Unlikely Places (15 page)

Friday  

It was almost six when I arrived outside Sam’s flat, I
pressed the intercom and was buzzed straight in, dressed in dark jeans and a
long sleeved t-shirt I still felt slightly anxious at our night or weekend
ahead as I knocked on her door. Sam opened it almost immediately tea towel in
hand, smiling she pulled me in with her free hand.

“Hi”.

“Hey...come in”.

Placing the bottle of wine I had picked up on the way on the
worktop, I turned to her as she placed a soft kiss on my lips, putting an arm
around her waist I pulled her in for another kiss.

“So what’s cooking?” I asked removing my ruck sack.

“Can’t you guess?”

Glancing around the kitchen seeing the debris from her handy
work. “Umm it looks like it might be... Lasagne?”

“Correct....glass of wine while it cooks?”

“Please.....shall I open this one?” I asked picking up the
bottle I had brought with me.

“Yeah....I’ll get some glasses”.

After pouring the wine I followed Sam who I now realised was
still in her work clothes to the small sofa in the open plan
kitchen-diner-sitting room.

“So what’ve you been up to today?”

I took a sip of wine. “Not much I finished working last
night so I chilled out for a bit had a bath...how was work?”

“Good I finished a bit early....so diner won’t be long”. She
placed a hand on my thigh. “Would you keep an eye on it while I take a quick
shower?”

“Sure”.

As she left the room I got up checked on the bubbling lasagne
then made my way to the CD rack to pick something. Deciding on ‘The Gossip’ I
walked back over to the sofa listening to the beginnings of ‘Dimestore
Diamond’. Sam returned a few minutes later dressed in jeans and a fitted red
t-shirt with something unreadable across it. We ate at the kitchen table making
small talk about work, although my appetite was slightly reduced due to
nerves. 

Full of lasagne we moved back to the sofa, seeing a pile of
make-up on the coffee table although I’d not noticed Sam wearing a great deal
of it. “You’ve got a lot of make-up”. I said in a slightly accusatory tone.

“Are you joking?...That’s nothing....it’s only because you
don’t wear any you think that’s a lot”.

“How do you know I don’t wear any?” I said rising to the challenge.

She held a slightly smug expression. “I’ve been to your
house remember and snooped around”.

Feeling a bit stupid, as she asked why I don’t wear any.
“I’ve just never bothered with it....I wouldn’t know what to do with it”.

“You’re so innocent aren’t you?....It’s very lovable”. She
said with a mischievous grin, I thought maybe she was commenting on my use of
love in her card. “I’ll give you a lesson if you like?”

Instantly self-conscious I struggled to form a response.
“Umm I...err”.

She cut me off. “Don’t worry it won’t hurt”.

She pulled the coffee table closer then straddled, me our
faces just inches away from each other. “Umm let’s see what we can do here”.

Making me feel trapped, and uncomfortable like a bug under a
microscope, I pushed those thoughts to one side. Turning she selected a number
of items and set to work, minutes later just as the tickling of brushes and
fingers started to drive me crazy she announced she had finished, sporting a
sly grin she climbed off allowing me to get up and look in the mirror.

“Holy shit you’ve given me a black eye”. I shouted looking
at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Through laughter I heard her say. “I couldn’t think of any
improvements so I thought I’d improvise”.  

I laughed a little stunned at her impressive skills. “Well I
don’t think I should be the only battered woman....can I have a go?”

“Sure...let me just get some more wine its thirsty work fake
beating someone up”.

I studied the make-up while she refilled our glasses,
sitting back on the sofa I moved across her brining us to eye level, taking her
glass off her I placed it on the coffee table. Feeling her hands drop to my
thighs, she gently rubbed her hands along them.

“Are you trying to distract me?”

“Of course not”. She grinned continuing her slow moving
hands along my thighs, turns out it is quite distracting. Focusing my efforts I
set to work on my masterpiece creating a fetching scar on one cheek and a
rather bruised left eye, my work of art complete I released her with a soft
kiss.

She came back into the room wearing a grin. “Wow....I think
it’s a good thing you don’t wear any make-up if that’s what you do with
it.....we look a right pair”.

Draining her glass she knelt next to me on the sofa.
“Champagne?”

“Umm yeah why not”. I started to feel more relaxed at last.

Moving her other knee between my thighs I caught my breath
as she bent down to kiss me on the neck, gently moving her lips along my jaw
finishing with a soft kiss on my lips. Bringing my hand to her neck I gently pulled
her down returning her kiss more deeply our tongues gently caressed as our lips
part making my desire rise. Sam moved away smiling, returning with the
champagne from the fridge, she picked up a towel on her way.

“Do you want a hand?”

“No its fine”. Seconds later the cork fired across the room
as she covered the bottle with a towel, refilling our glasses making slightly
pink champagne. Leaving the bottle on the coffee table she returned to the sofa
sitting with her legs underneath her.

“So?”

I turned to look at her after sampling the champagne. “So?”

“Apart from screamers what else do you like?”

I almost choked on my champagne. ”W...what?” I looked at her
unable to speak the stutter is back.

“Just so I know....are you a top or bottom or maybe a switch?...Do
you like it fast or slow?...Toys?”

I downed my pink drink still dumbfounded. “I....I umm I
think I need some more champagne” I said reaching for the bottle.

“Are you embarrassed?” She giggled fully aware of my
discomfort.

“A little”. I said wishing my black eye covered my whole
face, I decided deflection was the best form of defence. “What do you like?” I
asked offering her more champagne.

“Mmm well I like it slow unless I’m really keen....lots of
kissing.....some penetration but I don’t always need it.....really like oral it
works every time”.

I was genuinely shocked by her forwardness hoping it didn’t
show on my face. “Were you keen on my sofa?”

“Very....I couldn’t stop thinking about you.....it didn’t
take much for either of us as I recall”.

The memory brought a smile to my face, the alcohol was
kicking in at last, but still unable to look Sam in the eye I broke my silence.
“Well I guess I’m a switch I like a variety....slow rather than fast.....I
haven’t really used toys much though......Oh and no bum stuff”. I said
scrunching up my face.

I turned to see Sam giggling into her glass struggling not
to spill any. “No bum stuff got it”.

She leaned forward. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have embarrassed
you I get a bit fruity sometimes when I drink champagne”.

Turning to her a broad smile on my face. “Good to know”.

She leaned forward again. “Only with certain people”. She
said placing a kiss on the side of my face.

Pulling back to hold her eyes I continued feeling slightly
braver. “You know when anything has happened between us you’ve been on
top....doesn’t that make you a top?”

I could see her considering it. “No....it just means I
really want you”. She finished with an eyebrow raised seductively.

Feeling my body throb through a haze of alcohol I placed my glass
on the table. “I see”. I said turning to her cupping her face softly, my thumb
gently rubbing her cheek I kissed her tenderly at first nibbling at her moist
lips. As our lips parted I could feel the fire in the pit of my stomach begin
to burn as I gradually pushed her back towards the arm of the sofa until she
was reclining. Seeing the desire in her eyes I slowly lowered myself on top of
her, before kissing her deeper our tongues mingling in the air. Pulling me
closer forced our hips to crash against each other making me moan into her neck
as I kissed my way down to her t-shirt, until the sudden shock of cold
champagne across my lower back made me jump to attention.

“Woa Wha”. I said rolling off her leaning on the back of the
sofa.

“Opps sorry my hand slipped....I must be a little tipsy”.
She said laughing as she got up putting the glass on the table. “Let’s see the
damage”.

I giggled twisting around, feeling her warm hands moving
over my back, her lips kissing along my spine as she found the patch of
champagne, the warmth of her tongue made my whole body tingle.

“You’ll do anything to be on top”. I whispered feeling her
giggling lips before she moved away.  

“More champagne?”

We continued talking of past experiences until the flat was
dry, I told her about Kate and our short fling at Christmas. In return she
talked of Kim and how they were good friends during school but drifted apart
after Sam moved away to start Uni, but a chance meeting during half term in her
final year brought them back together. Their friendship slowly developed into
more after Kim enrolled for a physics degree while Sam was starting her Legal
Practice year. Their physical relationship fizzled out after a few months but
they remained friends meeting up regularly up until the week that Kim died,
still unsure as to what finally tipped her over the edge.

“Do you want to go out for a drink at Benny’s?” I asked
feeling more lubrication was required.

“Yeah....why not...I’ll just get a jumper...do you want
one?”

“No thanks I’ll be fine”.

Entering the street I realised I was quite drunk already,
making our way to the club we received a number of odd looks, I assumed because
we were quite drunk. The bouncer gave us a similar look as we entered the club,
it was pretty busy.

“Fancy some shots?” I asked heading for the bar.

“Sure...not Tequila though”.

After downing three shots of ‘Jagermeister’ we settled on
bottled beer, Sam held my hand as we toured the club looking for a seat. As our
eyes adjusted to the dark we found a half empty booth, sitting close in the
restricted space, the two women opposite seemed keen to move when we started
kissing.

Going to the bar for more beer, I managed to order another
round as a tall blond woman nudged me almost spilling her drinks.

“Sorry did I get you?”

“Uh no its fine”.

“Ooh that looks painful are you okay?”

I frowned, just as I was about to ask what she was talking
about I felt arms wrapping around me. Looking to my side I could see Sam’s
profile, as she pulled me away I just managed to grab the beers from the bar.

“If you’re going home with anyone you’re going home with
me”.

I turned around meeting her eyes pulling her in for a long
kiss, releasing her my lips brushed the side of her face as I said. “You look
so hot tonight”.

“Is it the black eye?”     

“I hope not....these people probably think we’re
sadomasochists”.

Leaving the club we stumbled the short distance to Sam’s
flat, making toast and tea to combat the effects of the alcohol, feeling full
and totally knackered we got ready for bed.

“Have you bought anything to sleep in?”

“No”. I mumbled while cleaning my teeth as I don’t normally
wear anything.

Sam returned handing me a t-shirt, as she walked away I
thought I heard her say.  “I normally sleep naked”.  

I felt compelled to wear it for some reason, changing
quickly I carried my clothes to the dark bedroom with just the dim street
lights illuminating the room. As I pulled back the duvet to get in to bed I
heard her whisper. “Can I have a cuddle to warm up?”

“Sure”. I put my arm around her feeling her naked body
against me.  Breathing in Sam’s scent I felt her pull away after a few
moments, opening my eyes I looked at her resting on her elbow facing me. “Do
you know how long I’ve been waiting to get you into my bed?”

I turned my head resting it on the pillow to face her, the
dimly lit room still managed to light up her eyes, tucking a strand of hair
behind her ear, she tilted her head closer to mine as we both moved in for a
kiss.

“And I’m too drunk to do anything about it”. I whispered
into the darkness, exhausted from the evening and weeks events, I felt myself
drift off as Sam cuddled up to me again.

Saturday

Waking up slightly confused to my whereabouts at first,
checking myself I was wearing a grey t-shirt I don’t recognise. Turning over I
saw Sam remembering snippets of last night, I moved to spoon her realising
she’s naked I can’t hide my excitement letting out along. “Ummmm”. I began to
remember more of the night before, flash backs to kissing and touching Sam.
Moving my hands over her warm body I gently kissed her naked exposed shoulder,
moving my hand over Sam’s thighs and waist I felt her stir under my hand,
letting out a low groan.

“Morning”. I softly said as I kissed her neck. 

“You’re awake early?” Sam’s gravely morning after voice
filled the room. 

“I always am when I’ve been drinking“. I whispered into her
neck. 

“You remember last night then?” she continued in her rugged
voice.

I stopped mid kiss of Sam’s warm shoulder. “That sounds
worrying what did I do?”

Wriggling round to face me, as our eyes meet she blinked a
little confusion crossing her face for a second. “Nothing you didn’t want to do
I hope”.

Smiling I moved in for a kiss, then pull away. “Sorry I’ve
probably got terrible breath!”

“Me too”.

“God I’m bursting”. I spat out rushing to the bathroom,
after reliving myself I caught sight of myself in the mirror while washing my
hands.

“Holy Shit”. I sprayed at the mirror.

I ran towards the bedroom. “Did something happen last
night?...Did someone hit me?”

Sam sat up in bed as I entered the room, pulling the duvet
with her. “Well you did try and get into my knickers I had to fight you off at
one point I’m afraid”.

“What?...God I’m so sorry”. Mortified my cheeks instantly
went red hot, as I watch Sam fall back laughing.

“What?…..What?” I demand standing next to the bed in a
t-shirt barely covering my torso.

“It’s makeup don’t you remember?....You gave me a scar and
black eye....I took mine off last night…I thought you had too?”

The relief must have been visible on my face. “You bastard”.
I spun on my heels returning to the bathroom, laughing with great relief.

“Umm.....how do I get it off?” I enquired still looking in
the mirror after trying to remove it myself with water and tissue paper,
resulting in a blurry mess.

Sam appeared wearing a vest and shorts our eyes meeting in
the mirror. “I’ve got some makeup remover...stay there I’ll take it off for
you”. I could see Sam smiling at me, probably realising how chaste I am about
these type of things. Leaning against the sink, while Sam stands in front of me
our thighs brush together as she softly wipes my face with a damp cotton wool
pad. 

“You wouldn’t really punch me would you?” I inquired it’s
always good to know for future reference I thought just in case.

“Depends”.

“On what”.   

“Close your eyes”.

The cool pad felt refreshing moving over my eyes and face.

“All done”.

“Thanks”.

“Are you hung over?” She asked putting the makeup remover in
the cabinet, producing mouthwash after swigging some she turned to me offering
the mouthwash. Feeling mentholy refreshed I placed it back in the cabinet. “I
don’t think so....I must have slept it off I think”.

“You?” I asked taking in her morning after look which was
still ravishing to me. 

Shaking her head I moved towards her, putting my arms around
her in an embrace as she moved her hand to my face brining me in for a gentle
kiss then more deeply as her lips parted allowing my tongue caress hers.

Breaking our embrace. “Wonna take a shower….with me?” She
asked with one eye brow raised.

“Umm sounds good”. I replied softly, realising the moment
had arrived.

Watching as she opened the glass door turning the shower on,
returning her gaze to me she moved her hands to my t-shirt eliminating it in
one swift movement, then removing her own top and shorts, we stood their
silently taking in each other’s bodies. Smiling she took my hand leading me
into the shower. Under the heat of the refreshing water my hands travel up
Sam’s body to her neck kissing her deeply, pulling me close our bodies begin
rubbing under the hot water. Pushing me against the cold tiles I felt Sam’s
body pressing against me as she slipped a thigh between mine gently grinding
against me. I pulled her hips tighter to me moving in her rhythm while kissing
along her jaw and neck, my breathing was ragged as I moaned against her neck
struggling to remain upright. Thank god for walk in showers, I could feel
myself teetering on the edge of orgasm as I rolled my head back against the
tiles gasping as Sam slipped her hand between my legs delving into my wetness.

I could barely hear her saying. “Oh....god...you’re so wet”.
Over the sound of my heartbeat as she circled my engorged clit. I came almost
straight away letting out a loud moan as I tried to stop my knees from buckling,
catching my breath I could hear Sam’s low moan in my ear.  I looked up to
see Sam grinning at me before leaning in for a kiss.

“Shall we go somewhere a bit....dryer?” I eventually managed
to say.

Sam replied with only raised eyebrows before turning off the
shower.

After placing my towel over the bathroom door I found Sam
already in bed, pulling back the covers I climbed into bed on top of her,
straddling her resting on my knees I looked into Sam’s green eyes. “I remember
what you said last night before we went to sleep…..I...I wanted to tell you
something but I didn’t want you to think it was the drink talking”. We had both
skirted around the issue for long enough like horses stopping at the last minute
refusing to go over the final jump. I moved my hand up to cup her face. “I’ve
fallen in love with you Sam, I have been since the first time I met you, and I
looked into those amazing green eyes”.

I watch her smiling back at me as she pushed herself up to
cuddle my torso, bending down to kiss her, she flipped me over onto my back
without breaking our kiss. I felt the weight of Sam on top of me it felt so
good and right, pulling back she revealed dark eyes. “I love you too”.

I wanted to make love to her more than anything else in the
world, rolling her over I lowered myself on top of her kissing her slowly.
Gradually moving down her body kissing every bit I could, gently sucking her
already erect nipples kissing her chest moving down to her stomach, across her
hips moving to her inner thighs. God I love the way she smelled as I took in
her musky scent, I gently nibbled at her swollen lips, hearing her breathing
increase. Using my hands I spread her lips flattening my tongue I licked her
shaft slowly making my way up to her enlarged clit sucking and kissing it
gently. Slowly I inserted a finger feeling the rough surface of her G spot
working in rhythm with my tongue, I could feel her thrusting lifting off the
bed. Hoping she was close I quickened my rhythm as her convulsions gripped my
finger I felt her body vibrate with her groans as she fell back on the bed. I
kissed the thighs and hips until her spasms released my finger, bringing myself
up on all fours I moved up her body taking in the sight of her satisfied
expression before kissing her softly. I watched as her eyes flickered open as I
pulled away. “I love you”. She whispered.

I smiled wide enough to split my head in two as I replied.
“I love you too”. 

Feeling that I had sucked and kissed every inch of Sam’s
body I allowed my exhaustion to take over. Interlinking our legs, I rested my
head on her chest pulling myself to her body as I let out a satisfied sigh,
moments later I felt the warmth of arms as they wrapped around me. I was woken
from my snooze by gentle hands gently running through my hair, stirring at the
sound of her soft voice.

“Are you hungry?”

Looking up at her smiling face. “Mmmm yeah what time is it?”

I watched as she squinted at the clock still resting on the
box by the bed. “Almost two”.

After devouring a large slice of cold Lasagne and cup of
tea, we returned to the bed room. Soon getting comfortable in each other’s
arms, as I nestled in to her shoulder I could smell her intoxicating scent.
 

“Oh....I forgot I got you something to say thank you for all
the work you’ve done”. She said stretching awkwardly reaching under the bed,
letting out a huff before bringing out a large green box.   

“Really?.....You didn’t need to do that”. I said sitting up
a flash of excitement in my words.

“I know......I wanted to....I saw it and thought of you”.
She said handing me the box.

It was pretty heavy, I genuinely had no idea what it could
be. “That sounds ominous.....it’s not a baseball bat is it?” I said giggling.

She smiled. “Maybe, you’ll have to see”. As she settled more
comfortably lying diagonally across the bed, hemming me one corner she kept her
eyes fixed on me for my next expression. 

Opening the box I unwrapped the tissue paper to find a
Bronica large format camera.

“Wow Sam.....that’s too much....it’s a really expensive
camera”. I said catching her eye.

She gently touched my leg rubbing it softly. “I thought it
might inspire you to take pictures again......you’ve really helped me with what
I want to do.....so I thought I’d try and help you”.  

I smiled. “Thank you”. I flipped up the viewing panel
revealing a small card hidden bellow, frowning I plucked it out.  

                              
‘Alex,

                              
I hope this proves useful and inspires you to take

                              
pictures again, I love you

                              
Sam x x x x ‘  

I grinned looking up to meet Sam’s smiling eyes. “I love you
too”. I said moving beside her to pull her into a tight hug. It was still a new
feeling hearing and saying it I couldn’t stop myself.

“Where did you get it from?....I haven’t seen one of these
in ages”.

“Ah....well it’s who you know sometimes.....someone at work
was selling their fathers camera collection....so I did a bit of research and
thought this one was the most useful to you”.

I was still uneasy about the cost she had spent. “It must
have been expensive?”

“You’re worth it....I’m sure you can think of a way to thank
me”. She said grinning.