Sam finds her voice

Andy woke early the next morning and found Sam still fast asleep curled into his body as they lay on their sides. He had a small problem. He needed to pee, really badly, but he didn’t want to wake Sam unless he really had to. He lay awake trying not to think about the problem. The more he tried not thinking, the worse it got. It was no good, he was going to have to make a move. He tried to unwrap their body wrap under the PJs, but it was never going to happen. So Andy rolled onto his back to work on sitting up and then getting them both up and out of bed. Big mistake. The weight of Sam lying on top of him pressed down on his bladder and made his problem even worse. He sat up as carefully as he could and swung their legs out of the bed. As he did so, Sam began to stir.

“Mmm. Morning” she half yawned, blinking in the morning light. “Why are we getting out of bed?”

“I’m sorry I woke you, but I need a pee and badly.” Said Andy.

“Oh. C’mon then, let’s go.” replied Sam matter-of-factly as they moved quickly into the bathroom. Sam’s hands fumbled a little with her PJ bottoms, but managed to untie the bow and drop them to the floor. They sat on the toilet seat together and Sam’s hands reached through her legs to hold onto Andy’s dick as he started to pee into the bowl.

“I thought guys did it standing up?” giggled Sam.

“And how am I supposed to do that when I have you strapped to the front of me?”

“You could slide it between my legs and hang onto it from the front. I wouldn’t mind.”

“I wouldn’t mind either if it was that long! I’d be in the Guineas book of records if I could do that! I’m sorry again for the rude awakening.”

“No problem. But while we’re here I’m gonna pee too, so you might want to watch out!”

Sam’s hands quickly came back up above the rim as she peed.

“Something you need to know….” said Sam as Andy reached for the toilet paper to wipe both of them dry. “If your going old school with the paper wiping, girls always wipe front to back. Helps keep bugs away from our girlie bits and frankly infections down there are no joke. If you aren’t sure what you getting into with old school, this is a top of the range toilet from Japan and it will do everything for you including check your heart and your weight, but especially it washes and dries.”

“Wow! That has to be done.” Sam talked Andy through the controls, which were on a floor panel for Sam and they were soon pulling up the PJs with sparkly fresh bottoms. Sam lead them back to the bedroom and turned to sit on the bed. Her hands came up and ran their fingers through her hair shaking out any overnight tangles. She yawned and her arms stretched out as she did so.

“So what shall we do today?”

“Well, I really hate to disappoint you, but the garden needs a fair amount of attention. I’m think I’m going to have to tackle the big jobs on my own to get it through it quickly, then we can have fun. You can come sit in the sun and heckle me if you like”.

“OK. But save some jobs for both of us. I’d like to see how it feels to be outside together. Maybe leave the pruning of the roses ‘til last?”

“Sure.”

Sam’s hands started to unbutton her top as they stood up. Sam steered them over to the mirror as Andy let their top drop to the floor. Sam’s hands pulled their PJ bottoms down and they both bent slightly to help their legs clear out completely. As they stood back up. Sam’s hands rested to her side. With the flesh colored wraps in place Sam was looking at a virtually naked version of herself, but with arms. Andy guessed what was going through Sam’s mind as she stood quietly with almost no expression on her face. Andy raised Sam’s arms out in front of her and she looked down the length of “her” arms as “her” hands twisted round and she opened and closed “her” fingers. Her hands came up to her face and cradled it gently. Then they slid down her body, feeling her curves as they went, finally resting by her side again.

“Thank you” Sam whispered.

Her hands shot up and tousled her hair and a massive grin broke across her face, breaking the spell. Her hands undid the Velcro wraps and Sam turned to face Andy. She leaned in and Andy enveloped her in a hug, his senses drinking in the fresh smell of her hair and the soft feel of those curly blonde locks. He became immediately aroused and started to let go.

“Just a little longer. The chores can wait.” said Sam.

A few minutes later Andy was dressed and heading for a quick mug of coffee before tackling the garden. There were two mugs of coffee on the table by the time Sam wandered in wearing one of her old T-Shirt dresses. Sam sat on Andy’s lap and they drank coffee together, Andy holding a mug in each hand.

“I’ll take a shower after I’ve done the lawns and the hedge trimming. I’m sure to work up a sweat. It’s already warm out there. Do you have a hat you can wear? Don’t want you getting sunburn while you laze away the morning!”

“Yes. There’s a big old floppy straw hat hanging up by the back door. I was hoping you’d help me out.”

“That’s what I do best. Ok then. I’ll aim to take a break mid-morning so I can freshen up and we can get together for your bit of the gardening. Any ideas what we are going to wear?”

“I’ve got the perfect outfit picked out. A light summery blouse and a pair of denim dungarees.”

“Sounds very “country garden”. There may well be enough flowers to collect for a vase. That will brighten up the hallway. What do you think?”

“Perfect. Let’s get going then.”

They walked through to the back of the house where outdoor coats and boots were stacked. Andy reached up and fetched the hat for Sam and dropped it onto her head where it fell forwards covering her eyes.

“Hey!”

“Sorry. Let me help with that” as Andy turned Sam round and adjusted her hat from behind using his arms as tight into her side as he could.

“Just doesn’t feel right doing it any other way now.”

They both laughed as they headed outside.

“Hey. Don’t forget to wear gardening gloves. I don’t want my hands getting all mucky and there will be trouble if you chip a nail!” teased Sam. In truth Andy had not thought about that and looked down at Sam’s red nails.

“Yeah. I hope there are some in with the gardening tools.” To Andy’s relief there were a few pairs and clearly a couple that must have belonged to Sam’s Aunt.

He pulled on a pair of bright purple, floral patterned gloves with a thick suede lining that would do nicely.

The work was hot and sweaty as Andy had figured, but he got through it all by 11 despite Sam’s “helpful” advice. They headed inside and Sam followed Andy through to her bedroom, where he stripped down for a shower.

“Mind if I join you?” said Sam as she began to wriggle out of the T-shirt dress. Andy nodded agreement and helped her undress the rest of the way. They showered together and stood gazing at each other in silence as the warm air dried their naked bodies.

Without a word they both moved through to the bedroom and Andy became Sam’s hands once more as he wrapped them both in the flesh colored Velcro wraps.

Sam moved them over to the closet and pulled the dungarees out and off their hanger, placing them behind her on the bed. Her hands hesitated at the now large array of blouses on offer. Which one to choose? Her hands settled on a white satin blouse with large puffy sleeves that had not been worn before.

“ I do like those silky, satin numbers, don’t I?” giggled Sam.

“Yes you do, don’t you. And who could blame you.” Andy replied as he finished buttoning up the blouse and reached for the denim dungarees. They stepped easily into them but struggled a bit with getting the braces over both bodies to be hooked into place in front.

Sam’s hands found a matching pair of sandals for both sets of feet. She really had thought of everything on her last shopping spree. Andy also took in the pairs of shoes and heels that lined the bottom of the closet. He’d packed these away neatly when they had sorted Sam’s old clothes, but this was the first time they had a need to wear anything on their feet. His mind wandered at the thought of wearing those heels with one of Sam’s new sexy dresses.

Sam straightened up and snapped Andy out of his daydream. She moved them out to the kitchen where more coffee was demanded. The radio was turned on and Sam’s hands set to making the coffee, although by now it was getting on for lunchtime and neither of them had had breakfast.

“I’ll make some sandwiches to go with our coffee.” said Sam as she reached for the loaf and the breadknife. They took their meal outside to eat in the sunshine and admire the morning work. As Sam ate she noticed one of her nails had suffered from the mornings work. Holding her hand out in front of her she tutted and said “Typical! I knew that would happen!”

Hunger now satisfied they soon finished the deadheading of the dying flowers and cut a dozen red roses for the vase inside. Sam’s hand reached to the back of the flower bed where there was a white rose and snipped it short. Placing the secateurs into the pocket of her dungarees she stripped the thorns and carefully placed the rose in her hair just above her ear. The simple gesture brought out that trademark Sam smile and a purring sound of pure joy.

“Sing “If you’re going to San Francisco,

Be sure to wear some flowers in your hair

If you’re going to San Francisco

You’re gonna meet some gentle people there” whispered Andy into Sam’s ear.

Sam didn’t need any encouragement and her beautiful voice carried across the garden as they slowly whirled, Sam’s armed outstretched, her fingers reaching for the sky, as they danced across the lawn. There was no doubt in Sam’s mind that life could not get any better.

They brought the roses inside and Sam moved them over to a cupboard under the sink where there were vases. Her hands picked out a suitable size and began to crush the bottom of the rose stems as they were trimmed to size and arranged carefully in the vase.

“Where did I learn to do that?”

“One of my many short term jobs in retail was in a florists. They showed me how to get the best out of flowers, I mean they should last a week or so like this. Never knew that it would come in handy – pardon the pun.”

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that one!” laughed Sam.

She carried the vase through to the hall and placed it on the side table, giving the arrangement a final tweak. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and the white rose in her hair. The smile grew as her hand touched it gently, pushing it back into her hair a little. The back of her fingers fell softly across her cheek as she leaned in towards them. Her index finger pushed through her unresisting lips and wetted itself on her tongue. It slowly withdrew and ran a line across her eyebrow, while her other hand reached into the dungarees and cupped her breast. Both hands moved to the front of the blouse and adjusted the fit around her breasts.

“That’s better” Sam found herself saying.

A ping from Andy’s iphone broke the silence that followed and Andy moved them into the living to see who it was. Sam’s hands picked up the phone and held it for them both to see. Andy had set the phone to recognize Sam’s face as well as his own for just this scenario. It unlocked and they could both see a text from John. Sam moved to sit them both down on the sofa to read it.

The text read: “Hi Sam, Hi Andy! I’m guessing you two will be doing your thing while reading this, so I’m gonna feel stupid if this is just you Andy. So first up, Sam, I loved meeting you and seeing how Andy is doing – we’re all good. Secondly I’m gonna need to be back in town next week as it happens and I reckon I can swing enough meetings to justify two days, so I’d love to have dinner with you, if only to see Andy try to cook a proper meal! Let me know if Tues/Wed next week works for you and I’ll make arrangements. Take care and my love to you both. John”

“Cool” they both said together.

Sam’s hands typed the reply “Perfect! Yes, we’re reading this together and Sam is currently typing this reply. Next week is no problem and Sam says you should plan to stay over here, that way we can relax and not worry about the time or getting drunk. See you next week. Love Sandy”. Before hitting send, Andy started to ask Sam, but she read his mind.

“Hit send. That’s just what I wanted to say and I love that you signed it Sandy. That gave me goose bumps.”

“I know” Andy whispered as he hit the send button.

They were just getting up off the sofa when the reply pinged in

“Cool!”

“Shit! We’re going to have to practice making proper food!” said Sam. “If John is coming for dinner we have to do this right!”

“Fine by me.” “

And there’s something else I’m going to have to practice as well - thought Andy to himself.

Sam moved them through to the bedroom. “I’m a little warm in these dungarees. Mind if we put a skirt on?”

“Not at all, but you choose. I chose the blouse and we’re not taking that off. You love the silky, satin stuff, remember?”

Sam giggled and said “OK. In that case we should wear the black leather-look skirt with the gold buttons down the front. Yes. That one.”

Her hands took the skirt from it’s hanger and found the buttons were all decoration and it had a zipper on the side. Once undone, they stepped into the skirt and pulled up the zip. Sam started to move but Andy held their bodies in place while Sam’s hands reached down and pulled out a matching pair of dark grey snakeskin heels.

“I’m guessing we’re not gonna be wearing jeans and a t-shirt when John comes to dinner, so I need to practice wearing heels. So is it OK if we give it a go now?”

“Oh. Yes, of course. You’re right. We will be wearing something sexy, I think we said! As long as we don’t break a leg trying! This could be fun!”

They sat on the bed as Sam put on her heels, on both sets of feet, and then tentatively stood up. Sam looked slightly disappointed as nothing happened.

Andy moved them a step forwards. Again no dramas. He walked them through to the living room in an easy, elegant sway.

“This is easy. I don’t know what all the fuss is about.”

“Wait ‘til you’ve been wearing them for a few hours, you’ll get the idea.”

Undeterred Andy carried on up the stairs to his room. Sam’s hands picked up the guitar case and she couldn’t help but squeal with delight.

“Awesome! Are we going to make sweet music together?”

“You’ve been working on that one for a while, haven’t you?”

Sam laughed and looked suitably sheepish.

“Yes. We sounded so amazing when we were singing outside this morning that I thought this afternoon we could give it a go with guitar accompaniment. We need to find somewhere suitable to sit, though. These heels are killing me!”

“Nice. Let’s go into the kitchen and use one of the stools”

They made there way, carefully, back down the stairs. Despite Andy’s earlier bravado, negotiating stairs in heels and a fairly snug fitting skirt was no joke.

Sat perched on the kitchen stool, their heels resting on the crossbar, Sam felt every inch a rock star. Her hands opened the guitar case and began to pluck at the strings tuning them a little as they went.

“Not too bad, considering it hasn’t been played in months.” Said Andy.

“You haven’t played since the band broke up?”

“I picked it up a few times, but playing on my own just me made me sad. Well sadder than I was already feeling, so it’s been it’s case until now.”

Sam didn’t know what to say.

“But hey, that feels like a lifetime ago. Look at us! We look every inch the glam chick about to bring the house down at her first concert!”

The smile came back to Sam’s face in an instant as she held the guitar close to her chest and got ready to play.

“Before we start, can you set up your phone on the table and record this, please? I believe you if you say we look fabulous, but I’d like to see this for myself and there’s no mirror in here.”

“Of course!”

Hopping off the stool, Sam soon retrieved Andy’s phone from where it had been left in the living room and it was set up to record the impromptu jam session about to kick off in the kitchen.

“So what are we going for first?” asked Andy.

“I don’t know. I was kind of hoping you’d suggest something.”

“Just sing from your heart. Chose something that you love. I can hear it in your voice. You have real soul, so go with the first thing you think of. If I don’t know it I’ll just strum along.”

“Do you know Nina Kinert?”

Andy smiled. “I know a couple. Through Your Eyes?”

Sam looked down and said “Of course you’d know my favorite song.”

Sam looked up and her hands started strumming out the riff and she began singing;

“All the time I waited here for you

All the time I stood here holding dandelions and chocolate for you.

Tumbleweeds and fireworks go by

It's hard to keep them still for you to see.

But you know that I try.

I want to see you watching what I see now that you're mine.

Through your eyes...

All the time I tried to tell you, dear.

Birds are singing simple songs for you and me now that you are here.

Motorcars and bumblebees go by

They're sometimes hard to quieten down so you can hear.

But you know that I try.

I want to see you hear the things I do now that you're mine,

A very pretty sight through my eyes.

I'll always be waiting here for you.

I will always stand here holding dandelions and chocolate for you.

I want to see you watching what I see now that you're mine.

The cloud that keeps on changing till the end of time.

With you here these pretty things keep appearing in my mind.

Through your eyes...”

The last chord echoed on in silence.

“Was I that bad? Say something” said Sam.

She heard Andy sniff and then manage to say “No, no, that was….. that was…… just perfect. You have a real talent.”

“We have a real talent. It took both of us to make that happen. We’re better together”

Sam’s hands picked up the Jack Johnson song on the guitar and she sang a few lines;

“It’s always better when we’re together

Yeah, we’ll look at the stars when we’re together…”

Sam slid off the stool and reached for the phone to turn the recording off.

“I know I wanted to see how we looked, but I’m not sure I can watch that back without crying like a baby.”

“It’s OK. Music should move you and that was something special. I should know, I’ve been trying to find that special something for as long as I can remember. Trust me, you have it.”

Sam had no answer, no quick comeback. Andy moved them through to collapse on the living room sofa. As they flopped back into the cushions, Sam’s breasts bounced up and would have rebounded painfully had her hands not moved up quickly to cup them and hold on as they came to rest. Sam’s whole body was becoming more and more an extension of Andy, just as Andy’s arms had become an extension of Sam. Sam’s hands came to rest across her lap as they both reflected on how much making music together had affected them emotionally. Sam looked down. Her left hand felt the material of the blouse and adjusted it to create a smooth line from her breasts down to her lap. As she watched her hands slid up the blouse to caress her breasts. “Is this all real are or are we dreaming” whispered Andy.

“I don’t know.” Came the barely audible reply. “If we are dreaming, I don’t want to wake up.”

Sam began sobbing into hands that were somehow there and waiting to cradle her head. All the emotions of the past days and weeks poured out of her in waves of tears and sobbing laughter. Her hands reached for a tissue and she blew her nose loudly. Another tissue was needed to wipe away the tears. As the tears dried, the sobs turned more to laughs and she threw her head back, her arms in the air and yelled “Wooohooo!” at the top of her voice. “I’m alive!!!”

They fell back into the deep cushions giggling like school kids. Sam’s arms were splayed out across the back of the cushions as she shook her hair. Her left hand responded by running its fingers through her hair and twirling a few locks around her index finger. Sam sighed. Her right came back to her blouse and rested on her chest, fingers splayed out drumming rhythmically. It was becoming the signal that “they” were thinking about what came next. With no other signals, both hands moved to Sam’s skirt, slid down the zipper and helped her wriggle out of it. With the skirt gone Sam found herself splaying her legs out and moving her knees up so that the heels found a perch on the edge of the sofa. Her hands drifted down once more to feel the bottom hem of the blouse where they lingered momentarily before a finger of each hand slid under the top edge of her knickers. Her right hand carried on the exploration. Sam felt Andy’s erection developing beneath her and sighed more deeply and passionately as “her” fingers moved deeper. Sam looked across as her left hand settled over her breast and watched as her fingers began to tease the nipple beneath the silky material of the blouse.

By now her right hand was feeling the moistness of Sam’s growing arousal. Her fingers slid easily into her and teased in and out as she moaned at the pure ecstasy of it all. Her hands knew exactly where to find her pleasure zones and how to exploit them to bring her to orgasm. As Sam came, her back arched and her heels slipped off the edge of the sofa, pushing Johns body up into Sam’s. Andy has been so right, that while Sam’s hands were working their magic on her willing body she had been oblivious to Andy even being behind her, let alone his throbbing dick. But with the sudden shift in positions she felt him between her cheeks. Now she knew he’d been putting all his focus into her pleasure, she thought if she could somehow adjust her body to fold around his dick, it would make this a bit more special for him too. Sam managed to open her butt cheeks just a little more and Andy’s dick was pulled into the valley that she’d made. Feeling pleased with herself, Sam closed her cheeks back together as her hands created another rippling wave of electricity within her. She screamed with pleasure at this last, powerful orgasm and felt Andy’s dick shoot it’s load.

Sam’s hands came to rest on her chest as their breathing started to return to normal. Her left hand scooped her hair behind her ear and Sam knew all was right with the world.

“Thank you” whispered Andy into Sam’s ear. “I felt what you did just now and it made me feel even closer to you, if that is possible right now.”

“This is all so new to me and the feelings so amazing, I hadn’t appreciated that you have sexual feelings as well. When we talked in the shower I realized how selfish I’d been. I wanted you to really feel part of this lovemaking we have going on. What I did just now was all I could manage, but maybe we can do better than that with a little planning.”