It Finally Happens

Sam and I continue to walk awkward and directionless through the fair, no idea where we’re going. At least, I have no idea. All I know is that our hands are interlocked as we walk, and I will not let go. Not yet at least. We probably look like the most anxious couple in existence. Our faces still being flushed red as tomatoes not helping that point. Well… I think her face is as red as mine. I haven’t actually looked at her since we left the Ferris wheel, too afraid of breaking the spell. I’m being silly, I know. We just had our faces locked together like pro wrestlers strictly fighting with their tongues and now I can’t even look at her? Get it together man! You’re better than this! Nobody likes a coward! Now find your courage! Steel your resolve! And stealthily glance at her from the corner of your eye oh god she’s doing the same thing! Abort! Abort! Keep looking forward! You’re not an awkward coward! You’re stoic and cool! The mysterious protagonist that all the ladies swoon for! … Yeah!… Totally…

I’ll squeeze her hand a little harder just in case. Oh hey, she squeezed back. That’s a good sign. I’ll squeeze again. She returns the squeeze once more. Time to up my game, I squeeze three times in rapid succession. She returns one longer, more powerful squeeze. Confused for a moment, I go off a hunch and squeeze again, but only once. She returns it going back to the pattern from before until she squeezes my hand three quick times. I follow her example and squeeze once, holding it for a second or two longer just as she did. Realization pops into my mind and I ask,

“Did we just do the Oompa Loompa song via hand squeezes?”

“That’s where it’s from! I knew I recognized it!” Sam responds excitedly, seeming relieved to have some form of conversation started again. Can’t say I don’t feel the same.

“I didn’t even realize that’s what we were doing.” I say through some chuckles.

“Dude same! That’s hilarious. Which was better? The original or the remake?” She asks.

“Oh the original hands down. The remake was fun, and the songs were catchy. But you can’t beat Gene Wilder.” I answer.

“Yeah! The Charlie in the remake just felt kind of fake. Like, he was too altruistic to be a real person let alone a child.” Sam remarks.

We continue back and forth about the qualities of both movies for a bit, eventually going off on a tangent about Johnny Depp which moves us into other movies. We begin sharing our favorites (mine being The Great Race from 1965, hers the Astro Boy movie with Nick Cage. Fun poking was had by both sides), shows, genres, etc. Our hands still clasping the others with fingers interlaced as we wander throughout the fair with no real destination.

I fill stretches of the conversation by going on awkward, meandering rambles from time to time, which I would feel more self-conscious about if Sam didn’t get so much enjoyment from them. Not in a cruel, laugh at him, sort of way. It’s more like my awkwardness has a direct line to her funny bone as she giggles when my opposite of suave nature does its thing. I may have leaned into it a little more after discovering that.

Sam, for her part, occasionally has bouts of passion when we get to a certain topic she enjoys or cares about that I personally find endearing. She’s willing and able to speak her mind. I’ve always gotten the impression of what some might call stubbornness, but I’d call it headstrong. Like how she made me keep my word to go running with her. I’m finding that trait extends to other areas of her as well. She’s not someone that willingly changes or masks who she is to fit in or get along better with others. Maintaining the mentality of “this is who I am, take it or leave it” no matter the consequences. Which I respect.

We talk and talk and talk and talk. The ambiance of the lively fair surrounding us as the conversation evolves and flows past favorite media and branches off into other topics. Work stories, fun family moments, hobbies both abandoned and stuck with, favorite foods and restaurants, even a near **** experience.

“Break dancing in the middle of the street?” Sam asks incredulously. The spoonful of double chocolate chip mint ice cream stopping halfway to her mouth as she looks at me askance.

“That’s how my friend described it yes.” I respond before taking a bite of my own cookie dough ice cream. We had eventually gotten peckish again after all the walking and opted for a snack. The decision being made for us after we found the ice cream stand.

“And why, pray tell, were you doing such a thing in the middle of the street? You weren’t drunk were you?” Sam questions in the same way a mother asks her child why they just did something that was obviously not OSHA approved.

“I swear on my life, not a drop of **** had touched these lips prior to the incident in question your honor.” I respond, lifting my spoon up as if swearing an oath in a court room, “Honestly though, it was closer to stumbling into oncoming traffic as opposed to dancing.”

“That does not make it better!” Sam says with exasperation.

“Would it help if I said it happened in Florida?” I ask, failing to keep a straight face.

“Yes! It does! But I still require an explanation!” Sam says, consoling herself with another spoonful of her frozen treat.

“Alright! Alright! A friend of mine has family there, so we managed to convince them to house us for spring break a few years back. We went bowling with his cousin almost every night. One night, we plan to do the same except his cousin was working. So, my friend and I were waiting in the parking lot of his cousin’s work for him to get off. While we’re waiting, we decide to cross the street to the gas station to get some drinks.”

“You said you hadn’t had any ****!” Sam accuses, pointing her own spoon at me.

“Prior to the incident! I said nothing about after!” I quickly explain to avoid her spoony wrath. Sam looks at me with suspicion but motions for me to continue. “It’s a four-lane road, two going one way, two going the other with a median separating them and no crosswalk close by. So, we wait for traffic to stop on our side before we run across.”

“Gasp!” Sam exclaims with dramatic flair, “You… Jaywalked!? You didn’t tell me you were a bad boy! My mom’s going to be so disappointed in me.”

“I thought bad boys got all the girls?” I ask, waggling my eyebrows for emphasis. Which makes her gag. I take it as a moral victory.

“Anyways, so we run across to the median and I do a little running jump onto it. The only problem was, I land assuming the median was flat. It was not. So I don’t stick the landing and instead twist my ankle as my momentum carries me into the next two lanes right as the traffic resumes on that side.” I continue.

“Did you die? You certainly didn’t win against a car with your lankiness.” Sam asks in a joking manner but with a subtle tinge of worry flavoring her words.

“Ah ha! You mock the Waluigi build! But it is that very thing that saved me that night! You see, because of the obviously superior length of my legs, I didn’t actually fall to the ground until I straddled the white dotted line. The two oncoming cars drove right passed without even touching me. The next two had enough time to stop. So I got up, and finished crossing. I went on to bowl a really good game.” I finish

“Ah, good. That’s the part I was worried about.” Sam says dryly.

“Really? That’s surprising. I thought the part where I nearly got turned into pavement lotion would be the most worrisome.” I say with a front of confusion. Sam just glares at me through slitted eyes. So, I give her a cheeky grin and waggle my eyebrows again, she lets out a groan and we both chuckle.

After ice cream, we continue wandering aimlessly. No longer hand in hand, but arm in arm as they are wrapped around each other with her head resting on my shoulder. It took us a few steps to get our strides in sync with the length difference, but we got there. A silence hovering over us, drowning out the still rambunctious noises of the fair. Not one of awkward uncertainty as before, but of comfortable contentment. The sun far past its peak, beginning its descent, without even thinking about it or confirming with the other, the two of us start walking home. Locked together the entire way. The walk back is peaceful, tranquil even. Neither of us saying a word yet communicating the world to each other. A song of silent bliss as we never let go of the other.

All good things must come to an end however, as we find ourselves in front of her apartment door.

“I had a really great time today.” Sam says without breaking away from me.

“Me too.” I respond.

“Would you…” Sam starts, hesitating a moment before continuing, “Like to come in for some coffee?”

“I’m not much of a coffee drinker” I say without thinking.

“That’s ok, we won’t be drinking coffee anyway.” She responds, a sly grin creeping onto her face.

“We won’t? Then why did you…” The sentence dying as I look at her and my brain finally kicks in. My eyes widen with realization to her insinuation. Which makes her grin grow.

“I- you… I mean… I-uhh… Yes?”

Nailed it.

Sam rolls her eyes and says, “Come on in, Casanova.” Before opening her door and striding inside. I stand there shell shocked for only a couple moments before my limbs jolt into action, carrying me forward and closing the door behind me. Sam already dropped her bags of swag, kicked off her shoes, and sauntered seductively into her bedroom. Pausing in the doorway to give me a come-hither look, swishing her hair, and stepping inside. I gulp once in manly fashion before setting my own bags down and slowly approach the room in question. I look inside and see her with her back to me standing in front of her bed. Confidently, without even looking back, she unhooks the shoulder straps of her dress and lets it drop to the floor. Giving me the greatest view of her naked backside, minus her bra strap, I’ve had yet. Because this one is entirely intentional on her part. Except for maybe the lack of panties. I don’t think she can realize that she lost them. She slowly begins moving again, swaying her hips as she crawls onto her bed, displaying her nakedness just for me. She makes it to the head of her bed and turns around, sitting down, arms draping across the headboard and raising a knee for strategic cover, looking like a queen on her throne. The confident move slightly contrasted by her flushed and embarrassed face looking back at me.

“That was… Without a doubt… The hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” I say, my eyes still wide and jaw hanging loosely.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” she says in a quiet voice, apparently still a bit embarrassed.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to match it.” I say, trying to settle both of our nerves.

“I dare you to try.” she says, latching onto the familiarity of her competitiveness.

The things we do… I don’t know where it’s coming from, my own competitive spirit or the high level of horny I currently am, but I feel a surge of confidence fill me. Bolster me. Demand action from me. I shrug, figuring it’s only fair. I have everything to gain and only my pride to lose, which I didn’t have much of to begin with, so I say, “Just remember, you asked for this.”

Mustering my newfound confidence, I take a large step into the room and slide my other foot across the floor, looking to the ground and tapping to an unheard beat. I play with the hem of my shirt for a moment before I do a spin, ending with my back to her as I whip my hips to one side. Like a smooth criminal. I turn my head, so my profile faces Sam, seeing her holding back a chortle, and grin as I pull my shirt up and off. Twirling it in the air once I do so. Apparently, I’m more comfortable playing the fool on purpose than I am actively trying to avoid it. I wonder what that says about me? No matter though, I’m a little busy for self-reflection at the moment. I let my shirt fly off my finger and turn to face Sam once more. My hands outstretched and foot still tapping. She’s actively trying not to laugh at this point, which I take as encouragement somehow. I’m really going to have to do some self-evaluation on this later. I then bring my hands to my belt. Whipping my hips left and right some more, I unclasp the buckle and everything else keeping my pants up. Lord knows my lanky physique sure ain’t helping in that pursuit. The garment drops to the floor with a metallic thud as the buckle impacts, revealing my boxer shorts and ungodly pale legs to Sam. I do another spin but hit a snag. Literally. I had yet to remove my shoes, so my pants got caught, which causes my spin to turn into a tumble as I fall to the floor with the rest of my clothing. Sam proves incapable of holding back after that and bursts out laughing.

“That was planned!” I yell as I shoot my hand into the air and point to the ceiling, the only part of me she can see from her vantage point. I quickly get my limbs in order again and kick off my shoes and pants as her laughter dies down. I pick myself back up and shoot two finger guns at Sam, an exaggerated grin on my face.

“How’d I do?” I ask.

“That was-snrk, the best strip dance I’ve ever seen.” Sam says, still stifling some chuckles.

“An expert on this subject, are ya?”

“Hey! I could be a bonafide connoisseur! You don’t know!”

“I can see it now, Sam Keys: Cardio Queen and strip dance critic extraordinaire!”

“Damn straight! Now get your butt over here.”

“You don’t gotta tell me twice.” I say as I hop onto the bed next to her. The moment I do, she wraps her arms around me, pulling me into another embrace of kisses. I return the sentiment, rubbing my hands along her back as I do so. A fire of desire burning within me, guiding my actions through instinct, drowning out the voice of uncertainty that always seems so present. Nothing else matters right now, in this moment, there is nothing but me, Sam, and passion.

My hands eventually reach the clasp for her last vestige of modesty, I hesitate a moment, and she leans further into me, giving her approval. I waste no more time and undo the clasp, thankfully not struggling to do so. I don’t have much experience with this particular mechanism, but I have always been good with my hands. It's a strapless design, so it comes free without any additional fuss. I toss it to the side without much thought and reach for the treasures it contained with just as much fervor. A moan escapes her lips as I make contact and begin kneading her beautiful breasts, occasionally pulling back to play with a nipple directly. Randomly switching between pinches and fondling. Her continued moans and gasps telling me I’m on the right path. She is not staying idle however, her hands reach my boxers and slowly pull them down. They get caught a few times on the way, but Sam will not be denied, the last vestige of my own modesty flies across the room only a few moments later.

A soft, tentative hand reaches for the rock hard, straining proof of my arousal. Grasping it gently at first, then slowly stroking it. I hear a pleasantly surprised noise come from her after she feels my full length, which is the biggest confidence booster I have ever had. I moan at the attention and decide to match her game, reaching one hand down to her love tunnel. Using the main sexual skill my last relationship helped develop, I begin rubbing her already moist clit. Starting off slow and sensual, just as she is with me, applying more speed and pressure with every passing second. I eventually hit a threshold, her pleasure spikes and causes her to fully grab my member and begin stroking it with fervor. Spreading the quickly increasing amount of my pre-cum throughout her hand, just as I am with her own fluids.

Without fully knowing if the time is right but going for it anyway, I plunge my middle finger into her and wriggle it about in search of her most sensitive areas. She exclaims with a gasp of pleasure, breaking away from our continued face smashing and throwing her head back. Her breasts shoot forward from the movement, I take the opportunity to lock my mouth onto her currently unmolested nipple and begin sucking with the same enthusiasm I had with Melina. I taste the slight signs of sweat from our adventures of the day on her, along with her own intoxicating aroma. No milk pours forth, which is not surprising but a part of me can’t help but be a little disappointed. This does nothing to stop or impede my actions though. Sam lets out a louder, more guttural moan as her pleasure continues to mount.

My hand continues as if possessed, shoving my ring finger inside to join the first with its continued quick, jerky rhythm. A fast-paced wet squelching accompanies my efforts. Sam's concentration breaks as her own menstruations on me become erratic. Never painful, thankfully, but her attention is clearly too preoccupied to make any real progress on me. Not that I’m complaining, right now, it’s all about her. I want-no. Need, her to know what I am capable of.

I increase the tempo even more while I make her nipples the playthings of my hand and tongue. Her breathing increases as well and she stops even trying to hold back her multitude of pleasure-induced noises. Her free hand grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her tit with all the **** her trained and powerful body can muster. Nearly suffocating me in her boob flesh, which is probably in the top three best ways to die.

Another load moan escapes her lips, longer, more primal this time as a splash of fluids squirts out from her. Giving away her climax. I can’t help but feel proud of myself, even as I slowly run out of air. Her grip on my skull loosens and I look up to find her eyes. Her face is flushed, her mouth hangs open as she pants, and her eyes are half lidded. But she meets my gaze, and I see nothing but bliss.

“Wow.” She gets out through ragged breaths.

“I did ok, did I?” I ask with a cheeky grin.

“Don’t think you’re done yet, mister. It’s my turn.” She says, her second wind coming in full **** as she grabs my shoulders and practically throws me flat on the bed. Positioning herself with her face in-between my legs. A sinister smile on full display as she eyes my slab of meat like a… slab of meat… I don’t know how I feel about that metaphor in this context… Sam then leans forward, extending her tongue out until the warm and wet appendage makes contact with me. Moving immediately into licking my entire length, coating my shaft in a thin layer of saliva. I can do nothing but watch with rapt attention and revel in the sensations I’m feeling. This particular experience completely new to me as my ex made it abundantly clear she would never do this. I didn’t think much of it at the time, never having a much fascination with oral sex, but boy am I finding out what I was missing.

Once satisfied with her thoroughness, she opens her mouth wide as she moves to the tip. Closing her eyes as she engulfs it, clamping her lips closed and swirling her tongue around my bell end. I let out an involuntary moan as the warm, sliminess sends electric tingles all the way up my spine. I feel her mouth twitch into a slight grin at my pleasure as she slowly, excruciatingly so, lowers her head down. She begins sucking, licking, rotating her head, quickly raising to the tip before lowering back down to her previous depth, humming to herself and sending subtle vibrations rattling through my solid yet sensitive appendage, every trick she can come up with. All while still slowly lowering further and further. After a time that felt somewhere between two minutes and 30 years, she finally reaches my base. A choked hum of victory coming from her for taking my entire length. I moan in chorus with her, unable to hold back from the pleasure she’s giving me. She then shifts gears. Raising up with a jolt before plunging back down, repeating the motion over and over. My brain short circuits from the sudden shift, my hands grip the sheets like a vice without me telling them to, my abs tense, and I’m left muttering incoherent garbles and moans as she rocks me with her oral skills.

I can’t believe I have held out this long. The level of pleasure cascading through me is enough to make me numb, but I still feel in total control of my own release. I could explode right now if I wanted, but I can also hold on without any effort. Before I can regain any sort of cognitive function to start processing this, Sam releases me with an audible pop, eliciting a sad groan from me. Undeterred, she beams a great smile and says,

“Don’t quit on me yet, we are far from done!” and mounts me as if she were going round two with El Toro Loco. My slickened rod pointing straight up in line with her cave of wonders. Our eyes meet again, an unspoken request passing between us, followed immediately by consensus. Without looking away, she lowers herself onto me, plunging me deeper and deeper into her until I’m fully engulfed. More moans escape us both as our warmth spreads to the other. Sending shivers of excitement and pleasure through my spine as my mind melts from the experience.

Before I can even think about it, I quickly sit up and grab Sam into a powerful hug. She returns it just as quickly; we hold and bask in the others embrace for what feels like forever and not long enough. She leans forward, shifting her weight to push me onto my back once more before sitting up and whipping her hair out of her face. A smile and a flush adorning her as she begins to move her hips. If the blowjob was a gentle boat ride down a river of pleasure, this is the white-water rapids of the same sensation. My arms shoot out to grab onto her sides in an instinctual pursuit to hold on to the roller coaster. Instead of simply bracing me, my currently animalistic passion uses them to help guide her rhythm to match me as my own hips start thrusting up and down. Our breathing increases and becomes more ragged, provocative moans and the occasional cuss word escape Sam's lips as guttural growls emanate from mine, our muscles tense and strain as we rut into each other like wild beasts in heat. All thoughts between us being drowned out by pure and powerful need for the other.

A new sense enters my perception. One that is intertwined with control. I feel access to a… A button, for lack of a better term, connected to Sam. One that promises an explosive finish. Despite the electric pleasure coursing through my body, I still don’t feel any closer or further away from exploding myself. I can let loose at any moment or hold it in as long as I want with no effort. I pick up my pace, my straining muscles easily answering the demand even with a small voice in the back of my mind saying that they shouldn’t be able to. Sam's cries become louder as we both build towards our combined crescendo. I decide now is the time and push the metaphorical button. A grunting scream escapes us both as we explode into each other. I fire shot after shot of hot, sticky fluid into Sam as her own fluids squirt out over me. Once the euphoric dust settles, she collapses on top of me, completely spent. I wrap my arms around her once again as we lie there motionless, basking in the afterglow of pure bliss.

My eyes close as I lose myself to the feeling, barely registering the muffled “ding!” coming from my forgotten pants pocket as I drift off.