Another weekend. Paul had texted on Thursday, suggesting they get together again. No surprise, of course, but Sam liked the idea and had replied with an affirmative smilie. Paul picked her up Saturday morning, and they drove for a few minutes. Paul didn’t tell her where they were going, and Samantha didn’t ask.
A few minutes on major thoroughfares, into a neighborhood Sam recognized vaguely, a few more minutes on twisting circular roads with identical-looking cheaply built suburban homes with too many dormers looking out onto well-kept lawns without enough trees, and then a driveway, and the engine stopped.
They got out, Samantha two paces behind Paul. He rang the doorbell, and a moment later the door opened. Sam recognized the young man. Tim? I think he’s Tim.
Tim was a little pudgy, not much, a bit sloppy in his dress. Sam remembered him as one of the “loser” seniors, too fond of video games and not comfortable in his own skin. Tim had been teased a lot, bullied a little. She did not recall him as one of Paul’s friends, but Paul got along with everyone. Even the losers.
“Tim’s got the house to himself this weekend.”
as they stepped inside. Ahhhh. I see.
“Tim, do you remember Samantha?”
Tim nodded, nervous, a little upset. He had not been expecting Paul to bring a girl, although he had obviously been expecting Paul.
“I. I thought we were going to play Warcraft?”
“We are, Tim, we are. Among other things. Come on over, you can touch her.”
Tim stepped forward, puzzled.
“It’s OK, she’s into it. Just, you know, put your hands on her. However you like.”
Tim touched her left breast, hesitant, trembling. Sam stood still, obedient, and let him stroke her, and then squeeze. Then the other one. Both hands.
“Unzip your jeans, Sam.”
She did. Tim’s breath came in a sudden gasping intake, and he hesitantly slid one hand down her belly, looking at Paul, looking at her. Nobody stopped him as he dipped his hand into her jeans, inside her panties. Tim had clearly never touched a girl like this.
His clumsy fingers found her cunt, painfully groping. He moaned a little as he felt her moisture. Samantha remained still, willing, a slow warmth of pleasure coming over her. Tim’s needs were obvious, she felt his painful lust in hot waves, and she knew that she would serve those needs, and then Paul, and it would be good.
After a few clumsy minutes that seemed to stretch on and on, Paul murmured quietly
“Why don’t you suck Tim’s cock, Sam.”
Tim rocked, Samantha thought he might faint. She gently pulled his frozen hand from her crotch, the faint scent of pussy on his fingertips, and knelt. In a moment, Tim’s throbbing cock was free, and she gently released him into her mouth. It only took a moment, really.
Tim looked miserable until Samantha stood back up and caught his eye. A slight smile on her lips let him know that there was more where that came from. Tim was going to have more chances to last longer and to explore her. In the end, of course, it would be up to Paul, but Samantha knew perfectly well what his intentions were, and they suited her perfectly.