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NIS: Pieces of Sam (Book I)
Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved


		Chapter Three: Saturday



"Rise and shine, sleepy heads!" Josh's mom was waking us up and I
really wanted to sleep more, but apparently she didn't want two
teenagers camping out in her living room any longer than we had to. It
was like 6:30 in the morning and waking up that early on a Saturday
was unheard of for us, usually his mom just let us sleep until
whenever.

"What are you gonna do today?" Josh asked me fifteen minutes later
while we ate some scrambled eggs.

"I gotta rake the neighbors' yard," I shrugged. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Josh shrugged.

"You wanna help me?" I asked him. "They're going to pay me twenty
bucks. I'll split it with you."

"Oh yeah?" he smiled at that. "Sure."

"No you don't," Mrs. Evans shook her head. "There's a big yard right
outside, young man. You can rake that one."

"Mom!" Josh whined and I smiled at him.

"And save the leaves," she said. "Your father might be sleeping
outside tonight if he doesn't come home soon."

"Dad's not home yet?" Josh grinned and that seemed like a bad idea, so
I just ate my eggs.

"Not yet," the woman frowned and that explained her kind of bad mood.
"And he'd better have a good reason for it."

Usually Mrs. Evans was pretty easy going, talkative too, but between
waking us up and complaining about her husband, she'd hardly said a
word. We'd thought it was because we'd woken her up when Josh was
tickling me, but plainly she hadn't expected Josh's dad to stay out
all night with his friends.

She looked a little rough too, as if Mrs. Evans hadn't gotten a good
night's sleep. Josh's mom usually looked okay, like anybody else's
mom, except mine I suppose. She was like almost forty or something and
she'd been married before, the same as Josh's dad had been. Her brown
hair had a little gray in it and she had a bit of a tummy going, but
she looked alright mostly. Mrs. Evans wasn't unattractive, but she
sure as heck wasn't a stripper either, put it that way.

On that particular morning though, Mrs. Evans looked kinda frazzled
and her eyes were dark with bags, her usual smile non-existent and I
figured I'd finish my breakfast and go home. She probably didn't need
a guest right then and when Josh's dad came home, I thought she was
going to have something to say to him.

I really hoped he'd run out of gas or something, you know?

"Oh!" I stopped short, barely three steps out the front door because
Mr. Evans was standing right there in front of me.

"Sam! Hey. You're up early," he cleared his throat and looked a little
nervous, as well he might, and I noticed he was avoiding my eyes. Like
he didn't even want to look at me for some reason.

"Hi," I smiled at him. "I was just, um...going home."

"Right. Yeah," he nodded and then looked at his house. "Is Linda
awake?" he wondered, and that was Mrs. Evans' first name, of course.

"Yeah," I giggled, even though I shouldn't have. "I think she's
waiting for you."

"With a frying pan, huh?" he chuckled and made a face.

"Hmmm..." I shrugged and I really didn't know what to say.

"Well, I better go inside and face the music," he said. "I'll see you
later, Sam."

"Okay," I agreed. "Bye."

I guessed it must have been some party if it kept Mr. Evans out until
seven the next morning, but he looked pretty fresh anyway. I mean, his
sandy hair was dark and still wet from a shower it looked like, and he
smelled like soap, not beer. His clothes were kinda wrinkled, but
wherever that party had been, he'd been able to wash up afterwards.
Maybe Josh's mom wouldn't get too mad at him, since Mr. Evans wasn't
like falling down drunk or anything. He hadn't looked drunk at all,
actually, just nervous.

It was none of my business anyway and I walked the three blocks to my
house and let myself inside quietly.

My mom was asleep when I peeked into her bedroom. The door hadn't been
completely closed, otherwise I wouldn't have looked at all, and it was
obvious she'd had company. Not only because the bed was pretty messed
up with the sheets pulled half-way off the mattress, but my mom was
naked and on her tummy. She looked pretty warm too, kind of damp and
sweaty, and the air was heavy and sort of humid with that weird sex
smell. I'd smelled that before, believe me.

Whoever the guy had been, I figured I'd just missed him and that was
okay with me. I covered Mom up with a sheet, frowning at some wet
stains on it, and I knew she'd be passed out for most of the day. That
was the problem with working all night and it kinda sucked only seeing
her for maybe an hour or two every day after school. Weekends were a
little better, but not much.

"Hmph," I found a couple hundred dollars on the dresser, the bills
neatly folded in half and underneath a corner of Mom's jewelry box. At
least the guy had been generous, that was cool. Sometimes they
weren't.

I also found a couple condoms, the used kind, sorta wadded up in a
couple tissues on the floor after I'd stepped on one. That was pretty
gross and I had to pick them up, three of them, and the foil wrappers
they'd been in too. My mom had taught me all about condoms when I was
like eleven years old, or maybe I was ten. Anyway, I'd asked her what
those funny things were in her purse and she'd explained how they go
on a man's penis, even demonstrating with a jumbo hotdog in the
kitchen and then letting me try it a couple times. Mom called them a
girl's best friend.

I closed the bedroom door and seriously thought about going back to
bed myself, but I figured I'd just change my clothes and go see Angie.
It probably would take most of the day to rake her yard and the sooner
I started, the sooner I'd be done. I'd call Josh up after that and we
could hang out or something if his mom wasn't still mad at his dad. I
wished he could come over to my house, but Mom was pretty strict about
that and nobody was supposed to come inside if she was at work. I'd
had a babysitter until I'd turned twelve, which was too old for that
probably, but I think it was mostly just so someone would be there to
keep me company by that time.

When I went to take a shower I found two wet towels on the floor and I
frowned at that. The shower was still wet and obviously Mom hadn't
been using it. Whoever the guy was, he could have at least picked up
his towels, you know? We weren't running a hotel or anything and that
reminded me that I had to do the laundry soon. Sometimes Mom did it,
but mostly I had to and washing clothes was easy, but the ironing and
folding was the part I hated. It was just the two of us anyway and if
Josh couldn't hang out later, well, I'd have something to do after
dinner.

It could be kinda lonely sometimes.

I dressed in some old jeans and they had holes in the knees, but I'd
only be raking anyway, and a red Huskies sweatshirt that had been my
mom's once. It was faded and too big for me, but really soft and I
liked it. Once in awhile, not often, she'd try and get me to try on
her other clothes. Like a thong or whatever, since those are one size
fits all, supposedly. I'd just laugh though and she was okay, making
like it didn't matter what I wore and letting it go. I guess I was
lucky that way.

I left a note, just in case Mom woke up, and slipped outside.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


"Hey Sammy!" Angela opened her door wearing a short bathrobe, the thin
satin kind, all pink with white flowers on it, and I wondered if eight
o'clock was too early to ring her doorbell, but it was too late by
then.

"Hi," I smiled apologetically and I felt kinda dumb standing there
holding a rake. None of the girls at school interested me much, at
least no more than some of the boys did, but I'd liked Angie since the
first time I saw her. She was different than everybody else and I
didn't know why.

"You brought your rake," she laughed lightly. "Cool. You want to come
in?"

"Yeah, um...I didn't know if you had one or not," I explained as I
stepped into the house. "Do you have garbage bags or something?"

"Maybe," the blonde girl said. "I'm making some tea. You want some?"

"I guess. Okay," I shrugged, kicking off my boots, and I looked around
the house as we walked through it.

The first thing I noticed was the smell, you know? Maybe it's just me,
but everybody's house smells differently. Angie's house smelled like
girls. I mean, it just smelled like flowers or something. Perfume, I
guess. Or maybe they just had a thing for air freshener. Anyway, it
wasn't bad and after awhile I got used to it. I wondered what my house
smelled like.

The place was nice enough, but kind of cluttered with books and
magazines. There were framed posters on the walls, mostly old movies
like Casablanca and Dracula, and some actors and singers and stuff
like that. The furniture was old and well-used, but clean anyway. They
had a big blue beanbag chair, that was pretty cool, and an aquarium
with angel fish in it, a small television on a metal stand, and the
stereo was already on, playing some dance music, but not very loud or
anything. Three college girls shared the house, so I guessed that was
how it should look.

"I have some bagels too," Angie smiled over her shoulder. "Do you like
cream cheese?"

"I don't know," I said, smiling back at her as we stood in the
kitchen.

"I love the stuff," she giggled. "But I think it makes me fat. Do I
look fat to you?"

I blinked at the girl as she sorta pulled her robe open at the hips,
leaving her breasts mostly covered, but exposing her flat tummy and
thin waist. She wore tight pink panties with a little white bow in the
front. I could see some light brown hair curling around the edges as
Angie shifted her weight from one leg to the other and they were
really long. Her legs, I mean. They were pale and smooth and she was a
tall woman, like 18 or maybe even 19 years old, and definitely not fat
at all. She was thin all over except for her boobs which were pretty
obviously nice sized, even hidden under her bathrobe

"No. You look really, uh...nice." I swallowed hard and looked away from
her, feeling my face burning and I knew I must have been pretty red.

"Good!" Angie smiled at my reaction and I figured it was a girl thing.
Like it wasn't a big deal and my mom was the same way, sorta, but it
still seemed kinda weird to me. "You can take off your coat. Just put
it on a chair."

"Okay," I agreed, happy to have something else to do besides stare at
her, and she started fixing some cups for us while I shrugged out of
my army coat.

"That's a pretty cool jacket," Angie said. "Where'd you get it?"

"What? My army coat? Oh, uh...It was my dad's," I told her. "A long time
ago."

"Oh," she nodded at that. "He was in the army, huh? Do you want sugar
or anything?"

"I never had tea," I laughed nervously.

"Really?" Angie smiled at that. "Okay. I'll fix it for you then. I
like it with honey. It's good."

"Yeah, my dad was in the army," I answered her previous question and
kinda looked around.

The kitchen looked like anybody's kitchen, I guess, but it smelled
sweet. Like apple cider kinda and that was a smell that went pretty
good with the dark wood cabinets and all the countertops were like
little reddish-orange tiles. If it wasn't for a big silver
refrigerator and a green stove, the place would have looked really old
fashioned. The table was old, one of those heavy country kitchen ones,
all scarred and beat-up, but looking cool because of it. I liked stuff
like that, just because it looked like people really used it.

"Where's he at now?" Angie asked as she placed a cup in front of me.
"It's just you and your mom next door, right?"

"Yeah. Just us," I agreed. "My dad, he was killed, um, before I was
born, so...I never knew him or anything."

"Oh." Angie looked genuinely sad and she put a hand on my shoulder,
kind of rubbing me gently as I sat there. "I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't
have asked."

"Nah. It's okay," I said, looking up at her as she stood next to me.
"It's just what happened. He didn't even know my mom was pregnant."

"He didn't?" she sighed and I felt her fingernails moving through my
hair, lightly scratching at my neck. It felt sort of nice, not
ticklish or anything, but I wasn't really comfortable. Most people
didn't touch other people like that and it seemed strange.

"I guess it was kind of an accident she got pregnant or something," I
shrugged and Angie moved her hand. "He came home for a couple weeks,
after boot camp or whatever, and then he went to the Gulf someplace
and...Just didn't come back."

"Yeah," Angie nodded and she was finally sitting down at the table
with me.

"They were gonna get married," I said and I didn't know why I was
telling her all this.

I hadn't ever told anybody, except Josh and I hadn't told him
everything all at once. It kind of felt good to do it, you know?
Probably I couldn't have said all this to someone I really knew, if
that makes sense. It was better somehow to tell Angie because she
didn't really know anything else about me.

"Why didn't they get married before he left?"

"Cause my mom was still in high school," I smiled self-consciously,
but there wasn't really anything to be embarrassed about. "She was
like barely sixteen. My dad was eighteen already and after Mom
graduated they were gonna get married and all that."

"So they were sweethearts, huh?" Angie smiled at me, leaning on her
left elbow and touching my thigh with her right hand, just stroking me
lightly while we talked. That was kind of nice and I didn't mind it.

"Yeah," I smiled back at her. "But then she found out she was pregnant
and then my dad died like right after that..."

"That's so sad," Angie sighed.

"...and her parents didn't want her to keep me," I said. "They lived in
a small town and all that. Orchard Falls? You know where that is?

"Nope," she gave me a tiny shrug and a smile.

"Yeah, me neither," I nodded. "I've never been there or anything. I
don't know. They pick apples mostly. I mean my mom's family. Like
migrant workers?"

"Oh, okay." Angie nodded and probably I was just boring her.

"Anyway, Mom left that place and came here, to Seattle, and that's
kinda it. Here we are."

"Here you are," she said and we just kind of looked at each other for
a half-minute. "Thank you, Sam."

"For what?"

"For telling me that," Angie gave my thigh a squeeze. "For telling me
about you."

"Uh, okay," I blushed a little and didn't really know what to say
after that.

"Oh! Bagels!" Angie grinned and started getting up. "Let me get those
and try your tea. Tell me if you like it or not."

"Yeah, it's good," I told her after taking a sip and I found out why
the kitchen smelled like apple cider. "It tastes like apples, kinda."

"That's what it is!" she said. "Apple cinnamon. It's good, huh?
Supposed to be healthy too, but who knows, right?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Um...Where's your roommates?"

"Oh! They took off all weekend with their boyfriends," she made a
face. "Don't ask me why."

"Why?" I giggled and Angie put her hands on her hips and gave me a
playful pout.

"Because I wouldn't have a clue," she laughed and popped open the
microwave without waiting for it to buzz.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I wondered and she gave me a curious look.
"I mean, I'm just wondering. You know."

"Nope. No boyfriend yet," she said with a grin. "I never really wanted
one."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes because I wasn't sure what that meant.
She was very pretty, even standing there without any makeup or nice
clothes or whatever. Angie could get a boyfriend in two seconds if she
wanted, probably even faster than that.

"Really," she smiled back at me, placing a plate with two bagels on
the table. "How about you?"

"Me? Uh, no. I don't have a boyfriend or anything," I replied,
watching as Angie spread some of that cream cheese stuff on the
bagels. They smelled good too, like bread sorta, but different. Yeasty
kinda.

"Do you want one?" she asked me and I laughed at that, blushing and
not sure if I even knew the answer.

"I don't know," I decided. "I guess I haven't thought about it very
much."

"Here. Try one of these," she said, pushing the plate a little closer
to me. "You're really cute, Sam. I like that look, you know?"

"My look?" I smiled at her.

"Yeah," she agreed, picking at one of the bagels with her fingers.
"You're different. You have your own thing going."

"Oh. I don't know," I shrugged. "I just, um...I like to look like, uh..."

"Like a boy?" Angie lifted her eyebrows and smiled. I thought she was
teasing me and I bit my lip. "It's okay. I like it. You make a really
cute boy."

"Right!" I rolled my eyes and I was sure she was teasing me now.

"I'm serious!" she said. "Here. You didn't try any of your bagel yet."

"Oh, um..." I didn't have much choice but to open my mouth as Angie tore
off a piece and brought it to my lips.

She smiled at me as she put it gently into my mouth, like placing it
on my tongue. I chewed the bagel slowly and nodded. The bread part was
almost sweet, but the cheese was kinda sweet and sour, or something.
Angie touched my lips with her fingertip, kind of rubbing around my
mouth as I sat frozen, unsure of what was going on. She'd gathered a
little cream cheese on her finger from my lips and I watched as she
brought the finger to her own mouth and sucked it clean, sorta sliding
it between her pinkish lips and then pulling it slowly out.

"I love that stuff," she said softly. "Don't you, Sam?"

"Uh, yeah," I swallowed hard.

"Here..." she scooped a little off her own bagel with her wet finger and
smiled at me, "...Try some more."

"I don't know," I crossed my eyes at her finger and Angie touched it
to my lips and then she was sliding her finger between them.

"You have to lick it too," she breathed. "Get all the cream cheese
off. Yeah. See?"

I didn't know what we were doing, but I did as she told me. What else
could I do? I licked at it, kind of flicking my tongue under and
around the girl's long finger to get the cheese off, and after ten
seconds maybe, Angie pulled it back out. I could feel the cheese
melting in my mouth, taste it kind of creamy and tangy sweet, and
there was still a little bit of white on her finger, so Angie licked
it clean, using her tongue like it was a lollipop while I stared at
her.

"Do you want to try more?" she wondered and I licked my lips.

There was like some kind of connection between us, but I wasn't sure
why or what it meant even. I just felt like we were kinda talking just
by looking at each other, but I didn't know what we were saying. My
heart was thumping and my whole body was warm. Angie was older than
me, a lot older, and really pretty just sitting there in her bathrobe,
and I already knew she just had those pink panties on underneath and...I
could still feel her finger touching my lips.

I could still taste her, kinda, and I couldn't believe she'd done that
and now she was asking me if I wanted to try more? She wasn't talking
about bagels, that's what her smile was telling me, and I was really
nervous. Like scared, you know? Nobody had ever looked at me like she
did or touched me like that, or anything. Part of me liked it a lot.
Just that attention, you know? It made me feel different somehow.
Special.

"I don't know," I said truthfully.

"Okay," she shrugged. "Maybe later, when you get hungry."

"Maybe," I said, blushing a little and Angie laughed.

"Come on! I'll show you the house. You wanna see it?"

"I should, uh...I should probably start raking," I said slowly and I
wanted to look away, but her eyes wouldn't let me.

"Please?" she giggled. "It'll be fun. You'll see. Okay? Come on."

Angie stood up and touched my shoulder with her fingers, sliding them
down my arm until she found my hand, and then she was pulling me
gently to my feet. I did want to go with her, but not for any real
reason. I just wanted her to like me, the way she liked me right then.
I wanted her to keep smiling at me and I felt like I was the only
person in the world for her. I'd never felt like that, not even with
Josh. He'd always been my best friend, but this was different.

"Uh...Downstairs bathroom. Blah!" She grinned at me. "If you've seen
one..."

"...You've seen them all," I laughed as she held my hand and pulled me
along and that was kind of nice, just holding hands like that, except
I was kind of sweaty. Angie didn't seem to notice though and her hand
was warm and soft.

"Here's the living room, we've been here already. Over there's a
closet," Angie rolled her eyes. "Pretty exciting. Let's go upstairs.
All the cool stuff is up there."

"I thought all the cool stuff was right here," I said, smiling at her
and hoping that didn't sound as stupid as I thought it did. That was
about as brave as I could get.

"Right here?" Angie smiled, but she didn't get it and then she did.
"Oh! Hmmmm...I get it. You like my bagels, huh?"

"Uh, yeah," I laughed, hoping her bagels were something else besides
her bagels.

"You can have all the bagels you want, Sam." She grinned at me as we
went up the stairs and I was pretty lost. "Oh! Check this out..."

She opened a door and it was a bedroom, but like after a tornado hit
it or something. There were clothes everywhere! Some of them were
folded, I guess, but mostly they were just tossed around. The bed was
unmade and half the drawers in the dresser were pulled out. It looked
like in the movies, when they search a room or something, you know?

"Is this, um...Your room?" I asked, just because I didn't want to say
anything really stupid if it was.

"What? No way!" Angie laughed and she just walked right in, letting go
of my hand so I wiped my sweaty palm on my jeans real quick.

"Cool," I nodded, standing in the doorway because I had no idea whose
room it was, you know?

"This is Tricia's room," she explained. "Don't worry, it always looks
like this. You can come in. You can't hurt anything."

"Oh, I'm fine," I smiled sheepishly.

"Hey! This is mine!" Angie retrieved a pink bra from the bed and
sniffed it. "God! She always takes my stuff! I was looking for this."

"It's nice," I said, since Angie was holding it up and she looked like
she expected me to say something for some reason.

"Yeah," Angie giggled. "It goes with my panties. Should I put it on?"

"Oh!" I blinked at her.

"I'm teasing," she wrinkled her nose at me. "I never wear a bra in the
house. It's like the first thing I take off, you know?"

"Okay."

"I guess you didn't need to know that," Angie stuck her tongue out at
me. "Come on, I'll show you Janelle's room."

Janelle's bedroom was better, except it smelled funny. Like burnt
weeds or something. It wasn't cigarettes, I knew that, because Mom's
clothes smelled like cigarettes sometimes and I hated it. This was
like...Something else. Marijuana maybe? I didn't know and I was afraid
to ask. I didn't know anything about drugs except just say no.

"Cloves."

"What?" I looked at Angie and she made a face at me.

"You can't smell it?" she asked. "Janelle gets these cloves
cigarettes. We don't let her smoke in the house, but she does anyway."

"I smell it," I nodded. Like how could I not smell it? I was going to
sneeze in a second and I had to scrunch up my nose.

"She thinks it's cool or something," Angie shrugged. "Like she wants
to be French or whatever."

"She does?" I smiled at her and then I did sneeze!

"Gesundheit!"

"Thanks," I blinked at her, kinda sniffing and grateful that it wasn't
a messy sneeze. "I think I'm allergic to cloves."

"Me too!" she laughed. "Anyway, at least she's not a slob, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded and Janelle's room was pretty clean, at least her
clothes were put away. I don't know, I guess I didn't really care
about Angie's roommates too much.

"Pretty boring, huh?"

"Where's your room?" I wondered as we left Janelle's and I was glad
when Angie closed the door.

"You wanna see my bedroom?" She tilted her head and some golden hair
fell across her big blue eyes. Angie looked even prettier all of a
sudden, innocent kinda, like an angel.

"Yeah, but..." I smiled nervously because going to a girl's bedroom was
kinda serious. Almost every sex story I'd ever heard at school
involved a girl's bedroom, you know? And Angie hadn't just asked me if
I wanted to see it; her eyes and her smile, all of her had been asking
me if I wanted to...

"But what?" she giggled softly, closing the door to Janelle's room.

"I never did this," I told her and I could barely get the words out
because my mouth was so dry.

"You never went to a girl's bedroom before?" Angie took my hand again.
"That's okay. You just gotta promise not to laugh, okay?"

"Okay," I nodded seriously. "I won't."

"Better not!" she laughed at me as she led me to another door, this
one already open and we walked inside.

"You've got a nice bedroom," I said, and I meant it. "I like the
smell."

"My room smells?" she narrowed her eyes at me.

"Um," I felt warm again, like I had all morning. "It smells like you
kinda."

"Me?" she asked with a giggle. "Now I smell?"

"What? No! I mean, just...um, you smell good. Like baby powder kinda.
It's nice."

"Oh!" Angie smiled. "I took a bath. Do I smell like strawberries?"

"Yeah," I nodded quickly, just happy to be off the hook. Talking to
girls was a lot harder than I thought it would be!

"You smell nice too," she grinned at me.

Her bedroom overlooked the front yard and the street outside through
yellow lace curtains. The whole room had kind of a sunny glow and
beneath the window there was an oddly shaped shelf filled with teddy
bears, like two dozen of them in all shapes and sizes, sitting up and
facing the room. Angie had a brass bed, not too big and not old
either, it was one of those kinds that are just supposed to look old.

Angie had a dresser and a bookshelf, a small desk with a laptop on it.
She had posters on the walls; one of them was a Victoria's Secret
poster, a real one like you see at the mall, with Stephanie Seymour in
a red bra and panty set. It was surrounded by about fifty pictures of
the supermodel, cut out from different magazines and catalogues and
taped up like a huge collage. It was strange and kinda funny. I
giggled when I saw it and Angie laughed too.

"I kinda have a thing for Stephanie," she told me with a little shrug.
"Hey! See my bears? Come here..."

Angie led me to the window, still holding my hand.

"I have twenty-six of them," she told me. "Everybody knows I like
teddy bears. This one is my favorite."

She reached for a brown one, kinda middle-sized, with a little golden
card hanging around its neck by a thin gold chain. She smiled at me
and whispered in the bear's ear for a second, making me giggle as that
seemed pretty strange. She kissed the stuffed animal and then handed
it to me.

"It's really soft!" I smiled at her, stroking the bear's fur. I opened
the card, "I Love You" it said in flowing script.

"Yeah," Angie nodded her head happily. "Isn't he great? I can't keep
him though."

"What?" I scrunched up my nose. "Why not?"

"Because I bought him," the girl giggled. "So I have to give him away.
You can't buy your own teddy bear."

"You can't?" I laughed at her and Angie shook her head.

"Nope," she said. "That's seriously bad luck. Especially for the
bear!"

"Oh!" I had no idea what that meant. "Why is it bad luck for him?"

"Because he doesn't have a name yet," Angie told me. "Only his person
knows what his name is."

"His owner?"

"No! You can't own a teddy bear!" she said with a playful pout. "I
just told you that."

"Oh, um...I guess you better find out who his person is then," I grinned
at her and Angie nodded.

"I better, huh?" she said happily. "Do you like teddy bears?"

"I guess," I shrugged. "I never had one or anything. I mean, I wanted
a G.I. Joe when I was little, but Mom wouldn't..."

"So you need a bear!" Angie laughed. "That's what you're telling me?"

"I don't know." I felt kinda dumb. Like what kid never had a teddy
bear?

"What? You get to name him too," she nodded, like I'd already agreed.
"What's his name, Sam?"

"Nah. I can't take your bear, Angie." I tried to give it back, but she
rolled her big blue eyes at me.

"Too late!" she laughed lightly. "I already gave him to you."

"Ummm..." All of a sudden my heart was going even faster and Angie was
closer now.

I held that incredibly soft teddy bear to my chest and I didn't move
when her hand found my hip. We were talking again, with our eyes, and
I knew she wanted to kiss me. I wanted to kiss her too, but I'd never
kissed anybody before and...Angie's fingers went into my hair and around
to my neck and she was pulling me forward gently, slowly as she bent
her face towards mine.

She kissed me and my eyes were closed. Her lips were moist and soft,
like I was only imagining being kissed, and it lasted barely a second
before it was over. Just a little kiss on the lips, that's what she'd
given me, but inside that kiss seemed to explode. My heart was too big
and my tummy too small, and my lungs forgot how to breathe as I stood
there. I didn't even realize my eyes were still closed until Angie
spoke.

"Did you think of a name yet?" she whispered and the girl's breath
tickled my ear. She was holding me, hugging me gently with that teddy
bear trapped between us.

"Josh," I said, opening my eyes and looking into Angie's. "I'm going
to call him Josh. Okay?"

"Yeah," she smiled at me, pulling some black hair out of my eyes.
"That's a good name. He'll like it."

"Do, um..." I swallowed thickly and a little shiver went through me. I
was so scared for some reason, but happy too, and excited, and I
didn't know what else. I felt too big inside, like I was growing
somehow, and I couldn't contain it all in my little body.

"Hmmm?" Angie's left hand was under my sweatshirt, holding my waist
and she gave my bare skin a tender squeeze.

"Do you want to kiss me again?" I asked, praying that she wouldn't
laugh at me, because if she did I was going to die!

"Uh-huh," she replied without even a giggle. "Do you want to kiss me?"

"Yeah," I nodded quickly. "I think so."

"Come here," Angie said, bringing us to her bed and smiling as we sat
down. A minute later, without really thinking about it, we ended up
laying side by side on on her yellow comforter, facing each other and
still smiling.

Angie took my new bear from me gently, giving his nose a little kiss
and then propping him up against the wall and out of the way. I was
still dressed and Angie still wore her robe and when her hand touched
my thigh, stroking me through my jeans, I did the same. I found her
warm, soft skin with my fingers and I just rubbed Angie slowly,
exploring that small part of her while we looked at each other. When
my hand went higher, finding the hem of her robe, I stopped and Angie
smiled at me.

"It's okay," she told me. "You can touch me. You can be my boyfriend,
alright?"

"Okay," I breathed, licking my lips because my mouth was so dry.

"Sam and Angie," she laughed lightly. "That's nice, isn't it? Touch
me, Sam. I want you to."

More than touching, I wanted to kiss her and that's what Angie let me
do. At first our kisses were very soft and my lips stayed closed like
my eyes. I'd seen Mom kiss and be kissed, and I knew about that stuff,
making out and French kissing and all that, but doing it was new.
Angie did it first, maybe because she got impatient with me, but I
didn't think so. I was kissing her mouth and my hand was under her
robe, moving high along her buttery smooth thigh, when I felt her hand
holding my head and then her tongue was playing at my lips. She
tickled me, teased me for several heartbeats until I figured out what
she wanted, and then I finally opened my mouth for the girl.

After that, all we did was French kiss, like we couldn't get enough of
it. I couldn't. Angie's tongue in my mouth felt insanely good and I
tried to do everything she did, learning from her by copy-catting. It
took all of my concentration too, kissing, and so I didn't think too
much about what the rest of me was doing. I mean, my hand went all the
way up her thigh and I blinked and giggled between kisses when I
realized I was kinda holding Angie's butt. I was rubbing her through
her panties and squeezing her and I hadn't even realized it.

"See?" Angie licked her lips and she was catching her breath like I
was. "I told you it was fun, didn't I? You kiss good."

"Do I?" I asked, because I really wanted to believe her.

"Oh yeah," Angie nodded, and her hand was inside my sweatshirt, moving
up and down my back. "I knew you'd be perfect. Ever since the first
time I saw you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, ever since I moved in here I've been thinking about you," the
girl smiled at me and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Wasn't it
obvious?"

"No," I laughed lightly, thinking about how everytime Angie saw me
she'd stop and say hi or whatever.

"Hmmm..." she pouted a little and then smiled, "...I wanted to be obvious.
I wanted you to like me."

"I do like you, Angie," I said seriously. "I like you a lot."

"Me too," she breathed and then we were making out again and this time
we wanted to go farther.

I didn't stop Angie when I felt her hand moving from my back to my
front. I was scared, yeah, but it felt so good and we were kissing and
it was so hard to think about what else she was doing. When I felt her
left hand cupping my right breast, all I felt was wonderful. My
nipples, pink and fat like soft bubblegum usually, were hard by then.
They kinda hurt almost, but I'd ignored it mostly, until Angie found
one and she just pressed her hand against my tit and I groaned into
her mouth. It was like she touched a button and I pushed myself
against the pressure because it felt so good. I'd felt a little of
that with Josh the night before, but this was different. It was better
and Angie knew exactly how to make me feel good.

"Touch me too," she whispered before easing her long, pink tongue back
into my mouth.

That's when I touched another girl's tits for the first time in my
life. I mean, I'd touched my mom's before, after she got her boob job,
but that wasn't sexual or anything. She just wanted me to check out
her new tits. Touching Angie was totally different and it should have
been, right? I was so scared she'd change her mind, or that I'd do it
wrong, or that I'd hurt her somehow. But none of that happened as I
opened the front of her robe and slipped my hand inside to feel her
warm, soft flesh.

Angie's breasts were amazing. They were perfect, I thought. Not
perfectly round, but shaped like big pale teardrops kinda and topped
with long, dark nipples. Stiff ones too! They were really different
than mine and as I played with her left tit, her nipple would kinda
bend, one way or the other, and then snap back so it pointed straight
out. I liked just moving my palm over it. Not touching her breast at
all, but just her nipple, and then Angie would have to push forward
with her shoulder and thrust her boob against my hand so I would grab
it and squeeze her the way she wanted me to.

I was learning and we made out for an hour like that, I swear. All we
did was kiss and touch each other's tits. Angie finally had my
sweatshirt pulled up and over my smallish breasts and I had her robe
wide open, and we finished just making out with our bodies pressed
tightly together. Her arms were around me and I was holding Angie, and
I could feel her nipples pressing into my skin. A few times, when we
were catching our breath, we'd look down and Angie would move so that
her nipple would find mine and I'd giggle as she twisted her body and
worked her tit so that our nipples rubbed together. Hers was so long
and dark and mine was puffy and pink, and I thought it was sexy.

"I love your tits, Sam," Angie whispered at one point, somewhere in
the middle of all that, and I remember it clearly because that was the
first time I'd ever looked at my breasts without feeling ashamed of
them.



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