2.17 – Sammy I
2.17 – Sammy I
Sammy plopped down onto her bed, hands beneath her thighs, and kicking her feet back and forth. She looked around her room—small, but cozy—and said, “It’s not much, but by Tenet standards, it’s pretty nice. There’s perks to doing the guild’s busy work.”
“Beats the barracks, that’s for sure.”
She sat next to Sammy, who was grinning at her, obviously excited for the turn this night would be taking. Natalie returned the smile, equally as anticipatory, though admittedly nervous. Not because this sort of thing usually made her anxious—beyond the normal amount everyone was—but rather, the reveal of the night. The thing between her legs, which she had no clue how Sammy would react to.
The two of them had already been excited walking back to Sammy’s room, but now the giddy air had morphed into an electric one. In the privacy of Sammy’s room, the moment had arrived. Both knew the reason they’d hung out tonight—and by Sammy’s expectant expression, she was waiting for Natalie to get a move on. Her eyes were on Natalie’s lips.
While with Jordan Natalie had been timid, she had no such hesitations with Sammy. Spurred on by the warm buzz in her head, too, she shuffled forward, pressing closer to Sammy. Sammy leaned into her, tilting her head and closing her eyes. Natalie took the offer. Heart pounding, she pressed her lips into Sammy’s.
It stayed chaste, tentative, for about two seconds. Then Natalie pried Sammy’s mouth open, wanting to get to things, and knowing Sammy did too.
Natalie pushed Sammy over into her bed, crawling atop her, kissing her on the way down. The two shuffled over, getting better positioned in the middle of the bed, rather than half hanging off the ledge. It broke the kiss briefly, before Natalie returned to it with renewed eagerness. Sammy’s hands roamed Natalie’s back, tugging her in closer. Natalie basked in the taste of the older girl, delighting in her mouth and needy reciprocation. Her own hands started to stray.
Natalie leaned up, finally, straddling Sammy’s lap. There was something she needed to handle before things went much further. Sammy panted up at Natalie, red faced and excited, and confused why she’d pulled back.
“I should, uh, tell you something,” Natalie said.
“Okay?”
Natalie couldn’t imagine a way to handle this besides directly. To just say it. She fought past her nerves. “This might sound odd, but it’s not a joke. I, um. Have both parts. A cock, too. So if that’s not something you want … or whatever … then I guess …” she trailed off.
Sammy, obviously, couldn’t take the announcement fully in stride. She blinked, caught off guard. Her eyes flicked down, seeing, for the first time, the proof of Natalie’s claim. Their sloppy kisses from a few moments prior had worked her up, making the bulge clear, with Natalie literally sitting on Sammy.
“Oh,” Sammy said. She was quiet for several moments, taking the announcement in, and Natalie let her digest it. “Oh. Um. That’s …” She pursed her lips, then shrugged. “Okay. I don’t care, but—but I think I only want hands and fingers inside me? For tonight.”
“Of course.” Relief crashed through her. It was a much smoother acceptance than she could have hoped for. Plus, not going all the way—putting it inside Sammy—was probably for the best for Natalie, too. She’d brought a condom just in case, but taking things slowly … that was more than fine.
And, fortunately, Sammy didn’t seem to care about the ‘how’. How Natalie had ended up with both parts. Maybe she was curious, but didn’t think it polite to ask?
Either way, the disclaimer made, Natalie returned to the moment, working away on bringing the passionate mood back. Sammy met her lips eagerly, so it seemed she meant what she said—that the reveal hadn’t bothered her. The last bits of Natalie’s concern left, and, worries out of the way, she indulged in her lust.
Her hands crept up to the top of Sammy’s button-up shirt, fumbling at popping it open. She pulled back, laughing into Sammy’s lips.
“Ugh. These are so annoying to take off.” She wanted to play with Sammy now. Leaning up to prove her point, Natalie pulled off her own shirt in a smooth, easy motion. “See? Much easier.”
“Counter argument,” Sammy said. She gripped her button-up at the middle, then pulled, buttons popping and flying away in a clatter.
Natalie stared incredulously at the other girl, who laughed.
“See? It’s not that much harder.”
“You ruined your shirt!”
And it had revealed Sammy’s smooth, tanned skin, and a black bra cupping two generous breasts. But however amazing that sight was—she’d literally ripped her shirt open.
“But I saved us two seconds,” Sammy said. “Too bad you’re wasting it.” She shook her chest side to side, making her tits bounce. “My sacrifice is going to waste.”
Natalie took the hint, even if she was still amused, and incredulous, at how Sammy had literally torn her button-up. Did she do that for all her dates? It certainly set an impression. Honestly, it turned her on with surprising intensity. Probably the point.
She leaned back forward, taking Sammy’s mouth again and adventuring to more daring places. She wiggled her hands under Sammy’s bra and started playing with her tits. At a gentle pinch of her nipples, Sammy groaned into her mouth, a sound Natalie let wash over her. She bit Sammy’s lip and tugged it back. Sammy’s breath hitched, and, eagerly, she vied for control, then did the same to Natalie. The spike of pain was nice—she liked when kisses got a bit rough.
Sammy’s hand dipped between Natalie’s legs and rubbed. The pressure against her cock sent electricity up her spine, and Natalie gave her own groan into her partner’s mouth. It was the second time anyone had ever touched here there, even through layers of clothing. Jordan had been the first, mounting Natalie’s lap and rubbing her butt against her.
The memory thrilled through her—she tried not to think about why too closely—and Natalie started kissing Sammy even more enthusiastically. She repositioned herself, moving to the side so she could press her knee between Sammy’s legs, providing her something to rub again. She accepted eagerly, gyrating her hips as she pleasured herself. She continued rubbing Natalie’s crotch just as excitedly.
Eventually, Sammy pulled back, gasping. She nudged Natalie’s knee away with her hand. “Your mouth? Please?” She leaned forward, hands going behind Natalie’s back, to her bra strap. “And I want this off.”
Her tits revealed, which she let Sammy briefly admire, shaking them with a smile, Natalie didn’t need to be told twice. She scooted back on the bed, helping Sammy tug her pants down. She planted a kiss on each of Sammy’s thighs, taking it slow, but Sammy’s fingers buried into Natalie’s hair, and she urged Natalie forward, between her legs. She was, apparently, ready. Didn’t need any further working up.
Natalie planted a kiss on Sammy’s panties, then tugged those down, too.