Chapter 7
A Little Help Please
Sam watched from her upstairs window as Freddie's 77 MGB pulled away and disappeared from view. She didn't like sending him away, or being rude, but she was in no mood to talk with him tonight. There was too much for her to think about; she needed to figure out why she had so easily put out for Shane.
Even more important, she needed to figure out why she felt zero guilt about her plunge into hedonism. Was screwing Shane her way of punishing Freddie for ditching her coronation in favor of the Comixcon nerd festival? She considered it but quickly abandoned that theory. She wasn't thinking about revenge when his cock was deep inside her; she was thinking about cock and how much she liked it. No, tonight's romp on the hood of her car was not about payback. It was about lust and the pleasures of all out fucking. "Holy shit," Sam thought, "what if I'm just basically a whore and didn't know it until tonight?" She considered this possibility for a few more seconds before deciding that it seemed to make sense. "I'm a whore….I crave cock. That's it….that's the explanation. I want to keep Freddie and I want to fuck other guys. I believe that qualifies as the definition of whore. Me….Sam Puckett…I'm a whore."
Sam shook her head as she considered the implications of whoredom. It was, however, too late for her to give serious contemplation to her situation. She had a more urgent concern; she was sticky and needed a shower.
Sam turned and walked towards the bathroom; discarding her clothes as she walked. She reached into the shower and turned the faucet to hot, waiting a few seconds for the cold water to be purged, before stepping beneath the stream of hot water.
"Oh God," she said to herself, "the worst part of it is that I'm still horny….I'd probably even fuck Gibby right now…..and I'd like it. This is worse than I thought." She closed her eyes as the water streamed down her face. She tried to think about something nonsexual; it didn't work. The tingle between her legs was growing more noticeable and demanded attention. "Well," She said to herself, "I probably should not have been so quick to send Freddie away…..now I'll have to take care of this myself…or I'll never get to sleep."
It was 6:00AM when Sam's feet hit the Tango Park jogging trail. Saturday morning was usually her favorite time to run, because the path was almost always devoid of other runners, and she enjoyed the cool early morning air. This morning was different; she had things on her mind which had to be worked out
She reached one conclusion rather quickly: she would not break up with Freddie. She saw no use in ending things with him. He was a good boyfriend, and even though she felt the urge to screw around from time to time, she was still a good girlfriend to him. No….. breaking up with Freddie was not an option.
Sam was in deep thought as she approached what amounted to a blind intersection. As she ran along the main trail, another runner was coming down from the mountain path. The intersection was obscured by a huge mound of earth. The collision which occurred was unavoidable.
Sam was knocked flat on her ass, while the other runner, a stout male, managed to remain on his feet. Sam's upper body hurt like hell and all she could do was sit there and wait for the pain to go away and her breathing to return to normal. The other runner, seeing that he had caused her injury, went immediately to her side.
"You stupid motherfucker," Sam yelled when she finally was able to breathe again.
"I'm so sorry," said a familiar voice. "What can I do…how can I help you?"
Sam looked up and shook her head in mild contempt. "Griffin…what the fuck are you doing out here?"
"Getting ready for wrestling season, it's not that far off."
Sam extended her hand. "Pull me up…..my ass is numb and my legs feel like rubber."
Griffin pulled Sam to her feet. Once erect, she noticed that she had trouble standing. "My ass is busted….or something…..I can hardly stand. You're going to have to carry me Griffin….it's the least you can do for crippling me."
"Sure….he said, I don't mind."
"Then pick me up and carry me to the parking lot."
Griffin scooped up Sam's 115 pound body with almost no effort. She felt good in his arms and the hand full of ass was well worth carrying her to the parking lot...or to wherever she wanted to go.
Being picked up seemed to make Sam feel better. Griffin's arms felt solid and his hand on her numb ass took away some of the sting.
"Griffin doesn't seem as dorky as he used to," she thought. "I wonder if he still collects those fucking Pee Wee Babies?"
Sam's muscular frame and tight ass was giving Griffin all sorts of ideas. "Man…I should have been after Sam all along….she beats that dumbass Carly by a mile. This might be a mistake...but I'm going to make a move."
"I'm really sorry for being so clumsy," Griffin said. "I wouldn't hurt this beautiful body of yours for the world."
"You… you think I'm beautiful?"
"Hell yea, I've never seen anybody like you. You could be a swimsuit model for any magazine."
"That's nice of you to say", Sam said. Then she did something unexpected. She kissed Griffin. It wasn't a very long kiss but it was very….aggressive.
"Did you like that?" she asked after pulling back.
"Very much," he answered.
Then Sam said something that made Griffin glad that he went on this early morning run. "Would you like to go someplace…..you know...where we can have some privacy?"
"Sure," he said, "but we don't have to go far….just to the parking lot."
Sam rested her head against his chest as he carried her about one hundred feet to the parking lot. There were very few cars there at this time of the morning and Sam tried to guess which vehicle he would take her to. That answer came when he started towards the far side of the lot and it's only automobile; a 1989 Chevy Van.
"You drive a van?" asked Sam.
"I sure do….it's my home away from home."
"I thought those went out with drive in theaters and mullets."
"I think you'll find my van very…..comfortable."
"I'm sure I will," Sam replied.
Freddie tried to go back to sleep, but he kept thinking about Sam, and how shitty she had treated him when he tried to apologize. He accepted blame for the trouble between them, but blame alone was worthless; he needed a way to fix things. He had to do something to get their relationship back to normal.
"Damn it!" Freddie said in frustration, as he pulled his pillow over his face. "I've got to make this up to her but I haven't a clue as to what I need to do." He closed his eyes just as his phone beeped; a message had just been received.
Thinking it was from Sam, he threw the pillow aside and started slapping the bed in search for his misplaced cell phone. After a few misses…his hand landed on the phone. His excitement fizzled when he saw the message was from Cat.
"Shit," Freddie said as he tossed his phone down and pulled the pillow back over his face.
"You know, were probably kind of stinky," Sam said as Griffin removed her panties.
"I think the scent is intoxicating….it's animalistic…..I can't wait to taste what's between your legs."
"Well, I warned you….so don't complain if things aren't too fresh down there."
After he had her naked, she laid back and watched him strip. The inside of his van was fully carpeted and the floor held a portable air mattress. This made the back of his van one big and fairly comfortable bed. It was clearly designed with one intent; it was a place to fuck.
"I can't believe it," Sam thought. "I'm about to fuck another guy besides Freddie…. and Shane's cum from last night is probably still inside me. I feel like such a slut….a dirty slut."
Griffin maneuvered between her legs. She could feel his cock against her thigh as it started to harden. He leaned down and sucked one of her pink nipples in to his mouth.
"ummm," moaned Sam in pleasure. Her tits were sensitive and the fact that Griffin was doing the sucking made it more enjoyable than usual.
"I need to lick you Sam… I've wanted to do it for a long time."
"Well, give it a try but if it's kind of funky down there just stop. Remember, I've been running this morning."
Griffin smiled as he slid down her firm midsection on his way to her treasure chest. Her pussy was about the way he expected; well groomed and well lubricated. Her puffy pink pussy lips welcomed his tongue as he tasted the fluid that had begun to collect at the entrance of her hot hole. She spread her legs and pushed her crotch into his mouth; a bold hint to get down to pussy eating business.
He licked and sucked on her lips a few more seconds before he moved to her clit. When he latched on to her hot spot, Sam became more energetic. "Suck it Griffin," she said softly as he worked her stiff nub between his lips.
"Oh my God," Griffin thought as he greedily slurped up Sam's juices. "I can't believe I'm sucking Sam's twat and that I'm about to fuck her brains out."
"Oh my God," Sam thought. "I can't believe Griffin's eating my pussy….and that I'm about to fuck his nuts off!"
Sam's body had transformed into a pure sex machine. She wanted fucked and didn't care that she was cheating on Freddie. Hell, she had forgotten about Freddie. Her only concern was her blazing hot pussy and Griffin's hard cock.
"I can't take it anymore….put your dick into me now."
Griffin stopped licking on her clit; the command to fuck had taken him by surprise.
"Come on," she said. "I need it now."
Without a word Griffin eased back up until his face was opposite hers and his cock was between her legs. She reached down with her right hand and grasped his rigid tool, and guided it home.
"Holy fuck!" Griffin said, as his cock slid into her tight hole.
Sam's eyes closed as slippery hole accepted his dick. "Fuck me Griffin….fuck me hard," she said.
Griffin began to move a little faster but his thrusts were not as forceful as Sam wanted. "I need on top," she said, as she rolled him onto his back.
Sam took over and started fucking Griffin. She leaned forward and began to violently hump his cock. The thrusting motion stimulated her clit at the same time as his cock did her pussy. The combination led to a very swift and sloppy orgasm.
"I'm coming Griffin…fuck me back."
It was hard for Griffin to move with Sam dominating the rhythm but he did as best as he could. After a few seconds Sam's orgasm started to subside and she slowed to a stop.
"Do you want back on top….so you can come?"
"Ugh, I think I already did that." He replied.
"Really, when?"
"About ten seconds after you got on top."
"Well, I'm glad you were able to stay hard long enough for me to get off….otherwise there would have been trouble."
"Yea, I think I'm starting to deflate."
Sam grinned and wiped the sweat from her forehead. "That was better than jogging," she said, lying down next to Griffin.
"And worth getting knocked on your ass?"
"Yes…that too."
Sam turned and looked at him. "Griffin is this going to be a one time thing or would you like to do it again?"
Griffin didn't hesitate. "I'd love to do it again but that's up to you."
"Well," she said, "let me explain things to you and then you can decide if you want to see me again or not."
"Fair enough," he said.
"I'm still dating Freddie. He's a good boyfriend and I don't want to lose him. So he can never know about what we do together. If you want to fuck again, no one can know. That means you keep your big guy mouth shut."
"No problem," Griffin said. "If it means getting more of that great pussy….I'll take this secret to my grave"
"That's what I want to hear," Sam said as she leaned over and gently bit his neck. "Now, help me put my clothes back on. I have to get home….I've got…. things to do."
Freddie came out of his bathroom rubbing his head with a towel. He didn't expect to see anyone when he looked up, so when he saw Tasha, he was legitimately surprised.
"Tasha!….how did you get in here?"
"Your mom let me in. I met her at the front door. She was leaving just as I arrived."
"So, what's the visit for?"
"I need your help."
"Yea, what sort of help."
"It's like this. Gibby wants me to do certain things and I really don't know how to do them. I thought I'd see if you could teach me what I need to know."
"Exactly what are you saying?"
"He wants me to….suck his ding-dong."
Freddie started laughing. He didn't know what was funnier; her saying ding-dong or imagining Gibby getting a blow job.
"I don't understand; how can I help with that?"
"Teach me….let me practice on you. It shouldn't take more than five or six lessons and I promise to try really hard."
"Holy shit," Freddie thought.
"So, will you do it? Will you let me suck your ding-dong?"
Freddie sat down at the end of his bed. Tasha wasn't the smartest girl he had ever met but she was definitely sexy. "Tasha," he said, "I just don't think it would be something Sam would go for."
