Chapter 39: Catching Up With Sam

Saturday, October 9, 1982 (continued)

Showered and changed, I’d met Jasmine and we’d picked Sam up. She was still a bit circumspect about my being along — Jasmine went to the house and said hello to Sam’s mom — but perhaps less. She wound up between us, and gave me a kiss before we got on the road.

We’d headed for Pho King and mostly listened as Sam talked about her year, about cheerleading, about Jessica — both her hero and role model — and about her goals and how she was chasing them. I was proud. She seemed like she was a bit more grounded than either Dani or Lexi had been as freshmen. Most likely seeing their stumbles had helped her.

Jessica had nearly insisted that Sam go full-speed on gymnastics as well as cheer. I had no idea if Sam was star-quality or not, but if Jessica thought it was worthwhile, I’d bow to her judgment any day. Sam was still fourteen, which wasn’t quite over the hill in women’s gymnastics. I could state with authority that Sam Myers hadn’t been Olympic-level in 1984 during my first go-round, but would that remain true? And, even if not, she might have been a college standout and I’d never have known it.

The ripples here were harder to detect. I’d barely even seen Jessica outside of pep rallies and the like during my first go-round. I might well have never even noticed Sam, much less known her. We could be changing things almost not at all, or an enormous amount, and I’d never know.

I would guess ‘enormous amount’ for Jessica, of course. She’d changed course and she knew it. Would someone else have done that for her? I couldn’t imagine it. I think she needed the experience of meeting a boy who wouldn’t sacrifice everything for the dream of Jessica. And she needed a male friend who she could always count on to be a friend, not angling for more.

But ... who knows? And with Sam, the ‘who knows?’ was even bigger.

Jasmine’s house was quiet and dark when we arrived home. Camille and Francis were out at a party. Reading the subtext from what Jasmine had said earlier, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it was the sort of party that people in an open marriage might particularly enjoy.

Sam and Jasmine each grabbed one of my hands and tugged me towards her bedroom. “C’mon! Time’s a wasting!” Jasmine said.

“And I’ve been waiting! And waiting!” Sam said, giggling.

I let myself be tugged, of course. Why wouldn’t I?

Both of them attacked my clothes once we were in her room. It didn’t take them long. Jasmine planted a quick kiss on my cock — which was happy to see both of them — and then Sam duplicated her kiss, adding a lick.

The two of them grinned, hugged each other, then kissed, deeply. Breaking the kiss, they started undressing each other, each frequently looking my way and winking, or making air kisses, or licking their lips, or ... well, they had quite a few expressions.

Once naked, Sam looked at Jasmine, who nodded. Sam grinned. “I get you first. We agreed.”

Jasmine nodded. “It seemed reasonable, since we get far more chances.”

“Well, you are my social calendar, after all...” I said.

She pretended to scowl, but couldn’t hold it. “Fine, you win, this time.”

I looked between the two of them. “Oh, I very much am a winner, I think.”

Sam giggled, coming over to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I think I’m a winner, too.” Then she kissed me, warm and deep, which I returned happily.

Then she broke the kiss and grinned. “On the bed. I wanna be on top!”

“Your wish is my command,” I said, lying back.

She got a condom, tearing open the package carefully, then rolling it onto me. “I paid attention last time!” she said. “I expect I’ll get to this point with someone else before too long, but ... not yet.”

“When it’s right, I think you’ll know,” Jasmine said. “Just listen for that little voice saying you really like and really trust this person.”

Sam nodded. “I really like and really trust both of you! But, yeah, I need a guy of my own. A good one. Or a girl. Or both.”

She moved over me, guiding her pussy against my cock, and promptly knocking it out of the correct angle. “Oops!”

She did that again, and then I reached down and helped guide things. With that assistance, she sank down, surrounding me. We both moaned at the feelings.

“Ooooooooh yes!” she said, wiggling her hips. “Yes!” Then she started moving up and down, wiggling more, moaning, tossing her head a bit.

I reached down, hands finding her breasts, caressing.

“Yesssssss!” she cried. She kept up her pace, crying out several times with small orgasms. I could tell she was building towards something bigger, and soon enough, she announced it. “S ... soon ... oh, soon ... oh God ... more ... I ... Steve ... Steve, cum ... oh...”

That sent me over the edge, pressing up against her, cumming. And that, in turn, sent her over the edge, too, wailing and shaking, then collapsing against my chest, into my arms. I held her and stroked her back until she recovered.

“Whew! Ooooh! I needed that!”

I tipped an imaginary hat. “My pleasure to oblige!”

She giggled. “I could tell!”

We stayed snuggled up for a few minutes, but then she slipped off me, getting rid of the condom and licking at my cock. Jasmine joined her after a few seconds. Two-way blow-jobs are ... well ... wonderful, but also strange and sometimes ungainly. But ... mostly wonderful. My cock agreed, getting hard in no time.

Sam continued to direct things. “Okay, so ... this time ... um...” She got on the bed on her back, with her head near the foot of the bed. “Jasmine ... um...”

Jasmine came over. “Move over you?”

“Yeah. That,” Sam said, giggling.

Jasmine moved into 69 position over Sam, who moaned, “You know what to do, Steve!” before her mouth attached itself to Jasmine’s pussy.

I was pretty sure I did know. I moved behind Jasmine, teasing her pussy with my cock, then sliding in. That got a moan from both of them, and a tongue that kept moving between me and Jasmine.

No part of this was designed to let me hold out all that long. Having just cum helped, but the two of them looked so hot, and sounded so hot, and...

Anyway. I lasted longer than the first time, but shorter than I might’ve wanted to. Jasmine came at least three times, between the two of us, and Sam clearly had at least two. On Jasmine’s third, I pressed in and exploded into her. I’m not quite sure which of them moaned louder, but — since they both sounded the same, and Sam’s was quite muffled — it was probably Sam.

Jasmine rose up after I’d finished and moved away, Sam diving in with relish, driving Jasmine to another orgasm before she collapsed, mumbling something like “Too much!”

I hugged both of them, kissing Sam and then Jasmine.

Sam grinned. “I’m so glad we got to do this!”

Jasmine mumbled something like “Me, too.” She seemed a bit out of it, still.

After a while, Sam looked into my eyes. “Can you ... um ... again?”

I nodded. “Most likely, with a little convincing.”

“Ooh. Well. Since what I’d really like to do is, um ... convincing ... that sounds good! Lie back!”

I did, and she knelt beside me, tongue flicking and licking at me. I stroked her hair and watched. She was looking up to me, grinning, as she kept going. She tried to throat me several times, but that wasn’t happening tonight.

Jasmine recovered after a bit and scooted around to kiss me, snuggling in, her hand joining me in stroking Sam’s hair. It took a little longer, but eventually I felt the familiar pressure growing. “Soon, Sam. Soon!”

“Mmmmm!” she moaned around my cock, eyes sparkling. A few more strokes and I let go, filling her mouth with cum as she swallowed, apparently eagerly.

She kept going until I was done, then licked and sucked me clean. Then she moved up and kissed Jasmine, who moaned immediately. I was pretty sure Sam had held a bit back for Jasmine, seeing how the kiss was going.

Soon I had two girls snuggling with me, one on either side.

“We have to do this again!” Sam said, grinning.

“I imagine we will,” Jasmine said, smiling back.

“Like I said ... it’s my pleasure to oblige,” I said.

Both of them giggled at that.

We just snuggled for a bit, then all got up and headed for the shower. A bit of slippery fun later, we’d gotten all clean. Dressing is never as much fun as undressing, but we still enjoyed ourselves. Jasmine and I ran Sam back to her house, Sam in the middle, and Jasmine walked her to the door. Then we headed back to Jasmine’s, just holding hands, and I walked her to the door and into the living room.