind me and headed toward my car.

School passed the next day almost without incident. I had been ignoring my friends lately because of the dirty looks and passive-aggressive comments, and their single-minded opinions did nothing for me. This was high school, and one day would often bleed into the next. We only had one semester left, and it would be apparent rather quickly who was my true friend and who wasn't. Each person became a shadow, a wraith in the halls, and Sam was the single bright spot I focused on. My grades remained above average and my college applications were out. I was working four afternoons a week at my father's bakery and I allowed my mom to fuss over me just enough to make her feel like she was involved in my life. All in all, I was able to take care of myself.

Sam was rather different, and I didn't mind focusing more on her well-being than my own. In fact, that was often the way I went about my relationships, though most girls I had dated ended up crushing me in the end because I gave too much. So far Sam seemed like the perfect girl because while she was rather fun and adventurous, she had enough damage in her past to not take advantage of me or push me aside thinking that the next 'bigger and better' was just around the corner. I didn't have to worry about losing her when I was holding her in my arms, and each small kiss seemed to solidify the moments.




A Change With Sam Ch. 03



It was a quarter to three before I knew it, and I broke my trance to see my Government teacher glaring down at me. The ring of the bell was my safety net, and I broke into the hallway among a rowing throng of smashing bodies before anyone could catch me to talk. I knew Sam was on the other side of the school at that moment, getting out of class. We each had one more before the day ended for good, yet I was already contemplating skipping so that I could get a few things done. The way I saw it, if I used the next forty-five minutes to quickly get to the store and back I would be able to do some shopping without bothering Sam with it, and we could focus on cleaning up her house and getting ready for dinner. Her mother would be home at four, and her girlfriend Alicia was supposed to swing by a little after six.

I was pushing through the front doors of the school before the next bell rang, my satchel banging against my hip with the weight of my books. I found my car in the parking lot, slid my key into the door, unlocked it, through it open, tossed my satchel into the passengers seat, and was pealing out of the lot before the door was shut. If Sam was with me she would've been asking me what the hurry was, and honestly I wasn't so sure. The entire day was putting me on edge, I couldn't recall a time when I was so constantly excited. I was nervous about meeting her mom, and her mom's girlfriend, but I was also a little nervous to see Sam. Every day I was nervous to see her again. She did things to me.

I pulled into the parking lot of one of the local groceries (but not the one Sam worked at). I stepped through the automatic sliding glass doors and made my way straight to the wines. I wasn't sure what her mom was into, but I knew what I liked, and that seemed like the best bet. I grabbed a Chardonnay and a Merlot, both from California, and took off down the other aisles. I tried to remember what it was that Sam and I had snacked on the few nights we had been at her house. A loaf of bread, a loaf of cheese, some yogurt, a few fruits and vegetables. It didn't take long for me to throw everything in the basket and make a determined line for the cash registers.

And that's when I saw Janet.

For some reason I knew, I knew that she worked at this store and I had known for some time. Why wasn't she at school? I looked around for another open register. It was slow yet in the store, and they only needed the one, and Janet stood there like some passive guardian just waiting to stare me down while I fumbled for the cash to pay for my goods. It would have to be that way, and I silently sulked as I dropped my basket on the little conveyer belt that moved each customer's product towards the inevitability of payment.

"Brett," she said coolly, as if we had seen each other only hours earlier and not months. "You look well."

"Hey, uh, Janet. Yes. You aren't at school?" I asked, then mentally I kicked myself. Why was I engaging in conversation with my ex?

"No, I can't afford to waste my time there. You know how it is Brett, or have you forgotten?"

I hadn't forgotten, I knew about Janet's home life. I knew she emancipated at sixteen and was abused by former boyfriends. Yet at that moment all I could think about was escaping from her with my skin intact. Janet always had a way of dissecting me, especially when I didn't want it. I handed over a few crumpled bills and she gave me my two grocery bags and change.

"Looks like you are going to have a nice night with Sam. Enjoy yourself," she said icily. I wondered what it was that she wasn't saying, what was it that she knew? I convinced myself it didn't matter, and left the store, heading towards my car.

Sam was there on the steps of the school when I arrived, and I realized that I had overshot myself by about ten minutes. She slid into the passenger's seat and threw her bag in the back. She was wearing a pale blue blouse, a skirt that went down to her knees, and tights. It was the sort of outfit she wore on days where she felt especially brave, or especially pretty. I kissed her and told her she was beautiful and she returned a pout.

"Why did you go to the store without me?" she asked.

Oh.

"I wanted to get a few things off my list without having to drag you along. I figured we'd have more time to clean up the house before your mom gets home and maybe start on dinner?" I said.

Sam weighed my answer while staring into my eyes. She rifled through the bags of groceries and sighed. "You bought us food, didn't you?" she asked.

I shrugged. "It's not a big deal. I just bought what I ate over the last few weeks. And some wine, for dinner," I said. "A few things I like."

"You didn't have to do that," she said in a small voice. I couldn't tell if she was hurt or not, and she looked away. I decided not to tell her about Janet in that moment, it wasn't a big enough deal. Sam and I had never fought before. Was it possible that I underestimated her sensitivity concerning their financial trouble? I was honestly just trying to be kind. Shit. I knew I should've just hidden the food items from her.

We drove the five minutes to her house in silence, and when I pulled up the street and turned off the car, Sam turned back and stared at me. Her eyes were watery and she had the slightest frown on her face. She was wearing a pale pink lipstick and had used moderate make-up that day.

"I don't want to fight, Brett. Can we just not fight? I won't be upset with you anymore, I promise. Thank you for the food," she said, and opened her door and exited the car.

I was bewildered. I grabbed the three bags of groceries and followed her into the house. She opened and closed the door, removed her shoes, and grabbed a bag from me. We walked into the kitchen and I sat the bottles of wine on the countertop. Sam started putting things away on the counters, in cupboards, into the refrigerator. She was holding the loaf of cheese when she turned around abruptly and kissed me.

"I'm difficult," she admitted.

"No," I said.

"I am. I don't mean to be. I have more issues than a normal girl, don't I?" she asked.

I thought back to Janet and shook my head. "Definitely not. I like you the way you are, Sam," I replied. "You are being a little silly."

She nodded. "I am, aren't I?" she said. Glancing at the ticking clock mounted on the wall above the sink, she took me into her arms and breathed in my cologne. "It's not even three yet."

"Your mother gets home around four. We have to clean this place up," I told her.

She was on her knees in front of me quicker than I could stop her, her hands on my belt, her nimble fingers unbuckling the clasp and lowering my zipper. With experience that belayed more than the few weeks we had been together, she had my cock out of my boxers and semi-hard. She began stroking in earnest, desperate to please me. I put a hand on her cheek and she looked up at me.

"It's okay Sam. I'm fine. See my smile? I'm fine," I told her.

She nodded, finally believing me. Her hand stayed wrapped firmly around my cock as if it was her anchor to peace and happiness, and once I could hear the clock ticking again she resumed stroking me. I glanced around, suddenly fearful of doing things in the daylight, but I could not stop Sam's desires. She had a way of always getting what she wanted with me. I just didn't have the heart to stop her, and with her small and clammy hand on my cock, I didn't have the willpower. Her skin was always a little cooler than mine, and it felt fantastic wrapped around my member.

Then I felt moist, warm breath and the softness of her lips. Her tongue licking up and down the shaft, the head, and her other hand cupping my testicles inside my boxers. She bobbed with rhythm on my cock, taking most of it into her mouth while one hand stroked me and the other played with me. Sam had a frantic, inexperienced way of moving her tongue while giving me head that I loved. Frankly I was in love with what she did not know, I was in love with watched her learn, with feeling her explore me. And yet she knew so much about my body and my desires already. What I wanted was what she wanted. She knew what to give a cock to make it happy, she just mirrored her own desires. 

I had my two hands gripping the counter, anchoring myself to the counter and she desperately pleasured me. She wasn't doing this for foreplay, I could feel her desire for me to cum. We had both decided that we didn't mine the taste of cum and we wanted each other to feel release, so I didn't have to worn her of my impending orgasm anymore if I didn't want to. Sometimes she enjoyed the mystery, the unexpected flood of taste and warmth and sensation. Usually she could tell it was going to happen, though. The cock tenses up right before release, and I had a habit of making little noises that Sam found adorable. My grip intensified as Sam continued to lick, suck, and stroke me, and I groaned as I neared that fine moment.

Sam bobbed faster, stroking the base of my cock and firmly (but gently knowingly) gripped my testicles in her hand. I let out a moan as I felt myself cum, my orgasm built strongly. I felt the force of it, knew it was going to be a lot of cum, and put my hands on her face. She shook her head imperceptibly and latched on with her mouth, and I watched her cheeks work in and out as she sucked me, swallowed me, and didn't let a single drop of my semen leave her lips. After what seemed an eternity she swallowed for good, wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and stood up. I kissed her immediately, tasting myself, sticking my tongue into her mouth and letting our two tongues dance with each other. She grabbed my ass with her free hand and I could feel the hardness of her cock press against me through my layer of denim and her silky tights.

"Your turn?" I breathed into her hair.

"No. We have to clean up, remember? We only have about an hour. That was for you Brett, it was just for you," she said to me, and I hugged her tightly, never wanting to let go.

We cleaned up the house quickly, and it wasn't as bad as I expected. Her house was the sort of messy that was only surface-deep. Blankets and clothes thrown about, dusty furniture, the need for vacuuming. It really only took us about forty-five minutes to put everything in order, and then we were holding each other in her bed. It was ten minutes to four. I had my hand down her pants, more of a comfort than a sexual signal. Her cock was soft and small, and I rolled the spongy skin around in my fingers, stretched her foreskin, pinched the head of her cock between my thumb and forefinger. Sam just stared into my face as I played, and after she became hard I took my hand out of her tights. My fingers smelled strongly of her sex.

"You're a cock tease," Sam told me lustily.

"Among many things. I'm a Sam tease," I said.

She kissed me and rolled on top of me so that we were laying stomach to stomach, cock to cock. I put one hand on her ass, underneath the skirt and over her tights.

"My mother will be home in a few minutes. We should be presentable," she said.

"I wish to fuck you, my lady," I replied.

"That is not being presentable."

"Should we be in the living room when she gets here?" I asked.

Sam shook her head slightly. "No. She's actually quite open and understanding about sex, about couples. She doesn't mind as long as we leave my bedroom door open," she said.

"Oh, so she just wants to be able to hear us make love?" I asked. Sam hit me playfully and then stuck a strand of hair behind one ear. Her eyes were gorgeous. She rolled out of my reach.

"Maybe we should be waiting for her when she gets here? I don't know. I wish I was more relaxed," Sam said.

I heard the telltale noises of the door opening and closing, of rustling in the hallway. Sam squeezed my arm and then bounded off the bed, walking barefoot out of the room and down the hallway. "Mom?"

"Hey sweetie," answered a tired voice. I followed Sam, turning the corner into the hallway and coming face to face with a tall, dark haired woman. Sam's mother was quite gorgeous, and she smiled tiredly when she spotted me. She had shoulder-length brown (almost black) hair, bright green eyes, and smiled a toothy white grin. She wore very little makeup and yet was obviously attractive. I could see a few of Sam's features in her face. Sam's mother was womanly, shapely. Joanna was defined by her hips and her breasts, at first glance.

"It's nice to meet you," she said. Joanna held out a hand. Her fingernails were painted a dark red and there was a bracelet around her wrist.

"You too, ma'am," I said, suddenly nervous. Sam giggled, enjoying the show of me losing my suave sereneness for a moment.

"Just call me Joanna, hun. Please," she said with a smile.

"Uh, then just call me Brett," I returned her smile.

"Very good. So what are you two young people doing on this nice afternoon? Did you enjoy the day off?" she asked us.

Sam shook her head. "No, we had school today remember mom? We had to make up for all the snow days this year," she said.

Joanna frowned. "School on a Saturday. Detestable. Well I hope you are being a good influence on my daughter here, Brett," she said.

I nodded. "Of course. We hardly do anything but study together," I replied. Joanna caught the sarcasm in my voice and laughed.

"What are we having for dinner, mom?" Sam asked.

"Oh I figured we would have lasagna since Alice is coming by. I brought some crusty sourdough bread and mixed up some garlic butter before work this morning. It really won't take long to put everything together," said Joanna.

"Can we help you?" I asked her.

Joanna made a point of looking around the house, and then returning my gaze. "Seems to me you two have already spent some time cleaning up the place. Why don't you just relax? It's not often that my Sam here has a cute boy to pal around with. We still have a couple of hours before Alice will stroll in here, and if I know her she's going to be late," she said, walking into the kitchen. She spotted the two wine bottles and thanked me, touching the Merlot and ignoring the Chardonnay.

I followed Sam back to her room, and as we slid into each others arms on the bed I could hear her mom fussing around in the kitchen. I slid my hand down into Sam's tights, and she slid hers into my jeans.

"She seems nice," I admitted. Sam cave my cock a gentle squeeze.

"Yes. I don't see her as much as I'd like as she's often frazzled or worn out from work. I think you being here and us having dinner with Alice has lifted her spirits some. We should be in for a nice dinner," Sam said. I could hear the relaxation in her voice, the giving up of expectation, the melting of anxiety. I palmed her little cock, stroking it under her tights and panties, and then gave it a squeeze. Sam turned over and pulled my zipper down, freeing my cock.

"Mine again," she said.

"But your mom..." I said, staring out the door into the hallway. It was open about a foot. Sam was already stroking me in earnest, and I was losing my ability to stop her. It felt amazing, as it always did, and I closed my eyes as I let her work my cock. I began to lose all sense of time and placement, and only made enough noise to assure Sam I had not fallen asleep. I didn't know how much time had passed by when I felt a different presence, and I opened my eyes to see Sam's mom Joanna watching me from the hallway. Sam was still turned around, facing my chest and away from the door, stroking my cock and kissing my belly. Joanna locked her eyes with mine for just a moment, smiled, and then moved away from the door.

I had a feeling that dinner, if not the rest of my life, was going to be interesting.



A Change with Sam Ch. 04



 Note: I've read all the feedback and taken into consideration some of the comments made. Thank you all so much for enjoying this piece, it's really fun for me to write. I've never been with a lady like Sam, so anyone who has some criticism or constructive ideas to add to the story, feel free to let me know. 

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My cock was in Sam's mouth when I heard the front door open and close. I've always had a pretty good sense of hearing, no idea why. It hasn't helped me much except for these awkward situations where I am about to have dinner with my girlfriend's mother and her own girlfriend, while receiving a blowjob from my said girlfriend. My paranoia and pleasure had reached an equivalent plateau, though after Sam's mother Joanna had looked in on us from the just-barely-open door to Sam's room, my heart had raced a little faster. I didn't know if I should be embarrassed or grateful. Maybe she was just happy that Sam was with someone.

Sam's tongue broke my train of thought and I looked down to see her fully concentrated and earnest. I wrapped a length of her dark hair up in my wrist and began to pump her head to and from the base of my cock. I felt her tongue working my shaft, licking all about. Her hot little muscle wanted me to cum, I could feel it, and she would back off ever so slightly with her lips just barely on the head of my cock only to slide the large flat of her tongue fully around my cock. Then she would dive back in, burying my penis down her throat, driving me wild. 

Whenever I had my hands in her hair I would always have the urge to bring my fingers to my face and smell that delicious coconut shampoo she used on her almost untamed mess. I couldn't tease her about getting a haircut when her gorgeous mop made for such wonderful reigns while she sucked on my cock. When Sam really got into the action she would make all sorts of ridiculous, silly grunts and slurping sounds. To be honest it just drove me closer to the edge, that she was willing to work so hard just to bring me pleasure.

There, that was it. I could feel the pressure mounting, and the warm moist hold that her mouth had over my cock could only last me so long. I tapped her twice on the shoulder, our new sign for 'I'm very, very close' if one of us was too far gone in pleasure to actually mouth the words. I was doing my best to be quiet, though I could have shouted if the house was clear of company. When I felt myself really going, I leaned over Sam and moaned into her ass, which she was nice enough to stick up into the air for me so that I had a little cushion.

I felt the first release go, and knew that the stream of cum going down her throat would be a tough one to swallow. I felt her gulping in her earnest, fierce way, and after the second modest ejaculation and the third tiny spend, I was gone and she was extracting her lips slowly from my member.

"You sure were excited tonight," Sam said with a little chuckle. She licked her lips and rotated her jaw. I finally was able to understand how sore a blowjob could make you. There sure was a lot of work put into it to make for a good one.

"I couldn't help it. I feel like you were trying to suck the life out of me," I said, sitting back up and then relaxing against the headboard of her bed. I thumbed a small bit of cum off the side of her mouth, then inserted the tip of my thumb into her mouth where she sucked on it. 

"Kiss me," she said, and I obliged. I made it a point to give Sam whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. I had no reason to deny her, and she was so cute, I couldn't resist. She tasted like my cum and the little bit of lip balm that was left after such a voracious blowjob. 

"C'mon Brett, kiss me," she demanded during the small pause between our meeting lips. When I dove back into her, my tongue danced its way past her teeth and across her own slippery tongue, where the muskiness of my orgasm's result met me, and Sam did not let me go until I fully experienced her passion.

"Good. Where are you right now?" she asked me.

"I guess I'm just thinking about dinner. I think your mom's friend is here," I said.

"Yeah, Alice. They'll be in her room for a hot minute before we all come out for dinner. Trust me, mom will call," Sam said.

"What's she like?" I asked.

"Alice? She's bubbly. I mean she offsets my mom's tired moods pretty well. They've had sort of a rocky history but I have a feeling a lot of it has to do with my mom's past. She doesn't trust people easily and only came to terms with wanting women a few years ago. She moves at a snail's pace," Sam said.

I slipped my hand down the soft skin of her waist, under the band of her panties and grabbed her stiffening cock. I had grown an obsessive love for how Sam's penis fit so well into my palm, as if it belong there. When she was flaccid, her cock was only about an inch long. It was a pouty little thing, though I found it endearing was glad she had her foreskin. When her cock hardened it was four inches and thick, plenty to grab on to and stroke or suck on. What I was nervous about, even though we had not spoken of it, was taking her cock in my ass. Without discussing it once, I knew that it was something Sam wanted. She just had that fire in her. I knew she would take control if given even the slightest opportunity.

"Careful there buddy. Don't start something you can't finish," she said.

"I am so glad we don't have school tomorrow. Making up that snow day was awful enough. I feel like the week went on forever," I said.

"I'm just exhausted. What are we going to do tomorrow?" she asked.

"You don't have work?" 

"Later. So what should we do? I feel like a real date might be in order," Sam said with a smile.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked her.

"I don't know. Food, definitely. Burgers? Maybe?" she asked.

"So you want to do the entire old-fashioned romp? Movie and a walk and hand-holding and food and declarations of silly, terrible love?" I asked her.

Sam slid her hand up my arm and then stopped, her fingers locking. She looked into my eyes. "Love?" she asked quietly.

Had I spoken too quickly? I was just bantering, but maybe I had crossed the line with that. Was it okay to joke about loving Sam? Would I hurt her? My mind reeled from the stupidity. I thought of her past, of her dad and her time in schools and working and her mother. 

"I'm sorry Sam, I didn't mean to say something stupid. Honest," I said.

She sat up. "It's not that. Forget it," she waved her hand.

"Sam! Boyfriend! Dinner!" Joanna called from the recesses of the house. Sam jumped up from the bed, skirted her sweats and blouse for nicer clothes that she had laid out earlier, and took my hand. 

"Don't worry Brett, it's past, let's just go have a good evening, okay?" she said.

I nodded, but I could feel a pit sinking in my stomach. I had never before worried about the paces of my relationships. I had never before declared love, not in a way that meant it. Once upon a time I was a terrible boy who used to say terrible things just to get girls to sleep with him. Now I was afraid that maybe my many years of breaking hearts and fucking up relationships would mean the end of the greatest one. I was only nineteen, and same eighteen. We had time and more. There was no reason to rush things or to stick my foot in my mouth. It wouldn't do to burn it down.

I stood up from my place on the bed, and hand in hand with Sam walked out from her bedroom and down the small hallway. Joanna was standing at the bar, where it looked out from the kitchen into the tiny dining room (which was little more than just their table and four chairs) and laughing at some joke we had not heard the makings of. At the table sat a very petite, very cute blonde woman. She had hair cut short and with a slight wave to it, and her eyes were the most powerful blue I had ever seen. Alice was a phenomenal contrast to Joanna and Sam's muted darkness. Just from her laugh I could detect a flamboyance and joy that Joanna did not seem capable of.

"You must be Brett!" Alice said without standing up. I walked over to her with an awkward, uneasy smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Alice," I said.

"Modest and behaved. You wait a while but know how to pick them, don't you Sammy?" Alice said.

Sam blushed redder than I have ever seen, and quickly took a piece of garlic bread from the counter and shoved it into her mouth. I could see the steam rising from the loaves, yet even if it was hotter than hell Sam seemed intent on keeping her mouth busy.

"It's been so long since our cute little Sam has had someone over. I hear that you are the real deal," said Alice.

"Oh shut up Alice. You are torturing him," said Joanna, fighting with something in the oven. She pulled out a casserole dish that I assumed contained the evening's dinner. The smell of lasagna began to waft through the house rapidly and my mouth watered. 

"It's fine, I can handle it," I said, sitting at the table across from Alice. She squeezed my hands.

"See? He's a big boy. You are a Senior like our little Sammy, aren't you now?" she asked. "Brett is older," Joanna announced.

"I just started school later, is all. I think my mother was paranoid about me as a child. I was that kid that had to learn to ride a bike wearing an inflatable suit," I joked. Alice comforted me with a small laugh.

"He drives Sam to work sometimes," said Joanna. I darted a look to Sam. Her lips were firmly pressed together and she was looking in every direction except for at me.

"A gentleman as well. What don't you do, Brett?" asked Alice.

"Oh just about everything. I have no talents," I ventured.

"You made me a cake!" Sam blurted out, and Alice gave her a smile.

"I did hear about that. Our little eater here, she boasted about that cake for days. So we have a gentleman with a talent for baking, and he's a modest one. Perfect! I declare you a perfect boyfriend, boyfriend," said Alice.

"We are all just so glad he passed the test, Alice," said Joanna, and started dishing up plates of food. Soon enough we were all attempting to be polite while shoveling delicious food in our mouths. There was lasagna filled with cheese and beef, crusty delicious garlic bread, and plenty of wine. As the conversations ensued, I could pinpoint if I was more nervous about Joanna's earlier voyeurism, or Alice's incessant questioning.

"Do you see each other often at school?" asked Alice after a bite.

"Not often enough," said Sam.

"We have two classes together, and we eat lunch together and usually I drive her home. It's so strange to me that we went to school together for so many years and I just didn't even register her. It bothers me now that I think on it," I said.

"Sammy can be such a mouse, it doesn't surprise me," said Alice. Joanna and Sam gave her a disturbingly similar glare.

"I enjoy everything about her," I replied. Sam squeezed my leg under the table. 

Alice gave me such a smile that I felt my cheeks redden a little. The rest of the dinner went on without much incident. I told them about my father's baking business and that my mother was out of town a lot, how I didn't have a real after school job but would help with the bakery sometimes. Sam would open up now and again when I spoke about school, or her job, or the little bit of time that we had known one another. Alice was quite curious as to the nature of our relationship, yet Sam seemed so used to her and did a great job gently steering the conversation back to neutral territory.

"It's late," Sam declared finally.

Joanna stretched her thin arms high above her head and yawned. The wine bottles had taken a flush to her cheeks, Alice as well. The blonde was snuggled up to the taller, dark haired woman and would nuzzle her from time to time.

"Plans for tomorrow?" Joanna asked us.

Sam shook her head. "I have to work later but we both have nothing aside from a bit of homework," she said.

"We were thinking about going on a date," I said. Sam squeezed my hand, but as with the rest of the dinner, did not look at me.

"Perfect," Alice said sleepily. "I know I'm staying over. There's no way I'm driving."

"Alice..." Joanna started. Alice found a sudden surge of energy, leaped up from her chair and ran comically down the hall into Joanna's room and shut the door. Joanna sighed.

"Sometimes its like I have one child, and then there's Sam," she said with a smile. I nodded.

"Sam is very level-headed," I said with a smile. Another squeeze.

"Please tell me you aren't this modest and plain when it's just the two of you," she said.

I shrugged. "What can I say. I can't be silly all the time," I replied.

"Dinner was great, mom," Sam said. Please leave us alone, is what I heard.

"Are you staying over, Brett?" she asked us.

"Mom," Sam said.

"Fine, fine. Just be careful. Be safe and all that," Joanna said. I looked to Sam, who was so red I thought she might burst. She ducked her head into my shoulder like a bird taking to its wing.

Joanna cleared the few plates were left and put them into the sink. I heard the refrigerator door open and close, and then the soft steps of Sam's mother retreating to her bedroom. After what felt like holding our combined breaths for hours, Sam and I could finally relax. 

"Come here," she said to me with her soft voice, squeezing my hand and standing up from the table. She led me into the living room and pushed me down onto the couch. We assumed our position as if it was the most natural thing in the world: I lay stretched out toward the back of the couch, and Sam cuddled up against me as the little spoon. She picked the remote for the television up off the floor, and clicked it on. Saturday Night Live was on, and Justin Timberlake was doing some skit that I was sure was hilarious, if only I had been paying attention to it.

"That wasn't so bad," I said, stroking her soft hair. 

"It was terrible. You made it better though, Brett," she said, and turned to kiss my cheek. Even though I was preoccupied with her simple being, she seemed to be changing her focus toward the television. I wasn't about to tell her she couldn't unwind after the disrupting chaos that always ensues from a family get together.

After a while of just laying together, I began to fight the fingers of sleep that touched my eyes. Sam had three of my fingers in her mouth, sucking on them gently and rolling her tongue over my skin. I had assumed my earlier position, with my hand slipped into her panties and holding her cock. Surprisingly she wasn't hard, and even though I rolled the soft spongy skin around my fingers, she stayed flaccid. Whether it was the exhaustion or the alcohol, I didn't mind. Sam was insatiable, and the moments we had to just relax and be together were really nice.

"You're trying to wake me up," Sam said oh-so-softly.

"No, just trying to be with you," I replied.

"You make it so easy," she said.

"It is easy. Being with you is easy," I said.

Sam rolled onto her side so that we were face to face, our noses almost touching. When she spoke I could smell the wine on her breath.

"No one has ever said that to me before," Sam said.

"Really? I feel like I've made a similar comment already," I said. She batted me playfully on the arm.

"You're good to me. The best. I just wanted to say, about earlier..." she said.

"Don't worry. It's fine, just forget it," I told her.

"No, listen. I had someone once, a while ago. They said they loved me and it didn't work out, it just ended up really hurting. I don't want that again. I mean I can't tell you to 'take it slow' because if you and I didn't work out I'd be so crushed, yet I can't say that word yet. It's hard for me," Sam said.

"I know, and don't worry about it. I didn't mean to rush things along. Sometimes I forget that there can be a filter between my thoughts and my words. I get caught up in the moment. To be fair, you sort of do that to me," I said, squeezing her hardening cock along with the rhythm of my voice.

Her own speech started to change, she always became a little raspy when she started to get turned on. Her words would quicken along with her breathing, and sometimes she would make little Freudian slips of the tongue.

"Is there anything you miss, being with me?" asked Sam.

"Miss? I miss being with you when we are apart," I said.

"No, I mean. Don't you miss normal girls sometimes?" she asked.

"You are a normal girl, Sam," I told her.

She sighed. "You know what I mean. You don't miss pussy?" Sam asked.

I gave this question a moment so that I wouldn't say something stupid on accident. "Well, sometimes. I mean it's pretty natural to think about what we don't have, isn't it? That isn't to say I need it, or even really want it, right now," I said.

"But you might want it someday?" she asked. Here eyes were so green in that moment.

"Maybe. Someday. Right now I want you though. And I could ask you the same thing," I said.

"What do you mean?" 

"Do you ever want to be with a girl? A girl like that?" I asked her.

Sam smiled ruefully. "Sometimes," she answered.

"There. A stalemate. Maybe we just need a playmate," I said.

Sam laughed. "Maybe. Maybe in the future. But right now I just want you," she said, and kissed me full on the lips. The kiss was soft, sweet, perfect.

"Let's go to bed silly girl," I told her, and she rolled off the couch and stood up. There, standing in the soft light with the darkness set just about her, she was framed perfectly for me. Her slightly crooked smile, her ever-changing eyes, her mussed dark hair. That way she tilted just to the right when she stood. The way her small breasts lay so neatly and beautifully against her chest. I wanted all of her, right there. Not in the way of pushing her down and taking her sweet body, but really wanting her. I wanted her in a way I had never wanted anyone. Not just lust, but something more. That's where my earlier mistake had came from. And to be honest, it wasn't a mistake. But if Sam wanted me to wait, wanted me to slow, I could do that. I would do it all for her.

We walked toward her bedroom, turning off all the lights in the house as we went so it felt like the world was ending behind us. She flicked the light switch and her room came into view. The bed, the television, her small desk and computer, her dresser, her closet. I sat on the floor, then quickly reclined until I was staring up at the ceiling. Sam tore off her blouse, removed her bra and threw them both into the pile of messy clothes that was collecting near her closet. She stood over me, staring down so that I could only see her eyes and not the rest of her expression.

One leg at a time, she took off her slacks and tossed them after the other clothes. Then I was staring up at an almost-naked Sam, her panties only a few feet above my face. I could see the full outline of her erection, and then she tossed the panties aside as well. Her cock pointed out straight, her shaved testicles resting just below. Then she parted her legs slightly so that there was a foot next to each of my shoulders, and put her hands on her ass cheeks. She pried them apart slowly, delicately, until I was staring up into her beautiful puckering pink asshole. Then with an athletic deftness that I did not have, she very slowly lowered herself until her ass was only inches from my face. I stuck out my tongue, agreeing to her little show, and she sank down the rest of the way with her knees bent.

I slipped my tongue into her asshole as she met me, and she had to try hard not to squirm. Her package rested on my chin, and her small hand enclosed her cock as I began to lick her ass in earnest. I probed into her, licking the skin as she stroked her cock. I placed my hands on the top of her thighs, pulling her down to me so that my lips and tongue could explore her. She stroked harder and faster, and began to moan and squeal with every moment that my tongue found its way deeper inside of her. 




A Change with Sam Ch. 04



"Oh god, Brett, don't stop that, it's magic," she cried out, and I could feel how wobbly she was as she tried to balance sitting on my face and stroking her cock at the same time. I pulled her to me tightly so she wouldn't shake, licking and sucking and kissing her ass, wanting her to cum. Finally I felt her release building, I could hear the panic in her voice and how she tried to muffle her cries so that her mother and Alice wouldn't hear us. Then I felt the first warm spurt of her cum on my chest, than another, than another. She kept stroking her cock until her release was down to a dribble, and with my tongue still licking her I felt the head of her cock rub softly on my chest, wiping off the rest of the cum. 

She fell on her side, away from me, her arms and legs spread out. I took a deep breath and wiped my mouth. Both of us lay there for a moment, just breathing, and then I sat up and crawled over to her bed. Reaching into her secret place, I pulled out her bottle of lube and a condom. I quickly tore the package with my teeth, rolling the latex up my member and stroking it a few times. I crawled back to Sam with the bottle of lube in one hand, and sat it down on the carpet. I pushed her legs up until her feet were flat on the floor, and she did nothing to stop me. It was like maneuvering a giant doll.

I squirted a dollop of the cool lube into my hand, rubbing it between my palms and onto my fingers. When I touched her asshole with my index finger she squirmed lightly, but I could tell she was already relaxed from my tonguing. I pushed one finger in quite easily, and the other went in with barely any resistance. I squirted some more lube out and worked her asshole well, until I could fit three fingers in her tight hole comfortably. I kept stroking my cock with my left hand, making sure the condom stayed on. Then when I was sure she was ready, I pushed her legs to the side and positioned the head of my cock at her asshole with my hands on her knees.

"Yesss," she hissed as she felt the first push of my cock. The head slipped in with no resistance, and I didn't feel her familiar tightness until I had my thick shaft all the way in, with my balls against her ass. I stroked a few times to get comfortable, and then stayed perfectly still until she started to whine and push her ass against me.

I began to push in and pull out of her, leaving most of my cock in her ass. I rested my cheek against her leg and couldn't help but steal kisses across her sweaty skin from time to time. Her sweat always tasted wonderful, I swear I could lick it all off of her if she'd let me. There was actually a moment, not but a few days before, when she lay naked on her bed. There I was, fully clothed right next to her, just dragging my tongue and lips across her body in any way I wanted. She closed her eyes and breathed slowly, her gasps almost musical. 

I brought myself back to reality by increasing the pace of my fucking, by pushing my cock all the way in her and bringing it out again, by feeling the wonderful tightness around me, by simply existing with her. Her hard cock bounced around between her legs, slapping her skin on occasion. Usually she held her own member in one small hand while I fucked her, but tonight she had fists of carpet held while I fucked her with abandon, her cock swinging wildly wherever it would go. I was mesmerized by the action of it, and even though I was moving so deliciously in and out of her ass, I had the desire to just dive down onto her cock and taste the beautiful deep-purple head. She was so colorful, the passion of sex almost driving itself in artistic design to her cock head, and when she became hard the foreskin would roll down and show me the beauty.

She squealed and moaned in her cutest ways, her breath becoming a marathon of tiny sounds as I drilled into her. The sex flush had taken her chest, shoulders, and cheeks, turning her pale skin into a lovely pink. At this point her eyes would roll back into her head, or stare at some faraway place that I could not get to, even though I was in her. I would fuck her with all the passion I had, my own pleasure hitting a peak, and still she would be there in her own place. It was romantic in its own way, that she would share her body with me and for just a moment her mind would fly away to the only escape that made sense. It didn't matter, because she would always come back to me.

Then Sam cried out and sat up, her right hand flying to her cock and stroking it madly. I brought my face to hers and we kissed violently, our tongues dancing together in sloppy exchange. I fucked her harder, and we were now both oblivious to the need to be quiet, and I only hoped that Joanna wouldn't mind that Sam's new boyfriend was fucking her madly, and that Alice wouldn't tease Sam mercilessly for it. I felt Sam clench my cock, and stroke her own harder, and then she put her left hand over her mouth and basically screamed into it as her orgasm took her, and I felt the hot spray of her cum on my stomach for the second time that evening. At that point I couldn't hold out any longer, and my own release shot out of me, filling the condom with heat and releasing deep into where my cock was in Sam's bowels. I kept pumping like mad, the orgasm powerful but the feeling of pleasure lasting beyond the release, and as I fucked her continuously I felt another orgasm take me, my legs shaking so hard that I pushed Sam back onto the carpet and lay spent. I could here her breathing in my ear, as loud as the waves against the shore of a beach, and then we were kissing each other once again. In a tight, sweaty embrace, spent completely from making love, we kissed like we had never once kissed before. 

I rolled off of Sam onto my back, the carpet sticking to my sweaty skin. My cock was still semi-hard, and Sam rolled the condom off of it and then attacked me. I felt the wonderful sensation of that moist warmth, which was a gorgeous contrast to the hot tight confines of her ass. She bobbed her head up and down on my cock without grace, just wanting me to cum again. I knew it would be impossible for me to have a third orgasm so quickly, and yet Sam sucked on it like she was trying to drain me of all the cum I had left. She pushed her face down until my cock slid all the way into her throat, and there she held it while her tongue worked it's magic. She slobbered like a woman mad, and I felt that surge deep within me as my orgasm took me one more. She kept her head still as the cum erupted into her throat, and my hips left the carpet as the most powerful orgasm of my life ripped through me.

Sam lifted her face from my crotch and took a deep, ragged breath. I took her softly in my arms, bringing her into a hug from behind and just holding her. I massaged her shoulders, her neck, her breasts until she calmed down enough to speak. I kissed her cheeks, her neck, I stroked her softened cock and rubbed the cum across her thighs.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" I asked her.

Sam nodded. "I really need something to drink though. Not water," she said.

I laid her back onto the carpet, then yanked the bedspread and pillows from her bed in order to make a little makeshift nest. Then I got up, yanking my shirt and boxers back on, and went out into the kitchen. On tip toes I was quiet as a mouse, and I let out a small sigh of relief to see that Joanna's door was firmly shut. I walked through the dark kitchen, opening up the refrigerator door just a crack in order to fill the room with light. I searched around quickly, finding the bottle of Coke that I remembered seeing earlier. Then I turned around, only to find Alice smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat.

"Having a good night?" she asked coyly. 

I did my best to not let her think me startled. "Fine. We are just about to go to sleep," I replied.

"It sounded like you tired her out," Alice replied.

I could feel my cheeks redden against my desire. "Oh you know, just being a good boyfriend," I said.

"I can imagine. You know I dated a whole bunch of men before Joanna. None of them are as entertaining as her, though," said Alice.

"Joanna seems like a lovely woman," I replied, grabbing the bottle of Coke. However I couldn't shut the refrigerator as it was the only thing lighting the kitchen. I wasn't about to be snuffed into darkness with Alice pestering me. She was wearing an oversized shirt and her legs were naked, I couldn't see if she had panties on or not. I don't know why I was even thinking about it.

"Do you miss the parts of a lady?" Alice asked with a smile. I could tell she was drunk, she and Joanna must've had drinks in their room after we all headed to bed.

"Sam is a lady," I replied tersely.

"You know what I mean. Is it odd, moving onto her after being with so many other girls?" she asked.

I was about to ask her how she could possibly know a thing about my history, when I realized that she must have tormented Sam for details about me long ago. Tired of Alice, I moved past her and let the door shut behind me. The room turned dark again.

"Being with Sam is the best thing that's ever happened to me," I whispered back to her as I left her in the dark. I padded down the hallway, opening the door to Sam's room. She was fast asleep on the floor, snoring lightly. The pillows and blankets I pulled off her bed were bunched up around her. She was still naked, having not bothered to pull any of her clothes back on after our lovemaking. Her legs were just barely apart, and so I grabbed her lace panties off the floor. One leg at a time I slipped them on, then over her ankles, sliding the material up her legs until I was too her hips. I maneuvered her flaccid cock to be in the little pouch of extra room in her underwear, and then pulled the blanket up and over her. She continued to soundly sleep. It was nearly impossible to wake up Sam.

I lay down next to her, not getting under the covers as I was tremendously warm. I took Sam's hand in mine and snuggled up next to her, kissing her neck as I nuzzled against her soft skin. I thought about our tomorrow, about having that whole free day. I wondered if I should take her to the salon and pay for her hair. She would love that, though at first she'd put up a fuss about my paying for it. In the end it really didn't matter. I wanted to give her whatever she wanted, anyway.



A Change with Sam



We kissed. Who sank in first didn't matter, and I couldn't even remember when I thought on it later. Her lips were warm and soft, and she smelled of soap and shampoo. My fingers were in her hair, wet as it was, and her hands fumbled at my sides. I knew she was inexperienced, I could feel it in each awkward kiss. It's the hands that are the worst, you never know where to put them. I smiled into my kisses, enjoying myself. Then she pulled away.

"I think you should know why I pushed you away the other day, Brett," she said.

"I don't care," I told her, kissing her again.

"No, really. You know what I am. I told you. That doesn't bother you?" she asked.

"You are Sam. That's who you are. I like who you are," I told her.

"Even if I'm different? Even if I'm not what you expect?" she asked me.

"Especially for that reason," I told her.

She nodded, and brought the baggy shirt up and over her head. Her breasts came into my view, full and beautiful. Her dark nipples were hard, her areola small and shaped like little ovals. I brushed my fingers over the soft skin of her breasts, surprised by how real they felt. Then I reminded myself that they were real, they were a part of Sam and who she desperately wanted to be. They were a part of her true self, the way she had always been in her mind. Now it was her body that matched, and I smiled as I took her nipples in between my fingers and tugged at them softly. She moaned happily as I massaged the skin, as I cupped her breasts. It was another sound entirely when I took a nipple into my mouth and lightly sucked.

We went on this way for a while, my intentions entirely focused on her breasts until I remembered to kiss her. She smiled and tugged my shirt over my head. There is really nothing impressive about me or my body, I am entirely average. Whatever she saw pleased her though, and smiled at my naked chest and its thin streak of hair. Sam reached for my belt buckle like she was desperate for it, undoing the clasp and unzipping my jeans. I tugged them off as she put her hands together and sat back on the bed. I threw my jeans down where my shirt lay, and returned to my place with her just in my boxers.

"You move fast," I told her between kisses.

"You have no idea how often I daydream about this sort of thing. My drive is sort of insatiable," she said. Another kiss, longer. Her tongue entering my mouth.

I sat in my boxers and her in just her sweats, and my hands moved toward the material.

"Now you," I said.

"Wait, please," she told me. I had a feeling I knew where her trepidation was coming from, but I didn't care. I just wanted the girl.

"It's okay Sam, honest. I'm right here with you," I told her, kissing the skin between her breasts. She let out a heavy sigh and nodded. I could tell she wouldn't be comfortable until I really showed her how much I cared. I tugged at the sweats, pulling them down her legs quickly and tossing them down on to the floor. I saw it all immediately, I knew. She had pulled panties on before her sweats, but they couldn't hide her. She was so horny that she was bulging behind the pink lace, the head of her cock peaking out the top of the material. I touched her gently, pulling the panties away from her ass and down her legs, throwing them on to the floor. 

Her cock rose from where it had pressed against her body, the hair wet and dark and curly. She was small, fully hard. Maybe four inches. I let my fingers wrap slowly around the shaft, pulling down her foreskin gently and watching the precum bubble up. I stared deeply into her eyes and kissed her.

She was breathing hard. "Wait, Brett, wait. You too. You too," she said.

I stripped my boxers off, sitting down on the bed and my cock pointing up from my lap. I was larger, six inches erect or so, near average size. She ran her fingers through my curly pubic hair, touching the head of my penis with soft and gentle fingers. She stroked it slightly, pulling down the foreskin and watching my precum. She licked her lips.

We both sat back on the bed, our backs against the head board and our faces entirely focused on each other. I began stroking her, and she began stroking me. Soon her small room was filled with the grunts and moans of our passion as we both engaged in acts that were entirely new and yet incredibly familiar to us. She pleasured me as she always pleasured herself. I pleasured her like it was my own cock, being attentive and driving her to orgasm. We stroked and stroked, tightening our grips on each other's cocks and staring into each other's eyes.

We came together, erupting hard. I watched a rope of cum shoot from the head of her cock, splattering her pubic hair and the base of her belly. She watched the same for me, my cum splashing across my belly button and up my chest through my stronger ejaculation. We continued to stroke as we came down from our high, both of us panting hard after crying out. We kept our hands on each other's cocks like they were made to save our lives, gently stroking and stroking long after the intense pleasure passed. I felt the pressure deep in my balls, and I could see the same effect for her. 

Where my cock was nestled in an untamed mass of hair, I could see the care she put into herself. Her pubic hair was shaved back and short around the base of her cock, and her testicles were entirely bald. I cupped them gently, rolling them in my palm as I often did for myself. Then Sam eyed me intensely, kissing me once more and laying back.

"I want you to have me, Brett," she told me.

I stared down at her and nodded. "It's your birthday, you can have whatever you want Sam. Truly," I told her.

She smiled playfully, but I could see the comfort and demand that came to her face in the throes of sexual passion. "There's some lube behind my desk there, if you could grab it. Just be really gentle with me. I have some practice but just on my own. I'm glad you came one first, you cock should be a little smaller and softer. That thing is too big," she told me.

I laughed. "Yours is adorable. I'm jealous, Sam. I swear your skin is softer than mine," I told her.

She nodded. "It probably is. I love using lotion," she told me.

I grabbed the bottle from behind her desk as she lay back on the comforts of her bed and spread her legs. Her cock had softened only slightly, still semi-hard but laying back against her pubes. With her legs spread I could see her pink ass hole, small and perfect and beautiful. I leaned in close, my tongue jutting out. I had no experience with this but my body and mind went into auto-pilot simultaneously. I licked her ass hole once, then again, then again as Sam moaned in appreciation. I felt it loosen slightly, and when I could get the tip of my tongue in, I sat back with the bottle of lube.

I pumped out a dollop into my hands and rubbed them together, slicking them up with the perfumed lube. When my finger was wet, I slowly inserted it into her ass. Sam moaned and leaned back into her head board, her eyelids semi closed with that drunk feeling of pleasure. I slid the full length of my finger into her ass, twirling it around with the lube. I then pulled out, applied a little of the lube on to her ass hole, and she yelped quietly from the cool touch. I slipped my finger in again and again, working her until I could slip in two. When I worked her with two fingers for a few minutes, I sat back.

"Are you okay without a condom?" I asked her.

"Yes. I'm safe, honest. We will be all right. Please lube that sucker up though," she told me with a smile.

I nodded and stroked my cock a few times with the lube, getting it slick. I positioned the head of my cock at her ass hole, dipping it in. It disappeared with ease, the shaft of my cock sliding all the way inside her. Her own cock was rock hard again, pointing up and touching my belly gently as I leaned into her. 

"Go ahead and stroke yourself if you want to Sam," I told her.

She nodded to me with a big smile as if remembering she could please herself, and began to stroke her cock in earnest as I pumped in and out of her. She felt amazing, smoother and tighter than any of the other girls I had been with. An experience entirely different, and better from my own point of view. There was a part of me that wanted something like this for a long time, and my acceptance of Sam was part of my own desire. I grunted as I began to really pound into her, and she moaned and cried out as she continued to stroke her small cock. She came while I kept pumping, the cum ejaculating onto her belly and smearing onto mine as I leaned into her. The smell of cum was strong as I kept fucking her, and she continued to stroke, and the little nymph was able to ejaculate once more as I pumped my load deep inside of her.

We panted hard as I let my cock slowly leave her ass, completely soft. The cum and lube followed soon after, and before she could object I slipped my tongue towards her ass and licked the perfumed lube and cum up. It was a bizarre taste but I kept licking in earnest, eating her ass hole as she continued to stroke her cock. I knew she wouldn't be able to cum again but she stroked hard and fast just the same, desperate for more pleasure. After I licked the rest of my cum from her ass, I sat back and wiped my mouth, and she stopped stroking. A minute passed and she remembered her initial embarrassment, her cheeks reddening deeper from a blush. I pulled myself into her arms and kiss her, and she licked the taste from my tongue.

"That was amazing," I told her. "Thank you Sam."

She was crying again. "I should be thanking you. This is the best birthday I've ever had. I just can't believe you Brett. Where have you been when I needed you?" she asked me through her happy tears.

"I guess I just never took the chance. I'm sorry for that, but I'm glad to be with you now. I'm truly glad," I told her between kisses.

"I think we should be together Brett. I think feelings this wonderful need to be allowed to exist, to grow," she told me.

"I think we are together Sam. I know we are," I told her. Another hour passed and she told me that she had to get to work, she couldn't afford to lose her job. I asked her if I could see her again, if I could call her. We made plans for me to come over while her mom was home, over the weekend. Then she got in my car and I drove her to work, giving her a quick kiss as she headed inside the building.

The night was young and warm, and I had no place to be. I turned on my favorite song and I drove.