Message-ID: <2422eli$9707291910@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: nostrumo@nienor.IN-Berlin.DE (Nostrumo) Subject: Repost TG: The Adventures of Samantha (12/14) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.sex.stories.moderated Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5rlm4f$k7m@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 <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< 12___The_Adventures_of_Samantha_______________________________________ "Calm down, Sam," Gloria counselled. "Quite a few people are not comfortable in the gender they were born with. Some of them even go so far as to have major surgery to change the appearance of their organs to the gender they feel more comfortable in." "A few decades ago, almost anyone could get the operation, but we have learned quite a bit since then, and the screening process we use now is quite good. Only the ones who really need the change, and can cope with living as the opposite gender, are given the opportunity now." "My break through was an accident, as are most things in research. I found a hormone that can neuter the human body, recreating the blank default stage of the fetus during early pregnancy, and then react with other hormones to make the change real. "The research is still experimental, but it shows promise of helping thousands of people every year. You were only the fifteenth human subject we experimented on, but the other fourteen were completely successful. Of course, we did experiment for several years on higher animals, and even the first few accidental changes were successful in making the change completely." "Of course, all of our subjects volunteered." She looked sharply at Sam, and continued, "You were volunteered by our little group because of the way you treated women." "Anyway, none of the others have changed so completely so quickly." "I need to check a few things, just to make sure everything is as it seems. Follow me into the lab, please." Gloria got up and went to a well fitted laboratory. Sam followed, still confused. "OK, Sam," Gloria said. "You have done this before. Just take off your clothes, and lie on the examining table please." Sam hesitated. He recalled the experience in Lois' office, and was not too thrilled with the idea of another internal examination. "Oh, come on, Sam," Gloria said in exasperation. "Women get these exams all the time. You're a woman now, and you need to be examined. Let's get on with it." Reproved, Sam undressed and got up on the table. The feeling of helplessness, being confined in the stirrups, returned in full force, as Gloria adjusted the table. The feeling of embarrassment at being so exposed also returned as Gloria went to the bottom of the table and sat down. "Sam," Gloria began a commentary, "I am just going to take a look. You might feel a little pressure, but there should be no pain. If it hurts, tell me immediately, and I'll try to find out what the problem might be." Sam felt a thick instrument enter his vagina. Surprisingly, Gloria was right. It did not hurt, though he was aware of the device as it rubbed against the lips of his opening. Gloria twisted the thing, and looked for a long time, every once in a while moving it to a new position. "Amazing," she said several times under her breath. "All right, Sam, I am going to take a small sample of fluid from your fallopian tubes. It won't hurt, but you might feel the tube deep inside you. Just don't panic, and lie still, please." Sam felt the vibration as the smaller sampling tube was inserted into the larger one she was using to check out his insides. Other than that, he felt nothing except a little strangeness. He could not describe the feeling, but it was neither painful nor pleasurable. Just different. "I think that should do it," Gloria said, as she removed the devices from him. "You can get up and get dressed now," she continued, restoring the table and helping Sam out of the stirrups. She turned and went to a lab table, where she busied herself with some strange instruments and microscopes, as Sam got dressed. Even though he was still confused, he was curious at what Gloria was doing, so he went over to stand by her at the table. Gloria chuckled as she examined the specimen under the microscope. "I forgot you had sex recently," she said. Sam flushed. "Here take a look at this. This is the sample I just took from deep inside you." She backed away from the microscope, and showed Sam how to look through it. Sam saw lots of weird things under the glass. There were odd shaped blobs, and some blobs that wiggled, and some spheres. He did not know what he was looking at, but was amazed that all that was from inside him. "See the little ones that look like snakes, and are wiggling a little?" Gloria asked. Sam saw what she described. The little snakes were wiggling all over the place. "Those are sperm cells. They're sluggish now, so they've been there for a day or so, but they are still quite alive." Sam shuddered at the thought of sperm cells inside him. "They are fascinating little cells," Gloria continued. "They can live in a hospitable environment for two days, sometimes even longer. And a woman's body is certainly a hospitable environment for them. They just wiggle around, waiting to find an egg to fertilize. If they don't find one, they just die off. It's kind of sad in a way." Hunting for an egg? These things could make him pregnant today? He was nearing the throes of panic now. Gloria noticed the expression. "Don't worry Sam. You won't get pregnant from these little fellows." "If you had listened to Gwen the other day, instead of acting like a spoiled brat, you would have known that women are only fertile two or three days a month. You just had your period last weekend, so you won't be fertile until the end of next week at the earliest." Fertile? Next week! Sam did panic then, but the relief in hearing that it was not going to happen right now calmed him to normal very quickly. "Any way, you had sex recently. You should have known that is the way to get pregnant," Gloria concluded. "It just happened. I didn't think," Sam whined. "Most girls don't think, Sam. They just do what comes natural, and end up being mothers," Gloria said. "It happens all the time." The thought did nothing to console Sam. "Tell me about your experience," Gloria asked. Sam was silent. He recalled the pleasure, but it was too embarrassing to discuss with any one else. "Oh, come on," Gloria urged, "it is information that can only help my research. Besides, I know what it feels like for me. I'd like to know how you felt about it." "Well, it just sort of happened," Sam haltingly began. "I invited Mark in for a drink after a night of dancing." Sam recounted the experiences of the night and morning. He warmed up to the subject during the narration, and almost began to relive the pleasures he had felt. "It was one of those things. It wasn't planned for, and I sure didn't think about babies," he concluded. "Great!" Gloria exclaimed. "Many women don't have orgasms the first few times, and you had several." "You know," she mused, "I'll bet you always secretly wanted to be a woman, but hid it under that big macho image you put on. You might not even have realized it yourself. You are such a good subject, you really must have needed this change." "No!" Sam cried. He refused to think of himself as anything other than a guy. Then, the recently related events of the Washington night came back to him, and he was not all that sure. Gloria saw the range of expression cross his face, and chuckled. "Sam, dear," she said, "you are in tip top shape, and one hundred per cent female. Between my discovery and your body's secret desires, you have really found your place in the world. You will come to realize that in time, but let's get practical for a minute. "Since you didn't pay enough attention to Gwen, take this book with you, and read it. It will tell you all about how female bodies work, and what you need to do to keep from getting pregnant unnecessarily." She picked a thin book from her bookshelf and handed over to Sam. He looked at the cover, seeing the title, "The Girl's Guide to Womanhood," by Gwen Chambeaux, RN, MD. Gloria saw the puzzled look on Sam's face, and continued, "Oh. The book was written to help girls get through puberty and understand what happens to them. Even so, it contains so much clearly written material, that it is a standard textbook at almost every medical school in the country. "Your situation is very similar to a girl going through puberty, so the book will do you a world of good." "Gwen's a doctor?" Sam asked, stumbling over the words. "Oh, dear, yes!" Gloria answered. "She went through medical school with me. She prefers working as a nurse, though. It gives her more time to write." Sam was now thoroughly confused, and followed Gloria back into her big office. "That's all I needed from you right now, Sam," Gloria said, after she sat down. "Now, let me cancel the rest of my day, and we'll go out for a surprise." 42 Chapter - A Thousand Words They went into the city in Gloria's big Cadillac, pulling up at a large mall. It wasn't as large as the one they had used before, but big enough just the same. They went inside, and turned in to a photographer's studio. "I am Gloria Martin, and this is Samantha Gordon," she said to the receptionist. "I think we are expected." "Doctor Martin! Of course!" the receptionist said gaily, recognizing Gloria. "You saved Terri when she had that problem pregnancy a couple of years ago. You probably don't remember me, but I sure do you!. Go right in, Terri's expecting you." They went into the back room. "Doctor Martin!" the bubbling woman greeted Gloria warmly. "I have looked forward to returning a little of what you did for me a while back." She turned to Sam, and smiled, "Any you must be Samantha. Any friend of Dr. Martin is welcome here!" "Cut the Doctor stuff," Gloria said, smiling. "That's for my students and patients. I'm Gloria to my friends." "OK. Gloria it is!," the woman agreed. "Now, my book says I'm to do Samantha here. I'll do you for free at the same time, Gloria." Gloria laughed. "Not me! I don't think it would go over too well with the bunch of old fogies on the university board." "Oh, well. The offer stands any time," the woman said. "Well, let's get started with Samantha then. Come on, Sam." Sam followed the woman into a room filled with racks and racks of clothing. He noticed immediately that most of the clothing was fit for bed, and not for the street. "By the way, I'm Terri," the woman said, "and I'm the photographer here." "Hi, Terri," Sam said, "but I don't really think I need any pictures." "Oh, phooey," Terri said, wrinkling her nose. "Every woman needs a few good pictures. Your friends are giving you a full set, so why not take advantage of it?" Sam couldn't assail that kind of logic. Anyway, with the group having arranged this, he figured he had better go along with it. Besides that, it was hard not to go along with the bubbling enthusiasm Terri was showing. He decided he liked her. Terri went to the racks, and asked, "What size are you, Sam?" Sam had absolutely no idea. No one had ever told him anything about sizes. Women's clothing sizes had always confused him at any rate. "I don't know," he confessed. "Oh, that's OK," Terri laughed. "Let's see if I can find something here." The baby doll nightgown she brought back and held up to him was one of the briefest, sheerest, laciest, and most sexy things he had ever seen. His mind pictured Terri wearing it, and felt his crotch get damp. Terri could not see his wetness, but his face bared the whole story. She laughed, and handed it to him. "Not me, silly," she said, still laughing. "Take your clothes off, and slip this on." "Wait a minute," Sam protested. "What kind of photography studio is this anyhow." "Why, I do boudoir photography, of course," Terri answered, giggling. "Come on, you'll like it. It is kind of fun," Terri persisted. "Well, OK," Sam conceded, catching a glimpse of Gloria just outside the room. "When you have changed, just go through the door over there," Terri said, pointing. "I'll be waiting for you." Sam stripped, and put the little nightie on. He felt ridiculous. What skin was not bare, and there a lot of that, could be plainly seen through the fabric of the baby doll. Even where it doubled over the panty, the skin was clearly visible. And, it was cut to reveal a lot more. It fastened with a single snap just below his breasts, and swept up in a curve to his shoulders, leaving a good two thirds of his breasts showing. The skirt part also swept off in a curve, leaving the panties plain to see. He sighed and went into the other room. Gloria was in the room now, and Carol had arrived. He blushed as he noticed them looking at him. Terri came over, and led him to a stool. "I think we need to do something about your make-up and hair," she said, and quickly began working on his face and hair. Sam could not see what she was doing, but she was obviously experienced at this kind of thing. She only took a few minutes, but Sam figured she had done something to every inch of skin above his shoulders. His hair felt different now too. "I think that does it," Terri said, gaily. She led Sam over to a big, canopied bed, and had him lie on it. "All right, Sam," she directed, "on your belly, and lift yourself up a little on your forearms. Then, look at me and smile." Sam tried it, very awkwardly. Terri laughed, and rearranged the position of his arms and upper body into the position she wanted. She got her camera, and began taking pictures of him lying there. She seemed to move all around the bed seeking different angles. "Very good, Sam," Terri bubbled. "Are you sure you haven't done this before?" Sam laughed at the ridiculous question, and Terri took more pictures. "OK, roll on your side," Terri directed. Then laughing, "Maybe I had better help out." Terri arranged him into some different positions, taking pictures every time she moved an arm or leg. Sam though it was pretty easy, and with Terri laughing, the feeling of joy was contagious. He rather enjoyed the attention. "Now, I want you to get up, and SLOWLY, take off the baby doll," Terry said, her voice still bubbling over. She took a lot of pictures as Sam took the garment off. Then, she arranged him on a fur rug, and took a lot more pictures of him in various positions. "Terri," Carol questioned. "Huh?" Terri responded. "Sam had some books, and we thought maybe he might like to try looking like some of these." She handed the girly magazine to Terri. Terri laughed. "Sure, those are easier than what we have been doing. Sam's heart sank as he recognized the magazine, but his trepidation soon evaporated under Terri's bubbling personality and gentle arrangements. Even the shots she took of his opened legs were sort of fun. "Sam," Terri said at last, laughing. "I have taken six rolls of film. I thinks that is enough for one session." Sam felt a little disappointed. He had been less than eager to begin, but he got into this posing easily under Terri's tutelage. He did feel a little tired though. "Go ahead and get dressed," Terri bubbled. "We'll meet you out front." Sam got dressed, and went out into the front of the studio. Terri was standing with Carol and Gloria, still trying to get Gloria to pose for her. Terri came over and gave Sam a big hug. She laughed, "Sam, you were one of the easiest models I have had in a long time. I know you are going to love the pictures." Sam did not know what to say. He liked Terri, and did not want to hurt her, but the mention of the pictures brought reality back. He mumbled some thanks. 43 Chapter - You Gotta Go Shopping! "Well, it is getting late, and I'm getting hungry," Carol broke in. Sam, Carol and Gloria went off to find something to eat. They were all in good spirits, including, unaccountably, Sam. After lunch, another salad bar affair, the girls went looking in the stores at the mall. Even Sam had to admire some of the pretty dresses, something he had been reluctant to do before this. Terri's spirit was still keeping him buoyed up, he thought. They were in one of the larger, high priced department stores when Gloria stopped and called them over to one of the dress racks. She picked up a dress, and showed it to the others. "It's heavenly," Carol swooned. "Er, it's pretty," Sam said, trying to keep in the spirit of the trip. It was a pretty dress. The silk fabric had a rich feel, as different shades of red were stitched in various geometric patterns on the bright red base cloth. Even the puff sleeves were done this way. The neck line had a thin white lace border to accent it, and it had a belt of the same fabric as the dress. "Try it on, Sam," Gloria said, smiling. Sam did not want to try on another dress, but the expectant looks of the others left him little choice. He found the dressing room, and tried the dress on. It felt so silky and smooth, and just radiated sex. He stepped out of the cubicle for the others to see. He took their breath away. With the cosmetics from Terri's studio still on, the dress looked like it was made just for him. At last, they stopped looking, and had him change back into his street clothes. They bought the dress as they left the store. Carol and Gloria hustled Sam across the mall to a store he knew was the biggest branch of the biggest shoe store in town. They found a sales lady, and asked about shoes and a bag to match the dress they had just bought. They showed the dress to the sales girl. "I don't think we have that kind of pattern," the girl said, "but I do think I have something for you to see." The girl returned from the back carrying several boxes. She seated them in the fitting area, and opened a box. The pump shoe in it matched the color of the dress exactly, but it was covered in a velvet material instead of a pattern. The three inch spike heel was leather, but even it was colored to match the shoe. The girl tried the shoe on Sam's foot, and it fit nicely. He could even walk in it, at least as well as he could in other heels by now. The girl also produced a matching purse. It was kind of small, and had a short gold link chain to hold onto, but it looked very nice with the shoes. As a finale, the girl produced a rhinestone covered bow, which she clipped to the toe of the shoe. The ensemble took on an elegance from the simple addition. Gloria paid the girl, and they all left the mall. "Oh," Gloria said, "Susan called before we left the office. I need to get Sam over to Darlene's to pick up her dress." "That's a great idea," Carol agreed readily. "Maybe Darlene can do a dress like the one we just got for me." There were a few people in Darlene's when they got there. It did not stop Darlene from coming over and hugging the three in way of greeting. "Sam's dress is ready," she said, "and would you mind taking Susan's with you as well?" "No problem at all, Dar," Gloria answered, smiling at her old sorority sister. "I guess that does it then," Darlene said, handing the garment bags to Sam. "Well, not quite," Carol interjected. "We found the most darling dress for Sam earlier. I was wondering if you could make one like it for me." "I don't see why not," Darlene said. "Let me have a look." Carol opened the dress box, and held the dress up for Darlene to examine. Darlene began to laugh, and Carol looked puzzled. "I didn't know those were on the racks already," Darlene explained. "That one is part of my new collection. I have everything right here, and can make you a copy by tomorrow afternoon if you need it that quickly." Now Carol and Gloria were laughing. They knew Darlene, and should have figured the dress was one of hers. Carol glanced at her watch, and said quickly, "My golly, it is getting late. I have to get home. My date is picking me up in a couple of hours, and I have to get ready." The others laughed, even Sam, but went off in their own directions. 44 Chapter - Preparations Gloria delivered Sam to Susan's apartment, and explained about the dress. Susan was delighted when she saw it, and insisted that Sam model it for her. Then, Gloria departed to get ready for her date that night. Sam changed back into his street clothes, and watched television with Susan for a half hour or so. "Well, Sam, dear," Susan said, as soon as Oprah went off. "It is about time to start getting ready for our night out." "Go in and take a nice bubble bath," she continued. "I will be in to help you in a bit." Sam, now figuring they were going out for the night, went in to get cleaned up. He caught a glance at his face in the dresser mirror, and really liked what Terri's cosmetics had done for him. He almost wished he did not have to wash them off. Fresh underwear was laying on the bed when Sam finished drying and got back into the room. It was styled the same, but seemed thinner, and had lace trim around all the openings on the panties. The garter belt was lacier as well. The was no bra. He slipped the clothes on, and Susan returned to the room. Susan seated him at the dressing table, and began working on his face with lots of powders, lotions and creams. It took her longer than it had taken Terri that morning, but she finally got done, and Sam saw himself in the mirror. Where he had been attractive before, Susan's artistry had made his face beautiful. It was smooth, and the colors on his face blended together to give it a healthy, natural glow. The eyes were lined in black, and the pale rose shadow seemed to draw attention to them. Even his lips were shiny and smooth. He liked the look immediately. Susan gave him a petticoat to put on, and then handed him the red dress. He put them on, and looked at himself in the mirror. The effect was stunning. "Wait here just one minute," Susan directed, and quickly went into her room. She returned a minute later with some jewelry boxes. She took out Sam's studs, and slipped some heavier earrings into his ears, then put a necklace around his neck. Finally, she put a bracelet on his wrist. Sam saw from the bracelet that he was wearing the rubies they had bought earlier in the week. When he looked in the mirror this time, the transformation was unbelievable. The dress and the jewelry each seemed to add to the other's beauty, and reflected on him as well. He decided he looked good enough to eat. They went out to the living room to wait. Susan cautioned him to be careful, so as not to mess up the makeup or wrinkle the dress. A short time later, the doorbell rang. Susan answered it, and two men walked into the living room. One of the guys was tall, with long hair, and looked muscular. Tom was the other one. Sam stood up, and Tom whistled at him. A big grin formed on Tom's face. "You are beautiful, Sam," Tom whispered. For some reason, Sam liked that. "Oh! I almost forgot," Tom said, producing a box from behind his back. He reached into the box, and produced a white orchid corsage. He moved his hands towards Sam haltingly, as if to decide what to do with the flower. Susan laughed, and took the flower form Tom. She pinned it on Sam's bodice and laughed, "Tom, you never could figure out how to put a corsage on a lady!" "Oh!" Susan exclaimed. "Samantha this is Jeff Rivers. He's one of the baseball players from the local team. Jeff, this is Sam." Jeff held Sam's hand a little longer than normal during the introduction. "Anybody hungry?" Tom asked, grasping Sam by the bare arm. They all laughed. Jeff took Susan's arm, and they all went down to their cars. 45 Chapter - Dating Games Tom's arm was draped across Sam's shoulders during the drive to the restaurant. His touch brought back the feeling of Mark's touch, but even more intensely. The restaurant was the best French restaurant in town. The waiters were in tuxedos, and very solicitous towards the customers. It even had a somalier, complete with a big key around his neck. The maitre d'hotel greeted Tom, Jeff and Susan as long lost friends, by first name. They were escorted directly to their table. The meal was typical French cuisine. Several courses of small medallions of meat, fancy cut vegetables, many flavorful sauces and spices, and continuous wine were served. After coffee, Susan suggested that she and Sam needed to go "powder their noses." Sam followed her to the ladies room. Seated on the sofa, Susan deftly repaired Sam's make-up, then began teaching. "We have to give the men some time for some boy talk," she said. "In the meantime, you look lovely, and you are handling yourself like a perfect lady. Keep it up." "Thank you, Susan. Somehow, it just seems right tonight," Sam conceded with a shy smile. They chatted lightly for a little bit, then went back to join Tom and Jeff. "I thought you two must have gotten lost," Jeff quipped. Everyone laughed. Sam noticed the butts from two cigars in the ashtray, and a couple of empty brandy snifters on the table. He felt a little left out at not being able to join in on the men's talk as well. "Well, ladies," Tom began, "I think it must be time to go dancing." All his feelings of being left out evaporated as Tom took him by the arm, and they went out to the car again. Sam unconsciously snuggled closer to Tom, whose arm again rested across his bare shoulders, during the drive to the club. Baron's is not exactly a formal night club, but it is not a common bar with a dance floor either. It is the kind of place where men wear suits, not tuxedos, and women wear pretty party dresses. Sam, Tom, Susan and Jeff fit into the niche exactly this evening. The live band was playing some soft music as they entered and were escorted to a table. Carol was already there, with Greg at her side, and Gwen was there too, but Sam did not know her date. "Sam, I think you know Greg," Carol smiled. Greg winked at Sam. "Sam, this is Doctor Masterson," Gwen introduced her date. "He is chief of surgery at the city hospital. Ed, meet Samantha Gordon." Introductions complete, Tom hustled Sam to the dance floor. Sam felt like he was floating as he melted into Tom's strong body. The pressure of his breasts into Tom's chest seemed natural, and even pleasant. Tom's arms circling his body felt strong, and gave an impression of security. Even his stockinged legs brushing against Tom's suit seemed somehow right. Sam was thoroughly enjoying the experience. It seemed too soon when Tom took Sam back to the table. Jane, Gloria and Lois had arrived now, each on the arm of an attractive man. They were all introduced around, though Sam could not remember the names. Tom got up and danced with Susan, and Jeff asked Sam for the dance. With some grace, Sam accepted. It was a little different dancing with Jeff. His body was harder than Tom's, though Tom's body was by no means flabby, and he gripped a little tighter. On the other hand, the feeling of protectiveness he radiated was even stronger than that from Tom, and his grace on the dance floor was equal, if not better, than Tom's. Sam relaxed and enjoyed dancing with Jeff. Tom was making his normal rounds, dancing with all the girls in the group. The girls' escorts invariably asked Sam to dance, and he enjoyed dancing with all of them, except Greg. Darlene showed up after Sam finished dancing with Greg. Her date was a football player, who looked like he had run into a freight train. Sam vaguely recalled hearing something about one of the local players being hurt on Monday night, but sports were not a big thing in Susan's apartment, so he did not have all the details. This guy was the one who had been injured. Surprisingly, the football player was very gentle and graceful when he danced with Sam. Tom had finally made his rounds, dancing with Darlene last, and came back to dance with Sam again. Unable to stop himself, Sam compared Tom to the others, and decided he liked being in Tom's arms best of all. He also decided he wouldn't mind being in some of the others' if Tom were not available. He was just having a good time. By midnight, the party began breaking up. Carol and Greg had been first to wander away, then Jane and her date, whose name Sam still couldn't recall. Sam was in Tom's arms on the dance floor again, when he bent down and whispered in his ear, "Let's get away from here to some place more quiet." Sam simple smiled, and tried to move even closer to Tom. They left the club moments later, Tom's arm protectively clutched around Sam's shoulders. Sam nudged even closer to Tom during the drive through the country side. They stopped at a place on the side of the road, where a beautiful view of the rolling hills basked in the moonlight was visible. Sam barely saw it, choosing, instead, to begin kissing Tom. Tom was not adverse to Sam's advances, and returned the kisses with passion, drawing Sam even closer. At last they came up for air, and Tom began driving once more, with Sam almost welded to him in the seat. The club Tom chose was just about perfect for Sam's mood. It was very dark, and set up with booths instead of just tables. There was a small dance floor across the room, and a live band, but most of the place was very dark. The waitresses were also discrete, not bothering the customers unless called by flashing the lamp supplied in each of the booths. They were escorted to a booth in the back. The waitress brought them drinks, then they were left to themselves. Tom began the kissing this time, and Sam responded eagerly. Sam had wet panties from the time they had left the restaurant, and they were getting no drier now. They snuggled, kissing, for a long time. Without conscious effort, one of Sam's hands disengaged from Tom's neck, and pulled one of his hands away from his own. Sam's hand guided Tom's to a breast, then left it there and rejoined Tom's neck again. When Tom began to squeeze Sam's breast, Sam felt the burst of warmth and colors he's felt with Mark a few days earlier. The waves of pleasure consumed him, and he pulled himself even tighter against Tom. After Tom saw the orgasm pass, he pulled himself away, and whispered to Sam, "Take it easy sweetheart. Let's get out of here." Sam was agreeable, and they left the club. On the drive back, Sam noticed that Tom had an erection. He placed his hand on it, and began to caress Tom's manhood through his pants. With effort, Tom whispered, "No, Sam. Wait." Sam had to settle for simply being near Tom until they arrived at Tom's house. 46 Chapter - Tom Tom carried Sam directly from the car to the bedroom. He laid Sam on his bed, and began to undress him. Tom kissed each inch of Sam's body as he exposed it. Sam was mindless in ecstasy. Sam's body wanted Tom desperately to be inside it, but Tom kept playing with the outside. Tom was fully erect now, though Sam did not really see that, being immersed in his own pleasure. Sam felt only the waves of pleasure as Tom entered him and expended himself. He gripped Tom closely when he felt Tom begin to soften, trying desperately to rekindle the erection inside him. Finally, Tom rolled off, and Sam lay back in the glow of pleasure. It was even better than the night in Washington. Sam woke the next morning, knowing something was strange. His head was not lying on a soft pillow, but on something both hard and soft at the same time. There was a warm, soft thing next to him as well. He rolled towards the source of warmth, and opened his eyes. It all came back to him now, as he recognized Tom facing him and studying his face. Sam smiled at Tom, shyly, and then planted a big kiss on Tom's lips. That was all Tom needed. He responded in kind, and began exploring every curve of Sam's body. His member grew erect. Sam was now wet as well, and knew he wanted Tom inside him again. He looked over and saw Tom's erection. "My god," Sam thought to himself, "did I get all that inside me last night?" Sam reached out and gripped Tom's erection, pulling gently towards his crotch. Tom took Sam's hand and placed it behind his neck. He was busy exploring every inch of Sam's body with his tongue. Sam loved the feeling, but wanted that penis right now. -- +--------------' 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> /