| Straight: College: Friday's at Sam's (1/4) |
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She had met him when she first moved there. She was 13, he was 16. She had met him through one of her brothers and a local teen group. Funny thing was they got along better than he did with her brothers. They became good friends and always hung out, especially once they had both graduated from high school. They had seen each other through highest highs and lowest lows. It seemed once she had turned 18 and graduated high school, her mother didn't care who she hung out with, if she stayed out all night, or if she stayed over at his house. Sam was Tabitha's best and closest friend and she had loved him for years. She had realized how she loved him in the middle of her junior year of high school but she also acknowledged the fact that nothing would happen between them, he had said on numerous occasions that they could never date because they knew one another too well. She was content just being around him. He had cobalt eyes and short-ish brown hair that she messed with, making it stand up in tuffs. He had always been obsessed with his hair, but he allowed her to mess it up, just shaking his head at her and then smoothing it down. She would always stand it up again. When told him it made him look hot, he always left it be. He was well built having wonderfully toned muscles. He was about an inch taller than her. They showed each other signs of affection- it was the kind of girl Tabitha was and the kind of guy Sam was. At first, it was just small loving touches but as they grew older and hung out more, the touches became more and more sexual. From light, brief touches down to outright groping and fondling. During the summer between her freshman and sophomore years in college, she spent every Friday night with him, drinking a little and flirting a lot. By this time, they were so comfortable with one another, that they would openly grope one another, and they would give one another little kisses. Tabitha always said it was just a kiss, no. People at the parties always wondered about them, and Sam told them what he had told Tabitha so long ago, nothing would ever be between them, they knew each other too well. Sam was engaged over the school year but had broken off the engagement early in the summer, for some unknown reason. Tabitha had spent the week after he had broken it off, with him, consoling away his pain. Now, weeks later, he was his old self again and copping a feel whenever she was near enough. Her favorite activity was grabbing his ass and kneading her catch, which was his favorite game too. He introduced her to a friend of his, and Tabitha and this guy hit it off, talking for several hours about nothing really. She drank, but never in excess. She didn't like not being in control of her actions, especially around people she didn't know too well. She always felt safe around Sam and she knew his friends could be trustworthy but she just didn't know them well enough. She drank some this night and they seemed to be pushing drinks at her, but she knew her limits and how to get away with not drinking at parties. They danced for a while, Sam watching the hypnotic swaying of her hips. She kept throwing him knowing looks, when she caught him |
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