4 comments/ 140477 views/ 2 favorites Sneaking In By: rhetorik Dylan looked at his watch as the cab pulled up to the front door of his apartment building. He was tired, a little drunk, and not in any mood to deal with anything or anyone that would get between him and his bed. It was almost five in the morning, and his shift had been particularly uneventful. His visit to one of the after-hours pubs he knew of had been equally uneventful, and so he he had resigned himself to just getting home, somehow managing to sleep and getting up the next day, ready to protect some pharmacy from the never-ending threat of junkies willing to bust through armored glass just to get their hands on a couple of hundred-thousand dollars worth of prescription drugs. "Fuck." he whispered to himself as he shut the door of the cab and hunched his shoulders. His head sunk down into the collar of his jacket. The cold winter wind was picking up again, and the late winter "Blahs" were starting to take hold as he's been working nights for over two months now. Dylan removed his key from his pocket and as quietly as he could, slid the key into the doorknob and gave it a slow turn. His roommate Tim had warned him earlier to be quiet getting home as his mom would be visiting and would be sleeping on the couch. Dylan heard the lock "click" and he slowly opened the door. He saw the couch along the far wall of the living room had beside it an open suitcase with what he assumed to be Tim's mom's clothes for her stay. The couch had an extra pillow and a blanket which was thrown over the back of the couch. Curiously, there was no one sleeping on it. "That's odd." Dylan thought to himself as he quietly slipped off his shoes and tip-toed his way to his bedroom. He crept down the hallway, passing Tim's room and passed through his own bedroom door. He peeled off his coat, dropped it on the floor and was about to unbutton his shirt when he heard it. "Ahhh" Dylan froze as his eyes opened wide and then narrowed into his usual suspicious expression that he wore each night at work. He turned slightly and peered through his own open door and down the hallway which was only lit by the moonlight seeping in through his own window. "Ahhh, Ohhh." the voice said again. Dylan continued to unbutton his shirt as he turned to face his door and take a step toward the hallway. His breath suddenly became very deep and even as he stood in the archway of his door. He listened intently to the darkness and stared at his own silhouette that formed on the floor in front of the door to Tim's bedroom. The door was mostly shut, but he could see that it was open slightly, just under an inch. Dylan mouthed a silent "what the fu-" as he heard the indistinct voice of a female moan and whimper. "Oh god, yeah, that's it." the voice said in a raspy, high-pitched whisper. Dylan was an analytical guy. The possible explanations for what he was hearing began racing through his head while the evidence he had seen and heard on his way to his room stacked up in his memory. He decided to put all that on hold while he walked like a ninja down the hallway and stopped right beside the door to his roommate's room. Dylan crossed his arms, and leaned up against the wall. His face was a few inches from the doorframe as he struggled to regulate his breathing and concentrate on what his ears were telling him. Soon, he heard something else. The sound of thumping. Tim's bed is not on a frame, Dylan remembered. It was a simple box spring with a mattress on it. As shitty as it looked, it was much better suited to keeping sex quiet than some cheap frame. He heard another muffled squeal. Looking at his watch, Dylan realized he was home somewhat later than usual, and that lately he had been getting into the habit of waking up his girlfriend after he got off work for some private time of their own. That might explain Tim's reasoning for inviting his own girlfriend Sara over for a night together. But the empty couch in the living room was stabbiing into Dylan's mind like an icepick. "This is not possible." he thought to himself. Having never met Tim's mom, Dylan was unable to picture what exactly might be happening behind the door he was standing beside. He was afraid to even contemplate the thought. His curiousity was starting to play on his mind. His hand reached out, and made contact with the door. He pulled his hand back, shaking his head and trying to gather his composure. At this point, he was also aware of his own cock pushing against the fabric of his trousers. Looking down, he saw a black tent bulging out of his pants. The thumping was intensifying. "Oh Tim, yessssss!" the voice was no longer being quiet. It wasn't a yell, but it was way beyond a whisper. Dylan's hand came down to his fly... To Be Continued.... Sneaking In There were often days when Sam wished he were younger. If he had been, he would not have been sitting on the porch at 10:30 PM, looking down at all the younger people having fun. He'd have been down somewhere on the boardwalk getting into trouble. Actually at about this time, there would have been a good chance he'd have found someone cute to talk to and possibly be well into some serious progress. But here he was sipping a long neck micro brew sitting on the front porch having just sent his son to bed. Learning against a post on the front porch, he looked lazily at the boardwalk on the street below as he remembered days gone by. He and members of his family had been renting these cottages on the lake for a long time. It started with their grandparents, then their parents and on down the line. The family has made this vacation spot a necessity every summer, at least for a few weeks each year. It has happened for generations. Sam's earliest memory of this place is a motorboat kiddie ride at one of the arcades down on the boardwalk. Sam smirked a moment thinking that the same ride had always been in the same spot, in the arcade he had been managing this summer. The cabins overlooking that busy street, beach, and boardwalk had been made in a colonial style. They varied in size, and had littered the hillside overlooking this freshwater hotspot for over a hundred years. Old and rustic, and only rentable if one belonged to one of several organizations, they had always stood as a contrast to ever changing modern times. Because this prime real estate had overlooked such fun and beauty, various companies had been trying to buy it for decades. But the organizations had always been resilient, wanting to keep the age old heritage intact. Sam and his long time friend use to work here in high school and summers off from college. But growing up, it was a week or two once a year of fond memories with family and friends. Sam had even taken his own family here year after year at least until his wife ran off with his co-worker a few years ago. Her partner in lust, eventually got him fired from his six figure income as well. It had happened over two years ago, and he still had bitter feelings about it. But smiling a moment, despite the hardships he knew he got the best part of the deal. He had his thirteen year old son. This year had been different than previous ones filled with barbecues, beach volleyball, and of course his long obsession with pinball in which this place is unmatched anywhere in the world. It was now the last week of July, and Sam had been here for the whole summer so far, having to take a job managing one of the many arcades. They had given him use of this small cabin as part of his compensation. Sam took the deal because he really had no choice. He had come here to work having been only able to find a counter job at a sub shop for the past few years. It had been a means to an end until he would start a really good job in October. He nearly broke down in tears when he got the offer at almost what he was making before. So he had been seeing this job this summer as an opportunity to have some fun and spend time with his son. He had even been thinking that this would allow him chances to have some fun like he had had earlier in his life before he was married. Except here he had not had even a single date, or even a conversation with a nice lady at all this summer. He never would have thought this before, but at that moment forty one years old seemed ancient. Sam had started to think about his age when he was in his boardwalk arcade earlier in the evening. He had always been amused at people who would play a certain horse racing video game. The people playing it actually have to ride a fake horse as if they are in a quick gallop. On his way out, he had to stop because a particularly top heavy young girl had been drawing quite a crowd playing it. He knew that in his younger years, after seeing such a scene, he would have been one of many roosters trying to get her to hang out with him. He had smiled a moment making the mental note that well endowed girls should probably not play that game if they don't want the attention. The boardwalk being full of generations old arcades, shops, food, and other sorted summertime entertainment had always been his summer stomping ground. But what had started his mental rant earlier when he had been on his way out of the arcade, watching someone test the limits of a bra for 5 minutes it had started him thinking. "Just a little something," Sam said out loud, "Even a friendly smile would do at this point." Sam stood and looked down at the cabin below him as he saw his long time friend and most of his family drive up and stop. As they began pouring out of the car, Sam smiled weakly at his friend, his wife, and their son. He began to wonder where their daughter Megan was. "Sammy!" his friend Dennis hollered up to him, "You didn't miss much. They lost the game, badly." "Again? Ah too bad," Sam smiled, "Did you forget Megan there or something?" "No, she met up with some friends, and that guy she likes," Dennis said, "Supposed to be back in a few hours." "Ah ok," Sam replied. "Are you gonna be up for a while?" Dennis asked. "Yeah for a while. It's nice out here tonight," Sam replied. "Keep an eye out for Megan will you? We're tired. She turns the light off when she comes in. If it's still on in a few hours or so, let me know ok?" Dennis asked. "Honey she is twenty five now. Don't smother her," Dennis' wife said quickly, "She can take care of herself." "Yeah but until she is on her own, she comes back by 12:30," Dennis said. "Yeah man, I'll watch out for her," Sam said. "She wanted out until 2 AM, but I said, not on my watch," Dennis grinned. "No problem, but you remember Sunday night, she was up here with me playing rummy on the porch 'til three," Sam said. "Yeah but that's with you man. You're like family," Dennis smiled, "But not as much as Megan use to wish, remember?" "Yeah I remember. Use to piss off Julia. But Megan was just a kid when she said that," Sam smiled. "No offense but I use to enjoy it when something would set your wife off. It was so easy to do," Dennis said as his wife and son passed him and went into the cabin. "Megan grew up, but Julia didn't, such is life," Sam said. "Yeah but you know, some things never change," Dennis grinned. "Wait, you don't mean that Megan still, I mean she was ten when she had a crush on me. It was a little kid's fascination, that's all," Sam said nervously. "Well just the other day she made some comment," Dennis started. "No way," Sam frowned. "You should see the look on your face right now," Dennis laughed. "Ah you bastard," Sam grinned, "You had me going." "Did I? Still better you than that ass hat she is out with right now," Dennis said, "It's a good thing she is with her friends too." "Don't get any ideas," Sam said as he finished his beer, "Come up for a cold one?" "Nah, going to bed," Dennis said, "Plus, you know I can't stomach that dark shit you drink." "Quality, hand crafted, with an earthy tint," Sam mocked as he held the empty bottle over his arm like a waiter in a fancy restaurant. "Believe that if you want to. Putrid, with a touch of week old coffee grounds," Dennis said as he started walking inside, "Night." "Night," Sam said as he watched his friend go inside the cabin. "Damn its warm tonight", Sam say as he pull his shirt off and tossed it on the chair behind him. Grabbing another beer from the small cube fridge between the lounge chairs, he kicked it closed and sat down. Taking a large gulp of his favorite beer, he rested his head back and closed his eyes a moment. Listening to the faint sounds of the still busy boardwalk, down over the hill he again imagined being down there in the middle of it, not as an employee in a quarter munching arcade, but as a young, ready for action superstar. His mind in a wandering state soon became tired as he dozed off. Not intending to sleep, especially for over two hours, his slumber was interrupted by a familiar sound. "Hey Sammy," Megan said softly. "Holy fu!...potatoes," Sam corrected. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you," She grinned and came onto the porch, standing almost in front of him. In his haze, he squinted to look at her as she approached him. He couldn't help noticing that she was not wearing the same jeans and T-shirt she had on earlier in the day. The tight black one piece skirt that covered her short and fit build, barely left anything to the imagination. The skirt stopped about halfway to her knees. Megan leaned forward, and ran her hand through her long brown hair as she smiled at him "It's ok," he said, trying to focus on her, "What are you doing up here?" "Not much, just having a little issue," She smiled. "What time is it?" Sam asked looking around for his phone. "Around 1:30 or something," Megan said. "Your dad told me you were supposed to be in by 12:30," Sam said, "Crap I wasn't even awake to notice." "Yeah, well once they go to sleep they are out dude," She giggled, "This is the earliest I've been in all week." "Fine, so what's the problem?" Sam asks with wide eyes, suddenly discovering that she is wearing a skirt that is probably a little too short. "Well," She grinned, "I forgot my key. "Can you let me in?" "Here?" Sam said, "You want to stay here?" "No I mean, you have a key to our cabin right?" She asked. "Actually no I don't," Sam said quickly, "The lock broke, remember? Your dad hasn't given me a new one yet. You'll have to go wake them up." "No way," She said quickly, "I'll be busted." "Seems like you are already," Sam said. "You're gonna tell on me?" She whined. "Shouldn't I?" Sam asked, "You're going to get into trouble and I'm not going to be responsible. Your parents said to follow their rules until you are out on your own." "I know," Megan sighed, "But please don't tell." "Ok fine," Sam sighed, "But if I happen to see it again, I will. This is your...get out of jail free card." "Ok, thanks," She said as she grabbed a beer from the cube fridge, opened it and plopped down on the futon beside him. "Help yourself I guess," Sam shrugged. "Thanks," Megan grinned, then looked at him, "Sammy, you seem so I guess I could say, stressed or something now." "Yeah, not really stressed, just rolling over the past as usual," Sam said. "You'll be ok you know," Megan smiled, "I think you are better off now. I didn't like Julia very much." "Wow you went right to the point," Sam said as he chuckled and sipped his now warm beer. "It's just how I feel. You have Andy upstairs and a good job soon. You get to start over," Megan said. "I guess I could look at it that way," Sam sighed, "I probably should." "You should," Megan said as she drank her beer, "But I think I know what the real problem is. I see you when you look down there. I mean the boardwalk and all that. You seem to be missing something." "Just thinking of when I was younger," Sam said, "I know I have a future, but I just thought that I could have a little fun this summer that's all." "Well mom and dad said they would watch Andy any time," Megan said. "Yeah," Sam smiled. "Just one more thing," Megan said, "Julia is kinda stupid, letting a guy like you get away." "If only she thought that," Sam smiled. "Forget her," Megan said, "Move on already. There is someone better out there. Maybe closer than you think." "Well if you know where she is, don't keep it to yourself," Sam smiled as she looked at her. "Yeah, hmm," Megan started to say, but then stopped. "I um," Sam stuttered nervously and changed the subject, "Well, how are you going to get in? I mean before they get up in the morning." "Simple," She said, "I'll crash here in your place, and then go in when my brother gets up to do his thing at six." "Pardon me," Sam said. "Every morning for like...forever Henry gets up and takes a shit at six, then goes back to bed. I'll wait outside and flag him down as he walks by that sliding back door. He's kept the secret before for me, so no worries," Megan smiled. "Really?" Sam asked. "Yeah you can set your watch by it," Megan added. "Damn you really need to be careful," Sam said, "And you know this really puts me on the spot. I mean what if your dad asks?" "You'll just have to be kind, that's all," She said. "Yeah but you really need to stop this sneaking around," Sam said, "If you're not careful you're going to get into some trouble you can't handle." "I'm a big girl Sammy. Look, I can dress myself," She said as she lifted her left leg waving her shoe around. "Ah," Sam started to say as he glanced in her direction and saw that with her leg lifted, her skirt was hiked up just a little too much. "Oops, I get carried away when I am trying to make a point," Megan said. "You should get my point," Sam said. "What's that?" She mocked as she turned a bit and poked his shoulder. "You, your, wait you're buzzed aren't you?" Sam asked. "Yeah but just a little," She answered. "One beer?" Sam gasped, "Yeah you really need to be careful." "Yeah maybe I should settle down," She added, "Find a nice guy. Then I don't have to be, at least around him, you know." "Yes do that," Sam sighed. "Have any ideas?" Megan asked now as she shifted completely sideways to look at him. "Ah no, it will just happen," Sam said quietly, looking straight ahead. "Well I did ask someone to marry me once," Megan chuckled, "Grab me another beer?" "Yeah I remember when you were a kid. You didn't know any better," Sam sighed, "I think one's enough. It's late." "Yeah I was a kid. But you've always been nice to me. I can't say that about everyone," Megan said as she stood, took a few steps forward and stretched, looking out off of the porch. As Megan stood in front of him and to the right, he took another drink of his beer. He could see her out of the corner of his eye and tried not to look at her fully. He didn't want to stare and show his loneliness even to himself. He had been quite stoic around her so far and didn't want to break character. But as the moments dragged on he became less and less resistant to his stoicism. Slowly he looked in her direction. He gazed upon her medium form. Her somewhat muscular legs in which he could see most of were close together as she leaned her hand on the porch rail. She had taken care of herself and no doubt turned heads everywhere she went. He had no idea how she could actually get into the one piece outfit as it fit so tight. He could get lost in his own thoughts looking at her. Sam certainly felt the guilt of looking at his best friend's daughter, but at the same time with all that he had experienced over the last few years had a mild satisfaction that someone like her would actually talk to him. "I'm not really tired yet. What's on TV?" Megan asked as she turned. "Ah," Sam said as he nervously looked away quickly, "Not a lot at this hour. Maybe a late show or something." "Cool, lets watch," Megan said as she started to walk past him for the door. "Yeah ok," Sam replied as he stood, setting his empty beer down. "Unless," Megan grinned as she looked back at him, "The view is better out here. I could stand over there a while longer." "I um, well," Sam started to say. "Let's just go inside." Sam followed her inside and watched as she grabbed the remote from a side table and dropped onto the couch. At this point he really didn't know what to do. He would have liked to sit down and watch TV, but he had been caught looking at her and had become on edge. He simply needed a way to shift gears. I'll go upstairs and find some sweats for you," Sam said as he turned and headed for the stairs. "Oh you don't have to if it's too much trouble," Megan said. "Plus, it usually takes more than just a beer for a guy to get my clothes off." "What?" Sam exclaimed, "Wait, you know what I meant." I know I was kidding," She smiled, "You know you didn't use to be so serious." "Sorry, I know," Sam said then stopped before he went up the stairs, "Wait, everything is down in your parent's house next to the washing machine. I didn't have time to do them." "Don't worry about it," Megan said as she pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and put it over herself, "Three hours from now I have to sneak back in anyway." "Hey," Sam said as he swung around to face her, "There is that extra cot in Bill's room. Oh and the one over there in the corner." "I'm ok here," Megan said as she took her phone out of her purse and pressed the screen, "I'll set this for like five-ish and crash right here." "You sure?" Sam asked as he went over to her. "Yeah no problem," She said as she pushed the blanket aside and started to stand up, kicking her shoes off. Sam looked away quickly as she started to stand up. Her movements had hiked her skirt almost all the way up. As she stood up, he could see out of the corner of her eye that she had adjusted it. "Are you sure you want to wear something like that out in public?" Sam sighed as he looked back over at her. "Actually I'm sure I don't," She smiled, "Never done it before and it's an accident waiting to happen." "For sure," Sam said as he cleared his throat. "Yeah this really isn't for me. My friend talked me into it," She said, "Not good. Especially with no under, I mean with these shoes." "I um," Sam started to say as he looked at her, "Just tired that's all. Yeah the late show is on." "Yeah," Megan said as she sat back down on the couch, "I need to wind down anyway." Sam looked down at her slender form for probably too long. She stared ahead at the TV and put the blanket around her legs. But it was that mental image of what she looked like before she did that, that got him. As he stood, he looked at the TV but all he could think about was her. He tried to get the image out of his head, but as each second passed, it became more and more difficult. In his loneliness he had thoughts that he shouldn't have. They had been building quickly and there was only one course of action. I um," He started to say, "I'm going for a walk." "What? Really?" Megan asked. "Yeah. I'm going down to the arcade and make sure it got locked up. Maybe walk around a bit and get some air. Be back in an hour or so," Sam said. "Ok," Megan said with a hint of disappointment, "I'll be around in case Billy needs anything." "Thanks," Sam said as he turned and went for the door. Sam had to exit and get away from her in a hurry. He figured that if he left and gave himself time to cool down, he could then just come back and run upstairs. As he left the front porch and started walking down the hill to the boardwalk, he knew that he had just made an excuse about checking the arcade. The person he had picked for the assistant manager had always done an adequate job. As he reached the boardwalk, Sam stood and watched the mostly empty street. Many of the shops and establishments had closed and there were just a few late night stragglers heading home. He looked across the street to see that the doors to his arcade were closed and it was dark. Not really having anything to do, he thought about just going to sit on the beach but he was tired and just wanted to get some sleep. He glanced at a few young ladies walking by and even smiled at one of them. They both glanced at him a moment and kept walking. He thought for a moment and regretted not saying anything. But in his mood he shrugged it off thinking that it had been so long he might not know what to do about it if they did stop. It had only been about twenty minutes since he had left the cabin, but he headed back anyway. His plan was to just quickly walk in, and head for the stairs. Sam thought that with any luck she would be asleep and he could slip on by. He would not linger, and hopefully this new infatuation would be gone when he woke up in the morning. As he made the short trek up the hill he was certain that he would make that happen. Sneaking In Thinking back for a moment as he walked, Sam remembered that he had noticed her for sure when he saw her about a month ago. It has been the first time in over four years. She had been in school abroad, and traveling. Now twenty five his eyes had nearly popped out of his head when he saw her. He had hoped that no one noticed, but he had suspected she may have seen his gaze. He tried to think of it as just an honest reaction, but she had caught him off guard. It is true that she had always been very kind to him. He remembered that fondly, and it surely added to the reason why he noticed her now. After a few moments, Sam reached the cabin and looked up at the door from the grass at the bottom of the long front steps. After deciding to just peek in and see if she has gone in to sleep, he carefully crept up to the porch and made his way around to one of the side windows, which looked across the large open first floor room. Being careful to make no sound, Sam noticed that the lights were low and without looking in it seemed that she had turned on one of the small lamps. Not hearing anything from inside he had high hopes that she was asleep. But when Sam quietly peeked in the side window he discovered that that was far from the truth. "Oh holy shit," Sam whispered as his eyes widened. Sam quickly looked away, not believing what he had just seen. He thought about just walking back over to the steps and leaving, but he was only human after all. Peering in again, he watched quietly. Megan was lounging on the couch, propped up with a pillow at her back. The blanket partially covered her and one bare leg rested against the back of the couch. She had taken off her one piece skirt if one could actually call it a skirt. The blanket only covered up until her waist. He watched as her arm moved up and down connected to her hand between her legs. Soft panting escaped her and occasionally a light moan as her neck would relax and her head would almost drop backward. Her other hand circled her petite right nipple. Sam couldn't believe what he was watching. Part of him wanted to take off in a hurry, but he stayed, knowing he was a creep for doing so. But he was compelled by as much of her as he could see. Being more beautiful than he could have imagined, he couldn't help staring. He had always been rather disgusted with the notion of being a peeping tom, but intense curiosity got the better of him. As Sam noticed his now rarely used appendage press against his pants, he felt rather juvenile. He had to reach down to adjust himself, letting it grow behind his zipper. As he did so, Megan's hand within the blanket started moving faster. Her breathing grew stronger as her hand movements increased. Dropping her head back, her legs clenched together as she slowly turned to the side moving her hips up and down. A girl that he had once told 'knock knock' jokes with, was finishing herself off on his couch. All Sam wanted to do was go in there, take his clothes off and use what had grown in epic proportions in his pants. Of course this would be with her approval. But in his imagination he fantasized for a moment that she would be tear his clothes to pieces. Pressing his hand on the front of his pants he had not remembered it being this hard, at any time during his 10 years of marriage, before, or after. He thought that if he were to take care of it himself right now, he would be over it, and then could go to sleep after she finished. But part of him felt wrong about it. He knew it would have been a filthy decision. He would not disrespect her any more than he already had. Sam watched her hit a homerun once more, and then suddenly she stood up, seeming oblivious to the fact that the front windows was open. He could see all of her. Gazing upon her thin petite form, he could barely stand it. As she turned, she picked up her phone from the end table looked at it. He thought that perhaps she was looking at the time, and remembering when he had told her he would be back. After setting it down, she laid back down on the couch, in almost the same position she had been in before she got up. Sam wanted her. He couldn't help it, but he knew it was not appropriate. She was after all his best friend's daughter. Deciding to do the honorable thing, he carefully crept along the porch and down over the stairs again. He would let her know that he was back with enough warning time to compose herself. Sam began to whistle and sing a little as he again walked up to the stairs. He did so rather slowly to give her time to react. He suddenly thought that maybe she wouldn't compose herself, and instead be sitting or standing there ready for him. Climbing those stairs he honestly wasn't sure which way he wished it would go. But still being rock hard, it would be a giveaway that he knew what she was doing. Sam couldn't help thinking that she seemed so alive a moment ago as if it was her favorite past time. When her body shuttered and released, it had done so with such precision, but at the same time some elegance and a lot of sensuality. It was obvious to Sam that this was not new behavior for her or something just on a whim. As his foot touched the lowest step, he made sure it did so with force. Each step was as loud as the last, and he even added a little whistle to his steps. As Sam reached the door, he quickly glanced in to see her full covered up and playing the part of a sleeping beauty. His plan to announce himself without saying anything had worked. He looked over at her a moment to see her peaceful expression by the soft glow of a nearby lamp. He knew that she was awake, but with her eyes closed she would not have a chance to see the army style tent he was pitching. Entering the cabin quietly, he closed and locked the door, turning toward her. He smiled a moment, knowing that he could get through this. He was going to win this one, not in the way that most guys would want, but a win that would leave their collective dignity intact. Just as Sam was about to turn and head for the stairs, he spotted her one piece outfit crumpled at the far end of the couch near her feet. He mouth opened a bit as he knew that she must have just quickly covered up. He didn't know if it was her intention for him to see that or if it was forgotten in her effort to look asleep. But all he could think about was that he was just a meter away from her, and the only thing that separated her, with him was a thin cotton twin sized blanket. Closing his eyes a moment, he concentrated on his own dignity. In an instant he went up the stairs. Quietly Sam climbed the stairs, and with each step relaxed a little. As he reached the top, he quickly peered into his son's room, seeing him sleeping quietly. Giving one last look, he went to his room, pulled closed the only thing that covered the doorway, a long flowery curtain and let out a sigh of relief. For a moment he wondered why anyone would build a place like this with only thin curtains that slide across a wooden stick for door coverings. Knowing that this was a rather rustic vacation camp, he shrugged it off as he pulled his shirt up over his head. Sam thought about taking a shower, but remembered that he had done so already after work. Pushing his jeans down and kicking them into a corner, he looked down a moment not believing that he was still at attention. Figuring that in order to sleep he would have to do something about it on his own. Although he rarely self performed, he knew that at this moment it was necessary. As he pushed his boxers off and kicked them onto his jeans in the corner, he stood in the dull light of his bedroom window. Knowing that no one could actually see inside, he looked down at the now quiet boardwalk as he gently wrapped his hand around what now seemed to have a mind of its own. Slowly and gently he stroked himself. He couldn't help thinking of Megan, and her nude sleeping form downstairs. Shrugging it off, he knew that a fantasy is a fantasy, as long as its taken care of instead of going back downstairs. He imagined her smile, and her soft form as she approached him. In his mind, they had just had a long day, and were both in the mood for passion. He would tense and release before too long, and probably right out the window, but it would be innocent enough. He would be thinking of her, now a grown woman, but one he couldn't have. However something wasn't quite right. He wanted to let this fantasy finish, but the world around him had other plans. "Can I help you with that?" Megan said softly from across the room. "Dammit!" Sam said as he quickly went over and picked up his boxers from the corner and put them on, "What are you doing?" "Couldn't really sleep and wanted to talk," Megan said softly as she crept closer. "Don't," Sam said as he motioned for her to stop, "Can't believe this." "What good reason do you have not to do what you're doing?" Megan asked as she still came closer, "You are only human." "Funny you should say that. But where do I start?" Sam said quickly as he adjusted his boxers and looked at her naked form a moment before grabbing a small blanket and tossed toward her. "You know you came in the house and went upstairs really quickly," Megan said as she dropped the blanket, "Didn't even have time to notice me." "Oh I did," Sam sighed, "Is why I came up here so fast. What if the kid wakes up and comes in here?" "He is snoring Sam. You can hear it from here," Megan said. "But that doesn't answer the question of why are you in here with nothing on?" Sam said. "I'm not a slut if that's what you're wondering," Megan said, "I have been very selective with my relationships. But that is exactly my point actually." "What do you mean?" Sam sighed, "You actually have feeling for me or something?" "You really had no idea did you?" Megan said, "Why did you think I never talked to Julia very much and actually spent a whole lot more time with you after she stupidly screwed up your life?" "Well I don't know actually," Sam said, "I wasn't really thinking about anything other than being mentally butchered, you know." "Yeah that last day before she left, I remember," Megan sighed, "Dad and I could hear all the way from the sidewalk heading to your house." "You actually heard all that?" Sam asked. "Yeah I was pissed when I heard it," Megan said, "I mean, getting mad during a breakup is sort of normal but then talking about your coworker, and saying how much she liked having a mouthful of his, ah well sorry. Shouldn't have said that." "I thought about throwing it back at her but I didn't," Sam said. "You were too nice," Megan said, "It's ok. I got her back." "Yeah didn't want to say that she was never very good at that," Sam chuckled lightly as he stood in the window. "See, it's good to laugh about it," Megan said as she stood beside him looking out the window, "That's what makes you amazing. You are still nice about it, but sometimes you can, you know, blow off steam." "You mean like saying, she was so bad at catching that if I gently handed her a penny she'd probably drop it," Sam said. "See there you go," Megan smiled as she lightly patted his shoulder. "Wait, you said something about getting her back, and why are you still standing here nude?" Sam asked as he looked at her quickly then looked out the window again. "You know that black dress and purse she always raved about?" Megan said, "I saw it in the back seat of her car as we were walking in. When dad was in there talking to you two, I slipped out, grabbed them both and tossed them in the clothing donation bin at the gas station across the street." "No kidding?" Sam asked, "She was so pissed about that. She accused me of it first, then realized I was in the house the whole time. She figured that someone grabbed it out of the car." "Pissed? Good. She really hurt you." Megan said then turned to face him, "To answer your other question, because you really don't want me to." "I really don't," Sam started to say as he looked at her, picking up a small thin blanket and putting it in front of her, "No I guess not. But you need to." "Just tell me," Megan said as she grabbed the blanket and tossed it on the bed, "If I was just some random girl looking like this, what would you do?" "Twenty years ago when I was younger, we wouldn't be talking right now," Sam admitted, "But now, it's just that I have more respect for people, you in particular." "I know that. I think that is why I have always been attracted to you," Megan said as she took his hand, "See Julia pissed me off, because she hurt you so badly, and you had no idea that I loved you." "Ah Megan," Sam sighed as he watched her go over to his bed and lay down on her back, "I know it was just a fascination. I really don't know why though." "Fascination, hmm, right," Megan said as she rolled over and laid on her stomach, "I suppose that is why I could never get serious about anyone, and before you ask, I really don't know why I got talked into wearing that outfit earlier. It's not me." "I was going to say, no it's not you. You always dressed rather conservative," Sam said as he glanced at her before looking away again, "Well, not at the moment." Sam had only looked for a brief moment, but the image was etched in his mind. Her nude form, tanned and fit, contrasted against the white bed sheet. Her soft flowing hair, brushed only lightly against her skin. He started to wish that he hadn't looked. It was as if a camera flash had gone off in a dark room, and the shock to his eyes had created an after image that wouldn't go away. Closing his eyes a moment, he rubbed them symbolically to try to erase the thought. But as hard as he tried he couldn't. "I'm sorry," Megan said as she sat up and took the blanket, covering herself, "It took a lot of nerve to come up here like this. I just figured it was easier this way. I guess it was just the wrong way of letting you know how I feel about you. I think I should have just told you instead of this." "How you feel?" Sam said as he looked at her stand up and walk slowly to the door, "Like I'm really worth all that." "Stop that," Megan turned quickly with frustration, and looked at him again, "This isn't you. Ok, I did fall in love with you a long time ago. I was attracted to that man, who was so proud, happy, and full of life. I just can't explain it. Then Julia ripped it out of you. But I always knew you could get it back again." "I miss that part of me," Sam sighed, "I know I lost it. I don't know how to find it again." "You have it," Megan said, "It's right in your mind and in your heart. I can see it peeking out sometimes just fighting to appear again. I know you can bring it out again and be happy. You really are in there somewhere." "I wish I could see myself like you do, or did," Sam sighed. "I see it," Megan said, "Just let all that crap go. She is gone and you could be better off now, if you just let it happen. Be whole again." "I wish so much," Sam whispered with a rasp to his voice. "Just do it," Megan seemed to almost beg, "Let Sam come out, slowly maybe. Live again. I want to see you be happy, even if you were to say that you don't want to be with me. Just to see you happy again. I think I would cry with joy." At that moment Sam was staring into her eyes. He could suddenly see what she saw in him. He could hardly believe it. Her gaze was filled with what he could only describe as love. He didn't understand it, but it beamed at him even through her lightly watered eyes. He felt as if it might even kick away his long compulsion to be mediocre and miserable. He didn't understand how she could feel this way. But he did see something familiar. She had always looked at him like that. For a moment he felt ashamed that he had never seen it before. He wondered why. He had been a completely different person for over two years. He began to realize the point he had just made in his own mind. The truth was that she had never changed how she felt about him, even after he had entered a darkness that was no longer, Sam. That was true. He realized that that she saw right through it, and to the person he really was. "You know something," He said as he approached and embraced her with a soft hug, letting out a soft whisper, "Sam is in here somewhere. I know that. Just been so pissed at the world to see it." "You will be whole again," Megan whispered as she returned his embrace, "Can I be there to see it?" "Let me ask you," Sam sighed as he took in the scent of her hair, "How did you know exactly what I needed to hear?" "Because I love you," Megan said as she pulled back to look at him. "But let me ask you something else," Sam grinned slightly, "What about your parents, my best friends?" "They love you too, but not in that way," Megan grinned. "You know what I mean," Sam sighed. "They know how I feel," Megan said "What do you mean they know?" Sam asked. "They confronted me about it when I made you a birthday last month," Megan said with a smile, "I worked hard on it. They thought it was a little strange." "Great," Sam said with a raised eyebrow. "Nothing changed," Megan defended, "You can see that." "They just told me to think about it and make sure it wasn't just a crush or something, a fascination as mom put it," Megan said. "Really?" Sam asked as more of a statement but with a hint of doubt. "Yeah you're older than me, but you are like family to them," Megan said with a smile, "But if they knew I was over here like this now they would probably freak out." "You mean just being here?" Sam asked. "No, I mean like this," Megan said as she moved her hands up and down in the air, "I thought a long time about it and was just thinking I would simply tell you how I feel. As exciting as it all is, I don't know why I am doing it like this. I mean running around your house naked. I feel a little foolish now. You know how I feel and the kind of girl I am, and now I kind of look like a whore. I would like a mulligan please." "No," Sam said quickly, "I know you. You are right, this is a little out of character. But I guess I really see what it means to you." "It's just really simple. I love you," Megan said as she started to walk out of the room, "But I should have thought this through and not used this approach. A moment of weakness and a bad choice. Just tell me if we can try this gain the right way later." "I um," Sam started, "Ok." "Ok, goodnight," Megan said. "Wait Megan," Sam said with a moment of weakness, as he watched her stop. Sam gazed at her form in the dim light of the lamp beside his bed. The small lamp only partially illuminated her. But he could see enough. She had tossed the blanket on the bed before she started to retreat, and she just stood there looking at the doorway. Her thin and well toned form he thought was breathtaking. Being truly beautiful would not make it easy for him to simply tell her that they would talk about it and take it slow. He was human after all, and at the same time a very lonely man. He had always tried to be kind, and he knew that it was probably more proper to do the right thing and say goodnight. Whether her methods were correct or not, her intentions were genuine. He did not think bad of her for her obvious seduction, because he had seen love in her eyes. She really meant it, and he had starved for such feelings for so long. His experiences had turned him bitter and it often showed. He wondered if he could change that before it was too late. He didn't have any answers except for one that for some reason he was completely certain about. She would not hurt him. "I can go back downstairs," Megan said after a pause, "If you want." "I can see it in your eyes, and I know how you feel," Sam said as she turned to face him, then made an offhand comment that was more like an accidental compulsion, "Gosh you're beautiful." Sneaking In "Sam, just the thought of hurting you like Julia did, makes me sick," Megan said as she walked toward him, "And thank you." "What do we tell your parents?" Sam asked as he took her hand. "Nothing about this please," Megan said. "Yeah I figured," Sam said, "But be sure of what you are doing." "I want to be with you, in every possible way," Megan said, "I want to love you, but only if I know there is a chance that you could start to love me." "You have always been so nice to me. For some reason it just feels right," Sam said, "You know what kind of guy I am. If I thought that I couldn't have feelings for you, I would ask you to go back downstairs." "That's one of the reasons why I feel the way I do," Megan said. "Thank you for being so kind," Sam said as he embraced her, "I think you know I will always be kind to you." "I know, but I have to admit something else too," Megan said. "What's that?" Sam asked. "Just another reason why Julia is sort of a dumbass," Megan said softly. "Oh, what's that?" Sam said as he pulled back a little so he could look at her. "What I saw a few minutes ago when you were looking out the window," Megan giggled as she pointed down at his still somewhat extended self, "I don't have a lot to compare, but that's the nicest um, one of those I've ever seen." "Hmm?" Sam asked even though he could figure out what she was talking about. "Maybe it's too soon to say that," Megan smiled. "Oh you mean the blanket?" Sam joked. "No silly, this?" Megan said as she ran her fingers over the front of his boxers and emphasized her earlier statement, "I am really counting on the fact that you won't mind." "I don't think that will be a problem," Sam smiled. "To finish off my simple little request, here is one last thing," Megan said as she started to pull his boxers down, "I've never been physically read if you know what I mean, just by looking at someone. I had no idea it could happen." "Oh wow," Sam said as he embraced her, "Are you sure at this point in, well this relationship that isn't too much information?" "What," Megan smiled, "You don't think you're going to find out in a few minutes anyway?" "This is really for real isn't it?" Sam said finally grasping the situation. "Really," Megan said, "If it's ok. I mean we can just go slow and get to know each other." "Get to know?" Sam asked. "Yeah right," Megan smiled, "I've lived next door to you for twenty five years give or take." "But we can wait until it's the right time," Megan smiled as she turned and headed for the doorway. It seemed to Sam as much a tease as it did a polite gesture and at that moment, he knew what might be best in order to be proper. He thought about having long conversations, talking about life, love, and the pursuit of happiness. They would tell stories, both serious, and joyous. He would start to love her, and wish to be with her all the time. They would finally make love when it was the right time. In just a quick moment, Sam had imagined the next several months of courting beautiful Megan and enjoying the experience before anything serious happened, but then he looked at her walking slowly toward the doorway. He suddenly could understand the common expression or a variation of, 'Taking one's breath away'. He had never seen such beauty, especially interested in him. He also thought one last time how kind she had always been. He remembered something he had thought only a few minutes ago. He was only human. They would get to know each other through talk, but that would come later. He would do the right thing. Sam quickly approached her and walked in front of her, putting his hands on her bare hips. She stopped, but before she could react at all, he turned her around, bent to his knees, and kissed her clean shaven skin above her womanhood. "Oh my love," Megan gasped, "Oh Sam." Sam slowly kissed her skin at the same time he was moving her backward. Still on his knees, his lips trailed along her skin as he heard her deep gasps. The scent and texture of her skin made his heart beat faster. It had been a long time, and he had almost forgotten how wonderful it could be to touch someone. He was prepared to stop if she really wanted to, but somehow he knew that would not happen. As the back of Megan's legs reached the edge of the bed, Sam looked up at her. She panted heavily from the touch. He wondered for a moment if she had ever had anyone kiss her like this before. By her reaction, it didn't seem like it. As he gently pushed her back, she sat slowly onto the bed. As he looked into her eyes she seemed to be anticipating, but unsure what to expect at the same time. Perhaps he thought, it was wishful thinking on her part. He smiled with confidence, knowing she would enjoy his touch. As he gently touched her legs with each of his hands and spread them apart, she breathed even more heavily. Sam had decided to prolong the anticipation just a bit as he gently kissed her leg and moved up her thigh. As his hand gently pushed on her stomach, she laid back on the bed, still breathing heavily. "Oh Sam," Megan panted as he gently kissed her young, swollen feminine lips. He knew it was a tease to do so, but he softly kissed her for a moment, before extending his tongue and licking from bottom to top right in the center. As he reached the top she gasped quietly. He discovered that she had been right about being ready. He had never experienced such physical results of passion. It only made him more excited. Gently Sam kissed and licked her juices, exploring every curve of the wonder that was her. She had shaved so smooth, which was something he had never seen up close. All the experience he had had previously was of the natural kind. He never really thought much about it, but he could see the value of it now as he knew he could do all that much better unobstructed. Megan's sharp and long gasps, excited him as he gave her an experience he suspected she never had. He would have to ask her later, but for now he would enjoy it as much as her. Touching her gently, he wiggled his tongue on her tiny g spot. But a few seconds later, her hips pressed backward and her legs started to push together. As he backed off he watched as she cupped one of her hands over her womanhood, and clamped her legs together, moving her hips front to back. Smiling heavily he sat back and let her have her moment. "I had no idea," Megan gasped with glazed eyes as she looked down at him. Sam was happy. He considered it the ultimate intimate pleasure when someone is willing to do that. For several minutes more he did the same, and with how exciting it had been for both of them, he knew it would be a frequent occurrence. He tried not to add the statement, 'If she'll have me in the future'. He wanted to lose the depressing Sam that had existed for the past few years. As he finished his pleasuring he stood in front of her at the foot of the bed. Looking down at her he was amazed that she was still breathing heavily. She looked up at him with eyes partway closed and a slight smile. He couldn't help but gaze upon her beauty. This, matched with her kindness and personality he wondered a moment why she had dated infrequently. He knew how she felt and wasn't ready to accept that it was because of him, although he somewhat suspected it. He knew he would be committed to making sure he always treated her with kindness. As she sat up on her elbows, she looked forward at him, fully extended as he had been the moment he had started touching her leg. Her eyes seemed to go back and forth between his eyes and his extension. Slowly she sat up and looked at it as she bit her lip. It was almost as if she wasn't sure what to do. As she looked up and met his gaze again, he could see what was really in her thoughts. He sensed her intimidation, and didn't want her to feel that way. He would help her relax. "May I?" Megan asked as she extended her hand forward but pulled it back after she asked. As Sam nodded to her, he watched as she again bit her lip. Her hand extended as she put it around him in the softest touch he had ever felt. He could hardly believe her natural sensuality. Now with two hands, she looked on intently as she explored him. It seemed a little odd to him as if she had never seen one before. Sam knew she had, so he was puzzled. Megan's fingers danced around him. Her soft fingers traced around his large head and down the shaft. As she reached his scrotum, she touched underneath and for a moment cupped him softly, bouncing them gently a few times. She seemed to intently study him. Slowly she looked up at him, then back and forth between his face and where her fingers had been exploring. Smiling and letting out a nervous sigh, she finally spoke. "Big," She whispered, and then looked back down. Megan studied him some more with both her eyes and fingers before giving him a long gaze. As she looked back down, she moved her head forward slowly and briefly touched her lips to his tip before pulling back and looking at him. "Have you ever?" He asked softly. "Yeah," She said, before shaking her head, "No, not really." "You don't have to do that," Sam smiled. "I know," She whispered as she again moved forward. Sam looked down at her, and then thought a moment. Quickly he took her hand as he went around the side of the bed, and laid down. He felt that if she wanted to try this that he would be in a more thoughtful position, and not standing in front of her. Crawling up the bed, she gently touched him again, as she smiled into his eyes. Sam knew that whatever the result was, he would show her his enjoyment. She was nervous enough without him creating any doubt. Megan seemed too study his length as her hands moved around it. To Sam, it seemed as much about study as it was about curiosity. He enjoyed the sensation and her soft feminine touch as he had not experienced it with such sensual touch in a long time. Her fingers traced along every curve, then as she looked up at him, she grinned nervously. But as he smiled back at her she relaxed a little. Megan lowered her head slowly, and as her lips pressed against his head, she looked into his eyes one more time. She opened her mouth and took him in just a little. Pulling out a moment, she looked at him close up as her fingers touched the underside of his shaft. Extending her tongue, she licked softly from top to bottom. Sam felt the extremely gentle sensation and his excitement grew. As Megan reached the top again, she relaxed the arm she had been resting on and opened her mouth again. Looking into his eyes again, she slowly pushed him in. Further and further she went, until she winced quickly and pulled back. "Sorry," Megan panted, "Too much." "It's ok," Sam smiled, "It's not something you have to do." "Yes I do," Megan said quickly. "I know it's new to you," Sam said as he pushed his hand through her hair, "Some other time maybe." "No, now," Megan said as she gently kissed his shaft. "Ah, ok," Sam said nervously. "I didn't know doing this would turn me on so much," Megan said as she pressed her lips around him. Megan moved her lips more and more quickly. She did not take him in very far, but she seemed to enjoy it as much as him. With each movement, she seemed to become even more excited. Her lips pressed tightly as her tongue flicked under his shaft. Sam had had this experience before, the way she gave him attention was definitely new to him. Combined with what seemed like a natural skill, and the fact he had been without for so long, he had to concentrate not to lose it. Sam looked into her loving eyes as she looked up at him. Her tongue flicked around as her mouth pressed around him slowly. Pulling out softly, she licked down his shaft to where her soft hand was gently playing with the hairs on his scrotum. She kissed his wrinkled sack a few times, and licked his length again. He really was struggling to keep his essence and he backed off a bit. "Wow babe," Sam grunted as he backed off a bit. "It's nice," Megan said as she looked at him, started to say something, then paused. "What is it?" Sam smiled softly. "Um," Megan said biting her lip, "Make love to me?" "This is all making love," Sam smiled, "But I know what you mean." Sam rolled on his side and opened the drawer to the side bed table and came out with a small blue packet. He had wondered if he would ever use these. They had been given to him by her own father last month for his birthday. He had joked telling Sam that he wanted them gone by the end of the summer. Sam turned back around, facing her and smiled as she took it from his hand. Opening it, she tossed the wrapper on the side table and held it between her fingers. Gently rolling it on him, she pushed to down. "Glad you are prepared," She smiled, taking it from his hand, "But um." "Yeah actually your dad gave them to me," Sam said as he watched her roll it onto him, "It will work." "But it's like," Megan started to say as she held her fingers apart about an inch and a half, "This far from the bottom." "It's ok," Sam smiled. The two looked at each other a moment before Sam leaned in to kiss her. Gentle like she had been to him a few moments ago, their lips met as she moved closer to him. Meeting his embrace, their bodies pressed together passionately. Megan returned Sam's kiss with a hint of aggression. He remarked inwardly that despite her limited experience, she wanted more from him. He could lose himself so easily with every touch. Gently pushing her onto her back, he caressed her hardened nipples and bathed her chest with his strong tongue. Panting wildly she scraped her fingernails along his back. He wanted to kiss her everywhere. He knew that he would eventually, and many times because he didn't feel like ever letting her go. Sam explored her magnificent body for a long time. Sam studied every curve until his hand met her neat shaved womanhood. The amount of wetness astounded him. She had been breathing so heavily and he could feel her excitement rising. He looked up at her and she smiled at him as she moved her leg apart. Moving himself between her, he looked into her eyes as he pressed himself against her shaven mount. As he entered her slowly, her breathing stopped a moment. As he reached as far as he could go, she let out her breath. "Woah," Megan gasped with a long breath. "Are you ok?" Sam asked. "Absolutely," She said as she put her hands around his waist and pulled him in. Sam looked into her eyes as he pushed in and out of her tight wetness. He was rather modest about his size and didn't show it off. But that combined with her obvious limited experience made it so he would start slow. Her extreme wetness helped a great deal. Soon her breathing became rhythmic with his movements, until suddenly she dug into him with her fingers. He knew what was happening and thought that she might become too loud and wake his sleeping son up, but she contained herself. "Oh baby!" Megan panted with a raspy voice as her insides pulsed. Sam felt the pressure as it seemed to milk him for all he was worth. Strong tightening and slower releases seemed to strangle him. He had never felt it this way or even knew it was possible. As it began to slow he moved a bit faster as she met his movements by pressing her hand onto his backside and pulling toward her. Her head arched slightly to the side as her eyes closed. Sam kissed her neck as he gave her his love. Again she tightened around him sharply several times. He could sense that she wanted so much to vocalize her pleasure, but held back, probably knowing their current noise limitations. He could sense the fire and passion that she was politely holding back, and made a mental note that they would have to take a nice weekend somewhere cozy where she could express herself. As Sam began kissing her soft lips, she pulled away a little, and gently pushed him off to the side. Swinging around, Megan moved her legs up over and grabbed him. Slowly she sat down as her eyes widened. As she finished what she was doing, she giggled a little with nervousness as she looked down at him. "Wow that's in there alright," She panted as she began to move her hips. Sam gently put his hands onto her hips as she moved faster. He couldn't help looking at her enjoyment as she had taken charge. She seemed to want to suddenly do what she desired. Looking down at him, she gazed into his eyes as her chest heaved. Small moans escaped her as her voice gradually became higher and higher. Suddenly her head tilted back a moment as her eyes rolled back in her head. Sam felt the same sharp pulse he had felt earlier, as she grunted and crashed onto him. Panting loudly on his chest, with every pulse of her pleasure, she let out a soft, but sharp medium pitched sound. Sam smiled as he put his hands through her hair. He loved the fact that she had such enjoyment from this. "Are you tired?" Sam asked softly as he kissed her forehead. "Yes a little," She whispered. "Rest," Sam said. "No," Megan said as she lifted herself up, "I want fireworks love. Like at the end." "Grand finale?" Sam smiled as he looked up at her. "Grand uh yeah," Megan said as she bounced heavily on him, "You too." Sam watched as her face seemed to have a determined look. She bit her lip for a moment, which he now thought looked very cute. Faster she moved on him, moving her hips in rhythm. He felt the tension as the minutes rolled on. She squeezed him occasionally. He started to completely hope that she would always be this orgasmic. As her breathing became hoarse, he felt beads of sweat spray his chest. Every time she would release, she would look at him almost as if she wanted him to know what she was feeling. As the time rolled on he could feel both himself reaching a plateau, and her starting to labor heavily. She looked at him again, but this time it seemed as if she was asking for something. He knew what it was. He didn't know why he could tell so clearly, but it was there and so plain to him. It was almost as if she was asking him with just her eyes, to finish. As his tension mounted, he looked deep into her eyes and could see the same. Her sounds elevated in pitch and he could hold out no longer. Feeling every curve of her magnificence, his insides seemed to shout with joy. As he let go, he seemed to trigger it in her. From his expanding and contracting muscles to hers, in unison they became one in pleasure and feeling. It had been an amazing experience that Sam had never felt before. It had never happened like that for him. As her sweaty body crashed down on him, she slid to the side, as he flipped out of her. As she rested her head on his shoulder, her breathing slowly returned to normal. Running his hand through her hair, they said nothing for some time as they enjoyed the moment. "You're so wonderful," Megan whispered after a while. "Megan, you are incredible," Sam said softly as he kissed her forehead. "Wow, mutual admiration," Megan said. Some time later, Sam rolled to his side. He put his arm around her and opened his eyes. Looking out the window he could see light, and the sound of a bird chirping. It took him a few moments for his mind to start working. As soon as it did, his eyes widened. And he turned around to look at the clock on the side table, which read 7:18. Ah, Megan," He said quickly, "Wake up." "Hmm," Megan rasped. "It's after seven," Sam said urgently. "It's after, what?" Megan asked as she sat up, "Oh no." Sam watched as she stood up and looked around, trying to decide what to do. She seemed to be at a loss for obvious reasons. He tried to think of an idea. He knew that her parents would be worried, then after she got there, they would have a lot of questions. Sneaking In "What are you doing?" Sam said as he watched her go through his dresser drawers. "Here," She said as she pulled out a pair of sweatpants and quickly put them on. "What are you going to do?" Sam asked. "Improvise I guess," Megan said as she also took a t-shirt and put it over her head, "my clothes downstairs, just put them away somewhere." "Ok," Sam said as she came over and kissed him. "Hey," Sam smiled as he put his arm around her, "I love you too." Megan smiled deeply at him as she ran for the doorway and down the stairs. He heard her open the front cabin door. A moment later, he saw her emerge from under the porch roof. As she reached the bottom of the steps, she casually and slowly walked over to her parent's cabin and crept up the stairs onto the porch. Quickly she grabbed a magazine on a soft bench and sat down. Sam smiled at her thinking that they may have gotten away with it. Sam knew that if they were to continue their romance, they would have to have a talk with her parents, his best friends. He was nervous about that, but had an odd feeling that it would work out. He smiled as he laid back down to get more rest. 2 weeks later... "You know this show really isn't that funny," Megan said. "Yeah it's been on for like 40 years," Sam said as he put his arm around her, "Getting old I think." Sam looked over at the young woman he had grown to love so much. He smiled thinking that she really had been there all along. She had begun to complete him. He knew that he made her happy, and would do his best to make sure that was always true. Still it was new, and at some moments he could hardly believe it. His thoughts bathed in her spirit and care for him. They had been watching a late night comedy show after a nice evening of walking the boardwalk and laughing at an improvisational skit show put on by a local college. Hand in hand they walked the beach and he kissed her next to the quiet shore. They had come back to the cabin for more personal time. But now it was nearly time for her to return to her parent's cabin. They ended up having the conversation with her parents on the same day that Megan snuck down and sat on the porch. There was not much choice as her mother noticed that the sweatpants and shirt she had chosen were the same ones she had washed the day before, after Sam went for a jog with her father. It was a bad choice, but it forced the talk without delay. Sam remembered when Megan came up to ask him to come down to talk to her parents. She simply said to him, 'They know and want to talk to us'. Nervously, he went down there, expecting a lot of trouble and perhaps a lost friendship. It was tense, but there was an understanding, and no lasting issues. Just yesterday, her mother told him she was ok with it. But Megan still returned home each night. To both of them it seemed like the right thing to do. "Gotta go," Megan said as she saw the show's credits start to roll. "Yeah," Sam smiled as he stood and walked her outside and to the door of her parent's cabin. "Night," They both said at the same time with a kiss. As Sam walked the short path back to his cabin, he smiled. As he climbed the steps and reached the top, he turned around and looked down the hill to the boardwalk. Now thinning out for the evening, he looked at the last few people walking home or to some other place. Somehow it looked different to him. Perhaps it was his lifted spirits. He felt and gave love and it was good. He had a good job starting soon, and a new purpose in life. As he thought all of that, it seemed to give him focus and put life perspective. He glanced below as Megan opened her window and whispered to him, "Night, I love you." "I love you," Sam replied as he turned and walked inside.