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A Girl Called Sami Ch. 01

By: t_girl_3



-1-

"Samantha, I can see Miss Collins driving down the road, you'd better get on down here."

Sami gritted her teeth at being called Samantha; why can't her mother get it through her head? 

"Okay, momma, I'll be down in just a sec, okay?"

Miss Collins, Sami's high school art teacher, was giving Sami a lift to a new life; the life of a college freshman at one of the better known Universities in New Orleans, a couple of hundred miles and a lifetime away from her family's farm outside of Jackson, Mississippi.

God knows it wasn't because her parents were sending her to college, but she didn't begrudge them that; with her mom's illness and farming being the way it is, there wasn't that kind of money available. Knowing that their life wasn't going to be her life, Sami studied her ass off in high school, and played her ass off in volleyball, and earned a meager aid-grant from the Volleyball Squad and a full-ride academic scholarship.

Still, any spending money at all, she'd have to earn but she was prepared to do that. Hell, she'd done it since she was fifteen by doing model shoots for department stores, and a couple of public relations firms in Jackson. 

Worse case scenario would be that she'd have to get a part-time waitressing job for spending money; not a problem having been there and done that her last two years of school, along with the modeling.

She didn't care what she had to do not to wind up as her parents, living from hand to mouth; she was going to college and leaving Jackson behind her.

Sami had just turned eighteen a couple of months ago but had been her 5'10" height since she was sixteen. Her height, her good looks, and her slim build made her a natural at modeling. No, she'd never be a runway walker for the big 'houses' but she made enough to make it worth her while, and for now, that was enough for her.

"Thanks, again, for getting me to school, Bev," Sami said as they drove from her home, Bev's car loaded with Sami's crap.

Sami called Miss Collins, Bev, when there was no one else around; never in front of other students, never in front of other adults, only when they were alone, as they were now.

"I'm happy to do it, Sami; I need to be in the City for the conference anyway, and it gives us a bit of 'alone' time," Beverly Collins said, glancing sideways to Sami, a rush of heat finding its way to Bev's crotch when she did so.

Reaching the end of the dirt road where it 'Teed' to the highway that would lead them to I-55, Bev and Sami leaned towards each other and kissed a sensuous, lingering kiss.

They'd decided to go to New Orleans a day ahead of Bev's conference and a day before Sami could check into the freshman dorm. Their cover story was an overnight stay with a long-time friend of Bev's and to check out the art department of LSU, in Baton Rouge.

The true reason, of course, was so that they could have a night of love for themselves, a night of unhurried love-making, one last time.

Sami and Bev had been lovers for her entire high school career; not Sami's only lover, but then, Bev didn't know that, nor did Sami think it important for her to know that.

Not that Sami had 'that' many lovers, not in the whole scheme of things. Besides Miss Collins, there had been a few, secretive liaisons with a couple of team-mates from her volleyball squad, and of course, dear, sweet cousin Charlene, who had introduced Sami to the sweetness of making love with another girl.

Charlene was three years older than Sami and from the time that Sami could walk, she followed Charlene around like a little puppy. As they grew older together, they were 'joined at the hip' it seemed, hardly ever seeing one without the other. Charlene's mom and Sami's dad were siblings, and lived 'down the road' a short way from Sami's place.

They spent countless overnights with each other from the time that they were in elementary school together. They always had fun, playing together as youngsters, but when Sami began to bud into the tall, willowy beauty that she would become, their relationship changed in not-so-subtle ways.

The secretive late-night gossip sessions, after the adults were in bed, evolved into kissing games, which evolved into touching games, which evolved into...Well, you get the idea.

Charlene taught Sami many things about making love with another girl, things that both thrilled and scared Sami. Sami would, from time to time, wonder if she was an anomaly, if she and Charlene were 'warped' in some way, defective in some way. That changed for Sami when she entered Miss Collins' art class the very first time, her heart fluttering at the sight of Bev. 

Simply said, Miss Collins became an obsession to Sami, seemingly occupying all of her thoughts.

Sami had heard 'rumors' that Miss Collins was a 'lez' but that seemed to be based on the fact that at 35, she was still unmarried and didn't seem to have a boyfriend in her life. Teenage girls, like Sami's school mates, seem to make quantum leaps in judgment based on nothing at all but guesswork, though in this case, they were right. 

Sami made it her mission to find out for herself about Miss Collins, and she did, much to her delight. As much as she had learned from Charlene, her secret love affair with her art teacher taught her oh, so much more.

Because some of the other students started to 'wonder' about Sami's seemingly lack of interest in boys, Sami acquired a boyfriend of sorts for her last two years of high school. Jared had been a friend since grade school, and they got along well, so it was easy for Sami to fake interest with having Jared as a 'boyfriend'. Oh there were tons of other boys that would've liked to be in Jared's place, dating Sami, but Sami felt safe with Jared.

Before graduation night, Sami and Jared had done nothing more that kiss and pet, she letting him feel her up sometimes; for her, it was nothing more than a way to get her hot so that when she went home after a date with him she would masturbate while thinking of Bev, Charlene, or one of her team mates that she had had sex with.

On graduation night, Sami let Jared get her a bit drunk and she let him fuck her, so that she could 'see' if she was missing something by not being crazy about boys. She had even given him a blowjob that night; a first for them both.

She decided, after that one time, that she wasn't missing a damned thing.

Two days after graduating High School, Sami turned 18, broke up with Jared, and went on a week-long trip to Biloxi, Mississippi with her cousin Charlene and Charlene's roommate from college, Debbie. Debbie's parents had a vacation home in Biloxi and let the girls use it for their get-away trip.

During the days, the three girls enjoyed the beaches and warm water of the Gulf Coast, swimming, tanning, and the like. They flirted with and teased some guys of their own age, but at the end of the day, or evening, they returned to Debbie's parents' place alone, just the three of them.

The first night of their vacation, Charlene and Debbie introduced Sami into threesomes and Sami fucking loved it! The fact of the matter is that Charlene and Debbie treated Sami as their own sex-slave, almost, and Sami loved that as well! Oh, they reciprocated, did Charlene and Debbie, make no mistake about that. Sami's tall, slender body was their playground as well, treating Sami to many delightful orgasms during that splendid get-away romp.

By the time Sami left to go to college, there was little doubt in her mind that she was, indeed, a lesbian and was very comfortable with that self-admission. 

No, Sami had no problems with the realization about who she was.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 02







A Girl Called Sami Ch. 03



Huh....huh.....huh....Sami's breaths coming easy for her as she neared the end of her run that January morning, running in sweats because, even in New Orleans, January mornings are chilly.

It was early in the new semester, the spring semester; Sami had done well in her first semester at the University, finishing with a 3.98 GPA; she had answered an ad near the end of the last semester from the art department seeking full-body models for selected classes, and got the part-time job. 

Sami didn't care that she'd have to pose in the nude for some classes, didn't care at all; she'd never been particularly shy or bashful about nudity, hers or anyone else's. Between the occasional model shoots, her job at the Grille, and the Art Department gig, she was able to start a savings account at the Credit Union on campus; for Sami it was 'freedom' money, freedom from not having much or any.

Running up the entry stairs to her dorm, she ran the two flights to her floor, taking them two at a time.

"Good run, Sami?" Bonnie asked from her desk where she was working with her laptop.

"Yeah, it was, Bonnie, thanks," Sami puffed out as she walked in slow circles in the middle of the dorm room, cooling down, catching her breath.

Since returning from the holiday break, Bonnie had been sporting a new ring on her engagement finger but had said nothing about it, so Sami didn't ask; if she wants to say something, she will, was her thought on the matter.

She had returned home for both the Thanksgiving and Christmas breaks. Though she was happy to see her parents, and spend time with them, she was happier to be able to hook up with Charlene a few times when they were both at home for the holidays.

She and Toni found a really happy place with their relationship; a true, I-have-your-back, friendship and a no-string, satisfying sexual relationship for them both. Sami chuckled when she thought about their nights on the road with the team; most of the team wanted to party at dance clubs for a while after a win, and they won a lot, T and Sami just wanted to fuck each other. 

Yeah, Sami thought, T and I's friendship is fucking perfect.

"Bonnie, I'll be right back, I need to hit the showers," Sami called over her shoulder to Bonnie while she gathered her 'stuff'.

"Oh wait, hang on and I'll go with you; I haven't showered, or eaten yet, working on that assignment; Can you believe that? Three weeks into the new semester and he wants a paper already," Bonnie was saying as she quickly gathered her stuff.

Since returning from the holiday break, Sami picked up a new vibe from Bonnie, one that wasn't so full of herself, one that Sami thought she might even like, given time. But, it was better so far this semester, being her roomie, Sami had to honestly admit.

Since this was a Sunday morning and relatively early, they had the facilities to themselves. They made small talk as they brushed teeth, and all of that morning crap. Taking adjoining shower stalls, they continued to talk to each other over the shower walls.

"Sami, would you like to grab breakfast with me when we're done in here, I have some stuff I'd really like to talk you about, if you'd like to have breakfast, that is," Bonnie asked.

Shit! What the fuck?

"Er, sure, Bonnie, yeah, that'd be great; after my run, I'm famished," Sami replied after a few seconds.

They both had stepped out to dry, talking about this and that, Bonnie oblivious to the fact that Sami was eyeing her with carnal desires that surprised even Sami. No denying it, Sami thought as she toweled dry, if Ms. Bonnie's not careful, I might crawl into bed with her; yeah, she looked that good.

They chose the student cafeteria, almost empty at 8 o'clock on a Sunday morning. Choosing their breakfast foods, Bonnie led them to a table that was sort of off to the side, not near any real foot traffic.

They ate silently, drank their coffees, each in their own thoughts when Bonnie finally spoke.

"Okay, I know you've noticed the ring, and..."

"Yeah, I was going to say something but never did, but anyway, congratulations," Sami interrupted Bonnie to say.

"Well, see, that's the thing; I'm not really sure congratulations are in order," Bonnie said and looking very sad when she said it.

"The thing is, Sami, the thing is that I'm not sure that Roy is 'the one', ya know?" Bonnie sadly said, her eyes searching Sami's face, as if for answers.

"The thing is," Bonnie continued, almost as if Sami wasn't there, almost as if she was talking to herself about herself, "Roy and I grew up together, our parents long-time friends; we were raised together, and from the time I can remember, both of our parents always talked about us getting married."

"Damn," was all that Sami could say.

"I mean, Sami, I never knew that I had a choice; I'm sure he didn't either. When we were old enough to date, we dated each other; it was expected and that's what we did," Bonnie continued to Sami? To herself?

And almost as if a fog was lifted from her eyes, she was back in the here and now, saying, "The thing is Sami, I'm not sure that I am in love with Roy; and I think he feels the same way, but neither of us will actually talk about it, ya know?"

Bonnie grew silent, twirling her coffee mug in her hands on the table.

"Bonnie, look, I'm no shrink, or anything close to it, but this is your life that ya'll's parents are fucking with; one of you, you or Roy, needs to man-up, or woman-up and put it out there to talk about." Sami said, not sure why she even cared, but somehow, she did.

"I can't tell you what to do, only what needs to be done," Sami continued, "but baby, you let them keep this kind of control over you, you'll never have a life of your own; it will always be theirs. I'm not saying either of your parents are evil, I'm just saying that they may not know any better; you need to make a stand before its too late."

Finishing her thoughts on the matter, Sami said, "And it needs to start with Roy and you having an honest face to face conversation; sooner, rather than later."

Nodding her head as Sami was dispensing her dime store advice, Bonnie looked up from the hole she had stared into her cup of coffee, looked at Sami, saying, "Yeah, all of those things you said, all of them, I've thought about and I know that you're right."

"Thanks, Sami, you have no idea how much it helped to hear what I was thinking all along, from somebody else; somebody I respect and admire," Bonnie's voice sad.

Then quick as a flash, Bonnie put a smile on her face and asked Sami if she had to work today, or what? Sami was about to answer that this was the first free day for Sami since they had returned to school, when Sami's phone chirped.

"Sami? It's Marcia; have you got a sec?"

"Yeah, sure, Marcia, what's up?"

"I've had a change in plans and I'm free tonight and feel like doing some more work on your piece and I was wondering if you're available to sit for me, tonight?"

Crap! There's my free day gone, Sami quickly thought, but thirty bucks an hour is thirty bucks an hour.

"Sure, so happens that I'm free tonight; what time?"

One of the select classes that Sami body-posed for was a working adults workshop for painters; some were advanced art students here at school, most were working adults seeking self-improvement with their art, and some were trying to become artists.

Marcia was an accomplished artist who painted and displayed her works at Jackson Square in the French Quarters, one of many who did the same thing. She was in her mid-forties, a divorcee with 'means' it appeared, and while you wouldn't call her 'hot', there was an underlying sexiness about her that was 'just there', ya know? Hanging in the air, seemingly surrounding her 'space'.

Sami had started a project as her model for a large nude that Marcia was doing, at the end of the last semester, just before break, and it was almost finished. Marcia had mentioned something about another piece she wanted to do with Sami, but nothing more had been said.

Thirty bucks an hour is thirty bucks an hour. The sessions would normally last 3 hours and Marcia always, but always, added a tip to make the amount come out to an even hundred bucks.

Hundred bucks to sit around naked for three hours? Sami had no problem with that, not one fucking bit.

~

"Sami, how good to see you," Marcia said in greeting after opening her patio gate and standing aside so that Sami could enter the narrow path to the courtyard. Marcia's apartment was typical French Quarters; three hundred year old brick structures with a small courtyard and sometimes two separate buildings, if one was lucky or wealthy, which Marcia seemed to be.

Marcia used her smaller, second building as her studio, it was where she painted; she had it redone to modernize the interior a bit, adding a bathroom and a small sitting room; upstairs was part of the living quarters which connected, by balcony, to the main apartment.

Sami changed in the bathroom, putting on a small wrap to walk around in. When she walked out into the studio, Marcia handed her a glass of wine, and clicked her glass against Sami's. "It's Sunday, we're working, and we're allowed," tipping her head towards Sami and taking a sip, afterwards.

Sami liked Marcia, liked sitting for her; she seemed to set her own course, seemingly doing what she wanted, when she wanted. She had a quick and sarcastic wit, which Sami did as well, and which Sami really liked in Marcia. There was no age difference that Sami saw with Marcia, even in class with the others, she just seemed so 'ageless', like it wasn't a factor with her.

"Just a couple of more minutes Sami," Marcia said to, but not looking at, Sami, her eyes being focused and concentrating on the fine brush strokes she was making. "Okay, you can move, now," stepping back from the canvas, eyeing it critically as most artists do with their own works.

"Would you mind pouring the rest of that second bottle for us while I clean my brushes?" Marcia asked Sami as Sami put on her wrap, tying it in front, loosely. 

Sami did as requested, returning to hand Marcia hers as she sipped from her own glass. Sami was feeling a buzz forming from the two bottles she had helped Marcia drink. Yeah, she was under the legal drinking age of twenty-one but in Louisiana, in the privacy of one's own home, and in many clubs, as well, eighteen to twenty year-olds drink. It was accepted as being so, especially in New Orleans.

"Oh my, is that all that was left? Well, I'll open up another one in just a minute."

"Marcia, I'd really love to stay for that third bottle but I have to catch the street car back to campus before it gets too late."

"Oh, pooh, don't worry about it, I'll drive you back; I'm enjoying your company, and our conversation, so of course, you'll stay," Marcia said, not asked.

"You sure?"

"Yes, silly; now, follow me to the apartment, that's where the wine is and the parlor is much more comfortable, okay?"

"Yes ma'am, you're the boss," Sami said, truthfully, and a bit tipsy.

"Would you mind opening the wine for us and we'll let it breathe while I jump into the shower really quickly; all I can smell is my oil-paints, do you mind?" Marcia said as she handed the wine bottle and opener to her. And in a flash, she was gone, running upstairs to her bedroom's shower.

She was quick, Sami thought, when Marcia ran down the stairs, her short hair still a bit damp, the pinkness of her skin betraying the hot water she had just been under. Marcia had slipped on a pair of sweat pants with a large, shaggy sweater. Pouring for the both of them, she led Sami to the parlor, indicating to Sami to sit on the loveseat while she turned on her system, finding some very nice soft jazz to play in the background as they talked.

"To us strong women," Marcia toasted after she sat down on the loveseat with Sami.

"Hear, hear," Sami agreeably said, taking a sip of her wine.

They chit-chatted, talked about the night class, talking about the art scene in the City, and just general crap, ya know? It wasn't until they were on their third glass from the third bottle that Marcia changed the tone of the conversation.

"So, Sami, what's it like to be a college student these days? Still too much work and not enough time?"

"Still," Sami simply said.

"Do you have a chance for much of a social life? You know, go out on dates and stuff?"

"I could make time, I suppose, but it's not all that important to me right now; I rather load up on credit hours and work so I can graduate faster."

"Must be frustrating, at times," Marcia offered, her eyes searching Sami's face for something; for what? 

"If it were me, I'd have carpal tunnel from masturbation," Marcia jokingly said.

"You learn to make do, so to speak," Sami said but not blushing a bit.

Was that what Marcia was studying Sami's face for? Was she trying to get of a sense of Sami's limits with this kind of talk?

"I bet you do," Marcia said with a face that hinted at something else but Sami wasn't sure what, "and while masturbation is a great coping tool, even for me, there are times when one wants to feel the warmth of another body in bed with them, ya' know?

They were quiet for a bit, when Marcia extended her arm and hand to brush the hair over Sami's ear and from the side of her face. Her hand stayed on the side of Sami's face, Marcia's fingers lightly brushing up and down Sami's cheek and ear.

Okay, Sami thought, as she leaned against Marcia's stroking fingers, closing her eyes, enjoying Marcia's touches, I've drunk too much wine and I'm about to fuck a forty-something woman. She didn't question, if; no, not at all because she knew; she didn't question the age difference; didn't matter, Sami suddenly wanted this woman in the worse way.

Seeing Sami close her eyes and lean into her fingers, Marcia scooted a bit closer, close enough to put her arm around Sami. With her other hand, Marcia turned Sami's face towards her own, her eyes smiling when she saw Sami opening her mouth in anticipation of a kiss.

Marcia didn't disappoint; she leaned down and kissed Sami tenderly and lovingly, moving her hand from Sami's face to the opening in her wraparound, lightly brushing her fingers across Sami's chest. Increasing the intensity of their kiss, Marcia slipped her hand inside of Sami's wraparound, cupping her firm, nineteen year-old breasts, running her hand slowly over them, feeling and fondling them, her own crotch getting hot as she ran her palm across Sami's aroused nipples. Gently pushing Sami against the arm of the love seat, all the while the two holding their kiss, Marcia loosened Sami's tie-wrap, opening the two halves of the wraparound, exposing her Sami's pert titties.

Dropping her mouth to one, Marcia slowly and sensually sucked and licked Sami-girl's breasts, biting a bit on the nipples which sent jolts of electricity through Sami's body.

Sami's hands had pulled up Marcia's loose-fitting oversized sweater, running her hands up and down her back, before she brought them to Marcia's breasts, kneading them, loving the feel of their fullness and softness. Marcia was almost a D-cup to Sami's B and Sami loved their feel.

"Follow me," Marcia said, looking up from Sami's wet and red nipple, "we'll go upstairs."

Sami's answer was to kiss Marcia, sliding her tongue deep into the older woman's throat. Just as Marcia started to moan her contentment, Sami broke off the kiss and said, "Lead the way."

Marcia quickly established that she wanted her fill of Sami-girl's young body, kissing, licking, and tonguing Sami's body with wanton lust. She rocked Sami-girl's world, bringing her to repeated orgasms, quickly, one after the other, Sami's cries of delight loud in the small bedroom.

When Sami could fight the urge no longer, she pulled Marcia from between her legs, and laying her on her back, Sami absolutely devoured the older woman's body, taking Marcia to the mountaintop and back again many times. 

Bowing to sexual fatigue, and sore pussies, they stopped and just lay together for quite a while in silence when Marcia finally spoke.

"You've done this before."

It wasn't a question, it was a statement.

"Once or twice," was Sami's only reply, punctuated with a smirky laugh.

"You have talents, my dear, serious makes-me-cum-to-think-about-it talents, baby girl," Marcia said, meaning every word of it.

"As much as I'd love to fuck you for the next three days, I promised you a ride back to campus, so we'd better start working towards that goal, agree?"

"I agree," said Sami, "and thank you for a deliciously lovely evening, Marcia; that was a lot of fun."

"Got that right, babydoll, got that right," agreed Marcia, kissing Sami a quick one afterwards.

They shared a long tongue-swiping goodnight kiss in the darkness of the dorm's parking lot. As Sami got ready to jump out of the car, Marcia reached into her purse and retrieving some money, she stuffed the bills in Sami's shirt pocket, letting her fingers feel Sami's breast one more time.

"Before I forget," Marcia said, "that's for tonight's work."

"Thanks, Marcia; call when you're ready to do another sitting okay," Sami said, and then waved goodbye as Marcia drove from the lot.

Sami entered her room; it was empty, Bonnie not having returned from the Sorority meeting yet. Sami threw her jacket on her bed and went to the closet to get her sleep stuff to change into. Remembering the money Marcia had stuffed into her shirt, Sami fished the bills out and fanning them out, she stared at three, one hundred-dollar bills.

She was stunned for a second, double-checking that they were, indeed, hundred dollar bills, and then she was super-fucking happy which became something else.

The thought started small but grew quickly; had she just prostituted herself to Marcia? Looking again to the bills in her hand, she quickly decided that she didn't really care.

Oh, there would be remorse, but that would come much later in her life; for now, she slept the sleep of an innocent that night.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 04



-4-

"Momma, it's my life that we're talking about, not yours," Bonnie said into her cell phone; well, more like shouted, than said.

Sami was trying not to hear the conversation as she packed her bag for the upcoming road trip with the team, but in the confines of the small dorm room, that wasn't a possibility.

"Look, if Roy and I are okay with breaking off the engagement, then you and his parents and daddy, will just have to deal with it, okay? And look, momma, I've got to go, I'm going to be late for a class; I'll talk to you later, bye," and with that said, Bonnie closed her cell-phone and remained sitting in her bed, cross-legged, a bit of her panties visible between her legs under her sleep shirt which had hiked up onto her thighs.

"I'm sorry, Sami, I'm sorry you had to hear all that crap," Bonnie apologized, looking to Sami with a sort-of sad smile on her face.

"Don't worry about it, Bonnie, shit happens, you know?"

"Oh yeah, I know," Bonnie said with a bit of a sad laugh.

"Roy and I had our talk," Bonnie was saying to Sami as she rooted through her closet for class-clothes, "and you were right, I was right, Roy felt the same way I did about getting married. He felt that it was just what was supposed to be, not really what we wanted, or he wanted."

"Don't get me wrong, we still very much care for each other and all, but he felt that we were being pushed into this by our parents, just like I felt."

"I'm sorry, Bonnie," Sami said in sympathy.

"Don't be; if you hadn't help me to get the courage to talk with him about it, I'd probably made a huge mistake, both of us would've, and gotten married. I'm just really thankful that I didn't wind up pregnant, ya' know?"

Well, Sami didn't know, of course, but said that she did.

"So what's your game plan now?" Sami asked, "Plan to play the field for a while?"

"Nah, I mean, I don't know; it's really not that important at the moment; I mean it's not like I'm really going to miss the sex, ya' know or anything," laughing a bit, "I mean, it was okay, but...well, you know, right?"

"Sort of," Sami answered, zipping her overnight bag afterwards.

Slipping out of her sleep shirt, Bonnie grabbed a bra from her drawer and slipped her arms through the straps, bending forward to slip her girls into the bra, then straightening up to clasp it behind her back.

"Well, you know all of my dirty laundry," Bonnie laughingly said, "when am I going to hear the details of your love life; you never talk about your boyfriends, or dating, or anything."

Sami chuckled, picked up her bag to walk out of the door, when she stopped, her hand on the knob; "Yeah, well maybe if you get me drunk enough, I'll fill your ears with tales of my exciting sex-life one day," and wishing each other well with class and the game, Sami left to meet Toni at the coffee kiosk in the square.

Looking up from the table in the square, T saw Sami walking fast towards her, bag in hand. T walked up to the kiosk and ordered a couple of coffees for her and Sami, handing Sami hers when she set her bag down at the table.

"Mornin' Glory," T jokingly said as they sat down, "What's new with you?"

Sami filled T in on the latest in her roommate's on-going drama with her family, both of them shaking their heads sadly afterwards.

"Just another reason for me to like chicks," T joked, her voice soft so that it could only be heard by Sami.

"Yeah, but T, that can go just as bad as with a guy; you know that," Sami said, "I mean, it's about relationships and interaction; the gender doesn't matter."

"Don't I know it," T said in response, "we bitches can be real bitches when we want to be," both laughing at the truthfulness of the statement, walking off together to the team bus.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 05







A Girl Called Sami Ch. 05



Sami was burning with horniness by now, and moving her hand until it was on top of Bonnie's breast, over her blouse, as they kissed lustfully, Sami's hand kneaded, squeezed and fondled Bonnie's breasts. Bonnie was a 36-C, and a full C-cup at that, as well as firm, which drove Sami's desires even more.

Bonnie was now moving and thrashing with excitement, and when she felt Sami's bare thigh snake between her legs and up against her crotch, against her wet panties, Bonnie's response was to grind against Sami's leg as if she were fucking.

Baby steps, Sami-girl, baby steps or you'll frighten her, scare her off.

But she's grinding her pussy against my leg, and her boobs feel so good, and I want to taste her so badly.

Baby steps, Sami-girl.

As much as she wanted to rip Bonnie's panties from her, Sami knew to do so would be a bit much for Bonnie's 'trial run', especially as tipsy as she is.

Bonnie was sucking on Sami's tongue, her hands holding Sami's face to hers; she was letting Sami touch her everywhere and in any matter, her moans constant as she sucked on Sami's tongue.

Moving her hand from Bonnie's breasts as they kissed in a heated frenzy, Sami moved her hand between Bonnie's legs, under her skirt which had hiked up, cupping Bonnie's sex in her hand, feeling the wetness of Bonnie's panties against her skin.

Slowly and with purpose, Sami caressed Bonnie's pussy through her panties; Bonnie's response was to spread her legs to make it easier for Sami to do so. And Sami did so, increasing her fondling as she bit Bonnie's breasts through the blouse and bra that she was wearing which caused Bonnie to moan even more.

"Mmmm, oh, oh, Damn, oh don't stop, please don't stop," Bonnie begged Sami, returning to kissing Sami afterwards; pulling her mouth from Sami's again, she moaned loudly, and wrapping her arms around Sami, Bonnie pulled her head from the bed, her mouth on Sami's neck as she muffled her scream of orgasmic joy when she came.

Her breath was coming fast as her orgasm faded, but taking a while to leave completely.

"Oh, damn, Sami; damn, damn, damn, whatever did you do to me?" Bonnie said, and then she smothered Sami with kisses and hugs. Lying back down as her breathing began to slow, the full force of the 151 rum hit her like a sledge hammer.

Sami's pussy was soaked with desire, but beginning to feel the effects of the rum now, herself, they stayed lying in Sami's bed together, their legs and arms intertwined, both of them wet with sex-sweat.

Just before she followed Bonnie into dreamland, Sami thought that it wasn't tonight, but she will get her mouth on Bonnie's pussy, and soon.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 06



The morning after their make-out session, Sami awoke, and in that still half-asleep stage, she realized that she had another body in bed with her, which confused her at first. 

Slowly, as the fog lifted, the memory of the night previous surfaced and brought clarity to Sami's confused state. Bonnie was still asleep, lying on her back, her skirt up around her hips, and her panties slightly askew, showing some of her light brown pubes.

Moving slowly so's not to wake Bonnie, Sami snaked herself from her own bed. It wasn't until she stood up that the hangover hammer came down, full force, on her head.

Holy fuck, Sami thought, as she struggled to maintain her balance, but that fucking hurts, referring to the pounding headache behind her eyes, pounding away as if trying to break through Sami's skull.

She grabbed her shower crap and cos kit and silently snuck out of the room to hit the showers; right after she swallowed four aspirins, she did make it into the showers.

Standing under the hot water, Sami's mind-movie replayed last night's events, all things becoming clearer to her now. And, as usual, whenever Sami had sexual thoughts, Sami got horny, and standing in the shower, she wasn't too hung over to masturbate, to give herself the orgasm that she didn't get last night.

Funny, she thought, as she let her spectacular orgasm fade from her body, but the climax seemed to have helped the headache. Sami always had spectacular orgasms when she masturbated and absentmindedly began to wonder if she had discovered a cure for hangovers.

Sami opened their dorm room door slowly but saw that Bonnie was awake, sitting upright in Sami's bed, looking like she had been hit by a truck.

"Oh, Sami, my head hurts so damned much," Bonnie said when she saw Sami walking in. Grabbing a bottle of water and opening it, she handed it to Bonnie, followed by four aspirins.

"Take those, baby, and hit the showers; it'll help, believe me; and then we need to find coffee and lots of it, okay?"

"Yes ma'am," was all the response Bonnie could muster while Sami helped her get her shower stuff together.

They walked together to the student dining hall, the sight of the breakfast buffet almost making the both of them sick to their stomachs. It wasn't until the third cup of coffee that they finally talked. 

On the walk over to the dining hall, neither said much, both lost in their own thoughts, it seemed.

"Sami, about last night, I, er, I'm not sure what to say."

"You don't need to say anything, baby; we were drunk, you were curious, and what happens in room 204, stays in 204, okay?"

"Yeah, I know that, I mean I believe that it'll stay between us; I'm not worried about that."

"Then what are you worried about? That you liked it?" Sami said jokingly.

And looking at Sami straight on, her eyes locking with Sami's, Bonnie replied.

"Yes," she said, "I am worried because I did like it; I liked it a lot and I'm not sure how to process all of this."

"Don't worry yourself sick because you liked the way I made you feel, Bonnie; we were two friends, being friendly, that's all, it doesn't mean that you're a lez, or a dyke."

"I know, Sami, but I feel bad because you did it all for me, to me and I didn't do anything about your problem; I mean, I assume that you got horny also."

"Oh yeah, I did, but I took care of myself this morning, in the shower," Sami said, "and last night? It was all about you, baby, and I was a bit scared that if I went as far as I wanted to go, you'd run out of the room screaming."

Bonnie looked at her seriously, and replied, "I wouldn't have done that; I mean, I wouldn't have run away screaming. Sami, I just need some time to process all of this, you know?"

"Yeah, baby, I do know; been there, and done that, myself."

"I just need a little time, that's all," Bonnie repeated.

"So we're still going to be roomies?" Sami asked.

"Oh, I hope so," Bonnie said, a serious look to her face when she said it.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 07



The summer semester was moving towards finals week and at the end of it, Sami would be 'officially a sophomore in college, and yes, she felt an immense amount of pride for that personal achievement.

Sami traveled back home to Jackson for the July fourth weekend, catching a ride and sharing the gas costs with another coed from Jackson, Melissa. Sami loved the Student Newspaper for its humor and sarcastic digs it took at the 'Establishment', as well as the student ads. 

She had seen the ad, looking for someone to share gas costs to Jackson for that glorious American holiday and contacted Melissa, securing a ride home.

"Sami?" Melissa questioned when approaching the table at the square's coffee kiosk.

"Hi, you're Melissa?" Sami replied.

"Yes, glad to meet you," Melissa said as she accepted Sami's invite to sit down.

Melissa Green was a rather diminutive young woman, probably no more than 5'3" on tip-toes, Sami thought. She was slight in build, with a short hairstyle, her red hair framing her face nicely.

She was a senior, majoring in upper elementary education and lived near Oxford, Mississippi, the home of Ol' Miss, the state's pride and joy when it came to higher education.

They had coffee together while discussing the trip home for the holiday weekend. Arrangements were made for Melissa to pick Sami up right after classes, next week, and sealing the deal with a handshake, they each went on with their respective plans for that day.

Slinging her camera over her shoulder, Sami went in search of photo opportunities.

Since she had received Bev's camera as a birthday gift, Sami had been a shooting fool around the campus. She was particularly fond of shooting the old and majestic Live Oak trees that were all over the campus.

Sami loved the massive, gnarled limbs, as they snaked from the trunk of these gorgeous trees, bending and dipping towards the ground before rising again to reach for the sky. At one time in New Orleans, most of these oaks were festooned with beautiful Spanish Moss dripping from its limbs, but for myriad reasons throughout the south, the Spanish Moss was a disappearing phenomenon.

Walking the campus with her camera, Sami felt a sense of serenity for whatever reason. She would get into a 'zone', her eyes searching for the perfect shot, the perfect angle, for her lenses to capture and freeze in time.

As an Art major, she had access to the Art department's darkroom facilities, the charge to students to use them, being very reasonable. For this reason, but not entirely, Sami shot Black & White film, easier and cheaper to develop than color film. Sami also liked the drama that she could create with B&W film, using shadow and detail to accentuate the shot. She also liked the graininess of the high-contrast film that she favored.

All in all, Sami thought, as she approached the fall semester, a few weeks off yet, she thought her first year of college to be a monumental success.

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For Bonnie Sue, it was a summer of discovery.

Since that first kiss with Sami, Bonnie's world was a hodge-podge of emotions to say the least.

She and Roy had gone of a few dates since breaking their engagement which, by the way, was still a point of contention between them and their families. Their parents, totally clueless, still pushed hard at them to 'get back together'; Bonnie Sue and Roy both knew, in their hearts, that wasn't going to happen.

Within the first week of that magic night with Sami, Bonnie initiated sex with Roy on their date; Roy thought it was because that Bonnie still thought him sexually virile, but for Bonnie, it was nothing more than a check of her own libido to gauge the pleasure she had enjoyed with Sami.

Roy didn't know that, of course, nor would Bonnie say so. Of course, Roy got his rocks off, but for Bonnie, it was more of the same, her own climax having to wait until she was alone in her bed at the dorm, her hands providing the relief that her body needed.

Before making out with Sami, Bonnie often masturbated after a date with Roy, after they had sex, and fantasized about fucking and sucking other cocks in order for her to get off. Since that night with Sami, her fantasies when masturbating were of the scent and softness of Sami's lips and kisses, and the feelings that Sami's hands provided. When Bonnie masturbated after watching lesbian porn on her laptop, her mind-movie was of her and Sami orally pleasuring each other.

That hadn't happened yet, of course, but Bonnie desperately wanted it to, she knew that with certainty, and whenever she could garner to courage to take that next step with Sami, she knew she would.

She was getting closer to 'crossing the line' when she and Sami had their make-out sessions, but she wasn't there yet, not quite yet, but soon, she was sure.

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The trip home for the holiday weekend turned out to be fortuitous for Sami, in a couple of ways.

Conversation with Melissa on the drive was relaxed, and free-flowing; they both liked Delta Blues music, the earthiness of the genre reaching deep within their souls; they were both 'runners', running every day and decided that upon return to campus, that they would coordinate timing to be able to run together whenever possible. When T was on campus, she ran with Sami but only once or twice a week. With Melissa a daily runner, like Sami, she would now have company on her runs and Sami liked running with a partner.

But, the crowning jewel of their discoveries of each other was the fact that Melissa was trying to sell her used, Honda 250cc motor scooter. Melissa loved the scooter but at 5'3'' and barely a hundred pounds, balancing and riding at slow speeds was a challenge, to say the least, for Melissa. Because of that, the scooter stayed parked and was used once a week to keep the batteries and fluids viable. 

Simply said, she no longer had use for her 'scoot', as she called it.

Sami had been driving tractors and farm equipment from the time she was ten years old, which included an ATV for going out into the fields to bring feed and such. With her 5'10" height, Sami's ability to balance would be of little consequence.

They struck a deal on the drive back to campus and for the relatively cheap price of fifteen hundred bucks; Sami now possessed wheels, which in turn, gave her even more freedom to get about the City for photo shoots, and photography opportunities.

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Hearing her cell's ring-tone, Bonnie answered it, a bit resentful of being interrupted in the middle of her masturbation.

"Bonnie, get your fine ass downstairs, I've got something to show you," Bonnie heard Sami say when she answered the cell.

"Give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll be right down," Bonnie lied. She was already dressed, though her shorts and panties were around her knees as she lay on her bed. Hanging up, Bonnie finished her masturbation, fueled now by fresh visions brought on by Sami's voice.

That's why she wanted the five minutes, to get off, which she did within two minutes of the call.

"Sweet!" Bonnie exclaimed when she viewed Sami sitting on her new wheels, well, new to Sami at any rate, "where'd you get that?"

Sami gave Bonnie a shortened version of how she came to be the owner, third hand, of the 'scoot'. With a 250cc engine, she'd be able to keep up with traffic easily, and the size of the Honda, with the rear seat, would easily accommodate two people. There was even a storage bin behind the passenger seat for storage. Melissa had included two helmets with the deal and tossing one to Bonnie, which she almost dropped, Sami told Bonnie to strap on the helmet and they'd take a ride.

It was a fucking blast, to say the least.

They stayed close to campus, venturing through Audubon Park, which was nearby, enjoying the wind in their faces, and drove around the area of the City known, locally, as the 'Garden District'; old multi-storied mini-mansions on large grounds, most over a hundred years old. Huge, old trees dotted the Garden District, which was the home for the 'old money' of the City.

"Damn, that was fun," Bonnie exclaimed when Sami returned them to their dorm; locking the wheels of the scooter with the thick, heavy chain, they ran upstairs to their room, both still exhilarated from the hour-long tour.

"Yeah, it was," Sami exclaimed, her adrenalin still pumping from the ride, "and now, room 204 has wheels," she proudly proclaimed.

"Good for you," Bonnie said.

"No, good for us; we now have wheels to get around on when we need to go somewhere, and we don't have to rely on buses and street cars for transportation."

Bonnie smiled when she heard Sami use the term 'us'; it pleased her for some unknown reason.

Their chit-chatting was interrupted by Sami's cell going off.

"Sami, its Marcia, have you a minute or two?"

"Sure, how are you?"

"Oh, just as horny as ever but I don't need to tell you that, now, do I?" Marcia replied bluntly, and with a bit of a laugh.

"No, no, Marcia, you certainly don't," Sami joked back with her.

"Well, the reason for the call is to ask you if you were free any night this week, so that we can start the new project."

The second project piece, the one of Sami in a short kimono, had been finished the week before the July fourth weekend, and over that weekend when Marcia displayed it on the Square, it had sold.

For Marcia, not only was Sami a delicious young piece of twat, she was also damned near a guaranteed sale.

Checking her schedule, Sami said that the only night free this week was tomorrow night, Tuesday; she was working at the Grille the rest of the week, and into the weekend.

"Well, then, is it a date?" Marcia asked.

"Yep, what time do you want to start?"

"If you could be here around 5," Marcia said further, "I'd love for you to have dinner with us before we start the new work."

Us?

Explaining herself, Marcia said that a 'dear' friend was in town for a visit for a couple of weeks, and Marcia would love for Sami to meet her, since she was also an artist, but living in "La-La Land", Marcia jokingly said, referring, of course, to Los Angeles.

Sami said, "Sure, that'd be great; I'll you at 5," declining Marcia's offer to come and pick her up at the dorm.

"No need, I have transportation now," and quickly, Sami told Marcia of her purchase of the Honda.

Marcia laughed, and complimented Sami on have the 'cajones' to drive around the City on two wheels, ringing off afterwards.

"Sitting for Marcia again?" Bonnie asked after Sami had hung up. Bonnie knew she sat for Marcia as a model; Bonnie didn't know of the sexual side of that relationship, though.

"Yeah, that's good, though; Momma's got to pay for insurance," Sami laughingly said.

"You're working the rest of this week, too?" Bonnie questioned further.

"Well, I sorta' lied about that," Sami admitted, "I'm off Friday night, but I thought that you and I could maybe go out to eat or catch a movie, if you don't have a date with Roy, that is."

"Nope, I'm all yours," Bonnie replied, happy inside that she and Sami had a 'date'.

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"Sami, I'd like you to meet a dear friend, my roommate from college, Miriam," Marcia said by way of introduction.

Miriam was a couple of years younger than Marcia, and taller, though shorter than Sami. She had a short hair-style, not quite like a boy's cut, but close; her figure was attractive, not outstanding, but it suited her height. Like Marcia, her wit was quick and irreverent.

They shared a light supper of grilled shrimp and a salad, along with a wonderful bottle of wine that Miriam had brought along with her, from a small, privately-owned winery in Temecula, California.

Dinner over, Miriam produced a fat doobie as an aperitif for their meal.

"My travel kit of paints and thinners provide a wonderful mask of odor for a small amount of herb," Miriam explained.

"Back in the day," Marcia offered, "we were known around campus as the M&M girls," Marcia laughingly said, "rarely did you see one without the other."

"Yeah, that and the fact that we always had the munchies from the weed we smoked," Miriam contributed.

After they finished the joint, Marcia suggested that they get started with the night's work of starting the new project.

Would you mind if I tagged along, Sami?" Miriam asked, "And if you didn't mind, I'd like to do some pencil sketches while you and Marcia worked, if that's okay with you; I promise that I won't deny you compensation, should I ever sell them."

"Sure, I'm okay with that," Sami said, feeling the buzz as she said it.

This project would be of Sami standing, leaning against a faux-marble stone column, it actually being made of paper mache; Sami would be facing away from Marcia, just the posterior view as a subject. 

With Sami's firm ass and legs, she was almost goddess-like when she assumed the pose. Marcia draped a gauze-type material from Sami's shoulder, running across and partially hiding her ass, and wrapping around her right thigh which was held a bit apart from her body's standing position, finally dropping to the floor, gathered at her right foot.

The sitting went well for all; Marcia focused on the canvas in front of her, while Miriam sketched quickly and freely with pencil on a tablet, capturing the entire scene, and individual sketches of both Marcia working and Sami in pose.

"Would you like to shower, Sami?" Marcia asked as she wiped off her brushes and putting them, afterwards, to soak in her cleaning jar.

"I can shower back at the dorm, but thanks for the offer," Sami replied.

"Aren't you planning on staying for a while, like usual?" Marcia asked, with a questioning look on her face.

"Well, with your company and all, I figured it wouldn't be 'as usual', Sami offered in explanation.

"Miriam wouldn't be in the way at all, sweetie," Marcia said as if Miriam wasn't in the room, "in fact, she'd be very agreeable to joining us, wouldn't you, Miriam?"

"Indeed," Miriam answered as she put up her drawing pencils and pad.

"You won't be disappointed, Sami-girl, I promise you," Marcia added, "and after we've all showered, we'll relax for a bit with some ganja, okay?"

They were asking Sami to do a threesome, Sami quickly realized, and just as quickly, Sami thought it to be a grand idea.

"Anyone for a shower?" Sami asked in answer to the unspoken question.

"Miriam, why don't you and Sami shower up while I roll us a little something for later," Marcia said as she walked from the studio, leaving the two of them behind.

While Sami and Miriam touched, teased and soaped each other, there were no climaxes reached by either, but there was plenty of horny for them both as a result, which was the plan.

Sami enjoyed Miriam's knowledgeable touches, especially her kisses. For her part, Miriam had to fight off the urge to drop to her knees to pleasure this good-looking nineteen year-old. But, fight it, she did.

They joined Marcia in the parlor of the main apartment, Marcia having rolled the doobie, showering afterwards in the bedroom's attached bathroom. Sami used the wraparound that she normally used and the M&M girls had thrown on wraps of their own.

Firing up, they shared the herb, and conducted banal and meaningless conversation. Sami had been positioned to sit between M&M, and the nearness of the older women, along with the knowledge that she was going to 'do' them, kicked Sami's horny-motor into gear.

When Miriam leaned in to kiss the side of Sami's face with light, butterfly kisses, her hand dropped to Sami's exposed thigh, slowly and sensually rubbing her fingertips from her knees to a few inches below Sami's crotch.

Sami closed her eyes, moving her head in concert with Miriam's kisses. Marcia mirrored Miriam's kisses to Sami's face, but her hand was softly fondling Sami's breasts as she did so.

Sami's hands were rubbing between the thighs of both women as they kissed her, her fingers moving ever so surely towards their respective snatches. When Marcia leaned in and began kissing Sami's mouth, Miriam moved to the floor in front of Sami, loosening the tie-wrap of Sami's wraparound, pulling it aside, exposing Sami's young, firm body.

Moving Sami's legs apart with her hands, Miriam lowered her head and started kissing and licking Sami-girl's pussy, teasingly, but expertly. Marcia was now sucking Sami's breasts with increasing lust, biting and nibbling on Sami's rock-hard nipples.

For her part, Sami was dizzy with lust, the touches from these two forty-somethings driving her mad with wanton desire. While one of her hands was caressing and rubbing through Miriam's hair as she performed cunnilingus on Sami, her other hand was feeling and fondling Marcia's snatch.

Sami fought off climaxing with all her might but in the hands of these two women, it wasn't enough and she lost that battle, damned near passing out from the rush of blood to her magic spot.

"Shall we go upstairs, darlings?" Marcia asked as she and Miriam kept Sami's motor running with post-coitus nibbles and kisses.

"Oh yeah, but before we do, I should call my roomie so she doesn't worry if I'm a bit late," Sami said, her breathing coming heavily to her from her arousal.

"Or, if you don't come home at all?" Miriam asked, hopefully.

"Or, if I don't come home at all," Sami replied, accepting Miriam's tongue into her mouth afterwards, relishing the taste of her own pussy on Miriam's tongue.

Not only did Sami not go home, she also got very damned little sleep.

Once upstairs, Sami found the M&M girls insatiable, both keeping Sami-girl busy between their legs, and Sami-girl wasn't complaining. Sami had never had as much sex in one night as she had that night, both giving and receiving.

It wasn't until 1 or so in the morning, that the three of them fell into a restful, sex-fatigued slumber.

As Sami drove back to campus on her scooter early the next morning, her pussy was a bit 'tender' as each bump on the street reminded her. Still, she had decided, it was a subtle reminder of how much she had enjoyed her romp with the M&M girls, a night in which Sami-girl learned the value of having sex with older, experienced lovers.

All in all, Sami conceded as she parked and locked her 'scoot', not a bad night for Ms. Puss, no, not in the least. 



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 08



Halloween was a couple of weeks off yet, and the fall semester was going well for both Bonnie and Sami; oh, they had tons of homework that kept them super busy, make no mistake, but they also found the time to scoot around the City, the two of them a common sight in the Garden district on Sami's motor scooter.

Sami started shooting a lot in the French Quarters, whenever she could steal an hour or two from her day to do so. Bonnie went with her often, at first just because she had nothing else going on, but recently it had been because Sami would use her in some of her shots.

The camera lens liked Bonnie, Sami saw after the first couple of times she had shot her, and Sami thought it a good idea to explore that a bit more.

"How 'bout tilting your head just a smidge downward, yeah, like that; now, lower your eyelids just a tad, okay....hold that, baby, just...like...that," Sami said, squeezing off two quick shots.

Sami had placed Bonnie sitting on a stone bench in Jackson Square, a huge Magnolia bush as a background.

"That was great, Bonnie, I'll make a model of you yet," joked Sami while packing her camera away in her gadget bag.

"You'll make a silk purse out a sow's ear, first," Bonnie joked back with her.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sami replied, "you'll see Bonnie-girl, you'll see; now, ready to head back to campus?"

"Do we have time for coffee and beignets?" Bonnie asked hopefully.

"Always time for that, girlfriend," the idea hitting Sami's hot-button.

They chose to sit outside, on the patio of Café Du Monde, a well-known and popular coffee shop in the French Quarters. Though it was fall, it was Louisiana and people were still in shorts and tees, like Sami and Bonnie wore today.

Their order of beignets and café au lait arrived, and the delicious aroma assaulted their senses; to say the girls attacked the plate of light, fluffy pastries covered with powdered sugar would be an understatement.

They laughed at each other's faces, covered with the powdery sugar, which had also gotten on their hands, as well as their tees. They brushed off what they could and decided to let the wind take care of the rest on the scooter ride back to campus.

"Hang on Bonnie-baby, you'll get run over if you fall of the back," joked Sami, and purposefully popping the clutch for a quick start, Sami laughed when Bonnie yelped and grabbed onto Sami's waist to prevent her from falling off as they rocketed down the narrow, French Quarter street.

Bonnie loved these romps with Sami, she loved the wind slipping by them as they rode through the city on Sami's scooter; of course, for Bonnie, any time spent with Sami, just the two of them, she loved, if she were to be truthful.

Moving her hands from Sami's waist, she brought them around to place them on the insides of Sami's thighs, her thumbs brushing against Sami's crotch. Squeezing the inside of Sami's thighs and laying her head against Sami's back, she relived that night at the end of the summer, when she and Sami made love that first time, really made love....





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 09



Damn, but the fall semester had flown by, Sami thought as she walked to her class in the first weeks of the spring semester.

That fall semester had started with a few surprises for Sami-girl. Well, of course, there was the finally-got-into-her-panties thing with Bonnie-baby; but that wasn't the biggest surprise, believe it or not.

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First of all, Toni's girlfriend from back home, enrolled as a freshman; she and Toni finagled a way to room together. That was very cool actually, thought Sami, but the downside was that she and T would not be doing each other as much; not as much, but they still remained roommates on road trips, and their friendship still remained strong. For them, that was more important than the sex, but they still had the sex when traveling with the team, make no mistake.

And then, the mystery of Billie; Billie had not returned to school that fall, and when Sami tried to reach her on her cell phone, and then, later, at her home phone, Sami found both numbers disconnected. That caused Sami concern and she was at a dead end to pursue it further, but still, she remained concerned.

She and Melissa had run together for only two weeks, but, because of her student teaching responsibilities, Melissa had to cut back to only weekend running with Sami. 

Bonnie, dear sweet, sit-on-my-face, Bonnie; she'd definitely become a pussy-lover, more so than Sami thought herself to be. Bonnie's night of discovery at the end of the summer semester had unleashed a side of Bonnie that she didn't realize was inside of her.

Simply said, Bonnie was ready to get naked and fuck Sami at the drop of a hat, or the drop of a bra. Those first two weeks after that night? Bonnie amused herself on a nightly basis by kneeling between Sami's legs and devouring Sami's pussy. The girl couldn't get enough of Sami-girl's pussy.

But, Sami wasn't complaining, mind you.

Sami was doing well with both school and athletics, and all in all, she had little to complain about, Sami thought, as she reached her building for her class, nothing at all. 

No, the biggest surprise for Sami during that fall semester had been the affair she started with a married woman.

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When Melissa had to quit running on a daily basis, Sami changed her running time so that she would begin running an hour earlier, hitting the running paths around six or so.

She had noticed a woman running daily, at the same time and they usually ran 'near' each other, both keeping a similar pace; on the third morning, the woman slowed down, near the end of the run, to let Sami catch her. And when Sami pulled alongside, the woman picked up her pace to stay along side of Sami.

They ran for about another mile, pacing each other, but not saying anything, keeping their wind for the running. At the end of that run, as they walked around, cooling off, the woman introduced herself to Sami.

Jena was a graduate assistant at the University, both she and her husband, Jeff; they both taught freshman courses at school, she, in Microbiology and he, in Applied Physics.

Brief bios of each followed as they grabbed a cup of coffee, at the kiosk, on the square. Since they both liked to run in the cooler air of the early morning hours, they agreed to run together, safety in numbers and all that.

Jena was an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, a few inches shorter than Sami and toned, with a slender, runner's body; not skinny or emaciated, just 'toned'. She and Sami ran well together, both of them pushing each other; though the competition was a non-verbal one, it was there, nevertheless.

Twice a week, Sami didn't have classes until 10, and on those same days, Jena's teaching load was afternoon labs. The rest of the week, Jena taught in the morning and attended classes of her own, in the afternoon.

Jena and Jeff rented an apartment near the college, and twice a week, Sami would have coffee with Jena, at her apartment. Over the course of a month or so, they had become closer, almost at the stage of being 'friends'. And one morning, when Sami rose to leave, to return to her dorm, Jena hugged Sami in goodbye, and kissed her on the lips; a little peck, no tongue, but with a hint of something more, ya' know?

"Now, that was a good run," Jena said to Sami between gulps from her water bottle, and trying to get a lungful of air.

"Yeah, it was, but it damned near sucked all of the oxygen from my lungs trying to breathe in this fog," Sami replied, between gasps for air.

The high humidity of New Orleans makes running a bit of a challenge to begin with; add a warm, foggy morning to the mix and well, it's a bitch.

"Coming over for coffee?" Jena asked as she walked in circles to cool down; both of them soaked through and through from the run, from the moist air that soaked their tees.

"Sure, you buying?" Sami joked, and turning, she walked along with Jena for the short, two block trek.

"Somebody's awake," Jena said with a chuckle, and using her finger, she pushed against Sami's nipple which was hard and poking against the soaked tee shirt.

"Yeah, I'm not surprised," Sami said with a smile, "doesn't take much for those bad boys to wake up; you should see when I walk into a cold, air conditioned room."

"Hmmm, I must remember that when air conditioner season comes around again," Jena teased.

Sami laughed along with her.

"So here's the thing, Sami, I'm curious about you, really curious," Jena said as she poured the coffee into their cups. They were sitting at the table, in Jena's kitchen.

"Curious about what?" Sami asked, a bit curious herself, now.

"Well, we've been running together for almost two months now, and we've been having coffee twice a week for a month and I still don't know a hell of a lot about you, girl," Jena offered, "I mean there's no talk of boyfriends or dating or much of anything about you; why is that?"

"I've really never been one to talk about myself very much, and I tend to keep my private business, private," Sami replied, adding, "no offense, Jena."

"Oh no, I respect that, I really do, since I'm pretty much the same way."

There was a bit of awkward silence before Jena spoke again.

"So, Sami, is there?" 

"Is there what?"

"A boyfriend, a husband, a stalker, I don't know, something, girl, ya' gotta give me something," Jena laughingly begged.

"Okay, I'll give you something," Sami said, "there's none of the aforementioned; there, satisfied?"

More awkward silence.

"I can't believe a doll-baby like you doesn't have a dozen guys sniffing at her twat like a pack of puppies," Jena said with a shake of her head.

"I get asked out, a lot, but that's not my focus Jena, not at all," Sami replied but not giving anything up. Looking at her watch, Sami stood to leave so that she could clean up before class.

"See you tomorrow morning, as usual?" Jena asked as she walked Sami to the door with an arm around Sami's waist, not sexually, but friendly, buddy-like.

"Unless it's pouring, I'll be there," Sami confirmed.

Reaching on tip-toes, Jena gave Sami a little peck on her cheek, European style, following that with a quick buss to the lips. It had become a ritual for the past month or so and Sami didn't mind, in fact.

"Sami? I'll share something with you about me, if you'd like," Jena said when she opened the door for Sami, standing aside, a bit behind it with her hand on the door's edge.

Sami stopped and turned around to face Jena who was a bit behind the door, saying, "Sure, if you'd like."

"I'm bisexual," and with that hanging in the air, Jena closed her door.

"Huh," Sami said to herself, but aloud, "that's putting it out there."

Turning and jogging down the porch steps, Sami jogged back to campus.

They ran again the next morning; nothing being said by either about Jena's parting remark to Sami, yesterday. And the day after that, all was seemingly normal throughout their run.

Cooling down, Jena said they'd have to skip coffee this morning because she had to take Jeff to the airport; he was flying to DC for an interview with the head of Georgetown University's PhD candidate program. 

Jeff must be a real wunderkind, Sami thought, because Jena mentioned that Georgetown had come to him, not vice-versa.

"You working tonight? Asked Jena as they both walked in their tight, cooling- down circles.

"Nope, I don't usually work on Tuesdays," Sami responded.

"Got any plans?" Jena queried.

"No, not any that I've made," joked Sami.

"Wanna' grab a Po-Boy at Mother's and hang out back at my place, afterwards?"

Sami slowly nodded her head as if she were evaluating something, then asked, "Are you okay riding 'bitch' on the back of my scooter?"

"Ooooh, are we going to role-play the 'biker bitch' thing tonight," Jena joked, laughing as she said it, "Pick me up at six; I'd love to ride 'bitch' on your scooter," she added and giving Sami a quick peck on the lips, Jena walked towards her apartment.

The Po-Boys were to die for; but, at Mother's, that was the norm. 

Jumping back on the Honda to return to Jena's, Sami said, as a reminder, "Hold on," and popping the clutch, she jack-rabbited into traffic.

Jena had her hands on Sami's hips, holding on, when she suddenly slipped them under Sami's tee shirt just as they were passing a taxi. Cupping Sami's breasts with both hands, she said, loudly, so that Sami could hear her above the scooter's engine whine, "These make much better safety handles," laughing afterwards.

"Knock yourself out, just don't fall off," Sami laughingly replied, but kinda' liking the brazen, 'don't-give-a-crap', attitude of Jena.

"Damn, riding on that scooter is fun," Jean proclaimed when they entered her apartment, both taking off their helmets and shaking their hair into place, afterwards.

"Wine? A little Diana Krall on the speakers?" Jena asked with her eyebrows arched in a questioning manner. 

"Yes to both questions," Sami replied, sitting on the couch afterwards.

Jena played with a remote and soon Krall's sultry voice was in the air, and Jena joined Sami on the couch with two glasses of a nice Chardonnay. They air-toasted each other, and took healthy sips from their glasses.

They passed the time pleasantly, talking of academia and all, discussing the woes of the world but offering no solutions; and then they opened a second bottle, both thinking it a grand idea, and both just a wee-bit tipsy.

They were facing each other on the couch, each with an arm resting on the couch-back. Jena will tell you that Sami started it, but Sami would argue that, vehemently. 

In truth, it was Jena who casually placed her hand on Sami's arm, absent-mindedly stroking her fingers across Sami's bare arm. They grew silent, the only sounds coming from the sound system, and just as casually, Sami returned the finger-strokes to Jena's arm.

Neither said a word while they stroked each other, but they did look at each other, both of their eyes searching the other's face, when Jena asked Sami a question.

"May I kiss you? I'd really like to kiss you right now."

"I'd really like for you to do that," Sami said invitingly.

With that said, Jena moved to her knees on the couch and scooted closer to Sami; taking Sami's face in her hands, she kissed Sami's full lips with tenderness, her lips wet and warm over Sami's. Opening her mouth in invitation, Sami returned Jena's kisses, both of them getting hotter and hornier as they kissed each other.

Sami slid her hands under Jena's tee, her hands confirming what Sami had suspected; Jena's breasts were smaller than Sami's and their smallness in Sami's hands made her incredibly lustful.

Lifting Jena's shirt, Sami put her mouth to Jena's small, girl-like tits, sucking them entirely into her mouth, in turn, fueling her carnal desires even more. Jena rubbed her hands through Sami's hair, cooing and moaning her contentment, pushing hard against Sami's mouth with her breasts, as if trying to gag Sami with them.

"Come to bed with me?" Jena questioned when Sami took a break from sucking titties.

"Try to stop me," Sami answered.

Jena had the smallest breasts of any female that Sami had been with, and as much as Sami loved larger breasts, she couldn't keep her mouth or hands from Jena's. Lying on top of Jena in her marriage bed, both naked as newborns, Sami was biting on Jena's rather large nipples, sucking them as if a small cock.

Moving down Jena's body with kisses and licks, Sami soon had her face buried in Jena's shaved pussy and Jena's legs around her shoulders; but her hands, her hands stayed on Jena's tits, caressing and squeezing them with passion and lust.

"Just like that, baby, oh yeah, just....like.....oh Damn! Damn...don't stop, not now, don't stop," Jena cried aloud, her breathing coming in short gasps.

Her orgasm lasted for an hour, it seemed to Jena, taking a wonderfully, long time to finally depart her body. She wasted no time in crawling between Sami's long legs and she gave Sami the ride of her life, bringing Sami-girl to three mind-blowing orgasms in a relatively short time.

Lying together afterwards, neither spoke but both stroked. 

Softly and sensually, they stroked their fingers across the other's body, touching breasts, nipples, ass-cheeks, ass-cracks; it didn't matter, they wanted to know the other's body completely.

Jena finally broke the silence, as she fed her fingers to Sami to suck, her fingers having just come from her own pussy.

"You certainly know how to treat your 'bitch', Sami, you surely do; I've been with some awfully good lovers, baby, but nobody can hold a candle to you, girl."

Taking Jena's fingers from her mouth, Sami joked, "We aim to please, ma'am, we surely do."

"I wouldn't mind it at all if we got together like this when the opportunity presents itself; interested?" Jena asked.

"I could be persuaded," Sami answered, truthfully, then adding, "What about your husband? He okay with that?"

"He doesn't know that I like to play with girls; hasn't a clue," Jena answered truthfully, "You okay with that?"

Strangely, she thought, Sami was okay with that.

"I'm not married to him, you are, so yeah, I'm okay with that," Sami replied.

"One more for the road?" Jena asked as she knelt over Sami's head, lowering her pussy to Sami's mouth.

"Works for me," Sami answered, reaching for Jena's naked pussy with her tongue.

Driving back to campus from Jena's apartment, the cool night air did little to cool Sami's pussy.

Opening the door to their room, Sami quietly got her shower stuff together and exited silently so's not to wake a sleeping Bonnie.

Returning, after her shower to their room, Sami stood over Bonnie's bed looking down on her; Bonnie had gotten into a habit of sleeping in just her panties, with no top, and as Sami gazed at Bonnie, the blanket was around her waist, exposing her full C-cup breasts.

What's a girl to do, right?

Sami slipped into bed and under the blanket with Bonnie, after having taken off her own panties; Bonnie stirred in bed, but didn't wake up.

What awakened Bonnie were Sami's lips on her exposed nipples as Sami slipped two fingers into Bonnie's pussy, having pushed Bonnie's panties aside.

Yes, indeed, that did awaken Bonnie Sue that night, much to their mutual satisfaction.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 10



Bonnie hadn't been seeing Roy very much as the spring semester moved steadily towards spring break; in fact, they both knew that they were pretty much, 'over', and neither was losing sleep over that fact.

Their parents had come to the same realization, as well, and the pressure on the both of them from home was non-existent for all practical purpose.

Bonnie had gone on dates, usually a result of a sorority sister fixing her up with a friend of a friend. Bonnie played the part and kept up the façade, but she knew that at this moment in her life, her heart belonged to Sami.

Only thing was that Sami was oblivious to that little gem of knowledge.

When Bonnie returned from the holiday break, she brought her car with her, the one that her parents had given her for Christmas. Now, room 204 had two sets of wheels, one having a top for rainy days; in New Orleans, there are lots of rainy days

"What a sweet ride, baby," Sami commented, appreciatively, as she looked over the new Civic.

"You know, of course, that if you need to use it, you can," Bonnie told Sami.

"Thanks, baby, that's sweet," Sami said to Bonnie, and giving her a hug with an arm around her shoulders.

"Same goes for the scoot, you know; I've told you that before."

"Me? Driving through traffic on two wheels? I don't think so, Sami, not a chance in hell," Bonnie replied and meaning every word; she'd ride all day long as Sami's passenger but to even think about driving it herself? Not no, but, hell no!

Spring break was next week, and this year, Sami accepted Debbie and Charlene's invite to join them in Biloxi for break. The twist was that Bonnie was going to be there as well, with Sami, which meant that Sami had to 'fess up about Charlene.

Sami was sorta' half-sitting, half-laying on her bed, her back against the wall when Bonnie walked in from class. Putting her textbook aside, Sami greeted her roommate.

"Hey, good looking, when you have a sec, we need to talk," Sami said to Bonnie.

"Why, what'd I do?" Bonnie immediately said, fearing that she had somehow done something that had upset Sami.

"You haven't done anything, baby, I just need to talk to you about a couple of things before we meet up with Charlene and Debbie in Biloxi, that's all."

Bonnie had stripped down to her panties and bra by then, and eschewing throwing on her 'bum-arounds', she marched over to Sami's bed and fell against Sami-girl; leaning her back against Sami's body and putting Sami's arms around her, she lay her head on Sami's shoulder and turned her head towards Sami.

"Okay, talk," Bonnie said as she snuggled into Sami's embrace.

And Sami told Bonnie about her and Charlene's history.

"And you told me all of this, why?" Bonnie asked after a few minutes of silence while she processed all that she had been told.

"Because, some people would be a bit revolted that my cousin and I have been, and still are, lovers; because some people would think it disgusting and incestuous, and because when Charlene drinks, she likes to 'go down memory lane'." Sami said.

"You should also know that I've been with both she and her girlfriend Debbie, in threesomes," Sami continued, "and don't be surprised if either of them tries to get into your panties."

Bonnie was silent for a moment; moving her hand so that she could rub the back of it against Sami's breasts, she announced, "I'd do that, you know; I'd do that with you, I mean, if you ever want to."

"Do what? Do Charlene or Debbie?" Sami asked, a bit of confusion in her voice.

"Well, yeah, that too, if you want me to, but I was talking about a threesome; you know, if you ever want to, with me, I'd do that," Bonnie explained.

"Really?" Sami remarked in a veiled, leering tone, slipping her hand into Bonnie's bra and cupping her breast, softly caressing it.

"Yeah, really," replied Bonnie, her voice betraying her arousal from Sami's fondling.

"We ought to give that some thought," Sami said, then adding, "So, you're okay with Charlene being my cousin and all?"

"Well, yeah, but you'll still need to be punished for your naughtiness," Bonnie said as she sat up to unhook her bra, "but first, why don't you double check the door to make sure it's locked," slipping her panties off after she said it.

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They had taken Bonnie's new ride for the relatively short drive to Biloxi from New Orleans. Bonnie's home in Gulfport was almost next door to Biloxi but her parents were on a cruise, along with Roy's parents; so, no chance of running into them while on break.

Sami had scored a few doobies from Marcia to take with them, and she didn't even have to 'do' Marcia for it.

It was agreed that if they were going to burn a joint on the drive to Biloxi, then Sami would drive. They only smoked half a joint but it was more than enough to get them into the zone. With Segar blasting from the speakers, the girls were enjoying life and living large.

"Do you think they'll like me?" Bonnie asked out of the blue, her dope-paranoia showing itself.

"They'll fucking love you, baby, don't worry about that," Sami assured her, "your problem will be keeping them out of your bed," laughing after she said it.

"You know what we ought to do one night, you know, to mix it up a little?" Bonnie said, sounding inspired...and stoned.

"I'll bite; what should we do?" Sami played along.

"We ought to pull names from a bowl or something; whoever's name you pull, you have to screw 'em," Bonnie said all proud of herself for having thought it.

"Huh!" Sami remarked, "That actually has possibilities, Bonnie-baby; I think they'll like your game."

Charlene and Debbie absolutely loved Bonnie; loved her naivety, loved her good looks and fine-assed body, and thought her 'game' to be a stroke of pure genius. Of course, that first night, the Tequila they had consumed probably contributed a bit to their judgment about Bonnie's game.

The girls partied with the throngs on the beaches and in the clubs, having a wonderful time, just as they were supposed to do on spring break. They drank more than their share when out, but they took turns being the designated driver to get the crew safely home to Debbie's place. Charlene had also brought some weed for them to enjoy and all in all, it couldn't have gone better for the four of them.

The first two nights the girls stayed 'coupled' when they went to bed; Sami with Bonnie, Charlene with Debbie. The third night, they played a drinking game to see who would pick from 'Bonnie's Bowl' and Charlene won; Charlene picked Bonnie's name and shortly thereafter, took Bonnie by the hand to her bed, leaving Debbie and Sami together.

"Damn, so I guess that means you and I will have to screw, doesn't it?" Debbie said, clearly joking when she said it.

"Well, we must do what we must do, Debbie," Sami said as she started her walk to her bedroom.

"Coming?" Sami asked when she got to her doorway, the noises of sex-play able to be heard behind Charlene's closed door.

"I damn well better," Debbie asserted as she walked towards the waiting Sami-girl, unbuttoning her blouse as she did so.

Debbie did Sami; Sami did Debbie; Debbie did come.

They were lying in post-coitus contentment when, without a knock, Charlene walked in, her pubes wet from Bonnie's tongue.

"Deb, your turn; the pleasure of your company has been requested by Ms. Bonnie."

"Yes ma'am," Debbie said, then leaning over she gave Sami a short but sweet kiss, "always fun getting laid by you, sweetie."

"Back at'cha, baby," A smiling Sami-girl said.

And as it always was when Charlene and Sami made love, skyrockets and stars were released inside of their private bubble of pleasure.

That was the only night that they mixed it up; for the rest of break, they stayed 'coupled', dancing with the one that brung 'em. Their last night in Biloxi, Sami and Bonnie made love tenderly; passionately, but so very tenderly.

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Finals were a couple of weeks away; Sami's Volleyball team won their second conference championship but lost at nationals, again.

Marcia finished the third piece of her 'Sami project' and sold it immediately. She told Sami that she was going to be Europe for the summer, studying in Florence but that she'd call when she returned at the end of August.

Sami and Jena were able to have a couple of hook-ups and still ran together in the mornings. One morning as they walked in their cool-down circles, Jena mentioned that Jeff would be gone all week, next week, and asked if they could get together.

"Sounds great," Sami replied, "which night and I'll schedule myself off at The Grille."

"Let's plan on Tuesday night, since that's your regular night off, and you know what?" Jena responded.

"What?" 

"You want to do something a little different, maybe, you know, maybe a little kinky?"

"I can do kinky," Sami offered, and suddenly having an idea float across her brain, she added, "In fact, what would you think of about this..."

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"Still thinking about taking a break for summer semester?" Bonnie asked from her desk.

"Yep; I need to, Bonnie, I've hit it hard with full class loads for the past five semesters, so, yeah, I'm taking the summer off from school," responded Sami.

"Me too, same reasons as you," Bonnie agreed as she chewed on the pencil's eraser.

"I'll find a job back home and veg out for a couple of months; you know, give the brain a break," Sami said as she lay on her back staring at the ceiling.

"And something else," Bonnie added, "who's this friend of yours that we're going have dinner with on Tuesday? I know you told me, but I can't remember her name for anything."

"Jena; she's the woman I run with every morning, remember? Graduate assistant in Microbiology?" Sami reminded her.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry, baby, I know you've told me before," Bonnie said, "Well, I'm sure we'll gave a grand time."

"Oh yeah," Sami said with a smirk, "I'm sure we will."

"What's that smirk for, smartass?"

Sami wasn't going to tell Bonnie of her 'surprise' but in that instant, rethought her position about that.

"Baby, remember before Biloxi when I told you about me, Debbie, and Charlene getting it on?"

"Yeah?"

"Remember what you said about being willing to do that, with me, if I ever wanted to?" Sami said with her eyebrows arched, as if prompting Bonnie's memory.

"Yeah, and I meant that, but what does that have to do with...oh," clarity suddenly coming to Bonnie.

"Ladies," Jena said with a flourish when she opened her door to Sami and Bonnie, "Entre Vous, the gumbo is almost ready."

Introductions were made and the girls followed Jena into the kitchen, sitting on bar stools at the counter to keep her company while she finalized their meal. Pouring them all some wine, they air-toasted each other and became social animals.

Jena's dinner was superb, the conversation lively, and the wine plentiful. Sami suggested that she'd clean up from dinner and that she'd join Jena and Bonnie shortly. They argued to help, but Sami would hear none of it and shooed them out and into the living room.

"Here, sit here with me," Jena suggested and patting a spot on her couch.

Bonnie did as asked, holding her glass for Jena to refill. Bonnie was a light weight with liquor, any liquor, and the wine was 'almost' getting to her. Sami's definitely going to have to drive us home, thought Bonnie as she sipped her wine, appraising Jena's ass as she chose CDs to play.

Bonnie was a bit nervous on the inside, pretty sure that she had understood Sami's cryptic message, pretty sure that she was going to be in a threesome, at least, that's what she thought she thought.

When Jena returned to the couch, she sat a bit closer to Bonnie.

"So how's Sami to room with?" Jena said in way of conversation.

"Really great," Bonnie said in truth, "she's the best roomie you could have; at least I think so."

"Yeah, I bet she would be," Jena agreed, then sorta' leaned into the back of the couch, her eyes on Bonnie's face.

" 'Course, I bet you'd be fun to share a room with as well," Jena offered further, "I bet you'd be a lot of fun," letting her eyes rape Bonnie's body, and making sure that Bonnie saw it.

Bonnie had a rush to her brain when Jena said that last remark; but it was the look that really got her attention. What was it that she thought she saw in Jena's eyes, Bonnie wondered.

"That's sweet, thank you," Bonnie humbly said, "I try to be a good roomie."

Jena's hand started brushing Bonnie's hair from her face, moving it behind her ear, smiling when her fingers brushed Bonnie's cheek and Bonnie closed her eyes for a nano-second, reacting to Jena's touch.

"Like that, do you?" Jena asked, her voice soft, sultry, and full of promise of something.

"It feels nice," Bonnie replied as she tried to ignore the warmth between her legs.

"Yes it does," Jena said, and then, she leaned forward and nibbled on Bonnie's exposed ear lobe.

"Jena, Sami's..."

"Sami won't mind, darling, I promise you," Jena said, interrupting Bonnie, "kiss me, you know you want to."

And Bonnie did want to, in the worse way, and so she did. Bonnie Sue kissed a woman she just met tonight, a total stranger to her, and she liked it, did Bonnie Sue.

Jena took her time with her kisses and touches, which took a considerable amount of restraint; she wanted to be between this chickadee's legs in the worse way. But, she took her time, letting her hand slowly travel up and down Bonnie's thighs, slowly moving the skirt edge higher and higher as they kissed.

Bonnie was crazy-horny from Jena's touches and kisses, so fucking hot that she thought she'd jump out of her skin. She didn't even register that Sami had sat down behind her until she felt another pair of lips on the side and back of her neck; that, and a hand cupping and caressing her breasts from behind her.

Bonnie felt herself being pressed against the back of the couch, Sami and Jena now on either side of her; while Jena continued to explore Bonnie's mouth with her tongue, her hand had found Bonnie's crotch and she was softly running her fingers across Bonnie's damp pubes, over her damp panties.

Sami had unbuttoned Bonnie's shirt, exposing her braless breasts; Sami had suggested that she go braless, so Bonnie went braless. Once exposed, Sami's mouth was on the tit closest to her and Jena was soon sucking on the other one, Jena's hand now rubbing Bonnie's love-bud under her panties.

"Oh damn, you guys, ya'll are going to make me cum," Bonnie announced with her head laid back and eyes closed.

"Oh yes, we will make you come," Sami said between bites of Bonnie's hard nipple, "but not now, this is just foreplay."

"Why don't we go to the bedroom sweeties, that a good idea?" Jean suggested, knowing it was a great idea; her own pussy was burning with desire for these two coeds.

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea," Bonnie quickly agreed and the first to rise from the couch, her shirt opened and showing her wet, red nipples and breasts.

There was no slow strip tease from any of them as they disrobed; no, they wasted no time in getting naked. Just before Sami and Bonnie joined Jena in bed, Sami leaned in to kiss Bonnie on the ear and whispered, "Remember that threesome you said you'd do?"

Bonnie smiled from ear to ear, and whispered back, "Thank you," never loving anybody as she did Sami in that moment.

Jena and Sami placed Bonnie in the middle of the bed, between them, and proceeded to kiss, lick, bite and tease Bonnie Sue Madison of Gulfport, Mississippi, very much to Bonnie Sue's pleasure.

Bonnie was introduced to that Sapphic staple, the Daisy Chain, that night; Jena eating Bonnie, Bonnie eating Sami, and Sami-girl positively devouring Jena's sweet, bare pussy.

The good news for Bonnie was that she loved her first threesome.

The bad news for Bonnie was that she loved her first threesome and knew it wouldn't be her last, not by a long shot.

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Sami returned to their room after her last final exam of the semester knowing that she had aced that son-of-a-bitch, and was super happy.

Walking into their room, Sami found Bonnie lying on her bed with a shit-eating grin on her face, smiling like she had just swallowed the canary.

"What the hell is that wicked-assed smile all about," Sami asked with genuine curiosity.

"Got a proposition for you," Bonnie calmly said, not betraying her excitement from the phone call she had just received from her dad.

"How would you like to work with me at one of daddy's stations, in Memphis and share an apartment for the summer?"

Bonnie's father had a mini-broadcasting empire in Tennessee and Mississippi that included both Radio and TV stations. Bonnie had approached her dad about her and Sami working for him, during the summer. He had phoned Bonnie to tell her that she and Sami could work at the Memphis TV station for the summer, the one her uncle managed for her dad.

"We'd be interns, mostly 'gophers' and errand boys, but you'd also be able to work with the art department of the station because they're short a hand or two," Bonnie explained further, "and daddy said we could stay at the station's apartment that he usually uses when he visits." 

"He also said that if he did come up, he'd just stay at a hotel since he'd be there only a couple of days," Bonnie concluded.

"Sweet!" Sami exclaimed happily.

"So may I assume that you're accepting the offer?" Bonnie teased knowing that Sami was on board with the plan.

Sami rushed to Bonnie and gave her a hug to end all hugs.

The summer of 2005 will be the best ever, Sami thought, as her head moved up and down between Bonnie's legs that night.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 11



Sami's dad came to pick Sami and her stuff up from the dorm, including her motor scooter; with all of her stuff taking up the bed of the pickup, they had to rent a small trailer for the scoot.

It was a fun drive home with her dad, talking about stuff they didn't usually get to talk about. He informed her that he finally made the decision to sell off the 300 acre parcel, the one with all the Southern Pines, to one of the biggest wood processors in the country. 

He told her of taking some of the money for use to 'fix' up the house a bit. As usual with her dad, he understated the situation.

Pulling into the long driveway of their farm, Sami was blown away by all the improvements they had done since she had been home last, at Christmas.

"Damn, pops, the place looks great," Sami exclaimed as her eyes swept the yard and 100 year old family homestead, freshly painted and with a new side-porch.

"Watch your language, Samantha June," her dad cautioned, but with a soft smile on his face. He was never able to be stern with Samantha, never; for him, Samantha June would always be his 'baby'.

The following weekend after she had arrived home, Bonnie drove from Gulfport to pick Sami up for the trip to Memphis. Bonnie spent Friday night with Sami and her family and on Saturday, the girls headed north for Memphis and their summer adventures, whatever they might be.

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The apartment, their apartment for the summer, was in a gated community, had two bedrooms, each with its own bathroom; there was a half-bath as well, in the hallway. The girls each chose a bedroom to unload their stuff into, though in truth they would be sharing a bed. 

But to outsiders, guests and the like, it appeared that they each had their own space, and that was the point, after all.

Bonnie knew some of the staff at the station, of course, having made trips with her dad on occasion; Sami was accepted as 'family' by Bonnie's uncle and he made her transition into the station's art department, an easy one. Sami's eye for detail and finesse on projects soon earned her the respect of her co-workers.

All in all, it was a very smooth transition from student-athlete to worker-bee.

At the end of their first work week, the girls debated where to go to celebrate that fact.

"I so don't want pizza or anything like that," Bonnie proclaimed as she drove them home.

"No, me either," Sami agreed, deep in thought about some options for food and fun for them tonight.

"Feel like some BBQ?" offered Bonnie.

"Yeah, I could do BBQ, that's sounds good."

"Then, maybe hit Beale Street to check out some Blues Clubs?" Bonnie further suggested.

"It's Friday night in Memphis, Tennessee; seems like it'd be against the law not to do BBQ and Blues, don't you think?" Sami said in agreement.

"Seems like," agreed Bonnie as she turned into the drive of their complex.

Sami and Bonnie were getting dangerously close to becoming a couple, something both said that they didn't want, but neither doing anything to ensure that they didn't. 

For her part, Sami wasn't at all sure about what was going on with her feelings about Bonnie; but she was honest enough to admit that she felt something for Bonnie that she didn't see coming, whatever it was.

As far as Bonnie was concerned, she was stone-cold nuts about Sami-girl, plain and simple, no mystery to her at all. Did she love Sami? Definitely; was she in love with Sami? Probably; was she concerned that she felt that way about another female? Not in the slightest.

And while the sex was a huge factor in Bonnie's feelings for Sami, it wasn't the most important part of her relationship with Sami. No, that would be the genuine concern and caring that she knew Sami had for her; not even Roy ever cared about her in that way, about her as a person, with thoughts, ideas, desires. No, no one ever really bothered to find the real Bonnie Sue, no one but Sami.

For Bonnie Sue, it was enough.

They were just finishing off the plate of ribs that they had split, fingers and lips smeared with BBQ sauce, when Bonnie said, "There's a couple of clubs we can get into without ID. The owners are friends of my uncle," wiping her mouth with her seventh napkin of the night.

"Cool," replied Sami, wiping her mouth and hands afterwards with one of those 'wet naps' that are supplied with the Rib dinners.

Paying their server, and leaving a generous tip, the girls strolled out of the rib joint, heading for the clubs.

They took their time, casually strolling in the cooler night air, stopping periodically to stand outside of a club to listen to the music. They people-watched the Beale Street scene during their walk, always a fun thing to do in Memphis, especially on the weekends.

As they passed a smaller club, Sami glanced at the playbill on the outside board that advertised the acts, as well as food and drink offerings.

"You've got to be shitting me," Sami suddenly exclaimed to no one in particular.

"What? What are you blabbering about?" Bonnie asked when she stopped and turned to look at Sami.

"Look at this playbill, second group from the top, on the left," Sami simply said.

Looking at the advertising poster, Bonnie asked, "this one, 'Billie and the Blues Crew'?" her eyes back on Sami afterwards.

"Remember the girl I told you about? The one who worked at the Grille with me and was an art major that lived in our dorm, above us?" Sami was saying, "You know, the one I said didn't come back to school and I couldn't contact her?"

"Yeah?" Bonnie answered, her eyebrows scrunched together, trying to connect the dots.

"That's her, the chick on the left, in the picture, that's Billie, from upstairs," Sami proclaimed.

"Wow, that's incredible; almost kinda' spooky," offered Bonnie, then taking another look at the photo on the poster, "huh, she's kinda' hot, don't you think?"

"Oh yeah, very hot indeed," Sami said mysteriously, but smiling when she said it.

Reading the poster for dates, Sami typed a memo into her cell phone, telling Bonnie that come hell or high water, they were coming to see Billie; Sami needed to find out what the hell had happened to Billie after last summer semester ended.

The girls visited a couple of clubs, and Bonnie was right, they had no problem about ID in either. The music was good at both clubs, but since they couldn't drink, they decided to call it an early night.

"We can drink at the apartment; Daddy has a liquor cabinet and I know it's fully stocked," suggested Bonnie.

"We can do that," agreed Sami as she buckled her seatbelt.

"Get me drunk, and I'll do things to you," Bonnie teased.

"And if I don't get you drunk?"

"I'll still do things to you," promised Bonnie, with a wink and evil grin to Sami.

Bonnie never disappoints, thought Sami, as she moved her hips in response to Bonnie's mouth and tongue's attention to Sami's pussy. 

The surprise for Sami was when she felt Bonnie's finger rubbed across and around her puckered asshole; the surprise, causing Sami to climax within fifteen seconds.

We should think about getting us a dildo, Sami thought, climaxing again, right after the thought.

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"Sami, it's Billie; I got your note," Sami heard after answering her cell phone's ring.

Sami had dropped off a note with her numbers for Billie with the club manager on that Saturday, the day after seeing the playbill.

Sami launched into a litany of questions, immediately, trying to cram a lot into the little time she had to speak, since she was at work when Billie called.

"Sami, I know, I know; Look, the club's 'dark' tonight, and the band will be doing sound checks for a few hours; can you meet me, after you get off of work, and we'll have a beer and I'll bring you up to speed, okay?"

"Mind if my roomie tags along, since we'll be in her car?" Sami asked.

"Of course not, Blondie; see you tonight and oh, park in back of the club, you'll see our bus and I'll make sure the club's people know that you're my guests, okay?" Billie answered.

"See you after work, and Billie? I'm so relieved to hear from you, I was so damned worried," Sami answered.

"Yeah, I know baby, I'm sorry, I really am," Billie's voice sounding contrite.

Sami and Bonnie parked next to the tour bus and were let into the club after they had knocked on the back door. When Billie saw Sami turn the corner, from the exit hallway, she shrieked and jumped off of the stage and ran into Sami's opened arms, both of them hugging so tightly, their bodies almost looked like one.

"Bonnie? Right?" Billie said when she and Sami broke their embrace.

"Yes; now I remember you," Bonnie said in greeting, "I remember you from the dorm."

"Yep, right above you guys, in 304," Billie said, accepting Bonnie's hug of friendship.

"Johnny, can we get a couple of cold brews for my friends," Billie called to the bartender who was stocking the beer boxes.

Johnny looked at Sami and Bonnie, as if judging their age-status, then to Billie; making up his mind, he replied, "Yeah, sure Billie, but if anyone asks, ya'll got the beer yourselves when I was taking a leak, okay?"

"Okay, and thanks, sweetie," Billie replied.

Billie's tale, the condensed version;

Billie's been playing music with most of her band mates since ninth grade; they had always attracted attention in and around her hometown of Greenville, Mississippi, the heart and soul of Mississippi Delta Blues, and had always 'talked' of making music a full time career at some point.

When Billie returned home between semesters last summer, they were asked to take part in a Blues Festival in Greenville which showcased local artists and groups. Fate had placed an A&R exec from a major label in the audience when the group held forth on the stage; one thing led to another, talks became intense, and decisions had to be made about returning to school or grabbing at the brass ring in front of them.

"Music's always been my first love," Billie was saying as she toyed with her beer bottle on the table in front of her, "so, I decided, we, the group, decided to take the chance with music."

"Daddy was transferred by his job to the west coast, and I chose to stay in Greenville, to chase the dream," Billie was saying, "Julie and I have been involved for a while, ever since high school, really, and moved in together; we spent every damned day rehearsing, perfecting our sounds and harmonies with the rest of the guys."

"I was going to call you, you know? But, well hell, Sami, there's no excuse, I guess is the truth of the matter," Billie confessed, "It's not that I didn't think about it, but as we started cutting tracks in the studio and playing clubs and venues across the east coast, I just didn't and I feel like a turd because my laziness caused you to worry; I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, Sami," Billie concluded, wiping a small tear from the corner of her eye.

Smiling, Sami reached with her hand and wiped a tear from the corner of the other eye, and leaning towards Billie, she kissed her a sweet, tender kiss of friendship, and squeezed Billie's hand in hers afterwards.

"All is forgiven, baby; I'm just glad that you're alive, well, and happy; really, I am," Sami said to her.

"Hey Billie, we're ready to do the sound checks whenever you are," a very attractive girl called out from the stage.

"Jules, come over here for a second, I'd like you to meet some friends of mine," Billie called back.

Jules, or Julie, was also multiracial, like Billie, and was not unattractive to the eye. On the slim side, and 5'6'ish, with full breasts popping over the top of her low cut top, she garnered a lot of attention from both men and women when she entered a room.

"Ladies, May I present, Jules, bass player extraordinaire; Jules, my friends, Bonnie and Sami," Billie introduced with a hand to each.

"Nice to meet you girls, any friends of....wait, Sami? Sami, as in 'magic-tongue Sami'?" Jules interrupted herself to ask, her eyes hard on Sami-girl's face, now.

Though the blushing didn't show on her Café au Lait complexion, Billie could feel the heat rising up her neck to her face.

Sami's face did indeed show the blush that appeared upon hearing the remark, and it took a lot for Sami to blush.

Bonnie's face didn't register anything, but her mind, ah yes; her mind was flashing erotica by the bucketful.

"Oops, sorry Billie, sorta' slipped out," Jules said, but without the smile leaving her face, or her eyes leaving Sami's face.

"No more weed for you tonight, big-mouth," Billie said in an attempt to recover the moment.

"Anyway, very glad to meet you two ladies; Billie, we're ready when you are," and smiling at Bonnie and Sami, Jules returned to the stage.

"Sorry about that, Sami; Jules gets a bit loose-tongued when she smokes," Billie's face clearly showing remorse for the comment, "Hey, how 'bout you gals come to our show Friday evening, as my guests; we always do our full shows on Friday nights, okay?"

"Love to, Billie, thanks," Sami said for them both.

"Great, meet us at the bus around 8 or so and we'll blow a bone before the show, okay?"

"It's a date," and hugging each other in goodbye, Billie went to the stage, and the girls headed for the back door, after thanking Johnny for the beers.

"What beers? I have no idea what you're talking about," Johnny replied with a smile and a nod of acknowledgement.

Don't ask Bonnie what she and Sami talked about on the drive from the club to their apartment, she couldn't have told you; oh, she conversed with Sami, but only part of her brain took care of handling that. 

The rest of the her brain was overflowing with images of Sami's fair skin and blonde hair moving up and down between Billie's legs, and of Sami's tongue, Sami's magic tongue deep inside of Billie's snatch.

When Bonnie and Sami walked inside of their apartment, it would be fair to say that Bonnie came close to the line of 'forced sex' on Sami; except that with Sami, there was no forcing necessary.

"Wow, what the hell got your motor running?" Sami asked as she twirled Bonnie's hair in her fingers; Bonnie's head was lying on Sami's thigh, her mouth and lips wet with Sami-juice.

"Couldn't get the image out of my head of you going down on Billie," Bonnie truthfully replied, "and it sorta' turned me on."

"Sorta' my ass," Sami laughingly said, "If the image turned your crank, the real thing would probably give you a stroke."

"I'd risk it," Bonnie said with a chuckle, "Billie's a real cutie; yeah, I'd risk it."

"I could always give Billie a call and invite her and Jules to our place for dinner, if you'd like," Sami said, sort of half-jokingly.

"Yeah, why don't you do that," Bonnie said, seriously, before she kissed up Sami's stomach, then taking Sami's tit into her mouth.

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When Sami called Billie the next morning, she didn't mince her words with Billie about the invite.

"And after dinner, if you two are up for it, we'd kinda' like some play time with ya'll; Bonnie is hot to get into your pants Billie and, truthfully, I'd like to get to know Jules better."

"Hang on a sec, Sami," Billie said, then holding the phone to her chest, Sami heard Billie relay the invite for food and play; she also heard Jules' reply of "Hell, yeah!"

"Sounds like that'll work, Sami-girl; want us to bring anything?"

"Nope, we have it covered, and I'll pick ya'll up at 6'ish."

Bonnie stayed behind to keep an eye on dinner while Sami drove downtown to pick up Billie and Jules. They shared a doob on the drive back to the apartment, and Jules kept her eyes on Sami for the entire drive back to the apartment.

Sami kept darting her eyes to the rearview mirror, to Jules in the backseat, to the swell of her breasts showing above her low-cut, spaghetti-strapped top. When Jules caught Sami looking at her in the mirror, she just smiled seductively at Sami, which was turning Sami on immensely.

Once at the apartment, Billie latched onto Bonnie, keeping her company in the kitchen, talking and flirting brazenly with her. Sami and Jules fixed drinks for all of them, and joining Sami, they went out onto the patio, leaving the patio light off, leaving it dark.

Standing next to each other, the sexual tension was palatable in the night air of Memphis that night. Turning to Sami, Jules reached to Sami lips with her own, opening her mouth to accept Sami's tongue as Sami had done to accept hers. When Sami's hand found her breast, Jules held their kiss while she pulled her top down so that Sami could fondle her freely, without the bother of material.

Breaking their kiss, they held each other's eyes in their own, and Sami's hand continued to squeeze and caress Jules' tit. The only reason they didn't screw on the patio was the fact that they were called in for dinner by Bonnie and Billie.

"After dinner? You and me, your bed," Jules said to Sami, "and we'll pick this back up where we left off," and giving Sami a kiss to think about, they joined the girls for dinner.

They wasted little time in eating, did these four young women, all anxious to move to 'dessert'; leaving the dishes rinsed and in the sink, the girls gathered in the living room to share a joint, to mellow out, and to leave inhibitions elsewhere, if anyone had any.

Bonnie and Billie started with kisses and touches to each other, neither particularly caring that Jules and Sami were watching, for a while, anyway. 

When Sami began kissing Jules' breast swell while fondling her, Jules just closed her eyes and enjoyed Sami's kisses and touches; and when Sami pulled down her top to take her chocolate-colored areola and nipple into her mouth, Jules moaned softly from pure enjoyment at what Sami was doing to her.

"Your bed?" Jules suggested, and when they rose to head that way, it was apparent that Billie and Bonnie were going to screw right there in the living room, both of them half-undressed, kissing and fondling each other in a sexual frenzy.

Sami undressed Jules, taking her time in doing so, enjoying her kisses and tongue tasting of Jules' body as she did so. 

Jules was doing her damnedest not to climax as Sami's tongue flicked back and forth across her clit as she stood there, her clothes in a pile at her feet and Sami on her knees with her hands squeezing Jules' fine ass, pulling her love-box to Sami's mouth and tongue.

And just when she thought she was going to lose the battle and climax, Sami pulled her mouth away from Jules' pussy, her pubes now wet from Sami's mouth and tongue.

Standing, Sami gently pushed Jules backwards onto the bed, her pussy at the edge and her legs dangling to the floor. Staring into Jules' eyes as she stripped off her own clothes, Sami was about to burst with desire for this black girl.

Sami leaned over Jules, supporting her body with her arms on either side of Jules, on the bed; leaning down, she kissed Jules hard and lustfully while Jules fondled Sami's breasts.

Moving her mouth to Jules' breasts, Sami sucked and licked her large nipples, biting them, tonguing them as Jules' insides turned to mush under Sami's tongue strokes. Kissing down Jules' belly, Sami finally kneeled between Jules' legs; slipping her hands under Jules' ass, she lifted her pussy to her mouth, Jules' clit swollen and large between Sami's lips.

"Oh, Damn," Jules cried when the orgasm exploded, catching her by surprise, but in a good way. And just as that climax began to ebb, Jules felt Sami's tongue enter her, and the ride started all over again, and again, and again...

"Oh, oh, oh, Damnit, Damnit girl, don't stop, please, whatever you do, don't stop," Billie was begging Bonnie as Bonnie Sue Madison was busying herself with eating Billie's sweet-tasting pussy.

Inwardly, Bonnie smiled to herself when she heard those words from Billie; sliding her tongue further into Billie's pussy, Bonnie Sue Madison, of the Gulfport Madisons, had no fucking intention of stopping as she noisily munched on Billie's sex-wet snatch...




A Girl Called Sami Ch. 11



After they brought Billie and Jules back to their bus, Bonnie and Sami couldn't keep their hands off of each other as Sami drove them back home. Bonnie had opened her blouse for Sami's hands to fondle her tits, while her own hand played with Sami's naked pussy under her skirt.

And when a car pulled alongside of them at a light, and the two girls inside gawked at what they were seeing, Bonnie just smiled at them and blew them a kiss.

There were no words when they entered the apartment; they walked straight to their bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

"I've got to have you now," Bonnie said after pushing Sami onto the bed, joining her and smothering Sami with kisses and touches and frenzied licking. They fingered each other to climax, that first one for them, with each other, that night.

But the night of frenzied sex was just beginning for Bonnie and Sami, and neither wanted it any other way that night, both relishing the animal inside of themselves that had been uncaged.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 12



Sami liked using the workout center of their apartment complex, she liked being able to run on the small oval running/walking track that surrounded the 'machine room'. Sami still ran daily, getting up early to run before work, or after they returned from work, but she ran.

Sami had tried, unsuccessfully, to get Bonnie into running but that wasn't going to happen, so Sami ran alone, lost in her thoughts as she did so…

Work had been going well, and even though they worked in different areas of the station's infrastructure, they both had tales to tell over lunch or dinner. The thing was, though, that neither talked about 'everything' that happened at work.

Sami had become friendly with another worker-bee from the station's art department, Ashley; friendly, but not 'friends', at least not yet. Ashley had asked Sami to go out for drinks, a couple of times, and when Sami finally admitted that she wasn't old enough yet to drink legally, Ashley switched the invite to drinking with her at her home.

But Sami didn't accept the invite yet, yet being the operative word; she was seriously considering it, though, Sami's own 'gaydar' having picked up some vibes from Ashley along those lines.

But no, not yet; still, it was something to think about.

Having run her usual five miles, Sami cooled down slowly, drinking a ton of water in the process, and then she jogged to their apartment; entering, she could hear Bonnie's shower running, so she chose the other bedroom's shower to quickly clean up before they left for work.

The shower was finally waking her up, as she stood under the stream of hot water, and Bonnie let her mind wander…

Bonnie never mentioned the 'hits' that had been coming her way from some of the younger, and in one case, older, guys that worked at the station. She never mentioned that she was seriously considering accepting a date with a good-looking, 'Breaking News' reporter and of course, she never mentioned that she was even considering the pros and cons of letting the young reporter, or another guy, get into her pants.

Bonnie's rationalization was as a gut check of her own sexuality; oh, she'd never stop loving women, but she wondered if there was room in her life for cock, as well. That married friend of Sami's, Jena, enjoyed both men and women in the sack, and it seemed to work out okay for her. 

Well, there was that cheating thing on her husband, but Bonnie was fairly certain that she would never do that, the cheating thing, that is. But still, if she did decide to fuck the reporter, she thought that it'd be better that she kept that to herself, and not tell Sami.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 13







A Girl Called Sami Ch. 14



"When do you think we should plan on leaving Memphis to head back to school?" Bonnie asked Sami, between nibbles of Sami's clit.

"Since we've preregistered for the fall semester, we don't really have to be back until the last week of August, baby," Sami replied but not really wanting to talk about school, or anything for that matter; no, Sami wanted Bonnie to stop talking but continue nibbling, that's what Sami wanted.

Since Bonnie's return from her grandmother's funeral, she and Sami had somehow moved towards domesticity; neither knew it, but knowing it has nothing to do with living it.

Sami and AJ kept their interaction at work, the same as it was before their weekend of lust. Neither had alluded to it, except once, a week after it had occurred, when AJ made a comment to Sami over a cup of coffee.

"You still remember 'Rule' number two, I trust," AJ said, off-handedly, sotto-voice.

"Yep," Sami replied tersely.

"Just checking," AJ offered, but with a smile on her face for Sami.

Sami hadn't told Bonnie of that weekend with AJ, she didn't really think it necessary, or so she told herself at any rate; but still, it did nag at her. And it was the nagging of her conscious that finally caused her to 'fess up one night, after one Tequila shot too many.

She and Bonnie were relaxing, after sharing a pizza, and decided to do 'shots'; no real reason, but just for the hell of it, they said. After the third shot, Bonnie was lying on the couch with her head in Sami's lap as Sami stroked her hair and face, Bonnie being a light-weight when it came to liquor.

"Bonnie?" Sami said, a few minutes after she had taken her fourth, and last, shot.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I had a 'thing' when you were back in Gulfport, a couple of weeks ago."

"A thing?" 

"Yeah; I sorta' shacked up with someone over the weekend," but, of course, not revealing with whom.

Remember, Rule Number Two.

"I mean, it just sorta' happened, and I haven't felt right since, about not telling you about it." "I mean, I know that I probably shouldn't have, but I did, and it just doesn't feel right, not telling you, you know?"

"I think so," Bonnie said while her mind was processing what Sami was saying, and wondering why she was saying it. Did it mean that Sami's feelings for Bonnie were more than carnal and friendship?

"But, Sami?" Bonnie said, after a minute or so, "You've been with other girls since you and I have been, well you know, lovers; so why are you telling me about this one?"

"I don't really know, baby, but I do know that it's been eating at me slowly, that I've kept it from you; I don't why that is either, but it's there, nevertheless," Sami answered, feeling a bit teary; must that fucking Tequila, Sami thought as she 'sorta' sniffed back a tear.

"Sami, don't cry, baby, please don't cry," Bonnie said as she sat up quickly, and wrapped her arms around Sami, pulling Sami into her body to comfort.

"I'm sorry, Bonnie, it must be the Tequila; I don't know what's wrong with me," Sami said as she hugged Bonnie back.

"It's okay, baby, its okay," Bonnie said soothingly.

Neither said anything for a few minutes, content to be in each other's arms in that moment.

"Want to make it up to me?" Bonnie asked, breaking the silence of the room.

"More than you know," Sami replied, genuinely contrite and genuinely sorrowful, though not knowing really why she felt so.

"Take me to bed and make love to me, baby; make love to me like you know to do," Bonnie said, wanting Sami-girl to make love to her now; more than ever, she needed Sami to make love to her.

And Sami did exactly that, she brought Bonnie with her, to their bed; for the next three hours, Sami-girl made slow, delicious love to Bonnie Sue Madison, taking her time, making love to Bonnie as she had never done before.

And afterwards, after the sex was over, when all they had left were each other in embrace on the sex-wrecked bed, they both knew that a line had been crossed by them; and while neither of them voiced it, both of them knew it.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 15



In the days following Katrina, as the horribleness of the situation came to be known to the world, the sadness was replaced by shock, and then outrage at the government's inabilities to provide aid and help. 

There was plenty of blame to go around; from the local city level, on up through the state officialdom, and onward to the clown college that the present administration had become in Washington, D.C., the politicos played the ‘blame game' as it had not been played in recent memory.

Slowly, the stories of rapes and murder in the Super Dome came to light, along with the ‘ghost tales' of Navy Seal teams infiltrating the city to take out the rogue gangs that had been firing on rescue ‘copters and the like.

Within a week of Katrina it was apparent that it would be a long time before New Orleans could sustain a population with basic services, never mind emergency medical or relief.

Bonnie and Sami were still at Sami's place, trying to put a game plan together of some sort. They knew that the fall semester of 2005 at their school would be non-existent, and they could only hope that the spring semester would actually happen.

Bonnie's home in Gulfport had sustained some damage, but nothing that couldn't be repaired. The problem was that the entire Gulf Coast of Mississippi couldn't provide any basics; water, electricity, telephone services were weeks away yet, so going home for Bonnie was not an option.

Uncle Joe contacted Bonnie and Sami, offering them their jobs back until there was some order restored to New Orleans and the girls knew when, or if, returning to school was going to be an option.

Sami and Bonnie talked about it between themselves, then with Sami's parents, and of course, with Bonnie's parents as well. The girls accepted the fact that they would lose the semester, and since that was a given, they decided that returning to Memphis was not a bad thing; at least, they had someplace to go, to live, and to work.

Not many of the residents of the Crescent City could say that.

Sami and Bonnie returned to Memphis around mid-September, returned to the apartment, but not with the excitement of early summer when they first came to Memphis. They weren't bright-eyed, bushy-tailed, carefree college students when they returned to Memphis; no, Katrina had taken that from them and replaced it with sadness and depression hanging over their heads like the Sword of Damocles.

They accepted the lot that fate had thrown them, and they would survive this set-back in their young lives. What was hard for them to accept was the terrible fate that had befallen the City and its inhabitants; they hurt for months for all who had suffered, and they suffered because they felt guilty at having relatively good fortune dumped in their laps.

Both counted their blessings at having each other in this moment in their lives to lean on, to cry with, and to be strong for.

Thank God, they thought, that, at least, they did have each other.

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"How's it going with you and your girlfriend?" AJ asked, between bites of her salad as she and Sami ate lunch together, in the station's break room.

"Girlfriend? What girlfriend?" Sami answered, and a bit too quickly maybe?

"Sami, please; who between the two of us, ‘knows' things?"

Sami put her head down and bit her lip, chewing on it for a bit before she looked into AJ's eyes.

"Is it that obvious?" Sami answered.

"Only to me, Sami, don't be alarmed."

Nodding her head a bit, Sami took a small bite from her sandwich, and looked at AJ again.

"It's going fine, AJ, and before you ask, I still haven't broken Rule Two, okay?"

"Why is that?"

"Because I respect your boundaries; I did tell her that I had a thing that weekend but never told her with whom," Sami confessed.

"That's a good girl, Sami," AJ smilingly said, finishing her last bite of salad, afterwards, "and would she also respect my boundaries?"

Not sure where this was going, Sami hesitated a bit before answering, "I'm sure she would, AJ, but why is that important?"

"Because, if the two of you accept my invitation to my annual Halloween party, obeying Rule Two is an absolute requirement," AJ said a bit smugly, "and, by the way, costuming is required, got it?"

"Got it," Sami said in reply; she sure is a strange one, thought Sami, as she gathered her lunch trash for disposal, but strange or not, she's a lot of fun, and a party might just be what she and Bonnie needed to get out of the doldrums that they had been in since Katrina.

"We'll clean up the dishes later, sweetie, why don't you pour us a shot and come and join me on the couch?" Sami said to Bonnie, punctuating her suggestion with a kiss to Bonnie's lips.

Bonnie gladly accepted the kiss but wanted more, desperately wanted more from her Sami-girl.

Since the return to Memphis, both girls' libidos had been off-kilter, their love-making less often than before the storm. Slowly, Bonnie had to admit, it was returning to them both and for Bonnie, it couldn't come soon enough.

"Here ya' go, baby," Bonnie smilingly said as she handed Sami her shot of Black Jack.

Touching glasses, they toasted one another and throwing their heads back, shot the Jack, causing them both to shiver just a bit, ya know?

That was the other thing about them since the storm; they both drank a bit more and smoked a wee bit more often than before.

Coping, they told themselves, massaging their guilt a bit.

"We've been invited to a Halloween party, costumes and all; interested?" Sami asked.

"Oh, yeah, that sounds like fun, Sami; where, with who?"

Leaning her back against the arm of the couch, Sami pulled Bonnie with her, turning her around so that her back was against Sami's chest; wrapping her arms around Bonnie, and hugging her a bit snugly, she told Bonnie the story of that weekend.

"And she really called me your girlfriend?" Bonnie asked after hearing it all from Sami. Bonnie's hands were slowly rubbing Sami's arms which were still embracing her.

"Yeah, but she swears we're not that obvious and I believe her; AJ knows things that will scare the crap out of you, like I believe she's a true psychic, ESP and all that."

"Huh," was all that Bonnie could offer.

"And she really called me your girlfriend?" Bonnie repeated, really liking how that sounded, and then added, "You know, we soooo seriously need to unwind, Sami; I mean we haven't really done much of anything other than go to work and return home."

"Yeah, I know, baby, and I also know that I haven't exactly been any fun for you to be around; especially in bed, I know that I've been a bit off my game," Sami honestly answered.

"We've both had a lot on our minds, baby, but I'd be lying if I didn't tell you that I do miss our spontaneity in the sack," Bonnie answered, and turning her head to look up towards Sami's face.

Looking down to Bonnie, Sami felt as if a load had been lifted from her soul after telling her of that weekend. Sami's eyes fixated on the full, luscious lips of Bonnie, feeling a stirring inside of her that she hadn't felt for a while.

"How's this for spontaneity?" Sami asked just before she lifted Bonnie's mouth to hers, her hand slipping under Bonnie's top to feel those full breasts that she loved so much.

Slowly squeezing and feeling Bonnie's breasts, Sami explored Bonnie's mouth with her tongue, causing Bonnie to softly moan her contentment and desire for more. And when Sami's hand moved between Bonnie's legs, Bonnie moved her legs apart after pulling off her panties, tossing them somewhere onto the floor of the living room.

Two fingers, Bonnie thought, two fingers filled her and she wanted more; reaching with her own hand to Sami's hand, Bonnie squeezed three of Sami's fingers tightly together and pushed it into her wet pussy, thrusting with her hips to meet Sami's fucking movements.

Sami buried her fingers deep into Bonnie, loving the tightness of Bonnie's pussy against her fingers, and when Bonnie's breathing became labored, Sami fucked her harder and harder until she drew the orgasm forth from Bonnie's body.

Not waiting for Bonnie's spasms to stop, Sami moved to kneel on the floor, positioning Bonnie so that her legs were over Sami's shoulders. 

Reaching up and kissing Bonnie on the lips, softly and tenderly, Sami ended the kiss to those lips, and bowing her head between Bonnie's legs, she brought her lips to those other lips, those other lips that were wet with juices and smelled of lustful arousal.

The dishes were left until the morning.

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The next ten days were like the first ten days after they had crossed the line and had become completely intimate with each other. They fucked each other at the drop of a hat, at the sound of a raindrop, after an accidental brush against the other's body; love reborn? Not sure, but reborn lust? Ah, yes, that had indeed been reborn.

Bonnie, especially, had become particularly aggressive in her lust for Sami; there was not anything that Sami could ask of her that she was not prepared to do for her Sami.

More and more, Bonnie knew that she was so fucking far from the Bonnie Sue Madison that graduated Valedictorian of her High School class that she wasn't sure she even knew who that other girl was; more to the truth of the matter was that she didn't care to know that girl ever again.

Bonnie wanted them to costume as ‘butch bois' but there was no way in hell, no matter how much they tried, that either of them could pass for a butch; a butch's bitch, not a problem, but a butch? Wasn't going to happen, Stan.

Bonnie to the rescue; borrowing a sewing machine from Uncle Joe's wife, she bought material and made them both, ‘goddess' outfits, toga-like, but more form-fitting. Sami insisted that Bonnie show off her boobs, and so, Bonnie did exactly that with a very low-cut, almost to the naval, bodice that showed her boobs nicely. 

Sami's was shorter, almost Athenian-like, and showed her long, lovely legs to her advantage, not to mention her tight, fine ass; a couple of inches shorter, her pubes would be showing.

They both looked so hot that when they costumed at home for each other, the resulting fuck-fest went long into the early morning hours.

"So, are there only lesbians at the party?" Bonnie asked Sami while Sami drove to AJ's. Bonnie usually preferred Sami to drive, to be in control, so to speak; she didn't know why, she just did.

"I really don't know, sweetie, I only know a couple of the gals from the ride, remember?"

"I've never been to a lesbian party," Bonnie cheerfully revealed, to no one's surprise.

"Well, as good as you look, baby, expect to be hit on a lot tonight, I'm sure," Sami laughingly warned.

"Want to take someone home with us? I mean, you know, if we can?" Bonnie asked of Sami.

Looking to Bonnie from the corner of her eyes, Sami replied, "You sure? I mean, sure, I guess we can if you'd like to."

"It'd be a bit different, don't you think, you know, a little kink for a change," Bonnie offered.

"Well, we had that thing with Charlene and Debbie, and then there was the thing with Jena, and lest we forget, there was also that thing with Billie and Jules" Sami reminded her, chuckling afterwards.

"And they were fun, but if you don't want to share me…." Bonnie teased, letting her voice trail away.

"Oh, I'll share you alright, but only just as long as we wind up sleeping together," Sami said, a bit surprised that it came out of her mouth.

"You mean that?" Bonnie asked, hopefully.

"Yeah, I do, Bonnie, I mean that," Sami answered, honestly.

"Then let's have some fun tonight and I promise that someone might get my pussy, but they won't get my heart," Bonnie said sincerely.

"Works for me, sweetie," Sami replied.

Sami was right, they were hit on a lot, both of them; they teasingly played along with the flirts, sharing a few lustful kisses with the ‘hitters', both really liking the attention, and both letting the flirtations keep their horny motors running.

It took about an hour or so into the party before Bonnie spied her target; she was an African-American woman of about 28 or so, taller than Bonnie but shorter than Sami, and her name was Jill, Bonnie had quickly found out from AJ.

"Good looking woman, isn't she?" AJ remarked to Bonnie when she had asked the woman's name.

"Yeah, she certainly is," Bonnie answered; Sami was off getting the three of them some fresh beers right then.

"And yes, she does enjoy threesomes, a lot," AJ said to Bonnie, though Bonnie had not asked the question.

"How the hell did you know what I was thinking?" Bonnie asked dumbfounded by AJ's point-on comment.

"Didn't your girlfriend tell you," AJ answered, "I know things; scary, ain't it?"

"Ya think?" Bonnie said, still shocked by the remark.

"What I think, Bonnie-baby, is that you should ask her to dance, while you can," AJ smugly remarked and then walked away with a little wave over her shoulder to Bonnie.

And when Sami returned with the fresh beers, she had to look a bit to spot Bonnie on the dancing area of the living room, her arms holding a very attractive black woman to her body as they danced to the slow tune, slowly moving on the crowded, small dance area of AJ's cleared living room.

When Bonnie returned to Sami, she brought Jill with her and introduced the two of them, handing Jill the third bottle of beer. Tapping bottle-necks together, they took pulls at their beers, and made conversation.

When another slow tune came up in rotation of the party-mix CD, it was Sami that asked Jill to dance; Sami knew what Bonnie was hoping for with this woman, and now, Sami wanted it also.

As she danced with Jill, Sami nibbled at her ear, lightly brushing Jill's cheek with butterfly kisses as she held Jill tight to her body. Jill responded very positively to the moves that both girls were putting on her as they took turns dancing with her, getting her beers, letting her know that they definitely found her alluring and attractive.

The deal clincher was when the three of them walked into the back yard for some fresher, cooler air. Finding a spot in the back yard, near the back of the property, Bonnie and Sami took turns kissing Jill and Jill liked the attention, she liked it a lot.

And when Bonnie suggested that the three of them go back to their apartment, Jill eagerly agreed, asking if she should leave her car and just ride with them.

"We'll bring you back to your car," Bonnie said as she nibbled on Jill's full lips, "won't we, Sami?"

"Yes, we will," Sami responded, turned on by watching her Bonnie do her thing with Jill, enjoying the tableau before her.

Sami could feel the dampness in her panties as she drove them home, her eyes darting to the rearview mirror to catch quick glimpses of the make-out session in the back seat of Bonnie's car.

Bonnie and Jill stayed in lip-lock for damned near the entire drive, their moans of lust filling the car which only served to make Sami even hornier; well, the sounds of lust and her hand rubbing her honey-pot under her gown as she drove.

Once home, the girls wasted little time in getting Jill into their bed with them, and Jill did nothing to dissuade them from their goal; no, Ms. Jill was hot to get between these two good looking gals, every bit as anxious as they were.

"My, oh my, what a lovely group we have here," Jill said in a sultry voice while taking off her ‘Cat Woman' costume and eyeing Sami and Bonnie as they disrobed. Costume on the floor at her feet, Jill walked to the girls and putting an arm around each, she began lustfully kissing them, each in turn, while the girls fondled her slender body and firm breasts.

Bonnie loved how Jill's long tongue felt in her mouth, loved how it felt as it tried to slither into her throat. Sami kneeled between Jill and Bonnie, trading licks and kisses to each pussy while her hands played and squeezed with their asses.

"Let's play, sweeties," Jill said, walking from the girls and getting onto the king bed that the girls shared.

Bonnie went between Jill's long, toned legs first, her sounds of contentment rising from her mouth as she performed cunnilingus on this attractive black woman's naked pussy.

Jill pulled Sami until she had Sami kneeling over her head; pulling Sami's pussy to her awaiting mouth with her hands on Sami's ass, Jill closed her eyes and reached with her tongue to taste Sami's sweet nectar.

Sami spread her legs a bit more as she felt Jill's tongue slide deep into her love-box, closing her eyes in enjoyment while Jill fondled her breasts as she dined at Sami's ‘Y'. 

As Bonnie ate Jill, her own hand was busily masturbating herself, teasing herself for quite a while before climaxing; she held her climax until she heard and felt Jill get off and then she allowed her own orgasm to spring forth, her cries of joy mixing with Jill and Sami's.

Sami orgasmed at nearly the same time as her playmates, and one that shook her body to its limits.

The night was filled with the sounds and smell of raw, sexual energy from the three playmates as each interchanged their roles willingly, and seamlessly. The daisy chain was what finally put them over the edge, draining what energy they had left after quite a few hours of fucking each other.

Jill spent the night and rewarded the girls with wake up sex and orgasms before they brought her back to her car. Exchanging phone numbers, Jill gave each a deep, passionate kiss before she left, telling them to call her ‘anytime' they feel like a night of fun with her. They told her that it might not be that long before they made that call, all of them laughing afterwards.

"That's fine, girls;" Jill said, "the sooner the better," waving goodbye as she drove away.

"Well, how's that for kinky, baby?" Sami casually asked Bonnie as they hunted for a place to grab breakfast.

"Not bad, for starters," Bonnie mischievously replied, glancing sideways to her Sami-girl.

"So, how's Roy? I haven't heard you say much of about him lately," Sami asked out of idle curiosity.

"Nothing to talk about, honey; Roy was then, and we are now," Bonnie replied.

"Yes, yes we are," Sami answered with a smile on her face.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 16



The girls had pegged the end of November to leave, again, their jobs at Bonnie's father's station; and the thirty days absolutely flew by, they thought. Jill became a frequent visitor to the girls' apartment in those thirty days; her job as a rehab therapist gave her a certain amount of flexibility with her hours and she would often call at the last minute to see about hooking up.

Bonnie and Sami were always ready for an opportunity to 'hook up' with Jill; the three of them shared many delightful orgasms during that month of November.

Sami had finally contacted T and Jena after Katrina; T would be returning to school for the spring semester, as would Bonnie and Sami. Jena would be returning as well, but her husband would be staying in D.C. with Georgetown University. Their plan was for Jena to rejoin him in D.C., permanently, after the spring and summer semesters.

Sami and Bonnie had talked with school officials, finally, and all was set for them to return to room 204 as roomies, and to finally get back to classes for spring.

Sami talked with coach and he wanted her at school, as well as all of her teammates, a week ahead of opening so that they could get some practices in.

Marcia had reached Sami back in October, relieved that Sami hadn't been in the City when Katrina came through. Marcia said she'd be returning after the Holidays and that she'd call Sami then.

All in all, it looked promising for the girls as the Holidays were approaching and the spring semester, not far behind.

There was, yet, another going away party thrown for them by the station; the difference was that after this one, they joined AJ at her home for a goodbye party of their own, just the three of them.

Their last night in the apartment in Memphis was for just the two of them, however, no one else invited to the party, neither wanting or needing a third with them that night.

Half-sitting against the bed's headboard, Bonnie held Sami to her body, her breasts pressing against Sami's back and her arms around Sami's body. She had her chin resting on the top of Sami's head, and her fingers played with Sami's breasts; both lay languidly in repose like that for quite a while, before Bonnie broke the silence of their love chamber.

"I am so looking forward to getting back to our room at school," Bonnie said, off-handedly.

"Yeah, me too, baby, me too," Sami replied.

"Sami?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, sugar."

"No, I mean I love you; I love you like wanting to have your babies kind of love," Bonnie clarified.

Sami thought about that for a bit, and then tilting her head back so that she could look into Bonnie's eyes, she replied.

"Baby, I love you too," Sami said with all of heart, and meaning it, "but, you also need to know that I can't promise you monogamy; no matter how much I might want to, it doesn't seem to be in my DNA."

"I'm not asking you to, Sami; I'm like you, baby, I've enjoy the playmates we've shared, and I don't want that to change."

"I don't either, sweetie, but outside of sharing someone with you, what I'm talking about is simply this; if my horny motor gets running because of a chick, or a situation, I can't promise that I wouldn't jump into bed with her. I know I'm a pussy whore, and maybe one day, I'll find myself not being that, but, no matter what, I still love you,." 

"I can live with you being that way, and it's a two-way street, right?" Bonnie laughingly said, "But when it's just you and me, when it's just the two of us, I love that more than anything in the world."

"Me too, baby, me too," Sami said, and Bonnie knew by the look in Sami's eyes that she did indeed love Ms. Bonnie Sue Madison, and Bonnie was as happy as she had ever been in life.

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Bonnie dropped Sami at home in Jackson, and stayed for the night, as welcomed to Sami's home as if she were another child of her parents. Leaving the next day, they spent the Holidays apart, which made them both ache with loneliness for the other.

Bonnie went out with Roy a couple of times, socially, and even thought about fucking him once; but, at the end of the day, she missed cock less and less, and craved pussy, more and more.

Sami and Charlene hooked up a couple of times over the holidays and while it was good for them both, they both knew they were mere substitutes for Bonnie and Debbie with each other. They knew and accepted the fact that is was pure physical release. 

That was okay, that was cool for them; they played no games with each other, ever.

But nothing prepared either of them for what they saw when they returned to New Orleans for the spring semester, and both were a bit depressed for the first couple of weeks because of what New Orleans, post-Katrina, was; but neither could wallow in it because of school, which, in hindsight, was a God-send for them both.

Slowly, school once again became their total focus.

The two of them, Bonnie and Sami, were a couple now, the signs so obvious to the world. They probably didn't see it themselves, but even if they had, they wouldn't have altered their behavior with each other, towards each other. 

They weren't ashamed of their love for each other but both thought it best that it be kept private, neither wanting to 'flaunt it' in the faces of their dorm-mates.

Of course, it probably didn't help that one of them forgot to lock their door that one Friday afternoon...

They both heard the doorknob turn and both froze, in situ, as it were. They were under the sheet in Sami's bed, sort of, with Sami's back to the door, her bare, naked back and a wee bit of her very fine ass. She was kissing Bonnie, when she heard the door opened, she froze with her hand full of Bonnie's naked breast.

There was silence for about a nano-second, followed by an "Oops, sorry, so damned sorry..." followed by the sound of the door closing quickly.

Sami quickly jumped up and locked their door, turning afterwards, to face her bed and her naked Bonnie.

"Shit, Bonnie, I'm sorry; I didn't think to check the lock," Sami said with her eyes squeezed shut.

"Not your fault, Sami; I was the last one into the room and I don't remember if I locked it or not," Bonnie admitted.

"Any idea who it was?" Bonnie asked.

"Not a fucking clue, my back was to the door," Sami replied as she chewed on her lower lip, a habit for her, when deep in thought.

"You know," Sami said, "they couldn't really see your face, and only a bit of your boob, so they might not know it was you."

"Don't care if they do," Bonnie said, "fuck 'em, it's our life."

"Yeah, but still..."

"But still, nothing," Bonnie replied, a bit angry now, "I'll fuck you on the quad, I don't care who knows."

"Not smart, baby; remember, you still have to deal with your 'sisters'," referring to Bonnie's Sorority Sisters at the house.

Bonnie thought about that for a minute and lying back down on Sami's bed, she held out her arms to Sami, who was still standing by the door.

"Then let's pretend we're on the quad and come finish what we started, at least," Bonnie said.

When Sami left for her shift at The Grille, after the incident, she was sure that a couple of dorm residents she passed, in the hall, snickered a bit when she passed them.

"Fuck 'em," She said to the empty stairwell.

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They noticed the snickering sidelong glances from a few of their floor-mates after that afternoon's incident over the next few weeks. Of course they did, girls always noticed crap like that, even without the added onus of being lovers.

For Bonnie, she rather liked it; she rather liked being looked upon as something other than a Southern Princess as she had been in high school and before she found herself in love, totally and completely in love, with her roommate.

For Sami, she didn't really pay particular attention to what her peers thought, ever; she had endured those questioning looks before, when it was 'suspected' that she might be a bit queer by some of her high school classmates. 

Hypocritical bitches, thought Sami when she remembered those moments in high school; they talked behind her back but there was a couple of her teammates in high school who gladly went on night drives with Sami. They weren't so quick to condemn Sami on those nights when they parked in the woods and allowed Sami, no, begged Sami to love them; no, those nights, they weren't critical at all.

And when they passed each other in the hallway of their high school the day after they had made out with Sami in the woods, those same girls would give Sami a quick, side-long glance as they passed, but not much more. 

That was alright, Sami felt in those moments, they'd be back; they always came back, and when they did, Sami made them beg for release before she'd let them climax.

And they always begged, always.

Sami had brought her high school annuals with her back to school that spring semester after Katrina, not sure at all why she had done so, but they were on her bookshelf, nevertheless.

Returning to their room after classes one afternoon, Sami found Bonnie thumbing lazily through her senior year's book while lying on her bed, on Sami's bed, not her own, lying in her bra and panties.

"Hey baby," Bonnie said when Sami walked into their room, "gotta' kiss for momma?"

"You know I do," Sami replied with a smile and bending down, she and Bonnie exchanged a lover's kiss.

Laying her books on her desk, Sami noticed that it was her annual that Bonnie was looking through, and asked if Bonnie was looking for something in particular.

"No, just looking," Bonnie lazily replied as she stretched with her arms over her head, "just looking for pictures of my baby," smiling when she said it.

Bonnie had found plenty of pictures of Sami in action when she thumbed through the athletic portion of the annual, the bulk of which, of course, displaying the boys' sports; but with Sami's high school volleyball squad taking the state title for three of the four years of high school, there were several pictures of her Sami-girl in action.

"Did you always wear your hair that way?" Bonnie asked, pointing to a picture of Sami frozen in mid-air as she spiked a ball across a net, her long, blond ponytail flying in midair behind her head.

"Nah, just for games and practices," Sami answered as she slipped out of her jeans and shirt, changing into shorts and a tee, "other than that, I wore it loose like I do now.

Changing the subject, Bonnie asked, "So, are you ever going to show me which teacher it was that you had your thing with?"

Sami had told Bonnie of her affair with a teacher, but not more than that, hardly anything, in retrospect. What the hell, Sami thought, what can it hurt and flipping the annual to the staff photos, Sami pointed out Bev to Bonnie.

"She's attractive, Sami, but she reminds me of someone, I think..." Bonnie commented, returning to study Bev's photo once more.

"Damn, I can't put my finger on it, but she definitely reminds me of someone," Bonnie pressed.

"Ever watch the Sopranos?" Sami asked Bonnie.

"Yeah, why?" Bonnie responded.

"Remember the woman shrink that Tony was seeing, the brunette? Well, that's who Bev reminds me of, before the actress put on weight towards the end of her role" Sami volunteered.

Looking back at Bev's picture again, Bonnie slowly nodded her head, seeing the resemblance now.

"Yeah, I think you're right, I can see that, now that you mention it," Bonnie agreed.

"Well, I'll see you later, sweetie," Bonnie said as she rose from the bed, "I've got a Sorority meeting to drag my ass to."

Pulling Bonnie down into her arms, Sami kissed Bonnie, sliding her tongue into Bonnie's opened mouth while her hand slipped between Bonnie's legs, slowly stroking her smooth skin.

"Got time for a little fooling around?' Sami asked when she broke the kiss.

"Oh, baby you know I'd like nothing better, but I really am late and I'm the fucking secretary and all," Bonnie sadly replied, "But, I'll make it up to you when I get back, I promise I will."

Bonnie quickly dressed into a top and a pair of shorts, and turning towards Sami, who was stretched out on her bed and had been watching Bonnie dress, "Keep the thought, baby, and we'll play when I get back," blowing Sami a kiss afterwards.

"Bring me something sweet back with you," Sami said as Bonnie reached for the door handle, "you know; a tart or something like that, okay?" Bonnie's 'house' always had snacks and crap for the members when they had meetings.

"A tart; you want me to bring you a tart?" Bonnie repeated, "sure, blonde, brunette, redhead, which?" Bonnie teased.

"Surprise me," Sami teased back, then blowing Bonnie an air kiss.

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Bonnie was teasing when she made the crack about bringing Sami a 'real' tart, but the joke, it turned out, would be on her.

The meeting was short, thankfully, thought Bonnie as she helped with the clean up and all. Susan was working with her, helping her with the tasks; Bonnie thought that strange since she and Susan didn't really interact all that much, except for being officers of the Sorority. That night, though, Bonnie had noticed that Susan seemed to look at her more than usual, and Bonnie thought that strange as well.

"Bonnie, have you got a few minutes to talk about some things before you leave?" Susan asked as she swept crumbs from the table cloth into a waste basket.

"Yeah, I suppose, why, what's up?" Bonnie answered as she dumped the crumbs from the serving tray.

"It'd be better if we talked in my room," Susan said, a bit mysteriously, thought Bonnie.

Bonnie heard the lock snap into place when Susan closed the door behind her after they tramped upstairs to Susan's private bedroom; Susan was President of the Sorority and as such, she rated a private room.

"Bonnie, you know that my younger cousin lives in your dorm, right?" 

"No, didn't really know that," Bonnie truthfully replied, "but now that I do, I'll look her up."

"No need," Susan replied, walking towards Bonnie with a hint of a grin on her face as she started to slowly unbutton her blouse, "she already knows where your room is."

Susan's act of disrobing, in itself, didn't pop a flag up for Bonnie; hell, coeds dressed or undressed in front of each other all the time, nothing unusual about that.

"Really?" Bonnie asked, slightly confused about that remark, "how does she know where my room is? Have I met her?"

"She accidently walked in on you and your roommate a couple of weeks ago when she was delivering a message for me, to you, about the meeting," Susan said, her eyes on Bonnie's face when she said it, her blouse off of her body afterwards, leaving Susan standing in her shorts and bra, "and she called me to tell me."

Unsnapping her shorts and sliding them down her legs, Susan kept her eyes on Bonnie's face, adding, "she 'might' have mentioned it to her suite mates, but I don't know for sure about that. I did tell her to keep her fucking mouth shut, or I'd kick her ass."

Bonnie felt the blush rise from the chest, up her neck, and right to her face when she heard that bit of news, fumbling in her mind for some sort of response, or denial? She was still stumbling around in her mind when Susan unclasped her bra and let it drop to the floor, freeing her 36C 'girls'.

Susan just kept her eyes on Bonnie's, now-beet-red, face when she dropped her bra; Susan saw the quick flicker of interest at the sight of her naked breasts flash in Bonnie's eyes, and bringing her own hands up, she cupped her breasts in her hands, fondling them sensually.

"But, don't worry, you and I will keep this our little secret from the 'sisters', okay?" Susan said seductively, "I mean, after all, 'we' have to look out for each other, don't we? I mean, being officers and all," moving closer to Bonnie, her tongue running over her lips seductively as she continued to fondle her own breasts.

Bonnie wanted to run out of the room but, instead, stood transfixed by the sight of Susan's half-nakedness, and the specter of Susan's hands squeezing and caressing her own breasts. Bonnie knew that she should run, but knowing it and doing it? Well, that was two different things, wasn't it?

"So, my little secretary, the thing is that keeping this between just the two of us should be worth a reward of sorts, don't you think?" Susan brazenly said to a shocked Bonnie; shocked, but still watching Susan's hands intently.

Susan's eyes were on Bonnie's face the whole time, and she knew that Bonnie was hers for the taking, and Susan felt a sudden rush of adrenalin from the power, from the control she had of the situation.

"You can touch them you know," Susan said, and then reaching with her hand, she took Bonnie's hand in hers and placed it over her breast, squeezing slightly. "You can even suck them if you wish," Susan urged as she lifted her breasts up towards Bonnie.

Using her other hand, Susan placed it behind Bonnie's head and pulling gently while slowly rubbing her fingers through Bonnie's hair, she pulled Bonnie's head towards her chest, towards her hard nipples, her large, hard nipples.

Bonnie, despite her inner voices, allowed Susan to guide her head towards her breasts, finding it erotic, somehow, that Susan was controlling her, in a manner of speaking.

When Bonnie's lips brushed against Susan's nipple, Bonnie sucked it into her mouth, slowly, savoring it's hardness to her tongue, while raising her free hand to join its twin in the fondling of Susan's breasts. 

"Mmmm, that feels good, Bonnie, just like that, baby, yeah..." Susan murmured as she ran her fingers through Bonnie's hair, holding her head to her tits. 

And as Bonnie increased her oral attention to her breasts, Susan fumbled with Bonnie's top, and then, her shorts, getting them off of Bonnie with some help from Ms. Madison. 

Bonnie was now totally into the whole scene, biting Susan's nipples, squeezing her tits with desire and lust, her own crotch becoming damp from the play.

Pushing against Bonnie, Susan moved them to her bed, pushing Bonnie onto her back; then she lowered her tit to Bonnie's mouth once more while her hand slipped into Bonnie's panties and onto her pussy, her very damp pussy.

Squeezing, Susan separated Bonnie's nether-lips, finding Bonnie's swollen love-bud quickly, then massaging it slowly, squeezing it as well. Susan kissed Bonnie hard, slipping her tongue into Bonnie's mouth while fingering her, drawing moans from Bonnie's mouth as she sucked on Susan's tongue.

"Take off your bra and panties," Susan said quickly as she pulled her own panties from her body. As Bonnie undid her bra clasp, Susan pulled Bonnie's panties from her body, dropping to her knees quickly and burying her face between Bonnie's legs.

Susan was a noisy lover, thought Bonnie as she held onto Susan's head between her legs, but an excellent one, she thought as she moved her hips to grind against Susan's mouth and tongue. 

Moving quick and cat-like, Susan was up onto the bed and into a 69 position before Bonnie's orgasm could explode. Lowering her mouth and pussy to Bonnie' reclining body, the two 'sisters' took their time pleasuring each other for quite a while, neither tiring of the taste and smell of the sex between them.

And when she came, Bonnie pulled Susan's pussy hard against her mouth as she tried to stifle her scream of orgasm. And then there were two more, two more surprise orgasms that left her body shaking.

When Bonnie left Susan's room that night, she passed a couple of her 'sisters' who were talking, quietly, in the hall; they nodded to Bonnie but avoided looking at her, not looking into her eyes with theirs. 

Passing a full-length mirror at the end of the hallway, she could see for herself that she looked like she had just been fucked, and fucked hard.




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Sami was asleep when Bonnie returned to their room and though she had just orgasmed with Susan, she never desired Sami more than in that moment. Slipping out of her clothes, Bonnie could smell Susan's sex on her body, and that turned her on even more.

Bonnie crawled into bed with Sami and awakened her with a deep, tongue-probing kiss while she pulled at Sami's panties, pulling them down Sami's long legs. 

Sami had awakened with a bit of a start but quickly got into her lover's game, opening her mouth to Bonnie's tongue while trying to wake up completely. She felt Bonnie's fingers enter her and begin their fucking motion which caused Sami to spread her legs, almost in a Pavlovian response.

And then she tasted it; she tasted pussy on Bonnie's mouth and tongue, tasted it now that she was out of sleep-mode.

"You've been eating pussy," Sami said, not accusingly, but more as a statement.

"I'll tell you all about it later, Sami, but right now, I have to have yours," and Bonnie was between Sami's legs just that quickly, and Sami was off to the mountaintop, once again. That's fine, thought Sami, that's fine, we'll talk about it later, and then she stifled her cry of orgasmic release by pulling her pillow over her head.

But make no mistake, Sami-girl did scream.



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Closing her eyes once more, Bonnie rode the '69' train with Jessie as the older woman worked her magic with this young coed, and they both loved every fucking minute of it.





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As Bea lowered her pussy for Sami to suck and lick, her own mouth was busily burrowing between Sami's legs, her hands gripping the backs of Sami's thighs for support.

Sami placed her hands on Bea's hips, pulling Bea's pussy to her waiting mouth; when her tongue tasted Bea, she lost all control and had Bea crying with delightful orgasmic contentment as she repeatedly sucked and tongue-fucked Bea's snatch.

Bea's cry when she orgasmed was matched by Sami's, a few seconds later. Lying there, in the same 69 repose, they stroked and petted each other as they gathered their wits about them and once more, pleasured each other, yet again.

When the girls gave in to the fatigue and soreness, they kissed each other goodnight for a deliciously long time, their tongues tasting like pussy, their own pussies, at that.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 20



Sami leaned her head against the passenger window of Charlene's new car as they drove back to Jackson for the Christmas Holidays. Charlene and Debbie had graduated the previous May, and moved together to Houston where they had both secured jobs. Debbie would be with her family in Dallas for the holidays, as Sami and Charlene would do with theirs, in Mississippi.

"Thanks for detouring to pick me up," Sami said as her eyes took in the swamps that they crossed over, leaving the City behind them.

"Not much of a detour, baby, it's interstate all the way," Charlene smilingly replied and sneaking a quick side-long glance to the cousin that she loved so much; beyond the sex, she loved Sami as if she was the sister she never had. In truth, they were more like sisters, than cousins; well, except for the sex of course, Charlene thought, which caused her to wonder if she would've fooled with Sami, had she been her sister, all those years ago.

Yeah, probably so, Charlene thought, which, in turn, troubled her to no end.

"Still, I appreciate it; I owe you," turning to look at Charlene when she said it.

"Show me your appreciation over the holidays sometime, Sami-girl, when we can sneak away, okay?"

"You bet," Sami replied, and turning back to look out of her window, she took stock of the fall semester that had just ended...

Scholastically, it couldn't have gone better for Sami. She had pulled straight A's in all of her courses, and had been accepted as the new RA for her dorm. With Casey's help, Sami already had her stuff moved into 312, ready for her return after New Year's.

She and Casey had bonded as roommates, and though each had flirted with the thought of crawling into the other's bed some night, neither did. Both of the girls 'knew' the other would welcome a tryst of the Sapphic sort, though neither openly spoke of it; they 'knew', was what it was.

She and Bea had one, last final night of fucking before Bea left for graduate school, and both would miss the sex with each other terribly. Since that night, in October, when Bea came to Sami's sexual rescue, they continued to meet for sex at least once a week. 

A week after that night with Bea, Sami showed up, unannounced, at Jena's door one night. When Jena opened the door, she knew by the look on Sami's face and in her eyes, that she and Sami would make love that night, and Jena was soooo ready to welcome Sami into her bed, once again.

Charlene dropped Sami off at her house, running in to say a quick hello/goodbye to Sami's parents before she drove the mile or so to her parents' home. The girls had made tentative plans for some private time for themselves and after a couple of days doing the family thing; both were ready for that private time, in a big way.

Telling their parents that they were going to Oxford to see some friends at Ole Miss and that they'd be back in a couple of days. Charlene and Sami did go to Oxford, but rather than crash at somebody's house, they opted to get a motel.

"Sami, how are you doing, babygirl, you know, since Bonnie's..." Charlene stopped, searching for a word or phrase that wouldn't upset Sami, but coming up short.

"Death, that's the word you're looking for Charlene, Death; Bonnie's dead, you can say it, I won't go ballistic on you," Sami offered to Charlene, "and to answer your question, I've learned to deal, and have quit cursing God for taking her, okay?"

Sami's tone was harsh, something she rarely was with Charlene; but Sami wasn't the same person and it would be fair to say that Sami had taken on a slightly harder edge.

"I'm sorry Sami, I didn't mean to upset you," Charlene apologized, meaning every word of it.

Blowing out a breath of air, Sami pulled Charlene to her body, and apologized for her shitty attitude, kissing her cousin's cheek afterwards.

"Let's go see your friend and score some weed," Sami suggested out of the clear blue sky, "I need to mellow out, really mellow out."

Charlene agreed that Sami-girl definitely needed to mellow out, but she wouldn't dream of saying that out loud. Since Bonnie's death, Charlene thought, being around Sami was like walking in a minefield blindfolded; you just never knew which step would be the last one.

The girls scored their weed, they got high and they fucked; but, it wasn't the same, for either of them, though neither would say so. 

No, they both decided, independently, that they'd rather bury their heads in the sand than to confront the issue.

Their familial duties for the holidays completed, the girls left on their return trip; Sami to begin the Volleyball season's play, and to the new spring semester, and Charlene to her job and of course, to Debbie.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 21



Sami and Jena did venture across the river that following week, as planned. Both were dressed to attract, and attract they did. Their plan was to dance and tease with some of the locals that hang out there, at the Loft, but the surprise turned out to be on them.

Even though it was the middle of the week, the bar was crowded with patrons; drinking at the bar, sitting in the darkened booths, mingling, or dancing on the dimly lit floor.

Jena and Sami squeezed in at the bar and Jena ordered for them both. The bartender looked at Sami for maybe a second or two, but fetched the beers, smiling at Sami when she handed one to her.

They found a spot off to the side and silently sipped at their beers while taking in the crowd. Butches, soccer-moms, older, younger, married or single; If you couldn't find a partner here, there was something seriously wrong with you.

Jena and Sami had plenty of offers to dance and they took most of them up. Each was having quite the time playing kissy-face on the dark dance floor with their many partners, each getting themselves worked up for what they hoped would be a monster fuck-session later on that night.

It turned out to be so, but not as they envisioned it.

Their eyes met, there, on the dance floor, as they were both being led around by their partners. Sami was dancing with a Butch, letting the Butch nibble on her ear and feel her ass as they danced to the slow soulful tune.

She, Dr. Michaels, Sami's fine-arts teacher at the college, was in the arms of one of the soccer-moms who was having quite the time kissing and licking Dr. Michaels' long, slender neck.

They stared for the brief second or two in recognition of each other, their eyes registering the knowledge, but without saying anything as they passed each other. Sami was thinking about whether or not she was surprised at seeing Dr. Michaels, and decided that she wasn't.

Funny thing is that Dr. Michaels was thinking the same thing.

Turning down an offer to go to a motel with the Butch, Sami walked back to the booth that she and Jena had finally secured for themselves shortly after arriving. Standing at the table, Sami sipped her drink-they had switched to Mimosas-and scanned the floor, looking for Jena. She found her, locked in a grope-fest with one of the Butch gals, both of them kissing and fondling each other lustfully. 

"Well, what a pleasant surprise to find you here, Sami," the voice said from behind Sami's back.

Turning, Sami saw that it was Dr. Michaels, and smiling, she replied, "Yeah, well, I could say the same thing, couldn't I?" Sami jokingly said, adding, "How ya doing, Dr. Michaels?"

"Nope, outside of the classroom, you may call me Nikki; Dr. Michaels is locked in the classroom until eight tomorrow morning," smiling brightly at Sami as she said it.

"Sit down, Nikki, take a load off," Sami offered as she slid into the booth, dragging her drink along the table with her.

Nikki did and turning, called a waitress over; "I'll have what she's having and bring her another one, okay Bobbi?"

"Sure thing, Nikki, and by the way you look hot tonight, as always," Bobbi replied and blowing Nikki an air-kiss as she walked away.

"So, I guess this isn't your first time here?" Sami said jokingly.

"Oh hell no, Sami, I've been coming here since way before Katrina, almost from the first opening night," Nikki replied, her eyes taking in Sami's classic beauty.

Nikki Michaels was forty-two, single, and held a Doctorate in Fine Arts and had been teaching at the college for ten years. She was a brunette with medium length hair, and was 5' 7'ish and probably 130 pounds or so. She was dressed in a blouse and skirt that showed off her body nicely, especially her twins.

"You don't seem surprised to see me here," Sami threw out onto the table.

"Nor you, me," Nikki parried back to Sami.

"I sort of suspected that you preferred the ladies," Sami offered truthfully.

"And I, you," Nikki tossed back.

Interrupted by the delivery of their drinks, they toasted each other, and sipped, both staring at the other as they did.

"Dance with me?" Nikki asked when she put her drink down.

Sami answered by sliding out of the booth and holding out her hand to help Nikki from the booth. Taking Sami's hand, Nikki slid gracefully from the booth, revealing a pair of nice looking thighs as her skirt rode up her legs.

They danced close to each other, their arms wrapped tightly around the other. There were no words, no feels, nothing but the sensuousness of each other's body sliding across their own as they moved slowly on the floor.

Opening her eyes at one point, Sami saw that Jena had moved to a booth in a dark corner and was busily fondling and kissing with two Butches now, both of them with a hand up Jena's skirt, Jena's legs spread a bit to accommodate their play.

Smiling, Sami closed her eyes again, and pulled Nikki tighter to her body, loving the feel of Nikki's larger breasts as they pressed against her body. Feeling Nikki moving her head upward from where she had rested it on Sami's shoulder, Sami leaned towards her. 

When Nikki's tongue slowly began its dance along the side of Sami's neck, Sami's response was to drop one her hands to fondle Nikki's ass. Planting her mouth on Sami's neck, Nikki sucked slightly while flicking her tongue on Sami's skin which caused Sami to moan acceptance and delight at the feeling.

Breaking her mouth from Sami's neck, Nikki whispered into Sami's ear, "Want to step out for some fresh air with me?" then kissed Sami's earlobe in punctuation.

"Yeah, that sound like a good idea," Sami agreed, then kissing Nikki on the lips briefly, but full of promise.

They finished their drinks quickly and walked out into the cooler night air together, stepping towards the parking lot, away from the crowds near the entrance. 

As Sami followed Nikki to wherever it was they were going, Sami noticed a few of the vehicles had occupants in them, the fogged windows betraying their actions. Sami thought that a bit hot, she admitted to herself as they cut between the two last rows of parked cars.

Pulling a remote from a skirt pocket, Nikki pressed it, resulting in a flash of lights from a Cadillac sedan on the last row. Opening the door and reaching above the driver's visor, Nikki retrieved a joint, looking at Sami when she did so.

"Join me, or if you're not so inclined, promise not to report me?" Nikki laughingly asked.

"I am so inclined," Sami replied with a smile, "and you have to promise not to report me to Coach, okay?"

They both laughed and firing up the doobie, took turns with the herbal treat, savoring its effect to them as it did its magic on them. After Nikki took the last hit, she ground it under her shoe and reaching to Sami with her arms, she kissed her student passionately.

Sami responded by kissing her back just as passionately but coupled it with a slow, sensuous fondling of Nikki's breasts through the thin material of Nikki's blouse. Leaning against her car, Nikki sucked on Sami's tongue, her moans of delight a bit loud in the night as Sami fondled her breasts, both of them now, her fingers kneading hungrily.

Breaking the kiss, Nikki took a breath, and with a voice full of want, asked Sami, "Back seat with me, please?" her voice pleading almost.

"Yes," was Sami's short answer, pulling Nikki to the side and opening the rear door of Nikki's caddie. Closing the door when she got in last, Sami flew into Nikki's arms, her mouth opened to suck Nikki's tongue while her hand flew to Nikki's blouse.

When Sami had unbuttoned Nikki's blouse, she then pulled down her bra; Sami's mouth sucked on Nikki's breasts and nipples while Nikki held Sami's head between her hands, her head thrown back and eyes closed in desire and delight at what Sami's talented mouth and tongue were doing to her 'girls'.

Sucking hard on Nikki's tits, Sami slipped her hand under Nikki's skirt, her fingers sliding her panties to the side and finding a bare, naked pussy that was moist and warm, begging to be touched.

Sami continued to suckle Nikki's breasts as her fingers expertly pealed back the folds of Nikki's pinkness, and slipping two of her fingers into Nikki, she began a slow, rhythmic fucking motioning which drew loud moans of contentment from Nikki's mouth.

Sami's thumb rotated slowly over the swollen love-bud of her teacher as she sank her fingers deep into the warmth of Nikki's snatch. Lifting her mouth from Nikki's breasts, wet and red now, from her mouth, Sami kissed Nikki hard, driving her tongue far into her teacher's opened mouth.

"Mmmph, oh yes," Nikki murmured between her gasps for breath, her desire for more overtaking her completely, making her dizzy with lust for Sami-girl.

"Sami, let's go to my place, baby, what'd ya say, sweetie?" Nikki gasped as she spread her legs even more to Sami's fingers which had not stopped playing.

"I came with a friend, Nikki, I can't just leave her," Sami replied though she wished she didn't have to, because right at the moment, Sami wanted to be between Nikki's legs in the worse way.

"Why don't you speak to her while I sorta dress myself, and I'll pull the car up near the entrance and wait for you, okay?" 

"You're sure that I'll be able to, are you?" Sami replied.

"Oh yes, baby, I am; you want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck you," Nikki replied as she pulled her bra-cups back over her breasts.

Well hell, Sami thought, she wasn't wrong.

Win-win as it turned out for both Jena and Sami. When Sami found Jena, she was walking towards the restroom after leaving the table where her two butch friends were eyeing her ass as she walked from their table.

"Jena, got a bit of a situation," Sami said as she stopped Jena with a hand on her arm.

After explaining the situation, Jena just smiled and said, "Whew, that's a relief, Sami; I was trying to figure out how I could not leave you here alone while I finished entertaining my new friends."

"Entertaining?" Sami asked.

"Well, for me it's entertainment," Jena explained, "but for them, it's a threesome with a 'curious' married chick; they think I'm just another curious housewife whose husband is out of town and that this is my first time 'fooling' around with other women."

Sami smiled at the revelation and kissing Jena on the cheek, she said, "Have a good time, you curious wench," laughing afterwards.

"You too, baby, and let's do plan a night for just you and me, real soon, okay?" and off she went, waving to Sami over her shoulder.

"Slide closer, Sami," Nikki said when Sami had jumped into the front seat and they had driven off, heading for the bridge to take them back to the City. Smiling, Sami did as asked, hiking her skirt around her hips, revealing her thin, laced panties. Grabbing Nikki's right hand from the steering wheel, she placed it between her now, spread legs, right on her honey-pot.

Squeezing Sami-girl's moistness with her hand, Nikki glanced quickly to Sami, and smilingly said, "I like a girl who anticipates my wants," sliding a finger under Sami's panties, now, to rub the swollen clitoris of Sami's womanhood.

Driving into the garage of her townhouse, located near the University, Nikki parked her car and removed her hand from inside of Sami's panties and sucked it of Sami's juices while looking into Sami's eyes. Leaning towards each other, she and Sami kissed lustfully, both hornier than hell for each other.

"Follow me, sweetie," and taking Sami by her hand, Nikki led them from the garage, through a very comfortable, though small, garden-patio, and into the rear door of the townhome.

"I'll give you the nickel-tour at some other time, Sami, but for now, let's show you our playroom for the evening," and pulling Sami along with her, Nikki mounted the stairs to the upstairs bedrooms.

Nikki's master bedroom was huge; large enough to accommodate a loveseat, as well as a couple of reading loungers, besides all of the massive bedroom furniture. Lighting several candles quickly while Sami's eyes took in the hugeness of the room, Nikki suggested that they shower the humidity and bar smells from their bodies.

"I'll go first, baby, then you, okay?" Nikki said, adding, "Make yourself comfortable; there's some reading material you might find interesting by the lounger and bookcase."

Sami turned on a small reading lamp and looked at the several books that were on the table next to the chair. They were all books of photography, the subject matter all women. Sitting and picking up one of the books, Sami relaxed into the lounger and gazed upon some of the most incredible, artful, photographs of gorgeous women that she had ever seen.

As she took in the photos, Sami found that she was becoming even hornier, as if that was possible; when she came across a section dealing with lesbian women, Sami felt her juices start to flow.

"Your turn, baby," Nikki's voice said, breaking the silence; looking up from the book, Sami was greeted by the sight of Nikki's nakedness, her body glistening in the candlelight, and a sweet smell of Azaleas faintly reaching her nostrils. 

"I won't be long," Sami said as she stood and started unbuttoning her blouse, but her eyes taking in all of Nikki's body.

"Don't be; we have things to do to each other," Nikki replied seductively.

When Sami emerged from the quickest shower of her life, she was greeted with a kiss and a Mimosa. Silently, they clicked glasses and drank while eye-fucking each other. Setting the empty glasses down, they held hands as they walked to Nikki's bed. On a table, near the bed, there was an array of various sex toys out, and which caused Sami to pause a bit.

"For later, you know, to mix things up a bit; but for now, I want you straight up," Nikki explained as she climbed onto her huge king-sized bed, bringing Sami with her.

Sami quickly took control of the situation and while they kissed on their knees, in the bed, her hand dropped between Nikki's legs and began a slow, rhythmic stroking of Nikki's pussy. Pulling Nikki onto her back while still kissing her, Sami's fingers began rubbing and teasing, bringing moans of delight from Nikki's mouth.

Slowly, teasingly, Sami kissed a trail down Nikki's body while Nikki threw her head back in ecstasy and her hands gently encouraged Sami's downward movements. Nikki was butter under Sami's touch and kisses, her level of arousal far higher than it usually was with these undergrad students.

And there had been an awful lot of undergrad students that had been in Nikki's bed over the past ten years. And, God willing, thought Nikki, there'll be more for years to come, but Sami was something special, there's no doubt about that.

Moving between Nikki's spread legs that now closed behind her, Sami gripped Nikki's upper thighs and dropped her head to Nikki's swollen clit and sucked it into her mouth with a slurping sound.

"Ah, Jesus," was Nikki's response to Sami's clit-sucking abilities, and thrusting her hips upward, she tried to drive her clitoris deep into Sami's mouth. Had Nikki been a guy with a thick, 10" cock in Sami's mouth, the motion would have been the same.

But Sami responded and wrapped her mouth around Nikki's clit and pussy, driving her tongue into the warm, wetness of Nikki's pussy. Chewing with her mouth and her tongue fucking Nikki, alternately, gave Nikki an orgasm to surpass all orgasms, and a cry surely heard for blocks around her townhome, never mind right next door.

Grabbing Sami's head with her hands, she pulled Sami deep into her crotch as she ground and humped Sami's face.

And Sami-girl loved it! She fucking loved it when she made 'them' scream.

Crawling up Nikki's body, taking her time to place small kisses all over it, Sami finally kissed Nikki on the lips, letting Nikki taste her juices on Sami's tongue before dropping onto her back, next to Nikki.

"My turn now, Sami, my turn to fuck you, baby," Nikki said slow and seductively as she fondled Sami's breasts with a hand, squeezing hard enough to be 'almost' painful, and pinching Sami's nipples between her fingers.

Dropping her head to Sami's breasts, she sucked and licked her student's firm tits, loving the largeness of Sami's nipples in her mouth.

Moving her tongue to Sami's belly, her hand squeezed and teased Sami's pussy, Nikki loving the feel of a young woman's pussy in her hands. Feeling Sami's hands on her head, slightly pulling, Nikki stopped and turned to face a smiling Sami.

"I want you to eat me, I want to feel you there, but when I'm ready to cum, I want you fucking my ass with that," pointing to the table with the sex toys with her hand. Turning to follow Sami's finger, Nikki saw that Sami wanted her to use the strap-on, the one with the 6", slender dildo.

Turning her gaze back to Sami, Nikki moved between Sami's legs, and said, "Oh, babygirl, where have you been all my life?" and smiling, she lowered her head to taste the nectar of her student.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 22



Finals were over for the spring semester, and the short break between semesters loomed large on Sami's calendar. She needed a break; it had been a ball-busting semester since spring break.

There was the stolen scooter thing, of course, and the short version is that, police reports made, her insurance company paid her for the stolen scoot. Sami was pissed; of course, she was pissed that her scoot got stolen but it was only a 'thing', and could be replaced...or, not.

Her twenty-first birthday came and went and she celebrated that milestone in the way she preferred, which is to say, not at all. Her parents, and Charlene, of course, had called to wish her a happy day, but that was it, and for Sami, that was just fine.

The VB team made it to the finals at Nationals, again, and, again, came out second best, losing to the same west coast school as last year. No national championship for Sami's resume, but damn, it sure was fun, she thought. Typically, Sami glossed over the fact that she had won the MVP title of her team, and of the conference, for the third straight year.

Sami finished the semester with the highest marks of her college career and for that, she was justifiably proud as hell.

But, for the summer, she'd take only a couple of electives, thinking to give her mind a much-needed rest. Even if she had taken the max hours, she still wouldn't be able to graduate until the end of the fall semester, so fuck it, was her thought on the matter.

Sami and Nikki continued their lustful relationship and had even shared a couple of threesomes with a couple of young gals that were visitors to Dr. Michaels' House of Delights on a regular basis.

Sami and Casey continued to screw each other when the mood struck which, for Casey, was more often than it was for Sami. Not that Sami didn't enjoy Casey's fine body and talents, but between Nikki, Casey, Jena, and the occasional horny dorm resident, Sami's plate was overflowing with pussy.

The 'occasional' horny dorm resident; now that was a twist that Sami didn't see coming.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 22



Sami was pretty sure there would be fucking involved, at some point, during the evening.

Scanning through the classifieds, a boxed, bold-printed ad caught her eye. It was an ad from a female photographer seeking female models for a photography project of some sort. Judging by the wording of the ad, there would be nude modeling involved.

Though Sami preferred abstract photography when she shot film, for the most part, ever since spending time with Nikki and going through all of her books of photographic nudes, the media held some attraction to Sami.

Something about the ad appealed to Sami, for a reason she couldn't identify, but she composed and then, sent, an email response with all of the resume material and a few JPEG attachments of her, all G-rated, of course.

Making sure she had all of her contact information at the end of the email, Sami clicked the send button and then turned off her laptop to begin readying for the night's activities with Nikki.

Thinking about the ad she had just responded to, Sami found herself hoping she'd get picked for the project; hell, it might turn out to be a blast, she thought as she soaped herself in her shower.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 23



It was about a week after she had answered the ad that she got the call.

"Samantha? This is Lynn, I placed an ad in your Campus Newspaper and you sent me an email?" the voice on the other end of the connection said into her ear. Definitely not a Southerner, Sami quickly judged by the lack of accent.

"Yes Lynn, but please, I'd prefer if you called me Sami, if you don't mind," Sami replied, "Yes, Sami; S-A-M-I, that's right," she said further in answer to Lynn's request of clarification and correct spelling.

They talked for several minutes and when Sami heard the rate of fifty bucks an hour, she wanted this gig very badly, now. Agreeing on a day and time that worked around Sami's schedule, they planned a meeting at Lynn's French quarter studio-apartment.

Well, thought Sami, this might turn out to be a good thing; Lynn sure sounded nice, Sami thought further.

Sami's week was going reasonably well; business had been good at The Grille and she had banked some good coin. Her classes were easy, so easy for her that she thought she could probably miss half of them and still pull A's, but of course, she wouldn't do that, that wasn't in her to cut classes.

She had a brand new playmate that she had met through Nikki, and that just added to the roll Sami was on, she felt.

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Her name was Lin Su, an Afro-Asian in her late thirties and she owned one of the higher-end galleries in the City. She was at the 'private' showing of Erotic Art that Sami had gone to with Nikki. She and Sami had found themselves drawn to the same collection of Lesbian Erotica, and wound up talking to each other for most of the night.

Lin Su and Nikki knew each other, of course, and had even shared a bed together, once or twice; okay, maybe more than once or twice. In any event, when Nikki asked Lin Su if she'd like to join her and Sami for a nightcap at Nikki's place, Lin Su was eager to say yes.

They had a wonderful time, the three of them, at Nikki's, so much so that both Lin Su and Sami wound up spending the night. Since Nikki didn't have a class scheduled for the next morning, Lin Su offered to drop Sami at school on her way to her place.

It was during that drive that Lin Su had asked Sami if she'd be interested in coming over for dinner one night and Sami had accepted. That night was to be tonight, and Sami was very much looking forward to a little one on one with Lin Su.

Lin Su was small in stature, no more than 5'4" and probably no more than a hundred pounds. Her body was proportionate in all respects with small breasts and slim hips but with a very tight, firm ass. Lin Su wore her hair short, cut close to her face and head, and had an set of gray-blue eyes that contrasted starkly to her darkened skin-tone.

Lin Su's eyes were 'slightly' Asian at first glance but not as much as they would have been had she been full-blood Asian. And Lin Su was incredibly limber in bed, Sami found out when the three of them had played that night at Nikki's.

Lin Su would pick Sami up at her dorm around six'ish and Sami was looking forward to it, in a big way.

When Sami emerged from her shower, she noticed that an envelope had been pushed through her mail-slot and was lying on the floor. Retrieving it, Sami opened it and found a typed note, along with a smaller envelope that was sealed. Opening the typed note, Sami read;

Sami, I thought it best that these should be given to you. Do whatever you wish with them, but neither of us would want these to fall into the wrong hands. I promise you that I deleted the files and have kept no copies.

The note was unsigned.

Opening the smaller envelope, Sami found four pictures of Bonnie, lying on a bed, blindfolded and with her hands tied to bedposts. In all of the pictures, Bonnie had a different girl straddling her head, but with faces turned so that recognition wasn't possible. In the pictures, Bonnie was obviously servicing the girls.

Sami felt a stabbing pain in her chest for a moment, and then, quickly tearing them into tiny pieces, she burned the photos in her metal waste can while dealing with a myriad of emotions. Once burned, Sami allowed a small smile to her face as she thought of how she and Bonnie were very liberal with each other in regards to casual sex-play with others. 

She had fun, she enjoyed it, whatever 'it' was, Sami thought; if she hadn't, Bonnie would have said something, knowing that Sami would've done something to make it right.

"I love you, babygirl," Sami said out loud, in her room, alone with her memories.

"Call me Su, Sami," Lin Su said to Sami when she had picked up this gorgeous, blond Amazon. Su loved tall women, especially tall, blonde women and was so looking forward to getting Sami into her bed; just them, the two of them.

Reaching over with a kiss to Sami before she drove off, Su slapped her shift into first gear, popped the clutch, and left a sixty-foot trail of burned rubber marks, laughing at Sami's shriek when she did it.

"Damn, girl, I love this fucking car," Su said loudly to combat the road noise from the top being down, and the twin exhausts of the powerful, vintage, Corvette.

Laughing with Su, Sami let her hair fly behind her as Su sped them towards her home.

Looking down from a third floor window, one of Sami's residents smiled when she saw the cute, dark-complexioned chick kiss Sami just before peeling out of the parking lot. Smiling, Brenda filed that piece of data into the stewpot that was her brain.

"Mmm, that feels good, baby, that feels really good," Su said to Sami as her hands caressed the top of Sami's head as it moved up and down between her legs.

Sami helped Su with the meal once they had gotten to her large, turn-of-the-century home on the edge of the Garden District. They shared prep duties, glasses of wine, and many touches and kisses.

Eating quickly, both of them hurriedly finished the delicious broiled sole and steamed veggies; throwing the rinsed dishes into the dishwasher, they headed to Su's hot tub.

Su's breasts were much smaller than Sami's B-cup twins but Sami loved the feel of them to her hands and mouth. 

Su was sitting on Sami's lap, facing her, her legs spread and high behind Sami's shoulders, resting on the tub edge. She rubbed herself against Sami's crotch as Sami sucked and licked her breasts in the warm water of the tub.

Lifting her head from Su's breasts, Sami kissed her, her tongue driving deep into Su's mouth; lifting Su up, Sami turned her around and sat her on the edge of the tub, kneeling so that she could wrap her mouth over Su's pussy.

Taking her time between Su's legs, Sami tasted the sweetness of Su's pussy over and over, letting her tongue slip in and out of its warm wetness. Moving her finger to Su's ass, Sami teased her lover's ass with it, causing Su to moan her pleasure aloud.

Moving her mouth to suck on Su's clit, Sami moved her thumb and forefinger into both of Su's private holes, bringing about a cry of joy when she came within minutes of Sami doing that.

Taking Sami's face between her hands, once she regained her composure, Su lustfully kissed Sami with a hunger.

"My bed, Sami, let's dry and go to my bed," Su said with a panting breath.

Su wasted no time in burying her face between Sami's long legs and within a short time, Sami was shaking with orgasmic pleasure, one after the other, after the other. Reaching into her nightstand drawer, Su removed a double-dildo that was rather thick.

Sitting with her legs over Sami's, Su slipped one end of it into Sami's pussy, raising her pussy from the bed afterwards and inserting the other end into her own. Lowering her butt afterwards, she and Sami wrapped their arms around each other, kissing lustfully as their hips thrust towards each other, fucking each other with the dildo. 

The resulting orgasm had both of the women crying aloud in pleasure, their fingers digging into the back of her partner. Both women were wet with sex-sweat, now, and both women struggled to regain their breathing. Finally back to the real world, Su removed the dildo from them both and while seducing Sami with her eyes, she sucked their juices from both ends, smiling mischievously afterwards.

They rested; they drank more wine and returned to Su's bed for Round Two which lasted until well after midnight. Driving Sami back to the campus, Su couldn't keep her hands from Sami's long legs and breasts, fondling Sami all the way back to the dorm.

Su had used her Mercedes Sedan for the return drive and parked in a remote spot of the dorm's parking lot; under the cover of the sedan's top, she had one more taste of Sami-girl before saying goodnight.

Damn, but that was a fun time, Sami thought as she showered in her room. Su made sure that Sami had all of her numbers, and invited Sami to be her 'date' for a Gallery show the following week.

"It'll be a couple of hours, that's all, baby," Su had said to Sami, "and afterwards, if you'd like, you'll spend the night?" Su questioned.

"I'd like," was all that Sami said; it was all that needed to be said.

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How ironic, Sami thought as she rang the bell, next to the wrought-iron gate, Lynn's apartment is less than two blocks from Marcia's. Hearing the lock open with a buzz, Sami pushed in the gate and followed the old brick walkway to the patio.

As she entered the patio, Sami noticed a separate, smaller two-storied building to her left, and straight ahead, the larger, 'main house' of the Quarter-styled apartment. 

"Hi, Sami?" the stunning brunette said with a smile and outstretched hand in greeting when she emerged from the main structure, "glad you made it; how 'bout we go to the studio and sit down and talk...oh good, I see you brought your portfolio. Great."

Damn, but she has a beautiful smile, was the first thing Sami thought when she saw Lynn; that, and how good she looked in those shorts and tee shirt. I am such a fucking slut, Sami said to herself after that last thought popped into her head.

"Make yourself comfortable, enjoy your coffee and give me a few minutes to look through your portfolio, okay, sweetie?" Lynn asked as she handed Sami her mug of coffee, fixed by Lynn to Sami's request.

Sami let her eyes explore the hodge-podge office/studio/storage room they were in, as she sipped her mug of delicious coffee; but, her eyes always traveled back to take in Lynn's countenance. Damn but she's good looking, Sami repeatedly thought when her eyes fell upon Lynn.

"You really photograph well, Sami," Lynn said, breaking the silence, "and I assume you do realize that I'm requiring full nudity, right?"

"I do," Sami said with a smile to Lynn, "it's not a problem for me, Lynn; I'm very comfortable with my body."

Looking between the portfolio and back to Sami across the desk, Lynn appeared to be weighing something in her mind.

"How much time have you got today?" Lynn asked with a questioning look to Sami.

"I'm off tonight at my waitressing job and a late class tomorrow morning, so I have all the time in the world, why?" Sami answered.

"I'd like to burn a few images of you but the studio is not quite set up for it; so I was thinking about running us out to the big house and using the studio there, if you're up for it, of course, and of course, I'll pay you for it." Lynn explained.

Explaining that she used public transportation, her only concern was being able to get back to school.

"Don't worry about it, Sami; I'll bring you back to school, and we can pass by the building where the gallery will be." Lynn replied.

On the drive over in Lynn's BMW roadster, Lynn told Sami of the forthcoming opening of her, and her partner's, gallery. Sami wasn't sure if the use of the word partner indicated something other than a business relationship, but she didn't question or ask for clarification.

Driving through the gates of the big house, as Lynn called it, Sami was taken in by the elegance of the historic structure and the grounds, the beauty of it all, almost taking her breath away.

"This is gorgeous, Lynn," Sami said as Lynn shut off her car.

"Thanks, but this belongs to my girlfriend, and I agree with you," Lynn answered. 

Okay then, no clarification needed now, thought Sami.

Her girlfriend walked out of a side door, to the portico, and Sami was dumbstruck by her beauty as well, causing her to wonder what their kids would look like if it were possible.

"Alice, this is Sami; Sami, Alice," Lynn said in introduction when Ali had joined them next to Lynn's car.

They shared pleasantries while Lynn explained about wanting to do some shots of Sami in the studio space, above the carriage house.

"Let me move my easel out of your way Lynn, and you two can have the studio, okay?" Alice said as she led the way up the stairs of the carriage house.

Her easel moved, Alice told them to take their time but, if they were interested, she'd have a pitcher of rum-punch ready after they've finished.

"Works for me," Lynn and Sami said at the same time, causing all three of them to stare open-mouthed before breaking into laughter.

"Our kind of girl, Lynn," Ali said, still laughing, "She understands what's important in this world," which brought smiles to all of them.

After Alice waved goodbye, Lynn pointed Sami to a small bathroom that was also used as a changing room.

"There's a wrap hanging on a hook that you can use, if you care to; I'll just be a minute or two while I set up my lights and drape," Lynn said.

Lynn was just finishing her tasks when Sami emerged from the changing room, without the wrap, her long, lithe figure, a sight to behold. Damn, Lynn thought when she looked at Sami; this chickadee is a hot little number.

Sami was a natural, following Lynn's directions effortlessly as Lynn circled Sami's body shooting off shot after shot of Sami in different poses. Sami was becoming aroused by the sensuality of it all, incredibly turned on.

"Okay Sami, that'll do it for now," Lynn said, "get dressed while I transfer these to a flash drive, and we'll go sip Ms. Ali's punch, okay?"

Sami controlled her horny motor, for now at least, but damn, she was turned on by the thirty minutes of posing for Lynn. Sami was having trouble understanding all of this but she knew that she was hot and horny.

"You mind if we punch these up on the computer so that Ali can see?" Lynn asked Sami, "she's an artist and I always like her perspective."

"Fine with me, Lynn, and by the way, Alice? You make a hell of a rum-punch, lady," Sami said with a smile to Alice.

"Thank you missy, and please, call me Ali; Lynn's called me that so much that I'm use to it now."

The three of them hovered over Lynn's computer in the large office/library while the flash-drive kicked the images onto the screen.

"Wow," Alice was the first to say, "Lynn, these are very good," and looking over her shoulder to Sami, she said, "you're hot, young lady; you look incredibly good without clothes," meaning it as a compliment, of course.

Turning to look to Sami, over her shoulder, Lynn asked, "How 'bout it, Sami? Want the job?"

"Yes, I do," Sami said quickly.

They worked out a schedule, one that would be heavy for the next few weeks; Lynn and Ali explained about the impending gallery opening and that Lynn wanted this series to be part of the show.

Finding time around her classes and work schedule, they sealed the deal with one last rum-punch. Waving goodbye from the portico, Lynn and Sami backed into the street and zoomed off, heading towards Canal Street.

Sami and Lynn chatted comfortably with each other, both thinking how comfortable each was with the other; almost as if they had known each other for years. For her part, though, Sami kept stealing glances of Lynn while she drove, the sight making her a bit warm between her legs.

Standing at the curb as Lynn drove off, Sami waved goodbye and then turned to enter her dorm. Taking the stairs two at a time, Sami was on a mission to get back to her room, to get naked, and to get herself off.

Just as she unlocked her door, she heard Sondra's voice call from the stairwell. 

"Hey Sami, I was just coming by to see if you wanted, you know, to hang out for a bit," Sondra said when she caught up to Sami at her door.

Since that late Saturday night a few weeks ago, Sondra had become a regular student at Sami's School of Sapphic Satisfaction; a very willing and hands-on student, at that.

Taking Sondra by her hand and pulling her into her room with her, Sami closed and locked the door, turned, and wrapped her lips around Sondra's.

"Get naked, baby, and get ready for the fucking of your life," Sami commanded as she quickly ripped her clothes from her own body.

When she left Sami's room two hours later, it would be fair to say that Sondra's glazed eyes, smile and disheveled appearance indicated that she had, indeed, just had the fucking of her young life.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 24



The anniversary of Bonnie's death came upon Sami very quickly, and that day, she spent it alone, walking the campus with her camera, shooting tons of film to keep herself busy, and, to keep the demons at bay.

Her insides were absolutely crawling with nervousness, sadness, lonesomeness, and aching with hurt that day. Returning to her suite, she ignored the knocks that disturbed her self-imposed solitude, not even bothering to look at the notes and crap that had been slipped through her door's mail slot.

Retrieving the bottle of Tequila that she had purchased a few days ago, Sami-girl got totally and blissfully drunk late that afternoon, her mind no longer able to deal with the sadness that she felt; and thankfully, she drank herself into a stupor, falling asleep early in the evening.

Falling asleep, or passing out; call it what you will, it brought Sami to where she needed to go.





A Girl Called Sami Ch. 24



That was when Charlene back-handed Sami, shocking them both back to reality. And that was when Sami balled up a fist and punched Charlene in the face, breaking Charlene's nose in too many places to count, resulting in a trip to the emergency room for Charlene.

Sami tried to drive Charlene to the ER but Charlene wanted no part of Sami, now, but Sami followed anyway, so terribly sorry about losing her temper. True, Charlene had started it, but Sami thought, I should have handled it better.

Trying to apologize to Charlene, she was greeted by a ranting, uncontrollable lunatic, not the Charlene that she had grown up loving and looking up to.

But it was the next day, when Charlene's family and Sami's family were trying to make sense of what had happened the night before that caused the rift between them. 

It was when Charlene screamed at Sami in front of the family, calling her a fucking lesbian slut, in front of her parents and Charlene's parents, that Sami and Charlene stopped speaking to each other.

For how long, though, nobody could say.



A Girl Called Sami Ch. 25



Plugging in her ear-buds, Sami reached over to Lynn's hand with her own and squeezed it tenderly, which drew a smile from Lynn.

They were taxiing and about to take off from LAX for the final leg of their flight to Maui. Sami's insides was aflutter with excitement for this trip; hell, except for moving to New Orleans for college, the furthest that Sami had ever been from her home near Jackson, was to Birmingham, so yes, Sami was excited by the trip.

Feeling the big jet lift from the runway, Sami's eyes took in the blue waters of the Pacific, while her ears heard the earthy tones of Etta James, singing only as Etta could do. Looking to Lynn as she leaned back in her first-class seat, Sami's thoughts returned to the other thing that had her stomach aflutter.

The awfulness of the scene with Charlene, and her being 'outed' by the girl she once loved like a sister.

That New Year's Day, after Charlene had screamed Sami's lesbianism to the family, Sami had run up the stairs, slamming her door and throwing herself onto her bed, her hands shaking with the urge to strangle that bitch, Charlene.

Oh sure, Sami could've fired right back, dropping Charlene into the grease as well, but for once in her life, Sami chose not to do that; was it because at the bottom of it all, she still had deep feelings for Charlene? Sami didn't know that, but she did know that it this case, turnabout wasn't fair play.

Sami heard the car door slam shut, and heard Charlene drive off, spinning her wheels and trying to throw gravel at Sami's new car. Thankfully, she missed. Sami heard the muffled conversation, downstairs, between her parents, and Charlene's parents, finally pulling a pillow over her head and ears.

The winter sun was setting when the soft knock at her door awakened Sami; automatically, Sami said, "Come in," and was greeted by the sight of her dad, a small smile on his face.

Sami felt the heat rush to her face in embarrassment and shame, turning her face from her pops.

"Mom fixed you a plate of supper and has it in the fridge, baby, you know, if you're hungry," Sami's dad said as he sat on the corner of Sami's bed.

"Thanks, pops, but I'm not feeling very hungry right now, okay? Maybe later," Sami replied.

The silence was deafening in Sami's childhood room.

"Sami, just so that you know, about what's going on between you and your cousin; well, mom and I just want you to know that nothing will ever change the fact that you're our babygirl, and that we love you as you are, for who you are," Sami's pops said.

"And just so that you know," Sami's dad continued, "your cousin's accusations in front of us wasn't right; it wasn't right to do that, to embarrass you like that, and its not like she told us something that we hadn't already sorta figured out for ourselves," he said, patting Sami on her leg, gently, fatherly, his touch, a tonic for Sami's troubled soul.

Turning her head to face her pops, with her mouth open, in shock? Sami just stared at him, wanting to say something but her mouth just not working at the moment.

Smiling, Sami's dad pulled his babygirl to his body, his long, farmer-muscled arms wrapping around her, protectively, his voice trying to soothe her crying.

"Sami, you're just too pretty of a woman not to have beaus lined up clear back to Memphis; when you avoided dating in high school and at college, well sugar, your mom and me might be country, but we've still got a few brain cells between us," chuckling a bit while his hand patted and smoothed Sami-girl's blonde tresses.

Sniffling, but still keeping her head against her pops' chest, Sami said, "And you and mom, ya'll are okay with that?"

"We're okay with you, Sami-girl, we're okay with you; and if that's who you are, then, yes, we're okay with 'that', as you say," planting a soft kiss to his babygirl's head, afterwards.

They held on to each other for a while, neither talking, both letting the moment go where it will.

"Hungry, munchkin?" Sami's dad finally asked, breaking the silence.

"I could eat," Sami admitted.

"Yeah, you always could do that," Pops jokingly said and giving Sami a good-natured shove afterwards.

"Yeah, well, it's all that slave labor you had me do as a kid," Sami teased back, pushing back at her pops.

Hearing them walking down the stairs, Sami's mom walked in from the porch, and without a word, hugged her beautiful, golden-haired daughter, closing her eyes and thanking the good Lord that they had Sami in their lives.

Despite the horrible end of the old year with Charlene, it was an outstanding way to start a New Year.

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Sami absolutely fell in love with Hawaii and had she been able to, she would have pressed the rewind button on her life to the beginning of their trip so that it would never end.

She got her very first taste of 'Maui Wowie' through Lynn's friend, Pete, and knew, instinctively, that all other weed would forever pale in comparison. She and Lynn played golf, played with a couple of local college students, and of course, played with each other, neither tiring of bedding the other.

For Sami, however, one of the most touching evenings of the whole trip was the evening she and Lynn spent with the two ladies, life-partners, who lived up the road from their rented condo.

As Sami played with their dog and listened to the conversation, her heart ached for what she felt 'might' have been the future for her and Bonnie, had the fates dictated otherwise than what had happened on that horrible night that she lost Bonnie.

As much as she loved Lynn and Ali, she knew that they would, one day, be that couple, not she and they; and she knew that to think otherwise would be setting herself up for the heartbreak of all heartbreaks.

But for however long it would last, she could not deny the love in her heart for her two girls.

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Sami had to pinch herself, at times, to check if she was really awake, and to see if all of this good fortune had, indeed, really happened to her.

By the time she left her two loves in Hawaii and had returned to the City, she had become an officer of their corporation, had been given the green light to pursue her website idea, and had been offered Ali's French Quarter apartment to rent, for her own space.

The girls' friend, Sharon, wasn't exactly moving with speed in her search of an apartment for Sami; oh, Sharon had taken Sami on several 'look-sees' at places, but none of them met the criteria of Sami.

After the third or fourth such outing, Sami realized that Sharon was more about trying to get into Sami's pants than she was about finding Sami a place to live. Not that Sharon wasn't a 'bedable' commodity; she was good-looking, had a great body, and as sexed-up as any woman Sami had been around. Bitch was constantly horny, Sami thought, and seemingly always on the prowl for cock or pussy; Sharon was an equal opportunity slut, for damn sure, Sami had figured out.

But, for whatever reason, Sami wasn't attracted to Sharon as a sex partner and fended off Sharon's sexual advances, successfully.

Sami's sex life wasn't suffering, though, not at all. 

There was Gina, an assistant to Ali's lawyer who was ready to drop her panties for Sami at anytime, and seemingly enjoyed being Sami's bitch whenever they were together.

Casey and Sami continued to see each other from time to time, their outings more like a real 'date' than simply a booty call. They enjoyed doing things together, outside of bed, and while Sami's bed was always where they ended their outings, it wasn't the main focus of their relationship, strange as that might seem.

Nikki had left New Orleans after Sami's last fall semester, taking a position with UCLA as a department head. She and Sami's last hook-up was a sweat-inducing fuck-fest that went on into the early morning hours and, indeed, left them with good memories of each other.

Su and Sami saw each other a couple of times a month and without the pretense of having a date; no, their liaisons was simply because they liked fucking each other, and no pretense was needed for that.

And, though not wise, Sami would occasionally bed one of the older, rich and bored clients of their gallery. Those that let Sami know that they fancied a romp in the hay with her, and to whom Sami was attracted, sexually, would usually be rewarded with a fucking of the century; not all, of course, but some, to be sure.

Sami, Lynn and Ali continued loving each other, of course, sometimes as a threesome, and sometimes, not; Sami was always ready to get into bed with either Lynn or Ali as a partner, and unbelievably, none of the three of them had problems with the one on one flings that Sami would have with one or the other..

Lynn and Ali loved Sami deeply but they also encouraged her to spread her wings as a young, single Sapphic Soul and date. The three of them knew that what they had would always be, no matter who Sami dated or fucked.

Sami did notice, however, after the three of them had returned from Hawaii, that Lynn and Ali seemed conflicted at times about the plans they had discussed concerning a gallery site in Hawaii. Indeed, they, Lynn and Ali, vacillated about decisions that Sami thought the three of them had agreed to, and that troubled Sami-girl, it surely did.

On a weekend getaway for the three of them, ideas were tossed about, agreed on, then rescinded, and then put back on the table. By the end of that getaway, Sami wasn't quite sure what had been decided or tossed out of the idea basket.

Sami wasn't quite sure where their heads were these days but she thought it best that she find out.

One thing that had been agreed to on that trip, however, was that Sami would model for Lynn's Lesbian Erotica series that she wanted to shoot, using Sami and another model.

Ramona, a tall Afro woman of incredible beauty, was Sami's partner for the shoots. From day one, it was all she could do to keep her desires in check with Ramona. Their chemistry was sizzling hot; the camera saw it, Lynn saw it, and Sami felt it, as did Ramona, it turned out.

On the last night of the final shooting for the series, she and Ramona gave in to the lust that had been steadily building throughout the project. As incredible as that night of lovemaking had been for them both, it turned out to be only the beginning of the steamy, torrid relationship that they formed.

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"Baby? Is that you?" Ramona's voice called down when she heard the front door of Sami's apartment close.

"Yeah, sweetie, it's just me," Sami called back, then heading for the fridge to grab a beer, calling back to Ramona and asking if she wanted one, as well.

"Yep, give me a second, and I'll be right down to join you," Ramona cheerfully replied.

Sami took a long pull at her beer, savoring its coldness as it ran down her throat, then laid her head on the back of the couch, closing her eyes in relaxation. She smelled Ramona's scent before she felt her luscious lips on her own.

"Mmmm," Ramona purred after she had kissed Sami, "I just love those lips of yours, girl," smiling at Sami who had opened her eyes, and smiled back.

"Which ones? The ones on my face or the ones between my legs?" Sami jokingly asked her lover.

"Both of them, silly girl, both of them, of course," Ramona joked back as she settled onto the couch against Sami's body, putting a hand to pull Sami's head to lie on her shoulder.

Stroking Sami's face and hair slowly and softly with her fingertips, she leaned in and kissed Sami again, this time, a little hotter, and a little longer.

"Missed you, baby," Ramona said as she hugged Sami to her body.

Ramona still lived with her roommate, at her own apartment, except on the weekends; on the weekends, Ramona came to Sami's place, Sami having given her a key, a few weeks back.

She would move in with Sami in a fucking heartbeat if Sami ever asked her to, of that, she had no doubt. Ramona was ready to jump into a full blown couple's relationship with this white girl, her white girl, but she knew Sami well enough not to push that agenda. No, Ramona thought, she wouldn't push it, but she surely would work towards it with Sami.

"Sondra called a little while ago, by the way," Ramona said to Sami.

"Booty call, I'd bet," Sami replied.

"And you'd be right," Ramona confirmed with a chuckle.

A couple of weeks ago, on a whim and because they were both stoned, Sami and Ramona had been talking about threesomes; the more they talked about it, the more they became turned on by the thought. Picking up her cell, Sami had called Sondra and asked her if she'd like to come over to party with her and Ramona.

"I'll be waiting out in front of the dorm," was Sondra's reply, after asking Sami what time she'd pick her up.

Sondra didn't even blink when she saw that Ramona was a black girl, and got into the threesome scene in a most willing manner, and that was the good news about that event. The bad news was that she called almost weekly, asking for a repeat visit with them, almost, it seemed, to the point of an obsession.

Sami and Ramona did have her back in their bed a couple of times, much to everyone's satisfaction.

"So, do you want to call her to come over?" Ramona asked while she busied herself with nibbling on Sami's ear.

"No, I'd just as soon it'd be just you and me tonight, baby," Sami replied, "but, tomorrow, I've got a meeting with Ali and Lynn, and fair warning, it might be all day."

"That's okay, I brought my laptop and books, so I'll be able to keep busy," Ramona replied as she slowly started unbuttoning Sami's blouse. Peeling Sami's blouse aside, she dropped her mouth to suck Sami's breasts, fondling and feeling her up as she did so.

"Baby, I'd like to hit the shower," Sami to Ramona but enjoying what Ramona was doing to her titties.

"We will, baby, and maybe later, we might even eat something," Ramona replied as she lifted Sami's skirt high and gathered it around Sami's hips.

"Looks like you're about to eat something now," Sami said as Ramona got on her knees and positioned herself between Sami's now-spread legs.

"Just an appetizer, baby, just an appetizer," Ramona smilingly said before pulling Sami's panties from her body, then dropping her head to get a taste of her Mississippi blonde.

Laying her head on the back of the couch and closing her eyes, Sami ran her fingers through Ramona's hair and allowed Ramona's mouth and tongue to steal the tension from her body and soul.

And these days, with what was going on with Lynn and Ali, there was plenty of tension in Sami-girl's life.

This would be the third meeting since Ali and Lynn started making noises about moving to Maui, talking this nonsense about the pressures of the business, and of how the City had changed so much since Katrina.

Sami took it all in, saying little, biding her time to say what she wanted to say, and today, she thought as she drove into Ali's driveway at the big house, today would be that day.

She loved her girls, did Sami, loved them dearly but today, she was ready to bitch-slap them both, if that's what it was going to take to knock some sense back into their cute, adorable heads...

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"No."

"No?"

"No!" Sami reaffirmed, her voice a bit stronger, now.

"What do you mean, no?" Ali asked, her voice speaking for both her and Lynn.

"I mean, nyet, nada, zilch, nil, uh-uh, or however you take the meaning of the word," Sami said as she stood, walked to the sideboard and poured herself a half-tumbler of Scotch, but not asking the girls if they wanted anything to drink.

Returning to her seat at the dining room table, Sami took a long pull at her Scotch, grimacing a bit as the liquor slid down her throat, and closing her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts.

Lynn and Ali, a bit dumbstruck, simply stared at Sami, waiting for her to say more.

"Okay, you two have spent the last three hours whining and bitching about how the 'pressures' of the gallery are too much for you to handle; ya'll have spent the last three hours boo-hooing at the state of things in the City since Katrina, and of how it's just 'too much' for ya'll to deal with; I've listened, and now, you will listen to me, okay?"

Silently, Lynn and Ali simply nodded their heads, their eyes on Sami, now.

"Do we have agreement that the gallery is doing well, that the gallery is an unqualified success much sooner than ya'll anticipated when you opened it?" Sami asked her two partners.

"Yes," was Ali's terse answer.

"Do we have agreement that the website has been a roaring success, and that the stream of income is much stronger than any of us had thought when I got it running?" Sami asked further.

"Yes," was Lynn's contribution to the one-sided conversation.

"Then, can we assume that the two of you are satisfied with the way I'm running things at the gallery, and at the website?" Sami said further, establishing the basis of what was yet to come from her, in way of argument.

"Of course Sami, of course; Lynn and I know that you've taken over in a most admirable manner and are doing a great job; there's no argument about that," Ali said, once again speaking for her and Lynn.

"Then, why in the hell are you two fucking bailing out?" Sami threw at them, "why are you two wusses jumping ship?" Sami tossed onto the table.

"Look, I 'get' that you want to run away and spend the rest of your lives in the Islands; hey, I get that," Sami said, "but, to abandon the City forever, to toss your dreams and hopes away because of 'pressure'? What pressure, tell me, what fucking pressure?" Sami said, verbally slapping them both.

"Sami," Lynn said, "It's more because since Ali and I have been together, since we started down the road to opening the gallery, we've had so little time to do our art, and with our responsibilities, we have even less."

"So, who's stopping you, Lynn? Ali?" Sami countered, "I've got the gallery under control; I've got the website under control; I've got the staff under control, and you must think I do, otherwise, you wouldn't be thinking about living in the Islands and letting me continue to run things, right?"

"Go to the Islands, buy a vacation home in the Islands, hell, spend a year in the Islands to get your shit together, if that's what you have to do," Sami continued with a bit of anger at these two.

"But, to toss your family's home into the trash pile, to abandon this City forever? Sorry, that I don't get, Ali," Sami spat out with a bit of distaste.

"Ali, you, of all people, to even think about abandoning the City forever, that I don't get at all; your family is part of the bedrock of this City, and yeah, I know that the City has changed since K, but Damnit girl, haven't you guys felt the new vibe in this City? I'm not a native, and I can feel the new energy, the new vibe from those who have chosen to return, to make it better than it was before K," Sami said further, then pausing to gather her thoughts a bit more.

"If the people who really know what a grand place New Orleans has been in the past bail out, then who will return it to that wonderful City that it has been?" Sami asked, rhetorically, "Who will ensure that it becomes so, again? Bail out and the very things that you want least will certainly happen, of that, there can be no doubt."

"More than anything, the City needs the people who love it to take care of it, to make sure that the thugs and gangsters don't bury it; look around, you guys, look at the young and dynamic Joes and Janes who have chosen to return, to recapture the city from the assholes that would destroy it; I can't believe you guys would just turn your back on it, now, now when the future needs care-taking more then ever."

"Sami..." Ali started to say but was cut short by Sami.




A Girl Called Sami Ch. 25



"I'm not finished," Sami said to Ali, which stopped Ali's words.

"Look, if I'd had my way, those Navy Seal teams would've stayed and gone hunting; killing those mother-fuckers who would destroy the City, wiping them all out, cleaning house forever; but, that didn't happen and we have to deal with it, we have to make sure 'they' don't return the City to the gangland that it was, before Katrina, and if people like you two turn tail and run, then shut off the lights as you leave town, because then 'they' will win," Sami expounded with vehemence.

"Go to the Islands, buy your home there, spend a year's sabbatical there; regroup, rethink your paths, do whatever you have to do, but don't fucking tell me that you're bailing out because if you do, you'll have to find somebody else to clean up behind you; I won't do it," those words a shock to both Lynn and Ali.

"I hitched my wagon to yours," Sami said, looking at both the girls with fire in her eyes, "and I didn't do that just so that you could abandon your dreams and desires, and leave it all behind; either we're partners in this thing, or we're not, and if we are, then we're in it all the way, or not at all."

Lynn opened her mouth to say something, but shut it again as if rethinking what she was going to say.

"And, one more thing; the idea of a shop in Maui? It's a good idea, an idea that will work and make us all a lot of money. You don't want to deal with it right now, okay, I get that too, but let me handle it, let me worry about it, 'down the road', but don't toss it to the curb; I will make it happen, in its own time, so let me deal with it, when the time is right," Sami said further, her insides shaking with the emotions that were churning within her.

"I'll watch over the big house while you two go back to the Islands; I'll alternate between the Quarters and the big house, I don't care, I will handle it, but turn tail and run? Then I'm fucking out of here, and forever." Sami finally concluded, drained from her tirade to these two women that she loved so much.

Silence filled the room now, silence and the tears that were forming in their eyes, forming in the eyes of all three of these women.

"Sami," Ali said first, "Sami, do you really understand our need, mine and Lynn's, to establish who, and what, we are to each other? Do you really understand that, as much as anything, we need to do our art..." Ali's voice trailing off to silence, not quite sure, herself, of what she was trying to say.

"Of course, I get it, Ali; that's what I've just said. Take some time off, go live in the Islands, but don't dump your trash on me just because I can handle it. If you two don't care, if this is nothing but a folly for you both, then I don't need that in my life and I'll move on," Sami answered, her voice shaking with emotion, her eyes spilling her tears onto her cheeks.

Silence once again filled the room; the three of them looking to each other with love, of that there could be no doubt to even the most casual of observers.

"We don't want to lose you Sami, not to the gallery, and most importantly, not to our lives," Lynn finally said, sniffing back tears as she said it, "you've become so much a part of our lives now, and we love you too much to lose you."

Ali simply nodded in agreement with Lynn's words.

"You'll really care-take the house, for a while?" Ali asked Sami as she reached with both of her hands to grasp Lynn and Sami's hands.

"As long as I need to, but only if I have your word that you'll return every few months or so, either of you, or the both of you, and that you won't abandon the dream," Sami said, squeezing Ali's hand in return.

Standing, Lynn went to the sideboard and poured Scotch for her and Ali into a couple of tumblers, returning to the table to refill Sami's now-empty glass, as well. Raising her glass to her two loves, Sami said, "I'll drink to it, if you will."

Raising their glasses to each other, the three of them saluted each other and drank a toast to themselves.

Putting down their tumblers, the three of them hugged each other as their tears finally gave way to the cries that had been building inside of their souls.

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After a couple of hours more, they hammered out a plan to accommodate Sami's demands and one that would also work for Lynn and Ali. Kissing them both, Sami returned to her apartment and, to Ramona, who had been studying for her spring finals while waiting for Sami to return.

"I was starting to worry a bit, baby," Ramona said when Sami walked into the apartment.

Silently, Sami took Ramona's hand, lifting her from the couch where she had been studying, and pulled her up the stairs, gently, but pulling her, nevertheless.

Sami was a woman possessed and Ramona was to reap the benefits.

Sami had Ramona and herself naked in a nano-second, and lustfully, almost savagely, she made love to Ramona with an intensity that Ramona had not seen before. But afterwards, after that first orgasm was out of the way, Sami and Ramona's love-making became tender, sensuous, but tinged with a hunger.

Lying on top of the sheets of her bed, Sami stared down at the sleeping form of her Nubian Princess, smiling at the sight of her beautiful body, still slightly damp from the sweat of good sex.

Quietly, Sami stole from her bed, grabbed a short wrap and silently padded downstairs. Finding her bag on the counter, Sami retrieved the half-joint that she had stashed and her cell phone; she quietly opened the door and sat at the patio table in the courtyard of the apartment, the fragrance from the Magnolias and Hibiscus wafting in the air.

Sami mouthed the joint, lit it, and sat back to enjoy the cool night air of Spring, finding comfort from the soft glow of the muted city lights that reflected off of the low-hanging clouds. The air was still, the stillness that presents itself, just before a thunderstorm; the sounds of the Quarters were faint, almost non-existent at this time of the morning.

Picking up her cell phone, she took the last hit from her doobie, swallowing the roach afterwards. She had left the phone off during her meeting with the girls, and needed to check it for messages.

Turning her phone on, and checking her call log, her latest call was from a number that she didn't recognize, and she had a text message waiting for her, from the unrecognized number. Punching up her messages, she opened the text;

Sami, please call me at new number. We need to talk. Charlene

Sami stared at the message for quite a while, as her mind filtered options. Letting out a breath, Sami punched in the number...

"Charlene, its Sami..."

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Author's note

To my faithful and loyal readers who have stayed with me and 'the girls' through this trilogy, saying thanks is not nearly enough, but it's what I have, so, Thank you, from the bottom of our hearts, and the depths of our soul.

I'm going to take a bit of a break for a while and recharge the batteries of my own soul and spirit; but know that my thoughts will include all of you, and you know who you are, lol.

Peace and love, children; we're all that we have, and we need to care for each other.