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BOOK TWO - PART ONE - CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
"Sam?" Cat whispered as she entered the bathroom.
Sam cracked open a stall door and motioned for her to come in. It was the furthest one from the entrance, up against the wall. The room was empty except for the two of them, thankfully.
Cat joined Sam in the cramped stall. Her heart was pounding with adrenaline. "What are we doing?" she quietly asked her.
"I just wanted a minute alone with you." Sam grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her in for a deep kiss. It went on for a long time. Every time Cat would try to end it, Sam would pull her back in. Eventually, she stopped resisting. They made out frantically, grabbing at each other's bodies with Cat's back up against the wall. After a couple of minutes, Sam began to slide her hands down from Cat's shoulders to her chest. She broke away from her lips just long enough to ask, "Can I?"
"Please," Cat practically whined. Sam's hands slid down and palmed her breasts, and a soft moan escaped Cat.
"Shhh…" Sam warned her, smiling against her lips. She touched her through her shirt until even her padded bra wasn't enough to hide her stiffened nipples. "Fuck," Sam breathed, kissing down her neck and around her collar, to every last inch of exposed skin. Then she left a sizeable hickey near her collarbone that was just barely coverable by her shirt—low necklines wouldn't be an option for a while.
After a minute, Cat quietly gasped, "Sam…"
"Mmmm?"
"I'm wet," Cat nearly whispered.
Sam moaned breathlessly. "Can I touch you under your skirt?"
"Yes. Yes. Please." Cat was suddenly extremely glad she hadn't worn pants today.
Sam slipped her hand down and ran it up the inside of Cat's thigh, making her gasp. "You gotta be quiet," she warned her again. Then she moved her fingers between her legs and felt her through her underwear. "Mmmfuck, you are wet. You soaked through your panties," she smirked, nipping at Cat's neck.
"It's your fault," Cat defended herself sheepishly.
"My fault? Don't try to blame it on me," Sam teased, "You know how dirty you can be, letting me touch you in public like this. What would all our friends out there think?"
Sam's words only further excited Cat. "OhmyGod Sam—" She was clutching Sam's shoulders but was careful of her left-hand side. "I need you; I need you so bad…"
"Yeah? What do you need me for?" Sam asked, almost daringly.
"I need—I need you inside me," Cat forced out, blushing when she heard herself say it. "Please just—" Her words were cut off as she felt Sam pull the crotch of her panties to the side and then slide her fingers down between her folds. She circled her clit a few times and Cat moaned openly.
Sam quickly moved in and kissed her to muffle the sound. "You gotta be more quiet or someone's gonna hear us in here."
Cat was already beyond the point of caring. She was flushed, her chest was heaving for breath, and her eyes were half-lidded with desire. "Sam, please…"
"You sure?" Sam asked, mostly just to tease her.
Cat reached down between her legs, grabbed Sam's wrist, and pulled her hand in closer. "I want—please just… fuck me..!"
Sam gave out a soft hum of excitement. She circled Cat's entrance with the tip of her finger, but didn't move inside yet.
"Sam, fuck me," Cat begged, louder this time, desperately. "Please..!"
Sam finally obliged her, slowly slipping two fingers halfway in. She started to move them, but the angle was awkward. "Sorry; give me a sec." She pulled out again.
"Sam…" Cat whimpered.
Sam tugged Cat's panties down. Then she grabbed one of her ankles and guided her to prop her foot up on the edge of the toilet seat. Cat spread her legs to give Sam more room, then Sam shifted in closer. She reached down and resumed the motion steadily. "Better?"
"Yes," Cat breathed, her eyes closing, "Oh, God, yes; don't stop…"
Sam kissed her neck. "You like that?"
"Feels so good," Cat quietly moaned. She enjoyed the rhythmic strokes of Sam's fingers for a while, grinding down against her. "Can you…" She hesitated, but Sam was looking at her expectantly. "I… I want you to touch my clit too. Can you do that?"
Sam raised her eyebrows. It wasn't often that Cat made such a direct request. Eager to please her, Sam tried to angle her hand to use her thumb, but she couldn't manage it in this position. So instead, she slid her other hand down to circle Cat's clit with her fingers. It wasn't the most comfortable position, and before long, she stopped, unable to continue. Her chest ached, and it was painful enough to turn her off a little. Embarrassed, she mumbled, "I'm really sorry, Cat; I don't think I can—"
"No, I'm sorry; I forgot. You don't need to do that," Cat told her reassuringly. "It's okay. This is enough."
"Can you come from this?" Sam asked her openly. She didn't stop the slow thrusts of her fingers.
Cat knew she couldn't, but she didn't want to lie. She moved her own hand down. "Do you mind if I just do it?" Sam looked like she was trying to hide that she was offended, so Cat quickly explained, "You don't have to stop, just—"
Sam moved in and kissed her deeply and slowly, with all the passion she could muster. Then she began lowering herself down to her knees.
Cat caught her good shoulder, her eyes wide. "What are you doing?"
Sam wet her lips and looked up at her. "What do you think?"
"But… we're in public. In a bathroom stall." Cat didn't feel like it was the most sanitary of places.
Sam kissed her way up the inside of her thigh, slipping her head underneath her skirt. She stopped before she made it to her destination and said, "Can I?"
Cat scoffed. "Well—I don't—" Her pitiful efforts to resist weren't enough to stop the inevitable. Sam lost her patience and closed her lips over her, and Cat inhaled sharply. Then Sam added her fingers back into the mix, and Cat rocked her hips, chasing her tongue. She hitched her skirt up around her waist until it stayed, then reached down and tangled her fingers in Sam's hair with both hands. "Oh, God, yes…"
Sam nearly growled with excitement, then looked up with piercing blue eyes without removing her mouth from its position. The intensity of her stare made Cat start trembling.
"Do that again," Cat requested suddenly after several seconds.
Sam immediately obliged her. "Mmmmlike that?"
"Yes, just like that; don't stop doing that…" Cat bit her tongue to contain the noises that wanted to escape, then moaned, "OhGod, faster—" Sam obeyed each of her requests, keeping up a steady rhythm until Cat eventually blurted, "I'm close." It had taken only a few minutes for her to get there.
"Mmmm," Sam hummed, speeding up a bit more and putting in extra effort. Without stopping, she slurred, "Fucking give it to me, Cat. Come in my fucking mouth; I wanna taste it."
"Oh, God, I'm gonna come, Sam; you're gonna make me come—" Cat gasped. She tightened her grip on Sam's hair and felt herself slipping over the edge as the familiar fluttery feeling filled her lower stomach.
Right then, the bathroom door opened, and someone walked in.
Cat did everything she could to silence herself, biting her tongue and throwing her hand over her mouth, but a high-pitched squeak still escaped. Her orgasm only halfway overtook her—Sam stopped immediately, and Cat still felt almost painfully unsatisfied at the end of it.
"Cat..?" It was Tori. She peeked under the gap of the stall door. Sam was on her knees, facing Cat, whose panties were on the floor. Thankfully, she couldn't see much, but it didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on. The sight made her blush deeply, and she staggered away, covering her eyes. "Oh, my God! What the hell are you guys doing?!"
"Tori?" Cat was relieved it wasn't Jade—she probably would've already kicked open the stall door. "Ummm, we're not—just—nothing!"
"We'll be out in a sec," Sam spoke up. She sounded annoyed from being interrupted, but not at all embarrassed.
"Uh… Bryson's been looking for you guys, so you should probably—"
"Give us a second, please," Cat repeated firmly.
Tori sounded uncomfortable when she said, "Right. Um… sorry. We'll be waiting."
Sam and Cat heard the bathroom door close. Inside the stall, Sam pushed herself to her feet, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. "You didn't come, did you?"
"Not all the way. It felt like it was gonna start, but then it… didn't," Cat mumbled. "Ugh, why'd she have to walk in right then?!" Cat turned her back to her and discreetly cleaned herself up with a swath of toilet paper. There was nothing she could do about her wet panties, so she pulled them back up and tried not to think about it.
"I'll make it up to you later," Sam told her, kissing her neck again. "'Cause we have plans, remember?" She was referring to their new toy, of course—she'd been looking forward to it all day.
Cat definitely remembered. "That's only if you go through with recording your song," she reminded her. "Which is up next, by the way."
"Mine's Track Number Four?" Sam looked nervous suddenly.
Cat kissed her again. She tasted herself on her lips, which was extremely sexy. "I'll be singing with you. We can do as many takes as we need to, so don't worry about messing up. Are you ready?"
"I… guess so."
Feeling very unsatisfied, Cat flushed the toilet, took her hand, and unlocked the stall door. She could hardly wait until later tonight. "Let's go."
Sam let go of her hand and stayed behind. "Do you think you could just give me a couple more minutes to, uh, sort myself out?"
"Everyone's waiting for us," Cat reminded her.
"Give me two minutes. I just… I need to cool down," Sam told her. "I won't be able to focus if I go out there right now. Tell them I'll be right out. Please."
"Okay," Cat agreed. She kissed her again and said, "Don't take too long." Then she headed for the door.