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Sam

1.

Megan lay across the edge of her bed, laughing at the futility of it.
She'd just have to learn when she'd been beaten, she guessed.  Again,
she'd let someone coax her out of her shell, and again, he hadn't been
man enough to deal with her.  None of them ever had the guts to be
honest about it though.  None of them would ever say "Look, I've
actually been fucking someone else," or "Sorry, I'm intimidated by
you," or "Hon, sorry, I was just looking for a quick lay and some fun."
For the "stronger" of the sexes, they sure were wimps when it came to
dealing with women.

This time, after months of games and giving in to his selfish desires,
it had been "let's be friends," which in effect means, "lose all your
emotion for me overnight, and stay in the background silently while I
fuck around, but still treat me like the greatest guy on earth and like
you'd rather see no one else when you're in my presence" Bullshit.  How
does that line go? "What a cunning way to condescend"...  that's the
one.  It burned her up that he would expect that from her.  Why should
she be his friend?  Because he wanted her to?  Because he thought that
she'd let her feelings for him interfere with her need to protect
herself?  Well, quite frankly, she'd had enough of doing what he
wanted, of playing his games, and of being his little showgirl.  Enough
was enough.  He could be friends with his new piece of ass, and the
jerk was out of her life. Two separate beings, two separate, parallel
existences.   And really, at this point, after all he'd put her
through, she doubted that she'd really want a "friend" like that
anyway; just plain selfish was what he was.

Either way, she couldn't just lie on her bed like this all day long,
wondering where her love life was going at this rate.  It was always
the same story: they loved to look, they loved to touch, they loved to
own, but she wasn't just eye candy, and that always seemed to present a
problem for their child-like egos.  "Well, time to pull myself up by my
bootstraps and get my butt in action," she told herself.  After a quick
shower, she slipped on her lucky yellow tank top, her coal grey gym
shorts (the bottoms of which barely covered her ass cheeks) grabbed her
keys and blades, and skipped out the door, her long red hair still
dripping wet.

As she sat on the porch adjusting the straps, she thought again, about
how many times she'd let them off the hook so easily.  God they were
wusses, with their lame excuses.  You could see it in their eyes.  This
time, it seemed that Dan, her "friend" she thought, as she smirked to
herself, knew that he really couldn't do it face to face, so his
"friends" speech, despite his seeming maturity, was given to her over
the phone.  They were always so creative about their iniquities, so
clearly weak, so obviously wanting to be let off the hook... what else
could she do, but play into it, give them what they wanted?  It was too
pathetic for anything else.  Her only regret at the end was always that
she'd wasted so much time and emotion on one who didn't deserve it.
She only prayed that when she finally did meet the right one that she'd
open enough to be able to treat him half as well as she did these
jerks.

She had no patience for the majority of men and their "dating game"
antics, always acting as if she were some candidate who had to "win"
them, and had to be interviewed, poked, prodded and compared to others
to see if she would pass muster.  It was a childish game... Megan
decided a long time ago that either you wanted her or you didn't-and if
you couldn't make up your mind, then she wasn't the one.  Some still
managed to slip by this little rule that she'd set up and managed to
drag her into that universal chauvinist "pageant" of sorts, but she'd
cut them off when she'd figured out the game.  Either you were decisive
or you were a player, and she had no interest in dealing romantically
with the latter.

"One more time, Megan: STOP thinking about it! Time to move on, chick!"

She glided down the main drive, picking up speed as she gained distance.
The wind whipped through her wet hair, and slid over her moist skin,
still warm from the hot shower, cooling her down from head to toe.  It
was exhilarating.  "It's really his loss anyway," she thought to
herself as she smiled from ear to ear.

She skated around the park's perimeter for what seemed like a half-hour,
then sped in and bladed around the lake. She loved looking at the water
birds. The ducks, the geese... she always wondered what they thought
about their lives...  could they even think? Time-wasting thoughts.
When she'd burned off her energy, that extra feeling of jumpiness and
frustration brought on each time something like this happened, she
headed back home, completely tuckered out, but also energized, in that
way that only a thorough workout can render one.

2.

She took another quick shower and started to fix herself a snack, when
she noticed the blinking red light on the answering machine.    She
pressed the button to replay her messages, and went back to rummaging
through her half-empty refrigerator.

"Uh, hi... Megan" a familiar deep voice bounded down the hall.  It
sounded nervous... very nervous.

Her ears perked up immediately, her mouth fell open a little, and she
even stopped breathing for a short bit, her head cocked to the side.
"Very pavlovian response," she chided herself playfully, when she
realized her position.  "Then again, very fitting considering..."

"Uh, well, I guess you're not there... I  know it's been a while, but
well, I've uh been meaning to call you, I just..."

"Hello!?," her raspy voice answered breathlessly.  She'd bounded across
the hall breathlessly, rushing to pick up the line.  She struggled in
an effort to hide the obvious signs in her voice.  After what she'd
been through with men recently, there was only one that could bring her
running to the phone like a crazed teenager at this point, and out of
the blue, here he was!

"Sam! Is that you!?"

"It sure is, princess! What's doing?"

His trademark line... nothing ever seemed to change between them; they
always picked up exactly where they left off.

"Nothing doing, stranger! What's doing on your side?"

"Not much...  work couldn't be better; I'm happier than I've been in
years, the money's great... things are good."

Great, the one thing she'd wanted to know about he didn't address!
"Okay, not too eager," she thought to herself..."just play it cool, and
he'll get around to it"

"Oh... and the engagement to Jenny... it's off" he offered.

"Yes!" She of course, thought privately to herself...  then she readily
offered her "condolences (yeah right)" and a shoulder to cry on.

They talked for hours that night.  They'd known each other back in high
school and had stayed in contact all through college.  There was always
an electric attraction there, and truth be told, she'd always been
madly in love with him, from the moment they'd spoken.  He was the
first guy that ever truly made her feel beautiful, and the first one to
show her her potential; for that alone she'd love him forever.  She was
clueless before she'd met Sam, and he'd never taken advantage of that.
He was 3 years her senior and took every opportunity to tell her how
pretty she was, how good her hair smelled, how smart she was... little
things like that can make all the difference when you're young and
insecure.  He always took time to help her with her schoolwork,
tutoring her for hours on end if she didn't get something.  He was a
friend and more, treating her like a delicate flower while roughhousing
in the local college hang out with his friends, and she loved him.

He was bigger than Megan, which she loved- he was always working out...
kind of rough around the edges, with a thick New York accent, but the
sweetest soul, and big round grey puppy dog eyes.  After undergrad,
he'd stayed around for a few more years to get his master's then he'd
moved on.  Megan attended his graduation, and the after party, right by
his side the entire time.  Eventually, they lost touch, and she'd heard
through mutual acquaintances that he'd gotten engaged to a daughter of
a family friend.  Not something that he was excited about, but some
kind of family pressure or something.  Hearing it in passing, it made
her feel a little sad inside, especially as she reminisced... the tying
down of such a free spirit... also the fact that if anyone should've
been tying him down, it was her, she'd kidded with herself at the time.
She moved on and didn't think about him much, except for the many good
memories they'd shared.

Megan would never forget the first night he'd spent with her in her
off-campus apartment.  He'd invited her out with him and a few of his
buddies to celebrate the ending of midterms.  She'd always gotten along
better (friendship-wise anyway) with those of the opposite sex, so it
wasn't a strange occurrence for her to hang out with a group of guys at
any given time.  And if she remembered correctly, at this point she
hadn't really made any female friends on campus; she couldn't stand the
idea of "belonging" to one clique or another, so aside from a few older
guy friends, Megan was virtually a loner, socially, for the first year
or two at college.

So they'd all gone out, and at this point, Sam and Meg were an
"unofficial couple," who spent almost every waking moment outside of
class together.  While the guys played around, got drunk and did what
college guys do, they snuggled into their corner of the booth and
kissed, while he held her face for almost the entire night.  His kisses
were so gentle, so sweet, as he caressed her cheeks, telling her how
hot she was, how special.    Their surroundings melted away almost
entirely as she fell into him and those beautiful eyes.  She was 19 at
the time, and he was 22... she always thought it was interesting, even
looking back now, how protective he was of her.  That night, everyone
was drinking; even he'd had one or two beers.  But he'd expressly
forbidden her to have any alcohol.  She was under the legal age
firstly, but also, he didn't want her in a state where she could be
taken advantage of in any way... not even a sip of his beer; he
wouldn't allow it.

So they stayed there, locked tight in that booth, surrounded by drunken,
goofy frat boys and kids from several other local colleges, kissing and
touching so gently, so sweetly.  After about 2 hours of this, it seemed
like they were both going to burst, so they excused themselves and
headed back to campus.  Needless to say everyone else in the booth knew
where they were headed, and were way too drunk to be discreet about it.
Meg ignored them, following Sam with a goofy grin on his face, and
headed out into the night.

The campus was in upstate New York, and as night descended, the air had
become bitingly frigid.  Like an idiot, she'd forgotten to wear her
heavy coat, so she stood there beginning to freeze her buns off while
they waited for the shuttle to whisk them back to campus, since it was
too cold to walk.  Sam, ever the gentleman, took one look at her,
huddled into herself for warmth, opened his coat, grabbed her arm,
swung her into his chest, then closed the big wool pea coat over her
small frame, smiling down at her with those twinkling eyes and perfect
teeth the whole while.  Classic Sam.  They stood there like that, his
arms holding the warmth of the coat around her back, her chest against
his, and his thick hard-on nestled against her stomach, kissing deeply,
their breath turning into frost around them,  until the shuttle pulled
up.

3.

Sam was pretty good at holding his liquor, so by the time they'd gotten
back to her apartment he was still more or less sober.  Every night
before this, he'd always dropped her off with a light kiss on the
forehead and walked back to his place.  He never tried to rush her or
take advantage of the situation, even though she was sure he knew he
could've persuaded her to do just about anything.  This night though,
they'd both gotten so worked up in the bar, it just seemed natural to
invite him in... As he held her there, wrapped around her, she found
herself wondering what it would feel like to have his strong hands
running over her naked skin- something she'd never experienced before
with any man.  Sure she'd made out before...  in high school, and over
the summer, but any fondling was done over the clothes.  Sam though,
the way he treated her, was just so sweet, so endearing.  He was so
much stronger than she was, so protective.  She wanted to give him
something that she hadn't let anyone else experience, and she was dying
to know what it would feel like to have someone other than herself
touching this naked flesh that she'd kept hidden for so long.

As they kissed deeper and deeper on the small porch outside of the
building, his coat still wrapped around her, his dick getting harder,
almost painfully so against her taut stomach, she pulled out her keys,
opened the door, and much to his surprise, pulled him into the building
by the lapels on that warm navy blue coat.  His eyes looked
questioningly, and still surprised into hers as she leaned in for
another kiss in the lobby entrance. He knew that she was ready to take
this to the next level.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, letting them rest on his broad
shoulders, afraid she'd collapse, as his hands wended their way down
the back of the tan, suede miniskirt she'd worn that night, and into
her pink bikini cut cotton panties.  He squeezed her bare cheeks for
the first time, growing harder all the while, and moaning as he rubbed
his cock against her stomach.  Afraid he'd burst right there in the
empty lobby, she broke the kiss, giving him time to slide his hands out
from the skirt, winked at him as she grabbed his left hand, and walked
him up to her door on the 2nd floor.   He was rendered speechless as I
stood in the doorway and pulled him in, a slightly wicked grin on her
face.  He was a little flustered, "Are you sure you're ready, Megan? I
mean, I don't want to force.." She grabbed those thick pink lips of his
with hers and took away all doubts.  He stepped in and slammed the door
shut in his rush to get back to the task at hand.

They embraced, harder this time, clinging, eventually managing to slide
off their coats.  He broke the kiss for a while, suggesting that they
slow down a bit so that they could both appreciate the moment a little
more.  She couldn't argue with that!  So they took a hands off approach
for a while, letting each other cool down for a bit, while they got a
little more comfortable, removing their shoes and socks.  She actually
even changed into that yellow tank top that she had on earlier (the
"lucky" one- now you know why) and some plaid PJ bottoms.  He hung out
in his white tee shirt and jeans, barefoot.  He spread out along the
length of the couch, on his side, and I spooned into him.

We lay like that watching some old movies for a few hours, eating potato
chips as she snuggled into him.  She couldn't get over how great it
felt.  So safe, so warm, to feel this manly figure who loved her so
sweetly, breathing into her ear.  To feel his heartbeat against her
back, the rise and fall of his broad muscular chest, so large against
her small back as he breathed deeply.  The weight of his arm across her
waist, of his hand brushing across her stomach.  The way she could
sense him staring down onto her face and along her body as she
pretended not to notice.  After about an hour of this, they decided to
move into her room, and listen to a little music and talk.

He was a bigger music buff than she was, which is saying a lot,
introducing her to Sinatra,  Jones, Manilow as well as several classic
rock acts.  So they sat on the bed, and listened to some cds and talked
about school, goals and aspirations for a while.  Admittedly, she was
nervous the entire time.  She was 100% comfortable around him, but at
the same time, she wanted so badly for him to make the first move, and
she was worried that he wouldn't.  He was always worried about leading
her astray, and she was afraid that for that reason they'd end up not
doing anything that night-and at this point she more than wanted to,
but didn't want to be too aggressive.

After about another hour of talking about things, it was already a
little past midnight.  They were sprawled out on the bed, facing one
another, laughing about something, when he leaned in, so quickly, she
didn't even have time to react, and kissed her deeply.  They broke the
kiss for a few seconds, looking into each other's eyes, when he scooted
over closer to her, laid his hand on her cheek, and looking her in the
eye still, leaned in for another kiss.  This one lasted for a long
time.

His tongue played over hers, and they lay there, sucking at each other's
lips and tongues for such a long time.  She felt herself growing so
wet; she had to control the urge to reach down between her legs and
start rubbing her clit.

After a few minutes, each was thoroughly intertwined into the other.
His thick meat was pressed against her crotch, and she wanted him so
badly.  He reached his hand down from her cheek and began fondling her
breasts, pinching and pulling at her already swollen nipples.  For the
guys out there: the surefire why to drive her nuts is through her
nipples!  Apparently Sam was a fast learner, and kept at them until she
thought she'd start to cry.  He leaned his beautiful face down, and bit
her nipples gently right through her skimpy tee shirt, then proceeded
to suckle on one tit right through the fabric, causing her to moan out
in utter ecstasy.

Up until that point, she'd had hands on her breasts before, over her
clothes of course.  She'd never felt anything like this though... never
allowed anyone to put their mouth anywhere on her other than her lips
and her neck.  This was amazing to her, the way he sucked on it like a
bottle...  she was wetter than she'd ever been in her life at this
point.  Things were getting so hot, she could barely figure out what to
do.

She gingerly reached out and began to rub his crotch through his pants,
which elicited moans of pleasure as he continued to suckle at her tits
through her shirt, which now had a huge wet spot around each nipple.
She took this as a sign that she should do even more.  She unbuckled
his jeans, and proceeded to slide the zipper down as he squirmed
uncontrollably.  This time though, instead of slipping her hands in
over his boxers and rubbing, she slipped her small hand inside of his
shorts and wrapped them around his thick, heavy cock, which elicited
moans from him, the likes of which she'd never heard before.

"Megan, oh God Megan" he moaned over and over as he bucked against her
hand, fucking it wildly.

He yanked her T-shirt up and began attacking her breasts using those
beautiful pink lips with a ferocity that she'd never seen in him... she
almost came on the spot.  His left hand, which had been lodged in
between her thighs, gently rubbing at the outline of her crotch, wended
it's way into her little panties from the top, causing her to jump.
The first time she'd been touched by a lover on her bare skin.

He was gentle, rubbing all around it, using one finger to slide up and
down from the wetness of her slit, then over her clit.  She gasped each
time he touched her clit, and he seemed to appreciate this response,
rubbing his fingers over her clit gently, again and again as I writhed
in ecstasy, whispering his name as the cds continued playing in the
background.  They touched each other, him sliding up and down her clit,
her giving him a handjob, using his copious pre-cum as lube for what
seemed like an eternity, moaning and kissing each other in a frenzy.

She was so in love with him, and this level of passion only served to
concentrate the emotion.  He quickly removed the remainder of his
clothing at this point, and then helped her remove hers.  Her panties
at this point were sopping wet, to her surprise.  She'd never reacted
this way with anyone else.  Naked now, his hands roamed over every part
of her body, from top to bottom, letting her clit cool off for a while.
Needless to say, it felt absolutely amazing.  She'd dreamt about it
before, but never knew that a man's hands could feel so heavenly.  He
sucked and squeezed and rubbed her everywhere; her back, her thighs,
her calves, her feet, her little toes. Her wrists, her navel, and when
he was done, he flipped her over, and for lack of a better expression,
made love to her ass.  He didn't put anything in it, or rim her
exactly, he just sucked and kissed and nipped at and appreciated every
square inch of it.  He worshipped it for about 15 minutes, and it felt
absolutely amazing.  Afterwards, she did her best to do the same for
him, learning and exploring every facet of his anatomy, the first male
body she'd ever seen completely in the nude.  She examined his thick,
uncircumcised cock, and his heavy balls, covered sparsely with hair.
She even licked at them, and drew one then the other into her mouth, to
see if he'd like it.  He did.  She sucked at the huge head of his cock
for a bit, but not being expert at this- okay, completely clueless- she
gave it up until he could show her how to do a better job of it.  He
seemed to like it though (surprise, surprise) and she kept at it for a
while until he pulled her head off and turned onto his back.  She
massaged his broad back and muscular ass the same that he'd massaged
hers.  As she sat there straddling his back, he groaned loudly, and
flipped over, knocking her off to the side a little, which provided
them with a few laughs.  He positioned her so that she was straddling
his lap, and she leaned over and began sucking on his thick lips.  He
grabbed down onto her waist and slid her down so that her pussy lips
were partially wrapped onto his beautiful cock, her clit sliding
against it with every move.  This position blew her mind.  To have gone
from never being touched by a man to having Sam's gorgeous cock bucking
furiously against her engorged clit in one night was overwhelming.  She
was so hot by this point, sucking his lips, as he looked into her eyes,
sparkling and steely gray, in such contrast to his dark coloring and
thick pink lips.  He stared at her, carefully avoiding penetration as
she moaned in ecstasy, his breath getting more and more shallow, as he
bucked against her clit and she rubbed her slit against him with all
she had.  She came violently that night, her hands running through his
thick black hair, as she sucked on his earlobe and whimpered his name
as she thrashed about, losing control of her body.  He came about a
minute later, still bucking on her tender clit, holding her waist and
her pussy firmly against him, telling her how beautiful she was, how
sexy, how he'd never let her get away.  As his hot cum spurted up
between us, dousing our stomachs, he breathily moaned that he was in
love with her, which she cast aside as something he'd said in the heat
of passion.

Later that night they showered together, kissing each other tenderly as
they washed each other, spending what seemed like an eternity soaping
then rinsing the other's hair and body gently, and touching the entire
time.  As they laid across her bed to sleep that night, and she cuddled
into his muscular arms, fresh and clean, he nuzzled his nose into her
hair and said "I love you, Megan, I really do love you."  she rolled
over to face him, and peering into those grey eyes as best as she could
in the faint moonlight, she kissed him deeply, telling him of her
feelings for him too.

To be continued

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