Floorshow!
Brooke was sneaking in to the office, intent on finding the latest file on her beloved glamazons by that blasted reporter and her soon to be stepsister, Sam McPhearson. Sam had been bragging all day about her newest article that would be coming out in tomorrow's Zaptruder. And even though Brooke had no evidence whatsoever that it would be about the glamazons, but come on!
"Two thirds of every piece of crap she writes is about us," the blonde woman exclaimed to the empty room. And the rest is all about me, she thought quietly. Deciding not to think too deeply about that, she started rummaging the papers strewn around Sam's desk. If she were honest with herself Brooke would say that the papers were neatly placed and the desktop almost worriedly clean. But this was a woman intent on finding more evidence that the reporter despised her and wanted to ruin Brooke's reputation, and the blonde would be the last person on the face of the planet to compliment Sam. Well, after Nicole of course.
Hearing a key turning in the keyhole Brooke started freaking out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she whispered under her breath while quietly panicking and looking around the room for places to hide. If she were found breaking in she would almost assuredly face a few days of expulsions and Brooke was damned if she were going to let the brown nosed reporter do that to her.
Hiding under the aforementioned reporters' desk (which was surprisingly deep) she chuckled quietly and thought herself clever. A few minutes into the future would show her quite ... correctly, but not so. Yelling would ensue much later on. Hearing the door close and the lock being turned Brooke started worrying. How long is Sam going to be in here, she thought to herself. I thought she already finished the article.
Meanwhile Sam came over and just stood by her desk, ruffling through her papers. Maybe she turned the lock by habit, maybe she's leaving soon, maybe I won't have to sit here for so long, the cheerleader thought to herself. And while the chair was being dragged out, sat in and pulled closer towards her person, she thought: and maybe the universe hates me and loves proving me wrong. Now what.. She could just sit there looking right at the jeans clad legs that were less than a feet away from her, waiting for the reporter to finish whatever she came in there to do.
"What the furk am I gonna do now," came from over the desk. Brooke just raised her eyebrows. Why, Sammy, I did not know that you cursed.
"I just need to get it out of my system, no matter what, this can not keep messing my day up any more. I mean, even Carmen noticed something was up, and that girl can be pretty clueless sometimes. Not like a certain cheerleader who shall remain nameless, but that is totally my own fault and I am more than eternally grateful for it. If she found out.. I do not even want to imagine the consequences of that. No, no imagining that. Just picture her tight outfit.. Aah, Sam, shut up and just do it already!"
Brooke's eyebrows almost vanished into her hairlines listening to the one-sided conversation going on over her gorgeous body. Wow, I knew you were crazy, she told herself. The next thing happening went by in slow motion, and would forever be imprinted on her brain, no matter how many concussions, memory losses and Alzheimer's that might come to be.
A hand came in her line of vision, being placed on top of the thighs. Close to ..you know, Brooke could not even form words at this point and could only stare, slack jawed and freaked out of her mind. Inching slowly upwards, the hand first unbuttoned the button then unzipped the zipper. Knowing what came next, but not able to form thoughts or even blink, her heart beating three times faster, Brooke saw the hand, Sam's hand, her right one, going under the jeans.
Moving her butt around to make space for her hand, the reporter moaned when her fingers came in contact with her throbbing center.
"Yess, this was just what the doctor prescribed," Sam moaned again. Brooke, her face aflame could do nothing but stare at the spectacle before her, happening less than a foot away from her.
This is not happening, I am dreaming, imagining, nightmaring this, this is not happening, not happening, her mind cried loudly within her. Feeling her body responding, reacting to the vision before her, the blonde cheerleader knew that her world would be forever changed from this moment. Because she was not supposed to be turned on by watching her nemesis, a girl nonetheless, touching herself. She had never been this turned on, this horny, not ever! Watching the hand moving more rapidly, Brooke almost moaned out loud. Wanting so much to reach out and reassuring herself that this was real, wanting to respond to her own body's need, Brooke had never felt as helpless in her seventeen year long existence. Wanting, needing, but being unable to do anything but stare, and listen to the moans coming louder and faster in perfect sync with the movements in the pants in front of her.
"Yess, yess, please, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, please", came groaning out and if possible, it made Brooke even more wet, hearing the beautiful, low and rasping voice of a turned on Sam so close to coming. I knew she would be a talker, her mind absentmindedly came up with.
Thinking that, and deciding that she was long past denying anything now (hell, the way her own body betrayed her, confirmed for her, showing her that she was, thank you very much, a lover of Sam's sexy voice) she thought to herself, I wonder if she is a screamer. Well, we'll soon find that out, won't we, her mind came up with next. And she would, she knew that. Had known it for quite some time now. But knowing it, and being shown it, were two very different states. Hell, different planets even!
Sam meanwhile, frantically trying to gain some release (what a sweet way of saying; come) and being wholly unaware of the girl of her recent wet dreams sitting under the table lustfully and unblinkingly staring right at her.
"Yes, so close, yes yes yes," Sam panted and feeling her throbbing centre, knowing she was sooo close, could feel it, feel her body working itself up to the state of release. And arching her back off the chair, her whole body trembling, Sam cried softly into the room and felt all the tension leaving her spent body. " Thank you, Goddess," she murmured and giggled while zipping her jeans up again.
Brooke, now a trembling mess after watching what would from now on for ever be called the floorshow of a lifetime!, could once again do nothing but stare as Sam got up (in addition to getting off) and leaving the room.
Hearing the key turn once again and the door closing, Brooke hastily pulled her training trousers off and started a repeat performance of what had so recently transpired. She could still faintly smell Sam's scent and it certainly didn't hinder Brooke in her own pursuit of happiness. No, on the contrary, but she did not spend so much time dwelling on that as she could feel her body trembling. And, crying softly in to the now empty room, Brooke came as hard as she ever had before, but then she had never been as turned on either.
Pulling up her trousers, and hitching herself up from the floor, her legs shaking as she held on to the desk for support. I have to get out of here and back to class before anyone realizes I have been missing, she thought and staggered out of the room, her mission completely forgotten. And why did I get so turned on by watching Sam...doing what she did? I think I have some thinking to do. Not that it came as a shock to her, for Brooke had recently been leaning towards the other side. But lusting after her housemate, that, that was new. Then again, all the fights between them should have been a sign that there was something more between them than merely hate. I mean, if I hated her I could so easily never argue with her and talk to her, because I may be a lot of things, but arguing for the sake of arguing is just plain stupid. Then again, that is what Sam and I have always done. I wonder why she does it?
And who was this cheerleader she talked about before..? And why did she talk about me? Of course its me, come on! Its certainly not MC, she scoffed. Could it be Nicole? They argue almost as much as we do. No, come on, Brooke, she is clearly not interested in Nicole, and even if she were Nicole would punch her lights in. Right, her mind weakly argued. And by that Brooke's day took a complete u turn.
She knew that Nicole "experimented" with her wild side as she called it, but would she go after Sam? And what would Sam do if she knew? Is this why she's always been single? Because she likes girls? But then, she never said anything about liking this cheerleader, only that aforementioned could not find out. About what? Fuck, her mind cried out! The article, it completely slipped my mind with all that happened. And I can't go back now, for here comes Sam right at me. Giggling out loud, Brooke tried to look completely innocent as Sam came towards her.
"Brooke, what the hell are you doing, standing here all alone and laughing at ..what?"
Flustered, Brooke felt her face go all red as she thought about "the incident". Quick, come up with something! Besides that, you dirty mind you!
"Ummm, I, it was, and then, you know...and it was funny," the cheerleader weakly explained. Right, this will certainly show her that something is up, she thought and mentally shook her head.
Sam meanwhile just stood there with that oh so cute smile and physically shook her head.
" Whatever Princess, let's get to class or Bio will have our hides. I wonder why she is teaching this class also, you'd think it was enough that she will be torturing us in one class, but now we have her practically every day, what is up with that. I mean, is the universe conspiring to make or break us, or is is the school board that wanted to give us an extra challenge, what do you think? I think it's the board, and if it is I will find something, you just trust me on that one, to use against them," the reporter rambled on while the pretty stepsister tried to keep up, and keep her eyes away from hands that insisted on telling the story in line with the pretty lips moving and distracting the heck out of Brooke.
"It's the Universe, Sam, trust me, it must be, otherwise we wouldn't be in this crazy scenario," she said out loud, talking about something completely different, something that transpired just a few minutes ago. It feels like a lifetime, because I have changed so much in such a short period. My world has turned upside down.
Sam is apparently gay, at least I think so. Well, I am, apparently, gay for Sam. Could she be gay for Nicole?