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The morning rays of light streamed in through your window and onto your face. You could hear the twittering of birds, and the soft bleating from your sheep. As much as you didn’t want to, it was definitely time to wake up. Rubbing your eyes, you sat up and stretched.
There was a sudden sound that made your ears perk up. It was the sound of metal on metal, and you were confused as to what it could be. You exited your house in your pajamas and looked around. Nothing seemed to be amiss. Shrugging, you decided to check your mail since you were already out there.
Your mailbox was empty save for one small piece of paper, a sentence hastily scrawled across it.
Meet me in front of my house after dark.
–Sam
Oh.
Oh.
A small smile tugged at your lips. The sound must’ve been your mailbox slamming shut after Sam tossed this inside. Meet him at his house after dark? You were very curious as to what he had planned out. Sam had never suggested anything like this before. You peeked at the letter again and sighed. “After dark.” Leave it to Sam not to give an actual time.
You couldn’t lie, a similar scenario to this played through your mind every night before you went to bed. Closing your eyes to the idea of Sam holding you close, running his fingers through your hair before pressing his lips against yours…it was heaven.
As you went about your daily chores, you began to think more about the situation. Should you dress up for this? Not in a little black dress and heels kind of way, but something nicer than your dirt-stained shorts and sweaty shirt. You sniffed a pit and scowled. Yeah, you were going to change.
The day dragged on, and you found things that usually happened in a snap were taking forever. The line at Pierre’s to buy seeds. The amount of time it took for Clint to crack open a geode. Everything was taking far too long, and you almost screamed when you realized you would need to wait in line at the store again because you didn’t have what you needed to make a special fertilizer. Dammit, you were going to have to shell out for some of the fancy stuff, and you really didn’t want to.
Finally, night fell, and you decided to take your time in the shower. You washed up with your favorite soaps and even used the fancy shampoo that Haley bought for you. That damn shampoo. You had been avoiding it, and just used the normal stuff that you could get at Pierre’s. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to use the nice stuff, far from it. You did. It just seemed way too fancy to use on the regular! But tonight was special.
Well, you hoped it would be.
You looked at your wardrobe critically, trying to figure out what the hell to wear. You settled on a pretty purple bra with scalloped lace edges, matching silk panties, and a summery yellow sun dress that hit right above your knees. You knew you didn’t need to wear your nice underwear, but you were raised to always be prepared.
The walk to Sam’s place was relatively short. You had waited until 8 to head on out and hoped that would be the right time. Luckily, you were right on the money. You could see Sam waiting by his house. But he looked extremely nervous. He was biting his nails, a habit that you knew he was trying to get rid of. He only did it when he was worried, and as you approached, he started to pace.
“Sam!” you called out. He whipped around, and gave you a lopsided grin, his eyes soft.
“Hey,” he said, but his voice was much softer. He kicked the ground with the toe of his shoe.
“Everything okay?” you asked, concerned.
“Um…I just um. Well…I wanted to talk to you. In private.”
“What about?” you asked. It felt a little strange to just be standing out here, and you wondered if Sam was going to take you somewhere or not. Maybe he just had something quick to say. But if so, why would he say it in the dead of night?
“Oh, just um…” Sam shoved his hands into his pockets and cast his eyes skyward. “You know, it’s kind of cold out, don’t you think?”
You blinked. It wasn’t cold in the least, it was the middle of the summer after all. You gave him a confused look.
“I just think it might be better to go inside,” he said. “You know, my room is the warmest. We could sneak in there. Where it’s not cold,” he said nonchalantly.
“Sneak?” you said, raising an eyebrow. “We can’t use the front door?”
“My mom would freak if I brought someone to the house this late,” Sam said with a laugh. “Especially a pretty girl like you.”
“A pretty girl, eh?” you said, and a light pink blush dusted his cheeks. He cleared his throat.
“Well you are,” he said, bravely looking you in the eyes. “Everyone knows it.”
“Oh do they now?” you asked, taking a step forward. Sam’s adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, watching you approach. You were close enough to him now that you would only have to move your hand a few inches to touch his chest.
“Y-yeah,” Sam breathed, looking at your lips. He wet his own with the tip of his tongue.
“Well I’m glad you think so,” you said, your lips ghosting his. But right before anything could happen, you pulled away. He looked a bit surprised, and you shot him a cheeky grin.
“You were going to take me to your room, right?” you said. “Where we can have some private time to… talk ,” you said, putting heavy emphasis on the last word. You both knew exactly what you meant by “talk,” and he had the decency to look embarrassed at what he had suggested.
“Only if you want,” he said quickly.
“I do,” you said. “But how are we going to get in?”
“Oh!” Sam said, face brightening. “Don’t worry about that, I left my bedroom window open.”
You chuckled and followed him, watching him bounce on the balls of his feet as he went. This felt so high school, but in the best way possible. Sneaking into a hot guy’s house through his bedroom window? This was some YA novel shit right here and you loved it.
“Alright, I’ll go first,” Sam said as the two of you approached the window, but you stopped him.
“I can go, don’t worry,” you said. The window wasn’t high up but was just high enough to where you had to bend a little to get in. You popped your ass up as you bent over to climb in, and grinned to yourself when you heard Sam burst into a coughing fit. You hoped you had also managed to flash your panties as well.
You looked around his darkened room and gently pulled the chain on his desk lamp, turning it on. The room was awash in a golden glow, and when your eyes met his, you melted. His big brown eyes looked beautiful. You always admired the golden flecks in his molten chocolate eyes, and they almost reminded you of a deer. Large and innocent, they looked you over, and you smiled.
“So I know I talk about the band like, 24 fuckin’ 7,” Sam said, closing his window with a soft click. “But, that’s not everything to me, you know? I mean, it kind of is, but that’s not the only thing that makes me happy. Not the only thing I’m passionate about,” he said, eyes blazing.
Your heart was beating a mile a minute as he reached out, taking one of your hands into his. Sam leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours, and it took all you had to keep your breathing regular.
“I’m really glad we’ve grown closer,” he murmured.
“Me too,” you said softly. “I’m so glad we’re friends.”
“About that,” Sam said, lifting his head up. “Do…do you think of me as just a friend? Like, only as a friend?”
You opened your mouth to speak, to tell him how you felt, but your words quickly died in your throat as a knock sounded on Sam’s door.
“Sam? I’m coming in!”
You and Sam exchanged terrified glances. It was his mom, Jodi!
“Quick! Hide in the bed!” Sam hissed. “Get under the covers!”
“Under the…don’t you have like a closet or–”
“No time!” Sam said, and you quickly dove under the sheets as you heard the door knob turn. If it hadn’t felt like high school before, it certainly did now! Here you were, a grown-ass woman, hiding from your crush’s mom under his bed sheets. This was so so stupid. But thrilling at the same time. The idea of getting caught was doing things to you. Positive things.
“Is something wrong darling?” you heard Jodi ask. “Wait…you weren’t…?”
“ Mom! ” Sam said, mortified. “I wasn’t…why would you even ask that?”
You wanted to laugh at his reaction to what Jodi had just implied, but you needed to keep quiet! You couldn’t blow this!
“I just heard some weird noises, that’s all,” she said. “And your face…it’s so red. You look a bit sweaty too.”
“I was doing push-ups!” Sam said wildly, and you cringed. Push-ups? What kind of dumbass excuse was that?
“Push-ups?” Jodi asked, surprised.
“Yeah! Just wanna uh…beat dad at arm wrestling! He keeps kicking my butt at it, and you know, that’s gotta stop. Right? Right. So that’s. That’s what I’ve been doing.”
Good fucking Lord.
There was a long pause, and you held your breath, waiting for Jodi to either leave or examine the room.
“Well, I guess that explains it!” Jodi said with a tinkling laugh. “Well…good luck!” she said. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Good luck?” Sam asked.
“You want to beat your dad at arm wrestling. Good luck with your strength training,” Jodi said simply. “And be sure to have fun!”
“Okay, I will!” Sam said. You heard the door close and Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
“Finally!” he said. “That was close, too close.”
You poked your head out from under the sheets and then sat up. You leaned back slightly and looked up at him.
“About before,” you said. “I–”
“Look,” Sam interrupted. “Before you say anything I…I just want you to know that I was trying to tell you that I really like you. I think we could really have something special together. Know what I’m saying?” he asked.
You sat there in stunned silence. Honestly, you couldn’t believe that you hadn’t been the one to confess first, but you were glad it had been him. He was looking so earnestly at you and looked so open and vulnerable. This was a side you hadn’t ever seen before.
“Alright, I said it,” he said, and you realized that you had been quiet for a bit too long. “I told you how I feel.”
“You did,” you said, and scooted towards the edge of the bed. You beckoned to him, but stopped him when he got close. Gently, you placed your hands on his hips. You hooked your thumbs into his belt loops and looked up at him.
“I’d like to tell you how I feel too,” you said. “But I’ve always been more of a show don’t tell kind of person.”
Sam looked confused and let out a yelp and you yanked his hips forward. You toyed with the button to his pants and looked into his eyes.
“Let me show you,” you said, and bit your bottom lip.
“You sure?” Sam breathed.
“Hell yeah,” you said. You popped the button open and pulled his zipper down slowly. His cock was already half hard, and you kissed it gently, hands going back to his hips. Sam let out a gasp as your lips touched him.
“You’re kissing my dick before me?” he asked in a joking tone.
“Get down here if you want to kiss me,” you huffed, and he chuckled.
“You’ve got kinda a tight grip on me there baby,” he said. You let go of him, and he sat down next to you.
“Can’t believe this is happening,” he murmured, tilting your chin up with a finger. He leaned down, and your lips brushed. It was a soft, chaste kiss, and all things considered, it was quite lovely. But it wasn’t what you wanted.
“That was nice,” you said as you slung your leg across his lap, straddling him. “But this is better.”
Without pausing to let him respond, you flung your arms around his neck and kissed him long and deep. His large hands quickly found your waist, slowly moving towards your hips as you kissed. As you slid your tongue against his, Sam’s hands went lower and squeezed your ass.
“Hey there,” he whispered.
“Did you say that to me or to my ass?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Um,” Sam said, eyes wide. “To…you?”
The two of you stifled your giggles and kept kissing. This was exactly what you loved about Sam. He was cute and silly and fun . There was never a dull moment with this man, and that was just what you needed. You had come to Pelican Town at a low point in your life, and he was the ray of sunshine you needed.
Sam slid a hand under your dress and dipped his fingers into your bra. You moaned into his mouth as he rolled your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. Your hips involuntarily jerked, your clothed crotch rubbing against him. Sam gasped, and you began to grind your hips down. His cock was only covered by the thin layer of his boxers, and when he rolled you off of him and onto the bed, you could see it was wet with precum.
“Don’t got a condom,” Sam mumbled.
“I do,” you said, forever grateful for dresses with pockets, “but…I kinda don’t want to use it,” you admitted with a blush.
“I’m clean, are you?” he asked, and you nodded.
“Perfect,” he said. “Then let’s get you out of this dress.”
“And you out of those pants,” you said. The jeans you had undone were slowly sagging below his ass, and you were sure he would trip if he tried to stand up. Sam shook his pants off and then flipped up your skirt. He reached down and touched your wet heat with two fingers.
“You’re soaked through already,” he said in a rumbling voice, running his fingers over you. He pressed a thumb where he knew your clit would be and gently began to rub tiny circles over it. You gasped out, and he gently put a hand over your mouth.
“You gotta be quiet babe,” he said. “Don’t want my parents to hear, right?”
You nodded and watched as he pulled your panties off and flung them to the side. He looked down at your dripping pussy, looking like a man who hadn’t eaten in months presented with his very first meal.
“Spread ‘em,” he said, patting your thigh. You kicked him in the ribs, and he laughed. “Spread ‘em…please.”
“I guess,” you muttered, rolling your eyes dramatically. You let your knees fall to the side, and he settled himself in between your thighs. He hooked your thighs over his shoulders and held you in place as he began to lick in between your folds.
You shoved your knuckles into your mouth as he dipped his tongue inside you, and then quickly moved to your clit. He lapped at it with the flat of his tongue before gently sucking on it. That was far too much, and he once more had to clamp a hand over your mouth.
“Okay, let’s do this differently,” he said. The two of you maneuvered until you were on your hands and knees.
“Wanna eat you out, but you’re too damn loud,” he said and started pulling his boxers down.
“Felt so good,” you said. “Couldn’t help it.”
“This’ll feel good too, okay?” he said. He got onto his knees, and roughly put a hand over your mouth. You couldn’t see his cock, but you could feel the soft head gently pushing at your entrance.
“Ready?” he asked. You nodded, unable to speak, and he slid in slowly. Thank god for his hand, because if it hadn’t been there, your moan would’ve put a pornstar to shame. His cock was nice and thick, stretching you wide. You couldn’t tell how long it was, but it felt so goddamn nice inside you. His other hand gripped your hip, and he began a steady pace.
It was good, but he was going too slow for your liking. His hand was doing its job a little too well, so instead of using words, you pulled off of him nearly all the way, and then slammed back against him, ass hitting his hips with a loud slap.
“Oh fuck ,” Sam hissed and began slamming into you. You arched your back slightly, and with that slight angle change, his cock hit you just right. Each thrust was sending you to heaven with how good it felt.
You could hear the bed squeak slightly, but neither of you really cared. The two of you were purely carnal beings at this point, desperate for pleasure.
“Gonna cum inside, okay gorgeous?” he panted, and you nodded quickly. He sped up, and you knew you were going to be aching for the next few hours, maybe even the next day. When he finally spilled inside of you, you could hear the strangled sound of him trying to keep quiet.
The two of you sat there panting, but something felt off.
“You didn’t cum,” Sam said, and you looked back at him. He looked frustrated with himself.
“Gotta rub my clit to get me to cum,” you admitted. “Just fucking me doesn’t do it. Never has.”
Sam considered this, and before you could do anything, he flipped you onto your back. He was suddenly back in between your legs. Sam licked his cum out of you, tongue dipping inside and then darting up to your clit. His face was messy, covered in a mixture of your slick and his cum.
You moaned loudly again, and Sam pulled off.
“We gotta do this at your farmhouse next time,” he grumbled. “I wanna hear you moan but you gotta stay quiet right now.” He looked around and spotted your panties. He quickly grabbed them and looked at you.
“Open up,” he said. He pushed your soaked panties into your mouth and moved back down to your pussy. With the makeshift gag in place, he continued licking, not stopping until your head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and back arched. Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids as you came on his face, thighs squeezing his head tightly. When you finally came down from your high, you took the panties out of your mouth and looked at him. Sam had a dopey grin on his face, looking very pleased.
“I guess I gotta go,” you said after a few minutes. “Can I borrow some boxers to wear? Kinda don’t want to wear those,” you said, gesturing to your spit soaked underwear. Sam nodded and found a pair of bright blue boxer briefs, tossing them your way. He looked disappointed, as though he wanted you to stay. But there was no way you could. It would be to easy to wake up the house if you snuck out in the morning.
“You should come pick them up tomorrow,” you said casually, heading over to his window. Sam looked surprised and then smug.
“Liked it that much?” he asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “But I mostly want to scream your name without your mom and dad hearing,” you admitted. “I don’t like being quiet.”
“I don’t like you being quiet either,” he said.
The two of you exchanged a swift kiss before saying farewell. You climbed out his window and took your time heading home. That had been amazing.
It was only until you were just about to fall asleep that you got a text from Sam.
we’re a thing right?
like
you’re my girlfriend and stuff?
You almost laughed out loud but sent a quick yes before falling sound asleep.