You challenge her.

“Um.” Looking down at the floor a bit embarrassed by the mention of anal sex by the feisty Republican, your mind races if this is just another one of Sam's little bluffs, or if she is actually coyly implying something. You have never tried anal before, none of your former girlfriends were into it, nor did you really pursuit it. “Does she want me to call her bluff?” You think to yourself. “I guess I wouldn't mind trying.” Looking over the near naked beauty, “if she is much as a firecracker with her personality as she is in . . .” Sam's voice catches you in mid thought.

“Should I move on to the 'B' list?”

“No!” You raise your hands in protest, as all the possible options that come to mind are even more startling than anal.

“Let me guess.” Sam continues to chuckle, “You sing in the church choir too?”

“No, I do not.” You protest, trying to answer with at least a modicum of dignity and manly resolve in your voice, though you can still feel that your face flush.

Sam raises an eyebrow, not believing you.

Giving a sigh you concede, “Well . . . not since Father McCartin decided against replacing the old director who retired last year. Its was a small choir you know, myself and four other ladies, all of who are over 65. Agnes Reymour isn't going to be happy that you're her main competition now.”

With Sam's little grin at your story you brace for a hail of incoming mockery, especially after setting up the acerbic witted redhead with such ammunition. Instead Sam's amused grin turns into broad smile of affection, her hazel eyes soften and stepping forward takes hold of your waist and snuggles her body against yours. Tilting her head, her lips reach up for yours.

Just as you did when you first kissed hiding from the party officials, your lips only briefly meet, more of a caressing of your breaths. Taking Samantha in your arms you both lean your heads back just a bit so as to look at each other for another moment before your lips fully embrace. Sam gives a deep moan as your mouth presses down against hers.

Both of you gasp when your lips separate, “Agnes definitely has something to worry about.”

Sam runs her fingers down your cheek, “How about this Hometown. You get in bed and give me a minute for a quick shower to get some of this soap and dirt off me. Then let me see if I can come up with ways to pay off my debt.”

Not waiting for an answer Sam steps back out of your embrace, letting her fingers run down your chest, across your arm and taking you by the hand, she begins to lead you up the stairs. “Come on choirboy.” With a grin that is more devil than angel.

Though the sight of that amazingly firm and well portioned ass walking up the stairs is certainly stimulating, part of your mind goes back to how you lied to your friends and coworkers.

Getting to the top of the stairs you stop while keeping a hold of Samantha's hand, and say “I know what I want for the wager.”

“Okay, Hometown.” Sam turns to face you with a big grin on her face, “Let me guess, you can't wait and want to join me?”

“No.” Your more serious tone puzzles Sam, as her grin fades.

Opening up the hall closet you take out a large towel, “First a trade,” you reach out and offer the surprised Samantha the towel, “I want my t-shirt back.”

The puzzled surprised look on Sam's face know becomes one of confusion and concern, but she complies. Stripping off the old t-shirt she hands you the tattered garment and then wraps her torso in the towel.

“Samantha . . .” Looking seriously into your opponent's eyes, the towel helping a little bit to keep your concentration, “I can think of a million reasons why we shouldn't do this. One of them, being we have only known each other for less than a day. As I said to my colleagues, I am not into the one night stand thing, just not my style.” You pause a bit, trying to carefully frame your words and a bit puzzled yourself where you are going with this.

“You are the most sexy, vivacious, intriguing woman I have ever met. But, I will never do anything to betray the people I have promised to support and serve. I would never trade their trust for any overt dishonorable act.”

“For you, however . . .” You pause again, a bit shocked about what you're about to say, “I am willing to risk my own personal political career, for the chance that I might have found the lover and a friend I have only dreamed about.”

Taking a deep breath, thinking of all your high school friends who would be laughing at you right now for damaging the chance of having a one night stand with a woman possessing a porn star figure you continue, “If this is just a one night thing for you, or just a game, or even worse some silly ploy for political advantage, then I think we should part company.”

“I don't know why, but I don't think it is, and I sense you feel the same as I do, but I have never been known for my ability to read women, especially beautiful ones.”

“Here is what I want for the wager: I have told you what I think and what I want, now you tell me.”

Sam abruptly looks away. At first you believe you have gravely offended her. “I think you're the strangest man I have ever met.” Is all she says, her face still hid. Rubbing her eyes with her right hand Sam then straightens up and looks at you with with a tender gaze.

“John,” Sam's voice trembles a bit, “I am tired of dating corporate types, football players and lawyers who are only concerned about their careers and some trophy girlfriend to go with their image. You asked me 'what I want?' I want . . . I need . . . to feel at home.”

It's now Sam's turn to look at the floor. “I guess I should be going.”

Before Samantha can move you step forward and take her chin with your hands and gently lifting it up you kiss her.

“I thought you needed a shower?”

A big smile comes across Sam's face, like a child on Christmas morning. She gives you a little peck on the cheek and heads towards your bathroom.

Stopping for a second, Sam adds, “You know, I have never been a patient woman.” Looking back over her shoulder, her devilish grin returns,

“Hometown, aren't you . . .” and with a very suggestive pause adds “. . . coming?”

Giving a slight courteous bow, with one hand on your waist, the other gestures towards your bathroom. “Ladies first.”

Sam turns and walks towards the shower her hips swaying, “I certainly hope so.”