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


		Chapter Five: Sunday



"Ummm...Hmmphhh...Ohhhh..."

I woke up to the sound of my mom moaning loudly above the squeaking of
her bed. It took me a couple seconds of blinking and looking around in
the dark, and I was momentarily confused because I could have sworn
Angie was with me. We'd been naked and I'd been on top of her again,
like I'd been after Mom had left for work, except this time I'd been
touching her pussy with mine. I mean, like on the inside, you know? My
pussy had been inside hers somehow and that was how I knew I'd been
dreaming.

Everything else had seemed so real.

"Like that?" a muffled voice, a man's voice floated through the wall.
"You like that cock, baby?"

"Uh-huh! Uh...Uh...Uh..." that was all my mom was saying.

My pussy was wet again, I realized. My body damp and warm and I had to
push the sheets off me. I felt my boobs aching, the way they sometimes
did when I got my period, except it was different. I touched them
through my t-shirt and that felt good. I closed my eyes, remembering
how Angie had touched me and how her tits had felt against mine. I'd
felt her nipples again in my dream, rubbing stiff and hard against my
own.

"Put your legs up..." the guy said, "...Yeah...I want to fuck you deep...Like
that, Monica? Tell me, baby...You like my cock?"

"Yeah! Fuck me!" Mom said louder. "Give it to me...Ugh! Uhhh fuck...Uh-
huh!"

I had to take off my t-shirt and I was listening to their voices,
pretending it was me and Angie. I pulled my shirt over my head and
fell back on the pillow, rubbing my nipples with both hands and that
was better. That felt good. My mom's bed was noisy that night, more
than it usually was. The guy must have really been giving it to her
hard and in my head it was me. I was pushing myself into Angie. Not a
dick, not really, just...me.

My pussy was in her again, like in my dream, and I reached inside my
boxers. I didn't want to touch my pussy and I never had before in my
life, but it was so hot and everything. I felt a throbbing, like my
heart was between my legs, pounding down there. I felt my pubic hair
damp with my juices and lower, at the top of my slit, yeah! That's
where it was. I touched something unexpected, a part of me that was
new, and my butt came off the bed as I stifled a gasp.

"Ummm...Slow it down, baby," the man groaned. "I don't wanna cum yet...
Fuck! You feel so good! Slow...Yeah, like that...Ride my cock!"

"Like this?" I heard Mom giggling. "Oh! Yessss...That's...Ugh! There!...Fuck
me right there! Uh-huh!"

The squeaking of the bed had slowed down for a moment, but then it
picked up again and I was only barely aware of it. I gave the sounds
only as much attention they needed to feed the fantasy in my head. I'd
found a secret, magic spot and I knew what it was. My clit was just a
tiny little bump, not even exposed really, not so I could tell. It was
inside the folds of hot flesh surrounding it, trying to escape but
still too small maybe. I tickled it with the tip of my finger, like I
was scratching at an itch and that felt incredible.

I was buzzing down there and my hips moved by themselves. I was making
my own bed squeak as I bounced my butt up and down. It had felt good
before, but now it was getting better. My pussy needed attention, my
clitoris needed to be touched. I was grabbing my left boob with one
hand, really digging my fingers into it, and that helped. It didn't
hurt either, not like it should have. My tits wanted to be squeezed
hard and I rubbed my clit with two fingers and then three, just
rubbing them around in a tiny circle faster and faster.

My thighs came together, my feet off the bed with my knees high, like
I was trying to curl up into a ball. My tummy was so tight! I was
close to something. Mom had told me girls can cum, but I never had and
I tried to wonder if I was cumming then, but mostly I couldn't wonder
about anything. Nothing except Angie and not even her, really. It was
all me and I had to bite my lip when all of a sudden the tightness in
my belly seemed to explode.

I grabbed my pussy. I mean, I just covered it with my hand, the whole
thing, and made a fist. I squeezed my hand too, with my thighs,
trapping myself there as my sex burned and throbbed and spilled
wetness over my fingers. Not a whole lot maybe, but a lot more than I
might have expected and I hadn't really known what to expect. I could
barely breathe and my heart wouldn't slow down and I felt just...Good!
Like I was floating on a pogo stick or something and it lasted a long
time too. I was cumming for several minutes at least, and afterwards I
could only nod my head and giggle in the dark, and let my body relax
completely.

I didn't feel tired after that, not at all. I was wide awake and the
sound of my mom having sex was still filling our apartment. I pulled
my hand out of my underwear and I was very wet. I brought my fingers
to my face and while I couldn't see anything in the dark, I could
smell it. I smelled like my mom's bedroom did in the morning
sometimes, but different too and not really unpleasant. I wondered
what Angie would smell like as I got out of bed carefully, not wanting
to get that stuff on anything else. I went to the bathroom, closing
the door so I could clean myself up.

"Hey! I'm in here..." I said as the door opened and our bathroom didn't
have a lock on it.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

I was standing by the sink with my boxers down around my thighs and
I'd been washing my pussy with a washcloth. Looking at it too, because
I was sorta curious to see what I'd been feeling. I'd never really
looked at myself closely, you know? So I was doing that, and I
shouldn't have been, but I figured Mom and her friend would be busy
for a long time anyway. Except they'd gotten unbusy and now the guy
was standing there, naked and holding a wrinkled, cum-filled condom
between his fingertips, and his long, ruddy penis was hanging wetly
between his legs, and it wasn't just some guy.

"Sorry," he closed the door quickly, but it was way, way too late.

Josh's dad was fucking my mom.

I ran into my bedroom, slamming the door because I wanted to make sure
Mom knew I was awake, and I got under my sheets and waited. I figured
she'd come in. She'd have to after that. I was so stupid. Josh's dad
had gone to a bachelor party the same night my mom was working at one.
Duh! Then he comes home all fresh from a shower and I have to clean up
his wet towels? I had to pick up his used rubbers from the bedroom
floor? Why didn't he just throw that one on the floor? Why did he
decide to go to the bathroom?

God!

I was so stupid! Anybody coulda figured it out. No wonder Mr. Evans
couldn't look at me that morning. He'd been having sex with my mom all
night. I was his son's best friend. He'd known me since I was five
years old. He was like a dad to me, except not that way, not a dad who
slept with my mom! He'd known my mom all those years too, of course,
and so I started wondering if he'd been having sex with her for like
forever, or just now? Probably just now, I thought, because Mr. Evans
had never acted weird before. I mean, yeah, he'd checked my mom out,
but every guy on earth does that! It didn't bother me.

Josh's dad. I thought he was the coolest guy in the world too. He was
cheating on his wife. With my mom! How'd he end up over here anyway?
What? Did he sneak out of bed? Tip-toe out of the house like a thief
while his wife was sleeping? Probably. What a jerk! I'd never cared
before. I mean, yeah, my mom had a lot of guys. A lot of married guys,
I knew that. Like her serious boyfriends, the ones who stayed with her
for three or four months, who treated her like a real woman instead of
a stripper? Yeah, they were all married. Mom told me she didn't ever
want a guy who was too serious, so she looked for married guys.

Like that was normal?

So what? I wondered, was Josh's dad just another guy giving my mom two
hundred bucks for sex? Or was this a serious thing, like Mom was going
to keep him around for awhile and let Mr. Evans buy us stuff and spoil
her and all that? I'd met those other guys, of course, like Mr.
Brandt, who'd paid for my mom's tits? He'd been nice to me and come
over for dinner with us and all that. When Mom was on her little
"vacation" recovering from her surgery, Mr. Brandt had taken us down
to San Francisco for three days. He had a daughter my age, going to
school in France or someplace, and he'd kept trying to buy me dresses,
but that wasn't his fault and I'd liked him a lot anyway.

I'd liked Mr. Evans a lot too, more than Mr. Brandt even, but I didn't
want him having sex with my mom! I kept waiting for Mom to come into
my room and try to explain, but she never did and I fell asleep.


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


Mr. Evans was gone when I woke up, of course. He was probably at home,
being a good husband to his wife and father to my best friend. It was
Sunday. Oh. He'd be at church, I thought, stretching and looking at my
alarm clock. It was just after nine. Nine oh nine and I went to my
mom's bedroom to find her happily asleep. No condoms on the floor,
just a couple empty wrappers. No money on the dresser either and that
was a bad sign. Mr. Evans would be paying for it some other way and
that meant Mom was serious about the guy. I left without waking her
up, although I'd wanted to.

I didn't really know why I was mad and I tried to figure it out while
I ate some cereal. I guessed that I felt betrayed kinda. It was like
finding out that Mr. Evans wasn't perfect and I wanted him to be. My
mom I could understand. Maybe. Depending on circumstances. She
wouldn't have invited Josh's dad over and like seduced him, I knew
that much. So yeah, I decided I wasn't really mad at Mom, not
especially anyway, but Mr. Evans...That hurt. It would hurt Josh for
sure and he'd be mad at my mom probably. Josh could even be mad at me
and that really bummed me out. Even if he wasn't, Mrs. Evans wouldn't
ever let Josh be my friend, not if she knew her husband was having sex
with my mom.

"Hmmmm..." Angie sighed through the telephone.

"Are you sleeping?" I asked softly.

"I'm dreaming," she giggled sleepily. "I'm in bed and my boyfriend is
talking to me."

"I was dreaming about you too," I said, sitting on the kitchen floor
with my back against the refrigerator.

"What were we doing?"

"Ummm..." I blushed.

"Kissing?"

"Yeah."

"Me too," Angie breathed. "I miss you."

"Me too."

"Come over."

"Now?"

"Uh-huh," she sighed like a little girl. "The back door's unlocked."

"Okay."

"Just come upstairs. I don't want to get out of bed."

"Alright," I agreed. "Ten minutes, okay?"

"Five." Angie giggled and hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

I dressed quickly, spending more time brushing my teeth and washing my
face than anything else. Five minutes goes by quickly and I didn't
want to disappoint her, not even in a silly way like that. I pulled on
some clean underwear and a t-shirt and a pair of old corduroys, brown
ones. I didn't have time for socks and my boots felt funny on my bare
feet. I ran next door and found the door to the kitchen unlocked, just
as Angie had promised.

"Six minutes," she pouted and then laughed at the look on my red face.
I'd really been running, except I'd walked up the stairs and stuff
because I didn't want her to know.

My face woulda been red anyway probably, since Angie was on her bed
wearing a pair of white bikini panties and nothing else. They were
loose and flimsy and she moved her legs, kind of rubbing her thighs
together with her knees pointed at me. Her toenails were pink and I
watched her left foot move slowly along her right calf, up and down as
she looked at me.

Her breasts were right there, uncovered so that I could see her dark
nipples pointing out and a little up, her tits were firm and formed
with amazing curves. I could see the undersides of them, the soft pale
skin that reminded me of that cream cheese Angie loved, and I don't
know why I liked that so much, but I did. I liked the way her legs
were long and her tummy was flat with a small, inny belly button. I
liked her round hips and slender shoulders and even how I could see
her ribs because the girl was so thin.

"Are you gonna take off your clothes, Sam?" Angie asked me, tilting
her blonde head and blinking her big blue eyes. "Or do you want me to
put mine on?"

"Yeah," I swallowed thickly and nodded. "Um, the first one."

"Good!" Angie decided as I pulled my t-shirt over my head. "I love
Sundays."

I left my boxers on, plain old white ones, because I was kinda scared
to show her everything. I mean, I knew she was a girl so she'd know
what I looked like and all, but we hadn't got really naked with each
other yet. I think she wanted to and maybe I did too, but it was
weird. There was no way I could just get naked in front of Angie or
anybody else, except Josh and he didn't count. Angie didn't say
anything, she was holding out her hands to pull me onto her bed and
join her.

It was warm in her room. Not just the temperature, I mean everything
was warm. The morning sun was yellow through the curtains and tinted
everything around us. The white walls seemed to glow and the rust
colored carpeting added even more warmth. The teddy bears sitting
silent and patiently watching us were beautiful, I thought. It was
like a different world in Angie's bedroom and part of me, the part I
didn't want to be, liked it and for just a second I wondered what it
would be like to be a real girl.

I felt safe in her room.

I was safe with Angie and she wanted me on top of her again, so that
my body covered hers as my tongue slipped into her mouth. For the
first time in my life I thought maybe I was in love, because it seemed
like I had to be. This was too perfect for anything less. My heart
ached and everywhere Angie touched me I tingled and burned. My tummy
was against hers and I felt her stiff nipples pressing into my
breasts. They were hard and distinctive and I tried to keep my weight
off her, but Angie wanted it and she pulled me tightly against her.

Angie's legs were spread around me and it was better this time than it
had been the night before. I could feel her skin against mine, her
thighs rubbing my hips as she played with me, like trying to work my
underwear down, I thought for a second and then promptly forgot it as
something else stole my attention. Angie bit my bottom lip, her new
favorite thing to do, and she giggled softly in her throat as she
chewed it for a second and let me go. I did the same to her, nibbling
at the girl's mouth while her hands moved over my back and shoulders.

"Kiss me..." Angie whispered, pushing me down with gentle hands and I
quickly understood what she wanted.

My mouth found her right breast and I opened for the girl's nipple,
licking it first and finally sucking on it. Angie sighed and arched
her back, digging her fingers in my hair. I didn't know how to do it,
but it wasn't hard to figure out. I'd draw her nipple into my mouth
and flick it with my tongue, slow and then fast, sucking on her hard
at the same time. She seemed to like that and I tilted my eyes to see
that hers were closed. Her lips were tight and she breathed through
her nose, short, quick breaths that told me I was doing it right.

Her body was moving beneath me and Angie closed her thighs around my
left leg. I was almost kneeling then and she lifted her hips and I
realized her pussy was pressed against my thigh. She was grinding her
sex against me and I pushed forward with my knee on the mattress,
trying to give her more. She pulled my face to her other breast and I
nursed on that one like I had the other. I suckled her tit almost
desperately, using my lips and tongue, and even my teeth to make Angie
feel good.

How long we did that, I had no idea. She hunched herself against my
thigh harder and faster and finally Angie pulled me to her mouth. She
jerked beneath me, clamping her thighs around my leg and her tongue
was all over inside my mouth. I could feel her sex like a furnace, I
swear. I'd never felt anything so hot and she was damp, very wet, and
my head was full of her smell. The musky scent of her sweat and more,
the faint tang of her arousal mixed with mine. I was very wet too, my
pussy throbbing like it had the night before. I wanted to touch myself
or let Angie touch me, but I was caught in her arms as she kissed me
and worked her pussy against my thigh.

She was cumming. Angie was kissing me while she came and after a
couple minutes she relaxed, her body going limp and she opened her
shining blue eyes to smile at me. She was breathing hard, we both
were, and I kissed her face. I kissed her cheeks and nose. I kissed
her eyes while she came down from that good place and that was more
important to me. I mean, Angie being happy, seeing her smile and
knowing I'd made her feel good. Making her happy was more important
than anything else in the world to me right then.

Yeah. I was falling in love with her.


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


"Ohmmmm..." Angie pursed her lips, kinda frowning playfully as we lay
side-by-side on her bed in our underwear.

"What?" I wondered and I was rubbing her left nipple which wasn't as
hard as before, but still pretty cool to me. I just liked touching
her.

"You got me all wet," she giggled.

"Oh." I smiled and talking about sex made me feel weird.

I mean, I didn't even want to swear in front of her, and I didn't like
swearing anyway, but Angie was a girl, you know? Boys could say stuff,
like joke around and be kinda crude, girls too probably, it was just
that I didn't think Angie would like it. Or something. I was scared
just to tell her I liked her tits.

"I used to dream about this," Angie told me, getting closer and
putting her face in my black hair. "I used to think about being in bed
with my boyfriend. Not doing anything, not like that, but just being
with somebody."

"Yeah."

"Did you ever think about it, Sam?"

"I don't know," I said, breathing her hair and skin and maybe she did
smell like strawberries, I couldn't decide. Mostly Angie just smelled
like Angie and I liked it.

"Nobody ever came to my bedroom before."

"What about your friends?" I smiled, knowing what she meant.

"No," she told me and I realized I didn't know what she meant. "I
never had any friends."

"Never?" I looked at her face, thinking girls who looked like Angie
always had friends. "I don't believe you."

"Well, I did when I was little, but not in high school," she told me.
"I told a girl I liked her once."

"You did?"

"Yeah," she shrugged. "When I was fourteen. It wasn't like I wanted to
kiss her or anything, just...I liked her."

"What did she say?"

"She told everybody," Angie sighed. "After that nobody really liked me
anymore."

"Oh."

"I didn't care," she said and I knew that wasn't true. "I didn't like
them anyway. I just wanted to turn eighteen and leave."

"Hmmm..." I smiled and she gave me a curious look.

"What?"

"I don't want to be eighteen," I said. "I don't even want to be
fifteen."

"You don't? Why?"

"I don't know," I shrugged and I wasn't sure I wanted to tell anybody
this stuff.

"Yeah you do," Angie giggled softly and then sighed. "You don't have
to tell me if you don't want to."

"No. I do, I just..." I sucked my lips. I didn't want her to think I was
stupid.

"This is how old I want to be," she said. "I mean, this is what I
want, you know? My roommates want to be 21 or something, so they can
go out and dance and meet guys."

"Yeah?"

"I just want to be old enough so I can be here," Angie decided and
then smiled at me. "With you."

"I want to be twelve," I said and Angie laughed, which made me frown
and I was blushing.

"Why?" she wondered. "I hated being twelve!"

"Because I was still a boy then," I told her and then I had to
explain. "Like, I wasn't but, I didn't have my, um...You know..."

"Your period?"

"Yeah," I blushed even more.

"What difference does that make?"

"Not just that," I shook my head. "Me and my best friend, Josh? We
didn't think about other stuff, like girls or whatever. We didn't care
if he had, you know, a dick and um, I didn't."

"Oh," Angie giggled. "Nobody cared, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Like nobody cared if he was my best friend and if I
wasn't a boy. None of the kids at school cared."

"Okay," she nodded. "I get it now."

"You do?" I laughed nervously. "It's kinda dumb, huh?"

"No," she told me. "It's not dumb. At least you've still got friends,
right?"

"Yeah."

"You're not gonna tell them you have a girlfriend," she said after a
minute and it sounded kinda like an accusation or something. "Are
you?"

"Um..." I really didn't know what to say.

"I'm not mad or anything."

"I know," I told her, but I felt bad. I felt like she should be.

"It's only been a day anyway," she said. "Come on. I'm just being dumb
now. I'm sorry."

"You're not," I told her quickly. "I just don't know. I never had a
girlfriend before."

"Never wanted one, huh?" Angie laughed.

"Maybe," I giggled too.

"I changed my mind," Angie's fingers played with the waistband of my
boxers, kinda snapping it against my skin.

"About what?"

"About being eighteen," she said. "I wish I was fifteen now."

"Why?"

"Cause I could go to school with you," she shifted a little, bringing
her face close to mine. "I could sit next to you and just look at
you."

"Yeah," I nodded. "That would be cool."

"We could have lunch together and stuff and write notes," she giggled.
"We could get naked after gym class."

"Heh!" I grinned and she was making my face warm. Her fingers were
inside my boxers, not far, but a little and she was moving them along
the top of my butt.

"And even if the other kids knew about us? We wouldn't care," she
sighed as my hand went lower and I held my breath as I snuck them
under her panties, where she had a little dimple sorta in the small of
her back.

It was a nice daydream, Angie and me being in school together and I
wondered what she'd looked like when she was fifteen. I thought she'd
probably been pretty cute. It was probably what she'd always wanted
too, having a boyfriend who was a girl, having a friend like that in
school, even if it was a secret. Angie must have been pretty lonely, I
figured, even more than me. I had Josh and some of the other guys to
hang around with, so I wasn't totally alone, not like Angie had been.
That must have really sucked.

Angie kissed me and she wanted to make out some more. So did I,
because feeling her body against mine was pretty much the best feeling
in the world for me. Her nipples were hard again, poking against me
like big, brown pencil erasers, and my nipples just kinda hurt. They
were pink, my nipples and especially the colored part around them. Not
long or anything, but fat and pink and tender, like they were being
pinched all the time. And I was wet. I'd been wet, like Angie was,
except maybe not as much. Her panties were really damp after she'd cum
and I think she wanted to take them off, but was too shy or something.

Except Angie didn't seem to be shy about anything. It was more like
she was waiting for me to do it and I thought about it. I reached
lower and I was so nervous, even though we were kissing and I felt
warm and safe and all that. I had my hand on her bare butt and it was
making my heart go fast and I was waiting for her to tell me to stop.
I mean, she probably would, right? I'd heard guys at school, like some
older guys talking before about their girlfriends, and they always
said that getting to third base was hard. Their girlfriends would say
no the first time. The first three times and then maybe they'd say yes
after a month or something.

Angie wasn't stopping me though, even when my fingers sorta went
between her butt cheeks. Not very far or anything, no way! But a
little bit and that was about as far as I could reach anyway. She was
tall and I was kind short and...

"Like this..." Angie breathed, moving and kind of scooting up, dragging
her boobs up to my face so I could kiss them again.

That was almost sorta awkward, but all of a sudden I had a lot more
room for my hand. I mean, I could reach all the way down, you know? I
kissed her tits and Angie was really into that a lot. She was telling
me to suck them for her, just whispering the words so softly I could
barely hear her, and her left leg went up higher, over my thighs and
hips. We were still on our sides and everything, or at least I was;
Angie was kind of twisted now, almost laying on me and her legs were
spread wide and my hand just kept going.

I felt her pussy! It almost made my heart stop and I pulled my fingers
back as soon as I realized I'd found the girl's sex from behind. She
didn't say anything though. She didn't stop me at all. Angie sighed
and she was sorta bent over and holding my mouth to her left nipple so
I could chew it gently. Angie liked that a lot and I was biting her as
carefully as I could and I reached for her pussy again and it was hot!
It was soft too, like that mink teddy bear kinda, except different.
She had curly hair, wet pubic hair, and her pussy felt like velvet or
something.

I mean, I don't know what it felt like, except it was hot and moist
and Angie moved her hips when she felt my fingers. I didn't do
anything except touch her really, just sort of petting her pussy and
my wrist was turned sorta funny and it hurt, but I didn't stop. I
couldn't believe she was letting me touch her pussy! Angie and me had
been making out a lot, like every chance we got, and I'd thought it
was cool. Better than cool, but even when she'd been rubbing her pussy
on my leg and all that? It wasn't like really, really sex. It was just...
Sorta sex. Or something.

Touching her naked pussy? That was real sex!

"Take them off," Angie whispered.

"Uh," I swallowed hard and my face was like between her tits and I was
hot and sweaty and breathing hard. "Are you sure? I mean, um..."

"Yeah," Angie kissed my ear. "It's okay. Take them off for me."

I did too! Like what fifteen year old boy wasn't going to take off a
girl's panties? And I felt like a boy. I mean, it sounds dumb, but I
really did. I wasn't thinking about my own pussy at all, mostly I was
just thinking nobody would ever believe me. That was dumb too. Like
who was I gonna tell? It was just weird how all of a sudden everything
changed, how it felt a lot more real all of a sudden and probably it's
like that for everyone when they realize that they're really going to
have real sex for the first time.

Or maybe it was just me.

Angie kicked her legs and wriggled her butt to help me, because I was
just pushing at her panties blindly. I couldn't see anything and she
wanted to kiss some more anyway, which was fine with me. I kinda
wanted to see what her pussy looked like, but kissing, yeah, that was
good too. Angie moved so I could touch her from the front, spreading
her legs again and letting me know she wanted me to do it. She wasn't
even a little shy and I was pretty much dying inside with fear and
excitement and everything else.

I touched her pussy gently at first, like I might break something down
there, you know? I'd felt my own and that helped a little, at least I
kinda knew what to expect, but she was different too. She had more
hair, not a lot, but definitely more. And her lips felt bigger, I
thought. Like they stuck out kinda, enough so I could pinch them
gently between my fingers, not like mine which were really small and
hardly came out of my pussy at all. Angie's were right there.

Her tongue played with mine all the while too. She was breathing hard
and so our kisses weren't really deep. We'd just tongue wrestle with
our mouths open mostly and I wasn't really good at it, since I was
thinking about what my fingers were doing. Angie didn't seem to mind
though and she moved her hips, like asking me to touch her more and I
wondered if I could really finger her or not. Like, put my fingers
inside her and everything.

"Ummmm..." Angie blinked at me when I started to put my middle finger
inside and I stopped.

"Did it hurt?" I asked, because I had no idea what it would feel
like.

"No," she giggled. "I like it."

"Okay," I nodded and this was really weird because Angie was looking
into my eyes while I rubbed my finger around her slit.

She was seriously wet too, like she'd peed herself, except I knew she
hadn't. She was hot too, crazy hot! And wet and I could feel her pussy
open for me and I pushed my finger inside and it was like putting my
finger inside a ball of really hot, soft clay in art class. I swear,
that's what I was thinking because I could feel her all around my
finger, her pussy giving way as I worked it deeper. I could feel
little bumps and ridges, or something, and I sorta wiggled my finger
around and Angie was biting her lip.

"See?" she whispered and then she was kissing me again and this time
it was deep.

We French kissed without breathing for like a minute probably and the
whole time I was fingering her out. I finger fucked her! Like I
started moving my hand and sliding my finger back and forth, feeling
her sex kind of squeezing me. Not really hard or anything, but I could
feel it and Angie's tongue was practically licking my tonsils. She was
really into it then and moving her hips like she was fucking me back.
It was pretty intense.

Angie wanted to cum and she was letting me know with her eyes and
hands and breathless voice. She was feeling good and getting closer,
but I wasn't really doing it the way she wanted and Angie reached down
to take my hand in hers. We were both breathing hard and I just let
her move my fingers around like she wanted. She was nodding and
smiling, licking her lips while she taught me how to touch her the
best way. She put my fingers on her clit, which I'd kinda noticed, but
not really. It felt like a sharp little bump, kinda pointed down
actually, and Angie put my fingers on it and then I knew what to do.

I rubbed her clit gently, thinking about how my own was pretty
sensitive or whatever, so I figured hers would be too. I moved my
fingers like I'd done it for myself the night before and she liked
that. She made soft groans deep in her throat, almost growling maybe,
like a cat purring, deep and fast and her hand was still on mine. We
were both rubbing her and it didn't take very long. Just a few minutes
of that and she gasped and kissed me like before, her tongue moving
around in my mouth while her hand pushed me against her pussy hard.
She didn't want to be rubbed anymore; she just wanted me to press
against her while she was cumming.

"God, that felt good," she giggled weakly a few minutes later. "That
felt so good, Sam."

"Okay," I was giggling too and my hand was still on her pussy, but I
wasn't really doing anything there. Just touching her and my hand was
like soaked with her cum juice. I seriously couldn't believe I'd
fingered my girlfriend. We were gonna do that a lot, I hoped.


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


"Where have you been?" Mom asked me as soon as I got home and it was
about noon.

"Angie's house," I said, kicking off my shoes and we were both looking
at each other like we didn't know what to say. We didn't know what the
other one was feeling, you know? All the good feelings I'd had from
being with Angie were going away quickly.

Angie had wanted me to stay, but I knew Josh would be looking for me.
We were supposed to work on my mom's car and Josh's dad was supposed
to help us, but I really didn't feel like seeing him. I didn't feel
like seeing Josh either and that was a new and weird feeling to have,
believe me! But the thing with his dad and my mom, and the thing with
Angie being my girlfriend...I didn't have any idea what was going on
with me and my best friend anymore.

"Josh has been looking for you," Mom said, which explained why she
awake at noon. "He just called again a minute ago."

"Okay." I wasn't sounding very happy and Mom frowned.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked me, meaning Josh's dad, of
course.

"No."

"I didn't mean for you to find out, Sam."

"I said no," I told her, going to the kitchen because I was kinda
hungry. Or I had been; I wasn't anymore, but it gave me an excuse to
do something besides talk to my mom.

"Alright," Mom sighed, but she wasn't leaving and that meant she
wasn't really going to let it go.

We didn't say anything for a couple minutes, while I put a Hot Pocket
in the microwave and watched as it went around and around. I didn't
want to look at my mom. She'd sat down at the table, wearing her
bathrobe and looking like she'd just fallen out of bed, which she had.
I wished she'd just go back to bed and sleep and wake-up and go to
work. I could probably go all week without seeing her again, if I
really tried.

"Josh's dad was at the club Friday night," Mom said finally and I
shook my head without looking at her. "I didn't know he was going to
be there, Sam. We never did anything before that."

"So?" I stared at the microwave thinking five minutes was a long time.

"So...He offered me a ride home," Mom explained. "I didn't ask him,
alright?"

"But you asked him to come up, didn't you?" I asked her, jamming my
thumb on the Open button to stop the microwave.

"Yeah," Mom agreed. "I was just being nice and then...You know..."

"Yeah," I snorted. "I bet."

"Sam!" Mom frowned as I turned around.

"I saw the money, Monica," I rolled my eyes. "It wasn't just being
nice."

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"No!" I put my plate on the table, but I didn't sit down. "He's Josh's
dad, that's what's bothering me."

"He's a man," Mom shrugged, like that explained everything. "It didn't
have anything to do with you or Josh, Sam. It's how I pay the bills
around here."

"What about last night?" I stared at her. "Did he come to your work
again?"

"Last night was a mistake, okay? I'm sorry. He wanted to come over
and..."

"And what?"

"And it was fun," Mom stared right back at me. "Sometimes I just want
to feel good, okay? The whole world doesn't revolve around you all the
time."

"Yeah," I swallowed hard and then was going to my bedroom. "I figured
that out already!"

"I'm sorry," Mom said. "Sam! I didn't mean..."

I slammed the door and got under my sheets, covering myself up in case
she came in. I really didn't want my mom to see me crying.

The world never revolved around me. I didn't have a mom, I had a
roommate who bossed me around and had sex with my best friend's dad.
If I complained, she'd tell me she was doing it for me. Mom would tell
me how hard it was being a high school drop-out with a baby and no
husband. She'd make it sound like it was all my fault or something.

Why did she have to have sex with him? My mom had everything! She was
the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. She had like a zillion
boyfriends. Any guy she wanted, all Mom had to do was snap her
fingers. I hated that! She didn't know anything about me; what it was
like growing up and looking at her and knowing no boys were ever going
to like me. That was...

I frowned because I hadn't ever admitted that before. I'd thought it,
maybe, sometimes. I was a boy though, so it wasn't important. That's
what I told myself. I didn't care if I never looked like her because I
wasn't a real girl anyway. Except I did care. Sometimes. Maybe.

Mr. Evans was my friend, not my mom's and he should have liked me, not
her. So now he was gonna like her better probably. Like showing Josh
her tits. Mom was ruining everything and she thought it was funny.
Stupid Josh. All he was thinking about was sex now! Probably that's
why he'd wanted to kiss me, because he was thinking about my mom and
his stupid thing got hard!

I didn't care. I was still a boy. I had a girlfriend and everything
and Angie didn't think my mom was all that hot anyway! She hadn't even
looked at my mom hardly. Angie just liked me. Stupid Josh! And his
dad! I hoped his wife found out what he was doing, that would fix him.
The world didn't revolve around my mom all the time either. It wasn't
my fault I was stuck here all alone all the time and listening to her
have sex every night.

Yeah, she liked Josh's dad a lot, I figured. He was nice and handsome
and everything. He'd always treated me nice, until he'd lied to me.
That's what it was, like he was my friend and then ten minutes later
he was screwin' my mom. What a backstabber! He didn't respect me or
anything. People have to respect their friends, everybody knows that.
Mom had told me that like a zillion times, but she didn't respect me.
And Josh just wanted to have sex with me? Yeah, he didn't respect me
either!

The only one who respected me was Angie. Everybody else was a liar!

"Hello?" Mrs. Evans answered the phone and I was more scared than I'd
ever been in my life. "Hello?" she asked again and I almost hung up. I
felt like I was going to puke.

"Hi," I said softly.

"Who's this?"

"Um...Mrs. Evans?"

"Sam? Is that you? Josh is outside with his dad. Hold on a..."

"No. I, um..."

"What's wrong?"

"Josh's dad was, uh..." I licked my lips, "...I mean, Mr. Evans was..."

"What is it, Sam?" and she had real concern in her voice, I realized.
She was worried about me.

"Nothing." I swallowed hard and hung up the phone.


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


"You didn't tell her?" Angie asked me.

"No," I said with a shake of my head.

We were sitting in her living room, that's where Angie had been when I
knocked on her door. She was watching television and taking off the
pink toenail polish she had on so she could paint them red like her
fingernails. I didn't know why she couldn't just paint over them, but
I didn't know anything about that stuff anyway.

"I couldn't do it," I continued. "I didn't want to hurt her like
that."

"Not her fault," Angie nodded, looking back down at her foot.

"Yeah." I was sitting sideways on the couch. We both were, so I was
facing Angie as she faced me.

She wore a pair of cut-off shorts and a pink halter top, the ribbed
kind, and it really showed off her tummy and especially her boobs.
Angie had pulled her golden hair back into a ponytail too and I
thought she was really pretty like that. Especially doing her
toenails. I kinda liked her feet. They were small and cute and I don't
know. They were sexy, kinda. I just liked her.

"Is your mom mad at you?"

"Probably," I shrugged. "I don't care. Monica's just my mom when she
feels like it anyway."

"It must be kinda weird," Angie glanced up at me. "Having like some
strange guy come to your house?"

"A bunch of guys," I snorted. "God. Ever since I can remember.
Sometimes there'd be like one guy that Mom would like and he'd sorta
move in for awhile. They were always my uncles, until I got old enough
to know they weren't."

"Uncles?" Angie giggled and I smiled, even though it wasn't really
funny. She wasn't laughing at me though, I knew that.

"Yeah. Pretty stupid, huh?"

"It's just weird," Angie said. "My dad's a minister."

"Really?"

"Yep! Fire and brimstone," Angie smacked her lips. "So he hates me.
Mom too. She took me to a doctor."

"For what?"

"For my problem," she grinned at me. "But guess what? There's no pill
for being a lesbian!"

"God!" I giggled and Angie just shrugged.

"The weird thing is that they were really happy for awhile," she said.
"Until I was seventeen, they were really proud because I didn't have a
boyfriend. I couldn't believe how dumb they were."

"How did they find out?"

"I had a journal," Angie shrugged. "Like a diary, except I called it a
journal. Anyway, my mom found it and started reading it."

"What did it say?"

"Everything!" Angie giggled. "Like...Just everything, you know? I
probably could have lied about it, some of it; they would have wanted
to believe me."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. They were in complete denial," she nodded. "But I didn't want
to lie and everybody else knew anyway. I told you that before, about
the kids at school?"

"I remember," I said. "Did they freak out?"

"Pretty much," Angie sat up straight and her toes were clean now. "It
coulda been worse."

"How?"

"I coulda been a pregnant lesbian!" Angie laughed. "But no. Being a
virgin didn't really matter after I told them I was gay."

"I guess not," I giggled. "They didn't kick you out or anything
though, right?"

"Nope," Angie picked up her red toenail polish and started shaking it.
"They just prayed for me a lot and took me to the doctor."

"Yeah. That's weird."

"I had to pray to Jesus to make me stop liking girls," Angie told me
seriously. "As if He would even care."

"His girlfriend was a stripper," I giggled. "That's what my mom says
anyway."

"Heh! See? At least your mom's cool about it," Angie laughed too. "She
asked me."

"She asked you...What? If you're a lesbian?"

"Yeah," Angie grinned at me. "I told her I am and she didn't say
anything else about it."

"She didn't ask about me?"

"Uh-uh," she shook her head and opened her little bottle of nail
polish. "Just asked how come I like you and stuff."

"Yeah," I nodded and Angie had already told me about that. "That's the
good thing about my mom, I guess. She thinks sex is normal."

"It is!" Angie laughed at me and I rolled my eyes.

"You know what I mean. She told me the other day that Josh should be
my boyfriend."

"Oh yeah?" Angie didn't look up and she was painting her toenails
carefully.

"She probably just wants me to have sex with him," I sighed.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Cause she's having sex with his dad maybe."

"Maybe she wants to cure you," Angie giggled.

"God!" I laughed. "Maybe. She never got on me about looking like a
boy, but she gets me birth control shots."

"She does?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "And then tells me not to do anything."

"That's weird."

"I think she just doesn't want to admit it," I said. "Like she has to
say that because she's my mom, but inside she just wants me to try it.
She's like a card carrying Liberal, except she doesn't go to the
meetings."

"God!" Angie giggled. "My parents are totally the opposite. Sex is a
sin for them. I don't know how they ever had kids."

"They'd hate my mom!"

"So she wants you to screw that friend of yours?" Angie looked up at
me. "While she screws his dad?"

"Yeah! That would be like perfect! We could have sex like at the same
time, her bedroom and mine."

"Heh!"

"She'd probably want us to switch afterwards!" I was laughing too.
"Josh and his dad could just switch and then we'd be all happy
together."

"Like the Brady Bunch!"

"Yeah! Mom could marry him and I could marry Josh and then we'd live
together..."

"You could be a stripper too!" Angie giggled and we were just being
silly.

"And get a boob job," I agreed. "That would be so sick!"

"Good thing the guy's married."

"My mom wouldn't like him if he wasn't," I said. "She doesn't date
single guys."

"Why?"

"I dunno," I sighed. "She has sex with them, but she won't like see
one. You know?"

"She should just find a rich single guy and get married or something,"
Angie said. "It can't be that hard to find one."

"Not for her, right?" I asked, kinda half-joking.

"I dunno," Angie looked at me. "I'm queer, remember?"

"You don't think my mom's hot?"

"I don't care," Angie told me seriously and I was looking in her eyes
when she said it. "I like you."

"Yeah?" I sucked my lip nervously. "Why?"

"Why do I like you?"

"Yeah."

"Because of what you're doing right now." Angie had stopped painting
her toes and she just sat there looking at me.

"What am I doing?" I wondered, because I really didn't know.

"Making me feel good inside," Angie said and then her face turned pink
and she looked down. "I don't know why."

"Okay," I said softly and that was what I would have said too, if
she'd asked me.



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