Samantha fulfills her end of the deal. Contains some sexual content! Please review!
Samantha stood in front of her bedroom mirror, it still hung in the closet, so many memories of putting on grunge clothing and disappearing into the night up to no good. It could be fun tagging and being disorderly at least until Hicks crashed the party. She still remembered on prom night when everyone was out having the so-called time of their lives, she was keying people's car in the parking lot and shooting off fireworks.
"I'm going on a date with my sister. You're going on a date with your sister," she said this under her breath as she checked over her options to wear; maybe she was trying to convince herself this was really happening, maybe it was her way of getting through this.
"Oh, Sam!" Tara sang from downstairs, "Where are you?"
Samantha sighed; this was probably as ready as she was ever going to be.
Samantha walked down the stairs and got a whiff of scented candles. Great. She just knew her eyes were going to be watering during this, she always found them too strong no matter if it was vanilla or something actually strong exotic blend. She found Tara sitting at the dining room table, she was wearing tight skinny jeans and a black blouse, no color which was kind of not like her.
"You look, lovely, Sam," Tara grinned, Samantha didn't even realize she was showing a little bit of cleavage at first, she wasn't sure if that mattered.
"You really didn't have to go to so much trouble," Samantha said, worried by how much preparation Tara made for this date, she covered the table with flowers and candles.
"I had to make it special for you," Tara said, eyes all full looking up at her, she stopped Samantha before she pulled the chair out herself, she rushed over and helped her.
"Oh, um, thanks," Samantha said, understanding what she was doing; she swore Tara sniffed the back of her head.
Tara sat down, Samantha was ready to dig in but Tara raised her wine glass, "To us."
Samantha raised hers reluctantly, "To us."
They clinked glasses, while Tara drank hers quickly, Samantha took her time, she knew she shouldn't, Tara obviously wasn't the killer, they arrested those two, open and shut case. Tara watched her drink it, maybe she wanted everything perfect, no flaws in her plan, Samantha had to love it all; she might not be capable of murder didn't mean she wasn't up to something.
Samantha had to admit, the steak she prepared was good, the pasta was excellent, she had learned a lot in the years since her absence. The one thing Samantha wasn't counting on was having a good time. Catching up with Tara was great, she had forgotten this was even supposed to be a date, she was just happy to be in her life again. No Ghostface or mother to deal with; Tara had a movie that was her favorite setup to play in the living room, of course they both had a soft spot for John Hughes.
Everything was fine, big bowl of popcorn, more wine but then Tara did the unexpected and put her arm around the older woman's shoulder, Samantha jolted forward at her touch and spilled wine one her shirt.
"Oh shit!" Tara had a bit of napkin and dabbed it onto Samantha's shirt.
"Ah! Tara what are you doing?"
Drunkenly the girl made things worse by spreading it, some went down Samantha's peek of cleavage too.
"I'm helping!" She snapped like an old man, "Sorry, just let me..."
"That's not working."
"Ok well here I'll put it in the machine quick."
Samantha groaned and pulled her shirt up over her head, black satin bra, she tossed the shirt to Tara who in turn spilled wine on herself by purposely tipping it without even making it look accidental.
Samantha was speechless, "Why would you do that?"
"Whoops," she pulled her shirt over her head.
"Tara..."
"Now we match."
Samantha shook her head, she was frustrated but couldn't help but smile, this brought back memories from those days when the 5 foot nothing would always copy her.
"Come on, you're having fun," Tara took their shirts and disappeared for a moment, "I saw that," Samantha caught herself watching Tara walk away, she couldn't have felt more embarrassed if she tried.
When Tara returned Samantha decided it was good to talk her sister off this crazy horse she was on; it sounded a lot better in her head, but she always made big decisions after she had a few, it was the only way her young mind knew how to function since she was 15.
"Tara," she said taking a hold of Tara's shoulder, at first Tara thought she just slapped her but laughed when she got a look at just how drunk she was, "Seriously. Stop laughing," Samantha said before catching a case of the giggles herself.
"Sam," Tara said, holding her upright, "I think it's about time I got this off my chest."
Tara unhooked her bra one handed like it was a magic trick, Samantha's eyes darted outward, she couldn't believe how stacked she was.
Samantha choked up with laughter, she didn't know what else to do, she was shocked and actually impressed, she knew Tara had to be proud of having a pair of bodacious double Ds. Tara squeezed her breasts together, teasing Samantha, she even lifted one up and tried to lick her dark nipple, it made both of them laugh anyway.
"This is crazy!" Samantha covered her eyes, still laughing.
Tara took hold of her arm and pulled her hand away from her face, "Come on, these are awesome, right?" She bounced up and down on the couch to make them shake. After the laughter died down they looked each other in the eye, "It's nice seeing you smile."
Samantha got all shy and turned away but Tara wasn't having it, she caressed her chin until she faced her again.
"Wanna give them a little kiss, babe?"
Samantha frowned, "Tara..."
"It'll be fun. Have you ever sucked a titty before?" Samantha shook her head, "It'll be good I swear. I mean I haven't but I bet it's wild."
"Tara...we're...we can't."
"Whose going to know?" She smirked, Samantha couldn't resist her slyness, something about the younger woman being so confident, being so bad and rebellious, maybe that on top of the wine made her lower her guard and lose all senses; Tara even poured a bit of wine sensually down her chest, an open invitation.
The next thing Samantha knew, Tara was guiding her and she had her head down sucking on the beautiful soft things like they were candy. Tara let out soft moans, enjoying the feeling of Samantha's plump lips making her nipples erect.
A loud bang outside the window briefly sobered them, Samantha jumped, her head tilted like an obedient canine.
"What was that?!"
Tara pretended to look around, this was a bad time to be ruining this perfect moment, "Uh, I didn't hear anything."
She pushed Samantha's head back down, she relaxed and let Samantha continue to nurse her nipple; if only both of them paid attention they might have seen the reflection on the TV of the Ghostface outside the window.
To be continued...