Message-ID: <2416eli$9707291904@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: The Adventures of Samantha (04/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rllu3$k58@nienor.in-berlin.de> Hi. One of my favourite stories for which I would like to find an end. Tigger do you hear me? A not so thoughtfull person had messed with the wron women. It is not exact what you think, but it come close. As usual I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null. If you are an author and wish to remain anonymouns or just try to avoid the replies to your work. I offer you the chance of posting your stories and collecting the response for you. This offer only stands for story postings and for nothing else. Enjoy the story. Ciao Nostrumo >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cut here with a sharp knife <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 4___The_Adventures_of_Samantha________________________________________ "For a moment," she explained, "I thought you were someone I knew. A low down rat named Sam Gordon." "Oh, you know Sam Gordon?" Susan asked. "Well, we were never introduced," Becky explained, "but the rat dated my sister, and left her heartbroken after taking her virginity from her." "Wow," Susan said. "That sounds like a bummer. I wonder what I'd do if I ran across a guy, if I were in your shoes." "I'd cut off his manhood," Becky said, without hesitation. Sam cringed at this dialogue. "Becky, I have a story I think you'll be interested in hearing," Susan spoke. Susan began telling Becky about Sam, and how they had gotten him tricked into coming home with her, transformed him, and had him sitting over there on the couch. Sam was beet red by this time. Becky looked at Sam again, and began to laugh. "This is even better than I had ever hoped," she said. "Let me do him up special for you." "Great, Becky," Susan said, "but don't get so dramatic that we'll get arrested." Becky laughed again. "With that dress, it wouldn't take much." Becky came all the way over to Sam now. She looked him over, then noted his toenails were not polished. "That dress will probably go better with open slings," she said to the group. "Yes," Darlene said, "those would really dress it up." Jane just stood up, leaving the store. Becky painted Sam's toenails, then began fussing around his face. She used creams, and lotions, and lots of colors. When she finally stepped back, the transformation was dramatic. Awed "wow" was repeated throughout the room. Darlene brought a mirror over to Sam. He couldn't believe the lovely woman's face that was staring back at him. It had been hard enough to see his face in the mirror before, but this was entirely different. Jane came back in with a shopping bag. "Well, let's finish it off," Darlene suggested, reaching for the package she had opened earlier. She drew a pair of very sheer stockings from the bag, and began rolling them down. She stepped over to Sam, sliding his foot into them, then rolling them up his legs, and attaching them securely to the garters. Jane brought over a shoe box from the package she had just brought in. Inside were some high heeled shoes whose tops were crisscrossed, thin straps. The whole toe was open. She slipped these on Sam's feet. "Stand up, Samantha," Jane ordered. As Sam stood, Jane went over to the bag, and brought out some jewelry boxes. She went behind Sam, and replaced the necklace, actually a pendant on a chain, with a heavy, stone encrusted one. A matching bracelet replaced the one on his wrist, and a complimentary wristwatch went on his other wrist. "The only trouble is," Jane said, "she only had her ears done this morning. The matching earrings are going to be wasted." "No they are not," chimed in Becky. "I can make the change without harm. We did learn that in cosmetology school." Becky then unfastened the studs in Sam's ears, and took the proffered jeweled earrings from Jane. She deftly fitted the larger earrings through the hole in the ear, and clasped them closed. "Call me tomorrow," Becky volunteered, " and I'll come over and put the daytime studs back in." "We're going over to The Game Cock shortly," Susan said. "Why don't you get changed, and join us. Then, you can come home afterwards and do the job. That way we won't have to bother you on your day off." "That's a great idea," Becky said, with her face aglow. "I'd really like to see the party at the club anyway." With that, the whole group went out into the main store. "Would you mind if I got a few pictures for my scrapbook?" Darlene asked. "I'm sure Sam would be happy to oblige," Susan said. "WOULDN'T YOU, SAMANTHA." There was no question that the last part was not a request for information, so Sam meekly responded, "Sure." There was a small stage at one side of the store, which Darlene used when she had fashion shows. She directed Sam to go over and stand on the stage. Once Sam was in position, Darlene went into another room, bringing back a camera. Then, she flicked a switch on the wall, and the stage was brightly lighted. She took a position in the middle of the room. "Look over at Susan, Sam," she said. "No. Don't turn your body, just your head," she instructed. As Sam complied, he heard the motor whine, and a number of clicks. "OK," Darlene said. "You can go back to the others now." As Sam walked across the stage, and down the steps, he heard the motor and clicks going. Darlene was taking more pictures. "Thanks, girls," Darlene said. "I think I got some very good shots." "Our pleasure, Darlene," Susan replied. "Why don't you join us at the club later. "Fantastic," Darlene said. "I'll change and be over after I close up the store." The group, plus Becky, left Darlene's and headed to their various cars. "I'll see you guys later," Becky promised, as she drove off. As Sam was walking down the sidewalk, he became aware of how different this dress felt against his body. First, he wasn't wearing a bra now, and his breasts were jiggling with every step he took. It was a bit disconcerting, but he had found that he had to walk more upright in heels, to balance the weight of the breasts in front of him, earlier, so it wasn't totally out of place making adjustments for the overhang on his chest. He also noticed that every step he took made one or the other of his legs feel cooler, as they exited the slit in the front of the dress. He'd felt the fabric of the mini-skirt bouncing in and out against his legs earlier, but the feeling was different now, with the silk of the dress rubbing against the bare part of his legs above the stockings. He was also quite aware that each step he took exposed a large flash of leg, the stocking top, and at least one of the garters. As Sam got into the back seat of Jane's car, Susan leaned over and adjusted the skirt of his dress so that it covered his legs. She just smiled at him. "You'll make a big hit tonight," she began, "if you forget to cross your legs, or let the skirt fall away from your legs." "I don't like this dress," Sam grumbled. "Sure you do," Susan answered. "I bet you fantasized about your dates wearing just this style a few weeks ago. Now, your dreams can come true." Both Jane and Susan laughed. Sam sat sullenly in the back seat. While they were driving to the night club, Susan took the few things out of Sam's purse and deposited them into the little clutch Darlene made to match the dress. She handed the purse to Sam when she got done. 13 Chapter - The Game Cock The arrived in the parking lot of the night club to find that the lot was pretty full already, and it was not yet nine o'clock. Jane pulled the car into a space beside Lois' big caddie. "I see some of the others got here ahead of us," she observed. They got out of the car, and walked across the parking lot to the door. Sam was showing a lot of leg to the men who were also about to enter the club. They climbed the few steps to the main door, and the tuxedoed doorman opened the door for them. "Ladies," he said. They entered the lobby, and one of the managers stepped over to them. "Hi, Susan," he said. "Hi, Jane. Who's your friend?" "This is Samantha," Susan explained. "She's new." "Sam, this is George. He runs this humble joint," she said to complete the introduction. "Hello, Sam," George said, taking Sam's hands in his. "I hope you enjoy it here." As George dropped Sam's hands, the three women turned to enter the main room. Susan led them through the doorway, down the long aisle between tables, and down the few steps to the main floor. There were only a few tables down here, as well as a dance floor, but the area was much brighter than the tables toward the rear. Susan stopped and looked around. Sam was sure Susan had led them down here to show him off to the other customers. He'd already noticed a number of single men staring at him as they had walked through the tables. He was absolutely sure he was the object of those stares. Susan spotted Lois and some of the others, and led Jane and Sam down a side aisle, and up a couple of steps to a bunch of tables. Most of the others were already seated at a group of tables pushed together. The newcomers joined them. A waitress named Chris came over to them to take drink orders. Sam had tried to date her a month or so ago, but he'd struck out with her - one of his few losses. She didn't seem to pay any particular attention to him as she collected orders. Lois had ordered ginger ale for him. The women began comparing the assets of the men seated at nearby tables. Lots of talk of "hunks" and "geeks" was passed around. Sam was decidedly uncomfortable with the conversation. He knew he couldn't leave, so he just suffered in silence. In a few minutes, Sam noticed a cool breeze on his thighs. He panicked. He'd forgotten to cross his legs, and was now sitting exposed to whoever could see. He was giving some lucky guys a real show, he though, as he turned a deep red. "What's wrong, Sam," Lois inquired. "Don't you like showing off?" Sam turned even deeper red, as he quickly crossed his legs and covered them with the fabric of the skirt. All the women were giggling at his discomfort, making his embarrassment even deeper. Soon enough, they began talking and giggling about the men again. Before long, the lights on the dance floor dimmed, and the band began to play. The lights were still bright compared to where the group was seated, but dimmer than when they had come into the club. Some of the single men began circulating through the tables as well, looking for partners. A handsome man came over to the table where the group was seated. He greeted Susan, Jane, Lois, Gwen and Sharon by name, hugging them and kissing them lightly as he was doing so. He was also introduced to the other members of the group, including Sam. The women seemed genuinely pleased to see this guy. Sam knew the man. His name was Tom Bender, and they had often run across each other in one club or another. Tom didn't travel in Sam's circle of friends, but he always seemed to be in the company of lovely women. The few times they had met in quieter bars, Tom had never spoken of those he'd taken home. He would simply agree the women were lovely when someone broached the subject to him. Tom sat down next to Lois, at her suggestion. That put him between Lois and himself. "Tom," Lois said, "I would like to introduce you to Samantha. Sam, this is Tom." It all seemed so innocent and polite, yet Sam was feeling terribly uncomfortable. Maybe it was Tom's staring at the exposed parts of his breasts that was doing it. "Well, hello Samantha," Tom said. "I see you are keeping good company," he continued, complimenting the entire group at once. Demure giggles rose around the table. Tom began making small talk, mostly with Lois, but trying to get Sam to join in. Sam answered mostly only when directly asked a question. Seeing Sam's discomfort, Lois suggested, "Tom, why don't you ask Sam to dance." Sam almost went into cardiac arrest. He did not want to go out in front of all these people dressed as he was, and he was not sure if he could do anything at all about dancing in high heels. It also occurred to him that he would not be able to lead, so he didn't know how to dance as a woman. "Well, Sam," Tom took up the suggestion eagerly, "would you care to dance?" Sam began to refuse politely, but one glance at Lois' face told him he'd better not. "I would love to," he said instead. Tom got up, pulling the chair back so that Sam could get up easily as well. He offered his arm to Sam, and once Sam put his hand on the arm, led him to the dance floor. Tom turned to Sam, placing his arms around Sam's waist. Sam, not really sure what to do, placed his arms behind Tom's head. Actually, it was pretty much the only place they could go from the position he found himself. Tom drew Sam closer to him. Sam felt his breasts touching Tom's shirt through the thin fabric of his dress. His abdomen was also pressed to Tom's, also felt through the dress. Tom began swaying, and moving to the music. Sam didn't even have a chance to try and lead. He tried to avoid getting his feet stepped on as Tom moved. He did have an advantage there, since he could feels Tom's legs moving clearly against the sheer stocking he was wearing. Sam was troubled by not being able to see where he was going, but there did not seem to be much hope in getting to do that. The only chances he got were when Tom turned him in an occasional circle. At long last, from Sam's prospective, the song ended. Tom took Sam's hand, and led him back to the tables. "Thank you for a lovely dance," he complimented Sam. Sam replied, "Thank you," unable to figure out what he was supposed to be saying. Tom turned to Lois, saying, "Your turn, my lovely." Tom and Lois went off to the dance floor. A few moments later, Sam felt some rough hands on his bare shoulders. He turned toward the intrusion and saw Greg Wallace standing there. Greg looked over the table, and said, "Hello, lovely ladies. And who do we have here. I don't believe I have met you before." The latter part was directed to Sam. Greg did travel in the same circles that Sam had frequented, and his reputation as a cocksman was nearly as great as Sam's. Sam blushed slightly at the attention. He wanted to tell Greg to screw off, and he had no intention of being with him. "Greg, meet Samantha," Susan said, from her seat on the other side of Sam's. "Sam, meet Greg." The atmosphere around the table was more restrained than when Tom had come over, but still accepting. No one invited Greg to sit down, however. "Samantha," Greg continued, "that is a lovely name. Shall we dance?" Sam wanted no part of Greg. He was about to tell Greg to go jump in a lake, when he looked over at Susan. "Go head, Sam," she said. "We'll all be here when you get back." Resigned, Sam allowed Greg to lead him onto the dance floor. As they were dancing, Greg began talking to Sam, feeding him some of the same lines Sam had used when trying to bed women he'd just met. Sam answered questions, but simply mumbled unintelligently at other times. Sam and Greg danced through the song, then Greg kept going through another one, all the while feeding him those lines. At long last, Greg took Sam by the hand back to the tables. Sam hoped he had admitted defeat, but deep down, he knew he'd see Greg later. Tom was working his way around the table, dancing with each of the women. "Let's go powder our noses," Susan suggested to Sam. He was willing to get away from this place, and followed Susan to the ladies room. More women were in the ladies room than they had encountered earlier that day, so Susan busied herself adjusting her dress, and Sam's, until most of the others had gone. They sat on the sofa. "Sam, dear," Susan began, "you are here to meet these men socially, to dance with them, and enjoy the evening. You won't be going home with any of them. You're having your period, so you couldn't do much that way anyhow." "Loosen up," she counselled. "Enjoy the evening. Dance with everyone who asks." "Everyone?" Sam inquired. "Yes," Susan continued. "You have to be polite and ladylike. Just dance with them, you'll enjoy it." "I don't like dancing with Greg," Sam complained. "Oh, dear, why not?" Susan countered. "He is just doing what you used to do all the time." Sam was stumped to counter that accusation. Susan led Sam over to the mirror, and they both looked at their faces for a moment. Susan took out a lipstick and went over her lips, then led Sam back to the table. As they got to the table, Tom grabbed Susan's hand. They went off together to the dance floor. Chuck Martin slid into Susan's chair, and began talking to Sam. Chuck's eyes were on Sam's breasts. After getting and introduction, Chuck asked Sam to dance. Sam was not interested, but remembering Susan's warning, let himself be led to the dance floor. Chuck was on the make as well, and Sam listened to his lines as they danced. After the dance, Chuck brought Sam back to the table, and seeing Susan in the chair, excused himself. About this time, a lovely lady came up to the table. She greeted the women by name, including Sam. Sam thought she looked familiar, but could not place her. When Jane addressed her as Mary, it dawned on Sam that this was the Lieutenant from the state office. She sure looked different out of her uniform and in a party dress. Mary chatted with the girls for a few minutes, then excused herself to go find her boyfriend. Her parting words to Sam were, "I hope you are enjoying the evening, Samantha." Sam wasn't, but he wasn't given much choice about being here either. Tom asked Sam to dance again, and when they returned to the tables, Aileen, from the beauty shop, and Becky, the cosmetologist, had joined the little group. Aileen was greatly taken by how Sam looked. Becky was complimentary, but she'd seen Sam dressed this way just a little while ago. Tom danced with Aileen first, but Greg had come back to dance with Sam. Resigned, Sam let himself be led out to the dance floor again. Greg was still spouting lines on the dance floor. Returning to the table, Darlene and another woman came over. Darlene introduced Cindy, her partner at the dress shop. "Lovely dress, Samantha," Cindy said. "Darlene still does excellent work. It looks stunning on you." Sam thanked her quietly. He knew he'd better respond to the compliment or one of the others would tell her about his situation, and there were far too many in on that secret already. She blew that away, "Darlene told me about your, er, special situation. I know you will enjoy it." Sam sat open mouthed at that revelation, especially here in this public place. Luckily, Greg came by just at that moment, and took Cindy off to the dance floor. Tom took Sam's hand, and led him off to dance again. Sam actually was enjoying dancing with Tom. At least he wasn't giving off all those boring lines to get him into bed. The song ended, and Tom let go of Sam's waist. "Let's do another, please," Sam said. Sam decided he'd rather be dancing with Tom than taking pot luck from the guys coming to the table. "Certainly," Tom responded, "and thank you." They danced some more. Tom led Sam back to the table as the song ended. They had just arrived when the lights on the stage brightened, and spotlights began to light up the dance floor. 14 Chapter - Beauty and the Beasts George, the manager who had greeted Sam at the door, took to the stage, and began speaking into the microphone. "I guess you folks know that The Game Cock is proud to award the loveliest lady in attendance an all expense paid night on the town every Saturday night." The audience laughed. The night on the town was mostly here at the club. "We have been circulating through the audience tonight, as usual, noticing our lovelier clientele, and taking suggestions from our other customers." More laughter. "Tonight, we are proud to announce the following finalists. Ladies, as your name is called out, please step down to the dance floor and form a line in front of the stage..." "Alice Benton" Applause from the audience at the first name, including lots of noise from some tables across the ballroom. "Marjorie Sanders" More applause. "Sharon Wilson" More applause, and even more from the table they were sitting at. Sam hadn't been aware that Sharon's last name was Wilson. Critically, he agreed with the selection. "Susan Abernathy" Another one from their table. Sam knew Susan would be picked. He'd fallen head over heels for her at the bar, before the events of the past few days. "And finally, Samantha Gordon." Sam was shocked. They had called his name. Tom took Sam by the hand, and helped him stand up. Sam didn't have much choice now but to walk down and stand with the other selectees. The applause seemed deafening to him, as he walked to the lighted dance floor. He was sure he was beat red. He had not counted on anything like this at all. "Now ladies, if you would please walk to the center of the floor, one at a time, and turn once, then form the line on the other side of the floor," the announcer continued. Each of the girls complied, to much applause, and occasionally whistles. Sam brought the house down when he did his turn. Already embarrassed, he became even more so now. He was sure the whistles were more for the amount of skin he was showing than from any special beauty. "Now, ladies, you can hear your appreciative audience," George continued. "This time, as I call your name, come to the center of the floor and wait while the audience votes on tonight's winner by clapping loudest for the one they like best." One by one, the announce called the names. The woman would walk to center stage, and the audience erupted into loud claps, and whistles. There was no choice, as Sam was called last. He walked to the middle of the floor, his legs flashing with every step. He felt his hips sway, and his breasts jiggle as well. Every sensation he'd felt before was now magnified ten-fold. He stopped, and faced the audience, to the eruption of noise that would put a NFL stadium to shame. As the tumult died down, he turned to join the others. Susan and Sharon grasped his hands for moral support, as they all stood in a line before the audience. "This week's fourth runner up, who wins a night on the house here at The Game Cock is Alice Benton." The audience broke into enthusiastic applause as Alice walked out to center stage. "The third runner up, who also wins a night on the house, and free drinks for the rest of tonight, is Marjorie Sanders." More enthusiastic applause as she walked to join Alice. "We have an interesting situation here," George said over the PA. "Our second and first runners up came in so close together, that we couldn't separate them on the machine." "In regard to fairness, we declare both the be first runner up, and award them the same prizes as before, plus a dinner for two each at Le Coq Au Vin. Sharon Wilson and Susan Abernathy, step forward for your audience." "And the winner is Samantha Gordon," he concluded, unnecessarily. Sharon, Susan and Sam walked together to the center of the floor. The others hugged Sam, then Susan and Sharon followed suit. George stepped down from the stage, and produced a jeweled tiara. He placed it on Sam's hairdo, much to the pleasure of the audience. "Thank you very much, ladies," he said. They all returned to their respective tables as the lights dimmed, and the band returned to the stage. Sam was in shock. He was totally numb. How in the heck could he possibly win a beauty contest? As they got back to the table, all the group began hugging all the winners. Aileen, Mary, Brenda, and all the other women came over to join the celebration as well. Tom came over to Susan, and lifted his head. He planted a big kiss on Sam's lips, congratulating him on winning. Then, he took Sam by the hand back to the dance floor. The audience roared it's appreciation as they saw their queen on the floor again. Tom, sensing that Sam was in shock, held him tightly, and swayed with the music, hardly moving at all. He was mostly keeping Sam from collapsing. Only when he felt Sam begin to respond did he begin really dancing. Without asking, he kept Sam through a second song before returning to the table. When they got back, Sam was surprised to see the group had thinned out. Gwen, Susan, Jane and Lois were there, as well as Sharon, but the others had gone off somewhere. Susan turned to Tom, saying, "Tom, it is getting late, and Samantha and I have to be going." Tom looked disappointed, but kissed and hugged Susan anyway. "Don't look so glum," she continued. "I know Sam appreciates you. Why don't you come by the apartment tomorrow afternoon. We'll burn some hot dogs down by the pool, or something." Tom brightened. "I'd love to," he said. Tom took Sam in his arms, hugging and kissing him in farewell too. With that, the remaining members of the group began to leave the club. As they got to the lobby, they were met by George. "Going already, ladies?" he inquired. "It has been a busy day for us," Susan responded for the group. "Well, congratulations on winning tonight," he said. George reached up, and pulled the tiara from Sam's hair. "We only have one of these," he joked. George handed an envelope to Susan, Sharon and Sam, kissing each as he presented it. "Enjoy it," he concluded. Then, the women left the club. Sam collapsed into the back seat of Jane's car as they headed back to Susan's apartment. He was still in shock from the contest, but he was exhausted from the full day of activities as well. The others must have been pretty much in the same shape, since the conversation was minimal during the drive. 15 Chapter - Home Again When they got to the apartment, they each carried several of the shopping bags from earlier in the day with them. They took these directly into Sam's room, placing them on the bed. All three went back into the living room. As they entered the living room, Jane and Susan collapsed on two of the overstuffed chairs, pushing their high heels off. Sam collapsed on the sofa. Sam didn't even think to cross his legs, he was so tired. He also was not experienced enough as a woman to think of kicking his shoes off. A few minutes later, they were brought back to reality when the doorbell rang. Becky and Aileen came in, sitting next to Sam on the sofa. "Why don't you take those shoes off," Becky suggested, knowing Sam's feet were probably very sore by now. As Sam complied, a wave of relief swept over his body. He had not realize how painful his feet had become from wearing heels all day. "Ok, now just sit back and be still," Becky said. She reached up to his ears, removing the earrings, and replacing them with the studs she had kept from earlier that evening. "Now, be careful with those ears for a few days," she counselled. "Keep them clean, and turn the posts once in a while." She and Aileen left a few minutes later, with the heartfelt thanks of the others for all they had done for them. Jane went into Susan's room, changed clothes, and came out, saying she had better go home. She was carrying her shoes with her, so she couldn't be going far. "Well, Sam," Susan began, "that was some day." "I think it's about time to hit the hay." Susan took Sam back into the bedroom. Susan rooted through the bags on the bed, until she found the one she wanted. She extracted a box from the bag, then began putting the bags on the floor by the dresser. "We'll get to those tomorrow," she explained. Sam had found the bed, and had collapsed onto it, the slit on the skirt widely spread. "I know you are tired, dear," Susan continued, "but there are a few things that must be done first." "Take off your dress, and hang it on this hanger," she said, handing Sam an hanger with slots in it. Sam got his arm around his back, and managed to get the zipper down. The bodice of the dress collapsed forwards. He had to help it slide over his hips. He stepped out of it, and picked it up. He picked up the hanger, and tried to figure how he was going to get the strapless dress to stay on it. Susan laughed, "There should be a couple of loops on the sides somewhere inside." Sam found the loops, and slipped them into the slots on the hanger. The dress did not look right somehow, so he zipped it up. Susan took the dress, and hung it up in the closet. Then, she came over to Sam, and unhooked one of the garters holding up the stockings. "Now, you do the rest of them," she instructed. With some difficulty, Sam managed to get the garters disengaged from the stockings. The stockings immediately began to fall down his legs. "Take the garter belt off," Susan said. "There are hooks and eyes in the back." Sam reached behind himself, and found the closure of the belt. He noticed it had slipped down on his hips during he night, but it was easier to undo when he slipped it back up to his waist. He finally managed to get it undone, and ended up with the garment in one hand. Susan took it from him, placing it in the top drawer of the dresser. "Now roll your stockings down," she continued, "take them off your feet, and remove your panties." The stockings, already slipping down his legs, came off relatively easily. The panties slipped right off. "Bring them into the bathroom," Susan continued. As they got in the bathroom, Susan ran some warm water into the basin, and poured a little Woolite into it. "Now, we have to wash out our delicate undies," she said. "They will last longer this way." She showed Sam how to wash out the stockings and panties, then hung them over an empty towel rack. Susan began running water into the bath tub. She put some powder into the tub, and lots of bubbles began to form as the tub filled. "Sit on the toilet, Sam," she said. "Gwen said you changed tampons earlier, so you know how to remove it. Just pull the string, and let the tampon drop into the bowel." Sam pulled, and the tampon, with its attendant blood dropped into the toilet bowl. "If you need to do anything else while you are there, go ahead," she said. Sam did. He remembered to use the tissue when he was done. By this time, the tub had filled. "Now get into the tub," Susan said. "Let the water and bubbles soothe you, then wash yourself. Don't forget to wash out your vagina." When Sam was lying in the tub, Susan left to go to her own room. Sam felt the heat of the water relaxing some of the soreness he'd accumulated during the day. The bubble bath made the water silky, which made his skin feel good too. He just lay back and enjoyed it for a few minutes. Then, he grabbed the soap, and began washing his body. Sam was surprised at some of the sensations he got as he was washing. His breasts got a tingling sensation as he soaped them, and the nipples stood straight up. That was the most prominent sensation, but rubbing the soap in most places on his skin brought a pleasant reaction. At last, he soaped up a finger, and began washing himself inside. He almost felt as if his head would explode as he washed his clitoris. This area was even more sensitive than the breasts. He brought his finger out, and noticed the thin, pink liquid coating it. It brought him down from the clouds. He'd hoped this period would be over. Susan came back into the bathroom as Sam finished washing. She had changed out of her dress, and was now wearing a short robe like thing of silk. "Ok, Sam," she began, "out of the tub." She went into the bedroom as he got out of the tub. As he began drying himself with a towel, she returned, carrying a few things. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /