44 comments/ 43690 views/ 18 favorites Play It Again Sam By: DeYaKen Author's note: There is no explicit sex in this story. No bitches are burned or even lightly singed. If that's what you are looking for please look elsewhere. They were already at the table. John and Alex were talking about the afternoon's football matches. John's wife, Roz looked bored. Alex was between wives as he liked to put it. Roz looked up at Sam. "Are you out on the pull with Alex tonight?" The look on Sam's face told her the answer was no. "I think you should. It does no good to mope around at home all the time. You need to get out, get back into the swing of things. Not all girls are like Angie you know." But that was just it. He wanted a girl like Angie, hell he wanted Angie herself, but the mention of her name brought it all back. The night she came home and made that shocking admission. The presentation had gone so well, she and her boss went out to celebrate, she'd got very drunk and they had ended up in bed together. She'd been full of remorse, but Sam had been unable to get past it and now he was alone. An old man walked over to the table and started to engage them in conversation. " I'm doing some research he said and I need peoples opinion. If you could have one day of your life to live over again, when would it be? Now there are some rules you cannot gain financially and you cannot tell anyone about things that you know will happen." "Easy!" said John "the day spurs won the cup in 1991 my dad took me to the match, Fantastic day" Roz frowned at John before offering her choice. "Our wedding day. It was the best day of my life" Alex just shrugged. "What about you sir?" the man said to Sam." You look like you have a day in mind" "7th August 2013." The old man reached out and touched Sam's arm. ***** He woke alone as expected, but the bed beside him was warm. He picked up his phone to check the time. 6.30 am 7/8/2013. Angie came out of the bathroom wearing just bra and pants. "Hello sleepy head. Sorry about the early start, it's a big day today. If my presentation is well received it could lead to a promotion." Sam put his hands under her arms onto her breasts and pulled her backwards onto the bed. "Let Sally do it. Call in sick and stay here with me." "No!" she said pulling his hands off. "I'm not letting her take the credit for my work. What's got into you today? Are you jealous because I might start earning more than you?" "No it's nothing like that. I just have the feeling that if you go today, things will never be the same between us again." "Too right they won't. I'll be earning a lot more money." Things continued in the same vein until Angie stormed out and slammed the door. Sam sat with his head in his hands and the old man appeared beside him. "I'm sorry." He said. " "I said you could live it again, I never said anything would change." "You bastard," shouted Sam, just before he heard her key in the lock. ***** Sam went to the bar to fetch a round of drinks and Roz took the opportunity to pump Angie for information. "So what happened last year. Sam won't say anything, he just walks around looking like the cat that got the cream. I know you quit your job and went to work for Jenkins Bough. I thought he might be a bit pissed, after all you must be on a hell of a salary now." "Huh, you sound like my ex-boss Phil. He said Sam wouldn't like me being the main breadwinner. But you're both wrong, he's very proud of me, and I'm very proud of him." "Well I can see that now, but you still haven't told me what brought about the changes." "Well it was Phil and I. We always had this kind of innocent flirting between us. Well at least that was what I thought it was. I mean he was married, I was married, how could it be anything else? I see now that he didn't think that way. There were little digs at Sam, that I hadn't noticed were having an effect on me. He'd promised me a promotion from team leader to project manager and my presenting my research paper at the conference would be pivotal. He also kept warning me that Sam might not be able to take me earning more money." " On the morning of the conference Sam didn't want me to go. He kept trying to put things in the way and I kept thinking about what Phil had said. I more or less accused him of resenting my success. By the time I left we were yelling at each other. Well I was yelling at him." "I got five minutes down the road and realised I'd left the train tickets on my dressing table. I had to go back for them. When I got to the front door I heard Sam shouting at someone, but when I opened the door their was no one else there." "I told him not to get any ideas, that I had just come back for the tickets. That's when he took me completely by surprise. "You don't need tickets, I'll drive you there. I'm not going to miss out on my girl's big day." "I swear to you Roz, I didn't realise I was doing it but I found myself trying to put him off. I asked what about work and he said he'd call in sick. I told him that I would only have a single room but he said he'd change the booking or book us into another hotel. Then suddenly it dawned on me. My husband wanted to be there to share the biggest day of my career, many women would give their eye teeth for that." We got to the hotel that was the conference venue and I looped my arm through his and we walked in. It felt so good to have him there." "When Phil saw Sam he was furious. He told me the company wouldn't pay for our room, then he barely spoke to me for the whole conference. It turned out that he'd got a whole seduction scene arranged, dinner at Browns, then a club and back to our adjoining rooms for god's sake. I was really embarrassed. When I thought of what Phil had planned, it made my blood run cold. I'd like to think it wouldn't have worked, but who can really be sure. I mean mix a bit of euphoria with a friend and alcohol and who knows what might happen." " I knew if I'd figured it out Sam would have also. I tried to tell him that I knew nothing about it, but he just told me to get on with what I had to do. He was so calm, it was like he knew what was going to happen before I did. Sam managed to get in to see my presentation and seeing him in the audience gave me such a lift. We had a whale of a time that night and when I finished the Q&A session the next day, three companies asked if I was looking for a job." "As I waited for Sam to pay the bill, Phil came up and told me I could forget about the promotion. I gave his face such a slap that it hurt my hand. I gave my notice on Monday morning." The two women looked at the bar where Sam was putting the drinks on a tray. He was pointing at an old man sitting in the corner. The barman nodded and took the money. When Sam returned to the table and was giving everyone their drinks Angie saw the barman take a pint of beer over to the old man. They exchanged a few words and the barman pointed to Sam. Before he sat down Sam turned to look at the old man and raised his glass to him. The old man returned the gesture and Sam sat down. "Who is that?" Angie asked him. "That is a man who did us both an enormous favour. –Now what are we going to do to celebrate?" "What are we celebrating?" "Today, my darling, your husband was offered, both another job, and a huge promotion. It seems that I display incredible insight when it comes to the market place. Whichever I choose to take, one thing is certain, money worries are a thing of the past." "By the way your ex-boss Phil dropped by our firm today. It seems that he's looking for a job. When I mentioned that I knew him they asked what I thought." "What did you tell them?" "I told them that whether they hired him or not should depend on how much they liked fighting sexual harassment charges. You know, I think he's still got the mark from that slap." Play It Again Sam John and Samantha had been dating for some while. Sam was hopeful about how things might turn out - could John be Mr Right? They certainly had fun together. They both liked children and travel. They both had steady jobs and were keen on creative arts, he his music, she her photography. They each liked sports, he his football, she her... oh well, you can't have everything. But one niggly concern Sam did have was that there seemed to be a certain lack of raw passion. Yes, they had kissed. And petted. But no spontaneous displays of primal lust, and they had not actually made love as yet. But she was prepared to be patient - time would tell whether John wanted to take the relationship a step further.. or not. For Sam, it was a work in progress. A live band had been playing at their local pub, and John was walking Sam home after a great evening. They hurried on apace as the rain got harder, managing to reach Sam's apartment just as the shower turned into heavy downpour. They scrambled inside the front door and stood together, dripping wet, in the narrow hallway. Sam prrrrp'd a raindrop from the end of her nose. They both laughed. As Sam started to remove the hood of her raincoat, John quickly was upon her, as if to assist, but instead cradling her head and kissing her quite hard and full on the lips. His kisses moved to the side of her neck. His hands moved to her shoulders, then her breasts, then her lower back, then her bottom, all the time caressing her through the material of her macintosh. The tails of the coat rode upwards, and with it her dress. His hands slid inside her panties and tugged them downwards. Sam was, of course, delighted by this sudden sexual advance, and felt disinclined to suggest they move the action to the bedroom, for fear of losing the moment - she didn't want to stop a speeding racecar just because it was not on the best track. And so it happened. She wriggled out of her panties, facilitating the opening of legs and invitation of entry. John unfastened his belt, unzipped, and pulled boxers away from an urgent-looking erection, enabling him to obey the green light and drive on in. And all the time he frantically rubbed himself against her and the drying-out expanses of open raincoat. It was all over very quickly. When his breathing had calmed, she spoke, softly and smiling. "Mmm, babes.. where did *that* come from?" "Sorry" he replied shyly, "You're so gorgeous and sexy.. I couldn't help myself.. I'm *so* sorry." "Don't be sorry, just caught me a little by surprise, is all. You have a little 'thing' about girls with wet bedraggled hair, then?" John smiled sheepishly. "No no, I don't know.. girls in raincoats I think.. something about you.. look so hot in that mac.." Sam remained quiet and attentive, her look eliciting more explanation. She enjoyed prolonging his obvious discomfort. He decided to play his way out of the embarrassing corner by going on the offensive. "What about you, Samantha? You must have some little 'thing' of your own, perhaps?" Sam chose to be coy. "Oh, I don't know.. love, romance.. being with the right person. Anyway, silly, girls don't have fetishes like boys do." But they do. And she did. But she was not telling. The following Saturday evening, John called round on his way home from football. They had a coffee and chatted. "Back in a sec" she said. But after some time, John heard Sam call from the bedroom. "Got a minute, John?" Sam had been busy. And not just with her photographic interests. She also had bought a rather cute blue lightweight shortie raincoat which she now wore, buttoned at the neck and tie-belted round the waist. It felt strange, though oddly stimulating, against her bare skin, and rustled alarmingly as she moved. Patent thigh boots, and nothing else, set off the ensemble. She was taking a chance that it would have the same effect as in the week, knowing that if it didn't, she was going to look and feel more than a little silly. She needn't have worried. The effect on John was no less dramatic than previously, and within seconds he was upon her anew with heavy caresses, passionate kisses, and "my darling Samantha.. my beautiful darling Samantha.." Sam eased backwards onto her bed, positioning herself to the best advantage - any position was going to be better than upright against a wall which was not one of her preferred scenarios. John grabbed handfuls of coat material and feverishly worked Samantha's naked body.. including her thighs, which parted with minimal resistance. Sam continued to try to adjust her own position - it was somehow important to her - while skillfully undressing her besotted suitor. The love making session was intense, but as with the experience in the hallway, rather short in duration. Sam was unperturbed. Feeling his glans swell while deep inside her moments before his climax and hearing her name called loud and clear, loaded with desire, were more than memorable moments she would be able to savour. They eventually kissed goodnight and John set off for home - he had a match early Sunday morning. Sam, in her wrap, returned to her bedroom. She powered down the equipment and collected up all the memory cards from the wardrobe mirror, ceiling light rose and headboard cams. In her makeshift studio she uploaded the raw video files, topped and tailed them, normalised and sync'd the audio from the bed mike and set about editing. Two hours later, she was ready to catalogue the final cut, filing it alongside earlier productions starring lovers past. She slept blissfully, looking forward to sharing a private Sunday morning with a meager selection of toys and a movie she could zoom, replay, pause, slo-mo, and generally relive the action, never tiring of the dialogue.. "my darling Samantha.. my beautiful darling Samantha.."