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True Love Ch. 02

By: cuckoldtony



I stroked myself slowly as I watched the Major giving it to my wife from behind.

"Give it to me Daddy," she moaned as he forced her face down over his desk, her big tits swinging around and slapping against the leather desk top. 

He tugged her tight skirt up over her big ass and roughly tore her French knickers down. He knew what she wanted all right and he was the man to give it to her. The old man was inside her before those damp silk panties had even hit the office floor.

"Move that big ass you sexy little bitch," the old man growled. "Come on fuck Daddy's cock you little whore!"

My wife obliged, grinding that sweet moon back onto his thick meaty cock, his huge belly riding up over the top as if he was just about to beach.

She'd certainly never fucked me that way and I had to slow the pace a little as I watched her. Loretta's eyes were glazed, her mouth hanging open, her head jerked loosely as the old man began to pump her hard. She was hanging onto his desk like it was the last train out of town on doomsday and I couldn't hold out any longer.

I gasped as I filled one of the tissues my wife had handed me not fifteen minutes earlier. I shot stream after stream, the best orgasm I'd ever had, all courtesy of some fat old man ploughing my unfaithful wife in his two bit office.

"You shot already?" Major Benson puffed, his heavy balls swinging between his fat hairy thighs as he upped the tempo. "Get it in her mouth kid she goes crazy for it when I'm fucking her."

I'd moved over to the desk before I'd realised what that meant and I was hard before my cock head even touched her ruby red lips. So she'd done this before. I wondered who the second player was in that doubles match and grunted as I felt her suck me down into her throat in one easy movement.

"That's it kid, now fuck her face hard!"

Like a good little boy I pulled out my piece and then thrust it back into her mouth, building up a nice steady rhythm that soon got hard and nasty. Don't get me wrong I wasn't angry with my wife - this was the most enjoyable afternoon I'd had since the days we spent by that quiet little lake way back when. I was enjoying the hell out of this situation and gave her mouth as good as her pussy was getting from the Major on the other side of the desk.

The old man's gut wobbled, the skin of his thighs slapping loudly against my wife's as he picked up the pace once more.

"Yeah that's it son," he growled. "Give it to her hard and fast, just the way she likes it."

The soaking wet squelches from her well stretched cunt grew louder and she moaned around my cock as her hips bucked violently. 

I guessed she was enjoying the ride.

"Here it comes now!" the old man grunted. "Come on boy ask me to do it, beg me to shoot inside your wife."

I stumbled over my words and I felt my cock twitch as my pumping quickened. "P..please sir," I panted, "please cum inside Loretta, cum inside my w...wife."

With that, the old man cried out and held himself tight against my wife's ass cheeks, holding her hips in an iron grip as he spilled his seed deep inside her. I just couldn't take any more and the second best orgasm I ever had hit me, a second huge load making my wife cough and splutter as it shot down her throat like a white bullet.

We were both panting like dogs, my wife in between moaning, limp and lifeless across the desk.

The Major laughed out loud and slapped my wife's ass hard as he pulled out of her well used hole. "Now that's how to fuck a woman boy," he wheezed as he reached for a cigar. 

I immediately reached for my lighter, the Major holding my shaking hand still as he took the first few sweet puffs on his long Cuban.

"Come back tomorrow. In the meantime I'll get one of my boys to develop those snaps and if they're any good you'll get a nice little bonus."

I stumbled towards the office door before he stopped me short. "Do yourself a favour and zip up those flies son," the old man chuckled as he turned back to my wife. Embarrassed I quickly zipped up, wincing as I nicked the flesh slightly on the way up.

There was a loud slap and a gasp from my wife as I opened the outer door.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned. 

I turned back for a moment and watched as the Major went to work on her ass, spanking her hard as she moaned and writhed on his desk.

"There's something else I didn't know about her," I thought to myself as I left, the outer door cutting off the sounds of her obvious enjoyment with a snap.

***

I didn't go back home. I couldn't see myself there anymore, not right now anyway. We were both doing our thing and enjoying it and I didn't want anything spoiling the fun so I headed over to my lonely office, picking up a bottle of bourbon along the way.

The light was fading fast when I got there. Fumbling for my keys, I caught my breath when I found the door to my office already unlocked. I pushed it open gently with one finger and quickly stood to one side behind the wall.

When nothing much happened I worked up the courage to poke my nose into my own business and straight away made out a figure sitting in my office chair. The whiff of perfume told me it was probably a woman, but you couldn't be too sure of that these days. Whoever it was took a drag on a cigarette, the sweet orange glow shining brighter for a few seconds before it danced back down to rest near my desk top.

"You gonna stand out there all night Chuck?"

I knew that voice, but what the hell was the Major's wife doing sat in my office?

"Make yourself at home Sally," I chuckled wryly as I closed the door gently and set the bourbon down on my desk.

Opening the top drawer of my filing cabinet I pulled out two greasy looking glasses and gave them a quick spit shine with my tie.

"You really know how to treat a girl don't you Chuck?" Her voice was loaded with sarcasm and I wondered if she'd meant more than she'd said.

I poured out two measures and handed her one, clicking on the desk lamp at the same time. The dim yellow light fell short of illuminating her face but what it did do was light up her massive milk jugs like they were the two prize exhibits in the mammary museum.

"Like what you see?" She laughed.

I couldn't tear my eyes away from them. Wrapped tightly in red satin, they were just about as big and as perfect as my wife's fleshy friends. Just what were the odds of two pairs of perfect double h cups in one day?

"They're the same size as Loretta's, almost exactly." She took another drag on her cigarette and I could feel her eyes on me as I started.

"You know my wife?"

"Of course I do dummy. We were childhood friends."

"Come on we've been married a year and she's never even mentioned you. Hell I've never spoken to you before and I would have noticed if you were at our wedding."

Sally laughed gently, "Chuck, Chuck, Chuck. There're a lot of things you don't know, a girl must have her secrets."

"And some," I let slip before I could stop myself.

"Yes, that's one of them. My husband has been banging your sweet wife since she was sixteen years old. We both have a liking for dirty old men, but I got him and she got you."

I sat down on the edge of the desk and poured myself another drink. Sally Benson still hadn't touched hers.  Instead she reached into her purse and took out a stuffed brown envelope.

"So what are you doing...?"

"What am I doing here?" She cut me short. "Here take a look."

With that she cast the contents of the envelope across my desk like dice on a craps table. I was looking at around twenty glossy back and whites taken that very afternoon. There we were on candid camera, Major Benson at one end, me at the other with my wife very much in the middle.

"How the hell...?" I started before she cut me short again.

"Now that's a secret," she smiled and began to unbutton her tight blouse.

I watched, hypnotised as she slowly undid the last few buttons and pulled her blouse open. A huge light brown lacy bra held those two perfect melons in a warm embrace. I felt my head moving towards her soft milky flesh involuntarily as she reeled me in like a fish.

"Good boy Chuck," she murmured as she stroked my hair.

I licked at sucked at her warm fragrant skin, burying my face in her huge cleavage. I felt the pop of the clip as she reached back and unhooked her bra and I was blissfully submerged in two beautiful mountains of flesh.

"Now unzip those pants Chuck, let's see your little man."

I did as I was told, suckling at her enormous breasts as I pulled out my stiff cock.

"Already hard I see," she purred. "Be a good boy and lie across the desk."

Reluctantly I withdrew my face from Nirvana and lay back over the desk, right across the evidence of this afternoon's craziness.

Sally moved around the desk in the darkness, her massive boobs swinging back into the light as she leant across me.

"Now lie back Chuck and enjoy. Mummy's going to give you a nice little treat."

I gasped as Sally took my cock in her hand and guided it between her heavy swaying breasts, then holding them tight around my pole she proceeded to jack me off, rubbing those beautifully soft tits up, down and around until she was driving me crazy.

"That's it Chuck, just let go." 

After a few minutes of heaven the wet sounds of my cock between her giant tits told her all she needed to know.

"Good boy Chuck, let go all over Mummy's nice big tits."

I gasped as my hips jerked and I began to pump the third huge load that day into her cleavage. She continued to pump my cock, squeezing the last few drops out, the squelching noise of her wet tit-flesh around my cock the most incredibly erotic sound I'd ever heard.

"Mmmm good boy," Sally purred as she dipped her finger into the cream and took a little taste. "Just how Mummy likes it."

I gasped and fell back across my desk, now I just wanted to sleep. No more talk just sleep. But Sally Benson had other ideas.

"Now to business," she said curtly, as she rejigged her bra and began to button up her blouse over her heaving chest.

I watched the wet patches spread across the red satin of her blouse as it came into contact with her cum wet flesh and the little man began to twitch again.

"Oh no you don't," she admonished. "Put that thing away, we need to talk about your half of the bargain."

I zipped back up slowly and struggled up into a sitting position, while trying and failing to rub a little life into my face. She'd reeled me in now here was the catch.

"I want you to continue working for my husband, nothing changes there you got me?"

I nodded.

"Good. You'll also be working for me but I ain't paying," I heard a slight smile in her voice, "well...not with money anyway."

I could see into my future and it contained two huge tits, an unfaithful wife and a rampant old pervert...things were looking up.

"That's right Chuck," Sally purred reading my mind. "Do good work for Mummy and you'll get lots of little treats."

Now her voice hardened, "But if you breathe a word to my husband about our little relationship you lose these," she pointed at her huge boobs, "you lose your afternoon entertainment and you lose your wife. Understand?"

I nodded dumbly.

"Good boy Chuck. Here's the address," she handed me a folded note. "Get over there tomorrow at eight pm and get snapping."

Mrs Benson picked up her purse, took her coat from the back of my chair and headed for the door.

"What am I photographing?" I asked genuinely puzzled.

Sally turned to me and laughed, "Oh you'll know it when you see it. Just make sure you get those pictures."

The door closed behind her, leaving me with just her cigarette smoke and perfume for company. I needed to get some sleep.

True Love Ch. 02



-5-

I love waking up without an alarm. The feeling of waking from a dreamless sleep with the sunshine trickling into a room and the birds chirping their morning song is peaceful. This morning was different than others though. This morning I could feel the gentle breath of Sam caressing my neck. The soft tickle of hair sent tingles through my chest. I managed to maneuver my way out from under my sleeping beauty without waking her. Seeing her dreaming peacefully was always a guilty pleasure of mine. Her lower lip would always hang open just slightly leaving a cute half smile on her face. The way her petite chest up and down slowly with her breath always calmed me for some reason. 

We had fallen asleep on top of the comforter so I took the one from her bed and layed it over her and tucked her in. The light from the window began to creep towards her face and so I closed the curtains just a little more. I decided to dress without a shower, as to not wake her with the noise, and just wear last nights scent on me instead. I put on a new pair of underwear and pants while deciding to just wear a zipped up grey sweatshirt up top. I left a note, in case she woke up, saying I was heading out to grab some breakfast. The golden arches are calling my name. 

The walk to the famed fast food spot took me about 15 minutes and the smell that greeted me was well worth the walk. I ordered a few muffin sandwich meals and a couple coffees. The walk back was uneventful and the chance to zone out was much appreciated. When I got back to the room I was happy to see she was still resting. I set the food down on one of the end tables and sat down on the edge of the bed. I sat there just admiring her beauty until she rolled over onto her back and kicked out of the comforter. With all the movement I was sure she had woken up, but after a minute or so she layed perfectly still apart from her breathing. I eyed her over and realized she might be kicking because she was still wearing her pants from last night. Wanting her to sleep more soundly I figured it would be best to remove them. If she woke up, she would have a nice hot breakfast, if not she would be more comfortable while sleeping. 

My hands moved down and hovered right above her crotch. As deftly as possible I unsnapped her button and drew her zipper down. The outline of her black lace panties were showing. Thinking back, I had seen Sam in her underwear countless times. Of all the times I had seen her though I had never seen the most private part of her. It was always hidden or she would move to cover herself. The thought of how much she went through to hide it made what I was doing feel wrong and I hesitated before continuing. It should be her choice when to show me, I have no right to take that from her. I got up to eat my portion of breakfast when a familiar angelic voice stopped me.

"Morning stud." She yawned when she spoke.

"Hey Sam, did you sleep well? I got us breakfast."

"Ooh, what'd you get us, and yes, I did thanks to you."

"We got Mick's Muffins and some coffee."

"You're the best boyfriend ever!" She squealed and hugged me with her bare chest.

Sam was truly the most charasmatic person I knew. Her bubbly personality put everyone she met at ease and brought a light joy to their heart. I honestly believe that atleast 75 percent of it was her smile. She could tell you that your dog died and comfort you with a smile on her face and you would feel a little better. She could then hug you right after that and you would be happy again with all traces of sadness gone simply from being in her arms. 

We both ate in silence, apart from the tv, as we usually did. Half way through my first sandwich I decided I was overdressed and unzipped my sweatshirt. Sam noticed and started to blush in between bites. She started to shift more in her beanbag. I was not blind to the fact that she was still pent up from last night. A fact that made me laugh with the additional knowledge I held. The funny part was that I knew that, because of her hormone's, Sam couldn't go half a day without touching herself. My first encounter with her libido happened when she was 13 and I caught her masturbating in her room to some porn on the computer. Sam, being Sam, simply laughed and asked me to join her. Me being me, I turned around and ran. She found me later and taught me the birds and bees and told me how much she did it and how much fun it was. That moment was the true first moment that I registered the difference between a guy and girl. Despite the revelation Sam was still a girl to me. She was a girl growing into a woman and the thought of her having a penis never really even crossed into my mind. That was until yesterday when I felt it press into my thigh and again now as it sits confined in a pair of jeans in need of release.

"Sam, you never did..." I trailed before nervously taking another bite of my sandwich.

"No, but it's okay Alex. I know this is new to you. We can take this as slow as you're comfortable with." She flashed her brilliant smile and continued to eat her sandwich while watching the morning sports report.

"Do you remember when I walked in on you..." I trailed, still nervous about the subject.

"Oh my god! Like every day! I was so embarassed that I couldn't finish until later that night." She spoke inbetween fits of giggles. "Why do you bring it up?" Her openness put me at ease.

"Just wondering, now that we're dating...We are dating right?" She nodded happily. "Was just wondering what you masturbate to? I never did get a good look at anything."

"Well it's changed alot since then, but usually I watch alot of aggressive stuff. Do you wanna watch some together?"

"Sure, that seems nice. Where do you...?" 

She got up from her beanbag and I couldn't help but notice the slight bulge in her tight jeans. She pulled out her laptop and hooked it up to our TV. The screen flickered to a mirrored image of her monitor. I could see her scrolling through various flashes of porn vids. She settled on a folder of videos from a site called "Shemale Seductress." She scooted her bean bag within arms reach of mine and nestled into the mold of her seat. The video started with an interview between the two actors. One was a very innocent looking white guy who looked eerily like me. The other was a beautiful mixed woman with an obviously heavily worked on face and body. Despite the modifications, her overall look was highly appealing. The conversation drifted on about fetishes they each had and what they were open to doing in the scene. 

"I always liked this one. I always imagine it being you and me." I could only sit in silence on edge for what was to come. 

The actual scene began with the two of them drinking together. Things began to get heated as they undressed eachother while kissing. The red lipstick on she wore started to smear over the guys face and lips. She forcefully pulled his head to her breasts which were pulled out over her bra. She arched her back as he hungrily licked at her nipples. She continued to be forceful as she pushed his head lower towards her skirt. 

The scene contiuned from there on the usual track a porno follows. I couldn't help but to get aroused by the images flowing on the screen. I started to rub at the growing erection trapped in my pants. I turned to look at Sam when I heard a moan escape from her. That's when it happened. My jaw lost all control and simply hung loose. The sight before me was far more intense than the one unfolding on the screen. Sam's hands were slowly pulling at her growing dick that was hanging out of jeans. She wasn't even hard yet, but she was already larger than me. Now I know why Bobby Turner was scared to go all the way. Sam was absolutely massive. Her eyes were starting to glaze over as she turned to look at me. I was caught, her mouth turned to a wicked smile when she caught me staring with my mouth open. She looked into me, not at me, into me. Her eyes pierced inside of me and simply winked for me to come closer. 

I felt compelled by her will. I fell to my knees on the beanbag in front of her. Her pulsing member was now at full attention. She was easliy 9 inches long, possibly 10. It was her girth though that was truly intimidating. Her member looked almost as wide as a coke can. 

"It's okay, just do whatever you feel comfortable with."

I felt my hand reach out to grip her flesh. It was warm in my grasp. My hand could just wrap around her length. I could see the generous amount of pre-cum flowing from her slit. There was more of it dripping on her shaft than I had ever seen. Soon enough her entire shaft was shiny and slick. She had begun to twist and pull at her nipples with both hands with her head locked back in pure bliss. It felt as though I was outside of my own body as I saw my other hand reach to the base of her ample shaft. Her cock pulsed with need in my hands. With my one hand holding her still my other one started to glide along her length with increasing speed. The flared head of her dick started to pulse to life growing larger with each passing second.

"Alex, please..." Her voice wasn't the same, she was completely filled with lust. 

I knew she about to cum. Her hips began to buck in the beanbag. My mouth inched closer towards her tip. The unnatural pre that formed looked to inviting to my lust driven mind. My tongue inched out and was about to lap at her juices when she screamed.

"Alex I'm cumming! Oh god I'm cumming!"

True to her word she came. The first blast was so powerful that it hit all the way in the back of my throat and I recoiled back in shock. My hands continued to stroke along her spasming member as rope after rope of thick white cum coated my chest. The couldn't help but swallow the thick liquid in my mouth. It really wasn't all that pleasant. I was having trouble with the thickness as it slowly tricked down my throat. There were screams of pain and pleasure coming from behind me and I turned to see the woman starting to pound into the small guy. My ass started to clench in fear of the coming certainty of what was on the screen. I glanced down to my chest and was shocked to see more cum than I had ever seen from any porno covering me. It seemed very unnatural with how thick it was. 

"Thank you Alex, I needed that. Did you?"

"No, I don't..." I looked down and noticed the wet stain from the inside of my pants. "Well I guess I did."

"Well let's turn this off and get cleaned up then."

-6-

She stood up and from the beanbag, her dick was still hanging loose from her fly. Her hand wrapped around mine and we walked to the shower. I was still in a state of shock at what had happened and I'm sure she picked up on it. Years of societal pressure would tell me that what I just did was wrong or immoral. My body told me something entirely different though. I had not only enjoyed it, but I enjoyed it so much that I came without even touching myself. The feeling of content pleasure that washed over me from the control she held over me was a new and wonderful sensation. She didn't even need to say anything to pull me closer. I just felt compelled to please her, to mak her happy. 

Sam always looked out for me. When we were growing up, as kids, Sam would protect me from the bigger kids and use her charm to keep them off of me. She once convinced the class bully to leave me alone by telling him that he would never get a date as long as he was in school if he continued to bully me. Sam was so popular that the other girls in our class would have happily agreed to not go near him if she had said so.

When I started baseball freshman year I twisted my ankle trying to get in shape by jogging with Sam at the track. Sam took care of my wound and got me back on my feet without the need of visiting the hospital. I remember the way her eyes looked when she gently wrapped and iced my ankle. Her eyes were filled with gentle concern and a fire that said she wasn't never gonna leave my side. 

"You here with me sweetie." Her gentle brown eyes were right next to mine. Her hand stroked my face. 

She knew I was lost in my thoughts again. She knew my mind trailed when I needed to process something. I noticed my clothes were now crumpled in a pile on the floor. Now that she knew my mind was back she began to strip off her jeans. She took the time to slowly bend over as the jeans and underwear slid over her ass. My eyes trailed along the crack of her ass. My hand was drawn to the supple globes of her ass cheeks. The skin was warm and soft in my grip. 

"Nuh uh uh. We'll never get anything done if we keep this up. We can't just have sex 24/7."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's okay sweetie. Let's get in the shower and wash up."

She took the hand from ass and guided me into the shower where the water was already running. Her body was huddled close to mine so we could both get wet under the spray of water. There was an impressive heat coming from her crotch and that's when I noticed her full package. Her member, when flaccid, looked very feminine. It was free of any wrinkles or veins. It was tapered perfectly, being thin at the tip and widening towards the base. She kept her pubic hair completely shaved which added to her femininity. Her balls looked like large smooth eggs.

Sam took some shower gel in her hands and offered some to me. My senses were filled with the scent of berries. She began to run her lathered hands over my body and I followed suit. The suds were instantly washed away under the shower head. Our hands continued to roam over eachother. Every movement of her hands was mirrored by my own. Her slick hands wrapped around my shaft and as I did the same I noticed the severe difference in size between the two of us.

"Turn around please."

I did as she asked and felt her hands scratch along my back. She kept roaming further until they reached my ass cheeks. She moved slowly letting her fingers run along my hole. She took her time running every finger along my quivering hole. She contiuned to trail until she was finished srubbing my feet.

"Now you do me."

My hands shook nervously as the went down her back towards her rear. Her ass very sculpted and plump. I think I lingered a little too long and was brought back to reality when she cleared her throat. When I finished she shut off the knobs and stepped out to dry her and myself off.

"Now get dressed in our school colors, I gotta put my makeup on."

"Why in school colors?"

"We're gonna go to a football game."

"What made you decide that?"

"Well unlike you, I actually watch the TV when we have it on." She said with a grin and shut the door.

This should be fun. I couldn't help but smile. 



True Love Ch. 03



I knew it when I saw it alright. I was snapping away, eating through the first roll of film like a hungry animal.

Chief fucking Martin. I remembered watching him frisk my mother when I was ten years old. In full view of my father he'd run his hands up her skirt from behind, slowly caressing the insides of her legs. The Chief's sidekick just stood there laughing quietly, his hand resting casually on his holstered revolver, staring my dad down and daring him to make a move.

We were heading back from a daytrip when that fat asshole had pulled my dad over at the side of the road, telling him his tail light was out. Yeah, they usually are after they've been given the once over with a day-stick. Then he spotted my mother in the car and insisted she step out onto the road.

He came up with some bullshit story and had her bent over the hot bonnet of our run down Buick before anyone knew what was going on. You could feel the shame radiating off my father as Martin first frisked my mom and then used his day-stick for the second time that afternoon. At the time I wasn't sure what happened, just saw her gasp and throw her head back as the Chief shoved his wooden baton up her skirt from behind.

"Look away son, cover your eyes," Dad had shouted.

Looking back I wasn't sure if he didn't sound just a little excited but I did as I was told, wondering what was making the car rock so much and why my mom and Chief Martin were making noises like that.

Later on I worked up the courage to peep but just saw the fat cop doing up the zipper on his uniform trousers whilst mom straightened her skirt and smiled a strange smile.

The Chief spent an awful lot of time at our house after that. Even back then I knew he wasn't there for the milk and cookies and my dad never said so much as a word. Shit my old man was probably burning his ass in hell right now watching mom getting roasted by some fucking horny demon.

God rest their souls.

But I was enjoying this. I'd been wanting to dig up some dirt on Chief Martin since the first time I laid eyes on the big fat son of a bitch and there he was in his badly fitting birthday suit, a lusty sneer cracking his jowls as he took in the naked, struggling girl tied to his bed.

She was crying and mouthing something like, "Let me go you fucking creep!"

Tears streaked her face and she squirmed away from the blubbery monster who was raping her with his eyes. Then I saw him laugh as he reached down a pudgy hand and squeezed her fleshy right tit hard.

Another player came onto the scene and I recognised Dr Benjamin Rhodes, he spent about as much time down at the station house as the Chief and was just as crooked. 

There was something a little odd in seeing the doctor like that. Yeah just another naked sixty year old pervert with a big gut, but he was carrying his heavy black doctor's bag in his hand and it added that extra touch of strange to the proceedings.

The bed heaved and sagged as fat Chief Martin climbed between the screaming girl's legs. I clicked away and swore blue as I reached the end of the film. My shaking hands fumbled and I cursed under my breath as I swapped films, tossing the used one into the bushes behind me. I lifted the camera to my eye once more just as that fat walrus descended upon the girl, sinking his meaty cock into her unwilling pussy.

The good doctor stood by laughing, his attention torn between the rape scene and the rapidly filling syringe in his hands, his cock standing to attention and begging like a hungry animal.

The girl was getting it good now, my cock swelled as I watched her struggling under Martin. For a fat guy he was pretty active, his huge buttocks rising and falling as he slammed his cock into her, his heavy balls swinging and slapping against her ass. I could see her mouthing "No!" repeatedly, like a fish out of water, as the Chief ran his tongue up the side of her neck and up onto her face, licking across it like a slavering dog.

Meanwhile the doc was ready for phase two. He flicked the syringe a few times on the side, three for good luck I guess, and took a strong grip on the girls arm before plunging the needle into it and giving her a dose of God knows what.

When it was finally empty he cast it aside and took a good hold of his cock, time for another kind of injection I guessed. He watched and wanked as the Chief picked up his pace, slamming the girl's young body into the bed and knocking the breath out of her. I could see the poison was having its effect and within a few minutes she was quiet, a glazed look in her eyes, her mouth slack and her body unresisting.

I got a great snap of Martin looking up at the Doctor, they were both grinning like hungry wolves. As I carried on clicking the doc pulled a scalpel out of his bag and I went cold. I was all ready to burst in and stop the action there and then when I saw that the doc was just cutting her cords and I breathed a sigh of relief. These guys would get what was coming to them for doing what they did to the girl, sure, but I was damned if I was going to stand by and watch her get hurt or killed. 

What a saint I was.

The second film joined the first in the bushes and by the time I'd resumed my shoot the girl had come back to life, but this time it was like her evil twin sister had turned up to the party.

Chief Martin was still pumping away between her thighs, but now her arms and legs were wrapped around his heaving corpulent body. She was fucking him back, going crazy for his old cock, her wet cunt rising off the bed to meet his thrusts and her tongue buried in the old man's mouth.

Her newfound slutty charms were like a red rag to a bull, Martin's pumping got frantic before becoming erratic and finally stopping. His fat ass twitched and wobbled as he strained his flabby body and filled her with spurt after spurt of hot pig spunk. I got some great shots as he slowly pulled out his cock, the strings of semen connecting the tip to her glistening pussy lips stretching and finally snapping as he moved his huge carcass off the bed.

No sooner was the Chief finished than the doc was in on the action. The girl didn't seem to mind, she welcomed the old man with open arms and legs, pulling him into her young body as she planted short wet kisses all over his sun-creased face.

I took a few more shots for good luck and turned to pick up the other rolls and leave, but it just wasn't to be. The muzzle of Chief Martin's police revolver was so close to my nose it made my eyes cross trying to look at it, so I looked at him instead. He gave me a nasty grin, the kind that hinted at my future and told me it didn't look so rosy.

***

"The doc wants you dead Chuck," Martin breathed unevenly as he patted down my pockets, his rolls of fat dancing like ocean waves. 

He'd already taken my piece and placed it next to the toaster, adding that little extra something to his shabby kitchen. I sat and said nothing, just watched the gun, waited to see what he wanted to say.

"But I've been thinkin Chuck and I don't think that's a smart move. What do you think, huh?" the fat man said as he stepped back.

I could see he was still thinking, the thoughts drifting across his tiny mind like icebergs in the night, so I played it smart and kept my mouth shut.

"You always were a quiet boy Chuck even when you watched me with your momma all those times," he chuckled humourlessly. "And now you're a quiet man Chuck and I like a man who stays quiet. So come on get up."

His high pitched nasal whine had always given me the shivers, like someone running their fingernails down a blackboard while they poured a pitcher full of ice cubes down your back. He waved the gun at me gesturing towards the kitchen door as he picked up my camera from the kitchen table. I stood and moved slowly into the next room.

"Keep your hands where I can see 'em."

I did as I was told like a good little boy, just like I always had. 

"I'm right behind you Chuck, now just keep moving and take the first left."

I followed his directions and found myself in the bedroom I'd seen from outside. The girl was still lying naked on the bed with her legs open wide, two loads of semen dribbling out of her wet, distended cunt. The naked doctor was sat silent in the corner of the room smoking a cigarette, his bony legs crossed tightly.

"Now strip Chuck and no funny stuff."

I felt the barrel of the Chief's gun poke me in the back as I pulled off my jacket and let it drop to the floor. My empty holster came next and as I was unbuttoning my shirt I looked at the girl's face. She was still out of it her eyes glassy, but she gave me a broad smile and reached out to me with outstretched arms.

"That's it Chuck," the Chief breathed as I dropped my pants and stripped out of my boxers. "Now get on the bed and fuck that little bitch, we got just a few more pictures to take on that camera of yours."

I hesitated. 

"How the fuck old is she Martin?" I demanded.

The Chief started chuckling behind me, "Eighteen today Chuck and that's the Gods honest truth, eighteen today. So you just get up there and wish her a happy birthday son."

I believed him, it was just the kind of thing this asshole would do, fuck a girl on her eighteenth birthday and ruin her. I climbed onto the bed and hesitated again, looking down at her reaching out to me with a lustful expression on her features.

"Come on Chuck, give her what she wants. Otherwise I might just get to thinkin that the doc's idea is a good one after all."

I sighed, thanking my lucky stars I was hot to trot, and lowered myself into the girl's arms, my hard cock slipping easily into her soaking cunt. She wrapped her arms and legs around me kissing my neck feverishly as I fucked her hard and fast, I wanted to get this over with as quickly as I could.

The Chief was laughing and hollering as he snapped away, getting shots from all angles making sure he had everything covered and all the evidence he needed.

"That's it Chuck, give it to her boy," he laughed. "Hell I didn't even introduce you did I? This here's Sarah Roberts, eighteen years old, as fresh as a daisy and ripe for pluckin!"

I felt a rush in my balls and knew I was about to cum so I picked up the pace a little, the bed rattling and squeaking as I did. Sarah was panting and mewling and I could feel her cunt spasming in orgasm around my cock.

"Now don't you worry about young Sarah there Chuck," giggled Chief Martin, "she won't tell a soul will you honey?"

The girl was oblivious as she collapsed beneath me glassy eyed, I grunted and shot my load into her already overfilled cunt and stopped to catch my breath.

"That a boy Chuck," cackled the Chief. "Young Sarah here won't tell a soul 'cos me and her mommy and daddy, we've got ourselves an understandin. But I might tell Chuck and I got photos to prove it so you just keep bein a good boy and do as you're told."

The Chief had put my camera down and was pointing his gun at me again. Our little show had obviously pushed his buttons as his cock was hard and tight into his huge gut.

"Now Chuck, get dressed and kneel on the floor with your back to me."

When I gave him a funny look he just laughed and waved a pair of hand cuffs at me, "Don't you worry boy, I just need to put these on you. You're more use to me alive than dead Chuck, so don't you worry a little hair on your head."

I did as I was told figuring I'd stay alive longer that way, at least it had worked up 'til now anyway. Putting my hands behind my back I felt the cold steel of the cuffs snug around my wrists and heard a sharp click as they locked into place.

Five minutes later the Chief was dressed and pushing me into the back seat of his patrol car. He'd left the good doctor to 'look after' the girl. I'd already heard the bedsprings squeaking again before we'd left the house.

The Chief heaved himself into the front seat of the car laughing, "Yep she's gonna get it all right, all day and all night."

He must have caught my expression in his rear view mirror because he laughed again, "Not off the old doc boy, he's only good for one more turn on the little whore. No, we've got a few of the boys comin down here to make sure she's broke in right."

With that he started the car and the fat fool filled me in on just about every detail of his operation. It turned out that he'd been doing it for years, taking local girls at around the age of eighteen, dosing them up and raping them, then passing them around the neighbourhood for all the local men to fuck. No-one tried to stop him, either because they wanted a piece of the action or because they had several nasty little faux pa's that he would turn a blind eye to if they let him fuck their daughters with no questions asked. Or both.

Doctor Rhodes' part in this was equally as sinister. The old doc had a special brew that he gave the girls to get them in the mood. It was also highly addictive so they always came back for more, and each time they'd want to party with them and the other local sex fiends.

"And now you're one of us Chuck," Chief Martin chuckled as we pulled up at the station house. "Welcome to the club son."

Like hell I was, I was going to put a stop to this little racket if it was the last thing I did. The fat man heaved himself out of his car and pulled me out soon after, pushing me in front of him into the station house.

***

When we got inside I was greeted by the human detritus that was Vinny Di Carlo, Chief Martin's right hand man. I'm not sure if that little weasel had ever had a bath in his life, but it didn't pay to be a heavy nose breather in his company.

Vinny just nodded at me and gave me a greasy knowing grin as he herded me into the empty holding cell and locked the door behind me.

"What the hell is this?" I asked Martin.

"Well, you just need to meet bail son," the Chief explained as he rolled his fat ass onto the edge of his desk. "So you just give me your telephone number and I'll speak to your hot little wife on your behalf and you'll be out of here in no time."

Vinny was laughing as he walked into the next room. The Chief just picked up the receiver on his phone and looked at me waiting. There wasn't much else I could do so I gave him my home number and he dialled it. Next minute he was speaking to my wife.

"That's right Loretta, we've got Chuck here and he needs to meet bail to get out...that's right honey, yeah...how much? Well let's see, how about you come down here and spread those pretty legs of yours and we'll think about letting him go...that's right honey, just me and Vinny...ok Loretta we'll be waitin just make sure you wear something nice so we can get good and hard for ya baby."

Chief Martin had unzipped his trousers while he was on the phone and was slowly wanking his stiff cock as he spoke to my wife. My head sank onto the cold metal bars in front of me as I felt my own cock stirring at the thought of Loretta letting these two creeps fuck her to get me out of the joint.

"Bye honey, bye." The Chief put the phone down with a click and chuckled, "That's a very loving wife you have their boy, you're a lucky man."

He stood up and stretched, his hard cock still poking out of his pants, "And now I'm gonna fuck her right in front of you boy, just like I used to fuck your whore mother in front of you and your pa."

He walked over to stand in front of me, so close I could feel his stale breath invading my nostrils.

"Don't look so glum boy you'll enjoy it -- like father like son."

I nodded remembering the first time I'd crept downstairs to investigate the strange noises during one of the Chief's many visits. Always the detective I just had to check them out. 

It had been about two weeks since Chief Martin had pulled us over at the roadside and as I peeked through the gap in the door through to our living room I could see that he was making himself right at home.

My dad stood with his back to me quite close to the door, his hand stroking his cock slowly and his breathing laboured. mom was bent over, her skirt up around her waist showing her stocking tops and suspenders, her hands tightly grasping the back of her favourite chair. She looked so beautiful when she was enjoying a good fuck, her eyes were half closed and her mouth wide open as her body jerked rhythmically to the pounding she was getting from the fat boy in blue.

I looked beyond my panting and moaning mother and saw that grin again, always that fucking grin. The fat bastard was looking right at me, sweating and grinning as he fucked my mom in front of her family. I saw him reach round her front and tear her blouse open, buttons flying across the floor, and then roughly pull her big tan lacy bra up to release her massive fleshy breasts. They bounced and swung as Chief Martin pounded her harder.

I'd stood entranced watching her willingly take another man's cock in front of her husband for what seemed like forever, until the spell was broken by a grunt from my father as he spilled his load on the rug. I had quietly crept away, hoping that my mother hadn't seen me, thinking that I'd gotten away with it until that heart stopping moment when the Chief called out, "See ya again tomorrow boy!" and laughed long and loud.

And now here I was. After all those years of watching him use my mom, here I was waiting for my wife to walk in and spread her legs for him. A nervous excitement was spreading through my body, starting at my iron hard cock. 

There was no use denying it, I just nodded and turned away. Finding a cot in the corner of the cell I sat down and waited for my wife to arrive.



True Love Ch. 03



-7-

Being from Texas meant football was king. Football is a religion studied by close to all. Stadiums act as cathedrals where all who come pay homage to the sport. That is, atleast, what they tell you in the movies. In college, for the most part, football is an excuse to get drunk and party. Even when there isn't a game happening there are parties, pep-ralleys, hex ralleys, and rivalry events. All of these events involve drinking, dancing, and an all around good time. 

The stadium was full of life even with hours before kick-off. The parking lots were filled with thousands of fans drinking and grilling by their vehicles. Sam and I skipped the excitement and quickly found our seats after buying our tickets. We were the only ones sitting in our section with hours before the game was even close to starting. Sam was dressed in a red t-shirt that she cut at the neck to show off her subtle cleavage. She was also wearing a pair of tight white jeans with the school logo on her right back pocket. She had straightened her hair and loosely coiled it into a bun. I was dressed in a pair of khakis and one of my red and white baseball shirts.

"These are pretty good seats considering we just bought the tickets just today."

"I guess we're lucky like that." 

She was stroking my hair while sitting a row above me. She pulled my head back to rest between her legs against her thigh. That was the comfort of Sam. She was always motherly towards me.

"I love the feel of your nails on my scalp."

Sam always kept her nails french manicured. Whenever I needed to calm down she would come up behind me and run them along my back and I felt fine again. 

"I never asked you Alex, are you truly okay with all of this?" Her voice was calm as she continued to run her fake nails across my scalp. "I don't want you to feel any pressure to do this Alex. I value our friendship more than anything and I don't anything we do to ruin it."

"Yes Sammie, I am completely okay with all of you. Is it alright if I ask you something though?"

"Anything sweetie."

"You are ungodly massive, like, you could be in porn massive."

"I don't hear the question." She laughed.

"How big are you exactly?"

"Hmmm, the last time I actually measured I was right around 9.1 inches long and 1.8 across." She spoke with a chuckle in her voice. "Now you can see why Bobby Turner was scared. I was still growing back then too."

"Yeah." My mind trailed to the video and my eyes clenched. I was still a virgin and her porn sized member was to be my first.

"Don't fret Alex. I'll take good care of you. I'll be gentle and if you still can't do it, we simply won't."

"I trust you Sam."

"As I strust you Alex."

"Thanks Sam."

-8-

The crowd started to shuffle in shortly after our talk and Sam and I simply enjoyed eachother's company during the hours prior. We talked with the crowd around us about certain players and the team's chance of winning this season. Sam actually seemed to know what she was talking about and immediately garnered the attention of every guy in a 20 seat radius with her charm. 

Despite the attention she had, Sam would always find a way to bring me into the conversation. Some of the guys tried hitting on her even after several introductions of me as her boyfriend. They were quickly, but kindly, dismissed right away with no attempt of flaterry. 

Once the game actually started the group we were in started a cheering section. We started chanting and soon enough the entire stadium would follow, with Sam as the charasmatic leader. Sam's draw went from a 20 seat radius to a more than 100 seat radius. The attention wasn't all on her though. It seems the general population of guys wanted to know how the hell I managed to get a girl who was so amazing. 

By halftime, Sam and I had been invited to almost every single house party on campus that night. Sam, being the social butterfly she was, started to make friends and get numbers from people who had houses to throw parties at. I think she was doing it mostly out of kindness. Sam put her grades before celebration nine times out of ten. I saw her do the same thing in high school atleast a dozen times, but she would end up coming over to my house to study while I played a game. Something told me she only didn't go sometimes because I never wanted to. That thought depressed me for some reason. 

"We don't have to go if you don't want to Alex." She whispered into my ear. "We can just relax in the dorm together."

"Nah, let's do it. We're in college now, we should go." I tried to give a convincing smile. 

"Really?" She beamed. 

"Yeah, why not, we both don't have any classes tomorrow."

All she did was kiss me, much to the surprise of myself and a handful of the guys around me. Her lips were sweet and moist. I felt peaceful when her lips were one with mine. It was as if past, present, and future met at once and time stood still. Then reality pulls me back when we seperate and I want nothing more than to be kissing her once more. 

The rest of the game was a blur. The score at the end told me that we won, but all I could think about was Sam. We walked hand in hand all the way out of the stadium. We ended up catching a ride on a bus back to the quad. Sam was beaming at the thought of her first college party and went on and on about how much fun we were going to have. I simply agreed and listened like I had for years. I could listen to the melody of her voice all day and be perfectly content.

"Hey Alex?"

"Hmmm, what?" She broke my admiring concentration from my seat on the edge of the bed.

"I know I've asked this question already, but are we really ready to do this?" She asked while going through her clothes for the party.

"Sammie, you and me have been friends our whole life. For as long as I can remember you've been in my life. The way I see it, no matter what happens you'll continue to be in my life forever. We've lasted this long as best friends because we'll do anything for one another. I would do anything to bring that smile to your face and never dream of doing anything to see you sad. If any man would try harder for you, then they should have you, but I don't think a man like that exists." My hands were shaking from having spoken my mind like that.

"Oh Alex..." She collapsed on top of me. "Kiss me."

I couldn't refuse her. My hands slipped to her back. She was soft in my arms, gentle and feminine. The hair flowing past her shoulders brushed and tickled my hands. Her tongue twirled around my own while my hands gripped for the clasp of her bra. Unfortunately my fingers weren't dexterious enough and she had to break our kiss to offer me help.

"There you go. Pull in, then apart."

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed with her straddling me. Her hands were clasped around my neck while mine were locked onto her hips. Her ass sent shivers through my body. The relatively new sensation of gripping her intimately sent excited shivers through me. 

"We're not going to get anywhere wearing these jeans Alex."

"Ok." My breath carried the word weakly.

She stood prompting me to remove my clothes from my seat. I could see from glimpses that she was seclecting a song from her iPod. My ears were filled with an unfamiliar RnB song while my eyes were filled with the sight of her ass. She was now grinding her hips against an invisible partner. The way her ass swayed in the air was intoxicating. My head began to swim as she lowered her jeans to reveal her black lacy underwear. She continued to trace backwards, bringing her hips closer to mine. When our hips finally met I was already at full attention.

"Oh Alex, is that for me?"

"Yes..."

She chuckled at my inability to speak as her ass ground into me. She turned, bringing her exposed breasts to my face. Every time her nipples came close to my lips I involuntarily lunged to kiss them, but was denied. She was teasing me, much to my blissful discomfort. She brought her knees onto the bed and planted her chest into my face.

"Kiss them."

I didn't have to be told. Her nipples were small and pink. They stuck out from her chest and were begging to be kissed. I planted the first kiss on her left one. Just a simple kiss, but it was enough to cause her to gasp. She was clutching onto my head with both arms and nestled her cheek into my hair. The next kiss was wetter, tasting her. Her skin was sweet on my tongue. My teeth now pulled at her nipple. Light nips drew more flesh into my mouth. She was now audibly moaning into my ear. 

"Yes Alex..."

I was by no means experienced and every action was compelled by instict. My mind was in a haze from the lust. I felt that I was losing myself to my primal desires. I now hungered for her, she needed to be mine. My hands gripped at pieces of naked skin all over her body. My mouth, my tongue, tasted every inch within reach, but it wasn't enough. 

"Lay down..." My voice sounded foriegn to me.

She was now on her back, laying out before me. Her eyes were as lust filled as my own, begging me to please her, fulfill her. My arms supported me as I dove down to kiss at her breasts. Her nails dug into my back. I planted a trail of wet kisses down her toned stomach. Each kiss in the chilled room sent a visible tremor through her muscles. Abandoned to the cold, she was now playing with her breasts and nipples. I could feel the rising heat pouring from her crotch. The lace tickled my chin before meeting a pulsing bulge. My hands were hooked into her panties, pulling just a little. I placed a delicate kiss at the shaft of her covered member. It was just enough to cause her hips to twist. I continued with my journey and tease by planting kisses on her inner thighs. The torture was becoming too much as she started to grind into the air in search of relief. I moved back up to her large pulsing member and breathed a warm breath onto it. 

"Please..." She breathed.

With a quick yank of her panties her dick was now free and settled along her stomach. It was the first time I saw the monster and truly sized it up. The head was smaller than the rest, and she was thicker at her base than the top. Her shaft was smooth and free of blemish. The smooth and unveined appearance of it all gave it a surprisingly feminine quality, despite her immense size. Her balls looked swollen and aching with need. The skin of her sack was stretched tight, devoid of wrinkles and hair. True to my assesment earlier, they looked very similar to large eggs. 

It was the moment of truth. I held her dick in my hands. It filled them both with fullness. Her base stretched my grip. My mouth lowered to kiss the tip. It was smooth and warm. It wasn't disgusting. It wasn't weird. It was just another piece of the woman I loved. My mouth plunged once again, but this time I took her head into my mouth. My mouth felt full, and yet my tongue could still move around the soft spongy flesh. So I did what I could and started to swirl my tongue around what it could.

"That's it baby, suck my dick. Mmmm, you're doing great." Her hand now found the back of my head.

I took more of her length under her guidance. I couldn't take much, the girth started to stretch my jaw. I could only go down a few inches before I felt myself start to gag. Since I couldn't go very far I focused my efforts on her tip. She was starting to buck her hips in unison with my sucking. Her shaft was slick with my spit and I decided to stroke her in time with her thrusts. The taste of what must be pre-cum filled my mouth. It tasted sweet and wasn't unpleasant like her actual cum. 

"If you keep that up I'm gonna cum Alex."

I doubled my efforts in an attempt to make her finish. I knew she was close because her previously relatively small tip started to expand greatly in my mouth. I feared I wouldn't be able to pull her out without scraping her with my teeth. My fears were right and confirmed with a painful wince as I pulled.

"I'm cumming Alex!"

Her warning was useless because I couldn't do anything but wait for the flood. The first blast filled the remaining room in my mouth completely. The taste was slightly more bearable than last time, but the thickness was still troublesome. She continued to shoot her thick cream into my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow. She was moaning loudly as her nails dug into my scalp. Soon her flow came to a stop and her head deflated. 

"Oh god" I coughed. "Do you always cum so much?"

"You should see how much after a few days." She spoke in complete bliss.

"I don't think you'll ever go that long. Atleast as long as I can help it."

"I love you Alex. Make love to me."

"Are you sure?" My hands started to shake again as I rubbed her thighs.

"Ye...."

We were both shocked by the loud knocking at the door. Looking at Sam, I could see that we both were scared. I moved to put on some shorts while Sam simply hopped under her covers on the top bunk. 

"I know you're in there dude." It was a voice from one of the dorm guys next door to us.

"Yeah, what's up."

"Could you keep the porn down, we can hear it in the hall man." Sam looked mortified.

"Sorry dude, just wanted to take advantage of Sam being out."

"I gethcha dude, can you just use earphones or something next time."

"No problem."

Sam was a ball of embarrassment under her covers and was turning redder by the minute. I walked over to where her head was on the pillow and she turned away, unable to face me. 

"It's okay Sam, I'm the porn addict to the dorm now. How's it feel to be rooming with a pervert?" She turned back laughing lightly to herself.

"Whatever will I do with a pervert?"

"I think we should wait and take things slow as far as "sex" sex is concerned, what do you think?" I spoke while stroking her hair.

"We've waited this long, why not?"

"We should wait until we can do things right and the moment is perfect."

"Okay Alex. That sounds good to me." She flashed me her beaming smile at me and all was right again. 

"Let's get some chow and then head to the party."

"Food sounds amazing, I love you Alex."

"And I love you Sam." 

We kissed.



True Love Ch. 04



*Alright, the people have spoken and longer it is. I strayed from being long winded hoping to not lose readers in the details. Still won't be really long, but I'm gonna try. Also finally got a spellchecker, man the first chapters were filled with mistakes!* 

-9-

The weeks passed with Sam and I growing to know each other in a whole new way. We spent nights exploring one another's body. I learned that Sam had a birthmark on her left hip in the shape of a tiny heart. It was so small that it took me a few days to finally find it. We, despite all our intimate contact, decided to save our virginities for the right moment. In moments not spent exploring Sam would tutor me and we even took up working out with each other. We explored all our campus had to offer with what little money we had. The growing pressure of finances had become an increasingly popular topic in our spare time. 

I will sidetrack here and explain something. As I had said earlier, Sam and I grew up as next door neighbors all our life. The only difference between her family and mine was that that her family was filthy rich. When she was away before freshman year she wasn't visiting family in some other state, she was out with her parents touring Europe for two months. 

Sam's father, Steve, is a highly successful trader on the stock market that managed to be so good at predicting the market that he was able to make it through the crash with a profit. Her mother, Stephanie, was the youngest partner ever at her firm as well as first female partner ever.

On the other side of the fence was my family. My dad, Nathan, works as a Chief in the police force and that was where he met Sam's mother and how our families became close before either me or Sam's birth. My mom, Julia, is a nurse who worked long hours in the past ensuring I would never want for anything. 

Our homes weren't upscale, but they weren't the worst ever. If you could imagine the American dream home nestled in a sprawling suburbia, that home in your head would be our homes. The only reason they lived in suburbia and not in a massive mansion was because of her father. Steve was cautious beyond belief and wanted to live in a home that Steph could afford herself in case he lost everything on the market.

Now despite our full scholarships and our "comfortable" families, from which we were given a small allowance each month, we would eventually have to find a source of income. They wanted to teach us not to rely on others to survive. Granted, most college kids were far worse off than us and didn't have scholarships or parents that provided for them, but then again there were also kids that drove cars and had apartments without having ever worked a job in their life. That wasn't the case with us though. On top of having top of the class grades, Sam acquired an internship with one of the doctors that worked in the same hospital as my mother. I, on the other hand, worked long nights for minimum wage at a movie theater as an usher. 

Thoughts like these only serve to depress me. Next to Sam I felt so small, in every way. Not only was Sam taller, smarter, and charismatic she was also more hung. It's truly funny in a sad way that the only thing I think I could do better was hitting a ball. At least I have that going for me. 

Anyway, getting back on track, in the months that passed before midterms Sam managed perfect grades in every class and maintained a perfect standing with every professor. She was the talk of campus and it was inevitable that the truth about her became common knowledge. Surprisingly no one really cared. Yeah, sure, some people treated her differently. The guys were a lot less willing to bend under her charm. 

Most of the difference of treatment fell on me. In practice I was picked on for being with a guy, for being the little "faggot." That word stung more than any other word. I never told Sam out of fear of what she would do to them. I just took it in stride because it never affected my position on the squad or my play in the field during scrimmages. My grades were passable at best when we started, but with the help of Sam I pulled together a string of A's and B's with the occasional C. 

Together Sam and I continued the tradition of going to every home football game and sitting in the same seats. After each game we went out to the houses on campus and party hopped. With our combined workouts I toned up and Sam continued to shape her body with the greatest of ease. The only time Sam broke her strict diet was when I had gotten her something. Her conviction was contagious and soon enough I found myself sharing her diet in hopes it would improve my play in the field. 

Sam's diet consisted of a strict guideline. For six days a week she couldn't eat any form of carbohydrates. She had to consume at least 20 grams of protein with every meal, especially breakfast. In the morning she usually ate the same meal of 4 boiled eggs, leftover beans, and sausage. On the seventh day she could eat anything and everything she wanted and man could she eat. She would take in as much junk and calories as she could and sure enough her body would mold to the perfect picture she held in her head when she sculpted herself with specific workouts. 

When I adopted the diet it became just another thing that we shared together. It was a thing that connected myself to Sam on another level. It also helped that, with the insane increase of protein in my diet, I started to lift more than I thought I ever could. Sam kept me in check though, making sure that I took care of myself in her motherly way. She made sure I stretched and kept my tendons loose. Since certain foods were banned, for the most part, she insisted on us taking multi-vitamins to ensure our bodies received every essential nutrient. 

Halloween came and passed and Sam dressed as a Playboy bunny while I dressed as Hugh Hefner. The costumes were a hit at the parties in which we had the best of times. When we got back to our room, completely inebriated, it was hard to resist her. She was convinced, alcohol pouring from her breath, that it was the night. After a small struggle the booze eventually won and she simply collapsed. We had a more serious talk the next day over coffee about when it should be. We had both agreed that the tension was starting to overflow and that it would need to be soon. With mid-terms approaching the stress was too much to think about it, but after they were done we had the week off for Thanksgiving. We decided that it was the perfect time. We didn't know when exactly, and didn't want to. All we knew was that by the time we returned from the Fall break we would no longer be virgins. 

-10-

"Are your bags packed?"

"Of course they are, what kind of question is that silly? How about you mister, are you all ready to go? You do know we leave tonight right?"

"I know, and yes I'm ready. I just gotta make sure I do good on my last mid-term. It's gonna be really hard to get a degree without passing the basic courses." My head was buried in a math book. 

"What are you trying to do again, besides baseball." She said while doing some ab workouts in the corner.

"I don't even know anymore, I figure I might as well do sports management or something like that."

"The hell you gonna do with that?"

"Well the way I figure it, if I don't get drafted I could always find some baseball team and work my way through the organization somehow. You know, do the desk thing."

"I like the uniform better."

"So do I, and maybe with your help I can be even better than I was in high school and play in the majors someday."

"You know what's...funny? Before...high school...you didn't even...like baseball. Now...you're so good...you got a scholarship." It was funny hearing her try and talk in-between her crunches.

"I liked baseball...It's just that I didn't wanna play sports with all those dumb jocks."

"But you're one of those jocks now?"

"I play ball, but I'm not one of those meat heads."

"Having trouble with math aren't ya?"

"Shut-up." I grinned over at her knowing she was right.

"You know I'm right and you love me for it." She had finished and came to sit in my lap.

"I do love you, you and your damn psychology." I kissed her cheek.

"You'll do fine love. I know you know it, you're just psyching yourself out. Now quit studying for a minute and help me stretch out." She kissed my cheek in return. 

I don't know who invented yoga pants but god bless that person. It was routine for us to stretch after each workout. Sam was trying to get flexible to do the splits. A "personal challenge" as she put it that she wanted to be able to do before next semester. When we first started the workouts stretching was the most enticing form of foreplay. Our bodies were covered in sweat and dripping pheromones. As Sam told me, our minds were flooded with endorphins that acted to increase our lust. Holding her legs still, my hands would wander up her thighs across the smooth material of her pants. Her ass accented by the tight material looked good enough to eat. I would grope and feel in the seconds before switching to a new position. She would grow visibly harder with each new stretch. When it came my turn she would take the same liberties with my ass as I had with hers. The exception was that I was wearing gym shorts and she had access to my naked skin through the trunks. Her hand would find my aching member underneath the strained material and begin to stroke before bending me over into a new stretch. We would eventually find ourselves standing and bending over to stretch our quads. We took to helping each other in this position as well. She would pull out her monstrous member and plant it between my cheeks and start to thrust. Her dick would slide along the fabric and I could feel the heat on my covered hole. Needless to say that was our favorite stretch and we would take some extra time completing that one.

"Do we have time to mess around before you have to leave for your test?"

"Not this time lover, I gotta leave in like 10 minutes."

"You could give me a handjob?" It was always the smile that got me.

"Alright, but it's gotta be a quick one. No trying to hold it like last time. I think my arm hurts more from that than the workout."

"Okay sweetie. Thank you!"

She was sitting on the ground with her legs spread and her knees bent. She was pulling off her yoga pants, exposing her beautiful tanned skin, when her member flopped onto the carpet. I crawled between her legs and started kissing her. Every time we pleased each other it would begin with a kiss. Her lips were always sweet and intoxicating. It was during our kisses that we would both grow hard instantly without fail. I fell to my elbows after a minute and kissed the head of her member. The strong scent of her workout filled my nose. Her dick was slick already and glistened with sweat. The thickness filled my hand as I begin to build my rhythm. I was never one to produce much pre-cum, but Sam poured it by the spoonful. After coating her in her own juices I leaned down to lick under her tip. Her pre was much sweeter than her actual cum.

"Faster Alex..."

After months of practice I had the keys to her release. Her thick base was strong and she only grew more sensitive the higher my hand rose. So as my hand came down I would squeeze just a little tighter and loosen on the way up, letting my fingers glide just barely over her tip. Before no time she would be coated with pre-cum and my hand could slide with an ever increasing pace. I could always tell when she was about to cum because her usually very narrow tip would start to mushroom uncontrollably becoming even thicker than the bottom of her swollen member. When it stopped growing I placed my open mouth over her wet slit and slowed my rhythm.

"I'm cumming baby! Oh thank you sweetie! Ugh...."

The first blast of her cum always makes me flinch despite knowing that it's coming. I've grown used to the thickness of her sperm. The bitterness still gives me problems, but the amount she produces is simply too much to fall somewhere to clean up, learned that one the hard way. By the time she stops my mouth is filled with thick white cum and as always, I swallow. I look at the clock we installed on the wall and realize I have one minute left before I have to leave.

"Just in time, thanks for the protein shake baby." I kiss her forehead and stand to check if I got any of her cum on me. 

"Wait up baby, I'll walk you to your class." She moved quickly to make herself presentable. "I need to get a few miles in anyway, might as well give you some company on the walk."

"Thanks sweetie, you ready." I opened the door.

"Yeah, just grabbing my bottle."

We started down the hall and the stairs and out the door of the dorm. She clung to my elbow the entire walk. 

"Thank you sweetie. I'll be sure to make it up to you later."

"Thanks baby, don't worry Sammie, you know all you have to do is ask and I got you. Besides, I don't need to cum to enjoy myself. I like pleasing you, it makes me happy knowing you are."

"Oh Alex, you're the best. You make me happy Alex, more than anyone ever could."

"So what are you gonna do for the next few hours before we take off?"

"Well I figured I might run around for five miles or so and then shower and change. Then after that I gotta make lunch for us. Kidney beans and chicken with some mixed vegetables. Then after that I'm not sure, might just read one of my psychology books."

"That sounds really nice, wish I could join you. Can you make my chicken with extra garlic this time?"

"Sure thing sweetie! Now relax, I know you'll do fine. Just remember your formulas and take your time."

I kissed her goodbye and told her I'd see her in a few hours. Professor Adams was waiting by the door to her classroom handing out a sealed test booklet. Her smile was courteous, most likely from the fact that I was one of the first inside. Professor Adams was one of my favorite teachers despite her teaching my least favorite subject. She was always smiling and didn't drag through the subject with a monotone voice. After Sam started tutoring me she noticed my work was done with an added effort to succeed and began to try and help me more. The exam began shortly after everyone filed in. It was visible how upset Miss Adams was from the four missing students. Most of the professors were apathetic to their student's success or failure, but not her. 

I finished my test before I knew it and turned it in. Turns out I was the first one to turn it in and the look of surprise on Professor Adams face showed. After a quick exchange of smiles I turned and left pleased with how easy each answer flowed from me. A quick glance at the clock above the door showed that it only took me a bit over two hours out of the four to finish. Maybe I could get back in time before lunch gets cold.

The hall outside our room smelled of food and I quickly walked in to find Sam reading her book on her bed, as she had said she would be. There were two plates of food sitting on the end table with plastic wrap over them, steam still visible under the surface. 

"Baby! Oh my god that was fast! How'd it go?" She snapped her book shut and jumped into my arms from the top bunk. 

"Really well, even Professor Adams seemed surprised. You hungry? I'm starving."

"I told you you'd be just fine and yeah I'm starving. I just finished it like 15 minutes ago, with the plastic it should still be warm." She disengaged from me and started to remove the plastic careful not to spill the condensed water.

"How was your run sweetie?" I was handed a paper plate that was still warm on the bottom.

"It was nice, it's a perfect day outside for a jog. So I figure..." She paused to take a bite. "I figure we could head to the rental place and pick up the car and head out right after the meal." Another bite. "We could be home by dinner time." She spoke still chewing her food.

"That sounds good to me baby, can't wait to get on the road." I said almost finished with my meal already. "Great job on the food Sammie, perfect amount of garlic." We smiled.

-11-

We ended up grabbing a small late model family sedan from the rental place. After grabbing our stuff we headed toward the highway. It would take us about four hours to get home. I was driving and Sam sat in the passenger seat playing with the iPod picking through her country collection. 

"Ooh I love Joe Nichols, it's sad that his best album was his first one." She said picking the song "Joe's Place."

"His new one isn't bad."

"Yeah, I'll give you that." She started singing when the chorus came on.

"Hey, I don't mean to interrupt my future country star over there, but have we decided on what we're doing when we get back?"

"Whatdya mean?"

"I mean, did you decide on how we're gonna play this around our parents? Are we gonna tell them, are we gonna sleep in separate beds and houses the whole time, or are we gonna let them know right away?"

"Oh that...." She paused to think for a while and started to pick the next song before the first one was even finished. "Uhm...What do you think?"

"I think we should let them know. I mean, I'm pretty sure they have been expecting us to date for years now. I think they'd be happy." 

"Mine would maybe. I don't know about yours though."

"What makes you say that?"

"Think about this in the long term for a minute Alex. You're their only son. If you are with me that means they lost their chance at ever having a biological grandchild. Yeah there's artificial insemination, but is it the same? Are they gonna be okay with it? Are you going to be okay with it if they aren't?"

"Oh, wow..." Her words stopped me. I hadn't really thought about the possibility that my parents wouldn't accept my relationship with Sam. "Sam, you're more important than anyone in my life. If they aren't okay with it then so be it. You're all I need and they can either accept us or spend the rest of their lives in angry about it."

"That's really sweet what you're saying sweetie, but it may be harder than you think. I'm with you in your decision to tell them. I love you."

"I love you Sam." 

We drove for a couple hours and had a pretty good jam session going on after we discussed how we would break it to our parents. We decided to get it out in the open as soon as we got back. It was after a spell of highway hypnosis that I decided I needed an energy drink and pulled of the highway to stop at a gas station. We both got out and used the restroom. She finished after me and told me she would fill up the tank while I got the drinks. I grabbed one of those Lemonade Rockstars and a water for Sam. I hopped in the car after paying the cashier and we headed down the road.

"You know if you're feeling tired baby I could help you stay awake if you want?"

"How is that love? Wanna start another sing-off?"

"I had something a little more...exciting in mind." Her hand drifted to my thigh and I felt my crotch pulse. "I still owe you for this afternoon after all." She paused while starting to unzip and unbutton my jeans. "No objections? Alright then."

Her slender fingers wrapped around my quickly growing dick and started to jerk it slowly. My hands tightened around the steering wheel and I must've looked like a deer in the headlights with the focus I held on the road ahead of me. When I was at full attention in her hand I felt a set of warm lips on me. Her head was in my lap and her mouth was working me over. I felt the urge to cum already from the excitement alone. It had always been a distant fantasy to get "road head" and now it was happening. If I thought I had the keys to Sam's release, Sam had the keys to mine plus a spare set. She knew the perfect pressure, the perfect suction, and how to use her tongue just right.




True Love Ch. 04



"Oh wow Sam, I think I'm gonna cum already..."

She just continued to suck away and moaned an okay. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as I felt the wave of an orgasm crash over me. I managed to do it, but it wasn't easy. The car swerved just over the line when I started to cum inside her mouth. I felt as though I could have shot as much as Sam could, but I knew that would never happen. After regaining my composure I loosened my grip on the wheel and relaxed my focus. Sam's mouth finally pulled off and she licked her lips with satisfaction.

"Mmmmm tasty. Thanks for that sweetie. Did I get you to go off the road?"

"No, thank you...and yeah, but just barely."

"YES! Success!"

I couldn't help but laugh as we continued toward home. In just a couple hours we would be home and we could relax.



True Love Ch. 05



-12-

The rest of the drive was uneventful, but I have to admit that my nerves were starting to get the better of me with each passing mile marker. Sam tried to comfort me by holding my hand through the drive, which helped a little admittedly. I meant it when I told her I would choose her over my parents. Sam had been in my life more than my parents had been. All the nights sleeping over at each other's houses and playing games together. We used to spend the nights at my house playing video games, and when we slept at her house I would help her dress up as a princess and I would be her prince and protect her. Sam and I shared every teacher growing up until we reached junior high and even then we shared several classes. When I felt bad or upset I would turn to Sam to comfort me before I would my own parents and Sam would do the same. 

Our hometown was a small community that was tied to a huge metropolis. Driving through the familiar roads was like driving through a rural setting amidst a sea of concrete. The suburbs that we called home were in sight and I was filled with a warmth that only home could bring. 131 and 133 were houses on the corner of Blue Water Way and Bradly Drive. They were almost identical in appearance. Both homes were covered in a mixture of sandy brown and white colored bricks. They were both two stories tall with two car garages. Each house had a large 20 year old tree in the front yard. I pulled into the driveway of my parents' house and parked the car.

"This is it Sam, ready?" I think I was asking myself more than her.

"As ready as I'll ever be sweetie. Let's just go in and play to the mood. If the truth comes out then it's out there. We don't owe them a big announcement, let's just be us."

"I like that idea." We kissed before exiting the car to grab our things.

It was just a little after six and the sun was already nearly gone from the sky. After we had our bags we walked up together to my parents' house. The doorbell rang and I could hear multiple voices inside, meaning Sam's parents were there as well. I could see the shapes of my parents, as well as Sam's mother, approaching the door hurriedly. The door swung open and I was immediately embraced by my mom as Sam was by hers.

"Oh my god! You two are here so early! We didn't expect you for another hour or two! Steve! They're here!" My mom was excitable.

"Hey mom, dad, Steph, how are you all?" We tried our best to get past our parents to the inside of the house, but it was slow coming.

"Hey mom, DAD, Julia, Nathan. What's for dinner? We're both starving." 

"We're all fine, you caught us in the middle of poker. As soon as you two get settled we're all gonna head out to eat. How does roadhouse sound?" Our dads both loved steak and so it was an obvious agreement between the two of them.

"Sounds perfect Nathan. I'm sure dad thinks so as well. We're just gonna set our things upstairs and we'll be ready to go if you guys are."

"Samantha sweetie, aren't you gonna sleep at home?"

"I will mom, don't worry. Alex and I are gonna switch between the two like in the old days." She moved to comfort her mother. "Now we gotta drop off our stuff, we'll meet you guys there if you wanna just take off."

"Just drop off your things babies. We haven't seen you in forever, we should each drive you. Does that sound good Steph?" Sam's mother agreed eagerly. "We need to catch up. Alex, baby, you can ride with your father and me."

Sam and I gave each other a concerned look and agreed reluctantly before rushing upstairs to drop off our luggage. My room was to the immediate right at the top of the stairs. It was kept the same as I left it and we both simply set our luggage on the top of the mattress.

"What the hell are we gonna do?" I whispered to Sam.

"I don't know, just answer their questions as they come and be honest. We have nothing to hide or be ashamed of, remember? We love each other, we can explain if they have their concerns." Her whispered words were comforting as was the hand stroking my cheek.

"Let's do this." We kissed and separated to head back downstairs.

-Alex-

"So sweetie, how is college? How are your classes coming along?" My mom was looking back at me while speaking. Dad was focused intensely on the road, 

"College is fun, it's a really good atmosphere. Classes are good, I was struggling with math early in the semester, but Sam really helped me out with it." 

Keep calm Alex, that was a good answer. They're your parents, they will understand and accept.

"You're looking a little bigger Alex, the team working you out pretty well?" My dad chimed in.

"Not really, I mean yeah we do a little, but it's actually Sam that has me working out more. I'm also on a new diet that we're doing together. It's really nice, I'm seeing a lot of results from it." My parents turned to look at each other after that answer.

"Are you seeing anyone now, any cute college girls caught my young man's heart?"

This was the moment of truth, it only took them three questions to get to my dating status. My head started to spin from my nerves.

"Well that's the thing...I've been meaning to tell you two..." Here goes nothing. "I'm going out with Sam."

You know those statements that come out of someone's mouth and seem to create a silence. With the final word even the radio seemed to know to shut-up. For a few seconds, that seemed like minutes, there was nothing. There were no emotions on my mother's face, there was only a blank stare as she processed the words. I knew what must be going through her head though. "My son's gay, has he always been, I knew we shouldn't have let them be friends, what are these two kids thinking, where did I go wrong as a parent..." I felt compelled to explain myself to them despite seeing nothing wrong with my relationship with Sam.

"I guess this silence means you aren't happy...?" I was stopped from rambling on by my mother.

"As far as I'm concerned baby..." She took a breath. "I can't speak for your father, but if she makes you happy then I am excited for you two." The words seemed to hurt her. "Nathan?"

"I never imagined a son of mine would turn out to be gay..." He stopped at a light and closed his eyes in pain. "but you are my son and I know you wouldn't do anything without thinking it through. So as far as that goes I'm with your mother, but we'll talk later. I don't want this to ruin the week, I'm happy for you both. Sam is a good kid with a bright future."

"Well thanks you guys, I'm sure Sam will be happy to hear about your acceptance." I tried to use as little sarcasm as possible.

-Sam-

"Oh Samantha darling, you look lovelier than ever. You must tell me your secret. How do you keep your waist so thin. Oh here I go rambling, you must have loads to tell me!" 

Mom was sitting in the backseat with me and touching me all over and looking at how well I kept myself in-shape. Is this what I'll be like when I grow up? Is this how I am now?

"Okay mom, ugh, where do I begin? First off I'm dating Alex now! Oh mom, he is perfect! He treats me so well and takes care of me in every way. We do everything together now, like we didn't before, right, but now we workout together, diet the same, we study, we go to football games together, oh, that reminds me! Alex and I are the talk of the crowd, we have a cheer that we do and it gets the crowd so loud and excited, ugh, you should hear it mom! Let's see what else, hmmm, oh yeah I have perfect grades in each course I'm taking. Also, the dorm has come around to me and they don't give me any shit any more. What else am I missing?"

"Oh baby! Steve, do you hear that?! Our little Sammie is all grown up and dating little Alex. You two are using protection right?" Dad simply grunted his approval. He hated when mom and I got excited like this together.

"Mom! For your information we are taking things slow and haven't done that yet. Besides, we're both virgins and I can't get pregnant, what's the point?" I reflexively flinched at the thought of never being able to birth children.

"Well good, and still, protection is important." Even as she said the words she gave me that smile that said she knew I was right.

"So how long have you two been going out now? What's his body look like? I bet it looks sexy, he looked more buff back at the house."

"Mom! You're being dirty!" I couldn't resist talking to my mom like a little teenager. She was the only one I could be truly girly around. "We've been going out since the start of the semester, and if you must know he is F-I-N-E, fine! Ever since we started working out together his abs have gotten so cut, ugh, and he can lift me like I was a feather."

"I always liked little Alex, he was always so cute. Who did he look like again, little Harry Potter right, that Daniel Radcliffe kid?"

"No mom, it was a young Tom Hanks."

"No he doesn't, Alex has straight hair and he used to have that long shaggy hair for a few years before he cut it for baseball."

"Okay maybe you're right, maybe a mix of the two."

"Fair enough, okay okay." She took a deep calming breath to ease herself down. "Okay, serious now." She blew out a breath. "Alright, so how are your studies coming? Have you been reading up on your psychology lately?"

"Yes, I actually started a new book before we left, but I only got a chapter in before Alex finished his midterm and we headed out."

"Oh baby, in all seriousness, I'm so proud of you and Alex. You two are perfect for each other. Oh look sweetie, we're here!"

-13-

Texas Roadhouse, for those of you that don't know, is an amazing steakhouse that derives its name from the wonderful state, and has branched out to become a popular franchise across the United States. The place is full of a hearty country atmosphere complete with waitresses doing dances when certain songs come on. There is a bucket of peanuts on every table that are free to eat and when you do you are free to throw the shells on the floor. If that isn't enough to draw you in, the steak is simply the best with perfect marbling and no excess fat.

When we pulled up to the bright neon glowing building the mood in the car had bottomed out. It was clear that my parents were distraught over the news. My dad was determined to not let it ruin his mood and started to talk about baseball with me. I had to admit that it was a welcome distraction from the quiet contemplation that held my mother in a trance towards the road. We found a parking spot with a free spot next to it that was quickly filled with Steve's Escalade. I couldn't get out of the car quick enough to find comfort in Sam's arms. Sam ran around to find me and she jumped into my arms smiling. Her smile was quickly replaced with worry when she saw my face.

"What's wrong?" She kissed me and held my head in her hands as she whispered to me.

"They "accept" it for what it is, but I still have a talk coming my way. They're going to pretend to be happy to save the mood. We just have to be our normal happy selves and hope they can see how much we love each other." I spoke slow, trying to cope with the words as I spoke them.

"Okay baby. I understand." She kissed me deeper this time and her smile came back to full brightness and the worry fell off me once again.

"Awwww, see that Steve, don't they look so cute together? Don't they look just precious Julia?" Steve just smiled and gave his agreement. My mother was less hospitable with her response.

"Why don't we just see if there is a wait for a table." 

She was being dismissive and I saw a whole new side of my once open minded parents. My parents used to praise Sam for having such conviction in her self as a person. They loved how cute she was as a girl and I even believed they saw her as one after a while. Now that she was a sexual being, she was nothing more than a man with a penis pretending to be a woman. She was now a man who corrupted their son and turned him into a homosexual. I could feel it ooze off of them. They once had a son that played a sport well enough to earn a full scholarship who, albeit awkward, had a girlfriend, and now their son was nothing more than a "faggot." The word didn't need to be said out loud. It was on their faces and in their every movement, and despite the calming words from Sam I couldn't look at them with a smile. It was painful to look at my own parents with such an ugly emotion. The same parents that raised me and cared for me through my life were now looked upon by me with the same feelings as the people on my baseball team, ignorant, close minded, and prejudiced individuals.

The attractive hostess showed us to our table. The table had three chairs on each side and Sam took the middle seat beside me on one side. Sam's mother took the other seat beside her daughter. My father took the seat across from me with mom next to him, across from Sam. Everyone sat in silence looking over the menu before our waitress arrived. I already knew what I wanted and sat staring at my father with angry contemplation. Sam noticed before he did and held my hand to snap me out of my gaze. She brought my attention to her face where she was mouthing for me to smile. 

"Sugar is better than vinegar." She whispered into my ear.

"Something to share Sam?" My father said her name as if she was still a boy.

"Oh, just letting Alex know what I wanted, in case the waitress comes before I get back from the little girl's room. Julia, you care to join me? We haven't gotten to talk in so long." My mother agreed, letting dad know to get her usual. Sam's mom took the conversation opening in full and scooted next to me.

"Speaking of catching up, Alex, sweetie, I'm so glad that you and Sam finally decided to get together. I've been telling Steve that you two are perfect for each other for years now. Haven't I Steve?" All he did was grunt a yes while looking through his menu. I liked that about her father. He was a man of little to no words, yet so much emotion.

"Well it's funny that you've been saying that, because I've wanted to date Sam for years as well. May I say that you have raised the best daughter a parent could raise?" Every word was a stab at my father who was pretending not to listen while looking over what to get.

"Aren't you the sweetest little man? Nathan, your son is so charming. I remember when he was too shy, he wouldn't even say hello to anyone he met. Would you look at him now?" 

Something told me Sam's mother knew exactly what was going on. I believe everyone did. Every parent was skilled in the art of perception. Steph, being a lawyer had to know how to read people for a living, as did my father as a police officer. Steve had to know how to read situations and business people for his job in stocks. My mother had to know emotions in order to handle a person better as a nurse. The tension was building and the only question was who was going to be the first one to break it.

"Well..." My father began to speak, but stopped as Sam and my mother got back and sat in their seats.

"Alright everyone." Steph began. "I'm tired of trying to tip-toe around this. It's obvious that you two have a problem with your son dating my daughter, and yes I mean daughter. Nathan...Julia...We have been friends for over twenty years now." The waitress finally made it to the table, but was quickly dismissed with a simple wave. "I'm not about to let this situation break-up our friendship, or this to cause tension in our children's relationship. When Sam made her decision all those years ago you two were so open minded about it that you convinced us to be as well. Yes, I am sorry Sam, you're father and I were not as accepting as we let on when you first told us. Now, I want to enjoy this night, so order your food and order whatever spirit you need because we're gonna air our thoughts right here." She spoke with such authority that even my father sat back and didn't object.

With a wave Sam's mom brought the waitress back in an instant. We all ordered our food. Sam and I ordered the same thing, a protein rich 16 oz. medium-rare steak with baked beans and mixed vegetables. My mother ordered ribs and Steph ordered a salad. My dad ordered a steak with fries as did Steve. My dad ordered a double Crown and coke and my mother got a margarita. Steph ordered a martini and Steve just got a Bud-Light. Sam and I got two waters. With the orders done, Steph waited until the drinks were dropped off to start her trial.

"Alright, since I started this shit, I'll begin." It was obvious that the tension was starting to piss her off. "Sorry to air your business you two, but you have to be here for this. Sam, you're a wonderfully smart woman with a bright future ahead of you. Alex, you are talented, you picked up a game that you'd never played and got a scholarship out of it, that shows commitment and drive. You two have been together for 18 years and I don't think I've ever seen you two fight and so there is no doubt in my mind that you could stay together forever. That said, Sam you know how I feel, but the law will not permit you two to ever officially marry and as you said in the car Sammie, you will never have kids of your own. In my eyes those are the only two problems with your relationship, two problems that could go away easily and aren't truly problems then. Laws change and there are always surrogate parents or adoption. I know you two dating doesn't mean for sure that you will decide to stay together forever, but I want to make this a long-term discussion so that we don't have it again when you two get engaged or something along those lines. That is my peace and for the record you obviously have my blessing." 

"What she said." Truly a remarkable man that Steve. He spoke quick and buried his head back into his phone which was probably filled with stock news or something like that.

"I wanted to talk with you in private about this, but Steph has left me little choice. Son, I love you, and when presented with the point-of-view that Steph just laid before us it would be hard of me to object. I'm not going to pretend that I am okay with you dating another man. That is nothing against you Sam, but in all reality you are still a guy. I will air that I was raised Catholic and despite not following the religion anymore I have to say that I still don't and won't approve of any homosexual acts. Sam you are a wonderful woman, yet still a man, and so If you two continue to date I have to withdrawal my allowance from you Alex. I still love you and wish you two the best. I wish I didn't feel the way I did son, but I do and I hate myself for it." Even though I hated that he felt that way, I respected him for his honesty and his conviction. 

"I love you both, Sam you were always the daughter I never had. As far as I'm concerned you are already family. Alex sweetie, I meant what I said in the car, as long as you are happy then I am too, but I know your father's feelings and knew how he would feel. I support my husband as I expect you two to support each other through your relationship. If you two stay together and eventually marry or become domesticated partners or whatever I would still like to see grandchildren someday." She finished with a long sip of her drink.

"I can't speak for Sam, but I value your honesty. I especially value yours dad. I still love you and I understand. I'll find a way to make it through, hopefully with the help of my partner and roomie." I smiled and a firm grip from Sam told me she was with me. "That was very nice of you all to air your thoughts and I'm glad we can move past this and enjoy our week long break."

"I still love you Nathan, and Julia you were always my second mother. We appreciate all that you do for us, all of you. Now that we got all that out can we go back to enjoying ourselves?" I leaned in to kiss Sam, but she turned her cheek and stopped me with a finger. "Alex, respect your father and save those kisses for later." My father mouthed a "thank you" towards Sam.




True Love Ch. 05



-13-

The rest of dinner passed as if nothing had happened and everything was right with the world. I could still sense a tension in my father, but he did his best to smile and brush off my concerns. I have to think to myself that I truly do respect my father. He never knew his father and was raised by an overbearingly religious mother. He joined the military as soon as he could after high school and never looked back. After his tour in the Army he came back and became a police officer. He met my mom and met Steph and eventually had me. He still avoids talking to grandma as much as he can. I think he always wanted the sense of a normal family. That's why he settled in suburbia in the first place. He raised me without religion and even hated it himself to this day. I can't blame my father for his repulsion, he was raised to find it morally wrong.

The steaks were amazing, and after a considerable amount of booze shared by our parents, Sam and I ended up having to drive our parents home. It's amazing to think how much maturity our parents had. Thinking of it all, our parents have been friends longer than I have been alive. They have shared more moments than even Sam and I and they were willing to settle and talk out their issues to keep the friendship alive. Before Sam's mom spoke up I was willing to cast my father aside and I looked at him with hatred. I am so immature. Thoughts like this are depressing. What if I didn't do all I could for Sam? Could I just cast her off like that if we had a disagreement?

I got my parents to their room and closed the door. I decided to just go upstairs and wait for Sam to finish with her parents. It was weird being home again. After only a few months away it felt as if my home was with Sam. Being with her was the greatest thing in my life and without her I don't think, I don't even know.

"Can I come in?" It was Sam at the door. She had changed into some PJ's she had back her place.

"Of course love, did you walk across the lawn over here in those?" The pajamas were an old pair of Tinkerbell bottoms and a small white tee.

"Duh, it would be silly of me to change downstairs before coming up. Should I have changed here in front of you instead?" Her smile showed her lust as she jumped into bed with me. "What a night huh?" She started to kiss all over me, starting to kiss my neck and chest.

"Sam...wait..." God, what was I thinking? "Don't you think we should talk?" Sam sighed, but brought herself up to lay next to me and stared into my eyes.

"You think too much you know? I love you for it, but, come on dude, horrible timing." She was just messing with me and planted a kiss on my forehead before continuing. "Alright Alex, where do you wanna start? With the finances? With your father? Hmmm?"

"You're so cute when you're in a hurry to get off. Uhmm, well the most important one, I think, would be how I'm gonna get by without my father's allowance. What are we gonna do? Sam sighed and twisted her neck before doing what she does best.

"Well I talked to my parents on our drive over, now they are drunk but my father agreed to give me a little more money each month until we come up with a solution. It isn't as much as you were getting but it'll help. Do you think you could get a job? She asked knowing we were taxed as it was.

"With what time? I'll think of something though..."

"We'll, we'll think of something love. We're in this together. We already save by cooking all our meals. We'll just have to fill our time with other activities instead of going out so much. I'm pretty sure we can find something to do that'll pass the time, can you think of anything?" She began kissing my neck again and I wanted to give in so much.

"Sam, we still...."

"Shhhh, now, how about you tell me how your father's words made you feel and I'll continue to do what I'm doing." She continued to trail her kisses lower.

"Uhhh, wow, I guess I'm just impressed with him." She was kissing and tracing her fingers over my abs. "I mean, I know how he was raised and everything. The fact that he is even talking to me is kind of amazi...ugh" She was sucking on my, now rock hard, dick. "I give up. You win."

"Good, now just sit back and let me do my thing." 

She flashed me her melting smile and I did as she told me to. I closed my eyes and let the feeling of her attentions wash over me. Her mouth was warm and wet. I had only ever messed around with one other woman but nothing compared to Sam. Her lips were full and inviting. If I were to judge, with my limited experience, I would say they were the definition of "DSL's." She used her tongue in a way that surpassed anything I've ever felt. 

"Alex, get up, I want to 69."

"Okay love."

Sam knew as much as I did that this was our favorite thing to do together. Both giving and receiving was so exciting that it often sent us both over the edge. By now lying on top had become my normal position. Her pajamas were now fully tented from her massive member. After undoing her tie-string I slid the thin girly fabric down to release her awaiting titan. I should have learned by now that when pushing her down like that to let the beast out that it would spring up when the fabric passed her tip. 

"Sorry baby, you should know by now."

It was actually more amusing and arousing. I answered in kind by taking her in my grip and slapping my face a few times. I never knew why they did it in porn, but I see now that it can be very arousing to feel the weight hit you. It was amazing how comfortable I had become with my sexuality. Gladly engulfing a dick that painfully stretches my jaw used to never even cross my mind, but now I dreamed of doing it and seeing how much cum I could make her shoot. 

Sam was now going all out on my member. Her hands were digging into my ass cheeks and hips while bobbing her head along my modest length. In this position she could deep-throat me with ease. The feeling of going in and out of her throat was always too much for me to handle. While sucking Sam off I could never hold off the inevitable. I always finished first, too turned on from all the sensations. After I finished, she would always nurse me while I attempted to work her over with my mouth. I usually had a harder time, especially since I could never get her size past my throat and squeeze her like her mouth could to me. 

"I'm gonna cum Sammie!" That's when she surprised me. She pulled off right before I could force myself to finish. "Keep sucking me like you're doing sweetie, don't say anything and I'll let you cum in a minute."

I was confused but did as I was told. In order to get Sam off with my mouth I had to focus on her head. The small tip was sensitive and small enough to fit in my mouth before it swelled and locked my mouth onto it. Her attention had now moved upward. I felt Sam place small kisses on my ass cheeks. I stopped sucking to turn my head towards her, but was snapped back to my sucking when she slapped my ass, hard. Her kisses turned to licks as she moved closer to my hole. Her breath was the first thing I felt on my hole. My ears were filled with the sound of her taking in a big sniff. Her dick twitched in my mouth and I felt her head swell. She started to lick tenderly, letting her tongue taste me slowly. After more pulses from her member it was obvious she was heaven. She started to push her tongue inside of me and now it was my turn to pulse. The sensations were too much and I started to grind uncontrollably into her chest while trying to finish her off as fast as I could. Her tip started it's swelling and I was faced with a decision to either get caught unable to pull off without scraping her with my teeth or letting her shoot all over the place. I decided to pull off and started to jack her off as fast as I could. I was grinding into her and when I felt her tongue swirl inside of me I felt the sensation of cumming come back to me. 

"I'M CUMMING SAM, OH GOD I"M CUMMING!"

She only growled and moaned into my ass she humped her dick into my hands and soon I felt her head swell to its full size and her hips give one last thrust. The first blast was massive and nailed me right in the eye.

"FUCK!" Oh my god that hurts! Why the fuck would they do this in porn?! 

Despite the searing pain in my eye Sam was doing too much for me not to cum and I came all over her chest. Sam's cum was much more voluminous and soon my entire face was covered in her thick milky white cum. Her shots died down and turned into dribbles, but her mouth was still eating hungrily at my ass.

"SAM, please stop, oh god, that was amazing, but could you get me something to wipe my face?" I could feel the thick cum sticking firmly in place all over me. 

"Oh Alex...you're covered. Did I do all that? She was still in her lusty haze and in not as much of a hurry to get me a towel as I would like. 

"Who else could cover me like this? Sam, I know you're still, you know, but could you please get me a towel from the bathroom? My eye is on fire and I need to get your stuff off of me." I tried to sound as sweet as possible while in pain.

"Oh baby! I'm sorry, I'll be right back." The bathroom was right next door to my bedroom and sure enough she was back in a second. "I'm so sorry love, you know how muc...I'm sorry sweetie. Can you ever forgive me?" I had wiped as much as I could off and the towel was covered in her stuff.

"You know how charming your smile is?" I broke to laugh at the whole situation. "Of course I forgive you love, besides it's my fault for aiming it at my face. You are a one woman bukkake machine, more cum than I've ever se...."

"What baby?"

"Nothing, I have an idea for how we can scrape through college without any debt. I don't think you're gonna like it though?"

"What is going through that head of yours?" Even though I said she wouldn't like it she was still glowing.

"You know that site I go to every now and then. The site with that teenage couple who film themselves in the act?"

"Yeah..." I think she knew where I was going and I couldn't read how she felt.

"Baby..." I got down on one knee in the most cliche' way I could. "Sam, will you make porn with me?"

You know those questions that just hang in the air? Well this was one of them. Sam's face, unlike my mother's face when I told her I was dating Sam, was full of ranging emotions. She was thinking about it. I could see her going through the pros and cons in her head. It made perfect sense to me. Sam knew as well as I did that there was serious money out there to be made in amateur, barely legal, as well as "shemale" porn. Sam was hot, hung, and charming enough to make a wonderful pornstar. I had a fit body that would look good on screen. The only drawback would be our faces and exposure. What if it affected our futures? It was a big con and a justifiable one to scratch the whole idea.

"Hmmm, do I have to say yes?"

"No, it's just an idea. I understand if you don't want to." I was still on my knee holding her hand.

"How would we do it? Sell it to me." A smile crept onto the corner of her lips.

"Well, we film ourselves POV style with a high definition camera. We do simple editing work and gather a few clips together and release a few trailers onto the "tube" sites. We could also branch out with a made up twitter page. We start a website and make subscriptions reasonable, 10 or 15 dollars. We could do weekly updates, maybe a few pic sets, or we could even do behind the scenes stuff after we get a fan base or something. We could also put a poll up and ask viewers what they would like to see us do. Maybe offer live streaming sessions over webcam or something? At $15 a person, we would only need like, 70 viewers, or something like that to get more than my dad was giving us. What if we get more? Even if we don't get that much at first, the little bonus could do nothing but help. We already have sex like twice a day. We would only need to film once a week or something like that."

"How long have you been thinking this out?" The smile had grown the whole time I was talking.

"Just thought of it."

"Wow, you should definitely go into management if baseball doesn't happen." She was going to say yes, I just knew it. "Alright, let's go over some pros and cons."

"Well let's see. Pro, you're built to be a pornstar and are the most beautiful transgendered woman on the planet."

"Flattery will get you everywhere darling. Uhm, con, what if it effects my future as a psychiatrist or yours as a baseball player? Baseball is watched by millions of people, what if sports writers or ESPN insiders find out you were in gay porn?"

"Good point, pro, we need the money and it can provide that in abundance. If it does well enough you could just start your own firm, practice, or whatever the psych ones are called. We could also just do that and I could fall back into management like I said I would."

"You think it could do that well?" She sighed happily at the thought of her own practice. "Con, we don't know how to start our own website business."

"Ah, we don't, but Eric down the hall does and he has a huge crush on you."

"Eric's gay?" She was pleased at the thought of an admirer.

"Yeah, and he also happens to be a super genius who has designed, I think, nine websites. We could cut him a percentage to handle that part of it. Hell, he might even film it if we ask. He's been asking me for over a month now to see a picture of you naked."

"We need to stop before this sounds too good to say no to." She was almost as excited as me now.

"Another pro, I think it would be hot as hell to make porn with you. Seeing myself getting fucked by you on camera. Seeing you give me a massive facial and sharing it with the world for our profit." I felt myself twitch at the thought.

"That does sound good sweetie. Alex, if I say yes to this, you have to agree that we will back out if things become too much to handle. We're still a young couple and I don't wanna risk this becoming too much for us. That said, I think it sounds fun and we should totally do it!"

"I love you Sam, where do you wanna start?"



True Love Ch. 06



-14-

The rest of the night with Sam was spent planning out our business adventure. We spent an hour or so researching how to go about even starting a porn website. We both knew from our limited experience that when you signed up for a site you would go through a billing service. So we figured that the service would take a percentage for their part and offer us security of mind that we weren't being ripped off, hopefully. We also looked at a few amateur sites to get ideas for what sells and stuff. I'll admit that we did spend a little too long watching the videos together, but we snapped out of it eventually. It was becoming clear that the whole idea may be a little too much for us to handle. I started to doubt the idea in the fist place.

We agreed that, like our relationship, we would take it slow and try and not rush into things. We knew that the first step was finding a nice high definition camera to film with. Then we would film and edit every now and then and get a good collection of content going. We also knew that we would need to get Eric to work with us somehow. If we managed to get him interested enough to design our website that maybe he could handle the business side as well. We both knew that Eric was a critical part of the entire thing and if we couldn't convince him then we would scrap the entire idea. The most important thing we agreed on was that no matter what happened, whether the idea worked and we took off or if it failed, we would stop long before we left college. 

*****

I woke up the next morning after falling asleep with Sam in my arms to find that she was gone. The sound of music was echoing through the house. I could hear the distinct piano start of Bob Seger's "Old Time Rock And Roll" play downstairs. As I stepped outside my door I could smell breakfast being cooked. My family's home was built with large ceilings and sound carried like the rafters in a church. My parents used to play music for hours loud enough to be heard through the whole house. To this day, the sound of echoing music brings back a childhood peace to my heart. 

To my surprise, what I found in the kitchen was not my mother making food, but my semi-naked girlfriend dancing and singing with a spatula in her hand. She had her back turned to me and was in the middle of the chorus when I reached her and was giving the singing her all. I was always captivated by the delicate tan on her sun kissed skin. Her ass was a thing of beauty, perfectly sculpted from years of kettlebell swings. She kept a healthy amount of fat under her skin, but just enough to give her body shape and softness. I could see the flopping dangle of her privates from between the gap her toned thighs. She was completely lost in the moment as she turned over an omlette in the skillet. I decided it would be best to make my presence known and help out if I could. 

"I always figured you for a bluegrass in the morning kind of gal." I spoke in her ear as I walked up behind her and kissed her neck while caressing her stomach and hips.

"Classic rock all the way." She turned her head to give me a kiss before turning back to cook. "I didn't wake you did I?" She hummed along to the song while waiting for my response.

"Not at all sweetie, I love waking up to music in the house. Are my parents out?" I sat down at the table which was only a few feet from the kitchen and still in the line of sight of her apple bottom.

""Yeah, they left out to work about 20 minutes ago. They told me to tell you that they wouldn't be back for dinner and that we would have the house to ourselves."

"Where they heading to?" I kept peaking up from a newspaper I found on the table to look at her butt wiggling to the beat. The music switched to some other hair band song.

"They are going to an early Thanksgiving Day party at your dad's office, said they wouldn't be back until after midnight." She finished one omlette and started working on a second one.

"What about your parents? Will they be joining my parents at the party as well?" I grunted at seeing the Cowboys lose another Monday night game.

"You guessed it sweetie. So that means we have the whole day and this whole house to ourselves." She turned to show me her smile. "I've already got everything planned out, so don't worry about a thing." She turned back, closing the entrance to any further conversation.

I got up to grab some water from the fridge and waited for breakfast to be finished. Turns out that the second omlette was the last thing and my wait only lasted a matter of seconds. Seeing Sam deliver the food in nothing but a "Kiss the Cook" apron had me feeling overdressed once again in a pair of simple black tie-string pajama bottoms. The food smelled delicious. The plate was covered with delicious homemade food. A green pepper and onion omlette, four strips of bacon, two sausage links, and a side of red beans, a mix up of our usual breakfast.

"I wanted to make you something special since I have an oven to cook with now." She smile brightly before sitting down bare assed on the wooden chair. "Ooh, that's cold."

"The food smells amazing love, and maybe you should have worn some panties then?" I paused to take a bite of each item. Sam only agreed with my sentiment while adjusting herself in the chair. "So what did you have in mind babe?"

"Well, after we're done eating we can wash last night off of us. Which was amazing by the way, we'll talk about that later. After our shower we can stretch and go for a run around the neighborhood and wash up again." Sam insisted on being clean at all times. She had probably already showered before waking up and cooking. "Then we're gonna get some shopping done, daddy left me his card last night. Then after our shopping trip is over we can hit the gym together. Then when it comes time for dinner, I'm taking you out on a date." She looked up with a grin before starting in on her food again.

"You always have everything planned out don't you?" I asked already knowing the answer to be true. Her planning was a life lesson from her parents and was a key factor in her excellent grades and physique. "I like the idea of a "sugar momma" taking care of me. Don't think that just cause you wine and dine me though that you're gonna get any. I'm not just some slut that you can use your charms on and have your way with." I almost couldn't get it out without laughing. I loved joking with her. Our relationship had formed a track in the past months. Sam was dominantly in charge and I followed along. Don't get me wrong, we both took care of each other with all the love we could, but she was the one keeping us on a positive path. She was the driver with me as the vessel.

"Alex, sweetie, I would never use my charms in that way. I'm hurt." She threw her hands up in mock hurt and we both let out a fit of deep laughter.

The rest of the morning seemed to fly by after that. The food was amazing and I couldn't stop complimenting her enough. We showered together and took our time ensuring that we were both thoroughly clean from head to toe. Sam lingered a little bit longer than usual on my hole and kept running her fingers along it as if mesmerizing the landscape of my ass with her hands. It always surprised me how feminine Sam was. Every movement and action was female down to a point. That was until she was aroused or in a sexual state of mind. When she touched me intimately I could feel just how masculine she was. I was nothing more than a being there to please her. She needed to control me and use me. Her hands were possessive, her eyes were predatory, and I liked it. I loved the feeling I got from being wanted so much. The way she desired me and my body sent shivers down my spine.

We changed, after the shower, into our workout clothes. Sam always wore her pink spandex yoga pants with a equally tight moisture defiant top. I would wear my gym shorts and underarmour shirt for jogs and usually went shirtless for the actual gym. I don't know how Sam got away with tight clothes. Her equipment just seemed too large to hide in spandex, but she managed. I could tell there was something there, but I think it's because I knew already. Then again, Sam could care less if people stared. Sam wasn't hiding in her skin, she embraced who she was. She was a woman with a little something extra and was proud of who she was. We jogged around our old neighborhood for about three miles, at least that's what it seemed like to me. Sam said it we ran for five and told me that it seemed like less because I was getting in better shape. She told that soon five miles wouldn't be enough of a run to fill my head with endorphins and that we would increase it to six or seven in a few weeks. 

We stretched out afterwards with next to no flirting. She started to kindly scold me for getting frisky. Sam wanted to save all those feelings for tonight. It had become obvious that Sam was tired of waiting to lose her virginity. The lustful demon that lived inside of her had become more aggressive and wanting as of late. I have to admit that I was tired of waiting as well. The event has been built up so much that I was beginning to worry that when it did finally happen that we would both be let down at the end result. We both didn't know what to expect and had heard forever that the first time usually wasn't all that great. Your mind builds it up so much that you only last minutes and are left with a feeling of disappointment. Sam acknowledged that truth, but it was still her first time for both giving and receiving, mine as well. She wanted everything to be perfect and fit into this picture she had in her head. I just hoped I could fulfill her fantasy.

We showered a second time and changed into our casual clothes. It was the start of winter in south Texas, which meant that it was just reaching the middle of fall. Winter didn't exist in southern Texas and temperatures would hover around 50, give or take 15 degrees, for the next 4 months or so. Despite being moderately warm weather for most people around the world, for Sam, me, and most Texans it was the coldest we have had to deal with. So despite only being 50 degrees outside, we were wearing sweaters and sweatpants. When we pulled up to the mall Sam went over what the plan was.

"Alright sweetie, I want you to take daddy's card and go to the electronics store and get us the best digital camera you can get." Her gloved hand passed me her father's black card. "Get some film or memory sticks or whatever it takes as well. Any cool equipment you can find like tripods or lights would be nice as well. Don't worry about price, it's covered, just get whatever we need to get started and put it in the trunk. I'll be walking around getting stuff for tonight. When you finish up wait for me in the food court, and I'll find you there."

"Alright Sammie, I love you."

*****

-Alex-

It felt alien to do anything without Sam by my side. Walking along inside the mall that I spent my teenage years wondering felt familiar. My muscles knew the steps and my mind knew the layout. I had a deep memory of the walls around me, but felt like everything I did was wrong. I was wrong by not having her with me.

"Get a hold of yourself Alex." I spoke to myself under my breath.

The popular electronics outlet was one of the centerpieces of the circular mall's structure. I had spent several days simply walking around and browsing through the store because I was unable to afford many of the things that caught my eye. The feeling of responsibility filled me and I knew that I had to get this right for Sam. While browsing the big selection of cameras, I felt the presence of a salesperson.

"May I help you find what you're looking for?" I heard the voice of a female.

"Just looking for a real..." I turned to see the face of my ex-girlfriend. "Jessica? Holy shit, how have you been?"

"Hey Alex, wow, I'm shocked. I didn't even recognize you. You're getting pretty big." I felt her eyes lingering on my body longer than they should have. "I'm doing good. I'm taking a year off to save for college, not that you have to worry about that. It's been forever, you still don't have a facebook huh?" I shook my head in a no. "You look great Alex, do you wanna grab lunch later? I get a break in a few minutes." She was tripping over her own words, speaking very fast.

"Jessica, I'm...." I didn't know what to say. I didn't know how to say what I knew I felt. "Jessica, I'm seeing someone now." I didn't know if I could tell her or not.

"Oh, did you meet someone in college?" She hid her hurt poorly with a smile.

"No, someone from high school. You know her." I saw her eyes search mine for the answer. I felt my eyes shake in indecision. "It's Sam, I'm dating Sam."

"Isn't she...." She withdrew her lustful body language and stood firm now. "Well, good luck with that Alex. Can I help you find something?" I already knew she wanted nothing to do with me anymore, including helping me.

"No thanks Jess. If you can find someone who knows a lot about video cameras that would help and I would appreciate it." I stood up straighter, more proud and in defense of my relationship choice.

"I'll find Josh and send him over. It was good seeing you Alex." It wasn't.

I knew I should feel sad about what happened, but I didn't. I felt more comfortable with who I was. I felt a weight lift from me. A sense of closure filled me. It wasn't a bad thing to be with Sam, but the best thing that could ever happen. Jessica only cared for herself and treated me like shit, and she made me feel even worse for feeling bad about it. Sam was everything a girlfriend should be, Jessica was the opposite.

"Hello sir. Jessica said you needed help with cameras and I'm the guy to help you."

"Cool, Josh is it? Alright Josh, I need the works. I need the best video camera you got for home movies. It needs to handle motion well because I also might use it for baseball." I needed an excuse for the motion blur. "With that I also need the biggest memory stick you got for it and I'll need a few of them. If you got any tripods or mounts for it, I'll need one of those too. That's all I got off the top of my head, but if there are any other cool accessories like lights or filters or something that'll be cool too." I felt dumb listing off the list Sam had given me, but it covered it all. Maybe I just wasn't used to speaking so much.

"You just made my day dude. You're sure price isn't an issue?" I nodded that it wasn't. "You're the best!" He was visibly ecstatic and I could see Jess give me a dirty look from across the store. "I'm gonna hook you up then dude, follow me."

We spent the next few minutes gathering assorted boxes. Josh ended up selecting a Sony Handycam, a shotgun microphone, LED video light, and even a tripod and portable handle. Josh rang it up and I couldn't be more thankful, thankful for Josh helping me and Sam for loving me.

-Sam-

What in the world am I thinking entertaining this porno idea? I love Alex so much, but there has to be a better way to make the money, for the life of me though I can't think of one right now. If he works in-between classes he won't have time to study and we'll never see each other. He'll fall behind on his workouts and his diet and his baseball play will suffer. He's been playing better in practice than he ever has. Yeah, the idea of being a pornstar sounds awesome, but what if someone important sees us? What if, ugh, here I go over analyzing everything. What if they see, it doesn't mean anything, if they mention it that just means they are as perverted as me for watching it and getting off on it, right? 

"Stop thinking about it Sam."

I love that man and he actually came up with something bold and creative. It's a bit of an extreme and there's no way we can do this. What if we aren't good at having sex? What if he can't take my size, or what if we can't last long enough to even make a video? We're still virgins and talking about making porn, what kind of sick fantasy is that? We'll find someway to scrape by.

"Hopefully."

Just get everything you need for tonight and stop thinking about it. You don't even know if this Eric kid will do it for us. Hopefully he just says no and we won't even have to consider it. Just breathe, in and out, good Sam, now off to the pharmacy. You're going to need condoms, lube, and some enemas. God wouldn't that be an awful thing to see? 

"Great, what kind to get?"

"Magnums." A familiar voice from the past softly said.

"Bobby Turner? Is that you?" I turned to see the short, average built body of my old boyfriend. "I can't believe I'm running into you like this. This is so embarrassing." He was wearing a red vest and a nametag, meaning he worked here.

"I saw you come in, you must have missed me mopping up the front. It's been a while. You look great. I guess you found a willing boyfriend?" He wasn't at all jealous or upset. His words were filled with the same calm and confident charm that attracted me to him.

"Yeah, but we've never...It's actually gonna be our first time. I have no clue what to get." I had no clue why I was being so nervous.

"Nervousness doesn't suit you. it makes you look like those nerdy science girls on TV. All I imagine is you in those big circular glasses with braces and a bad haircut, please stop." He was joking with me and gave me a small pat on the shoulder. "Well listen, if you're as big as I remember you'll definitely need some magnums. They're in the black and gold box. If it's the first time, and still a guy, you'll need some lube too." He was even more charming than I remembered.

"Thanks Bobby, ummm, is there a certain type you suggest?

"Well, being your first time it should be a nice slippery one, and unless you want mixed feeling about the whole experience you should grab one of the plain ones. The heating and cooling ones are for when you wanna mix things up and try something new. The Astro stuff works great, it's right over there. Anyway, I gotta get back to work, it was nice seeing you Sam."

"Wait, Bobby, I'm guessing from the advice that you've had sex now, how is it?" I felt compelled to know, to keep him talking.

"You'd be correct. I ended up losing it soon after we broke up. It was, what's the word I'm looking for, unique. Anyway, for the dude you're doing it to it's gonna hurt, a lot. He's gonna need a lot of preparation, you might wanna use a small dildo on him or all your fingers or something." I visibly winced at his words even though I already knew it would. "Don't worry, he'll love it after he's used to your size. For you it'll feel great, a lot warmer than a mouth, and probably tighter too since he's a virgin."

"How'd you..."

"Please Sam, if I'm not mistaken, the guy you're having sex with should be Alex Winters right?"

"Yeah..."

"You said you two were gonna be roommates in college. I can connect the dots. Anything else Sammie?" He seemed worldly and mature now.

"Enemas?"

"Aisle 3, next to the toiletries. If you need to talk, just look me up online. I'll be leaving for the military soon though. It was good seeing you sweetie. Just relax and take it slow with Alex, you'll do fine."

He just walked away. The feeling of closure filled me. Bobby was always more than an escape from my feelings from Alex. He was charming and a gentleman. He gave me my first kiss and truly taught me to be comfortable with my body. He was scared back then and admittedly he wasn't perfect. He tried his hardest to ignore the part of me that was male. As much as I tried to ignore it as well I simply couldn't and can't. Those feelings are a part of me and Alex accepts that. He knew me when I was just a little boy and watched me transition to the woman I am and understands me. Bobby is Prince Charming, but I didn't need the prince. I need Alex, the silent and watching knight. I didn't need to be changed by true love's kiss. I just need my sweet Alex, faithful by my side.




True Love Ch. 06



Purchasing the condoms felt a little weird. The guy behind the counter gave me a look that. The look said he thought I was a slut for having sex with guys with big dicks. Oh little did he know. In truth I don't know why I bought them in the first place. I had no intentions of using them, but I had them just in case Alex had different feelings. I also got some normal ones in case Bobby was wrong or if Alex needed them. I decided against the dildo as well and I would just use my fingers. Now I needed to grab some lingerie and some candles for the room. Everything was going to be perfect. The only true lingerie store in the mall was Frederick's and that was perfect. I wanted to feel sexy and nothing said sexy like slutty lingerie, maybe that's just me? 

"Hello miss, welcome to Frederick's. If there is anything you need just give me a holler, my name's Violet." She went back to sorting the hangars after her, what must be, mandatory introduction.

I wanted to feel sexy underneath my clothes during dinner and so I started looking for slutty bras. My attention was distracted by all the sexy clothes around me, but was soon drawn to the corsets. There were simple zip up ones that looked like and actually were fairly cheap, but I didn't want cheap. I wanted quality and soon found myself picking through a row of traditional strung corsets. I particularly had my eye on a sultry white one with blue lace accents. It looked perfect, not too much and would match perfectly with my lightly tanned skin. I kept searching through the stack but was disappointed when I couldn't find one in my size.

"Violet, is it possible that you have one of these in a 34B?"

"We just got those in, I'll go check the back." She left for only minute and returned with the one I wanted. "You said 34B and here it is. Do you want me to hold on to it while you continue to look, or do you wanna try it on now?"

"Oooh, thank you so much, and yes if you could onto it please. I need to find some bottoms." Yes yes yes yes! Score one for Sam. Alright, now I need some white matching panties.

"Might I suggest some white leg stockings and these matching bottoms? The bottoms have the same color accents and the stockings would match with the garters that come on the corset." 

"Violet, you are a lifesaver! I love you. That would be perfect. I'll just try these on."

"Miss..."

"Sam,"

"Sam, if you're gonna try on the corset you are probably gonna need some help tying it up in the back. Would you like some assistance?" Oh no, I didn't think of that.

"Ummm, if you would please?"

"Of course Sam, right this way."

Once in the changing room I started to remove my sweatshirt and t-shirt. When I removed my shirt I was greeted with the gasp of Violet upon her appraisal of my body. She complimented my fitness and felt her eyes trail over my body. She undid my bra for me and I felt myself shiver from the contact of her hands on my back. I had to be careful not to get aroused in sweatpants. They never did hide my secret well.

"You have beautiful breasts. Very perky. Sorry, my hands might be a little cold."

When bringing the corset around my torso she let the back of her hands trail along my nipples and I shivered once again, but this time from a spike of arousal. She was starting to turn me on. She went to work expertly on each string and started pulling them tight. When they were all secure but not tightened she reached around to adjust it on my bust.

"Just have to adjust it a little and make sure it's straight."

Her hands grabbed at my chest and I tried my best not to moan. I felt another part of me start to stiffen and could feel the fabric of my sweats start to shift. I started to move my hands down to hide my arousal, but was stopped by Violet.

"Keep your arms out straight. I need to ensure it is tightened properly."

"Ok..." I moaned under my breath. 

Being told what to do turned me on even more. Violet was in control and she knew it all too well. She was very pretty. She had short black hair, her bangs covered one eye. The eye that I could see was green and very alluring with the heavy dark makeup she wore. Her skin was soft and milky white. It seemed to glow in the tenderly lit changing room. Her dark clothes only seemed to heighten the glow of her pale skin. She had a piercing on her bottom lip and one in her tongue as well. Her chest looked to be even smaller than my own, as well as her ass. She was skinny, very skinny, and it showed in her slender face. Her cheeks were slightly sunken and her jaw was narrow. She didn't look anorexic, but instead looked like a girl with very high metabolism. There was healthiness to her weight. Thoughts of destroying her small tiny pussy with my big cock filled my head as she continued to tighten the strings. I could see images of her screaming as I plowed into her again and again. I could lift her with ease and just pull her onto my dick and drive her into a world shattering orgasm right here, right now. She wouldn't resist. I wouldn't let her. Oh yes, she would beg me not to, but deep down I know she would want it. She would want to feel all of me, feel me cum deep inside of her. 

"Sam, miss, hello? I'm finished. It fits perfectly. If you need anything else just let me know. I undid it enough that it should just slip off. I'll be up front if you're satisfied and want to purchase it."

What just happened? Did I just imagine everything? What is wrong with me? I looked down and my dick was making a noticeable tent in the front of my sweats. There was a definite bulge where there shouldn't be one. Maybe she was too busy with my corset to notice. I didn't bother trying on the panties. I know they'll fit. I waited for my bulge to go down and put my clothes back on before heading back out front to purchase the items.

"Thanks for shopping at Frederick's Sam." She handed me my bag.

"Thanks Violet." I felt confused. Had I imagined everything? Was it all in my head?

This day was getting to me. Teasing Alex all day has been horrible to my libido. I can't help but think of Bobby's words and how he said that it would hurt. It would kill me to put Alex through that kind of pain. What is wrong with me? I fantasize about causing pain to a woman I don't even know and then I feel horrible about what I wanna do tonight. It would be a miracle if I could make it through the day mentally intact.

*****

-Alex-

Waiting in the food court after dropping off the equipment was peaceful. The food court was in the middle of the mall and the entire ceiling was a massive collection of windows. The sun was free to shine through the slightly tinted glass and if you sat in the glow there was a warmth that spread over you. I had only been sitting for a few minutes before I saw Sam almost running around the mall to get to the food court. She was in a very fast walk and even elbowed a few people out of her way in her rush. I raised my hand above the crowd and called out to Sam. The people around me were starting to look up in alight alarm and I motioned for her to slow down. She shortened her steps and finally reached me. She nearly jumped into my, not even attempting to slow down before falling into my arms. She pulled me into a deep kiss and I became self-conscious with the people around us and pulled back.

"I missed you too sweetie. What has you in a hurry? Here, sit down." She sat down on my lap instead of the seat next to me.

"I have to tell you something baby." She had a look of serenity on her face and it put me at ease.

"What is it sweetie?" 

"I ran into Bobby Turner earlier and he made me realize something about ourselves." The mention of Bobby had less of an impact with her in my arms. "We're still eighteen, and we're still young and inexperienced in life. I think we should find another way to earn money." I moved to speak, but was kindly stopped. "Baby, I love that you came up with a very creative idea, but it's not what we need right now. I'll help out in any way I can and we'll make it through college together. If you need to get a part-time job, then I will join you and we can do it together. Is it alright if we don't make porn together?"

"Sam, of course it is. I told you it was just an idea. I was having my doubts in the first place. We can just use the camera I bought for home movies." The price suddenly flashed in my head. "Really really really high definition home movies." She laughed. 

"Oh yeah, my bad, we could still use it in the bedroom if you want or we could use it to film and work on your baseball mechanics."

"I would like that." We kissed. "I have to tell you though, when I bought the camera I ran into Jessica. My conversation wasn't as nearly as revolutionary as yours was with your ex. She was just as selfish as I remember, plus she got a bit chunky." Sam broke into an unstoppable laugh.

"Oh, wow, I always imagined her gaining weight after high school. I bet she was all over you too."

"Yeah, it was kinda awkward. I requested another salesperson and gave the commission to Josh."

"Who's Josh?" She sounded puzzled.

"Just some kid, you ready to get lunch? I'm starving."

"I thought you'd never ask."

-15-

Lunch was uneventful. We got some grilled chicken salads, extra chicken, and then walked around the mall for a little while. We walked by the electronics store and shared a good laugh at Jessica's expense. It seemed mean but we needed it and made sure that she didn't see the laughter. We stopped in a few stores and bought a few things for our dorm room. One of the things that we bought was a lava lamp, Sam's idea. She was always fascinated by them and was easily amused by the constant flow. Sam ended up buying my a training bat, it has a weight on the core and when you swing it flings the weight forward. She bought it to increase my bat speed. She called it an investment into our future, but she said it in that cute way that told me she did it just because she wanted to. 

When we finished at the mall it was already past 4 by the time we got home. We dressed into our gym clothes and headed to the gym in town. It was a no nonsense kind of workout. I think Sam was lost in thoughts of tonight. Her face was far away and lacked the usual fierce concentration. She kept staring at the clock with a look of fear. I couldn't tell if she was nervous about tonight or couldn't wait for it to come fast enough. When I worked up a strong sweat I started to notice her gaze shift to watch me instead of the clock. I tried to just continue my reps, but do you know how hard that is when you have someone eating you alive with their eyes? Somehow I did though and we finished up after about 30 minutes and headed home. 

Sam insisted that I shower and change first by myself. She also handed me an enema and insisted I use it. The details of which I'll leave out. I'll just say that it was a unique feeling. When I finished I decided to wear a simple black long-sleeve button up shirt with a grey sports jacket and a pair of khakis. I always hated the feeling of dressing up. I could never tell if I was dressed right or not. Sam usually just told me I looked fine, but I always felt like I was wearing the wrong color or style of something. 

Sam wanted her outfit to be surprise. She wanted me to wait downstairs so she could have that classic cliche' slow walk down the stairs. When I heard the bathroom door finally open I felt I had been drifting away in my head for hours. In all actuality it had only been about 45 minutes. I stood up and stood of to the side of the stairs. The first thing I saw was a smooth muscled calf and a heeled foot. The high heel was the black strapped kind, the flip-flop looking one instead of the slipper kind. The next thing I saw was the glowing surface of her green dress. There was a high slip between her legs that showed a considerable amount of thigh with each new step. The dress itself was simple, no unneeded frills or folds. It was a sheet of green adorned on the body of a goddess. The fabric hugged her curves instead of draping over her and stopped right above her breasts, leaving just a small amount of cleavage showing. The dress made Sam's skin glow even more than usual and when her face came into view and saw the awe on my face she smiled. Her smile came through and lit up the room. Her face looked angelic. Her hair, which usually laid flat down her shoulders, was done up in a ball of curls and tail. The frame of her face was accented by the glow of diamond hoops on her ears. Knowing her parents, those rings probably cost more than some people spend on used cars. She was the picture of beauty and there was no one on Earth more stunning. I felt severely underdressed all of a sudden.

"You look amazing Sam, I, I'm speechless. You're so beautiful, I feel und..."

"Shhh, you look handsome sweetie. I'm glad you like my outfit. Shall we?"

Sam had a way of removing all worry or doubt from a person. She just seemed to put everyone around her at ease. In all my years with Sam I had never known anyone to actually lay a finger on Sam for who she was. Her beauty and charm was genuine. She was pure, yeah, pure. The entire drive over my thoughts drifted to our future. I imagined her as a mother. She would be an amazing mother. I could see her playing with our daughter and teaching her how to be a lady. She would be protective and nurturing. If they ever felt scared or hurt she would be their harbor of protection. She would calm their fears with her smile and soothing words. Before I knew it we were seated at our table in a fancy looking restaurant. I felt tears in my eyes as I snapped out of my dream.

"Baby, what's wrong?" She judged by the blank look on my face that I wasn't truly upset.

"Oh nothing Sam, you'll make a wonderful mom someday." I don't know why I said it out loud.

"Alex..." She started to tear up and moved quickly to stop the tears from smearing her make-up. "Baby, don't make me cry. What makes you say that?"

"Just a thought is all. I imagined you playing with kids and raising them. You'd be great at it." The words just flowed from me, they felt right leaving my mouth. They were honest. "Sam, I love you, and I always will. I know we've only been dating for a few months now, but...I..." I felt choked by my shyness. "I can see myself with you forever Sam. I can see myself growing old with you." By now my head was low, it was hard to make eye contact while speaking from the heart. "I know we're young and all, but I've never been surer of anything in my life." I still couldn't bring myself to look up.

"Damnit Alex!" Her words shocked me and brought my face up. "You're not supposed to ruin my make-up!" Her eyes were smoky. "I love you so much Alex. Without you I don't think I could have the confidence to be who I am. Without you I'm not myself. Did you ever wonder why I insisted on being called Sam again?" I shook my head, having never understood why. "I was born Sam. Samantha wasn't my name and I felt that if I went by Samantha that people would think I was being someone I wasn't. You were the only one to continue to call me Sam through my entire life. You've been there my whole life and never even questioned me once. When everyone else was asking me why I wanted to be a girl, you weren't with them. You accepted me from day one and I'll never forget that."

"You got a lit..." I stopped and just wet a napkin. "We gotta stop those tears from falling." I started to wipe the smeared make-up from under her eyes. "The waitress is gonna think I broke up with you or something." Just like that the tears stopped.

"Thanks Alex, thank you for everything." She kissed the side of my hand and started to dig into her hand-bag to fix her make-up.

"I love you Sam. Now, what to eat?"

*****

The rest of dinner felt rushed, as did the drive home. Sam's hand dug into my thigh with lust during the entire trip. There was a sense of urgency in every movement. The keys couldn't unlock the front door fast enough. Her hands continued their assault on my ass and hips. From the instant the door flew open Sam was on me. She turned me around and pushed me backwards into the house, slamming the door behind her. She pounced onto me and stumbled onto the steps of the stairs. There was a blur of skin as she moved quick to remove my jacket and work on the buttons of my shirt. Upon seeing my bare chest she ran her sharp nails across it. Her hunger just seemed to grow from there. 

The trip up the stairs was difficult to do backwards with Sam all over me. Her tongue was aggressive and forceful. It wasn't the best kiss we shared, but god was it exciting seeing her so worked up. Her passion was intoxicating and I found myself returning her kisses with the same level of aggressive lust. I let out a grunt of pain as she shoved me against the bedroom door. She used the momentary lapse of kissing to pull the shirt off of me. I was sure that I heard the seams rip. The door was opened suddenly and I felt myself lose footing as she shoved me onto the bed. 

"Take your pants off. Your underwear too." There was a gentle edge coming into her voice. "Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to."

I did as I was told and quickly took off my shoes and the remaining scraps of clothes. The room faded away as I slowly closed my eyes. I could feel a hint of insecurity at being so vulnerable and nude, but didn't cover up in fear of upsetting Sam. I could hear a click sound from various corners of the room. The darkness in my vision had started to brighten, she was lighting candles. The calming scent of lavender filled my nose, but just barely. I could hear her start to remove her dress in the far corner of the room. Thoughts of seeing her bend over and stripping filled my head. There was a bit more shuffling and then her voice sounded again.

"Okay love, you can open your eyes now." Her voice was free of the aggressive lust that filled her earlier. It was sweet and loving.

The sight before me was the most arousing thing I'd ever seen. Sam was standing in the corner of the room, slowly walking towards me. Her legs were covered with white stockings which were secured by clips hanging from a white and blue corset. Her bust seemed to be spilling out over the edge of the tight corset. Her breasts never looked bigger, and neither did her bulge. The fabric of the matching panties seemed stressed to the point of breaking underneath the swollen organ. 

I didn't have to say a word to her. She could see the arousal on my face, plus another part of me. She grinned when she saw the signs of my approval and crawled into the bed beside me. Our hands cupped each other's faces. She pulled me into a kiss. This one was soft, gentle even. Her lips just lightly nipped at mine. I was reminded of our first kisses. They were nervous and searching, searching for signs that this was it. This was the next step, we both knew what was coming and it was new to us both. Would our feelings change afterwards? How would this affect our relationship? Would anything change at all? Just when I thought I would think myself out of my certainty, Sam was there.

"Are you ready Alex?" 

"I think so, just be gentle Sam."

"I got you baby. Now lift your legs for me and spread those sexy cheeks."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I lifted my legs. I saw her wiggle out of her panties and reach across to grab a bottle from the nightstand. She really did have everything prepared. The snap of the top was loud in the quiet room and I felt a twinge of fear as I felt her hand cup my ass. Instead of the cool sensation of her fingers, I felt her tongue gently lick my hole. It was still an odd sensation, but a nice one. Every movement was slow and after licking for a minute I felt her fingers rub circles around my hole. It felt good, even tickled a little. 

"Alright sweetie, this may hurt a little."




True Love Ch. 06



I just nodded my consent and I felt the penetration of her pointer finger into my ass. Her finger was small, but inside my ass it felt huge. I looked down to see that she had only inserted it to the first knuckle and was slowly working in more. There was a look of concentration on her face. I knew in my heart and in my head that I wanted this, but I couldn't help but feel that there shouldn't be anything inside of me and I started to push against it. That only served to open me up apparently and I felt her finger drive into me fully. 

"Whatever you just did sweetie, just keep doing that. You just took my entire finger, how's it feel?"

"Ugh, better."

It did feel a little better and I did my best to keep pushing against her. I felt a squirt of more lube on my ass and soon the pressing of her second finger. With my pushing her second finger slipped right past my hole and soon she was working both fingers in and out of me with ease. The unpleasant feeling was very quickly replaced with one of pleasure. I could feel a warmth coming from my ass, a tingle that drove the entire length of my dick, and a feeling of submission under Sam's control. I started to moan involuntarily, much to Sam's delight, and soon felt the beginning invasion of a third digit.

"Just stay strong baby. After this I think you'll be ready. Then I can be inside of you. I can fill you with my length. We're almost there baby."

Her words were as calming as the lavender scent in the air. I did my best to relax, but the feeling of unwanted invasion filled me once again with the added finger. It was a new kind of pain. It was a true pain that you do your best to fight through in hopes of it going away, but it doesn't. At least that's what you think. I couldn't help but think that with the new stretching that the pain would never die down. It was irrational and silly, but it was there none the less. The pain eventually did fall away, but it felt like an eternity later. Even after all the pain I could feel that my dick was harder than it had ever been. Sam's fingers were swirling around and I felt them spread and tighten and spread again in an attempt to open me up even more.

"Do you think you're ready sweetie?" The purity was in her voice, there was pure concern. 

"Just be gentle, I think I can take it." I really hope that's true. "Only stop if I tell you to. I'm pretty sure I might scream or something, but just keep going, I'll be fine love."

"I love you."

"I love you too Sam."

This was it, the moment of truth. I could hear the cap of the lube open and close followed by the squishing sound of her free hand running along her length. In all my doctor's visits as a child I always found it easier to look directly at the shot as it went in. I felt her fingers withdraw from my ass and I felt empty. I saw her hips inch closer to mine and the slick head of her dick press into my ass. It felt huge. It felt bigger than even three of her fingers. I did my best to push against her and open up for her, but it just wouldn't budge.

"Just relax love, look into my eyes."

Her face was glowing in the candle light and I lost myself following the dance of the flames in her brown eyes. She smiled for me and started pushing again. I would be a liar if I said it didn't hurt, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The tip of her was the smallest part, her fingers opened me up some, and also there was a whole lot of lube involved. I couldn't imagine this without it. She stopped when her head was completely in and I sighed in relief.

"See baby, you did it. You feel amazing baby."

Her hips started moving and I felt the growing pressure of her length. Her dick was massive and I started to wince with every added inch. The only lingering sense of comfort was her face. Her face was filled with pleasure and complete bliss. Sam was enjoying herself fully and after a minute I started to too. I started to enjoy the feeling of being stretched. The pain drifted away with thoughts of how far she could go inside of me. 

"Oh god, you're so tight baby." I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to be fucked.

"Fuck me Sam, just fuck me!" I screamed.

"Finally..." Her hips started to pull back. "Hold on sweetie."

With that her hips slammed forward and I screamed again. I felt full. She reached somewhere deep that I thought was unreachable. Her hips didn't stop at my scream. My screams only seemed to drive her harder into me. She wanted me to scream even more. Her hips were a blur. I started to lose focus. She leaned up and grabbed me by the top of my thighs. I felt her knees against my sides and her thrusts started to come harder and harder. She was pulling me into her and I started to hear her flesh smack into mine. 

"Oh god, please slow down..." I pleaded.

There was no response, there was only pure lust in her face. She was lost now. I knew the look. There was no reaching her and I could only moan. I felt a pressure build inside of me. I felt like I was going to cum, but I didn't. Her dick was absolutely massive and I felt as though there was a bat up my ass.

"Take my dick you little slut. I've wanted this for so long. You're so tight!" She was practically screaming. "Who's my little bitch? Ugh, you're so good. Say my name, tell me my name."

I paused unable to speak. Why on Earth would she want to hear that? Her hips only thrust harder and I felt like she was going to break my ass in two.

"Say it!"

"SAM!"

"That's it baby, you want my cum? You want my cum deep inside your ass?"

"Yes Sam! I want to feel you shoot it deep inside me!"

"Well here it comes, I'm gonna cum Alex! I'm cumming!"

I felt her head expand inside me. Her dick slammed into me one final time with more force than I thought possible. I felt the warmth of her cum fill me, and then I felt it on top of me. I had cum at the same time she had. She must have cum a pint, it felt like, inside of me. Her face dipped and she laid my feet down beside her and leaned in to kiss me. She looked tired and spent. She collapsed on top of me and I felt everything drain from me. I couldn't move and didn't even feel like it. I was happy where I was. Her tree trunk was still buried deep inside of my ass and stayed there.

"That was...Oh wow..." She breathed at me. "I love you so much Alex."

"I love you too Sam." 

I felt myself start to drift to sleep. I gave one final look at Sam and saw her eyes resting dreamily. I had found true love. Everything in life was perfect.



True Love Ch. 07



-16-

I felt myself stir in my sleep. I could feel the warm air around me. It was morning now. I was at peace, a common feeling I had in these past months. I was no longer a virgin, at least my ass wasn't. It was then that I noticed the searing pain in my rear. Sound now filled my ears and I was aware of the world around me completely. I was alone in the bed once more. I could tell I was even before I finally opened my eyes. 

Despite the pain in my ass, I was happy. Colors seemed brighter, the bird's chirping was more melodic, and the air smelled sweeter. Music was playing around the house, pop music from the sound of it. The music was muffled by the closed door though. I glanced over at the end table and noticed a note laying on it, most likely from Sam.

"Good morning lover. Last night was amazing. I'm so glad we were finally able to do that. Get some rest and be ready to return the favor tonight. I want you to be at 100% before it's my turn to get it from my man. I'm sorry about leaving you so early, but my parents wanted to treat me to breakfast. Your mom said she'd be making you breakfast. Clean up and spend the day with your family and I'll see you tonight. I can't wait to be alone with you tonight. Love you - Sam"

Her note sent a tingle through my groin at the thought of tonight. I felt rested enough and decided to hop out of bed. Only problem was that I found it to be a bad idea because as soon as my feet swung around to touch the floor I felt a pressure in my rear. My asshole clenched tight in both pain and the urgency to us the restroom. I fidgeted into a pair of underwear and shuffled into the bathroom. 

As I struggled to use the toilet without wincing I drifted into my thoughts. Is this what I'll have to deal with each time I have sex with Sam or is this just from the first time? Will Sam go through the same pain as me or is it only this painful because of her size? I had a blast last night, and I've never felt better in my life. There is a warmth in my chest and my heart feels so full of joy that it could burst, but if this is what I have to go through every time is it worth it? I already know the answer in my head and of course it is, but if that's the case then why do I feel any doubts at all? God, what the fuck is wrong with you Alex?! You love Sam with all your heart and soul and you two just shared a wonderful evening and experience together, you shouldn't be questioning anything at all. This is silly. I know how I feel and I know that I loved what we shared last night and will gladly deal with this every time if it means being with her. 

Eventually everything worked itself out, both on the toilet and in my head. I hopped in the shower and proceeded to soap up and scrub the filth off of me. When scrubbing my ass I couldn't help but wince as my finger grazed my hole, and yet I felt compelled to feel inside myself. It was the first time I had ever fingered myself and I was surprised at how easy my finger slipped inside. It stung a little but my fascination had a hold of me and I just had to do this. My mind trailed to last night and how it felt when it was Sam's fingers and I imagined it was her finger instead of my own inside of me now. When I tried to drive deeper though there was a pain that shot through my wrist and I snapped out of it. 

After drying off and getting dressed I rushed downstairs, compelled by the smell of delicious bacon. My mom had prepared the same spread that Sam had made yesterday and it was just as delicious. We ate and she told me about the Thanksgiving party. When she finished I told her about my day with Sam, leaving out the dirty details. It turns out that my dad had a massive hangover from the party and was still trying to sleep through it. Mom had a personal bet at who she would see emerge from the room first, and judging from her story, it would be a miracle to see my dad anytime soon. 

"If your father ever wakes up, me and him have the whole day off, what did you wanna do today?"

"Well Sam and me usually go for a run to start the day and then after lunch we go to the gym. If I have the free time I usually practice baseball by either watching film or playing around with my swing or something." I was trailing off towards the end, my thoughts drifted to how much I didn't have a life besides for Sam and baseball.

"You really love her don't you?" My father's voice snapped me from my thoughts.

"More than anything." I meant it and my words carried that weight.

"I can tell." He smiled at me before breaking off. "Alrighty then, what's for breakfast?"

We spent the next couple of hours laughing about their party. We talked about Sam and me as children. It was nice to think back on all the things we had done together. Mom told me about how she had explained to me what Sam was doing when she wanted to be like the other girls. She recalled me being perfectly happy with it. I told my mom that I thought Sam would be a great girl and going on about how when we played together she was always the best at role playing. 

I was surprised when dad told me about the first time I told Sam she was pretty. Sam had just gotten back from clothes shopping with mom and Steph and Sam was wearing a white dress with green flowers on it. She had a matching flower band in her hair, which was naturally curled outwards past her ears. They had applied make-up to her face and red polish to her fingers. She wouldn't stop twisting her foot in nervousness and I thought it was the cutest thing in the world. I told her that I thought she was beautiful and she was a really pretty girl. Dad said that we were both blushing and Sam kissed my cheek and said her thanks. 

Thinking back on it now, it is the only true first memory I had of Sam. The only other memories I had were those that were told to me or ones I saw through pictures. I had only ever known Sam as a woman. As soon as she saw the other little girls in our pre-kindergarten class, she knew who she was. It's funny how simple it was for her. There was no question in her mind as far as who or what she was meant to be. 

Then when we started going through elementary I noticed other girls in our class would wear clothes that boys would wear. Other adults would call them "Tom-Boys" and I would think that what Sam did was normal. I thought that maybe it was normal that some boys would act like girls and some girls would want to act like boys. Sam wore a different dress every single day. She never wanted to be like the boys. She would sit and watch form the sidelines when we would play kick-ball or play in the dirt. I started to join Sam on the side of that little dirt field and we would play other games like tic-tac-toe or slaps. We started to make our own fun and just like at home, we were inseparable. 

It's easy to look back on your life and ask "What if?" Most people I know have asked that question and wondered how their life would be if they decided to do something else instead. I don't think I've ever had that concern. Sam has always been there for me and I have done my best to do the same. I really wouldn't want it any other way.

After relaxing for the first part of the day, my dad decided that he would go jogging with me. We ran for several miles before the old man finally gave in and we walked the final couple miles home. It was nice to spend time with my dad. He was a working man and I always loved him for all he did for my mom and me. We had our obvious troubles after the other night, but I couldn't hate him for it and still appreciated everything he did. 

When we got home and showered we spent the rest of the day relaxing in the living room and watched old movies together. We were busy all the way up till dinner watching the original Star Wars trilogy. It was a family favorite. In between movies we would take a break to eat lunch, and I missed the first half of the final movie working out at the gym. 

I was happy with my drama free life. It always seems that people are surrounded constantly by endless fields of problems that needed to be solved. I knew that I would need to start working a part-time job soon, but it didn't concern me. For some reason I knew I would make it through with Sam by my side. 

After dinner my parents were content to let me go. They knew how much being away from Sam was killing me on the inside. I thought they were being a little dramatic, but I wasn't going to say no. I changed into my PJ's and walked next door and knocked on the door. I could see Sam's father walking to open the door.

"Hey Mr. Summers. Is Sam..."

"She's in her room, keep the noise down. Steph isn't feeling well."

I agreed to keep it down and ran upstairs to Sam's room. I knocked before entering and quickly came in. Sam was in the middle of an online match of Call of Duty. She was using a headset and so I simply took up a seat on the floor beside her and tried not to disturb her match. Her room was the same clutter it had always been growing up. The walls were bright pink. Her desk in the corner was a scattered mess of psych books and random notes. The plain white carpet on the floor was covered with several pieces of clothing. She would never pick up her clothes after trying to decide on an outfit. I could tell from the scattered protein bar wrappers and scattered water bottles that she had spent nearly the entire day locked in this room. Her hair was tied up in a bun in order to keep it out of her face. She was wearing one of her science shirts and a pair of boy shorts. I could see the distinct outline of her flaccid member in the bright red panties. Through her shirt I could see that her nipples were poking visibly through her top. The image of her perky breasts sitting naked under her shirt flashed in my mind.

"Hey sweetie." I tested to see if she was too distracted or not.

"Hey babe." She leaned her head over for a kiss before her next respawn.

"How's your mom?"

"She's gonna be okay. She had some bad seafood at the party." She paused while focusing in on a kill. "Thanks for asking. How was your day with your parents?"

"Pretty good actually. Dad and me went on a run together and then we all watched Star Wars together. Good kill. So did you get to do anything?"

"Used the home-gym to work out earlier and then spent my day up here showing noobs how it's done. Dad likes the new camera, he thinks the home movies are a cute idea." She zoned out towards the end, focusing on the game.

Her next game had just started and so I moved to sit behind her. When my hands roamed over her shoulders and started to massage, she melted. I moved my fingers along her muscles in search of tension. Her back was full of knots which I did my best to work out.

"Oh Alex, that feels wonderful."

I tugged at the bottom of her shirt and started to strip it off. She quickly caught on and shrugged it off in a hurry and resumed playing. With the shirt gone I started to knead her entire back. She started to let out little moans as I maneuvered around her tension. Moving closer, I planted kisses on her neck and shoulders. Each kiss was soft and wet. Her shoulders were starting to quiver and the tiny clear hairs were beginning to rise in the cold air. I wrapped my arm around the front of her shoulders and pulled her into my chest. By now she had long since abandoned playing the game. Her fingers had begun to roam over her body, tweaking her nipples and rubbing her panties. Her moans were quiet, but were filled with lust. 

"You have to try and stay quiet love, your parents are downstairs." I whispered into her ear as I nibbled on her ear lobe. "Get on the bed, face down." My words had sunken deeper and throaty in pitch.

I felt empowered by the sudden rush of control and she only moaned hazily as she got up to do as told. Her ass swayed as she walked and she looked at me over her shoulder once before lying flat and keeping her face buried in her pillow. I stripped naked before climbing onto the bed and straddling her ass. The feel of her ass on my exposed member sent shivers up my spine. The sudden urge to fuck hit me with an impossibly strong force. I had to fight it to keep my intentions in check. I continued my massage on her back, now able to put my weight into each press and squeeze. Her back was now completely relaxed and so I caressed her neck, lightly grazing it with my fingers. My fingers continued their dance down to her ass.

Sam had converted her body into a fat-burning machine, but her ass maintained a supple bubble with an underlying firmness. I took a moment at each pass to grip her ass and spread her cheeks. The warmth from her cheeks enveloped my dick and I had to fight my urges even more. I leaned forward to gently kiss her neck. Sam would twitch, just slightly, when my lips and my breath left the surface of her skin. The subtle scent of berries filled my senses. My hands, on either side of her hips, braced my weight as I glided down her back. The warmth that graced my groin departed as I moved my hips lower. My face was now buried at the start of the crack of her inviting ass. With each nearing kiss I could hear soft squeals of joy come from her pillow. I skipped past my final target of pleasure and planted wet, almost licking, kisses on her inner thighs. The surprise sensation caused her whole body to shake and I steadied her quivering muscles with a light smack on her ass. The only solicited another giddy squeal from my lover. As I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue reached forward to lick the back of her sack. Her balls, large and egg like, pulsed with need. Gone was the scent of berries and the air around my nose was now that of musk. The usual feminine aura that pervaded her essence was replaced with a somewhat masculine, intoxicating aroma. I tasted it on my tongue and drew her loose skin into my mouth. The attention on her balls caused her, equally large, dick to strain against the stiff mattress and caused her to squirm in discomfort. To alleviate her pain, I reached underneath her hips and redirected her member into the open air between her thighs. She breathed a thank you as I continued to focus on her swollen balls while keeping my hand stroking her length. Pre-cum had begun to bead at the tip of her dick and so I moved down and kissed the agonizingly sweet liquid off of her. The newly placed attention on her insatiable dick had caused her hips to begin to slowly drive into the mattress.

Deciding I couldn't stand it anymore, I ventured my mouth to the small button that my lips had never touched. The smell was very similar to the one around her groin, but slightly more feminine. The subtle scent of berries had returned and gave me the courage to inch my lips towards the wrinkled but beautiful flesh. Sam insisted on the cleanliness of that area of her body more than anything. She had been using baby wipes to wipe herself ever since we were little, and I had to admit that the whole area looked, not only clean nut appealing. With a quick movement I planted my first kiss on her pretty flower. To my surprise there was no taste. I don't know why I was surprised, but upon the discovery that it tasted like every other inch of skin I dug in. I couldn't stop myself, I wanted more of her. My hand abandoned its efforts on her now rock hard shaft and both my hands found themselves gripping tightly on her ass cheeks in a focus to pull the flesh apart to reveal more of her hole. Her muffled screams only spurned me on further to drive my tongue as deep into her as possible. The inside of her ass tasted almost sweet. It was such a foreign flavor that I had to have more. Her hips were now fighting to against my hands in order to pull up only in an effort to just drive back down. She was a wreck up pleasure, trying her hardest to orgasm against the soft fabric of her blanket. As much as it pained me, I had to stop before she finished all over the bed. I pulled my body back up to match hers and turned her head to face mine. I kissed her on the lips with her ass still fresh on my own. 

"I can't have you finishing before I deflower you love. Get on your knees sweetie." 

The look on her face was pained with need, but I could see the utter pleasure behind the pain. She pulled herself up onto her knees and her heavy member fought its hardest against gravity to remain erect against her stomach. I began to lick a few of my fingers and took my seat behind her sexy ass. I slowly inserted one of my fingers inside of her and it went in with the simplest of ease. I could tell that she had done this before and the moans that came from her pillow told me she loved it. With little more than a couple of quick thrusts I began to insert a second finger. It too slipped in with a relative ease, but this time there was a little bit of resistance. I tried my best to spread my fingers apart inside of her as I continued the gentle stretching thrusts. When I inserted a third and final finger I felt her body begin to melt under the sensation. Her shoulders had at first slumped low, but after they were fully inserted and I continued my movement I could see her back begin to tense. I felt her ass begin to squeeze tight against my fingers and her moans turned into cries of pleasure. 

"I'm....ungh..." 

Without even meaning to, I had driven her to orgasm. I looked down just in time to see her dick erupt with cum. The usually small head had flared to impossible dimensions and opened to with each new blast of cum. With her ass angled into the air the way it was, each huge shot of cum landed in a pool on the blanket around where her breasts were just slightly suspended. When my fingers stopped I was immediately met with Sam's frantic voice.

"Don't stop! Please don't stop, I want you inside of me Alex!"

Her voice was still high from the throws of orgasm, but who was I to refuse her plea. Still not wanting to harm her I used the only lube I could see and scooped up a handful of her cum from the blanket and liberally applied it to my rock hard dick. The thought that this was crude washed over me, but after Sam moaned that it was the sexiest thing she's seen I pressed forward.

This was it. This was the moment I lost my virginity. I felt the tip of my dick press into her pucker. Sam took the moment of hesitation into her own hands and slammed her ass back onto me. 

"Ugh! Oh go...That..." I was at a loss for words as Sam continued to move her ass along my dick. "Your ass feels amazing Sam!"

"Your dick is perfect. God! Promise me you'll fuck me every day for the rest of our lives!"

"I promise Sam!"

She felt absolutely amazing. My dick felt like it was on fire from the heat of her ass. I took a ahold of her hips and begin to pull her onto me as my hips began to time themselves with my pulling. Sam and I both were in heaven and couldn't stop our moans of bliss. Everything about this felt right. I felt at home inside of her. The sensations began to flood my mind and I knew that I wouldn't last much longer, it was all too much.

"I'm going to cum soon love. I can't hold it, you feel too good."

"Keep fucking me baby, I'm almost there!"

I could see her hand moving at a feverish pace along her impressive length. I took her huge member into my own hand and began to stroke her in rhythm with my thrusts. I could feel her swell inside of my hand and I knew she was close like I was.

"That's it baby, oh god you are amazing, keep stroking me baby."

"I'm cumming Sam!"

I felt my whole body tense. It struck me such force that I burst forward and slammed into her ass with massive force. Sam cried out that she too was cumming and I could feel her ass squeeze tightly on my dick as it had on my fingers. It felt as if her ass was sucking the cum right out of me and I just kept cumming. I felt as if I had cum as much as Sam for once. When my body finally stopped tensing I collapsed onto Sam as she did as well into the bed. 




True Love Ch. 07



"You were amazing Alex. Oh god, I don't think I've ever cum that hard." Her voice was exhausted.

"Me too, that was just, ugh, perfect. You were perfect Sam. I love you."

"I love you so much Alex. Thank you for making me feel like a woman."

We kissed and drifted off to sleep.



True Love Ch. 08



-17-

"Hey sweetie, can you come in here?" Sam called out from the shower.

I was finishing up my stretches from our morning run and about to join her anyway. Months had passed since Thanksgiving and my rookie season in college had come and went along with many other events. Sam and I both passed our finals a couple months back with A's and hit the gym extra hard during the summer. 

I stripped my clothes off and joined her in the shower. She was already soapy when I got in and I took the time to catch up while she worked her conditioner in layers through her hair. 

Her body was stunning to see. She used to be a small framed, extremely tiny boy who grew into a girl with a slight hourglass. Now she was a woman with curves. Her commitment to training had morphed her body into one of womanly power.

"So what'd you need me in here for love?" I gripped her shoulders softly and laid a kiss on her neck.

"Can you wash the middle of my back for me?"

"I'll wash anything for you." 

She giggled and handed me the soap, Pomegranate Splash, and I started a good lather on her back. The intimacy of the moment always got to me and I couldn't help but get excited from my hands sliding over her naked flesh. I was standing far enough away that she didn't notice, but as I washed more I felt I was subconsciously inching closer and closer to her. As if sensing my arousal, Sam pushed her ass back and lined her rear perfectly. She hooked her arm around my neck and pulled my lips towards hers.

"Fuck me." Her voice was a whisper, barely heard over the water.

To emphasize her need she pushed herself onto me and I felt my tip penetrate her rear. She gasped at the intrusion and pulled me hard into a kiss. I lost myself to her lusts and pressed my hips forward until I couldn't go any farther. She bit my lip hard and rotated her hips in a circle, grinding her ass.

"My God, you're wonderful Sam."

My hands drifted to her hips and I started pulling her to meet my thrusts. She unhooked her hands and braced herself against the wall of the shower. With each thrust her moans continued to get louder. She had now begun to rub her breasts with her free hand. I wanted to feel her pulse and shoot in my hand so I reached and found her fully erect, just waiting to be touched.

Her dick was always a wonder to feel. It was as hard as stone but as soft as velvet. The subtle veins under the surface pulsed along with her heartbeat. After a few minutes of stroking I could feel her large head begin to swell even larger.

"Oh Alex, I'm cumming!" She screamed and I felt rope after rope of her thick cum shoot out against the shower wall.

As she came her ass clinched impossibly tight and pulsed causing my own explosive, albeit less copious, orgasm. I pulled her body snug against mine as I came down from the high that follows and pulled out.

"Happy Anniversary Sam." She squealed with glee at the notion and turned to give me the biggest hug. "I love you."

"I love you so much! That was amazing." She released her clutch and went to work finishing her washing while I stepped out to dry off. "Did you have any set plans for us today?"

"Well, let's see. We started the day with breakfast in bed prepared by yours truly." I had puffed out my chest and placed a hand and bowed in a joking manner.

"Which was delicious, thank you so much for that."

"Then we worked out."

"Don't forget the extra one in the shower." She poked her head out and winked playfully.

"Now after we get dressed, I had a plan for a little walk and picnic." She squealed in delight after the mention of a picnic.

"How romantic of you. Going anywhere in particular?"

"Yes actually, but that's a surprise."

"I love you."

-

It didn't take long for her to get ready. She was dressed in a knee length sun dress. The white color contrasted perfectly with her tanned skin. Her hair had grown to reach the middle of her back now, and instead of doing it up in a bun like usual, it was laid straight along her back and kept neat within a pink ribbon. Her curves showed beneath her dress and even with all her muscle, she was the most womanly image I could imagine.

I was dressed in a loose fitting white button up shirt and some thin khakis. Together we looked to be dressed in complete comfort and we were. As we made the walk she had her arms looped through my own while cradling the basket with her wrists. She had her head rested against my shoulder and we talked about the past year together.

The season had gone tremendously. While I had been a minor sensation my senior year of high school. I was ignored by scouts as a fluke. I had only gotten the scholarship since I lived close and was scouted heavily as a local talent.

With Sam's help with my workouts, filming, and in overall support, I had amassed the best rookie season in college baseball history. No longer written off as a fluke I was drafted by my favorite team, the Astro's as the number one pick. Unfortunately due to NCAA rules, I was ineligible to join the minors until after my junior year. 

Sam had perfect grades and was prized through the university as the most likely candidate to graduate Summa Cum Laude. Her year went so well that she signed up for a full load of classes for this semester. I was worried that it might stress her out too much, but she waved it off and said that the sooner she finished school, the sooner she could join me.

-

"How much longer, I feel like we've been walking for miles now?"

"8.4 to be exact, and we are almost there. Just through this set of trees."

When we crossed the set of trees there was a lake. It was a beautiful blue lake that reflected beams of light from the unimpeded sun. It was deserted and seemed almost untouched by people.

"Looks a bit like Lake Fisher doesn't it?"

"Oh my god Alex, it's beautiful! How'd you find it? Online?" Her hands had come loose and went to her mouth to suppress her surprise.

"Nah, when we were practicing for those half marathons a few months ago I had stopped jogging the trail to relieve myself. I found this lightly traveled path and kept walking until, well, this." I gestured toward the lake.

"This is perfect Alex. I love you so much."

"As I love you sweetie."

The walk had taken a couple of hours at our leisurely pace and we were both hungry. So Sam set out the blanket, from the basket, a few yards from the water. Then she pulled out the containers of food and served.

We ate happily next to each other. There was tuna salad, chicken sandwiches, and sparkling cider for the feel of champagne without the whole underage drinking thing. It was all delicious, but we both were enjoying the feel of the sun and the breeze coming off the water.

"Do you remember the first time we held each other's hands?" I asked while grasping her hand.

"Hmmm, I can't say I do, when?" She scooted closer as we leaned back to enjoy the occasional gentle wisp of cloud drift by. Her head rested against my chest.

"It was the last day of summer after fifth grade. Both our families were going to Lake Fisher to relax and enjoy the weather. I had a small panic attack over the scare of going to junior high and to calm me down you grabbed my hand. You told me everything was going to be alright and that you would be there with me. I made you promise and you did. You held my hand for the entire car ride. We had touched hands and held each other for short times, but this was the first time it was done in order to comfort. I had never felt more secure. That was until a year ago, when we started dating. Being with you feels right." 

I felt myself rambling it seemed and stopped myself. I hadn't heard a word from Sam the entire time and looked down at her. She had her eyes closed and there were tears starting to stream down her face. I instantly sat up worried. She clutched onto me and never left my chest.

"What's wrong Sam? I didn't mea..."

"Shh, it's okay, everything's fine. That was beautiful. You're beautiful." She loosened her grip and sat up smiling and laughing while trying to wipe her tears. "It's just nice to hear stories now, years later, of how much you care and how you feel with me."

"Well, every word is true." She beamed and took a few more moments to wipe her eyes, careful not to smudge the tiny little bit of makeup she did have on.

"Hey, grab the camera and take some photos of me down by the water!" She sprang to life and patted my chest before bolting for the water.

I picked up the camera and started to snap some photos of her modeling by the shore. She was doing various poses from t.v. ads or magazines she had seen. She was giggling and showing off her vibrant smile the whole time.

"Now, studly. Take your shirt off. I wanna see some muscles while modeling." Her words came out through a big playful grin. 

"I won't argue with that, I'm sure the sun feels wonderful." I set the camera down and picked at every button slowly.

"Oooh, baby!" She whooped and whistled while clapping her hands together gleefully. "You might think I'm joking, but you'd have a hell of a career if you traded in you cleats for a g-string."

"You're joking, you'd never let those other women anywhere near my g-string." 

"You're right, I want you all to myself."

By now I had finished stripping my shirt off and the sun did in fact feel wonderful. By the time I picked the camera back up Sam had already begun playing with her breasts. She was squeezing them and pressing them together, pinching for her nipples beneath her clothes. The show was making the bulge in my khakis begin to show.

"Is that for me?" She motioned with her eyes, never stopping her teasing. "Come closer, I wanna see it jump when I take this dress off."

I walked closer to the water and kept snapping pictures every few moments. She reached her hand down and formed a "V" with her fingers around the bulge in the front of her dress. She closed her fingers and ran them along her length. She rubbed at every curve of her body before reaching for the straps of her dress.

"Would you like me to take this off?" She spoke in her seductive voice, swiveling her hips the whole time.

"Yes please." Speaking was becoming difficult.

"Oooh, a please. Well since you asked nicely..." She scooped down one strap at a time before sliding the dress down slowly. "Do you like my body?" 

I could only nod and snap more pictures as her bra and panties came into view. She was wearing white lace lingerie. Her perky B-cup breasts stuck out just enough to hide her nipples. The clear outline of her abs could be seen as it trailed to her panties, which were bulging prominently from the pressure of her growing erection.

"If you wanna see more, you're gonna have to show me something as well." She spoke in her teasing way as she started to rub the member that was tucked between her thighs. Without speaking I started to remove my jeans and underwear. "That's it baby, you are so hot. I hope you know that."

"Do you want me to keep taking pictures?" I was now completely stripped and hard for her.

"Yes love, I want us to have something special to remember this moment for the rest of our lives. A good memory to hold onto, no matter where life takes us." For a moment her lust faded and I saw Sam. She broke free from her lust and separated the short distance between us and gave me a big hug with a kiss on the cheek. "Now, hush up and let me do everything love." I never questioned Sam, she was always right and by far the more sexual of us two. 

She backed away and continued her striptease. Her impressive length, no longer restricted by lace, hung semi-erect between her thighs. As if listening to an inaudible beat in her head she began to dance and sway her hips to the music. Her eyes were shut and I could see every care melt away with the sun and breeze. She appeared to be every bit of the majestic goddess she was with the light casting its' shine off of the water. It made for some beautiful pictures.

"Come over here love." She seemed so relaxed. "Keep taking pictures, but I want you to be in them. Rub your dick with mine."

She wouldn't have to tell me twice. It took a few moments to steady the camera with one hand, but soon I had it handled in one hand with two dicks in the other. She was so large that I couldn't come close to closing my hand around both of our girths. She appreciated the contact as much as I did and moaned out loud.

"Oh sweetie, that feels so wonderful. Now, use your mouth." It didn't come out as forceful, but as a request from a lover. "Hand me the camera please."

I felt a twinge of fear wash over me. We had discussed pornographic before, but opted out. My nerves caused a moment of hesitation and Sam saw it immediately.

"Don't worry love, these are for yours and my eyes only." She grabbed the camera from my hand and flashed that smile before I dropped to my knees before her. 

I gripped the base of her shaft. I was just barely able to wrap my fingers around her base. It always sent a chill through me feeling her pulse in my hands, feeling how powerful she was. I rested my other hand on the back of her thigh, right below her ass. 

I teased her slightly, planting small kisses all over her. The first kiss, right on her tip made her shiver before I heard the distinctive click of the camera. I kept kissing down her length before lifting her dick and licking her large egg shaped balls. The licks were wet and sloppy and even made a noise when I started licking the back, by her ass. I made sure to cover them entirely in spit before moving back to her tip. Going in from the side, I took half her tip in my mouth and licked the other side with my tongue. I could taste the distinct sweetness of her pre beginning to flow. 

"Play with my ass."

It sent shivers down my spine every time my fingers danced around her hole. There was something primal and thrilling about exploring my lovers insides with my fingers. It was exhilarating feeling her open up to one finger and then two. When my fingers couldn't push any further she began to thrust forward. 

Her dick forced it's way past my lips and began to push against my throat and caused me to gag once before letting her slip inside. My hand didn't move and I just let her slide along my fingers. My eyes had begun to water as she increased the intensity of her thrusts. 

"I don't know what...feels better, your face or your fingers?" She paused her thrusts for a moment between her sentence. She wiggled her ass around my fingers while snapping a couple pictures of her dick fully lodged in my throat and the tears in my eyes. "Mmmm, I think right now I like your fingers. I might need something a bit bigger here in a second." She slowly slid her dick out of my mouth, taking a picture every inch or so. "Alright lover, lay down on your back, I wanna try something new." I did as I was told and laid down in the grass. My dick was sticking straight up in the air in anticipation. "Alright sweetie, close your eyes for me and keep them shut until I say otherwise."

My vision went black and not too soon after I could feel her ass begin to press against my face. I was commanded to lick and the moment my tongue touched her hole I was rewarded with hers on my dick. I had grown used to licking her ass and actually enjoyed it quite immensely. I think Sam did as well, because that was when she was the most vocal with her excitement. When my hands gripped both her cheeks and pulled her into my mouth she would squeal loudly and push back as far as she could. This made breathing difficult, but that just seemed to add to the thrill. 

While she was sucking I began to feel something strange. She was going very slowly from base to tip and I could feel her hands around the bottom of my dick. She was squeezing and testing the muscle with her fingers almost as if exploring my stiffness for the first time. I was tempted to look, but knew any effort would be futile with her ass pressed into my vision.

What confused me was the fact that this wasn't new. We had done this almost every night. Sam liked her ass licked and giving blowjobs more than anything else, and this position allowed both while getting us both ready for the main act. 

After thanksgiving I assumed Sam would want to be on top. She was always more aggressive than me, bigger, and had a larger libido. But I was wrong in the end. Sam wanted to feel like a woman more than anything. She felt more pleasure from her backside than she did her front. There was still that part of her that turned dominant and aggressive when she was excited, and sometimes she would use my ass. Her logic that she would tell herself, for no apparent reason, was that girls would use strap-ons on guys and that this wasn't much different. I enjoyed the surprise and it definitely kept our sex life interesting. For the most part though, when she felt like being in charge, she would be on top and ride me.

"Perfect." I was brought back to reality by something tying tightly around the base of my dick. Her previous words rang in my head now. "Now..." she slipped off my face, much to my disappointment, and turned around to sit on my hips. The weight of her hard dick and heavy balls were resting on my stomach. "Take pictures of me riding you." She trusted the camera into my still dripping face. "I wanna see how long you can stand this." She stood up a little to show me that the tightness I felt was her pink hair ribbon, tied into a tight bow on my dick. "Start snapping lover, and let me know when you feel like you have to cum." 

There was something so evil about Sam, but so erotic at the same time. I had long learned to just go with what she wanted, because she would find some way to convince me to do what she wanted. Not that it was a bad thing. Shit, I was having sex with the hottest girl I knew.

I pointed the camera and got a shot of my tied up dick being held by her hands and guided to her ass. It was a much darker color of red than I was used to seeing. The pleasure of entering her seemed more intense than I was used to and I had to fight everything in my being not to thrust inside her and cum right there. I just kept taking pictures as she hilted herself onto me and started to ride me up and down. 

My ears were filled with the wet sounds of her dick slapping my stomach and her ass sliding along my dick. The smell of nature had left my nostrils, instead it was now replaced by the smell of our bodies. It smelled like a combination of musk and berries. 

Sam was lost in pleasure and had her head thrown back, moaning loudly. She controlled everything. Keeping her hands on my chest, she planted herself into me and used the leverage to slam into my dick as hard as she could. Had I not grown used to Sam's appetite I'm sure I would have been squirming in a combination of pain and pleasure. Instead, I could feel the subtle squeezing of Sam's rear on my girth. Her ass would clamp tightly around my tip right before slamming down and gradually letting go while rising for the next slam. 

I knew better than to thrust back, but it was hard. I felt like I needed to cum and yet I didn't at the same time. I saw through the eye of the camera that my dick had turned nearly purple with how much blood was trapped in there. I would have thought it would have grown numb by now, but instead it felt more sensitive to her every move. It was so much that I couldn't think anymore. The camera dropped from my hands.

-

-Samantha Summers-

I opened my eyes and saw Alex's eyes rolling into the back of his head in pleasure. I could tell he needed release, but it felt too good to finish now. I had never felt anything like this. His chest was so firm and warm in my hands and his dick felt like it was on fire in my ass. 

My head was swimming with emotions and thoughts. It was hard to think straight. I love him so much and I would never forget this moment. I felt wet streams rolling down my cheeks. 




True Love Ch. 08



"Was it raining? No, I'm crying. Why am I crying? Of course you're crying Sam. You're having sex with the closest person you'll ever have to a soul mate and you can't help but think that you two won't be together forever. He has a future in baseball. He's been drafted and he'll play in the major league in a couple of years. He'll be on the road and some girl will show him an experience I can't. She'll use her perfect pussy on him and he'll love it. Alex will want kids eventually, right? What if that comes up and he moves on to a real girl? How could he truly love someone like me? I'm not what he wants. I'm not what he needs. We should have just stayed friends. There's no way he'll just be okay with going back to the way it was before, he thinks he loves me. Why does this have to be so hard? Because you love him stupid! Quit being such a baby and accept the fact he loves you already. He says it all the time and never does anything to make you question it. And good God what a body he has now. His chiseled muscles are perfect and beautiful. He is amazing in bed. He can fuck for hours, top and bottom. He knows you better than anyone ever could and you want to break it off because, why?"

My thoughts were broken by his hand reaching up and brushing my cheek. He was wiping the tears away with his thumb. I looked down in his eyes before nestling my face closer into his hand. My hips were still rocking onto his. It was only now that I realized how much I wanted to cum.

"Let me fix that for you." His voice dripped with confidence. 

I could feel his other hand reach around under my ass and grab the ribbon. He pulled very slowly and the look on his face was so precious with pure relief. His hips slammed forward and the ribbon released from him. It caught me by such surprise that I moaned and kept making as I felt both of us cumming at the same time. 

Everything stopped. The world froze around me. I looked up and saw the burnt orange sun setting on the horizon of the lake. It was beautiful. It was perfect. He was perfect. It was true love.



True Love Ch. 09



"Merry Christmas Alex."

"It's not Christmas yet." I grunted and shifted under the covers. I was awake, but didn't want to be. I was trying my best to be a grouch early, like most mornings, but I knew that my mood wouldn't last long. Sam, being her usual bubbly self, had a gift for bringing me out of my shell early in the morning. "Christmas is a week away Sam."

"Haven't you heard of the twelve days of Christmas?" Sam was sitting on top of me and the covers. She was wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of Christmas themed panties. "It's only two days away, and besides, we have that party to go to tonight. So get in the Christmas spirit Scrooge." All I saw was Sam's grin bearing down on me. It was the grin she wore when she knew she had won. It was so endearing and genuine that I couldn't help but relent.

"Merry Christmas Sam." I grumbled the early celebration at her and returned the grin. As much as I wanted to keep up my grumpiness, it was impossible. "So what's the plan today my love?" I asked off handedly while wiping the sleep from my eyes.

"Mmm, I love that deep voice you have in the morning." She ground her hips into mine for emphasis. "Anyway, I thought maybe we could fool around a little and then do some shopping together before going to the party. Does that sound good?"

Her proposal for sex came off so casual as if she was ordering something from a menu or talking about the weather. I almost didn't catch it at first. I wanted to say something, maybe try to argue against her abruptness but I knew that it wasn't an absurd request. It was actually how most of our mornings started. So I didn't answer directly. I just leaned forward on my elbow and pulled her head towards my own and kissed her. The kiss was soft, opening, inviting. Her lips pressed against mine and parted slightly. She planted small wet kisses on my lips. My eyes closed, letting my other senses feel the moment. She tasted minty, like her toothpaste. I could smell the berry shampoo scent on her hair mixed with the new aroma of her sandalwood body wash. She had just showered. I weaved my hands through her hair. It was like silk as it laced in between each of my fingers.

Her hands roamed across my bare chest. She was playing with my nipples, pinching them lightly with her French tips. I bit her lip lightly with each new pinch. She liked to mess with my nipples when she wanted to feel dominant. She never pinched too hard, just enough to let me know her intentions. Each nip on her bottom lip let her know the message was received. Her hips started to grind aggressively into me through the covers. The thin layer of fabric weren't enough to stop me from feeling the growth inside of her panties.

"Darling." She paused in between kisses, never truly breaking the embrace. "Can I fuck you today?" I opened my eyes and saw the need in her eyes. Her eyes pleaded with me to let her be the dominant one. It was an uncommon request, but a welcome one.

"Sam, you never have to ask. Of course you can, how do you want me love?"

"God, that is possibly the sexiest thing you've ever said." She started to pull her shirt off, exposing her perky breasts. My mouth watered thinking of licking her beautiful nipples.

"I'm pretty sure I've said that before." Sam pulled herself off of me and laid back in the bed to pull her panties off, but I stopped her before she could pull them down. "Let me."

She moaned her approval as I tossed the covers off both of us and straddled her thighs. I kissed at her nipples, feeling them harden in my mouth with each wet kiss. I glanced up before continuing and saw her with her hands behind her head, eyes appreciating the view.

My eyes did the same, savoring every inch that I saw as I trailed down her body. Her body was as firm and toned as ever. Her skin was silky smooth. I could taste the subtle flavor of her lotion as I trailed my lips over her flesh. I felt each of her defined muscles quiver as I kissed the tight tanned skin. I felt her dick pulse against my chest as I got closer and closer to the top of her panties. Her abdominals flexed wildly as I let my breath tease right above her mound. I stopped myself and brought my face within inches of the only fabric remaining on her body. I inhaled deeply and let the subtle musk penetrate my senses. It was intoxicating. I could see the prominent bulge sticking out, making the red and white striped pattern distort slightly. My fingers were grasped firmly around the green elastic band and I fought every urge to pull down and shove her into my mouth. I needed to draw out the suspense.

"You smell so wonderful." I pressed my cheek into her hardness and rubbed along the length. "Do you want me to suck your beautiful dick darling? Do you want me to get it all wet so you can stick it up my tight ass?"

She was no longer idly sitting back. She was playing with her erect nipples with one hand and biting the knuckle of her other one. I could see that my questions had snapped her out of a trance. It took her a moment to answer, but she did so by staring deeply into my eyes. The look had been shared between us for years now. It was a form of silent communication that only deep personal friends shared. I knew what she wanted. My words, spoken out loud, only an affirmation that I knew what was drifting through her head.

I held her gaze and let my mouth open to suck at the tip through her panties. Her pre had soaked into the cotton leaving a small damp spot on the surface. Her hips were gyrating in a small circle in a futile attempt at feeling more from my mouth. I hummed in amusement, bringing out more delightfully frustrated moans from her.

I could see the need in her face. She was silently screaming at me. It had long become a game between us to see who would give in first. A game to see who could be pushed to the edge and either beg for release, or in my case pull down her panties and give in to my yearning desire to have her fill my mouth. If I had to guess the score of our little game I'd say we were nearly tied, but today she won. I couldn't take it anymore and in one swift motion she was exposed. Her dick sprung out and off of her hip. The towering beauty danced in the air as her legs shifted beneath me in an effort to remove her undergarment completely. I was mesmerized by the sight, as I always was. The pink tip shone with a mixture of spit and pre-cum. My hands held firmly against her flexing hips as my head weaved in the air and caught her with my lips.

She tasted sweet, as always. Her thick cock head filled my entire mouth and I could taste each drop of pre-cum as it dripped onto my tongue. I could hear her softly chuckle to herself before stating happily that she had won. I ignored the playful jab and slowly let her drift further back into my throat. Despite being together for over a year now, it was still difficult not to choke on her size every now and then. I gagged a couple of times, forcing a generous amount of spit to spill out of my mouth and down her shaft. I used my hand to rub it up and down her length, letting the excess pool on her ample balls. Each deep thrust soaked my chin in my own drool, making a mess of my entire face. I knew the sloppier I was, the more turned on Sam would get. She relished each noise of struggle that came from my mouth around her cock.

Her hands gripped the back of my head, heels resting on my back. She started fucking my face and I couldn't fight back the hacking coughs. She was brutal, but I liked it and she knew it. Tears ran down my cheeks and just added to mix of fluids on my face. Each time her massive dick broke through my throat I would gag up more saliva. Satisfied with her slickness, she let me go and my head flew back and into the air. I could feel everything drip down and off of my face. Sam's expression of amusement and lust told me that I must have looked absolutely wrecked.

"You like that sweetie? Look how slick you got me." Her dick looked similar to what my face must have looked like. It looked beautiful, dripping with my spit. "You did such a good job. Come here love." She bent a finger and beckoned me towards her for a kiss. Her kiss opened me deeply. Her tongue searched my mouth for any remnants of her taste on my tongue. "Well aren't you delicious?" I wasn't sure if she was referring to my mouth or not. "Here, let me clean you up a bit." She took the corner of the blanket and started wiping most of the mess off of my face. "There, better?" She looked me over as if appraising a piece of art.

"I think you missed a few spots. I still feel..." I paused trying to think of the right word. "Dirty."

"That's just perfect then." She gave me her most lustful grin and cradled my face. "Would my dirty man please get on top me and ride his girlfriend's big dick?"

The request, as it was voiced, sounded so sweet I couldn't help but to comply right away with the sense of urgency that was implied. I planted my feet on either side of her hips and squatted down. I gripped her by the base and lined her up with my hole. She was still slick and I took a minute to run it back and forth across my hole, preparing myself.

There was only a moment of pain as she entered me. That initial moment of displeasure was always the worst for me, but was immediately replaced by the wondrous feeling that only she could provide me. Her size sank into me and fit perfectly inside the space she had made her own. I paused for a moment when I felt my cheeks press against her balls. I let my ass sit there, testing her resolve to not move. I starting a slow grind, our signal that we were ready, and readied myself for what was coming.

Before the first thrust rocked me forward I saw her mouth out the words 'I love you.' I wanted to say it back, but she didn't let me. Her hips went from zero to sixty and I had to clamp my mouth shut to keep myself from screaming out loud enough to be heard by the whole dorm. Biting my lip was the only thing I could do to keep myself from shouting out. She was so strong. Each slam into my ass was pronounced by the sound of her balls slapping against my cheeks. She grunted beneath me, emphasizing each heavy thrust.

The powerful pounding only lasted a couple minutes before she slowed to a reasonable pace. She loved to make love for hours without cumming. She was constantly edging herself, getting right to the point of finishing before backing off. When she wasn't humping the breath right out of me she would either pull me into a kiss or explore my body with her hands. She would trace my muscles, pinch my nipples, play with my ass cheeks, or tease my dick in an effort to bring me as close as possible to cumming without me actually doing so. It took months of practice to get our bodies in tune with each other, but now every time we were together was a long tantric experience. When she felt all she wanted from one position she would switch us around, never removing herself from me.

She switched me onto my side, my personal favorite receiving position, and started her slow thrusts once again. Despite not being able to see her, it was the most comforting. I could feel her breasts press into my back and her kisses on my neck. She would run her nose through my hair and whisper sweet nothings into my ear. She wouldn't slam into me in this position. She would be gentle and loving. It was a small moment of peace in a world of chaos. She let her hips move from side to side, gently spreading me open. Sam would stroke my chest and caress my face.

Over the next couple of hours I would be switched from on my side, to being face down, to doggystyle, to standing, to missionary. Time didn't matter when I was with her. It was rare to get moments together like this where neither of us had anything to do. There was nothing better than this, being subject to her needs. Each moment had been burned into my memory and played through my head each time we made love.

After a particularly intense round of doggystyle I found myself back in missionary and I could see the strain spread across her face. She was fighting back the urge to cum with every slow thrust. I had to admit that it was becoming difficult for me as well and I stroked her cheek.

"It's okay Sam." My voice strained to speak. "Just let go."

"Promise to cum with me?" Her breathing was labored and each word took a significant amount of effort to speak.

"Always love."

"I'm..." It only took two more strokes and I could feel her grow inside of me. Feeling her sizeable cock swell pushed me over the edge. "Cumming..." Shot after shot of my own cum splashed across my stomach. Each one was timed out with what I felt shoot inside of my ass. Sam held onto me so strongly that I thought she would never let go. She gripped me so tight that I thought her hands would permanently mold to my hips. I wasn't sure if she was still cumming, but I felt her distinct pulsing continue for several moments after I had finished covering my body.

"That was fantastic!" She collapsed on top of me. "We haven't been able to do that for a while." I just nuzzled against her neck, trying to catch my own breath. "What time is it sweetie? I can't even move to look." It was hard to move myself, but I turned my head and saw the clock.

"Almost eleven."

"I think that's a record." She mumbled, speaking to herself. "Are you able to move and grab us some water from the mini-fridge?"

"I think I'll be lucky to be able to move by Christmas." I couldn't help but laugh. It was a hearty laugh that we both shared for a moment before I attempted to get up. Twisting my upper body was actually quite easy, but when I went to move my legs I found the dead weight of a particularly exhausted woman impossible to move. A feat made even more difficult after I realized that she was still hard inside of me.

"How in the world are you still hard?" I was now trying to push her backwards, up, and out of me, but her hips simply weren't moving.

"What can I say, you're hot and that ass is just too good to leave." She spoke with her face buried into the pillow, lacking the energy to lift her head an inch.

"Ha Ha..." I mocked laughter as I continued to struggle underneath her. "When you're done being cute I'd appreciate some help." I pushed again, but it was hopeless.

"Well I guess we're stuck, cause I'm never going to stop being cute." She didn't even try and move. She just laid on top of me and laughed. Each deep chuckle would send a pulse through her dick, reminding me of her still erect cock. I had to admit that it was hard not to find the situation funny. Here I was, speared by my girlfriend, both too exhausted to move, and with her saying smartass remarks into the pillow.

After a few minutes of maneuvering, failing, struggling, and more failing, she finally popped out of me. She was still hard and covered in cum. I could feel her hot sticky rod pulsing against my thigh before I was able to pull out from under her and collapse on the floor. Despite feeling like jelly, my legs were able to function still and I got us our waters. When I turned around to give Sam hers, I saw her sitting against the headboard with that grin painting her face.

"I guess I could move after all. Thanks for the water sweetie." All she did was beam at me. I huffed and pulled myself into the bed. It was hard to be mad at her. I opened the bottle and gave her a kiss on the cheek.

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It took a little while to actually get moving. In spite of the pain, once I was up, I found it was fairly easy to get myself ready. A quick shower felt like heaven on my body. The usual aches, pains, and problems associated with being the boyfriend of Samantha Summers were nothing new to me now. I cleaned myself inside and out before quickly getting dressed. I pulled myself into a decent pair of thick jeans, no holes in them, and layered up in a fleece shirt before throwing on my warmest jacket. I pulled my college letterman around my arms and waited for Sam.

I knew Sam would take her time getting washed up and getting ready. I took the time I had to get some studying in. Sam had made it very clear that I had to be well rounded in all aspects of my life if I wanted to be successful, talent would only bring me so far. I had to be in the constant hunt to improve myself. When I wasn't studying for class, I was building myself as a person. Sam started getting me ready for interviews. She knew some people in the journalism classes and we would practice unofficial interviews, going as far as to watch countless clips of old baseball ones. With work at the diner, class, baseball, and the considerable time in the gym everything just seemed to be piling up. I felt stressed. I could feel it building in me now as I was reading a textbook that I could care less about. I wanted to scream. I kept my rage inside myself. I clutched the desk, digging my fingers into the wood surface. Just when my thoughts became too much to handle, there was Sam.

Her arms wrapped around my shoulders. Her fresh washed scent fell like a wave on top of me. It was like she could sense my stress. She surrounded me and just like that my anxiety disappeared. She kept me sane. She kept me grounded. Sam was the only person that made it all piece together in an understandable way. All of a sudden each small stressor was just that, small and miniscule. My little problems were manageable.

"Shhhh, it's okay Alex. I'm here." Her voice was soothing in my head. "Just relax. Close your eyes. Breathe. It's all alright." She pulled the side of my head into her naked chest. Her heartbeat calmed my nerves. My breathing, which had accelerated, started to slow. "You can't let all this get to you. Take a break love, why don't you change the sheets. Distract yourself and I'll be back out in a moment."

"Thank you Sam. Thank you so much." I could feel myself shake with vulnerability.

"I'm always here for you." She cradled my head in her arms. "Come on." She pulled off and patted my chest from behind. "Get up and change those sheets. Then we can go shopping." Her voice was sweet and nurturing.

I took one last look at her toned rear before she shut the door to the bathroom. The aftermath of the morning was painted across the bed and I could see why she wanted me to clean up. It didn't take long to pull the old ones off and throw the fresh ones we had onto the bed. With the spare time I started cleaning up the room, letting the stressful thoughts flow away from my mind. I distracted myself.

Doing chores and menial tasks was the best cure we had found, so far, for my panic attacks. The first time it happened it frightened me. I started getting anxiety episodes all the way back in high school. They would be minor little spells where I would worry over the tiniest little detail, but after my first season of baseball in college they started to get worse. I would start to hyperventilate. I would sweat and scream and lash out at myself. I would ball up in panic.

I didn't tell anybody, but the pressure of letting people down haunted me. I played a sport where even the greatest players in history failed two out of three times. I felt the eyes of everyone watching me for every at bat. When I got drafted I knew that someday I might be playing on national television. If I got to that point in my career it was inevitable that I would strikeout in front of everyone. Everyone would see my failure and that frightened me.

When my head is clear, like it is now, all those thoughts seem so trivial, so silly. Unfortunately, these thoughts still hit me from time to time and I can't do anything but panic. Sam had seen far worse cases during her interning, but when it happened to me and she saw the look in my eyes it hit her too. She was the first person to see me fighting through one, and from day one she knew what to do. She was able to bring me back to Earth.





True Love Ch. 09



"Look at you cleaning the whole room." Sam came out of the bathroom putting a pearl earring in her ear. She was dressed in a pair of skinny dark blue jeans. She had on a pair of knee high brown leather boots and a white long-sleeved shirt with a small flowery design around the shoulder. "Feeling better?" I could see the concern on her face, but also the confidence that I was going to be alright.

"Never better." Her confidence gave me confidence and the whole episode passed from my head. "Aren't you going to wear a jacket? It's pretty chilly outside."

"Of course!" She beamed before going to grab her favorite jacket.

It was a jacket that I hated. It was a jacket that she had been wearing since junior high. The old ragged thing barely reached her waist and was filled with holes from wear and tear. The jacket was white, but had the slightest yellow tinge to it now. The right sleeve had a large faded purple Kool-Aid stain on it that no amount of bleach was able to pull out for some reason. She had gone through a phase sophomore year where she would wear glitter all the time and to this day, whenever she would wear it, I would somehow find glitter on myself for the next few weeks. The only saving grace was that it was a very warm jacket and not many occasions arose to wear a jacket like that in south Texas. Unfortunately, today was a day cold enough to warrant its wear.

"Don't give me that look. It's the warmest jacket I have!" She saw the face I made as I watched her put it on.

"You have a letterman like me though?"

"What? Go out with both of us wearing the same jacket? That's so corny, besides, it goes with this outfit."

"If you say so." I gave up. "Ready sweetie?" She hooked her arm in mine and gave me a big kiss.

"Ready."

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We arrived at the mall after only a short drive. The mall was only about fifteen minutes away from the dorm. It was actually fairly convenient. When we got out of the car we could see that it was going to be a busy day at the mall. There were cars everywhere. Parking the car was a nightmare and it seemed like we were a mile from the entrance by the time we found a spot.

Sam huddled next to me and cradled my arm as we made our way inside. I enjoyed the comfort of her proximity, but the back of my mind screamed thinking of the glitter I would find on myself later. Once inside the mall I saw pretty much everything I expected to see. There was quite possibly several thousand people shuffling about, many of them fellow students. There was an abundance of Christmas decorations and cheery holiday music playing through the speakers.

"I love the mall at this time of the year, don't you?" She was still cradling my arm as we made our way to the center of the mall.

"What, all the people doing their last minute..." I looked over at Sam and saw that she was giving me that look that told me I was being a Grinch. "I love it, it's magical." My voice changed from grumpy to mock-cheery in an instant.

To tell the truth, I actually didn't mind Christmas. I just couldn't stand crowds. I hated when people acted like animals trying to get the best deals. I preferred the gentle cozy up by the fire kind of Christmas moments. Then there was Sam. She ate this whole season up. She wanted the music to never end. She loved the bright lights and colors. It spoke to her inner sense of wonder and if she had it her way things would be like this twenty-four-seven, three-six-five.

My Grinch-like behavior started happening when the stress did, back in high school. Sam kept me in check though. She would tell me that I couldn't act like that in public. She made me conscious of my environment and that I was a public figure now. She had told me that my every action would be scrutinized and analyzed. A simple remark would no longer be a simple remark, but it would now be a political statement or stab at society. I argued with her at first, but I knew she was right. All you had to do was throw on a TV to see that any remotely negative comment, made by a person of any kind of fame, was news worthy. She insisted that I couldn't hate crowds if at some point I would be playing for crowds of thousands. I would have to smile and be charming to the public if I wanted them to love me. Like with everything, she was the voice of reason in my life and she was always right.

As we walked and took in the entire atmosphere we had found our way to the center of the mall, the food court. We maneuvered around the crowd that had gathered around Santa and found a table to sit at. Sam sat across from myself and just smiled. She was still shifting her eyes about, taking in every single ornament and display.

"So what are you trying to get today?" I asked, drawing her attention.

"Can't tell you." She gave me a cute sly smile. "It's a surprise."

"Is that so?" She nodded at me, silently saying 'yes' to my question. Her hands were gripping the sides of the table and I could see she was eager to start shopping. "You wanna go to one side and me the other? Meet back here in an hour or so?"

"You read my mind darling." Her ruby lips met my cheek, leaving a distinct mark. "Remember to have fun Alex." And just like that she was gone, heading off into the crowd of people.

I wiped the smudge of lipstick off of my cheek with the back of my hand and headed off in the opposite direction towards a nice coat store.

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-Samantha Summers- 

"God, how I love Christmas."

Christmas is by far my favorite holiday. The lights, the joy, the decorations, all of it! I wish Alex felt the same way, but I guess that's wishful thinking at best. I can remember every Christmas growing up. Alex never got anything he wanted from his parents. He wanted a bike one year and instead got a journal, a journal that he never even used. 

Don't get me wrong, he was always grateful. He thanked his parents every year for the presents he did get. After all the gift exchanges, me and Alex would meet up at one house or the other and play. He wouldn't gripe or complain, but it was impossible not to see the twinge of disappointment in his eyes. It wasn't like his parents were hurting, but they just didn't believe in gifts meant for enjoyment. Gifts were meant to be for personal growth in the Winter's Household.

The wonderful thing about this was that, despite his upbringing, Alex is always kind, generous, and giving to everyone he meets. I think his hatred of productivity is just him trying to spite his parents. Looking at him now, across the food court, he's signing autographs for a few of the local kids who probably saw him on TV. He lights up around children. He always stops what he's doing to talk to fans. I love that about him.

Unfortunately, I can't watch him forever. I have shopping to do. The unfortunate thing is that I have no clue what to get Alex. Ever since the falling out with his parents he has not once mentioned a single thing that he would like. Usually I could work with a clue from conversations, but this whole year he's been tight lipped.

After wracking my brain for, what seemed like, half an hour I gave up. It's hopeless. I need some perspective. I walked around some more and stopped inside one of the many jewelry stores. This one was familiar though. Claire will know how to help me.

"Hey babe!" I yelled over to my best friend Claire. She was working behind the counter, wearing a rather expensive looking black suit with a pencil skirt. She didn't appear to be busy helping anyone for the moment and so I wedged myself in between two business looking gentlemen to talk face to face with her.

"Hey Sammy!" She leaned over the counter and we gave each other a kiss on the cheek. "What are you doing here?" Claire asked with all the excitement she could muster without disturbing the customers around the store.

"I need your help." I saw the momentary look of concern from her bright blue eyes and spoke quickly. "Alex. I have no clue what to get him this year."

"Are you serious? What makes you think I'd know?"

Claire was a classmate of mine and one of only a handful of real friends I had on campus. She was a lot shorter than me, standing around five feet tall. She had a high squeaky voice to go with her size that was absolutely adorable. She was working to get her medical doctorate, just like me, and so we hit it off right away.

"You're really smart Claire. You, me, and Alex hang out all the time. Do you remember him saying anything about something he wanted?" Claire and I were both leaning across the counter, meeting in the middle.

"He hasn't said anything to me. What does he usually ask for?"

"That's the thing Claire." I was looking down at Claire. Because of her height compared to mine and the position we were in, her rather large bosom was slightly exposed and accentuated by her jacket. "He usually just gets boring practical things. I want to give him something that will make his face light up."

"Hey, eyes up here." Claire had caught me staring and used her two fingers to pull my eyes up level with hers. "We've talked about this, control yourself." Claire knew about my lust and really helped me control my arousal problems. I pinched my wrist and looked up at her face. When she knew she had my attention she continued. "Have you tried this? Ask yourself, what does he like?"

"You don't think I've tried that?"

"Just..." She sighed and moved her hands in front of her in a moving forward motion. "Come on."

"Well, he likes Baseball."

"Go on." Her face was calm, but I could see the wheels turning behind her eyes.

"He likes to run and workout." I felt silly making this list. These were all things that were obvious. Alex already had equipment. He had running shoes. He had everything he needed. "This is silly Claire."

"Keep going, that's all surface shit."

"He likes poetry." Maybe I could get him a book on poetry? Would it make his face light up though? Would he love it? Probably not. "He likes music a lot." And get him what, Sam? A CD? Really? "This is pointless Claire!"

"I think you're missing one obvious thing Sammy." I just stared at her. I was lost. "You Sam, he likes you."

"And what am I supposed to get him with that? Am I supposed to put a bow on myself and give him sex?" The businessmen who had drifted a little ways away from me took an interest in that and looked over at me. "We have sex all the time Claire. It wouldn't be special."

"Keep your voice down slut." She leaned over and slapped me on the shoulder playfully. "I'd like to keep this job!" Her slap was cute, her tiny hand had about as much force behind it as a child's would. "You're in a jewelry store. What about a piece of jewelry?"

"Why didn't you say that to begin with bitch?" I rubbed my shoulder hoping to concern her. "What do you suggest? What do women usually buy their men?"

"Quit it, you probably didn't even feel it." She was right. "To answer your question, watches and rings mostly. They come in, buy it, and sometimes get them engraved."

As she spoke the words I saw it. Sitting in the display case to the right of me was a case full of your classic men's watches. Big bulky pieces of metal with crystal faces, fancy bands, and some with jewels embedded in them. There were rows of rings meant for men. There were thick bands of various metals and stones. The thing I saw was different. It was plain. It was cast off to the side. The circular disk of silver.

"How much for that?"

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-Alexander Winters-

Getting around the mall was difficult to say the least. Once one person gathers around you, everyone else kind of does as well. It took me, what seemed like forever, to get through the last group, but now I had my first gift for Sam in hand and was on my way to grab a second one.

This is the year that I get Sam a new coat. I had seen her fuss over that coat of hers for years. No amount of bleach was able to best that sank in stain. No amount of washing able to eliminate the faded and aged yellow hue. She had spent years trying to fix it and gotten nowhere with it. I knew she was self-conscious when wearing it out in town, though she would never say it. She deserved to have a coat to wear that accentuated her beauty, instead of detracting from it.

The coat store was the largest store in the mall. It was more of a general apparel store, but insisted calling itself a coat factory. It took me a few minutes to find my way to the woman's apparel section. I looked through each rack of coats. There were so many. Some fleece. Some were leather. Some could barely even be called coats. Why can't women just wear a functionally warm coat?

"Can I help you? You look lost." One of the sales ladies must have seen me struggling and came over to help.

"No th..." I usually hated asking for help, but maybe a woman's perspective would help. "Actually sure. I'm looking for a coat for my girlfriend Sam." I noticed her tag. Trixie. I couldn't help but feel that she looked familiar.

"Well I would hope so. I don't think any of these coats would fit you." She laughed at her own joke and I the social pressure to laugh as well. "What kind of coat were you looking to get her?"

"I'm looking to get her a new winter coat." Perhaps I know her from English class?

"That narrows it down a little." She walked over towards a section of a few bulkier looking jackets and I followed. "What color were you thinking about?"

"Haven't thought about it..." Maybe the gym? "I'm sorry if this sounds weird, but do I know you? You look really familiar." 

"Not weird. I get that a lot." The corners of her lips curled into a sly grin. I really hope she doesn't think I'm trying to hit on her. "What about black?" She walked over to a new section. Her hips swayed a little more than they had before. "Retains heat, stylish."

"That works." Pixie face, slender shoulders, thin waist, apple bottom. Think Alex. You definitely know her.

"Price range?" She was still wearing that sly grin. The grin people wear when they know something someone else doesn't. She could see me wracking my brain.

"Three hundred." She was weaving between racks, trailing her fingers over each piece of fabric. She was in constant motion.

"Big spender, Sam's a lucky girl." She emphasized 'girl'. She knew who I was and was just toying with me. Why would she toy with me? "For that price, there's nothing better than a Trench Coat." She walked around the corner of a rolling wall of clothes. A whole new set of coats came into view, hanging up on the wall. "Double breasted, ass length, concealable hood." It was a normal sales pitch, but it felt oddly sexual with the way she said it.

"If you say it's the best, it must be." I didn't feel comfortable around Trixie. The coat looked wonderful. It was as she described it. The buttons were large and sturdy. The fabric didn't look to be itchy and was, in fact, very soft to the touch. Behind the large collar was a fleece hood with a large area in the back designed to provide plenty of room for the woman's hair to fit in without messing up too much. You could even unfasten it if you didn't want it on there. It was perfect. "I'll take it."

"Grab her size and I'll ring you up at the counter..." She was eerily bubbly in the face of my discomfort. "...Alex." The nail in the coffin. I didn't like her. I didn't like people toying with me. There's was nothing I could do about it though. I grabbed the coat and walked over to the register that she opened up. I felt a tinge of guilt getting to check out ahead of the twenty or so people waiting in line, but felt compelled to figure this out. "That'll be $270.61."

"Here you go, Trixie." She wasn't nearly as fazed as I was at the mention of my name. I handed her my debit card and she finished the transaction. I tapped my foot the entire time as she took her time placing the coat in the bag. She moved so casually as she placed the paper fluff in the bag to conceal the contents. Her every action seemed to be spiteful in contrast to the smile she carried on her face.

"Im sure 'Sam' will love it." She handed me my card back with the coat. "Have a nice day Alex." It's funny how a nice sentiment can come off as an attack.

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Sam and I continued to shop after we met back up. She had to continuously nudge me into smiling and to be merry. It was hard to shake off the encounter at the coat store, but eventually it slipped from my mind and I found it easier to let my smile show. It was impossible not to around Sam. 

We grabbed a cup of pretzel bites from that pretzel place that seems to be in every single mall I've ever known. We each tried to figure out what the other got each other, but neither of us could guess correctly. Not that we cared though. The surprise and suspense was the best part.

After our meal, if you could call it that, we drove back to our dorm. We still had a few hours until the party started and so we decided to fit in a workout at the gym. It was nothing too stressful, light weights and high reps. Sam mostly stuck to yoga nowadays. She had found her ideal figure and worked hard to maintain it. Functional fitness was her priority. After our routines in the gym we both went to do some laps around the indoor track.

"So, when did you want to exchange gifts?" She huffed as we jogged at a steady pace. It was quite easy to maintain steady breathing at our slow speed.

"I thought we'd do it on Christmas? Isn't that what people usually do?" I asked, unsure of where her question was coming from.

"Yeah, I guess, but wouldn't it be more fun if we did it spontaneously?" She added as we continued the run, our cool down laps coming up soon. "I mean, wouldn't it be special if we formed our own traditions? What if we exchanged gifts randomly throughout the twelve days of Christmas? It's still in the span of the holiday and it adds to the surprise because you won't know when the gift is coming." Her logic made sense, at least it did to me.

"If that's what you wanna do love, I have no problem with it." I smiled warmly towards her and looked down at my watch. "Time." We both broke from our stride and started to walk.

"I'm so excited." Sam gasped as she slowed down. "Whew, that was a good little run." I looked her over as she calculated her pulse. She looked at me as I watched her, eyes showing her mind's calculation. "You have something on your mind, what's bothering you?"

"What?" How in the world does she do that?

"Talk to me love." She stopped walking and reached out to hold onto my arm. The contact was warm and reassuring. "You know you can tell me anything."

"I know..." And that was true, I did know.

I could tell Sam anything. She was my safety-net. I was scared though. I hadn't even wanted to bring that girl up. She acted so sinister. What if I brought her up and Sam told me something I didn't want to hear? The mind can go to a dark place when you are in a relationship. It can imagine all sorts of things and tear you apart. I knew I had to tell her. What would go through Sam's mind if I didn't? As I was trying to process everything Sam was leading me to bench in the hall outside of the track. She sat us down and turned her body towards me and never broke eye contact. She had a way of making grown men feel like children sometimes.

"It's okay, whatever it is." Her eyes were watering up slightly, but she didn't look sad. Her face was flat as she waited for me to speak.

"At the mall." I paused, gripping the wood at the edge of the bench in my fingers. My hands were growing slick from nerves. "I spoke to a girl in one of the stores." Her breath caught and her eyes wavered for a second before nodding her head, telling me to continue. "I could have sworn I recognized her, but I couldn't place how I did." My voice was steady, but I kept pausing while trying to think of the right words. "It seemed like she knew about you and me."




True Love Ch. 09



"And." Her eyes no longer looked to be on the verge of tears and were instead gripped onto my lips as the story was told. She reached down to take one of my hands from the bench and hold it in hers. I couldn't tell if the action was meant to comfort her or myself.

"And it's not like we aren't known around campus, but it was the way she carried herself. It was like she knew something I didn't, like she had a secret. A secret about you in particular. One that she was intentionally keeping from me. I didn't probe, but it just felt weird. I couldn't shake this uncomfortable feeling when I was around her."

"What was her name?" Her face turned to stone. It was a look that now had me as concerned as I was when I was faced with Trixie.

"Trixie."

Sam's face smoothed out. Her eyes looked up as she thought on the name for a few seconds. She patted my hand a few times as the name registered in her head and she laughed a little. "You never figured out who she was, did you?" She asked now smiling. Her smile made me relax a little, but my nerves were still shot from all the suspense and I couldn't laugh it off like Sam had.

"No." I answered, my voice edgy, waiting to hear the answer to the mystery.

"Trixie Campbell." She said it like the last name would jog my memory, but after a quick search of my expression she went further. "No? Okay." She paused while deciding where to start. "I hope this doesn't upset you, but can we continue this on our way to the dorm? The party will be starting soon."

I agreed as we stood and grabbed our stuff and headed back to our room. I had felt uncomfortable before, but now I didn't know what I felt. Sam was so casual and light now. I had that feeling of tightness in your gut when you're left out of a secret.

"Remember when we talked about our sexual experiences in high-school?" I nodded that I had. "Trixie was the first person to see me naked. Not exactly sex per say, but it is kind of. It was in..." She trailed, trying to think. It was a short walk and we were getting close to our dorm building. "... Junior year? Yeah, junior year. I was a bit careless one day after a track meet and she caught me changing." She laughed as she was remembering the experience. "She, uh, she was so shocked." She was giggling after almost every word now. "And so was I. I mean, God, high-school was over for me. I thought I was done for." Since I had never heard about this it was safe to assume Trixie never told anyone. Sam calmed down as she wrapped up the story. We reached the building, just in time too. The temperature was dropping fast. "I was so mortified I think I dropped to my knees and started to beg, but she stopped me. I was a wreck. I was sobbing and crying." We got to our room and started the routine of getting undressed, showering, and then getting ready for going out. "Then she whipped out a dick of her own."

"Wait! What?!" I felt like my jaw was going to hit the floor with how fast it dropped.

"Yeah, it's crazy. It seems like something you'd read about online. Two transsexuals going to the same high school at the same time, crazy, but true. When she showed me my jaw started to hang just like yours is now." She used her hand to lift my chin back into place. "It's why my secret never got out. We promised to keep each other's truths to ourselves. It's why I never told you."

"That's believable, but why was she being so, strange?" We were talking while getting undressed in the bathroom. We'd have to shower together in order to make it to the event on time.

"Probably because she likes to mess with people. She knows about me. So that means you're technically in a relationship with a man." I was undressed first and got the shower started for us. "It's still scandalous to be gay sweetie. And then there is whatever you and I are. Seeing you probably brought her right back into high-school and I guess provided proof of the relationship. That's the best I got. Besides, Trixie was always weird sweetie. I can almost guarantee the place you remember her from is Senior Prom." Sam stepped into the shower with me and snuggled close to me as we shared the water. "Ooh, a bit warm."

"You're just cold from being outside in nothing but spandex darling."

"Shut-up." She playfully slapped my chest as she started to wash herself. "She was the one that brought her younger brother to the prom. He was like fifteen."

"Oh, yeah, and the chaperones felt so uncomfortable when they had to separate them during the bump and grind songs." I finished washing myself and started to wash Sam's back. "I knew I recognized her!" Sam pressed back into me as I washed her. "That brings back so many memories. Do you ever wish we had gone to prom together?"

Sam turned to face me, giving me a hug and washing the suds from her back. Her arms wrapped around me tightly and she pressed her cheek into my shoulder. "If that were the case, then this would be too much of a fairytale." She pulled away from the hug and stepped out of the shower. "It would have been a dream to have gone to prom with my best friend." I followed behind her as her already somber tone grew more so. "Some dreams don't come true."

"Sam...I... If I wou..." She cut me off as I moved to hold her.

"Don't." She held out her hand and stopped my movement as she dried off. "You have made me happier than any woman could imagine. Don't wish for things to be different." She collected herself, and just like that her face was back to her cheery self. "Now let's get ready for that party."

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The party that we were going to wasn't exactly a party per say. It was an event held by the college for select students and faculty. It was just our luck that Sam, our classes leading student, and myself, the school's best athletic prospect in decades, were both invited to the event. It was a chance to mingle with the teachers and discuss futures among holiday festivities. It was a high class, suit and tie kind of party. Not the kind of thing you wanted to show up late to. 

"Hurry up in there Sam. We have to get moving." I called into the restroom as I finished attaching my cuff links.

I was dressed in a standard black suit with a white dress shirt. It wasn't the most expensive thing, but it fit nicely. I decided to liven it up a little by wearing a red tie instead of a black one. Tis' the season after all. I had a black one in my pocket to place in the car in case I broke some kind of social faux pas.

"I'm coming, don't rush me." She dismissed me playfully.

Sam stepped through the door and my jaw lost control once again. She was dressed in a red cocktail dress that hugged her curves seductively. It came up to her mid-thigh. Her perfectly tan muscular legs had just enough room to walk without exposing herself. They looked so smooth. The dress was strapless and pushed her breasts together to expose a generous amount of equally glossy cleavage. Her long hair was done up and looked like a professional had been working on it for hours. One of the clips holding it all together was green and looked a little like a tiny sprig of mistletoe. In a word, she was exquisite.

"You look so gorgeous. Oh my stars. How did I ever get with such a hottie like you?" I closed the distance between her and me and pulled her into a close embrace, careful not to mess up her outfit. She smelled as wonderful as she looked. "What's that scent?"

"Oh hush." She pulled away and adjusted her dress. "It's new. You like it?"

"I love it. I could take you right now."

"You're making me blush, quit it." She grabbed her clutch and walked over to the door. "Ready?"

"Aren't you going to grab a jacket? It's freezing out there, weather says it might snow."

"All I have is my jacket sweetie, you know that. I can't wear that to this event."

"Hold on." I ran over to the bed and pulled out the shopping bag from earlier in the day. "Since we don't have to wait 'til Christmas. Here."

"Alex! Oh my, what is it?" She didn't need me to answer as she brushed the fluff out of the way and pulled the coat out, letting the bag hit the floor. "It's gorgeous. Oh wow, it'll go perfect with this dress. Thank you so much sweetie." She beamed at me, closing the distance between us, giving me the biggest kiss on the lips. Her bright red lipstick smearing as she pressed her lips into mine. "I love you so much, thank you." Sam removed the hood attached to it and put the coat on. She tied the belt tightly around her waist, accentuating her hourglass figure.

"Merry Christmas Sam."

"Merry Christmas Alex." We both chuckled, thinking of the actual calendar date. "Come on. I'll fix my makeup in the car."

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It only took Sam and me a few minutes to drive over to the student center. The air was indeed quite chilly. So much so, that we could both see our breath for the entire car ride. Before we got out of the car I took a look around and saw that people were dressed festively enough and so I took out the black tie and placed it in the glove box. 

"Don't be so nervous sweetie. You look so handsome." Sam comforted me. I didn't realize that I had started to sweat a little in the freezing cold until she reached over and grabbed my hand.

"Thanks. I'll be fine. You ready?"

"Yep." She beamed her radiant smile and let go of my hand.

Sam hooked her arm in mine and huddled in close beside me as we made our way up the steps. There were several couples and people walking beside us. Everyone seemed to be in light spirits. It was strange seeing so many of my teachers dressed up.

"Samantha Summers and Alexander Winters." Sam was the one to give our names at the door. Her voice so confident, as if she had done it a thousand times before.

"Of course. You both enjoy yourselves. Happy holidays." As he spoke, he handed us our tickets for our seats.

"To you as well."

Sam despised having to say 'Happy Holidays' to people. She had told me in the past that she wished she could get away with saying 'Merry Christmas' to everyone she met. She understood the political correctness, but it still felt like a crime to her that she wasn't allowed to speak her mind and wish the people around her the festive feelings that were nestled in the depths of her heart.

"I know that took a lot of restraint. Would you like a drink to calm your nerves?" I was half joking with her as I whispered into her ear.

"I would love a drink. Thank you."

Sam took her coat off and put it on the back of her chair. I found it a little difficult to pull myself away from her. I just wanted to hold her. She was so damn beautiful. With a great deal of effort I managed to turn away from her and went to the catering table and grabbed two cups of punch.

"Punch?" I offered the cup to her as she sat at the table.

"I would love some punch." She took it and sipped from the crystal glass. I watched her ruby lips as they pressed against the fancy glassware. Impure thoughts raced through my mind. "Delicious."

"It came from a glass bowl and everything." I had to sit down to hide my growing arousal.

"How wonderfully cliché." She chuckled to herself as she looked at the program. "Comfy?" She asked, giving a knowing smirk.

"Can't help it." I rubbed the back of my neck out of nervousness.

"Relax sweetie. We're gonna be here for a little while." She placed a hand on my lap. "We have to listen to a few speeches and then we can finally get up and dance."

"I can't wait." I found the sight of her exposed cleavage irresistible and I stared blatantly.

"Oh Alex, whatever will I do with you?" She blushed.

"Love me?"

"Of course."

She leaned over and kissed me. It was a light connection of our lips. They were so soft and supple. The kiss was over almost as soon as it began. There was always a moment of sadness when our kisses ended. If I could spend every moment attached to her lips, I would.

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Over the next hour or so we sat in our chairs. Plates of various types of food were brought in front of us. Every item was delectable. Sam and I ate and listened to all the speakers that came to the stage. The other guests at our table consisted of a couple of teachers and another student. The teachers asked us about our plans after graduation. I don't know what it was, but I felt like they thought my pursuit of professional baseball was silly. I did my best not to be rude, but their self-righteous tone was grinding on my nerves. I couldn't leave the table fast enough when they released us to dance and mingle with the rest of the guests.

"Relax dear. They're academics. They don't see the point in sports." Sam comforted me as she lead me to the dance floor. "Let's just dance. Forget about them."

Sam embraced me and pulled my arms to her. My hands moved with muscle memory. I held her hand and wrapped my arm around her slim waist. Her frame was strong, but delicate at the same time. She moved like a flower upon the winds as we glided along the dance floor.

"Why didn't we do this at prom?" I laughed lightly as I spun her around.

"Because I didn't think you'd ever want to dance with someone like me." Her eyes met mine. I could see her doubts and fears. She had no walls up around me. I saw her for who she was.

"You mean a beautiful woman?" She blushed.

"Always the charmer." She moved closer to me. Her head rested on my shoulder. It was a little awkward with her being taller than me, especially in heels, but she still kept dancing with the same grace. "Alex, there's something..."

She was going to tell me something when my old English teacher danced up alongside us with her husband. Mrs. Apple was a lovely lady, given her age. She was in her seventies, but looked no older than fifty.

"Samantha dear, you look stunning. Gorgeous darling." Mrs. Apple was my favorite professor and I'm pretty sure she was Sam's as well. "Alex, you look quite dashing as well."

"Thank you Mrs. Apple." We thanked her in unison.

"Sam, I wanted to congratulate you dear on you acceptance to Brown."

At that moment my body stopped working. I could no longer hear the conversation. I just looked at Sam. She was doing her best to remain cordial in front of our former professor, and at the same time she was looking back at me with the same fear that painted her face when she revealed her feelings for me. She was vulnerable all over again. Brown? She had applied to Brown? Why didn't she tell me? My head flooded with questions. I couldn't look at her anymore. My hands dropped away from her. I needed air. I ran outside to the balcony. It was chilly, but I didn't care. I had to get away. I heard her call after me, but I was focused on trying to get my breathing under control.

"Alex! Wait! I can explain." She pleaded after me.

"When were you planning on telling me?" My hands shook as they gripped the ice cold railing. "Were you just going to up and leave one day?"

"I didn't know how to tell you. I applied a while ago, but didn't think I would get in. The acceptance rate is so low." She was clutching on to me from behind, but I couldn't face her. I heard the pain in her voice.

"Why'd you want to apply in the first place? I thought we were going to graduate together next year? I was going to turn pro and you would set up a practice back home?" My whole body was shaking. I felt sick.

"That was the plan Alex, believe me. I would follow you anywhere, but this was a huge opportunity. This could open a lot of doors for me in my career. I love you Alex, but I have dreams as well. If I want to help people like myself, I need to take every chance available. Can't you be happy for me?"

I knew that I should. In my head, I knew that this was an amazing accomplishment and that I shouldn't be selfish in wanting her to give up her dreams to follow me. Even though I knew what I should have said, my heart felt torn. It wanted me to scream and shout. I felt betrayed. She should have told me sooner. She should have discussed this with me when she applied.

"Happy for you? You hid this from me. And now what? You're just going to leave me?" I turned to look at her. There were tears in my eyes. I couldn't believe how much I was hurting inside.

"Don't speak like that. I love you Alex. It's only for another few years and then we could be together." Her eyes were swollen with tears as well. "You were going to be on the road so much, I figured I could take advantage and go to class while you focused on your career."

"And you didn't feel like discussing this. You just..." I gripped her shoulders. "...I love you Sam." My arms dropped to my sides and I fell to my knees. I felt cold all over. Sam pulled me close to her. Her hands clutched my head and pulled me to her thighs.

"Shhhh, It's okay Alex. Shhh..." She stroked my hair. She was breathing heavily as she tried to compose herself. "Get up sweetie. Let's go home and we can talk about this in peace."

My body was weak. I held onto Sam as I climbed to my feet. She hugged my tightly and supported me as we left the party. We drove home in silence. She held onto my hand. Her finger traced circles on my skin. Her French tips tickled me lightly. The whole experience was calming. Christmas tunes played on the radio. Sam sang along quietly. Her voice was soft and melodic.

When we got to the room I was expecting us to talk things over, but Sam had other plans. She shoved me on the bed. I braced myself on my elbows and kept upright. The tears that painted Sam's face were gone. Her makeup had been ruined, but she was still the picture of beauty. She pounced on top of me and clawed at my suit.

"I'm sorry for not telling you."

She kissed me. It was frantic and hurried. She bit my lips and shoved her tongue inside my mouth. I reacted slowly, but soon gave in to her advances. She went as far as undoing the buttons of my white dress shirt. She kissed along my naked chest. My breaths were short and ragged. Her fingers swiftly undid my belt and opened my slacks. She pulled them down in one quick movement and took my cock in her mouth. She sucked on my quickly hardening member with as much passion as her kisses. The room flooded with noises of her sloppy sucking. She stroked my shaft while lapping at my bulbous tip.

"Sam, what're you doing?" I huffed. She pulled off of me with a sigh.

"Shhh, no talking. I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked me before, like you'll never fuck me again."

I couldn't comprehend her words past her wanting me to fuck her. I sat up and removed my tuxedo jacket and shirt and threw them to the floor. I practically ripped her dress as I pulled it down and off of her body. I could see her hard cock straining her panties. I moved her to her back and lifted her legs in the air and rested them against my shoulders. I lifted underneath the elastic and pulled up sharply.

I ignored her large appendage as it flopped up to her stomach. I moved her legs apart and licked her precious flower. I pushed my tongue inside of her, opening her up. Her puckered hole blossomed around my tongue. I could hear her moans as she rocked her hips against my face. I pulled away quickly.

My entire body shook with pent up nervous energy. I was wound up tight. I gripped my dick and lined it up with her wet hole. I pressed forward and sank inside of her. My whole cock disappeared into her ass. She reached down and gripped me tightly, pulling me to her.

Every muscle on my body tensed. I felt myself start to sweat as I moved inside of her. My grunts of force were outmatched by her cries of pleasure. She met each of my thrusts. My balls slapped against her cheeks. I could feel a hand move to her chest and then up to her throat. She locked her eyes onto mine and moved her head up and down. I could feel the air trap inside of her as my hand closed around her neck.

I was angry with Sam. She had lied to me. I was taking it out on her body. My cock shoved into her roughly. My nails dug into her throat and her hips. Her whole body went stiff. Her ass squeezed tightly around me. I watched as her eyes started to roll into the back of her head. I let go just as her cock shot out her thick load all over her body and up to her neck.