Oh no.

Oh, God, no.

Not again.

Not tonight!

Oh, God!

My sobs woke her up.

Without opening her eyes, she inched her way across to where I lay and murmured, "Carls? What's going on?"

"Sam...it's...it's-"

Eyes still closed, she pulled me close to her and mumbled into my neck, "Mama's here, Baby. Tell me, what is it?"

"I f-feel...awful!"

Immediately, her eyes snapped wide open. "Wh-what's wrong?" she asked in alarm as her hand flew to my forehead. "You don't feel like you have a fev-"

"N-no, it's not that," I gasped, "...it's r-really h-horrible cramps!"

Immediately, she sat bolt upright; and as soon as she let go of me, I curled into a ball...

...with my arms folded tightly across my badly-aching stomach.

"What? You do?" she asked.

Nodding, I closed my eyes...

...as I tried - and failed - to will away the sensation of being viciously kicked - repeatedly and hard - in my lower abdomen.

Sam was silent for a moment. "Do you want me to get you some Advil?"

I shook my head. "No. I've tried using it in the past...but it doesn't help...nothing does!" I moaned, as my body suddenly curled up more tightly...in an involuntary response to the rapidly-intensifying pulsating spasms of pain.

Sam reached over and put a hand on my shoulder. "Come on; lie flat on your back for me, and let me rub your stom-"

Pushing her hand away, I sobbed, "I c-can't! Oh God, it hurts so bad!"

I opened my tear-blurred eyes to see her looking down at me with concern. "Carls, I know you said you get cramps...but not like this."

"I don't get them every month," I whimpered, "but when I do...it hur-ur-urts!"

Her hand moved upward, and she began stroking my hair. "Carls, are you sure they're normal period cramps?" she asked, adding, after a moment's hesitation, "Do you think that maybe it could be...something else?"

Rocking back and forth on my left side in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain, I gasped, "L-like w-what?"

She leaned down and pushed my hair off my face. "I'm not sure," she said slowly. "But maybe you should...get it checked out."

My jaw dropped. "You d-don't m-mean...?"

She nodded. "Yes, Cupcake. I think you might need to see the gynecologist."

Fighting back the urge to bawl, from agony and from fear, I gasped, "No! N-ot that!"

She reached for my hand. "Shh. It's not as bad as it sounds."

"I don't want to!" I insisted.

"What's the big deal?"

"Look who's talking! You've never been either!" I reminded her.

"Well, no," she admitted, "but..."

"I'm not going! I don't need to! I'll be fine!" I said belligerently...

...while lying blatantly.

Sam shook her head. "Look, for you to be in this much pain isn't normal. I'm sorry, Cupcake, but I have to insist. First thing in the morning, I'm going to call and make you an appoint-"

"No!" I yelled, immediately trying to convince her that I wasn't really suffering...

...by stretching out flat...

...despite how horrendously it hurt.

Less than five seconds later, I was curled up again...sobbing.

Reaching down and laying a hand on my cheek, she asked, "Why are you fighting me on this?"

"I...just don't want to," I repeated.

"Are you...are you scared?" she asked.

"I just don't want to!" I shouted.

"I know you're afraid, Carls. I can read you like a book."

I didn't answer.

I was too busy praying for relief.

It didn't come.

Sam reached over and patted my shoulder. "Don't worry about anything; I'm going to go into the doctor's office with you. Mama will be right there, standing right next to the examination table, holding your hand through the entire-"

I didn't even hear the rest of the sentence...

...because I was too distracted by all of the horrifying visuals that began forming in my head...

...but as vivid as they were, they did nothing to take my mind off my gut-wrenching pain...which actually seemed to intensify with each new, terrifying thought.

And so, even though I knew she was right, and that I should see a doctor...

...fear won out completely. "No! Don't make me go there! I don't want to!" I yowled.

Sam immediately leaned down and tried to put her arms around me but (while still in the fetal position), I rolled away from her and over onto my right side.

Without hesitation, she crawled to where I was lying; and taking hold of my shoulder, she turned me back to face her and; as I lay on my back, she reached down to my stomach and placed her hands over mine.

She took a deep breath. "Carls, there are some things every girl is entitled to, and one of them is to not have to face the gynecologist - all by herself - on her very first vis-"

"No! I won't! There's no way!" I answered stubbornly through gritted teeth.

"Yes, Carls. You're going," she stated flatly...

...and at that moment, something in her voice scared me senseless.

Her mind was made up; and I knew that, no matter how determinedly I resisted, she was going to make me go.

Soon.

And I realized that it was time to negotiate.

Hard.

I took my hands off my badly aching stomach and grabbed onto both of hers...tightly. "Sam...if I feel better in the morning, then can I not go? Sometimes my cramps don't last long at all." (For the record, I sometimes have them for nearly a full day...but I wasn't about to admit it at the moment.)

Total Silence.

She was thinking it over.

"Sam...Please!" I begged.

"I...don't...know," she said slowly.

"I'll be okay...honest! I just need a little...ow!...time!"

She stared down at me...

...highly skeptical...

...as I hastily wrapped my arms around my midsection again, and doubled up as tightly as I could...

...trying my hardest to ignore the stabbing pains that were currently lacerating my insides.

A moment later, she opened her mouth to argue again...

...but closed it again when she saw the way I was looking up at her...

...silently pleading.

She hesitated for a long moment and then said, "Well, we'll see. And right now...let's see if there's anything we can do to get rid of them, okay?"

Desperate for relief, I nodded without hesitation.

"Will you let me help you?" she asked.

"Y-yes."

"Okay. Come here," she said, reaching down for me.

"But...but-" I began to protest.

"Shh" Sam said.

"But I don't..." I continued.

She shook her head...

...and in response to a particularly sharp stabbing ache, I obediently wrapped my arms around her neck as she reached down; and then, putting one hand on my shoulder and the other on my knees, she slowly began to uncurl my body.

"OW! No! I can't!" I yelled, sitting up immediately...although that also hurt; but done out of desperation to do anything to avoid stretching out flat...which I was completely incapable of at the moment.

The moment I had leaned forward, Sam put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me down onto my back...

...as I immediately pulled my knees up to my chest...tightly. "What are you doing?" I asked, despite knowing full well what she had in mind.

"Stretch your legs out," she directed.

"I can't!" I wailed.

"Yes I can if I try," she replied encouragingly, putting one hand on my upper chest and the other on my knees.

"Sam, no...OH, GOD!" I yelled...

...as she gently - but firmly - pushed them in opposite directions and laid me out flat.

"Oh no...oh please," I sobbed, as crushing waves of agony ripped angrily in protest through my midsection.

"Shh. Come on, Carls, let me try to help you," Sam said quietly...

...and I squeezed my eyes tightly against my full awareness of the vicious hell that was raging in the lower part of my torso.

"Just try to focus on your breathing," she said.

I tried as hard as I could to do as she directed, but it was no good; so instead I focused on trying to fight back my sobs at the excruciating pain I felt.

I failed...

...and even though my eyes were tightly shut, tears were soon coursing freely down both of my cheeks.

A moment later, I felt Sam pulling my panties down past my hips and placing her hands on my lower abdomen.

And as she began to gently caress my stomach, I could no longer remain silent. It hurt too badly.

And she listened with an expression of genuine remorse on her face as I alternated between sharp cries and moans at the pangs that were ripping through my uterus as she concentrated on caressing my swollen abdomen.

She said nothing; but suddenly, desperate for something - anything - to take my mind off my own suffering, I asked between sobs, "What about you, Sam? What do you do when you have cramps?"

Hands still moving, she took a deep breath. "Well...I uh...have my own way of dealing with them," she admitted.

"How?"

"By uh...whacking off," she mumbled, turning her head.

Suddenly, a huge wave of pain caused me to pull my knees up sharply and roll away from her, uttering, "Oh, God! Oh, God...why does it hurt so much?"

She leaned over and gently turned me onto my back again; and, knees still up against my chest, I raised my eyes to hers.

She bit her lip for a long moment and then, looking directly into my eyes, she asked, "Carls? When's the last time you uh...had an orgasm?"

Horrified at the question and at what her response would be if I answered it, I immediately dropped my gaze and said nothing.

Long stretch of silence.

"Cupcake, has it been...awhile?" she asked gently.

Covering my face with my hands I nodded, way too embarrassed to admit that aside from the orgasm that I'd slept through a few years ago, I'd never really had one before.

She didn't answer, and curious, I lowered my hands and looked over to see her staring down at the mattress, apparently deep in thought.

A minute later, she looked up at me and said, "Well then, my theory is that your cramps might be due to...congestion...and more than one kind. On one hand, you might have clots that your uterus is trying to push out through your cervix. That's the usual cause of cramps. But on the other hand, between your grandad visiting and us not being able to do the show for so long and uh, everything that you and I have been through lately...you've been under an incredible amount of stress. Plus, earlier this evening, you got uh...all worked up...and then we uh, didn't do anything about it."

I looked away - highly embarrassed - and then nodded.

She stared at me in silence for almost a minute, and then she said, very matter-of-factly, "Now, I have to ask you some very personal questions."

I shook my head violently. "No! No more personal questions! I've been answering them all night and I'm not in the mood right now...I feel horrible!" I reminded her.

"Carls?"

Slowly, I turned back and looked up at her.

"Do you want me to help you?" she asked.

"Yes!" I answered without hesitation.

"Then you need to talk to me."

I opened my mouth to argue...

...but immediately changed my mind. The pain was now completely unbearable; and desperate for any kind of relief, I gave in. "Okay. G-go ahead."

She reached over and took my hand. "You said that sometimes you like to engage in...what did you call it...self service?"

Avoiding her penetrating stare, I nodded.

She continued, "Does it ever happen that sometimes..." she hesitated, "...that sometimes you can't...finish what you start?"

Mortified, I nonetheless answered, "Yes."

She bit her lower lip and then asked, without really looking at me, "Um, when you do uh, whack off, have you ever had any, uh, electronic assistance?"

As she turned back to face me, I shook my head.

She looked at me without answering...waiting for the rest of the story.

"No...just my hand," I finally admitted.

She nodded. "The reason I asked is because, few months ago, while I was borrowing tampons, I uh, noticed something in the bathroom cabinet that might help you...more help than you can get from just your hand."

I turned my head away in embarrassment (again).

She gently turned it back to face her. "Cupcake, at least consider it...or try again with your hand. Having an orgasm might actually help you. It works for me."

I knew she was right, but still, I hesitated.

I didn't want our first time together to be like this.

I wanted my first orgasm with her to be from us making love together...all night long...not from some fast, desperate, pain-filled, whack-off session. And even though she'd had her hand between my legs just a few hours earlier in the bathtub, the thought of doing this with her while I was bleeding, made me feel incredibly self-conscious; so, despite my current state of agony, I answered, "I'm sorry. I can't."

She frowned. "What's wrong?"

I looked away. "I just...can't."

"Why not?" she insisted.

"My...period."

She reached over and lay a hand on my shoulder. "It's not that big of a deal."

"Sam, I don't want to..."

"Because?"

"...I'm...embarrassed."

"Carls, I know you're in a lot of pain."

I turned to face her. "It's embarrassing, Sam!"

She shook her head. "You think it's something I've never seen before? We have exactly the same plumbing."

"I'm sorry. I just can't," I said with finality.

She nodded slowly...while looking at me regretfully...obviously disappointed that I wasn't going to take her advice...

...and that I was going to continue suffering as a result.

Pretending not to notice her expression, I reached down and pulled my panties back up.

And then, without a word, she lay down behind me and curled her body around the back of mine - in the 'spoon' position - and put her arms around me.

I focused hard on my breathing, and after a few minutes, my cramps felt like they were actually beginning to lessen slightly.

At that point, I spoke up. "I sorry, Sam. I just can't."

"Shh. It's okay. I understand," she replied, reaching down and slipping her left hand inside the front of my panties. I moved my knees away from my chest slightly to make it easier for her to reach, and seconds later, she was rubbing my stomach again...

...and the pain momentarily and mercifully subsided...ever-so-slightly.

Within minutes, her hand slowed noticeably, and I knew that she was drifting off to sleep. I tried hard to do the same, and it actually seemed entirely possible, as the pain seemed to lessen a bit more; so I closed my eyes...

...and wondered what Sam thought about when she was masturbating.

Eventually, her hand stilled completely and I lay listening to her breathing quietly and evenly behind me, as I tried to distract myself from my cramped-up pelvis by visualizing Sam and myself - just the two of us - lying on a deserted, wind-swept beach...

...in the quiet lull of late afternoon...

...as the sun was sitting low on the horizon...

...and Sam was leaning over me, smiling...

...and I turned my eyes from her...

...and looked toward the water, just as...

...a huge wave (of white-hot pain) slammed into me, and the overwhelming, gut-wrenching spasms of it caused me to convulse so violently that Sam immediately jerked awake.

"Cupcake? Are you...oh my God...are you crying?"

"Oh God...oh, God, Sam! It hurts so bad!" I moaned, dropping my chin onto my chest and lurching repeatedly at the vicious, stabbing sensations that were mercilessly assaulting my lower abdomen.

She sat up and leaned over me, looking down compassionately. "I know it hurts, Cupcake. I know it does," she replied in a low voice; while trying to get her hand back down between my stomach and my thighs...which were, once again, tightly pressed up against it. I would have moved my legs to make it easier for her...

...but I couldn't unbend, not even slightly.

"I...I just want it to stop!" I wailed.

With an understanding nod, she tried - and failed – to turn me over onto my back. Leaning down once again, she said, clearly worried, "Look, if it hurts that bad, then maybe we should go to the Emergency Roo-"

"No! Not that!" I insisted stubbornly, despite the fact that even conversation was now painful.

She frowned, obviously wracking her brain for a solution. "Well, you said told me earlier that Advil doesn't work; so...can I make you some hot tea?" she offered.

As the severe pangs that were destroying my lower stomach area suddenly escalated to 'agonizing', I started crying in earnest.

"No! I don't wan-Oh, God! Just let me die!" I wailed...

...and I heard her gasp. She immediately vaulted over my body, to other side of mattress, and looked down at me in alarm. "That's it! The minute the King Street Medical Complex opens in the morning, I'm taking you straight there...and telling them it's an emergency...and that you need to see a gynecologist right aw-"

"No!" I yelled, "I'm not go-uuuhhh!" My protest was cut off abruptly as several new waves of horrendous convulsions tore through my lower abdomen and left me, gasping for breath, and I pushed my tear-streaked face deeply into the pillow. "Please, Sam! Please make it stop!" I begged.

I felt her hand on my shoulder. "Will you let me help you, Carls?"

"Yes! I'll do anything! I promise! Please, Sam...Please!" I bawled.

She slid a hand between my cheek and the pillow, and turned my face to hers. I blinked the tears out of my eyes and, as her blurred features came into partial focus I heard her say, "Look, I know you're embarrassed to try what I suggested before, but would you at least reconsider-"

I nodded immediately...

...realizing and accepting that I was now completely unwilling and completely unable to fight her anymore.

She bent down and hugged me. "Good girl. Everything is going to be okay. When you have cramps, this can really help."

I grabbed onto her tightly. "Yes! Please! Anything! Just make it stop...just...help m-OW!" I cried...

...as blindingly-painful seizures launched another agonizing attack on my uterus.

"Okay, let's take care of this...right now," she said, and as I whimpered in fearful anticipation, knowing that she was about to make me lie flat again...and set off another brutal wave of hell, she turned me over onto my back and lowered my legs onto the mattress...

...as I barely managed to suppress a scream.

Seconds later, I felt her sliding her hand down between my thighs; but then, as she gently pushed my legs open...

...embarrassment and fear shot through me again, and changing my mind instantly, I clamped my thighs around her hand. "No! I can't! I don't want to!"

"Carls, look at me."

I did...

...reluctantly and with effort.

She took a deep breath. "I know you don't want to. But I'll make a deal with you. Have one. If it works for you and it ends your cramps...then I won't make you go to the gynecologist. I promise. Okay?"

I hesitated; but seconds later, another surge of pain ripped through my insides and forced me to reply, "Y-yes."

Sam - with difficulty - managed to remove her hand from between my legs and then she got up from the bed and left the room. She soon returned with a dark bath towel and a confused expression. "When I was in the bathroom, I looked in all the cabinets, but I couldn't find the...you know-"

"It's uh, under the bed," I gasped, in way too much pain to retrieve it myself.

She nodded and then crouched down. After finding it, she sat back down on the edge of the mattress and said, "You...told me you never used-"

"I didn't," I assured her. "I wanted to...and tried to a few times...but I was always, uh, interrupted."

"Oh."

She was silent for a bit, and seemed to be trying to figure out what to say next. Finally, with a little shake of her head, she picked up the towel again and folded it twice.

"Lift your hips for me," she directed.

With effort, I did, and she slid it under them.

Glancing over to the door and then back to me, she asked, "Do you want me to leave?"

I grabbed her hand. "No! Please stay with me!"

With a nod, she picked the massager up, plugged it in, and then she slowly held it out to me.

I shook my head.

Long stretch of silence.

"Are you sure, Carls?"

I nodded. "Sam?"

"Yes?"

I wiped my streaming eyes on my forearm. "You know this is my..." I faltered.

"First time with a girl?" Sam asked gently.

"W-with anyone," I admitted.

"I know it is. You told me earlier, remember?"

At that moment, I didn't have energy to waste on trying to remember anything...because the agony was unbearable. "Please help me," I moaned.

She nodded and sat down beside me. I reached over and grabbed her free hand.

"Sam, there's s-something else I have to tell you."

"What?"

I lowered my eyes and answered...highly ashamed, "No matter how hard I try, I've...never actually been...you know...able to."

She gently lifted my chin; and as I looked into her eyes she smiled understandingly and answered, "That's okay. We're going to make sure that you can now."

And without hesitation, she bent my knees and put my feet flat on the mattress.

Seconds later, she slid her hand between my legs and gently pressed her palm against the inside of my left thigh. Desperate for relief, I immediately opened my legs and Sam reached between them with both hands and began gently caressing the insides of both my thighs.

I closed my eyes.

She responded to this by saying, "It's okay, Carls, I won't even look."

"Please Sam, please help me!" I begged, near tears again.

With her hands still gliding up and down the insides of my thighs, she whispered, "Okay,"...

...and then I felt her hair tickling my bare chest as she leaned down and kissed me.

Relieved to have something to distract me from the riveting pain in my pelvis, I began kissing her back...

...enthusiastically...

...and I gasped as she slid her left hand slowly upward...

...and it soon reached the top of the insides of my thighs...

...which suddenly tightened around it as I felt my whole body go rigid.

My lips left hers as I exclaimed, "Oh God...this is so horrible!

She pulled back and looked at me. "The pain? I'm sure it is, Car-"

"Not just that!" I interrupted. "Sam, I love you so much...and I want us to be together...and to take our time. And to do this...the right way!"

She nodded immediately. "I know, Cupcake, and I feel the same way. I want our first time to be special too." She was silent for a moment and then added, "Don't worry; no matter what happens right now, this doesn't count as our first time, okay?"

"R-really?"

"Of course not! I promise! Do you trust me, Carls?"

"You know I do," I moaned, my mind now off her kisses and back on my cramps.

"Then open your legs for me," she said gently.

I hesitated and, after a very long moment, I relaxed my thighs.

Seconds later, I felt her pulling my panties down.

And then, while I lay holding my breath, Sam switched the massager on, turned its dial to the lowest setting, and slowly lowered it between my legs.

She hesitated...

...but seconds later, I winced loudly at a particularly brutal cramp stabbed its way through my badly-swollen uterus...

...and in response, she immediately spread my outer lips apart with the fingers of her free hand and positioned the massager against me...

...directly against the left side of the top of my clitoris.

And I lay there...

...in silence...

...waiting and praying for relief.

At first, I didn't feel much of a difference. My vulva had spasmed once at the initial contact from the vibrator's wedge-shaped head, but - probably due to my riveting pain - I wasn't feeling particularly stimulated otherwise.

That soon changed.

Less than a minute later, I tore my attention away from my lower abdomen as I felt the change that was beginning to take place much further down. My vulva seemed to be responding to the dull vibrations that were massaging it, because I definitely felt it beginning to swell.

And then, I felt the first sharp contraction between my legs.

It was soon followed by another...

...and then another...

...and then, beginning with the next one, the contractions were no longer in my vagina...

...they were in my lower pelvis...

...adding to the twisted ripping and stabbing that was already in there...

...and the pain of it made me shriek.

Sam leaned down over my chest. "It's going to be okay; just hold onto me."

Without hesitation, I reached up and grabbed her...

...as tightly as I could...

...as the frequent and agonizing contractions from my steadily-escalating arousal became indistinguishable from my vicious cramps...

...both of which ripped through my lower abdomen with an indescribably-brutal intensity...

...as my insides screamed for relief from the penetrating, savage pounding on my uterus.

It hurt so badly.

Now crying freely, I closed my eyes against the unbelievably-sharp, stabbing spasms...

...not wanting her to see my tears, or to know the full extent of how profusely I was suffering.

But finally, I just couldn't take the tortuous, relentless beating any more. "Sam! Stop! Please!"

She immediately pulled the massager's head away from my vagina, and looked down at me without speaking.

"I can't! It hurts...so much worse!" I gasped.

She nodded slowly. "I'm sure it does, but uh, I really think you should uh, finish anyway."

"I can't!" I insisted, "I absolutely can't take how much worse it hurts now!"

She exhaled shakily, and then paused, seeming to be choosing her words carefully. "Still Carls, I think it will help you. Having an orgasm is such a release...and it always works for me when I hav-"

"Please, no more! I can't!" I sobbed.

With an understanding nod, she removed it from between my legs and turned it off...

...and I rolled over onto my right side and struggled to catch my breath, as I waited for the spasms to become slightly less severe, now that my arousal had been interrupted.

But they didn't.

If anything, they were now becoming steadily worse...

...even though, as evidenced by the damp, insistent throbbing just inside my outer lips, my aroused state wasn't subsiding at all.

What to do? Try to wait it out and feel even more agony...or try to go forward and feel even more agony?

Clearly a no-win situation.

Terrified that an orgasm would be the more painful option of the two, I soon decided to try to wait it out; but before ten minutes had elapsed, the pain in my pelvis had increased almost to the point of making me dizzy and nauseous; and I started crying...

...hard.

Sam had remained silent through all of this...obviously unsure of what to say or what to do; but as soon as she heard me crying she leaned over and asked tentatively, "Should we...try again?"

I hesitated. I was guaranteed a lot more agony no matter what I decided.

She continued, "I think it will really help you to-"

Moments later, as an indescribably-agonizing spasm attacked my lower midsection, I grabbed myself and screamed, "Sam!"

Seconds later, she had pulled me up to her, and I cried against her chest...

...not just from the latest wave of excruciating pain...

...but because I knew now what I had to do.

And I had never been so scared.

"S-sam...Y-y-yes!" I cried in desperation.

Still holding me close, she asked, "Are you sure you want me to...help you have one?"

I shook my head violently against her. "N-no." I paused...screwing up my courage, before gasping, "I w-want you to...m-make me!"

She pulled back and looked at me...

...in stunned silence.

"Sam...Please! I just can't take...I-" I broke down again.

She nodded and seconds later, she was lowering me onto my back again.

I put up no resistance as she pushed my legs back down and laid me out flat...

...despite the searing pain it caused.

She picked the vibrator up and leaned over me. "The second you tell me to stop, I will. I promise."

Reaching up, I grabbed the front of her T-shirt with both hands. "No, Sam! Promise me you won't stop...not at all...no matter how hard I beg!"

Her jaw dropped slightly. "Carls, you know I can't do th-"

"Please! I have to finish this time! I absolutely can't take this pain anymore!" I wailed, as the next forceful wave of cramps launched another cruel, punishing attack on my uterus.

"Carls, I'm sorry but I can't prom-"

"Promise me!" I demanded.

"But..."

My hands still holding her shirt tightly, I shook her as hard as I could. "S-s-sam! Please!" I practically shrieked...

...desperate for relief.

A long moment passed in silence, but finally, with a look of great regret, she agreed.

"Yes, Carls, I promise."

She reached for the massager and turned it back on to 'low' with badly-shaking hands, and as both of my hands left her shirt and gripped the sheet tightly...

...she lowered it between my legs again, and spreading my outer lips open with her free hand...

...she pressed it firmly against the left side of my clitoris.

Almost instantly, I regretted my decision.

Despite this, I tried to stick it out...

...while the contractions of my arousal joined forces with my punishing cramps once again, and hammered my lower abdomen with a brutally-unrelenting intensity

But less than a minute later, I had reached my breaking point. Even though there was a chance that an orgasm might bring me some relief from this unbearable hell, I just couldn't take it anymore.

"Sam, No! I've changed my mind!"

She shook her head. "Shh, she consoled in a low voice. "I know it hurts, but just hold onto me. Not much longer, and then you're going to be fine."

"No I'm not! I can't! I have to stop!" I insisted.

"Shh, Cupcake. Only a few more minutes and then everything is going to be oka-"

"No, it's not! I need to stop...now!"

She looked down at me...

...obviously conflicted. "But...you told me to keep going...no matter what you said!"

"I don't care what I said! I can't!"

I saw the profound sadness in her eyes as she answered, "You need to finish...and you begged me to promise you that I'd make sure you did! And I did promise! Besides, we both know that it'll only get worse again if we stop!"

"Please, Sam...stop it!"

She shook her head regretfully. "Don't worry. In just a few minutes you're going to feel-"

"I can't wait! No!"

"Yes! You have to! You made me promise!" she reminded me.

Frantic, I tried to sit up, but she moved her free hand to my shoulder and pushed me onto my back again.

Now terrified, I started to struggle under her. "Sam...Stop It!"

"I can't! You know I can't!" she insisted, her voice shaking badly.

Now desperate and in agony, I reached up and grabbed the front of her shoulders; and before she could recover from her surprise, I managed to push her up off me a few inches.

Seconds later, she realized what I was doing and, shifting her body weight, she regained her leverage again; and as she leaned over me I realized to my horror, that no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move her again...not even an inch.

"Sam, no!"

She didn't answer...but as I looked up, I saw her lower lip trembling.

She was clearly near tears.

I tried again to push her off me, but I couldn't...

...because the second I tried to, she suddenly lay her entire body weight across my chest; forcing me to confront the atrocious, unending pounding that was destroying my lower abdomen.

Now frantic, I tried to close my legs...

...but she suddenly shifted her body again and thrust her knee between them.

"Sam, no!" I screamed, now pounding on her back with my fists. "Stop it! Get off me!"

"I can't stop! You told me-"

"Stop it! Now! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!" I shrieked. But then, as I twisted my head to my right in agony...

...I heard her crying next to my ear. "I can't, Carls! I can't!" she sobbed.

"Sam please! I can't even cum! I'm trying so hard but it's just not happening!"

Seconds later, her free arm moved slightly, and just as I was thinking she was about to stop...

...she reached down and turned the massager dial up to 'high'...

...and the pain was suddenly, blindingly, screamingly intolerable.

And worst of all, I realized that all my remaining strength had cruelly deserted me...

...and that I was completely powerless to fight against the pain - or against her - anymore.

I honestly thought I was about to die.

Not only could I not push her off me now, not even a fraction of an inch...

...I couldn't even raise my arms.

I tried harder but couldn't...

...because suddenly, my entire body was completely paralyzed...

...and as it stilled, even though every muscle in my body was so tightly compressed that it seemed impossible for them to contract and cramp up more...

...I was gradually overwhelmed by the beginning of one huge, drawn out, agonizingly-unbearable contraction...

...which began at both the tops of my thighs and the bottom of my lower abdomen...

...and slowly spread out both upward and downward...

...burning my muscles with its white-hot fire...

...and once it had reached my feet and head...

...my vagina began to tighten...

...igradually, yet steadily.

Sam must have realized what was happening to me because she immediately moved off my chest, and wrapped her free arm around my shoulders, steadying me...

...as my hips jerked violently and involuntarily up off mattress.

And then, with my back in a high arch, I came.

Hard.

So hard that I didn't know whether I was screaming or crying...

...only aware that I was completely helpless...

...as my body suddenly seemed to have been gripped by a huge pair of invisible hands...

...which shook me ruthlessly...

...as spasm after violent spasm crippled my body...

...penetrating all the way to my core.

After nearly a minute of this vicious abuse, I gave up on fighting it...

...because at that moment I was entirely powerless.

Powerless to resist...

...powerless to stop it...

...powerless to beg Sam to make it stop...

...while my body lurched up and was flung back down...

...repeatedly and relentlessly ...

...until I absolutely could not take anymore.

And then, just as I began to pray for death, I felt a new wave of sensation flooding my body...

...as the spasms of pain that were ripping through it gradually morphed into spasms of ecstasy...

...which cascaded through my entire body in waves of profound release.

And then suddenly, my hips slammed back down onto the mattress...

...but I realized that I was far from finished...

...as I lay there - still paralyzed - feeling the new contractions that pulsed through me...

...gradually massaging my muscles as they rippled through them...

...and suddenly I became very aware of the sensation of wetness leaking between my legs...

...as warm liquid spurted out of me, not once, but several times...

...in (surprisingly) a very pleasant sort of way...

...wetting both the towel that was under me...

...and the insides of my thighs...

...and even though I had absolutely no idea whether it was cum...or urine...or part of my menstrual flow, I knew that it was due to the massive release of painfully-pent-up congestion that was leaving my body.

And, loving the way it felt...

...I welcomed it...

...and to my absolute amazement, I had no embarrassment whatsoever that it was happening right in front of Sam.

Inn fact, at that moment, I had no embarrassment about anything.

And no stress about anything...

...and no physical pain whatsoever...

...and no control over any of my muscles either...

...only knowing that I never wanted the sensation to end.

But, sadly, it did...

...and then, suddenly the massager was gone; and seconds later, I looked over to see Sam turning it off.

And at that moment, my body stilled...

...as every last shred of stress and pain left my body and sank down into the mattress...

...leaving me forever...

...and leaving me completely wrung out.

And then, as I watched, Sam set the vibrator aside...

...and, without warning, her body came hurtling over onto mine.

Balancing on her hands and knees, she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me so hard.

Neither of us spoke...

...as I lay there wondering why my entire body felt heavy and immobile, and if I'd ever be able to raise my arms to put them around her. With effort, I managed to pull my stomach in tightly, and to my immense relief, I realized that I felt absolutely no pain at all.

It was profound relaxation...

...and I had never experienced it before...

...but it was the most wonderful feeling in the world.

Suddenly, I was completely distracted from my new, amazing state of feeling...

...when I realized that Sam was crying. "I'm sorry...I'm so sorry...but you told me I had to!" she sobbed into my ear.

And then, with a gasp, I remembered how horribly I had just spoken to her. "Sam...shh. I'm so sorry for what I said! I don't hate you!"

"I...I kn-know," she replied. "I'm sorry for m-making you! But you m-made m-me promise!"

Finally, with Herculean effort, I managed to raise my arms and I pulled her close to me "It's all right, Honey. I know I did."

My words did nothing to calm her, so I reached up and began to stroke her hair. "Shh. Don't cry. It's okay. Everything is okay."

"Y-you're not m-mad at m-me?" she whimpered.

I tightened my arms around her again. "Of course not. I'm so glad that it happened...and that you're the one who did it. I'd only be mad at you if you had stopped."

She leaned back and looked at me...

...with tears running down her cheeks. A-are you s-sure?"

I nodded.

Taking several shaky breaths, she forced herself to stop sobbing...

...and then, as I smiled up at her, she suddenly seemed self conscious that I had witnessed her crying, because she hastily pulled her T-shirt up and wiped her eyes.

"Are y-you okay?" she asked tentatively. "Did it...help?"

"Very okay...that was...so...incredible!"

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Definitely," I assured her, pulling her head down onto my chest...

...and stroking her hair...

...and within minutes and to my relief, I felt her body relax.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said suddenly.

"I promise you I did," I assured her.

Seconds later, she raised her head again and looked up at me; and then said, smiling suddenly, "Well, that's good, Cupcake...because there's more where that came from."

I looked back at her in confusion. "Where that came from...what do you mean?"

My question was soon answered by the sound of the massager being on again...

...but as she lowered it, I immediately reached down between my legs and blocked her hand.

"Sam, no!"

"Yes. Once more."

"I can't!"

"You have to," she replied.

I flinched in surprise. "What? No! No way! Besides, my cramps seem to be gone now, so-"

She shook her head. "Once more. To be on the safe side."

"I can't!" I insisted, "I'm so completely-"

"Once more," she interrupted. "Remember how painful your cramps were? You don't want them to come back...and neither do I," she stated flatly, as she pushed the massager further up between my legs...

...but before it had reached my vagina, I restrained her hand again. "But I can't!"

"Once more."

"But I can't..."

"Once more."

"Please, Sam, I've never..."

"Once more."

"Please, Sam no! Please don't make me!"

"Once more."

"I can't! I've...never-"

"Once More," she insisted, gently moving my still-resisting hands aside...

...and then, gently parting my outer lips, she pressed the massager's head against me once again.

And I knew that there was no escape.

She was going to make me.

Again.

Scared, yet too exhausted to put up a fight...I wrapped my arms around Sam's neck.

Fortunately, it didn't take long.

"I love you Carls...so much," she whispered...

...as my body slowly began to climb once again...

...as I suddenly realized that I absolutely did not have the stamina to endure another orgasm...

...and I replied - terrified - Sam...I can't do this!"

"You're going to feel so much better," she answered.

I shook my head. "I already feel-"

"Shh," she interrupted. "You haven't really had one before...and your cramps were so horrible. Remember how much pain you were in? You don't want them to come back, do you?

"No! I don't! But I can't-"

"Shh. You'll be fine. Just hold on to me," she answered in a low voice.

I did.

And then, less than a minute later...

...my body stilled again...

...and realizing that there was no stopping what was about to happen...

...I gave into it...

...fearfully yet completely.

"Oh Sam, oh my God!" I yelled as it took complete control of my body.

"Shh. I've got you."

"I a-a-a-a-a-a-a-AH!"

"That's it, Carls. That's my girl. Don't fight it. Just go wherever it takes you."

"A-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-AH!" was the only response I could give...

...considering that the earth-shattering tremors that were violently shaking my body were also rattling my brain...

...making intelligent thought...not to mention any sort of conversation...totally impossible.

But this orgasm...while just as exhausting as the previous one...was entirely different.

This one was pure pleasure...

...and as my muscles pulsed with release...

...I suddenly gasped as I felt an abundance of warm wetness dribbling out of me once again.

"S-sam! I'm leaking...again!"

"Shh. It's fine...I promise," she answered reassuringly...

...and somehow, I knew that she was right...

...and I gave into the ensuing pleasure...

...as whatever it was spurted out of me again...

...over and over.

Is this how guys feel when they ejaculate?

Because it felt so wonderful.

And then, just as I realized that the towel under me was becoming dangerously wet...

...and that, due to the extreme ordeal my body had just been through (twice), I probably wouldn't regain any use of my motor skills for at least six weeks...

...Sam turned the massager off...

...and I closed my eyes as my muscles drained themselves of every last shred of accumulated stress.

The instant my convulsions subsided, I felt Sam's body touching mine as she pushed my hair back and kissed me.

I opened one eye a crack...

...as she smiled down and asked, "So...how are your cramps?"

I smiled exhaustedly up at her. "What cramps?" I asked...

...and she leaned down and wrapped her arms around me.

Some time later, I broke the silence. "Sam?"

"Hmm?" she murmured.

"Thank you...for this. For all of it."

She leaned up and looked down. "How could I not...after all the unselfish things you've done for me?"

And with a smile, I reached up, dragged her down on top of me, and enfolded her in my arms again.

Several minutes later, she released herself, and sitting up, she put her hands on my knees and gently opened my legs.

I let her.

After a long assessing glance, during which she kindly ignored how furiously I was blushing, she climbed off the bed. Reaching down, she unplugged the massager and picked it up.

"Be right back."

I nodded.

She left...

...and I lay there, without a care in the world, listening to the sound of water running in the bathroom down the hall.

Sam soon returned, with the now-clean massager under one arm, and holding a towel and a damp washcloth in one hand...

...and one of those horrible, huge pads in the other. But as much as I hate those things...

...so much that, on any other occasion, I would have flatly refused to wear it...

...I had a feeling that, because of what I felt between my legs at the moment, I really needed it.

Sam grabbed a pair of clean panties from the dresser and sat down next to me.

"Open your legs for me," she directed...

...and as I did...

...she saw me looking at the pad in her hand. "Sorry Cupcake, but you need one. After what I jus-"

"It's okay," I said quickly...not wanting her to elaborate.

To this day I don't know what came out of me that night, and I didn't ask.

Somehow, I just don't want to know...

...only to remember the way it had felt.

She smiled down at me in a comforting sort of way...

...and I closed my eyes while she slowly and carefully washed me.

Finally, she picked the pad up and unwrapped it. "My God...this thing is huge!"

I opened my eyes. "I know."

She frowned. "Didn't you read the box before you bought them? Something this monstrous should come with a warning label!"

I rolled my eyes. "Actually, I didn't buy them. They were a gift from Spencer. Apparently, they were on sale while he was shopping that day. Anyway, without a word, he handed them to me...looking all proud of himself that he was 'man' enough to buy them."

Sam laughed as she attached it to my panties.

And then, as she slid them over my feet she said apologetically, "I know how much you hate wearing these things, but from what I just saw you really shoul-"

I held my hand up. "It's okay. Really."

With a nod, she pulled my panties up, and reaching down between my legs, she pressed the horrible thing against me.

I reached down and adjusted it; and then clamped my thighs around it, trying to squish the sides in so it would feel slightly less uncomfortable.

Finally I gave up.

It was impossible and so, ignoring it, I turned my attention elsewhere...

...to something far more important.

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

Sitting up, I reached over and grabbed the massager. "Your turn."

Her jaw dropped, followed by a long stretch of stunned silence.

"Uh, you don't have to," she finally replied.

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "Why not?"

She shrugged. "It's just..."

"Just what?" I asked...persistently.

"I don't know..." she mumbled, suddenly becoming fascinated by the late night sky on the other side of my windows.

But I wasn't about to let her off the hook. "Hmm...you seem nervous...first time?" I teased.

She turned back to me. "If you'll forgive me for not answering that question, I'll forgive you for asking it."

Successfully resisting the urge to laugh, I repeated, "I'm still asking."

"Carls!"

"It's only fair...you asked me," I argued.

She remained silent.

I sat looking at her expectantly.

"Sam?"

No response.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Well, what?" she asked (knowing full well what I was referring to).

"Is this your first time?" I asked pointedly...

...as she blushed furiously. "Um, well, does self-service count?"

I (finally) laughed. "No...and I'm waiting."

She leaned forward. "Hey, Carls, is that a new necklace?"

I leaned backward. "Sam, stop being evasive. You haven't answered my question."

She looked down and shrugged.

"I'll take that as a yes," I replied with a smile...

...as I reached over and, putting my hands on Sam's shoulders, slowly pushed her down onto her back.

She put up no resistance, but just as I reached for the vibrator again, she put her hand over mine.

"No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

I reached for the vibrator again, but before I could grab it, Sam moved it across the bed and shook her head.

"Sam...come on!"

"No, Carls."

"Why not?" I demanded.

She paused for a long moment. "Because...because tonight it's all about you."

"No, Sam! That''s the lamest excuse I've ever-" I began...

...but she shook her head. "Thanks, Carls...but I'm beat," she replied; and then, before I could protest further...

...she lay back down with her left arm across her eyes.

"Sam?"

There was no response.

And with a sigh...

...I gave up.

For now.

Since her arm was blocking her eyes...

...she didn't see me as I leaned down and kissed her goodnight...

...and she also didn't see me reach across to my nightstand and set the alarm for two hours later...