CHAPTER SIX
Sometime around midnight I awoke with a gnawing deep in my stomach. I carefully got out of bed so as not to disturb Sam. I grabbed a robe and quietly went out to the kitchen.
I had just finished laying out the makings for a Dagwood sandwich when Sam appeared in the doorway.
"I wondered where you disappeared to. Got hungry, huh? While you are at it you can make a small one for me, I'm kind of hungry too."
"All that fantastic loving we have been enjoying has really increased my appetite."
After I had made our sandwiches I poured each of us a large glass of milk and we sat down to eat.
Around one mouthful I asked Samantha where she learned to be such a marvelous lover.
"I shouldn't tell you, I'm not the kind of girl to kiss and tell."
"Come on, what can it hurt?"
"Alright, I tell you on one condition."
"Sure, just name it."
"I'll tell you if you promise to tell me who taught you."
"I don't have any problem with that. Okay, I promise."
"It was my brother, Frank, that was the first to introduce me to the joys of love making. I used to fight him like crazy at first, but after the first couple of times I got to really enjoy it. Frankie would wait until he and I were going to be alone for a while. Then he would coax me into taking off my clothes and he would play with me. It got to the point that I never objected when he stuck his hand into my blouse to feel my breasts or reached under my skirt to pet my pussy."
"Do you remember the first time he made love to you?" I asked her.
"Certainly, it's one of my most favorite memories."
"Would you mind telling me about it?"
"Not at all. Let's see, the actual act has been etched permanently into my mind, but the details of how we got started are a little fuzzy."
"Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."
"Okay. It was a Sunday night, I think, and I was sitting in the family room watching TV. I can't remember where my folks and my other brothers were but I know they were not home and wouldn't be until very late."
"The weekend before Frankie fucked me for the first time I had gone out on my first date. My date had tried very hard to get me to go all the way with him, but somehow I had resisted. I think the guy's name was Mike, yeah, that's what it was, Mike Palmer. Anyway, he had been trying to get me to go out with him for months. My parents were very strict and refused to allow me to date until my eighteenth birthday. Practially everyone who knew me also knew my dating situation. Well, Wednesday was my birthday and Mike had convinced my that he should be my first date."
"We went to the drive-in. The movie was terrible but since it was my first date I didn't mind being there. A lot of other guys were surprised when they saw me out with Mike and I knew I would be getting lots of other offers."
"Sorry, baby, I keep getting side-tracked."
"Don't worry about it. Go on with your story."
"We were at the show, trying to make heads or tails out of the plot of the movie, with little success. Mike got me to drink some beer and started kissing me. I guess I got a little drunk. Before I knew what had happened my blouse was unbuttoned and my skirt was pushed up around my waist. Mike was sucking on my tits and his hands were rubbing my pussy through my panties. As wonderful as it felt I told him to stop or I would scream."
"I finally convinced him to quit feeling me up and demanded that he take me home, which he did."
"Throughout the next week I thought I was going to go crazy. All I could think about was how good Mike's hands and mouth had felt. Every chance I got I would explore my body with my fingers. Sex was constantly on my mind. I tried cold showers at first. But being naked in a cold shower just made things worse. As soon as I stepped out of the icy spray, my thoughts would turn to sex again. And there I'd be naked, my body inviting my fingers to touch. And touch I would. Touch until I would lean against the sink and cry out in an agony of an empty orgasm. It wasn't enough."
"At night I would toss and turn before giving in to the cravings of my body. I even tried wearing gloves when I went to bed but soon after laying down the gloves would be gone and I would be frantically trying to quench the fire in my pussy."
"That Saturday night I tried to keep myself busy. I braided my hair and painted my nails. Whenever I started to think about sex I went into the kitchen and drank a glass of cold water. I was wearing a pair of tight jeans so I wouldn't be tempted to touch myself. But the denims were so tight they kept creeping up between my pussy lips. The soft friction of my silk panties didn't help much either."
"I was slouched down in a chair trying to watch some dumb program on TV when Frankie came home early from an date. He went into the kitchen and I heard him pop the top on a can of beer and rummage around for something to eat. When he came back he dropped onto the sofa and stared straight ahead."
"`Anything wrong?' I asked."
"`Just a lousy date, that's all,' he answered, sipping his beer.'"
"`Lousy?'"
"`Yeah. Susan Stillson. Damn it.'"
"`Susan is really pretty. Lots of guys are trying to date her.'"
"`Well, they can have her.' Frankie went on sipping his beer. He had on a western shirt and a pair of Levis. I wondered how the girls could resist him. If he wasn't my brother I would have probably been wild about him."
"I tried to concentrate on the television, but his comments had sparked my curiosity. It was rumored that Susan was really wild in bed."
"`What happened?' I asked, pretending not to be interested."
"`Oh, nothing much. She didn't want to do it in a car. In fact she really didn't want to do it at all.' He reached into his pocket and tossed something on the coffee table. `Then there was this.'"