3 comments/ 21224 views/ 2 favorites The Hymen Theory Ch. 01 By: seriouswriter12 Thanks coloryourworld for the edit... ===================== "Spaghetti with meatballs. Something is not right." Not bothering to look up and completely ignoring the comment, Samantha Morris continued grating cheese on her pasta. "Want some?" "Maybe later," her roommate replied, sitting on one of the four kitchen stools attached to the breakfast bar and explained, "Imogen demanded a five-course meal which she enjoyed with gusto and no amount of dancing and sex can digest it off completely." "Sheer talent," Sam concluded with a pensive sigh then started eating, "Of course, no calorie will dare touch her. Some people are lucky that way. They can eat whatever they want and not gain any weight at all. Unlike me who will forever carry the extra ten pounds however long I slave away at the gym. " Chris Abbot merely gave her a look. The kind that asks 'what the hell is going on with you?' and she chose to ignore it. The last thing she wanted to do right then was to remember Stuart. And what he was doing inside his apartment when she arrived. It doesn't take a genius to know what groaning and moaning means. Especially when punctuated with a woman's screams of 'Oh Yesssss! More! Deeper! Yesssss Stuart!' But stupid her decided to open the door using the key he gave her a month before, hoping against hope to see something completely different. Like Stuart watching porn where the actor has the same name. But when she walked in, all those hopes vanished. Stuart, in all his naked glory, was mounted over someone like a dog in heat, undoubtedly getting it on with a familiar-looking redhead on the carpeted floor of his living room. His eyes were closed and he was grunting so loudly he did not even hear her come in. And Sam just stood there clutching her heart in disbelief. It felt like everything suddenly appeared in slow motion. Even Stuart's thrusting which could have been funny if her heart hadn't been breaking. She lost whatever voice she had and couldn't even manage a yelp of protest. God, she is such a loser. "No you're not." Sam glanced at Chris and realized that she actually said that fact aloud. To her housemate who never -- not even once -- experienced this sort of thing before. Women gravitate towards him like moths to a flame. Tall, muscular and movie-star gorgeous, Chris is the quintessential hunk. One look at the man's wavy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes fringed with unbelievably long and thick eyelashes and the female species of this planet go nuts. He can literally have anyone he wants and right now the chosen one is a French-American, Charlize Theron look-a-like supermodel named Imogen Bradley. Her bikini-clad body is on billboards and magazine covers for everyone to see and her hand-me-downs sell thousands of dollars on E-bay. Imogen is truly red-hot. Besides their complementing perfect looks, the couple apparently has a fantastic sex life too. The model bragged about it in FHM, calling Chris her very own Energizer Bunny. Mona, her researcher, endlessly teases Sam about having an 'Energizer Bunny' for a roommate. Of course, beneath the teasing, Mona is just plain envious. As expected, her researcher is into Chris too. So much so that Mona insists on dropping by her place almost daily and stays until the wee hours of the morning hoping Sam would ask her to sleep over which will never happen because unbeknownst to Mona, Sam and Chris have a couple of Housemate Agreement... and Rule Number One is: No Sleep Over's Of Any Kind. Translation: No lover, family or friends are allowed to spend the night. Simply put, kindly have sex in your lover's house not here. If either of them have a relative coming, book him/her/them to a hotel. Or if a friend is in crisis, suffer somewhere else. The agreement may sound cold but it works. The house is their sacred place. And it should always remain that way. It's not like their arrangement isn't unusual enough as it is. A man and a woman not romantically involved but living in one house, up to this day, remained to be a constant curiosity among their respective peers; the male dominated group of Chris and Sam's writer and publisher friends. An ex-NFL Quarterback turned bar-owner and a children's book writer sharing a house will often be questioned. Add the gender and personality differences and it is quite mind-boggling. But they do get along. Better than everybody expected. Who could have thought that a random ad she published three years ago would bring someone like Chris? Sam had lived alone after her parents moved to Florida and sold their house. From the sale of their other house and chain of convenience store businesses, her parents bought her a two-bedroom studio-type apartment as a gift. Hating the loneliness of living alone, she looked for a housemate. For some unexplainable reason nobody paid any attention to her ad. Then after almost a month of waiting, Chris came to see the house and meet her 'boyfriend' Sam. He obviously did not expect Sam to be female. And when he did learn that she was indeed Sam, Chris quickly wanted to leave. But there was something about the ex-NFL player that made her feel at ease. Maybe it's Chris' way of looking directly in her eyes when they talk. It could also be because her Dad, who's an excellent judge of character, was a huge fan of the injured NFL player. Whatever the exact reason was, she immediately liked Chris. The no-malice, totally platonic kind of like. So she convinced him to be her housemate. It didn't hurt that his about-to-open bar was just a block away from her apartment and that the second floor of the building he bought which he originally planned on renovating to be his flat, became the much-needed stock/supplies room instead. So he moved in a week later. And they've been living together ever since. Sam sighed. "I am." "You are not a loser Sam," Chris insisted, reaching over her plate to pick up a meatball and took a small bite on it. He made an appreciative sound as he chewed. Sam's spaghetti with meatballs is out of this world. Pushing her plate towards Chris, the brunette pleadingly groaned. "Please ignore me. " "Meaning you don't want to talk about it huh." Sam watched him eat for a full minute before answering. "I'd most likely blab about it non-stop for days anyway, being the over-analytic psycho that I am but not now. It still hurts so much." Chris wisely shut his mouth. Three years of living together let him know the woman beside him really well. And the way to handle an upset Sam is to give her some "quiet time". He gave Sam's plate his undivided attention for a while, ignoring his still-full stomach's protests. When everything was all gobbled up, he straightened and unceremoniously reached out to give the all-too silent woman beside him a hug. Quiet time was over. Sam, as if on cue, burst into tears. He patiently listened as Sam cried her eyes out and haltingly talked about Stuart Jones. Her two-timing boyfriend whom she caught doing it with his next door neighbor. In respect for her, he kept his opinion of Stuart to himself. But he did think Sam can do better than that curly-haired accountant who sniffs weirdly and "resembled that funny guy in Ally McBeal," to quote Sam's quirky researcher Mona. Contrary to how she sees herself, Sam is very pretty. The long, naturally wavy dark-brown hair and gray eyes, plus her alabaster skin..... What a deadly combination. One can get lost in those tresses and eyes. And Sam's perfect complexion, she could model for Neutrogena,Imogen had told him weeks ago, after meeting Sam for the first time. And she's definitely not fat. Sam has curves that won't quit. Some of his male friends actually wanted to date her but aside from the obvious fact that she was committed; Chris won't have any of it. He knows those men well, so well that he's keeping Sam as far away from them as possible. "You know, I have a theory about why Stuart cheated on me." Looking down at Sam's tear-stained face, Chris mentally braces himself for what's to come. His housemate has indeed a tendency to dwell too much on subjects that needn't be taken seriously. In his opinion, Stuart actually did Sam a favor. Then again, that's his opinion and his thinking like a man. To a woman in love, a cheating boyfriend is like a million slaps in the face. "And what is that?" A question he regretted the minute the first word emerged from his mouth. Do not encourage her to expound on that you idiot! "It has everything to do with my unbroken hymen," Sam replied with a loud sniff moving out of his hug. God No. Not this stuff. He is the last person that Sam should be talking to when it comes to this! Chris tried to remember every single female friend of hers that he could call but failed. The quirky Mona fleetingly crossed his mind but he immediately nixed it. Most likely she'd tell Sam to sleep around and to hell with Stuart. The latter part is good enough suggestion but to have random sex just to prove a point to a cheating boyfriend is not. Chris cleared his throat uneasily. Both of them have no siblings to contact for help. "Stuart, obviously, is in need of a more intimate relationship with a woman. And that Lily Johnson is conveniently close and willing to give it to him. So he cheated," Sam continued looking at nothing in particular, too engrossed with her thoughts to notice how uneasy the man beside her was, "Why would he stay loyal to a girlfriend whose idea of passion is a tongue-less kiss when he can bang his next door neighbor whenever?" Chris cringed a little. Too much information that he preferred not to know at all. He could not even imagine Sam and Stuart kissing. "Um, Sam....I don-." "He did try to touch me you know. Under my blouse one time while we were watching a movie but I got so nervous I actually slapped his wandering hand away," the woman interrupted, "Of course if I didn't have an unbroken hymen I would have gladly let him. Perhaps even inside my bra." Chris wanted to cover his ears and hum loudly like a child who refuses to listen. "Are you by any chance drunk?" Sam finally turns to give him a look. "No! I don't drink remember?" Damn. "What exactly is your point? That your hymen is the reason why Stuart cheated?" "Yes!" the brunette vehemently agreed, "Because it's the vagina's conscience!" Chris wished he was drunk. "Sam I'm not the right-." "On the contrary, you are the perfect person to talk about this," Sam interrupted once again, holding both of his hands to most likely trap him into listening to her talk about her freaking hymen. That or Sam somehow sensed his plan to cover his ears and hum loudly. "You see Chris between you and I, you're the one with the most experience. And you will never lie to me. So answer me this: Let's say you meet two different women in your bar, both gorgeous, both sexy, both willing to have sex with you. But the catch is one of them is a virgin. Who will you choose to bed?" "If a great fuck is just what I'm looking for, I'd choose the non-virgin. But if I'm looking for a possible hook-up that can turn into a relationship, I'd still choose the non-virgin." Sam rolled her eyes heavenward. "Sometimes Chris you can be such a guy. What I'm trying to explain here is that Stuart obviously had the relationship thing going with me but a great f...er, sexual partner I'm not. So he strayed. And I can't give him the physical side that he's craving because I still have my hymen intact. And the hymen urges me to do the right thing however outdated it may sound and that is to have it broken on my wedding night. Not only does my hymen guard my virginity, it also is the conscience that nags me to do the right thing." Over thinking is never good. "Hate to ruin your hymen theory Sam but I think the reason why you can't do it with Stuart is because you don't really love him." "Of course I love him!" "Right, that's why you can't even French kiss the man." Not that he can blame Sam for it. No woman in her right mind would French kiss Stuart. He sighed. "Basically you're not ready yet for physical intimacy. Just accept it." Sam let go of his hands. "It's my hymen Chris. I tell you, once it's broken everything will fall into place. Even French kissing will feel right." "Then if it asks you to marry someone go do it," he told her exasperated with the topic. "No." "No what?" "No I won't marry ASAP. What a ridiculous thought Chris!" Sam protested then straightened, "I will just break my hymen." Chris gave her a look as if she's grown two heads or something. "What?" "I will lose my virginity. I will live unafraid from now on. With a broken hymen, I am free to enjoy my sexuality to the fullest. No more holding back, no more slapping of wandering hands... and yes, a date filled with lots of French kissing too." Now why would that bother him? It shouldn't really. Sam is an adult. A twenty-nine year old adult. She can do whatever she wants. And if French kissing every minute or fucking senseless whoever she fancies from now on is the lesson she learned from a failed relationship, then so be it. And when his friends get hold of this piece of news, Sam needn't look too hard for willing partners. Chris frowned a little with that thought. Sam is too wholesome to sleep around. She can't even say the word fuck for God sakes! "And you will help me Chris." Over his dead body. There was no way in hell he would help Sam look for Mister Hymen Breaker. Much less for future fuck buddies. "Leave me out of this Sam." Sam took a deep breath. "I can't. I need you Chris." "No you don't." The brunette nodded. "Yes, I do." Chris scowled at her. "You want that hymen broken then YOU do the searching. I won't look for you Sam!" "There's no need to look. I know the perfect man to break it for me." If possible, Chris' scowl turned fiercer. "Then tell him yourself. Don't pull me into this." "I'm about to. But he's still too busy being negative about it to listen." A full second passed before the entire meaning of what Sam said registered in his mind. And when it did, he gaped at her in shock. "I want you to break my hymen Chris,' Sam confirmed reaching for his hands again, "I want you to be my first." I AM THE HONORED HYMEN BREAKER. "Hell no!" The Hymen Theory Ch. 02 "Why?" Chris yawned at Sam who stood in front of him; arms crossed wearing a slight frown on her face. He glanced at his bedside table, squinted to focus at the alarm clock and saw its thirty minutes after four in the morning. "I mean why 'hell no' Chris?" Sam continued, "You sounded and looked SO against breaking my hymen! Well hello it is MY hymen and I have the final say who will break it. And I chose YOU." Chris sat up groggily. "And you just brought up the question NOW?" He did thought Sam gave up on her crazy Theory and his supposed participation in it a week ago when she calmly accepted his refusal. He certainly saw his housemate nodded in acquiescence then spent the remainder of that night cooped up inside her room. Days after, Sam either spent time with Mona finishing her latest manuscript or locked inside her room doing God knows what. "Duh. I offered space which gave you enough time to think things over before plunging in again!" Therefore, she decided the right time is now. Sam actually barged inside his room, at FOUR THIRTY in the morning, to have this follow-up conversation. "A week after and the answer is still NO." Looking very frustrated, the brunette uncrossed her arms and sighed. "Believe me Chris if this is not important to me I will not insist at all. I tried every darn thing I could think of to get rid of this... this hymen but nothing worked. Mona's suggestions-." Hearing the researcher's name completely woken Chris up. "What exactly did Mona suggested?" Sam blushed. "Well....she gave me a few, um, interesting vegetables to experiment on." "And the cucumber failed." It is not a question. "Yes." Defeated sigh. "So thus the eggplant. Honestly, pushing those veggies inside me had been a demeaning experience. Add embarrassing, depressing and well, since I am being very honest here...itchy and painful." Sam cringed. "Besides, I really do prefer, um, the real thing you know?" "Penis," Chris said bluntly, "You prefer a man's cock." "Yes," Sam confirmed as bluntly then swallowed hard, "YOURS to be exact." Chris cursed feeling the heat on his face. Great. Sam just made him blush. Of all possible reactions to have....FUCK. "For your sake I'd rather not be the man-." "You're blushing," Sam interrupted moving closer to the bed to peer at him curiously. Double fuck. "No." "Yes you are," the brunette insisted, sitting on the bed. "You are SO red." Chris frowned at her in irritation. "Cut it out Sam. I never blush." "Spare me the macho act Chris," Sam replied rolling her eyes, "People blush, it is a normal phenomenon. What is abnormal is your reluctance to help me." "You just have to insert that huh." "One night is all I'm asking Chris, no strings attached. Just free me from my vagina's conscience forever. Help me become the kind of woman that I am supposed to be. Help me become date-material, the type that welcomes groping and French kissing. Make me somebody fun. Make me a promising one-night-stand!" The woman is actually glowing at the end of her speech, Chris noted in disbelief. If Stuart dreamed of living longer, he had better disappear. If that whacko did not cheat, Sam would still be her old, sensible self. Hymen intact and all. "I can't." "Can't or won't?" "Both." "I thought we're friends." The hurt in Sam's voice is unmistakable. "We're actually more than that, we're family. I care a lot about you." Chris seriously replied hating himself for hurting Sam in anyway. "Then why won't you help me?" Chris gave her a measuring look. "Because sex can ruin everything. What we have right now is too precious to gamble on and taking your virginity is that: a huge gamble. However willing you are right now, fact is you remained a virgin at your age because you treasured it so much. You are not a one-night stand and never will be." "But I can be that Chris! I can be hot and, and... sexual as,um, Imogen! I just have to get rid of my virginity," Sam insisted. "I am twenty-nine years old. I lived a closeted life so to speak and you know that. The very reason why I chose you to be my first was that you were part of my safe, dependable life. YOU were safe and dependable period. I never wanted some random man Chris, not even Stuart who I dated for a year. I wanted YOU. My hymen deserved that, it deserved someone familiar who I trusted completely. You got me right?" He did not answer. "Are you worried about Imogen?" Sam tentatively inquired. "No." "Good because you do not have to. I am not a threat Chris. I never, not even once, looked at you that way. I meant of course I love you but I am NOT in love with you. You are not my type at all. You are just going to help me change my life. Consider deflowering me as strictly platonic." Chris snorted. "Now I know your totally crazy Sam. There is no such thing as platonic sex! Two people fuck because they want to. It is more than trusting a person. It is feeling the attraction, the lust. The urge to hump and pump someone or vice-versa. Trust me; Passion can never be platonic." He shook his head. "Not possible." Sam pondered on what the man beside her said then took a deep breath. "You are so right. I cannot expect you to have sex with me because you are not even remotely attracted to me. Without attraction, there will be no erection: The Golden Rule of Sex. I may want my hymen broken but just because I want to get rid of it, it does not guarantee that I can arouse you. Or vice-versa." She grew silent for a full minute then snapped her fingers. "I think I got it!" "Got what?" Chris asked warily. His head was still processing Sam's last words about the Golden Rule of Sex and here she will go blurt out another one. Wherever she got these thoughts truly boggles the mind. HIS specifically. The brunette beamed at him. "I have to find someone I am truly attracted to -- who's also attracted to me - THEN sleep with him! A man I really want to have sex with, who will definitely make me want to French kiss him senseless. The mere fact that he arouses me means that my vagina trusts him enough to let him do sexual things to me. No offense meant to you of course." Of course. Chris scowled as he watched Sam happily looking at nothing in particular. He will bet his entire life savings that she is in the first stage of putting her idea to work already. Like mentally skimming a list of everyone she knows and the people that these 'everyone' can set her up on a date. Someone attractive enough to get a response from her vagina and whom she will French kiss senseless. Fuck senseless. "Hey Chris, is Tim still unattached?" "Tim? Tim Johnson? My bar manager Tim Johnson?" He is this close to yelling and he does not even know why. "Yes. Whenever I saw him, he always seemed to check out my huge butt. However, he did not appear disgusted at all. He actually looked like he enjoyed staring at it." Chris gritted his teeth. Effective immediately Tim is going to take an extended leave. He will make sure of it. "What about Brian? Brian Dudry I mean. Does his band still play at the bar?" This virginity thing is getting out of hand. No, SAM is getting out of hand, Chris decided. She is so adamant to lose it that she is now considering HIS crowd as potential hymen breakers! Tim? What is she thinking? Tim would fuck a pole dressed as a woman for heaven's sake! Brian? He fucks anyone who will gush about his trashy music! "Or Rudy-." Sam just named one of his bartenders who happen to be bisexual. Imagine her face if Rudy proposed a threesome and the third party is another man. Chris snorted. If he will not put his foot down, Samantha Elizabeth Morris might even ask about his DJ and her hooking up with the fastest zipper ever known is unacceptable. He really has no choice. "I will do it." Sam glanced at him. "What?" "I said I will do it." "Do what?" she asked in confusion, her mind obviously focused on his remaining employees. Chris frowned in annoyance. "I will fuck you." "What!" "Yes. I will be your hymen breaker." He will fuck her senseless if it is the last thing on earth he will ever do. Sam will get arouse all right. She will be so arouse she will forget about Tim, Brian, Rudy and even that sonofabitch Stuart Jones. It may feel wrong but the thought of those other men doing Sam is enough to make him reach a decision. HE will break Sam's hymen NOT Tim, Brian, Rudy or Stuart. Him, ONLY him. Satisfied with his final decision, Chris smiled at Sam. "So, when are we going to say goodbye to your hymen?" The Hymen Theory Ch. 03 One month. Chris nodded absent-mindedly as he pretended to understand what Imogen was talking about the entire time their having dinner. He tried focusing, really did, but thoughts of a certain brunette with hymen issues kept on insinuating inside his head. And the unanswered question of why in the hell did a whole month pass without Sam ever mentioning their agreement? Did she change her mind? Or did she find someone else to break her hymen? Chris scowled at the thought. No fuckin' way! They made an agreement, no one but him will do the deed. If Samantha Elizabeth Morris approached either Tim, Brian or Rudy behind his back all hell will break loose. And three men will be unemployed by tomorrow morning. "Hey, you look absolutely angry just now. Are you okay?" Or did Sam get back together with Stuart? Fuck! That sonofabitch- "Hello, earth to Chris. Come in Chris..." Snapping to attention, he forced a smile at Imogen who minutes before they walked inside this restaurant gave him a masterful blowjob in the car. Imogen, his supermodel girlfriend who bragged on a man's magazine how fantastic their sex life was and called him an energizer bunny for his tremendous staying power. Chris gritted his teeth behind the fake smile. So how in the hell could Sam choose Stuart over him? "Sorry. My mind wandered a little." "Am I boring you?" He shook his head. "That will never happen." "I know," Imogen agreed then smiled seductively at him, "You love my mouth so much." An almost smile appeared in Chris' face hearing the naughty comment. How many men would kill to be in his shoes right now, dating a gorgeous supermodel that has an extremely talented mouth? His friends had been envious as hell. Imogen was a hot topic in every single poker night he attended ever since they hooked up. Even Sam would gush about Imogen... "Oh look who just came in with a date! Sam!" Sam? "I thought you said she broke up with that man?" Imogen wondered aloud, still looking at the restaurant's entrance in avid interest. Whipping his head around to see, Chris was met by a vision of Sam and Stuart walking with a waiter towards the table a few feet away from theirs. "She did." "Well, from the looks of it, they must have gotten back together," his girlfriend said with a small laugh, "The funny looking man cannot take his eyes off Sam. I cannot blame him though, she looks great! This is the first time I see your roommate wear a dress that short." Too short, Chris decided frowning at the expanse of well-shaped legs shown to perfection by the black off-the-shoulder dress Sam was wearing. Not only did it enhance her long-legged frame, the dress also managed to show off Sam's perfect complexion. And oh yeah, all her curves that won't quit were displayed too. "Mona must have been the one to pick it for her. Sam would never buy a dress like that. She had a long-standing commitment to jeans and t-shirts." "Kudos to this Mona person then," Imogen cheerfully replied, "if not for her, I would never know Sam had that size breasts. I always thought she was flat-chested." The dress did mold the aforementioned twins in full glory. Chris narrowed his eyes in disgust. Way to seduce a moron ex-boyfriend, he thought sarcastically, show off your 36-C tits. The sonofabitch looked like he cannot wait for dinner to end.... "Hey, Sam just smiled at us. She finally saw us." Chris deliberately turned his back and faced Imogen. "Want to leave?" "We still haven't eaten dessert yet." Pause. "And you just snubbed Sam." "I did not snub anybody." "Yes, you did. She was smiling at us and I was waving at her while you turned your back and did not acknowledge her at all. Sam actually looked surprise. What's up with you?" "Nothing," he said with a shrug, "She would want an uninterrupted date. So I'm backing off." Imogen did not look convince at all but tactfully let his explanation slide. The subject could have ended smoothly if not for Sam materializing behind him a few seconds later demanding why. "Hey jerk, did you not see me over there?" the brunette inquired sitting unceremoniously at the available chair beside him then turned to wink at Imogen, "Hi gorgeous." "Hi Sam, you looked gorgeous yourself tonight." "I attended a writer's shindig a couple of hours ago which required me to dress up. Problem was I totally forgot about it and had to borrow one of Mona's. Then it must have been my lucky day because lo and behold when I arrived at the party I discovered that my cheater ex was a friend of a colleague of mine," Sam rolled her eyes, "On top of that my ride, Mona, disappeared to God knows where and this colleague of mine who I will never, ever see again much else consider a colleague after this mishap decided to play cupid and almost physically forced me to accept a ride home care of cheater ex. So I had no choice but to accept. Forget politeness though, cheater ex just insisted to have dinner together and bringing me here was the last straw. I am leaving. That is if you could give me a ride. Or just accompany me until I am safely inside a taxi." She discreetly glanced at the table she left to supposedly say hi to Chris and sighed in relief to see Stuart holding the menu and talking to the waiter. Imogen was about to reply when her cell phone rang. She answered the phone, leaving Sam and Chris a few minutes to themselves. "Try saying no for a change." Sam reached for Chris' glass of left-over wine and took a sip. "I did. He just won't listen." "Make him," he snapped. "My, my, my.... Is it the time of the month again? Bare you're teeth a little then howl to complete the effect," Sam suggested, totally unfazed by his show of temper. Across the table Imogen chuckled and shook her head at them while Chris, in spite of his present mood, could not stop a genuine smile from coming out of his face. He glanced to see Stuart staring at their table then turned to face Sam. "Lover boy's finished with the menu and now eating you up with his eyes." "Ick." He grinned. "That was not even a word." "But it thoroughly described my feelings so...ick." Imogen put back the phone inside her purse then turned to look apologetically at Chris. "That was Edward, my agent. I had to go meet him and some client at his office to discuss some changes in my contract. The client will leave for Paris afterwards so it had to be done. I'm sorry to bail out on you like this." "It's okay, I understand. Breakfast tomorrow still on right?" "Of course," the model confirmed then stood up, "I'll take a cab if you don't mind. I am really in a hurry. And oh, before I forget..." a loud slap in his right cheek caught Chris by surprise while Sam's jaw dropped in shock. People nearby gave them a curious look, Stuart included. In a loud and clear enough voice for cheater ex to hear, Imogen said. "How could you two do this to me? I trusted you both! You do not deserve any tears at all! Fine, be together! I hope you will have a nice life!" Then left them with head held high like a queen. Roommates exchanged dumbfounded looks then Sam automatically burst into "guilty" tears to continue the charade. "Take me home Chris. I felt so bad hurting Imogen." Sniff. Sniff. Not trusting himself to talk, Chris escorted a tearful (and sniffing) Sam outside the restaurant, passing a confused Stuart along the way. When they were safely inside his car they both burst out laughing. "Oh my God, I love Imogen! She's brilliant!" Sam exclaimed giggling, "And your face when she slapped you, classic!" Chris chuckled. "I must hand it to you though; I never thought you could cry automatically. And such ugly crying face too." Sam bowed her head, still smiling. "Thanks. I'm a natural am I?" "Stuart looked really confused back there. Like he did not know what hit him or something." Repetitive knocking on the tinted car window of the driver's side made Sam swallow whatever answer she was going to say. "Oh my god, Stuart." Chris sighed then turned to look at her. "We better give him proof that we are indeed lovers. Come here." "What do you mean?" "I am you're chosen hymen breaker, stop giving me suspicious looks. Come here." "Why?" "Sam....." "Answer me first. Why?" Sigh. "You have an insistent ex knocking on the car's window of the man he believed to be your new boyfriend. We could have left immediately but we're still here. So the only plausible reason was because we're making out. So COME HERE." Pulling Sam closer to him, Chris leaned down to give her a kiss. Sam looked completely horrified and turned her head the last minute so the kiss landed on her left cheek instead. "Why did you do that?" he hissed glaring at her. "I...I'm nervous," Sam admitted swallowing hard, "I...umm...I don't know how to kiss." DUH. "Just relax Sam. All you have to do is to relax your mouth and let me in." Nervous blinking. "Y-you mean you're going to... to...French kiss me? But... but...." Chris quickly swooped down and touch her lips with his while Sam was still busy with her buts. The original plan was just soft, butterfly kisses. A couple of licks and flicks here and there just to leave a mark for appearances sake. A mild taste of Sam so to speak. Easier said than done though. Firstly, Sam had the softest lips. The kind that would drive anyone crazy enough to want more than skin touching skin. The kind that invites soft, gentle bites. And the right amount of suction pressure. So he did. Licked Sam's full lower lip once. Twice. Thrice. The upper lip received the same attention then he laved the outer line of her lips with his tongue before sucking the lower lip fully. Secondly, Sam had the most enthusiastic tongue. For someone scared to French kiss, her tongue acted the opposite. It was everywhere. Flicking on his lips, touching his own tongue tentatively at first but became bolder in no time. She even blatantly invited him to deepen the kiss by opening her mouth wider and offering the goodies inside. In no time they were sucking at each other's tongue and licking at each other's mouths like there's no tomorrow. And she's doing that like a pro too. They were swallowing each other's saliva like it's from one and the same source. Hot. Thirdly, Sam was loud. It should have turned him off but it did the opposite. He got so aroused hearing her moans and groans that anyone within hearing distance could easily mistake them to be fucking like rabbits instead of kissing. A great fuck at that. And he was not helping either. His moans and groans could shatter glass truth be told. If kissing Sam would be this wonderful, then what on earth will it be like doing the whole deed with her? One thing is sure, there is no way in hell he'll wait for another month to break Sam's hymen after this. No fucking way. Chris gently leaned back and smiled a little at the still-dazed brunette he just kissed senseless minutes ago. Mussed hair, lips red and swollen, and blushing cheeks...perfect. He opened the window and scowled at Stuart whose eyes went straight to the woman beside him. "What do you want?" Seeing Sam looked like she was thoroughly devoured, Stuart swallowed audibly, blinked then leave without any comment whatsoever. Satisfied, Chris closed the window again and turned to see her looking at him. Unsmilingly. He cleared his throat. Uh-oh. "Sam-." "Wow," Sam gushed in awe, "French kissing is quite messy but.... really nice. More than nice actually....heavenly. Yes, heavenly." He merely watched her, relieved that Sam did not end up hating him. Or worst, resorted to describing him as ICK. Sam sat up then smiled at Chris before fastening her seatbelt. "Let's go home. I am terribly sleepy." Sleepy. Chris shook his head slightly as he started the engine. He got hard as a pole because of that kiss, aroused out of his mind. And good old Sam got sleepy. Great. So fucking great.