Take the Girl, Leave the Cannoli

Samantha was beginning to regret her third glass of wine.

She had asked Robert out to dinner because she figured she might as well get to know him since her life was now bound to his. It was a dizzying idea that she was trying not to put too much thought into. She had trouble enough as a writer committing to a plot point, now she was enchained to some stranger? For Samantha, dating had always just been a way to find someone that could provide her with a good time for a while. She hadn't been looking for the “Right One” yet, and she had always been open about that with the people she had hooked up with. But somehow the fact that the decision had been made for her was strangely freeing. No more dating, no more questions about “settling down,” all that had been decided for her. She just hoped Robert wasn't a monster.

Dinner with him was going even better then she hoped. From the minute they first met she thought that Robert didn't look half bad. His countenance looked young for his thirty years, and combined with his clean shaven face, and side-parted brown hair it gave him some boyish good looks. But to discover that he was also a sci-fi/fantasy fan? Samantha was almost confident they would have hit it off in the real world if their paths had crossed.

Which is why she was regretting her third glass of wine. It put her just over the edge of “feeling loose and fun” into “slightly ****” and she could tell she was missing things now.

“Sorry, wha'wuz that?” She asked Robert, trying to keep her voice steady.

Robert smiled. It was a soft, gentle smile she couldn't help but admire.

“You're a screenwriter, right? What have you written for?”

She couldn't stop the grimace that crossed her face.

“Well, nothing yet...” She had to suppress a small hiccup before continuing. “I've got a script that's being shopped around, but I don't have any actual writing credits to my name thus far...”

She could feel her face burning and she wasn't sure if it was the wine or the shame. The litany of doubts from her abuela ran through her head: You're going to major in Creative Writing? Shouldn't you get a degree in something useful? Are you making any money as a writer yet? When will you get a real job?

Instead, Robert simply fixed her with his gentle smile.

“Hey, it's a hard field to break into. What's your screenplay about?”

“It's, uh... it's an original fantasy story. It's about two star-crossed lovers that are both in the Chosen One's party, and where their love fits in around helping him fulfill his destiny...”

Samantha braced herself. This was when people usually laughed or cringed or occasionally both. But to her surprise Robert simply nodded thoughtfully.

“That sounds interesting. I'd read it.”

She couldn't help but beam.

“Thanks! You're the only one besides Thomas that thinks it's worth any-”

She froze. She hadn't intended to invoke his name. A sudden thought filled her with dread.

Does Robert know about me and Thomas?

Some men liked to brag about their sexual conquests. What if Thomas was one of those? What if Robert had caught wind of their little trysts? Would he tell Bailey?

“Hey, it's ok. I understand,” Robert was saying with a concerned look.

Her eyes flashed with panic as they found his.

“You-you do?”

“Yeah. Thomas is your agent. I don't want you to think I'm trying to poach you if you're happy with his service.”

Samantha wasn't sure if she wanted to laugh or scream. She settled for a sigh of relief. She mentally kicked herself for that slip-up. She must be tipsier then she thought.

“Thanks, Robert,” she managed to summon a half-drunk, loopy grin.

“Don't mention it. I would like to read your script though, if you have a copy handy.”

He had to talk her out of getting dessert. Robert claimed he was already full and his half-eaten dinner lent credence to his assertion. As the waiter came by to clear the dishes, they made a wonderful discovery; dates with the Master were on the house, so Samantha wouldn't need to spend any BP.

As they stood to leave, Samantha felt the **** really hit her. She stumbled slightly, only to find Robert gently catching her by the arm.

“You alright there?”

She looked up into his warm, gentle face.

“I'm fine. Just...just a little too much wine.”

He smiled down at her and Samantha couldn't help but giggle. He made her hold onto his arm despite her protest that she “wasn't that drunk.”

They stepped outside the restaurant into the warm, evening air. They had had an earlier dinner and the sun had not quite begun its slow descent to the horizon. Samantha held onto Robert's arm as they walked back to the hotel. He didn't feel very muscular through his casual button-down shirt, but his support still felt sure and steady. The wine was affecting her more then she cared to admit and her mind felt fuzzy. She was glad she had opted for comfortable flats instead of heels.

As they walked Samantha's thoughts drifted to their eventual destination, the Master's Suite. Per the show rules she was required to spend the night in the suite in the same bed as Robert. Considering the evening she had just experienced she didn't think that rule was necessary to ensure her compliance. Still, she hadn't put much thought into just how far she wanted to go tonight. She was no stranger to one-night stands, but that felt like the wrong move. They had only had one dinner together, but Robert felt like someone she could genuinely like, even if she had been **** into his weird sex harem. Maybe just a make-out session and see where that lead? Lost in thought, she managed to trip over the curb in front of the hotel.

“Not that drunk, huh?” Robert chuckled.

“Shut up,” she stuck her tongue out at him.

They made it into the hotel elevator without further incident. She was nearly hanging off his arm now, pressed closely to his side. She found herself gazing up at his face. He really is pretty cute.

“Uhhhh, Samantha?” He looked down and met her gaze.

“Hmm?”

“We're at our floor...”

“Oh!”

She let him lead her by the hand out of the elevator. Robert noticeably stiffened outside the Master's Suite before he slowly opened the door revealing a display case of replica movie props.

“Oh thank goodness,” Robert said, visibly relaxing.

“What's wrong?” Samantha asked, her mind hazy.

“Sorry, there was a picture of...never mind...Ava decorated the suite for me.”

Samantha knitted her brow.

“That seems strangely nice of her.”

Robert shrugged and helped her into the suite. She was hanging off his arm again. Her eyes went wide and she gasped as she got her first good look of his accommodations.

“You get all of this to yourself?”

“Yeah...” Robert replied rather sheepishly.

Samantha released Robert's arm, and awkwardly staggered into the next room. Robert followed her as she excitedly explored the suite.

“This is so cool!” she squealed as she discovered the bathroom and it's massive jet tub. “Have you used it yet?”

“No, not yet.”

“Robert.” She declared with sudden solemnity, turning towards him and staring him down.

“Y-yes?”

“I'm a little drunk.” she stage whispered.

Giggling, Samantha twirled back to the bedroom and nearly fell. Robert went to catch her, but she stopped him with an outstretched hand as she managed to steady herself. She kicked her shoes off before falling back onto the king-sized bed. She stretched out on the bed, arms over her head, grinning at Robert. He was smiling, but seemed hesitant to join her.

“C'mon shilly,” she slurred, patting the bed next to her. He made his way around to the side of the bed before gingerly sitting down on the edge of it. She frowned. Why was he so far away? Samantha rolled onto her side, and squirmed her way over to Robert until she was nearly pressed up against him.

She looked up at him, idly twirling her hair in her fingers. The wine was making her drowsy and all her ideas of how the evening should play out were slipping away. She slid her other hand into Robert's. His fingers gently closed around hers. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

******

Chloe wasn't sure how long she had been fingering herself.

After parting ways with Robin and Sarah after lunch, she had slipped back up to her room to “rest for a bit.” What she actually needed was relief. Unfortunately her afternoon pleasure session was no more successful then her morning one, and she found herself stewing in frustration again. A walk around the hotel, a long, cold shower, and thinking of the most unsexy things she could imagine were no help. She emerged from her shower even more aroused then when she started. She'd never felt this horny before. Her pussy felt like it was literally quivering with need, and she could barely take a step without whimpering slightly. She was running out of options. There was nothing in the hotel room to distract her, and she certainly didn't want to leave the room in the state she was in.

Not knowing what else to to, she decided to try again. Hair slightly damp, and still naked from the shower, she climbed onto the bed. The silk sheets were cool against her skin, but it seemed to only highlight the heat between her legs. One hand drifted down between her legs and found her clit. She was already sopping wet, even after just stepping out of the shower. She was trying to take it slow, like she usually did, but her body was screaming for release. It didn't take long before she was desperately working herself. Her other hand found it's way up to her small, pert breasts. She took one of her plump nipples between her forefinger and thumb and begin to roll it.

She was close. She was very very close, but she just couldn't seem to get there. Chloe closed her eyes and moaned as her two fingers released her button and slid into her tight slit. She rapidly thrust them in and out of herself, driven by a desperation she didn't know she was capable of. Her climax seemed just within reach, she just needed to do a little more...

Her relief was still not forthcoming, but she was too driven by need to stop now. As her fingers continued their ****, strange unbidden images begin to come to her mind. She found herself imaging one of the other women fingering her while she pleasured them in return. Bailey, fiercely holding Chloe down while working her. Samantha, her curvy tits pressed against Chloe's chest as her fingers teased her. Robin, calling her name while bringing her to the brink...

Chloe...

Chloe...

“CHLOE WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Chole's eyes flew open to discover the real Robin standing there in shock at having found her roommate red-faced and naked, drenched with sweat. Despite her flushed state, her body somehow managed to find a way to blush more. Her one hand abandoned her nipple, but she couldn't seem to tear her other hand away from her dripping need.

“I get we all have needs, but I had to call you three times! Jesus! Could you at least stop for a minute?!” Robin was steadfastly staring at the ceiling.

“No...I...I can't!” Chloe managed to get out between pants. “It's...I think...SAMPLER!” she squealed.

“Oh fuck, your transformation? I guess you haven't performed the act yet. Do you know what it was?”

Chloe was about to say she didn't, when the mental images returned. Cassandra, tenderly circling her clit. Sarah, a smug grin on her face as she made Chloe wait for it. It finally dawned on her.

“Yesterday...you...you said 'fingering each other...'” Chloe had managed to slow down her ministrations. It made talking easier, but she still felt on the verge of an explosion.

“SHIT. I'm so sorry Chloe, I didn't even think about it. I'll try to be more-”

“JuSt...get over here...and HELP.” the petite blonde girl said between moans. She was beginning to feel raw.

Robin yanked her shoes off and slid into bed next to Chloe.

“Sorry. Normally I'd buy you dinner first.”

Chloe choked back a frustrated scream. She grabbed Robin's hand and pulled it down towards her aching pussy. Chloe was vaguely aware of Robin sighing slightly, before she gently pushed her fingers into her sex.

Chloe moaned deeply. Robin was starting slow, but she seemed to be catching on that she wasn't working from scratch. Chloe squirmed under Robin's hand, as she felt herself climb back up to the precipice. However, something was still missing.

“Robin...”

“Y-yes?” It was the first time in their short acquaintance that Chloe had ever heard Robin sound unsure.

“I...I have...to finger you too.” Chloe gasped slightly as Robin curled her finger inside her. “Otherwise...this isn't going to work.”

“Shit. I was afraid of that. Ok, give me a second.”

Chloe groaned needily as Robin pulled her hand away to take off her own pants and underwear. She gasped as her petite thigh came in contact with Robin's own leg, now naked, and she felt her roommate's hand return.

“Just...start slow, OK?” Robin asked. “I'm not as worked up as you...”

Chloe had to squirm down in the bed to find the taller girl's own sex. She felt her fingers brush against some curly pubic hair, before finally finding their target. As soon as Chloe's fingers gently pushed Robin's lips apart the change in sensation was instantaneous. She wasn't any less aroused, but she no longer felt like a raw nerve. Robin gasped as Chloe discovered her clit. At first the two girls just lay on their backs, slowly working one another, but Chloe could feel her fire quickly returning. She rolled onto her side, as she gently pushed her hips back against Robin's fingers. She could feel Robin's own sex grow moist under her touch and heard her breathing become quick and ragged. At some point, their legs intertwined.

Chloe was once again growing close. As she neared the edge, she was gripped with fear that it would somehow still be just out of reach, but then...

“Chloe!”

Robin gasped out her name, and everything exploded. The orgasm rocked her body like no other had before and her vision burst into a shower of white stars. Chloe threw her head back in a sensual scream while simultaneously wrapping an arm around Robin and pulling her body up close against her roommate's. Robin was moaning and shuddering into Chloe's shoulder as she experienced her own orgasm.

Chloe held closely onto Robin as her body continued to quiver from the occasional aftershock. Robin had yet to remove her hand from her nethers, and with each shudder Chloe cooed as her pussy clenched around the goth girl's fingers. Finally, with a wet sliding noise, Robin pulled her fingers free. Chloe lay there, her body pressed tightly against Robin's as her head swam. She was vaguely aware of Robin reaching around, and gingerly wrapping an arm around her. Chloe melted into the embrace, fading fast.

“Robin?” she murmured.

“Yeah?”

“Thank you...”

“No problem, Blondie.” But Chloe was already asleep.