Josh was not particularly thrilled at the fact that Alyssa was with Sam, but he could deal, especially since Sam seemed to be pretty occupied with a lovely, small, silky haired individual. He knew all about the breif relationship that went on between Alyssa and Sam, and he honestly couln't blame her on that note. But, he also was thrilled when they had broken up. Seeing them together still made him want to tear his hair out and bellow.
"Hello, there Sam," he said cooly. "And hello to you," he said as he turned to Alyssa. He leaned down and kissed her, as if to show Sam that this was his property, and he was to go nowhere near it.
"Nice to see you too, Josh," Sam replied sarcastically. He watched with pure disgust as Josh clearly marked Alyssa as his own. Alyssa was suprised, but not angered at his behavior. At least he's not beating Sam up, she thought as he drew back. She smiled up at Josh with a quizzical look on her face. She laughed.
"What was that for?" Josh just smiled at her. "Ready to go?" she said to him.
"Yup. The jeep's in the front," Josh said. "Bye guys. Nice to meet you... er-"
"Chelsea," she cut in. "My name is Chelsea."
"Nice to meet you, Chelsea," Josh replied, and walked away with his arm around Alyssa's waist. When he saw that neither girl was looking, he flicked Sam off. Sam winced. He was sick of fighting with Josh. Josh was one of those guys who thought the world should revolve around him and that he was God's gift to the human race. He had, after all, shagged his girlfriend's mom.
"He seems really sweet," Chelsea said after picking a piece of lint off Sam's shirt. "They're such a cute couple." Sam just grunted quietly and leaned down and kissed her.
"I don't really like him. It's nothing personal, I just don't."
"I understand. It's just like that for some people. C'mon, let's get going."
"Yeah, ok," He then grabbed her, lifted her over his shoulder and began to run towards the house. She was laughing, and her soft hair was streaming behind her and glistening in the morning sunlight. The undersides of her breasts were pressed against his shoulder, and he had hisarm tightly around around her waist. His laughing stopped abruptly and his breathing thickened. He wanted her, badly. And she knew it. She felt his step quicken and his grip tighten.
"Sam," she whispered, and she knew that she wanted him just as much he wanted her.
They got up onto the porch and the late summer morning breeze watched over them. She struggled and slipped out of his grip and tugged on his hand. Somehow, through spurts of kissing, they ended up in Sam's bedroom.
"Chel," he said, his breathing still heavy as she began to pull at the buttons on his shirt. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Yes."
She peeled his shirt off of him and ran her hands over his chest. He was wondering why he was having this intense reaction to her. He thought the only one who he could feel this for was Alyssa, but apparently not. Not that they had ever gone all the way. Chelsea seemed inexperienced in sex, and he hoped that he would be able to help her as their relationshiop grew.
Somehow they managed to get all their clothes off before falling into a heap on the bed. Maybe Alyssa's not the only one, Sam thought. Maybe this is love...