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_The_Adventures_of_Samantha___________________________________________13


At last, Tom reached Sam's crotch.  The touch of his tongue on his genitals
sent Sam into a long, deep orgasm.

Sam was still in the throes of the orgasm when Tom moved, and thrust his
erection into the welcoming orifice.  Sam went into an even deeper orgasm as
Tom began pumping, Sam's body joining the rhythm in an attempt to keep as
much of Tom as deep as he could.

Sam had yet another deep orgasm at the same time he felt Tom's penis spasm,
and the warm liquid penetrating to the depths of his body.  He gripped Tom
so hard, that Tom could not roll off, even though his erection had
completely died.

They lay intertwined for a long time, Sam basking in the glow of his recent
orgasms and the pleasure of having Tom still inside him.

Tom finally managed to untangle himself.  He bent over Sam, and kissed him
deeply.

"You are fantastic," Tom whispered between kisses.

"You are not so bad yourself," Sam laughed.

Tom now laughed, and got up off the bed to go to the bathroom.

Sam just lay back, still glowing inside.

Tom came back to the bed, and playfully swatted Sam on the hip.

"Come on, kiddo," he said laughing, "it's time for breakfast and to get you
back to Susan's place."

Susan!  How could he explain this to Susan.  Obviously, she would know what
happened.  Would she be angry?

The thoughts coursed around his brain in a heartbeat, and he felt himself on
the verge of panic.

Tom saw his face, and kissed away the concern.

Sam's face softened.  He knew instinctively that nothing bad could happen
while he had Tom's protection.

Tom took Sam by the hand, and dragged him from bed.  He kissed Sam again,
then began getting dressed.

Sam took the hint.  He really wanted to stay for more, but he knew he had to
go back.  He slowly got dressed.

They drove back to Susan's apartment slowly, Tom seeming to want to keep the
moment going as long as possible too.  Sam was snuggled under his arm all
the way.

They went up to Susan's apartment arm in arm.  At the door, Tom took Sam
into his arms again, and kissed him thoroughly.  It was, again, Tom who had
to break the embrace.  He pushed the door bell.

Susan opened the door, and the glow on her face left no doubt in Sam's mind
that she had been occupied with other things than worrying about Sam.  Her
big smile also left no doubt that she was anything but angry.

"Don't forget," Tom said as Sam walked into the apartment, "we have a date
tonight."

Sam felt the rise of anticipation as the door closed.



47 Chapter -    Saturday Morning


"Sam!" Susan greeted him warmly.  "I am glad you are home.  We have a lot to
do today."

Sam smiled in returning her greeting.

"But first, I think we need to have a little girl chat."

"Oh, oh," thought Sam.  "Here comes the other shoe."

They went into the kitchen, and Susan poured coffee for them.

"First off," Susan began, "I can see by your face that you and Tom had a
little more than a platonic evening."

Susan had a wide smile on her face as she was speaking.

"Um, er," Sam fumbled, "it just happened Susan.  I don't know what came over
me."

"Oh, that's all right, Sam," Susan giggled.  "Don't forget, I have been a
woman much longer than you, and I do know how it feels."

The last statement shocked Sam.  He just now realized that he had been
thinking of himself as a woman most of the night with Tom, and had worn it
well.  Now his situation came back to him with a jolt.

"One thing interests me," Susan continued.  "Did you like making love as a
woman?"

Sam flushed.  He did not even know how to begin, but his face betrayed him
as he thought back over the pleasurable experiences so recently ended.

Susan giggled, "You don't need to say anything.  It is all there in your
face to see."

"Tell me," she kept probing, "was Tom any better than Mark?"

Sam was again at a loss for words.  He had enjoyed being with both of them.
They had both made him feel things he'd never dreamed of before, but they
were both different too.

"I liked being with Mark," he began shyly, "and he made me feel great.  I am
glad we had sex, even if I don't know how it happened.

"I like being with Tom, too.  He's different.  I just keep wanting him every
time I see him, and sex with him was out of this world.

"Susan!  What is happening to me?"

"Don't worry, Sam," Susan counselled, "what you are going through is
natural.  Mark satisfied your curiosity about making love, but I think you
really care for Tom, which makes it even better."

"I never thought I would think of a man as a sex object," Sam whimpered.

Susan laughed hard.

"Sam, dear," she said, "YOU are the sex object.  Tom is just the lover who
gets the benefit of it."

"Anyway, I think Tom really likes you," she continued.  "I haven't seen him
so taken since he pinned Jane back in college."

Sam was stunned.  He had never considered Tom and Jane before as a couple.

"Oh," he said hastily, "I am sorry.  I didn't know Tom had a thing going
with Jane."

Susan laughed again.

"Well," she began, "it isn't quite a big thing now.

"You know that our little group were all sorority sisters at Wellesley.  Tom
was going to Boston College at the same time.

"I forget how we all met, but we did, and Tom kept coming over to the
sorority house to ask one or another of us out for dates.  I really think he
had trouble deciding which of us he liked best.  Anyway, he was always a
perfect gentleman, and never let on that he might favor one or the other of
us.

"It went on like that for almost two and a half years, and then he started
dating Jane a little more often than the rest of us.  Not that we suffered -
he still dated all of us quite frequently.  Anyway, about Christmas break of
our senior year, he and Jane went off somewhere for the holidays, and she
came back wearing his fraternity pin.

"I think that they were seriously thinking of getting married and starting a
family after graduation, but Tom's dad passed away a month or so later, and
he left BC to go home and take over the family business.  He already had
more than enough credits to graduate from BC, so it didn't hurt his college
any, but it did throw a blanket over him and Jane.

"It wasn't until years later that we all moved down here and got together
again.  I guess too much time had passed, and we all remain friends, and
sometimes lovers, but the bigger thing with Jane sort of got left behind.

"I don't know how Tom feels, exactly, but I do know that Jane still has his
fraternity pin in a frame beside her bed.  I guess she is still hoping, but
knows better now.  Maybe she gets enough of Tom's attention to keep her
going.  They still do date quite often, you know."

"Which brings us to you," Susan said pointedly.

"Tom likes you very much.  In fact, I think he may be falling in love with
you, even though he did not like you very much as a man."

"I just wonder if you know what that means, and what your feelings are about
him."

Susan paused and waited for a reply.

"I'm so confused," Sam began in a low voice.  "I like Tom, and he makes me
feel good, even when he just looks at me.  My panties always seem to be wet
around him.  I don't know how it feels to be a girl in love, but I think I
must be feeling a little of it, and it scares me."

"Hmmm," mused Susan.  "I wonder how deeply you really do feel for Tom.  You
probably don't even know yourself yet.

"Let me ask you a question.  Don't answer now, whatever you say will be
wrong right now.  Just think about it for a while, and we will talk about it
later.

"Do you love Tom enough to want to give him a baby?  Enough to give up any
chance of going back to being the old Sam?"

Sam started to say something, mentally framing a denial and refusal.

"No!" Susan cried.  "Just think about it.  I don't even want to hear what
you were going to say now."

"OK, Sam," she said to change the subject.  "Go get a bath and put on some
clean clothes.  We have lots to do today."

Sam went into the bathroom, thinking about what Susan had said to him.

When Sam finished cleaning up and was putting on fresh panties, he heard the
telephone ring.  Susan answered it, and Sam could hear some of what she was
saying.

"Oh, hi lover," she said.

"No, I don't have any problems with that."

"Maybe you should ask her first."

"Oh, I'm sure she would love to."

"OK. Hold on a minute."

"Sam!" she shouted.  "It is for you."

Sam walked out of the bedroom.  He suddenly remembered he only had a pair of
panties on.  It was probably his breasts flopping around with every step
that reminded him.  The breasts did not seem so strange now, but they
definitely did remind him they were there.  He stepped back into the bedroom
and wrapped a towel around his breasts before going into the kitchen and the
phone.

"Hello," he said, tentatively.  This was the first time he'd had a telephone
call since he started this adventure.

"Hello yourself," Tom's laughing voice came through the instrument.  "I just
wanted to remind you that we have a date tonight."

"Oh, how COULD I forget, silly!" he responded, not knowing what came over
him to reply in this manner.

"Well, I was hoping you might be looking forward to it as much as I am," Tom
said.

"I doubt you could possibly be waiting more anxiously than I am," Sam heard
his now feminine voice say.

"Well, I am glad of that," Tom said, laughing.  "What I really wanted to
know is if you might be interested in going to the beach tomorrow."

"The beach?" Sam said.

"Yep.  It's a bunch of sand with a whole bunch of semi-naked people all over
it," Tom laughed.

"Oh, I knew that!" Sam replied, now laughing too.  "And I would love to go."

"Oh," Sam said, suddenly remembering his situation.  "I had better check
with Susan first."

Tom laughed, "I already did, lover, and she said it would be OK with her.
In fact, I asked her to go along as chaperon, but she said she might have
other plans."

Chaperon?  Sam was not used to needing a chaperon.

"Well, I would certainly love to go," Sam said.

"Great!" Tom exclaimed.  "Have you bag ready when I pick you up for the
dance.  We'll get an early start."

"OK," Sam agreed readily.

"Love you," Tom said, as he hung up.

Sam murmured into the now dead handset, "Me too."

He was in heaven for a moment, still holding the telephone, when the
implications dawned on him.  He had agreed to a date, and a whole day with
Tom, including the night between the two.  Obviously, Tom expected some sex.
Curiously, Sam looked forward to that as well.

"I see by the smile on your face that Tom's invitation was not exactly
unacceptable," Susan giggled.

Sam just sighed.



48 Chapter -    Preparations


"Well, we better pack you a bag now.  We won't have time this afternoon,"
Susan continued.

Sam went into the bedroom, confused again.  Just what did girls take on
overnight dates?

Susan came into the room with a small, red suitcase.  She opened it on the
bed, and went to the dresser.

"Susan," Sam admitted, "I need help.  I have no idea what to take.  I think
I am in over my head."

Susan laughed, "This is a miracle!  Sam Gordon asking a mere woman for help!
Will wonders never cease?"

Sam flushed brightly.

"Well, you'll need some clean panties.  And a bra.  Hmmm, a bathing suit
might be nice, too," Susan laughed.

"Oh, and Tom likes to eat in nice restaurants, so I guess we will have to
pack a nice dress.  Of course, some cosmetics, towels, sun tan lotion, and
so forth," she said.

It was beginning to sound like a major operation to Sam.  He'd made
overnight trips before, carrying an extra pair of shorts in his briefcase.
Now, Susan was making the thing sound like he would be gone for a month!

Susan quickly chose the items she had mentioned, and began folding the
underwear neatly in the suitcase.  She stopped and held up Sam's bikini.

"Oh, dear," she said, "this will never do.  It is fine for around the pool,
but the governor made that stupid law last year, and this could get you
arrested."

She looked at Sam, and continued, "Of course, getting arrested might prove
to be an interesting experience for you."

Then she laughed, "But it would certainly embarrass Tom, and I don't want
that.  I guess I could loan you one of my bikinis."

Susan hurried to her room, and returned a few minutes later with a whole
pile of clothes in her arms.

She packed the more conservative, white bikini into the suitcase, then eyed
Sam critically.

"I think this dress will do for you," she said, holding up a short, flowered
sundress.  "You can probably get away without hose, but I'll pack these
pantyhose for you anyhow.  Now shoes..."

Susan reached under the bed and picked Sam's white pumps to be packed, then
she rifled through the cosmetics she had been amassing on the dressing
table, dropping quite a few items into the case.

"OK, I think that should do it," she said, closing the suitcase.

"Susan," Sam said, "why a dress?  We're going to the beach.  Wouldn't shorts
be more appropriate?"

"Sam, dear," Susan explained, "you still have a lot to learn.

"Yes, shorts are appropriate for the beach area, but a lot of nicer
restaurants and stores don't allow women in shorts.  A dress is always
appropriate, and the one I picked is short enough to be cool, but stylish
enough to go almost anywhere."

"Oh," Sam murmured.

"Which brings me to something else," Susan began talking again.

"You won't be coming home after the dance, so PLEASE fold your formal and
petticoat NEATLY in the suitcase when you take them off.  I would hate to
have all Darlene's work ruined.

"Also, we have appointments to get our hair done this afternoon.  I'll have
Aileen show you how to brush your hair into a more casual style for
tomorrow.  Try not to get it wet, though.  That might ruin everything.

"And, if you can't resist going in the water, make sure you put the wet
bathing suit in a bag before putting it in the suitcase.  You don't want it
soaking everything else."

"Now, you will be on the beach, and in the sun.  Make sure you put on some
suntan lotion.  You are a woman now, and you don't even have the little hair
a man does to protect you from the sun's rays.  I'm sure Tom will be glad to
help you get the hard to reach places," she giggled.

"OH! I almost forgot," she said, as she reopened the suitcase and put a
couple of books inside before closing it again.

"You might want something to read on the beach," she smiled.

"This is a major operation," Sam exclaimed.

"Oh, don't be silly.  It's only overnight," Susan responded.

"Now, get dressed.  We have to be over to the beauty salon very soon," she
said, turning and leaving the room.

Sam sighed, and went to the closet.  He picked one of the less revealing
dresses, but even it had a mini-skirt and would not hide a bra.  He slipped
the revealing dress on, and went to the dresser to play with his hair and
lips.

Susan was smiling again when she came back into the bedroom.

"Sam," she said, "you are learning a few things.  You look lovely.  Now, we
have to go.  Grab your purse and come on."

Sam felt a little pride in her compliments.  He grabbed his purse and
followed her to the car.

As usual, Aileen greeted them at the door to the salon.  She always seemed
to be in a happy mood.

"What will it be today, ladies?" she inquired.

"You know the dance at the country club is tonight," Susan rejoined,
laughing.  "We need the works!"

Aileen laughed too.

"Oh, and show Sam how to get into a more casual style.  She has a date
tomorrow too."

"Aha!" Aileen exclaimed.  "I'll make Sam the belle of the ball, after you,
of course, Susan.  And I will be happy to show her how to change to a more
casual style.  All part of our service!"

Sam was seated for a repeat of last Saturday's trip to the salon.  The
smells were just as bad, but he must be getting used to them now.

As before, Aileen did his hair herself.  Only this time, she pinned an
elegant style in place, and showed him which bobby pins to take out, and how
to brush his hair into a more every day style.  Then, she put his hair up
for real.  A manicure completed the process, Sam having a few small chips in
his nail polish.

He started to get up from the chair, when Aileen stopped him.

"Not quite yet, Sam," she enjoined.  "Becky insists on doing her magic to
your face for the ball."

He settled back into the chair, knowing Becky loved to make her treatments
on him as painful as possible.  He sighed in resignation and waited for her.

Sam was wrong.  When Becky came over to work on him, she was bubbling with
joy, and worked rapidly and gently.  She was singing to herself the whole
time.

"Becky," Sam asked, wondering at the change in her since the last time they
had met, "you seem much happier today.  What happened?"

"Oh," Becky confided, "I got a new boyfriend.  My sister just got engaged,
and you seem to have been a good girl.  I think I have forgiven you for what
you did to my sister."

"Thank you," Sam acknowledged, relieved.  Then he remembered to add, "And
congratulations to both you and your sister."

Sam did not know why he needed to add the last part, but it felt right.  He
still had a hard time recalling Becky's sister from before, but wished her
the best of luck.

It was about three hours later when Susan and Sam returned to the apartment,
freshly coiffed and made up.

"Now, Sam," Susan warned, "don't put your hands to your face.  And don't eat
anything.  You want to be your loveliest for Tom tonight!"

Sam agreed, but he was hungry anyway.  He settled for coffee with Susan
before it was time to begin getting ready for the evening.



49 Chapter -    More Surprises


He was still struggling to get into his formal when the door bell rang.  He
went into panic.  He was not nearly ready, and Tom was here already.  Then,
he heard female voices in the living room.

Susan came into the bedroom, and helped him zip into his dress and find his
shoes.  Then, she brought him into the living room.  He was startled to see
Terri sitting on the sofa with a guy he had never met.

"Oh, Sam," Terri bubbled, "you look lovely!"

Sam thanked her, and his eyes took in the strange man.

"Oh, where are my manners," Terri continued.  "Samantha, meet my husband,
Jeff.  We just dropped by to deliver your photos on our way to dinner."

Sam shook hands with Jeff.  It was beginning to seem natural to him not to
shake vigorously, as a man, but to more lay his hand in the other's hand in
a more lady like fashion..

"Well," Jeff laughed, "if you look this good in that dress, I will bet the
photos are fantastic!"

"OK, Jeff," Terri laughed, "calm down.  We are here just to drop the package
off.  These ladies have places to go tonight."

"Oh, well," Jeff said, with an exaggerated sigh.

Terri stood, and handed the thick envelope to Susan, then grabbed Jeff by
the arm to lead him out.

"You can put your eyes back in your head now, Jeff," she laughed.  "We are
going."

Jeff, Terri and Susan were laughing as the couple left the apartment.  Sam
was not sure what to make of the situation.

Susan put the package on the coffee table, and led Sam back to the bedroom.
They needed to finish getting him dressed before Tom did arrive.

Susan had just finished showing him how to put on the long, formal gloves
when the door bell rang again.  Since he was now dressed, he followed her
into the living room.  This time it was Tom.  Tom was dressed in white tie,
complimenting their evening dress.

Tom greeted both Susan and Sam with a kiss.  His kiss to Sam was a little
longer than Susan's, but neither was lacking.  He complimented both on their
looks, and sat on the sofa.  Sam joined him there.

"Can I get you a drink, or some coffee," Sam said, eager to please him for
some reason.

"No thanks," Tom replied, laughing, "I will just drink in your beauty."

Sam blushed.

Tom saw the package on the coffee table, and picked it up.  Sam's heart
sank.

Susan walked in again, now completely ready, and saw the package in Tom's
hands.

"Tom," she began, "those are some pictures we had done of Sam.  Would you
like to see them?"

"Sure," Tom agreed readily.

"I haven't even seen them myself," Susan said.  "They got here just before
you did."

Tom's eyes bulged visibly as he pulled the first picture from the envelope.
Susan murmured her appreciation, and Sam blushed redder and redder.

The first picture was one of the tamer ones of Sam on the bed in the
nightie.  The second was another of those.  The third one, however, was one
of the shots on the rug, with Sam posing like a Playboy bunny.

"I like this one," Tom said, laughing.

Susan laughed too.  "I thought you would like that kind of picture.  You are
just a typical male."

"Hey," Tom protested, "there isn't anything typical about me!"

"Well, I guess you do have a few good points," Susan admitted.

Tom gave her a big hug, "Just a few?"

He tickled her ribs, and Susan began laughing.

Sam, now beet red, simply sat in the corner, until Tom grabbed him for a big
hug and tickle too.  Then, he began laughing and joining in the fun.

"Sam," Tom said, "these photos are fantastic.  I wish I had thought of this
idea."

"You ARE a typical male," Sam said in mock hurt.  "You just want this poor
woman's body."

"Well," Tom admitted, trying to sound serious, "there are some good things
to be said about women's bodies."

Tom and Susan could not hold back, and broke into laughter.  Sam joined in a
moment later, still blushing.

Tom pulled more pictures from the envelope.  He seemed to enjoy every one of
them.

"Tom," Susan said, "would you excuse us for a moment.  I think we need to
powder our noses."

"Certainly," Tom agreed, "but don't be gone too long.  I might do something
obscene to these photographs."

Susan and Tom were laughing as she led Sam into the bedroom.

"That was not planned," she explained to Sam after she closed the bedroom
door.

"But Tom likes the pictures, and I think they are fantastic too.  Would you
like to give them to Tom?"

Sam blushed again.  He did not know what to say.  He was embarrassed by the
poses, but really did appreciate that Tom liked them.

"Oh, come on, Sam," Susan cajoled.  "He has certainly seen all those
pictures show and more after last night.  Besides, there really isn't much
you can see on a woman's body to be embarrassed about."

"Well," Sam hesitated, "I am having a hard time not being embarrassed.  On
the other hand, Tom does seem to like those poses."

"It would be a nice gift, after all the joy he has given you," Susan
persisted.

"Oh, all right," Sam agreed, finally coming over to her arguments.  "He does
like them, I think."

"Oh, he does that all right!" Susan laughed.

They both returned to the living room, where Tom was still looking at the
pictures.

"Tom," Susan said, "excuse me for a moment.  I think Samantha wants a word
with you in private."

Susan went into her bedroom, and Tom looked at Sam, questioning.

"Er, Tom," Sam stumbled.  "Do you really like the pictures?"

"Of course I do," Tom said.  "They remind me of you, and the pleasure we
have enjoyed together."

"Um, well," Sam still stumbled, "why don't you keep them, then.  As a
present from me."

"Thank you, Sam," Tom said graciously.  "I will treasure the pictures, and
the gesture, forever."

Tom wrapped his arms around Sam and kissed him passionately.

"Ahem," Susan cleared her throat as she entered the room.

Tom rose, and hugged and kissed Susan.

"And thank you, Susan," he said.  "I know you put Sam up to this."

"Oh, I did not," Susan protested.  "It was Sam's decision."

"But I'll keep it in mind if it gets me a big hug and kiss like that next
time," she added quickly.

All three laughed.

"Oh!" Susan said.  "Tom, why don't you take Sam's suitcase down to your car
while we wait for my date.  Then we'll be all ready to go when he gets
here."

"Sounds good to me," Tom replied.

"It is just inside the bedroom door," Susan directed.

"Yes, ma'am," Tom said, miming a bell hop.

They were all laughing as Tom took the case down to the car.



50 Chapter -    A Night At the Club


When Tom returned, he had the baseball player that Susan had dated the
previous evening in tow.  He also had a corsage box in his hands.

"Um," he said, "I found this jock downstairs looking lost.  Did anyone here
lose a baseball player?"

Susan laughed delightedly as she turned to kiss the newcomer.

"I was so anxious to get up here, I forgot your corsage earlier," Tom
admitted, as he ineptly pinned the flower on Sam's dress.

"Thank, you Tom," Sam said.  "It is lovely."

Susan laughed, "You still haven't learned how to pin flowers on a dress!"

She fixed the corsage on Sam's bodice to match her own.  The flowers
complimented both women very well.

"Well," Tom said brightly, "I don't know about the ladies, but I do know
that we growing boys get hungry.  And I'm still a growing boy!"

They all laughed, as the women joined arms with their dates to go out for
dinner.

As they walked to the cars, Sam felt the strangeness of the formal's length
brushing his stockings.  It felt odd, and even with the long slit in front,
made walking a little more difficult.  Tom did not seem to mind that he
leaned a little harder on his arm from time to time though.

Dinner was Chinese tonight.  It was not the run-of-the mill, tourist place,
but rather a real, high class Chinese place run by real Chinese.  Each of
the eleven courses served was so completely different in taste, that each
was a brand new treat.  The only problem was that Sam had a little trouble
learning to manipulate the chopsticks in his formal gloves.  Susan did not
seem to have that problem.

Like the night before, Susan and Sam went off to the ladies room after the
meal.  Susan repaired Sam's lipstick, and they talked a while, allowing the
men to have their boy talk and cognac.  Sam still felt left out by this.

"Sam," Susan counselled, "you have to remember this is a formal ball.  There
will be a receiving line, and you have to remember to be on your best
behavior tonight."

"I'll try, Susan," Sam said, "but I never went to a real formal dance
before."

"Well, you don't want to embarrass Tom do you?" Susan asked.

"Oh, no.  I'll try really hard to do things right," Sam said with
conviction.

"OK," Susan said, accepting his pledge, "I'll try to get Jeff and I ahead of
you in line.  You just do what I do, and you should be all right."

"Thanks, Susan," Sam said, very much relieved.

They went out to join the men for coffee and transportation to the country
club.

Tom's arm draped across Sam's bare shoulders during the drive, and Sam
pressed his body closer.  He enjoyed the feeling of being touched by this
man, and even his damp panties could not diminish the pleasure his touch
brought.

They arrived before Susan, and drove to the front door of the country club.
Tom got out of the car, handing the keys to a valet, and come over to Sam's
side of the car.  Another valet had opened the door and assisted Sam out of
the seat, so they stood arm in arm while Susan and Jeff disembarked.

Susan whispered in Tom's ear, and she and Jeff went into the club first.
Tom and Sam were directly behind them.

The men in the receiving line were all in white tie, and the women in
formals.  There were fifteen couples to greet, all considerably older than
Sam.  He got through the ordeal by simply smiling a lot, and following
Susan's example.

Susan whispered in his ear, "You did fine.  The rest is easy."

The band was already playing, so the two couples went to the dance floor.

It was a strange environment, and Sam pressed even more closely to Tom than
usual during the dance.  Tom did not seem to mind.

The long skirt of his dress kept bothering him, but the proximity to Tom
made up for it.  He just drifted in Tom's arms, letting him do all the work
of leading.

As they danced, Sam felt a strange hardness through the thin fabric of his
dress.  Tom was getting an erection here on the dance floor!

"Don't hold me so tightly," Tom whispered in Sam's ear.  "You seem to be
having an effect on me.  I think we'll need to dance another song now, at
least."

Sam could hardly object.  After all, he was enjoying being wrapped in Tom's
arms, and knew he did not want to subject Tom to the embarrassment of
walking through the crowd with an erection showing.  He just smiled, and
made an effort not to press so tightly to Tom's body.

Three songs later, they joined Susan and Jeff at a table.  A passing waiter
delivered champagne as Tom seated him.

Now Sam had another problem.  The long slit in the front of his skirt wanted
to fall down off his legs.  He tried to be casual, and arrange the skirt to
cover the legs better.  He could only hope he did it casually enough to get
away with it.

Before long, the other women of the group came in with their own dates.  All
of them were present, and each looked lovely in their formals.

Carol was with a guy named Ed tonight.  Sam guessed that Greg didn't fit
into this crowd too well.

Gloria, Lois and Gwen all introduced their dates as doctors.  The three
couples seemed quite at ease with each other, and Sam guessed they had dated
many times before.

Sharon's date was Harold, the man Sam used to think owned the neighborhood
bar where this whole thing started.  In his tuxedo, Harold did not look out
of place here, and he did not seem to recognize Sam from the old days at
all.  He and Sharon seemed at ease with each other too.

Jane's date was one of the executives from the office where Sam used to
work.  He did not seem to recognize Sam either, even though Sam knew that
Jane had posted before and after pictures in the ladies room at the office.
Sam did not know the guy too well when he worked there anyway.  Jane and he
did not seem like a boss and his secretary either.  In fact, he seemed to
defer to her.

Darlene and Cindy were also there, both looking stunning in what were,
obviously, original designer gowns from their shop.  He missed their dates'
names, but the men reeked of old money.

Like the night before, Tom made a point of dancing with each of the women.
And, again like the night before, the ladies' dates each danced with Sam.
Tonight, he enjoyed dancing with all of the men.

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