Different Worlds
Part 3
As the months passed, I began to spend more and more time with Sam. She was staying at my place almost every night now, and I was spending a lot of my time outside of work with her. We'd go to parties put on by her friends, or invite some of them to my apartment. She came with me when I visited my brother and his partner for dinner, and we even babysat their kids once a month or so when they wanted a night out. The two kids-- twins, eight years old-- thought Sam was amazing, and she always had time and energy to play with them.
Sam was becoming more and more a part of my life now, and I in turn was becoming more a part of hers. She knew an incredible number of people in the city and it seemed like any time we wanted to find a party on a weekend she knew about one. At first, I was hesitant to go along with her to these because I thought I'd feel out of place. My excuse was that I'd be older than everyone else there, but I think it was more the clash of cultures rearing its head. Finally, though, Sam pointed out that I had already met many of the people I'd be seeing at potlucks or drumming in the park, and that I was being irrational. So I went.
As always, Sam surprised me. We had dinner at my apartment and cuddled for a while on the couch, but then she announced that it was time to go. She changed into a black polyester shirt with a collar and short sleeves which was a size too small for her, a pair of black jeans, and put on an immense studded leather belt. As usual, she didn't bother with a bra. Sam's hair at the moment was about an inch long over the top of her head, and shorter lower down, with the top standing up. As always, she wasn't wearing makeup. With her strong arms and soft face, she somehow managed to look both like a sweet twenty-something girl and a tough ready to take on the world. In short, she was dressed to kill.
Since I was feeling unsure of myself, she helped me pick out a flowing cotton skirt and light shirt with an Indian print on it. We were about to leave when Sam suddenly stopped me at the door of my apartment. "Rachel", she said, "do you trust me?"
How could I refuse that cherubic smile? "You know I do, sweetheart."
With that, she gave me a quick kiss, then knelt down and reached underneath my skirt. Before I really knew what was happening, she had pulled my sensible underwear down to my feet, and was lifting my feet to step through them. I was a little surprised, but also excited by the thought that Sam apparently had plans in mind for me tonight. Thus prepared, we set out into the night, me armed with a bottle of wine and Sam with a mischievous and knowing leer.
We were walking along a main street, enjoying the evening, when I began to hear a booming music coming from somewhere. Sam suddenly announced that we had arrived, and held open for me a door hidden between a bank and a jeweller's. We walked up a few flights of a dark staircase, then entered a crowded living room. Couches and beanbags seemed to be everywhere, and a disco ball was slowing throwing coloured splotches of light over the faces of people sprawled on the furniture and the floor. Several wine bottles were being passed around, and I smelled the acrid odour of pot heavily upon the air. In the corners of the room assorted couples were lazily making out. I didn't see the source of the music, though, until Sam led me through a small window and onto the large roof of the neighbouring building, which was apparently a floor shorter than the one we were in. Wires were also passing through the window, powering four large speakers. Here, even more people were milling around, chatting, and dancing. More pot was being smoked out here, mingling with some sort of strong incense. Sam started dancing, and I quickly joined her.
The dancing was incredibly alive. There was a constant flow of people all around us, and a steady stream of people came through the window and onto the roof to join in. Apparently the party was just getting started. Between the two of us we finished off two-thirds of the wine we brought, then traded the rest for a joint, which seemed superfluous given how much was in the air. Maybe it was the pot which got to my head, or maybe the aerobic thrill of dancing to the pounding techno music. Whatever. The night was warm, and I was soon covered in a sheen of sweat as I yielded to the movement inside of me. But that wasn't enough, so I danced closer to Sam and put my arms on her hips.
"Hey, babe," she said. I answered with a kiss. By the time the kiss ended, I was feeling up and down her sides. Sam put her arms around me, and held my ass. I kissed her again, even more deeply, and my fingers started to wander down towards her waist, wanting to slip in underneath that belt. Sam broke the kiss and reached to hold my hands. I was disappointed, but when she smiled and began to lead me further out on the roof, away from the dancers, I understood.
She took me around a corner to a spot in shadow from the street lights. The break hadn't reduced my sense of urgency, and I immediately grabbed Sam's head and kissed her. She stroked my breasts and kissed me back, pushing me back against a wall. One hand ran down to lightly tease my crotch as her head moved to kiss my nipples through my shirt. I gasped when she nipped them with her teeth. The pain only made my need worse, and I pushed her head down lower. Sam responded by pulling my skirt up to my waist, and running her hands over my thighs. She moved down to obscenely lick them, always stopping short of the line of my crotch. "Oh, please," I gasped, trying to move myself so she would lick my clit while still bracing myself against the wall. Then, without warning, Sam's hands were on my ass and her mouth was at my vulva.
She licked me all around before diving in to attack my clitoris. Expert fingers explored me while her tongue continued to push me to ecstasy. One hand was grabbing my ass while the other slid two, then three fingers inside me. My knees felt weak, and I threw back my head, my teeth clenched to stifle a scream. Sam was unrelenting as she circled my clit with her tongue, sometimes teasing me, sometimes sucking the little nib, as I felt my orgasm grow. I grabbed Sam's head in my hands, pulling her desperately towards me. Then, just as I thought I could stand no more, Sam lightly bit my clitoris, and my climax crashed down on me. She eased off her attack and gently let me down to sit on the ground, where I leaned against her and she held me tightly in her arms.
I moved to straddle her as she sat with her back against the wall. I put my hands on Sam's shoulders and leaned forward to kiss her deeply, tasting myself on her mouth. I was still glowing from my orgasm, and was the happiest woman alive. "Have I ever told you what a great lover you are?", I asked her.
"You're a great fuck too", she answered. I laughed and in total contentment moved beside her to lean against her broad shoulder. She held my small hand in hers, and with my free arm I reached over to caress her side. I moved on to stroke her breast through her shirt, teasing her nipple erect. Sam turned to kiss me, and as we shared a long and gentle kiss I moved my hand down to unbutton her shirt. This done, I had better access to her breast.
I had Sam shift to lie down, and lay beside her, still playing with one breast with one hand while I leaned to suck the other. Her huge nipple grew under my mouth, and I sucked it eagerly. I traced the line around the outside of her breast with my hand, then licked a finger and traced it down the centre of her chest, following the thin line of fine hairs down to her belly button and further.
Sam was still wearing her mammoth belt, so I paused to unstrap it from her waist. With all the buckles, it felt like I was opening up some complicated fastening on a treasure chest. I finally succeeded, and undid her pants, sliding them down past her ass. Lying down again with my head on her shoulder, I kissed Sam deeply and moved my hand very slowly towards her waist.
Without any sense of urgency, my hand gradually found her pubic hair and lightly stroked it, running the thick, curly bush between my fingers. I used a finger to follow the crease between her thigh and her crotch down towards the crack of her ass, as Sam sighed in contentment. I let one finger run ever so lightly along the engorged lips of her labia, feeling the wetness inside, before pushing slightly more and moving along her slit to her asshole, but leaving her clitoris alone. My fingers moved further in, and slipped inside her vagina. I slowly moved two in and out of her, and then let another tease her asshole and slip inside that too. My hand went faster and faster, entering Sam more deeply with each stroke, and I stopped kissing Sam to lean down and lick her clitoris with all I had.
Her moans grew in volume and frequency, and I felt her body coming to a peak. I took my finger out of her ass, and pumped all four into her vagina, then added my thumb. I made my hand as small as I could, and began pushing the entire thing at her. A grunt escaped her lips as my hand suddenly slipped inside, and I paused to marvel at the obscene sight of my wrist disappearing between her labia. I moved my fingers deep within her, and that was enough for Sam, as she climaxed and I felt her vagina clenching and spasming on my hand, her back arching.
I waited until she had completely relaxed, then softly slid my hand out of her, and proceeded to lick my fingers: how marvellous the taste of a woman at the height of pleasure.
After a few minutes, I helped Sam get dressed again, and we went back to the party, where the dancing was still going strong. A little tired now, we danced closely together, a little more slowly then before. I'm sure we reeked of pussy. Our hands stayed on each other, and with the help of a little more wine and another joint or two we stayed there until the music wound down and we were completely exhausted.
We made our meandering way home, and collapsed into bed. Still a little high, we leisurely stroked and touched each other's bodies for a while, then fell into a very well deserved sleep.