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BOOK TWO - PART TWO - CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE

"Oh my God, that feels good," Cat moaned, grinding against Sam's mouth.

"So fucking wet," Sam slurred, then gave out a low growl and went faster.

"It's your fault," Cat smiled playfully. "I can't believe you were touching me with our friends in the room—that's so dirty, Sam."

"You liked it," Sam chuckled. She raised a hand and gave Cat's butt a solid smack, and Cat gasped and rutted against her. Sam swirled her tongue around until Cat was trembling.

"OhmyGodSamdon'tstop—" Cat continued to work her hips. Her movements were getting jerky. She gripped the headboard as the familiar tight feeling spread throughout her stomach. "Nnngh, f-fuck…"

"Give me your come, Cat," Sam mumbled, then gave her several more wide licks.

Cat took a few shaky breaths, trying to delay the inevitable for as long as she could. Finally, her body went rigid. "I'm gonna… fuck—fuck, I'm coming—Sam..!" Cat screamed as she lost control. Her body shook and she exploded a warm flood of liquid all over Sam's mouth and chin. She was so caught off guard that her orgasm ended early and she scrambled away from her, horrified with herself.

Sam coughed once, licked her lips, and gave out a surprised laugh. "Whoa. Was not expecting that." She was a total mess. Her hand was still moving down between her legs.

Cat looked about ready to burst into tears. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry; I don't know how that even happened." She had never lost control of her bladder during an orgasm before—she didn't understand how Sam wasn't gagging in disgust right now. "Um—hold on, let me go grab some towels—"

"Cat," Sam said, sitting up a little. Cat was still frantically trying to get away. Sam caught her side and stopped touching herself. "Hey… hey, relax. It's totally okay."

"I'm sorry," Cat choked out, panicked. "Let me just—"

"Cat… Cat!" Sam sat up, chuckled. "Calm down, okay? You just squirted; it's not a big deal."

"But I… I peed all over you," Cat sobbed.

"No, you didn't. Not exactly. Some girls can squirt when they come—it's pretty common," Sam assured her. "Some guys even see it as, like, an achievement to get your girl to do it. You have nothing to be ashamed of; I promise."

Cat wasn't sure if she was being truthful or just trying to make her feel better. "I'm gonna go get some towels," she mumbled, climbing out of bed and heading to the bathroom. She grabbed a small stack of them out of the cabinet, brought them to Sam, and then went back into to the bathroom again. She grabbed her phone off the dresser before closing the door, saying, "I'll be right back."

Inside the bathroom, Cat took a couple of minutes to clean herself up. Then, feeling helpless, she picked up her phone and dialed a familiar number.

Jade's voice came on the line after four rings. "Cat? I just got home. What's up?"

Cat huddled into the furthest corner of the bathroom and lowered her voice to a whisper. "I need help. Something really embarrassing just happened and I don't know what to do."

Sounding slightly amused, Jade asked, "What the hell happened?"

"Well, Sam says I squirted, but I'm pretty sure I just had an accident while we were having sex," Cat quietly tried to explain. "I'm so embarrassed I feel like I'm gonna cry. What should I do?"

Jade laughed. "Wait, seriously? What were you doing? Was it a lot?"

"She was using her mouth on me. And yes, it was a lot," Cat explained, upset. "I can tell she's probably just trying to be nice about it so she won't hurt my feelings."

"Well, she got off too, right?"

"Um, no. I ran to the bathroom pretty much right after it happened," Cat mumbled. "But I doubt she'd want to anymore. She's probably totally grossed out."

"Cat, it's happened to me quite a few times. It's normal," Jade told her, chuckling. "And I'm sure Sam knows that, too. You should really go back out there."

"It has?"

"Yeah. Sometimes we even try to make it happen on purpose," Jade replied. "You have nothing to be worried about; trust me. Now go back out there and get your girl, would you?"

"'Kay 'kay. Thanks, Jade." Cat hung up the phone. Then she looked in the mirror and took a deep breath. If Sam and Jade were both saying this whole thing was normal, it must be normal. And Cat was far from finished. She opened the bathroom door and crept back out into the room.

Sam had quickly cleaned herself up with the towels and then laid them out over the wet spot on the bed. Now she was on her back on top of the covers, completely naked, rubbing herself desperately with one knee angled outwards and her eyes tightly shut. Her other hand was grabbing her right breast, pinching her nipple, and she was mumbling something under her breath.

Cat couldn't quite make out what she was saying, but she was pretty sure she heard her name at least once. She dared to inch closer until she was right at the foot of the bed, just like before. It wasn't hard to tell that Sam was much wetter than last time.

Sam worked her fingers in a repetitive diagonal up and down motion right over her clit, every once in a while pausing to move down and slip her middle finger inside. She continued for a minute or so before she finally opened her eyes and found Cat standing over her, less than a few feet away, and she panicked. She launched herself out of bed and stood covering herself with both hands. "What the f—?!" Several seconds later, she was still catching her breath. "Cat, I told you not to fucking sneak up on me like that!"

Cat felt bad—she hadn't meant to scare her. "I'm really sorry. I couldn't help it." She reached out to grab her arm, but Sam shook her off and stepped back.

"Don't," Sam demanded shakily. "Fuck." She turned her back to her and covered her face with her hands.

Cat felt extremely guilty—she could see Sam's shoulders shaking and was pretty sure she was crying. She wanted to reach out and touch her, but she stopped herself. "Sam?"

Sam didn't respond.

Cat sighed. "Hey," she murmured, stepping up and very carefully placing a hand on her back, "You know I'd never hurt you, right?"

Sam hesitated for a second, then mumbled, "Yeah." There were tears on her face.

"Come here." Cat pulled her in and wrapped her arms around her. "You can trust me, Sammy. I'm really sorry for watching you, but… I love you, and I just want to see all of you, you know?" She kissed her cheek and tasted saltiness. "I know that's not an excuse. I promise it won't happen again."

"No, you're right," Sam admitted now that she'd had a minute to calm down. "You didn't do anything wrong. You just surprised me. I didn't expect you to be there." She looked almost shy as she confessed, "If… if you had asked me if you could watch, I probably would've let you, though. Just so you know."

Now Cat felt even worse. "I'll be more direct from now on," she assured her. She held both sides of Sam's face and kissed her on the lips, slowly. After a while, Cat trailed her kisses away from Sam's mouth and down the side of her neck. "I love you." She nipped at her pulse point, which got an unexpectedly enthusiastic response from Sam, so she did it again, and then again.

Sam tipped her head back and moaned. "I love you," she breathed. "Fuck, I love you, Cat…"