August 7:

"Sam...yes...," she sighed, as I, for the first time ever, pulled off her pajama pants, leaving her in only her underwear, the white silk ones that I love...and she knows it...which is why they're the only kind she wears anymore. She sees me sneaking peeks when she gets dressed and smiles, slyly, while I lose my mind.

I heard a low moan as I ran my hands over her backside.

"Carls...are you okay?"

"Yes," she whispered.

"If you want me to stop, just say st..." she silenced me with her lips.

I rolled her over, pinning her under me.

With my head on her chest, listening to her heart pounding, I finally did what I had been aching to do for such a long time: I slid my hand down between her legs, and lightly traced a finger up and down crotch of her underwear.

She was soaked.

I heard her exhale, raggedly, as I gently pressed two fingers against the wet silk, against her, and began to slowly stroke up and down. Her head tilted back, as her arms wrapped tightly around my neck, and she began to rock back and forth against my hand. "Oh...oh...yes..."

"That's it, Cupcake...that's it...this is gonna feel so good..."

"It already...does...oh, Sam..." she whimpered.

I pressed my fingers closer, feeling them sink between her outer lips, and then, found what I was looking for.

"Oh yes, oh please..."

I increased the speed...and she did too. Her mouth was near my ear, and I could hear her breathing begin to grow ragged and uneven.

"Oh...oh...yes..."

Then, suddenly, she stopped. "Sam?"

I stopped moving my hand, giving her a minute to catch her breath.

She kissed her way up my neck, then leaned up and breathed in my ear "Sam?"

I looked at her. "Carls?"

"Y-yes."

"Yes?"

She wrapped her arms around me, and I felt her shaking, as she said, "Yes."

I pulled back and looked at her again. "Are you sure?"

She nodded.

I opened the nightstand's bottom drawer.

As I began to pull down her underwear, she put her hand over mine, and sat up. When I saw how long she hesitated, I knew what was coming, and waited patiently. (Take your time, baby, take all the time you need.)

Finally, she bit her lower lip and said, "Sam...there's something I need to tell you."

I put my arms around her and whispered, "You don't have to tell me, Carls...I know."

"But you have no idea what I'm going to..."

I pulled back and looked directly into her eyes. "Yes, I do. I know."

She hung her head, and refused to look at me

I took her in my arms, and rubbed her back. "It's okay."

She shook her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Carls, I promise, it's okay."

"No it's not...it's pathetic...I'm twenty-two!"

I pulled back, and looked into her eyes. "And...uh...and you're in good company."

"What? No!"

I nodded.

After a very long moment, she put her head on my shoulder, and asked, in a small voice, "Will you go first?"

CARLY:

After Sam agreed to go first, I temporarily forgot my nervousness...sort of...

When I came back from the bathroom, I saw her looking at the folded towel in my hands.

"White?"

"Well...I thought that...afterward...we could...you know...hang it on the wall."

"Huh?"

"Haven't you ever heard of 'period art'?"

"That's not funny...or even accurate..."

"Lift your hips..."

While I was in the bathroom, she had plugged it in.

I was so scared. I didn't want to tear anything, or to hurt her in any way, and was prepared to spend as long as necessary on foreplay...waiting until I was absolutely sure she was ready.

I didn't have to wait very long.

Sliding my hand between her legs, I immediately felt how incredibly wet she was. It had seeped through both her boxers and her pajama pants, and had started to spread down the insides of her upper thighs.

She knew what I was thinking, and looked embarrassed, but I smiled and shook my head, while moving my fingers lightly against her. "No...do you know what a compliment this is?"

She's so cute when she blushes.

I finished undressing her, and then leaned over, and looked into her eyes. "I'm going to be really careful...okay?"

She looked so scared, but she nodded.

I picked up the vibrator and held it for a long time. Then I reached over and placed her hand on top of mine. She covered both our hands with her other one.

"Carls?"

"Yes?"

"D-don't turn it on yet...okay?"

"I won't...I promise."

"I...I'm...not scared..."

"I know you're not," I said gently. "And there's no hurry...whenever you're ready..."

And, moments later, she had moved it down, between her legs.

I had never done anything like this before, and, as I positioned the head of it against her, I prayed that it was angled correctly.

"Carls...I...I..."

"I know, Sam...I love you too."

She was shaking.

I lay my hand against her cheek. "Shh...don't worry. Only a couple of minutes...and then everything will be fine..."

She nodded, and then lay back, and looked up at the ceiling.

I experienced The Most Incredibly Powerful Feeling of My Life, as I slowly pushed and twisted, watching as it gradually disappeared inside her.

I was concerned at the noises she was making, so I stopped for a moment and asked, gently, "Am I hurting you?"

Eyes closed, she shook her head...but I could tell that she wasn't being completely honest.

"Do you want me to stop...I don't mind if we st..."

"No...please...I want you to..."

It was going into her so slowly that I wondered if we should have bought lube, but, once I had finally pushed it in as far as I could, it slid in and out without too much difficulty, because of how wet she was.

After a few gentle thrusts, I pulled it out for a moment, and checked it carefully, to see if she was bleeding, and was relieved to see that she wasn't. Then I slowly pushed it back inside her, and I heard her exhale deeply. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and, as I pushed the exposed end of it forward, wrapping it up, around her clitoris, and pressing it firmly against her, she moaned.

"Are you okay?"

She looked scared, but she nodded.

"Are you sure?"

"Y-yes. G-go ahead..."

Reaching down between her legs with my other hand, I found the knob mechanism, located halfway along the cord, and turned it on.

To 'high'.

I felt her hands grab onto my shoulders. Then I leaned over her, and simply said, "Look at me."

We looked into each others' eyes the entire time.

During the next few minutes, incredible ones which I will never, ever forget, I watched as my Sam, for the first time in her life, willingly opened up to me...completely...letting me witness her entire spectrum of feelings, her face revealing secret worlds from deep inside her, voluntarily brought to the surface...amazing things, that she had always kept just out of my reach...hidden behind her eyes.

Until now.

My face inches from hers, I stared, awed, at this unfamiliar, yet fascinating landscape of emotions, as she lay bare her innermost self. I never wanted to stop looking, exploring, experiencing what she was so willingly giving to me...sharing with me, until...suddenly, she began to tense up, and I knew that she was slowly turning back inside herself, and that I was going to have to knock...again...another day. But I wasn't upset...I was about to see her surrender to me in another way. I was about to help her orgasm.

"Carly..."

"That's it..."

"I-I'm going to..."

"Yes...you are."

"Carly...I don't know if..."

"You can...and I want you to..."

"Help me...I'm so..."

"You're so beautiful!"

"But...I...I'm going to..."

"You're going to be fine."

"I'm going to...

Yes, Sam...you are."

"Carly!"

"Right now."

"Carly...please!"

"Now."

"Carly! I..."

"Now!"

"Car...uh...uhh...Uhh...UHH...UUUHHH!"

"That's it...that's it..." I held on to her as tightly as I could, feeling her body lurching violently, its tremors shooting through her, through me, then through the bed, and down through the floor.

"I...love...you so...much!" she gasped, her shaking hands gripping my shoulders.

"I know, I know you do..."

I had never realized that an orgasm could last so long, but she kept riding it out, her head thrown back...until, finally, she went limp in my arms.

I laid her back onto the bed, kissing her over and over. "You were wonderful."

I carefully removed the vibrator from inside her, then I looked down at her as she lay, having minor convulsions, trying to regain control over her breathing. "Oh, God...oh my God..."

I hugged her to my chest, and kissed her forehead. "How was it?"

"I've never..."

"Never?"

"...not like that!"

"I'm so glad."

"Thank you...so much."

"No, Sam...thank you."

"For what?"

I gazed into her eyes, and a long look of understanding passed between us.

SAM:

I've always used tampons. Carly hasn't. Ever. So I knew that from lack of experience, and from not being used to putting, or having, anything inside her, that she was going to be extremely nervous, and that this wasn't going to be easy...for either of us.

Reaching over, I took the wet vibrator from her hand, and started to get up from the bed, but she grabbed my wrist.

"Where are you going?"

"To wash this..."

She pulled me back down onto the bed and whispered, "Please don't. I want your cum inside me."

"Over here, Carls," I said, moving her onto the folded towel. She was so tense. I gently ran my hands up and down the front of her thighs, trying to relax her.

"Are...are you going to take off my panties?"

Arrgh...that word!

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes," she breathed.

I did. My God, she was so wet.

"Are you ready?"

She nodded, biting her lip, as I carefully positioned it against her.

"Try to relax..."

"Sam...I'm n-not...scared..."

"I know...we'll go really slow...okay?"

Even though it was extremely slippery from her using it on me, and she was soaked, I couldn't even get the tip of it into her...she was so tight. I bent her knees, then had her spread her legs as far as she could, and tried again...but it still wasn't going in...now what?

"Sam?"

I looked up. "Carls?"

"G-go ahead."

"I don't know..."

"It's okay."

"You know I love you..."

"Yes."

"So we don't have to if..."

"Please."

"But..."

"Please, Sam." It was not a question.

I hated knowing that I was about to hurt her, but I also realized that it was best just to get it over with.

Quickly.

I wrapped my other arm around her lower back, and then pressed the head carefully against her, hoping it was angled correctly. Then, with tears stinging the corners of my eyes, I leaned over her and braced myself, and then I pushed once, hard, forcing it deep inside her. After one jagged gasp of pain, she started to cry, and closed her legs around my hand.

"It's okay, baby, that was the hard part. We can finish some other time." I slid my free hand between her knees.

"Sam, No!" She was shaking so hard.

"Come on, just let me..."

"No! Don't!"

I tried to blink back my tears, not let her see that I was crying for the pain I'd just caused her. "It's okay...I won't make anything hurt anymore...I promise. Just let me see..."

Still sobbing, she shook her head. "No!"

"I promise. It's okay...come on..."

"But..."

"Come on..."

"But..."

"I love you so much..."

"I know..."

"...come on..."

"Sam...I..."

"...come on..."

Finally she let me open her legs.

She was bleeding. As I gently pulled it out of her, she gasped.

"I'm so sorry...it's okay...no more tonight, baby...I promise."

She grabbed my wrist. "Sam!"

"It's okay...you can let go of me...I promise, no more..."

But then she was pulling it back between her legs...

"Carls, no!"

...and pressing it against herself.

"No...not tonight..."

"Please, Sam!"

"But..."

"I don't want to wait anymore..."

"But..."

"I can't wait anymore!"

"But...you're..."

"Please! I want to...so badly...ever since three weeks ago! Since then...I haven't been able to...to..."

It was true...we hadn't attempted to do anything serious again...since that night...and we had both been carrying around all that frustration ever since. I knew how badly she needed this, and wanted release for her, just as desperately as she did. But, still... "Carls...I..."

"Please." It was not a question.

I was as gentle as I could be while I re-inserted it, but it went in with difficulty, and from the expression on her face, I could tell it was hurting her.

"Carls," I began, but she put her fingers against my lips.

"Just...you know...help me..."

I turned it on to 'high', and began moving it, slowly, rhythmically, in and out of her, not stopping, trying to get her to peak, but after several minutes I could tell she was getting really sore and, eventually, both of us realized that it just wasn't working...that she wasn't going to be able to orgasm. Finally, I gave up trying, and turned it off.

She looked devastated. "Sam...I can't..."

"Shh..."

"...why?"

"Shh...don't worry...I promise we'll get there..."

"Sam, what's wrong with me?" She looked so upset...I knew she was about to cry.

"It's okay...we'll just..."

"But I can't...why can't I?"

"You will..."

"No! I try so hard...but I just..."

"There's nothing wrong with you...I promise..."

"She was crying. Then...why?"

"Shh...we're just going to try another way...okay?"

"Sam...I..."

"Okay? Please let me..."

"I..."

"Please?"

She nodded.

I carefully pulled it out, and then, gently moving her outer lips apart, I laid it, lengthwise, between them, pushing it close to her, and pressing the tip directly against her clitoris...and then I turned it back on.

To 'high'.

That did it.

"Oh...Sam..."

"Is that better?"

"Oh...ah...yes..." She was moving slowly, her body relaxed, against me.

"I'm right here with you...and whatever happens is okay."

"I...uh...oh..."

"That's it...nice and easy...take your time..."

"Sam...I..."

"I know, Carls...I love you, too."

It seemed to be so much different for her than it had been with me. From the way her hands lay limply against my back, I could tell that this was more of a gradual, gentle build-up, and I was relieved to see that she was enjoying it.

"Ahh...yes..."

"That's it...you're doing so well..."

"Sam...oh...it's...it's..."

"I know it is...just take your time..."

After a few minutes I felt her slowly begin to tense up.

"Sam...oh..."

"That's it...just go wherever it takes you..."

Then her breath became uneven, and I knew she was slowly starting to climb.

"Sam..."

"I'm right here..."

"Oh..."

"Keep going..."

"Oh...I'm..."

"Don't be afraid...it's going to be so good..."

"No...no...it's..."

"I know it is..."

"No! Sam! Oh..God...No!"

"Shh...you're going to be okay..."

"Oh, Sam...I'm so sca..."

"I'm right here, and I've got you..."

"But it's so...so..."

"Intense...I know it is...I was just there...don't worry...it's not going to hurt..."

"I can't..."

"Yes you can...just give in and let it take you..."

"Sam, please!"

"You're so close!"

"I'm so scared!"

"You're fine...keep going...it's so worth it..."

"I can't...I'm..."

"Stop trying to hold back..."

"Please, no..."

"You know you want to..."

"Oh, God..."

"We both know you need this..."

"I can't! Please don't make me!" (I looked down at her hands, which were covering mine, but saw that she wasn't trying to push me away).

"...badly."

She was sobbing. "Sam, please don't!"

"Shh...afterward you're going to be so glad you did..."

"I can't!"

"You'll be fine...it's those three weeks of frustration trying to push their way out...let go of them..."

"Sam...please...make it stop!" (I would have, but she wasn't trying to move away from it.)

"You have to let go...and let it take over..."

"No...please..."

"Don't be scared...I'm right here...I won't let anything happen to you."

"...please...help me!"

"You know how frustrated you've been?"

"Y-yes?"

"Do you want that to stop?"

"Yes!"

"Then let go of it. It's trying to leave but you won't let it."

"I can't!"

"Yes you can...just open up, and let it leave."

"Ohhh..."

"That's it...just let go..."

"I can't!"

"Stop trying so hard, and just let go."

"I don't know how!"

"Just let go for a minute...then it'll all be gone."

"Sam!"

"I'm right here with you while you do."

"...oh...Oh...OH..."

"That's it...almost...just lean back...and just let it happen."

"Oh...oh...please!"

"You can...you're almost there."

"Sa...Sa...SAM!"

"You're right there...just Let It Go."

"OH...OH...SAAAAAAM!...UUUHHH...AAAHHH!"

I held onto her tightly while she flailed and screamed...praying that Spencer wouldn't burst through the door to see who was murdering his little sister.

It seemed to go on forever, and I winced as her heel slammed into my shin...but I'm used to bruises. Her hands were everywhere: in my hair, grabbing the sheets, frantically clutching at the empty air around her.

Finally...she collapsed onto the bed.

I turned it off, and set it aside; and then I put my arms around her.

"Oh, God, Sam..."

"Shh...it's okay."

Suddenly she began to tense up. "Oh, no..."

"...and you're okay..."

"But...I..."

"Shh...just relax."

"No...I can't...I didn't!"

"Shh..."

"Sam...I...Oh My God!"

I pulled away and looked at her. "Are-are you alright?" I asked...but she wasn't looking at me...she had one hand between her legs...and she looked shocked.

"Oh God, Sam...I...I think I peed a little!"

I did my best not to laugh. "It's fine."

"No it's not...it's embarrassing!"

I smiled at her, then picked up the vibrator, and looked at it. "Wow, now I know why this thing is called 'The Jackhammer'! Don't move...I'll be right back."

I brought back another folded towel from the bathroom. In dark blue. "Here, lie on this, and I'll take the other one...and here's a washcloth."

When I got back into bed a few minutes later, she seemed to be more relaxed.

I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "I'm so sorry...I know I hurt you."

"No, I needed that...thank you for helping me to...Oh, God...I'm so embar..."

"Carls, it was the first time...have you ever used one of those before?"

"No."

"So...next time it'll be a lot easier...you'll know what to expect."

"I'm sorry, Sam. I was..."

"You were incredibly stressed. And now, that's gone."

"Sam...I love you."

"I love you, too, Cupcake. Close your eyes..."

I HATE ALARM CLOCKS!

"UUGGHH!" I sat up, but a hand on my arm immediately pulled me off balance, and I landed back on the bed, looking down into her gorgeous brown eyes.

"I wish you didn't have to go."

"I know. I hate day shifts...especially on only four hours of sleep."

She looked hurt. "Are you saying you regretted last night? That you'd rather have slept?"

"How can you even ask me that? Thanks to you, I'm no longer the World's Oldest Virgin!"

She smiled, and then I felt her lips on my neck. "Sam...stay here with me today...we could pick up where we left off..."

"Sorry Cupcake, but I have to go to...hey, suck that lower lip back in! Don't worry...we'll have all evening to spend together."

"I know. Remember the 'Everything Tastes Better with Bacon' event, at Le Palais, that we wanted to go to? I got us reservations, for six, tonight."

"Yay...but why so early? You usually like to have dinner later in the evening."

"I...uh...wanted to get dinner out of the way, because...afterward...I have big plans for you!"

Who knew that such an innocent face was capable of shooting me such a devious look?

"Uh-oh...so soon, Carls?"

I felt her grab my butt. With both hands. "You'd better believe it!"

"Uh...well...if you insist..."

She smiled, and then glanced at the clock. "You need to take a shower...but first I'm going to use the bathroom." She got up.

"Carls, do you think you could pick up my gray sweater at the dry cl...oh my God, you're bleeding!"

"Well, I expected to, after..."

Then she felt it, and looked down...and saw the amount of blood that was leaking out of her. "Oh, God!"

I shoved the towel over at her, and she put it between her legs, and hurried to the bathroom.

When she didn't return after a few minutes, I walked to the door and asked "Are you okay in there?"

"Sam...I need panties!"

I was too scared to even flinch when she said it.

As I brought her underwear into the bathroom, I saw her cleaning herself with a dark washcloth, and I noticed that she had taken her package of super maxi pads from the bottom drawer of the bathroom cabinet. She looked embarrassed, but much less worried.

"I'm calling out of work, and taking you straight to the doctor."

"No, I'm fine."

"But, Carls..."

"I...just got my period."

"What? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

"But, how do you know?"

"I'm starting to get cramps...that happens every month."

"You're absolutely sure that's what it is?"

"Yes...I got my period...four or five days early."

"Wow, Carls... that must have been some orgasm!"

I wasn't easy to concentrate on work...since my mind was so full of last night; but I tried to focus on finishing, so I could get out of there...and get to dinner...and to Carly.

I looked at the clock...only forty minutes more. But then...

"Bucket! Get za hell over here!"

Oh, no.

I hated making the phone call...especially when I heard how excited she sounded when she answered. "I can't wait to see you! Guess what? I was just at the dry cleaners for your sweater...and they managed to get all the barbecue sauce stains out of..."

"Uh, Carls...I have some bad news."

"What's wrong?"

"We picked up a late banquet...and JackGoff is making me stay."

"What? Why?"

"We need two hundred French pastries, for this evening."

"But...isn't that guy Chris your pastry cook?"

"Yes, but 'you-know-who' insisted that I do it."

"Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"I just found out about it."

"Well...I guess I could call the restaurant, and try to get a later reservation."

"Uh...that's not the end of it."

"What do you mean?"

"Then I have to do the ordering for the weekend."

"But I thought you said JackGoff does that himself."

"Yeah...but told me he has plans for this evening."

I could hear the fury creeping into her voice, as she asked, "Well then...why didn't he let you know in advance...rather than dumping all of this on you at the last minute?"

"Look, Carls, I'm really sorry. Why don't you meet me here around ten...and we'll go out for pizza...Marioni's stays open late."