A little background on this scene: Steve is 28, this girl is 18. They met by the river in San Joaquin Valley a year before. I'm personally not even aware of any RIVERS near FRESNO, but I could be wrong.
Steve keeps wondering how come Sam is so mature at only 17 years of age. Which she's absolutely not. Jesus, she's like, "What is your tongue doing in my mouth? What is this hardness in your pants? WHAT IS THIS HEAT INSIDE OF ME?!" And she's incredibly naive in all other ways, as well. 17 years old. Sure, it was '76, but still. I blame it on the rural life. This quote says it all: “But...is it so wrong, Steve? Really? I’m almost 18...well, I will be in a few months. I sorta know what it’s about...I mean, well, ya know,” she finished lamely.
Onward!
“I thought you knew. I thought you understood. I had never met a guy like you, Steve. And ya know what? I still haven’t! Every guy I dated this past year, I compared to you. They all failed miserably! Some couldn’t wait to get in my pants. Some couldn’t wait to get drunk. Some couldn’t wait to get to a tv to watch sports. None would just sit and talk with me. And none, not a one, kissed me they way you did. When they kissed me, I felt nothing. No heat, no fire, no sparks, no delicious cravings for...well, for more!” she ranted passionately. Steve was totally captivated by her fire. It exploded all around him, but never burned him. Wild horses couldn’t have stopped him from doing what he did next. He grabbed her and kissed her, passionately, hotly, longingly.
What if a stampede of horses totally came in and trampled them, yet Steve was still making out when the dust cleared?
Sam put all the stored up emotions she had into responding to that kiss. Their tongues mated furiously.
Steve growled in his throat as his lips left hers to trail hot kissed down the side of her neck.
Sam gasped as liquid fire raced through her veins to ignite a blazing inferno in the pit of her stomach.
Steve’s hands smoothed down her arms, then moved to her ribs. One hand went round to her back, while the other slowly moved up to the underside of her breast.
Sam’s head fell back when his thumb grazed the tip of her nipple. It peaked against him. She moaned as his lips moved ever downward. His tongue slipped out to lick the hollow at the base of her throat.
Sam’s fingers tangled in his hair, tightening convulsively when his breath fanned against her breast. His lips finally closed around her nipple. Even through her thin shirt, Sam felt intense pleasure at the contact. “Oh my God,” she gasped. Steve nipped her gently.
Wait a tick. Steve is sucking on her breast *through* a shirt? WTF is up with you, man? Take the goddamn thing off! I know I sure as hell like the taste of cloth over the taste of skin.
Sam groaned.
Steve’s hand slid under her shirt. Another wave of pleasure hit Sam at this skin to skin contact.
Steve raised his head to stare into her desire glazed eyes. “Are you sure, sweet?” he whispered hoarsely.
Sam brought his face into focus. “Please,” she half moaned.
“Where’s your room?” he asked.
WHO CARES, the sofa works!!
Sam had to force herself to think. “Upstairs, on the left,” she whispered.
Steve stood and picked her up.
She must be fucking tiny.
Sam was glad because she didn’t think her legs would work.
Oh, good, I was wondering.
He strode up the stairs and into her room. He lay her gently on the bed and turned on the lamp on her nightstand. “I wanna see you, sweet. All of you,” he murmured.
Sam smiled. She sat up and reached for the hem of her shirt.
Steve stopped her. “Let me,” he implored.
Well, that wasn't particularly *imploring*, but okay.
Sam nodded.
First he slipped off her shoes. Then Steve slid his hands under her shirt. He moved them up her ribs, sliding the shirt up at the same time. Sam’s breath hissed through her teeth. He slowly pulled the shirt over her head. Her hair tumbled down her back, some of it falling forward onto her breasts. With slightly trembling hands, he moved her hair. Her breasts were small but definitely perky. He grinned as he cupped them.
WTF!? Is he like, "Aw, that's cute!" WHY DOES HE SMILE LIKE THAT? I'd be so suspicious.
Sam moaned and fell back onto the bed.
When did she get up?
Steve chuckled and slid his hands down to her waist. He quickly unbuttoned her cut-offs and pushed them down. Her panties came off with them. He pulled them off and tossed them aside. His eyes traveled up her legs to the light blonde triangle of hair at the apex of her legs.
HOLY SHITTOLA this chick has blonde pubic hair. I am scarred for life. TMI, man! T.M. fucking I.
Sam felt heat flood her entire body. She wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or desire.
SHE'S SO MATURE, STEVE!
Steve started to remove his clothes, but Sam stopped him. “I want to. I’ve never seen a man naked before. Let me explore,” she whispered.
SHE'S SO MATURE, STEVE!
Steve groaned at the suggestiveness of her words. “I don’t know now much ‘exploring’ I can take, sweet,” he rasped out.
Sam smiled, intuitively understanding his meaning. “I’ll be gentle,” she teased seductively.
Steve let out a strangled chuckle.
SHE'S SO...
Sam kneeled on the edge of the bed and slid her hands under his t-shirt, following his example. Steve moaned as her fingers moved up his chest, drawing the shirt with them. She flung the garment to the floor then let her hands roam over his flat male nipples. [Joy.] His breath hissed in as she kissed each one. Then her hands dipped lower. Her fingers grasped his jeans and unbuttoned them. The zipper came slowly down. Steve slipped off his shoes so she could tug his jeans off. He was standing in all his naked glory, for he never wore underwear.
That last sentence makes me laugh. I like the naked glory part, but the part I like even more is the, "for he never wore underwear." For his pants were too tight and we know it gets us aroused to think that Stevie is just bare-buttocksed under those damn green pants. N'est-ce pas?
Sam’s eyes widened as she took in his full arousal. “Merciful Heavens!” she exclaimed. Her eyes met his. “Are you sure it will fit??” she asked with concern.
I don't even understand how she knows what's going where. Talk about virgins, people. And yet again with the "Steve is fucking huge" business. All right, I admit it, I like that cliché. Hee hee. He's so big.
His warm laughter filled the room. “Yes, sweet, like a hand in a glove,” he replied with a wiggle of his brows.
Sam chuckled. “Ok, if you say so,” she replied dubiously.
HAS HIS BONER GONE TO SLEEP YET? I thought he couldn't take much exploring. So STOP JOKING AROUND, Stephen!
Steve pushed her back onto the bed. He lay down beside her and kissed her. Her hands moved up and down his back, tentatively caressing the cheeks of his butt.
Steve growled in his throat. He moved one hand down the side of her body. He slipped it onto her stomach and moved farther down. When he cupped her warmth, Sam stiffened slightly.
How precious.
“Easy, sweet,” he murmured against her lips. He raised up to look into her eyes. “I won’t hurt you, I promise,” he said gently.
YEAH RIGHT! You'll see.
Sam smiled and instantly relaxed.
His fingers dipped inside. Pleasure coiled where he touched her. When his fingers, slick with her juices, stroked her nub, Sam gasped at the shockwaves that pounded through her body.
They said nub!!
She clutched Steve’s shoulders. “Steve?” she gasped again.
“It’s alright, sweet. It feels good, eh? Do you like it?” he whispered as his lips blazed kisses below her ear.
“Oh God, yes,” she replied breathlessly.
His fingers continued caressing her as his lips moved down the side of her throat. When Steve’s hot mouth closed around her nipple, Sam arched up off the bed.
Her body felt as if it were on fire. Her muscles bunched and trembled.
Steve moved to lick at her belly button.
Sam thought she would die from the pleasure his lips and hands were giving her. When he moved lower still, Sam stiffened once more.
He looked up at her and smiled. Her eyes widened when he lowered his head to between her thighs. His tongue touched her and she shrieked. Her body began to shudder convulsively. Pleasure racked her body as Steve sucked on her clit and then slid his tongue into her heated center. Sam whimpered as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. [World's fastest orgasm, everyone... good lord!] The intensity of her orgasm subsided and Steve moved slowly back up her body. Her eyes were shiny with unshed tears. [It's just so beautiful... *sniff*] “You ok, sweet?” he asked softly as he smoothed her hair back from her face. “Mmm..oh yes. That was the most beautiful feeling,” she sighed.
Steve grinned. “It’s not over yet, sweet,” he murmured as he nibbled on her neck. Sam was surprised when she felt that yearning once more. [Hell, I'm surprised too. Well, not really, seeing as how this is a fuckfest and anything is probable.] As he caressed her, it increased to almost unbearable proportions. Steve eased his body over hers, settling between her legs. Sam looked up at him with all the desire and longing she felt blazing in her eyes.
“This is gonna hurt a little, sweet. No help for it,” he said hoarsely.
You *said* you weren't gonna hurt me-I mean her! Don't lie to me, Steve! I mean her.
Sam nodded, her eyes never leaving his.
His cock rested at the entrance to her warmth. He gently eased inside her lips, the slowly backed out. Once more he entered her, going a little farther. When his head reached the barrier to her womanhood, he stopped.
How the hell does he even know? Is he *that* sensitive? And what about all this fingering business he just did? Why isn't it gone by then? Her womanhood. I love it.
Sam moaned, then whimpered when he stopped the delicious movements. “Steve...please,” she whispered urgently.
Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-lish.
He applied a little pressure.
Sam took it out of his control by thrusting her hips up sharply. She gasped at the pain. Tears sprang to her eyes. Steve gritted his teeth against the urge to move, remaining perfectly still. He kissed her softly, wiping away her tears with his thumbs. “Ah, sweet, I’m sorry,” he whispered.
GOOD MOVE. Wait, does one really get that hurt? I never did. Yet I'm sure she'll *still* come anyway, that BITCH.
I'm so mature, too, Steve. Do me.
Sam clutched him to her. “Shhh...I knew it was coming. Better to get it done quickly,” she said softly.
Steve kissed her again, letting the passion consume them both.
Sam was the first to make a move. She tentatively pulled her hips back. Steve followed her lead and began the ancient dance of love. When Sam began whimpering softly, mewing like a kitten, Steve pulled almost completely out. “No, no, no,” Sam cried.
Steve drove back into her heat. Sam gasped as pleasure beyond her wildest dreams ricocheted through her body. Steve increased the tempo of his strokes. Sam found his rhythm and moved with him.
“God, you’re so tight, Sam,” he groaned as his body tightened. He felt Sam’s body begin to quiver and knew she was right there with him.
Do not say that, please. Mood is dead. You killed it. WAY TO GO, STEVE.
“Steve...oh God....please......ohhhh,” she moaned as her body shuddered and went spiraling out of control.
Steve growled her name as he drove deep into her, filling her with his cum.
*cries* Hate that spelling. Hate it forever.
Sam held Steve close to her as her world spun wildly around her. Brilliant starbursts flashed behind her eyes as she flew across the heavens with Steve right beside her.
WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFffff
Steve buried his face in the crook of her neck as he struggled to pull oxygen into his lungs. Slowly his heartbeat returned to normal. He raised up on shaky arms to gaze into Sam’s face. She had the glow of a well-loved woman. He tenderly brushed her sweaty hair back from her face. Her eyes fluttered open. Her smile was slow and warm. She framed his face with her hands and slowly brought his lips to hers. It was a deep kiss, filled with...love. Steve leaned back up again and carefully eased out of Sam’s warmth.
Wait, what's the crook of one's neck?
Okay, so it's filled with... wait... wait for it... waaaaait... love! Filled with love.
Sam groaned at the loss of him. Steve lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
Sam sighed with contentment. She ran her hand languidly up his arm. “Is it always this fantastic?” she asked.
Steve chuckled.
Fuckin' gonna get better for her stupid she's in pain and she thinks it's fantastic when she's in pain so what's it gonna be when she's not in pain I can't use punctuation too irritated
“Well, I guess that depends on the people, sweet,” he replied. “How old are you, Sam?” Steve asked suddenly.
It's about time, you jackass. He should have known, anyway, since he knew her the year before. Steve was 27 and he wanted this 17-year-old more than any other woman, ever. He said so back in the beginning of the story. That's retarded. Well, fine, it'd be nice when you're at my age now, but it's still retarded.
Sam laughed. “Kinda late to be asking, don’t ya think?” she continued to giggle. Steve grinned. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said.
“I turned 18 in January, Steve,” Sam told him.
ON HIS BIRTHDAY, TOO. I swear. WTF.
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It's really times like these that I have to wonder whether the author was too busy getting off on her own story to worry about the fact that each sentence appears to be its own paragraph.
The story continues the next morning with at least 4 more sessions, with mind-blowing orgasms as always. Old dusty roads lead to the river and they go 'round in clover. Then Sam finds out what blowjobs are (SHE'S SO MATURE) and of course finds out she's a goddamn natural at them. She comments on how "what we do" is "beautiful". Man. She's a damn *child*. Steve, you perv.
And then they stay together off and on for their whole freaking lives. Sherrie comes and goes, yet these two still get together on weekends or something like that. Sam gets mauled by a rhinoceros in Africa. Steve still fucks her paraplegic body. Sherrie tries to kill Steve out of jealousy 10 years later. It's weird.
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