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David and Samantha
© 1999, 2000 Barbie Wire
I met David when I was seventeen years old; he was
twenty at the time. We met at a record store, I was
working there and he was looking for a CD. The record
store I worked in was a small one, not much business,
and the day David came in there was no different than
any other day. No business. The other girl I worked
with was at lunch, so I was there alone. He walked in
and I literally got wet. He was about 6 feet tall,
maybe a few inches taller; had blonde hair; and the
most stunning blue eyes. He had on a white shirt and
jeans; he was pretty lean and muscular. I had never
seen a guy that gorgeous. We started talking as we
searched for it. He was a mechanic, he told me,
working for a big truck company. I was still in high
school, it was my senior year and I would turn
eighteen in a month. He laughed and said he’d love to
be at that party.
“You’ll go wild right? Eighteen and partying,” he
smiled as I found the CD we were looking for.
“Oh you bet!” I grinned. “And here’s the CD you
were looking for. I can’t believe you listen to the
Counting Crows. This is really for your girlfriend
isn’t it?” Yeah, subtlety is my middle name.
“No it’s for me. When she broke up with me she took
my copy.”
“I’m sorry,” I said. “That sucks. C’mon with me and
I’ll ring you up.” I turned away from him, beet red,
and we walked to the register.
“Hey don’t worry about it,” he said. We were facing
each other, only separated by the counter the register
was on. He touched my nametag as to read it.
“Samantha. I didn’t like her that much anyway.” I
smiled up at him; he was a good four inches taller
than I was. We locked eyes and for a moment I forgot
I was doing. “Price?” He asked.
“Oh!” I laughed. “Yeah that would be helpful!” I
blushed again. “Nineteen oh seven,” I smiled.
“Fuck for a CD?” He asked as he pulled his wallet
out.
“It’s a live one, they’re always more expensive.” He
handed me a twenty and I got his change and handed it
to him. I put his receipt in the bag with his CD and
smiled at him. “Thank you for shopping Basic CD
Needs, please come again,” I said brightly, handing
him the bag.
“They pay you to be so perky don't they?” He
laughed.
“No, it’s a natural thing with cute customers.” Then
I realized what I had said. He still had a grin on
his face. “I mean, nice customers.”
“Thank you,” he laughed. “With the customer service
around here you can bet I’ll be back.” We both
laughed, then the front bell rang, and Margie walked
in. She was back from lunch. We both turned and
looked at her, and she gave me a smile. “Well,” David
said. I turned back to him. “I shall see you later.
Have a good day.”
“You too,” I smiled. Margie joined me behind the
counter and we both watched him walk out. He turned
to wave as he walked through the door and caught us
both staring. Margie and I giggled at each other, and
I started blushing. “Have you ever seen a guy look
that good?” I asked. Margie was in her mid-twenties,
and in a relationship, but she liked to look.
“Other than my man?” She asked. “Hell no!” We
laughed, and then another customer came in. David was
all but forgotten, his face hanging in my mind as I
helped stock CD’s and clean. I didn’t think I’d see
him again, but I was wrong.
About a week later David came in again. I was the
only one working, since there had been no customers at
all the boss told Margie to go home and I to stay. I
was thumbing through a Rolling Stone when I heard the
bell on the door ring. I looked up and smiled.
“Welcome to Basic CD Needs, can I help you?” Then I
saw it was David. I broke out in a grin.
“They pay you to say that too?” He smiled as he came
over to me. “No, wait, not for the cute, I mean, nice
customers right?”
“Right,” I said, blushing.
“You blush a lot, it’s really adorable,” he said.
“Anyway, I was wondering if you could help me out?”
“I can try,” I smiled. “That is what they pay for
me!” He returned my smile.
“See, I met this girl, and she’s really beautiful,”
he started. My heart sank, and I wondered why he was
telling me this. "The thing is, I’m twenty, and she’s
seventeen.” My heart soared. “I know age shouldn’t
matter, right?” I couldn’t talk, I just nodded. “I
was wondering, how do you think she’d react if I asked
her out? I don’t want her to think I’m a dirty old
man.”
“I doubt she’ll think that,” I said softly, a prayer
going out asking it to be me. “After all, it’s only
three years.”
“So, if I just came into her work one day and asked
her to a movie and dinner do you think she’d go with
me?” He asked softly, leaning onto the counter
between us.
“I’d say yes,” I whisper.
“You personally would say yes? Or you think she
would say yes?” When he said that, my heart started
doing flip-flops.
“Both.”
“Samantha,” he said softly, “would you like to go to
dinner and a movie with me?”
“I would love to,” I grinned. He grinned back at me,
and stood up.
“Great! I’ve been dying to ask you since I met you,
but the age thing had me bothered.”
“Reason number twenty of why I want to be older,” I
sighed. He smiled. “It’s ok, I don’t care about the
age thing.”
“Good. So, when and where should I pick you up?” He
asked. “I have tonight and tomorrow night off, then I
have to go out of town the rest of the week.”
“How about tonight? It’s Friday, no school
tomorrow,” I laughed.
“Oh wow Samantha, make me feel like a child
molester,” he smiled. I couldn’t tell if he was
joking or not.
“I’ll be 18 in one month, David. Don’t sweat it.” I
paused and looked at him. “How about you pick me up
around 7 p.m., here?”
“You got it,” he nodded. “Anywhere in particular you
want to go?”
“How about Applebee’s? Maybe the new Matt Damon
movie?” I hoped he didn’t think I was a teenybopper
when I said Matt Damon, but he is one of my favorite
actors.
“Sounds good. I’ll be here at seven.”
“Perfect. I’ll be here with bells on,” I smiled.
“Just bells?” He grinned. We both started laughing.
He looked at his watch and looked back at me. “I
better get going, gotta feed the cat and get ready for
tonight.”
“Ok,” I grinned. My heart was still soaring that he
had asked me out. We said a quick goodbye and he
left, leaving me alone with my heart in my throat and
my stomach in knots. He’d have to drive me home. I
didn’t want that, not at all. I called my best friend
Joanie and asked if I could stay with her. She knew
about my family, and wouldn’t care that David dropped
me off there.
My family isn’t the best family around, and I didn’t
want them to scare David away. They would too, given
the chance. My dad’s an alcoholic, and there honestly
hasn’t been a day that I’ve gone home and he’s been
sober. My mom, well she’s the reason that my dad
drinks. She’s been cheating on him since I was about
seven years old. Instead of either of them leaving,
they both stayed together and have made my life hell.
Sometimes my dad would get so drunk he would mistake
me for a punching bag. Of course, prominent family
name, no one believed me when I told, they all assumed
it was a boyfriend. The last guy, who took me out,
well my mother tried to seduce him while he was
waiting on me. David is ten times cuter than this
last guy is, and I knew she’d be on him in a second.
So it was all set. All I had to do was go home after
work, which would be 5:30, get dressed and come back
to work. I doubt my mom and dad would notice I’d be
gone, but I would leave them a note saying I was out
with Joanie. She’d cover for me, she always had.
The last hour of work seemed to drag, and then Marsha
came in finally to relieve me. I hardly said hello
and goodbye as I punched out and practically ran out
of the store. I was going to be going out with David!
Dinner and a movie! I felt like my heart would burst
from pure excitement. I had been fantasizing about
him since we met, mostly sexual fantasies I have to
admit. I couldn’t help it, I’d never been with a guy
and he was the first one that ever really turned me on
just from saying hello to me. I have had some very
dirty thoughts about him, and I wanted to get with
this guy. But I could tell from the way he was
earlier, that our age differenceeven though
it’s only three yearswould be a problem if we
got too serious before I was eighteen. Wait, what am
I thinking? It’s only a date.
I made it home in record time and as usual, my dad
was drunk sitting in the recliner in the living room.
He gave me one of his looks as I walked through the
room and I decided to get dressed at Joanie’s. That
look is not a good one and I didn’t want to egg him on
wearing what I wanted to wear for David. I packed a
bag in a matter of minutes, something I was getting
better at, then tried to leave the house without being
interrogated. It didn’t work. I almost made it out
the front door before my dad yelled at me.
“Samantha! Where are you going?” I turned and faced
him.
“I’m spending the night at Joanie’s, dad,” I said.
“I have to work in the morning so I won’t be home
until tomorrow afternoon.”
“Go you little whore. I’ll get you tomorrow night.”
I didn’t say anything, I just walked out. I closed
the door and shuddered, then ran to my car. Joanie
would have a houseguest all weekend I decided as I
drove to her house.
Six thirty came fast as I was getting ready at
Joanie’s. She was going to drive me to the store and
drop me off, then use my car to go into the city and
do some shopping. I walked out of the bathroom and
into her bedroom and she whistled at me.
“Damn Sammi wish I were going out with you and not
him!” She laughed. I was wearing a straight tight
white skirt that ended right above my knees, a white
sweater with white roses embroidered into the top, and
it was a v-neck. I must admit, I have great breasts.
They’re 36c, they’re nice and perky and v-necks make
me look good. I wasn’t wearing pantyhose, my legs are
tanned and I didn’t need them. I smiled at Joanie.
“Well, if this guy turns out to be an asshole I will
go out with you next!” I laughed. In typical teenage
fashion she and I have experimented with each other
sexually and we really liked it. But it was just as
friends.
“You have such gorgeous hair Sammi. Let it down,
he’ll like that.” I nodded, and released my ponytail.
I had long blonde hair, with lighter blonde
highlights. “Blah, how come you get blue eyes and
blonde hair and all I get is brown mousy hair and
brown eyes?” I sat beside her on the bed and threw an
arm around her.
“You’re beautiful, Joanie,” I whispered. “I’m made
out to be some dumb blonde, you’re not.” She smiled
and kissed me, deeply and with feeling. A few guys
have kissed me and so far she’s the best kisser. I
kissed her back for a few moments, then pulled away.
“I’m sorry. But we need to go.”
“Yeah.” We both got up, and walked out of her room
to the downstairs.
Joanie was my first sexual experience, my only one so
far, and I will never forget it as long as I live. We
were both sixteen at the time, and I was spending the
night with her after a day of being knocked around by
my dad. We were both cuddled against each other in
her twin bed, and honestly out of nowhere she kissed
my lips. I looked at her in surprise, and she told me
she was sorry. I shook my head and kissed her, taking
her by surprise. We honestly didn’t talk as we kissed
more, and explored each other’s bodies with our hands.
I think we were afraid whatever spell we were under
would be broken if we did. The only time we did make
any sound was when moans would escape our lips as we
fingered each other. That was the first time I had
wanted someone to touch me like that, and we fingered
each other to a few orgasms. Later on we just lied in
each other’s arms and kissed then fell asleep. We do
that now when I spend the night with her. I knew this
weekend would be no exception.
She quietly drove me to the record store; we got
there a few minutes before seven and I spotted David
standing in front of the store. I told Joanie goodbye
and got out of the car and walked over to him.
“Hey stranger,” I smiled. He turned and looked at
me, and broke out in a grin.
“Wow, you look great!” He exclaimed.
“So do you,” I replied truthfully. He did. He had
on jeans, but a nice white button down shirt. We
matched both of us in white.
“Great minds think alike huh?” He asked. “The
white?”
“Yeah,” I smiled. “You ready?”
“Sure am,” he said. “Oh I got you something.” He
handed me a white rose, and I melted. I love roses of
any kind, but the white ones are gorgeous.
“Thank you David, it’s beautiful,” I smiled as I took
it.
“Nothing compared to you,” he grinned as he took my
free hand. “My car’s over here.” We walked hand in
hand to his car, a nice black Corsica, and my heart
was soaring again. His hand was much bigger than mine
was, I noticed. Of course, he was a good four inches
taller than I was; he just seemed huge to me. He
unlocked the passenger side and opened the door for
me, and I grinned.
“You’re working hard for that goodnight kiss,” I
teased as I got in the car. He blushed and closed the
door, and was soon sitting beside me. He smiled as he
started the car, and I was just melting into the seat.
“You ready for the movie?” He asked. He still had a
slight blush in his cheeks.
“You bet,” I smiled at him. “You’re the adorable one
when you blush,” I teased. He laughed and pulled out
the parking spot, then we were on our way.
We made small talk on the drive to the movie theatre.
Just basically, telling each other what our last
names were. The theatre was just right around the
corner so we didn’t talk long.
After the movie, we drove to Applebee’s. It was a
ways from the theatre and we talked. I skirted around
any questions he had about my family and he figured it
out and stopped asking about that. We talked about
work, mostly his job. He was a mechanic, worked with
this huge company and every now and then they sent him
out of town to other states where they had offices to
do some routine work and check ups.
“I hate leaving my cat alone,” he said, “I worry so
much about her.”
“That’s so sweet David. Maybe you should ask someone
to come by and feed her and stuff,” I suggested.
“What’s her name?”
“I should,” he said as we pulled into Applebee’s.
“Her name’s Ms. Kitty.” He shut the car off and I
giggled. “My mom named her, and then gave her to me.
I couldn’t change her name, my mom would be so hurt!”
“No it’s cute, really,” I said suppressing my
laughter. We looked at each other and we both busted
out laughing.
“It’s a corny name,” he laughed.
“Just a little!” I grinned. “But it’s sweet. Your
mom sounds great.” We were silent for a minute and
just stared in each other’s eyes. I wanted to do
nothing more than lean over and kiss him. He had this
aura around him; he was so incredibly sexy and nice,
and seemed so trustworthy.
“We, uh, better go in huh?” He asked softly. I
nodded at him. He leaned over and I thought he was
going to kiss me but he opened my door. He smiled at
me as he did, and I gave him a kiss on the cheek. He
leaned in and kissed me softly on the mouth, but
before I could kiss him back he pulled away and sat in
his seat and stared out the windshield. “I am so
sorry Samantha. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I started it. You were right there and I just had
to kiss you,” I said softly. He turned and looked at
me.
“I felt the same,” he said quietly. “I just don’t
want to feel like I’m taking advantage or anything.”
“The age thing again?” I asked. He nodded. “I
promise, I won’t let you do anything I don’t want you
to do. Ok?”
“Yeah,” he nodded.
“David, if you want me to go to dinner with you, you
better finish that kiss,” I grinned. He laughed and
leaned toward me, and I met him halfway. We kissed,
god did we kiss. It was a short one, but that boy
left me wet between the legs and tingling in my toes.
He could kiss, and it was so much better than Joanie.
We parted a little, our faces still close to each
other, and we both smiled.
“Wow,” he whispered. He blushed and pulled away,
still smiling at me.
“Yeah,” I grinned. “See, now we got that out of the
way, and we won’t have to worry if we’ll be getting a
goodnight kiss.” He looked at me in wonder.
“You’re something else,” he grinned. “C’mon, let’s
go eat.” I nodded and got out of the car, and joined
him at the drivers’ side. He took my hand again and
we walked to the restaurant.
We made some light conversation while we waited for
our food to arrive. He found out that I’m a huge Matt
Damon fan and matchbox20 junkie. I found out that he
loves scary movies and was an Internet junkie.
“Have you met any interesting people on there?” I
asked. He nodded. “Ever met any of them like in real
life?”
“One. Turned out to be a man acting like a woman,”
he said softly. “I didn’t even know, ya know?”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me, David.” He
looked at me quizzically. “I’m not a man acting like
a woman,” I said seriously. He started laughing and
lit up a cigarette.
“I hope to god not. I’d hate to think that a man is
turning me on like this!” I grinned so big, and his
face turned red. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t want
you to think I’m going out with you because you’re
stunning.” I didn’t get a chance to answer; the
waitress came with our dinners. She left and we just
silently stared at each other for a moment.
“You really think I’m stunning?” I asked. He
nodded. “Wow.”
“I’m sorry. This isn’t a good idea. You’re
seventeen, and I know you’re going to be eighteen next
month, but I am so attracted to you and I don’t want
to break any laws.”
“This is a first,” I sighed. “I’ve never been dumped
in the middle of the date.” I started to get up, I
wanted to run out of there and cry. He grabbed my
hand and wouldn’t let go, so I sat back down.
“Samantha wait. I’m not dumping you, not at all. I
want to keep seeing you, and I hope you want to see me
too." I nodded. “You want to see me again?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good. I really like you and I just want to lay down
some rules so we won’t get hurt ok?”
“Like what?”
“Like, as attracted we are to each other we shouldn’t
go beyond kissing. I mean, if it gets to that.” He
looked at me sheepishly. “Because in the theatre, I
know that was your hand on my thigh.”
“It was dark, I thought it was my thigh,” I smiled.
I was busted.
“If you touch yourself like that…” he trailed off. I
giggled and took a sip of my drink. “I know you’re
not the dumb blonde you’re trying to act like
Samantha. I have enjoyed this evening with you, and I
want to go out with you again.”
“I thought all guys liked the dumb blonde routine,” I
said quietly. I honestly hadn’t realized that I was
acting like that it had become such a habit.
“Maybe high school guys, but I like a girl that I can
have a conversation with. You seem to me to be really
smart,” he said.
“Most guys are turned off that I’m a brain. I have a
4.0 in school, straight A’s in my classes, all that.
It doesn’t bother you?”
“No!” He laughed. “I want you to be yourself with
me. I’m being myself with you.” I shook my head and
took another drink. “This is the most serious first
date I’ve been on,” he smiled.
“Me too. Usually by now I’m being groped and told to
give it up.” He gave me a saddened look. “What can I
say? They’re all seventeen- and eighteen-year-olds
who just want a piece of the brain so maybe she’ll do
their homework.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “Give me their names I’ll kick
their ass for you.” It took me a minute to figure out
he wasn’t joking.
“Nah don’t worry about it. I don’t give it up that
easily.” We both laughed, I don’t know why, then
started eating. The rest of the dinner we just
cracked jokes and had a good time. When we finished
dinner he lit up a cigarette as we waited for the
waitress. “Can I have one of those?” I asked,
motioning to his cigarette.
“You’re too young,” he grinned as he handed me one.
We leaned across the table and he lit it for me, then
we both sat back.
“When would you like to go out again?” I asked
softly.
“Tomorrow night,” he smiled. “But I gotta get up
early Sunday and drive to Georgia. I’ll get home
Wednesday morning.” I know the disappointment showed
on my face. “Can I ask you something I wouldn’t
normally ask someone on the first date?”
“What’s that?”
“Will you feed my cat while I’m gone?” I smiled at
him and took a drag from my cigarette.
“You trust me to do that?” I asked.
“Yeah sure. Besides, all I have of value is the cat,
a CD player and a computer. And I’m sure that you
have all that,” he smiled. “Otherwise I’m going to
have to leave out three huge bowls of food that will
dry up before Ms. Kitty gets around to eating them.”
“Ok,” I smiled. “I can’t wait to see this cat that
has you so in love with her.” He just grinned and
paid the waitress, who had shown up when I was
talking. We left the restaurant hand in hand, and
once again he opened my door for me. I smiled as he
got in the car, thinking this was the weirdest date I
had been on. I loved it, though.
“So, we have to go to my place so I can give you my
extra key. Is that ok?” I leaned back in the seat
and grinned at him.
“Yes, David,” I said. “I know you won’t try anything,
I’m safe with you.” He smiled back. “Plus I need to
see where you live, and meet Ms. Kitty. She’ll need
to get used to me.” He nodded and started his car,
and we were off.
He lived across town from Joanie and I. He literally
lived across the tracks from me. It was a nice
apartment building, he lived on the third floor and
pretty much had the floor to himself. There were two
apartments on his floor and he occupied one. He might
not have lived in the rich neighborhood where I did
but he had a kick ass place and I knew it had to be
expensive. Money didn’t matter to me, but it’s always
a nice thing to have. He led me inside and
immediately Ms. Kitty came out of nowhere and jumped
up at him. She was a gorgeous white cat, not very
big, and David caught her.
“She does that everytime I walk in the door,” he
smiled. I followed him deeper inside and sat on the
couch with him. Ms. Kitty was a nice cat; she liked
me from the start and was very loving. David and I
were sitting very closely on his couch and I could
smell his cologne, Allure, and it was working. I was
enticed by it, by him. I leaned my head on his
shoulder as we talked and petted his cat and inhaled
deeply. I let out a soft sigh and smiled. “You
getting comfortable Samantha?” There wasn’t any
aggravation in his voice, he actually sounded pleased.
“As a matter of fact, yes,” I said. He moved his arm
and put it around my shoulder. I watched Ms. Kitty as
she jumped off his lap; there was a noticeable bulge
in his jeans. “Can I be honest with you? This is
like the weirdest date I’ve had. I feel so safe with
you and I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”
“Yeah I get that feeling too. Maybe we were together
in a past life,” he said quietly. I looked up at him
and our faces were inches from each other.
“Maybe we were David.” We both smiled. “I can
honestly say I haven’t felt like this before and I
just met you.”
“Don’t,” he whispered as I played with a button on
his shirt.
“Don’t what?” I asked softly.
“Don’t make me want to make love to you more than I
do right now.” He looked completely sincere. “That
wouldn’t be a good thing. I mean it would be a great
thing,” he smiled, “but like you said we just met and
I want more than that.”
“Ok,” I whispered leaning up and kissing his cheek.
“You do know that I want more too, right?”
“I hope you do,” he grinned. I nodded. “Good,” he
whispered. He leaned down slightly and kissed me, and
I kissed him back, grabbing his shirt. Our tongues
played with each other and I couldn't help but think
how perfect this was, that maybe we were together in a
past life. Our kiss felt perfect, like our mouths
were made for each other. I felt his hand on me,
rubbing my knee under my skirt and my hand
instinctively fell to his crotch. He was hard, and he
moaned into my mouth as I gently caressed him through
his jeans. I could tell he was big just by touching
him through his jeans. After a few minutes of kissing
he pulled back from me, but kept me in his arms.
“Please,” he whispered, grabbing my hand and it
pulling it from him.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I did that to you?”
“God yes and I have the feeling this won’t be the
last time.” We stared at each other; I’d never seen
such passion in someone’s eyes. “It’s a good thing.
It’s been awhile since a girl’s turned me on.”
“I feel honored,” I grinned. “Can I tell you the
truth?” He nodded. “You’re the only guy that’s ever
turned me on.” He got a huge shit-eating grin on his
face. “Maybe we should go before we end up doing
something we both want but wouldn’t be advisable?”
“Yeah we better. A few more minutes of your hands on
me and I’m going to lose my self control.” We laughed
and I stood up, him following suit. “I’ll go get that
extra key.” I nodded and he trotted to a door and
disappeared.
I took a good look at the place then. He had a small
television set on a little table in the farthest
corner of the room, and he had a CD player on another
table. He had two CD towers full of CD’s up against
the wall. He only had a couch and a recliner, they
didn’t match but it made the place look homey. There
were only three other doors I noticed, I guessed to
his bedroom, a bathroom, and maybe a guestroom. The
kitchen was near the front door, right to the left and
there was only a bar like structure separating it from
the living room. I walked over to his CD towers and
started reading the titles. As he came back into the
room I noticed he had two copies of that live Counting
Crows CD.
“You ready?” He asked as he walked over to me.
“No, you have to show me where the cat food is,” I
said, looking at him and smiling.
“Oh yeah,” he grinned. We walked to the kitchen and
showed me which cabinet had the cat food. “Come in at
least once a day and give her two cans, she’ll be
set.”
“Got it.” I walked out of the kitchen and turned and
looked at him. “Can I have the number to where you’re
going to be? Just in case?”
“Yeah, of course.” He got his wallet from his back
pocket and dug out a card. “This is my business card.
My home and cell number is on there.” He handed it
to me and I read it.
“David Evans, distinguished mechanic,” I grinned.
“It doesn’t say that,” he blushed. “C’mon, I need to
get you home.” He took my hand and we left his
apartment. It wasn’t until we were in his car that I
told him he wasn’t taking me home. “Where am I taking
you then?”
“My best friend Joanie’s. I’m staying with her this
weekend,” I said quietly. My father’s words rang in
my ears. “I won’t be going home until Monday.” I
gave him the directions and stared out the window.
“Sleepover huh?” He asked. I looked at him and he
was grinning.
“Oh yeah. You know how us girls are. We’ll do
nothing but eat each other out all weekend.” He
started laughing, and I giggled. Little did he know
that was what would happen.
“Wish I could be there for that!” He laughed.
“Yeah I bet you would, you man!” We laughed all the
way to Joanie’s. He once again opened the door for me
and then he walked me to Joanie’s door.
“Samantha I had a wonderful time,” he said as we
looked at each other.
“As did I, David,” I smiled. “And since you got your
goodnight kiss earlier, goodnight.” I turned to the
door and he grabbed my arm softly. I grinned at him.
“What?”
“Just one more kiss before I have to go to Georgia
and not be able to see you for a few days,” he pouted.
“I was just teasing, David,” I giggled. I pulled him
into my arms and then we were in each other’s arms
kissing just as passionately as we had in his
apartment. I felt my nipples get hard and I felt him
get harder against me. “David,” I breathed, pulling
away from him. “Think about me tonight when you’re
taking care of that.” He didn’t ask what I was
talking about; he just blushed and kissed my cheek.
“I think we connected,” he smiled.
“We did. I’ll call you Monday, ok?” He nodded, and
waited until I was in the door before he left the
porch. He turned and looked at me as I was watching
him through the screen door.
“Sweet dreams Sammi,” he smiled. “I know I’ll have
some.” Then he turned and walked back to his car. I
watched him drive off, then I closed and locked the
door and went upstairs to Joanie’s room. Her parents
were the only people that believed my dad hit me, so
they knew that sometimes I would come in late and they
never questioned me. I slipped into Joanie’s room and
quietly undressed, slipping into bed with her with
nothing but my panties on.
“Hey Samantha,” she whispered. We moved around so we
were lying on our sides facing each other. “How did
it go?”
“It was weird. But we’re seeing each other again. I
really like him, and he likes me too.”
“I’m happy for you,” she said softly. “Does that
mean we can’t?”
“Joanie, we’re friends you and me, nothing will
change that.” I realized then that she might get
jealous. “Please don’t be jealous.”
“I’m not.” She slipped her hand in my panties and
felt how wet I was. “He turned you on and didn’t
satisfy you?”
“We wanted to, but we’re waiting.” She wiggled a
finger against my clit and I moaned.
“Then let me take care of that,” she whispered.
“You're so hot tonight, Sammi,” she whispered as she
leaned down to kiss my neck. I moved and lay on my
back as she pulled her hand out of my panties and then
pulled them down. She spread my legs and crawled
between them. “I know you love foreplay, but I think
you need to cum in the worst way.” I had my eyes
closed and arched my back as she ran her tongue down
my stomach then to my most private area. Her tongue
licked softly at my lips, which I had just shaven the
night before and I went to heaven. I arched against
her again and felt her lick my slit its entire length.
“Joanie,” I moaned softly. She wasted no time in
burying her tongue inside me, really moving it fast
inside me. I grabbed her head and was lost in all the
feelings I was having. I imagined it was David in
between my legs, licking and sucking on me, placing
his fingers inside me and pumping. I came harder than
ever while I fantasized about him. Joanie licked me
clean, then sat up between my legs and looked at me.
“You said David,” she whispered.
“What?” I asked, panting. She lay down beside me.
“You said David’s name, not mine,” she whispered. I
gasped and put my hand over my mouth.
“I am so sorry Joanie, I really am,” I whispered.
“No, it’s ok. You really like him I can tell.
You’ve never liked a guy before, I’m not used to it.”
I nodded at her. “Let’s go to sleep,” she whispered.
She didn’t wait for an answer; she turned over and
laid on her other side, putting her back to me. I
moved closer to her and spooned her, and we fell
asleep.
I woke up that morning alone, Joanie was already up.
I dressed quickly, and got all my clothes together
then walked downstairs. After last night I didn’t
think I’d be welcome anymore. I couldn’t believe that
I had said David’s name, I felt so embarrassed.
Joanie was sitting in the living room watching TV and
just looked at me when I stood in the doorway.
“Can I stay tonight Joanie? My dad… well yesterday
before I came over he said…” I trailed off and stared
at the floor.
“Yes you can stay silly,” she said. I looked at her
and she smiled. “Don’t worry about last night, it’s
ok.” I nodded.
(Rest of story continued in next post...)
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