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Carpe Carnis

By: Shadowine



First off, I would like to thank you for reading my very first submission to Literotica! This first chapter is a quieter intro to a much, much larger story. If you all can bear with me I promise that Sam's journey will delve into a much darker, sinister place that has a definite place here in Reluctance/Non Consent. I mean for this to be a many chaptered chain story so if short and sweet is your thing then maybe you can save this for later or suggest it for someone who enjoys them instead. Like I said before, this is my very first story so I absolutely would be grateful for any criticism and or praise! I beg it of you, really. I'm learning and I hope that this is my intro into bigger and better things. 

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4:23... 4:30... 4:35... 4:40... Every time Sam looked at the clock, it crept along slower and slower. 

"Where the hell are you Jill?" Sam exhaled as she unconsciously wiped down her register again, waiting for her reliever to take over so she could go home. The problem was, Jill was becoming less and less reliable and worse still, Jill was her boss! Pretty Jill with her Barbie blonde hair and her tiny body... She looked like she belonged on a beach in Cali rather than Colton, Indiana. 

Sam on the other hand looked exactly like she belonged right here in small town USA. She was 26 years old, almost 27. Her long chestnut hair was naturally highlighted from weekends in her mother's garden to visits to the beaches of Lake Michigan. Her eyes were blue with a circle of brown around her pupil and her soft olive skin was gently tanned. She wasn't skinny like Jill but was a healthy, muscular build of 143lbs on a 5'5 frame. Her breasts were round and full D cups and her ass was firm too. The little rebel in her was inked with many tattoos. Her back, ribs, and hips, shoulders, wrists, and legs, they all bore the marks of a young woman with too much time on her hands and some extra money to play with.

The door chimed as someone entered and Sam could hear Jill's flirty laugh. When she looked up at the clock it read 5:28 and Jill still had to prep for her night shift.

"Hey there, Sam!" Jill squeaked as she bounced in and threw on her red vest with Frey's stitched on the breast. Frey's was a very small, family owned hardware store just a couple of blocks from where Sam and her mom lived. 

"Hey Jill, I was beginning to worry about you." Sam lied. She stored her cleaning supplies under the counter and rested her chin in her palms as she leaned on the counter.

"Oh, you don't have to worry about me!" She giggled as she ignored Sam's sarcasm and walked to the back of the store to finally get to work. As soon as she came back out, Sam could get her purse and leave.

5:40... 5:48... 5:56... Where did she go? While there were no customers in the store, Sam hesitated to leave the register at the front and go look for Jill. Nate the lumber yard boy was here somewhere but more than likely, he was outside on his phone with a cigarette.

Several more minutes ticked by and the soft rock on the radio was starting to drive her mad. "Jill!" Sam called out through the little store. "Jill, can I go home now?"

There was no answer as she listened except for John Mellencamp's R.O.C.K in the USA, overhead. "Fuck you Jill, you piece of shit!" Sam slammed her fist down on the conveyor belt and left her register after checking the parking lot monitor and making sure it was empty except for Jill's Ford Fiesta and Nate's beat up old Chevy truck.

The employee offices were in the back of the shop and she burst through the door to nothing but an empty desk and lockers where they kept their personal belongings while on the clock. Sam was about to grab her locker key from her pocket and just leave when she heard a man's voice coming from Jill's father's office. The door was closed but the lights were on and there was a little window in the center of the door.

She knew in her gut she shouldn't look but curiosity got the better of her and she crept towards the door to just barely peek in. Sam had to put her hand over her mouth and nose to stifle the snort she wanted to release! Jill's fried, bleached head was bobbing up and down in Nate's lap as he sat in her father's office chair. Jill was down on her knees and had her back to the door where Sam peeked in and Nate was clearly too focused on Jill to check on their privacy.

"Hooooollllyyyy Ssshhhhiiiiittt!" Sam whispered into her hand. Nate tightened his grip in Jill's hair and slammed her face down on his cock so hard that even Sam could tell she was choking on it. The look of pure ecstasy on his face was enough to make Sam clench her legs together.

"If you can't take it to the hilt, I will shove it up your ass dry again!" Nate hissed, slapping Jill with his free hand. It was enough of a blow to cause her to cough and pull off his dick while she gagged for a moment.

Nate was huge! Erect, he had to be at least nine or ten inches with a very solid girth. His muscular legs flexed under Jill's tiny hands and she resumed her blow job before he could hit her again. It must have been what he wanted because Sam watched his eyes roll back into his head and he corded up like a snake ready to strike.

"That's better baby. Now when I cum you better swallow it all, milk me with your throat." He threw his head back as he began to pant and he gripped the office chair till his knuckles were white. "Fuck yes! Fuck I'm going to come down your throat!" 

Jill whined and groaned loud enough that Sam could hear her through the closed door. Her hips were swaying with need for her own release but Nate made no outward sign to reciprocate and her hands were firmly grasping Nate's naked legs.

"Jillian baby, you are learning so well." The hand that had balled her hair into his fist relaxed and he slowly began to pet her and smooth her hair back out. "Next time, don't be fucking late. I don't want Sam here when we fuck around."

"Thank you, Master." Jill panted and Sam had to lean away from the window. There was no holding back her completely astonished squeak and she quickly decided it was time to return to the register before she was caught.

Just when Sam returned to her register, a pair of headlights pulled into the parking lot and she watched the camera as two older men got out of the car and started walking in. As she gathered her wits back about herself, it dawned on her how wet she was between her legs. Had she really been turned on by Jill and Nate?! She squirmed awkwardly as the doors opened and the men entered.

"Good evening and welcome to Frey's. Can I help you find anything?" The two men acknowledged her greeting, but didn't answer her outright. Perhaps they hadn't heard her. 

"Yeah right..." Sam sighed as she looked back up at the clock across from her register. It was 6:15 now. Her mom would surely be calling her cell which was tucked away in her purse in the lockers. She should have been home almost forty-five minutes ago

She watched the two old men in aisle 4 who were checking out different brands of light bulbs and lamp replacement parts. One of them kept looking back her way and nudging his friend. Once he decided to make suggestive comments about her breasts, Sam looked away in disgust. Really? Old men have to be sickos after what she just watched in her boss's office?

Sam retyped her password into the register so she could check out the two men as they came back to the front of the store.

"Find everything ok?" Jill had decided to finally grace the world with her presence. Her hair was tied up in a loose bun and her cheeks were flushed but her work face was back on and Sam had to stop her jaw from falling to the floor.

"Yes, thanks sweetheart." They watched as she bounced off and restocked some boxes of nails and screws. "Yeah Jill, I'm sure you need a good screw..." Sam scoffed in her head.

The men paid for their light bulbs and Sam closed out her register again. "I'm out for the night. I'll see you tomorrow." It was difficult for Sam to look at Jill directly. All she could think about was Nate's face as she blew him in her father's chair.

"No problem hun. You have a good night." Jill took over the register and grabbed the cleaning supplies from under the counter with a smile.

Sam almost told her that she had already cleaned for the night but decided to hold her tongue. "You probably have a lot to clean up you whore..." She quickly ran to the back of the store to grab her sweater and purse when she ran headlong into Nate.

He grabbed her to keep her from falling and she stuttered as she looked up into his baby blue eyes. "I...I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to rush back here like that." She regained her footing but Nate kept his hold on her arms. His hands were hot and sweaty and she didn't like the way his thumb ran in a little circle briefly against her skin.

"It's alright Sam. No harm done." He smiled and finally let go of her with a small squeeze. His arms were deeply tanned from working outside and his hands were rough and calloused. Sam squeezed her legs shut again without even thinking and remembered how wet she was down there.

"I'm heading home now. I'll see you tomorrow." Blushing a deep red, she scooted around his tall frame and took her locker key out of her pocket.

"See ya, Sam." Nate left her alone in the back room with a smile as she fumbled with her lock. "How can they be so nonchalant?" She whispered. 

When she had shouldered on her Northface sweater and picked her phone out of her purse, Sam made sure to clock out then made a mad dash out of the store and out into the chilled early evening air. 

It was early October and the sky was growing dark a lot earlier now. Leaves rustled across the empty parking lot and she checked her phone as she started for home. There were three missed calls from her mother and two from her old boyfriend Brian who lived a couple of houses down from her. What the hell did he want?

It was probably smarter to call her mom first. She redialed her mom's cell and listened to the ring as she walked. There was a white Dodge Charger sitting at the far end of the parking lot near the sidewalk she used to get home. Something about the car gave her the creeps as she got closer.

"Sam, where are you!" Her mother cried as she answered. She was always so concerned when she walked home alone in the dark.

"I'm fine, I'm sorry. I just got out of work really late. It was Jill's fault again. She was really late today." Sam pulled her sweater around her and hurried past the white car. The windows were deeply tinted but she could just make out the orange tip of a cigarette inside. Someone was just sitting there in their lot? Should she call Jill and let her know?

"Well at least you're ok. Make sure Harry pays you overtime for these past few days. Maybe it should come out of Jill's paycheck..." Her mom was always reminding her to double check her paychecks. It wasn't that Harry missed any of her scheduled hours but sometimes he forgot about all the times she had to stay after till Jill was ready to take over.

"We can only dream." Sam mused to her mom who laughed back.

"Dinner is in the microwave when you get home. Please be careful." Sam nodded along to her mother's worrying and smiled.

"I won't be long. Get some sleep and I will see you tomorrow." Her mom worked odd shift hours at a local warehouse that shipped car parts and she had to wake up around one in the morning to get ready so she was usually in bed by now.

"I love you honey." 

"I love you too mom." They both hung up and Sam checked her voicemail to see what Brian had wanted.

"Hey Sammy, I was just checking up on you. I was wondering if you had plans this weekend. There is going to be a bonfire party up in Michigan where a couple of friends are staying for a few weeks. I know you don't usually work weekends but if you're busy, it's alright and I understand. Greg, Luca, and Johnny are going to be there too with their girls." There was a pause as Brian considered his next words carefully and Sam laughed. "I know you're not my girl anymore but I would like to see you and it can be just as friends like usual. Just hit me back up ok? Have a good night."

Sam didn't delete the message just yet but instead shook her head at the thought of spending the weekend in Michigan with Brian and slipped the phone back into her purse.

"What am I going to do with you?" She mumbled even as a smile crept up on her lips.

She had already walked three blocks before she stood waiting for the lights to change at Fell Rd and Nixon when she saw the white Charger with the tinted windows pass her slowly by. While the windows were too dark to see the driver, she had the creeped out feeling that she was being watched. It wasn't really practical for Sam to drive to work when it was so close unless the weather was bad, but she wished for nothing more in the world than to be in the safety of her car right now.

The rest of her walk was brisk and the hair on the back of her neck stood up as she got closer and closer to her street. Her keys were gripped painfully in her fist that was shoved in her jacket pocket and the metal bit into her skin. Colton was a safe, small city where most people could even leave their cars or houses unlocked, but tonight was strange. It scared her a little.

As she finally turned down Helmonte Road where she lived, Sam felt like she could breathe again. Really why was she so creeped out by the one car? She mentally kept slapping herself back to reality. It was just a car and there was nothing unusual about it leaving the parking lot and passing her by. Was there?

The lights were off at her house except for the porch light and she turned to check out Brian's house as she passed. There were pumpkins already set out on the porch and the house was fully lit. She could even see the TV was on in the living room. Brian's dad had probably just gotten home from work and was relaxing in his beaten up old recliner.

She missed her dad. He had been killed in a drunk driving accident several years ago right after she had graduated high school. He wasn't the drunk driver but they had both been killed in the accident. He had just been on his way home from work too. The memories made Sam's stomach turn. She hadn't even noticed that she had stopped walking and was staring at the window like a stalker. 

Nathyn Cooper, her father, had been such a good man. Nine to five worker just like she was now, but he had worked at the same warehouse her mom was at. They had met there a long time ago, love at first sight. Sam missed having family dinners and hearing her father's laugh as he joked around. They had always gone to the Friday night football games at the high school and got ice cream on Saturdays... Another unfair death that tried to break apart a family but Sam and her mom stayed strong. Together, they kept the house running and their bond was tighter than ever. Her mom had even started to loosen up enough to try a few online dating sights.

She shook herself out of her mental cage and blushed as she realized she was still standing outside Brian's house. A soft giggle escaped her lips until she looked a couple of houses down and all the blood drained from her face. The white Charger was down the street and way too close to her house for it to be a coincidence. 

"Maybe it's not the same car?" She whispered as she started to take a few steps closer to Brian's house. It was safer there that her own at the moment if someone was following her. There was no reason to wake her mom unless she had any proof.

It was probably a stupid idea to barge in on her ex, but Sam decided to hide until the car had left her alone. She walked as calmly as possible up to the door and knocked all while glancing back every couple of seconds.

The doorknob rattled and Brian's dad answered with a tired but 'pleased to see her' smile.

"Sammy! This is a pleasant surprise. Can I help you?" He let her inside and closed the door behind them. Sam immediately felt a surge of safety and the warm air brought warmth back into her chilled cheeks.

"I was wondering if Brian was home?" She let go of the keys in her pocket and allowed her hand to stretch before massaging out the cramp which had taken hold in her thumb.

He chuckled and drained the rest of his Budweiser before responding. "Sure, he's downstairs as always." He started to lead her towards the basement stairs in the kitchen before stopping to grab them both a beer from the fridge.

"How're things? Haven't seen you in a while?" He popped the cap off and handed Sam the cold drink. She hadn't realized how thirsty she was until now.

"Things have been good actually. Mom and I are just working and keeping up with things as usual. I'm still At Frey's." She poked a finger at the red vest that was sticking out at her collar.

"That's good hun. I'm glad you two are getting along. You look good by the way. Are you going to Michigan with Brian this weekend? He mentioned he was going to ask." He winked as he took a drink of his Bud.

"I haven't decided yet actually. That is kinda why I'm here. He just asked me this evening before I got out of work. He left me a voicemail and I was walking home so I just decided to come see him in person." She wasn't about to tell him that she was actually hiding from the car that was or wasn't following her home.

"I told him that as long as he went with friends his mom and I didn't care. I'd feel better if he had you with him of all people though. You've got a good head on your shoulders and I know things wouldn't get too out of hand." They both chuckled at that and she couldn't agree more. He did hang out with a couple of guys who weren't all there.

"We shall see." Sam laughed as she grabbed the door handle to the basement. After thanking him for the beer and saying goodnight, she headed downstairs to the sounds of the TV and Brian's talking. Maybe he was on the phone with someone.

It was completely natural to let herself down to Brian's living space in the basement without warning. She had done it a million other times when they had been together but their time as 'just friends' was getting further and further spaced out which she figured was normal with exs. Life just goes on.

"Hey dad, could you bring me another roll of paper towels? I'm all out down here." Sam giggled at his request as she continued on down.

"Well maybe if you didn't jack off so much you would have a few to spare." The new voice startled him and she watched him jump.

"Shit! Sam, hey!" He paused his Halo game that he was playing on the XBOX and smiled over the back of the couch. He was shirtless and his shaggy brown hair was a delicious mess.

"Hey Brian." She still blushed as she took off her boots and sweater.

"Hey Greg, I have to go for the night. I've got company." He was talking into a headset connected to his controller and Greg must have said something lewd on the other end because he cringed and laughed but Brian shrugged him off.

"Naw man, it's just Sam. Beautiful women just love showing up at my doorstep." She scoffed at his comment and removed the dumb vest from work before grabbing her beer and heading over to Brian's nest of man cave, whatever he had going on. Why he hadn't just moved out of his parent's basement already was beyond her. He was turning 28 in March after all. She guessed she couldn't speak much since she still lived with her mom, but her situation was different.

"Greg says, Hi." He patted the couch next to him and she shoved a blanket over to sit down.

"Hi Greg." She sipped on the beer she had been given and took a quick inventory of Brian's little world while he finished up.

Everything was basically the same. His messy bed was pushed up against the far wall by the little bathroom away from the couches he had set up around the TV. It was newer than the one she remembered. Shelves of movies and games crowded around the entertainment system and there was a full fridge that he shared with his parents. The walls were still covered in posters from movies that his friend Greg had gotten from the movie theatre he used to work at and hard rock bands that he listened to. Everything felt so familiar... She just allowed herself to sink into the couch and watched as he shut down the XBOX.


Carpe Carnis Ch. 02



Hello! This is chapter two (of many) of my very first submission to Literotica. First off, I want to thank the amazing people who took their personal time to help me go further as a writer and hopefully keep this story rolling. My amazing friend Paul has been such a trooper with my needy requests and author on this site, Waterburn, big time helped me as well. Things are starting to get a little wild for Sam. Please take a second and let me know what you think after you read this chapter. Good or bad, I appreciate it all. You are the shapers and movers on this site. 

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Sam stared out of the front door at the torrents of rain that continued to pour and turn the world into a dreary grey wash. There was no way she wanted to walk to work in that mess. The sidewalks looked like rivers and there were a few low spots in their yard that were pooling. Sam's car keys hung next to the door and she stuffed them into her sweater pocket as she grabbed up her purse with a grumble. 

Sam drove a little Chevy Malibu that her mom had passed down to her a few years ago before switching to a small SUV. She loved that little red car and really wished that she had more places to go in it. Nothing stopped her from driving it to work every day, but the exercise was great and she saved so much money. 

She ran, splashing through the puddles and holding her hood over her head like an umbrella. Immediately, she was drenched through her sweater to her work clothes underneath. When she slammed the car door behind her, she looked at herself in disappointment. Even with the heater running full blast, it wouldn't be very effective at drying her with the short drive. 

On Friday's, she worked with Jill's dad and another young girl named Marilyn. Marilyn was mousy and quiet for the most part but she seemed to be meant to work in a store like this. That girl could sort out a pail of nails and screws that you threw on the floor in front of her with her eyes closed. Even more impressive, she could give you the tools or situations in which they worked the best before you could even utter your remark of disbelief. Sam truly believed Marilyn must have been some master carpenter in another life or something. 

Marilyn and Sam each had a cart of reshop and they spend most of the morning together returning the misplaced items back in their respective spots on the shelves. 

"Marilyn, what would you do if your ex invited you out for a weekend away with his friends? Would you go?" Sam kneeled down on the floor so she could rearrange bottles of cleaners that someone had shuffled through. Brian's proposal of the weekend in Michigan had been eating away at her ever since she had walked in the doors. 

"Are you talking about Brian?" Sam looked up in surprise at Marilyn's response. 

"How do you know who Brian is?" She cursed aloud when she stuck her hand in something slimy. One of the products was leaking all over the shelving unit and eating into the paint. 

"Jill was talking about you guys the other day. She said that Brian was going to ask you. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to pry into your personal business." Marilyn's cheeks had flushed a deep shade of red as she handed Sam a towel with some spray to clean up the shelf. 

"No, it's not your fault. I wonder how Jill knew before I did though." After they had cleaned up the mess and Sam had found the responsible bottle of cleaner that was leaking, they moved on to the next aisle and kept putting away the reshop. 

"Are you and Brian still cool with each other," Marilyn asked as she handed Sam a few rolls of duct tape to put back. 

Sam's mind immediately flew back to last night when Brian had held her down on the couch. His hands were roughly grabbing her breasts and tugging at her sensitive nipples. The little nips he made at her neck caused her to moan in heat... She coughed in embarrassment and squirmed as her pussy responded to her memories. 

"Yes, we've always been friends. Even after we broke up we stayed close for a little while. Eventually, we just saw less and less of each other." Sam's cart was now empty and they finished the little bit that was still in Marilyn's. 

"I wish I could have stayed friends with a couple of my exs. I envy you about that." 

"We definitely had an easier time because of it, that's for sure. I just don't know what to do about this weekend. It sounds like a great getaway but I don't want it to be awkward. What if I end up sitting in a corner, watching everyone else party and have fun with no quick way home if I need it?" Sam sighed as they returned to the front of the store where several customers were milling about. The rain had definitely deterred their normal number of customers on what was usually one of their busier days. 

"Can't you drive yourself? Follow them up there so you have your own car if you need it." 

"I've thought about that too. Would it seem like I'm being a lame ass though? With my luck I'll get lost if I'm alone." 

Marilyn just laughed at Sam as they got back to their registers which were side by side. Harry, the owner and Jill's dad, was just coming back inside. He was dripping wet and shivering like crazy from helping someone load their purchases into their car. 

"Why didn't you grab a coat," Marilyn scolded him as he took the hand towel she offered him. 

"A man has his pride." He laughed as he tried to dry off as much as he could. Outside, it was still stormy grey and rain fell in torrents. 

"Then again, if it keeps raining like this we may have no bonfire party after all." Sam jumped back to the previous conversation with her friend. 

"You girls have big party plans for the weekend?" Harry leaned on the conveyor belt between them. 

"Just Sam; I personally plan on curling up and staying nice and relaxed this weekend with Netflix." Marilyn took the soaked towel from Harry and hung it up over the wall of her register to dry. 

"Not big plans, just going to Michigan I think. I haven't decided yet though." 

"Jill is going to Michigan this weekend too. Where will you be staying?" Harry scratched at his balking head and waved to a customer walking by with a cart of trim board. 

"You know, I'm not sure actually. I was just invited last night and I never got the town's name. It's a beautiful vacation house on Lake Kilroy though. Do you know where that is?" 

Harry's eyes widened in surprise, "Sounds like you and Jill may be going to the same house. It's a beautiful lake in Reyjack. May be a coincidence but you could ask her. If you do happen to be together, please watch over her. Between you and me, I heard her on the phone the other night talking about her 'plans'." He rolled his eyes and used his hands to emphasize the word 'plans'. 

"I can try," she laughed. "Crazy how things work out in small towns." 

"Just be careful. You I can trust, Jill on the other hand can be a little...rambunctious." He patted Sam's shoulder and stepped aside as a customer came up to pay. 

"Find everything alright?" Harry smiled as he shook the customer's hand. 

*** 

The morning crawled on and by lunch, Sam had made up her mind to go ahead and call her mom to see if it was ok that she went with Brian for the weekend. She hadn't decided if she would drive herself yet but there was still time to figure that out. 

In the back room while she was on break, Sam fished out her cell phone and called her mom. She should be off work and heading home by now. 

"Hey honey." Sam's mom answered after a few rings. 

"Hey Mom, how was work?" 

"Oh, just the same old, same old. Crazy weather we're having though. Did you get to work alright?" 

"Yeah I drove since there was no way I was going to walk in that crazy rain. It's been so slow here at work today. I do have a question for you though." Sam's mother had never been over protective, but they shared a definite respect for each other. Sam could have just as easily told her mother outright that she was going to Michigan. 

"Sure hun, shoot." 

"I was wondering if it was alright that I went to Michigan with Brian and a couple friends for the weekend. We would be back Sunday night. They have a vacation house rented and Brian invited me up." There was silence for a moment and Sam drummed her fingers on the table she sat at. 

"What brought this up? I didn't think that Brian was much in the picture now?" And her mother was right, it had been quite a while since Brian had come around. 

"It's not like we aren't friends anymore. It's just been a while since we've hung out. I saw him last night though. I stopped at his house on the way home to talk after he had asked me if I would go." 

"I know you two are friends honey. I am very thankful for that. He's a good kid. I saw his mom and dad and the grocery a while ago actually." Sam was glad she didn't run on with that comment and wasted her time. 

"Yeah, I talked to his dad when I was over there." 

"Is he ok with Brian going? Are there going to be any parents?" 

"Mom, I'm 26 years old and Brian's 27. I think we're well beyond the need for supervised time away. There are supposed to be plenty of people there. We won't be alone." Sam got up from the table and paced around. 

"I know how old you are Sam and I know it's been a while since you've gotten out of the house. If you can promise me that you will be careful, then I see no problem with it. I can't keep you to myself forever." Sam could hear the loneliness in her mom's voice but she had spoken true. She couldn't keep her daughter to herself forever. Sam would one day leave the nest. 

"Mom you know me well enough to know that I'm not a crazy partier. It's just an opportunity to get away for a weekend. Everything will be fine. Thank you so much." Sam rubbed at her cheeks which she knew were blushing a rosy shade of excited red.  

"You're welcome hun. Like I said, just be careful. I love you." 

"I love you too, Mom. I'll text you the details when I talk to Brian later ok?" 

"That's fine. I'll talk to you later. Have a good rest of your day." 

"You too, Mom." Sam hung up and stared at the screen of her phone for a moment. It took all the willpower she had not to get ahold of Brian right then and there. Sam knew she needed to plan it out first before she talked to him and sealed the deal. Nothing wrong with letting him wait a little longer to get her response. 

The rest of the day was much more pleasant and around 3:00 the rain finally started to die down. The end of Sam's shift was getting closer and closer. She really wanted to ask Jill why she had been talking behind her back but also confirm if she really was going to the vacation house this weekend too. 

With the dying rain, finally came the influx of weekend warriors and the store was packed like normal. Before she even realized what time it was, Jill bounced in and disappeared to the back room. There was no time to run back and confront her while her register was busy but she was determined to find her before she left. 

This time it definitely wasn't Jill's fault when Sam ran over her time to clock out. Her legs were burning from standing in one spot for so long and her head pounded with a massive headache. When Jill finally appeared and took Sam's place, she was beyond thankful. 

"Hey Sammy, busy day?" Jill logged into the register and gave Sam a small hug which completely threw her off. 

"Uuummm, yeah but not until the weather cleared up. We were pretty dead this morning. Marilyn and I got all the reshop put away so there wasn't anything to worry about this weekend." This small break in between the flood of customers was her chance to talk to Jill finally. 

"Awesome! I hate reshop and facing. You have any plans for the weekend?" Sam restrained the desire to roll her eyes. 

"I think you know I do." 

Jill's normally bouncy demeanor faltered for a moment then she snapped right back. "Are you coming with us to Michigan? It's going to be so much fun." She even squealed a little which made Sam shake her head. 

"Why were you telling everyone that Brian was taking me?" Her headache was making her grumpy. 

"Well isn't he?" 

"That's not the point. It's not exactly your business. Apparently everyone knew about it before I even did." She crossed her arms across her chest and frowned. 

"I don't see the problem. Brian said he wanted you to come with him and I assume he finally asked. He was awfully late with it but still I'm glad you're coming. Isn't it exciting to get away from this dreadful place for the weekend? Nate and I are going to party like fucking rockstars!" She jumped up and down and Sam had to chuckle. At least she had Jill's bubbly persona to cheer her up and get her excited about the weekend again. 

"Well just don't tell everyone my business with Brian ok? We're just friends. As for this weekend, hell yes I'm glad we can finally get away!" Sam gave Jill a small hug and turned to leave but Jill caught her arm to stop her. 

"You're going to love it!" She whispered with a sparkle in her eye. 

"Alrighty then." She laughed. "I guess I will see you tomorrow." 

"Bye Sammy! Have a good night." A customer approached the line and Sam took her cue to bolt and head to the back of the store to get her things. Her head continued to pound and all she wanted was to close her eyes and hide in the dark. 

*** 

When Sam pulled into her driveway, she checked herself in the rear view mirror before getting out. She had passed Brian who outside in his driveway loading up his beaten up old Jeep. They waved to each other and Brian called her over. 

Her boots squished through the mud and Sam could see Brian's face glow as she crossed in front of the few houses that separated them. 

"So did you make up your mind yet," he asked drawing her in for a hug. It was unusual for Brian to look so sharp. He had on a pair of black dress slacks and a dress shirt that was either a really deep blue or black. Sam couldn't tell in the shadow of the Jeep. 

She leaned up against the open back of his car and nodded. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to get away for a couple of days." 

His curiosity broke with an adorable boyish grin and he grabbed her again in a tight hug. "That's awesome! I'm so glad you're coming because otherwise I would have had to kidnap you and make you stay the weekend with me. You won't regret it, I promise." 

Sam wasn't sure if he had been joking about the kidnap part or not but she rolled her eyes at him. "Yeah, yeah, I've been asked to be the responsible person and watch over all you crazy kids by several people now. Someone has to chaperone you guys." She pulled her hair out of its ponytail and rubbed her temples to try and ease the pressure that had built up around her skull. 

"You feeling ok?" Brian pulled her closer to his chest so she could lay her head on his shoulder. 

"Just a headache." She fell into him without even a doubting thought. It felt so comfortable and he was so warm despite the fact he had no coat on. He ran his hands through her hair and rubbed her scalp with such a gentle touch. 

"I really am glad you decided to spend the weekend with me. I miss you Sam." 

"I've missed you too." She buried herself at his shoulder and closed her eyes. His rhythmic breathing was tempting her to fall asleep. "Is there anything in particular that I need to bring with me?" 

"Just your cute butt." 

"I'm serious." She sighed against his chest. 

"So am I." He continued to gently massage her scalp and she felt like she could start purring under his touch. "Just clothes really. We've got food and drinks covered. There's the hot tub if you want to bring a skimpy little bikini." He kissed her behind the ear and it made her squirm in embarrassment. His arms wrapped around her and held her close so she couldn't escape though. "Don't forget the lacey lingerie and those hot little boy shorts that make your cheeks look so ripe and delicious." 

"Like the ones I'm wearing right now?" She pried herself away from him and wiped at her blushing cheeks. Brian's jaw had gone slack and she could see his growing erection through his slacks. 

"Are you..." He started, but she just laughed. 

"You really expect to get laid this weekend don't you?" 

"One may never know." He straightened himself in his pants and looked away into the night sky wistfully. "Why wait till this weekend?" 

"I don't think so buddy." She sighed as she looked down the street. Sam's blood ran cold and she gasped in shock as she realized the white Charger was just a few houses down from them again. 

"What's wrong?" He stared out in the direction that she was facing and tried to figure out what the hell was freaking her out. 

"Remember when I stopped by last night, out of the blue?" She never took her eyes off of the car in front of them. 

"Yeah..." 

"The driver of that car is following me. It was sitting in the parking lot at Frey's then it passed me on my way home while I was walking. By the time I got to our street, it was sitting a few houses down from mine and I decided to hide at your place instead of going straight home." 

"So you didn't come over just to see my handsome face?" Brian joked but she swatted at him. 

"I'm not kidding, Brian. That car right there is following me. Do you recognize it? Does it belong to someone on this street?" She slunk back against the Jeep like it would hide her from the sight of whoever was inside the Charger if they were still there. 

"I don't recognize it but it's been there for a few hours now. It was here when I got home from work. No one's watching you Sam. You're being paranoid." 

Sam didn't like being talked down to but she gave in for the moment. "I should be getting back home. I need to pack and get ready." 

"That you do missy." He squeezed her butt, imagining her soft cheeks dressed in those sexy boy shorts she loved to wear. 

"Other than my under things you were so kind to suggest, is there honestly anything I should be packing?" Even through her headache, he could make her laugh and forget about that stupid car. 

"Just pack warm...and sexy." He kissed her one more time at her jaw and patted her away towards her own house. "Don't forget the sexy." 

"You are unbelievable. I'll make sure to find my best pair of grannie panties just for you." 

"I would still lay you down and peel them off with my teeth." He didn't want her to go. Sam was falling right where he wanted her to be and his cock ached from her teasing. Oh yes, he would have her this weekend. 

"You better be ready by 8:00 tomorrow morning or I'll drag you out myself. I'll be picking you up and we'll head straight there so we have most of the day to relax." He watched her round ass walk away as she crossed the neighbor's yards and she turned one last time to wave goodnight. 

Once Sam had entered her house and Brian saw her bedroom light turn on, he quietly closed up the Jeep and looked back down the road where the Charger sat silently. "Idiot." He hissed walking over towards the car. 

Brian opened the passenger side door and slammed it shut in frustration. 

"Watch it, kid." The driver spoke. The car reeked of cigarettes but the interior was immaculate. 

"You're not being very discreet are you? She knows you've been watching her." 

"It matters little. Is everything set?" There was a flash of fire from a lighter as the driver lit up another cigarette. 

"Of course, we leave at 8:00 tomorrow morning. She suspects nothing except for a couple of days away to party." Brian wanted to ask for a smoke but he knew better. He didn't want to owe the driver anything more than he already did. 

"Just make sure she's there with the others on Sunday." The driver handed Brian a small manila envelope that was sealed at the top. Before he pushed the button to unlock the door as a sign to kick the boy out, he blew the smoke right in Brian's face. "Don't be late." 




Carpe Carnis Ch. 02



Brian climbed back out into the chilled autumn air and hurried back to his parent's house to finish getting ready. He needed a drink. The driver had almost killed the hard on that was still bulging in his pants. 

*** 

Sam climbed out of the shower and wrapped herself in a thick fluffy towel. Her cheeks were flushed and her knees were weak. She had brought herself to orgasm three times before her libido finally calmed down in the shower. Her mom was probably wondering what was taking her so long and why she was wasting so much water. Aside from pleasuring herself, she had exfoliated herself with a perfumed scrub, shaved, and washed her hair with her mom's expensive treatments. She felt like a goddess; sweet, floral perfumes surrounded her and her skin felt so silky smooth. 

She hopped across the hall to her bedroom and dried herself off before hanging the towel on the back of her door and examining herself in the mirror. Her fingers traced the vibrant, blooming rose tattoos she had inked over left ribs and the colorful, peacock like phoenix that ran down her left hip nearly to her knee. The phoenix was one of the tattoos that Brian had not seen yet. She had gotten it over the last three months during several long sessions. No matter what happened in life, she would always flare back up from the ashes and live again. 

Sam grabbed a little tub of lotion and began liberally rubbing it over her body paying special attention to her ink. A green Chinese dragon wrapped around her right calf, the quote 'Not all those who wander are lost' was scrolled across her right foot, and a smaller rose that matched the ones across her ribs sat on her right hip bone. There was a pink and black star graced each of her collarbones, she had a set of orchids on her wrists, a shaded oak tree took up the majority of her back, and the handprint of her dad was inked over her right shoulder. He was always there, watching over her and guiding her. Her mom had it copied it for her from an old finger painting she had found from Sam's childhood. 

Tattoos were just Sam's way of dealing with things. That buzz of the needle made her blood pound and she lost herself in the pain. She had been very lucky to find an artist in Hayfield, the next town over. He was extremely artistic and Sam was more than willing to be his living canvas. Her mom had been so angry at first but there really was no stopping her once she had started. 

She finished putting her lotion on and shook her hair through the towel to help get some of the excess water out. Something delicious was wafting through the house and Sam's stomach rumbled. She hadn't really eaten since breakfast that morning. 

The rare occasion that Sam got to eat with her mom was a treasured time. They opened a bottle of Chardonnay and sat down to chicken parmesan that was fresh from the oven. Both women were so engrossed in the fresh food that the table was silent for a few minutes as they savored the first bites of the meal. 

Sam's mother washed down her mouthful of chicken with her wine and finally looked over at her daughter. 

"I saw that you stopped over at Brian's again tonight." Her words held an almost daring tone. 

Sam's cheeks flushed and she took a sip of wine. "Yeah I was telling him that I could go this weekend to the lake house." 

"Looked like a lot more than just talking to me. Why didn't you tell me that you two were back together?" 

"Mom," she whined with a blushing smile. "We're not back...together per say. We are just comfortable around each other I guess. I had such a headache when I got home from work." She tried to play it off and keep eating but her mom gave her that, 'mom look'. 

"If you are taking this weekend to spend it with him honey, then just say so. You are both adults. I already told you this afternoon that I still hold respect for him. Besides, he is an extremely handsome thing isn't he? Did you notice how nice he was dressed this afternoon?" 

"MOM!" Sam cried out as her cheeks blushed a whole new shade of red. 

"Oh relax. Go have fun this weekend. Just be careful and use protection. Adults or no..." 

"MOM!" Sam cried out again wishing she could hide under the table. 

Her mother laughed and refilled their glasses before they returned to their meals in an awkward silence. The food was wonderful and Sam mopped every last drop of sauce with her garlic bread before she cleared the table and they both retired to the living room to watch a movie before bed. All Sam could think about though was what she should be packing so she was ready in the morning. 

Once Sam was back in the quiet solitude of her bedroom, she dug her old duffle bad out of her closet and started packing. She grabbed a few changes of clothes, pajamas, her bikini, and even a few sets of sexy underwear and bras. Who knew where the weekend might end up really? She made up a toiletries bag and grabbed a towel just in case. Sam found a pair of sandals, tossed in some makeup and looked around to see if she had missed anything. 

The letter that she had gotten yesterday with the unknown address was still sitting on her desk and it caught her eye. Before she even read the outside, she ripped it open so she could check it out. Inside, there was a single sheet of paper and it was an invitation to a club called, The Harem House. Sam wasn't familiar with the name but it listed several locations, one of which she thought was basically right nearby the lake house they were going to. Well that was a strange coincidence. It was a basic flyer covering different nightly drink specials and live band dates but then she noticed the little advertisement in the bottom corner for live sex acts! 

"What the fuck?" She whispered going over the flyer again and again. What kind of club was this and why did she receive an invitation? When she looked at the envelope it had come in, it was a generic company name that she didn't recognize out of Michigan. It was starting to make her skin crawl. 

Sam ripped up the invitation and the envelope and tossed them in the trash before she zipped up her bag and left it by her door. 

"Weird." She kept telling herself over and over as she climbed into bed. She set her alarm to wake up around 6:30 and was thankful that sleep was quick to take over unlike the night before. 

*** 

In the morning, Sam was overly excited and ready to go. She had straightened her hair, brushed her teeth, and gotten dressed in what she considered, relaxed outdoorsy. She had on her favorite pair of jeans tucked into her leather boots with a soft, red long sleeved shirt. Her duffle bag, purse, and her sweater were ready by the front door and she put the finishing touches on her make up when the doorbell rang. 

Sam's mom let Brian in while Sam checked to make sure she had packed everything she needed one last time. 

"If I hadn't known better I would have thought you two had planned to dress as twins," Sam heard her mom say as she entered the living room. 

She had to laugh and agree as she took in the handsome sight standing at her door. Brian had on a similar pair of torn up jeans and a faded red plaid shirt that he had pushed up to his elbows. His unruly brown hair was in its usual glorious mess and he smiled as she walked up. For some stupid reason butterflies fluttered like crazy inside her stomach and she blushed. What was this, their first date? 

"Are you ready?" Brian winked as Sam hugged her mom goodbye. 

"Definitely." Brian grabbed her bag while she shouldered on her sweater and purse. 

"Love you, Mom. I'll see you later." 

"Have fun!" Her mom gave her a cheeky smile as they turned to leave and she watched them get into the Jeep. "Just don't have too much fun." She closed the door and let the two lovebirds get on their way. 

Sam buckled in and warmed her hands by the heater vents. It was bitter cold this morning and frost tipped the grass of the still wet yard. 

"Can I kiss you good morning?" Brian grabbed her cold hands as she rubbed them and she froze. 

Did he just ask what she thought he just asked? 

"Brian...I really think we need to slow down." She looked down at her lap even though everything in her brain screamed at her to lean over and let him give her the damned kiss. "It's not that I don't want you to. I just think we're taking things way, way too fast." She flipped her hand over so she could give him a gentle squeeze and he let go. 

"I'm sorry, Sammy. Just wishful thinking." He backed out the drive and they were on their way. At least he was still smiling and Sam hadn't hurt his feelings so early on their adventure. "Just friends remember?" 

"Friends." Sam agreed quietly and she settled in for the long drive north. What a buzzkill to the butterflies that had been that had been going mad inside her all morning. 

It was a two and a half hour drive to the lake house and they spent most of their time trading music on each other's iPods and catching up on life from the past couple of years. Sam felt much better about having this alone time to just sit back and talk instead of being crowded in the party house with who knows how many others. Even Brian didn't seem to know who all was joining them. 

She knew they were getting close when Brian's posture changed and he got very quiet. The landscape had changed to forested, sharp hills and the air was so crisp and clean. If Sam had even remotely thought about taking her own car it would have proven disastrous. She was completely lost by now and many times they took rough, gravel roads the closer to the house they got. They seemed to be very alone out here and she could count on one hand the amount of cars they passed once they hit the back roads. 

As they took a winding, gravel driveway, Sam soon realized that the pictures Brian had shown her were nothing in comparison to the real thing. A sharp A-frame cabin overlooked a peaceful lake with a little dock that still had a boat tethered in. The deck of the house connected the driveway to the glass front facing the water. A large fire pit was surrounded by benches and chairs and there was already wood waiting nearby. Sam could imagine a roaring fire chasing away the chill of autumn and someone special cuddled nearby... 

Brian snapped her out of her betraying thoughts as he pulled up next to the other two cars that were already parked. 

"Well that's Luca's car but I don't recognize the other one." He turned off the car and looked over at Sam with that sly smile. "I am so glad that you came along. Let's go set up our room." He climbed out before she could respond. 

"Our room?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door to the fresh, downright cold air. 

They grabbed their bags and headed across the deck to the giant French style front doors. If Sam was in awe with the outside of the house, it paled to the inside. Whoever owned this house had put their entire life into it. Beautiful didn't even cover it in Sam's mind. She was so used to her simple, ranch style house with its peeling paint and frumpy furniture. This was truly a vacation home in Sam's eyes. 

Brian could sense her surprise as she stood in the doorway. He grabbed her hand and led her into the living room where Luca and another guy were watching pregame college football on a big screen. 

"Hey man!" Luca called out over the back of his couch as he turned to greet his buddy, beer in hand. "Sammy! Oh my God, I haven't seen you in forever!" 

That made Luca jump up and come greet them in person. He grabbed her in a giant bear hug that made her set down her duffle bag so he didn't crush it with her ribs. Luca was tall and built like a linebacker. His broad shoulders made him very intimidating but Sam knew better. He was a giant teddy bear. His coal black hair was kept short but it looked like he had taken a few weeks off of shaving. A thick scruff covered his cheeks but it suited him. 

"How are you doing? Oh my God you look great!" He let her go and gave her a thorough once over that left her blushing. 

"Doing pretty good actually. I'm glad to get a weekend away thanks to you guys." Sam picked her duffle back up and slung it back over her shoulder. 

Brian coughed to break the reunion and Sam blushed even redder. "You know where we're staying or do we call dibs on an empty room?" 

"How many rooms does this house have?" Sam blurted out. She wasn't sure how sharing a room with Brian was going to go. Maybe there would be an extra that she could claim or bunk up with another girl. 

"There are eight bedrooms and five bathrooms. Some of the rooms have to share a bathroom but we will make it all work." Luca led them through the house and showed them several rooms throughout the two spacious stories. There was a basement too but those rooms had been taken already. Luca told them that Nate and Jill plus three others had already called dibs on the two rooms down there when they arrived very late last night. He wasn't sure where they had run off to this morning but they had already been gone when he got up around 9:30. Luca had been here since Wednesday and planned on staying a few weeks. 

Sam and Brian chose a room upstairs that had a great view of the lake. The bed in their room was a king so she wasn't as worried about sharing until they found out how many others would be joining them. Plus, Sam was glad that the room they had chosen had its own bath attached. Sometime during this vacation she was determined to try out the whirlpool tub in there. 

"Do you need to freshen up or anything?" Brian asked as he started switching his clothes from his bag to the chest of drawers. 

"No, I'm good. I just can't believe this place! It's amazing!" She sat down on the bed and sank into the down comforter. 

"I know, you haven't stopped staring around since we pulled up." He laughed as he set some of his stuff in the bathroom. 

"Can you blame me? It's not every day that we get to run away to a place like this. Who owns this house?" 

"It's just a rental property. One of those, friend of a friend kind of deals I guess. It is pretty sweet. If it was warmer, I would totally jump in the lake right now." He came back in and sank on the bed next to Sam. 

"I wish we had longer than the weekend. I would love to explore the area or just lie here in this bed for a week." She ran her hands over the soft bedding and her hand found Brian's. 

"We could stay for as long as you'd like." He gave her a little squeeze and jumped up. "Want to head back down? I know there's a pool table somewhere. I know how much you love pool." He was teasing her. He knew she sucked at the game. 

"I'll pass on the pool but let's go back to the others." They left their room and headed back to the living room where Luca and the other boy had resumed their college football talk. 

"Brian, Sam, this is Cody. He's a buddy from college." Cody stood to greet them as Luca got them both a beer from the kitchen. Cody was quite handsome and when Sam shook his hand he had a firm, sure grip. 

"Nice to meet you both. Luca was excited when he heard you were coming." They all sat back down around the TV and Sam half ass listened as they went off about college. Luca had been majoring in Criminal Justice over in Illinois. Cody was in the same program with him and they had teamed up. 

Sam couldn't even describe the peace that had filled her. There was a cold beer in her hand, it was early afternoon in a beautiful lake house, she was surrounded by her old friends and there was nothing to worry about. She felt lighter than air as she curled up in a ball and pulled a blanket over her legs. 

Around noon or so several other guests arrived along with Nate and Jill. They had gone into town to get more wood and way more food than Sam thought needed. 

"You need help with that stuff?" Sam offered as they started loading their bags in the kitchen. 

"Sam you're here!" Jill squealed as she set a case of beer in the fridge. "I thought that was Brian's junky old jeep outside." 

"She runs just fine thank you!" Brian retorted from the middle of his conversation with Luca. 

Sam folded up the blanket that she had been hiding under and went to the kitchen to help out. They had gotten way too much food but it was going to be a feast. Any kind of liquor that Sam could imagine was being stocked in the cabinets and beer was chilling in the fridge. There were burgers, steaks, brats, and chicken for the grill along with all kinds of veggies. Chips, dips, making for sandwiches, chocolate, all kinds of snacky crap were stuffed around the kitchen too. 

Sam could tell that Jill wasn't her usual bubbly, Barbie self and she was keeping an eye on Nate who had gone to bullshit with the boys in the living room. 

"Is everything alright Jill?" Sam cracked open another beer and Jill joined her. 

"Yeah." She sunk her head down and stared at the pattern of the countertop. 

"That's convincing. Are you guys fighting?" There were bar stools at a breakfast bar and they sat down together. 

"You could say that, but it's nothing really. We should all just enjoy ourselves. What's the point of wasting time in a place like this?" She waved her beer around, indicating the beauty of the house. 

"You're right about that." Sam held out her beer as a toast to Jill and she finally cracked a smile. 

"Cheers." They clinked their bottles and were joined by the three other guests who had gone shopping with them that morning. 

"Sam this beautiful lady is Ginger and her two companions are, Brandon and Ryan. She's dating Ryan, the cutie in the black hoodie. They got here last night with us." Ginger shook Sam's outstretched hand then hugged Jill before joining them at the breakfast bar. The two boys stayed around just long enough to grab a beer from the fridge before they joined the small crowd of men in the living room. 

"How many more guests are you expecting? This place is going to be packed." Sam was ripping the label off her beer and shredding it into little pieces as she nervously watched everyone around her. For some reason she was getting majorly turned on. She wasn't sure if it was the beer or just the amount of people who were clustered around but she squirmed around on her bar stool and felt her dampness. 

"Just a couple more I think." Jill looked like she was counting heads and trying to work names under her breath. 

"Is anyone hungry?" Ginger asked spinning around on her stool and looking at the bounty stashed around the kitchen. Sam was glad for the distraction. The heat radiating from between her legs was driving her mad. 

The girls started making sandwiches and soon the kitchen was stuffed with people shoulder to shoulder trying to get at the food and drinks. 

The last of their guests arrived after most of them had finished lunch. Five new bodies were crammed into the big house and all of the rooms were finally claimed. Jill tried to keep up with the names of the new housemates but Sam was completely lost. They couldn't blame her; there were only 16 of them! 

"Everyone this is Megan and her boyfriend Greg. And I am so sorry you guys, I can't remember your names. I've had way too much to drink already!" She played off the tipsy, dumb blonde routine perfectly. 

"Johnathan, Dawn, and Alex." The boy named Alex pointed to their respective chests as he called their names. Sam was pretty sure that Alex was gay once she had heard him speak a few times. 

"Did you guys eat lunch?" Jill offered. Man was she being the gracious host today? What had gotten into her? Was this trip her idea? 

"We grabbed some on the way over, thanks." Dawn immediately sort of herded closer to the girls side of the room and grabbed a beer that was sitting in a bucket of ice. 

"Great! Then let's celebrate this beautiful weekend by sharing a few shots! Mingle! Meet your new housemates!" Nate finally spoke up from the men's side of the room. He stood up on his chair and spread his arms open wide before jumping down with feline grace and starting to rouse the group with real alcohol. 




Carpe Carnis Ch. 02



Sam wasn't used to seeing either of them like this. Nate was always the quiet, rebellious lumber yard boy who smoked behind the building and rigged the vending machines to drop free drinks no matter how many times her boss fixed them. They were being so open, so...loud. Was this the way everyone acted outside of work? 

"Playing nice with the other girls?" Sam heard a whisper in her ear. She turned around as best as she could. Jill and Nate had pushed everyone back from the counter a little and were pouring shots of tequila. While she had expected Brian, Luca was towering right behind her and she jumped when she felt his cool hands gently grab her waist. His thumb tickled the skin just above the waistband of her jeans and it made the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. 

A shot of tequila was passed to them and Luca only let go of her with one hand so he could take the offering. 

"What are you doing?" Sam hissed over her shoulder so no one else could hear her while Nate gave a toast. Brian was on the other side of the counter and for a moment their eyes locked before they downed their shots with everyone else. 

The tequila burned on its way down and Sam felt Luca's grip at her hip bone tighten. No one could see him. There were too many bodies shoved in the small kitchen space. His fingers slipped under her waist band and rubbed at the little soft spot where her pelvis dipped in at the front. It immediately sent a shock to her already overstimulated senses. 

When he pulled her back against him, she could feel his erection through his pants and her mouth went dry. "Luca..." She croaked trying to pull back from him. The bottle of tequila was passed around and their shot glasses were refilled. What did he think he was doing! They were surrounded! 

"Don't move." He whispered the in her ear. From where they stood, no one could see Luca slide his hand further into Sam's jeans and tease the lacy waistband of her underwear. Sam did not like this. She tried to move away without pushing through the crowd but he pulled her back against his solid chest. 

"Cheers!" Nate cried out once everyone's shots had been refilled and while the group slammed them back, Luca shot his hand further down to Sam's hot cunt. 

No one heard her gasp of pleasured surprise and she tried to wiggle away. His finger toyed with her slit then dipped into the wet folds of her tight pussy. Her knees felt weak and she struggled to remain calm faced. 

The bottle came back around and someone filled their shot glasses for them even though Sam couldn't control her shaking hands. He was toying with her, completely taking control, and she was both completely mortified and yet filled with need. 

"You are so fucking wet Sammy." His whisper was like ice as he leaned to her ear again. It made her step back and grind into him unconsciously. He roughly tugged on her clit and it made her whine. "I will have this pretty pink cunt. You will be mine." 

Luca pulled back his hand and managed to slip from behind Sam to disappear into the group partying around them. When she finally caught his eye again, he was on the other side of the room. She watched as he sucked his fingers of her juices and turned to leave. 

"What a fucking bastard!" Sam screamed in her head. What the hell just happened? She was just about to follow him when one of the girls grabbed her elbow and pulled her to the counter. 

"Come on! We're going to play a little bullshit!" Megan held up a deck of cards and flashed her a begging smile. 

Sam looked back around the room for Luca but he was nowhere in sight. "I can't." She wanted to find that bastard. 

"Oh yes you can." Jill pushed her forward and gave her a barstool. Luca would have to wait till later she guessed. 

The girls gathered around the breakfast bar and the boys split up. Some went to go play pool and the others were turning on the Xbox in the living room. Brian caught her eye as she sat down and she smiled. Something about the look he was giving her made her forget all about Luca for a brief moment. He was just being so sweet lately. Aside from trying to rape her the other night... 

Heather dealt the cards and shots were poured again. "If you get caught bullshitting you have to take the stack and your shot. If you call bullshit and it wasn't played, you have to take two shots and the stack. Deal?" 

The afternoon faded on as everyone settled in and got progressively drunk. Sam really liked Heather, Ginger, and Dawn. They were down to earth like she was used to and Jill really kept everyone riled up while they were playing. Megan was a bit of a loner. 

"So Sam, who are you here with?" Ginger asked as she took a sip of her coke. 

She could feel her face blush and Jill caught her. "She's here with Brian!" 

"We're just friends." Sam laid down her cards and it was Heather's turn. 

"Don't you see the way he looks at you Sam," Jill teased. It only made Sam's cheeks turn redder. 

"I used to date Brian a couple of years ago. We've just been friends since then. No hard feelings." 

"I bet he has some 'hard' feelings for you, girl." Dawn laughed as she played after Heather. 

"There's plenty of single guys here Sam if you want to get to know someone else." She winked and Sam ducked her head in embarrassment. 

"Awww poor Sam." Ginger crooned. "And it's bullshit on you Jill. I have all the fours so you can't have any in your hand!" 

"God damn it!" Jill shrieked as she poured vodka in her shot glass. She took it like a man though. That was the fourth time they had called her out since they had started. 

"I think I'm going to duck out of the next game. I'm really getting drunk and I should get some air." She couldn't hold back her laugh as they all rolled their eyes. 

"Lightweight!" Megan cackled as Sam got up from her barstool. She twisted her hair up in a rough bun, securing it with a hair band and started fanning the back of her neck to cool down. 

"Hahaha. I just don't want to ruin this perfect buzz I've got going on." She grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and made her way upstairs to the room they had claimed this morning. 

It was nearly 3:45 and the sky was such a beautiful bright shade of blue. The sun would be setting soon and she could see the clouds tipped in just a little orange and pink. Sam threw open the curtains and fell back onto the super soft bed with a sigh. Her body hadn't forgotten the tease Luca had given her earlier and it almost scared her. What in hell had possessed him to do that? She had never expressed any interest in Luca before and he had been so possessive of her. What if Brian had caught them? What if he had seen the whole thing? 

She rolled over on her stomach and cracked open her bottle of water. Her body thanked her for finally drinking something that wasn't alcohol. 

"Sam?" The voice at the door startled her so much that she spilled a little water on the comforter and immediately tried to soak it up with the sleeve of her shirt. 

"Brian?" She asked, slightly slurring his name as she caught him standing in the doorway watching her. 

"Just looking for you. The others saw you come up here. You feeling ok?" He stumbled in after closing the door behind him and sat down next to her. "I couldn't stand to play another damn game of pool. Cody was kicking my ass." He ran his hands through his shaggy hair and kicked off his shoes. 

"Drunk." Sam sighed as she capped her bottle and let it fall off of the bed and onto the floor next to her. 

"Yeah, me too. Not really used to drinking all day like this." He fell back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. 

"I should take a nap." She tried closing her eyes but the world started spinning violently. "No, no sleep; Too drunk." She groaned and tried to keep her eyes wide open instead. 

Brian just laughed at her mumbling. "There is so much to do other than sleep!" He rolled over on his side and rubbed her back with his free hand. 

"I'll give you something to do..." Sam muttered into the comforter without thinking. 

"Oh really now?" He slid his hand that was rubbing her back down further and grabbed her ass. 

"You know that's not what I meant." Sam buried her face further into the comforter with a groan. 

"I think drunk Sam finally shared her true feelings. Don't let sober Sam ruin it for us." He kept massaging her bottom and sliding his hand between her legs. "Jesus Sammy, you're so hot right now." 

Sober Sam was having a hard time winning this fight to stay just friends. She was too turned on right now to stop. His touch made her grind down onto the bed and her clit throbbed, begging to get its release. 

"Please, fuck me." Sam finally whispered looking over to Brian whose expression had turned predatory. 

He rolled her over so she was on her back and climbed over to straddle her lap. The bulge of his erection was straining in his jeans and he pressed it down between her legs, causing her to moan. 

"Did I hit your sweet spot?" He did it over and over again, and she brought her hips up to meet his thrusts each time. 

"I didn't say tease me, I asked you to fuck me." Sam grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head so she could see his beautiful chest. She ran her fingers along the defined lines of his chest muscles and gently brushed his little nipples so they peaked. 

"Who am I to deny you your desires?" He grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head as well so all that was left on her upper half was her lacy bra. Brian brought his mouth down to suck on her nipple through the thin fabric and she cursed under her breath at the intense sensation. 

"You are so fucking beautiful Sam." He blew on the wet fabric of her bra and her nipple puckered up in response. 

Trailing kisses from each breast to the star tattoos on her collarbones, Brian relished in every inch of Sam he could touch. His hand traced the roses that bloomed across her left ribs and something new peeked out on the skin on her hip. 

"And what is this..." Brian unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down slowly, driving Sam mad. Just like he had asked, she wore a pair of pink lacy boy shorts that matched her bra and he groaned as he took in the sight of her and her new tattoo. 

"Do you like it?" Sam asked as he scooted down to reach more of her. His head dipped down and kissed her abdomen. She kicked off her boots and when Brian came back up, he slid her jeans off the rest of the way. 

"It's beautiful." He scooted down to examine her new ink and kiss her leg. "It's like opening a present at Christmas." 

"Wouldn't you like to play with your present?" She breathed heavily. Her hips continued to buck up to try and make some kind of contact. Sam wrapped her fingers in Brian's hair and led his mouth down between her legs. 

"My pleasure." He kissed her through the lace of her underwear before pulling them down and exposing her pussy to the cold air. 

A shiver ran through her as she felt his hot breath on her moist skin. His tongue licked her folds and dipped into her pussy to taste her juices. The happy groan that escaped his lips made her quiver. 

Brian licked her pussy like a starved man. Memories of their time together as partners, raced through both of their minds like it had been yesterday. While Sam had taken no new lovers, had Brian? His thumb brushed her clit as his tongue dove in and out of her. A ball of energy was building inside Sam's core and she fought the drunken waves of nausea back so she could close her eyes to relish in the pleasure Brian was giving her. 

"Fuck!" Sam hissed as Brian took her clit in his mouth and sucked. His teeth grazed the sensitive flesh and her hips bucked to grind into his face. 

"You taste so fucking good. Why did we wait for this?" He buried himself between her legs, coaxing her orgasm to its peak. 

"Just shut...up... and keep...going!" Her hips were moving in circles and his tongue lapped at her as her body prepared to break. Stars flashed before her eyes and she tried to muffle her cry as she reached her tipping point. Her orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave and she knew she was soaking Brian's face but he lapped it up. Could the others downstairs hear her cries of passion? Did she really care? It made her laugh as her high came down slowly. 

"What's so funny? Did I do something?" His messy head peeked up between her legs and she couldn't even raise her hand to run it through his hair. 

"I was just thinking of all the people downstairs." She chuckled as he climbed up and shut her up with a rough kiss. 

"They should be jealous." Brian moaned into her lips, bruising them. He quickly finished getting undressed and Sam looked down at Brian's huge cock that sprung free of his boxers. 

"I am going to fuck you till you scream again," he threatened as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them beside her head. 

Sam remembered the other night when she had visited Brian at his house and he had tried to force her into having sex. She hadn't been ready and the thought had frightened her but now she lay panting beneath him, begging him to enter her waiting cunt. 

"Do you have a condom?" Even in her drunken state, she could remember her mother's warning. With no new sexual partners, there had never been a reason for Sam to get on birth control since she broke up with Brian long ago. 

He thrust himself into her without warning though and she squealed at the sudden intrusion. It felt like he was ripping her apart from the inside and she could feel him throbbing as he got used to her. 

"Damn you are tight!" He took a few more cautious thrusts before they both got accustomed to the tight squeeze. "When was the last time you had sex Sam?" 

Sam flushed and looked away from him even though there was no escape. 

"I just wanted to know how many guys I'm contending with here." He picked up his pace and she whined. 

"No one." 

"What?" He leaned down and bit the soft flesh of her shoulder. 

"There was no one. You are the only person I've ever had sex with." The admission made her stomach clench and he paused. 

"So there hasn't been anyone since we..." She shook her head and begged him to keep going. 

"Shit Brian, will you just keep fucking me!" She tried to move her own hips but he had her pinned. 

He didn't have a response yet for that but he obliged her request with a hard thrust that made her gasp. Her tunnel squeezed around him like a glove and she was so wet that he was able to slip in and out of her with no artificial lube. 

Brian spared her no mercy as he pounded into her and drove her down into the bed. His hands that held hers were making red marks on her wrists but he couldn't care about that right now. He drove down to the hilt and felt her unmoving cervix get in the way. The harder he pounded, the more she whimpered beneath him. If no one had laid claim to this cunt since they had broken up, then she was completely his and his to torture. 

"Not so hard." Sam pleaded as her body shook each time he rammed inside her. 

"You'll take it the way I give it." He hissed as he bit down hard on her shoulder in a sign of dominance. The teeth marks he left behind would remind her who was in charge. "You were the one who asked for this, remember?" 

"Brian, please!" She pleaded but her body was betraying her. A second orgasm was building between them and the head of his penis grazed her G-spot every time he entered her. "Ahhhhrgh!" She screamed hoping the noise downstairs prevented anyone from hearing their sex. 

"Cum for me, pet." He grunted in her ear as he forced both of her wrists into one hand and grabbed one of her large breasts with the other. 

Sam's body clenched like a vice around Brian's cock as he pulled her nipple and palmed her roughly. The second orgasm that pulsed through her, milked Brian until he released his seed deep within her belly. She could feel each searing jet as it coated her womb and overflowed from her pussy to leak down her ass. 

When Brian finally let go of her wrists and let his softening cock slip from her body, Sam curled up in a ball with her back to Brian. Why had she let him cum inside her? How stupid! But the afterglow of his rough fuck had her feeling like a goddess; a well fucked, pleased goddess... 

She felt his hands on her back as he tried to roll her back over. She winced at the soreness between her legs when she moved. 

"You alright?" He asked brushing away a clump of hair that had fallen from her bun. 

"Wow." She moaned riding a little aftershock of her orgasm. 

That brought back a smile to his face and he kissed her bruised shoulder. "Wow is right. That was fucking awesome." 

"You didn't have to be so rough though. I'm going to be walking like a duck for a week." She stretched out her legs and collapsed back in a tired heap. 

"Want me to kiss it and make it better?" He ran a cool hand over her stomach and the tattoos on her ribs again. 

"I don't think so you fiend." Sam sat up and paused as her drunken world spun. If she had thought she was drunk before, the orgasms that had ripped through her had just spiked her blood pressure to make things worse. She closed one eye to focus, and looked around for her duffle bag to find some more comfortable clothes and get cleaned up. Brian's sticky cum was smeared all over the insides of her thighs as she moved and she wanted it gone. 

"Get cleaned up so we can go back downstairs." Sam groaned as she finally got up and stumbled around. 

They both took turns in the bathroom cleaning up after their little romp. Sam whined when Brian came out of the bathroom wearing one of her hot pink camisoles. 

"Oh no, you can't wear that! That's mine!" She neatly piled her dirty clothes next to her duffle bag and put her hands on her hips. At least she had changed into a warm hoodie and a soft pair of lounge pants. 

"C'mon I look great in this!" He did a little spin like a model and Sam buried her face in her hands. She had no doubt that her cheeks were nearly the same color as the cami. 

"There's no way we can even remotely hide the fact we had sex now!" She started chasing after him as he sprinted back downstairs with a ridiculous boyish laugh. 

"Who's ready to fucking get wasted and make a bonfire!" Brian screamed as he rounded the bottom of the hardwood stairs with his arms raised victoriously.



Carpe Carnis



"So to what do I owe this wonderful surprise?" He looked so comfortable there in his basketball shorts and bare chest. Bare except for the sharp tribal tattoo that stretched from his right shoulder blade to his nicely sculpted chest. They had gone to the tattoo parlor together that day. He had been so drunk... She smiled back on the memory now.

"I got your voicemail. I was walking home from work and just decided to stop by. I talked to your dad for a minute too." She held up the beer that his dad had given her and raised it back to her lips to take a drink.

"So what do you think about going up to Michigan with us?"

"Your dad said I should go and keep you crazy kids in line." He rolled his eyes at her and hopped up off the couch to run to the fridge. The way his back muscles rippled made her shudder. 

"Stop it Sam. This is stupid. You're just reacting to him like this because you were so turned on earlier. Cool it down already..." She mentally scolded herself. 

"But you haven't had sex in almost two years since you two broke up..." Her inner voices whined. Brian interrupted her inner conflict though.

"I've got something for yoooouuuu..." He snuck something behind his back as he closed the freezer door and came back to the couch.

"Is it your huge cock?" She surprised even herself as she mentally asked the question. Thank God she hadn't said it out loud. Her cheeks flushed a bright, hot red and she rubbed at them to hide the heat.

"You ok?" He asked flopping down beside her again, still hiding something behind his back.

"Yeah, it was just a really long day at work. I got out late because Jill was late, again..." She thanked her laziness this morning for not putting on any makeup so she could properly scrub her tired, embarrassed eyes.

"Well maybe this will cheer you up." He pulled a tall bottle of dark amber liquid from behind his back and she rolled her eyes with a childish grin.

"Ol' Sailor Jerry, my favorite man on earth." She took the frosty bottle of spiced rum and gave it a longing look.

"I thought I was your favorite man on earth?" He joked but it only brought an uncomfortable silence between them.

"Right. I'll get you a glass then if you want some." Sam agreed and he got up from the couch again to grab two rocks glasses from a shelf near the fridge and get some ice.

"So what all is happening this weekend in Michigan? Why the sudden urge to have me tag along?" Sam gave him back the bottle of rum and let him pour her a glass as she drained the last of her beer.

They sat together for a while, talking about the small house party that was being thrown at an old vacation house by a lake up in Michigan. Brian showed her a few pictures of the place that his friend had sent him while he cleaned the place up. She couldn't deny the house was absolutely beautiful.

"You still didn't answer my question though. Why the sudden urge to have me tag along?" She watched his grin change over to something more thoughtful. 

It took him a moment to answer as he rolled the rum around in his glass, making the ice tinkle. "I don't know, Sam. You were just the first person who popped into mind when I was invited and they told me I could bring a friend. I didn't even falter, I just called you." The sly grin returned to his face and he started laughing to himself.

"What's so funny?" Sam asked now just confused at the whole situation.

"It's not you, I promise. It just hit me how lame that sounded even if it was true. I'm an ass, I'm sorry." He drained the rest of the rum in his glass and kept chuckling to himself.

Sam wanted to tell him he wasn't an ass but something didn't feel right while at the same time she was almost blushing at his confession. She held no ill feelings towards the boy but really she wasn't interested in him anymore. No! She just kept having these stupid sexual thoughts that she couldn't get out of her stupid brain! 

Instead of replying, she thought it was best to just refill their glasses and made sure she took a nice long drink as she watched him come back down to earth. 

"Want to do something else? Want to play Halo or do you need to get back home?" He offered her the remote he had been using earlier and she finally joined in his mirth.

"Sure, why not." She added some more rum to her glass and made herself comfortable next to him on the couch while he turned the console on.

They played for nearly an hour and a half before Sam's interest was starting to wane and her empty stomach was growling. That last part really the culprit for the reason she was having trouble focusing. She was drunk. Drunker than she had been in a while and Brian seemed to be right there with her.

His cold foot had nuzzled its self right under her thigh to find warmth and in between games he kept kicking her and tickling her so she would squeal. Sam didn't seem to mind though.

"Rums gone..." Brian sighed as he poured the rest into Sam's glass during a break.

"Why is the rum gone?!" Sam cried out in exasperation, quoting Captain Jack Sparrow.

"Yo ho, yo ho, A pirate's life for me..." Brian hissed as he drunkenly flopped over so he was resting his head on her shoulder.

"Ok pirate Brian, I think it's time for you to go to bed." Sam tried pushing his body away but she was all too aware of the heat radiating off his skin and the muscles flexing under her hands.

He smiled up at her with glossy eyes, "Only if you come with me."

His words caused her to still and she frowned. "Brian..."

He shifted on the couch so that he trapped Sam underneath him and pressed her back into the cushions. "Come on..." 

His erection left nothing to the imagination through his basketball shirts as it dug into her belly while he ground himself down on top of her and she moaned. Her head was swimming with alcohol and a sexual need that had been deprived for so long. His hands grabbed at her hair and pulled with more force than he had intended but he was too far gone.

"Sam, Sam, Sam." He whispered between kisses along her ear and neck. He was heavy, very heavy on top of her and she startled to struggle.

His hands roamed over her breasts and kneaded them fiercely before he finally lifted off her so his hands could go lower over her stomach and down to the waistband of her jeans.

"Hey pirate Brian, stop please. We really shouldn't do this." She tried to stop his fingers from unbuttoning her jeans.

"You say no, but your hot little cunt says yes." He rubbed her through her jeans and found where the seam of her jeans hit her clit just right.

The moan that escaped her lips belied her true feelings. She tried to get up from the couch but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his own. 

"Where do you think you're going?" He laid down on top of her again and ground his erection against that sweet spot between her legs. "Sam, I can't stop thinking about you. My dreams... you're always there. Always looking so fucking sexy with your fucking tattoos and piercings and fuck..."

Sam moaned again into Brian's neck as he rubbed her harder and harder with his stiff cock and strained her arms above her. "Brian, please you know this isn't right. Not right now. This is horrible timing." Every time she tried to close her eyes, her world spun and she was forced to try and focus on what was happening.

"Why is it that time of the month? Because I don't care if it is, honey. There's nothing wrong with getting my little red wings." With his free hand he slid her shirt up and cupped her breast through her bra. As he rolled her nipple between his fingers, she had had enough. 

"Get off me!" She screamed as little jolts of electricity exploded through her breast. His instinct was to push her shirt up higher and put his hand over her mouth to muffle her with it.

"Shhhhh. Don't scream, baby." He was struggling to keep her arms pinned above her head and her legs were flailing around trying to connect and kick at him any way they could.

"We're drunk Brian. You don't want to do this!" Her words were muffled by his hand and her shirt but she hoped that he had heard her pleading. His eyes were glazed over and the hungry look he was giving her was frightening her. Maybe there was another way to get out of this. Maybe she needed to stop her struggling so she could get him to let go of her arms or something. It was worth a try at least.

As she stilled, Brian played right along. His grip slackened on her wrists but he still held them. 

"Don't you want this Sam? Don't you miss me? Miss the love we once shared?" His head dipped down and nuzzled into her neck. She felt his body start to relax. She almost felt bad for him... Had he always felt like this since they had broken up?

Sam was silent though and she didn't nod or shake her head. She wasn't sure how she felt and this side of Brian was something she had never seen before. What the fuck had happened to him? 

"Let me please you Sam. Let me show you all the things I've been dreaming about." He was actually pleading with her. 

"Brian, I can't. Not like this. This is rape!" His hand had relaxed over her mouth enough that her words were at least intelligible but were they getting through?

"You used to like this Sam. You used to like it rough." He looked up at her with those hungry eyes but she could tell his moment was finally over.

Was he really justifying his actions like this! She shook her drunken head and freed herself from the hand that had been over her mouth. "You can't just force yourself upon me like this Brian! What the fuck were you thinking?" 

"I...I'm sorry. You used to like this. Remember?" He let go of her wrists and she rubbed them, trying to bring some feeling back.

"You scared me!" She hissed trying to get it through his thick skull.

Brian got up off of Sam and sat down where he had been before with his hands in his palms. "I guess I fucked up. I got carried away. It felt so comfortable though. It felt like it used to."

Sam couldn't deny that she had gotten comfortable too but not like that. This was not the time to rekindle old flames like that. "I should go home. I should have gone home a long time ago." 

She got up from the couch and walked back to the stairs to get her things. As she was fighting to put her boots back on, Brian finally rubbed his face and looked back up at her from over the back of the couch.

"Do you think you I could see you again? Make up for this? We could still go to Michigan?" He got up and walked over to where she still was getting dressed to go back outside. 

"Just let me think about it ok? I know its last minute but I need to think." She shouldered on her purse and zipped up her sweater when he suddenly grabbed her in a strong embrace that she couldn't help but return.

His strong arms held her and since he was taller than she was, his face rested in her hair. The crook if his neck had always been a perfect spot to nestle her face as they hugged and even after the scare he had just given her, there was no other place she would rather be. Maybe she could forgive him and give him another chance.

"Have a good night and sleep tight ok? I'll talk to you tomorrow when you're ready." He kissed her head and ran a hand through her hair gently this time before walking her back upstairs and to the door.

"Goodnight. Don't forget to grab a roll of paper towels to take downstairs." She smiled at him sheepishly while he gave her a confused look and then it dawned on him.

"Go home drunkie." He pushed her through the door and gave her a playful slap on the butt before he watched her go.

***

When Sam was finally home in her own space she sighed. That was not where she expected her night to turn that was for sure. She hadn't even realized that the white Charger was finally gone from her street. The house was dark so she turned on a few lights as she walked through the small, one story ranch home she shared with her mother.

In the kitchen there was an, I Love You, note on the microwave with a fading lipstick kiss at the bottom from her mom and she reheated the pork chops her mom had made for dinner. While she waited she hung up her sweater and put her boots by the door. There were a few cups in the living room from earlier in the day and she took them back to the kitchen to set in the sink. Everything was back to normal.

While she ate dinner to hopefully chase away the alcohol, she perused Facebook and checked her measly emails, most of which were junk mail. When she was finished, she turned the lights off in the living room and kitchen and headed back to her own bedroom to get undressed so she could shower. Her mom had set some mail on her desk and she ripped most of the credit card applications and other junk but there was one piece that she kept. It was hand addressed to her from an address she didn't recognize. It could wait till after her shower though.

Sam stripped down and didn't even bother with a robe since her mom was asleep. She just crossed the hall and jumped right in the shower. 

The water was hot and washed away the scum of her day at work. It all reminded her of the lewd scene she had peeked in on before she left and she just had to laugh. "God what a crazy ass day!" She said out loud to herself. How could she have not noticed Jill's infatuation with Nate earlier? They all had been working together for several years now. And what the hell had she meant by calling him, Master? Did they have some crazy S&M relationship going on?

Sam ran her sponge between her legs and felt the surge of pleasure build in her belly. She tried to ignore it right now and kept cleaning her body but every chance she got she ran the sponge between her legs and touched herself with its soapy softness.

"Jesus..." She finally cried out. She turned the water temperature way down and let the cold water give her system a good shock. It was enough to take her breath away as she rinsed the conditioner from her hair and the bubbles from her skin. Brian had only fueled this stupid fire. She should have gone straight home after work. All of this craziness could have been avoided if she had only sent him a text back. Now her sex drive was on high and there was not much left of her that could deny that the stunt he had pulled was hot as hell. If only he had waited until she had been ready. 

"Weren't you mentally asking for his cock as he sat next to you? How much more ready did you have to be?" The little voice in her head teased her as she stepped under the freezing water one last time. 

"Shut up..." She told herself. "That would have been rape and he knew it. And now I'm having full on conversations with myself, great." She huffed and rubbed at the goose bumps all over her skin before she turned off the water and grabbed two towels from the rack outside the shower. One of them she wrapped up like a turban in her hair and other she started drying herself off with before darting back to her room.

It was a nightly ritual for Sam; lotion all over her body, brush her wet hair, pajamas, brush her teeth, and settle into bed for the night. She stared up at the ceiling and the shadows that her bed side lamp cast around the room. Her body was exhausted but her mind was wide awake.

Music? Maybe that would help. She got up to fish her iPod out of her purse and grabbed a pair of headphones from her desk. Music was always a therapy that she found solace in. Hard rock, metal, classic rock, she was definitely her father's child when it came to those tastes. Her mother had always preferred classic rock and indie music. The softer tones gave her that sense of calm that a single mother enjoyed.

A little Rob Zombie was the first thing to pop up on her shuffle and she cleaned her room for a few minutes. The unknown piece of mail had flown from her mind and it still lay discarded on the desk as she folded her clothes or hung them in the closet. Yes, this was just what she needed. If she could get her mind off of sex or her friends who were actively doing such, this would be an easy night after all.

Five Finger Death Punch, Apocalyptica, The Ramones, In This Moment, Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Evan's Blue, and many others, they all serenaded her as she twirled around her room, doing a little white girl dancing as she tidied up. It was nearly 10:00 when she finally flopped back down again, gave a contented sigh of relief, and shut off the music to go to sleep.

Her dreams were barely anything to remember in the morning until something startled her from her slumber. A loud crack had shuddered the house and while her crazy imagination had originally scared her to death, it turned out that a storm had rolled in and thunder was booming outside. 

Sam groaned and rolled over to look at the alarm clock. 2:34 was way too early to be awake. She groaned again and pulled a pillow over her head to try and block out the sound of heavy rain and thunder but her body had decided there was no sleep for Sam tonight.

She rolled around in bed for a while, trying her hardest to drift back into her mild dream state but it was useless. Grabbing a couple of pillows and her blanket, she decided to go into the living room and let the TV put her back to sleep. Even in a safe neighborhood, empty houses always creeped Sam out at night. The lightning caused shadows to dance around and she sprinted to the couch with a squeak. 

"Stupid storm." She finished making her nest and turned on the TV. Some stupid infomercial tried to con her into 'the next big kitchen gadget'. Flipping the channels, she looked for something that would be interesting yet dull enough to lull her back to sleep. Nothing good played at 2:30 whatever in the morning... That was until she heard the moaning.

Sam stopped on a channel that had a man rubbing his oiled hands down a woman's back and bottom. His hands traveled between her legs, massaging as he went and the woman's panting grew hotter. He played with her clit and sunk a finger deep inside her which caused her to arch her back and howl.

"There really is no escape is there." She shifted uncomfortably on the couch but went ahead and set the remote down. "Oh, why the hell not."

Sam wasn't wearing any underwear but instead had on a baggy pair of boxer shorts and an old hoodie from high school. Her hand easily slipped between her own warm legs and passed over the little landing strip of pubic hair she kept as the woman on TV began dropping to her knees to take the man's thick cock between her ruby red lips.

"Oh get to the good stuff. I hate it when they spend so much time sucking each other off. Fuck her already!" She laughed as she screamed at the TV. She was only this bold when her mother was gone. She would have never, ever watched porn on the main TV if her mom was home even if she was deep asleep with her door locked.

Thunder shook the house again and the power flickered for a second. "Oh no, you already took my sleep away. You can't have the power too." She pinched her clit a little and turned her attention back to the couple on the screen.

The dark haired man had his hands wrapped in the woman's long blonde hair and Sam flashed back to work yesterday. TV hunk pulled blondie against him and she choked on his length. Jill had deserved Nate's roughness. She always held herself so high above everyone else. It was good for her to taste the dirt the rest of them had to walk on. Again she recalled Jill call Nate,' Master', and she shook her head. What the hell could that mean other than some S&M shit? 

The blonde on TV was thrown down onto the couch and her legs were spread open in a split that looked painful. His cock rubbed at her slit and she moaned like a cat in heat, bucking her hips each time he passed over her.

"You want this cock?" He asked her in a throaty growl. His hands rubbed forcefully up and down her spread legs, pinching and slapping as he went.




Carpe Carnis



"Yes," She hissed, batting her over mascaraed eyelashes. "Fuck me with me with that big cock." Sam rolled her eyes at the cheap dialogue but as she watched, her own body was responding to his roughness. 

Her sweet spot was moist now and her fingers glided in and out of her hot pussy, exploring every crease and fold. A soft whimper escaped her lips as she watched the man pound down into the woman's womb with such force her whole body shook. He held onto her legs like reins and bit the soft flesh of her calf in ecstasy.

Both Sam and the woman on TV cried out as their pleasure spiked. If only someone was here to pleasure her like that. She just wanted someone to pound her into oblivion until an orgasm wracked her brain stupid. She wanted to feel full and stretched, complete.

The woman was nearly bent in half now as the man leaned over her and grabbed her breasts. They were clearly fake, but the woman squealed as he kneaded her nipples and took them gently between his teeth. It made Sam reach under her shirt and fondle her own breasts.

She was ready to get off long before the woman on the TV. It had been a couple of weeks since she had felt this strong of an urge to masturbate and her body was more than ready. Faster and faster, she rubbed on her clit and dipped a finger into her pussy while she squeezed her breasts as hard as she could. 

Her cry of release filled the dark house as she allowed herself the opportunity to go wild. Her body arched off the couch and stars flashed before her eyes as she gasped, "Ahhhhh! Holy shit!" Her own cries drowned out the moaning of the couple on TV. 

"Holy crap that was awesome..." She whimpered as her body began to crash back down to earth. She kept rubbing her sensitive clit even though her orgasm had finished and it made her legs twitch with little aftershocks. Very slowly, the sounds of the world came back into focus. The rain continued to beat down and thunder crashed near enough to keep shaking the house. The woman on TV was being fucked from behind now and the man had a finger that was knuckle deep into her ass too.

That was a big no for Sam. That was an exit only hole, and she had been extremely adamant with Brian the few times he had dared ask that it was a complete deal breaker. How could people enjoy such a dirty act? 

Now that she was satisfied, Sam fished around in her nest to find the remote and switched the channel just as he was trying to wiggle finger number two into her ass. Once she had finally settled on an old episode of House, she curled up in a flushed ball with her blankets pulled tightly around her. This time, sleep found her quickly and she passed out with a smile.