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NIS: Pieces of Sam (Book I)
Copyrighted 2009 Rachael Ross all rights reserved


		Chapter Four: Saturday (cont'd)



"Do you want to get something to drink?" Angela asked me, and we'd
kinda slowed down. It was almost eleven o'clock according to the clock-
radio by her bed and we'd been making out for two hours at least. It
seemed like two minutes.

"Yeah," I agreed and smiled a little sheepishly. "I think I have to
use the bathroom too."

"Me too," she giggled. "We can have some lunch, okay? You can stay,
right?"

"Um, for a little bit," I nodded and I don't know why I said that.

"Okay," Angie smiled at me. "Come on. I'll show you where the bathroom
is."

I could've stayed all day if I'd wanted, but after we'd stopped
kissing, I felt a little confusion. I wanted to think about what had
just happened, if that makes sense. It all seemed so fast, looking
back on it, and I didn't really understand how I'd ended up making out
with her like that. I looked at my tongue in the mirror, first thing,
because it felt sore and kinda swollen. My lips too, actually, but
they still looked the same as far as I could tell.

Angie was using the bathroom downstairs, so I was taking my time. I
really did have to pee though and I realized my boxers were wet. Not
like soaked or whatever, but definitely wet and I hadn't noticed that
before. My pussy was wet too. My little lips down there were bigger
than they usually were and sticking out a little. Usually they were
tucked in tight and I touched them, even though I didn't really want
to, and my finger came away with some clear moisture on it.

I wasn't dumb. I knew I'd gotten turned-on or whatever, excited by
what me and Angie had been doing. I didn't need my pussy to tell me
that! But it was sorta surprising to me anyway, how I'd gotten wet
without even knowing it. How my pussy had responded without being
touched at all. I always figured I'd have to get touched down there
before anything would happen, you know? I don't know why. I just
thought that and now I knew it wasn't true. Not that it was a big deal
anyway though; like what difference did it make? None really, except I
was still learning stuff about me and mostly I wondered if Angie had
gotten wet too.

"Hey!" Angie smiled when I found her in the kitchen. "I'm making
tomato soup. Do you like that?"

"Yeah," I replied, feeling kind of nervous and wishing I didn't. I
just wasn't sure how to act or what I was supposed to say.

I mean, was Angie like my girlfriend now? I'd never had one before.
I'd never even kissed anyone before. I felt weird inside, like scared
kinda, but not that. Something else. I was thinking about Josh and
trying really hard not to. I was thinking he couldn't ever know I was
doing this. I was feeling guilty maybe and part of me really wanted to
leave, but part of me wanted to stay, especially when Angie would
smile at me and she was doing that a lot.

"We can make some grilled cheese sandwiches too," Angie decided.
"Can't just eat soup, right? That's not a lunch!"

"I guess not," I shrugged and smiled and pretty much wished I was as
comfortable as Angie was. She was like fearless or something and in
that way she reminded me of my mom. Sorta.

It was fun though, even as nervous as I was, and I helped her make the
sandwiches. Just setting out the plates, slicing the cheese and
putting it between the sliced bread so she could toast it up with a
frying pan. We kept bumping into each other all the time too, like
that kitchen was smaller than it really was, and that was funny. We
didn't say much though. We didn't really have to, but we smiled a lot
and giggled. Angie didn't seem so old to me then. I mean, sometimes
she acted older, like the college girl she was, but sometimes she was
more like my age. Like she never really grew up at all.

"You're, um..." I cleared my throat as we ate our soup, "...You're a
lesbian, right?"

Angie giggled at me and I blushed.

"I mean, you just like girls?" I said quickly.

"I like cheese!" she said with a grin and she had a big yellow blob on
her finger and I watched as she scraped it off on her tongue.

"I kinda noticed!" I laughed.

"Sorry. Yeah," she nodded. "I like girls too. Mostly I just like you."

"Oh!" I blinked at her and then I realized she was teasing me and I
laughed.

"You don't have to be shy, okay?" Angie said. "I'm your friend.
Whatever you want to say or ask me, I'm not gonna get mad."

"Okay," I agreed. "I'm sorry. I just never..."

"And you don't have to say you're sorry either," Angie smiled and she
pulled her sandwich apart so she could get at the melted cheese
inside.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, almost laughing but not sure if I
should or not.

"What?" She grinned at me, scooping up cheese with her finger because
we'd put a lot of it in the sandwiches. "Here! Open your mouth and
close your eyes, Angie's gonna give you a big surprise!"

Of course I had to do it. God! I had to do whatever she wanted and it
was just being silly. She slipped her cheesy finger in my mouth and I
sucked on it for her, both of us giggling, and before I could swallow
it, she was kissing me again. It was really weird kissing with all
that melted cheese covering my tongue and sharing it with her, but
that's what we were doing.

"Sam and cheese sandwich!" Angie giggled and I rolled my eyes at her.
"You taste good!"

"Yeah," I agreed. "So do you."

"Try again!" she insisted. "Close your eyes!"

"Ummm...Okay," I said and I couldn't stop smiling.

"Are they closed?" she wondered playfully.

"Uh-huh," I promised and I expected her finger again, or maybe even
her tongue, but it was something else and I blinked at the girl as I
found her cheese covered nipple sorta poking my tongue.

"Ah yeah!" Angie laughed, holding my head as I took her into my mouth,
her nipple and even more of her boob than that, and I was sucking on
it to get the cheese off.

"You're kinda crazy," I giggled, licking my lips and I knew I was
blushing hard. I'd just been sucking on a girl's boob!

"I don't know what kind of sandwich that one was," she grinned at me.
"Was it good?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded and my tummy was doing flip-flops again.

"Yeah," she nodded, sitting down in her chair again with her left
breast hanging out of her robe. I tried not to stare at it and Angie
didn't even seem to notice. It was still wet with my spit and her skin
was pink.

"This is kinda weird," I said and I really didn't know what we were
doing. I mean, I did. But I didn't know how it had started or why.

"You want to go upstairs?" she asked me, meaning her bedroom, and I
wanted to. I seriously wanted to do that more than just about
anything, but...

"I don't know," I smiled at her, trying to let her know I wasn't mad,
just sort of...confused. "This is kinda new, you know?"

"Yeah," she nodded and the girl was serious again. "It's kinda scary,
isn't it?"

"A little," I admitted. "I sorta just want to think about it or
something. You know?"

"Then that's what you should do," Angie shrugged and then she sucked
on her top lip for a second. "Did I go too fast for you, Sam?"

"Ummm..."

"I didn't mean to," she told me. "But I know I do that sometimes. I
mean, with everything. I'm sort of hyper or something."

"No," I shook my head. "I liked it. It wasn't too fast, but..."

"But what?"

"I don't know if I want to do...more, you know?" Like kissing was okay,
that was fun, and maybe kissing her tits would be great, but what was
after that? We were going really fast, I thought, even if I wouldn't
admit it.

"Yeah," Angie smiled. "I know what you mean. We'll just do what you
want to, okay?"

"Are you sure?" I wondered and the truth was that I only barely
understood everything we were talking about.

"I'm your friend, right?" Angie assured me in her tender voice. "I'm
not going to do anything you don't like. I promise."

"I know," I replied with a grateful smile and I believed her. "I
promise too."

"See? That was easy!" Angie giggled and I was smiling and she leaned
across the table and I met her halfway, without even thinking about it
really.

I let her tongue find mine and we kissed again and I almost forgot how
nervous I'd been. I forgot almost everything except how nice it felt
to be close to another person like that. I kept my eyes open too, and
so did Angie, and I liked looking at her. She was so pretty and I
could taste her beneath the soup and the cheese, the flavor that was
hers alone. And I could smell her hair and her baby powder skin, so
soft and smooth everywhere I touched her. I could stay all day long if
I wanted and just...kiss her.

"You're my boyfriend now," Angie breathed a minute later.

"Am I?" I giggled and licked my lips.

"Do you want to be?" she asked me, sounding pretty serious and I
narrowed my eyes.

"Um, kind of," I said slowly and I was smiling nervously. "But I can't
even drive or anything."

"That's okay," she smiled back at me. "I don't want you to take me
anyplace."

"I don't know," I laughed. "Yeah. This is fast now."

"Is it? Okay." Angie laughed too. "See? You get it. All you have to do
is tell me, Sam. Because if it's up to me?"

"What?"

"I want to do everything with you," Angie kissed me again and I knew
she wasn't lying.

After lunch we just did friend stuff. I mean, we didn't make out or
anything, although we did kiss sometimes and there was a lot of
touching and looking, you know. But mostly we just talked a lot and
not about anything important, just us. Angie showed me her photo
albums, she had four of them, and so I got to meet her friends and
family, kinda. She was from Olympia and I'd been there once, for a
school fieldtrip to the capital, so it wasn't like I'd really been
there at all.

"Say groovy!" Angie grinned at me and I blushed when she took my
picture with her little camera.

"Don't do that!" I protested, but of course she wasn't going to let me
say no and she took a couple photos. I didn't mind very much, to tell
the truth, I just wasn't sure what kind of face I should be making, so
I just tried to look like me.

"Like this..." Angie said, putting the camera on top of the television
and bending over so she could look through it. "Don't move!"

"What are you doing?"

"Ten...nine...eight..." she counted out loud, giggling as she hurried over
to the couch to sit with me. "Put your arm around me, boyfriend. Yeah!
Like that!"

All I could do was smile as the young, blonde college girl curled up
next to me and pulled my arm around her so I was hugging her. We were
both looking at the camera and just at the last second, Angie turned
her head and kissed me on the cheek and then the flash went off.

"One more!" Angie decided before I could even laugh and for that
picture we didn't look at the camera; we were too busy kissing.

That's what she wanted, a picture of us making out on the couch and
Angie tugged her bathrobe off her left shoulder, exposing her breast
again and putting my hand on it. She sighed into my mouth as I held
her boob and gave the girl a squeeze, nearly forgetting what we were
doing until the flash went off. That made us giggle and it was so
strange being casual like that, touching another girl and just not
caring.

"You're not gonna show anybody that picture, right?" I wondered.

"What? Of course I am!" Angie giggled at the look on my face. "I'm
going to put it on my Friendster page!"

"You are?"

"No!" Angie sighed and kissed me again. "I'm going to keep that one
just for me. I'll make you a copy!"

"Okay," I giggled nervously and I probably sounded kind of relieved.

"I wouldn't really care if anyone else saw it though," she told me
seriously. "If people know I'm your girlfriend? It wouldn't bother
me."

"They already know about you though," I said. "I mean your roommates,
and like your parents...They know, right?"

"Yeah," she agreed. "I never really kept it a secret or anything."

"Nobody knows about me," I sighed and then I snorted, "I didn't even
know about me until today."

"I knew about you," Angie giggled.

"Sometimes they tease me at school," I admitted. "Some of the girls
do."

"Yeah? What do they say?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and I hadn't told anybody this stuff, not
even Josh. It only would have made him mad. "Like, one girl, um...Emma,
she's a senior, she called me a dyke before."

"She did?"

"I was just walking past her and some other girls and she said, 'What
are you looking at, dyke?' and they all laughed," I shrugged. "And I
wasn't even looking at her at all. She just said it."

"Girls can be mean," Angie frowned. "Last year, when I was a senior,
they called me Lizzie."

"Lizzie?"

"Yeah. Like Lezzie, you know? Lesbian? But they couldn't get away with
that in front of the teachers," she shrugged. "Everybody knew what
they were really saying. They called me that all year."

"That would suck."

"Pretty much, yeah," Angie nodded. "Nothing I could do about it though
and I was pretty queer anyway. It was just dumb and everybody would
laugh. That's what bothered me. I hated getting laughed at."

"Yeah," I sighed. "That's what I hate too."

"Hey! Want to see my yearbook? I'll show you all the idiots," Angie
giggled and she was already going to the bookshelf. "I wasn't even
going to get one, but then I figured I'd never see those people again
and some of them were okay."

"Did you have a girlfriend?" I wondered.

"Kinda," Angie smiled at me. "Found it! One of my teachers was gay,
so..."

"Your teacher?"

"Yeah," Angie said as she sat down with me again. "Ms. Remdey.
Everybody called her Miss Remedy. I'll show you."

Angie opened her yearbook across our thighs and paged through it. She
pointed out her friends and her enemies, the kids who'd teased her the
worst. The senior portraits were all in color and Angie showed me
hers. She looked pretty much the same, but that picture was only like
six months old or something anyway and I realized she wasn't really
that much older than me.

"There's Cindy," she smiled, pointing at her teacher, Ms. Remdey who
taught Humanities and French, according to the book. "She gave me
straight A's," Angie giggled. "And I never did any homework!"

"Oh yeah?" I grinned at that. "Did she make you stay after school a
lot?"

"Sometimes," Angie nodded. "Mostly I just went to her house, you know,
for French lessons!"

"God!" I stuck my tongue out at her. "How old is she?"

"Thirty-seven," Angie shrugged. "But I didn't care. I just wanted to
be with somebody, you know?"

"Yeah," I sighed and then I blushed because maybe Angie would think
that I meant her, but she didn't seem to notice.

"She's the only one?"

"My only girlfriend?" Angie looked at me. "Until now. Yeah. I collect
teddy bears, not girlfriends."

"Heh!" I smiled at that.

"Look! I'll show you the girl I really liked though," she said,
flipping pages and finding a tenth grade girl who kind of glared at
the camera. She was cute, with dark hair and eyes, but...

"She looks mad," I said and read her name out loud. "Amy Lopez."

"Yeah, she does," Angie sighed. "She used to run around in this big
leather jacket and wear a bandana kinda. She was crazy!"

"What? Was she in a gang or something?"

"In Olympia?" Angie laughed. "I guess she coulda been. I just liked
the way she looked."

"Like me?"

"Yeah," Angie answered. "Kind of. I like that tomboy thing, I don't
know."

"No," I smiled. "I mean, um...cause I'm half-Mexican?"

"What?" Angie giggled. "I didn't think about it. What's your last
name?"

"Oh," I giggled because that seemed like a weird question. "Madeiros.
Um...Samantha Salinas Maria Madeiros," I kinda rolled my eyes cause I
knew that was too much name just for me.  "What's yours?"

"Samantha Madeiros?" she was giggling. "I'm Angela Faye Thompson.
Boring huh?"

"Uh-uh," I shook my head. "No. Angela Faye is pretty."

"Sam Madeiros...Hmmmm..." Angie tilted her head and I smiled nervously.
"That's a cool name, but you don't really look Mexican."

"My mom does," I said without thinking, and then sighed because I
hadn't wanted to mention her.

"Yeah, but I don't wanna kiss your mom!" Angie rolled her eyes. "I
always wanted a boyfriend, but without the boy, you know?"

"So..." I smiled at her, "...If I was wearing a dress you wouldn't like
me?"

"No! Of course I'd still like you," she said. "I'd just wish you
wouldn't."

"You're kinda weird," I giggled. "I mean, not bad weird, but..."

"I know!" Angie laughed too. "But you love me anyway, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded and then my brain caught up and I cleared my throat.
"I like you a lot, I mean, um..."

"It's okay," she reassured me. "I didn't mean it like that."

"I know," I said quickly and I felt kinda dumb. I knew she didn't mean
I totally loved her or whatever. "I should get going probably," I
said. "Mom's going to be getting up pretty soon and..."

"You're not mad, are you?" Angie wondered and I shook my head.

"No! Uh-uh," I looked into eyes so she'd know I wasn't lying. "It's
just that she has to go to work at five, so I want to see her cause..."
I shrugged and trying to explain how weird things were at my house
would probably take all weekend.

"Oh," Angie nodded. "Where does she work?"

"You don't know?" I giggled, just because sometimes it seemed like the
whole world knew what my mom did.

"Uh, nope!" Angie shrugged and she had a curious smile.

"She works at Pure Platinum," I told her. "She's a dancer."

"Oh. Cool," she said. "Your mom is pretty, um...Wow!"

"Wow?" I rolled my eyes and this was why I didn't want to talk about
my mom.

"Yeah. What's wrong with that?"

"With her being pretty wow or being a dancer?" I wondered, because I
was a little lost suddenly.

"I don't know," Angie laughed. "Both, I guess."

"Nothing's wrong with it," I said. "Just some of the guys at school
kinda talk about her...You know."

"Yeah, I bet," Angie nodded and just looked at me for a few seconds.
"I wish you didn't have to go."

"Me too," I said. "Maybe, um...If you want to, you can come over later?"

"Yeah!" she smiled. "I'm not doing anything."

"I'll talk to my mom," I promised, feeling kind of stupid for
admitting that I had to get permission, but Angie didn't say anything
about it.

"Okay," Angie agreed and we were getting up and I suddenly didn't want
to leave. It had been a lot of fun just being with her.

My army coat was in the kitchen and I was putting it on when Angie
found her purse and started looking through it. She wrote her phone
number down for me and I gave her mine. Then she totally surprised me
when Angie pulled a twenty dollar bill out of her wallet.

"What's this for?" I looked at the money as she put it in my hand.

"For you!"

"But I didn't do anything," I said, trying to give it back to the
girl.

"So?" Angie wouldn't take it. "I told you I'd pay you if you came
over, right? It's not your fault you didn't rake up the leaves."

"Yeah, but..." I frowned, thinking she was giving me the money because
I'd let her kiss me or something.

"I just want to give you something," Angie said. "Okay? It doesn't
mean anything except that."

"You already gave me something," I told her and I'd brought my bear
downstairs with me. "You don't have to pay me."

I put the money on the table and maybe Angie thought I was mad, but I
wasn't. I just wanted to make sure she didn't think she had to give me
money so I'd be her friend or so I'd let her kiss me. Especially that.
Even if it didn't mean anything to Angie, it meant something to me and
I didn't like it.

"Okay," Angie nodded and she was sucking at her top lip.

"I'll call you later," I promised. "I had a lot of fun today."

"Me too," she said and I could see some doubt in her eyes, like Angie
thought she'd screwed everything up for us.

"Bye." I had to get on my tip-toes to kiss her, because I wasn't very
tall and she was. I held her shoulders and kissed her lips and for a
few seconds Angie held my waist and kissed me back. We were okay.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


"Hi!" I smiled when I found my mom sitting at the table drinking
coffee.

"Hey Sam," she smiled back at me tilting her head so I could kiss her
cheek. "How's the raking business?"

"Hmmm..." I giggled.

"What?" Mom scratched her hair and she had a serious platinum bed
head.

It was only about 2:30 in the afternoon anyway, so she must have just
gotten out of bed. She was sitting there in a pair of loose shorts,
burgundy with a long faded 'Property of UW' stenciled on them, and a
men's muscle tee that somebody had left behind. The armholes were so
big and long that half of my mom's boobs were showing.

"I was just hanging out mostly," I shrugged. "With that Angela girl,
you know? The one next door?"

"Oh, the nurses?" she asked, having seen the girls once in awhile in
their white outfits. "Is that the black one?"

"No! That's Janelle," I said. "Angie is the blonde one."

"Oh."

"She's pretty nice," I shrugged, opening the refrigerator and finding
a Diet-Pepsi.

"So you didn't do any raking?"

"Not really," I said, opening my soda with a snick! "I was kinda
wondering though if it would be okay if she came over tonight."

"Mmmm..."

"She's eighteen, Monica," I told her. "Angie's really cool."

"What did you guys do all day?"

"Just, um...talked and stuff," I shrugged. "Oh! Check this out!"

"What's that?" she wondered, following me with her eyes as I went into
the living room and came back holding my teddy bear.

"It's a teddy bear!" I giggled. "Angie's got a whole bunch of them.
She gave me one."

"Oh? That's nice of her."

"Feel it!" I said, coming closer so I could give it to her. "It's like
mink or something. Isn't it cool?"

"Soft," Mom agreed and she was looking at the card.

"I named him Josh," I said with a small laugh. "Cause Angie said he
didn't have a name yet."

"What's this girl like?" my mom wondered, kinda getting right to the
point the way she does. Or maybe I was just paranoid, because I was!

"Angie?" I shrugged. "She's nice. I don't know. She's my friend,
Monica."

"Okay," she nodded at that, handing my bear back to me.

"We didn't do anything!" I said without thinking, feeling kind of
desperate suddenly because Mom didn't seem as happy as I expected her
to be. She always said I should be more outgoing, so I figured she'd
be all smiles, you know? Like enthusiastic or something.

"You didn't do what?" She narrowed her dark eyes and I swallowed hard,
realizing too late that I shouldn't have said that.

"Nothing! God!" I frowned at her and I felt my tummy knotting up
inside. "I just mean I like her."

"Sam," Mom smiled, but it wasn't a real one. She knew me too well and
I'd been trying to act normal, which means I wasn't acting normal at
all, probably.

"She likes me," I said. "What's wrong with that? Can't I have any
friends?"

"Of course you can," Mom sighed. "I didn't say you can't."

"Can she come over?"

"Maybe," Mom told me. "I'd like to meet her first."

"Why?"

"Because you're fifteen, for one thing," she gave me a real smile.
"And I want to know who your friends are."

"I'll call her, okay?"

"Okay," Mom agreed and she was being normal. I was the one all
stressed out, but I couldn't help it.

"Right now," I said, swallowing thickly and she nodded, kind of asking
me with her eyes what I was waiting for.

I had no idea if my mom had ever kissed another girl, and I didn't
want to know. The only thing I was sure of was that I didn't want her
to know that I'd been making out with Angie. As soon as I'd walked
into our apartment, I'd figured my mom could see it all over my face.
I had a girlfriend now. I'd kissed a girl and touched her tits and
everything. I'd tried to hide that, but Mom had to wonder why an
eighteen year old nursing student would want to hang out with a tenth
grader like me. And giving me a teddy bear, one with a card that says
"I love you" on it? I was positive my mom knew everything and if she
talked to Angie it would be like the end of the world.

I was scared about what Angie would think too. Like I had to get my
mom's permission to hang out with her? God! It made me feel like a
little kid or something. I hated that. Angie wasn't going to like me,
not if I called her up and said that my mom wanted to meet her. It was
bad enough I didn't even have a driver's license. Angie said I was her
boyfriend, but I didn't feel like one. Why couldn't Mom just say yes?
Why did everything have to be so hard all the time? What if Angie
laughed at me? Or what if she told my mom that she was my girlfriend?

"Yellow!"

"Angie?" I said, looking at the piece of paper she'd written her phone
number on.

"Sammy? Hey! I was just thinkin' about you!" she giggled, even though
I'd just left her house like twenty minutes before.

"Me too," I smiled into the phone and glanced at my mom. "I mean,
yeah. Um..."

"What's going on?"

"This is kinda weird, but..." I cleared my throat.

"What?" Angie asked. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Uh, my mom sorta wants to talk to you though."

"She does?"

"I told her we're friends and everything..."

"Everything?"

"No." I swallowed hard. "I mean we were hanging out and stuff."

"Okay," Angie said. "I'll come over, okay?"

"Come over?" I'd been thinking they'd just talk on the phone or
something.

"Sure!" she laughed. "I'd love to meet your mom."

"Um. Okay." For just a second I wondered if Angie meant she wanted to
meet her because my mom was so 'wow!' and I pushed that thought away
quick.

"Cool! See you in a couple minutes."

"Alright." I hung up the phone and looked at Mom. "She's coming over."

"Good," she smiled, but I had no idea what to expect.

The only real friend I'd ever had was Josh. I mean, I had other
friends, a couple, but only at school mostly. I'd never had a lot of
friends outside of school; it was always me and Josh. I wasn't kidding
about being lonely sometimes either. Even though he was my best
friend, Josh couldn't be with me all the time, especially during the
week. Most nights I was by myself. Sometimes I talked to Josh on the
phone or whatever, but usually I just watched television, did my
homework and some chores and junk like that.

If Angie was my friend now, I thought she could come over sometimes
since she was a girl and she was older. Mom would trust her maybe, you
know? I wasn't thinking about kissing her or anything. At least not
only about that. I just really wanted a friend I could be with while
my mom was working. I would have liked Angie even if we never kissed,
I thought, but part of me wondered if that was the only reason she
liked me. It would kind of hurt if it was and I was afraid to ask her.

"Why don't you run to the store and get something for dinner," Mom
said and she'd already opened her purse.

"What?" I stared at her. "But Angie's coming over."

"I know," she nodded, digging out a whole bunch of one dollar bills.
Mom always had a lot of ones and fives, especially on weekends. "Get
some lettuce and tomatoes. We'll have a salad for dinner. Some
cucumbers too, okay. Salad stuff."

"You just want to get me out of the house," I frowned.

"Yeah," Mom smiled at me. "But we have to eat too, so I'm killing two
birds with one stone."

"Ha-ha," I rolled my eyes and took the money.

"Go on," she slapped my butt. "Get some milk too."

"Change your clothes," I told her.

"What's wrong with this?" Mom looked down at herself and I rolled my
eyes. It was hard to tell when she was kidding sometimes.

"Please?"

I knew she wanted to talk to Angie alone, but I wasn't sure why and it
bothered me a lot more than I let on. They could talk about anything,
especially about me, and whatever Mom said would probably embarrass
me. Angie too, maybe, and I didn't like this at all. The worst
possibilities went through my head. Like what if my mom found out we'd
been kissing and she got mad? She might tell me I couldn't ever see
Angie again or something. She might laugh at me for being a lesbian or
whatever. She wanted Josh to be my boyfriend and I knew Mom liked boys
just fine. She loved boys more than ice cream, so probably she
wouldn't like it if I had a girlfriend all of a sudden.

This sucked! And it was like five blocks to the little grocery store
and I was running around, grabbing stuff and trying to add it up in my
head. Lettuce and tomatoes and those little red onions and...Oh!
Cucumbers and some black olives, because I liked those. And then I was
in line and I remembered the milk and the checkout girl was like
retarded or something so it was taking forever, and the woman ahead of
me wanted to use a debit card to pay for a stupid can of cream corn!
Ugh! It was taking forever! And Mom was probably telling Angie that
she didn't want her daughter turned into a lesbian and...

"I'm home!" I opened the door, kinda expecting Armageddon or
something. You know, the end of my world?

"...oh yeah! She was crazy!" Angie was laughing and my mom was smiling
as they sat at the table.

"Hi Sam," Mom looked at me. "Did you get everything?"

"Hey Sammy," Angie smiled at me and she looked nice in a violet
sundress.

Angie looked really nice and her blonde hair was brushed and loose
around her shoulders, and she had some pink lipstick on and some eye
shadow that made her blue eyes pop. Yeah, Angie looked great and I
felt my heart kinda skip a beat and I hadn't expected that. I didn't
know I'd be so happy inside just seeing her again, but I was and I
smiled back. I couldn't help it, even though Mom was sitting right
there looking at me.

"Hi Angie. Yeah, Monica, uh, I got it." I felt my face getting warm
and I only stood there for a second, just long enough to take off my
army coat before I went into the kitchen.

That didn't hide me at all either, since there wasn't any wall between
the kitchen and the little dining room which wasn't really a dining
room anyway. Basically, our apartment only had four rooms. Two
bedrooms, the bathroom, and the front part where the kitchen, dining
room, and living room was. The kitchen had a linoleum floor and the
rest was carpeted in beige, but otherwise...it was just a big room.

"...so after that, I decided I wanted to be a nurse," Angie said,
continuing her story, I guessed. I'd missed the first part.

"Well, good for you," Mom decided with a smile and then glanced at the
clock. "Oh! I'd better start getting ready for work. I need to get in
the bathtub, I think."

"Sure." Angie turned her head to look at me. "Maybe I can help Sam in
the kitchen?"

"Do you know how to cook, Angie?" Mom wondered and I was glad that
she'd put on a regular t-shirt before Angie had come over, except it
said "Is your dick hard?" across her tits and "STAFF" on the back with
The Bodyshop logo thing underneath. She did it on purpose, I bet.

"Mmmm...sorta," the girl laughed. "I like to try anyway."

"Me too," Mom agreed as she stood up and it was still kinda early, not
even four o'clock yet, but maybe she knew Angie and me needed some
time to talk behind her back. I hoped so anyway and I took it as a
good sign, like my mom was alright with my new friend.

"Hey," Angie said softly in my ear and her hands were on my waist as
she stood behind me.

"Hi," I turned my head to look at her and we were whispering. "What
did my mom say?"

"She's okay," Angie said and her eyes were full of humor. "She told me
I had to be nice to you."

"She did?" I smiled at that.

"Uh-huh," Angie kissed my ear. "She loves you a lot."

"I know."

"Your mom just wants you to be happy."

"That's what she said?"

"Yeah," Angie agreed and then gave me a curious smile. "Why do you
call your mom Monica?"

"Oh, um...I don't know. She told me when I was little that her name
isn't Mom," I shrugged like I didn't care. "I'm pretty used to it now.
Is it weird?"

"Just different."

"Yeah, well," I sighed. "My mom's kinda different too."

"Yeah," Angie giggled. "She asked me why I like you."

"What, um...What did you say?"

"I said I like you because you're special," she smiled at me.

"Okay."

"And because I've never met a girl like you before."

"Really?" I bit my bottom lip, searching Angie's eyes with mine.

"Really," she sighed happily.

"You don't like me just because we, um...You know...Kiss and stuff?"

"I liked you before I ever kissed you," Angie told me. "You know that,
Sam."

"Yeah."

"Did you like me?"

"Yeah," I told the girl honestly. "I always liked you."

"That's why this is so easy for us," Angie closed her eyes and took a
deep breath with her nose in my hair.

I kissed her neck then, just below her ear where the skin was soft and
sweet, and Angie turned her face so she could kiss my lips and that
was nice for both of us. We just couldn't do it too much and I was
pretty nervous, although I knew my mom was in the bathroom. Still, the
idea of getting caught was making my stomach ache and Angie let me go
and it was fun anyway, just being with her and chopping up vegetables
for our salad.


=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=


"So, um..." I sat on Mom's bed, watching her pull up a black thong after
her bath and she'd taken a long one.

Probably to leave me and Angie alone for a bit, but maybe because
she'd wanted to shave her pussy too. Mom did that sometimes and other
times she'd let her pubic hair grow back and just trim it. I kinda
wanted to shave mine, except I thought that it might be better if I
got a lot of hair and it covered my pussy up. I just didn't like
myself down there at all.

"Hmmm?" Mom hummed as she dug through her dresser for a bra. She had a
lot of underwear.

"Is it okay if Angie hangs out for awhile?" I asked slowly, not
feeling confident at all.

"Yeah," she smiled at me over her shoulder. "I think so."

"Thanks, Monica!" I let out a little breath.

"But I want to know what's really going on, Sam."

"About what?" I asked innocently and my relief went away quickly.

"About you and Angie," she turned around as she fixed a lacy black bra
over her breasts, kind of grabbing herself and jiggling her tits
around.

"I like her," I shrugged and my mom already knew that. "What, uh...What
if I don't really like boys? Would you be mad at me?"

"Sam," Mom smiled and picked her dress up off the bed next to me. "I'm
never going to be mad if you're happy. I just want to know that you're
okay. That you understand what you're doing."

"I know what I'm doing," I said, but that was kind of a lie and we
both knew it.

"You're barely fifteen," she reminded me. "That's a tough age.
Everything's changing, isn't it?"

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Kinda."

"Kinda," Mom smiled as she pulled her dress up, a one piece mini-dress
made out of some stretchy stuff. "Do you love her?"

"What?" I blinked at her. "No."

"Okay," my mom nodded and turned around. "Get my zipper for me."

"What if I did?" I asked nervously because I wasn't totally sure. "I
mean, what if I really like her a lot and, uh, we sorta kissed and
stuff?"

"You mean if you kissed her again?" Mom laughed lightly. "You've got a
little pink lipstick. Just..." she touched the corner of her own mouth,
"...there."

"Oh." I blushed and resisted the urge to wipe my lips.

Mom was dressed now and she sat on the bed so she could put on her
heels. She looked awesome, like always, and I could see us sitting
together in the mirror. That black dress was tight, enough so I could
see the dimple of her belly button, you know? Her boobs were like
propped up and ready to spill out. Mom's legs were just kinda...Perfect.
I'd never look like her, I thought. Nobody could.

"You can have a friend," Mom told me. "A girlfriend. I won't say you
can't. But you have to respect yourself, okay? Angie is very nice and
I like her, but she's older too. I don't want you to get hurt."

"She won't hurt me."

"I know," she said softly, buckling an ankle strap with her legs
crossed high at the thighs. "What about Josh?"

"Josh?" I swallowed hard and I'd been trying not to think about him
too much.

"Are you going to tell him about Angie?"

"I don't know," I said, looking down at my hands. "Do you think I
should?"

"I think you should think about it," Mom nodded as she put her leg
down. "He likes you a lot."

"I know."

"He really likes you a lot, Sam." My mom touched my chin so I'd look
at her. "You know what I mean, don't you?"

"I don't want to have sex with him," I frowned, thinking about how
he'd almost kissed me. How I'd almost let him.

"I know," Mom nodded. "You should have told me before."

"Uh...I know," I replied, realizing my mom thought I was a lesbian and
I'd known it for a long time or something. How could I tell her I just
found out? It was kinda embarrassing and I wasn't really sure I was a
lesbian anyway. But at least she'd stop bothering me about Josh. That
was a good thing, right?

"You have a lot of thinking to do," Mom sighed. "I know we don't get
to spend a lot of time together, but..."

"Yeah."

"You can talk to me, alright?" Mom gave me hug and I nodded against
her shoulder. "I'm always going to love you, no matter what happens."

"I know. I love you too, Monica."

"Maybe I can take a night off next week," she smiled at me. "We can go
out and do something. How about that?"

"Really?" I smiled back and she hardly ever had a night off from work.
"Yeah. Okay."

"Alright," Mom said after a good minute of just holding me. "Angie's
probably wondering where we are. Is dinner ready?"

"Yeah," I nodded and then I had to hug her again. "Thanks, Monica."

"Okay." She kissed my hair.


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"This is your room?" Angie laughed and I shrugged, not sure if I
should be embarrassed or not.

It was a pretty normal bedroom, I thought. I had a single bed with
blue sheets and it was mostly made, kinda. I had a little bookcase,
pretty much stacked with comic books. I liked Batman a lot and I had
all of those since I was like seven or eight. A lot of Batman! Some
Hulk and Spiderman too. I had an encyclopedia set at the bottom, from
like 1977 or something. My mom had bought the whole set for about
three dollars at a yard sale.

My football was there and my baseball glove and I didn't have a
computer, so my desk had a model of a German Tiger tank on it, kinda
half finished. I'd screwed it up a little and so I was going to use
the parts from another model to build a weird, alien tank thing. I had
my poster of Ichiro above my bed and another one of the Seahawks
Cheerleaders. My dresser was littered with baseball cards. I had an
Army poster too, it said "Home of the Brave" on it and sometimes I
liked it, sometimes I didn't.

There was other junk too, a cardboard box with parts from my bike in
it. I'd sorta taken it apart at the end of summer and when I'd put it
back together I had stuff left over and my bike didn't really work too
great. I was going to ask Mr. Evans to help me, except I was shy to
admit I'd broken my bike, you know. Walking everywhere did suck
though, but winter was coming anyway, so...It was a pretty normal room,
for a boy, I mean. There wasn't anything girly in it, that was for
sure.

"Yeah. This is my room," I nodded and I guess I sounded embarrassed
about it. "Um, sorry it's kinda messy."

"No!" Angie said as she sat down on my bed, sort of bouncing her butt
and smiling at me. "It's perfect! What an awesome room!"

"Yeah?" I smiled back at her.

"Yeah! I like it a lot." She took a deep breath, sighing happily, and
I watched her tits rise and fall through her thin, purple dress and
she hadn't worn a bra. "Come here, boyfriend."

"Okay," I said, feeling shy all of a sudden, but the way she was
looking me...

Angie's eyes were big and blue, not weird big, but just amazingly big,
like perfect for her pretty face. A person couldn't look at her
without falling into her eyes, I didn't think, and her body was long
and so thin. She was as tall as my mom, even an inch or two taller
maybe, but Angie didn't weigh much more than I did, I bet. And her
hair was like gold around her face, not fine like mine, but full and
soft and it was like I'd never seen a girl before in my life.

I had a girlfriend and she was sitting on my bed.

"Mmmm...I like this," Angie breathed as she lay on her back and I was on
top of her.

"Me too," I nodded and she had her long legs spread around me, so that
my crotch was against hers, kinda.

We were still dressed. I still wore my jeans and that big sweatshirt;
Angie's dress was kind of pulled up her thighs. My chest was against
her tits and I was on my elbows, wiggling my fingers in her hair, and
my pussy was definitely wet. I could feel the moisture soaking into my
boxers and trickling down my thighs. We were moving together, sort of.
Angie's feet would rub the back of my legs through my jeans and she'd
lift her hips to feel me against her, kinda grinding against me and I
was doing the same.

It was making me incredibly hot. My bedroom felt like a sauna and I
was sweating beneath my clothes. Angie was flushed as well, her
usually pale face had a lot of color and we'd been kissing for an hour
probably. Sometimes not even kissing, she'd just hug me against her
breasts and squeeze her thighs against my hips as we hunched our
bodies together. It was like we were having sex, except I couldn't
really feel it as much as I wanted to. My nipples felt so hot they
were cold, or something, and I moved just to feel the fleece of my
sweatshirt rub against them.

My pussy though. I'd never felt it like that before. I'd gotten wet
that morning, but I hadn't really noticed until after. I hadn't felt
it down there, but now I did. There was something itching me as well,
a sensation that I couldn't find. Some part of me was awake and wanted
to be touched. I was trying too. I was pushing myself against Angie
because she seemed to be feeling the same way. She sighed a lot, we
both did, and made little gasps and lingering moans every now and then
in between kisses.

This was the most fun I'd ever had and I didn't know why! I'd always
figured sex would be kinda boring, but...

riiiing...riiiing...

The telephone in the kitchen was ringing and I lifted my head, licking
my bruised lips because Angie had been biting them and for some reason
that had felt pretty awesome.

"Don't get up," Angie whispered with a breathless giggle.

"It's probably my mom," I said and my alarm clock read 7:34 so we'd
been making out for like an hour and half.

"Ummm..." she pouted a little, just teasing me as she unwrapped her
legs.

"I'll be right back," I told her. "You want a soda or anything?"

"Okay," Angie nodded, dragging her fingernails along her thighs and
the girl's dress was around her waist. I saw her pink panties, the
tight ones with the little white bow, and they had a dark stain on
them and I could see the vague outline of her sex. She'd gotten wet
too and Angie wanted me to know it, I thought.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, expecting it to be my mom, but it
wasn't.

"Hey! What's up?" Josh asked me and I felt kind of hollow all of a
sudden. I'd totally forgotten he even existed.

"Oh! Hi, um...What's going on?"

"Nothing," Josh said. "I thought you were gonna come over or
something?"

"Oh, um, yeah." I swallowed thickly and my tongue protested because
I'd been kissing Angie so much that it kinda hurt. That was weird.

"So? What are you doing? How come you didn't come over?"

"I was, uh, doing stuff. Um, raking and then talking to my mom. I
don't know. What did you do?"

"Cleaned the yard," Josh said. "Mom was pretty mad all day and Dad
just wanted to sleep, but she wouldn't let him."

"Oh."

"What are you doing?"

"Um, I'm just watching TV mostly."

"You want to come over?" Josh asked. "We can hang out for a little
bit, right?"

"Nah," I frowned at the phone and Josh knew I could stay at his place
until nine on Saturday nights, then I had to be home and once in
awhile my mom would call to make sure. "I'm kinda tired. I'm just
gonna stay here, I think."

"Oh." Josh sounded disappointed and I felt bad about that.

"We're gonna work on Mom's car tomorrow, anyway," I said, just to make
it not so bad. "Your dad can still help, right?"

"Yeah, I think so," Josh said. "What time tomorrow?"

"I dunno," I shrugged. "Whatever time you guys want to come over."

"Okay."

"Oh!" I jumped slightly as Angie put her arms around my tummy from
behind. I hadn't seen her coming at all and I shrugged a little as her
mouth found my ear.

"Is it your mom?" she whispered.

"What?" Josh asked me.

"Nothing," I said. "Um, I gotta go. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Gonna sleep, huh?" Josh was still disappointed.

"Yeah," I lied and sorta squirmed as Angie kissed and licked my ear.

"Okay," he sighed. "Goodnight Sam."

"Um, goodnight, uh...Josh," I breathed, trying to stifle a giggle
because Angie's tongue really tickled.

"Josh?" Angie asked me once I'd hung up the phone.

"Yeah, he's my best friend," I told her. "Um, he was just wondering
what I was doing."

"You didn't tell him you have a girlfriend now?" Angie smiled and she
had her arms loose around my neck as I faced her.

"Not yet," I admitted and I was holding her hips, like we were
dancing, kinda, except we just stood there in the kitchen.

"Okay," she shrugged and I was glad she let it go. I didn't want to
talk about him very much.

"Do you want to watch TV or something?" I asked her and my mood had
changed. I still wanted to be with Angie, I wanted her to stay, but I
was thinking about Josh and I didn't really feel like making out any
more.

"You don't want to go back to your bedroom?" Angie asked, tilting her
head and giving me that look, like the innocent angel one that
probably nobody could say no to. I was starting to figure some stuff
out about her.

"Um..." I giggled nervously, not wanting to make her mad or anything.
"My tongue kinda hurts."

"It does?" Angie laughed at that and I blushed. "Okay. Yeah. We can
watch some TV if you want. Your mom said I could stay until ten, so..."

"She did?"

"Yeah," Angie nodded. "I promised I'd be good."

"Okay," I smiled at that and mostly I was just happy Angie didn't get
mad because I didn't want to kiss her anymore, but we'd been doing a
lot of that anyway! And I did want to kiss her; I just didn't want to
do it while I was thinking about Josh.



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