Chapter 36

Sam's Secret

June 12, 2010

Sam's face was tightly drawn and red. She thought for a second, before responding to Freddie's news. He had just told her that he had to attend a meeting, of the West Coast Robotics Association that evening, and would not be able to take her out, as he previously had promised. Finally she began talking into her cell.

"This is kind of last minute Freddie…how long have you known about this robo-nerd meeting?"

"I admit this is last minute, but Shane had to drop out, because his back is giving him trouble…you know, from the fall he took a couple of years ago in Shay's elevator…so the President asked me if I could do my presentation tonight, instead of three months from now….and before I knew what I was saying…I said yes."

"Well, that's just great Freddie…..I'm second fiddle to a bunch of "toy making nerds."

Freddie tried to speak but Sam stopped him. "How would you like it, if the next time you want some ass…I say, sorry…I have to attend a cat show?"

"Sam…you don't understand."

"Oh, I understand fine; it's you that's missing something here."

"Sam," was all Freddie could say before being cut off again.

"I know this," she continued. "It's Saturday, and I want to do something this evening, besides sitting at home being bored, or sitting with Carly and her doofus brother, and being bored."

"I thought you liked hanging out with Carly…you've only been doing it…..for the past nine years" said Freddie.

"Yes, and now, I'm almost 16 and I want to spend time with my boyfriend."

"I understand," Freddie said, "but I have to be away this evening and it is important…..there will be professors there from Cal Tech, and if they like my presentation, I could end up with a scholarship."

"Damn it," Sam thought. "The fuckers right….and I'm acting like a little kid…I should be happy for him and not causing him grief."

Sam took a deep breath and began to reluctantly apologize. "You know, Freddie, you're right. I'm sorry I was acting so shitty."

"It's cool" Freddie responded. "I know you've wanted to go out all week."

"No, it's not cool" she answered. "I've been acting like an immature bitch. I love you and I want to be with you whenever I can. I guess I was being selfish…. and not thinking about how important this robot shit is to you."

"Well," Freddie said, "you could go with me tonight…you know…to the robot shit."

Sam was caught off guard and dumbfounded for a few seconds. She couldn't tell him that she would rather drink snake piss than endure the living hell of sitting through whatever insanity goes on at a robotics presentation. But…before she could answer….Freddie threw her a life preserver.

"You don't have to go to the presentation with me" Freddie said. "You can hang out at the mall, next to the Technology Center, and after I'm finished with my presentation, we can grab something to eat and have our own date. I expect to be finished with everything by 7:30 PM."

"Freddie…you're a genius," she replied, "that I can do."

Freddie and Sam stepped off the bus in front of the Greater Seattle Technology Center And Museum or as Sam called it, "nerd central." There was a rather large crowd of geeky teens, of various sizes and skin conditions, pouring into the place; it would have sucked even worse, than she first thought, to have to sit amongst that crowd of uber dorks.

"It's almost 6:00 PM. I'll text you, when I'm ready to leave the center," Freddie said. "Where do you want to meet?"

Sam looked around, thought for a second, and then said, "right here, the mall is just across the street; I'll meet you here, and then we can go to dinner….someplace nice…..and moderately expensive. You know, the kind of place with tables and table cloths…the kind that can hide someone underneath."

Freddie grinned at the thought of Sam slipping beneath the table and sucking his cock…in public.

He pulled her close and gave her neck a little bite. "I think a little head in the restaurant would be great."

Sam pulled him closer and whispered into his ear; "I don't think so Benson. I didn't wear this skirt without panties for nothing….it's you that's going under the table."

"Damn," Freddie said…..

Sam looked sexy as hell as she strutted through the mall. Her short, black ruffled skirt caught the eye of every guy under 70 and about half of the women. Sam had been so used to being "Tom-Boy Sam" that she didn't realize, until recently, just how pretty she had become and how much she liked being looked at.

Sam was going to kill time at the movies and then meet up with Freddie for their date. But before going to the theatre, she did what she did every time she visited the mall; she had to get lemonade at, "Just Lemons."

Sam walked up to the cashier to purchase a large cup. As she dug around for money, she discovered that she was almost broke. "Damn it" she thought… "I forget to get some money off of Freddie."

She managed to scrape together enough change to buy a large cup, and then went to the self serve machine, and filled it to the top. She was thinking about how dull this evening would be without going to the movie. "That damn Freddie is going to make this up to me big time in that restaurant; he's gonna be under that table until I'm finished eating…..and I'm finished being eaten. " she said to herself.

Sam was in deep thought and quite unaware of the people around her. When she turned to walk away, she stepped straight into perhaps the best looking guy she had ever seen. She stood there, eye to chin; frozen for what seemed an eternity. She was unable to speak or move and it was awkward; finally he spoke. "My name's Lex and I've been following you."

"Holy shit," Sam thought, "a good looking maniac."

Lex noticed the sudden look of alarm on Sam's face and immediately explained what he meant.

"No…let me start over. When I saw you a few minutes ago, I thought to myself …..Wow!"

Lex smiled and continued, "I couldn't help myself, I just had to meet you. I only followed you here to make an introduction."

Relieved that she wouldn't have to "de-nut" this attractive stranger, Sam breathed a sigh of relief and then introduced herself. "I'm Sam and I'm …we're…holding up the line."

"Then let's sit," he suggested.

"Sure, my favorite table is over there, next to the bathroom."

"Well, lead the way," Lex said.

A few minutes later Sam had given Lex the short summary of her life story (minus mentioning that she had a boyfriend) but Lex said very little about himself; instead he listened to every word that Sam uttered as if she was revealing the secrets of the universe. No, Lex wasn't all that interested in Sam's personal story; he just wanted to screw her, and the more he knew about her, the easier it would be to get under that that black dress and get down to business.

"So, what brings you to the mall this evening?" he asked.

"I, ugh…..lemonade…and the movies."

"Really, me too." Lex said. "What are you going to watch?"

Sam searched her brain for a recent movie that she knew something about. Then it came to her, she had read an article about the movie Splice a few days ago. She took a long drink from her lemonade and then said, "Splice."

"Well, what a coincidence," Lex said. "That's what I came here to see."

"Well, at least one of us gets to see it," Sam said. "I forgot to get some extra money. I'll just have to watch it later."

"No way," Lex said. "I'll buy your ticket, that is, under one condition; you have to sit with me."

"A free movie," Sam thought "and maybe some free popcorn too."

"It's a deal," Sam said.

Sam and Lex walked into the theatre about 10 minutes before the movie was scheduled to begin. They sat in the back, next to the wall.

Several minutes after the movie began Lex made his move. He first pinched Sam very lightly on her left hand thumb and when she looked at him he smiled.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I just wanted to touch you," he said.

"God….I want you to touch me too," Sam thought but instead of saying that, she said, "well stop it, I'm here to watch the movie and nothing else."

Instead of stopping, Lex took her hand into his and said, "are you sure?"

Sam felt her heart start beating faster and she could feel her face warming. She was blushing but the darkness concealed it.

Sam turned sideways in her seat and put her face close to his. "What are you trying to do Lex, I just met you?"

Lex turned sideways, putting himself face to face with Sam. She thought he was going to give her some lame excuse for why he was making a move. Instead, Lex answered with his tongue. The kiss was fast and perfectly executed. He reached up with his left hand and grasped the back of her neck and pulled her mouth to his. Sam had been silently wishing he would do something, and when he did, her mouth yielded to his without a fight.

"I shouldn't be doing this," Sam thought, as she greedily sucked Lex's tongue into her throat.

Seconds later, it was Sam grasping the back of his head and pulling his mouth into hers. The next thing she noticed was his hand between her legs. "Holy shit," she thought as she opened her thighs and allowed him to touch her already dripping pussy.

"Hot damn," Lex thought… "she isn't wearing any underwear."

Sam's hot pussy all but sucked at Lex's fingers. As he found her clit she arched her pussy upward….begging for an insertion. Lex pulled his mouth from hers and looked around. The back of the theatre was empty and dark enough for people to not notice what was going on. He looked at Sam and said, "let's don't waste that hot pussy on a finger, sit on my cock."

"Oh God, I shouldn't do this," Sam thought. But instead of saying that, and leaving, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She took hold of his shorts and said, "lift your ass" and in one quick movement, she had his shorts down to his knees. His cock was already hard but it needed slickened up a bit. Sam reached out and pulled it towards her mouth. She sucked as much of it into her throat as she could get and then bobbed her head like a jack-hammer. She wasn't interested in giving him a boat load of sexual pleasure; she just wanted fucked. After his cock was sufficiently slick, she stood and faced the other direction. As she sat, she reached down and positioned his cock at the opening of her well oiled twat, and in he went. The theater chair was not made for fucking and Sam figured out that she would have to do all the work. That was fine with her and she didn't have to look at him while they fucked….which made it a little easier to not think about Freddie.

Sam's right hand found her clit, and the combination of riding this big-dicked stranger, and rubbing her "magic button" put her on the fast track to a "pussy gushing" orgasm.

Sam's orgasm came without the usual build up. Fucking in public and fucking a stranger was too much for her; it caused her pussy to cum like it had never cummed before. If her pussy was a nuclear reactor….she would have experienced a core melt down.

Sam rocked her pelvis until all signs of her orgasm subsided. She didn't care about Lex or if he had an orgasm or not. She calmly stood, straightened her dress, and walked away…grabbing her lemonade as she passed her seat. She left the theatre without saying another word to Lex.

As Sam walked into the lobby, she could feel cum dripping down her thighs. "Damn," she said, as she changed direction towards the womens bathroom, "I guess that fucker did cum."

Sam waited in front of the Museum for about thirty minutes. The cool evening air felt good on her skin but it did nothing to reduce her sexual excitement. Sam couldn't help it….she loved fucking strangers and she loved fucking Freddie after she fucked strangers. This was her secret addiction and she had no intention of stopping.

"This is fucked up" she said to herself, "but I love it."

At 7:25 PM she received a text from Freddie. He was on his way out. A few minutes later Freddie walked out of the museum and Sam began to smile. She had plans for Freddie.

As they sat down for dinner, at a rather large table in the back of the restaurant, Freddie couldn't help but notice the flushed look on Sam's face. "You have this look," Freddie said.

Sam's eyes bulged. " she thought, "he knows something."

"Yea," Freddie continued, "you look like you want me."

"Well Freddie, of course I want you. I've been thinking about nothing but you and me all evening."

"Is that right?" Freddie said.

"Yes, and if you drop under this table, you'll find out just how much I've been thinking about you."

Freddie smiled and slid down the front of his chair and crawled over to Sam's pussy. She slid forward and spread her legs. She closed her eyes as Freddie's tongue slid into her previously cock filled hole.

Freddie thought as he sucked and licked Sam's greasy slit. "This pussy is dripping with juice...she's on fire."

Sam whispered to herself, "That's it Freddie... eat my slutty pussy. Eat momma's hot nasty, spunk hole."

Sam's concentration was broken by the waiter's voice. "Miss, are you ready to order?"

She clinched her teeth and answered as best she could, "I'll need... a little more time... come back... in about ten minutes?"

The waiter just shook his head and responded, "certainly," and then he walked away.

Sam whispered directions to freddie, loud enough for him to hear. "You've got ten minutes...you had better make me cum twice."