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


		Chapter Eight: Monday (cont'd)



"Count to ten," Jody said through the closed door, "and then you can
come in!"

We took off running, giggling like little girls, bare naked with our
clothes flapping in our hands. It was silly and stupid and for some
reason it was a lot of fun too. I was still nervous, still kinda
scared, but Jody wouldn't let me worry. She promised it would be okay
and I had to believe her. I wanted to, you know?

"In here!" She pushed open a door and slammed it behind us and we were
in a small bathroom.

"God!" I rolled my eyes and Jody was already turning on the shower.
"You think your brother's gonna tell everybody?"

"Tell who?" Jody grinned at me. "All his friends? Who cares? They
probably won't believe him anyway. You like it hot or really hot?"

"Ummm...really hot?" I shrugged.

"Me too!" Jody stepped into the bathtub and waved at me to follow her.
"Come on, the water won't stay hot very long."

I still felt shy, a little, but mostly I was getting over it. I mean,
God! We'd had sex and everything, so what was I worried about, you
know? I'd just never had a friend like Jody. I'd never had another
girl my age to hang out with or whatever. I'd always been with Josh
and the other boys and we'd never had sex! We'd never taken a shower
together afterwards! It made me wonder if Jody was really my friend or
just a girl I'd had sex with, or if she could somehow be both of
those.

I wanted her to be my friend though, I really did. I liked her. Maybe
I even loved her, kinda, but it was weird because I didn't know her
yet. I didn't trust her or anything and I didn't really understand who
we were to each other yet. This was all brand new for me and I had no
idea what to expect.

"Kinda small, huh?" Jody giggled as we stood close together and her
tits were touching mine. We were almost the exact same size, except
she was just a little taller. I had just a little more hips, a little
more butt maybe, but Jody had more tits.

"Yeah," I stuck out my tongue, blinking under the spray and the water
was very hot. It was steaming the air around us and it felt good.

"Here..." she bit her bottom lip and Jody was careful at first, like
maybe she was sorta shy too as she started rubbing soapy hands over my
shoulders and down my arms.

I put my hands on her shoulders and blinked at her, watching the
girl's face as she looked down. Jody washed my breasts gently, sorta
squeezing them and giggling softly. She washed under my arms and my
tummy and hips. She looked up when her hand found my pussy and I
swallowed hard, but I didn't tell her to stop. I spread my legs a
little wider and closed my eyes when it started feeling real good. She
was rubbing my pussy gently, sliding a soapy finger inside my pussy
just enough to massage the tender place where my hymen had been.

Jody's fingers were soothing and the water felt good as she'd cup it
in her hand and kinda bathe my pussy that way. I was breathing hard
through my nose when she started washing my thighs. I'd never had
anyone wash my body, except my mom of course and I'd been a little
girl then. Now I was fifteen and Jody was sorta squatting in the tub,
washing my thighs and calves while she kissed my tummy. She kissed my
soft mound through my pubic hair too and that made me smile.

"Lift your foot," she told me and I did. I giggled as she washed my
toes and even the bottom of my foot.

She did the other one too and then I turned around so she could wash
my back. Jody touched me everywhere too. I mean, she even washed my
butt and I laughed nervously, but that didn't stop her. Jody slid her
slippery fingers between my butt cheeks and even touched my butt hole,
sorta playing with it for a second as she stood up again. She washed
my back and down my arms one last time. She washed my hands. She held
them and massaged my fingers and after the soap was rinsed away and I
turned around, Jody kissed my palms.

I wanted to kiss her so badly it hurt inside.

"Your turn!" she grinned at me and gave me the soap.

I washed her the same way she'd washed me. Rubbing the soap over her
creamy skin with my right hand and following it with my left. I
explored Jody everywhere and I could see every little scar and mole.
She wasn't perfect, but she was to me and I don't even remember
breathing while I washed Jody's body. I just remember how my heart was
going fast and how everytime I looked up I'd catch her hazel eyes
looking down at me. Her smile, that soft one at the corner of her
mouth, was sweet and shy. I washed her pussy from my knees, feeling
the warmth of her even through the hot spray of the shower. I fingered
her for a moment, enjoying the softness of her pussy inside and when
Jody sighed, I stopped just to tease her.

I washed her feet and her legs. I washed her butt too, the same way
she'd washed mine, and when I stood up again, I had to touch her. I
pressed my boobs against Jody's back, my puffy nipples sliding across
her wet skin. I reached around just so I could hold her, finding her
beautiful breasts and feeling her nipples hard against my palms. Jody
turned her face to kiss me. I wanted her. I was hot for her again and
even if it was just a sex thing, like we weren't really friends yet? I
didn't care. It was too much fun kissing her to worry about anything
else.

"I wanna wear your clothes," Jody said with a grin and I laughed at
her.

"What? Why?" I wondered, standing in her bedroom, naked and damp and
shivering because after that hot shower the air was cold.

"Because!" she said. "You can wear mine!"

"But I want to wear my clothes!" I protested.

"Nope!" Jody giggled. "Look in my dresser, just take what you want."

"Oh! You're crazy!" I stuck my tongue out at her and started opening
the drawers of her dresser.

"Hmmm...You smell good!" Jody was sniffing my boxers and I rolled my
eyes. "Wanna wear my panties? They're a little wet though."

"Are they?" I bit my lip because I hadn't worn panties since I was
like six years old probably.

"Yeah!" Jody picked up her pink thong. All our clothes were on her
unmade bed. "Here! Or else I got clean ones in there someplace."

"Oh!" I caught her panties and they weren't really big enough to be
wet, except they were and I held them to my nose.

"See?" She pulled up my boxers and sorta rubbed her pussy through
them. "How do you wear these things?"

"How do you wear this?" I giggled, definitely smelling Jody's sex on
the little bit of panty there was. They smelled musky and totally like
Jody.

"Put one leg in and then the other!" she said. "These are cool pants
though."

"I hate the pockets," I shrugged, pulling on her dirty thong and that
was really strange.

I mean, part of me was thinking that they were dirty, you know, so
ewww! But part of me was like, that's Jody's pussy next to mine now!
And that was cool. Another part of me was wondering why I even wanted
to wear panties anyway though. They felt too small, too tight, and
just...weird! The back part went right between my butt cheeks and the
front, that damp triangle of nylon just sorta mostly covered my pussy.

"Pull it tighter," Jody told me. "Up high, around your hips, you
know?"

"Higher?" I giggled and they were already a lot higher than my boxers
ever got, but I did it! That pulled the whole thing even tighter and
that strip in the back was wedged deep in my butt!

"Nice!" Jody was nodding as she pulled up my pants. "Look in the
bottom drawer...No! The other one!"

"Here?" I opened the drawer. "What am I looking for?"

"Uhhh..." Jody was staring at my ass and I was totally bent over, like
way more than I had to be! And on purpose too and I laughed at her.

"What's that, Jody?" I wondered innocently, wagging my hips from side
to side, and I'd never acted that way before! Never, ever!

"Fuck!" she said. "You got the best ass in school."

"Yeah right!" I went back to her drawer digging through a pile of
unfolded clothes.

"Seriously. I don't know why you wear these baggy ass clothes all the
time, Sam."

"Cause they're cool," I shrugged. "What is this stuff?"

"Clothes! Look for a black skirt thing. You'll see it."

"What?" I looked over my shoulder at her. "I'm not gonna wear a
dress."

"It's not a dress. Look..." she crossed her bedroom and reached past me,
clawing through clothes. "Oh. Not this drawer. Look out."

"Heh! You ever think of folding?"

"Nope! Here!" Jody opened the second drawer up and found a black
skirt, like imitation leather and sorta shiny. Maybe it was vinyl.

"No way!" I snorted. "I'm not gonna wear that. You got any pants?"

"Come on! Please?" she sorta whined. "Just try it, okay? You're gonna
be so hot!"

"I don't wanna be hot."

"Sam!"

"No! I just want some jeans or something," I told her. "Gimme back my
pants!"

"No! You gotta wear this!" she giggled. "I want my brother to see my
sexy girlfriend."

"I'm not anybody's sexy girlfriend!" I laughed, reaching for her hips.
"I want my pants back!"

"No way!" Jody pushed at me.

"Yeah way!" I was trying to grab her and we were both giggling. "Give
them to me!"

"You gotta wear this!" Jody was trying to grab me too and she sorta
grabbed my thigh and I sorta pushed her back and then we were on the
floor.

We were wrestling! But not like I ever did it with Josh, this was fun
and all I wore was that tiny thong. Jody was just wearing my pants
over my boxers, so we were grabbing each other's tits, and Jody
grabbed my bare butt, and then I sorta ended up on her back when Jody
was on her hands and knees. She rolled over so I was laying on her,
both of us red faced from laughing too much and I didn't think I'd
ever stop smiling.

"You gonna wear it?" Jody asked me, wrapping her legs around my waist
and her arms were around my back.

"Maybe," I breathed, feeling my tits flat against hers and our noses
were touching, our lips almost when we spoke. I was looking in her
eyes and I sorta wanted to explode because I was full of happiness.

"I'm not gonna let you go 'til you do," Jody whispered. "Never."

"You promise?" I asked her.

"Yeah," she giggled softly.

"No," I shook my head slightly. "I mean...Do you promise you love me?"

"I promise," she said, licking her red lips and looking right into me.
"Do you love me?"

"Yeah," I swallowed hard. "I do."

"If you kiss me, you can't take it back."

"I don't want to take it back."

"Say it again."

"I love yoummmphh..." Jody kissed me then, breathing the words as I
followed them with my tongue.

She held my head with one hand and her other held me around the waist.
It was a serious kiss. A real one because it meant something. I was in
love with her and I didn't know how or why. I shouldn't have been. I
shoulda just loved Angie, but I couldn't help it. It wasn't my fault I
felt that way. It just happened. I'd never loved anybody and all of a
sudden I did and I liked it. Who wouldn't, you know?

"Do I gotta wear that dress?" I asked Jody a minute later, smiling
from our kiss and licking my lips.

"It's just a skirt," she smiled back at me. "I was just teasing you."

"I'll, um...I'll wear it if you really want me to," I decided.

"You will?"

"It's just a skirt," I shrugged. "It doesn't change anything, does
it?"

"It's not gonna change us," Jody said. "I don't care what you wear."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I wanna see you look like a girl."

"I don't look like a girl right now?" I giggled and stuck out my
tongue so she could kiss it.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah."

"If you don't like it, you can take it off, you know."

"What if I do like it though?"

"Ummm..." Jody laughed at me.

"I like being a boy sometimes," I told her. "I mean, some stuff is
pretty cool."

"Okay."

"My best friend is a boy."

"You're my best friend."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Jody shrugged. "Of course you are."

"Okay," I shifted a little, but it was pretty comfortable lying on top
of her and Jody didn't seem to mind.

"Why? You don't want to be?"

"No! I do, I just..." I smiled self-consciously. "...I never had any
friends who were girls before."

"That's weird."

"It never bothered me."

"I know."

"You do?"

"No!" Jody laughed. "I'm just saying..."

"Oh." I giggled too.

"...you're my girlfriend now, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

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Jody's bedroom wasn't very big and it sorta looked like the rest of
the trailer. The carpet was kinda dark blue and the walls were fake
wood paneling, you know the kinds, stained dark and not very thick or
anything. The floor kinda creaked when we jumped around, and we did
because Jody had a boom box and she'd been playing some Chili Peppers
as loud as it would go. We'd been singing Dani California, because
that's a pretty cool song.

There were clothes all over, clean and dirty, it didn't matter. Her
bed was unmade and the dresser was beat up and scarred and had
graffiti all over it. Jody had already carved "Sam + Jody" in the top
with a pen, not just writing it, but really gouging the wood while I
laughed. It was crazy. She had a ton of makeup, like every kind you
can think of, and her room smelled like lipstick and perfume and nail
polish. Hair brushes and hair clips and rubber bands and jewelry. She
had all kinds of cheap rings and earrings and junk like that. None of
it was expensive or anything, but some of it was kinda cute maybe. I
didn't know.

She had some pictures on the wall by her bed, like a bunch of
snapshots of her mom and dad, some of her and her brother. Some guys,
a bunch of guys I didn't know. Mostly like high school guys, but some
were a little older maybe. She had a poster of a lighthouse with a big
wave crashing around it because she said it looked like a pussy and
she liked it. Another poster of a cat hanging by its claws, you know,
"Hang in there, baby!" and an American flag covered the window,
tinting everything kinda reddish through the stripes. She'd gotten it
from her dad who'd gotten it when he left the navy or something.

"This is so weird!" I laughed, looking at myself in the mirror. "I
feel like I'm naked!"

"I wish!" Jody said, on her hands and knees and looking through some
boxes in her closet.

There was a long, skinny mirror nailed to the back of the bedroom door
and I was looking at myself. I wore that black skirt and it was pretty
short, but Jody said it was supposed to be. At least I had a t-shirt
on, a white one with a red bulls-eye on front. That was cool, except
I'd tucked it into the skirt and Jody wanted me to wear this really
wide red belt, like kinda loose around my waist. It was weird and I
thought it looked stupid, but she liked it. Now she was looking for
some shoes for me.

"Here!" Jody grinned at me, turning around and she had a pair of red
shoes, like high heels, except the heels weren't really high.

"They're too small," I decided.

"You didn't even try them on!" Jody giggled. "They're cool."

"They're red," I laughed. "I can just wear my boots."

"No way! Try these on. I got some black shoes too."

"What do the black ones look like?"

"They're black! Hurry up..." Jody sorta shook her shoes at me and I took
them reluctantly.

"I like my boots though," I told her. "I ain't trading."

"I don't want your stupid boots!"

"I'm just telling you," I shrugged, sitting on her bed. "I like my
boots."

"Do those fit?"

"Ummm..." I put my bare foot in the right shoe and made a face. "The
toes are pointy."

"They're supposed to be pointy!"

"Are they supposed to hurt?" I wondered, kinda wedging my foot inside.

"No! God! If you don't like them, just say so!"

"I don't like them."

"They fit, huh?" Jody grinned at me. "Cool! Put the other one on!"

"Girl shoes are so stupid!"

"You gotta like, cross your legs when you sit down," Jody said,
smiling at me and I realized she was staring between my thighs.

"Well, don't look!"

"I can't help it," she giggled. "I can see everything too!"

"You cannot!"

"I can too!"

"So what?" I stuck out my tongue and I was standing up anyway,
frowning because those shoes were kinda uncomfortable.

"How do they feel?"

"Um, I don't know. Like cement."

"Cement?"

"Something," I shrugged. "They're not really flexible or anything."

"They're just stiff," Jody said. "I don't wear them very much."

"So why do I have to wear them?"

"Cause you're hot!"

"Shut-up!"

"You want some lipstick?"

"No!"

"A little? It'll be cool. I got some red, it'll look wicked!"

"I don't wanna look wicked," I sighed. "Can I change my clothes now?"

"No way! Come here!"

"I said no!"

"Just a little, Sam! God!" Jody rolled her eyes and she was already
digging for that perfect shade of red.

"I'm gonna break my ankle," I decided, walking around slowly and it
was weird because my heels were like an inch higher than my toes.

"You are not! Stop being such a boy!"

"I like being a boy!"

"Hold still," she said. "Make a kissy face...No! Not like that. Come on.
Please?"

"Alright," I sighed.

Getting dressed in that skirt and wearing those dumb shoes, and now
letting Jody put lipstick on me...I didn't really like any of it at all.
But I liked the way she liked it, you know? I liked the teasing and
the laughing. I liked fooling around and seeing the different
expressions on her face. I didn't really care what we were doing,
because it wasn't serious. It didn't mean anything except we were
friends.

I was changing, I knew that. Something was different about me, but I
wasn't all of a sudden gonna be a total girl. Was I? That wasn't gonna
happen! Could it? I wasn't going to start wearing dresses and panties
and high heels all the time. I wasn't ever going to school like that!
No way! But in Jody's bedroom? Yeah, I'd do it for her and it was
pretty fun, just teasing her, I mean. And the way she looked at me? I
liked that a lot, and maybe I was and maybe I could be, and maybe...

"I wish your hair was longer," she said, sitting back and looking at
my face. "Don't do that."

"My lips taste funny," I said, licking them and getting a frown from
Jody. "You put too much."

"I just put a little!"

"I can taste it!"

"Stop licking your lips!"

"God. I feel like a clown."

"You're gonna look like a clown if you keep doing that! Stand up."

"Do I look okay?"

"Fuck!" Jody rolled her eyes. "You're totally hot."

"Don't say that."

"What? You are hot!"

"No. Stop swearing all the time."

"You mean fuck? What's wrong with that?"

"I don't like it."

"God!"

"I'm serious! Say something else."

"Okay, um...Shit! You hot!"

"I really don't like that!"

"Are you sure you're a boy?"

"Shut-up!"

"All the boys I know swear all the time."

"I don't like it. So what?"

"Alright. Whatever. Let's go eat, I'm starving."

"Is your brother still there?"

"I hope so! You're gonna make him sproing!"

"Sproing?"

"Yeah, you know...Sproing!"

"No way!"

"It'll be cool. Come on."

I felt a little reluctant to leave Jody's bedroom. Partly because I
didn't want anyone else to see me in a skirt, as dumb as that sounds,
but also because Jody's brother had caught us having sex. Sorta. He'd
caught us naked anyway, fooling around while we watched a porn movie.
I mean, if that wouldn't embarrass a girl, I don't know what would!
I'd be pretty happy if I never saw the guy again in my life after
that.

Jody had a plan though. She hadn't really told me about it, but she
didn't have to. I got the idea. She'd been telling her brother for a
long time that she was gay and now Jody finally had the girlfriend to
prove it. I wasn't exactly sure why it would matter to her brother,
but it did. I was an only child anyway though, so what would I know
about it? Sometimes I wished I had a brother or sister, but mostly I
didn't care one way or the other. It wasn't as if I could do anything
about it.

"Hey Kurt!" Jody was holding my hand, pulling me behind her as we left
the long hallway and entered the kitchen.

"Hey," he looked up from some magazine and he was eating cereal out of
a huge plastic bowl. I sorta giggled because he probably had a whole
box of Cap'n Crunch in there. With Crunchberries.

Kurt wasn't a bad looking guy. Sorta big, I guess, like tall and kinda
out of shape. He had a little belly going on beneath his blue cable
guy outfit. A blue shirt and gray pants. His name was sewn over the
left pocket in golden thread. Kurt's hair was long and brown, still in
a ponytail down past his collar an inch or two. He had hazel eyes like
Jody's and more of a natural grin than his sister's crooked smile.

"How come you're not at school?" he asked. "Hi. Hey, uh...Who's your
friend?"

"Hi," I smiled, but I mostly looked down when Kurt looked at me.

He gave me a real up and down look too! I really wished I wasn't
wearing that shiny black skirt. It came to mid-thigh, so it wasn't
that bad, but I felt naked showing my legs like that. I tugged it down
a little, or tried to, but then I realized it would show the thong I
was wearing high around my hips, so I changed my mind and just stood
there.

"Hey," he said slowly. "I'm Kurt."

"Sproing!" Jody whispered and I know I blushed.

"Huh?" he looked a Jody.

"This is my girlfriend," she told him, kinda pulling me closer and
putting her arm around my waist. "Samantha."

"Uh...I guess so," he said, still looking at me.

"She's queer like me," Jody said and I wanted to turn around and run
to her room, but she wasn't letting me go.

"Really?" Kurt asked and I wasn't sure if he was asking me or Jody.

"So just be cool," she ignored his question. "Okay?"

"Me? Yeah. Whatever," he nodded. "I thought you were just...What about
that Rick guy?"

"I don't like him anymore," Jody shrugged. "He'll get over it."

"He's gonna be pissed," Kurt laughed like that was a good joke and he
started eating again, talking around his cereal. "How come you didn't
go to school?"

"I did," Jody giggled. "But Sam was getting kicked out and she needed
a ride."

"Kicked out for what?" Kurt grinned at me and he had milk running down
his chin. "You guys weren't...Oh man! That's wicked, Jody!"

"No!" she told him and then grinned at me. "We didn't do anything
there yet."

"Why not?" he asked, looking so disappointed that I had to laugh at
him.

"I wouldn't get naked in school," I said with giggle. "Um...So I got
suspended."

"Naked?" Kurt licked his lips. "Okay. For like...gym class or
something?"

"For all the time," I said with a shrug.

"So you came here to get naked?" He laughed again. "That makes sense!"

"It's some new thing," Jody said. "Everybody's supposed to get naked
for a week."

"Oh yeah?" Kurt was smiling. "Fuck! When did they start that?"

"Don't say that!" Jody frowned. "Sam doesn't like it!"

"Say what?" Kurt looked genuinely confused and I was feeling better.

"It's okay," I told her with a giggle.

"No more swearing," Jody insisted with a smile for me.

"Whatever," Kurt waved his spoon at us. "How come you gotta get
naked?"

"Who knows?" I sighed. "Cause the principal is a dick."

"Heh!" Kurt shook his head. "That's pretty crazy. Not the principal
thing, I mean..."

"Yeah," I grinned at him.

"When do you have to do it?" he wondered.

"Me?" Jody asked. "I dunno. They don't tell you until it happens or
something. I don't care. I'll show everyone my ass. They can kiss it
too!"

"Hey!" I pouted. "I don't want anybody else kissing your butt."

"Jealous?" Jody giggled and I pursed my lips at her and then she
kissed me. Right in front of her brother too and I didn't care!

I'd been nervous at first, and shy, but after being around him for
even five minutes it was pretty obvious Kurt was harmless. I mean,
that's just a good word for him, you know. He looked like a big kid,
sitting there and eating his cereal. He didn't really care if his
sister was a lesbian. Probably he really wanted to watch us have sex.
I know he wanted to see me naked anyway! But he just gave off that
feeling like you could abuse him and he'd take it. Not like abuse him
bad, just...tease him, you know?

"Hey, you guys wanna eat some cereal or something?" Kurt asked,
smiling and a little red faced after watching us French for about half
a minute.

"Yeah right!" Jody laughed at him. "We're gonna go to Taco Bell. I
need some money though."

"Shelly's got all my money," he frowned.

"Give me ten bucks! God!" Jody rolled her eyes. "We're hungry."

"Yeah, that's about all I got though," Kurt said, digging into his
pocket and pulling out some money. "You need free cable, Samantha? I
can hook you up! Just, um...Give me your address and your phone number.
I can come by sometime and..."

"Shut-up Kurt!" Jody snatched the money from his hand without counting
it.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Maybe. I'll ask my mom."

"Your mom?" he laughed and I shrugged, smiling at him. "Does she look
like you?"

"Sorta," I said with a giggle. "She's a dancer."

"What kind of dancer?" Jody asked me.

"The exotic kind!" I grinned at her.

"Like a stripper?" Kurt wondered with big eyes and a happy smile and I
nodded.

"Sproing!" Jody laughed. "Come on. I'm hungry."

"See ya later," I waved my fingers at Kurt and I was grabbing my army
jacket.

"You're gonna wear that?" Jody asked me.

"I always wear this," I told her seriously and she must have believed
me because she didn't try and talk me out of it.

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"We're gonna go through the drive-thru, right?" I asked Jody as she
pulled into the Taco Bell.

"No way!" she made a face. "Can't eat in my car!"

"Oh." I felt kind of stupid for a second.

"I'm kidding!" she laughed. "I eat in my car all the time."

"Heh!" I snorted and gave her a tiny pout.

"But we're still going in!" she said, pulling into a handicapped spot
because it was right by the front doors. The place was crowded for
lunch!

"Why?"

"Cause I want to!"

"Hmph," I looked down at my skirt and bit my lip.

"You look hot! Come on," Jody grabbed her purse from between the seats
and I had little choice. "Leave your coat though."

It wasn't that big of a deal, I told myself. I mean, it was just a
stupid skirt and some high heels. Not even really high heels, like
short one inch heels, you know? But I hadn't worn a dress since as
long as I could remember! I mean even as a little girl, seven or eight
years old, I'd worn boy clothes. Mom bought me what I liked and if she
bought me a dress, I'd never wear it, see? So she didn't want to argue
or waste money, mom didn't have patience for any of that, so...It just
felt weird.

"Hi! Excuse us. Sorry...We're kinda in a rush, is it okay...Thanks. Oh! Hi...
Can we sneak up here? Great! Hey...Hi..."

I was giggling as Jody held my hand and the girl was just budging like
crazy! There were about twenty people in line, because it was almost
noon exactly, and most of them were guys. Working guys, like I dunno,
construction worker guys or something. But she was just smiling at
them and asking if we could go first, and these guys just smiled back.
Even these two older women who were in their thirties didn't say
anything. They just gave us patient smiles and little shakes of their
heads.

"Thanks! I'm sorry. Hi..." I was doing the same thing, kinda turning my
head to apologize over my shoulder and smiling at them.

We skipped all the way to the front of the line! I wanted to laugh
because it seemed so insane, but I really didn't want to make anybody
mad. Most of those guys were seriously checking us out anyway, which
was probably why they'd let us jump the line in the first place. I
mean, Jody was really cute and I guess I was too. Yeah, I know I'm
attractive, but I didn't really want to be. Not like that, you know?
All those guys staring, maybe thinking that since they'd been nice,
we'd be nice too?

"God!" I laughed when we sat down, leaning across the little table and
making a face at Jody.

"What?" she giggled at me. "You never did that before? I hardly ever
wait in line."

"Nobody ever gets mad?" I wondered.

"Sometimes, if there's like really old ladies," Jody shrugged. "Or
like some stressed out mom with eight rugrats? Don't even try! Believe
me, they get pissed easy!"

"They're looking at us," I said, glancing at some of the guys we'd
slid past and then I looked down quickly, unwrapping my soft taco.

"Yeah," she said, digging for the hot sauce. "Everybody likes to look.
It don't hurt anyway, just don't encourage them too much."

"Yeah," I nodded as if I understood what she was talking about. Mostly
guys never gave me a second look, unless they figured out I was really
girl. Then they were just kinda curious.

"You're Mexican, right?"

"Huh?" I looked up at her and then I suddenly remembered my legs and I
crossed them real quickly. Probably nobody had noticed, but I'd been
spreading them wide open for a minute there!

"Madeiros is Mexican, right?"

"Spanish," I shrugged, biting into a packet of fire sauce. "But yeah,
my mom's Mexican. Why?"

"Just wondered if this stuff was any good," Jody grinned at me. "Like
real Mexican food or whatever."

"How would I know?" I laughed. "My mom knows how to make real Mexican
food, but she never has time for it."

"She didn't teach you or anything?"

"No," I shrugged, squeezing sauce on my taco. "Sometimes I wish she
would, but...No."

"My mom never taught me anything either," Jody said and then took a
big bite of her burrito. "I eamch mehsemph"

"What?" I laughed at her.

"I teach myself," Jody said after she swallowed. "I can make good
lasagna."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I'll make you some."

"Okay," I smiled and took a bite of my taco.

It was fun, just eating fake Mexican fast food and talking about
nothing. It was a lot like being with Josh, sorta, except me and Josh
already knew everything about each other. So it was pretty cool
telling her stuff I thought was boring and seeing Jody interested in
it, you know? I liked it a lot and I liked listening to her talk too.
After a couple minutes I totally forgot to be worried about what I was
wearing, I was too busy having fun.

Everytime we stopped at a red light we had to kiss too. Like it was a
rule and I think Jody was trying to get the red lights on purpose. A
lot of people honked at us because the light would turn green and we
wouldn't notice right away. At one light, a car pulled up next to us
and Jody laughed into my mouth when she caught the guy staring. She
waved at him and I blushed and then we kissed again because the light
was still red and everything.

"Where are we going?" I wondered and we'd left Redmond behind and were
crossing the overpass into West Seattle.

"The Point," Jody said. "You ever been there?"

"Ummm...Maybe," I shrugged. "I don't remember. What's there?"

"Nothing!"

Except making out. That's what we were doing, parked at Alkai Point,
overlooking Puget Sound and watching the ferry's leave the piers
across the way. Jody had her arm around my shoulder, both of us
leaning close together over the center console thing of her little
Miata, and I was sucking her tongue happily. God! Jody was such a
great kisser and we were fogging up the windows because it was raining
and chilly outside, but inside we were hot and sweaty.

"This is why skirts are so cool," Jody whispered between kisses and I
was about to ask her what she meant when I felt her hand sliding up my
thigh.

"Ohhh..." I giggled and stuck out my tongue and I spread my legs even
more than they were.

She rubbed my pussy through that tiny thong, getting me all wet while
we kissed, and after a few minutes of that she was fingering me. I
played with her tits under the t-shirt she'd gotten from me, feeling
Jody's nipples hard and sticking out. I loved her tits and I wanted to
kiss them. I wanted to feel her pussy too and kiss her there. I wanted
to have sex with her again and I was getting so creamy between my
thighs it wasn't funny!

"Hmmm..." I sat back, catching my breath and licking my lips.

"Yeah!" Jody giggled and her face was just as red as mine.

Her fingers were wet too and I could smell my sex. The car was full of
my smell and Jody looked at her fingers for a second and then licked
them. I guess I tasted okay because then she was sorta sucking on
them. I just laughed and I would have blushed probably, but who could
tell? I thought she was really crazy then. Like nasty crazy, sorta,
licking my pussy juice off her fingers? But she'd licked my pussy
anyway, so...I dunno. I was still trying to figure it all out because
this was so different from anything I'd ever done before.

"You wanna go back to my place?" Jody asked and I knew she wanted to
have sex again, just like I did.

"Yeah," I nodded. "But I gotta go home sometime."

"Why?"

"Why? Because my mom's gonna kill me!" I laughed.

"And that's why you want to go home?" she laughed too.

"No. You know what I mean. She's gonna be waking up soon."

"She's a vampire?"

"Shut-up!" I rolled my eyes. "I told you, she's a stripper. She sleeps
during the day."

"Okay," Jody shrugged. "So...What? You gotta go home right now?"

"I guess," I sighed and the clock on the dash said 2:14pm and my mom
was probably already awake.

"You're not gonna be in school tomorrow," Jody sighed too. "What are
you doing tonight?"

"Ummm...Grounded, probably. But I can't go anywhere at night anyway or
my mom freaks out."

"I'll come over," Jody suggested. "We'll make lasagna."

"No. My mom won't like that either."

"How's she gonna find out? She's working all night!"

"Yeah, but if she does..."

"Blame me!" Jody giggled.

"Heh! That's not gonna work."

"I'm gonna come over," she decided and I didn't tell her no. I just
smiled. My mom wouldn't find out.

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I didn't see the van until somebody was getting out of it. Jody had
parked in front of my house, which was probably a bad idea since all
my mom had to do was look out the window to see us. And of course we
had to kiss for a little while just to say goodbye. I mean, Jody was
gonna come over at seven anyway, but that was like four hours away! So
we made out and complained about it breathlessly for fifteen minutes
until I finally opened the door.

"There she is! Is that her? I think it's here. Come on!" some woman
was kinda yelling. She was tall and pretty and wearing a nice blue
dress it looked like. Over that she wore an unbuttoned trench coat
looking thing that flapped in the breeze.

I looked across the street to see her getting out of a white King News
van. I knew that because it said so right on the side. Seattle is in
King County and so one of the channels calls itself King, and I
wondered what was going on. Someone else was getting out the back, a
guy with a big video camera thing and I sorta looked around expecting
to see a fire or a crash or something. But there was just me standing
on the sidewalk in front of Mrs. Whiting's house.

"Samantha? Samantha Madeiros?" the woman asked and she looked sorta
familiar as she hurried towards me.

"Yeah," I said, blinking at her and pulling my army coat tight around
me with my hands in my pockets. At least it had stopped raining again.

"I'm Veronica Steel with King News," she smiled at me, but I didn't
smile back. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"About what?" I asked, glancing up at the windows of our apartment and
wondering if my mom was looking.

"You go to Redmond High School, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you were suspended this morning, is that right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Okay! Great!" She smiled like that was good news, but probably she'd
just been worried maybe it was some other girl she was looking for. "I
want to ask you about that, okay? Why were you suspended?"

"Um," I swallowed hard and I really didn't know if I should say
anything or not. This was kind of scary.

"Were you suspended because you refused to participate in the NIS
program?"

"I think I have to talk to my mom," I said slowly.

"This will just take a minute," she smiled again. "Please? Why were
you suspended, Samantha?"

"I don't, uh..." I shook my head. "I have to go."

"Samantha! Wait. Just a few questions and..."

"Ask the school," I told her and I was walking quickly towards the
side door of the house.

I locked the door behind me when I got inside because that woman
looked like she wanted to follow me. I'd seen her before on
television, but I didn't want to be on the news! I ran up the stairs
and sorta fumbled with my keys because I'd locked the door when I'd
left for school and it was still locked. When I got it open, I slammed
it behind me and locked it again, and then I saw my mom sitting at the
table drinking coffee and she stared at me as I ran to the front
windows.

"Are they still there?" I asked her, but my mom didn't have a clue.

"What's wrong, Sam? Is who still there?"

"The news people!" I said and I frowned because they were. That
Veronica whoever was standing outside her van and talking on her phone
it looked like.

"What?" Mom was beside me and looking past my shoulder. "What do they
want? Is there a fire?"

"They want me!" I said, almost giggling, but my heart was going fast.

"They want you for what?" she asked and then realized what time it
was. "How come you're not at school?"

"Ummm..." I looked at her and she wasn't mad yet, but pretty darn
suspicious. I started checking my pockets and then I remembered I'd
left my backpack at Jody's house and I thought I'd left my Suspension
Notice in it, but then I found it in one of the breast pockets and I
pulled it out slowly and gave it to her.

Talking was just going to make it worse, I figured.

"Suspended?" Mom stared at it and then looked at me. "For what?"

"It, uh...It doesn't say?" I asked, not trying to be funny at all.

"Sam! What did you do?"

"I, um..." I shrugged and looked down, "...I didn't want to get naked at
school."

"What?"

"And then they said I had to and Ms. Beyle said she was gonna get some
football players to hold me down and make me and then the Principal
said he was gonna suspend me and ..."

"Slow down! Stop! You got suspended for that?" Mom blinked at me and
then she was reading the Notice and it did say why and for how long
and all that stuff.

"Mom! Monica...I'm sorry! Okay?" I was almost going to cry and she held
up her hand and I could tell she was mad. Like royally pissed, you
know?

"Why didn't you do it?" she asked, kinda calmly.

"Because! I don't wanna get naked in front of everybody!"

"Why?"

"Why?" I stared at her. "Because!"

"That's not a reason," Mom frowned. "It's part of school. It's good
for you, Sam. You have to do it."

"How is it good for me?"

"I don't know!" She threw up her hands. "Because somebody smarter than
me says it is. You don't have a choice."

"That's not fair!"

"Nobody said it was," she sighed. "Somebody's doing it now, right?
Some other girl took your place?"

"Yeah," agreed slowly. "Penny did. Why?"

"So what makes you different than her, Sam?" Mom asked me and I knew
it was pointless then.

"Nothing," I frowned.

"Exactly," Mom said. "This is part of school now. You have to do it
like anything else. Like math or English."

"I think it's a little different than that, Monica."

"It's school," she decided. "When the Principal called me Friday, I
told him you'd do it. It'll be good for you. Get you out of those
silly clothes you're always wearing and..."

"Like these silly clothes?" I asked her, pulling my army coat wide
open so she could see me in that skirt. She hadn't noticed my legs
were bare or that I was wearing red high heels, but she did now.

"Where did you get that?" Mom blinked at me, looking me up and down.
"Sam! Why are you dressed like that?"

"You don't like it?" I asked her, forgetting completely that I didn't
like it. "You just want me naked, huh? So some boys can fuck me right?
I hate boys! I'm queer, okay! God!"

"Sam!" Mom was yelling, but I was running for my bedroom. And slamming
the door behind me once I got there.

"Leave me alone!" I leaned against the door, but Mom pushed her way
inside my room anyway.

"You're not running away this time!" she told me. "Stop acting like a
little kid! I want to talk to you."

"I don't wanna do it! I'm not like you!"

"Sam..."

"I don't wanna be naked, okay? I don't want to have sex with
everybody! I'm not gonna be a whore like you!"

SLAP!

It was really quiet then and I blinked at her, touching my cheek and
it hurt more on the inside than it did on the outside. My eyes got wet
and mom rolled her eyes, she rolled her whole head and sighed.

"Sam, I'm sorry." She tried to hug me, but I pushed her away.

"I hate you!"

"I love you!"

"You're not even my mom!" I sobbed getting on my bed, under my sheets.
"You're just Monica! Go away!"

"I can't," she said, sitting on my bed and trying to hug me as I lay
there. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit you. I love you, Samantha. I'm
sorry."

I didn't say anything. I was curled up on my side with my back to her,
still wearing Jody's clothes. Wearing her shoes and my army coat, with
the sheets pulled over my head. I couldn't believe she'd slapped me.
She'd never slapped me before! I felt bad about what I'd said too. I
shouldn't have called her a whore and I wanted to say I was sorry, but
I didn't.

"You're right. I am a whore," she said. "But I don't want that for
you. I just want you to be happy, but you have to help me. We do what
we have to do, even if we don't like it sometimes."

"You just want me to have sex with Josh."

"I want you to grow up!" she said. "You're so pretty, Sam. You're so
smart. You can do anything. But you've only got one friend. You hide
yourself away and ignore everyone else. You have to give yourself a
chance."

"I have friends. I have a girlfriend."

"Who? Angie?" Mom sighed. "Is that where you got those clothes?"

"No," I turned my face against the pillow to wipe my eyes. "Jody. I
love her. I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Since when?"

"Since today. We did it. Me and her and she loves me too."

"Are you okay?" she asked me after a long minute, and the bed moved a
little as my mom laid down next to me, curling up against my back and
holding me.

"Yeah. I'm okay. It didn't hurt or anything."

"Okay."

"She's sixteen," I said and I didn't know why I wanted to talk about
Jody, but I did. "In eleventh grade."

"That's good."

"Jody wants me to be a girl," I told her, almost smiling because
thinking about Jody was making me feel better. "That's why I got her
clothes. She said I'm beautiful."

"Sam," Mom laughed lightly. "You are beautiful. I love you so much."

"They feel weird though," I sighed and I was smiling, but I didn't
want Mom to know.

"You get used to it after awhile."

"I'm sorry I called you a...you know."

"A whore?" Mom sighed, maybe she shrugged. "It's all I was ever good
at, Sam. I'm not like you."

"I'm not good at anything."

"No. You just don't know what you're good at yet. That's all. You just
have to grow a little more and you'll figure it out."

"What if I'm not though?" I bit my lip and I had no idea what I wanted
to do.

"Don't worry, by the time you get to college..."

"College?"

"...you'll know what you're doing."

"I can't go to college," I giggled. "We don't even have a real car."

"Where do you think all my money goes?" Mom squeezed my hip. "Straight
into the Sam college fund."

"Yeah right."

"You'll see," she said. "You're going to go to any college you want.
Be a doctor or a lawyer or...Anything. It's up to you."

"That's a lot of money for that stuff, Monica."

"Hey," she laughed lightly. "I might not be much of a mom, but I'm a
really good whore, Sam."

"You're not that bad," I decided, but I really did think she was
dreaming about that college stuff.

"Well, when you're old enough so I can kick you out of the house, I'm
going to find a real boyfriend and settle down, and get married..."

"What?" I laughed and pulled the sheet down so I could turn my head
and look at her.

"Yeah," she smiled at me. "What do you think? I'm too old for that?"

"No. I just...Married?"

"Maybe," she shrugged. "But not until I know you're okay. I never
wanted anyone else trying to be your dad."

"You loved him a lot, huh?"

"Yeah," Mom nodded. "I still do."

"Do you miss him?"

"All the time," Mom smiled at me. "But I see him everyday, so..."

"You do?"

"When I look at you," she nodded. "Yeah. He would have loved you so
much, Sam."

"I know," I said with a sigh. "I love him too, Mom."



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