“Oh, yeah! Right there, baby! Harder! Harder! HARDER!” Samantha shrieked with pleasure as her eyes rolled up in ecstasy and her nails dug sharply in the soft flesh of my back, marking our animalistic experience in a manner I had never imagined. Certainly not with Samantha.
Samantha and I were neighbours when I lived with my parents in the suburbs of Berkeley. I have known her since she was a toddler. She is the same age as my younger sister, Michelle. Michelle and Samantha went to the same school and have been close friends ever since they can remember. Samantha would often come over to my parents’ home, or ‘our home’ as I called it back then to play with Michelle. When they grew up into their teens, they grew out of their child-like games but not out of each other’s company. Her visits continued. Come to think of where I am right now, I feel they even increased and deliberately so. Hindsight tends to make things clearer.
Being my younger sister’s friend, I had developed a kind of affection for Samantha that one does for a sister. Also, I had a huge crush on her elder sister, Julia. My crush on Julia meant that I never thought of any other girl - certainly not a kid like Samantha - since I was thirteen till now when I am twenty three. I was so infatuated with her that I could never get into a serious relationship. And how could I be blamed for that? She was an angel of any boy’s dreams. Her hair shone in the sun like gold and her eyes were a captivating deep green. Her milky white skin was flawless even in her teens. By the time she was nineteen, she was a stunner with her tall stature, slim shapely legs, curvy waist and average sized breasts. But nothing of this seemed more alluring than her lively giggle and her bright smile. That was when I had last seen Julia before she left for Los Angeles to pursue a career in acting. I never got to tell her of my crush on her because I was unsure of how she would take it. Not only did she look too gorgeous to go out with an average Joe like me, but also was she older than me which meant that she would not consider me.
Another few months later, the other three Jamesons - Samantha and her parents - moved to Chicago.
When I was 18, I moved to California to get a degree. It was not exactly close to home but I could not complain since I could visit my parents on weekends. These visits continued after I graduated and got a job in California itself. It was on one such weekend visit last month that I saw her.
My father had decided to throw a barbeque party and decided to call the entire neighbourhood. I was out in the yard, unloading some crates of beer from my father’s truck, helping him prepare for his barbeque when a voice called out to me, “Hey, Mike!” I turned around and I stood transfixed looking at her. The same hair of gold but dressed differently, the same green eyes, and the same bright smile - it had Julia written all over it, except that one thing was missing. As she walked closer to our yard, I realised that she was shorter than what I remembered Julia to be. As she came close, she put her arms around me, got up on her toes and kissed my cheek saying, “I can’t believe you are here, Mike!” She leaned back and put her hand on my chest as she stared up and down my body inspecting me while I stood there confused, staring blankly at her. She let a soft whistle and whispered, “My! You look even better than when I last saw you.”
’Is this really Julia?’ I thought to myself.
My thoughts were broken by Michelle’s high pitched voice screeching the air, “Oh my god! Samantha!” That is when I realised my blunder - Julia would not look the same as I had last seen her. It was years ago that I had seen.
As Samantha and Michelle stood in the yard chatting and giggling, I realised that, for me, time had frozen and the sight of Samantha had rekindled something in my heart. I still had my crush on Julia hidden in deep recesses of my mind and Samantha was bringing it all out.
’No!’ I snapped at myself. ’She is Michelle’s friend. You would think of her as your own little sister. Snap out of it, you sick pervert.’
As I wrestled with my own thoughts, Samantha’s presence was not helping my moral side fight my carnal side. The more I looked at her, the more attractive she looked; sexy even, I could say. Her hair was wavy and she twirled the curls at their end with her dainty fingers. She wore an unbuttoned white shirt over a white crop top that showed off her bare mid section. She had some fat on her midriff made it look soft. Her fleshy legs and big round hips were covered up from the middle of the thighs with a pair of tight blue denim shorts. I couldn’t take my eyes off those legs as I started imagining drinking beer off her smooth legs.
My perverted thoughts were broken by my father’s voice calling out to me from the porch. I shook my head to throw those thoughts out of my mind and I followed my father inside the house while the long lost friends, Samantha and Michelle, continued chatting in the yard, oblivious to all that was going on in my head. Or so I thought. I was to learn better later on.
As the barbeque started and the guests started coming in, everyone was got busy talking to each other. As I was handing out a drink to Mrs. Jameson from the cooler, Samantha walked up to us, put her arm through her mother’s and said, “Hey, Mom! Looks like you’ve met Mike. Hasn’t he grown cuter over the last …?” She stopped and turned at me to ask, “How many years has it been, Mike?”
“I don’t know. Six? Seven?” I replied as I looked back at her. The moment I looked into her deep green eyes, I regretted it. I knew that I was smitten by her.
Mrs Jameson excused herself as she carried her drink to go and meet the other neighbours. Samantha took a step closer and fingered the upper rim of her top to reveal a little more of her cleavage. She leaned forward and whispered, “It’s been long, hasn’t it?” I couldn’t understand what was happening. Was she hitting on me?
I tried hard to continue looking into her eyes but her bosom seemed more captivating than even her eyes. My eyes kept straying down to her fleshy orbs. She slowly kept pulling her top lower and showing off more of her breasts. The more she showed, the more I realised how big they were. By now, I had absolutely no idea of what we were speaking, assuming we were speaking at all. All I was thinking about was how her breasts would feel in my hands and between my lips.
The party suddenly came to life when Uncle John started playing his guitar and singing alternately bawdy country songs and raunchy pop songs. Michelle called me out for a dance and I found another opportunity to get away, not from Samantha but from my thoughts about her. My mind was soon diverted as Michelle and I danced heartily until she had to do the damnedest thing she could at that moment. She called Samantha to join us for the dance and she left soon after, almost as if conspiring to get her to dance with me.
The dance was getting hotter with each song as she danced very close to me. She held my hand throughout the dance and kept finding opportunities to touch me or make me touch her intimately. And the worst part of it? I was getting turned on by this. I had a hard on.
When the dancing stopped, she turned to me and hugged me. Or so she showed. In reality, she was pressing herself against me. Her soft breasts were pressing against my body and my hard cock was pressing against her bare belly. As I stepped back to end the “hug”, she held me by my waist, leaned forward to kiss me on my cheek and said, “Thanks for that.” She walked away with a charming smile that was I had by now realised to be characteristic of her.
I looked around to see if anyone noticed what was actually happening between us but no one seemed to take note. Everyone was high on spirits and engaged in their own fun. What a relief!
I did not really see Samantha again until Sunday evening that weekend when I was leaving for California. As I was driving I saw her walking slowly out of her parents’ home from which she moved just a year ago to go to Berkeley. She seemed lost. I stopped my car close to her. She turned to see me and gave a smile. She looked beautiful - just like Julia. She was in a bright blue top showing a tiny hint of cleavage and tight black pants hugging her hips.
I got down and asked her why was she looking troubled. She told me about her situation at college where she was having trouble with a certain subject and her professor who was supposed to help her that term won’t be able to do it.
“I won’t get the required grades and that means I will be failed,” she said, on the verge of crying. I put on my hand on her shoulder trying to console her. As if on cue, she immediately leaned forward, rested her head on my chest and sobbed softly. As I smelled her fragrant hair, she tightened her hug and gently pressed her soft breasts against my body. My penis was getting erect as memories of the dance flooded me.
“Oh, what will I do? I am fucked!” She cried a little louder this time. My thoughts were frozen due to the close physical contact that I was having. I did not realise when I said, “You want me to help you with that? You know, I majored in it.”
She moved her head back to look into my eyes without letting go of me and said, “You’d do that for me?” Her deep green eyes drowned me in them. I nodded and said, “Yes. We can start next weekend. What do you say?”
She squealed in glee like a child and covered my face with kisses, while thanking me. Her childlike behaviour reminded me of who she really was for me.
’Damn it, you bastard! She is Michelle’s friend. She is like your own little sister!’
’Damn it, you bastard! She is Michelle’s friend. She is like your own little sister!’
We parted ways, deciding to meet at her house in Berkeley on Friday evening. I was to stay at her home for the weekend since her roommate was not in town for the weekend which meant there was an extra room for me to use. I was unsure of the whole idea but I brushed it off convincing myself that ’it’s just Samantha - nothing wrong here’. Deep down, I wanted to go there and stay for the weekend. I wanted to be close to her, not just because she reminded me of Julia but also, and perhaps more so, because I was attracted to her physically. She had turned me on twice and I could not get her thoughts out of my head. I fought with myself, trying to take her out of my mind but I kept failing. I could not stop imagining how her naked body would look and feel like. She was tempting. She was irresistible.
Friday finally arrived. I drove to her place. As I stood outside the door, I took a deep breath hoping to be able to control my thoughts and focus on the task at hand. Her grades were important. Her future depended on it. I knocked and waited. Within a few moments, she opened the door. She looked stunning in a baby pink halter tank top which had a very low neck. Her big breasts made a deep sexy cleavage. She had paired the top with white hot pants. I figured that either she was dressed comfortably because she was home or she loved to show her skin.
“Thanks once again for coming, Mike. I owe you big time,” she said as she held me by my arm and gently pulled me in. I shut the door behind me as I followed her, staring at her ass. She suddenly stopped and turned around, catching me staring at her. I felt ashamed and blushed red. She giggled and asked in a feigned innocent voice, “What are you looking at, Mike?”
My embarrassment increased while I tried to mumble a reply but nothing came out of my mouth. She giggled again, “It’s OK. I know that after all, you are a man…” she patted my crotch as she said “…down here”.
Her bold talk and move embarrassed me even more. I tried to change the topic by saying, “Uh, let us start? We have a lot of work to do. Will you get your books, please?”
She giggled again, “Sure.” She turned around and walked towards her bedroom as she called out, “I know you wanted an excuse to stare at my ass again, Mike.” And stare at her ass I did! My hand moved to my crotch as I rubbed my dick through my pants without realising. I was getting uncomfortable as my dick was slowly rising up.
Samantha came out and caught me rubbing my dick. I quickly withdrew my hand but it was too late. She had seen me rubbing myself. She gave me a devilish smile, dropped the two books that she was carrying and slowly walked towards me. She fingered the top of her tank, slowly pulling it down to show more of her breasts as I stood transfixed drinking in this sight in front of me. She put her hand behind my neck and pulled my head down as she stood up on her toes and gave me a deep kiss on my mouth. Her soft lips pressed against mine. I was contemplating on how wrong this was but my body had great urges rising from within. My cock kept getting harder. I was stiff and was not returning her kiss with the same passion which she had until her tongue gently began pushing against my lips. I parted my lips slowly at first to let her tongue and then suddenly my carnal instincts took over.
I raised my hands to her soft ass and grabbed it to push her against me. I thrust my tongue into her wanting mouth and pressed her big soft breasts against my body. Our passion kept gushing out for a while until we both stopped for air.
She gazed at me with a longing that I never seen on her face and said, “You know, I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”
Puzzled, I asked, “Always?” My hands were still grabbing her ass while her hands were gently caressing my belly.
“Oh yeah, I have always had a crush on you, ever since I was a kid.”
I looked at her in disbelief. I had never imagined that little Samantha would have a crush on me.
“You never had a childhood crush like me?” she asked.
I could not tell her about Julia - certainly not at this point. I stammered for a reply. “Uh.. Nothing really,” was the lie that I could come up with.
She moved her hands to my belt and began undoing it.
“You are a lousy liar. I know how you always had eyes for my sister. It showed on your puppy face the way you looked at her.”
I blushed deeply at her words as Samantha went down on her knees and took down my pants with her. ’Damn it! She knew? That means even Julia knew! God! This is embarrassing.’
“Don’t worry,” she continued as she hooked her long fingers inside the waist band of my underwear. “I will give you what you never got from her.” She pulled down my underwear in one quick pull and my cock sprang free. It almost hit her in the face. She took it in her hand and slowly masssaged it. After a few gentle strokes, she looked into my eyes with those two emeralds and gave a soft kiss on the head of my cock. Whatever little inhibitions I had until then, I dropped them completely. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock into her mouth. She starting sucking my cock vigourously while holding it with one hand. Her second hand went to my balls as she caressed them slowly at first and then she was squeezing them with just the right amount of pressure that made me let out a deep groan.
Samantha seemed to know what she was doing. After a few minutes I could no longer contain myself. My eyes rolled up as I grabbed her head tightly and I started shooting one thick wad after another. The first one landed straight on her face while she swallowed the rest eagerly. I had never come so hard and so much before. After a long time, when my cock finally stopped spewing, she smiled mischievously at me with her come covered face and scooped the wad with her finger. She playfully sucked on her finger as she winked at me and started tugging my cock again. That drove me wild.
“You done already, big boy?” she grinned at me.
Being challenged for my masculinity was not something I would take easily. I pulled her up and picked her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around my waist and straddled me. I started wildly kissing and biting her neck leaving red marks all over her white skin as she moaned with pleasure. I walked to the couch spanking her playfully on her amply round and fleshy ass. She giggled and bit my ear. I dropped back on the couch . She was now on my lap biting me on my neck and shoulder. I took off her tank top and freed her breasts. And what a sight it was! Her breasts were big and perky with dark pink nipples. I took each breast in one hand and gently squeezed them. I rubbed my thumbs on her nipples and pinched them hard. She moaned softly. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled me down. I kissed all over her soft breasts and licked her nipples. I bit on them hard and this time she moaned loudly. I moved my hands under her arse, raised her on her knees and pulled down her pants, all the while continuing to work on her breasts. Unsurprisingly, she was not wearing any panties. I ran my hands all over her soft fleshy derriere and my finger found her butt crack. I traversed down the crack with my finger to reach her folds. I gently pushed my finger inside as she pulled my head back. Her head was tossed back and she was beginning to drown in pleasure.
I took off my shirt as she held my cock and found it hard again. She laughed and said, “You look horny. I didn’t expect you to be up so soon.” She held my cock in place and began lowering herself on it. She placed her hands on my bare chest and her vagina completely swallowed my cock. Her eyes were shut with pleasure. I grabbed her ass and began pumping her vagina by lowering my hips and hitting hard up against her. With each stroke, her grip on my chest hardening. I pulled her down and started biting her neck again while continuing to ram up inside her. Her moans had started giving way to grunts.
“Ah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me harder!” Each expletive she dealt me encouraged me to fuck her harder. I started ramming her hard until her expletives turned to loud screams of ecstasy. She seemed to have completely lost her senses to her pleasure as she orgasmed for a long time. When she stopped moving and started breathing heavily, I held her in my arms and spun her around so that she was lying on the couch and I was atop her. I pushed my cock back inside her and started pounding her again. She held the back of my neck with one hand and a shoulder with another and started matching my thrusts with her own. It did not take me any time more than the first time to find her sweet spot. This time, I was too horny to move slowly. I fucked her hard and fast.
“Oh, yeah! Right there, baby! Harder! Harder! HARDER!” Samantha shrieked with pleasure as her eyes rolled up in ecstasy and her nails dug sharply in the soft flesh of my back. In just a few minutes, we both reached another climax. I came in her as we both groaned like animals.
When our climax subsided, she rested her head on my chest and slowly doodled on my chest with her finger.
“Wow!” I blurted. “That was… good.”
“Hmmm”
“You really know how to get a man’s mind blown.”
She raised her head to look at me and asked, “Mindblown enough to make you forget about my sister forever?”
I got uncomfortable with her question. The sex with her was great, without a doubt. However, the only reason I found her alluring was because she reminded me of Julia.
She sensed my silence and said, “You still can’t get over her, do you? I think you are in love with her.” She giggled. I moved under her and she sensed my discomfort.
“It’s OK, honey. I can understand your infatuation for her. She means to you, what you mean to me, right?”
“I guess. Look, I am sorry. I can’t get her out of my mind. I don’t know if it is love or obsession or lust or infatuation. The truth is that she rules my mind.” Now, I was beginning to feel guilty about having used Samantha for pleasure.
“Oh my god! You really are crazy about her.”
She kissed me deeply and said, “See, babe? Didn’t I tell you? I told you!”
I looked at her with confusion and asked, “What are you talking about?”
She playfully slapped my chest and said, “Not you, you silly! Her!” I saw that she nodded in the direction behind my head. I pushed her off and turned behind to see.
’Julia!’
I stood dumbstruck when I saw her. There I was standing - naked in front of my childhood crush having admitted of my crush to her younger sister just after having sex with her.
I was embarrassed - ashamed, rather - to the core. My brain froze and I could not come up with any words in my mouth as Samantha sat on the couch laughing her guts out.
Julia stared at me without saying anything. I could not gauge her reaction. I had no clue of what would happen next.
To be continued…
