Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller (3 page)

Why was I so important to them?

“Who the fuck am I?”

Four

The next day I pondered over what I had
learned...and didn't learn.

My foster brothers were no longer here
because of me. I had some strange effect on them, and maybe
everyone else. Some kind of sexual attraction or sexual stimulation
effect. And it was powerful enough that the boys couldn't be
trusted to stay in the house with me anymore.

On top of that, I was effecting Tom, as well
as Jessie. This explained all the sex they were having, even though
they weren't a couple in real life. I don't think. But it seemed
they were on an assignment...and I was the main attraction. It
explained a lot of the questions I was being asked. Like I said, I
knew I was different, maybe special in some way. My intelligence,
my physical prowess. My incredible sexual urges.

The real question was...what was this leading
up to? And why so interested in my menstrual cycle?

***

After school, I headed over to the local
library. I tended to spend a large amount of time there. I read
books at a rate no normal human could. I also seemed capable of
remembering just about everything I read. And man, did I read.

You may have asked yourself...how is it a
seventeen year old girl knows about so many things?

No, not the internet…Books.

Anything that I had on my mind...a question
about something...I would find a book, and absorb it like a sponge.
Fiction, non-fiction, world history, warfare, literature from
around the globe...you name it. Nothing bored me. My mind couldn't
get enough.

But there were two subjects that grabbed my
attention more than any others. One was spy novels...anything
having to do with espionage and conspiracy theory type of stuff.
And not just novels...the non-fiction as well as the fiction.

The other subject was sex. In fact, that was
my number one interest. I don't think it was because I was a
curious teenager, or anything like that. I think it was because of
my sexual urges, and how I was effecting people sexually. The
bottom line...people were getting turned on by me, or when they
were around me. I found myself always horny as well. If that
doesn't make a girl a bit curious...then I don't know what
would.

So I learned a lot about sexuality. Sex in
different cultures. Sex acts, sex taboos. Let's face it...I was
seventeen years old, and I understood everything about sex.
Everything.

But I hadn't experienced anything, yet. Yes,
I touched myself a little...the urge was extremely powerful. But
Jessie was always on top of me...never giving me much privacy at
all.

Privacy? Who am I kidding. I now lived with
six other foster sisters, Jessie, and occasionally Tom. There was
no privacy at home...and certainly none at school. I even thought
about going in to the library bathroom...maybe fingering myself to
orgasm. Yet every time I went in there, some young girl would come
in, and disturb my privacy. I was beginning to understand what Tom
had been talking about...

But this was going to change. Very soon. It's
not what I expected.

Five

My birthday fell on April 1st. I don't
actually know if this was my real birth date, but it was the one
that was assigned to me.

I would turn eighteen in one day. I wasn't
particularly excited over it. We never did anything exciting for my
birthday. Jessie would usually bake a cake...we'd all sing “Happy
Birthday”, I would be given a few cards from my foster siblings,
and Jessie would usually buy me an article of clothing. I don't
recall ever seeing Tom on my birthday. It was nice, but kind of
boring. In fact, it was exactly the same for each kid in the
house.

This birthday was different. And it started
the day before my actual birthday. I'll never forget it, because it
was the first time I had an orgasm. It changed everything.

***

So...the day before my eighteenth birthday, I
was in school...the last period of the day...phys ed.

I excelled in everything they could throw at
me in school, especially anything athletic, as I mentioned...but
today would be different.

The class was doing an exercise session
today...girls were doing calisthenics and stretching...the boys
were being instructed in a martial art, I think Tae Kwon Do.

About halfway through the class, I spotted
someone I knew in the boys group from across the gymnasium. It was
Kenny, my former foster brother. I jumped up from a stretching
position off the mat, and waved to get his attention. He spotted me
immediately, his eyes popping out of his head at the sight of me. I
motioned to him to walk to the water fountain...to meet me by it.
He nodded.

Once by the water fountain, the awkwardness
set in. “What are you doing here?” I asked.”I haven't seen you in a
few years. You look so much different. Older” That was an
understatement. He had grown up...he was very manly looking...I
could smell him. Dark brown hair, a light beard growing on his
face, broad muscular shoulders. He wasn't a kid anymore. He was
eighteen years old now. He was absolutely adorable.

“Samantha...you're the one who looks older,”
Kenny said with awe. “You look older than me.” he took me in,
almost ogling me. We exchanged some pleasantries...It seemed Kenny
had been bouncing around from foster home to foster home, and
recently landed in one near the school. So here he was, for his
second day.

“I miss seeing you...and Brian and Cal,
also.” I said to him. “You guys all left...one after the other. Now
it's all girls.”

Kenny looked disturbed at my statement. “Wait
a sec...I thought they were still at the house with you. Jessie and
Tom told me I was getting too old to stay in the house with you
guys, so I was being sent to a different foster home.” Kenny said.
“Brian and Cal were a few years younger than me. I don't get
it.”

“No, they left within a week of you leaving.”
I said. I thought about what I had overheard from Jessie and Tom in
the kitchen the other night. The boys couldn't be near me anymore.
I caused them to suffer. I wondered just how true that was. “Jessie
told me that it was just time for some changes...she didn't make a
big deal about it...she didn't explain anything.”

Kenny's curiosity seemed to be turning in to
suspicion. “Sam, is anything funny going on at the house? Before I
left, I had started feeling really weird...like I was in a fog or
something. I actually started to think Jessie might be poisoning
me, or something.” said Kenny, concern in his eyes. I noticed they
were blue...I never noticed that before.

Kenny continued, “I even asked Brian and
Cal...they also said they were going through something.” Then he
grinned. “In fact, Brian said he couldn't stop jerking off. He said
it was on his mind twenty four, seven. Cal and I used to make fun
of him...but I have to admit, I was no saint in that department
myself.”

“What are you saying, Kenny? You used to jerk
off all the time?” We both laughed.

And then he became serious.

“You know what, Sam...I did. In fact, I
couldn't help myself. It felt like...like if I didn't do it, I
would explode, or something. I know it sounds gross, but it's true.
I just couldn't stop myself.”

So it was true what Jessie and Tom had said.
The boys had to leave...they couldn't control themselves, and the
only outlet was to excessively masturbate...or attack me.

A part of me wanted to soothe Kenny. What it
must have felt like...always horny...the intense sexual urges...not
understanding what or why it was happening. It basically described
me.

“Kenny...how did you feel when you were
around me?” I asked innocently.

He looked at me, no longer a kid who used to
throw worms at me, or sneak up from behind me, tickling me around
my waist. This was a man who had been traumatized.

“How did I feel around you?” He paused,
searching for the right words. “I loved being around you...you were
so much fun. You weren't afraid to do anything. Why would you ask
that?”

“Well, as you can see, I'm not exactly a
normal looking teenager...and Jessie and Tom kind of inferred that
there was something different about me. That people act strangely
when I'm around.”

I saw a look on Kenny's face after I
spoke...it was as if something became clear to him. He looked at
me, but not the way I remembered. I noticed his breathing was
becoming heavier...leering at me. I was effecting him...again.

“You're right, Sam,” Kenny said. “They're
right. There is something about you. I remember trying to fight
it...to resist it. That night we saw Tom and Jessie screwing in
their bedroom...I felt it then, but I thought I was all excited
about watching them fucking. But it was you.”

I watched as Kenny's face changed. He looked
almost deranged. Then I noticed his shorts. He was wearing a tight
pair of gym shorts...and there was no hiding what was happening. He
had gotten a huge erection. It didn't seem to bother him that we
were standing in the school gymnasium...that somebody might notice
him.

He suddenly grabbed my hand with his, and
partially dragged me, partially led me into the girl's locker room.
Everyone else was in the gym, so we were alone.

“It was you,” Kenny started to yell. His
voice echoed from the caverns of the showers. “When they took me
out of the house, I went back to normal. It was you! You were the
one who was causing the three of us to jerk off like a bunch of
horny monkeys! How is that possible?”

I sat down on one of the benches, not sure
how to answer him. He was upset. I looked at him, his eyes enraged.
But I couldn't help but notice his cock, the tip now protruding
from his right shorts leg. He caught my eyes looking, and he
attempted to fix himself...tucking it up in to his shorts.

“You see?” he yelled. “I can't control
myself. You show up in my life again, and I'm walking around with a
tent pole. How are you doing this?”

“I don't know!” I yelled back at him. “I just
know that I have some weird effect on people. It's not my fault.” I
started to cry.

Kenny sat down next to me on the bench,
putting his arm around my shoulders. I put my head in to his chest,
sobbing. I felt his heart beating...the air moving in and out of
his lungs. As we sat there, I felt both begin to speed up, his
breathing...his beating heart. My eyes had been shut, crying, but I
opened them now. I saw his erection, now peeking out from above the
waistband of his gym shorts. I watched it throb.

We were suddenly kissing. Our tongues
intertwining, first in his mouth, then in mine. I felt his hot
breath pour from his nostrils on to my face. He guided my hand to
his pants as we kissed, and I felt his hardness. I rubbed him
through his shorts, and he moaned. My back arched, rubbing my
breasts against the side of his body.

He began to caress my boobs, pinching at my
nipples through the soft material of my gym shirt and bra. My God,
it felt so good. My nipples reacted to his touch, both hardening. I
felt the wetness between my legs...the throbbing hunger I've had
for all these months. The years of aching...I was dripping.

Kenny reached down to my shorts, and began
rubbing at my vagina...the shorts were made of a soft, silky
material, so his fingers glided easily over the material...over my
clit and vulva. We caressed each other, our breathing building. He
reached with his free hand underneath my shirt and bra, and managed
to massage my rock hard nipples. I grew wetter as he manipulated my
nipple with one hand, and caressed my pussy over my shorts with the
other. I stroked his cock over his shorts, a little afraid to take
my actions any further.

He must have sensed my trepidation, for he
stopped touching my breasts, and took my hand...guiding me on to
his shaft. I had always wondered what it would feel like in my
hand...remembering how Jesse had pumped Tom's cock in the kitchen
that night. Kenny's cock was hard, yet the tip had a softness
around the mushroom head. It throbbed in my hand. I squeezed it,
feeling the blood pulsate through it. When I caressed the underside
with my fingers, Kenny let out a soft shudder of pleasure.

I released him, and drew his shorts down to
mid thigh. Kenny sat on the bench, his huge cock pointing to the
ceiling, throbbing. I saw a bit of fluid at the tip, and used it to
moisten the rest of his cock's head, stroking and pumping. Kenny
began to moan loudly, his hips beginning to buck. He wasn't holding
back, wanting to erupt quickly. He let out a loud groan, grabbing
my hand with his, pumping his cock fast and hard...he leaned back,
and then released his orgasm. It shot up all over his stomach and
chest, some of the white liquid spraying my hand. It was warm,
sticky. I ran my lips over my fingers...tasting it for the first
time. Salty and pungent. I liked it.

I grabbed a nearby towel, and wiped the semen
off Kenny's midsection, but he was quick to move. He quickly began
where he left off, grabbing my breast with one hand, my crotch with
the other. The hot wetness was again pouring out of my slit, as he
rubbed my pussy over my shorts. I grabbed his hand this time,
forcing him beneath my waistband, to touch my naked womanhood. It
seems he'd done this before, because he had my shorts down, and his
fingers running over my pubic hair. I lay back on the bench, giving
Kenny a full view of nakedness, legs spread open for him. He wasted
no time, and buried a finger inside me, sliding in and out, slowly
at first, then quickening the pace...fondling my clit in a circular
motion. I began to moan as he inserted a second finger inside
me.

“God you're so wet, Sam.” said Kenny.

“I know!” I spat back at him. “I want you to
fuck me, Kenny. God I want you inside me.”