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BOOK THREE - PART ONE - CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
Later that night, Sam and Cat were curled up together on the couch in front of the TV. After a few hours of lying around and doing nothing, Cat had managed to talk Sam into watching Titanic, her favorite movie. It wasn't Sam's preferred genre, but they had just made it past the sex scene, and now Cat was squirming—Sam really couldn't complain. "It's funny how this turns you on so much," she remarked with a small smile. "You don't even like guys. Do you have some weird thing about Leonardo DiCaprio?"
"No, but the girl is really pretty," Cat admitted sheepishly. "And I've always wanted to do it in a car."
Sam looked at her in surprise. "Yeah?"
"Mm-hmm. Somewhere kind of in public. I wanna do it 'til the car shakes," Cat confessed. "The thought of that has always been a huge turn-on. I don't know why."
"Huh." Sam definitely wasn't opposed to that. "You should've told me before. I'd totally be down for doing that; it sounds really hot. You have a car, right?"
"Um, no. I don't drive. But if you can drive, I can probably convince Robbie to let us borrow one of his," Cat said playfully. "We can go park it somewhere and have some fun."
"Okay, I'm in," Sam readily agreed. "We'd have to be really careful, though. I don't have a license, first of all—and if we get caught, that's public indecency, and I could be in real trouble. But it's totally worth the risk. Some night soon, okay?"
"Not tonight?" Cat asked, barely concealing her disappointment.
Sam shifted slightly and mumbled, "Well, we already have plans for tonight, remember? And I think it'll help me relax more if we could do it in bed. I'd just be more comfortable, and…"
Cat leaned in and kissed her. Neither of them were paying attention to the movie at this point. "It's okay. That's fine." The most important thing was that Sam felt comfortable. Cat wasn't going to let herself mess this up. "We really don't have to do it if you're not ready."
"No, I wanna try. I trust you," Sam assured her. "You'll probably have to get me pretty warmed up first, though."
"We'll take it slow," Cat assured her. The movie was forgotten in the background. "Mind if I start now?"
Sam wasn't expecting much, but she replied, "Okay," and waited for her to make a move. She was surprised to see Cat pull away, turn her back to her, and then push her pajama bottoms to the floor. "Uh, what are you doing?" she asked her tentatively.
Cat bent over with one knee propped up on the coffee table, gripping the top edge of it and leaning forward so her butt was up in the air. It was the same position Sam had drawn her in. Her panties were pink with cherries on them and they left very little to the imagination. "Oops, sorry, I… slipped."
Sam sat there in shock for a moment. Then she wet her lips and chuckled, "You are so fucking hot, Cat." She grabbed her butt with one hand and gave her cheek a squeeze. Then she let go and gave it a solid smack.
Cat gasped with excitement—she hadn't been expecting that. "Mmmm, yes, spank me Momma…"
Sam hummed lowly and stuck her hand down the front of her boxers. "Can I take these off?" she asked, tugging at her panties. She didn't wait for Cat to respond before pulling them down her legs and flinging them to the floor. Then she got down on her knees behind her. She pushed Cat's upper body down and urged her to spread her legs a little further apart. Cat let Sam maneuver her until she was satisfied with her position. Then she heard her moan, "Oh, fuck…"
Cat giggled and gave her ass a little shake. "Enjoying the view?" She glanced back and could see Sam's hand moving rapidly inside her pants. "Mmmm, Sam?"
"Unnhh?" Sam grunted.
"Stop touching yourself," Cat commanded. She didn't care if it was selfish; she was almost dripping, and Sam wasn't doing anything about it.
"Sorry." Sam pulled her hand out and sat back. "Uh, can we go to the bed?"
Cat stood up, grabbed Sam's arm, and dragged her over to the bed. They quickly shed their clothes and then scrambled under the covers together.
Sam grabbed Cat's chin and crashed their lips together, and Cat carefully climbed on top of Sam. As they made out heatedly, Cat tangled her fingers in Sam's hair and thrusted against her thigh, leaving a wet mess there. Finally, Cat couldn't help herself anymore—she broke away from Sam's lips, climbed fully on top of her, and straddled her face without a word.
Sam grabbed Cat's hips to adjust her into place above her. Her moan was muffled as Cat began rocking. Cat's knees dug into the pillow, and she held onto the headboard while Sam worked expertly. It wasn't long before Sam couldn't take it anymore—her hand went down between her own legs to rub away some of the pressure.
Eventually Cat lost control and whined, "I want you to fuck my pussy, Momma." She wanted to encourage the dirty talking, hoping Sam would go along with it.
"Oh, yeah?" Sam lifted her hand up and slipped her fingers between Cat's folds. She circled her clit a couple times. "How bad do you want it?"
Cat whimpered in desperation. "So fucking bad. Oh my God, please…"
Sam chuckled quietly. She closed her lips over Cat's clit and slid her first two fingers inside. She licked her with repeated strokes and slowly began pumping them in and out, curling them slightly with each thrust.
"Yes—oh God yes, thank you, Momma," Cat moaned loudly and worked her hips. Before long, she was practically humping Sam's mouth, whose tongue never stopped moving. "Feels so good… ohmyGod, I'm getting close already…"
"Mmmm, gimme your come, Cat," Sam slurred wetly.
"Don't stop," Cat gasped, "Don't stop. Sam—"
"Hmm?"
"Put your finger in my butt," Cat moaned, "Just one. And don't stop fucking me."
"Seriously?"
"Sam!"
Sam did as she was told, slipping about half of her pinky in. Then she continued to curl her fingers and lick up her wetness, gradually increasing in speed. Finally, she closed her lips around Cat's clit and rapidly flicked her tongue in a particular pattern; a surefire way to get her off every time.
Cat gasped as she slipped over the edge, crying out loudly and grinding down hard against Sam. Her body shook and her toes curled as she clung to the headboard. Sam continued the motions until she was fully spent. After several lingering seconds, Cat climbed off of her and flopped down on the bed beside her, panting as she curled into her side.