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The sound of a door closing pulls me out of my slumber, but I refuse to open my eyes just yet. As I cling to the last few moments of sleep, I blink slowly and rub at my face, trying to clear my vision.
I hear a faucet run briefly, and then I see Sam walking out of the bathroom at a sloth-like pace. Looking really close, I can barely make out the outline of Sam's limp penis moving against the material of her pajama pants as she walks towards the bed; at least, I think I can now that I know it's there.
Instead of going around me, Sam chooses to climb over me to get to her side of the bed. As her crotch area hovers over my face, my breath catches in my throat slightly and I squirm underneath her.
Once she gets all settled into bed again, I turn and face her. She stares into my eyes and I stare back, as if waiting for her to confess to me about her having boy parts when the Sam I know is a girl.
"Hey, cupcake," she breathes with her sleepy Sam voice. I shiver slightly, and her clear blue eyes stare at me, waiting for a reply.
"Good morning," I reply, blushing as she reaches out and brushes some hair out of my face tenderly.
"It's noon." She shifts herself a little bit towards me and takes me into one of her sweet Sam hugs that I only get when we're alone. I move towards her in the embrace and push my hips towards hers a little, to see if I can brush against her penis. Then she'll have to confess.
I hear – and more so feel – Sam release a low, guttural groan as I brush my knee against what I suppose was the head of her penis. There was barely any contact, so that thing must be ultra-sensitive or something.
"Watch it, cupcake," she mutters in my ear in a way that sends the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up straight and a shiver straight down my spine.
"Why?" I question with a small, victorious smile.
"I have some bruises on my thigh, and they're real bitches," she responds, and at once the victory is rescinded from my face.
"Oh," I say and fall silent, contemplating my next move.
"Carly," Sam moans into my ear in a husky voice and immediately I snap to attention.
"Yeah?" I respond, doing a mental check-list of all my body parts to see if I accidentally touched, squeezed, or grazed something, but to my knowledge I didn't.
"I'm hungry."
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After slaving over a hot toaster and microwave to feed Sam, we sit on the couch watching Girly Cow reruns. I can't seem to think of a single way to get her to admit, confess, or even mention her boy part.
I've tried talking about boys, talking about anatomy, and even talking about cannibalism, but nothing seems to work. Honestly, how can I get Sam to bring it up?
Suddenly, an idea forms in my head; it's crude, but it just might work. I search my mind for the numeric code of Spencer's 'special' channel, and without warning I switch it on.
"Oh, Ashley!" an ample-busted woman in a bikini and her similarly clad friend ran down the shore of a beach chasing a golden retriever puppy holding a stick.
"Yeah, Jennifer?" the one who looked like a tall Megan Fox replied.
"Isn't it great being hot and having big tits?" she asked her friend, her blonde hair flowing behind her gracefully as they went along.
"It sure is! Whoops, dropped something!" she exclaimed, then bent down really slow to pick up what appeared to be nothing as the camera zoomed in on her ass.
The look on Sam's face is priceless once she realizes what I've put on the television, and when she turns to look at me, I look away from her and stare straight at the images playing across the screen.
"Carly, what's the chiz?" she asks, looking a bit ruffled at the display of booty on the screen.
I shrug and set the remote down next to me. "I kinda like this channel," I lie semi-nonchalantly, and semi-typical Carly-trying-to-lie-ishly – which in case you don't know, is a synonym for 'terribly.'
Sam mouths a silent 'oh,' and turns her head back to the screen, looking nervous. Every so often, she shifts her legs slightly, and I smirk when I see an ever-so-slight bulge in her pajama pants forming.
That brought it up alright.
She reaches for one of the couch cushions and puts it over her crotch area slowly, probably trying to avoid attracting my attention; too bad, she's got it. I see a pink blush forming on her cheeks and spreading all the way from her neck to her ears.
"Can we watch something else?" Sam all but croaks out, and I can tell her throat is dry just by the way she keeps swallowing.
"Like what?" I ask, turning my head to look at her and smiling.
"Anything," she replies quickly, and I see that she's pinching herself, but I can't figure out why. Maybe she's trying to focus on the pain instead of the sexy girls on the show?
"But, I like this," I say, pouting a little and Sam seems to be going through very much dismay.
"I'll be right back," she says, standing from the couch.
"Stay," I command, grabbing her hand.
"I have to pee,"
"Don't you mean 'penis?'"
"Come again?" she questions, looking incredulous, but underneath there are tones of nervousness and worry tinting her face.
"Sam," I say, looking my best friend in the eyes. "I know you have a penis,"
"What? How?" I can see her entering into a more-than-slight panic.
I fold my hands on my lap and bite my lip. "Because, I woke up early today to you poking me in the back," I say, doing my best not to blush at the memory.
"Then how come I didn't wake up with an erection? I had none at all when I got up. That doesn't make any sense," she looks at me suspiciously.
"Well," I can no longer fight the blush, and I rub the back of my neck in embarrassment as Sam's gaze is fixed onto me. "I handled it,"
"Handled it?" she questions slowly, and I can tell she's trying not to flip out.
"Um. I kinda gave you a 'hand job,'" I mumble, making the hand motion that went along with the task I had performed, grinning nervously.
"Wait," Sam holds both of her hands out in front of her as if to stop me in my imaginary tracks, and she's squinting at me with her head cocked. Heh, cocked. "Let me see if I've got this straight: you discover that I – your best friend – have a penis, so your first instinct is to reach into my pants and grab it; and jerk me off, no less?"
"Er, well, if you say it like that!" I protest as a blush covers my entire face making me appear almost sunburned.
"I was wondering why it smelled fruity, like that lotion you have," Sam mutters as she flops back down onto the couch next to me. I can't help but allow my eyes to wander to her crotch and the bulge that resides there.
When I look up, Sam's eyes are fixated on me and she has a single eyebrow raised in question. Dang, looks like I've been caught.
"Are you freaked out?" she asks, in a softer voice than I had expected.
"No, I like it," I reply, biting on my lower lip and contemplating whether I should ask her if I could play with it, just for a little.
She nods and says nothing, and her eyes drift back to the screen, watching the two women having pillow fight while scantily clad.
"Are you freaked out?" I ask her, nervous that she might not want to sleep in the same room as me anymore.
"No," she says, lazily running a finger over the top of her bulge as she watches the brunette - but mostly her ass - get a thirty second close-up. "Why'd you do it?" she seems to question out of nowhere.
I don't quite know how to answer that question without making myself seem like a pervert, but I figure, why the hell not? "It was really tempting, just poking out of your pajama bottoms. It's kinda hard to resist not touching it, in a way."
Sam's eyes nearly bugged out of her head at my words. "I don't even wanna know what that means," she mumbles and gives me a sideways glance.
"It's just so firm and unyielding and it feels really nice to stroke –"
"Whoa, whoa, stop!" she covers her ears and I can see that her bulge has grown quite a bit in size within the last few moments.
"Why?" I ask, although I know very well the reason why.
She mumbled something quiet and indecipherable under her breath and trained her vision back to the television screen as her face flushed pink.
"I didn't hear you, Sam." I grin as she shifts uncomfortably in her seat.
"I said, because you're making me hard," she nearly croaked out, biting her lower lip and refusing to look at me.
"Does that mean you wanna do me or something?" I ask, scooting a little closer to her, which causes her to become visibly unsettled.
"No, it means you're filling my head with shit," Sam replies, slightly annoyed and I grin.
"It's not my fault you have a pretty penis," I retort with a shrug and change the channel back to Girly Cow.