Part 9

Friday, Morning

Jenna

I woke up quite a bit early, which was probably a good thing; Dad and Karla had told us to be discreet, so it would probably be best for me to be up and out of Sam's room before everyone was up and about. A glance at the clock told me it would be almost an hour before anyone was up and about. I hadn't gotten my usual full eight hours by any means, but I felt oddly well rested and alert as I came awake.

One of Sam's arms was laced behind my neck and draped over my shoulder. I lay snuggly curled against his side. He was warm and firm against me, and I felt an instant rush of happiness at finding myself in this situation upon waking. I don't know what it was exactly, but I felt a sense of rightness and contentment that made my heart flutter; I could have laid there at his side for the rest of the day and been immensely pleased by the simple inactivity of it all.

I glanced up and let my eyes play over his handsome sleeping face. This was the man I loved. I had no doubt of that at all anymore. Did I ever doubt that to begin with? It seemed as if things moved so fast, like we were leaping from stage to stage in our relationship every day. In less than a week's time, I had met and fallen in love with this wonderful boy... this wonderful man. I had given him my heart, my body, and my virginity. I had seen other teens at school going through similar motions, dating for a few days and professing sudden and overpowering love. I'd always thought those people were stupid and deluded, but now I found myself in the exact same situation, certain that Sam was without a doubt the one for me. Maybe I had been wrong all this time about those people. But part of me couldn't help but think we were different, that maybe Sam and I had something special between us.

As I contemplated our relationship and gazed up at him, a stirring of lust came over me. Memories of last night, and the night before that, and all the naughty little events peppering the week flashed through my mind. I rubbed my thighs together slightly and found that they were already slippery with my wetness. Most of it was likely remaining juiciness from last night, but I had no doubt that my pussy was seeping fresh honey as my desire for Sam built.

Feeling suddenly naughty and playful, I gently disengaged myself from Sam's side, careful not to wake him. He stirred ever so slightly as I rose and scooted stealthily as I could down the bed. I was less than graceful, but Sam didn't wake.

My face drew even with his cock, and after pulling the covers gingerly aside I spent several moments staring at it, feeling my lust growing more and more powerful. Like me, Sam hadn't bothered putting underwear back on last night. His cock lay limp and unaroused. Still, it looked immensely appealing and the sight of it fanned the flame of my want.

I ran my tongue along my lips slowly to wet them before bending my head to his crotch. I drew his limp penis into my mouth and gave a soft little suckle. His flesh was warm in my mouth. It tasted lingeringly of sex from last night. The tip of my tongue traced the narrow slit in the tip before circling outward in broad flicks to trace the contours of the pinkish cock head. I licked slowly, running a few laps around the crown of the head. A light sigh escaped me unconsciously as I nursed on my boyfriend's dick.

It grew rapidly in the embrace of my lips. It was amazing, feeling it swelling so quickly and expanding to fill my mouth. It seemed almost unnatural to me, how flesh could more than triple its size in a matter of moments, yet it was a delicious and erotic thing. My sigh turned into a barely restrained whimper, and my head began to bob on that growing shaft. Sam's cock slid wetly in and out of my mouth, gliding through my pursed and sucking lips as I greedily ran my tongue along every bit of swelling surface I could.

Sam's cock enlarged until my lips were stretched around its girth and I struggled to take him into my throat. I still had some problems with this, but I was getting better the more I tried. After two or three false starts I managed to slide the head and an inch or two of shaft down my throat. I swallowed on the meaty portion tickling at my tonsils and worked my tongue on his tasty dick.

I loved this. I felt wonderful, that I could do something nice for him, that I could give him this kind of pleasure and joy. I also loved being so close to him, so close to his cock. And in a very powerful way the feel of his throbbing shaft filling my mouth and the taste of his flesh on my tongue made my pussy quiver and seep with longing. I decided that Sam was going to be able to look forward to many, many mornings waking up just like this.

Sam began to stir to consciousness. His hips arched before he was even aware of what he was doing, slipping his cock deeper down my throat. I gagged, but refused to release him from my lips embrace, instead sucking even more hungrily than before. A slender trail of saliva leaked from one corner of my lips and ran down my chin.

"Fuck," Sam groaned, his voice wobbling, though from pleasure or sleepiness I wasn't quite sure. Either way, after a moment his hands slid down to run through my hair in comforting caresses. Encouraged, I bobbed my head up and down on his prick with even more eagerness. My tongue went into overdrive and swept all around him inside the confines of my mouth, trying to massage his throbbing pole as well as I could. I gagged again as my throat constricted around the portion buried inside.

"Jenna... God, your mouth feels so good... oh man..." Sam's words were almost incoherent. I giggled softly; he was so cute. But soon I was distracted by the feeling of his cock filling my mouth so wonderfully. I pressed the flat of my tongue along his dick and dragged it up and down as I took him down my throat in deep, lengthy stroking motions.

"Jenna," Sam groaned, gently putting his hand on my shoulder. "We really ought to get you out of here before everyone's awake."

I glanced up at him, barely able to see him in the dim lightly only now filtering through the window. I arched a brow and slid his cock free of my slurping grasp. "Are you saying you don't want a blowjob, Mister?"

"No," Sam smirked. His hand slid down to caress my cheek. "I'm saying... well... you need a shower... and I need a shower..."

I understood loud and clear and gave an eager nod. I bent to place one last, wet kiss on his cock before hopping out of bed. I grabbed my night shirt and smiled back at him. "I'm gonna go find some clothes to wear when we get out," I said with a smile.

Sam stood up, his erection wagging prominently in front of him. I giggled happily at that.

"Why? You're just going to have to strip in a few hours anyway," he pointed out with a smirk.

"Hush," I scolded and quietly eased the stairs of the basement down. Sam took the opportunity to smack my ass. I barely suppressed a shriek and glared back at him playfully. He grinned widely and raised his eyebrows at me, then began gathering some clothes.

I gingerly went down the stairs leading up into Sam's new room. I realized, somewhat belatedly, that I was wandering down to my room completely naked. Well, if someone was awake it wouldn't be the first time this week I'd be seen naked by people who had no business seeing my goodies. As quickly and quietly as I could I hurried to my room. Lily wound around my ankles as I stepped in, almost tripping me. I glared at her, but reached down to stroke her back affectionately as she jumped onto my bed. I went to my dresser and rustled through it for a moment to grab a few things. I left the door cracked slightly so my kitty wouldn't be trapped inside (through she deserved it, the evil thing).

I walked into the bathroom and set my clothes down on the counter beside Sam's. The shower was already running and Sam was inside. I shut the door quietly behind me and locked it just in case one of the kiddies woke up early. The prospect made me a bit nervous, but it was very unlikely; all my siblings usually had to be dragged out of bed by Karla, especially the boys. I wished, not for the first time, that I had my own private bathroom.

I could barely see Sam in the shower stall; the glass doors' surface was warped for privacy, and the steamy smudges from the hot water further obscured him. I did my best to sneak up to the shower.

"Going to join me?" Sam asked. I could hear a smirk in his voice.

"You suck," I pouted good-naturedly and hopped into the shower with him. I shied away from the hot water and let myself adjusted to it before stepping fully under the stream. I soaked my hair.

"As I recall," he chuckled quietly, "You were the one doing the sucking this morning."

I turned to face him and put my arms around his neck, looking down ever so slightly to meet his eyes. "Complaining?"

"Does it sound like I'm complaining?" Sam smiled. His hands glided across my back in slow circles. The heat of the water and his massaging fingers on my slippery back were a wonderfully soothing combination.

I melted into his touch, giving a soft sigh as I relaxed into him. I could feel his body so close and warm, the tight, firm bulge of his muscled biceps around my sides.

"This is nice," I murmured. We both kept our words soft, attempting to be discreet.

Sam grabbed a bar of soap and began to wash me, rubbing soap into my back before circling around to my front and working it into my belly. I tried not to giggle at the tickling sensation.

"Seem familiar?" he grinned.

"Huh? Oh," I smiled, recalling my showering exploits over the last few days. "Yes... but I think I like this better."

"Uh-huh, suuure," Sam grinned. "You mean to tell me you prefer just me rubbing on you instead of having a whole locker room full of guys massaging all over you while they wash you?"

"Yes," I nodded. I gripped his half swollen cock as I gazed into his face, a mix of affection and lust swimming through me. "And I prefer this, too."

Sam groaned softly and his dick fattened in my hand. I smiled happily and gave it a firm squeeze.

"You need a warm-up?" Sam asked softly as his hands rose to cup my breasts. I arched them into his hand, gasping softly at his touch. My boobs sent a tremor of pleasure through me that made me hungrier than ever for him.

"No," I said, already breathing more heavily. "I'm good. Plus we don't have a lot of time. Just fuck me, Sam."

Sam smiled and bent down to kiss me softly. Then his hands gripped my arms and spun me quickly. I suppressed a squeak of surprise as he pushed me forward. I was surprised at his aggression but also pleased. I took the hint and bent forward, pressing my hands to the shower wall. Sam's hands were on my ass, squeezing and fondling my round cheeks with his strong hands. This drew a groan of approval from me and I pressed my butt into his wonderfully massaging hands. My legs spread of their own accord and I stood in a wide, braced position.

I gave a loud gasp as Sam's dick slid between my thighs and rubbed along my pussy. The engorged head spread my folds and dipped along the wet, sticky flesh between my labia. I pressed my hips back toward him, making his cock slide along my gash even more. I shivered and my knees wobbled weakly for an instant before I locked them firmly.

For several moments Sam slid his dick along my pussy, teasing me before finally moving up slightly and thrusting into my hole. I bit my lip to suppress the cry I felt rising to my lips, which instead came out as a barely audible moan. Sam's room up in the attic may have had good enough soundproofing to allow me to be vocal, but the bathroom certainly didn't. I suddenly perceived that keeping quiet the cries of pleasure Sam's cock tore from me was going to be the hardest part of this encounter.

Sam was rough and energetic that morning; his cock thrust deep into me, slamming into my core quickly and deeply as I stood bent over and braced against the wall. I happily took his penetrating treatment, throwing my hips back eagerly to get his dick to sink ever deeper. My juicy ass pushed into his crotch, making a wet smack. My pussy quivered in delight each time it was stuffed with my man's meat. I reveled in the feeling as I struggled to keep my cries silent. My breasts jiggled and swished back and forth with his deep, hard thrusts.

Sam gripped my hips, squeezing and holding tightly to my slippery wet skin. The hot water sprayed down on both of us, drenching us as we coupled desperately. His cock was heaven, a throbbing length of pure pleasure piercing into my body and sending ever nerve in my body into an orgiastic frenzy of ecstasy.

My hands almost slipped momentarily from the wall. I quickly replaced them as I braced myself firmly to take every delicious thrust he gave me. I was shaking now from the sheer pleasure of receiving him into my body. Sam's cock felt huge, even larger than it actually was, as if I was being stretched beyond comprehension every time he filled me. My hips gyrated into his, my ass bouncing in his lap as I did my best to show him how very eager I was to receive his fucking.

Cock meat throbbed and pulsed in the grip of my starved, soaked cunt. Sam's hands squeezed and fondled me, rising up to reach around my body and pull at my quivering, fleshy bosom. He found my nipples and tortured them wonderfully with his fingers, tweaking and squeezing and pinching in such a way that made my body explode in rapture. I whimpered, struggling to contain a noisy outburst of pleasure as I launched into a short but intense orgasm that left spots in front of my eyes.

"Oh God," I moaned quietly. I bit my lip to stifle my approving moans as he continued to use my pussy for both of our pleasure.

"Shit," Sam whispered, his hands slipping down to grip my hips once more. His cock plowed into my sopping tunnel all the harder. It felt as if he were piercing into my belly, deep, deep inside me. My pussy clung to him, tight and slick for his cock's pleasure.

I tossed my head back as Sam plugged my yearning pussy over and over. My hair was heavy with wetness and slapped moistly against Sam's chest. Our bodies slipped and slid together in wet harmony. My juices mingled with the water dripping down onto the shower floor as we coupled passionately.

His hands moved to my ass, squeezing and fondling at my buttocks again as his dick hammered into my cunt. I gave another whimper and pressed my ass back even more, arching my back in what I hoped was a sensual and erotic display. Sam seemed to approve, as his fingers kneaded at my cheeks firmly, squeezing at the firm round flesh and massaging deeply. His cock pounded into me from behind, penetrating to the root of his throbbing length. The blood filled head mashed along a particularly wonderful spot deep inside me and made my body jerk in ecstasy.

"Fuck, you feel so good, so tight," Sam said, his voice barely audible over the flow of the shower. It was difficult for both of us to keep quiet as our pleasure built. His cock jerked inside me as his deep thrusts threatened to push me forward into the wall.

"Yes, Sam, fuck me!" I hissed just loud enough for him to hear. I threw my hips back to meet his. He bent forward slightly over me, one hand holding me steady by my right hip as his other snaked around my front and between my splayed thighs. I writhed as his fingers slid between my damp folds to rapidly finger my clit.

It was all I could do to keep myself silent as the mixed sensation of clitoral manipulation and his thrusting member drove me into an explosive orgasm. My legs quivered and if not for Sam shifting to give me some support, I probably would've collapsed. My flesh convulsed in violent, rhythmic throbs, as if all my muscles were contracting to some delicious, primal beat. My pussy clamped onto Sam's still thrusting cock, milking at him with a desperate hunger and passion that I was no longer in control of.

"Sam, Sam... oh Goddd..." I whimpered. At least I didn't have to worry so much about being too loud now; as the force of my orgasm climbed it practically choked off my words, it was so gloriously sharp and overpowering.

"Fuck!" Sam grunted quietly. My orgasm had been slowly petering out, but hearing his words and feeling his cock delving into the deepest core of my body, twitching and spasming as his hips jerked forward, sparked a whole new chain of pleasure.

"Yesss!" I hissed. "Fill me, Sam! Oh yes, fill me, fill me with cum!" I felt a distinct roiling in my belly, spreading through my limbs in powerful convulsions as Sam's thick jizz spurted into me. It exploded forth, spattering me full of sticky, gooey warmth. My orgasmic convulsions made my cunt grip Sam's throbbing member like a vice, drawing all the creamy spunk out of his twitching shaft and deep into my body.

Sam let out a heavy sigh and sank forward onto me. Unfortunately, my orgasm had left me weak, and my knees went out.

"Crap!" Sam muttered and quickly grabbed me before I went down to the floor. He helped me stand. I shook for several moments.

"You okay?" he asked as he pulled me into his arms. I rubbed my wet face against his equally wet chest and shuddered.

"More than okay, Sam... can we start every morning off like that?"

Sam chuckled and brushed a thick tangle of soggy hair from my face. "We can certainly try. Though I think it may be a better idea to do it up in my room. We're going to get caught if we try this shower thing too often."

I smiled at him and we kissed, a simple, soft kiss that lingered for several long moments. His hands caressed my back. I basked in his attention.

"We'd better hurry," I said as we finally made a little space between us. "We don't want to go running out after everyone is already awake."

The air outside the shower stall was a stinging slap to my flushed skin. I quickly toweled myself dry as Sam did the same.

"That was something else," he smiled at me as he ran his towel through his gently curling copper hair.

"Yeah. Good thing you didn't take as long as last night." I patted my breasts dry and wiped the moisture from my sides and down my thighs.

"Are you saying I have staying power issues?" Sam smirked, his brow arched.

"I'm saying it's a good thing you didn't take forever and cause us to get walked in on when my siblings need to use the bathroom."

"Suuure," Sam grinned.

"Get dressed, goofball," I teased. He pinched my ass. I glared at him extra hard since I couldn't scold him with any real volume.

When I'd gathered my clothes earlier I'd had the odd compulsion to wear something really naughty to school. It was, after all, our last real day in the Program, weekend or not, and I guess I kind of felt like doing something fun. Plus, I had been ragingly horny from sucking Sam for those few minutes... but that's not the point.

The problem was, I didn't really have anything particularly 'naughty' to wear... nothing beyond a very few risqué thongs and bra's, anyway. Maybe I would have to change that...

So in the end I went with a semi-naughty look. I wore one of my pushup bras, the light blue one. It greatly accentuated my cleavage, pushing my breasts inward and raising them up perkily so that they squished up against each other. I wore a matching blue thong, which also happened to be one of the smallest, most exposing pieces of underwear I had. The straps were thin and tiny, almost like a g-string, but not quite small enough. I had bought it a few months ago on a random whim, thinking I'd never, ever wear it... but now I was glad I had.

My outer-wear was more conservative, but still a bit racy. It was if nothing else flattering to my figure. My top was a very faint pink with short sleeves. The neckline wasn't low or exposing (my dad wouldn't have let me out of the house if it was) but with the bra I was wearing the shirt nicely hugged my breasts, showing their round shape. The shirt bared just a bit of midriff, starting just above my navel. This was one of the reasons I hardly ever wore this shirt; I still didn't like the slight rounding of my belly. But I'd come to realize it wasn't nearly as bad as I made it out to be. Besides, pretty much the entire school had seen my midriff, and then some, so there was no real point in modesty.

A pair of jean shorts completed the outfit. I didn't go for the 'jean shorts' look often, but every girl had to have some daisy dukes, right? I wore mine, feeling more comfortable in them than I think I ever had. They weren't too outrageously short; they actually ended at mid-thigh, as opposed to the hip-height ones girls at school frequently wore. All in all, my outfit wasn't scandalously sexual, but it was still one of the boldest thing I'd ever worn out into public, so I was quite proud of it.

I kissed Sam on the cheek and walked out of the bathroom, leaving him to shave and brush his teeth and all that. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. No one was up just yet, so I put a pot of coffee on for Dad and Karla and began to pull eggs and other breakfast stuff out of the fridge.

"Boo," Sam said into my ear, nearly making me smash the egg in my hand.

"If you don't stop that, I swear," I hissed.

"You swear what?" Sam grinned.

"I swear I won't make you any food and you'll be forced to watch everyone else eat," I returned as I glanced at him.

Sam's face looked almost panicked. I couldn't help smile at him as I cracked the egg open on the frying pan rim. "Get me some cheese from the fridge. It's in the bottom drawer, probably buried under a bunch of other crap."

I stirred the eggs and turned to look at my boyfriend. He was wearing simple, dark jeans. They looked like they were probably a tad long for his legs, judging by the way they were bunched slightly at his ankles. They fit neither loosely nor tightly, which seemed right for him. His shirt was a deep navy blue, and it fit nicely about his shoulders and biceps, drawing attention to his muscle. Well, drawing my attention to them, anyway. I stared at him for a moment and smiled, enjoying the simple act of watching him and appreciating his form. The boy looked good in blue, there was no doubt about that...

"Your cheese, Madame," he smirked as he handed the bag to me.

"Thank you," I smile. I took the cheese from him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. I arched a brow as I pulled away.

"You don't shave well," I commented.

"I can never seem to get rid of that last little bit of stubble," he shrugged.

"What's the point in shaving then?" I asked. "That's all you really had to begin with."

"I shave because that's what men do," he replied, and poked me in the ribs.

"If you tickle me I'm going to ruin the food," I protested, slapping his hand with the spatula.

"Can't have that," he chuckled. "What else can I help with?"

I turned my eyes to him and tilted my head slightly. "You can cook?"

"I can help," he clarified.

"Get the sausage from the fridge," I said as I returned to the eggs.

Between the two of us we had a nice breakfast ready by the time my family started coming downstairs.

Karla was sipping her coffee and talking to Sam as he helped me set the table. The twins were already seated, and Theo had his school things on the kitchen counter so he could rearrange his bookbag. He must have been in a good mood, because I only had to tell him he was in the way three times before he moved to the other corner of the kitchen. He didn't smart off or anything. Tony was finishing getting ready, and Dad was taking a shower still, as far as I could tell.