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First Time – Chapter 2
The first time Sam ever tells you she loves you it’s on your 15th birthday.
The silly glasses party Spencer threw you is loud and hectic just like most things associated with your br0ther but here, in the stairwell of your building, the music is muffled by the cement walls surrounding you.
You and Sam sit side by side on the top step and you watch amused, as Sam roots around in her jean pockets, then the pockets of her hoodie, pulling out sticks of gum, crumpled five dollar bills, her mp3 player and her cell phone, none of which seem to be what she's looking for but she's doing it while she's wearing those ridiculous glasses with the fake nose, moustache and eyebrows on them and you can't help but smile.
"You didn't have to get me anything, Sam." You laugh and Sam just shrugs as she finally pulls whatever she was looking for out of her pocket.
"I wanted to get you something. It's not every day you turn the big 1-5. Now close your eyes and open your hand." Sam grins and you look at her suspiciously.
"Are you gonna make me hold something alive?" You ask and Sam rolls her eyes, yanking off her disguise glasses.
"No."
"Is it something dead?" And you can never be too careful around Sam.
"Oh, I did that one time. Now c'mon, close your eyes and open your hand." Sam urges leaning over to nudge you with her shoulder and you can't help the way your mouth curls upwards as you do as she tells you.
You open your eyes and smile at the charm bracelet Sam dropped into your palm. The bracelet is silver with four little charms hanging from it. And you understand the meaning of the small shiny computer and heart but you'll have to ask what the little pig and the helicopter are for later but instead you turn and hug Sam.
"Thanks Sam, I love it."
"Aw, you're not gonna get all gushy are you?" she asks hugging you back and you shake your head at her while you hold out your wrist.
"Put it on for me?" You ask and after a few tries Sam gets the bracelet on your wrists.
"There. Promise you won’t take it off?" Sam asks softly and she's the one that's getting all gushy but you say nothing as she takes your hand and twines your fingers together.
"Never. Ever." You whisper just before Sam leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. She pulls away and you lick your lips and smile.
"You taste like root beer." You whisper leaning in to kiss her again and Sam laughs into your mouth before pulling away and standing.
"It’s my chap stick. Now, c'mon let’s get you back to your birthday bash." Sam says giving you a hand and you take it and let her pull you to your feet.
You're half way back to your apartment with your hand in Sam's when she turns and kisses you quickly one last time and whispers, "I love you, Carls. Happy Birthday."
And then she's tugging you to the apartment behind her and you follow her with warm cheeks and a pounding heart.
Your first fight is when Freddie asks a seemingly unimportant question…
"So are you going to the winter dance this Friday?" Freddie asks from behind his laptop, taking a nonchalant sip from his juice pouch and you smile knowingly from the bean bag beside him in the studio.
"Yeah, I guess." You answer and beside you Freddie makes an audible gulping noise.
"Oh yeah, me too. So what would you maybe think of you and I went to the dance together?" He asks with a crack in his voice and he watches you with earnest hopeful eyes so you just say…
"Yes, sure."
"What?!"
"I said, yes, Freddie. I'll go with you." You laugh until Freddie jumps up, hurriedly stuffing his laptop into its carrier before grabbing his backpack.
"What're you doing?" you ask utterly confused and frankly a little frightened.
"I'm leaving. I have to get out of here in case you change your mind." He huffs and you watch him hightail it out of the studio as Sam meanders in.
"What's he so excited about? Did his mom get him new tag less underwear?" Sam asks pulling her earphones from her ears and jamming her mp3 player into her pocket.
"I told Freddie I would go to the winter formal with him." You say as you stand and toss the bean bag chairs out of the middle of the studio floor and you’re expecting a smart remark or some kind of jab at Freddie but there's only silence and it makes you turn around cautiously.
The first time you finally agree to go out with Freddie is also the first time Sam is ever mad at you.
"What? Why would you do that?" Sam asks and you open your mouth with every intention of speaking but Sam is looking at you with glassy hurt eyes that make your stomach drop to your feet and leave you speechless.
"I-I don't know why you’re upset? It's just Freddie." You manage weakly and your confused and scared because Sam's never been mad at you. She's never looked at you like this, like you've broken her heart and oh God, maybe you did.
"I thought we could go together." She says and you swallow once, then again, and you feel like the world’s biggest nub because it hadn't even occurred to you that Sam would want to go with you to the dance. She hates dances.
"But you hate dances." You blurt and Sam sort of flinches.
"But I know you like to go to them. I wanted to take you." Sam whispers and your heart joins your stomach at your feet.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just tell the dweeb he's not taking you to the dance." And you wish it were that simple but Freddie's your friend and you already told him that you would go with him and you can't do that to him, as much as you want to make Sam stop looking at you like that.
"I can't. I can't do that to Freddie." You whisper
"Fine. I hope you and Fredward have a great time and don't forget to invite me to the wedding." Sam spits and anger flares up inside of you instantly.
"You didn't ask me, Sam and you can't be mad at me for not being able to read your mind. I don't have ESP!" You yell and of course that sets off a whole screaming match between you and Sam that ends with her storming out of the studio and with you locked in your room hoarse from screaming and crying.
* * *
You miss Sam. You miss her a lot and you're miserable because she won't talk to you unless it has something to do with the web show.
And your hurt and tempted to give in and apologize to Sam but Freddie is your friend too and he's so excited so instead of calling Sam, you buy a dress that matches Freddie's suit and on Friday you go with him to the dance.
Freddie spends the night nervous and sweating and doing the robot but you have fun and at the end of the night you kiss him on the cheek before you disappear into your apartment.
It's after 11pm when you finish showering and get into bed and then you can only think about Sam. You wonder what she's been doing with her time since she hasn't been spending it with you, wonder what she did tonight, what she's doing right now. You clutch your phone in your hand under your pillow and contemplate calling her but think better of it and instead you turn off your bedside lamp and try to sleeep.
You wake up hours later to the sound of your bedroom door shutting quietly and then locking and there's a scream halfway out of your throat before Sam's hand covers your mouth and she clambers on top of you with wide eyes.
"Shut up." She hisses at you and you nod once, waiting for her to pull her hand away before you speak.
"How did you get in here?" You whisper pushing yourself up on your elbows as you peer up at her through the darkness.
"I have my ways, Carly Shay." She sort of laughs before sitting forward so she's staring into your eyes. "I'm sorry." She blurts out and you can tell that's not what she meant to say because she looks away with an eye roll. "That's not how that was supposed come out."
You laugh and its mostly with relief and you haven't felt this good in a week.
"I'm sorry too. I didn't know…" You whisper and Sam shrugs sitting back so she's resting on your thighs.
"It's okay, Cupcake." She whispers and you can't help but lean up and kiss her. She kisses you back eagerly before pulling away with a smile.
"I missed that."
"Me too."
You curl into Sam's warmth when she stretches out beside you on the bed.
"I missed you." She whispers quietly and you press your face into the soft full curls of her hair and inhale.
"I missed you too."
* * *
You wake up with blonde hair in your face which isn't such a strange occurrence when Sam stays the night in your bed. It's early in the morning and a glance at your bedside clock reveals its only 4am. It's a mission to untangle your limbs from Sam's and you think about going back to sleeep but instead you find yourself looking at Sam. Sam who is wearing a white tank top, pyjama pants and strangely enough just one sneaker.
You're smiling when you untie and yank off her other shoe then both of her socks and you laugh when you see her purple toe nails.
"Whaddareyadoing?" Sam mumbles nearly incoherently and you climb on top of her.
"Your toenails are painted. How lady like." You laugh and Sam winces, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Say anything to anyone and die." And the threat is said with a laugh so it loses some of its menace.
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that you paint your toenails." You giggle and Sam makes a growling sound in the back of her throat that makes you lean down and kiss her.
You kiss her hard and slow, pushing your tongue into her mouth and Sam's the only person that you've ever really kissed like this and you wonder if you're a good kisser. You figure you can't be that bad because Sam is pulling you down on top of her and hooking her legs around yours and the way she's kissing you back makes you dizzy and clutch at the pillow beneath her head.
You don't realize that your pushing your hips into Sam's, grinding against her, until you feel heat, white and blinding, low in your stomach and then you focus on that feeling.
You focus on making Sam feel that feeling too and you pull out of her kiss to move against her and listen to the soft 'Uhn' sound she makes when you get the motion just right and soon you have the hang of it so she's making the sound over and over while your mattress thuds faintly against the wall.
Sam stutters out your name brokenly before she arches into you like she's pushing you away but her hands are keeping you against her and she trembles against you.
The first time you give Sam and orgasm you're fantastically proud of yourself.
* * *
After that you do research because they don't teach Lesbian Sex 101 at your school so you look it up online. You type 'lesbian sex' into the search engine and learn things that you didn't need to know and things you definitely did and after your sure to clear the history on the internet browser.
"I thought you said we were doing homework." Sam whispers into your mouth and you nod, touching your tongue to her bottom lip quickly.
"I lied." you laugh pulling back to twist Sam out of her sweatshirt.
"I get the whole lying thing but why are we in your closet?" Sam asks, her voice muffled by her sweatshirt before you whip it free.
"The lock on my door is broken. Spencer needed some kind of mechanism out of it so here we are…" you explain distractedly while you unzip your own hoodie.
Sam kisses you again and you both stumble backwards into a rack of your clothes with a crash.
"Ow." You mutter before you reach down to grip the hem of her tank top.
"Whoa, what're you doing?" Sam asks looking down at your hands then back into your eyes.
"I-I… do you want me to stop?" You ask nervously and Sam licks her lips thoughtfully before blinking once, hard.
"No. No." Sam whispers and then she raises her arms and lets you pull the tank top off so she's standing in just a grey bra.
You swallow hard and you pull your own shirt off too and for a moment you just look at her and her skin has light freckles and her breasts are small and perfect.
You kiss her again and she puts her hands on your waist tentatively like she's afraid you'll burn her hands.
"I want to do stuff… to you." You whisper and a blush burns in your face and Sam looks unsure but then she takes a deep breath and smiles.
"Can I do stuff to you?" She asks and you hadn't really thought about it but you grin and shrug touching her stomach with just your fingertips.
"Yeah. Sure."
You kiss again and you fumble with the clasp on her bra and Sam doesn't take a breath until you finish and then she lets you pull the bra from her arms before covering her breast with her hands while you take off your own bra.
Sam looks as nervous as you feel but her eyes are focused on your chest and you blush again as you cover your own breast with your hands.
"On the count of three?" Sam whispers with an arched eyebrow.
"Okay. One. Two. Three." You breathe and you both drop your hands and you try not to look but you do.
"You're so pretty, Sam." You whisper and she is, she's one of the most beautiful people you've ever met.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Carls." Sam jokes nervously and you smile reassuringly.
"Can I touch you?" You ask and you hadn't notice how the space between you had grown in the small closet.
Sam only nods, dropping her hands when you get closer and you do the same, reaching out to run your fingers up the flat of her stomach and the bottom curve of her breast. When you drag your thumb across her nipple she inhales sharply.
"Am I hurting you?" You ask and Sam shakes her head, blinking hard.
"No. The opposite." Sam sighs and she reaches back to quickly undo her long hair.
You kiss her again she's nervous and your nervous but kissing is something you guys both get. You keep touching Sam's chest, feeling her with your whole trembling hand and she kisses you back distractedly and then she's touching you and you nearly bite off her tongue.
"I'm sorry." You breathe and Sam just smiles before kissing you again and her fingers curl around your breasts.
"Lie down with me." You request and you both go to the carpeted floor and you stretch out over her.
According to the internet, you're a top.
"Can I kiss yours?" Sam asks quietly and you can't find words so you just nod and Sam pushes you over onto your back and then she's half lying on top of you pressing your lips to your breast. And your body is throbbing and excited and you hook your legs around her waist and press up against her to make it stop.
"Geez." You swallow and Sam looks up at you expectantly. "Feels good." You murmur in response and she nods.
And then Sam is unbuttoning you Capri pants, leaning back to tug them down and off and then she's sliding her hand down the front of your underwear and you could've sworn this wasn't a part of your plan.
She touches you and you don't mean to cry out but you do and she shushes you quietly.
"Are you okay?" She asks quietly and you nod dumbly and then she's stroking through your wetness. Suddenly her fingers catch on something that makes you squeak and shut your eyes against the pleasure and you remember the internet and something about the clitoris. And Sam slides her finger over the same spot over and over until your hips are rising and your fisting the carpet underneath you and trying to breathe.
Then it hits you that you're not the only one that's been doing research because Sam is watching you like she realizes that all her hard work is finally paying off.
It’s becoming too much and you clutch at Sam's wrist, holding her still while instead you buck against her touch and it's like everything inside of you snaps and explodes and you cry out softly.
It feels like you can't breathe, that you'll never stop pressing against Sam until finally you come back to yourself with a gasp.
"Whoa." Sam whispers in awe.
"Yeah." you whisper kissing her quickly and you're glad she's your first. “Whoa.”
The first time Sam ever tells you she loves you it’s on your 15th birthday.
The silly glasses party Spencer threw you is loud and hectic just like most things associated with your br0ther but here, in the stairwell of your building, the music is muffled by the cement walls surrounding you.
You and Sam sit side by side on the top step and you watch amused, as Sam roots around in her jean pockets, then the pockets of her hoodie, pulling out sticks of gum, crumpled five dollar bills, her mp3 player and her cell phone, none of which seem to be what she's looking for but she's doing it while she's wearing those ridiculous glasses with the fake nose, moustache and eyebrows on them and you can't help but smile.
"You didn't have to get me anything, Sam." You laugh and Sam just shrugs as she finally pulls whatever she was looking for out of her pocket.
"I wanted to get you something. It's not every day you turn the big 1-5. Now close your eyes and open your hand." Sam grins and you look at her suspiciously.
"Are you gonna make me hold something alive?" You ask and Sam rolls her eyes, yanking off her disguise glasses.
"No."
"Is it something dead?" And you can never be too careful around Sam.
"Oh, I did that one time. Now c'mon, close your eyes and open your hand." Sam urges leaning over to nudge you with her shoulder and you can't help the way your mouth curls upwards as you do as she tells you.
You open your eyes and smile at the charm bracelet Sam dropped into your palm. The bracelet is silver with four little charms hanging from it. And you understand the meaning of the small shiny computer and heart but you'll have to ask what the little pig and the helicopter are for later but instead you turn and hug Sam.
"Thanks Sam, I love it."
"Aw, you're not gonna get all gushy are you?" she asks hugging you back and you shake your head at her while you hold out your wrist.
"Put it on for me?" You ask and after a few tries Sam gets the bracelet on your wrists.
"There. Promise you won’t take it off?" Sam asks softly and she's the one that's getting all gushy but you say nothing as she takes your hand and twines your fingers together.
"Never. Ever." You whisper just before Sam leans in and kisses you softly on the lips. She pulls away and you lick your lips and smile.
"You taste like root beer." You whisper leaning in to kiss her again and Sam laughs into your mouth before pulling away and standing.
"It’s my chap stick. Now, c'mon let’s get you back to your birthday bash." Sam says giving you a hand and you take it and let her pull you to your feet.
You're half way back to your apartment with your hand in Sam's when she turns and kisses you quickly one last time and whispers, "I love you, Carls. Happy Birthday."
And then she's tugging you to the apartment behind her and you follow her with warm cheeks and a pounding heart.
Your first fight is when Freddie asks a seemingly unimportant question…
"So are you going to the winter dance this Friday?" Freddie asks from behind his laptop, taking a nonchalant sip from his juice pouch and you smile knowingly from the bean bag beside him in the studio.
"Yeah, I guess." You answer and beside you Freddie makes an audible gulping noise.
"Oh yeah, me too. So what would you maybe think of you and I went to the dance together?" He asks with a crack in his voice and he watches you with earnest hopeful eyes so you just say…
"Yes, sure."
"What?!"
"I said, yes, Freddie. I'll go with you." You laugh until Freddie jumps up, hurriedly stuffing his laptop into its carrier before grabbing his backpack.
"What're you doing?" you ask utterly confused and frankly a little frightened.
"I'm leaving. I have to get out of here in case you change your mind." He huffs and you watch him hightail it out of the studio as Sam meanders in.
"What's he so excited about? Did his mom get him new tag less underwear?" Sam asks pulling her earphones from her ears and jamming her mp3 player into her pocket.
"I told Freddie I would go to the winter formal with him." You say as you stand and toss the bean bag chairs out of the middle of the studio floor and you’re expecting a smart remark or some kind of jab at Freddie but there's only silence and it makes you turn around cautiously.
The first time you finally agree to go out with Freddie is also the first time Sam is ever mad at you.
"What? Why would you do that?" Sam asks and you open your mouth with every intention of speaking but Sam is looking at you with glassy hurt eyes that make your stomach drop to your feet and leave you speechless.
"I-I don't know why you’re upset? It's just Freddie." You manage weakly and your confused and scared because Sam's never been mad at you. She's never looked at you like this, like you've broken her heart and oh God, maybe you did.
"I thought we could go together." She says and you swallow once, then again, and you feel like the world’s biggest nub because it hadn't even occurred to you that Sam would want to go with you to the dance. She hates dances.
"But you hate dances." You blurt and Sam sort of flinches.
"But I know you like to go to them. I wanted to take you." Sam whispers and your heart joins your stomach at your feet.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Just tell the dweeb he's not taking you to the dance." And you wish it were that simple but Freddie's your friend and you already told him that you would go with him and you can't do that to him, as much as you want to make Sam stop looking at you like that.
"I can't. I can't do that to Freddie." You whisper
"Fine. I hope you and Fredward have a great time and don't forget to invite me to the wedding." Sam spits and anger flares up inside of you instantly.
"You didn't ask me, Sam and you can't be mad at me for not being able to read your mind. I don't have ESP!" You yell and of course that sets off a whole screaming match between you and Sam that ends with her storming out of the studio and with you locked in your room hoarse from screaming and crying.
* * *
You miss Sam. You miss her a lot and you're miserable because she won't talk to you unless it has something to do with the web show.
And your hurt and tempted to give in and apologize to Sam but Freddie is your friend too and he's so excited so instead of calling Sam, you buy a dress that matches Freddie's suit and on Friday you go with him to the dance.
Freddie spends the night nervous and sweating and doing the robot but you have fun and at the end of the night you kiss him on the cheek before you disappear into your apartment.
It's after 11pm when you finish showering and get into bed and then you can only think about Sam. You wonder what she's been doing with her time since she hasn't been spending it with you, wonder what she did tonight, what she's doing right now. You clutch your phone in your hand under your pillow and contemplate calling her but think better of it and instead you turn off your bedside lamp and try to sleeep.
You wake up hours later to the sound of your bedroom door shutting quietly and then locking and there's a scream halfway out of your throat before Sam's hand covers your mouth and she clambers on top of you with wide eyes.
"Shut up." She hisses at you and you nod once, waiting for her to pull her hand away before you speak.
"How did you get in here?" You whisper pushing yourself up on your elbows as you peer up at her through the darkness.
"I have my ways, Carly Shay." She sort of laughs before sitting forward so she's staring into your eyes. "I'm sorry." She blurts out and you can tell that's not what she meant to say because she looks away with an eye roll. "That's not how that was supposed come out."
You laugh and its mostly with relief and you haven't felt this good in a week.
"I'm sorry too. I didn't know…" You whisper and Sam shrugs sitting back so she's resting on your thighs.
"It's okay, Cupcake." She whispers and you can't help but lean up and kiss her. She kisses you back eagerly before pulling away with a smile.
"I missed that."
"Me too."
You curl into Sam's warmth when she stretches out beside you on the bed.
"I missed you." She whispers quietly and you press your face into the soft full curls of her hair and inhale.
"I missed you too."
* * *
You wake up with blonde hair in your face which isn't such a strange occurrence when Sam stays the night in your bed. It's early in the morning and a glance at your bedside clock reveals its only 4am. It's a mission to untangle your limbs from Sam's and you think about going back to sleeep but instead you find yourself looking at Sam. Sam who is wearing a white tank top, pyjama pants and strangely enough just one sneaker.
You're smiling when you untie and yank off her other shoe then both of her socks and you laugh when you see her purple toe nails.
"Whaddareyadoing?" Sam mumbles nearly incoherently and you climb on top of her.
"Your toenails are painted. How lady like." You laugh and Sam winces, covering her eyes with her hand.
"Say anything to anyone and die." And the threat is said with a laugh so it loses some of its menace.
"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone that you paint your toenails." You giggle and Sam makes a growling sound in the back of her throat that makes you lean down and kiss her.
You kiss her hard and slow, pushing your tongue into her mouth and Sam's the only person that you've ever really kissed like this and you wonder if you're a good kisser. You figure you can't be that bad because Sam is pulling you down on top of her and hooking her legs around yours and the way she's kissing you back makes you dizzy and clutch at the pillow beneath her head.
You don't realize that your pushing your hips into Sam's, grinding against her, until you feel heat, white and blinding, low in your stomach and then you focus on that feeling.
You focus on making Sam feel that feeling too and you pull out of her kiss to move against her and listen to the soft 'Uhn' sound she makes when you get the motion just right and soon you have the hang of it so she's making the sound over and over while your mattress thuds faintly against the wall.
Sam stutters out your name brokenly before she arches into you like she's pushing you away but her hands are keeping you against her and she trembles against you.
The first time you give Sam and orgasm you're fantastically proud of yourself.
* * *
After that you do research because they don't teach Lesbian Sex 101 at your school so you look it up online. You type 'lesbian sex' into the search engine and learn things that you didn't need to know and things you definitely did and after your sure to clear the history on the internet browser.
"I thought you said we were doing homework." Sam whispers into your mouth and you nod, touching your tongue to her bottom lip quickly.
"I lied." you laugh pulling back to twist Sam out of her sweatshirt.
"I get the whole lying thing but why are we in your closet?" Sam asks, her voice muffled by her sweatshirt before you whip it free.
"The lock on my door is broken. Spencer needed some kind of mechanism out of it so here we are…" you explain distractedly while you unzip your own hoodie.
Sam kisses you again and you both stumble backwards into a rack of your clothes with a crash.
"Ow." You mutter before you reach down to grip the hem of her tank top.
"Whoa, what're you doing?" Sam asks looking down at your hands then back into your eyes.
"I-I… do you want me to stop?" You ask nervously and Sam licks her lips thoughtfully before blinking once, hard.
"No. No." Sam whispers and then she raises her arms and lets you pull the tank top off so she's standing in just a grey bra.
You swallow hard and you pull your own shirt off too and for a moment you just look at her and her skin has light freckles and her breasts are small and perfect.
You kiss her again and she puts her hands on your waist tentatively like she's afraid you'll burn her hands.
"I want to do stuff… to you." You whisper and a blush burns in your face and Sam looks unsure but then she takes a deep breath and smiles.
"Can I do stuff to you?" She asks and you hadn't really thought about it but you grin and shrug touching her stomach with just your fingertips.
"Yeah. Sure."
You kiss again and you fumble with the clasp on her bra and Sam doesn't take a breath until you finish and then she lets you pull the bra from her arms before covering her breast with her hands while you take off your own bra.
Sam looks as nervous as you feel but her eyes are focused on your chest and you blush again as you cover your own breast with your hands.
"On the count of three?" Sam whispers with an arched eyebrow.
"Okay. One. Two. Three." You breathe and you both drop your hands and you try not to look but you do.
"You're so pretty, Sam." You whisper and she is, she's one of the most beautiful people you've ever met.
"Flattery will get you everywhere, Carls." Sam jokes nervously and you smile reassuringly.
"Can I touch you?" You ask and you hadn't notice how the space between you had grown in the small closet.
Sam only nods, dropping her hands when you get closer and you do the same, reaching out to run your fingers up the flat of her stomach and the bottom curve of her breast. When you drag your thumb across her nipple she inhales sharply.
"Am I hurting you?" You ask and Sam shakes her head, blinking hard.
"No. The opposite." Sam sighs and she reaches back to quickly undo her long hair.
You kiss her again she's nervous and your nervous but kissing is something you guys both get. You keep touching Sam's chest, feeling her with your whole trembling hand and she kisses you back distractedly and then she's touching you and you nearly bite off her tongue.
"I'm sorry." You breathe and Sam just smiles before kissing you again and her fingers curl around your breasts.
"Lie down with me." You request and you both go to the carpeted floor and you stretch out over her.
According to the internet, you're a top.
"Can I kiss yours?" Sam asks quietly and you can't find words so you just nod and Sam pushes you over onto your back and then she's half lying on top of you pressing your lips to your breast. And your body is throbbing and excited and you hook your legs around her waist and press up against her to make it stop.
"Geez." You swallow and Sam looks up at you expectantly. "Feels good." You murmur in response and she nods.
And then Sam is unbuttoning you Capri pants, leaning back to tug them down and off and then she's sliding her hand down the front of your underwear and you could've sworn this wasn't a part of your plan.
She touches you and you don't mean to cry out but you do and she shushes you quietly.
"Are you okay?" She asks quietly and you nod dumbly and then she's stroking through your wetness. Suddenly her fingers catch on something that makes you squeak and shut your eyes against the pleasure and you remember the internet and something about the clitoris. And Sam slides her finger over the same spot over and over until your hips are rising and your fisting the carpet underneath you and trying to breathe.
Then it hits you that you're not the only one that's been doing research because Sam is watching you like she realizes that all her hard work is finally paying off.
It’s becoming too much and you clutch at Sam's wrist, holding her still while instead you buck against her touch and it's like everything inside of you snaps and explodes and you cry out softly.
It feels like you can't breathe, that you'll never stop pressing against Sam until finally you come back to yourself with a gasp.
"Whoa." Sam whispers in awe.
"Yeah." you whisper kissing her quickly and you're glad she's your first. “Whoa.”
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