Only You Could Save Me
Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Glee (except a beach towel and S2 on dvd). I possess no lyrics or melodies of any songs I use, only an admiration for the tune.
The warm water felt good on her skin, washing away the sweat and grime of the day. She looked down at her tanned body, the water and suds running down muscle. She focused on her breasts. They were full, the nipples dark rosy pink and hardened in the water. She wanted to share that sight with Sam but wasn't sure she was totally ready. She scrubbed down her flat belly, over her hips, to the place he had touched. As a Cheerio, Coach enforced Brazilian waxes so she was totally smooth in that region. She could feel Sam's magic fingers again, pressing at her core and the feeling that had exploded in her low belly. She used her own finger to explore that area, thinking of how exhilarating that had been...the cool night breeze from the lake, the fireworks overhead, his breath on her neck. Soon, she was shuddering against her finger's ministrations, leaning against the wall of the shower. She took a few deep breaths, then turned the water cooler and washed her hair.
Meanwhile, Sam was nervous...not knowing what to expect, what came next. He wandered to the lobby where they had a 24-hour convenience shop and bought a couple bottles of water and some Doritos. He picked up an energy bar for Kitty, not really thinking about the purchase, just wanting to bring her something. Back in the suite, he noticed the shower was off but Kitty was still in the bathroom, so he sat on the edge of her bed, waiting for her to come out.
Kitty dried off after her shower and went through her bedtime routine of taking off her makeup. First to go were the false eyelashes. She loved how they made her eyes pop but they were a pain to apply. They did come off easily though. She then removed her eye makeup and washed her face thoroughly. She checked her eyebrows for any tweezing and took care of that. Then, she moisturized...face and body. Once she was happy with that, she brushed her teeth and then slipped on the white fluffy robe and cinched the belt around her waist. She went into her bedroom where she found Sam eating Doritos at the end of her bed.
He stood up abruptly when he saw her, bits of chips falling off him. She approached him, smiling.
I wonder if she's naked under that robe? he thought. She was.
"Wow..." he said, looking at her with surprise. "You are just naturally beautiful, Kit. Why all the makeup?"
She shrugged. "I like it. I like how it makes me look. And Coach orders us to wear it."
"Hungry? I got you a snack..." He shoved the energy bar at her. She looked at it and laughed a little.
"Energy? To sleep?" She looked up at him, her eyes twinkling.
"I didn't know...I got you a water too," he said, handing her the bottle.
"Thanks...um, why don't you sit down with me?"
She put her energy bar and water on the nearest table and sat down on the end of the bed and he followed suit. They sat side by side, quietly, both staring straight ahead.
Finally, she felt the mattress shift with his weight, and he leaned into her, his lips on her neck, then her ear. He was attempting to suck a hickey on her and it felt so good...almost good enough that she didn't stop him.
However, she placed her hands on his chest and gently nudged him away.
"Am I doing something wrong?" he asked. His cheeks were flushed, his pupils dilated. His tongue poked out briefly and licked his lips. He could taste her.
"No...god no, Sam...it felt wonderful...at the fireworks tonight and just now...I kinda wanted to talk to you about something..."
He relaxed a bit. "Sure...anything..."
"I was kinda saving myself...you know...for when I get married." She giggled nervously and rolled her eyes. Since the time his magic fingers had got her off earlier, she was having serious doubts about that claim but wanted to try to stand true to her beliefs.
He scooted back from her. "That's cool...I understand...no problem."
He was so unbelievably relieved. He had been completely frightened at the prospect of having sex with Kitty, losing his virginity to her...even though he wanted to do so badly, yet was terrified at what to do or say or think or feel. Could he wait until he was married? He was pretty sure there was no way.
She reached out and ran her hand down his smooth cheek. "Thanks Sam...it's just...you know..."
He really didn't know but nodded as if he did.
"But...what we did earlier...I really, really enjoyed that," she said, blushing.
He guffawed. He tried not to but it slipped out. "Me too!"
She laughed with him, leaning forward a bit, her robe gaping open at the top. He could suddenly see the soft swell of flesh beneath the robe, her breast. Her breast was perfect, full and rounded, the nipple a dark pink and hardening as the cool air drifted into the robe.
"Oh!" She realized her robe was open by the look on Sam's face and the breeze. "Wait...do you...do you wanna touch it? Touch me?"
He nodded again, speechless. He reached over slowly. She could see his fingers tremble slightly. When he finally touched her bare skin, she shivered and goosebumps broke out all over her. Their eyes met for a moment, then she glanced at his hand, willing him to feel her.
He watched his hand touch her, as if it belonged to someone else. He cupped her breast; she filled his hand completely. He then squeezed gently and rubbed his palm over her nipple. She pushed her chest outward a little, letting her head drop back, and sighed. He took her nipple between his fingers and applied the slightest pressure.
"Mmm...Sam..." He watched the words fall from her lips and then watched her bite down on her lower lip.
He couldn't resist her lips, not when his hand was on her boob, his dick was hard, and she was pouting...as if waiting on his mouth. He shifted his balance and grabbed the back of her head, pushing her into his kiss, his other hand massaging her breast. It seemed to him that she was responding, not stopping him. He felt her hand on his hip, pulling him closer to her. Yes, yes, that's what he wanted...
He sat back suddenly, withdrawing his hand from her robe and shoving it under his thigh.
"We need to stop..." he mumbled.
She looked at him with lust in her eyes. Her lips were moving but she wasn't speaking. He was only stopping because of what she had told him earlier. He knew and she knew that if their making out continued they'd wind up compromising her desire to wait until marriage to do the deed.
She cleared her throat, stood up, and grabbed the energy bar.
"I think I'll sit on the balcony for awhile...we'll get started early in the morning, 'kay? Lots of rides and the water park and stuff..." she said to him, forcing a smile.
He stood up too, clasping his hands in front of himself, trying to hide the boner that felt huge and obvious. "Yeah, that sounds cool. I'll just, uh, go watch some TV..."
She went to the balcony and he retreated to his bedroom, both thinking about what might've just happened.
Sam checked the door to the suite to make sure it was secure, then went to his room and flipped on the TV. He found an action movie and settled in on his bed. His mind was not on the movie, though, he thought of Kitty. He had grown close to her over the past few months, closer to her than he had been with Brittany. He was going to have to take many cold showers due to Kitty's resolve, that was a sure bet. Except he had felt her want, her need, earlier...maybe she didn't want to wait? Maybe it was due to what happened to her in sixth grade?
Kitty poured her water into a glass with ice, then put on a t-shirt to sleep in and retreated to the balcony. She relaxed on a chaise lounge, watching boats on the lake and heat lightning in the sky. She thought of Sam and how close she felt to him. It was more than she expected at the beginning. She was hoping for a fun date or two but instead began feeling rather deeply for the guy. It scared her, how she felt for him, how she trusted him. She had to remind herself that she was not 12 years old and it was not sixth grade...Sam would not hurt her. Since the incident in sixth grade, she had made the decision to save herself for marriage. From that point, she really didn't want to have anything to do with guys or their junk...until Sam. Now, it was all she could think about, it seemed. And when he had touched her breast that evening, and earlier under the fireworks, she wanted everything with him, not wanting to wait for the gold band and the I Do's. Then she snorted out loud. Married to Sam! She shook her head.
The breeze picked up as did the lightning and she could hear thunder in the distance. She swirled the ice cubes in her glass. Maybe tomorrow things would be different...they'd have fun in the sun all day, on rides and in the water, then...at night...
xxxxx
Sam heard the glass crash. He shot upright in his bed, looking from side to side, unsure of his location at first in the dark. A flash from Kitty's room brought him back to reality...they were at a hotel at Cedar Point. Then, a crash of thunder had him jumping out of his bed. The only windows in the suite were in the front rooms and Kitty's balcony. He saw another flash...it must be lightning...and more thunder. Wait...something had crashed, broken glass. He started through the bathroom into Kitty's room.
"Kit? Kitty? You okay?" Immediately, he sensed the drapes flying wildly and the smell of lake and rain. Another flash of lightning told him Kitty was not in her bed but standing on the balcony, stunned. He rushed to the balcony and could see the shards of broken glass around her feet.
"Sam?" she asked, her voice small in the storm. "Where am I?"
"Don't move, Kitty, okay? Just hang on..." He ran back to his room for his sneakers, then returned to her side after turning on a standing lamp. He stepped carefully over most of the glass and picked her up, cradling her in his arms. He took her to her bed and then closed the balcony doors. Returning to her, he saw tiny cuts about the soles of her feet.
"Stay right there, Kit..." he told her again. She looked up at him dazed. He could swear she was still asleep.
He ran to the bathroom, then came back just as quickly. He knelt at the foot of her bed and carefully cleaned the bottoms of her feet of glass and blood. It wasn't as bad as it first appeared but he'd still need to find some bandages. Kitty was relaxed against her pillows, her eyes only half open. He scooted up to her head. He brushed her wild hair back from her face and kissed her cheek.
"Kitty, I need to run downstairs for some band-aids, 'kay? Will you be okay?"
"Sleepy…"
"I'll be right back…" He kissed her on the forehead and ran downstairs to find band-aids.
He was back upstairs within ten minutes. She was sleeping soundly already. He bandaged the cuts on her feet, then cleaned up the broken glass as best he could.
He turned to leave her, but she suddenly grabbed his hand. He jumped a little as it appeared she had been deeply asleep.
"Sammy...stay with me..." she mumbled, her voice still heavy with sleep.
"Uh..."
"Please..." She tugged on his hand and rolled over. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into bed next to her. He lay on his back until he finally fell asleep, listening to her soft deep breathing.
