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Subject: {ASSM} Sam and Eric - Graduation Part 2 (MF Rom)
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Graduation
Part Two
Lover
I planned our first date with meticulous care, wanting everything to
be perfect. I took my car to the car wash and cleaned it inside and
out, getting rid of the fast food bags and burger wrappers that were
clear evidence of my poor diet. I even got one of those evergreen tree
air fresheners to compete with the odor of stale French fries.
Perusing the movie section of the paper on Thursday, I decided on
"Romancing the Stone," since it was a romantic comedy and I figured
Sam would like that. The bookstore cashed my check, so I had money for
our date. I was pretty sure I had covered everything.
Friday, after my last class, I rushed back to the dormitory. I was to
pick Sam up at eight so we could make it to the 8:45 showing in plenty
of time. Turning the TV on for background noise, I lay back on my bed.
I picked up "Sports Illustrated" and tried to lose myself in the
stories. Nothing held my attention and I found myself drifting off
into daydreams about what tonight would be like. I tossed the magazine
on the floor and looked at the TV. Some man was kissing a woman
passionately, her body pressed tightly to his, and her arms wrapped
around his neck. "Great, that's what I need to relax," I thought
sarcastically. I got up, flipped off the TV and went over to the
Student Union. Purchasing a Coke from the cafeteria, I wandered over
to the game room. I played some video games, talked to a few friends,
and managed to keep myself occupied until it was time to get ready to
go.
Back at the dorm, I stripped down, put on a robe, and grabbed my
shower stuff and a razor. I walked up the hall to the bathroom, took
off my robe, and stepped into the communal showers. A couple of guys
from the floor were already in the showers.
"Hey, Eric," Bob greeted me.
"Hi, Bob, Paul," I greeted them back.
"You going to the party at the Sigs?" Bob asked.
"No, I've got a date tonight, going to the movies."
"You've got a date? Who with?"
"Samantha Canfield."
Bob whistled and Paul shook his head.
"Samantha Canfield, man how'd you get a date with her?" Bob asked.
"I asked," I said smiling at them.
"Yeah like that's all it took. You need to help out your floormates.
Fill us in on the secret of your success," Paul said.
"Seriously guys, I asked."
"OK, don't tell us. But don't be surprised some time when you get
pennied in your room," Paul said. A tradition of our dorm was for guys
to penny other guys in their room. That was accomplished by wedging
pennies in the crack of the door right at the latch. The tension was
such that it became impossible to twist the knob to open the door. The
only known solution to pennying was to call the RA, who would come
down with a screwdriver and wedge the pennies back out. I think that
was one of the reasons why our RA was always in a foul mood. That and
the practical jokes the guys on the floor played on him.
I laughed. "I guess you could try," I told them, "but paybacks are a
bitch."
"Oooohhh," Bob said.
"I'm scared," Paul chimed in.
We all laughed and went back to finishing our showers. I toweled
myself off, went to the sink to shave and brush my teeth, then put on
my robe and went back to my room, closing the door behind me. I got
dressed in clean blue jeans and a nice pullover shirt. I primped and
fussed in the mirror, trying to get my medium length black hair to lay
just right. I glanced at my watch as I slid it on my wrist. It was
7:45 and I needed to hustle. I took a jacket from the closet in case
it got cool after the movie. I grabbed the doorknob and twisted. It
didn't move. "Oh Christ," I moaned, visions of Sam waiting on me as I
sat in my dorm pennied in until morning danced through my brain. "No,
no, no!" I yelled, grabbing the knob and twisting it harder. The door
flew back, almost beaning me in the head. Bob and Paul were standing
there laughing at me.
"Gotcha!" they yelled, then took off running down the hall.
"You can run, but you can't hide," I yelled at their backs. I locked
the door and jogged down the hall, trying to make up for lost time. I
got in the car and raced over to Sam's house. I ended up a couple of
minutes late but it didn't matter. Tina, Sam's roommate, answered the
door when I knocked and told me Sam wasn't ready yet. I sat on the
couch and waited for her. A couple of minutes later she came down the
stairs. She was a vision in her blue jeans and white blouse, and for
once the vision was just for me.
"Hey," she said, greeting me. "You ready?"
"Sure."
"Let's go." She took my hand. Those long slender fingers adorned with
that simple class ring felt so good nestled in my hand. We strode
outside and I guided her to my car. I opened the door for her, and she
slid into the seat. She gave me a smile as I closed the door. I got in
on my side and started the car, driving quickly but carefully to the
movie theater.
"So now that you have me here, what are we seeing?" she asked.
I had told her when she had asked in the middle of the week, that
since she wouldn't help me pick out the movie, she would just have to
wait until Friday to find out what we were seeing. She hounded me in
class on Friday but I wouldn't tell her. She mock pouted throughout
the class. The look was so sexy that there was no way I was telling
her until that evening. I think she really pouted after that, but with
Sam you're never sure.
"Romancing the Stone," I said.
"Cool, I like Michael Douglas. Why'd you pick that?"
"Because it's romantic and funny and I thought you would like it," I
thought. "Well, I searched and searched but I couldn't find anything
playing with Russell Johnson in it."
Sam threw her head back and laughed. "That's a shame," she chuckled,
"but Michael Douglas is almost as good." She sniffed the air. "Why
does it smell like a French fried Christmas tree in here?"
I blushed, and Sam giggled. "You look good in red," she laughed.
I turned into the parking lot of the theater, found a spot, and parked
the car. We held hands as we walked to the door. I bought our tickets
and got in line at the concession stand. I got us popcorn and drinks,
and we found ourselves some seats toward the back of the theater. We
held hands through the first part of the movie. At one point I brought
Sam's hand up to my lips and kissed the back of it.
"What's that all about," she whispered.
"A little thing I had always wanted to do since the day I met you," I
whispered back.
"Are there more of those little things?" she asked with a smile on her
face.
"Most definitely," I replied.
"Good," she sighed. She lay her head on my shoulder. I could smell
strawberries in her hair from her shampoo. It competed with the
honeysuckle of her perfume. The two left me breathless and lost. I
couldn't tell you to this day what happened on the screen after that.
I wallowed in the smell and sensation of Sam, for me there was nothing
else.
The movie was over much too soon. When we got outside the theater I
suggested we get some frozen yogurt from TCBY since it was in the
shopping center. Sam agreed so we walked to TCBY while we held hands
and discussed the movie.
"Wasn't the mud slide scene cool?" she asked.
"Yeah, it looked like it would be fun." I could picture Sam covered
from head to toe in mud, her clothes plastered to her. It was a very
erotic picture.
"Did you like the ending?" she asked.
"What wasn't to like? The guy got the girl in the end, love triumphed
over all, it was right up my alley."
"You're an incurable romantic."
"Is that bad?" I asked.
"No, it's sweet," she said, kissing me on the cheek.
I blushed yet again and Sam laughed. "You're too easy."
"Only around you," I said, smiling at her.
We entered TCBY and ordered our frozen yogurt. Sam and I grabbed a
table and sat down to eat. We held hands while we ate. When we were
done we talked.
"So, what do you want to do on our next date?" I asked.
Sam shook her head. "Not so fast, your next date isn't with me,
remember?"
I did remember, didn't like it, but I remembered. "We can't talk about
our next date until I take someone else out?"
"Nope, I'll plan the next one. I'll let you know what it is after you
tell me you have a date."
"Any idea who I should ask?"
Sam laughed. "Don't be dense. Ask out Brenda, she already thinks
you're cute and was giving you signals to ask her out."
"So all I have to do is tell you I asked her out and I'll find out
about our next date?"
"Yep."
"I could tell you that now."
"You won't."
"Why not?"
Sam smiled. "Because you can't and won't lie to me."
She said it with such conviction. It also happened to be true. "OK,
I'll ask Brenda out."
"Good. Tell me when she accepts and I'll tell you what we'll be doing
when we go out."
We cleaned up our mess and I drove us back to Sam's house. I walked
her to the door.
"I had a really good time tonight," she told me.
"I've never had a better time," I replied.
"You're easy."
"Only with you."
"You're also going to wear that line out," she said laughing. "I'd
invite you in but I think we better stop here."
"Why? You afraid?"
She stared at me, her green eyes coolly appraising me. "Maybe."
Sam stepped closer to me, her body pressed against mine. I was in
heaven the moment it touched me. Her soft lips lightly brushed mine.
"Thanks," she whispered. By the time I had recovered she was already
inside.
I was euphoric as I slipped behind the wheel of my car and drove back
to my dorm. I went to my room, stripped off my clothes, and climbed
into bed. I took myself in hand and as I stroked myself I replayed the
evening. The soft warmth of her hand, the smell of her shampoo, the
way her head rested on my shoulder, and especially the sweetness of
her lips jumbled through my mind as I came. My first date with Sam. I
was sure I would never forget a moment of it.
I asked out Brenda on Monday. We went for pizza and to a party
afterwards. I had a good time getting to know her better. Anytime the
conversation seemed to lag all I had to do was ask her about
programming and watch her light up. It was fun to see her metamorphose
from a slightly shy girl to an animated woman whose mind went a mile a
minute with her mouth fighting to keep up. She would go on and on
about her latest program and at some point she would look at me and
realize that I had absolutely no clue what she was talking about. She
would laugh at my confusion, try to explain it to me again, then give
up when it was clear my mind didn't function in a binary world. I
always had a good time with her and we became good friends.
Life was good. I alternated between dating Sam and Brenda for the rest
of the semester. After we had all finished our finals we said goodbye
for the summer. We exchanged addresses and promised to write each
other, then everyone went home, Sam to Philadelphia, Brenda to Bethel,
PA, and I to Orrstown, PA.
I received a letter from Sam about a week after I was home. She told
me about what she was doing while she was home, and reminded me that I
was to date over the summer. Brenda wrote me about a week after that.
She had gotten a job with a small company that did custom computer
programming for businesses. Her letter was three pages long, front and
back, I think I understood about half of it.
I dated a few girls over the summer to keep Sam happy. We had good
times together, but none of them held a candle to Sam or Brenda.
Sam's letters to me had been trailing off lately. At first she wrote
every week, then it became every two weeks. I had just received
another one almost three weeks since the last one. I eagerly tore it
open to find out what Sam had been up to. I wished I hadn't. Her
letter said she had met a guy over the summer. She thought she was in
love with him. She said she needed to end our arrangement and she
hoped we could still be friends, but would understand if that weren't
possible. She apologized for hurting me. Her letter tore me apart as I
sat there on the couch, tears rolling down my face. I had lost her.
The pain of it gnawed at my gut and made me feel sick. I went to my
room, tossed Sam's letter on my dresser. I lay down on my bed fighting
the nausea.
I lay there, memories of Sam filling my head. Each one ripped at my
guts, making me feel sicker and sicker. I had to stop this, find some
way out of this spiral. I grabbed a letter off my dresser, went
downstairs, and picked up the phone. Consulting the letter I dialed
the number.
"Hello?"
"Is, is Brenda there?"
I heard a woman shout loudly, "Brenda! Phone!"
I could hear an extension being picked up and another phone being hung
up.
"Hello?"
"Brenda, it's Eric."
"Eric! How are you?"
"Not good."
"What's wrong?"
"I-I got a letter from Sam today, she's, she's met a guy and she's in
love with him, Brenda!" I sobbed.
"God, Eric, I'm sorry."
She talked to me as I sobbed in the phone, telling me it would work
out, that Sam never stuck with one guy for long. It helped some, but I
knew Sam and she wouldn't put me through this if she weren't sure that
this guy was the one for her. Eventually I sobbed myself out.
She said to be patient, that things would work out. I wanted to laugh
derisively but I couldn't hurt her, not when she was trying to cheer
me up. We talked for an hour, I poured out my anguish, and she
consoled me over the phone. When we hung up I felt a little better. I
didn't feel sick any more but there was an emptiness inside me that I
was certain would never be filled.
Brenda and I gave up writing and resorted to phone calls for the
remaining few weeks of summer break. We talked to each other twice a
week. I'm not sure what I would have done if she hadn't been there for
me.
I went back to school. The first thing I did after I moved all my
stuff back in the dorm was go search out Brenda. She had cut her hair
short; it looked good on her. I gave her a big hug. "Thanks," I
whispered.
"For what?"
"For being there when I needed you."
"Oh, that, that's what friends do."
"Still, I owe you."
She smiled. "Funny you should mention that. You can repay your debt by
helping me move my stuff in."
Her car was packed full. I must have made ten trips carrying clothes,
books, stereo, and a computer to her room. She lived two floors up in
her dorm and by the time I was done I was completely worn out. I sat
on the bed and watched her put things away. She hung up the last of
her clothes and turned to me.
"Are you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, I think so. I still feel empty inside though, I'm not sure that
will go away soon."
"I might be able to take care of that."
"Huh?"
"I'll treat you to a cheeseburger and a Coke over at the Student Union
for helping me out. That might get rid of some of the emptiness inside
you," she chuckled.
"It's not that kind of emptiness."
"I know," she said, as she took my hand and led me out the door.
We walked over to the Student Union, got our food, and sat at a table.
"How could you possibly need all that stuff I carried in?"
"I just do, women have different needs than men."
"You got that right, I had my stereo, TV, and a duffel bag of clothes,
sheets and towels. It took me four trips to move it all in myself. We
made ten trips carrying your stuff in and that was with two of us."
"What can I say, I'm a clothes horse."
"No, clothes were the least of it. You must have had five boxes of
books. Those suckers were heavy, I'm lucky I don't have a hernia."
She laughed lightly. "Just think of all those muscles you were
building. I like a guy with muscles," she said batting her eyelashes
at me.
I laughed. "You're not getting off that easy. Buy me a meal and flirt
with me and you think you can get me to do anything."
"You're easy," she said.
It cut me to the quick. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"Eric, what's wrong?" she asked, concern evident on her face.
"That's something Sam always said to me, that I was easy."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know."
I held up my hand, cutting her off. "I know, it's OK. I guess it's all
still there on the surface just waiting for someone to scratch at it
and open it up. I'm sorry." I looked at Brenda. She had a funny look
on her face and her mouth hung open.
"Hello, Eric." It was Sam's voice.
I turned around quickly. I wanted to tear into her, yell at her over
what she had done. I didn't. "Hi."
"Can we talk?" she asked.
I glanced at Brenda, she nodded her head. "I'll wait for you," she
said.
I followed Sam over to a table in the corner. We sat down.
"I'm sorry I hurt you."
"You tore me apart, Sam. Destroyed me."
"I'm sorry."
"So am I. I loved you, Sam. You tossed it away like it meant nothing
to you."
"Eric, I'm sorry, I know you loved me. I knew it would hurt you, but
when I met Chase we clicked. You and I didn't. When we started this,
it was with the condition that either one could end it if it wasn't
working. It wasn't working for me."
"You didn't give it a chance."
"Yeah, I did, more than I probably should have, and that made it
harder for both of us. I love him, Eric."
"I don't want to hear this." I slid my seat back to get up. Sam
grabbed my arm.
"But you need to. I love him, fell in love with him, and no matter how
hard I tried with you I couldn't do that."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I wish I did, so I could give you an answer. It isn't
you, it has to be me."
"That makes it easier," I snapped.
She smiled sadly. "You always were very good with sarcasm."
"One of my more unattractive talents I'm sure."
"There you go again."
"What do you want, Sam?"
"Can we still be friends?"
"It wouldn't be the same."
She stared at me, chewing on her lip pensively. "No, it wouldn't. I
hurt you deeply. I wish I hadn't. Can we at least be civil? Not throw
daggers at each other. Study together sometimes?"
God help me but I must have a streak of masochism in me a mile wide.
"I'll try," I murmured.
"That's all I can ask," she said. She got up, kissed me on the cheek.
"Thanks." She walked away and I got up and went back to Brenda.
I told her what we had discussed. She told me I was nuts to agree to
remain friends. That all it would accomplish was to tear me apart. I
knew she was right, but when it came to Sam I was powerless to deny
her anything, even after she had hurt me so deeply. I walked Brenda
back to her dorm then went back to mine.
If Sam was beautiful before, she was a goddess now. Her love shone
about her like the sun. I was envious that Chase could do that for
her. I hated that I couldn't.
I leaned on Brenda to get me through the tough times. We saw more and
more of each other and I guess in a way we were falling in love. It
wasn't the same all-consuming love I felt for Sam, but then that
option wasn't there for me anymore.
I took Brenda out to a movie. We went to see "Moscow on the Hudson."
It was a pretty good movie made even better by Brenda snuggling
against me. By now our relationship had progressed to where we petted
some. Still, I was surprised when Brenda began stroking my leg. I
could feel the stirrings of an erection. Brenda kept stroking and
giggled when she encountered my penis.
"I think you have a snake in your pants," she whispered.
"It's OK, he's only dangerous when he's aroused."
"Is he?"
"Yes."
"Good, I like danger."
She stroked me softly all through the movie. She must have done this
before because she knew just when to back off to keep me from coming.
It was a relief when the credits started rolling. We grabbed our
stuff. I held my jacket in front of me to hide my erection. We walked
outside.
"Yogurt?" I asked.
Brenda shook her head smiling coyly at me. "Why don't you take me back
to my room so I can live dangerously."
I couldn't pass on that offer. I drove Brenda back to her dorm. We
entered her room and I sat on her bed. Brenda sat beside me, our hips
touching. I kissed her softly; my hand caressed her cheek. Brenda
leaned into the kiss; her tongue traced my lips, wormed inside them.
Her hand captured mine, pulled it from her face, and placed it over
the softness of her breast. She moaned into my mouth as I squeezed
them softly, testing their firmness. Brenda squirmed tighter against
me, her hands caressed my back, tugged my shirt from my jeans.
My fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. We broke our kiss.
Brenda unbuttoned her blouse while I pulled my shirt over my head. I
could see her nipples through her sheer tan bra. She had large areola,
and the sight of them was arousing as hell. My hand returned to her
breast as we pressed ourselves tightly together. I lightly traced the
bump of her nipple through her bra. Brenda reached behind her and
unfastened the catch. My hand slid under the material, cupped the
weight of her breast in my hand, her nipple burrowing in my palm. She
slid the bra off her arms, giving me unfettered access to her
beautiful breasts. I pecked her lips, kissed her chin, her throat down
her chest until I was in the valley of her breasts. I kissed across
them, light nibbling kisses that seemed to drive her crazy. I captured
her nipple with my lips, sucking it softly. Brenda moaned, her hand
holding my head tightly to her chest.
My hand left her chest, stroking her stomach. I could feel her muscles
rippling as my fingers slid across her soft skin. I reached the top of
her jeans. My fingers slid back and forth at the top.
"Take them off, please," Brenda pleaded in a whisper.
I felt for the button, twisted it, and the material parted. I pulled
down the tab of her zipper, slid off the bed, and knelt on the floor.
Brenda raised her hips as I grabbed the top of her jeans and tugged
them off. Her panties matched her bra and I was treated to the sight
of her pussy lips through the sheer material. I reached forward,
touching her lightly. She hooked her thumbs in the elastic and slid
her panties over her hips. I reached up and slid them down her legs.
I stood up and Brenda attacked my jeans. Unbuttoning them quickly, she
yanked the zipper, tugged at the legs, and my jeans dropped to the
floor. She grasped the sides of my underwear and pulled them down as
well. My erection popped free, bobbing in front of her face. She
reached out, her soft hand grasping my shaft, lightly stroking me. Her
other hand cupped my balls, rolling them between her fingers. It was
heavenly. My hips bucked in time with her strokes, and tingles shot
through me.
She leaned forward and licked the head of my penis. I groaned, my hips
bucked harder. She smiled at me, then kissed the head, slowly sliding
her lips over it. Her mouth was warm, almost hot. It was a sensation I
was unfamiliar with. No one had ever done this for me before. Her
tongue traced softly around the head while her lips slid up and down
my shaft. I could feel myself getting ready to come. "Brenda," I
moaned. She sped up, her tongue circling my head rapidly. "I'm. I'm
coming," I moaned. I could feel her lips tighten around me as she
sucked harder. Her hand grabbed my butt, pulling me tight against her
face while my hips bucked and I came in her mouth. The sensation of
her swallowing was exquisite on the end of my cock. She slid slowly up
the length, her lips making a smacking sound as she slid off me. I
felt weak, needed to sit down.
I sat on the bed beside her, holding her tightly to me. I stroked her
back and arms as I recovered from my orgasm. "That was unbelievable,"
I gasped. I kissed her soft lips; my tongue explored her mouth. I was
surprised that her mouth tasted different and realized later that it
was the taste of my come. We collapsed back on the bed, Brenda pressed
tightly to me. I broke her kiss, dipped my head to her breast,
nibbling lightly around her nipple. Brenda arched into me, pressed her
breast tightly against my mouth. I sucked the nipple into my mouth,
used my tongue to work it back and forth. My hand slid down her hip,
across it until it rested on her bush. My fingers teased lightly
through the close cropped hair. Brenda pulled her leg up, opening
herself for me.
My finger traced the length of her slit, sliding easily over her wet
lips. I stroked her lips lightly along her length, then worked my
finger back and forth over them. Brenda wrapped her arms around my
head, pulling her lips to my ear.
"Please, eat me," she begged.
"I don't know how, I've never done it before," I whispered.
"Are you, are you a virgin?" she asked me breathlessly.
"Not quite, but close."
"I'll tell you what to do. Please!"
I slid down her body with some trepidation. Would I like it? What
would she taste like? I stared at the beauty of her; her lips were
slightly parted, glistening with her secretions. Her scent was strong
and arousing.
"Please!" she whimpered.
I reached out tentatively with my tongue, licked her lips lightly.
Brenda groaned and writhed. I tasted her; it was slightly salty and
unbelievably sweet. My tongue pressed more firmly, lapping her juices,
savoring the taste of her. Brenda's hand held me to her pussy, her
fingers twined in my hair. Her hips bucked against my face while I
slid my tongue up and down her slit.
"Lick higher," she moaned.
I slid my tongue to the top of her furrow. I licked around the top,
her hips bucked erratically.
"Can you, God, can you feel a little bump," she gasped.
I slid my tongue back and forth. I could feel a small hard bump. I
pulled back a little. "Yes."
"Lick around it, but don't touch it until I tell you," she groaned.
My tongue slid back into her slit. I felt for the bump. When I found
it I licked all around it. I had difficulty keeping up with Brenda as
her hips moved all over the bed.
"Slide a finger inside me," she hissed.
I placed my finger at her entrance, slid it slowly inside.
"Oh God, oh God, oh God," she chanted. Her head thrashed from side to
side. I could feel the walls of her pussy squeezing and releasing my
finger rhythmically.
"My clit, lick my clit now," she wailed.
My tongue searched out her button, found it, and licked at it. She
groaned deeply, her legs pulled up tight to her chest. I could feel
her pussy clamp tightly around my finger. She was trembling all over,
babbling incoherently. She pulled my head away from her pussy, held me
tightly in her hands. She gasped for breath; her eyes were tightly
shut. As I looked up over her, I could see her stomach muscles quiver
as little tremors shook her body. A slow, beaming smile spread across
her face.
"For your first time, that was fantastic."
"I had a good teacher."
She laughed and spread her arms, inviting me to join her. I slid up
her body and into her arms. She held me tightly, kissing all around my
face. The excitement of eating her had stirred my cock to hardness
again, and my erection pressed tightly against her stomach. We kissed
softly, petting each other's bodies. Her hand slid down my stomach,
grasping me.
"Make love to me," she demanded.
"I don't have any protection."
"I'm on the pill, it's OK."
I rolled across her, seating myself between her legs. She reached down
and guided my penis to her opening. Her legs wrapped around my hips,
pulling me inside her. She was hot and silky, and very wet. I slowly
moved back and forth while her hips kept pace with mine. She stroked
my chest, planted kisses across it. I moved a little faster. She
gasped at the change of speed, then her hips caught up and matched my
tempo. Her bottom lip was pinned under her small white teeth. Her eyes
were closed.
I changed angles, moving my hips in small circles as I glided in and
out of her. Brenda's eyes fluttered open. They were half-lidded, smoky
with passion. I dipped my head, captured her nipple in my teeth.
Brenda's hips slammed into mine. We both sped up our motions.
"Come in me," she whispered sexily. "I want to feel your come inside
me."
I groaned, feeling the tingles inside my balls that announced an
impending orgasm. I slammed into her harder and harder, ground my hips
against her. Her heels kicked at my butt as she writhed under me.
"Oh God!" Brenda wailed.
Her pussy contracted around my penis as she orgasmed. I pumped in and
out of her more fervently. My own orgasm was just strokes away. I
stroked furiously inside her, then bottomed out in her, ground against
her, as I pulsed deeply inside her. We held each other in a death
grip, both of us gasping for air. Our breathing eased, and I rolled
off her onto my back. Brenda stretched cat-like, a contented smile on
her face. She rolled on her side, pressed her luscious breasts against
me. Her fingernails trailed lightly over my chest.
"I think," she said, smiling, "that I could learn to love living
dangerously.
"Me too," I agreed.
We talked softly for a while, then fell asleep holding each other.
When I awoke the next morning, it was to the vision and sensation of
Brenda's naked body pressed against mine. I tucked her hair behind her
ear. Brenda smiled, her eyes opened.
"Good morning," she murmured. Her hand came up and stroked my cheek.
"Sleep well?"
"Like a baby."
She smiled at me sexily, rolled on top of me. "Come here little boy,"
she cooed, as she pulled my head to her breast.
I nursed at her nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Brenda stroked
my hair, held me to her breast. My cock was hard already. She guided
it to her entrance and slowly slid back, engulfing me inside her and
pulling her nipple from my mouth. Brenda made love to me slowly, held
me tightly as the waves of our orgasm washed over us. We held each
other for a while, then I got up to get dressed and Brenda got ready
to take a shower. We kissed softly; neither of us said the words, not
wanting to be the first. I went downstairs and drove back to my dorm.
In the shower I washed off the sweet smell of our passion. I thought
about what had happened and was slightly amazed that the empty feeling
I had lived with for so long was gone. Brenda and I grew closer and
closer together. There was still Sam, and Brenda felt insecure about
her, but Sam had Chase and wasn't interested in me.
About mid-semester Sam told me that Chase was coming for a visit. I
wasn't looking forward to meeting the man that had taken Sam from me.
I was surprised, when I met him, that he was so likable. He had a
personality that was infectious. He was funny and genuinely warm. In
spite of my pre-conceived notions I ended up liking him. Sam squired
him around the campus, introducing him to all her friends. Everywhere
he went he ended up as well liked as Sam.
Brenda and I had planned to go to a party at Tau Epsilon but she came
down with some sort of flu. I wanted to stay and baby her, but I was
driving her crazy. She told me to go to the party and get out of her
hair. I told her I would call her tomorrow. I went to the party. I had
gotten a beer and was talking to some friends when I saw Sam stroll
through the living room. As she got closer I saw she was crying.
"What's wrong?" I asked as she came up to me. She didn't say anything
at first, just hugged herself tightly to me, sobbing into my shoulder.
She looked up at me.
"Take me home, please," she sobbed.
I guided her to the door, then outside. I tossed my plastic cup of
beer into the shrubbery around the frat house. I walked her to the car
while she cried softly. She slid inside when I opened the door,
burying her face in her hands. I got in the car, started the trip to
her house. "What happened?" I had to listen carefully as she sobbed
into her hands.
"Chase, I was, sob, looking for Chase, I wanted to go home, sob, have
some time alone with him. I couldn't find him anywhere. I asked
around, sob, but nobody knew where he was. I-I decided, sob, to get
our jackets, then, sob, look for him some more. I, I was looking in
the bedrooms, sob, trying to find our jackets. I opened a bedroom
door, sob, and there, sob, was this couple, sob, making love. I, sob,
started to close the door, sob, when I heard the, sob, man laugh. It
was Chase!" she wailed. She sobbed harder and for a while she couldn't
talk. She got herself under control and started talking again. "He was
fucking Margaret Simpkins, that slut. Right there on top of our coats.
He was fucking her!" She broke down into more tears and sobs.
I pulled up in front of her house, guided her to her front door, and
unlocked it with the keys she handed me. Sam sat on the couch, her
head buried in her hands, sobbing uncontrollably. I sat beside her, my
arms wrapped around her. She buried her face in my shoulder and
continued to cry. I tried to comfort her, stroking her back softly
while she cried herself out. Finally, her sobs slowed and she wiped
her eyes with her hand. She looked like hell, with eyes red and
swollen and her makeup streaked.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"It's OK, that's what friends do for each other."
"I haven't been a very good friend," Sam sniffled.
"It's OK."
There was a knock at the door. Sam looked at me and I got up to answer
it. I opened the door to find Chase standing there.
"What do you want?" I spat.
"I need to talk to Sam."
"She doesn't want to talk to you."
"That's right Chase," Sam said behind me. She stepped around me, her
hand shot out and slapped him in the face. "That's all I have to say.
Get your fucking stuff and get the hell out of my life."
Chase stood there; his cheek glowed where Sam had slapped him. "I'm
sorry, I was drunk."
"You're sorry? You're right about that; you're a sorry piece of shit.
I was in love with you, or at least the man I thought you were. You're
just a fucking dog, running around, sticking your cock in any
hot-blooded bitch you can find. You were drunk? Like that's a fucking
excuse! I've been drunk; you don't see me spreading my legs for any
cock that comes my way. Get your stuff and get out. Go find Margaret,
she's more your type."
She stepped back, letting Chase in the house. He slunk past her. He
held out her jacket. "You left it at the party."
"You think I want it? After you fucked that whore on top of it? After
the two of you got your fuck slime all over it?" Sam laughed
derisively. "Take it with you, keep it as a memento of your conquest.
Get your shit and go, Chase."
He went up the steps to Sam's room, got his stuff, then came back
down.
"Sam, I'm sorry."
"Go!" she said, pointing at the door. He walked outside. Sam slammed
the door and locked it. Fresh tears came to her eyes and she started
sobbing again in great, heaving gasps. I held her in my arms as she
sobbed against my shoulder. I hated Chase for what he had done to her.
I wanted to go find him and kill him. I couldn't, Sam needed me here
with her. I guided Sam to the couch, where she fell into an exhausted
sleep with tears still on her cheeks. I was sitting there holding her,
when Tina and Debbie came home.
"What happened?" Debbie asked in a whisper.
I filled them in on what I knew. By the time I was done, they wanted
to go find Chase themselves. Sam woke up as we were talking softly.
She pulled herself against me, hung on to me like I was a lifeline.
"Stay with me, hold me," she implored while hugging me tightly. Tina
got us a blanket and I covered Sam, who was soon asleep again. Tina
and Debbie went off to bed. I held Sam until I too fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke to a full bladder. Sam was still pressed
tightly against me. I extricated myself from under her, somehow
managing to do it without waking her. After a trip to the bathroom, I
went to the kitchen where Tina and Debbie were drinking coffee and
talking softly. They looked up when I came in.
"Is she going to be alright?" Tina asked.
"Probably, given enough time."
"Are you going to stay with her today?" Debbie queried.
"I don't know, I need to call Brenda."
"There's the phone," Tina said, pointing at it. "Use it."
I called Brenda.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's me."
"Hi, me. Did you have fun at the party?"
"Not really."
"What happened?"
"Sam was there with Chase, she caught him fucking Margaret Simpkins."
"Ouch! What did she do?"
"She broke down, I had to take her home. Then Chase came over to
apologize and she lit into him."
"Good, she should have."
"Anyway I had to stay with her, I'm still here."
"What! You stayed with her? What's wrong with you, Eric?"
"Brenda, she was a mess, crying and sobbing, she just needed someone
to hold on to."
"Like you, when she broke up with you."
"Yes, like me. I couldn't leave her like that."
"I guess not. You and I need to talk. When you get finished over there
you know where to find me."
"As soon as I can, I'll be over."
"Don't hurry on my account," Brenda said and hung up the phone.
I hung up the phone. "That went well," I muttered to myself.
"What did you expect?" Debbie asked.
"I didn't expect her to be pissed."
"Then you don't understand women very well," Tina chimed in.
"No shit," I said shaking my head.
Debbie said, "Look, she pulled you through when Sam broke up with you,
then she fell in love with you. Now, after all that, here you are
consoling the very women that tore your heart apart. She's jealous
that you would do that for Sam, and scared that you will fall back in
love with her."
"I can't fall back in love with someone I already love," I pointed
out.
"That's even worse," she said. "She knows you still love her, and it's
tearing her apart. She's scared, Eric. Any normal woman would be."
I tried to see it from Brenda's perspective. I could see where she
would worry. I heard stirring in the living room and went back to
check on Sam. She was sitting on the couch, weeping quietly. I sat
beside her and Sam latched back onto me. I held her like that through
the morning, letting her cry and get it out of her system. By eleven
she was feeling a little better. She told me she would be OK and sent
me home. I went over to Brenda's instead.
I knocked on her door.
"Who is it?"
"Eric."
The door opened. I stepped inside and saw immediately that she had
been crying.
"Is she alright?" she asked.
"For now."
"Why you?"
"I was there, I couldn't just let her like that. All I did was hold
her and let her cry out her pain."
"Like I did."
"Yes."
"Don't you see the irony in that? The women destroys you and when the
same thing happens to her, you help her put herself back together."
"I was just being a friend."
"Yeah," she laughed. "Do you still love her?"
"Yes."
"At least you didn't lie or hem and haw around it. How does this
affect us?"
"I don't understand?"
"You wouldn't. Do you want her, want to go back to her?"
"There's no her to go back to. She doesn't want me in any capacity
other than as a friend."
"For now," she spat.
"Why are you so angry?"
"Because I picked you up the first time, fell in love with you. Now I
see you going back to her. I don't have it in me to do it again."
"It's not like that."
"Not now, but it will be. Do you love me?"
"Yes."
"More than Sam?"
I thought about it.
"You see, you don't, even if you can't see it. I've always known it,
but when she was with Chase I didn't have to worry. Now she isn't with
him anymore." She started sobbing. I started to go to her; she put her
hand on my chest and pushed me away. "No. Go to her. It's where you
belong, where you really want to be."
"Why are you doing this? I don't have a fucking clue where I want to
be right now!"
She smiled sadly though her tears. "Then you need to decide. Now go."
I left her; the empty feeling was back inside me again. Both of the
women I loved were hurting, one because of me, the other because of
someone else. I was too damned confused and tired to think straight. I
went back to my dorm and crashed.
Monday I went to classes. I saw Sam walking across the campus, or a
cruel caricature of Sam. She didn't move with the same grace and
style. There was no joy of life in her. I called out to her; she
stopped and waited for me.
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm getting by."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"You already did, more than I had a right to ask."
"I'll let you know when you ask too much."
She kissed my cheek. "I don't deserve you."
"I know."
There was a hint of the old Sam smile, it faded rapidly.
"You want to come over and study tonight?" she asked.
"Sure, let me walk you to class."
"OK."
I began spending more and more of my time with Sam. I tried to talk to
Brenda but she was adamant that I make a choice between them. I couldn
't do that, so by default I didn't see much of Brenda.
We studied during our sessions, but usually toward the end of the
evening Sam just wanted me to hold her. One night as I was holding her
Sam asked me about Brenda.
"Why aren't you seeing her anymore?"
"It's complicated."
"I'm not going anywhere."
"Brenda is convinced that I'm falling back in love with you."
"Are you?"
"No."
"I must have lost my touch," she teased.
I sighed. "I can't fall back in love with someone I never stopped
loving."
"Oh."
I stared at her quizzically. "Oh? That's all you have to say?"
"There's about ten million things I could say, like 'Are you an idiot?
' or 'I'm glad'."
"Which is it?"
"Both. Why would you put yourself through that?"
"I don't know, I guess I'm easy."
"Only with me," she whispered and kissed my cheek.
Something changed with Sam after that. It wasn't drastic, but some of
the life came back into her. She bantered more freely, talked more
openly. I was glad to see her getting back to her old self. Finals
came and went, then it was Christmas break. Sam and I talked on the
phone together two or three times a week. She called me once in a
panic when Chase had shown up at a party she had gone to. He had tried
to talk to her, but she wouldn't let him. Instead she had come home
and called me. She sobbed a little into the phone, but not as much as
I expected. We came back to school. Sam and I picked up where we had
left off, studying together, holding each other after we were done. I
saw Brenda walking across campus holding hands with some guy. I felt a
little jealousy, and a lot of guilt for what I had put her through. I
was glad she had found someone to make her happy. She deserved it.
Sam and I were on the couch after studying, talking as we held each
other.
"Are you ever going to get around to asking me out?" she asked in an
exasperated tone of voice.
"I didn't know you wanted me to."
"God, sometimes you are just too freakin' dense for your own good."
"Would you like to go out Friday?"
"Yes!"
"Where to?"
"Let's do a movie."
"OK."
So we started to date again. It wasn't much different from our study
sessions. Usually we would go to a movie, or some event on campus,
anyplace where we could hold each other and be entertained. I'd bring
her home and we would usually end our evenings on the couch, just
talking. One night was different.
"I've had it!" she said, pushing me onto my back on the couch. She
climbed on top of me, pinning me. "If I wait on you I'm going to die
an old maid." She kissed me hard; her tongue invaded my mouth and
sought out mine. Her passion flowed though her kiss, melting me into
the couch. "I want you to love me." She grabbed my hand, placed it
firmly on her breast. "I want your hands on me." She kissed me again.
If anything it was harder than the first time. Our lips mashed
together, crushing them against our teeth. She broke the kiss. "I'm
not a goddamn china doll, Eric. What do I have to do, parade naked in
front of you?"
"It works for me," I quipped.
She smiled seductively. "We'll see." She got off me, grabbed my hand
and pulled me upright. "Come on." She pulled me off the couch, dragged
me up the stairs to her room, and guided me to her bed. "Sit!" She
walked over to her stereo, put on a tape of soft music. She stood in
front of me, swaying to the music. Her long fingers worked the buttons
on her blouse, exposing her creamy skin, and her bra. She tugged the
hem out of her jeans, and let it slide slowly down her arms to the
floor. Sam kicked off her shoes while she unbuttoned her jeans.
Wiggling her hips in time to the music, she slid her jeans down her
legs and stepped out of them. Sam reached behind her and undid the
catch of her bra. She slid the straps over her shoulders while her
other hand held her bra to her breasts. She teased the cups downward
inch by inch; her skin was paler under the cups, almost pure white. A
hint of dark brown areola appeared, then her nipples which were
already hard and stood out proudly. She dropped her bra and cupped her
breasts, hefting them as if she were offering them to me. Her hands
slid down her stomach, then to her hips. Hooking her thumbs in the
elastic, she wiggled sexily as she worked her panties over them. First
her soft down came into view, then gradually the top of her slit,
finally her entire pussy was exposed to my gaze. She was frightening
in her beauty. I had a lump in my throat, among other places.
She smiled at me. "You like?" she asked. Sam twirled slowly around in
front of me. Her butt was gorgeous, hell everything was gorgeous. I
sat there transfixed by her beauty. "Get your clothes off," she
demanded, jolting me out of my daze. I stood up, kicking off my shoes
while I pulled my shirt over my head. I quickly worked my belt and the
button on my jeans. I skimmed them and my underwear over my cock and
to the floor. "Socks, too," Sam said laughing. I sat on the bed and
hurriedly ripped off my socks. As I tossed the last one to the floor
Sam tackled me, pinning me under her body on the bed. Our skin melted
together. I couldn't tell where one of us stopped and the other began.
I felt the points of her nipples digging into my chest, pressed
tightly to me by the cushions of her breasts. She squirmed on top of
me.
"Put your hands on me." I grabbed her butt, pulling her tight against
me, my fingers kneaded her cheeks. Her lips attacked mine, our tongues
intertwined. Sam broke our kiss, captured my lip beneath her teeth and
dragged them over it. I held her tightly to my chest and rolled over.
I pecked her lips, kissed lightly down her jaw, across the hollow of
her throat, then soft nibbling kisses across her chest and the top of
her breasts. Sam's fingers stroked through my hair, tried to guide me
to her breasts. I worked my way lower, kissed between her breasts,
then trailed my tongue up the side and captured her nipple in my
mouth. I laved the nipple with my tongue bathing it with my saliva,
suckling it like an infant.
"Oh, Eric, yes, I've wanted this for so long," Sam said breathlessly.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth and pulled it away from her body
with my lips. It plopped from my mouth, her breast quivered. I blew
softly across it. I did the same thing to her other nipple, then slid
down her body, planting soft kisses across her stomach, through the
softness of her pubic hair. Her scent overpowered her perfume. It was
wonderful. Earthy and musky, my tongue slid across her lips, tasting
the moistness that had escaped from inside her. She tasted heavenly
and I greedily lapped at her, savoring each drop of her arousal. I
teased her with my tongue, holding her on edge while she pleaded with
me to let her come. I held her there for a moment more then sent her
crashing through her orgasm. Sam shook under me, her breath coming in
uneven gasps. I slid my fingers out of her, she moaned. I traced my
tongue lightly though her folds while I waited for her to catch her
breath.
She pulled at my head and shoulders. I slid up her body, kissing her
on the lips. "Make love to me," she whispered.
"Sam, I. "
"It's OK, I'm on the pill."
I guided my cock to her opening and slid inside her hot, silky tunnel.
Wrapping her tightly in my arms, I pumped slowly in and out of her all
the while kissing her lips, her forehead, her nose. She kissed me back
her tongue sliding into my mouth. My hips pumped faster and faster and
I could feel Sam tensing under me. The urge to come inside her was
strong and I fought to hold back, wanting her to come with me. She
broke our kiss, gasped loudly, and came as I sprayed inside her, our
bodies writhing together.
We held each other tightly while we recovered. My fingers stroked a
lock of her sweat-dampened hair, tucked it behind her ear.
"I love you Sam, now and forever."
"I love you, Eric." It was music to my ears, an answer to my dreams.
"I adore you."
She laughed. "I know, that's why you're here."
END
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