A little blue pill was in my future for sure. Somewhere between total mental and physical exhaustion rested an impending panic attack. Sleep would be out of the question.

“Josh is spending the night. Can you go somewhere else to sleep?” My roomie made more of a statement than a request.

“No… I want him the fuck out of here by ten!” I exploded. “He is NOT sleeping in my room tonight!”

A blue pill and a drink…maybe…as if…?

“But I invited him.” She whined in a nasally tone of voice.

“No fucking way…! If he’s not out of here by ten, I will go straight to the R.A. I’m sick and tired of your bullshit. If you want to fuck his brains out…go to his room. Go to the field. In fact…I don’t really give a rat’s ass where you go! You’re just not doing it here!”

Two drinks…and a little blue pill…!

They all were stunned. Good…! I was known as the meek one but I think I ended all that. They all kind of sat back and gawked at me as I turned and went into my bedroom. Slamming the door, I threw my book bag down and threw myself onto my bed. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. It opened slowly and one of the other girls poked her head in.

“Are you alright? You kind of look like shit.” She said as she slipped in.

“I’m just wonderful.” Dripping sarcasm…! No…torrential sarcasm…!

Closing my eyes, I would have wept if I had any tears left. She sat on the edge of my bed and grasped my hand.

“It’s either a wicked period or boy problems.” She smiled softly. “At least it is with me. Guys are as fucked up as a wicked period.”

Not knowing what really to say, I told her the truth…sort of. A bad habit of mine…

“It’s a girl.” I said weakly. “And I don’t think it’s going to work out.”

This didn’t seem to faze her one bit.

“Yeah…” She sighed. “My roomie’s has those problems to. Too much drama with girls…”

“Yeah…”

Like…no shit Sherlock…even if the drama was mostly mine…

“Listen…” She leaned over to gaze at me. “Why don’t you come over to our room for a few minutes? I have this amazing dark chocolate and a bottle of killer Mezcal. Anyway…your slutty roomie wants to get a few things and she’s scared shitless to come in here.” She giggled. “By the way… I’m Jeanie and my roomie’s Pat.”

The dark chocolate sounded good; especially since I hadn’t really eaten since breakfast. I never had Mezcal but I figured now was as good a time as any.

“Yeah…” I smiled weakly. “Anything to get that bitch out of here tonight...”

“Yeah… We’re kind of sick of her as well. Just don’t let it get out we have a bottle in the room. And…” Her face brightened. “We have a little killer weed if you need something extra.”

“No thanks…” I said with a grin. “But I’m cool with it. That slut is the only thing on my R.A. list.”

Getting up and out of bed was a chore. I suddenly realized that I was hungry as well. But I wasn’t going to stop in the main room to get my cheese and crackers as long as my roomie and her human dildo were still around. When we entered the other bedroom, her roomie was sitting on the bed smiling wickedly.

“That was so fucking epic!” Her roomie said. “We never really had a chance to meet. You’re never around. I’m Pat.”

“And I’m Jeanie by the way.” She giggled. “Okay… Let the debauchery begin!”

“Ummm… I have some cheese and crackers in the fridge and I haven’t eaten since breakfast. But I don’t want to go out there whilst the slut and her dildo are still around.” I giggled.

“Wow…” Pat said excitedly. “That’s an excellent way to describe them.” She laughed. “I’ll get the munchables."

“Have a seat…anywhere.”

Jeanie motioned around the room as she pulled a bottle of pale yellowish colored liquid out of her closet. Breaking the seal, she unscrewed the cap and took a swig of the stuff.

“We’re casual around here. If that’s okay with you...”

Jeanie grinned and handed the bottle to me. Taking the bottle, I smiled and sniffed it. The aroma wasn’t all that inviting…to say the least. I hoisted the bottle and took a sip. As I lowered it, I noticed something kind of floating toward the bottom. Jeanie snickered.

“It’s the worm.”

“Wait...! What...???” My eyes went wide as the liquor burned its way down my throat.

“Yeah… This is the real thing. I got this in Playa Del Carmen on my way to Cozumel. I guess it’s some kind of custom to dump a worm in it. It’s actually a moth larva. I have to fight Pat for the honors usually.” Jeannie snickered.

“Wait… What…?”

“Well…?” Jeanie smiled slyly. “You eat it and the world truly becomes your playground. And you don't even need to move!” She giggled.

Pat returned with a tray full of stuff.

“You can have what’s left of the Thai food. It’s pad Thai with shrimp.” She grinned. “And here’s your cheese and crackers. I also brought some guacamole with chips and a bottle of water. It’s good to take a hit of water after each hit of the mezcal.”

Pat sat on her bed and took the bottle. I was so hungry that I quickly devoured the Thai food and then began to work on the cheese and crackers.

“And you are…?” Jeanie grinned at me.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I’m Emma…Emmie.” I smiled sheepishly.

“Okay…” Jeanie looked at Pat. “Emmie has girl problems.”

“Oh…” Pat grinned. “Drink plenty of water, green tea, and put hot compresses here.” She patted her lower tummy.

“Not that kind of girl problems you derp…!” Jeanie rolled her eyes and snickered. “Your kind of girl problems…”

“Ohhh… Those kinds of girl problems…” Pat snickered. “Too much drama…” She grinned at me. “Hang in there. You both will eventually sync up and you’ll only have drama three or four days a month.”

“No those kinds of problems either.” I sadly said.

Gazing at Pat, I suddenly understood where she was coming from. She was majorly cute. Blue eyes, pale skin, a nose ring, a buzz cut, and the rainbow bracelet said it all. She was gay.

“I’m not gay.” I said softly. “But I have such strong feelings for her.” I felt tears welling up again.

“So…?” Pat grinned. “She doesn’t do straight girls?”

“There’s another issue. I have the issue.” I stared down at the bottle of mescal in my hands.

“What…? You don’t eat sushi?” Jeanie giggled.

“Shut up you derp!” Pat semi snarled at her. “If you have an issue…and she can’t deal…then she has an issue as well.” Pat said seriously.

After taking another swig, I handed the bottle to Jeanie who handed me the water in turn.

“But I don’t know how to handle my…issue. And I don’t know how to handle it with her.”

Pat sat and simply nodded. Then she took another hit from both bottles.

"What's your issue?" Pat asked softly.

"It's...complicated."

"Isn't it always?" Jeanie snickered, much to Pat's displeasure.

“I tried texting her but now she doesn’t reply.” Tears began to fall.

“That’s a tough one.” Pat said and thought for a moment. “Look… You can’t harass her with texts. She’s probably just as bent out of shape as you are.” She spoke with confidence. “Text her once a day for the next few days and then stop.” Another swig of each bottle as it went around. “Then...as far as I’m concerned…it's all on her.”

“Yeah…” Jeanie said. “It’s the same with guys. People are people regardless of their gender. You can’t wish something to happen. It leads nowhere except to fuck up your life till you’re over them. And you def don’t want her to think you’re some kind of psycho hose bitch.”

“And maybe you are gay.” Pat added with a giggle. “There are a lot of advantages to being lesbian.”

“Oh yeah…?” Jeanie’s said sarcastically. “Name one…just one…!” She laughed.

“Okay bimbo brain…” Pat snickered. “It’s no big deal for everyone to be naked. Put a dick in the room and the entire scene changes and things…arise!” She laughed. “Of course...with lesbians...if it’s a bunch of skeezers…and there’s only one hottie…then there’s a problem. And…!” Pat lilted excitedly. “If you do hook up…you get to double the size of your wardrobe!” She grinned.

“Well I’m not gay and you’re wearing my tee shirt!” Jeanie feigned anger.

“When did you know you were gay?” I had to ask.

“When did you know you were a girl?” Pat replied with a chuckle.

Good point… I was so very clueless about it all.

“So…” I screwed up my face in thought. “You’ve never been with a guy.”

“Fuck no...!" Pat beamed proudly. "I am platinum. I’ve never even kissed a guy. Except for my dad and that was on the cheek.” Pat snickered. “I just don’t do dick.”

Her words resounded quite loudly and painfully in my ears. ‘I don’t do dick’… Meh…!

“I mean I have nothing against guys. It’s just that…I just don’t do dick.” She repeated. “Now Jeanie here… She doesn’t do vagina. The very thought of sticking her tongue into some other girl’s pussy makes her sick.” Pat laughed.

“But you two get along.” The mescal and the food were calming me.

“We’re sand box sweet hearts.” Jeanie said without a moment’s thought. “We grew up together. We went to the same schools and we were determined to room together here. The fact that she’s queer is like…” Jeanie looked off for a moment. “It’s like she has chestnut hair…when she lets it grow. And I have blond hair.” Jeanie smiled. “It’s like…so what? Who cares?”

“So…” Pat grinned slyly. “What’s your crushes name?”

I told her. Pat looked at Jeanie. They both arched their eyebrows.

“Facebook…! Instagram…!”

They gazed at each other and grinned as they exclaimed simultaneously. Pat and Jeanie had this down to a science. It took but a few moments for them to find Sam’s accounts.

“Are you seeing this?” Pat said with an awed expression. “National Honor Society…?”

They began to alternately read off Sam’s accolades.

“Phi Beta Kappa…”

“National math and science awards…?”

“Stanford…”

“M.I.T….”

“What is she doing here?” Pat stared at me.

“Oh my God…!” Jeanie looked at me; her eyes and mouth agape. “She made the semi-finals for the Women’s Olympic track and field team with the hammer throw, discus, and the shot put!”

“What is the hammer throw?” I had visions of a huge sledge hammer.

“Where can I find one?” Pat gasped. She glanced up at me. “Does she have a sister?”

“Fuck that!” Jeannie laughed. “Does she have a brother and is he into women?”

“How long have you known each other?” Pat asked…still stunned. She glanced at Jeannie. “Did you see all those scholarships?” She then glanced at me. “Where does she hide her cape?” Pat giggled. “And how long have you known each other?”

“Not very long at all…” I sighed.

“She’s got doctorates in computer engineering and bio-mechanics? And a PhD…?” Jeanie stared at me. “This is really weird.” She glanced up at Pat. “It says she’s here but it doesn’t say what she’s doing.” She stared at me in wonder. “And you two get along? I mean really connect?”

“Yeah…”

I sighed as a tear fell. I was sort of hydrated again…dammit!

“And she’s really kind of cute!” Pat gasped as she looked at her screen. “This is totally sick!”

“Terminally… She’s a little on the thick side but…she’s also majorly athletic?” Jeanie grinned.

“How did you meet her?” Pat asked.

So I went into the tale of my needing assistance with my stats class. And I told them how meeting up with her every day there after became kind of a ritual. I didn’t go into details about our spot or what went on when I stayed over. But I gave them the picture as best I could.

“Oh… We totally have to help you.” Pat said to me. Then she looked at Jeanie. “We really need to help her nail this one.”

“Totally…!” Jeanie replied.

As the night went on, I became more comfortable with my ‘other roomies’. Of course the mezcal helped quite a bit. By the time the bottle was half emptied, we were all pretty high and feeling no pain whatsoever. Then they decided to smoke some pot. Jeanie opened the window and Pat brought out their weed supply.

As they happily smoked away, they plotted my next move. It was decided that I shouldn’t text again before consulting them. And they reminded me that Sam had just as big an issue as I had and I shouldn’t lose sight of that fact. They also reminded me that if all three of us went to the R.A., there would be no choice but to remove my roomie…who we now called ‘the slut’.

By that time I was ready for bed. I could barely keep my eyes opened. So I bid my new friends a good night and ambled into my room. I was way too exhausted and drained to even shower or do my evening routine. I simply collapsed on my bed and promptly feel asleep. I didn’t even think of taking the little blue pill.

In the morning I direly wanted to text Sam. But Pat was right. Sam never even gave me a chance to explain…or better yet…show her how very minor my ‘short comings’ truly were. The pain and the emptiness soon returned but the shower woke me enough to also gain some perspective. Regardless of how I felt, I knew I had to go through the day and make up for the studying I didn’t do yesterday.

Walking around the other side of the lake, I glanced over at our spot. Sam wasn’t there. After carefully scoping out the coffee shop, I hurriedly went in to get a ‘black eye’, fruit juice, and a platter of meats and cheeses. Then I hit the library.

Biology has always been a cake walk for me. And the other subjects; the psych stuff, and the usual sophomore crap, were no big deal. But the stats work was epic! I kept wishing Sam was around to help me, encourage me, and comfort me. But that was not to be. I ate my dinner in the cafeteria, went to my room, showered and changed into my night wear, and cried myself to sleep.

The next day was a regular class schedule. Actually…it was a living nightmare to be more exact. I simply couldn’t get Sam out of my head. I was truly beginning to understand zombie-ism. I felt totally numb and just went through the motions of being present physically. Tragically, my roomie was in the room. She immediately got in my face.

“I didn’t like the way you talked to me when…” She was having trouble remembering his name? “Ummm…my friend was here!”

Sooo…? Backatcha sez I…

“I don’t give a fuck what you like or don’t like!” I shouted. “The three of us are totally sick of your shit and if we hear another word out of your mouth…it’s off to the R.A. and you’re out of this quad!”

Let me tell you…regardless of cruelty to animals and all that…it really felt good to ‘kick someone else’s cat’! She backed off in a huff and went directly into the bathroom slamming the door on her way. And as I was just about to fall back upon my bed I heard the patter of not such little feet.

“Are you okay?” Jeanie poked her head in.

“Yeah…” I lilted and sighed.

“Well…” She rushed to my side and took hold of my hand. “Come on over. We have just the text to send!”

Jeanie was so excited that I caught it and couldn’t resist. Anyway…I needed a couple of smiling faces in my life at that moment. I let Jeanie pull me to her room. Pat sat on her bed with her legs tucked beneath her and a huge grin on her face.

“God…! You are so fucking hot when you’re pissed off!” She laughed. “I have dibs on you if this doesn’t work out.”

“Shut up Pat. Show her what we came up with.” Jeanie beamed.

Pat handed me a piece of paper.

‘None of us are happy with the way we were born. All we can hope to do is conform.’

Staring at what was written on the paper my first thought came to my lips before I could even think.

“This…” I winced. “This is awful.”

“Yeah…” Jeanie chuckled. “It really sucks.”

“And why am I sending this?” I lilted.

“We found more pictures of her. Check this out.”

Pat giggled and turned her laptop so I could see this new…data? Pat had found very old photos of Sam. One showed her lifting a huge three hundred pound barbell! All of her muscles were bulging from the strain. She looked amazing in spite of the grimace on her face. The next photo showed her standing in the back row of her women’s track team. She was amongst the tallest and certainly the widest? I didn’t bother looking at the other photos.

“This woman was no doubt a stand out...literally...all through school.” Pat’s smile faded. “She was always the odd one out. No doubt she was bullied on a number of levels. No doubt the girls probably were scared of her.” She suddenly giggled. “And the guys as well...”

“I know that some of the girls used to make these mean comments about Pat and me.” Jeanie frowned. “They all thought we were doing it with each other…you know? It was hard as fuck for me to get a date! We were voted the most likely to marry each other.”

“That’s why this is perfect for her.” Pat leaned forward. “If she remembers how hard it was for her, maybe she’ll think about how hard it is for you.”

As weird as their logic was, I had to admit they might actually have had a point. I certainly knew how terribly cruel kids could be when there was an odd one in their midst. And truly nobody was odder than me. Staring at what they’d come up with again, the message, as weird as it was, sort of made sense?

Not having my phone, I ran back to my room with the written message. Pat and Jeanie followed close behind. The slut seemed to have left for the night. Her purse and ‘slut bag’ were gone. As the girls gathered around me on my bed, I took out my phone. Letter by letter I entered the stupid…poem? I sat and gazed long and hard at the text. Suddenly the girls began a chant.

“Do it…! Do it…! Do it…! Do it…!”

So I did. Reluctantly mind you… But I sent the stupid text to the cheering and shouts of ‘huzzah’ from the girls. And of course they insisted on a celebration. But I was too beat to partake. After being issued a perpetual ‘rain check’…good for any occasion…they left and I went to bed not expecting a return text anytime soon. And I was not disappointed in that respect.

The next day wasn’t any better. Indeed it was a great deal worse. I got slammed with a ton of stats work to do. And…on top of that…I had to construct and carry out my very first psych survey! My first inclination at the day’s end was to use my perpetual ‘rain check’ and get totally hammered with the girls. My second was to eat and head to the library. Number two won out.

Futile doesn’t begin to describe my exertions at the library. Everything went well until I began working on the survey. Everything quickly turned to poopie shit when I attempted my stat work. I was lost again. And having Sam’s absence in my life working in the deep recesses of my heart didn’t help one bit. Not one bit… By the time I returned to my room, I’d composed my next text to her.

The slut was in residence when I opened the door. She had nothing to say to me. She didn’t even look at me. I dumped my bag and went to shower. After doing my night time ritual, I meandered to the girls’ room and knocked on the closed door. Pat opened it and the aroma of pot hit me like a brick wall. She grinned and giggled.

“I know what I want to text tonight.” I sighed. “Want to hear it?”

“Sure…” Pat coughed. “Derpie forgot to open the fucking window.” She giggled.

“Seriously…?” I coughed in the smokey haze. “What are you guys majoring in anyway?”

“Well…” Jeanie began to giggle to the point of hysteria.

“Derpie is an art history major.” Pat snickered. “And I’m majoring in…"

“Dope smoking…!” Jeanie laughed…much to Pat’s indignation.

“I’m majoring in English lit. I expect us to have major jobs waiting upon graduation.” She laughed. “So… What do you have for us princess?”

“Okay… Here goes…” I took a deep breath. “I miss you and I need you.”

I looked up to gauge their reaction. Pat didn’t hesitate at all.

“That really sucks. The last thing in the world any lesbian needs is a needy, or a clingy girlfriend. It’s like…it’s like the kiss of death…or a very quick lesbian bed death at the very least.” She was serious.

“What’s lesbian death bed?”

“You really don’t want to know.” Pat said dourly.

“So what does she do?” Jeanie asked as she watched Pat puff on their pipe and exhale out the window.

“Well…?” Pat responded with a hoarse voice. “Why don’t you add…?” She thought for a moment. “…‘in my life’. She paused. “Yeah… ‘I need you in my life’. That’s a classic.”

“You know something?” Jeanie snickered. “I don’t think that her Instagram or Facebook pages were done by her.”

“Yeah…” Pat grinned. “Like…there’s nothing really personal on them. It’s like they’re resumes or something. No ‘BGFFs’ or any of the personal crap you usually find…you know? It’s kind of weird. It’s like she had no part in doing them.”

Not having either social platform, I couldn’t make the connection the girls were trying to tell me. And I couldn't believe they were still checking Sam out!

“So…?” Clueless...!

“So…? This woman is a very private person. Like…what she does is nobody else’s business. We know exactly who is dating whom…or what for that matter.” Pat snickered.

“Yeah… You should see ours pages. All nine thousand of them…” Jeanie laughed. “Our present dating histories…such as they are…are on them. I mean everybody wants the world to know who they’re going with…pictures and all.”

“But your Sam has none of that. There’s not even a slight mention of you.” Pat sat back against the wall.

“So maybe she’s an introvert?” I sighed.

Not adding ‘like me’ echoed the fact that perhaps our connection was deeper than I thought. Carefully and slowly typing out the text as always, I fretted over the propriety of the message. Was I becoming a stalker? Was I, in truth, that needy? How much of this torture was I willing to inflict upon myself? And what the hell was Sam going to think about these texts?

The next day yielded no results. The day proved to be as torturous as the prior day. How do people who are really together…really in love…deal with separation? Was I seriously going to lose my poopie shit over this amazing woman? I made the decision that this evening’s text would be my last.

There was this song I once heard that was a beautiful and haunting love ballad. I couldn’t remember the name of the song but I did remember the name of the band. So onto Google I went in search of my unicorn message. The band recorded eighteen CDs so I began with the most popular. It was the sixth song on the CD and its title is ‘Songbird’.

After listening to it a gazillion times…because of its sorrowful beauty…I glommed the lyrics and composed my text. Racing back from the library, I couldn’t wait to conference with my roomies. Of course they were heavily in the midst of what they considered a study session; wine, cheese and the opened window.

Showing them my phone, they read the text. ‘I wish you all the love in the world…but most of all I wish it from myself…’

“Oh...my God…!” Jeanie exclaimed all bug eyed. “This is amazing! You’ve got to send this!”

Pat was actually teary eyed. I’m not sure whether it was the text or the amount of school work she needed to do…or the wine and pot! But she definitely approved.

“I wish I had a girlfriend who sent me this kind of shit.” Pat sniffled. “It’s so fucking romantic.”

They both sat staring at the text as if some great revelation would appear if they were to chant it as a mantra.

“Yeah…” Jeanie sighed. “It’s perfect.” She glanced at me. “How did you ever think this one up?”

“I didn’t” I frowned. “It’s from this amazing song I heard. The singer composed it and her voice was so haunting…just her and her piano. I have no idea why this suddenly came to me.”

“This is truly karma.” Pat said, still sniffling. “It’s got to be the perfect message.”

With their approval, I sent the text later as I settling down into bed. My roomie…the slut…was scrupulously avoiding me at all costs. She was in her bed and on her side facing the wall. I send it and placed the phone under my pillow. Perhaps the tooth fairy would leave me a text from my Sam in lieu of a dollar.

The next morning was absolute and complete misery for me. No text… Nothing at all… My heart fell even deeper into the bottomless pit of despair. I went through the motions of going to my classes with no energy…no life at all.

Just after lunch I had to sit through a dry and boring lecture by some random G.A. on human biology. About half way through the drudgery of her monotone delivery, my phone chimed. I quickly glanced to find a text from Sam.

‘Ur a sik puppy. U know where 3:45’

“Yes…! =D”

"Yes...!"

Shouting it out loud enough to gain everybody’s attention, I stood up so quickly I knocked my chair backward making an equally loud noise.

“A revelation…perhaps…?” The G.A. said as she glared at me. “Would you care to share it with us?”

“Ummm…” I kept my poise as best I could under the circumstances. “Just good news from home…” I blushed, giggled, and regained my seat.

Racing back to the dorm, my mind going a thousand miles an hour, I couldn’t wait to dump my bag. Pat was in and I couldn’t wait to share this news with somebody.

“Yes…!” She echoed my reaction.

“What should I wear?” I was hopping up and down on my toes.

“It won’t matter.” She took my hands and hopped with me. “She’s gay…remember?”

“I’ve got to shower and get ready. I have less than an hour.”

“God…! Lipstick lesbians are the worst.” Pat snickered and shook her head.

Rushing out of her room, I quickly striped along the short distance to my room. Thankfully the slut wasn’t there and I was able to doff everything and slip on my robe. I luxuriated in the warmth of the shower as I carefully and thoroughly washed every inch of myself. I wanted to look perfect. I wanted Sam to feel about me in the same way I felt about her.

Blow drying my hair, I fluffed it out as best I could. I gathered it into a loose pony tail exposing my long and slender neck. What little I had in physical assets I wanted to have shining bright in Sam’s vision.

Gazing into the mirror, I realized that I looked like warmed over poopie shit. I hadn’t been sleeping well since this horrid episode with Sam began. Before I put on my robe again, I misted the air with my perfume and walked through it. This was the spicy scent that Sam seemed to love on me.

Rushing back to my room, I retrieved one of my three eye palettes and then back to the bathroom. In spite of the crappy lighting I managed to lighten up my eyes enough to appear somewhat presentable. A slight touch of concealer just beneath my lower lash line and two coats of mascara made a world of difference.

Using a pale pinkish-beige shade of lip stain and a top coat of gloss at least made my lips appear to be very kissable. I had no idea of what Sam’s state of mind would be. But if nothing else, I wanted it to be very hard for her not to embrace and maybe even kiss me. I was going all out. I knew that this might be my only…and last…attempt to get her back into my life.

Back in my room, I managed to slip a panty on beneath the robe just as Pat came in.

“How are you doing?” She asked plaintively.

“Oh…” I sighed mournfully and turned toward her. “I guess I’m okay.”

“Well…” Her smile was heartening. “You certainly look amazing. If it was me…I’d rip off all your clothes and go for an all-out pearl dive!” Pat chuckled. “You look…gorgeous…totally yummy!”

'Pearl dive...?' Seriously...WTF...?

Pulling out my mid-calf length faded blue jean skirt, I was at a loss of what top would be the best. I mean it’s not like I had an extensive wardrobe or anything.

“I don’t know what top to wear.” I moaned as I shuffled through my things.

“Wait…!” Pat exclaimed excitedly. “I have just the thing!”

She dashed out of my room and returned only moments later holding a blouse.

“This is a killer.” Pat proclaimed with a broad grin. “It should fit even though you’re taller.”

Pat handed me a white cotton blouse with a hand stitched floral pattern of brightly colored flowers that were dispersed along the collar line, the bodice, and the three quarter length sleeve cuffs. She was right. It would be perfect if it did fit perfectly.

Doffing my towel and setting it on my bed, I put on my ‘Barely There’…seriously…but enough…bra.

“You have cute boobs.” Pat giggled. “More than a mouthful is wasted anyway.”

“Thanks a lot…” I frowned.

Slipping the top over my head, I tugged the hem down as far as it would go. I turned toward Pat with an anxious expression.

“Yeah…” She gazed approvingly at me. “It’ll work.” Pat adjusted the shoulders to square the blouse off. “It’s perfect. Just do me a favor.” She smiled wryly. “Don’t bring it back smelling like her pussy. That’ll drive me crazy and I’ll won't ever wash it again!” She laughed.

“Really Pat…!” I gave her my scornful look and turned toward the full length door mirror. “I’ll be lucky if she even talks to me.”

“Well… If she doesn’t…I certainly will.” Pat smiled at me. “You really look amazing.” She said seriously. “She won’t be able to resist you. And remember…” She furrowed her brow. “Think positively! If you will it…you’ll get it.”

Gathering up the few things I needed, including my lip stain and the gloss, I was about to leave the room.

“Hey babe…” Pat giggled. “Don’t forget to take an extra panty. You just might get super lucky.” She laughed.

Glaring at Pat, I began walking out of my room. She accompanied me to the door and, putting her hand upon my shoulder, she turned me toward her and hugged me.

“Don’t worry sweetie…” She smiled warmly. “If she didn’t want you…she wouldn’t have replied. Take it from me…and I’ve had way too much drama in the ghosting arena…you are a catch for anyone…guy or girl.”

Gazing at Pat seriously, I had to ask a really stupid question.

“Do you think I should wear my straw hat?”

“God…! Yes…!” Pat chuckled. “You are so fucking femme. Of course you should! No butch bitch can resist a totally femme straight looking girl. It’s like a challenge; especially with that wide brim and my floral blouse. You’d be like…” She gazed off for a moment. “You’d be like the ultimate mother earth country girl incarnate.”

Finally…and not a moment too soon…I left the room and slowly walked to ‘you know where’. I was a bit put off by the fact that she didn’t text ‘our spot’. But I sort of understood why. Sam was as unsure of what would happen as I was…and maybe even more so.

She was sitting beneath the tree. Her arms were resting across her knees and her fore head atop her arms. Sam’s face was hidden so I couldn’t gauge her reaction to me as I approached.

“Hi…” I weakly said as I gazed down at her.

“You look amazing.” She said before putting her head down again. “Got a date later?” Sam sounded bitter as she smirked.

“Sam…? Please…?” I sighed and sat down, taking a tissue out of my purse just in the event…

Sam was dressed in athletic shorts and a University of Miami orange tee shirt. I could see that she was damp with perspiration and, since she had a bag with her, I assumed she just came from perhaps working out? From the quick glimpse of her face, Sam appeared to look tired…and worn? I took off my hat and fidgeted with the edge of the wide brim.

“I’m sorry.” She said softly.

“It’s okay…”

“No… It’s not okay.” She lifted her head and gazed at me. “I have a real burn for this amazing woman only she has a dick.”

Tears were beginning to form in her eyes and I handed Sam my tissue. I took out another one for myself…just in the event.

“I lied to you.” She said with a sniffle. “It’s not that guys weren’t interested in me. I wasn’t interested in them. Not ever…”

As Sam’s tears flowed I took hold of her hand. She simply sat and cried. I realized that our separation had shattered her life just as much as it had mine. Maybe even more so…! The girls were right.

“I should have said something sooner. I was wrong and I hurt you and I’m really very sorry for that.” I said in my most soothing voice as I dabbed at the corners of my eyes. “But this was all so sudden and so…” I sighed. “…fast that I didn’t have time to really think.”

“I knew this guy? He was gay as all shit. Totally platinum…” She gazed at me. “He thought that a vagina looked just like an open wound. He once saw a picture of this woman having her period? I mean it was no big deal or anything. It simply showed her menstrual blood flowing a bit. He said he blew his dinner at the sight of it.”

Handing Sam a second tissue, I took out yet another as I sat down across from her.

“Well…” Sam cleared her throat. “I was curious…you know? I mean I knew what a dick looked like. But I’d never really seen one in the flesh…so to speak.” She wiped her nose. “So I asked him if I could see his. I explained the situation and he understood my curiosity. But he made me promise not to show him my vagina.” She smiled weakly and paused to blow her nose.

“So what happened?” I couldn’t believe I was actually hearing this.

“So… He dropped his pants and showed me.” Sam shook her head. “It was the most disgusting thing I’d ever seen. It hung down and it looked like a raw sausage in a weird casing. The foreskin…you know? And those…those things that hung down…! Seriously…? The entire thing looked like some sort of deformity. A weird mutation of some sort...”

Sam gazed at me with a stunned expression. The memory was so very negative that the image was still embedded in her mind.

“I didn’t get sick or anything. But it was close.” Sam squeezed my hand gently. “I understood how he felt about vagina after that. “And…” Sam took a deep breath. “...I hope you’re ready for T.M.I. To this very day I won’t use a dildo.”

If what Sam told me wasn’t so heart wrenching, I would have snickered. But I truly felt her pain.

“Don’t think about it Sam.” I said softly.

“I just can’t imagine us having any kind of real intimacy…you know?” Her tears began to flow again. “And I do want that. I need that. Can you understand?”

“Yeah…” Now I sniffled. “I can. Just tell me one thing.”

“Sure…” Sam dabbed at her tears.

“How big was it?” She stared at me. “His dick… How big was it?”

Sam gazed at me and then looked off for a moment. I let go of her hand. She gauged the length with her separated index fingers about six inches or so.

“Maybe like this?” She held her fingers so I could see.

“And that was without having a stiffy…right?”

Sam nodded. I opened my purse and took out my mascara, lip stain and gloss tubes. Using her gauge, I set them down end to end on the grass.

“So…if he had a stiffy, it would be about this long?” I asked anxiously.

“Yeah…”

Taking hold of her hand again, I looked at her fingers. They were long and quite stout. Taking her pinky, I held it at the first joint.

“This is what I have.” I said softly and marked it against her gauge with my mascara. “This…” I pointed toward her gauge. “…is the size of your…problem. And this…” I pointed to part of her little finger. “…is the size of my problem. In fact my problem might even be slightly smaller.”

“You’re kidding me!” Sam was stunned. “I’ve seen clits bigger than that!” Sam looked at me in disbelief. “And what about your…” She cupped her hand and wiggled her fingers.

“My balls…?” I giggled and blushed. “Long gone… After a few years of hormone therapy, the doctor recommended that they be removed. Anyway…they never worked the way they should have and the risk of cancer would have been greater.”

“Oh my God…!” Sam was definitely stunned. “Why…?”

“Hypogonadism…” I already knew the question.

“But isn’t that treatable…?” Sam’s shocked expression said it all.

“Yeah… But I refused to take testosterone therapy.” I snickered. “My mother didn’t want anything to do with me. She saw me as a failure on her part to reproduce...adequately?. So my dad raised me. He knew that I was…different? It came as no surprise when I told him that I wanted to be a girl. I didn’t know why. It’s just that I…’felt’ like I should be one?”

“And he was cool with that?” Sam was bugged eyed.

“He took me to several different doctors…shrinks and therapists? And they all said the same thing. I was born into the wrong body and all the hormones would do is make my life weirder than it already was. They said that…to put it simply…I had a female mind set. So…” I sighed. “I was reborn…sort of.”

“Wow… When did this all begin?” Sam asked in a whisper.

“When did you know you were gay?” I replied with a giggle.

“No silly girl… I mean your…‘rebirth’?”

“When I was ten I guess. I had to be pulled out of school of course. It was already becoming a nightmare. You know… The boys room…?”

“Yeah…” Sam shook her head sadly. “It does start early.” She glanced sadly at me. “The bullying…”

‘Yeah… But it didn’t stop there. It just became different. Like…why wasn’t I all that interested in boys…or girls for that matter.” I paused for a moment. “Anybody different became an issue. You know…?”

“Yeah…especially when you can beat on the guys who made comments…” She didn’t need to finish her thought. “Have you thought about…” Sam’s voice trailed off.

“Go ahead.” I giggled knowing what she wanted to ask.

“You know…the cut…or GRS…or whatever it’s being called these days?”

Sam’s expression was so innocent that I had to giggle.

“Not until now…” I grinned. “Look… Let’s get down to it.” The big it…! “I want you in my life. I need you in my life. But if you can’t deal with that, please, please, please…” I grasped her hand. “Please know that I understand. I just couldn’t let us end the way we did.”

“Well… I have to tell you that my life has been shit. I haven’t been able to concentrate on anything for the past week. I guess I need you in my life as much as you need me.” Sam’s tears began to flow again. “I haven’t felt this way about anyone before…not ever.” I handed her the last of my tissues. “I’ve never met anyone who really cared like you do.” She sniffled. “All I ever got were ‘pillow princesses’..."

‘Pillow princesses’…???

“…or bottoms who expected a ‘diesel dike’.”

‘Diesel dike’…??? 'Bottoms...???' Clueless...!!!

“And I not into being either.” Sam blew her nose, now a bright rosy red. “I just want someone I could…be with? Someone I can relate to? And nobody has even come close until you.”

“Look…” I stood up and Sam did the same. “Think about it. That’s all I want you to do. Just think about what you really want…and if your want...your desire... is really me. I wouldn’t want to be with you unless I’m really what you want. And I don’t want to be with you unless being with me makes you happy.”

Sam smiled warmly at me. I could no longer resist my impulse. I threw my arms around Sam's waist and hugged her. The scent of her body was strong…but satisfying. It took Sam but a moment to put her arms around me. She buried her head into my neck and shoulder.

“You smell so fucking heavenly.” Sam muttered into my neck. “I can’t believe your hugging this fat sweaty body of mine.”

“You’re not fat. And your scent is kind of…intoxicating?” I snickered. “So what do you want to do?” It was now…or never. “I think you should take some time and just think about what you want to do…about us.”

Sam simply nodded her head. I could feel her tears against my neck. Giving her time was a chance I felt I had to take. The last thing I wanted is for me to be a rebound from…from me? As our bodies separated, I picked up my hat and Sam her bag. We began to walk away from one another slowly...backward; our eyes never straying off each another. There were smiles…warm smiles…on our faces until we both had to turn before I walked into the lake and Sam walked into the tree.

Admittedly I walked on air and smiled all the way back to the dorm. Though I might not have really been walking on air, I felt a sudden lightness of spirit one gets when a challenge is confronted and found to be not quite as frightening as anticipated. What we said to one another was good in that we both had a chance to look at our fears, face them, and maybe even deal with them.

The girls were ecstatic when I walked in with a smile on my face. They were literary bouncing up and down on their toes and screaming with joy.

“Tell us everything!” Pat demanded.

“Yeah… We want details!” Jeanie sang out. “Tell us details!”

Having some trouble containing my joy, I none the less kept my cool.

“Well…?” I lilted. “Nothing was really settled. But…?”

They were panting for whatever I had to say next.

“It went really well.” I grinned and giggled. “We talked about…things.” I couldn’t tell them what of course. “And maybe our differences weren’t all that great.”

“Yeah…?” Pat actually got in my face. “And…?” She shook me by my shoulders. “And…!” She voiced a bit louder.

“I think we’ll be okay.” I snickered. “I told her to think about what we said to one another and to take her time to be sure.”

“Sure…?” Jeanie asked with surprise. “Sure of what…?”

“I wanted her to be sure that her and me should become a ‘we’?” I grinned.

“God damn…!” Pat said excitedly and...wistfully? “This is such a fucking lesbian romance.” She sighed and smiled. "I love it!"

“So what do you think?” Jeanie prodded. “Will you two become a ‘we’?”

“Seriously…? I don’t know.” I sighed. “But at least I don’t need to worry about running into her at the coffee shop.” I giggled.

“Yeah…” Pat frowned. “I know what that’s like. I hate running into exes…especially when they’re with somebody new.”

Suddenly my phone sounded the receipt of a text message. I took it out of my purse and read the message.

‘Pizza and a movie 2nite at my place? Come as u r and bring something to wear tomorrow.’

I screamed and threw my arms up! Pat ripped the phone from my hands and, after reading the message, she screamed and threw her arms up.

“Somebody’s getting laid tonight!” Pat laughed.

Jeanie looked at the message. Her response was similar.

“Well…?” Her eyes bugged and her smile was almost painful it was so big. “I guess it’s a ‘we’!” She screamed.

“I just love lesbian rom-drams.” Pat sighed.

“Oh… I almost forgot.” I snickered. “Sam came directly from working out?”

“Yeah…?” Pat grinned.

“So we hugged each other and I think I got her perspiration on your top.” I grinned.

“Oh my God…!”

Pat immediately put her nose against the cloth and began sniffing it.

“Oh my God Pat…! That is so…barfo!” Jeanie frowned.

Shoes… My sandals, a pair of sneakers, a pair of kitten heeled pumps, two pairs of ankle socks, one white and one pink, a pair of thigh highs, an extra bra, and three pairs of panties followed. And I had to squeeze in a dress just for an emergency.

Rushing to the bathroom and trying to remember what Sam had and didn’t have, I aimlessly began to pack my creams and lotions. I gathered up my combs and brush, my curling iron, and my shower cap. With my arms full of my stuff, I rushed to my bedroom and scattered the things upon my bed.

Everything wasn’t going to fit into my carry on. Meh… Taking my book bag in hand, I dumped the contents onto my bed. What did I truly need? I set aside my puter, my stats crap, the charger and my mouse. They went back into my bag. All of my toiletries followed. My makeup palette…! I tossed that in followed by a second one. I mean what if we went out for lunch or dinner?

There was only one problem.

“Jeanie…! Pat…!” I screamed as loudly as I could. “Help…!!!”

Of course they came running into my room in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” Jeanie asked.

“Are you alright?” Pat said, out of breath.

“No…” I verged on tears. “I can’t close my carry on.”

Pointing at my overstuffed case, I frowned quite sadly.

“Wait…! What…?” Pat shook her head. “You’re as bad as this one.” She pointed at Jeanie. “You’re only going for an overnight. What do you need all that shit for?” She laughed.

“Well…” I squeaked. “I don’t know what we’ll be doing tomorrow and just I wanted to be prepared.”

“Yeah…” Jeanie grinned. “This may turn into a weekender.” She gazed at me. “Smart girl…” She nodded.

“You femme hotties are too much!” Pat laughed hysterically. “Straight girls…or lipstick lesbians… You’re all the same!” She shook her head.

“Okay…” Jeanie bit her lips. “I see you already unzipped the expander thingy.” She closed the top of the bag. “I’ll sit on it and you zip it up. Okay…?” She scratched her head. “Did you pack a swim suit? I mean it is still beach weather.”

“Shitski…!” I exclaimed.

Ruffling though my chest of drawers, I found my one piece suit and stuffed it into my book bag. I’d forgotten my robe which I’d need should we beach it. That also got stuffed into the bag.

“Okay…” Jeanie made sure she was positioned correctly. “Here goes…”

She sat on the carry-on and managed to get it to shut tightly. I just barely got the zipper around the bag to close it. I was totally exhausted from the trials of the day, the packing and the worries of forgetting something crucial.

“Thanks guys…” I said as I hugged each one.

“I only have one question.” Pat giggled. “How are you going to get all this shit over to Sam’s place?”

“Good point…” Jeanie added.

How indeed…! If I dragged my stuff over the lawn, I would arrive looking just as Sam did beneath the tree; hot and dripping perspiration. And there was no way I wanted that! I dragged the carry on off the bed and extended the handle. Hooking the hand carry strap of my bag over the extended handle, I managed to get it to sit with some stability.

“I could take the shuttle over?” I said meekly.

“And you might get there in an hour or so.” Pat frowned.

“I could Uber over?” I smiled weakly.

“Yeah… You could.” Pat nodded. “That would work.”

“Wait…!” Jeanie’s eyes lit up. “I got an idea. Be right back.”

And she rushed out of the room.

“This should be good.” Pat snickered.

She was gone for a minute or two. Then Jeanie came rushing back.

“Okay…” She said, out of breath. “I know this guy who’s in my super friend zone. He’ll do anything for me.” Jeanie giggled wickedly. “He’s got his car on campus and he’ll not only drive you over, he’ll even carry your bags up.” She laughed. “And all I need to do is…”

“Fuck him?” Pat snickered.

“No stupid…” Jeanie sneered at Pat. “Certainly not in this life time anyway…! Ewww…! The very thought…!” She turned to me. “All I need to do is ride along with you.” Jeanie grinned.

As much as I seriously disliked taking advantage of some poor lonely dweeb...much like myself no doubt...the deal sounded too good to pass up. Suddenly I remembered one thing.

“Crappers…!”

Rushing into the bathroom, I remembered my perfume; the scent that Sam liked…a lot. Grabbing it, I just needed to hit one spot. I took off the top and depressed the atomizer just enough to have a drop appear at the nozzle. I touched it with my finger tip and, raising the hem of my jean skirt with my free hand, I managed to place the drop just above my little worm of a dick. One never knows…you know? I rushed back into my room and tucked the bottle into my book bag.

“How do I look?” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

“Lips babe…” Jeanie smiled.

“Yeah… You can do that on the way.” Pat snickered. “What do you do if you need to go away for a week?”

“I don’t have enough clothes for a week.” I stared at her.

“God…!” Pat snorted and repeated her mantra. “All you femmes are the same.” She laughed.

“Leave her alone!” Jeanie snapped. “You’re doing the right thing.” She grasped my shoulder and grinned at me.

We hustled downstairs to find my ride waiting. The guy was actually kind of cute. He was dressed very preppy down to his horn rimmed glasses. One could see the excitement in his face as the three of us trod over to his Beemer. But one could also see he was kind of a dweeb from his Miami ‘U’ license plate holder and the Miami ‘U’ sticker on the rear window.

“Hi ladies…” He grinned sheepishly. “Hi Jeanie…”

As he went to lip smack her, she turned her head and offered him her cheek.

“Not in public sweetie.” She grinned. “You haven’t met Emmie…have you?”

“No…” His eyes lit up. “Nice to meet you Emmie…” He extended his hand. “I’m Chase.”

‘Chase…’? Really…? He obviously had real true blue preppy blood running through his veins.

Chase put my things into the trunk of his Beemer. Jeanie got into the front seat whilst Pat and I piled…sort of…into the rear. As we started off, Jeanie and Chase began to chatter about what was going on over the weekend on campus. Pat sat quietly and tried to keep a straight face. I opened my purse to do my lips. I nudged Pat for the okay once I finished. She simply grinned and nodded.

When we arrived…Chase… Seriously…? Chase...? Chase pulled into the guest parking space. When we all got out, I suddenly realized that I was arriving with a crowd! But, being the recipient of the free ride and the muscle, I couldn’t say a word.

And…speaking about ‘word’…Jeanie was good to hers. Chase lugged my stuff into the elevator for me. When we arrived at Sam’s door, Chase politely knocked. The door suddenly swung open and Lei appeared with her hands on her very supple hips; her face a mask of fury!

“What you want white boy!” She bellowed.

Chase…poor Chase…was too stunned to speak. His body stiffened and he leaned back away from Lei so far I thought he would fall. He stood there bug eyed and his mouth totally opened in shock...or maybe fright? Then I poked my head out from behind him.

“Hi Lei…” I lilted. “It’s just me.”

“Ohhh…” Lei’s face suddenly beamed the biggest and warmest smile ever. “It’s you honey child. Come on in dearie.” She laughed. “So who’s this white boy?”

As I moved around the still shocked Chase, Jeanie stuck her head out.

“Oh… He’s just our baggage handler.” She giggled and scooted around poor Chase; still frozen in place.

“Listen Chase…” Pat said to him as she too went around him to enter. “Just leave the bags here and wait down in the car. We’ll only be a minute.”

The very second Pat cleared the threshold of the door, Lei slammed it in poor Chase’s face. All three of them stood around laughing at the thought of Chase standing outside wondering what just happened. I actually felt sad because of the way we all used him. I had heard rumors of the ‘friend zone’. But I’d never seen it so rudely used before.

“You’re honey is still cleaning up child.” Lei said to me. “And these are your friends?”

“Yeah…” I grinned at them trying so hard to look innocent. “They’ve been very helpful to me. We have a real bitch in our quad and these two have been very supportive.”

“Yeah… I’m Pat and this is…” She turned to Jeanie and grinned. “What’s your name again?” She snickered.

“I’m Jeanie.” She scowled at Pat. “And…” Jeanie grinned at Lei. “We share everything with Emmie…even our mezcal and herb. But she abstains from the finer things in life.”

“Ahhh…” Lei laughed heartily, her entire body shaking. “Well…in that case…let me share a little of the real taste with all of you. I have the real John Crow Batty for you. And I have some ganja that will really put the test to you.”

“Ek-sooo-lint…!” Pat’s eyes bugged with delight. “Emmie doesn’t partake of the herb. But we can make up for that.” She laughed.

As the girls followed Lei into her room to do whatever, I remembered my bags sitting outside. Opening the door, I was shocked to find Chase still standing there.

“I didn’t want to just leave your things out here.” He said plaintively.

“Oh thank you Chase…” I smiled warmly at him. “I’ll just wheel these in. The girls are going to be a little while. Maybe you should head on back?”

“No…” He moaned, looking quite forlorn. “I’ll just wait in the car. I promised I would wait for Jeanie. Maybe we’ll do something later.”

“Sure Chase… That’s a nice thing for you to do. I’m sure she’ll be appreciative.”

‘Dweeb…’ I thought as I wheeled in my things and closed the door. Small wonder he’s in Jeanie’s ‘super friend zone’. What’s the old saying? He couldn’t get laid in a whore house? As I heard giggling and laughter coming from Lei’s room, I brought my things to the door of Sam’s bedroom. I knocked tentatively.

“Sam…?” I called softly.

“Come on in Emme.”

Opening the door, I found Sam still wrapped in her bath towel. Her cheeks were bright red and I could see the child in her very close to the surface. She kind of gawked at me and smiled warmly. I couldn’t help myself. I rush to her and embraced her as firmly as I could. Sam took a moment before she wrapped her arms around me.

“I really missed you.” Tears were welling up.

“Yeah…” She said in a hushed voice. “I missed you too.”

We held the embrace for the longest of moments. Then Sam pushed me off with her hands upon my shoulders. Her stare was amazing. It said more than words ever could. Finally she spoke.

“You look…amazing.” Sam said solemnly. “You really came as you are…were.” She giggled nervously. “You know what I mean.”

“Yeah…” I grinned. “Should I bring my stuff in?”

“Absolutely…! Put you bag on the bed.” She turned and went back into her bathroom.

Hoisting the bag onto her bed, I was having trouble opening the zipper. The case was packed too tightly. So I sat on top of it and managed to work the zipper around my skirt and legs. When I got up the top sprang open like one of those Jack-in-the-Box toys.

As I separated and fluffed out my clothing, Sam walked back in.

“What’s all this?” She asked incredulously.

“Well…” I grinned sheepishly. “I didn’t know what to wear tomorrow so I brought a few things. I thought that maybe we could go off campus for lunch…or maybe for dinner? After all, I think I owe you one?”

Sam just stood there and laughed.

“What happens when you go away for a week?” She smiled and chuckled.

“I don’t have enough clothing for a week.” I whispered and blushed.

“God…!” Sam threw her head back and laughed. “You’re so femme. All of you femme girls are the same. You need a morning, an afternoon and an evening outfit.”

“Well that’s true!” I tried to look angry but failed…miserably.

Blushing and looking down at my hands, I suddenly wished I had gotten a mani-pedi. But who knew? Sam came up to me. She put her arms around me and gazed into my eyes. An entire world worth of words were said with her eyes. I got up on my toes and touched her lips with mine.

Her arms felt so very good…and so very right…as they encircled me. And Sam’s lips felt even better. I could feel her need and she hopefully could feel mine. As our lips wrestled playfully, our arms tightened our hold upon one another.

For the very first time I could recount, I really needed to feel this woman’s naked body against mine. I needed to wallow in her warmth and lushness. I wanted to meld myself with her. I wanted our bodies and souls to be one.

“Well…” Sam said breathlessly when our lips parted. “I guess we’re both really glad to see each other.” She giggled. Looking at my opened carry on, Sam chuckled and looked at me. “Want to hear a lesbian joke?”

“Sure… I guess…?” I giggled.

Nobody ever told me a lesbian joke before. This was yet another first.

“Okay…” Sam sat on the bed and pulled me onto her spacious lap. “This is like our second date. Right…?”

“Yeah…” I thought for a moment. “Yeah…! The first was the dance.” I grinned.

“Okay… So what does a lesbian bring on her second date?” Sam grinned wickedly.

“I don’t know. What…?” I giggled.

“A U-Haul…!” She chuckled.

“I don’t get it.” I said sadly.

Sam snickered, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.

“Lesbians are renowned for moving in with their girlfriends on their second dates. Don’t worry though… One day you will get it.” She hugged me.

Sitting on Sam’s lap was very comfortable…and comforting. Just one day ago…who would ever have thought? We cuddled silently for a few minutes. Every so often, one of us would plant a kiss on the other’s face, or neck, or shoulder. All life…all existence…stopped for those few minutes. Then I remembered my roomies.

“Oh crappers…” I lifted my head off of Sam’s shoulder. “My roomies are in Lei’s room.”

“Oh shit…!” Sam suddenly perked up. “She’s supposed to be out of here. She’s visiting with some relatives or friends or something. But if she’s in there getting shit faced…with your roomies...”

“They are and she is.” I snickered.

“Up baby girl…” Sam patted my butt.

Still with towel wrapped around her, Sam stalked out of the room. I could hear her banging on Lei’s door as her voice rang out.

“Hey...! My little Scotch Bonnet pepper…! Shouldn’t you to be going somewhere?” Sam shouted. “Like…not here right now?”

Hearing something I couldn’t understand…it sounded like Lei…I simply continued to unpack. Sam reentered the room laughing.

“The three of them are so ripped!” She exclaimed. “I hope they can find their way out of the room.” Sam gazed at the pile of clothing. “Oh… Who’s Chase?”

I burst out laughing and explained the Chase ‘situation’.

“Well… Evidently Chase is going to take all three of those loons to a party that Lei knows about.”

“Oh my God…! He’s such a dweeb.” I chuckled.

“And…what’s even more interesting…it’s a party at one of Lei’s friend’s house. It’ll be all these Jamaican stoners who love stoned white girls…” Sam paused and snickered. “…and aren’t too fond of white boys…stoned or not.”

“Oh my God…!” My hands flew to my cheeks.

“He’ll be alright.” Sam added much to my relief. “Lei is not like that. She’ll get them all good and stoned and she’ll make sure they all get back to the dorms okay. But…” Sam giggled. “Lei will definitely have her fun.” She lilted.

“That sounds so cold though.” I actually shivered.

“It is cold. It’s a very cold world out there.”

Sam sighed as she went to her closet. Opening the door, she retrieved several hangers and then came back to where I was standing. She put the hangers on her bed and began to hang my things on them. I joined her.

“Your roomies are nice. They had to have a certain amount of intelligence to get in this school.” I couldn’t disagree with that. “They certainly have money to blow on dope…and liquor I would guess. So they’re not from poor families….right?”

“Yeah…” Where was this going?

“And they party just about every night…right?”

“Yeah…”

“And they’re majoring in…?” Sam glanced at me as she went with my cloths to her closet.

“Art History and English Lit...?”

“And they expect to have jobs waiting for them?” Sam snickered as she hung my things next to her own.

“Well…?” I lilted and grinned. “They kind of joked about that.”

“Lei doesn’t even know what she’s majoring in. And she’s been here for three years!” Sam snorted. “But she’ll go back to Jamaica and probably get a fat job with her father’s company…if she can stay out of jail.”

“So what’s your point?” I brought over more things to be hung up.

Sam took them from me and placed them next to the others. Then she turned to me and put her hands on my shoulders.

“The point is that if they disappeared tomorrow, nobody would notice. They’re stupid, selfish, and totally self–absorbed.” Sam looked intensely into my eyes. “Do you know why I have such…such amazing feelings toward you?”

I gazed back meekly and shook my head.

“Because you’re everything they’re not.” Sam touched my forehead with hers. “You’re brave. You’re striving toward something. You’re not afraid to ask for help. You’re not afraid to do the work. And when you care…it’s all the way and not a matter of convenience. You don’t do it between shots of whiskey and hits of dope.”

Getting a bit emotional, I wrapped my arms around Sam and hugged her. She put her arms around me.

“I’m so glad I’m here with you.” I could feel the emotions rising.

“I’m glad you are too.” Sam nibbled at the lobe of my ear. “I really didn’t know what I was going to do. I mean I do celebrate differences in people but…”

“Yeah…” I said tearfully. “But you don’t do dick.”

“Yeah… But I’m no pussy either.” Sam rolled her eyes upward and shook her head. “That didn’t come out exactly right. But you know what I mean. We’re both entering dark territory and we’ll need to be patient with one another.”

“I will be as long as you want me to be here…I will. Anyway…there are so many other ways we can pleasure one another. And the intimacy I really want is of the spirit? If that makes sense...?” I sniffled.

“It’s the only thing that does.” Sam smiled at me.

“Oh…” I blushed and cast my gaze down. “Jeanie and Pat…? They don’t know about…”

“Come on Emmie… You need to say it. You’re safe with me so just come out and say it.” Sam smiled confidently at me.

“Okay…” I sighed and looked directly at Sam. “They don’t know I have a…” I took a deep breath. “I have a dick.”

“Lei doesn’t know either. And I would never ever out you to anyone. Not ever… What we say to one another is sacred. Just for us…just between us…”

Sam closed up my carry on and stared at my book bag.

“Now that can’t be all of your books…can it?” She grinned at me.

“Ummm…” I smiled coyly and blushed.

Sam unzipped my bag and was preparing to just dump the contents out.

“No…!” My hands went to my face in horror. “Don’t…!”

Quickly rushing to her side, I carefully began to unload the bag.

“More clothes…?” Sam exclaimed with a grin. “A swim suit…?”

“Well…?” I blushed and grinned. “It is beach weather.”

Then out came my palettes and other cosmetic essential, my creams and lotions, the curling iron, and the rest. Sam chuckled and simply shook her head.

“You should have brought...” She laughed.

“Don’t say it!” I feigned anger and smacked her arm. “Just…don’t say it.” Now I understood the U-Haul thingy.

Sam rubbed her arm and snickered. Finally my laptop appeared as well as my stats stuff.

“I really hate to disappoint you Emme. But…tomorrow morning is going to be study time.” Sam truly sounded regretful. “I have a lot of work to make up because of you.” She winked wickedly.

“Well…” I giggled. “I really hate to disappoint you…Sam. But I also really have a ton of work to make up because of you!” I grinned slyly back at her. “Anyway…I don’t care what we do as long as we can do it together. We don’t even need to speak to each other or anything.”

“Here…” Sam took my creams and lotions. “Let’s put these in the bathroom.”

Following her in with my hands full, I deposited my stuff atop the toilet tank. It was at that moment I noticed that Sam had the exact same face and body lotions as I did. I couldn’t help but grin and, at the same time, become emotional. And so the tears began to fall. Sam turned to see me crying. She immediately embraced me.

“What’s wrong baby girl.” She cooed softly.

Trying to gain control of myself, I simply shrugged my shoulders. I hugged her tightly and bent my head to nestle in her breasts.

“I’m just happy to be with you.” I whimpered. “This just feels so…” I had to think of the right word. Derp… “…so right?”

“Yeah… I know.” Sam said softly. “But let’s go slowly. All this is new to us.” Sam lifted my chin and smiled. “Especially for me...” She gently touched my cheek with her fingertips. “So… Why don’t you wash your face? You’re makeup ran.” Sam giggled. “Change out of your clothes and get into something comfy. Chill a little… We’re going to have a nice relaxed evening.”

Feeling greatly relieved that Sam was going to go easy, I did just exactly as she suggested. I can’t begin to relate my joy that I was having another go at her…with her. And the very fact that she bought the lotions I first used on her made me realize that I truly did matter to her. She really listened to what I had to say…even on something as seemingly trivial as the lotions.

After washing off my makeup and applying a face cream, I went back into the bedroom. Although Sam was not there, she took the time to make space for me on her desk. My puter was set up…mouse and all.

I quickly changed out of Pat’s blouse and my skirt, hung them up, took off my bra, and slid into a sleeping tee. It was two sizes too large but I liked them that way; roomy. I slipped my feet into my sandals and walked out into the main room.

Sam, dressed in a tee and jean shorts, was sitting hunched over the coffee table. She was speaking on the phone as she shifted through some papers. From her look of absolute concentration, I naturally assumed the conversation was important. I noticed a tall tumbler off to her right. Walking over to her, Sam glanced up at me and smiled. I saw that her tumbler was empty.

Picking it up off the table, I gave it a sniff and smelled the fruit juice remnants. Straight to the kitchen I went. Seeing the pitcher full of juice when I opened the refrigerator door, I poured Sam another tumbler full and I rummaged around looking for something to snack on. I was getting hungry and I knew Sam had be after working out.

After finding a hard salami sausage and some cheeses, I sliced some of both and set the pieces onto a large dinner plate. Their grocery cabinet had a nice assortment of crackers and toasted breads in sealed bags. I took a small assortment of several and set them about the edge of the plate. I returned to where Sam sat and placed the plate, and her drink, where she could easily reach them.

Returning to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of the juice and went into Sam’s bedroom. She looked too involved with whatever and I didn’t want to disturb her. Turning on my laptop, I began to review what I was tasked with knowing…stats wise. I must have been working for at least half an hour when I heard Sam call.

“Emmie…?” She called out.

Fast doesn’t begin to describe how quickly I shot into the main room. Sam was still hunched over and rubbing her eyes and temples.

“You okay…?” I asked.

“Yeah…” Sam gazed at me. “I have to work with this stupid bitch who’s totally clueless about what we’re doing.” She sighed. “Don’t you want any of this?”

“No…” I grinned. “I was getting hungry so I thought you must be starving.”

Sam just looked at me with surprise.

“You mentioned something about…pizza?” I lilted.

“Oh yeah…” Sam straightened up and smiled. “My bad… I just get too involved with what I’m doing. She texted me for some info she should have already known.” She frowned. “But let’s look at the menu. This place makes really good pizza. Not killer… But good none the less…”

Sam got up and joined me in her bedroom. She sat down at her desk top puter and in an instant a pizza menu appeared. Whilst we gazed at it, Sam began to rub her neck.

“Hey…!” I smirked. “That’s my job!”

And as we both went down the list, I began to massage Sam’s neck. Her head dropped down and she moaned her pleasure. Within moments Sam’s hands were resting upon mine, gently following my motions.

“Maybe you should reconsider becoming a massage therapist?” Sam giggled.

“Hmmm…” I grinned. “You’ll be my only customer. I don’t do this for just anybody.” I snickered.

“I normally get a custom pie.” Sam muttered without moving her head.

“What do you get on it?” I rested my chin atop her head.

Sam slowly began to list every kind of meat offered. Then she listed the cheeses and garlic, basil, dry roasted tomatoes, fresh oregano…well…you get the idea. It was definitely overkill for me though; especially when she said anchovies! Ewww…! Not a fave of mine…!

“Maybe I can get something different?” I mewed. “That’s a bit much for me.”

“Sure…” Sam’s head was still down and my fingers working feverishly. “What’s your pleasure?”

“Well…?” I lilted. “The caprice with the prosciutto and basil sounds wonderful.” I giggled.

“It is. I’ve had that before. It’s just that I’m in a meaty frame of mind…and starving.” Sam chuckled.

Once again, without moving her head, Sam dialed the pizza shop and placed the order for delivery. Then she spoke about the movie.

“It’s kind of a lesbian rom-dram?” Sam finally lifted up her head and gazed at me. “Can you do that on my shoulders a little?”

“Why of course…” I snickered.

“It’s about this married woman, not gay, who begins to crush on this woman who is.” Sam stretched her head and neck back toward me. “I’ve heard that it’s good. There’s supposed to be a great kissing scene in it.”

“Lesbian soft porn…?” I chuckled.

“Kind of…I guess… I generally like a good action movie? But I’m also guessing you’re not into blood baths and stuff.”

“I like vampire movies?” I said meekly. “Like…‘Underworld…?”

“Yeah… Kate always looks hot in leather, neoprene, and spandex.” Sam chuckled.

Of course I had to slap her arm…again.

“Owww…!” Sam snickered. “You’re so violent today. Oh…by the way…I got some coconut oil.” She turned to grin lewdly at me. “Maybe we can open it tonight.”

“We’ll have to see how well behaved you are for the rest of the evening.” I chided and grinned slyly at her.

We talked for a while longer. But as the delivery time approached, I stopped my efforts and went into the kitchen. Gathering up small plates, knives, forks, and napkins, I set them out on the coffee table top. Sam came in just as I was finishing. She had a box of tissues which she also set on the table.

“We don’t need those. I set out napkins.”

“Listen… I know you well enough to know that you’ll be shedding tears sometime during the course of this flick.” Sam grinned.

She knew me already. Sam knew that my emotions sometimes ran close to the surface. Sometimes…? Quite often actually…especially around her…! Beginning to fetch the pitcher of juice, Sam followed me into the kitchen. She opened the cabinet beneath the basin and brought out a bottle of Murphy’s stout. The bottle was huge; a twenty two ounce British pint.

“We can share this if you’d like.” Sam grinned and took down two glass mugs from the very top of her dinnerware cabinet.

“Sure…” I smiled. “I like sharing stuff with you.” I crooned and hugged her.

When the pizzas finally arrived, Sam brought them in and the aroma quickly filled the room. She set both boxes down on the table; one at either end. Opening each box, the delight of the colors, and an even stronger burst of aromas, bathed me in their essence. After separating the slices on Sam’s pie, I began to slide a slice onto her plate.

“Oh… You don’t need to do that baby girl.” Sam snickered. “I’ll just eat it right out of the box.”

Smiling at her, I slipped a slice of my pie onto the plate. Sam opened the bottle of stout and filled our mugs. Cutting off a piece of my slice with a knife and fork, I ate it and moaned my pleasure. Sam watched me with an amazed look.

“I’ve never seen anyone eat pizza with a knife and fork.” She said wide eyed. “You amaze me.”

“I hate to get my hands all ‘slockie’ with pizza stuff.” I grinned.

Sam simply shook her head and smiled. She turned on the telly and set up the movie.

“You are the neatness freak.” She chuckled.

“Totally…” I smiled.

And as the movie began, we continued to eat and drink. It didn’t take long for me to see that this was going to be a special movie. Two women pass one another in a park. They gaze at each other for only a few seconds and instantly I could see the chemistry between them. There was no doubt that they were attracted to one another at first sight.

In the time I ate two slices, Sam had gobbled up three quarters of her pie plus a slice from mine. I had Sam stop the movie so I could put the remaining slices away. The quicker that’s done, the better they keep. I found plastic zip bags beneath the basin and I placed two slices side by side in each bag. As I returned to the couch, I noticed Sam grinning at me.

“I would have just stuck the box in the fridge.” She smirked.

“It’ll keep better this way.”

“I’ll go with your take.” Sam smiled. “Breakfast of champions…”

‘Really…?’ I thought. ‘For breakfast…?’

Anyway…I settled back down on the couch. This time I snuggled up to Sam. She raised her arm and I settled into her side with her arm around me and my legs across her lap. Sam started the movie where we left off. By now I knew the main theme was ‘soul mates’. But the pacing was such that as they kept running into one another, the intensity of their mutual attraction grew.

When Sam first told me about this movie, I thought it was just one of those bored house wives looking for adventure movies. But when the ‘famous five minute kiss’ scene played…and it was heated…like red hot…I felt it throughout my entire being. Nestling even closer…if that was even possible…into Sam’s side, I thought of how I felt when we kissed…really kissed.

“Now that’s what I call a kiss!” Sam fidgeted and held me a little tighter.

“Huh…?” I couldn’t believe she said that!

“That kiss…? Oh my God…!” She smiled down at me, her face aglow against the light from the screen. “It reminds me of…us.” Sam giggled.

Reaching for the first tissue of the evening, it took all my strength to nod my head. Sam couldn’t have said anything sweeter or more fitting. As I blotted my tears, I turned my face into her breasts and clung to her with my other arm.

Engulfed in the scent she always seemed to exude, I wished Sam would simply flip me onto my back and attack my lips with her own. I wanted…no…I longed to be ravished as these two women were doing to each other with their lips.

Another two tissues came with the scene of the straight woman asking…actually telling...the other to make love to her. Oh…my…God…! The amazing chemistry of these actors…the ability to project such a longing and needy desire with just her eyes was unbelievable. One could easily believe these two women were real time lovers.

In between their meetings, a small pile of tissues built up on the table. The lesbian’s friends, both gay and straight, were on her case about getting together with a straight married woman. The married woman suffered a lot of inner doubts; especially about her marriage to a pastor…of all people.

And she seriously had doubts about their community, which was basically his congregation, and how they would view a same sex relationship involving the pastor’s wife. I felt for each and every doubt the women had.

Even Sam used one or two tissues. Obviously there were more than one or two issues that touched her deeply. The lesbian was recovering from the death of her lover from cancer. Evidently she suffered alongside of her beloved as her lover slowly died. Although I never went through that kind of loss, it did remind me of the absence of the mother I never really had…and the separation…short as it was…from Sam.

Just at the most opportune moment…I was in mid sob and Sam was comforting me…my phone went off. Meh…

“Crappers…!” I hopped up and ran to Sam’s bedroom to fetch my phone. “It’s my dad!” I said upon returning to the couch. “Hi daddy…” I sniffled as Sam giggled.

“Hi baby… Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” I smiled as my tears flowed. “I’m good.”

“Then why are you crying?”

“Oh…” I lilted. “We’re watching a rom-dram and it’s the dramatic part.”

“I didn’t hear from you and I was a little worried.”

“No… Everything is really good.” I laughed amid my tears. “And…” I smiled warmly at Sam. “I’m here with my…friend.”

“Are you having one of those pizza and Netflix nights?” I could tell he was affecting anger.

“Yes daddy…” I giggled as he laughed. “How did you know?”

“Instincts… And she’s sitting right next to you?”

“Yes daddy…” I grinned and dried my eyes again.

“Put me on speaker!” He snickered.

“Oh daddy…!” I whined.

“Do it!”

There was no saying no to my dad. But he wasn’t that kind of person that I needed to worry about. But he just loved to embarrass me…but in a good way. So I did as he requested.

“Sam…!” He said strongly.

“Yes… I’m here.” Sam grinned, trying desperately to control herself from laughing.

“You better be good to my baby!”

“Oh daddy…” I whined and shook my head.

“Because if you’re not…I will come down there and kill you and your cat!” Again with his affected anger… That’s my dad!

“But I don’t have a cat.” Sam snickered.

“Then I’ll buy you one and kill it!”

Both of us burst out laughing.

“Don’t worry sir.” Sam put her arm around me. “I promise to take good care of her.”

“You better!” He snickered. “Now let me speak to that worm again.”

‘Worm…?’ Sam mouthed with a giggle.

Finishing up the call with my dad, I gazed at Sam.

“He called me his little weasel at one time. He still does on occasion.”

“And where does that come from?” Sam laughed.

“Well…” I lilted and rolled my eyes. “When I was a baby…my finger nails would scratch his face. He has the same skin type as me. So I would leave these welts?”

“Yeah…” Sam said. “So where…”

“Wait…” I stopped Sam and snickered. “So it reminded him of some record cover of this guy shaving with a weasel and the album’s name was ‘Weasels Ripped My Flesh’. So that’s how I got that name.”

“Oh yeah…” Sam glanced away it thought. “I think that’s a Frank Zappa album. And where does ‘worm’ come from?”

“Oh…” I wiped my nose with a tissue. “He was in the military and he would call any of the people below his ranking ‘worms’.” I snickered. “I remember when he had to leave the boats. He was really upset but they did promote him to rear admiral so that was kind of cool.”

“He was in the Navy?” Sam suddenly perked up.

“Yeah… He just loved submarines.” I arched my brows. “They call them ‘boats’ you know.”

“Well…” Sam was suddenly very interested. “What does he do now?”

“Well…? He still kind of works for the Navy. He’s in Norfolk and he deals with the private contractors? I’m not really sure of what he does but it has something to do with the research and development of the electronic systems?”

“Shit…!” Sam laughed. “He probably knows more about computers than that idiot I’m stuck with. So your dad knows about me?”

“Yeah…” I sighed. “That day…by the tree…?” Sam knew what I was speaking about and nodded. “I called him that night. I was really upset and needed somebody to talk to. You know?”

“Yeah…” Sam sighed. “And he’s cool with it…with us?”

“Well…? Yeah…” I shrugged. “Why wouldn’t he be?”

Sam simply stared at me for the longest time.

“You know?” She sighed. “For someone with so little family you have a lot of family in that man. I mean you weren’t the ordinary kid and we don’t exactly have an ordinary everyday kind of relationship? You’re very lucky.” Sam scowled. “I won’t begin to tell you what my family thinks of me.”

Sam gazed down at my fingers and, taking my hand, fidgeted with them. I truly felt for her. I couldn’t have been any easier for her growing up than for me. At least my dad was on my side.

“Well…?” I placed my hands upon her cheeks. “You have me as your family. And if you have me…then you have my dad as well.” I kissed her lips. “And…” I giggled and gently touched her cheek. “You forgot to put lotion on your face.”

Sam blushed and snickered. I loved how red her already reddish cheeks became when she blushed. She hugged me and I her. I loved these moments when we felt…united?

“So…” Sam giggled. “You want to see the rest of this flick? It’s rumored that the really hot scenes are coming up.”

And come up they did! Although beautifully photographed, I couldn’t help taking mental notes on the sexual pleasing of one’s personal lesbian. But what surprised me was much of what they were doing didn’t necessarily require the loss of my panty. Rubbing with one’s leg or hand kind of stuff? But mouth action was definitely required. Hmmm…

Of course the really heavy drama was saved for the last potion of the flick. The wife finds out she’s pregnant. The husband finds out about the affair. Her son and daughter find out about the affair. The son doesn’t take it well. She leaves her husband after the congregation finds out. The lesbian breaks up with her. But they finally get back together again. Whew…! Talk about drama…!

When the flick finally ended, Sam switched on the end table lamp and chuckled. In the center of the coffee table rested a pile…no…a small mountain of used tissues!

“We could do another flick if you’d like.” Sam snickered. “But I’ll need to get a bigger table.”

Quickly grabbed the mess on the table, I put everything in the kitchen. As Sam walked into the bedroom I threw the mess in the garbage and washed the two beer mugs. After taking one last look around, I saw that everything was in order and went to join Sam.

She had set the mood for sure. The bedroom was dimly lit by spice scented candles. Music, Schumann I think, was playing softly. And the beach towel was spread out on the bed. I could hear the water running in the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” I grinned and stood in the doorway.

“Warming up the coconut oil of course...” She snickered and gazed at me. “No matter what happens tonight…it won’t happen before you work your finger magic on me.” Sam slipped off her panty and flung it into the shower. “I really hope you have no problem with vagina.”

“No…? I don’t think so. I mean…I’ve never really seen one before…for real.”

“Well…” Sam chuckled nervously. “Maybe we’ll both get lucky tonight.”

And so Sam stretched out upon the towel and, after doffing my clothes, save my panty…of course…I went to work. After a very short time, I found myself drifting off into the sensation of Sam’s muscled back and shoulders slipping and sliding beneath my fingers.

Between the music and my ministrations upon Sam’s ample body, I was almost as deeply zoned out as Sam was. By the time I got to her feet, she was purring softly and asleep. I couldn’t resist. I simply had to do it. It was totally mindless and totally impulsive.

Very carefully and slowly I lowered myself onto Sam’s back. The sensation of her nakedness against my own almost total nakedness was…amazing...no...epic! I would swear I could feel her energy…her spirit…flowing into me and mine into her. As I nuzzled my cheek next to hers, the aromas of the oil and her soap scent were intoxicating.

“Mmmm…” I heard Sam purr, her voice low and smoky.

We stayed like that for a few minutes. The heat of her body warmed my heart. Not wanting this very innocent coupling to ever end was oh so tempting. But it was 'the road not taken'. The desire to not have this evening end won out..,easily.

“Turn over mama bear.” I whispered into her ear as I got off her body. “This meal is only half eaten.”

“Oh God… I really don’t want to move but…”

Sam rolled over, flopped onto the towel again, and grinned.

“I am a glutton for this kind of punishment.” Sam grinned.

“Punishment…?” Really…?

“Yeah… You’re making me truly regret the past week.” She snickered.

“Good…! Serves you right!” I giggled.

And so I continued to ‘torture’ Sam with my hands and fingers. And she continued to purr her approval. Although she had her eyes closed, mine were wide open. I took in every little curve, every tiny little hair in the cleft of her breasts, and every little birth mark. I was fascinated by the size and coloration of her nipples. From a pale pink they became rose red. But I refrained from teasing them.

Spreading her legs so that I might sit between them, I stared at her vagina. Her pubic mound was full and plump. I could see her vaginal lips with her clitoris…she calls it her ‘bean’…just peeking through. A fine layer of fluid glistened along the cleft of her divide. By the time I got to her feet, the divide, and its lips, had swollen up and flowered.

Though I was sorely tested, I resisted touching her vaginal at all. I didn’t feel it was my place to take such familiarity with her…not yet anyway. Such intimacy wasn’t requested. And having so little experience…actually none…with that kind of intimacy, I wasn’t about to ruin the moment. Sam was in a state of bliss and that was more than enough for me.

Finally settled into Sam’s bed, I nestled into her side with my leg across her tummy. The aroma of the coconut oil was thick in my nose. I gently rubbed her tummy with my hand as she held me close with her arm. The silence was comforting.

“Let’s play truth or dare.” I softly whispered.

“What…? Now…?” Sam groaned in surprise. “You want to start drinking now?”

“No silly…” I giggled.

“So what do you have in mind for a dare?”

Sam moaned softly as my tummy rub was having its desired effect. It took only a moment to come up with something…drastic?

“How’s this? If you don’t want to answer, you have to not only look at my dick, you also have to touch it.”

Sam was quiet for the longest time.

“That’s pretty radical…don’t you think?” She finally said. I nodded. “And if I don’t want to play? Then what…?”

“You never have to see it. Not ever…” I whispered.

“Why are we even playing this game?” Sam sounded slightly annoyed.

“Because…” I sighed. “Because there are things about you that I want to know and there are things about me you want to know. I mean we’re sort of naked in bed and it feels so…maybe too comfortable? And I want to know why.”

I could feel Sam kind of shrug.

“Okay…” She said calmly. “Who goes first?”

“Let me…okay?” Sam nodded. “Okay… Am I a rebound?”

“No… I don’t do rebounds…anymore.” Sam sighed. “I did it once as a senior in high school and once my first year in college. Both times I made really poor choices. My turn now...”

“Okay…”

“Have you ever had an orgasm?”

I glanced up at Sam.

“We can stop here if you’d like.” She grinned.

“No…!” I insisted. “Never have I ever…or is that a different game…?”

“You mean you never…”

“No…” My voice quavered. “Not ever… I tried a few times…you know?” I gazed at Sam. “But it never seemed to work. So I stopped.” I sighed sadly. “I have an idea of what’s supposed to happen. But it just never did.” I began to softly sob.

“I’m sorry I asked that one baby.” I could hear Sam’s concern. “I really am.” She hugged me.

“Don’t be Sam. We’re getting to know each other and that’s a fair question.” I sniffled.

Sam reached to her night stand and handed me a tissue.

“So…” I paused and thought for a minute and grinned. “When you first saw me…did you feel an instant attraction…kind of like in the movie?”

“I thought that you were terminally cute for sure.” Sam giggled. “But I had to check you out first.”

“What…?” I got up on my elbow to stare…maybe glare at her?

“Yeah…” Sam snickered. “I took a chance that you would be at the coffee shop around three thirty the next day. So I checked you out for a few days.”

“Why…? How…?”

“Did you know you furrow your brow when you study? Did you know that every once in a while you look around as if you’re making sure nobody’s watching you? I even saw you blow off several guys and two cute women. And do you know that your posture tells me you’re all closed up…and closed in?”

“So what made you sit down with me that day?”

“I would have sat down at your table even if the coffee shop was totally empty.” Sam snickered. “I really had to know what was making you bite you lip. Did you know you do that when you’re stressed? It’s also really fucking cute.”

“No…” I giggled. “I didn’t know that.”

“It was then, that very moment when you said ‘sure’ and smiled, that I felt something intense.” I sighed. “That never happened before. But I wasn’t sure about you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well…? I didn’t know whether you were gay or straight. I mean you were friendly enough. And most people figure I’m gay just by looking at me. You even said it. You called it…” She paused for a moment. “…the ‘Ellen look'? “But I got no reading from you and my ‘gaydar’ is usually right on. And then when you offered to buy me a coffee…and you seemed so friendly?” I could feel Sam shaking her head. “I figured straight girl or not…I was going for it.”

“Well it did seem only fair since you were kind enough to help me with stats.”

“Yeah… But I’ve seen too many ‘LUGs’.”

“What’s a LUG?” A new one for me…

“Lesbian Until Graduation…? Straight girls experimenting…? I definitely did not want any part of that!”

“You know Jeanie and Pat checked you out on Facebook and Instagram.”

Sam chuckled.

“They wanted to find out if you were seeing anybody…or something.” I giggled

“Yeah… Some random G.A. did those pages for me. The Dean and my grantors wanted me to advertise myself and I’m just not into that. Honestly…? I don’t even know what they wrote.”

“Wow…! That’s kind of weird.” I didn’t really understand. “Are you shy? I don’t think so.”

“Listen baby girl…” Sam wrapped her other arm around. “It doesn’t matter where you go to school or where you work. It only matters what you do whilst you’re there.” I suddenly kind of rolled on top of her and grinned. “Ohhh… I think I like this.” She groaned.

Sam’s gaze was just so dreamy and her smile…amazing. I rested my head on her breasts again. They were so plump and lush. If anything, I envied her…endowment?

“So… What about you?” Sam asked. “When did you…”

“Almost instantly…” I didn’t even let her finish her question. “I just felt…” I sighed. “I don’t know. I just felt this vibeg from you?” I raised my head to glance at Sam. “And when you asked me to that dance thing…? I was totally thrilled? I mean it’s not like I’ve never been asked out before. It’s just that this was the first time I actually wanted to be with the person doing the asking.”

“I was so afraid you’d say no.” Sam whispered. “You seemed a little…reluctant?”

“Yeah…” I giggled. “It wasn’t you though. I just don’t do well in crowds. You know…lots of people I don’t know?”

“But you said yes anyway.”

“I wanted to be with you. I figured that if I held onto your arm…I’d be alright.” I hugged Sam. “I’m glad I did.”

“Yeah…” Sam snickered. “Me too…”

“Do you remember the first time you kissed me?” I giggled and snuggled between Sam’s boobs.

“Oh God…” She sighed and snickered. “So I have to find a sentimental chick. Yeah…how could I forget? It was outside the library.”

“Nopers…! It was in the Rat when we met what’s her name…Alex…the…what did you call her…the
+ narcissist? You kissed me on the cheek.”

“Oh I’m going to need to take notes with you.” Sam laughed and my head gently bounced with her boobs. “You’re going to remember every single word I say and every single thing I do.”

“Yeppers…” I snickered. “Sam…?”

“Hmmm…”

“Are you happy…right now?”

“Yeah…”

Sam inhaled and let her breath out slowly. She suddenly rolled me over and gazed into my very surprised eyes and grinned. Sam slowly lowered her head until our lips met in the most amazing kiss ever! My arms went around her and I rubbed her back all the way down from her shoulders to her butt. We moaned into each other’s mouth as our lips and tongues tried their hardest to intertwine.

The weight of her body was…it felt so…real? It felt as though I really possessed another living human being who actually cared…and felt…and thought…as I did. As we continued to kiss and embrace one another, Sam rolled us over once again. The feeling of her nakedness against mine made me feel as though we were actually joined in both spirit and flesh…body and soul.

“Good morning sweetness…” She crooned softly.

“Mmmm…” Was all I could manage to…say?

“Sleep well?”

“Mmmm…” I grinned.

“Well…” Sam giggled. “I can see this is going to be a constructive day. You ready to get up?”

“No…! Never…!” I snickered. “I want to stay like this forever!”

But Sam would have none of that. She viciously attacked me by tickling my sides and tummy. I jumped out of bed with nothing on but my panty. Sam quickly followed.

“I’ve been waiting for you to get out of bed.” Sam chuckled. “Now go and put up the coffee whilst I shower. I’m quick so you’d better be as well.”

Putting on my tee shirt, robe and sandals, I went to do my mistress’s bidding…with a smile. Visions of her nudity danced in my mind and did her kisses and hugs. Last night was the best night I’d ever had. And all we really did was eat, watch a movie, massage, talk, and...cuddle?

Sam was good to her word. In less than ten minutes, she came out dressed in only her panty and her sleeping tee.

“Okay baby girl… Your turn…” She grinned. “I’ll get breakfast going. How does eggs over easy on toast grab you?”

“Great…” I hugged and quickly kissed her on my way to the bathroom.

Thoughts of us continued to fill my mind as the shower water streamed over and down my body. Using her body soap and shampoo, I came out with exuding the same scent I so loved on Sam. After redressing in a fresh panty and my tee shirt, I walked out of her bedroom to the wonderful smell of breakfast and the strong coffee.

We sat opposite of one another. Between bites of food and sips of coffee, we giggled and snickered each time we glanced at each other. I felt at home…and at home with my Sam. When we finished eating, I got up and began to clear the table and wash the dishes and utensils. I felt satiated, both physically and emotionally. As Sam watched me do my thing at the kitchen basin, she smiled.

“You know…?” She chuckled. “I feel like I got laid last night.”

“What do you mean?” I giggled.

“I don’t know. I just feel…” Sam sighed and smiled. “I just feel…amazing. Even though we didn’t do anything sexual…I feel alive. I feel like my entire being is…vibrating?”

“Yeah…” I snickered. “Me too… Is this what it really feels like?”

“What…? You mean having sex? Fucking...? Girl on girl style...?” She chuckled.

“Yeah…” I blushed.

“Almost baby girl… Only the feeling is way more intense…” Sam came over and hugged me. “Give it time. You need to give me some time.” She whispered. “I’m just not quite ready. You know?”

“I’ll give you all the time you need.” I said softly. “I want to know that feeling…but only with you. And I promise not to make it easy on you.” I giggled and pulled on her ear lobe gently with my lips.

“Ohhh… That is so intense.” Sam moaned softly. “You bitch…” She snickered. “You did that purposely!”

“Who…? Me…?” I lilted and playfully nipped at her nipple as it poked out the tee. “I would never…” I giggled a gently nipped the other one. “…ever...be a tease.” Said snickering madly...!

In spite of me wanting to play with Sam, we did spend the morning in study. Actually, Sam was teaching and I was learning. She was far more able to communicate what the G.A. simply couldn’t. By the time noon approached, I understood more than I needed to learn...though we did banter a bit during the process which made the learning much lighter and easier.

Sam and I both were getting hungry and she needed to do some grocery shopping. As we began to change into something suitable for the street, Sam observed me doing my little perfume routine.

“I love that scent. Can I do some of that?” Sam pleaded.

“Sure…”

Misting the air again, I pulled her threw the droplets.

“That feels so amazing!” Sam snickered. "Those tiny droplets feel so amazing on my face."

But when she saw me do a single drop on my finger and reach inside my panty, Sam gawked in wonder.

“Now what are you doing?”

“It’s something I learned from the slut. In fact…” I giggled. “It’s the only thing I learned from her. She does clubbing and the bar scene a lot?”

“Yeah…? So…?” Sam anxiously waited to hear this one.

“So…” I snickered. “She obviously needs to pee after all the free drinks and stuff?”

“Yeah…?” Sam smiled tentatively. “So what…?”

“So… When guys go down on her they don’t smell…” I snickered and blushed. “You know. She puts a drop just above her vagina.”

Sam burst out laughing.

“I’ve met one or two women who could have used that without having a drink. Female hygiene does vary even amongst those who should know better.” She chuckled. “Give me that crap.”

I giggled as Sam took the bottle and did as I did.

“You know?” I lilted and grinned. “I could have done that for you.”

“Well…? Let’s see. You may get your chance.” Sam blushed and giggled. “And now at least I know why your panties smell so amazing.”

“Oh my God Sam…!” I was shocked. “You didn’t!”

“Now you can sniff mine.” Sam just grinned lewdly and giggled.

“Who says I haven’t?” I smiled wryly. “You know the ones you wore after your workout?”

“Ewww…! Really…?” She grimaced.

Now Sam was the one who looked shocked. Of course I didn’t. But now she planted a seed…sort of. I did always wonder what it smelled like down there…with someone who has the right…ummm...plumbing?

We finished dressing and I grabbed my purse. Sam had only a wallet of course. She tucked it into her blue jean’s pocket and grabbed her car keys. Just when we got to the door, Lei came staggering in with her heels in her hands.

“Honey child…!” She smiled. “Sam darling…! Where are you going?”

“Shopping Lei...” Sam simply stared at her. “It must have been a good party.”

“Twas indeed…” Lei chuckled. “The white boy took from the wrong cup. Then some witch woman grab him and take him around the world!” She laughed hysterically. “That boy will never be the same again. And those two white girls…” Lei shook her head and grinned. “They party just like us. The lady girl hooked up with this rude boy I brought to her.”

“What about Pat?” I asked frantically. 'Rude boy'...?

“Oh… She drink from the same as the white boy only she knows what was in the cup. And she hook up with the other white girl and the rude boy.” Now tears rolled down Lei’s plump cheeks as she laughed. “When I give them a rude boy…I know what he can do!”

“Are they back in the dorm?” My concern was not masked.

“Yes darling child… They are back safe and in good order.” Lei smiled. “I cannot say what happened to the white boy though.” She scratched her head. “He disappeared with that witch woman.”

“Poor Chase…” I giggled. “I think Jeanie may have lost her ‘special’ friend zone friend.”

“Hmmm…” Sam grinned at me. “I have a feeling that Pat might have might have lost more than just her gold star.” She snickered. “Do not…” Sam admonished. “I repeat…do not ever go to a party with this one...” She pointed at Lei. “…unless I go with you!”

We left the apartment as Lei, giggling incessantly, went to her room. She had yet another party that night which meant Sam and I could be alone again. The Gods were being all too kind. Sam’s car was a really nice little Honda Civic. She unlocked the doors with her key fob but still opened the door for me. And we were off to the store.

One thing I never understood is why most cars I saw had black interiors. This is South Florida! It gets really hot. Our summers last nearly eight months. So why have a black interior which only traps the heat? At least the car was white.

Sam put on some jazz when she connected her phone to the stereo system. It was a pleasant change from the hard rock, metal, and industrial music the roomies played. And a really pleasant change from the pop divas the slut couldn’t seem to hear enough of.

We drove down to Trader Joe’s across from Dadeland. I loved shopping there but rarely was able to find the time. It required a train ride and several walks and I couldn’t imagine that with tons of food. They were also a little more costly than the local market. So my meal plan had to do for the most part.

My problem is that I wanted to buy everything I saw when I entered any market so I let Sam lead the way. Though Sam tended to eat reasonably healthy foods, she was no expert on picking the veggies that were the best. That’s where I proved to be helpful. And she did load up on the cheeses. But when we were in the fresh fish area I had an inspiration.

“I want to cook you dinner.” I said excitedly. “The cod fish looks amazing and I can make it kind of Greek style?”

“Oh no…! Oh no you don’t...!” Sam chided with a smile. “You’re not getting out of buying me dinner tonight.”

“Well…? What about for lunch tomorrow?”

“There’ll be left overs for sure.” Sam grinned.

This was something I really wanted to do for Sam…for us. Kind of like…a romantic candle lit dinner for the two of us…dare I say it…at home? But when Sam…sweet dear Sam…saw the look of utter disappointment in my eyes. She relented.

“Okay…” She smiled and placed her hands on my cheeks. “I suppose we could do an out on Sunday evening.”

Not being able to help myself, I hugged and kissed her all over her face as I repeated ‘thank you’ like it was a mantra. Sam simply hugged me and chuckled.

“You’d move in if you could. Wouldn’t you?” She snickered.

What could I do? I blushed, looked down at my nails, and smiled.

“Now that’s what a U-Haul is…moving in on the second date.” Sam chuckled. “So… Go and get what you’ll need for your Greek style culinary masterpiece.”

Giggling like a fool, now I understood. And I understood why some women felt that way. You sort of connect with the other person and you want to do everything for, with, and to them. I quickly got the veggies, some feta and blue cheese, fresh garlic, and the cod fish. I wanted this to be as special as I envisioned it.

Of course Sam was amused, and bemused, by me and my actions. She simply watched as I scurried away and returned each time to the cart to dump the fixings in the child’s seat part of our cart. I wanted to keep this special culinary treat in its components together.

When we got to the checkout line, I even bagged them separately. As we loaded our purchases into the car, Sam gazed at me and smiled.

“I’m kind of glad you were with me.” She grinned. “You’re really much pickier than I am when it comes to the fresh veggies. And even with the cheeses and meats… Where did you learn all that stuff?”

“Well…” I sighed. “I couldn’t live with my dad; him being gone for periods of time. So I lived with his parents. And my grandmother was the worst. She’d actually make the store people go in back to check for fresher lemons. How do you know a lemon’s not fresh?” I snickered.
“I mean really…? So I picked it up from her I guess.”

On the way back to Sam’s apartment, she continued to ask about living with my grandparents.

“And they were okay with you being trans?” Sam queried.

Placing my hand on hers, I had to make one correction.

“Please Sam…” I begged. “I hate the word trans. It implies passing through or moving…you know? I was born a female. But simply in the wrong body... I think being ‘reborn’ is a much better way of describing it.”

“Okay…” Sam quickly glanced at me. “I’m good with that.”

“I was already living in my ‘reborn’ form. And since I didn’t have much to show otherwise…”

“Yeah…” Sam said softly. “I never would have guessed. I mean even when you were in just your panty, I simply thought you had…well…some women have very pronounced vaginas; huge labia and such. So I just thought that was you. You know?”

“And when something serious had to be done medically…like a hormone adjustment or something… it would need to wait for my dad to be back in port. Then he’d help me deal with it. So my grands never really knew much other than I was little strange and that was just ducky with me.”

“You know…I’ve never really been a part of the ‘community’ down here. But I do know that even amongst the LGBTQs and whatever...there’s a lot of resentment toward the BTQ and whatever end of the spectrum. That’s part of the reason I avoid the community as a whole.” Sam frowned.

“I avoid anything that tends to put labels on people anyway.” I paused for a moment. “I mean I sign petitions and do the marching things occasionally but…to be honest…I never really had the time. I remember this one time in school when this girl just came up to me and told me she was gay.

“I suppose it was because I didn’t go whacko over guys. And because I didn’t seem to be into girls…she thought I was gay but in the closet? It would have been much more interesting if she came up to me and said she was a techie or a musician of something. Then she might have been fun to hang with.”

“Yeah…” Sam groaned. “In a way it’s like coming up to somebody and saying that you’re a girl when it’s so very obvious.” She suddenly giggled. “It’s like with baby dykes or hundred footers.”

“Huh…?” Clueless…again…!

“Well…” Sam grinned. “Like with Pat. Even though she’s been out forever, she seems to always wear something…earrings, or a bracelet, or something…with the rainbow theme. You usually see that with newbees…or…in the vernacular…baby dykes. Or…” She lilted. “You can spot them from a hundred feet away.”

We both giggled at that.

“I honestly had my doubts about being who I am” Sam said soberly.

“Why…?” I exclaimed. “You seem so…together?”

“Well…? I never looked or felt right in a dress or a skirt. And heels made my feet hurt. Then, whenever I, or anybody else, put makeup on me, I always looked like a clown? It just never felt right.” Sam exhaled loudly. “And…on top of it all…finding other girls to be attractive seemed a little weird to me?”

“What about now?”

“I’ve been over all that for a long time now. It just got to the point where I just didn’t give a crap.” She snickered. “And when I discovered that I could get hotter women than any of the guys could…it was all over.”

Thinking about what Sam just said, I had to ask.

“How did you know what to do? You know…the sex thing?”

Of course she laughed.

“Oh baby doll… I’ve been popping the bean since I was eight.”

“Huh…?” Derp…!

“Playing with myself? And we all have basically the same equipment.” Sam giggled. “It’s all a matter of how you get there. It’s like the old joke? How do you get to Carnegie Hall? Practice…! Practice…! Practice…!”

We both laughed.

“So…” I snickered. “Now you’re a virtuoso?”

Sam glanced quickly at me and grinned lewdly.

“I never kiss and tell.” Sam snickered. “And what about you…? Any doubts…ever…?”

“No…” I lilted. “I guess because I started so young…no puberty or nothing…passing was never an issue? I guess the only time I ever think about it is when I wish I had somebody I could be close to.” I sighed sadly. “I mean I wouldn’t even let a guy kiss me.”

I sighed wistfully.

“I mean…how could I…? I sort of knew what would come next. Sooner or later I would need to tell them. And I was never willing to do that…certainly not ever when I was in school. I would become freak of the week or something. Plus which…aside from the physicality…guys were just not all that interesting?”

My emotions were rising and Sam could tell from my suddenly wavering voice.

“Look…” Sam was firm. “We really don’t need to discuss this.”

“No…” I wiped away a single tear with my hand. “I want to.”

“Okay Emmie… But if you ever don’t want to talk about something…it’s okay.”

“That day at our spot…when I told you? The look in your eyes…? And on your face…? That look really shattered me.”

“I’m sorry baby. Honestly I am.” Sam sounded truly sad and regretful.

“No…” I insisted. “It’s okay. Really…! I should have told you sooner. I never wanted to evoke such…such sadness and such anger in you. I really never wanted to upset you like that. You mean too much to me. Waiting that long was totally unfair of me. I just wanted our moments together to last. It was…selfish.” I reached into my purse for a tissue.

Sam placed her hand upon mine. She gently squeezed and then she rubbed my fingers.

“Look baby girl…” She took a deep breath. “I didn’t mean to but I’m sure I hurt you. I mean seriously hurt you. But just think for a minute. If you did tell me sooner…let’s say at the dance or shortly thereafter…we might not be here together right now.

“I honestly don’t know where this is going to go. But I do know that I feel.” Sam smiled. “And I feel so fucking good when we’re together. Kind of complete... You know? And what’s just as important than simply feeling good around you, we’re truly getting to know one another. I really do like what I’m discovering…about you…and me…and us.”

“Me too…” I sniffled and wiped my nose as our fingers intertwined. “And I guess I’m kind of a U-Haul after all.” I giggled.

Sam chuckled.

“You are definitely not a U-Haul. Let me tell you what happens with a U-Haul.” She laughed. “They show up for the second date with a small van full of their shit. They move in. You have a few weeks of wild, random, and amazing sex. Then you discover they’re either dopers, drinkers, clingers, or plain old brainless. So…” Sam lilted with a grin. “I think that disqualifies you on all counts.” She chuckled.

Before I knew it we were back at the village. Thankfully we only had to make one trip with all the bags of food. I was amazed at just how strong Sam really was as she took three in each of her large hands. Then came the task of stowing away all the things we bought. Lei’s door was closed and we both assumed she was asleep; recharging for the next party that night.

We were both too ravenous too even think about making lunch. And Sam was very insistent upon not ruining our appetites for dinner. So we went to the Rat for a snack. Walking with our arms around each other’s waists made me realize just how very much I had missed Sam. And as we sat and nibbled…well…I nibbled and Sam inhaled…our snack, we simply sat in comfortable silence and grinned stupidly at one another.

As we walked back to the Village, once again with arms around one another, Sam discussed where I was taking her for dinner. I’d heard about Havana Harry’s but had never eaten there. Only knowing that the food was supposedly amazing and the portions enormous, I knew little else.

“How should I dress?”

Sam chuckled.

“Dress ‘chica’ style.” She replied.

“Chica style…?”

“Yeah… A chica doesn’t take a dump without first getting dressed, styling her hair, and doing her makeup.” Sam snickered. “That includes the false eyelashes and dagger nails with assorted inlays.”

“Oh my God…! I have nothing to wear!” Sheer and honest panic…! I wanted to look good for Sam.

“God you’re so femme!” Sam laughed. “How about that dress you brought? You looked amazing in that.”

“Yeah…” I whined. “But I would have brought something a little more suitable for a fancy restaurant?”

“Oh baby girl… Havana Harry’s is kind of a family place?” Sam came and hugged me. “And you look amazing in anything you wear. Just dress comfortably and forget I ever mentioned that chica stuff.”

“I’d like to shower first. I do want to change.” I grinned. “And then I’ll make myself look hot for you.”

“Now that sounds like a plan.” Sam said and kissed me gently on the lips.

So I quickly showered and washed the day’s toil…the studying and shopping…off of me. Standing before the bathroom mirror with a towel wrapped around me, I took my curling iron and began to put some shape and volume into my otherwise limp straight hair. Sam walked in to pee. She watched me very closely.

“Can you explain why women with straight hair curl theirs and those with curly hair straighten theirs…?”

Sam spoke as she finished her business. I simply stared at her, smiled, and continued the process.

“I guess just to have a different look?”

“But what happens if their hair is somewhere in between?” Sam smiled smugly.

“They get a buzz cut?” I giggled.

Sam laughed as she passed her hand through her short spiked hair.

“Yeah…” She admitted. “That’s true…I guess.”

Sam shed her clothing and ducked into the shower. As she washed…and yes…I did more than steal a peek…I gathered her things and brought them into the bedroom with me. I neatly folded her jeans, placed them on her bed, and, as I was about to put her other things into the laundry basket, I sniffed her panty.

The scent of my perfume was still there. But so was something else; something exotic and almost musky? Inhaling that new scent off the gusset several times, I found the aroma to be…heady? I could have stood there stupidly for more than several moments but I heard Sam exit the shower. I quickly discarded her panty and top into the laundry basket just as she entered the bedroom wearing only a towel.

“Wow you’re fast!” Sam said as she towel dried her hair. “You even put my stuff in the basket! So did you whiff them?” She giggled.

Oh…my…God…!

“You did!” Sam’s face lit up and she snickered. “Didn’t you?”

My entire body must have blushed as I smiled coyly. I couldn’t look her in the eyes. No need to answer that one.

“That's okay baby girl…” Sam lilted and hugged me. “It’s only natural. Especially since I planted the idea in your head…” She ran her fingers through my hair.

“Don’t Sam.” I whined. “You’ll mess it up.”

Sam backed away but still held me by my shoulders.

“So…?” She grinned wickedly. “What did you think? How do I smell?”

Sam pulled me over to the bed and sat me down. Taking her place beside me she held my hands.

“Look…” She said seriously. “We’re both sort of feeling our way long. Right…?”

“Yeah…” I responded sheepishly.

“There was a reason I whiffed yours and there was a reason you whiffed mine. Right…?”

“I was just curious.” I glazed at Sam.

“Exactly…!” She said excitedly. “So was I. I wanted to…” Sam paused for a moment. “I wanted to see if I could tolerate what it smelled like. You know?” I nodded. “And…in truth…it was kind of…nice? I mean it was a little strong and the perfume scent was still faint but…well…it was kind of nice...almost...heady? And that was not what I expected. So…I simply want to know what your reaction was. That’s all.”

“Well…?” I giggled and glanced down at our fingers interlocked. “It was kind of nice too.”

“That’s all? Just…kind of nice…?”

“It was…” I giggled. “It was amazing actually… I mean I could really smell you. You know…?”

“Did it excite you?” Sam asked seriously.

“Well…? I think so. It was kind of musky…but in a really sweet spicy way? Does that make sense?”

“Yeah…? Kind of…?”

“I really liked it.” I grinned proudly. “But you know what I really like?”

“What’s that?"

“I really like that I can talk about stuff like this with you.” I hugged Sam.

“Yeah… Me too…” She smiled warmly. “Now we better get dressed before the seven o’clock crowd wanders into the restaurant. They’ll be there till nine…at least.” Sam snickered.

Sam watched with a mixed expression of amusement and curiosity as I did my makeup. She wholehearted approved once I finished and turned to face her. Sam’s huge grin said it all. But there was one thing I had to do before dressing.

“Come here Sam. You’ve been a very naughty girl.” I frowned and crossed my arms.

“What…?” Sam stood and came to me.

“You forgot to put on the lotion for your face.” I grinned.

“How often do I need to do this?” She was slightly annoyed.

“Well that depends.”

“On what…?” Sam grinned.

“On how often you want me to kiss that gorgeous face of yours.” I snickered. “I want it nice and soft for my lips. You should really do this every time you wash it with soap.”

Sam smiled as I applied the lotion on her face thoroughly.

“What about the rest of me?” She grinned. “I forgot to do it after the shower.”

“Well…?” I lilted with an equally wide grin. “Maybe…if you’re a really good girl at dinner…that’ll be your desert.” I kissed the tip of her nose and giggled.

Fortunately Sam was a bit more focused than me. We managed to get dressed, perfumed, and otherwise together within a half an hour. Sam thought I looked amazing. I wore a below the knee sleeveless cotton dress patterned with all the colors of the ocean from indigo to pastel green. And Sam wore a Navy blue blazer with brass buttons…you know the kind…with charcoal gray cotton trousers. I thought she looked amazing.

Driving to Havana Harry’s was fast in spite of the Saturday late afternoon traffic. Sam’s jazz played softly on the radio and the scent of my perfume…now ours…filled the air. Sam could do nothing but talk about how amazing the place was.

Parking proved to be interesting. But fortunately the adjacent businesses were closed and we could take advantage of their lot. There were people milling about outside the restaurant; not a good omen…not at all!

We were immediately assaulted by the aromas of Cuban cuisine the very moment we walked through the door. The air was thick with the aroma of roasted garlic, onions, cilantro, and amazing sauces.

And the place was packed with diners and servers scurried about; their trays piled high with food. Surprisingly enough, we were immediately seated by a window in the back. Evidently, being a family kind of place, everyone out front was waiting for larger tables.

Sam wasted no time at all. She was starving…as usual. The server had a time keeping up with Sam’s rapid firing dishes. Mariquitas, fish chicharrones, grilled pulpo, and seafood Varadero were only the appetizers! For the main course she ordered Palomilla steak and garlic snapper with shrimp!

“Did I miss anything?” She gazed at my stunned face. “Oh yeah…!”

Sam then ordered extra maduros and moro rice…and an imported beer; an iced tea for me.

“Yeah…” She face was glowing with delight. “That should do it. So…” Sam smiled at me. “What would you like?”

“Sam…!” I couldn’t believe she just me asked that.

“Just kidding baby girl…” Sam laughed. “I wanted you to sample a little bit of everything. And I warned you there’d be leftovers.” She giggled. “You should have seen the expression on your face.”

A basket of Cuban toast and whipped garlic butter arrived almost immediately after our server left with the order. Then the mariquitas came with an amazing dipping sauce loaded with herbs and garlic. Everything was toasty hot and I just couldn’t resist. Sam was one step ahead of me as she moaned her pleasure with each of the treats.

But when the fish chicharrones were served, my mouth dropped! This was like a main course for a family of four! And the aroma of anything freshly deep fried always felt like home. The fish was super fresh and dish was garnished with red onions and parsley. Then the pulpa came along with the seafood Varadero!

Now I must admit I’m not a fan of octopus. It always seemed to be slimy and just plain weird. I loved the expression on Sam’s face as I tried to…clean it? But it was actually soft and tastily spiced. And the grilling added just the right amount of crispness to the surface. Of course the seafood dish was amazing and after eating Sam’s usual diet of carbs, meat, and more carbs, seafood was an epic delight.

By the time the two main courses arrived, I was stuffed! Never being a big eater, a salad and one of the appetizers would have been enough. But I could see that Sam was definitely pacing herself with the appetizers. But her mouth literary watered as the two huge platters were put down followed by the extra sides she wanted.

Sam had the server pack up the remaining appetizers with extra dipping sauce as I inhaled the wonderful aromas coming from the two mains. Both were placed in the center of the table and we received fresh dinner plates and flatware. Sam dissected a piece of the snapper and placed it upon my plate. She did the same with the steak.

“I am so stuffed!” I patted my tummy. “I really can’t eat any more sweet heart.”

“Oh… My… God…!” Sam sat back and grinned at me.

“What…?” I giggled.

“Did that really happen?” She snickered.

“What…?” I grinned.

“You…! You actually called me ‘sweet heart’.” She snickered.

“So…?” I wasn’t getting it.

“You’ve never called me anything other than Sam. It’s a new term of endearment?” Sam snickered.

“It’s okay…right? I mean you don’t mind…do you?”

“No baby doll…” Sam lilted and took my hand. “That’s what being with someone is all about. It’s the little moments…the little things…the sweet things said that makes it all worthwhile.”

“Yeah… But I don’t know.” I whined. “This…all this is all new to me. And it’s a little scary for me…you know?”

Sam took my other hand in hers and leaned in toward me.

“It’s always this way…the first time.” Sam choked slightly on her words. “And as far as I’m concerned…? You’re my first time.” Sam kissed my fingers. “And…to be honest…I’m a little scared too.”

“Yeah…?” I whimpered.

“Listen babe… Have just one bite of the fish and the steak. Then, if you’d like, we can book it. We can talk more later if you’d like. Okay…?”

“Yeah…” I smiled. “I like it when we talk.”

We left Havana Harry’s after having Cuban coffees. Sam carried two bags with the remaining food. On the short ride back to her room, she held my hand. We rode in comfortable silence. There was much for me to digest; both physically and emotionally.

Later that evening, after the food was put away, I was washing the cosmetics off my face when Sam entered the bathroom. She calmly sat on the toilet set cover and watched me do my thing. As I was applying my nighttime cream to my face she spoke softly.

“God… You’re so femme.”

Turning to gaze at her, I took three steps and grasped her hands. As she looked up at me with a soft smile, I kissed her forehead.

“Sammie…” My emotions were rising. “I can’t tell you how important you are to me. You’re the only one in my life that really means something to me.”

She gazed up at me and I could see a tear beginning to form as she stared intensely into my eyes. And where did ‘Sammie’ come from?

“But please…please…please…! Stop saying how femme I am.” She looked surprised. “I can’t help the way I am. This is who I am. And when you say I’m so femme…it makes me think I’m femme compared to what…a ciswoman…a random gay woman…maybe compared to you? That’s what they called me before my rebirth. Femme…femmie boy…amongst other things…”

Sam simply gawked at me for the longest moment. Then I could see from her change of expression she knew what I meant. She got up after finishing her business.

“I’m really sorry baby girl.” She said very softly. “I had no idea. It’s just that…well…I’ve never met anyone like you.” Sam stood up and embraced me. “You are so totally unlike any other woman I’ve ever known. It’s like… I feel like you’re more like a wife than just a girlfriend. You know…kind of like a part of me?”

Sniffling into her shoulder, I nodded my head.

“And…I guess I feel more like a husband?” Sam whispered in my ear. “I want to protect you and shelter you and…”

She couldn’t finish her thought. But I knew what she meant.

“And when I see you do certain things…like hanging up my clothes and cleaning up after we eat and putting such effort into looking good for me…for me…!” Sam emphasized. “…and not just to be seen by other women…or men…it’s something new for me.” Sam suddenly held me off and grasped my shoulders. “You make me feel special…very special.”

“I understand sweet heart.” I smiled weakly. “This is kind of new for both of us. Like you said at dinner…”

“Oh… By the way…since you’re my baby girl…calling me mama bear is quite appropriate.” Sam giggled. “Come baby girl…let’s go to the bedroom.”

“Has anybody else called you that?”

“Nope… It’s exclusively ours. Nobody else was ever worthy of calling me that.”

“Okay…mama bear…” I giggled.

Walking into the bedroom I was pleasantly surprised. Sam went to great lengths to set a very romantic ambience. Several scented candles were placed around the room. They emitted a very pleasantly spicy scent which I loved. She had even hung up my dress and put away my shoes. Two large beach towels were spread across the bed and Chopin was playing on speakers Sam had hidden behind the night stands.

“The oil is warmed?” I asked with a huge smile.

“Of course…” Sam snickered.

“I get to do you again!” I insisted and giggled. “I love the way your body feels.”

“Okay… But there’s one condition…sort of.”

“Let me have it.” I sighed.

“That dinner tonight…? I purposely went a little over the top with the ordering.” Sam again took me by my shoulders. “So…? We’re even for quite a while baby girl.”

“Listen mama bear…!” I giggled. “I would let everything slide to do you again.”

Sam giggled as we removed our tee shirts. As I began to follow her lead, she stopped me when I began to remove my panty.

“Wait please baby girl… I’m not quite ready yet?” She said softly.

“Okay… Anyway...I’m not sure I’m ready either.” I giggled.

Sam stretched out on her bed, tummy down. The container of coconut oil sat atop the night chest on my side of the bed. Getting atop of Sam, I couldn’t help but put my nose against her back as I sat upon her butt.

“What are you doing?” She muttered into her bedding.

“I’m sniffing you.” I giggled. “I love the way your body smells.”

Sam chuckled as I ran my nose around her shoulders. I would have glued my nose to her but we both had other plans. Reaching for the oil, I planned what I was going to do. I dribbled the oil across Sam’s shoulder blades and then down her spine.

“Oh God…!” She moaned softly. “That feels so…amazing.”

Snickering, I began to spread the heated oil over Sam’s shoulders and back. Using the heels of my hands, I started to massage with a bit of pressure. I used my fingers on her neck and the cord like muscles in her shoulders. Sam’s almost constant moans and groans of pleasure assured me I was serving her properly.

After manipulating her neck and back for at least fifteen minutes…maybe more…I began to work my way slowly down Sam’s spine. Words fail to express how wonderful the sensation of touching Sam’s body felt. I simply had to close my eyes and let my hands do their job in an almost instinctual manner. I spending an inordinate amount of time on her lower back. I knew that this was where I often felt the wages of tension and stress.

Sam was totally in a place other than her bedroom. She remained still and only the sound of her occasional moans let me know she was still awake. Spreading her legs enough for me to sit between them, I decided to become a wee bit mischievous. I dribbled oil not only over her butt cheeks and thighs, but down the valley between them.

“Oh fuck…” Sam whispered as her butt cheeks suddenly tightened.

“I guess you liked that.” I snickered.

“Fuck yeah…” She whispered softly.

In spite of the little bit of extra fat we tend to have, Sam’s butt muscles were as thick and hard as her shoulders were. I was now reversed atop her and able to put my weight into my manipulations. Simply following the cords of muscle, I could actually feel where there were tiny knots.

Dribbling more oil on her body, I worked my way down Sam’s massive thighs. I was entranced by their bulk and large muscle groups. I bend down low enough to actually embrace them with my body. And as I did so, I could then easily reach below Sam’s knees. I simply closed my eyes…again…and let my fingers wander down along her calves.

I’d gone down her legs as far as I could comfortably reach. And, as much as I resisted, I had to get up and do her front. By this time the front of my body was glistening with oil.

“Sammie…? Mama bear…” I cooed but getting no reaction. “Time to roll over...”

“Mmmm…” Was her feeble response.

What else could I do? Sam was in Lala Land. So I dribbled more oil down between her butt cheeks. That opened her eyes!

“Shit…” Sam grumbled. “I think I just peed.”

“No mama bear…” I chuckled. “It’s just the oil.”

“Well…” She chuckled and began to roll over slowly onto her back. “You'll have to clean up that mess. And…” Sam pulled me down to kiss me softly. “…you have amazingly magically hands…for an amateur.” She snickered.

“Well…” I smiled slyly. “You need to give me more practice time.”

Sam just smiled and giggled. As I looked at her body, I realized that I really needed to check out massaging viddies. Doing her back was one thing. But doing her front…? Where to begin? So, being in an impish mode, I put a few drops of the still warm oil directly on her nipples.

“Oh fuck…!” She hissed. “Now you’re really not playing fair.” Her body quivered.

In spite of my snickering, I decided to begin with Sam’s face and scalp. I knew how totally amazing I felt when I rubbed my own in a certain way. I also knew that if I followed the cranial jointing, and the sutures, she would love it. Not wanting to get her hair oilier than what was on my hands, I simply went in with my fingertips. It took but moments to get the desired effect.

“Oh God…” Sam moaned softly. “That really feels really great.”

The effort I put into learning basic human anatomy began to make sense as I moved on to Sammie’s face. I was so enrapture with the sensation of her skin beneath my hands when I did her back that I totally derped on the basics. But her face was a different story. Beginning with Sam’s forehead, and a healthy dribbling of the oil on my hands, I worked my way down to her temples and then her cheeks and chin.

Giving my special attention to Sammie’s sinuses, I could actually hear her breathing more evenly. And in the position she rested, I could really go to work on her neck and each vertebrae. By the time I got to Sam’s shoulders again, my reward was to hear her gently snoring. The sound was that of a very big kitten purring.

When I dribbled the oil down between Sam’s boobs and onto her tummy she moaned her delight. The sudden sensation awaken her just enough to enjoy my spreading it with my hands. Of course I had to change my position so I slowly parted her legs again and squatted down between them again.

The first thing I noticed was her vagina…of course. I’d never seen one close up and personal like this and I was totally fascinated. But my hands never left her tummy and her eyes didn’t open to see me gawking at our one difference in anatomy.

Sam’s only real place of oil accumulation was her tummy. And rubbing her tummy with the oil made her entire midsection jiggle just a wee bit. I did one long stroke with both hands up from her groin. Then I went over her tummy, pushing upward to her boobs. And as I slowly pushed her boobs upward toward her face, I managed to gently pinch her nipples between my fingers.

“God…!” Sam moaned and grinned. “You are such a fucking tease.”

Giggling, I began to massage her hips and the small of her back. And from my present position I could really exert some pressure which Sammie greatly appreciated with her soft moans of delight. Once again I closed my eyes and savored the feeling of Sam’s body as my fingers went over and over her back and the sides of her butt. But…pardon the pun…it was time to move on.

After lifting her knees slightly, I dribbled some oil one her thighs. Working it in as I followed her muscle structure, I found the tops of her thighs to be as densely muscled as the underside. I worked each one at the same time and then concentrated on each one individually. My only hope was that Sam enjoyed this as much as I did.

Once again repositioning myself to do Sam’s ankles and feet, I could audibly hear her approval. I’ve often heard that this particular part of the body is the gateway to one’s desires and emotions. This is especially true of one’s heels.

Well…it’s true! I know this because by the time I was finished and turned to face her once again, two things became apparent. Sam’s vagina had swollen and blossomed like an orchid and she was desperately in need of a major league pedicure.

Never taking my hands off Sam’s body, I sat down between her legs and observed this wonder called the vagina. A strand of creamy looking fluid was seeping out of her slowly. Bringing my face as close as I could, I blew a stream of air over the puffed out lips.

“Oh fuck…” Sam uttered breathlessly as her entire body quaked. “That…was nasty.”

Controlling my urge to snicker, I dribbled a wee bit of oil down the sides of Sam’s groin. Then I ran my fingertips firmly down the path of the oil. Sam’s vagina seemed to feel warmer than the rest of her. I felt this heat in my fingers even though they were only tracing the curves of her pelvis.

“You’re not playing fair.” Sam whispered and giggled. “You’re going to turn me into a pillow princess.”

‘A pillow princess…’? Hmmm… There it is again. Well at least her giggling indicated she was enjoying what I was doing. Becoming a little bolder, I ran my fingertips down alongside of her outer lips. The result was almost instantaneous. Sam drew her knees up and arched her pelvis toward my fingers. When I spread the outer lips, her reaction was even more…forceful?

“Yes…!” Sam hissed. “Come here.” Sam reached up for me. “Don’t stop! Keep doing what you’re doing!”

Sam’s embrace was nearly crushing. Her lips went straight to mine and her kiss was hard, heated, and needy. As I moved my fingers up and down between her swollen vaginal lips, I could feel Sam’s ‘bean’…as she says. On one slow pass I squeezed her bean between my fingertips. The result was epic!

Sam screamed into my mouth and her thighs tightened around my hand like a vise. Not being able to move my fingers, I continued to pulse her bean. Sam’s embrace became painful and I had to let her know.

“Sam…” I begged as our lips parted. “You’re hurting me.”

Sam’s face looked like a mask of pain. Her grimace tightened and distorted what was a beautiful face…at least to me.

“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” She kept hissing.

Wave after wave of convulsion-like quakes seemed to travel through Sam’s body. I thought she was in pain! But I continued as Sam asked until finally she fell back completely limp upon the bed. She was breathing heavily and her eyes were fixed on the ceiling. My hand felt wet.

“Are you okay?” I asked as I hugged her.

Sam suddenly began to laugh…hysterically. She embraced me again and truly hugged me. Sam was still trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah…” She said. “I’m okay. That…was fucking amazing!” Sam laughed and kissed me. “You’re amazing!”

“I thought you were in pain or something.” I lifted my head and gazed at her. “The way you screamed and held me so tightly...? I felt like you would crush me.”

“That baby girl…was an orgasm…mama bear style.” Sam chuckled. “In fact…that was several big 'O's'… It’s been a while.”

“Well it looked like it hurt.”

But Sam’s expression was almost…somber? The warmth in her eyes gave me the fuzzies but I knew something was bothering her.

“What…?” I grinned.

“Nothing baby girl…” She said, gently stroking my cheek.

Hugging her, I smiled. Whatever was troubling Sammie would need to wait for its reveal moment.

“I’m going to start the coffee. We really should get a French press so I can make you really epic coffee.” Did I really just say ‘we’?

Putting on my tee shirt, I padded barefoot into the kitchen. Lei had still not returned from her night’s activity and the apartment was warmer than usual. Sam hadn’t turned the temperature lower as she usually did. We slept atop the towels but she did keep me toasty warm.

Sam soon followed me in. She silently began making breakfast. I could sense she was in some kind of mood but I maintained my joyousness. Every so often I would turn and hug her or plant a kiss somewhere on her face or neck.

We ate in silence. When I’d ask Sam something, she would reply with one word answers. She did let me know that we’d be spending the morning studying. But otherwise…? Nada…! Nichts...! Rud ar bith...! Noth...ing...! Sam said she was going to shower in spite of how good her skin felt from the coconut oil.

I simply couldn’t let this go any further. Reaching out for her hand as she turned to go to the bathroom, I took her hand and stopped her.

“Sam…” I spoke softly, pulling her toward the couch. “What’s going on?”

We sat down but her eyes had trouble meeting mine just as they did all through breakfast.

“We had an amazing day yesterday. We had a wonderful dinner.” I said sincerely. “And we had an epic time last night…in bed. So what’s going on with you today?”

Sammie gazed at our hands and shrugged her shoulders. I reached up and raised her chin till she was looking at me. Sensing that her emotions were rising, I drew the still present tissue box closer. It wasn’t a moment too soon as a tear fell from her eyes.

“Mama bear…you need to tell me what’s upsetting you. Is it me?”

That’s all it took. Sam reached for several tissues as she began to cry and let it all out. I let her cry and waited patiently. Finally, after three or four tissues worth of tears fell, she blew her nose and sat looking at me. Her cheeks were redder than usual, as was her cute button nose.

“It’s you…and it’s not you.” She said with a sniffle. “Last night was…wonderful. It wasn’t just the sex…it was the fact that you were doing it…to me…for me.” Sam gazed down at the tissues now balled up in her hands. “And I don’t know how…I don’t even know if…” She began to cry again. “I don’t even know if I can even please you in the same way.”

“Oh Sammie…” I sighed and softly smiled. “Who says you don’t? I’m happy with the way things are. Just being with you is…it’s totally epic...dreamy…and heavenly.”

“You know what I mean.” Sam insisted. “There are things you did for me that…shit…that I don’t know if I can do for you.” She sniffled. “And the thing is I want to do those things for you. I want to pleasure you…the way you pleasured me.” Her voice trailed off. “And I just don’t know if I can do that.”

Knowing exactly what she was saying, I also knew I had to put an end to it.

“Okay…” I firmly said. “First of all... Stop whining! That’s not you. That’s not the Sammie I want to be with. That’s not my mama bear. Secondly…let me worry about what is and what’s not pleasing to me. If I say I’m happy the way things are…then I’m happy…just the way things are.”

“But…”

Grabbing Sam lightly by her cheeks, I gently shook her head.

“There are no buts!” I yelled and grinned. “Except for your amazing butt...!” I giggled.

That brought a smile to her face. Sam hugged me and I her. At least this bomb was defused…for the moment. I knew the issue was Sam’s and not mine. I also knew the issue was my dick…and Sam’s aversion to anything even resembling a dick. But at least we could get on with our day.

Letting Sam go into the shower first, I cleared and washed the dishes. I always found some weird sort of mindless pleasure in doing such tasks as washing dishes and doing laundry. Hmmm… Anyway, when Sam finished, I went in to shower.

Sam simply sat on the toilet seat cover and watched me as I did my thing. Knowing what she was thinking as she sat there, I also knew I wasn’t going to force the issue.

Quickly wrapping myself in a towel the moment I stepped out of the shower, I began my morning routine of creams and lotions. I beckoned Sam over with my finger and a grin. She came over and dropped her towel allowing me to rub the lotions and creams into her face and body. As I began doing her legs, Sam spoke.

“I think I’m just afraid of losing you.” She sighed.

“Oh Sam…” I giggled. “What makes you think that?”

“I don’t know.” Sam said sadly. “I’ve lost girlfriends before and I hate it when that happens.” They find somebody else they like more or somebody who’s prettier, or sexier. Or they just get tired of me…I guess. But with you...? You might become frustrated if...”

“Why don’t you have any hair down here?”

Derp…! I could have kicked myself but it just came out. Fortunately this stopped her from going on.

“Well…” Sam snickered. “My hair is very thick and kind of course? So I started doing Brazilian waxing a few years ago. It just makes things easier to find? And I guess it just became a habit…whether I needed it or not.”

As I finished doing Sam’s legs, I kissed her vagina and, in a fit of unholy impishness, I sucked in on her bean!

“Yeow…!” She nearly left the floor. “That is definitely not fair!” Sam giggled. “How about letting me do your back?”

“Sammie… I’m not wearing a panty.” Worried…? Me…? Only majorly…!

“So…?” She snickered. “I won’t look.” Sammie said as she sat back down.

Undoing my towel, my back toward Sam, I let it drop to the floor. She put some lotion on her hands and began to rub it onto my back. Sammie giggled and was liking what she was doing as much as I was liking her doing it. Her hands felt so good massaging my skin as she went down along my sides and onto my hips.

“God… Your skin…your body is so…beautiful.”

Sam spoke breathlessly as she dribbled a little lotion on my butt cheeks and down between them.

“Oh…! Now who’s not being fair?” I snickered as my body quivered.

“I can’t help it baby girl. You have such an amazing ass.”

The serious tone in Sam’s voice kind of startled me. She couldn’t seem to get over what I looked like…physically.

“And you’re all legs.” Smiling gently Sammie sighed.

“Yeah…complete with bug bite boobs…” I sighed…but didn’t smile.

“Have you ever really looked at yourself? Your body…?” Her tone was…admonishing? “You could be in any fashion mag! You’re fucking gorgeous. Truly…! You can be my arm candy any time.”

She ran her fingertips down my spine and I shivered with tingles.

“Sammie…?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you like where you are in your life…right now?”

“Yeah… I really do.”

Sam ran her finger down between my butt cheeks causing me to jump, squeal, and turn around! Suddenly realizing what I did, I quickly crossed my hands in front of my offending part and turned back around.

“Sorry…” I whined.

“That’s okay.” Sam snickered. “I didn’t look. Anyway…I should have known better. Now why don’t you back up a little and I’ll do your legs.”

Even though I had already done them, I certainly didn’t mind Sam’s attention at all. Not one little bit...!

“You totally vibrated when I did that.” Sam giggled. “I hope you didn’t mind.”

“No…!” I insisted. “Actually…I kind of liked that?”

Sam chuckled.

“I wish I’d met you a year or two ago.” She sighed. “How old are you again?”

I giggled.

“And you’re a sophomore?”

“I guess I fooled them into thinking I was smart.” I giggled.

“Oh my God…! I’m robbing the cradle!” Sam snickered. “You certainly don’t act like you’re seventeen. And especially last night…! How did you know what to do?”

“Well…?” I lilted and grinned. “Your body kind of told me? And I took notes when we watched that amazing flick.” I snickered.

“No doubt you did!” She laughed.

As Sam finished my legs, she smacked my butt playfully.

“Yeow…!” I jumped and giggled.

“That hurt?”

“Not really… In fact I kind of liked it.”

Giggling as I bent to get my towel, Sam put her hand upon my tummy and pulled me back up and to her.

“I’m not quite done with you yet.” She announced and giggled. “Stay bent over baby girl.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked nervously and turned my head to gaze at Sam.

“Just relax and trust me.”

Doing as Sam asked, she giggled and dribbled a few drops of the lotion down between my butt cheeks…again. Then, with one hand on my tummy holding me close, Sam slowly traced the path of the lotion as it flowed downward with her finger. My entire body quivered with the most amazing sensations ever.

“How does that feel baby girl?” Sam asked softly.

“It feels a little weird?” I giggled nervously.

“Want me to stop?”

“No…?” I glanced back at Sam and grinned impishly. “It doesn’t feel that weird.”

But when Sam began to do a circular motion over my butt hole, I freaked.

“No Sammie…! Please…!”

Bolting away from her grasp, I picked up my towel, covered myself, and ran from the bathroom. I heard Sammie getting up and following behind.

“Emmie…? Baby girl…? Are you okay?” She plaintively asked. “Did I do something wrong?”

With tears in my eyes, I shook my head. Sam came up behind me and embraced me.

“What’s going on?” She asked.

“Not now…” My words were choked. “Please Sam…” I turned to face her. “Let’s just get dressed?”

Sam’s expression said it all. She nodded but I could sense her feeling she did something wrong. I couldn’t tell her the truth…at least at that moment. We were having such a wonderful experience in the bathroom as we touched one another.

But I ruined it with my little secret…and no…not that little secret…my other little secret…and I couldn’t tell her. Not at that moment anyway. I wasn’t…clean…in there? And I didn’t know how to tell her.

We sat down to study but the mood was subdued…too say the least. Having trouble concentrating on my work, I knew the next move was on me. Standing up abruptly, I got behind Sam’s chair and wheeled her away from the desk. I straddled her legs and sat down on her lap; my arms wrapping around her in an embrace.

“I’m so sorry mama bear.” I whispered in her ear.

Sam responded by hugging me and kissing my cheek.

“I just wasn’t ready for that.”

“Listen baby girl… If it doesn’t feel good…we don’t need to do it…okay?”

“It’s not that.” I gazed into her eyes and blushed. “I’ve done that before…to myself…and it felt very good. It’s just that I wasn’t ready for you to do it.”

“But I so want to be able to please you…physically…sexually. When the thought came to me…you seemed to be such a natural. I just want to do something for you.”

“I know you do mama bear. But it can be kind of messy…you know? And to do it like that…in the bathroom…well…it’s just not very…” I couldn’t think of the word.

“Romantic…?” Sam giggled and nodded her head. “I guess you’re right on that. I really don’t know what I was thinking.”

“Maybe…” I brushed a lock of Sam’s hair out of her face. “…after we finish we can go to the drug store? I can get something to clean myself out with…you know?” I blushed and smiled coyly.

“Yeah…” Sam snickered. “But I’m not sure I want you to get off of my lap.”

However...off her Sam’s lap I did go. With the atmosphere cleared of doom and gloom, studying became a snap. In fact I was working two chapters ahead of what I needed to do. Sam even helped me develop the questionnaire I needed for my first survey.

Sammie took me to Titanic for lunch. The place was the unofficial off campus brewery of choice. Lunch was made all the better with Sam letting me sip her stout. Well…actually it was my stout but she had to order it.

Once we were sated, Sam drove me to the nearest drug store where I purchased a Summer’s Eve twin pack called ‘Sweet Romance’. I got two since it was a ‘bogo’. I also got a tube of lube.

‘Why a vaginal douche’ you might ask. One can’t buy a bag and hose in this county. Go and figure… And that Fleet crap is…well…crap...! I don’t like it at all. Not…at…all…! But I had a wide variety of brands and flavors and scents with women’s douches. Now the flavor really wasn’t important. But the scent…? Truly and totally crucial…!

Just as we were about to get into Sam’s car, her phone sounded. After saying ‘yeah’, Sam did not look very happy. And then more she listened, the less happy she looked. Sam rolled her eyes and frowned as she put the phone on mute.

“Listen baby girl…” Sam paused and sighed. “That asshole bitch from my lab needs to get together with me tonight. Know I know you wanted to cook dinner but…”

“Why don’t you invite her for dinner?” I cut Sam off. “We should have enough even if Lei is there.” I grinned.

I could see Sam thinking for a moment. Then she smiled and took the phone off mute.

“Listen… Why don’t you come over for dinner and we can deal afterward?” Sam grinned. “Yeah…how’s…” She glanced at me. “…sixish?” I nodded and grinned back at her.

Sam finished the call quickly after that.

“I really can’t stand that bitch!” She chuckled. “She’s so hot for me and I am so not for her. She probably thinks it’ll be pizza and beer or something.”

“Well…?” I grinned wickedly. “We can certainly put an end to that.”

“Yeah…” Sam started up the car. “But I hate using you in that way.”

“Hey mama bear…what’s your baby girl for anyway? And you said it…I’m your arm candy? Besides…sooner or later she’ll figure it out so we’re actually doing her a favor.”

We were chatting happily on our way back to Sam’s apartment. I was trying to decide whether shower, change, and then do dinner. Or…should I simply add a little color to my face and start the cooking. For once being epically ‘femme’ when Sam’s partner arrived seemed important.

The moment we entered the apartment, I asked Sammie to put away the things I bought. Whilst she was gone I gathered all the ingredients we would need to prepare the dinner. It was already after three and if Sam’s ‘guest’ was coming around six, I had to begin the prep for dinner.

Codfish is an amazing type of fish. One really needs a really special talent to ruin it. Laying out the red onion, garlic cloves, cherry tomatoes, and peppercorns, I reached for the cutting board and the sharpest knife available. I liked to cut the garlic cloves the long way. When you sauté them in olive oil, virgin of course, the harshness in the flavor cooks out.

Setting the frying pan on the range, I poured in enough oil to cover the sliced onions and I turned on the heat. Once they began to sizzle and brown, I added the garlic. In short order the entire room was filled with the aroma I so dearly loved. I managed to slice the tomatoes between stirring the onions and garlic. The ground peppercorns added just enough zest to the mix.

Creating a milk and water bath in a large bowl, I put the filets in to soak. Regardless of how ‘fresh’ the fish is advertised to be, there is always that ‘fishy’ smell. The milk tends to neutralize that smell and, once prepared to go into the oven, lemon slices assure that happens.

Sam had entered the room but I was so involved that I didn’t notice. It wasn’t until I got the rice ready to microwave that I saw her standing there smiling with her arms crossed beneath her boobs.

“What…” I giggled.

“Oh nothing…” She lilted and grinned. “I just like watching you. And whatever you’re doing smells amazing.”

“Would you like to start a salad? That’ll give me some time to freshen up a bit.”

“How can I resist any request from you?” Sam chuckled.

Rushing quickly to the bathroom, I quickly washed my face and put on my face cream; an excellent moisturizer. Although I was only going to do my eyes, I wanted my skin to look good. After all, this was our first dinner party and I did want to look good…especially for Sammie? First came the braided pony tail. I couldn’t resist going for a little girl look.

I went with light colors more toward the pinks. Managing a nearly perfect cat’s eye with my liner, I did two coatings of mascara. Unfortunately I didn’t have the shade of lipstick I would have liked. So it was the apple red matte with a coating of lip gloss. Gazing at my reflection in the mirror I had to chuckle. If there ever was a Lolita…I was gazing at her.

Sam must have thought something similar because she stopped in mid motion and simply gawked at me.

“What…?” I giggled. “Do I look okay?”

Nothing… Just silent gawking…

“Sammie…” I lilted with a giggle. “Hello Sammie…?”

“Yeah…” She smiled. “You just…you always look so fucking amazing.”

“Why thank you mama bear… Why don’t you go chill till she comes?”

As Sammie walked into the bedroom, I smiled and felt so good about us. Never one to take compliments seriously, I was getting accustomed to hers. In truth, I was actually beginning to pay attention. There was nothing fake or gratuitous in what she said. When one feels good, one looks good.

Laying the fillets out on a pan, I added the onions and garlic. Then I layered the sliced tomatoes, the feta cheese, and the spinach atop. Placing the lemon slices last, I popped the pan into the oven for a twenty minute bake. And whilst that was going on, I set the table for three placing the salad in the middle. The two packets of rice were easy; just a few minutes in the microwave.

There was a knocking on the door. She was here and not a moment too soon. It was five minutes after six and the fish was done. I went to open the door.

“Hi…” I flashed my warmest smile.

The woman froze and simply gawked for the longest moment.

“Does Doctor Evans live here?” She asked timidly.

“Yeah… Come on in.” I smiled and waved with a pass of my hand.

“Are you the roommate?” She asked.

“Oh no…” I giggled. “I’m Emma.”

“Hi… I’m Jessie.” She said as she walked in. “Are you visiting?”

Knowing what she was really asking, I grinned.

“Sort of…?” I turned toward the bedroom. “Hey mama bear…?” I lilted. “Jessie’s here.”

Jessie’s expression was priceless! I only wished I had my phone in hand to take a photo.

“I didn’t know what we were having so I brought a bottle of red and white wine.” Jessie said softly...still absorbing my presence.

“Oh…! Great…! The white will be perfect. Thank you so much…!” I gushed. “I’ll open it and let it breathe a little.”

Jessie was kind of what I expected. She was cute. She wore no makeup at all and looked every bit the academic in her tweed blazer over a white blouse and blue jeans. Her cordovan penny loafers and horn rimmed glasses completed a picture of a woman attempting to ‘fit into’ her idea of an academy image. With her height and very slender build, even more so than my own, there was no way of mistaking her for anything other than another ‘Ellen soft butch’.

As Sam and Jessie spoke, I finished placing the fish over the rice on a platter. The thought occurred that we really needed nice place mats. Weird huh…? Anyway…just one more item to add to the mental list I was making of the things we should have for just such an occasion. I placed the platter onto the table along with a spatula for serving.

“Sammie….?” I lilted. “Jessie brought some wine. Would you like a glass…or would you like a beer?”

Sammie thought for a moment.

“Maybe I’ll have one of those stouts.” She grinned. “We can swap glasses if you’d like.”

“Okay mama bear… Dinner is now being served.” I snickered.

Letting Sammie pick her spot, and then Jessie, I had the remaining chair between them both.

“Can I serve you?” I asked Jessie.

“Uh… Sure…” She smiled and nodded.

I took her dinner plate and set the rice topped piece of fish upon it. Then I did the same for Sammie.

“Crappers…!” I exclaimed as I then served Sammie. “I forgot the bread. Why don’t you guys begin? I’ll only be a minute.”

Jessie looked astonished. I could almost see her heart sinking as I scurried back to the kitchen. I felt for her for sure. But she was definitely not Sammie’s type and for her to think otherwise was foolish. I really didn’t know Jessie but I guessed that she was kind of full of herself. And that self translated into being kind of uptight and slightly over-rated? Kind of a legend in her own mind?

“Baby girl…? This fish is fucking amazing!” Sammie chuckled.

“She cooked this?” Jessie said and turned to gaze at me. “You made this?”

“Yeah…” I giggled. “I love to cook. But I don’t often have the time and I do have so much to learn.” I said sadly.

“And she even washes everything afterward.” Sammie snickered. “Emmie is always coming up with little surprises for me.”

“Does she do windows? What do you guys talk about” Jessie snickered and gazed at me as I sat down. “How old are you?” She looked at Sammie. “She looks a lot like JLaw. Where do I get one like her?”

“Well…?” Sammie rubbed her chin. “She’s a seventeen year old sophomore and we do a lot of math together.” Sammie snickered. “And she’s a real stat genius. I’m afraid you’d have to really improve your math skills for one like this.”

Sacred feces…! Talk about sticking the knife in and twisting! But Jessie deserved it. She was patronizing me without even knowing me. And Sammie for sure wanted to make a point about her lack of expected abilities in the lab. Jessie remained on the quiet side for the remainder of the dinner.

As they spoke about their project, I cleared the table and began a pot of coffee. Had I known about a guest for dinner yesterday, I could have done something for dessert. But I made do by cutting up some fresh fruit and that, along with a few cheeses and crackers.

After having what little I could offer as a dessert, Sam and Jessie took their coffees and went into the bedroom to work on…whatever they were working on? I finished cleaning up the kitchen and sat in the main room with my wine and channel flipped through everything till I came upon some stupid show for kids.

Thankfully they came out after half an hour. Sammie was grinning and Jessie looked totally befuddled. But she wasn’t so much so that she couldn’t thank us for the wonderful dinner. And she said I was a five star chef…at least in her eyes.

“You’re very lucky Sam.” Jessie sighed. “You two seem very happy.”

“Oh it wasn’t luck.” I grinned. “We’re quantum entanglements.”

“What’s that?” Jessie asked meekly.

“Want to explain that?” Sam smiled at me.

“Sure…” I giggled. “If you give me a piece of paper and a pen, I can draw it out. It’s a pretty simple abstract linear algebraic equation. I was even playing with an algorithm to define it for fun.”

Jessie once again gawked at me.

“Just keep it simple.” Sammie didn’t need to say ‘stupid’.

“Well…?” I smiled, rolled my eyes, and bounced a few times on my toes. “It’s kind of like…soul mates? Two particles that share the same space but can’t be defined separately…yet?” I gazed at Sammie. “But that’s quantum physics for you…” I giggled. “…still in development.”

The very moment…well…maybe two of three very fast moments…Jessie was out the door, Sam and I burst into laughter. We embraced one another in a nearly crushing hug. Just knowing that Sammie was pleased with the events of the evening brought me great joy. We walked into the bedroom with our arms around one another, sidling through the doorway.

“Soul mates…? Quantum entanglement…? That was beautiful.” Sammie snickered. “I don’t think she’ll be bothering me in that way anymore.”

“I’m really glad.” I bit my lip. “I’m a little surprised she didn’t know what that was. It’s really pretty basic.”

“I don’t know what that is!” Sam laughed. “I mean I know the very basics. But…abstract linear algebra…? Are you serious? How did you know all that?”

“Oh…?” I sang out. “I read the book.”

“I should hate you. You know that.” Sam chuckled. “Nobody should be that smart…or that beautiful.”

“Well…” I sighed. “It wasn’t easy…being smart that is…and looking the way I do? Truly I had nothing to do with that.”

As we undressed, I thought back to my days at school. It certainly wasn’t a very pleasant time for sure. I could see that Sam understood. She had the same problem but in reverse.

“Listen baby girl…if me saying that makes you uncomfortable…”

“No…” I stopped her. “It’s different when you say it. Or at least I can take that from you.” I smiled. “But you… You have such an amazing face…such amazing eyes and that amazing button nose. And I love your amazing cheeks when they turn apple red.” I giggled. “Just like they are right now...”

Sam’s cheeks actually turned darker red…as the rest of her face and neck blushed. She came and embraced me. I reached up and gently pinched her cheeks.

“You…are a very dangerous woman.” She crooned and grinned.

Sam gazed warmly into my eyes and kissed my forehead. I touched my left cheek and she kissed me there. Then I touched my right cheek, and then my nose. Each time Sam anointed each spot with her full lips. Then I touched my lips and grinned lewdly. Sam did not disappoint. Not in the least…!

“That’s just what I mean.” She gazed deeply into my eyes. “I can’t stop and you won’t let me if I did.” Sam kissed me again. But it was all too brief. “You shower first.” She grinned. “Oh yeah… Have you ever used an enema or a douche before?”

“Yeppers…?” I giggled.

“I’ll help you.” She smiled wickedly.

As Sam grabbed one of the folded beach towels off the bed and two pillows, I just knew she had something in mind. Something hopefully quite wicked…at least wicked enough to match her smile.

“But Sam… Don’t I need to be naked?” I suddenly realized.

Sam sighed and said nothing. I knew what was coming. And I knew how terribly difficult this was going to be for her. I’d been through my own share of traumatic nightmares and I definitely didn’t want Sam to relive one of hers. She turned toward me and held out her hand. I took it with both of mine.

“You really don’t need to do this mama bear.”

“Yeah…I do.” Sam sighed. “I need to do it for me. And for you… I want you so badly that it hurts. But I can’t have you. At least not the way I want you. I need to get over this. I need to get over myself.”

Sam was serious. And what’s more…? I understood. She was viewing this kind of as a challenge. And being the competitor she is, this challenge had to be met. This fear had to be overcome.

So into the bathroom we went. She was already naked and I still had my panty on. Sam placed the beach towel on the tiled floor. She doubled it over twice to provide some comfort for me.

“Okay baby girl…” Her voice quivered slightly. “Lay down and I’ll put the pillow under your head.”

After I did, Sam did and I was reasonably comfie. Sam then put two of the bottles under the hot water tap. Asking why she did that, Sam explained.

“The warmth will relax you. These are only four and a half ounces. So…we’ll give you one and then the other. You need to hold them in as long as you can and just...breath.”

“Yeah…” I giggled nervously. “That’s easy for you to say.”

Sam was very good about the entire thing. After all, she was the one risking a major league boogie-woogie.

“You’ll see. It’s really no biggy.”

The confidence in Sam’s voice flowed into me…a little. Now I felt as determined to do this as she was. Sam went to the basin, took out the two bottles and wiped them dry. Then she squatted down between my legs.

“Okay baby girl… It’s time for the big reveal.” Sam nervously chucked.

She gripped my panty after lifting my legs upon her shoulders. I shut my eyes tightly and clenched my teeth. Sam laughed.

“What’s that all about?”

“I just don’t want to see you boogie-woogie.” I said through my clenched teeth.

“Stop it… Open your eyes and relax. The key to this entire thing is to relax and you’re only making me more nervous. Okay… Now lift that magnificent tush.” She giggled. “Breath baby girl…breath…”

Opening my eyes and trying to relax, I did as Sam requested. Sam closed her eyes as she reached for my panty. I felt, and then saw, it being pulled up my legs and then over my feet. Once it was off, Sam spread my legs whilst they still rested on her shoulder. There was no turning back and everything was exposed.

Sam finally opened her eyes. I felt for her fear and anxiety. She stared at it for a moment or two…or maybe three? She didn’t make a single sound. Finally my Sammie smiled softly.

“Well…!” She finally said. “That seriously was ‘much ado about nothing’.” Sammie giggled and smiled at me. “It’s almost like you said. Except…” She paused and looked back down at it. “It’s not as long as you made it seem. But it is almost the width of my thumb.”

Suddenly it occurred to her what my life must have been like…as a boy. She gazed at me with the saddest look in her eyes. Words weren’t necessary and none were past between us for the longest several moments ever.

“I just can’t image.” She finally said quite soberly. “I’ve seen clits bigger than what you have. Now I have a mission from the Gods. I do want you so very much.”

Sam almost whispered as she set my legs back down. She then ran her fingers lightly up my calves and along the inside of my thighs until both her hands stopped on either side of my crotch. Sam kissed both my knees. She began to slowly kiss her way along each side of my thighs.

Although one couldn’t say this was relaxing, it sure as feces felt amazing!

“And now for the biggy...” She whispered…almost to herself.

Sam hesitated and then bent even lower. She kissed the very tip of it. I nearly died from the sensation. The feeling was totally…amazing and overwhelming epic! My entire body…my entire being quaked.

“Wow…!” Sam sat up with a grin. “You really felt that?” More a statement than a question...

“Yeah I really felt that.” I was a bit perturbed. “It’s not like its dead or something.”

“Okay… Okay baby girl.” Sam snickered. “Just checking in… Tell me if you can feel this?”

And she got back down and very slowly…tortuously and wickedly…sucked it into her mouth.

“Oh…my…God…” I moaned softly…and breathlessly. “That feels…amazing.”

My brain felt like it was going to explode. I never dreamed anything could feel that good. A giant shock wave traveled throughout my body. As Sam began to slowly raise her head whilst still sucking on my tiny dick, my pelvis started jerking upward on its own volition. Once it came out of her mouth with a slight popping sound, Sam smiled and giggled.

“Now I have to call the association.” She said with a frown.

“Wait…! What…? What association…?” She was going to announce this?

“Oh… L.A….” Sam said emotionless.

“What’s that?” I got up on my elbows.

“It’s Lesbians Anonymous. It’s a twelve step program for lesbians to improve their cunnilingus techniques. I need to find out if I can still maintain my platinum star rating.” She burst out laughing.

“Sam…! That’s not funny!” I exclaimed.

“I’m sorry baby girl. Really I am…” Sam was trying hard to control her laughter. “But this is nothing like what I imagined. You truly have no idea of how fucking relieved I am.”

She's fucking relieved? I felt totally elated! When I thought back to how shaken Sam was when I first came out to her, understanding her joy and laughter became totally understandable. Sam suddenly bent over my body. She was looking directly into my eyes.

“Oh baby girl… You really have no idea of what I can show you.”

Sammie grinned wildly as her head came down and her lips met mine. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her down to me as we set about trying to steal each other’s breath away. But our lips parted and the night was still kind of young.

“I am going to fuck your brains out tonight!” Sam smiled wickedly at me. “And…if you have anything left after that…you can fuck mine out!” She laughed.

Finally…I was relaxed and secure enough for Sam to do her thing. The very thought of her incredible bravery carried over to me. Watching carefully as Sam lubed the nozzle, I trembled slightly knowing that it was going into me. She surprised me when she put lube on her thumb and forefinger.

“What are you doing?” I nervously asked.

“Relax baby girl…” Sam cooed softly. “You might as well really enjoy this.”

Sam put my legs upon her shoulders once again. Suddenly I felt the nozzle at my butt hole. Instinctively I tightened up. But it was useless. The nozzle relentlessly slipped in and up. Sam then wrapped her two lubed fingers around my dick as slowly began to manipulate it as she squeezed the liquid slowly into me.

“Oh…my…God…” I softly moaned. “That really feels so weird.”

“Just relax and breathe baby girl. Let mama bear do her thing.” Sam smiled.

Somewhat reluctantly at first, I had to admit that what she was doing…on both sides…kind of felt amazing…really and epically amazing. Sam reached around and began to rub my tummy in a counter clock-wise motion whilst still playing with my dick.

Warmth flowed through me like never before. Only I couldn’t discern whether it was the warm liquid or Sammie’s amazing fondling?

She finally removed the first bottle and quickly inserted the second. Sammie teased me by slowly putting it in and then slowly withdrawing nearly the entire nozzle. After doing that a few times and hitting a ‘newly’ found pleasure spot up in my butt, Sam squeezed the contents out and into me.

“How do you feel baby girl?”

Sam spoke softly as she removed the nozzle.

“Okay… I guess… I wish you left the nozzle it though. It’s kind of hard to hold.”

“Well…?” Sam lilted and grinned. “Maybe I can help.”

Sam bent down and took my dick into her mouth. At nearly the same moment, she stuck her thumb into my butt hole.

“Oh mama bear…” I moaned several times.

Sam’s giggle was muffled. Between her hand rubbing my tummy, her tongue making circles around my dick, and Sam’s stout thumb wiggling about inside me, I was ready to die…metaphysically speaking of course. The sensations were so very close to overload as my hips began to buck into her mouth and thumb.

Trying as hard as I could, I squeezed Sam’s thumb as tightly as possible. I wasn’t afraid of letting loose. This was more a reaction to what Sam was doing to me and I was rapidly loosing control of…of everything!

“Sammie…!” I exclaimed. “Please…! Stop…!”

Sammie popped her head up. She looked quite concerned.

“Are you okay?” She asked.

“Yeah…” I panted. “It was just…too much. Too much sensation… I can’t handle any more right now.” I whined.

“No problem baby girl… I forget you’re like a ‘newbee’ to all this.” Sam smiled gently. “Is it okay if I leave my thumb in?”

“Oh yeah…!” I snickered. “For sure… You know…?” I paused for a minute. “I kind of feel bad for Jessie. We really weren’t that nice to her.”

“Yeah…” Sammie sighed. “But some people need to be slapped in the back of their head to get a solid reset. She’s really too full of herself and for no reason. She has to be the daughter of somebody high up in the grant awards program.” She snickered. “And…on top of it all…I have to pay her.”

“Why…?”

“Because it’s my grant money... That’s the way it works in the academy. I do everything I can to keep costs down. Like living here… I’m really too senior to be in the student dorms. The only reason I can live here is because Leon pulled some strings and called in a few favors. Otherwise I’d be living off campus somewhere.”

“But you said you’re moving off campus next semester anyway.” I spoke just as a cramp hit me and I groaned.

“You okay…?” Sam asked.

“Yeah… Just a cramp…” I grinned as Sam massaged my tummy again.

“I’m definitely moving out. I’m sick of roommates no matter how much I save. I mean Lei is okay…but… One of these days she’s going to get busted on campus and I don’t want it to happen in this room.” Sam frowned. “I’m too old for this undergrad…and post grad crap."

“Yeah…” I sighed. “As much as I like Pat and Jeanie…they’ve been really sweet to me…I know what’s coming there as well.”

Another cramp hit me.

“I think it’s time.” I whined through clenched teeth.

“Okay baby girl…”

Sam grinned as she moved around me and, with her thumb in my butt and her palm beneath, she placed her other hand under my back and lifted me up in her arms! I squealed in surprise and delight. My mama bear truly was a bear! She placed me gently upon the toilet and, with a grin, suddenly removed her thumb.

Sam gently massaged my tummy as the fluid…and I’ll spare you the other details…flooded out of me. She held my hand until the very end…literally.

“Well…” Sam giggled. “I’m sure glad you chose ‘Sweet Romance’.”

“Wait... What…?” Hmmm…

“Well I can’t believe that anybody as terminally cute as you can make a smell…”

“Shut up…!” I pulled my hand away.

But Sam giggled and went to turn the shower on as I did…clean up? She slid the curtain aside and set into the shower.

“I’m waiting baby girl.” She lilted and giggled.

Still being slightly miffed at her comment, I picked up the towel and the other things before joining her.

“Well… It’s about time.” Sam laughed. “I don’t know about you?” She hugged me as the water flowed down upon us. “But I feel…wonderful.”

What could I do? I hugged her back. This was the very first time I ever got into the shower with anyone else. Let alone someone I truly cared for…

“I feel…liberated.” Sam smiled. “I’ve been wanting to do this with you since day one.”

“What…? Shower with me?”

“No…? Just to be free…with you! I don’t know how to explain it.”

She really didn't need to. Sam turned me around and reached for her liquid soap. She began to soap my back all the way down spending a little extra time on my butt and legs. Sam was gentle as well as methodical in her applications…and attentions.

She then turned me around and did the same to my front. And Sammie was just as gentle and methodical with my back. Sam lingered a bit on my boobs and my dick.

Now it was my turn to do her. I saw her body as a shrine and I worshipped at its alter with my hands. I worshipped every nook and every cranny. The soap provided me with just the lubricant I needed to glide along her curves; her vast mountains and steep valleys.

When I finished both sides of her body, we embraced and luxuriated in the sensations of our bodies gliding against each other’s.

We shampooed one another’s hair. Sam took extra pleasure in doing mine. My hair was much longer and nowhere nearly as course as her own. She took extra time to work the conditioner in as well.

Now I understood what Sammie meant by ‘feeling free’. She could finally touch my entire body without hesitation. This was her way of feeling totally connected to me; both physically and spiritually.

After wrapping bath towels around ourselves, Sam took me to her puter desk and proceeded to comb out and blow-dry my hair. She was as meticulous with my hair as she was with washing my hair and body. And I must admit that what she was doing felt so very good.

“One day I would love to try and braid your hair.” Sam said softly. “It’s so amazing…so soft and thick. And you looked so beautiful when you did that piled up braid thing.”

“Yeah…!” I smiled. “That would be fun. But what I’d really like to do is get you to do a mani-pedi with me.”

“That’s not really my style?” Sam snickered. “My nails are super short anyway.”

“That’s not what it’s about. You don’t need to get some weird nail polish or anything. It’s just a chance to have somebody else do all the work. You get to soak your feet in a Jacuzzi and they take extra care in making sure your nails are healthy. Then you get a foot and calf massage that feels amazing.”

“I don’t know baby girl…”

“Please…? Do it for me?” I whined.

“Fuck…!” She laughed. “You know I can’t resist you.”

When we were finally dry and properly preened, Sam wanted to put just a drop or two of my scent on her body and one on mine. And whilst I tidied up, Sam lit the candles and put on the music. Neither one of us felt up to a massage so we got right onto the bed. We immediately embraced one another as we settled onto our sides.

“You know baby girl…” Sam smiled warmly. “Maybe you should leave some of your things here. I think you’re going to be a steady visitor anyway.” She giggled.

“Actually…” I gently stroked Sam’s cheek. “I’ll need to leave almost all of them here. I have a seventy thirty class tomorrow.”

“That’s sick!” Sam frowned. “Well…” She sighed. “I guess I’m getting up earlier than usual tomorrow.”

Sammie suddenly turned and I was now on my back. She stared down at me with the most piercing gaze imaginable. I traced her lips with my finger and she smiled. But that gaze was pure fire. My Sammie was a volcano ready to erupt upon me and I wanted just that. I wanted her fully and completely. I wanted her to devastate me so that only she could ever truly satisfy me.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t a long hot tease. It wasn’t sweet or romantic. It was sheer passion! It was entirely hunger and need. We were starving and simply couldn’t get enough of one another. Our bodies were our vessels and our mouths, tongues, and hands were the filling spouts. And whilst my dam was cresting and the walls had fractures, Sam’s simply flowed like a river.

To choruses of ‘oh my God’, assorted moans, and several feral groans, we simply couldn’t get enough of one another. We eventually were head to foot, or should I say mouth to crotch, with Sam on top of me. Her fingers…her index and middle finger…felt so utterly divine. And her mouth…oh my God her mouth…was so very excruciatingly beyond anything I'd ever even dreamed of as she worked her magic on me.

Sam was my teacher. I really had no idea of what to do. I only knew that I wanted her atop me and her vagina in reach of my mouth. Sam was breathlessly whispering instructions as I tried to bury my face within those blossomed folds of her wonderfully rich and flowing delta. Lapping at her copiously flowing stream of fluids, Sam uttered her delight with moans and the quivering of her body.

“Just do what I’m doing to your bean.” So now I have a bean as well? Hmmm...

And so I did. I attacked her clitoris with a fervor I never realized I had. I sucked it, massaged it, beat it like a punching bag, and washed over it with the flat of my tongue. Sam taught me how to make love…no…have passionate sex…with another woman. When she finally could take no more, my Sammie fell over onto her back and sought to recover her breath.

“Damn…!” She finally and breathlessly said. “That was fucking amazing.” She reversed her position and took me into her embrace. “Nobody ever made me come like that.” She began to laugh. “Was it good for you? I must have come more than a dozen times.”

What could I say?

“Hey…” Sam gazed down at me, her face a mask of concern. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” I smiled as I gently wept. “It was amazing. You are amazing. I never felt anything like that before.”

I kissed her. But my Sammie knew me all too well.

“Then what baby girl?”

“I just couldn’t…” I sighed. “I couldn’t let go mama bear. I just couldn’t let go.” My tears flowed and yet I smiled. “Your fingers inside me…?” I stroked her cheek. “That was the most awesome feeling ever and I wish I could keep you inside of me forever.”

Both of us needed comforting. I know that sounds weird but Sam was slightly upset that she couldn’t get me off and I was upset because I knew it was my fault. Thankfully we were able to comfort each other and we could still relish the amazing experience we both had…and would no doubt have again and again.

We spoke gently to each other for a little while longer. We made love with our eyes and our words and our caresses. I remember the very last thing I said before falling asleep.

“I love you mama bear.”

There was silence...but only for a long moment.

Sam sang the words softly. Good to her word, she was up before me. As I slowly stretched, I could see her smiling face and flashing eyes. We both began to giggle. I felt so good…so alive. And seeing her face only reminded me of the prior evening and what we managed to do to one another.

GRWM took on an entirely new meaning when I could do so with my Sammie…my mama bear. She even got the coffee ready just before we left and she walked me to my class...hand in hand no less. Every time we glanced at one another we’d break out with a severe case of the blushing giggles. And the looks we got as Sammie kissed me before heading off to her lab…? Oh…my God…!

Sammie and I texted back and forth throughout the day; I found it impossible not to! Although we were only together for the weekend, it felt like a week…and yet it felt like only a few moments. I wanted that feeling to continue. For sure it was infatuation. But still…it felt like so much more.

We met for coffee as usual and as usual we went to our spot beneath the tree. It was all I could do to keep from ripping my clothes off…and hers…and rubbing myself against her. I wanted to bury my face in her again. I wanted her scent all over me. But it was not to be. We had dinner in the cafeteria and she escorted me to my quad. The girls met us at the door as we entered.

“Oh my God…!” Jeanie shouted joyfully. “You missed all the excitement!”

“The slut’s gone!” Pat was hopping up and down on her toes. “She managed to get a single downstairs.”

Totally shocked by the news, I began to rush toward my room. But the girls stopped me.

“Not to worry…” Pat snickered. “We watched her packing up her shit the entire time.”

“We wanted to make sure she didn’t glom any of your stuff.” Jeanie grinned.

‘As if…’ I thought. She wouldn’t be caught dead…or in a club…with anything I had.

“So…” Pat smiled wryly. “How was your weekend dear? And where’s your carry on?”

Sammie and I looked at each other and burst out laughing. Almost instinctively we put an arm around each other’s waist.

“That good huh…?” Pat snickered.

“I heard you had a milestone.” I giggled.

“Fuck…!” Pat scowled. “I think I lost my gold star. And I don’t even remember losing it.”

“So…which one of you is the guy?” Jeanie asked as she grinned at us.

“You’re such an asshole!” Pat spat at her. “That’s like asking two spoons which one is the fork!”

We snickered at Pat’s analogy. I walked into my room and was struck at how totally she had moved out. And thankfully, I no longer had the Hemsworth brothers staring at me. Not that I disliked looking at their half-naked bodies or pretty faces. It’s just that the image of the slut flicking her bean to their image was quite disturbing.

“You know…?” I gazed wickedly at Sammie. “We could move the beds together.”

“I can’t be caught staying overnight here.” Sammie said sadly.

“Why not…?” A reasonable question…

“Because technically…I’m an instructor here and I can’t be caught…” Sammie paused for a moment. “I can’t be caught in an undergrad dorm fucking an undergrad student.” She frowned. “It would not look good to the Dean, or my grantors, and it could possibly get me kicked out of here.”

“Well what about me staying at your dorm? Isn’t that the same?”

“Not really… We can have overnight and weekend guests. You can have a guest here but these girls on your floor do nothing but gossip. Been there…done that...!” Sammie sadly shook her head. “And I have this deal with Lei that we don’t have guests past ten at night during the week. Otherwise...my apartment would be party central for her.”

“That sucks! Big time…!” I frowned.

“Tell me about it. But when I move out of campus housing…it’ll be a different story.” Sammie grinned and arched one eye brow.

“Well…” I embraced Sammie. “I guess weekends are better than nothing.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Pat snickered. “Ah… True love…” She lilted.

“And you two need to keep your mouths shut about us.” Sammie threatened with a grin.

Pat and Jeanie both giggled and slinked back toward their room. Kicking my door shut with my foot, I kissed Sammie just as she lifted me up in her arms. Clinging to her with my arms around her neck, Sammie deposited me gently upon my bed and followed me down. Our lips never parted the entire time.

We were all over each other; hands and lips. It was heated and frantic; almost as if we weren’t going to see one another for far too long. Not a word was spoken between us and all that could be heard were the sounds of us breathing heavily…and moaning.

Somehow we managed to get our jeans off without missing a kiss or touch. Our hands were in each other’s panty as we frantically tried to get one another off. Sammie was so wet that my fingers had no problem finding her bean. I sorely wished it was my face bathing in her flowing lushness.

Whilst I succeeded with Sammie, she couldn’t do the same for me. But that was okay anyway. Just being with her was more than enough satisfaction for me. Just being entwined with her was all the physical and emotional gratification I needed. And at least I got to taste and smell her divine scent on my fingers again.

The moment I came back in from taking Sammie back down to the front entrance, I was assaulted by the girls. Details…! They wanted all the details! Neither one of them could understand how quickly Sammie and I became ‘we’; especially since I never exhibited a desire to be with either gender.

“You two are now like…Samma.” Pat giggled. “I think that’s totally epic.”

“Why do you guys do that?” I’m so clueless.

“What…?” Pat was clueless.

“Combine the first names of a couple?”

“And what do you mean by ‘you guys’? Like…” She snickered. “You’re like…one of 'us guys' now.”

“But I’m not with her because she’s a woman.” I whined. “You guys just don’t get it.” Sad…! But true…! “I’m not with her because I only do women. I’m with her because we simply connected. Maybe if she was a guy…or if I happened to connect in the same way with a guy…I would be with a guy. I don’t know. And…just to be perfectly clear…I really don’t care!” I snickered.

In truth…I didn’t know and I didn’t care. Sammie thought that us being called ‘Samma’ was cute and so typically lesbian. She instinctively knew that Pat came up with it. We texted each other to sleep that night; although I must confess it was a fitful and restless sleep. Having Sammie’s body next to mine was so…so very comfortable and so very comforting…and so very…’normal’?

When we met for coffee the next day, Sammie told me that she’d gotten us season tickets for the plays being given at the Ring Theatre. I remembered her telling me how much she enjoyed going to the productions and how totally excellent they were. And having a schedule of all the musical performances being given at the Gusman and Clarke Halls, we sat at our spot by the lake and chose which concerts and recitals to attend.

This was so reminiscent of when my dad would be on leave from the Navy. We’d correspond and decide what we were going to do together when he was home. And now I was doing the same thing with my Sammie. We were planning all the way through the spring! Although I’m sure she had done this before with others, this was something new and wondrous for me.

Sammie walked me back to my dorm but didn’t come in this time. She had to go to the gym to work out. Her biggest fear was not working out and ‘getting fat’; especially now that she had such a ‘hottie’ for a girlfriend. I sadly watched as she headed away.

Once in the dorm, I found myself being accosted by several girls who actually congratulated on having a girlfriend and being a part of the ‘family’. I had no idea of what they were talking about, or why, until Pat explained that I was now considered part of the lesbian community. It seems that whether I considered myself to be gay or not really didn’t matter. Hmmm…

We had dinner at the Rat and went to the first play of the season that Thursday night. Sammie told me all about the theater. Jerry Herman, the famous musical playwright, had donated the money to build the theater. He was a graduate of the school and wanted the very best environment for the theater arts students. The play lived up to everyone’s expectations with several standing ovations for the cast.

Sammie and I held hands the entire time including the intermission. We laughed and we cried at the same points during the play. I’d never been to a ‘real’ play before. And I left the theater feeling…I felt that something inside me had grown larger. As Sammie walked me back to my dorm, we spoke about what we’d seen. Sammie was so very animated in her excitement that it definitely carried over to me.

But my heart sank to my feet after we kissed and I watched Sammie head across to her apartment. Just one more night alone and then we could be us again; at least for the weekend. I already had a mental list of what I would need to take with me. Sammie made no mention of any plans but I wanted to dress up for her anyway.

Classes were a nightmare on Friday. Feeling like they would never end and trying to concentrate became a task all on its own. I actually yelped when the final class ended at three thirty. Rushing back to my dorm like a little demon, I literally dropped my bag immediately after entering the quad.

Sammie texted to inform me that we were going to a dinner at the school of engineering dean’s home! He was her ‘other’ boss. Thankfully she called me about five thirty.

“Baby girl…” Sam lilted. “We’re in for a real treat tonight.”

“Oh my God mama bear… What should I wear? I mean…like…what’s the dress code…or whatever.” Panic was beginning to set in. “What are you wearing?”

“Slow down baby girl. Relax… Take a deep breath.” Sam said in a rather soothing voice. “All you need to do is what your instincts tell you. I’m going to wear a blazer. Probably the navy blue one and trousers...”

I could almost hear Sammie’s grin…if that was possible.

“Okay…” I sighed. “I have this one dress I could wear. Or I have this skirt I could wear and I even have a matching blue blazer?”

“Oh baby girl… You would look good in anything.” Sammie giggled. “Which one is longer? The dress or the skirt…?”

“The dress comes to mid-calf and the skirt ends just below the knee.”

“Wear the skirt. That’s easier access for me.” She laughed.

“Sammie…!” I shook my head and sighed. “Please…” I whined. “Now is not the time mama bear.”

“Sorry baby girl… I just can’t help myself when it comes to you.” She snickered. “This is no biggie by any means. It’s just a nice quiet dinner with really great food and…usually…a student pianist from the music school. The dean is very big on music. He plays the piano. Very poorly…but he does play.”

Sam was always so poised and confident. A little bit of that flowed into me.

“Okay…” Another deep breath… “It’s just that I don’t want to embarrass you…or me for that matter.”

“You won’t so don’t worry about it. I’ll come get you around six thirty. Okay…?”

“Yeah mama bear… See you then.”

Fortunately the girls were out. There was no way I could handle an interrogation at that moment. Almost going on automatic, I ran into my room to begin putting my outfit together. Setting each piece on what was the slut’s bed, I then began accessorizing.

My only challenge was finding something…anything…that was distinct. I had so little in the way of jewelry, even costume stuff, because I never had the need to…to dazzle?

But that was then and this is now. I wanted to dazzle and shine; not for myself but for my mama bear. I dug out a sterling silver ankh on a silver chain. I rarely wore the piece but I was fond of it none the less. I purchased it at a street art show from the woman who made it. I had purchased a matching ring but lost it. My bad…

After showering and washing my hair…the first time since the weekend…I dried and styled it to look fuller. I was definitely in need of a trim but who really had the time? Whilst working on my eyes, I heard the girls come into the quad.

“Emmie…?” I heard Pat call.

“I’ll be right out.”

Totally disrobed and everything…and I mean everything…showing, I closed the bathroom door and finished doing my eyes. Time was getting short and I wanted to look perfect before Sammie arrived. I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out to meet the girls.

“Hey…” I smiled.

“Hey…” Jeanie replied. “Where are you going tonight?” She grinned.

“Sammie invited me to go to the Dean’s house for dinner.”

“She’s eating at a Dean’s house? Now that’s fucking impressive.” Jeanie snickered. “I don’t even know the name of the dean of my school.”

“What are you wearing?” Pat asked. “I mean it’s definitely not jeans and a tee.”

“Come on in.” I beckoned them with my hand.

As we assembled in my bedroom, I quickly slipped my panty on beneath the towel.

“Wow…” Pat gawked. “That is so totally preppy.” She gazed at me, eyes wide opened.

“It’s my interview outfit.” I giggled. “I haven’t worn it since…well…my interview for school.”

“I love this ankh.” Jeanie’s eyes glistened.

“Yeah… I had the matching ring but lost it somewhere.”

“I have just the ring for that outfit.”

Jeanie beamed and ran off to her room. Pat crossed her arms and scowled.

“She always has something for everything.” She shook her head. “I should really hook up with her.” Pat suddenly grinned at me. “Me…butch of the month…with a princess who can out-femme you…!” She laughed. “But it would do wonders for my wardrobe.”

“A pillow princess…?” Derp… Like I knew anything…

“No…” Pat grinned slyly. “She’s definitely not that!”

Before I could digest what I thought I just heard, Jeanie came rushing back in.

“Here…”

She handed me a ring with a deep blue stone surrounded by…diamond chips…maybe?

“See if it fits on one of your fingers.”

As luck would have it, the only finger it fit on properly was the fourth finger of my left hand. All the others were slightly too thick or too thin. The ring was truly stunning. The color of the stone simply accented everything I would wear.

“I got it on a cruise with my mom and dad. It’s Tanzanite or something?”

“It’s gorgeous.”

“And it’s expensive as all fuck.” Pat chuckled.

“Would you like the bracelet also?” Jeanie asked excitedly.

“No thanks…” I was a little shocked at her generosity. “I’m really not a jewelry person.”

“You do have earrings though” Jeannie looked worried.

“Watch out!” Pat warned with a snicker. “She’s going to give you lipstick lesbian lessons in a minute.”

“What…?” …???

“Don’t listen to her.” Jeanie gave Pat the finger…and not the ring finger either. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

An easy task for sure… I had a dozen pairs of earrings that I rarely wore. I usually just went around with a pair of matching gold studs in each lobe. Occasionally I toyed with the idea of getting perhaps a third piercing. But that gets a little crowded. My earlobes were not exactly ball parks.

“I love these feathered ones.” Jeanie’s eyes lit up. “And these glass bead drops are amazing.”

Picking out the pale blue feathered pairs, I thought they would work. The feathers were very close to my eye color.

“You should try the green ones.” I said as I fumbled getting the hooks through the holes. “They really bring out your eyes.”

“You really think so?” Jeanie lilted.

She held one up to her face and gazed into the mirror on the door. Jeanie even turned her head to different positions checking out the effect. She turned to me with a grin.

“Can I borrow these?”

“Oh absolutely… But please remember… Don’t lose them. They’re cheap as all fuck and I’ll need to forego a coffee to replace them.” I giggled.

In spite of the two of them jabbering and bickering with each other, I managed to get dressed. Of course my back was turned toward them until I put my skirt on. Even though there was nothing to clock me by, I wasn’t going to give my little ‘issue’ a chance to change all that.

When I finished dressing, did my lips and tried a different perfume…also woody and spicy…the girls did a final inspection for me. And…in the midst…my phone went off. It was my Sammie.

“I’m downstairs baby girl.”

Her smile transcended all conventional means of communication.

“Almost ready mama bear… We’re just doing a final inspection. Want to come on up?”

“I can’t. I’m illegally parked and all the cops are out ticketing today. Will you be much longer?”

“Just a few minutes...? I can’t wait to see you.” I giggled like a fool…of course.

“Well I guess I’m just going to have to wait…a little longer.”

Sensing Sammie’s sarcasm, I quickly said my goodbye and got back to the matter at hand. I collected the few items I’d need; my lipstick, the gloss, tissues, I.D., and keys.

“Is that what you’re using for a purse?” Jeanie asked with arched brows and a sneer. “It looks like something that those free makeup kits come it.”

“It is.” I blushed and grinned. “It was a special if I bought the palette or something.”

“No…! You’re absolutely not using that.”

And Jeanie took off for their bedroom…again. I looked at Pat questioningly but she simply grinned, shrugged her shoulders, and shook her head. Jeanie returned with a lovely black coach shoulder bag.

“Here…” She grinned and handed me the bag. “If you’re going to go preppy…go all the way.”

Taking the bag from her, the scent of the leather was strong. When I opened the small bag, I found the original labels in it. Jeanie had never used the purse. I looked at her with raised brows.

“Yeah…” She grinned. “I just never got around to it.”

“You couldn’t fit half of your shit in that purse.” Pat laughed. “It’s like a purse for your purse.” She glanced at me. “Jeanie has more purse shit that a stable of horses!” Pat laughed hysterically.

“Well thanks for the use.” I clutched her hand. “I really do appreciate this.”

“Listen… If it wasn’t for you we’d still be saddled with that breeding nightmare.” Jeanie grinned. “The way you slapped her ass was…epically awesome.” She paused. "Or is it awesomely epic?"

“Thanks…” I blushed. “I really got to run.”

“You two are so pathetic.” Pat surprised me. “Mama bear…? And what…baby girl…? There’s nothing more pathetic than two lesbians in love.” She laughed.

Pat’s words rang in my ears as I rushed down to the lobby. ‘Two lesbians in love…’ There it was. The two ‘L’ words… Lesbian…? I don’t know. But love…? Is this what this is? Those weird and crazy feelings I get when I’m around her? My verging on tears when I think about her…and us…? Hmmm…

“Well…” Sammie said breathlessly. “You look amazing. You’ll fit right in.” She chuckled.

Our blazers did match down to the brass buttons. Mine was a little more tailored maybe…but otherwise…? And she wore khaki colored trousers. And a nice pastel blue shirt with those buttoned down collars? Of course she had on cordovan penny loafers and a matching belt. Sammie looked adorable.

“It was well worth the wait.” She said as she clutched my shoulders and gave me a quick kiss.

It was worth everything just to see her smile; her cheeks turning such a lovely shade of deep pink. Sammie opened the car door for me and I got in. She closed it and went around to the driver’s side. In no time we were off.

“Do they live far?” I asked as I clutched Sammie’s hand.

“Nopers… We could really have walked it but this is better. No sense in building up a sweat. He lives just off the campus in a really amazing house.” Suddenly Sammie’s expression changed. “What’s this?”

The ring…!

“Jeanie let me borrow it. It’s really lovely…don’t you think?”

“It looks like an engagement ring!” Sammie’s eyes went wide.

“I guess…? I don’t really know. Anyway…we’re not eloping till Christmas break.” I giggled.

“Funny…” Sammie chuckled. “Very funny…”

Sammie pulled up to a two story house with cars parked on the lawn and in the driveway. I could see people inside through the three huge picture windows. Sammie came around to open the door for me. I stepped out and took her arm as she closed the door.

“Now listen baby girl…” She said seriously. “You’re going to meet a few really smart people and a few more who don’t know their ass from their elbow. The smart ones are just plain old nerds and you’ll love them. The other ones really don’t matter.”

“How will I know who’s who?”

“Well…the Dean is one of the smart ones. And there’s me of course…” She giggled.

Sammie simply opened the door and walked in with me in tow. As we entered into the house I could immediately see that it bore no semblance to what we observed from the exterior. Rather than the usual suburban interior…tastefully bland…the inside was…amazing! A lot of thought and design went into making the space unique.

Everywhere I cast my gaze I saw art…and artifacts? And I saw books…a lot of books. And photographs that stood on carved walnut shelves, or hung in the gaps between the elegant looking shelves. The furniture was definitely not out of ‘Rooms To Go’. Almost everything looked antique; although who am I to judge?

A very well dressed older woman greeted us.

“Hello dear…” She went up to Sam and kissed her cheek. “I haven’t seen you in quite a while. And…” She turned to smile warmly at me. “I would image that this young woman is the reason?”

Sam grinned and blushed. She is so adorable when she blushes.

“Edith… This is Emmie. Emmie...? Edith…”

“Hello Emmie…” She held out her hand and I took it. “It a pleasure to meet my competition.” Edith laughed. “Sam was always a fixture around here and now I know why she’s been so scarce.”

“You have an amazing home.” I gazed around again.

“Thank you dear…” Edith chuckled. “But it is a bit too cluttered. You look somewhat familiar. Have we met before?”

“No… But I get that a lot.” I giggled.

“Listen baby girl… I’m going to find the boss. I won’t be long I promise.”

Sam smiled and she left me with Edith. Hmmm…

“Don’t worry.” Edith grinned. “She wants to spare you from the boring conversations going on. That’s why she left you in my care. Come… Let me show you around.”

Edith took my arm and led me along the far side and away from the small gathering.

“So I’ve been told you play with complex analytical algebra equations.”

“Ummm… Sort of…? It’s kind of fun…like a puzzle?”

“And you’re studying here?”

“Yes… I’m in the school of social sciences?” I suddenly perked up. “I’m studying economic decision making.”

“Well that’s certainly a mouth full. Do you like it?” Edith stopped and gazed at me.

“Well…?” I frowned. “It’s mostly stats and I’m not very good at that.”

“It’s soft.” Edith smiled. “There are no finites. The data is only as good as the survey and you need the right population. There’s too large a margin of error.”

“Yeah… I guess…” I sighed. “At least with math…even the theoretical…you have a predictable outcome that can be duplicated.”

“May I ask a personal question?”

“Sure…”

“Why are you here at this school?” Edith’s stare was serious. “Surely you’ve had other opportunities…more…important opportunities?”

“I’m a Florida girl.” I giggled. “I don’t do cold. So that left out Boston, Chicago and New York. And the ocean’s so cold on the West coast. Anyway…I really didn’t want to leave home.”

“Well… Their loss and our gain.” Edith motioned toward the other end of the very large room. “You see that old fart with the white hair…the one Sam seems to have cornered? That’s my husband Leon. He's the Dean.”

At that very moment, Sammie beckoned me with her hand. She and the Dean both gazed intensely at me…but with smiles.

“I guess that’s my cue?” I smiled. “Thank you so much Edith… I really do appreciate you saving me. Oh…if you need any help with anything, please let me know. I really don’t mind at all and it’ll give me a little more time to spend with you.”

“Why thank you dear… That’s quite gracious of you. We do have people doing the catering for this event but one never knows.” She laughed.

Heading straight for Sammie, I smiled and if someone smiled at me…or even noticed me…I would simply smile at them and nod. This was definitely playing into my fear of crowded rooms full of strangers. I needed my snuggly. I needed my Sammie.

“Hi…” I said breathlessly as I took hold of Sammie’s hand.

“Emmie… Meet Leon Farber…the Dean of the engineering school.” She smiled warmly and gazed at the Dean. “This is the young woman you’re heard too much about.” Sammie chuckled.

“Hello Emmie…” The Dean smiled and extended his hand. “I can assure you I’ve heard nothing but rave reviews.”

“Thank you…” I blushed as he gently shook my hand.

“Sam has told me that you have several unusual and instinctive skills…such as a penchant for quite advanced mathematics.”

“Yeah… Sort of I guess... It’s just stats that give me fits. Soft data and collecting techniques…?” ‘Thank you Edith’…!

“Why don’t you stop by my office on Monday?” The dean, still holding my hand, covered it with his other hand. “Perhaps you might find our school a place of interest.”

Glancing at Sammie, I searched her eyes for an answer to what was going on; what was on her mind. So I pushed.

“What do you think I’d be interested in?”

“Well…” Sammie grinned sheepishly. “I honestly think you’d find everything interesting. I mean analyzing data…even soft data…is certainly important. I just believe you should have a look and see what’s going on in our school.”

‘Our school’…? Hmmm… How interesting…

“I think you’ll find the environment is a little different on our side of the campus.” Sammie gently squeezed my hand. “Just think of it as a field trip. And anyway…I could show you my lab. I think you’ll find it very exciting.”

“Ummm…” I bite my lower lip. “Sure… Anything to get out of seven thirty lectures on anatomy.” I giggled.

In truth…I felt a little anxious. Sammie was not telling me something. But I also understood that she didn’t want to influence me too much. As we said our ‘see you later’ to the Dean, Sammie went directly to the bar area and poured me a glass of wine. Then she went directly for the bottle of stout.

“They keep this stuff on hand just for me.” She snickered.

The evening progressed at a good pace. There was just enough time to greet everyone. Well…Sammie greeted them and I simply smiled. The dinner was served buffet style with a wide variety of foods. Sammie was in a deep conversation with this one guy. Yet she still held my hand. I was hungry so what else could I do?

“Sammie…? Can I fix you a plate?” I rubbed her hand with my free one, being careful with my wine.

The guy just stared at me as if I came from another planet.

“Uh… Sure… Thanks Emmie…” She simply glowed. It was her grin of course. “Why not fix one plate and I’ll glom what you don’t eat?”

“Okay…” I turned to ‘whoever’. “May I get something for you?” I lilted.

‘Whoever’ was in total shock? It’s like nobody ever asked him that question before. Not ever…

“No thanks…” He final said. “My wife is here somewhere and I’m sure she’ll see to that.” He smiled weakly.

So off I went to the buffet table. There was a little something for everybody. Shrimp…of course, and I spotted those funny little lamb chops with the paper holders. There always needs to be a bird dish and they had these tiny quarters of some kind of small hen. And there was the mandatory vegetarian dish for the more ‘discerning’…dietary wise? The sides were as abundant and very colorful.

Three white jacketed uniformed servers were doling out the portions. Of course I had to say I was eating for two. Just as I got to the lamb chops, Sammie came to my side.

“This must have cost a fortune.” I whispered to her.

“Don’t kid yourself.” Sammie grinned. “Everybody here has grant money. They’re also tenured professors. All this…” She waved discretely with her hand. “…is a business expense. There’s a lot of money brought in by some of these people.”

Only the Dean’s joining us was more impressive. He gently grasped our arms.

“I’ll meet you two in the kitchen.” He smiled and left us.

Sammie knew exactly where to go. I followed her through a doorway and into the kitchen where two more of the catering staff were busy readying desserts. Toward the back of the kitchen I saw a table with four chairs. Two chairs were already occupied by the Dean and Edith.

“Hi…” I grinned at Edith and then the Dean. “It’s great we have a chance to talk some more.”

“I thought you might like our little secret.” Edith said with a wry look. “I simply hate to eat standing up or on a sofa with a plate on my lap. So…how did you two meet?”

Grinning at Sammie, I shrugged my shoulders and giggled.

“I stalked her for a month and she finally gave in.” Sammie chuckled. “Seriously…? I did stalk her for about two weeks. And when the right opportunity presented itself…I pounced.”

“Yeah…” I lilted and snickered. “That’s about right. Except for the pouncing part…”

How refreshing it was to be involved in conversation with…adults? I mean all week long I had Sammie…which was fine. But otherwise it was my slightly demented roomies. All they ever talked about was the next party or the ongoing one. I mean they were good company and all…it’s just that we were into different things I guess.

They…the three…spoke about many totally interesting things. Sammie spoke about the political situation…that is within the university and not that of the country…or the world. And they spoke about several of the more interesting developments coming from some of the other researchers. The conversation ended kind of oddly.

“But what I really need…” Sammie spoke in earnest. “…is a real computer scientist who’s also a real computer engineer.” And she gazed directly at me.

One would need to be totally brain dead not to realize that I was being steered the entire evening. Not that I minded it. It’s just that the feeling of being steered is so…weird?

“Should I show her?” The Dean asked Sammie.

“Oh absolutely…” Sammie glanced at me and smiled. “It’s just a little homework.”

The Dean removed several sheets of paper from his inside blazer pocket. He handed the folded sheets to me. Upon opening the first I could see it was math…and algebra to boot! I grinned and looked the sheets over for several moments between glomming bites of the awesome food. I gazed up at the Dean in question.

“What would you like me to do with this?” I furrowed my brow. “It’s wrong. This…” I held up the second sheet. “…is simply not correct. This summation…” I pointed to the top of the second page. “…is wrong. So everything after this is garbage. Do you want me to fix it?”

All three looked at me as if I was from another planet or something.

“Ma’am…? The desserts are ready to serve.” A caterer said to Edith.

“Thank you…” She smiled wryly. “Well Leon… This will need to wait.”

“Wait…” I stared down at the first page. “Okay…” I giggled. “I just wanted a second look.”

The Dean said nothing but he looked like he was just about to burst. What a giggle. As we got up, I collected the dishes, flatware, and glasses, and brought them to the basin area. Sammie suddenly took my arm.

“How do you know it’s wrong?” She whispered in my ear.

“Well…?” I lilted. “Can you get it to work?” I giggled.

“No…” Sammie frowned.

“Look mama bear…this is only another language. I just happen to be good at remembering the translation…and the definitions of the vocabulary. It’s really no biggy. Who came up with this?”

“Jessie…” Sam spat her name out.

“Yeah…?” I was surprised. “But isn’t she the DCS, DCE or something?”

“Yeah…” Sam said wryly and frowned. “And she’s really dumb as all fuck. That represents almost three month’s work…and I’m paying for it.”

“Three months…?” I was stunned.

We walked arm in arm into the huge living space. The Dean and Edith went and stood in front of the dessert table. It appeared that the Dean was going to say a few words. He had a wine glass raise. Sammie got one for me. And…fortunately…he said a very few words.

After his toast celebrating all the grantees and their projects, we all had dessert and found a place to sit. Our entertainment of the evening was a gorgeous young Russian pianist called Valeria Fedorova from the music school. As she walked in everybody applauded. Valeria moved across the floor with the poise and grace of a dancer...as in ballet...maybe? After sitting down at the piano and making an adjustment to the bench, she began to play.

As the sounds from the piano filled the large room with the music of Chopin and then Scriabin, I marveled at her amazing ability as the music seemed to flow as easily as a running stream. She played as if she wrote the music, barely gazing at her hands or the keys. And the manner in which her body swayed as she played was mesmerizing.

But it all ended too soon. I could have listened to Valeria play for an hour…or more. Soon after she left the piano, people began to leave. And as they did, I realized that I didn’t really meet any of them. But simply meeting Edith…and the Dean…was more than enough. However Sammie didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. And I so wanted us to ‘play’ together in her awesome bed.

“So Emmie…” The Dean said from behind me. “Can you help us correct the initial error?”

“Oh sure…!” I beamed my excitement. “Let’s go in the kitchen? That way we all can sit.”

“Baby girl…?” Sam looked surprised. “You sure you don’t want some time to work on that?”

Nothing turned me on like a good algebra problem. Well…almost nothing… Sammie does an amazing job of doing that…turning me on that is.

“Nopers…” I lilted. “Let me just look at it for a few more minutes.”

Somewhat stunned and probably not believing, they accompanied me into the kitchen. Edith was at the basin washing the fine crystal glasses from the desert toast.

“Oh…! Give me just a minute and I’ll help.” I offered.

“Oh no dear…” Edith smiled and shook her head. “I’ve got this.”

“I could dry if you’d like.”

“Emma…!” Sam frowned at me. She could be impatient at times. “Get over here.”

Sitting down where she pointed, I took the sheets from the Dean again and began to look it over. I was sure I knew exactly where the error was but the equation still needed to be worked out to its completion.

“Okay…” I stared at the bottom of the first page. “What you want in action that triggers four other actions. Is that about right?”

The Dean and Sammie stared at each other and then at me.

“Yeah…” Sammie said softly. “Pretty much so…”

“Okay…” I pointed to a part of the equation that didn’t make sense. “This is garbage. Why haven’t you simply shown this to a mathematician? Why are you showing this to me?”

“Oh they did dear…” Edith said from the other end of the kitchen. “Leon and Sam knew it was wrong but they couldn’t figure out where. And…” She wiped off her hands and came over to join us. “…these two like their little secrets. So they showed it to me.” She grinned. “My strong suit had always been calculus and analytical algebra but I only went so far in applied mathematics.”

She walked over to where I sat. Edith shook her head, chuckled and smiled wryly at me.

“Now because of the nature of Sam’s project, they wanted to keep all the help in house.” She patted my hand. “So…after hearing about you from Sam…I thought they should show it to you.”

“But we only just met.” I was shocked.

“I’m chairperson emeritus at the math department. So I looked up your records.” Edith gazed directly into my eyes. “And since you’re…partners is it…with Sam…?” She grinned at Sammie. “You’re just about as ‘in house’ as it can get. I had no doubt that the chairman of the math department would be able to do this. But…in truth I think you may be smarter. Plus he’d want to know what Sam’s doing. Anything for a bit of someone else’s grant money…” She chuckled. “Been there…done that…”

Looking at both Sammie and the Dean, I spoke.

“This is really pretty easy. I mean following it out to its correct conclusion. But I would like to see her notes. Is that okay?”

“Yeah…” Sam smiled.

“And it’s been turned into a program…of sorts?”

“Yeah…” Sam looked quizzical.

“So you wouldn’t know it’s wrong unless you ran some values and got ridiculous results.” I grinned. “It would be nice to have access to the values used, and a range of your expected outcomes. Her notes wouldn’t hurt either.”

“You can’t do it without all that?” The Dean asked with a furrowed brow.

“Well…? Sure… But I wouldn’t want to give you something that hasn’t been tested.” I grinned.

Once again Sam and the Dean stared at each other…and then at me.

“Somebody will need to program the corrections.” Sam frowned again.

“Yeah…” I frowned at Sammie. “I don’t know how to do that. But if you have a book…I could read it and probably do it.”

“All the more reason to visit with us on Monday…” The Dean smiled and chuckled. “We can teach you that…and so very much more.”

We spoke pleasantly for a while longer. I almost hated saying good bye to the Dean and Edith. They were very comfortable to be with. Sam was quiet on our short ride back to her apartment. But she did have this silly grin on her face the entire way. When we parked and she came rushing around to open my door, I finally needed to know.

“What…?” I grinned.

“Oh nothing…” She snickered. “It’s just that my girlfriend is a really a fucking genius.”

“Huh…?”

“If you could find the error after a two glasses of wine and all that food…and in only a couple of minutes…not even that…then you’re a genius.” She embraced me. “We’ve been staring at that crap for almost a week and we couldn’t figure out the damned thing.”

“Maybe I should just keep drinking wine.” I giggled as she nibbled on my ear lobe.

In truth I did feel a bit tipsy. Not fighting the impulse I flung myself onto her bed still fully dressed. I stretched out my arms and legs and laughed. Sammie just stood and smiled at me as she began to undress.

“I really had fun tonight. Edith is amazing.” I said as I watched her disrobe.

“Yeah…” Sammie grinned. “They’re like my foster parents. Leon kind of took to me from the beginning. Even as a newbee to the staff he took me home with him and I’ve kind of been a fixture there ever since.” Sammie piled all her clothes onto the bed. “And they both really seem to like you as well.”

“She’s amazing.”

“Yeah… Well…she didn’t like my last girlfriend very much. I never understood why until the bitch dumped me.” Sammie scowled.

Holding her hands out to me, Sammie helped me up and off the bed.

“Let’s get you undressed.” She grinned lewdly.

Sammie undressed me and piled my clothes atop the bed next to hers. She even kissed my dick as she slid my panty off. And as I held onto her, I couldn’t help but let my hands roam across her shoulders and down her back. As soon as I was as naked as Sammie, I went to the closet and fetched several hangers.

“You’re amazing.” Sammie laughed.

“I can’t help it. I’m a neatness freak.” I snickered as I hung up our clothing.

Walking toward the bathroom, I began to put my hair up. Gathering it with an elastic tie, I didn’t really feel like getting my hair washed twice so soon. Sammie followed me in and reminded me about cleaning myself inside as well. After doing so…twice…I joined her in the shower. I swear Sammie could stay under the water forever.

However, now she seemed to be in a hurry. And I don’t think that the hour being only ten was the issue. We washed one another as quickly as we could; considering we both had our fave bodies to play with in the midst. Stepping out we quickly dried one another. As Sammie reached for my perfume, I stopped her.

“Not tonight mama bear…” I took her hand away from the bottle. “I want to smell the real you.”

Sammie looked upset.

“Are you sure?”

“Oh yeah… For sure…” I grinned. “Why do you ask?”

Reaching for the moisturizer I began to apply it to Sammie. This was one of my most fave nighttime rituals with her.

“That bitch said that I had a strong odor and taste.” Sammie whispered.

“A vegetarian no doubt…” I snickered.

“Yeah…! How did you know?”

“Because they have a less acidic body chemistry. But since you and I eat just about the same things…it shouldn’t matter that our PH is a little more plus? Anyway…” I stepped in front of Sammie. “She’s so long gone so let’s leave her long gone? But…” I put my arms around her neck and softly kissed her lips. “I will understand if you want me to put a dab on.”

“Nopers… Let’s go as is.”

Very slight fear showed in Sammie’s eyes. Well…maybe a little more than slight…but shy of panic… However, whatever showed in Sammie’s eyes vanished the moment I got onto the bed. She pounced upon me like a tiger…no…make that a huge mama grizzly bear! She wanted to devour me. She wanted to rip me apart with her lips and her hands and swallow the bits so that we might be joined forever.

Needless to say…well maybe not needless…I loved every moment of it. This amazing woman truly wanted me. And not just a warm body… She wanted all of me; my spirit, my heart, my mind; all of me.

And she wanted me so much that she was willing to do things that were not in her nature to do. Just the very fact that she trusted me enough to show her our only true difference had to be monumental on her part.

Perhaps the fear should have been in my eyes? After all, I was in possession of the very thing that repelled her…under any other circumstances. Perhaps it did omit an odor that she could detect. But whenever I’m with Sammie, my fears just seem to disappear. There only remained the one barrier I needed to cross.

“I can’t get enough of you.” Sammie said breathlessly.

“I’d sure like to see you try.” I taunted with a giggle.

Passion burned like the hottest fire in Sammie’s eyes. I’d never seen her like this. I’d never seen her even close to being like this. She worked her way teasingly down my body; her fingers trailing her lips. Sammie bypassed my dick completely and went for my legs. She kissed and licked and touched the inside of my thighs. And then she did the same to my calves…and feet.

“How am I doing so far?” She snickered.

By this time I wanted to touch her so badly. But all of her was down at the other end.

“How about letting me have a little too?” I whined and reached up for any part I could grasp.

“But I’m not nearly finished with you…yet!” Sammie chuckled.

And so she began to work her way slowly…oh so very slowly…up my legs again. Torture… No… Torturous pleasure racked my body. By the time Sammie arrived high up on the insides of my thighs, I was undulating like a snake! I nearly left the bed…like…straight up toward the ceiling…when I felt the tip of her nose run down between my butt cheeks. At that point I sat up.

“You’re not playing fair.” I whined.

Sammie simply chuckled, shoved me back down, and engulfed my dick. I needed to touch her so badly that I sat up again. This time I simply reached down as far as I could and got my hands beneath her boobs. I could hear Sammie’s muffled giggled as she got to her hands and knees and swung her body around. Putting my arms around her waist, I pulled her down onto me.

Her scent was strong. Earthy…feral…thick…rich…spicy… and so inviting… You get the idea. If I could, I would have bottled it and kept it with me always. And whenever I wanted her close but couldn’t have her, I could uncork the genie’s bottle and let her aroma envelope me.

“You okay…?”

Barely hearing Sammie, I dove right into her as an answer. She squeaked and quaked at the first touch of my tongue. And so…enveloped I became. I was awash in a sea of Sammie. I bathed myself in her excitement. I would never wash my face again! I wanted her essence to last forever!

Sammie’s body atop mine felt amazing. She’s a good deal heavier than I am but her body against mine, with her weight, gave me the feeling of being…cocooned? And her mouth on my little boy bit with her hands roaming over my thighs and butt…my entire body was being hyper stimulated.

Sammie spared nothing in her attempt to get me to explode. She was unwavering as she began to play with my butt hole; making little circles around it with her finger. I so badly wanted to kiss her fingertip with my butt hole. When she finally inserted two fingers…it felt like a very large broomstick…I bucked my hips so hard that I bonked her adorable little nose!

But there was nothing that could have prepared me for what she did next. Sammie began to move her fingers within me in a beckoning motion. And with each flexing motion bumping and rubbing against my ‘good spot’, I was no longer in control of my body! Holding onto her for dear life, Sammie was unrelenting in her desire to make me explode.

And then it happened…the big it! I screamed and tried to thrash about but Sammie had me securely pinned down. Wave after wave after wave of the most intense sensations ever came ripping through me. I cried out over and over again. Somewhere in the recesses of my consciousness I feared these huge crashing waves would never end. And yet I also feared they would.

“No more…! Please…!” I finally shouted.

When Sammie stopped, I felt like I had melted into the bed. I had no energy left to even move a finger. It was all I could do to try and catch my breath. Sammie rolled off me and giggled. She turned around and pulled me into her arms. She cuddled me and kissed my damp forehead and face. Sammie knew what had happened and Sammie knew just what to do.

When I finally caught my breath, I embraced Sammie and we kissed. In spite of the tears falling from my eyes, I was smiling and giggling like a fool.

“Is it always like that?” I whispered.

“I don’t know.” Sammie cooed. “But if you’d like…we can find out.”

“Nooo…!!!” I shouted and laughed. “I don’t think I could take another one like that right now.”

“I don’t know if this’ll give you the results you’re looking for, but…” I smirked. “It is correct.”

“What if the first two or three functions are wrong?”

“The very first one would need to be wrong. And it’s not.”

“How do you know?” She sounded a little alarmed.

“It’s just…not.” I gazed down at my work. “It’s actually rather simple really. You want one action to cause three…or more…” I wanted to entice Sammie a little. “…repetitive actions and this does just that. In truth…?” I gazed back up at Sammie. “She could have copied that part of it from somebody else’s work.”

At my laptop, I brought up a number of equations that basically did the same thing as what I worked on.

“I’ll bet if I looked long enough I would find the equation she began with.” I snickered.

Sammie didn’t think that was so funny. And understandably so...! She was paying Jessie ‘what’s her name’ money to do this stuff. And…as if that wasn’t enough…I already made up my mind that I was definitely doing the wrong major. I couldn’t wait for my tour of the engineering school and I couldn’t wait to have a palatable reason for cutting my first early morning class.

We also learned two things that were even more majorly important; at least at the time. Sammie definitely didn’t smell or taste weird…although I could probably pass on a scratch and sniff test after she’s been to the gym…and before a shower. And…I could actually have a real live full blown orgasm!

Her discovery was as equally as monumental, and coincidental, as mine. She didn’t smell weird and she could get me off! Years of wondering about my ability to enjoy being truly and fully intimate with someone disappeared away like yesterday’s rain. In a way…we were just about as normal as it gets. We were happy being with each other and we both were growing…together.

All I could think about when I reassured Sammie that I found nothing to my distaste…several times in different manners of speaking…was how horrible her last girlfriend must have been. I wondered why she even stayed with anyone who thought she smelled and tasted weird.

One thing was for sure. She certainly didn’t take care or look after Sammie. At least not the way I did. Sammie always made a point of saying ‘thank you’ whenever I did something for her; like hang up her clothes or clean up after dinner.

Even when I cooked…something she usually did for herself…my Sammie always said ‘thank you’. I remember the first time I cleaned up after the breakfast with her and Lia. She looked positively shocked.

But this is who I was…who I am. Maybe it’s that touch of OCD. Or maybe it’s my mind simply needing to slow down and kind of turn off for a short while. Not that one’s everyday household tasks are mindless. They were simply a refuge from my hyper active mind.

No doubt some of it stems from my early teen years were spent under the tutorage of my grandparents. Pop…as he liked to be called…was a retired naval office like my dad. So everything had to be in its place or I’d hear about it. And Nana…as she liked to be called…was no different. After being married for so long, I guess people begin to become one another. Quantum entanglements…?

They were strict. But they were also loving and supportive. I couldn’t help but feel that sometimes they gazed at me askew. Sometimes I felt like they really didn’t understand me. After all, there goes the lineage. But, and to their great credit, my choices were never discussed after they were made. I guess you could call them team players?

They weren’t exactly warm people. But you show your love by your words and deeds and they were as supportive as they possibly could be. Pop knew my mind worked differently than most. And for sure I had my…idiosyncrasies? I could zone out so far when I found something interesting to play with that the house could burn down around me and I wouldn’t notice.

What really astounded me was the amount of time I was now spending thinking about myself. I guess relationships like Sammie and mine would give cause to be more than a little introspective. And nothing provided better time for that like doing the dishes…or the laundry…or cleaning the bathroom. I also thought a lot about Sammie. And of course I put in a fair amount time in thinking about us.

We never got dressed on Saturday…at least not dressed to go out. Sammie and I sat on the couch and talked. Or we sat upon the bed or at the dining table and just talked to one another. Our legs touched. Or our hands touched. And we spoke about nothing of real value at all. Oh…yeah…except for an analysis of my big time event…sexual speaking.

Sammie virtually fired a barrage of questions about what she did and what I liked. It was kind of meaningless because I always loved anything Sammie did for me…or to me. And she told me what she loved; which was everything. She especially loved pleasing me. But Sammie also instructed me on how to do certain things better…or more effectively should I say?

So Saturday night was ‘Sammie night’. And my excuse was quite…scientific? I told her I wanted to try out the little nuances she told me about. So…one orgasm…which came surprisingly quickly due to her suggestions…became three orgasms…and then became even more!

It sort of became a contest after that. Just how many could she have? Anyway…it’s sort of like cars. A sports car whines and zips. But a bear-like truck truly shakes the earth and everything upon it! And we raced to see who bailed first.

The thing of it is that I was having so much fun making the bed shake…actually…making Sammie shake the bed...that who did what to whom became kind of moot. The real task became keeping certain parts of my body just out of her reach. Even with her arms pinned to the bed by my knees, she bounced me off twice. It’s truly a blessing to be able to be so intimate with someone that you know would return the blessing any time.

Sammie’s vagina was amazing. When I would place two fingers into her, the texture, the warmth, and the wetness were all amazing. I truly had no idea! And to think I actually came out of something like that…a vagina? I liked the fact that there were parts. And each part would elicit a moan or a squeal of delight. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

We were both damaged. I certainly had my little gremlins and for sure Sammie had hers. But our gremlins seemed to vaporize when we were together. Sammie would finally beg for me to stop. She lost count of the number of orgasms she would have. I envied her since I only had that never ending epic one. When I did stop she’d grab hold of me and we’d both fall into a deep sleep almost immediately.

We slept in on this particular Sunday and had a very leisurely breakfast. And after showering and dressing we went shopping for the week. Determined to make Sunday evening my night to cook, we decided on my making sausage with peppers and onions. That we would have over pasta since Sammie did so love her carbs.

Monday morning came all too soon. After stuffing ourselves silly on dinner, we spent the evening massaging each other’s tummies with oil, which of course led to other most pleasurable activities? I simply didn’t want the weekend to end. So when we reluctantly left the apartment at seven thirty on Monday morning, I let Sammie lead me to the engineering school.

We walked attached at the hips with our arms around each other’s waist. Stopping for coffee…with two shots of espresso…we must have made quite the sight as we doted on each other’s wants and actions. We even drew several looks, a few head shakes, and a smile or two from the other early morning students.

The engineering building was part of a complex at the remote northwestern end of the campus. Across a small expanse of lawn loomed the physics building and that kind of made sense. Physicists come up with stuff and it’s up to the engineers to figure out how to make it practical. It was also quite convenient because I would need to take some classes there.

After being met by a very cheerful Dean, he immediately launched into how much Edith enjoyed my company. And then he lauded me because I solved a rather simple problem for Sammie’s project. Within the first half hour I knew my decision was correct. I saw several classrooms with only six students or eight students. The lecture hall sat maybe twenty people. What a marked difference from what I was accustomed to.

But the best parts of our tour were the labs I was allowed into. They definitely had the best toys I’d ever seen. Their mainframe puter was gigunda! It had twenty-four terabytes of RAM!!! You could run the world with that much RAM. And it was for the exclusive use of the engineering school only. Even the access was highly restricted. Then we went into another building where students were doing pressure testing on concrete beams used for highway construction.

Sammie’s lab was the very last stop. There was a keypad next to a very stout looking metal door.

“You’re really not allowed in here but…” Sammie grinned slyly as she entered the code. “Now we’re going to be separated from the actual work areas.” She held the door open for the Dean and me. “We’re in the observation room. As you can see through the poly…we have a clean room.”

Beyond the thick poly-carbonate wall was the most amazing lab I’d seen yet. It looked more like an operating room? The walls were white and all the cabinetry was stainless steel with what appeared to be stainless steel tables. Various equipment and several puters littered the tops. Even the tools I saw were stainless steel.

Several figures were moving around but I couldn’t tell who was who. They were completely gowned and they even had dust covers on their shoes. They wore hoods that covered their heads down to their shoulders as well as surgical gloves on their hands. The hoods had built in filters. The flooring appeared to be raised and covered with what looked like rubber matting.

“This entire room gets cleaned every week. That’s from the ceiling down.” Sammie smiled. “It’s totally sterile and the temperature never gets about sixty two degrees.”

Totally awed, I stared at Sammie.

“We have very sensitive equipment in there. And the information we’re putting together is…sensitive?” Sammie gazed back into the room. “The mechanical end and the chips for micro-boards are even more sensitive. That’s why this is a restricted space and why everybody has to gown up.”

“Who are those people in there?”

“Well…” Sammie exhaled slowly. “Two are grad assistants. That tall one is doing a fellowship. And…hopefully…one of them is Jessie.”
Sammie picked up a phone that hung on the wall. Someone picked it up.

“Yeah…” Sammie grinned. “Ask Doctor James to step out. Thanks…” Sammie put her hand over the phone. “She’ll need to gown up again. And that’s a real pain in the ass.”

Sammie snickered. Even the Dean chuckled. I guessed that Jessie wasn’t everybody’s fave these days. She came out after about five minutes of taking her sterile gear off.

“Hi…” She smiled widely. “Everyone come to see what’s going on today?”

“Well actually…” Sammie reached behind her back and beneath her blouse. She pulled out the pages I’d been working on from the back pocket of her jeans. “I do believe that this will work.” Sammie handed the pages to Jessie.

Jessie looked carefully at both sheets. She turned an amazing shade of red and looked up at Sammie.

“There was an error.” Sammie smirked. “Fortunately Emmie was able to find it and work it through.”

Jessie gazed at me and simply gawked.

“In fact the Dean and I are trying to convince her to switch majors and come here.” Sammie paused to let that sink in. “She already knows the math and, at the rate she can learn, she should be coding in no time at all.”

Jessie went from beet red to snow white in seconds. I must say…and sadly so…that I had to contain a giggle. I seemed to always feel for the person who screws up majorly.

“Anyway…” Sammie put her hand on Jessie’s shoulder. “Get back in there and see if you can’t get this coded.”

Jessie briefly said her goodbyes and meekly slinked back through the door to the changing room. Of course Sammie and the Dean broke into laughter. I felt even worse for Jessie actually. They both seemed to want her gone. And with me there, she probably saw the writing on the wall…in huge block letters no less.

As we started back toward the Dean’s office, we passed the student bulletin board. I walked very slowly gazing at what was posted. Amongst the usual stuff about needing roommates and places to eat and drink, I found a number of pinned sheets with what appeared to be a logic problem printed on them. It looked interesting so I ripped one of the sheets off.

“What do you have there?” The Dean asked.

“It’s just something that looked interesting.” I giggled and gave the sheet to the Dean.

“Well…” He smiled. “Every so often one of the professors posts a problem on the board. And once in a while somebody actually solves it. When that does happen, his entire class bows down to the solver.” He chuckled. “That’s only happened twice so far this semester and even that is a record.”

“Really…?”

What was the point of putting up a problem that was ridiculous to solve? I stared down at the paper when the Dean gave it back. Sammie kind of led me by my arm as we went along. Then I felt the urge.

“I need to pee.” I whispered to her.

“I’ll come and help.” She whispered in return.

“No thank you…” I lilted and grinned.

Even as I sat to do my thing, my eyes were fixed upon the sheet of paper. Logic problems are truly fun. They’re kind of like puzzles with only one real answer…or solution. My mind was quickly working on what I saw. Math is basically easy. We all learn that ‘a’ plus ‘b’ equals ‘c’. The rest is all definition and vocabulary.

The proof is substituting values for the letters and coming out with the practical answer. Even leaving one value out doesn’t matter because one simply solves for that value. Okay…so maybe it’s easy for me. Of course I have trouble writing a simple letter.

“Hey…! What the hell are you doing in there?”

Sammie’s abrupt and quite loud voice shook me out of my little world.

“Sorry…” I squeaked. “I’ll be right out.”

Quickly wiping, flushing, and rearranging myself, I came out of the stall and washed my hands. Of course I could never resist looking carefully at my appearance in the mirror. I retouched my lipstick and ran a small comb through my hair. Blushing and grinning I walked out to find Sammie standing alone.

“The Dean said he has to put up with this from his wife. But not from a student.” She laughed. “Come on…” Sammie held out her hand. “We’re off to his office. By the way…” She grinned wryly at me. “I don’t suppose you’ve solved it yet.”

Taking her hand and letting her lead me, I smiled and giggled.

“Not yet… I need a few more minutes.”

“You’re disgusting.” Sammie snorted and chuckled.

“What…? I washed my hands.” I pouted.

But Sammie just laughed.

“So baby girl… What do you think? You think you’d like living here?”

“Yeah…! Seriously…? Yeah…! We could eat lunch together every day.”

“That’s not what I meant.” She shook her head and smiled.

“Oh… You mean going to school here? Yeah… That would be awesome. But I’d have to wait till next semester…at least.”

“Maybe not… We’re only eight weeks into this one and the Dean wants to give you some tests in the basic areas. It’s mostly math and physics so you should be good on that. You already have the basic standard courses required of everybody. And we will give you the texts you’ll need to catch up on the puter languages.”

“So what…? I just transfer schools and that’s that?”

There was no way it could be that easy.

“Yeah… For someone with your skills…? Yes…it’s that easy.” Sammie stopped and gazed at me. “When someone has a uniquely special skill set, and those skills are needed, there truly are no barriers except the ones you create yourself.”

That kind of booped my nose…so to speak…? I never regarded myself as being ‘special’ and hated the label…as I hated all labels. Except for special cases like the slut and the bitch…!

Sammie pulled me past the receptionist, who was busily at work, into the Dean’s office. He seemed to be quite busy with something on his puter. He spoke without looking at us.

“So…do you wish to try that problem?”

“Ummm…? Sure…” I grinned. “But I don’t have a pen.”

He gazed up at me.

“You know that’s a take home.” He stared at me.

“Really…?” I was kind of surprised. “I just need a few minutes. It’ll be quick. I promise.”

My whining voice must have done it. It was the very typoe of puzzle I simply couldn’t resist. The Dean and Sammie glanced at each other. Sammie simply smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders. The Dean handed me a pen and Sammie pointed to the conference table. As Sammie sat down by the Dean’s desk, I began to work on the solution.

They were speaking to one another but I paid no attention at all. It was valuable ‘white noise’ as far as I was concerned. Logic is simple. One has twenty-eight symbols; each representing a process such as + or -. When you throw in values such as letters…or numbers, you create an equation. An equation is simply a statement…like a sentence or something?

Now some people have an ‘ear’ for languages…or music. Others have an ‘eye’ for shape, form, and color. Everyone has a ‘gift’ or one sort or another. Mine just happens to be for symbols instead of letters, and the ability to pick up the vocabularies necessary for dealing with the symbols. That doesn’t mean I’m smart. I still need to put in the work. But…I get it! I can figure it out…except for stats.

“Okay…” I beamed. “I’m done. This one was a little tricky.” I giggled.

They gazed at each other…again…and then at me.

“Well…” The Dean sounded…weird? “Put your name on it and I’ll see it gets to the proper professor. I’m sure he’ll be delighted you solved it so quickly. That went up on the board today.”

“I would like to get her started.” Sammie said softly as she glanced at the Dean. “Let’s start with Basic. She should walk through that. I would like to give her C++ 17, Java and Python as well. I think she’ll eat that up.”

Those words meant nothing to me. But they sure would over the weeks to come.

“Also give her comp engineering and comp science for dummies.” The Dean added.

“For dummies…?” Asked I.

“Those are the basic text books for the undergrads.” Sammie grinned. “You’re going to have homework like you won’t believe.” She laughed.

“What about my stats class?” Queried I.

“Yeah… You should finish that class and go for stats two. You should take the entire range. But I promise you it will become easier once you get away from the basics.”

“Meh…”

“You’ll need it for the algorithms.” Sammie turned on her serious face. “We’re working on AI. You know what that is?”

“Yeah…” I lilted.

“Well… It’s all algorithms based on statistical sampling…about twenty or more gigs of info…metadata files. So you’ll need to be able to interpret the data and write up an application.”

“Okay…” I truly did understand. A light bulb went off in my head. “Does this mean I get to work for you?” Grinned I sheepishly.

“Indeed you do.” Laughing as she spoke. “But I would like to think of it as working with you.”

“You’re a rather usual young woman Emmie.” Said the Dean. “I’ve met you twice and spent some time with you and I can tell you that you are the most interesting student I’ve encountered in quite some time.”

Staring at the Dean in surprise, I shrugged my shoulders and grinned.

“You haven’t referenced your phone once during that time. You’ll fit in perfectly with the other women going to our school.” Grinned he.

We left with five huge textbooks, the accompanying syllabus for each course, and a list of the professors with their contact information. The Dean also gave me a temporary puter login so I could do the assignments. The good news was that I could go to school with Sammie and the only course I would need to keep taking was stats…of course.

As we walked back to Sammie’s, we spoke of nothing but how amazing going to school would be. Suddenly the sharp pang of extreme hunger overtook me. I hadn’t eaten at all since last night. And knowing myself a little bit, the first thing I’d need to do after entering the door was grab a block of cheese and start catching up. Thankfully Sammie came to the rescue.

“Listen…” She growled.

I knew that growl.

“I’m starving.” Moaned she. “Let’s get the car and go somewhere for lunch. Maybe Titanic…?”

“Yes…!” Said I with more than a wee bit of enthusiasm.

So…between a cup of soup, teriyaki chicken wings, onion rings, and fries…of course…I began to leaf through the book on basic. Between the soup and the bread, I realized that I knew many of the symbols already. The book simply gave the ‘reading lessons’ in construction.

It’s kind of like spelling and grammar in a sentence. When we got back, I spent the rest of the day working on the Basic whilst Sammie went to the gym. And when she returned I was well versed enough to be at my puter writing a simple program. Sammie was amazed.

“You’re almost half way through that book?” She shook her head. “I can’t believe my girlfriend is smarter than I am.” Sammie chuckled. “It’s like…what’s her next trick going to be? What’s she going to do next…part the seas…or walk on water?”

“Well it’s kind of interesting stuff.” I smiled. “Can we go back to the school? I’m writing this stuff out but I won’t know if it works or not.” Frowned I.

“No…!” Sammie held up her palms. “There’s no way in hell I’m bringing you there now. You’ll be up all night playing with that crap.” She laughed. “But I’ll take you there tomorrow morning if you think you’re ready.”

I grinned and nodded my head.

“Is Lei here?” Sammie asked as she removed her perspiration drenched teen shirt.

“Yeah… She blew in just after you dropped me off and went straight to her room.” I shook my head. “I feel bad for her. She looked like she was the party…rude boys and all.”

“Well don’t. She can afford it. Or at least her family can. You and I are amongst the select few who actually belong in a university. The rest are either here for vocational schooling or to kill time partying whilst picking up some useless degree.”

Sammie actually sounded a little bitter. But I could understand why. Like me, she got through school by getting red-hot grades and doing the work. School was just like a job to her…and to me as well. If you did excellent work, you not only got to stay, but you’d get extra incentives like books, room and board, and other goodies. But I also knew that students like my roomies and Lei were the ones who got salaries paid for those professors not on grant money.

“So…” Sammie grinned lewdly. “Want to take a shower?”

“Sure…” I giggled.

After picking up her very damp clothes as she shed them, I followed Sammie into the bedroom. Whilst she readied the shower, I dumped her clothes into the hamper and shed my own. This was indeed a kind of blessing. I had Sammie for one more day than otherwise. It was one more opportunity to be naked with her. Our bodies would touch and I would feel really connected to her…and with her.

Sammie was already soaped up when I stepped into the shower. She immediately grabbed me and began to rub her body against mine. What a novel way of soaping up whilst conserving the resources. And I assisted willingly of course. Turning my back to Sammie, I spooned up against her and she did all the work.

The sound of Sammie giggling was sweet music to my ears. Pleasing her was such a joy! And I did please her. When I turned back around we kissed. With one arm around me, Sammie cupped my boy bits with her other. I, in turn, cupped her…what are they called…girl bits? Anyway…I slipped my middle finger between her folds and elicited a moan of pleasure.

And so we danced; our lips wrestling, our bodies touching, our arms embracing, and our hands tantalizing one another. We slowly twirled and let the water cascade down upon us as we moaned into each other’s mouth. I felt pure rapture to have such a sacred moment in time with Sammie. Could life, my life, actually be this amazing? This was too good to be true.

But those moments pass all too quickly and we couldn’t stay in the shower forever. I had to gather my things and get ready to leave for the evening. I dreaded this time of the day. And Sammie did as well. I could feel what she felt and she could feel what I felt. It’s that emptiness that occurs when those sacred moments in time evaporate like the early morning dew.

Meanwhile…back at the dorm…Sammie’s hand in mine…

“Samma…!” Pat shrieked.

What a way to return to the mundane.

“You’ll never guess what we found out.” Jeanie smirked.

“The slut’s pregnant!” Pat laughed.

“I guess fertility isn’t an issue with her.” Jeanie snickered.

They both were bouncing on their toes. Sammie and I glanced at one another and burst out laughing. The slut being pregnant wasn’t humorous. Indeed it was quite sad. But the fact that this was the existence I was leaving proved to be hilarious.

“How do you know this anyway?” I felt obligated to ask. “I mean…you guys weren’t exactly on speaking terms when she split.”

“One of her sorority sisters blabbed it and now the news is all over the dorm.” Pat chuckled. “It was bound to happen anyway. Word is that she came here to find a suitable sucker to marry. One that would put up with her shit…?”

“Oh…why am I not surprised? But preggers…? Seriously….?” I really wasn’t surprised. “Do you think she did it intentionally?” I took Sammie’s hand and pulled her to the couch to sit down with me. “I think that’s a little bit rad. Don’t you?”

“Maybe…? But if it gets her what she wants…who’s to say what rad is?” Pat sat down as well.

For the first time I noticed that they both had their phones in hand. They always had their phones in hand. Maybe the Dean was right? Maybe I was indeed nerdy enough to fit in that school perfectly.

“By the way…” I grinned. “I’m switching majors.”

“No…! Really…?” Jeanie gawked.

“Let me guess.” Pat smirked. “You’re now an engineering major?”

“How did you guess?”

“Duh…” Pat stared at Sammie.

“Oh my God…! When are you two moving in together?” Jeanie gawked…again…wide-eyed and all.

“Jeanie…!” Pat whined. “That’s like asking ‘when are you getting pregnant’ or something.”

The conversation became even more banal after that.

“Well…” Sammie had enough. “I need to get going.”

She stood up and I got up with her. Sammie wished them a good night and I went back downstairs with her.

“Don’t forget to be downstairs at seven thirty.” She said with a smile. “Tomorrow is the first day of the rest of your life…literally.” Sammie chuckled.

We kissed and she walked out of the dorm. I always hated that feeling of being alone when she left. A tear or two came to my eyes and, not having a tissue, I wiped them away with my palm before going back upstairs. Of course I was met with yet another barrage of insipid questions. And of course I had the perfect stopper.

“Hey… Why do you guys always have your phones in hand? And…” The real stopper… “Why do girls always take ‘selfies’? I mean…don’t they know what they look like?”

There were so many things I didn’t understand. Why ‘Instagram’, ‘Facebook’, and…whatever…? Sammie explained it to me. I should have known…but those things never interested me? There was too much work involved with social media. I always seemed to have better things to do with that time. Sammie’s the same way. At least she had some GA keeping her pages up to date for her.

Validation is such an amazing word. None of the synonyms quite fit the bill. People seek validation through social media…and ‘selfies’…and all the rest. Validation is getting texts from everyone you ever knew. Validation is the number of subscribers…the number of ‘loves’…the number of comments. But I can’t figure out what the duck-lipped face thingy was all about other than to show lip?

So what’s all the validation about? Well…in Sammie’s case, if anyone’s looking for a Phd. with heavy robotics research, her name will pop up along with everyone else in the world with the same creds. In a very real sense, that would be heavy validation if she really cared. That’s not to say she doesn’t seek it or get it. Every tiny success in the lab is incredible validation for her. Every workout she does is heavy validation.

By her own admission, holding and kissing me and sleeping with me, was validation. And the same held true for me. Everything we did together…to…get…her…hmmm…was amazing validation. We were alive and important, at least to each other.

Our lives felt real and our reality and vision, and our ideas, were real. We are truly alive and the people we want to be interested in us are deeply interested; the truly important ones…the people that matter in our lives.

The next day I was so late getting myself together that Sammie had to come up and wait. I overslept; indeed a rarity. I was up most of the night reading the comp. science and comp. engineering for dummies books. Though interesting, there approach required more than a simple glance through. But I so desperately wanted to catch up so I could begin attending the classes.

We went directly to the Dean’s office. The Dean got up from his desk to greet us. He was shocked to learn that over the weekend I’d gotten more than half way through the Basic book. He was even more startled that I’d read the first three chapters in each of the puter books and even did a few of the exercises.

“I think it’s time for the trial by fire.” The Dean arched both brows. “Let’s get you into a class.”

He began to lead us out of his office and past the receptionist. We walked down the hallway; Sammie was holding my hand. Every so often she’d give me a gentle squeeze to let me know it was all right; everything was all right.

We walked into one of the lecture rooms. There were only twenty-four other students. The silence was deafening. They were all hunched over sheets of paper. We followed the Dean down to the front of the room where the professor sat.

“I have a new student for you.” The Dean whispered and grinned. “I think you’ll find her to be quite interesting.”

“Well…” The professor scratched his head. “I’m giving the mid-term exam now.”

“I know that. Give her a copy of it and let her take it.”

“Has she taken some Basic before?”

“No…?” The Dean grinned. “But she’s read the book.”

He arched both brows and smiled weakly. Handing me the paper, the professor glanced at his watch.

“I’m afraid you only have forty minutes to complete this.”

“Okay…” I smiled meekly. “Thanks for letting me do this.” I turned to Sammie. “Do you have a pen I could borrow?”

“We generally use pencils for this.” The professor chuckled.

“Here Emmie…”

Sammie handed me her drafting pencil.

“When you’re done, come back to my office.” The Dean said.

As they both left, I found a seat in the center of the first row. I glanced around quickly as I settled into the seat. Looking at the exam I suddenly realized how far past this stuff I was. Giggling two or three times as I did the exam, the professor was obviously becoming annoyed with me.

Was this some kind of a joke? I could have been spending the time testing the small program I wrote. So I notated it at the bottom of the answer sheet. I wanted to know if it was correct. Finishing the exam, I didn’t want to be the first to hand it in. I was so hated for being…well…being a good student all through my schooling. So…I was the third one?

“Are you sure you don’t want to have a second look?” The professor was truly stunned.

“I did.” My giggling didn’t help. “Oh… I was working on this and if you have the time…” I pointed to my writing at the bottom. “I’m pretty sure it’s okay? But I really want to be sure?”

“Well…” He gazed at me steadily. “I think I can find the time.” He smiled. “I believe I will find you interesting…‘Emmie’…is it?”

“Yeah…” I snickered and nodded my head.

“Do you know your way back to the Dean’s office?”

“Oh yeah… I remember the way.” Giggled I.

Grabbing my bag, I scrambled up the steps to the door. The first two finished were outside in the hall discussing the exam. I smiled and they invited me over.

“Hi…” The cute black guy said. “I’m ‘BAM’…that’s short for Brent Arthur McCann. And this potato head is Stephie.”

“Hi… I’m Emma…Emmie.”

“How was the exam?” He asked with a grin.

“Ummm…” I knew ‘it was a joke’ wasn’t the way to go. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“Yeah… We think we did well on it.” Stephie grinned. “Where did you come from?”

“Ummm… Fort Lauderdale…?”

“No…?” She smirked. “What school are you in?”

“Oh…” I laughed. “I’m such a derp sometimes. I was in the social science school?”

They stared at one another.

“And you just decided to come to learn Basic?” BAM asked.

“Well…? Not exactly… I just switched majors. I was a psych major but Sammie…Samantha Evans…convinced me to come here. So now I’m doing comp. sci., and comp. engineering.”

“As a double…?” Brent asked as he gawked at me. “Doctor Evans…? She asked you?”

“Yeppers…”

“You mean she kind of recruited you?” Stephie gawked as well.

“Well…? Yeah… I never would have thought of it like that.” I rolled my eyes and giggled. “But she and the Dean kind talked to me about it? I mean you guys have amazing toys to play with.”

“The Dean talked to you about it?” Stephie repeated. She was…well…in Gawkland?

“Yeah… We had dinner at his house…” I smiled and closed my eyes as I recalled the memory. “His wife is amazing. Anyway…” They stared as if waiting on…bated breath? “Sammie had this logic problem? It was a triple-tree thingy? So I found the error and completed it.”

“Did you get it right?” BAM was mesmerized.

“I got the equation right. But if the first statement is incorrect, than it’s wrong. I had to assume that it was okay. Otherwise…why bother to solve it?” I snickered. “And Sammie...ummm...Doctor Evans wants me to work in her lab? I think that’s so epic!”

“She wants you in her lab?” BAM looked truly stunned.

“Listen… We have this study group?” Stephie giggled. “We meet at least once a week to review this stuff. Would you like to join us?”

“Yeah… You would be great to have in our group.” BAM added.

“Excellent…” I arched my brows and smiled. “That would be seriously epic.”

We spoke for a few more minutes. But I had to break it off to go meet with Sammie and the Dean. They were nice enough to walk me to the office. They walked onto their next class. But not before we all swapped phone numbers.

“What took you so long?” Sammie chuckled.

“Oh… I was speaking with two of the others who finished the exam. I’m in a study group.” I snickered.

“Sit down sweetie. I want to go over your schedule. The Dean was nice enough to fit you into early classes. You should be done between twelve and one. Afterward, I want you to come to my lab. Let’s see if we can’t find you something to do.” Sammie grinned slyly.

“Every day…?” Now that truly was exciting.

“Every day…” Sammie smiled. “We’re just waiting for the clearance to come through.”

After spending the better part of the afternoon in the library…the one at the engineering school…I needed a serious break. Sammie was kind enough to provide just that. We went to the Rat for dinner and a much needed beer.

I’d been going through the books for dummies and was nearly caught up with the engineering stuff. Sometime between eating a caramelized onion and sipping Sammie’s beer my phone went off.

“Oh my God…!” I stared up at Sammie. “It’s my dad.”

He never called during the day.

“Hi daddy…”

Sammie chuckled. Yeah…I know…‘daddy’?

“Hi baby… What are you doing?”

He sounded too serious.

“Well…? I’m eating with Sammie?”

“No sweet heart… Why do you need security clearance?”

“Ummm… I don’t know. I switched majors this week. How do you know I need…whatever?”

“Your name doesn’t ring any bells. But my name rings all of them. I got a call from…some people. They wanted to know about you.”

Sammie must have seen the color drain from my face.

“What’s up baby girl?” Sammie whispered.

“It’s about my clearance?”

Sammie reached for my phone and I let her have it.

“Hi Mister Collins… Emma is going to be interning in my lab. I guess it’s my work that’s requiring the security clearance.”

“I haven’t had a chance to look at what you’re doing. I thought I’d call Emmie first. Give me just a moment.”

“For you sir…? Two moments…at least...” She chuckled.

The few moments seemed like an hour! But Sammie just sat there grinning as she devoured her fries. My dad must have come back on as she handed the phone to me.

“Hi daddy…”

‘Daddy’ Sammie mouthed, rolled her eyes, and snickered.

“Why are you changing your major? I thought you were in love with the subject area.”

“Well…? I think working with Sammie will be more fun?”

My dad broke into laughter verging on…hysteria?

“You don’t like the idea?” I’m such a ‘daddy’s girl’.

“Listen baby… I’m your biggest fan and anything you really want to do gets me hard.”

Sailors…and their weird analogies…! As if I even knew what ‘hard’ meant…!

“I should have known this ran in our blood.” He chuckled. “You’ll be in my backyard…so to speak. Comp science and engineering… I expect you’ll be teaching me in a year or two.”

“Awww…daddy…!” As if ever…! Truly…!

“But I don’t want any red-line phone calls to pull you off the ceiling.” He was seriously serious. “I don’t want any panicked calls from Sam. Just don’t get sidetracked with math…again. You know how you can get.”

“Yes daddy… I won’t.”

“Now listen carefully baby…” His voice was always so soothing when he wanted to be soothing…and that was almost all the time. “You realize that you will have a license to lie…when it comes to what you’re doing with Sam.”

Staring at Sammie, I was kind of shocked? I mean I really shouldn’t have been. What with the heavy doors and special keypad lock… I don’t think even the Dean knew the code. This took me a long moment to digest.

“Yes daddy… I understand.”

“I’m going to speed this up and bring it down to you. You’ll need to get four passport-sized photos taken. No makeup at all… Then get them to me ‘asap’. Understand sweet heart? I’ll also need a full set of your finger prints ‘asap’. You get me those and you’ll be up on point by Saturday.”

“Yes daddy… When do you think you’ll be down?” I loved seeing him.

“Oh…” I could hear him sigh. “Probably by…Friday… If we did this through the normal channels…this would take weeks. There’ll be one or two days of back and forth with couriers. But I’m fairly sure I can get it done by then.”

“Okay daddy…!” I was excited. “That’ll be so great!”

After saying my goodbye…tear laced of course…Sammie spoke.

“Your dad is coming down here?” Sammie seemed…shocked? “Why…?”

“Oh who cares? He’s coming here. That will be so…epic!”

“When…?”

“Maybe Friday…? I hope he can stay the weekend. He said something about paperwork and clearance…or something?” I sighed. “I wish he could stay with us. Oh yeah… I need to get some passport pictures taken? And finger prints…? Then we need to FedEx them I guess?”

We were in the midst of discussing his impending visit when suddenly my phone went off again.

“Hi daddy…” I giggled and curled up on my chair.

Sammie simply looked, shook her head, rolled her eyes, and chuckled.

“Listen baby… I just called a friend and he’ll arrange to have all that done tomorrow morning. You’ll need to be at the Justice Department building bright and early. That way I should have what I need by tomorrow night. Do you know where that is?”

“Downtown…?” Not totally clueless…

“When you go into the building…just give them your name and they’ll tell you where to go. And do bring your passport for identification.”

“Okay daddy…” I grinned.

Once told of what needed to get done, and where, Sammie insisted on going with me. And I’m so very glad she did! Taking the Metro during rush hour…and at the crack of dawn mind you…is not my idea of fun. Although we had breathing room and the A/C function…speaking of minor miracles…the odor of humanity in all its shapes, functions, and forms, was thick in the air.

We took an Uber to the address and arrived at a super imposing, totally tasteless in design, building. Oh sure I know that it’s meant to look big and scary. After all…we’re talking Federal Justice here. No blind woman holding scales… More like…Thor (not to be confused with any Hemsworth brother) ready to pound that freaking hammer…on whomever…for whatever...!!!

The receptionist suddenly became quite amenable once I identified myself. To our surprise, he also seemed to be expecting Sammie who flashed her security card I guess. And I was thankful. I hated to think of my Sammie having to ‘get lost’ for an hour or whatever. We even got an escort up to where we had to go. The woman who escorted us seemed a bit surprised that I was being photographed and printed.

And printed I was…actually…we were. Our fingers, palms, whole hands and everything were done on a thingy that looked like a copier. She then took us into the next room where our photos were taken. Though it didn’t take all that long, the woman was very cordial toward us and kept offering coffee or some other drink.

“How long do I need to wait for these?” Asked I sheepishly…

“Wait…? Why…?” She replied curiously.

“Well… My dad needs these.” Grinned I…again sheepishly.

“I don’t know where these are going…or why.” She smiled softly. “But they may already be at their destination. The computer age you know.” She giggled. “Anyway…those questions are way above my pay grade. Everything I do is by case number so everything remains anonymous.”

Upon leaving the building…and not a moment too soon for my taste…Sammie took me to a place nearby for breakfast to go. Sammie insisted I get the smoked salmon Benedict and she got Cajun shrimp Benedict. With our breakfasts and coffees in hand, she led me to Bayfront Park. We easily found a lovely spot to sit, eat, and enjoy the beautiful view of the harbor as a mild breeze blew in our faces.

“I don’t understand something.” Sammie muttered between bites. “I already have government clearance. Why did I need to do this again?”

Shrugging my shoulders, I shook my head.

“My dad works in mysterious ways.”

“But you do trust him?”

It was more of a statement than a question. And I couldn’t believe she actually asked me that.

“Completely…! Without hesitation…! I can tell him anything.” What was she really asking? “He wouldn’t do anything to hurt me. Although he might kill you…and your cat…” I snickered.

“Well…” Sammie gazed at me and I could read the worry in her. “Nobody gives you anything for nothing. Everybody wants something in return. I already have baseline clearance…which I never had to use until today. I just don’t…” She never finished her thought.

“Oh mama bear…” I lilted. “You’ll meet him and decide for yourself. He’s a real DILF.” I snickered.

“A DILF…? What the fuck is a DILF?”

“Well…” I giggled. “It’s like a MILF…only with a ‘D’. When he would go to the 'U' School…all the women teachers and staff couldn’t stop looking at him…or coming on to him. But…” I paused for a moment. “He’s kind of like the ultimate Alpha type male and doesn’t mess around. He’s very directed…and forceful…but in a good way.”

“Hmmm… Meeting him should be interesting. I think I’m kind of an Alpha female…in my own way.”

“Yeah…” I smirked. “That’s why you’re so hot! It kind of turns me on you know.”

“So I’ve noticed.” Sammie laughed.

“You’re very much like him. Kind of…no nonsense…? And you know what?”

Sammie shook her head.

“Daughters usually marry their fathers and sons usually marry their mothers. And if the role models are good, things usually work out okay.”

“Oh God…” Sammie sighed. “You’re definitely not my mother…or my father for that matter.”

“Well…” I laughed. “There are exceptions to every rule you know.”

Getting back to the campus around noon, Sammie went straight to her lab and I went to my room. The girls were out and I was able to put in a few solid hours of studying my new majors. The enormity of my dad’s impending visit didn’t hit me until around three in the afternoon. And then, suddenly my mind turned into a bag of very upset cats!

Anticipation runs very closely toward anxiety. I hadn’t seen my dad in months and I suddenly needed to see him so very much. He’s always been my ‘sea-anchor’…steadying me and keeping me on course through the squalls and storms of life. And believe me…there have been some very epic storms!

Add to this the fact that two very Alpha types would be in the very same room together… Visions of the ninth level of hell danced across my mind. What if he hated her? What is she hated him? What if they hated each other? And what would I do in the worst case scenario? I could never give up my mama bear. But I could never disappoint my dad either? And what about Bob…? Ummm… Forget Bob!

Thankfully my whirling drive into psychosis was interrupted by a text from BAM. Stephie and he were having trouble with something and wanted to know if I could help them. They were in the library but agreed to meet me outside the coffee shop. At least the open air and the view would be calming. When I arrived, they had staked out a table and grinned when they saw me coming.

“Don’t you go to class?” Stephie asked.

“Ummm…” I didn’t know how to answer. “I had to do something with…” I corrected myself before I said it. “…Doctor Evans. For work I guess…?”

“I can’t believe you’re in her lab.” BAM said softly.

“Yeah…” I sighed. “The Dean thought it was a good idea.”

“The Dean…?” They chanted. “I only met him once…and that was at orientation.” BAM whined.

“I don’t know!” I blurted out. “I only live here. It’s like everybody has plans for me but nobody’s saying crap about what they are.”

The stress of everything was beginning to build again.

“I’m just a kid…you know? And all these adults are making plans. I just wish I knew what was going on?” My shoulders slumped.

“Listen…” Stephie placed her hand atop mine. “If now isn’t good for you…”

“Nopers…” I insisted. “I could use a break from being myself.”

After spending about an hour and a half with them, the cats stopped screaming and confined themselves to simply chewing and clawing at the bag. At least I was able to provide Stephie and BAM with palpable help. As we were finishing up, I made up my mind that tonight was going to be a Sammie night. I would walk over to the Village and ask Lei if it was okay with her.

Just then Sammie called.

“Hey baby girl… How are you doing?”

“Hi…” I hesitated, glancing quickly at my stud buds.

“You okay…?” My Sammie heard the tension in my voice.

“I’d really like to see you tonight.” I kind of whispered…almost.

Sammie sighed. I knew the issue and she knew that I knew.

“Where are you now?”

“Outside the coffee shop...”

Deafening silence for the longest moment…

“I have about another five minutes here and then I’ll be over. Okay baby girl…?”

“Great…” I withheld the ‘mama bear’.

“Well…” BAM chuckled. “I guess you joining us at the Rat is out.”

“Sorry…” I cowered.

“I know this is really none of my business…”

Why is it whenever anybody says that, whatever it is suddenly becomes their business? And what’s worse…? I knew what Stephie was going to ask!

“Is it…”

“Yeah…” I sighed.

“Wait… What…?” BAM looked confused. He stared at me and then at Stephie…and then back at me. “You mean Doctor…?”

“Shut up BAM…!” Stephie elbowed him.

“You’re gay?” He seemed stunned.

“BAM…!” Another flying elbow…harder this time. “Shut the fuck up!”

“You’re family?” Some people…! “Can we meet her? I mean we see her around but she never seems to have time to speak to anyone other than the Dean.” He turned to Stephie. “Don’t you want to meet her?”

“Look guys…” I had to put a stop to this. “I met Doctor Evans when I was on the other side of the campus. I was in the social sciences school. She helped me with my stats and we just…well…we just hit it off I guess.”

“It’s all over the schools. You and Doctor Evans...and the Dean…” BAM said solemnly.

“But it’s not what you think.” Stephie quickly added in a hushed voice. “It’s like…you’re the new super brain and that you’re Doctor Evans’ protégé?”

“After all, we are basically geeks and that means all fun and no work. It other words…all puters...the fun part... and no sex. And you should have been in class today. You aced that test by fourteen points! The Doc was shocked.”

“I wonder if he looked at the program I wrote. I put it on the exam.”

“Forget it.” BAM laughed. “He never saw the exams. That’s what you have GAs for.”

We spoke for a while and I felt assured that ‘Samma’ was safe. One thing about nerds…we just don’t have the time or interest to dabble in weird gossip…or social media to spread gossip. My soul breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Sammie approach us.

“Hi…” Sam was nearly breathless. “I got hung up at the lab.” She gazed at my stud buds. “Your study group I take it?”

“Yeah… This is Stephie and BAM.”

Sammie smiled at them and shook hands with each.

“It’s really great to meet you Doctor Evans.”

BAM was so excited to meet Sammie I thought he might pee!

“Totally…” Echoed Stephie... “We’ve kind of heard so much about you and your lab.”

Sammie pulled out a chair and sat down. It’s not exactly what I wanted but she waved the other two to take a seat.

“So…” Sammie chuckled. “What’s the latest gossip about my lab?”

And so they related everything…EVERYTHING!!! From new super weapons to new disposable toilets…! Sammie snickered at some of the guesses that circulated around the school.

“I mean your lab is a total mystery.” BAM chuckled. “You have PHds with several disciplines and mechanical engineer…also with a PHd….and everybody’s listed as an instructor. But they don’t teach…or even have GAs to teach for them.”

“Well…” Sammie exhaled with a huge grin. “I guess our project security is still good.” She turned toward me. “Every so often I’ll ask someone what they hear. But disposable toilets…?” She burst into laughter. “That’s a first for me.”

“So…” Stephie smiled wryly. “How can I get a job in your lab?”

Gag me with a pitch fork! I couldn’t believe she actually asked that question. But Sammie simply laughed.

“Although my regular staff comes from top grad schools, the degree is the least important. Always remember this. It doesn’t matter where you go. It only matters what you do. Aside from brilliance, my people…” Sammie grinned at me. “…except for one…have shown initiative, the ability to improvise, and a masochistic desire to work way beyond the call of duty.”

“How do you show those three things?” BAM leaned in toward Sammie.

“Take Emmie here for example. How often have you passed by the main bulletin board?”

“We pass it every day a few times.” Stephie said.

“Have you every picked up the featured problem and tried to solve it?”

“Not really…” BAM said softly.

“Emmie picked up the problem as we were on the way to the Dean’s office. By the time she got there, she already had the answer formulated. What chapter are you on in your Basic text?”

“We just finished struggling through the seventh.” BAM said. “And that’s with Emmie’s help.”

“Emmie’s just about finished the entire book.” Sammie grinned at me. “She’s going to be working full time with me one of these days.” Sammie sighed and smiled softly. “Both of you are capable of doing great things. You’re studying engineering or science…or both. You obviously have a gift. The only question is when you will discover it.”

Oh my God…! Did my Sammie just quote me?

“And when you do discover it…perhaps it will be something I can use.”

All hope was lost expressions appeared on their faces. And Sammie…being Sammie…let it sink in.

“But…!” Sammie announced filled with mirth. “I currently have two undergrad students who will be gone in December. If either…or both of you…can show me something between now and then…I’ll give it some thought.”

‘That’s my Sammie’ I thought as she got up. I gathered the last few things with a smile. She was a realist…but not a bully. And even though their chances were nil…BAM and Stephie left with smiles as well. As we walked in an opposite direction from my stud buds, Sammie put her arm around my waist.

“So… What’s going on with you baby girl? You’re trembling like a leaf.”

Shaking my head and sighing, I stepped in closer to Sammie’s side.

“Maybe later…?” She put her arm around my shoulders holding me closer.

Nodding agreement, we continued to her apartment. After stopping to collect her mail, we went up in the elevator. Sammie opened the door to the view of Lei, headphones on and game controller in hand, deeply ensconced in some fantasy game.

“Hey…” Sammie said in greeting.

But Lei was so completely absorbed that she didn’t even know we were there. Sammie crumpled up one of the ad flyers and threw it at Lei popping her directly on her head.

“Aiii… Bumbleclot…!” She suddenly turned to see us as she threw the controller to the floor. “I just lost my kingdom!”

“We need to talk.” Sammie spoke firmly.

“Sure honey…”

Lei stood up, removed her headphones, and came toward us. Suddenly her hands flew to her cheeks and she looked at me …in shock?

“Honey child…” She cried. “What is the devil in you? You tremble like a leaf.”

Was I that obvious? How could I not be? Lei reached out and took my hands. She pulled me to one of the bucket chairs and sat me down.

“You just wait child. Lei will fix you a cup of her special tea.”

As she scurried off into her room, Sammie came and sat on the coffee table. She took my hands in hers and smiled softly. Her gaze was comforting.

“I make no claims for whatever she puts in her ‘special tea’. But it seems to do the trick for her.” She smiled gently.

So…as Lei went to work in the kitchen, Sam leaned in and hugged me. I felt so depressed and the anxiety switched into…hopelessness? My emotions were so totally out of my control. Numbness and impending doom were all I felt. Of course tears fell...

“Here you go darling girl…”

Lei gave me a mug full of steaming liquid. I could smell the aroma of chamomile and rum. Sipping the tea slowly, I savored the unusual flavors. There was a hint of orange in the taste. Lei smiled.

“This will ease your spirits and sooth the bowel.”

What a unique way to put it. 'Sooth the bowel'... But Lei was right. My stomach was in knots. And though I hadn’t eaten since breakfast, I truly had no appetite. As Lei started for her room, Sammie stopped her.

“One minute Lei…” Sammie got up and took my free hand. “Come baby girl… Let’s get you into my room so you can get comfy and relax a little.”

Sammie thankfully assisted me into her bedroom. She made sure I was settled atop her bed and left, closing the door behind her, to speak with Lei. Slowly sipping the tea, I knew what they were speaking about. Me…!

Sammie knew I was needy and I knew that the last thing a lesbian needed was a needy BGFF. I tried telling myself that this wasn’t the same thing. But in my present state of mind…I failed…miserably. I settled back into the task at hand; drinking the tea. And I had to admit it was calming me down. By the time Sammie came back in, I was actually smiling and giggling.

“Well…” She grinned. “That was easy. You’re here as long as you need to be. I think she likes you.”

As Sammie crossed the room, she kicked off her sneakers and hopped onto her side of the bed. She reached out her hand.

“Give me your tea and come over here.” She smiled slyly as she sat up in bed.

Kicking off my sandals, I hopped over to her and nestled against Sammie’s side. Sammie sniffed at the cup and chuckled.

“You know…? Lei must really like you.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because the rum in this…? It’s from her pipe.”

“Her what…?” Clueless…

“She smokes her dope through a water pipe? And this is what’s in it instead of water.” Sammie snickered. “It’s the part she loves the best. All that pot resin floating in rum…? It’s an extra high.”

“Oh my God…!” O-M-G!!! “I should stop drinking it then.”

Minor league panic... I was feeling too good for a major league one.

“Nopers… Finish it. It won’t hurt you and it seems to be doing just what she said it would. So…now that you’re…as the poet said…comfortably numb…what’s going on baby girl?”

“Oh God…” I sighed.

“Let me take a wild guess. Daddy issues…?”

Ka-boom…! Ba-da-boom…!

“How’d you know?” I was shocked.

“Oh baby girl…” Sammie sighed and kissed my forehead. “You have daddy’s girl written all over you. So you’re afraid of upsetting him…or something? And I’m reasonably sure that his impending visit has something to do with it.”

“Yeah…” I stared into the remains of the tea.

“So… You want to tell me or what?”

“Well… What if he doesn’t like you or you don’t like him or you both don’t like each other? Then what am I supposed to do?” I sighed and gazed up at her. “It’s not like I’m going to leave you or anything. I can’t do that.”

“Okay… Let’s assume he hates me.” Sammie paused for a moment. “Does he love you?”

“Yeah…”

“Then he’ll get over it. Count yourself as lucky. Mine hates me. My mom and my sibs won’t even talk to me. And if I brought you to meet them…they’d hate you too. So trust me... He’ll get over it.”

“And if you don’t like him?”

“Oh I’ll like him alright. Just from speaking with him on the phone I know I’ll like him. But…” She grinned wryly. “…I’ll need to be careful with him. He’s smart. He must have gotten that from you.” She chuckled.

It’s funny how you can know something’s right logically…but inside you still worry about it.

“I think I’m stoned.” I giggled.

“I’d be shocked if you weren’t.” Sammie laughed.

“I’m starving but I don’t want to move.”

“Pizza…in bed…! And I must like you a lot to let you eat in bed.” She snickered as she dialed up for pizza. “Let me check with Lei. Maybe she would like something.”

As much as I hated Sammie getting up and leaving the room, it gave me the impetus to change out of my clothes and into a sleeping tee. As I washed my face with cold water, I had to admit I looked like poopie shit. It wears…the stress...you know...?

NetFlix and pizza my dad said? That’s exacted what we did. I set the coffee table with plates, knives and forks, napkins, glasses, a bottle of red wine…a Jessie hold over, and the boxes of course. The ladies let me pick the flick. ‘Avatar’ turned out to be the perfect choice. Lei had never seen it and, in spite of her avid gaming, never even heard of it.

Sandwiched as I was between two large women was quite comforting. The warmth of their bodies felt so very good. And Lei’s reaction to the visuals proved to be…interesting? It’s my fave ‘feel good’ movie and Sammie certainly didn’t object. She’d seen it a few times before. I think her only problem was keeping her hands off of me. What a giggle…

After the flick and dinner, Sammie went into the bedroom as I cleaned up and stowed the left overs away. Lei was making me another cup of her ‘special’ tea. Only this time she included some kind of herb for sleep.

I hugged her. The sensation of being snugged against her huge boobs and full tummy was all encompassing. I mean it’s not like I had a thing for her. It was more of like what a mother might feel like?

The scene was set when I walked into the bedroom. Sammie had the soft music playing. Scented candles were lit. The lighting was dim…and intimate. And Sammie…my Sammie…was already naked and waiting for me so that we might shower together. To…get…her…!

“Lei made you another cup of her tea?”

“Yeah…” I grinned. “She is into her herbs. She said there’s something in it to help me sleep.” I snickered. “But I won’t need it.”

“Why not…?” Sammie kind of leered at me?

“Because I have my mama bear snuggly…” I chuckled.

And snuggle we did. Sammie was feeling a wee bit amorous but I simply couldn’t get into it. I mean I had no problem with playing a little. But I was too depleted from all the self-induced stress to relax enough. She understood and let me have my gentle way with her. I never had to leave her arms at all. Sleep came easily to both of us.

Thursday was ridiculous. Attempting to go to classes proved futile. I couldn’t concentrate on anything other than my dad coming in the next day. He did call in the afternoon whilst I was sitting beneath our tree. Sammie wanted us to pick him up at the airport.

But no…not my dad…! Instead of coming into Miami Airport like a normal person, he was hitching a ride out of Norfolk Naval Air Station and landing in Homestead! Then he was checking into a motel across from the school. After that he would meet us on campus.

I could have screamed! Faaahhhk…! I was a mess again and I spent yet another night with my Sammie. After two cups of special tea, she could pull me down off the ceiling.

We were in Sammie’s lab when the call came to come to the Dean’s office. Evidently Sammie was invited as well. I was still getting my bearings and only remembered the office was somewhere on the second floor of one of the buildings. So much for a Rear Admiral’s daughter plotting a course. Sammie knew the way blindfolded.

My heart was racing. I could feel the blood pulsing in my temples. Anxiety and panic were fighting anticipation for first place. It was like an out of body experience as Sammie tugged me along. I saw familiar things but they just didn’t register. I was so not in the moment that before I realized it, we were in the Dean’s outer office. I suddenly pulled away from Sammie and burst through the Dean’s door.

Lei was twenty-one after all, and she was a party animal to be sure. And she certainly didn’t want to be in college anyway. Lei wanted to be out feeling her…youth? She was too full of life to be contained within four walls for any period of time. Like...more than fifteen minutes was more than enough…maybe?

But I also felt bad for her because she was leaving school. The only future she ever spoke about was that beneath a palm tree throwing back frozen mixed drinks and smoking pot. And the sad part was that with her family’s wealth, she would probably get away with doing just that.

However…her rapid departure at such a late date meant that I could be Sammie’s ‘new roomie’...sort of? As things were, I was spending three nights a week with her anyway. And now I was spending five. I acquired Monday and Wednesday nights. Sammie still needed two nights a week to pull what almost amounted to ‘all-nighters’.

Although she only spent five or six hours in the lab, she used those nights, as well as at least two or three hours when I was around, to process the work and dole out the next day’s assignments. I don’t know where she found the energy. And she worked out at least five days a week!

It didn’t take very long for everyone involved to realize that being in most of my ‘new’ classes was a waste of time; my time. I was learning at too fast a rate and any questions I might have were too far ahead for the professors to begin to explain during class time. I would show up once a week to hand in my work and get the new assignments. I was so far ahead of the others students that the Dean arraigned for me to take the finals for my current classes…and the ‘202’ classes as well.

But stats still remained my bain and I needed to attend the classes.

As poetic justice, Sammie assigned me to Jessie in the lab. I was able to check all of her math and most of her programming. She had to feel a bit…paranoid? I mean here’s this sophomore going over her work. And her…a PhD. or something...? But it was fine after the first two weeks. In fact she was actually teaching me a few things.

Everything was fine until we had our first argument. Well…maybe more of an animated discussion…? Picture this will you will. Granted Sammie is a few inches taller than me. But only maybe two of three inches… However…I completely disappear when I stand behind her. 'Baby girl needs a big playground' she would say. And I certainly enjoyed that playground. We enjoyed each other’s playgrounds.

“I won’t fucking do it!” Sammie profaned when in stubborn mule mode.

We’re face to face; me on my toes. I couldn’t tell you whose face was the more red; Sammie’s or mine. Our eyes bulged and we mirrored the hands on hips stance.

“But you promised.” I hissed. “You lost the bet! So keep your word!”

“But I don’t even have any nails!” She shouted, holding her hands up.

Whilst it was true her nails were shorter than short, she still had them and I so wanted her to experience the entire process of a mani-pedi. Whether it was her guilt of not keeping her word, or my undying persistence, Sammie relented.

In truth, I sort of knew what Sammie’s issue was; being too femme. And certainly a mani-pedi was close to the epitome of femme. Maybe a day at the spa was the ultimate. But even I hadn’t ever gone that far…yet. Her one concession to femininity was bleaching her hair and being particular in its styling before leaving the apartment.

Finally being able to schedule an appointment at the salon she went to, I managed to fit in a Saturday appointment for nails and hair. Taking two showers a day led to a multitude of split ends and I direly needed to have a trim. And my Sammie was due for a trim anyway.

Sammie getting her nails done proved to be a chore. She watched as my nails were done and I could feel her gritting her teeth. The tools alone were threatening enough but her brows arched as they were being used. I was always particularly fussy about color choices and I always wanted two topcoats of clear lacquer. I wanted the color to last.

But when her turn came around, she looked as if she was ready to bolt out the door. We nearly had yet another animated discussion when I wanted her to get a rose tinted clear lacquer applied. Although there wasn’t much to work with, our manicurist worked particularly hard in cleaning up Sammie’s cuticles and adding some sort of shape.

Foot baths are amazing all in themselves. The bubbling water and fragrant soaps only amplify the amazing sensation. With great trepidation, Sammie dunked her feet into the turbulent very warm water and within moments a smile crept onto her face. After everything was done, she stared at her toes as they sparkled in the light and smiled.

More drama...sort of...?

One evening as we were getting ready for bed, I sat peeing. Even though my boy bit drooped, I always made sure of the direction with my hand. Sammie walked in and simply stared at me sitting there. She had this very odd expression of bewilderment on her face.

“What…?” I giggled.

“Nothing…” She said and smiled weakly.

Going to the basin, Sammie turned the faucet and let the water warm up as it ran. She placed her hands on both sides of the basin and bent forward. Sammie simply stared at the water as it flowed and went down the drain. In spite of her mood being easy, discovering the hanging matter was wasn’t.

“Mama bear…?” I lilted as I got up and walked the three paces to her. “What’s up with you?” I embraced her from behind, resting my head against her shoulder. “What’s on your mind?”

I had to ask at least twice. Sammie would tell me what was up when she was ready. But if I didn’t ask…how would she know I was available to listen. Even though we had our shower together as was our normal, Sammie slashed water onto her face.

“I’m okay.”

Sammie spoke in her least convincing voice ever! After briskly drying her face with a hand towel, Sammie turned and embraced me. My arms never left her at all. She kissed my cheeks and forehead. Then she stood holding me and gazing intensely into my eyes.

“Let’s go to bed baby doll. I’m really tired.” Sammie smiled more strongly…or less weakly? Whatever…

As we turned to walk out, I grabbed the face cream. Sammie hadn’t done it and I was insistent. She sat down on her side of the bed and I swiftly took advantage.

“Oh yeah…” She said with a weak grin as she shook her head. “I forgot about that.”

Sitting next to her, I began to slowly and tenderly apply the cream…it’s stronger than the lotion and Sammie’s skin was nearly as porcelain as mine. Beneath the soft touch of my fingers, I could actually feel her loosen up…emotionally. When I finished, complete with applying a wee bit of the excess on my face, I got onto bed on my side. As usual, we had the scented candles lit and the mood was…calming…soothing.

Sammie was on her back. Her head rested on her hands and her elbows jutted outward. She was staring at the ceiling and the dancing shadows the candles produced. I snuggled into her side and rested my head on her breast. Sammie put her arm around my shoulders as she began to unfold this mystery.

“I can’t figure it out.” She said resolutely.

“What can’t you figure out?” I gently rubbed her tummy.

“You…? Me…? Us…?”

“What do you mean?”

“When I saw you on the toilet…? I mean you looked so utterly feminine. And then I think about your…your dick? I should be running off into the night screaming in horror. What I shouldn’t be doing is touching it, playing with it, putting it into my mouth.”

Sammie sighed sadly.

“I’ve always been gay.” Sammie’s other hand went around me and she turned so that she could gaze into my eyes. “Hot girls always got me swampy. And guys…? All I could think about was how hairy they were and how weird they smelled and how they had this lethal fucking weapon between their legs just waiting to shoot its crap up into me."

Another sigh...

“But none of that matters when I think of you. None of that matters when I’m with you… And I don’t understand why…when it should matter. It should matter…a lot.” Sammie sighed again as a tear or two fell from her eyes.

“Well…” I was trembling at her revelations. “What about us?”

“Us…? Like in you and me…?” Sammie sniffled and I felt her reach for a tissue. She wiped her eyes and nose. “It’s like I can’t feel a time there wasn’t an 'us'…you know? I feel like we are two incomplete people that make up one complete one. Does that sound strange…or what?”

Sammie shifted onto her side and propped her head up with her palm. She continued to gently caress me, as her gaze never left mine. Taking a deep breath, Sammie let it out with a sigh.

“It’s like my life right now is too perfect.”

‘Too perfect…’? Is there really such a thing?

“Yeah but it’s not like I’m your first conquest.” I giggled.

“Yeah…” She snorted. “But it’s like you are. I know you hate me saying this but…you’re so fucking femme and it’s not affected. It’s real. You’re kind of like having a wife. But without you really being one.”

Not really knowing what to say, I simply stared at Sammie.

“You’re so low maintenance it’s almost ridiculous. You keep house for me in ways I couldn’t have ever imagined before. I mean really…hanging up my clothes…doing the housework…the cooking…and a dozen other little things? And I don’t need to waste time amusing you. You even listen to me when I speak to you. It’s like…too perfect.”

“So what’s the problem mama bear?”

“I can’t figure it out. It just doesn’t make sense to me…that somebody like you would even want to be seen with somebody like me. It’s not like you’re a lesbian and your not really interested in guys. If nothing else I’m a scientist…and an engineer. Things need to make sense to me.”

“Oh mama bear…” I understood and felt for her. “We need to go to your fave place of study; evolutionary biology and Darwinism. Human emotions…our emotions…can’t be quantified. It’s…what did you call it…soft science? You have very distinctly male traits…personality traits. You’re, demanding, aggressive, straightforward, certainly assertive, and methodical. I’m definitely none of those things. If anything, I’m the complete opposite.” I smiled warmly and touched her cheek gently. “You’re right. We’re like two halves making up a whole.”

Seeing Sammie thinking over what I’d just said, I knew she would understand. She rolled back and pulled me into her side again. But her expression suddenly changed to a serious one. She leaned in toward me with her lips pouting. We kissed. It was a quick kiss. But it was one of those kissed that says ‘I’m glad you’re here’.

"It’s only that…” She paused and gently stroked my cheek. “Well…this is like a dream and I’m so afraid I’ll wake up and it’s gone. We’re gone.”

As a tear fell from each of her beautiful eyes, I reached out and caught both with my finger. Putting my finger into my mouth, I savored the slightly salty taste and smiled. I was bringing a small part of her into my body…into me. She grinned knowing full well what I was thinking.

“Are you happy?” Sammie asked timidly.

What an odd question to be asked at a moment like this. I mean it was a valid question but I was more concerned about this…this melancholy moment of Sammie’s.

“Yeah…” My smile illuminated my answer. “I am. I'm so incredibly happy.” I said as I reached out to gently rub her lips with my fingertip. "Are you happy? Happy with me...?”

Sammie stared blankly for a moment. Then she fell or than turned onto her back and began to laugh. Also…hysterically! Tears of laughter filled her eyes as she reached for a tissue. Giggling nervously, I moved to rest my head on Sammie’s her tummy so I could gaze at her. Finally she calmed down enough to giggled out her answer.

“I’ve never been happier in my life.” Sammie sniffled. “And I think that scares me…you know?”

“Yeah…” I sort of knew and snickered. “Maybe I’m your reward for dues paid?”

“Three times over…!” She laughed and pulled me up to kiss me.

Of course there was always just a wee bit of drama when Sammie had her periods. They weren’t much of anything really. I did learn a new word; spotting. You see…Sammie was so physically active that she really didn’t bleed much at all. She didn’t even need to mess with tampons or stuff like that? At the end of the day her panty liner would be spotted with just a wee bit of blood. Hence…spotting…

But I could always tell when it was her time of the month. She would become moody and sort of needy? There would be lots of hugs and touching and that sort of thing. No problem with that as far as I was concerned. It seemed like we could never get enough of each other.

And then there was the time she became jealous…sort of. The entire incident was silly to begin with. There was this guy in the study group for comp. engineering. He was uber cute if you were into uber cute guys. Anyway…we were simply talking in the hall when Sammie turned the corner at the end.

This guy was carrying on so much about how epically boring the lecturer was. He told a joke about her…the lecturer that is…and I snickered. Sammie thought we were flirting big time. I could see her smile vanish and a frown appear.

Instantly I knew what she was thinking. That’s just the way we were with each other. I mean it’s not like we were a secret or something. We were both cool in the buildings. We didn’t even hold hands when we left the lab at the day’s end. But Sammie’s insecurities arose and she really needed to talk it out.

“Who was that guy you were talking with?” Was how it began to play out.

“Oh… He’s in one of the study groups. He’s kind of a douchetard? He just doesn’t get it.” I snickered.

“Get what?” No smile…

“I don’t know? The big picture I guess? You know how everything’s connected? And each of us is kind of a link? And some of us are complete enough to be several links? He doesn’t get it.” I grinned. “You’re jealous!” I laughed.

“Well... He is a guy!”

“Yeah…” I laughed even harder. “I don’t do dick either in case you haven’t guessed.”

“Yeah… Maybe so… But you’re not a lesbian either. The only time you look at another woman is when she’s wearing something you like…or not.”

I could see the emotions rising in Sammie. It was like a darkness that arose in her when she was feeling insecure. And although she didn’t consciously intend to say something that hurt…she did. For a moment I felt like every time Sammie felt insecure, she would bring up some imperfection with me. But logically I knew that wasn’t true.

“Mama bear…you took my 'cherry' all three ways. I have no interest in guys…or other women for that matter.”

Then I remembered the time of the month! Of course the only cure for this was a hug and a very wet and hunger kiss. I straddled her lap and held onto her as if our lives depended upon it. We made passionate and very loving love that night. How wonderful it was to smell like one another at both ends…yet again.

Our routine was fixed in solid rock. We would awaken and do our GRWM and OOTD together. We’d walk to the engineering building after getting our morning coffees. Sammie went to her lab and I went to whatever classes I felt the need to attend…or to the school’s library computers. Then I’d join her in the lab until three or so. We’d walk back to the apartment and I’d study whilst Sammie went to work out.

Although this all may sound boring as all fuck, it was what we both needed. Neither one of us truly had roots to speak of. So we found roots in one another. I even made sure she worked for at least two hours before showering and bed. As the wheel turns, this actually cut down on her manic work sessions on Wednesday and Thursday nights.

If we didn’t go out for dinner, we would both prepare something together. Sammie even got into the clean up part when she realized how restful the mindless crap of everyday living really was. Whilst some would say we were simply playing house, I regarded it more as practicing? I would fantasize being married to Sammie, and, as she had said several times before, I was her wife.

But my new life had one drawback. I missed seeing those two derps Pat and Jeanie. Only coming in to sleep and shower in the ‘off’ days, I always tried spent time with them. And I mean that as in needing to speak to somebody…nay…anybody…who was not into math or puters. It was simply another form of mindless…amusement? Except for the night Jeanie was alone.

“We never talked about this. But..." She bite her lip. "You’re trans…right…?” She asked softly.

My entire world suddenly melted away. My heart would have fallen out my butt hole had it not landed so very heavily atop my tummy. Jeanie reached out and took my hand. She pulled me down beside her on the bed.

“I wanted to speak with you when Pat wasn’t around. She’s totally anti-trans and I really don’t know how’d she react.” Jeanie smiled softly. “She goes to these rad-fem meetings but… I think they’re called TERFs or something? But I think they’re more like turds.” She snickered.

“How’d you know?” I whispered; my insides still melting.

“I kind of guessed it from day one…sort of.” She giggled. “You left your hormones out after you showered. I wanted to borrow your blow dryer…remember?”

“Yeah…”

“Well…” She smiled slyly. “I’m always up for a new medicinal experience so I looked them up. When I saw they were heavy duty ‘mones’, other shit began to make sense. Like the fact that you were never totally naked even though the rest of us…including the slut…ran around the place nude at times. I guess Sam knows…right?”

“Yeah… I had to tell her.” I whispered.

“That was when she blew you off?” Jeanie’s eyes bugged.

“Yeah…” I sighed. “But she got over it. I never would have gotten over her. She meant too much to me.”

“But you still have…”

There was no way I could let her finish her thought.

“Sometimes things are just…fated? We seemed to need each other and that need overcame my…short comings?” I blushed and gazed down at my hands.

“Not much there…huh?”

“Nopers…”

This was getting a little more than painful. But I couldn’t ignore Jeanie’s…curiosity? I shook my head, still looking down.

“Well I’m certainly not going to out you to anybody; especially Pat. She thinks you and Sam are the most epically romantic pair since…Juliet and Juliet?” She snickered. “So…how’s engineering school?”

At that moment Pat walked into the quad. And thankfully so because the two of them together were comic relief personified. So in between them bickering and joking, their incessant texting, a joint and some wine, my mood returned to it’s usual calm and placid place.

Later that night, Sammie and I spoke about what had occurred.

“Look baby girl… These things are just part of life. You’re lucky Jeanie decided to speak to you about it. In spite of her being shallow, insipid, ditzy, vain, immature, boring as all fuck, and generally a waste of time, she is a good friend to you. And she never outed you to Pat…or anybody else for that matter.”

Wondering when Sammie would run out of negative descriptors for Jeanie, I had to laugh at her summation. But Sammie was right. Jeanie always made sure I looked good before meeting up with Sammie for any reason. I mean you don’t just loan out fine jewelry to anyone…you know?

“I know this is the first time you had to deal with this. But I promise you it won’t be the last. If I…of all people…could get past it, others will need to. You’re way too… You are way too fucking amazing for people not to get past it. And if they can’t get past it…fuck them!” She laughed. “They’re not worth giving the time of day to anyway.”

Sammie was right of course. She always was right. And I must admit that getting past my rebirth was not nearly as hard as getting past my…gift…my weird abilities? The people who had the hardest time getting past me being who I am were the one's in Sammie’s lab. These were post doctoral and doctoral candidates. They simply couldn’t believe the rate I was learning at. And Jessie physically trembled every time I reviewed her work!

It got to the point where I was overseeing their work when Sammie had a meeting to attend or some other faculty duty. I really hated the paper work involved but I trudged through it. And, on top of that, I still had my assignments in the lab. But the more work I had, the happier I seemed to feel. I truly felt like I couldn’t be busy enough!

And…to add insult to injury…sort of…after I solved five consecutive math and programming problems issued by the faculty, I was asked by the Dean to stop handing them in! I was solving them so quickly that nobody else had a chance to really test themselves. I still did them anyway but just had them checked. They were puzzles and puzzles were my idea of having fun.

The really big question on everybody’s mind was why this ‘gift’ wasn’t discovered and acted upon sooner. Instead of being a seventeen-year-old student I could have been a seventeen-year-old PhD….? As if...! So my dad went for a sort of normal early teens. It didn’t really make a difference to me. The titles and all that crap really meant nothing anyway. Jessie was proof of that.

But after all is said and done, and the travails of the day have ended, she and me could finally just be ‘we’. We could sit in front of the large screen and eat…and cuddle. Sammie loved a ‘good’ lesbian rom-dram. Although there were a few I really liked, it was more for the universal themes I picked up on.

Sammie did love her adventure, sci-fi, and action flicks though. She simply adored Jason Statham…but for his athletic prowess only. She hated the fact that he was boffing Rosie Huntley-'What’s her name'. Sammie felt that any woman who looked that good should be a lesbian.
Sammie watched every ‘Alien’ flick. Sigourney Weaver in a perspiration soaked tee shirt was worthy of adoration. And Emily Blunt in ‘Sicaro’ and ‘Edge of Tomorrow’ was the epitome of feminine physical strength.

What did I like? I liked any flick that was well done. And if it was well done and I was still unengaged, I’d stick my tongue in Sammie’s ear…or belly button. And if that didn’t work...as if...I always had a textbook nearby to go through. Of course there were more plays and concerts and dances to take up any slack.

We were always doing something even if that something was really nothing. And it was very good for me. I was actually kind of maturing…rapidly. Although for sure a lot of my innocence kind of wore off, some things more important was taking its place; knowledge, poise, a small degree of wisdom, and responsibilities to, and for, others.

But my inner child always ran close to the surface and I loved to play almost as much as I loved to learn. And I was…in my father’s words…‘toughening up’. Oddly enough though wholly understandably, Sammie was softening up. She could relax with me. She could say anything and everything to me. Sammie’s sharp edges were becoming slightly rounded and her inner child was becoming easier to see.

We had the occasional pillow fight. We wrestled. Well…I wrestled and Sammie simply giggled and put me on my back with one hand. We even bought ourselves a toy; a remote controlled drone so we could spook around campus and buzz people we didn’t care for.

We even managed to get to the beach on occasion. With her schedule, my schedule, and our schedule, this proved to be a difficult, but worthwhile treat. Leaving early, we’d arrive at Bill Baggs Park. We would get there just as the park opened and we often brought our breakfast as well. Sammie would spread out the beach towels and I did the same for our breakfast.

“You’re particularly doe-eyed today baby girl.” Sammie snickered.

We would pick from the cheeses and crackers, the fresh cut fruit, and cut meats I got when we went shopping. But I just wouldn’t take my eyes off of Sammie. Simply looking at her smiling and totally at ease was amazing. Just how amazing? I thought I dripped into my swim suit. So I answered by shrugging my shoulders and giggling stupidly.

Between the food, the sand between my toes, the aroma of the sea, the amazing view of Biscayne Bay, and my honey, I was overwhelmed by emotion. I would need to lean forward and hug her. It wasn’t one of those ‘let’s get naked’ hugs. Nor was it one of those ‘I’m so glad we’re here together’ hugs.

It often was one of those soul melding hugs. It was one of those hugs where you no longer really feel the physicality of the object of your attentions. It was one of those hugs where words are so very unnecessary…and even intrusive. It was one of those hugs where you really didn’t need to think what was on the other’s mind. You simply knew because you were thinking and feeling the same things.

What were the chances of a seventeen year old sophomore and a twenty-five year old PHd. becoming so close so quickly without boring the crap out of one another? And when one thinks of our differences, the entire thing becomes even more…weird? Just the very idea of us communicating on the same level was even weirder.

Truth is a very strong thing. Truth is way stronger than facts. That much I learned in my stats class. Percentages are facts. And they are always skewed in one way of another. But a truth is rock solid. And the truth was that we were totally infatuated with one another. It would have been presumptuous to say we were in love. But then again, words are always intrusive.

The water was too cold for us to swim in. Being South Florida girls, if the water temperature is less than eighty degrees, it’s too cold for us. When we see people in the water in February, we know they’re from way up north. So we often just walked along the beach with an arm around each other’s waist. And we would walk ankle deep in the water. I would even wet my face and neck to have the aroma of the sea for a little longer.

“I think I want to come out to Pat.” I said on one of our trips to the beach.

Sammie stopped walking.

“Why…?” She asked in amazement. “Didn't you say she's a TERF or something?”

“Yeah…” Lilted I. “But I feel bad that Jeanie knows and she can’t tell Pat. I hate the thought of her having to keep secrets from Pat…you know?”

“Yeah…” Sighed Sammie. “Jeanie is cool. But Pat…? You need to be prepared if she opens up her mouth. I mean this campus is pretty loose but…you never know.”

“Yeah…” Sighed I. “The haters are everywhere.”

Whoever said experience is the best teacher never mentioned the harshness of the lessons. We both knew from experience even if Sammie’s lessons were harsher than mine. But Sammie was being Sammie…overly protective…as usual. She just wanted to make sure that this was what I really wanted do and that I knew the possible consequences.

Even that conversation couldn’t ruin the mood I was in. When we returned we both spend an undue amount of time scraping the sun screen off one another in the shower. Whilst being endowed with a pasty white complexion is often a dream, the consequences of the sun are all too often a nightmare.

After resting and cuddling and…well…you know, we got about the rest of our day. Sammie was on her puter and I was on mine doing homework of sorts. I was finishing up the text on Python when I got a text. The only people that ever texted me were Sammie…of course…and my father. I gazed up at Sammie who was already anxiously gazing at me.

“It’s Jeanie.” Of course… “She wants to know if we want to have din with her and Pat.”

Sammie gazed off for a moment and then back at me.

“What do you feel like doing?” She asked.

Thinking for a moment as I bit my lip in thought, I replied.

“Sure… Why not…?” I arched my brows. “I mean they’re nice enough. And it’s Pat’s birthday. I think it’s kind of sweet that they want us to celebrate with them.”

“Okay…” Sammie shrugged. “I can handle them for a dinner at least.” She chuckled. “Give her a call.”

Tapping in her number, I knew I wanted to make the call short. It was not the time to get into a conversation with her. I was too close to finishing the text and I didn’t want to be distracted. And so it was…quick that is.

“They have a reservation at the River Oyster Bar?”

“Oh shit…!” Sammie made a sour face. “Downtown…? What time is it for?”

“She said five?” I grinned. “And she said she’s paying.”

“In that case…we’ll drive.” Sammie snickered. “I only hope she knows with whom she deals. I am super hungry.”

“I don’t think she really cares? She wants to go all out I guess.”

“Well…” Sammie sighed and smiled. “We should dress up a little for this. Call her back and tell her we’ll offer to drive.”

So I did and Jeanie gladly accepted. And dress up we did. Sammie even wore her ‘meeting the grantor’s’ outfit complete with her black lace tie around the collar. And I wore my best Saturday night skirt and top. It also happened to be my best Friday and Sunday night skirt and top. You know what I mean.

Anyway…Jeanie and Pat didn’t disappoint. Jeanie looked amazing in this painted on little black dress. Her jewelry sparkled in her ears, on her neck, and on her wrists and fingers. Pat…like Sammie…was in her best soft butch trousers, blouse, and blazer. She and Sammie could have been…sisters…sort of?

The drive into Miami was way more than interesting. When we very rarely have someone else in the car, I restrain myself to touching Sammie’s hand…at the most! Of course when we’re by ourselves…which is most of the time…we both find the need for more than just a hand touching…you know?

But not Jeanie and Pat... Nooo…not them! They were everything but naked in the back seat. Well maybe they really weren’t all that. But I definitely was not accustomed to epic heavy making out in public.

“Hey…!” Sammie laughed. “Give me a break! I can’t see out the rear view mirror.”

“Oh…!” Pat blushed and giggled. “Sorry… I got carried away.”

“So what do you guys think?” Jeanie snickered. “Jep…? Panie…? Jap would definitely not work on many levels.”

“What…?” I had no idea.

“You guys are joking…right?” Sammie asked seriously.

“Did what you see look like a joke?” Pat laughed. “We could go further if you’d like you know.”

“Ummm… No thank you…” Sammie grinned. “But thanks for asking.”

Suddenly I got it. The big ‘it’…! I turned as much as I could with the seat belt on and I totally gawked at them.

“But…” I was almost too stunned to speak. “You’re not gay…are you?”

“I don’t know?” Jeanie grinned and shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe I’m bi or something. Anyway...at the moment…and into the foreseeable future…I’m gay as all fuck!”

“You guys have known each other forever.” Sammie stated.

“Yeah…” Pat smiled at Jeanie warmly. “Like…truly forever…”

“I mean…” Jeanie smiled and did that ‘goo-goo’ baby eyed thing at Pat. “We just always seem to get along…you know? It’s like I eat beans and she farts.”

We all broke up in laughter only for different reason. As Jeanie and Pat spoke about one another, I glanced at Sammie who smiled knowingly back at me. They could have been speaking about us!

“And I never knew I could have so many or… Ouch…!”

Pat jabbed Jeanie with her elbow and we both chuckled.

“It opens up a whole new world of possibilities…huh?” Sammie laughed.

“Well…?” Jeanie lilted. “It certainly is different.” She snickered.

The entire way up to Miami…and through dinner no less…they talked about each other. But the dinner more than made up for the ‘maple syrup’! We had fish many different ways; of course different kinds of fish…actually…seafood?

We had raw seafood, semi-raw seafood, semi-cooked seafood, and…of course…cooked seafood. We had everything from prawns to oysters, of course octopus (a Miami benchmark for great food), grouper, snapper, tuna, and crab.

Pat and Jeanie were just ordering things just to see if they liked them. Of course they ordered enough, double on some things, so that we could easily share. And Jeanie ordered a bottle of champagne with the raw stuff and crab, and then a bottle of really good white wine for the other stuff. They were celebrating big time.

What could we do? We’d been where they were although we weren’t quite as touchy feely in an overt manner. But Sammie was in a good mood and if she was…I was. And we both were joyous for them, with them, and with ourselves. We smiled knowingly at each another and we held hands beneath the table. The ride back toward campus was filled with the good spirits that come with excellent food and enjoyable company.

“At least you guys have a real bedroom.” Jeanie whined on the way back. “We have to push two singles together. And those fucking metal frames…!”

“Listen…” Sammie gazed in the rear view mirror. “We have that extra bedroom. If you guys don’t mind sleeping on a futon…”

“Well…” Jeanie lilted. “Normally I wouldn’t hesitate jumping at it but…” Her eyes became like big saucers as she gawked at Pat. “I really wanted tonight to be special so I booked a room at the Biltmore.”

Of course...! The Biltmore…!

“Well we could drive you there if you’d like?” Sammie smiled. “That’s the least we could do after that amazing meal…and your amazing company.” Sammie sighed and smiled. “Do you need to stop at the dorm to get your overnights?”

“No…” Jeanie chirped as she hugged Pat’s arm. “We spent last night there as well.”

Of course…! The weekend…! At the Biltmore…!

“You guys should come in and have a drink with us.” Pat said gleefully.

“Yeah…” Jeanie sang out. “That would be perfect.”

Of course...! A drink...! At the Biltmore...!

We glanced at each other and smiled. We both really would have rather been at home. Okay…so now it’s ‘home’. But in truth...the apartment wasn’t really home. Wherever my Sammie was, was home to me. But the slightly lecherous gleam in Sammie’s eyes told me where she really wanted to be. She nodded ever so slightly to me.

“Sure…” I grinned. “That would be totally epic. I’ve never been there before.”

“You’re going to…” Sammie paused and snickered. “You’ll find it…interesting.”

Pat and Jeanie then commenced to give me a virtual tour on Pat’s phone. Each took turns speaking as Pat flipped through pictures. And through all this, Sammie sat snickering and grinning. I sort of tuned them out? I mean…I was going to be there anyway. And I couldn’t really relate to the parties and the events they spoke about.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw…what I encountered really. The place was truly opulent! Columns, marble flooring, elegant plush furnishings, and bustling uniformed workers completed the picture of something out of a nineteen thirty’s movie. Elegant area rugs and small palms only added to the aura elegance.

This had none of the glitz and chintz of the beach hotels. It’s like those hotels were for the tourists from up North. Being the only one never at the hotel before, I felt so very small and insignificant? My mouth and eyes were agape at ever turn as I were led to the elevators.

Though a drink at the bar sounded delightful, Pat and Jeanie were determined to bring us up to their suite. We walked into a large…reception area I guess? And it was every bit as elegant and tasteful as the lobby. Brightly colored birthday balloons and bouquets of exotic flowers were everywhere. Sammie was just as stunned and taken by the sight.

“Well you sure didn’t spare any expense.” Sammie said softly as she glanced around. “This…” She waved her arm around room. “…is fucking awesome.”

“Yeah…” Pat lilted. “We did go a little crazy.”

“But we really wanted to do something special; especially since our sleeping arrangements are not exactly…ideal.” Jeanie began and sighed.

“It’s having to fuck with a center divide in the bed.” Pat snickered.

“But wait…!” Jeanie’s eyes lit up. “You haven’t seen the best part! This is where we’ll have the cake and port.”

Jeanie rushed over to large double doors and pushed them open. We went to look and found a lovely terrace complete with a table, chairs and loungers. The terrace looked down upon the expansive courtyard and the enormous pool and beautifully lit fountain. The manicured foliage and colorful ambient lighting presented a wonderful picture of luxury.

“This is amazing.” I whispered as I took the entire view in. “And what’s out there?”

“Oh…” Jeanie grinned. “That’s the golf course. My dad is a member here.”

Of course…! A member…! The Biltmore no less…!

Sammie and I just smiled at one another. Words…well…they didn’t matter. It’s just that some people are born lucky?

“Why don’t you guys have a seat and I’ll get the goodies.” Jeanie chirped.

“I’ll come and help.”

“That’s my wife.” Sammie chuckled.

Sammie and Pat sat down and began talking as we went in to get…whatever. The bar had a refrigerator as well as small plates and, of course, wine glasses. I got the utensils and stuff whilst Jeanie took out a four amazing chocolate-chocolate, whip creamed, topped with chocolate dipped strawberries, cupcakes. Jeanie placed a candle in each and we proceeded to bring everything out on two trays.

After we’d set everything out appropriately, Jeanie lit the candles.

“Happy Birthday sweetheart…” She lilted.

We sang the perfunctory ‘Happy Birthday’ song with ample animation. Oddly enough, Pat became emotional and with a tear falling from each eye she smiled. She smiled warmly at Jeanie as she blew out the candles.

“Do you remember my sixteenth?” She asked softly.

“Yeah…” Jeanie snickered. “We trashed that hotel for sure.” She gazed at us. “There were twenty kids invited to a sleep over and fifty showed up. Her parents were going crazy trying to keep up.” She laughed. “And that pile on…? Like the first ever…!”

“Well this…?” Pat wiped her tears with the napkin. “This was the best ever.”

“You know what that’s called?” Sammie smiled warmly.

“No…” Pat sniffled again.

“Maturity…” Sammie grinned.

“Yeah…” Pat turned the corners of her mouth down. “I guess…?”

“How old are you now?” I said between bites of the cupcake and sips of the amazing port.

“Oh God…” Pat sighed. “Twenty…?”

“Twenty…? Then how are you two ordering alcohol?” Sammie snickered and looked at Jeanie.

“The best fake IDs money can buy?” Pat chuckled and grinned wickedly.

“We do have an announcement to make.” Jeanie said excitedly as she bounced in her chair.

“You two are getting married.” Sammie laughed. “To each other…”

“Well…” Jeanie lilted. “Not exactly… We’re moving in together.”

“But you already live together.” I’m so clueless.

“Yeah…” Jeanie said, her eyes filled with glee. “But now we’ll share the same bed. We’re getting an apartment in the same building as you guys. And…” She added joyfully. “We’ll be neighbors!”

“Yeah… There’s only one problem with that.” Sammie said wryly. “We’ll be moving off campus next semester. My dispensation from the Pope has ended and they want the apartment for students.”

“Crappers…!” Jeanie spat. “I thought we’d be neighbors.”

“She wants to have my babies.” Pat laughed.

That thought never occurred to me. But it must have been lying dormant in the recesses of my mind because that announcement felt like a knife piercing my heart. Having babies is the one thing I would never be able to do. And dear Jeanie…bless her soul…suddenly blushed remembering the truth…about me.

“Pat…!” She exclaimed in an admonishing tone as her face became scarlet. “Was that really necessary?”

“No…” Pat giggled. “But it is so very lesbian.” She crooned and then lilted. “Our babies…”

A respite was definitely called for.

“I need to pee.” I whispered to Jeanie.

“Let me show you where.” She hopped up with a grin…and a sigh of relief?

“I’m really sorry about that.” Jeanie whispered as we walked. “I didn’t tell her and I never expected her to say that.”

“It’s okay. You're my eternal love for keeping…for…for not telling her.” I hugged her.

"I would never out anyone...especially you." Jeanie whispered and smiled wickedly.

As we entered the bathroom, I was struck by the huge tub in the center. Jeanie must have noticed.

“Like it?” She giggled.

“It’s amazing!” I squealed with joy. “It’s truly epic.” I gazed at Jeanie. “Does it have those jet thingies?”

“Indeed it does.” She lilted and grinned. “And yes… We both fit in it…comfortably.”

“I want one!” I snickered.

Walking to the toilet, I turned and began to lower my panty when I remembered.

“Oh…” I bushed.

“You want me to leave?” Jeanie asked sincerely.

“Nopers…” I shook my head and sighed. “There’s nothing there you haven’t seen before.”

Hitching up my skirt from the rear, I lowered me panty and sat. As I hutched over with tissue in my hand, I pondered my answer. I certainly didn’t want to embarrass Sammie. The very thought of her even looking at it was ample proof of her courage. But disclosing the total truth…?

“And what little I have…? It isn’t even worth mentioning.” I frowned.

“And Sammie’s okay with that…with it?” Jeanie was amazed and her face showed it.

“She says it’s more like a big bean?” I sighed again. “And we just have this…attraction that seems to overrule everything else.”

“That is so fucking beautiful.” A tear actually fell from her eyes. “I guess that is so…lesbian?” Jeanie giggled.

We spoke for a wee bit longer. Well…actually Jeanie spoke mostly about Pat and how amazing she was. Of course from the dreamy look in her eyes I immediately knew she was speaking about how good the sex was. I’ve had that look after one of Sammie’s marathon sessions. Upon finishing, I wiped and redressed as demurely as possible.

“God…” Jeanie exclaimed. “You pee just like the rest of us.” But before I could retort, she spoke again. “But I guess you are one of us.” She grasped my hand.

Understanding what she meant, I clasped hers and we returned to the balcony. Sammie gazed at me with an amused expression. She really didn’t need to say it. But she did.

“You can spend more time peeing than…than I can spend in the gym.”

My scowl said everything that words would fail to do. Sitting down and deep in thought, I quickly downed my glass of port. Jeanie instantly refilled my glass. And whilst the conversation continued in good spirits, I made a decision. I needed to come out to Pat but I also needed to do it with Jeanie present. Just to cover her silence…her discretion?

The ramification could be devastating…to say the least. Pat’s birthday could be ruined. She could hate me for being…me. It would then ruin my friendship with Jeanie. Sammie would be embarrassed. And the list went on. All my reason and logic told me not to do it. But all my intuition told me it was the right thing to do. So...I took another big swig of the port.

“I have something to tell you guys.” I squeaked.

“Don’t tell me.” Pat grinned. “You’re pregnant with Sammie’s baby.”

“Pat…!” Jeanie elbowed her…stoutly.

“That’ll never happen.” I gulped and sighed. “I wasn’t born with the right plumbing.”

Everyone froze. Jeanie turned pale and gawked at me. Sammie…? She was expressionless though she did grasp my hand. Pat simply stared.

“Wait…! What…?” Pat said quickly as she shook her head.

The silence was deafening. Suddenly, I could see the light bulb in her head flash on…and quite brightly.

“You mean your trans?” Her voice dropped as much as her jaw. “I don’t believe you!”

‘Here it comes’ I thought. Total social death and emotional devastation by my own hand…or I should say my own mouth? Pat stared at me, and then at Sammie. Sammie smiled and nodded at her.

“Did you know about this?” Pat demanded of Jeanie.

“I wanted to tell both of you at the same time.” I quickly saidt. “You guys are my only friends on campus…in the whole world for that matter.”

“So what am I? Chopped liver…?" Sammie grinned.

Chopped liver…?

“You’re something more.” I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “But you two…” I turned toward Pat and Jeanie. “You two are very special in my life and I don’t want to have secrets from you.”

“And you’re okay with this?” Pat asked Sammie.

“Trust me.” Sammie chuckled and grinned. “You really wouldn’t notice the difference.”

Not a complete lie by any means… Maybe not even a little white one… Sammie was so good with language.

“This must have been very hard for you to do.” Pat said softly.

She got up from her chair and came around to me. Pat hugged me and kissed my cheek.

“I’m really happy you did this.” She said as her emotions began to rise.

“But I thought you were a TERD or something.” Jeanie whined. “I mean you went to those meetings and all.”

Pat broke into laughter.

“I was trying to hook up with somebody. It’s not like lesbians grow on trees or something. And I wanted at least three separations between whoever and my last girlfriend. But those skanks were way too weird for me.” Pat shook her head. “You’ll get it eventually.”

Jeanie shrugged and grinned at me.

“I think it’s epic that you came out to us.” Pat looked at me again. “It’s such a special gift when you tell someone that you have such trust in them. This truly is a great birthday present.”

And her smile glowed.

With my drama over, we enjoyed the rest of the evening…and the port. When Sammie got up to use the bathroom, I began my goodnight thingie. The girls and I felt a new closeness and they didn’t hesitate to let me know with hugs and kisses and a promise for a pajama party before Sammie...before we had to move. Calmness overcame me as we began to drive home. I hugged Sammie’s arm, rested my head against her shoulder, and sighed softly.

“You okay?” She asked. “That was a very brave thing you did.”

“Yeah…” I lilted. “I’m okay.”

“Then why so quiet…? It’s not that baby crap is it?”

“Well… Maybe that too…” I mumbled.

“That too…? What else is there?” She stole a quick glance at me.

“I would really love a bath tub like the one they had in the suite.” I sighed softly…again. "One we can both fit into?"