Chapter Six

 

Groaning, Sammy turned upside down and propped her feet over the back of the couch. She was still lying that way in a thin gray t-shirt and a pair of white panties when Dianne walked into the living room several minutes later for the second time that hour.

 

Tilting her head to the side, Dianne walked around the couch and cocked an eyebrow. “What the Hell are you doing, Samantha?”

 

Glaring at Dianne, Sammy muttered. “I’m trying to see how long it takes for the blood to go to my head. I’m frustrated and I’ve nothing to take it out on. Mom hates it when we shoot bottles with the pellet gun. It gets glass all over the yard.”

 

“Why? I’ve not done anything to upset you off and Sam’s at Davey’s house.” Dianne asked, sitting down next to Sammy. She looked down at Sammy’s flushed face.

 

Sliding down off of the couch, Sammy quickly stood up. “You don’t wanna know why I’m frustrated.” She started to walk out of the living room but stopped in her tracks at Dianne’s dare.

 

“Try me; I might be able to help you.” Dianne stated, not realizing quite what Sammy was talking about.

 

Snorting, Sammy turned back to Dianne. “I can tell ya ahead of time that you’re not gonna want to help me with this, but God, how I wish you would. Since you wanna know so badly, fine! I was about to get off when you knocked on my door before dinner and now I can’t!” Sammy yelled. Seeing Dianne stunned, Sammy ran to her bedroom, locking the door behind her.

 

Dianne slumped back into the couch cushions, blinking repeatedly. When her mind finally cleared, she glanced up at where Sammy had been, only to see nothing there. Dianne shook her head, groaning as she dropped her head against the back of the couch. She muttered, “That was the last thing I needed to have in my mind.”

 

***

 

Dianne sat in the living room. She’d canceled her dinner plans with her family because she felt like shit. She hadn’t slept last night, and she was wired up tighter than a carnival tight rope. Images of Sammy pleasuring herself kept popping into her head. Dianne had been drinking beer off and on all day. She was torn between hoping that Sammy stayed away from her for the day, and praying that Sammy came over. The part of Dianne that hoped Sammy stayed away was afraid of losing control if Sammy was anywhere near her. The part of Dianne that was praying that she did came over, desperately wanting to throw Sammy down and fuck her brains out. Dianne felt like a schizophrenic. She considering having herself institutionalized.

 

She’d even convinced herself that wearing a strap-on under her old jeans was a good idea. Normally, Dianne would wear a bra so that the material of her shirt wouldn’t keep rubbing against her sensitive nipples. Today she wore a tight tank top and she was braless. Dianne’s rigid nipples ached. She was losing the fight against her irrational side. Sliding her hand up her shirt, Dianne took another swig of beer. Lazily caressing the underside of her breasts, Dianne shrugged and muttered in a husky, desire-laden voice. “What the Hell, she’s not my student any more. It won’t hurt to fantasize.” Dianne sat the beer bottle aside and trailed her left hand down her abdomen. Her fingers moved in light lazy strokes over the large bulge of the dildo at her crotch, stroking the flames of her desire.

 

***

 

Sammy had begun to wonder if Dianne would be coming over at all after not seeing her all day. It was Christmas and Sammy was lonely. She knew that her mother would make up for not being there and so would Sam, but she had been thinking Dianne would be there.

 

Early that morning, Sammy had started a turkey dinner with as much of the sides as she could handle. Peas and onions in butter came in a bag; sweet potatoes were nuked. She’d always loved helping her mom with the dressing. Everyone always had seconds or thirds on that. Two cups each diced onions and celery, sautéed, two big packages of seasoned breadcrumbs with turkey broth to hold it together, add the chopped pecans, minus the ones Sammy nibbled between stirs. Add the chunk cranberry sauce, Sammy hated the jellied stuff, dinner rolls, pumpkin pie and… she had no excuse not to share.

 

Now it was six P.M. and Dianne had not come over at all. Deciding to take the feast to her, Sammy made up a tray for two and headed over to Dianne’s house. Knocking on the door, Sammy waited for a few minutes. Not getting an answer, she rang the bell. That worked because she heard loud cussing and something sounding like glass shattering against a wall. When the door opened, Sammy stood in shock.

 

Dianne looked frazzled, her hair was mussed and her face was deeply flushed. Dianne cleared her throat, but her voice was still husky. “Can I help you, Samantha?

 

“I... uhm, just thought maybe you’d like to eat?” Sammy’s eyes widening when wild blue eyes looked her up and down as if she were the dinner. She relaxed a bit when Dianne nodded and backed away from the door a little, barely leaving Sammy enough room to enter. When her arm brushed across Dianne’s chest, Sammy’s breath hitched in her chest. She felt the nipples drag across her arm. Continuing into the kitchen, Sammy caught sight of what had hit the wall. A broken beer bottle lay in the hallway across from the living room. Glancing into the living room, Sammy stared at the mess of beer bottles scattered around. Having smelled the beer on the Dianne’s breath earlier, Sammy rolled her eyes. The feral look Dianne had given her was because Dianne was drunk as all Hell.

 

Setting the tray on the cutting-block island in the middle of the kitchen, Sammy turned in shock. Dianne had walked up right behind her without a sound and now they stood scarce an inch apart. Sammy tilted her head back until she was looking into blazing eyes. She had never seen that look on anyone and had no idea what it was.

 

Dianne warred with herself. She didn’t know what she was doing. Fantasies were one thing but her body was actually about to ravish Sammy, it was inevitable. Sammy’s eyes stare into hers, full of confusion and desire. Dianne’s control slipped. Growling low in her throat, Dianne picked Sammy up with her left arm and sat Sammy on the cutting-block island. At the same time she pushed their dinner back all the way to the other end of the island with the other. Dianne gave Sammy a wicked smile. “You want me, don’t you,” It wasn’t a question and both women knew it.

 

Sammy nodded.

 

“Good.” Dianne chuckled throatily, positioning her body between Sammy’s legs. She pressed their bodies tightly together and leaned her head down, nibbling on a small earlobe. Tracing the rim with her tongue before pulling back, Dianne growled loudly in her throat. “That’s very good because I’m gonna give you what you want. I’m gonna fuck you long and hard.”

 

Sammy shuddered. The dirty words and the growling assaulted her senses. She couldn’t believe what Dianne was doing. Sammy quickly wrapped her arms and legs around Dianne. A strong hand gripped the middle of her ass and picked her up. As Dianne walked back toward the living room, Sammy couldn’t help but feel the protrusion firmly pressing into her crotch. When she was put on the bed, Sammy started to undress but was stopped by a firm hand.

 

“I want to do that.” Blue eyes flashed, Dianne smirked before she pulled off her own shirt. Crawling onto the bed, she straddled Sammy’s waist. “I want to un-wrap you like a gift.”

 

Sammy breathed heavily. She wondered if this was a good idea. She knew Dianne was drunk and would probably regret this in the morning. She started to voice her thoughts. “Mayb-” A mouth on hers quickly silenced Sammy. A probing tongue demanded entrance. When she opened her lips, Dianne slid her long tongue in, in a deep search of the new territory. All thoughts of regrets and anything else quickly left Sammy’s mind.

 

Pulling back slightly, Dianne traced Sammy’s jaw line all the way to her chin and up, pulling further away when Sammy opened her mouth to try and capture her tongue. Chuckling, Dianne shook her head.

 

“Aren’t we eager? You really want me to do you. Do you want me to fuck you slowly and deeply or long and hard, Baby?” She rocked her hips slightly so that Sammy could feel her intentions. “I’ll do whatever you want as long as it involves my big toy and your tight wet pussy, and that hot ass of yours.”

 

Sammy blushed. Pressing her hips upward, she glanced into blue fire-filled eyes. She quickly looked down at Dianne’s bare breasts. She still couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please, just fuck me! I don’t care how you do it, just fuck me.” She groaned.

 

Dianne snickered as she rolled off Sammy and to the side. She quickly undid Sammy’s pants and pushed them off hard enough to shove her shoes off of her feet. She looked into Sammy’s eyes, and then down at her swollen ruby lips. Dianne couldn’t resist that mouth even if she had wanted to. Leaning over Sammy, she propped herself up with her left hand on one side of Sammy’s head and her right elbow on the other side. Glancing down, Dianne covered Sammy’s mouth with hers in a hard passionate kiss. When Sammy’s hands squeezed her bicep muscles, Dianne flexed them.

 

Sammy felt the strength in Dianne’s arms. She couldn’t stop the deep moan if she had wanted to. The Goddess of her dreams was about to fuck her and she wanted it so badly that everything about Dianne turned her on. Sammy was so lost in the sensations, she didn’t notice that Dianne had captured her wandering hands and now held them in her hand, stretched out above their heads. Breaking from the kiss as they panted for air, Dianne whispered to her. “Keep those hands there, Baby, or I’ll have to punish you. Trust me, you don’t want that.” Letting go of Sammy’s wrists, Dianne propped herself up again.

 

Sammy nodded, turning her head slightly to capture the lips that caressed her jaw. Dianne took control back, ramming her tongue in between Sammy’s parted lips. Running her hand up the center of Sammy’s still covered chest, Dianne grasped the collar of the t-shirt. She pulled her tongue back into her own mouth, Sammy moaned in protest. Gentling the kiss, Dianne lightly glided her lips over Sammy’s. When she figured they were safe from being bitten, she roughly tugged at the shirt, ripping it from Sammy’s body. The sound caused Sammy’s back to arch and she moaned. This side of Dianne was intoxicating and she wanted more, much more.

 

Pulling away from the kiss, Dianne grinned lecherously at Sammy’s bare breasts. Tossing the shredded shirt over her shoulder, Dianne gave Sammy another deep kiss before beginning a long torturous trek down Sammy’s chin and neck with her tongue, making her way across Sammy’s chest. Dianne let her tongue trail down all the way to Sammy’s hardened left nipple, slowly circling it until finally, she took into her mouth. Sucking hard, Dianne grinned around the nipple as Sammy squirmed underneath her. Nipping hard enough to make Sammy yelp, Dianne soothed the tortured nipple with her tongue, and then treated the other with the same movements.

 

Dianne made her way further down. Stopping at Sammy’s navel, she kissed it with an open mouth, letting her saliva drip into it. Dianne snaked her tongue in and out of it, the sounds Sammy made caused Dianne’s center to clench in sympathy. Placing one last small kiss to Sammy’s navel, Dianne traveled down to Sammy’s underwear. Shaking her head, Dianne tsked. She snapped the thin strap on the g-string to get Sammy’s attention. When Sammy looked at her in confusion, Dianne chuckled.

 

“Samantha Leanne Morgan, you should be ashamed of yourself. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the slutty way you’ve been dressing lately. Was that all for me?”

 

Sammy nodded.

 

Dianne smirked. “You know, you’ve just been asking to get fucked. You’re lucky I never threw you down on the gym floor and fucked you right there. What do you think about that; such an innocent little girl getting fucked by the big bad dyke teacher? That would be a sight to behold, in fact, hold on just a minute.” Jumping from the bed, Dianne walked over to her closet. Grabbing what she wanted, Dianne slowly walked toward the bed. Placing the black bag she’d got out onto the bed, Dianne snickered at the whimpering sounds Sammy made. Unzipping the bag, Dianne quickly set up the camera. Before turning it on, Dianne pulled a pair of handcuffs and a long chain from the bag.

 

Walking around the bed, Dianne trailed her finger tips from Sammy’s feet up to her jaw. Dianne’s palm caressed the smooth tanned skin until Sammy focused on her. Dangling the handcuffs over Sammy’s head, Dianne watched her eyes widen. She captured her wrists before Sammy could even think about moving them. Cuffing Sammy to the bed, Dianne tested the fit. “Not too tight, I hope?”

 

Sammy squirmed around a bit then relaxed back against the bed.

 

Dianne grinned deviously knowing Sammy was following her movements around the bed. Dianne dropped the bag on the floor and put a tape in the video camera.

 

Sammy’s eyes grew huge. ‘I can’t believe she is actually gonna record this. My God, she really is!’

 

Dianne crawled onto the bed from the foot and licked Sammy’s toes. She worked her way up Sammy’s right leg and then back down the left. When she finished, Dianne crawled back up until her body was directly on top of Sammy’s. Taking Sammy’s lips in a punishing kiss, she felt Sammy’s legs wrap around her upper thighs, pressing her harder against Sammy’s pumping hips. Dianne allowed it for a few moments and tore her mouth from Sammy’s.

 

Looking down into Sammy’s face, Dianne grinned. “Turn over, Baby, I want to play with that gorgeous ass of yours.”

 

Sammy scrambled to do as she was told getting onto her hands and knees with the help of the strong hands on her hips. Dianne looked down at the tight round ass that was pressing against her thighs and groaned. She scooted back but held Sammy in place. Moving around the bed to Sammy’s right side, she caressed the firm cheeks. Wrapping her right arm under her stomach, she pressed her hand into Sammy’s side, pulling her tightly against her front. She wrapped her left leg around both of Sammy’s legs and pulled them against her also, pressing her knee into the mattress. Rubbing her left hand on Sammy’s ass, she drew the hand back, licking her lips and taking a deep breath, she smacked Sammy’s ass.

 

“Oh God, yes,” Sammy screamed, the stinging sensation in her ass caused her pussy to clench. Her juices dripped from the swollen lips.

 

Raising her left eyebrow at that reaction, Dianne smirked and continued spanking Sammy. When she had drawn back and hit particularly hard, Dianne felt Sammy begin to tremble. Dianne thought that Sammy was crying.

 

Instead, Sammy screamed out. “FUCK ME! God... oh... oh... God... oh...”

 

Hearing Sammy moan with each smack, Dianne knew Sammy had come. She stopped spanking and rubbed her fingers harshly over the rapidly growing wet spot on Sammy’s underwear. Dianne smirked as Sammy dropped exhausted onto the bed. Seeing Sammy’s eyelids flutter closed, Dianne stood up and stripped her pants off. Pulling the thong off Sammy’s shapely ass and down her toned legs, Dianne brought the thin underwear up to her nose inhaling the scent of Sammy’s arousal. Growling deep in her chest, Dianne pulled a pair of ankle-cuffs from her black bag she cuffed Sammy’s ankles to the bed.

 

Crawling back onto the bed, Dianne loosened the chain then with an arm around her waist she pulled Sammy back up onto her knees. Biting and sucking at Sammy’s neck, Dianne felt her own center throb around the smaller end of the strap-on. The end she would be fucking Sammy with was thick and over a foot long. It would also pass Dianne’s fluids into Sammy. Dianne figured that for the first time it might hurt a little but after awhile, Sammy would really get into it. She’d probably love it when the juices squirted into her tight hot pussy. All of those thoughts disappeared when she felt Sammy begin to rouse.

 

Sammy was confused at first but became aware of Dianne holding her up and sucking on her neck. She then became aware of something else. A hard object glided through her wetness, not entering her, but rubbing against her engorged clit and swollen pussy lips. Tugging her ankles, she felt the cuffs around them. “God, what are you doing?” Sammy gasped when Dianne nipped hard at her neck.

 

Dianne chuckled, pulling Sammy against her body harder. “You may have gotten off, but I didn’t. I intend on going through with my promise to fuck you long and hard, Baby.” She said in a harsh voice, placing her hand around the dildo, she guided it through Sammy’s center, gathering the wetness on it. When her hand and the fat cock were both covered in Sammy’s wetness, Dianne brought her hand around to Sammy’s mouth. “Suck my fingers and lick ‘em like they were my cock, you hungry cunt.” She growled harshly. When Sammy hesitated, Dianne popped her ass with her free hand. “NOW,” She barked.

 

Sammy whimpered and tentatively wrapped her lips around two of the strong, long fingers. When the taste of her own wetness hit her tongue, she moaned and sucked harder. Sammy still felt weak from her explosive orgasm. She didn’t think she could handle much more, but she realized that Dianne would probably take her anyway.

 

Dianne took her hand back from Sammy. Bringing it back to the dildo, she guided it into Sammy’s pussy from behind. She entered slightly and waited for Sammy to become accustomed to it. When Sammy stopped whimpering, Dianne grasped her hips and whispered. “This is gonna hurt.” Pulling Sammy’s hips towards her, Dianne rammed in at the same time.

 

Sammy cried out. She fell onto her elbows and buried her tear-streaked face into the pillow. The inside of her pussy burned like Hell, and she sobbed loudly.

 

When Dianne began to pump her hips harshly into Sammy, her sobs mixed in with Dianne’s grunts.

 

Clawing at the blankets underneath her, Sammy twisted and pulled at the sheets. Slowly the pain mixed with pleasure and her sobs became moans. “Oh... Oh God... yes, please.” Moans mixed with grunts as Dianne’s hips smacked solidly into Sammy’s still sore ass. Dianne’s sweat stung as it rubbed into the welts on her ass. Shooting sparks dashed into Sammy’s center adding to her arousal with the sounds of the dildo driving into her dripping wet pussy. Dianne’s free hand moved to pinch and pull at Sammy’s nipples, her calloused fingers rubbed roughly over the sensitive buds. Sammy’s pussy clenched violently.

 

Dianne could feel her rapidly approaching orgasm. She let go of Sammy’s nipple and scratched her nails lightly up the back of Sammy’s right thigh. Dropping her right hand down onto the mattress, she used it to hold herself up. Wrapping her left arm around Sammy, she placed her hand between Sammy’s thighs and roughly rubbed her clit. The orgasm rushed through her. She pulled Sammy roughly against her, grinding her hips into the smaller woman’s ass.

 

Sammy yelled out her release as the tip of the dildo rubbed against her g-spot. Dianne’s warm juices squirted into her through the hollow prong. She could feel the sticky liquid pour from her sex and down her thighs. Tremors shook her body as she screamed, “Oh DIANNNNNNE!”

 

Hearing her name screamed, Dianne bit the back of Sammy’s neck. She came violently for a second time. Colors flashed behind her eyes and everything went black.

 

Sammy dropped to the bed in exhaustion with Dianne’s weight pressing her firmly into the mattress. Her eyes closed and she too succumbed to the darkness.

 

***

 

Dianne opened her eyes then narrowed them as the early morning sunlight increased the throbbing in her head. Her eyes widened when the warm body underneath her registered in her mind. She leaned on her elbow, staring at Sammy. The hangover clouding her mind didn’t let her figure out how Sammy got there.

 

Ignoring the pain in her head, Dianne painstakingly rolled off Sammy. She removed the handcuffs from around Sammy’s wrists, dropped them to the floor, and did the same with the ankle cuffs. Dianne got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom to relieve her self. When she returned, she lay back and pulled Sammy into her arms. Dianne spooned herself against Sammy’s back, her arms wrapping tightly around Sammy’s waist. She relaxed into the warmth of the bed, allowing sleep to take over.

 

***

 

Sammy curled into the warmth surrounding her body, she purred in delight. She’d never felt so warm and safe before, not even in her mother’s embrace. Feeling naked skin pressed against hers, her eyes popped open and all thoughts of her mother disappeared. Seeing where she was, Sammy grinned and turned around in Dianne’s embrace. She propped her head up onto her left arm and traced the finely arched eyebrows on Dianne’s face. Her fingertips trailed over high cheekbones and down to slightly bruised, full lips. She giggled quietly, wondering if her own looked the same.

 

Dianne felt the touch and pulled the warm inviting body closer, pressing her cheek into the caressing fingers. Slowly opening her eyes so as not to let the ache in her head get worse, Dianne stared at Sammy. She searched her foggy mind in an effort to remember the night before. Everything rushed back and Dianne groaned. Quickly untangling their limbs, she sat up dropping her face into her hands.

 

Sammy sighed, disappointed. She had known that this time would come. Dianne was beating herself up and would probably continue to do so. She’d make things easier on her. Figuring that touching Dianne would be a bad idea, she sat up to crawl off the bed. A dull pain in her center gave her a momentary pause and she stifled a whimper. After a few seconds the pain lowered to a dull throb. Sammy gingerly crawled out and limped into the bathroom for a shower. They both could use a few minutes to wrap their minds around the events of last night.

 

Dianne felt the bed dip down but she didn’t look at Sammy. A few minutes later, she heard the shower. Scrubbing her face, Dianne looked down at her lap. She rolled her eyes at the dildo sticking straight up. That movement made her head ache more. Standing up slowly, Dianne pulled off the harness and tossed it and the dildo onto the floor. Looking at the video camera, she saw it was still recording. She rose and shut it off then took the tape out. Dropping it onto the bed without a thought, Dianne sat back down.

 

“God, I knew I shouldn’t have been drinking. I always lose control. I’m such a fucking moron.” She glared at the dildo as if it had been the cause of her problems. Seeing slight traces of blood on the latex, Dianne growled. “FUCK, not only am I the dumbest idiot in the whole fucking world, I’m a Goddamned grade A asshole to boot. The poor kid’s probably hurting and here I am sulking about my fuck up.” Swallowing her guilt, Dianne walked toward the bathroom to make sure Sammy was all right.

 

Dianne paused outside of the bathroom door and hesitated before knocking. A few minutes went by without an answer, so she went in. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor as she walked toward the shower. She stopped at the curtain and cleared her throat.

 

“Are you okay, Samantha?” Dianne asked softly, wincing at the stupidity of her own question.

 

Sammy bit her lip and pressed her forehead against the shower wall. Not wanting Dianne to know how much pain she was in, Sammy lied, “I’m fine, Coach.”

 

Dianne frowned, knowing that Sammy had to be sore but understanding if she needed some time alone. “All right, I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re done.”

 

***

 

Sammy gingerly stepped out of the shower. She’d probably be walking funny for the next few days. While she dried off, she thought about how she might be able to help Dianne get over her issues. Sammy hoped that if she let Dianne stew on her own for awhile, everything would work out. Walking out of the bathroom, Sammy smiled slightly at how awkward the next few minutes would be. She held the large fluffy towel wrapped tightly around her body. Passing the door to the living room, she noticed that the bottles and broken glass had been cleaned up. ‘Damn, she sure works fast.’

 

Dianne glanced up from her cup of coffee when Sammy came into the kitchen, wanting to find any reason to delay the conversation they needed to have. Noticing Sammy’s state of undress, she suggested. “Why don’t you go get a shirt and some shorts from my room, they might be a little big on you, but I’m sure it’ll be better than walking around like that in the middle of the winter.”

 

Smiling sheepishly, Sammy nodded, “Thanks. I’ll be back in a few.”

 

Back in the bedroom, Sammy looked through the dresser. Finding a pair of green cargo shorts with a sewn-in adjustable belt, she dropped the towel and pulled them on. She pulled a black ribbed stretchy tank-top from the drawer, put it on and tucked it into the shorts. She adjusting the belt then looked for a brush. She snatched the small one from the dresser and gave some order to her mussed hair. She had been pissed when she’d had to get her hair cut after the accident, but she found she liked the short hairstyle. Dropping the brush back on the dresser, Sammy reached behind her head tracing the line of the scar underneath her hair.

 

“Still bothers you, doesn’t it?” Dianne asked in a quiet voice, propping against the doorjamb of the bedroom.

 

Dropping her arm, Sammy nodded sheepishly, “It feels funny.” Looking up from under her eyelashes, Sammy shrugged. In the mirror, her reflection showed small purple bite marks on the sides of her neck. She traced them with her fingertips. She was glad that the ones on her chest were mostly covered, they were bigger.

 

Dianne dropped her eyes. “Sorry about those, I just... get completely out of control when I’m drunk.” Shaking her head, she said in a low voice. “It shouldn’t have happened in the first place.”

 

Sammy glanced sharply over at Dianne and growled, “You may regret it, but I don’t. I loved last night, and I love you even if you won’t return that love. I’ll never be able to stop loving you, and you were right last night. I have been trying to seduce you, even though I hadn’t realized it. I dressed in that way, hoping against all hope that you would notice me. I just wasn’t quite sure what type of attention I was hoping to get. I may be naive, but I’m not stupid. I knew what I was getting into when I walked into this house and you looked at me like I was fresh meat.”

 

Dropping onto the edge of the bed, she hurriedly put her shoes on. Noticing the tape on the bed, she shook her head. “You can keep the tape. I’ll bring your clothes back by some other time and pick up mine.” She stopped in front of Dianne and reached up. Wrapping her hand in the dark hair she pulled Dianne down taking her lips in a passionate kiss. Pulling back, Sammy walked through the doorway. Tossing over her shoulder, she said. “By the way, apparently I do like it rough. You got me off twice last night.”

 

The door slammed shut. Dianne slid down the wall and sat. Banging her head back against the wall, she shouted. “FUCK! I DO LOVE YOU, DAMN IT!” The last words came in a broken sob, “But I just can’t let myself.”

 

***

 

Sammy walked into her room. Grabbing her black hoody with Smurfette on it she pulled it over her head. She was going next door to Amy’s. Storming out of the house, she jogged over to Amy’s house and let herself in. She found Amy in the den, watching TV. “Hey, Amy-girl, what’s up?” Sammy asked, sitting gingerly on the couch.

 

Amy raised an eyebrow at the slow way her friend walked and sat. “Not much, what’s up with you?”

 

Sammy blushed and stuttered, “Uhh... well... ummm...”

 

“Wait a sec., before ya stutter me ta death. Those aren’t your shorts and that men’s cologne scent that’s comin’ off of you...” Amy jumped up from the couch shouting, “Holy shit! You fucked Coach Rainer... didn’t you?” She said the last part in a normal tone.

 

Blushing brighter, Sammy pulled the hoody off and pulled the tank-top up over her head, “You tell me.”

 

Amy snorted. “Holy Hell, that woman is a fucking animal.” Shaking her head, Amy added, “Please put those things away before someone gets hurt.” As Sammy pulled her top back on, she asked, “So what happened next?”

 

Sammy grinning stupidly, “We both passed out.” Getting a cocked eyebrow from her friend she elaborated. “Then this morning the shit hit the fan because she was drunk. She’d been drinking all day before I got there.”

 

Amy looked at Sammy, “So what’s this mean?”

 

Shrugging, Sammy leaned back against the couch. “The ball is in her court, it’s not up to me.”

 

 

Chapter Seven

 

Sunday April 1st, 2007:

 

Four months later, Dianne still hadn’t talked to Sammy. Both were keeping themselves as busy as possible. Anna was unaware of the change in their relationship. She had noticed a difference in manner in her daughter; Sammy had become a smart-ass and had a really bad ‘I don’t give a damn’ type of attitude problem going on. The only things she hadn’t abandoned were her friends, sports, and school. She spent a lot of time on the computer. Anna had received a notice that she had been drawing six hundred dollars out of her trust-fund every month. She wasn’t too worried; she just wanted to know where it was going. When their paternal grandparents had died a couple of years before, the twins had been left a lot of money. With their father passing away from heart failure when they were twelve, the money went directly to Sammy and Sam.

 

Dianne was startled when a knock came at her door. She cleared her throat and called out, “C’mon in, I’m in the living room.” Seeing Anna walk in smiling, Dianne couldn’t help but smile back.

 

Anna sat down across from Dianne, “How are you? We haven’t been able to get into a decent conversation in a few months.”

 

“I’m doing as well as I can be. I’m just busy with a lot of grading.” Dianne grimaced, the only reason she was so busy was that she was giving her students a lot of work in order to keep herself going.

 

Anna nodded sighing, “My daughter has gained a serious attitude problem and I don’t know what’s going on with her. She doesn’t talk to me or her brother unless she has to. All she does is spend time on that computer of hers, go to practice, go to her games, hang out with her friends, and go to school. I received a notice that she’s been drawing a lot of money out of her trust-fund every month.”

 

Dianne let that process through her mind, “She might be taking college courses on-line. It’s a popular method of gaining credits quickly so that the student can graduate early.”

 

Nodding, Anna smiled. “The things they can do on computers, I guess you’re right. It does sound like something she would do. I just can’t help but wonder what her motivation is. She’s never been this distant from her family before, I tried cornering Amy into talking and she avoided the subject like the plague.”

 

Dianne had kept herself busy so that she wouldn’t think about Sammy. Sitting face to face with her older look-a-like, Dianne couldn’t help but think about her. “I wish I could help but we both have seen what happens when I try to talk to her, even if it’s just a polite greeting.”

 

Anna shook her head. “That child of mine is heading for an ass-busting of the major kind if she keeps this up.”

 

Dianne felt her cheeks heat up. The innocent threat placed pictures in her mind that had no right being there. She almost wanted to warn Anna that Sammy might like it a little too much.

 

Anna raised her eyebrow at the curious expression on Dianne’s face. Seeing the blush, she decided not to comment.

 

***

 

Amy and Sammy sat on the tailgate of Sammy’s pick-up truck in the driveway, discussing their plans for spring break. “After school we go directly to the mall. I’ve already got our tickets. Thank God for the computer that Mom gave me for Christmas. So after that, what should we do?”

 

Amy rolled her eyes at her hyper friend. She’d been this way for three months. She was starting to wonder if Sammy was doing drugs. “Why don’t we just hang out? I mean, that’s pretty much all we’ve got to do.”

 

“Hell yeah, can’t wait. We’re going to have so much fun in Hawaii. Think of all the leggy women we can check out.” Sammy wiggled her eyebrows, snorting when her friend groaned.

 

“God I swear, ever since you got laid you’ve been the biggest pervert at school. I’ve caught you almost falling out of your desk trying to get a look at a hot girl’s ass.” Amy stated, ducking the balled up paper that Sammy tossed at her.

 

“You’re jealous, s’all.” Sammy mock huffed, giggling when Amy busted out laughing at her haughty tone. “Besides all the hotties, think of what our tans will be like when we come home.”

 

“Bad assed, woman,” Amy shouted ducking down when Sammy’s mother and Dianne came out of the house next door.

 

Sammy snickered and then poked Amy in the side. That started a small tickling fight with the two girls falling onto the ground. Rolling her friend onto her back, Sammy pinned Amy’s wrists down with her left forearm and begun tickling her friend’s side with her free hand. Amy bucked Sammy over her head and quickly pinned her down, tickling her stomach. Sammy squealed, “C’mon I g-give. U--Uncle. Something!”

 

Snickering, Amy rolled off and lay beside Sammy. They tilted their heads back, seeing the older women standing in the yard, hands on their hips with identical amused expressions.

 

Sammy groaned and sat up, “Okay, stick a fork in me, I’m done.”

 

The comment caused Amy to bust out laughing again. Sammy stood up and slammed close the tailgate on her truck. She grabbed the still laughing Amy’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “I’m gonna go play on the PC, be good ‘kay?”

 

Amy waved at Sammy before she walked home.

 

Smirking, Sammy walked past her mother and Dianne, ignoring them. Stopping on the steps, she pulled at the hem of the shorts to get them out of her ass crack. Succeeding, she went into the house.

 

“See what I mean? She used to hug me whenever she saw me. Now it’s like I’m not even here.” Anna stated, staring sadly after her daughter.

 

Shaking her head to clear the image of Sammy’s tight ass from her head, Dianne stated in a confused tone. “That doesn’t even seem like the girl I first met.”

 

“I know. She doesn’t even seem like the girl I raised,” Anna said in agreement.

 

***

 

Sammy dropped into her desk chair and quickly turned on her computer. Waiting for it to boot up, she let her mind drift. When Anna had come back from her business trip at the end of December, Sammy had avoided talking about what she’d done for the holiday. The last thing she wanted to say was ‘yeah Mom, I let your best friend who happens to be my P.E. teacher fuck my brains out, and I enjoyed it’. She was extremely glad that the hickeys on her neck had healed up.

 

When Anna and Sam had finally been home at the same time, they’d all exchanged gifts. That was where her brand new, personalized, jet-black, Dell desk-top PC had come from, along with a few accessories. Messing with the computer, she had quickly found a college that had on-line classes. Signing up, she concentrated on completing as many courses as she could handle. Sammy was avoiding her family as much as possible. She didn’t want to get into a conversation about Dianne because that would make her depressed again. Bad enough that the one night they had slept together was constantly on her mind and in her dreams.

 

***

 

Sammy nudged Amy nodding towards a rack at the back of the aisle. She saw a light green bikini that was to die for. When Amy looked at it and gave her thumbs up, Sammy pulled it out. It was the perfect size. After helping Amy pick out her clothes, the two young women headed off to check out the rest of the mall.

 

Stopping off at the food mart, they chose the taco booth. Getting their food, they sat down at a table near the front. When Amy heard her name being called, she glanced up and gestured with her head in the direction. Sammy looked over and smirked upon seeing Coach Carsen. She waved the stocky brunette over. “Hey, Coach, what’s up?”

 

“Not much, what are your plans for spring break?” Danni’s golden-caramel eyes twinkled.

 

Sammy shook her head, looking at Danni, she asked. “Why do you look like you know something I should know and I’m not too sure that I’m gonna like it?”

 

Danni smirked, shrugging her shoulders. “I don’t know, maybe you’re just suspicious; could be anything… or anyone.”

 

Shaking her head, Sammy decided to skip the little guessing game that Coach Carsen insisting on playing. “We’re going to Hawaii. I just couldn’t get far enough away from this state.”

 

Nodding, Danni grabbed a nacho off Amy’s plate. Eating it quickly, she smiled at Amy and then turned her attention back to Sammy. “Sounds like fun. Listen, I’d like to talk to you sometime, preferably before you all leave, but I’ll take whatever you can do.”

 

Sammy clenched her jaw slightly before agreeing. “If I don’t come and see you tomorrow, come and get me as soon as break’s over, okay?”

 

Danni nodded and walked off. “What the Hell was that about,” Amy asked with her eyes still on the Coach’s ass as she walked away.

 

Slapping a hand over Amy’s eyes, Sammy stated. “It was probably about The Animal and quite frankly you shouldn’t be watching her ass. That’s how trouble starts.”

 

Amy rolled her eyes and smirked. “Yeah, right, me? Fall for a gym teacher? You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

 

***

 

Danni caught Sammy right before fourth period was supposed to start. Pulling Sammy into the bathroom, she checked to make sure they were alone then leaned against the sink counter.

 

Sammy rolled her eyes. “What is this all about, Coach? I didn’t do anything in the past month that I could possibly get in trouble for, so what’s up?”

 

Danni nodded, “Maybe not this month, but were you naughty or nice on Christmas day?”

 

Sammy groaned, “What the fuck did your bitch ass cousin fuckin’ say?”

 

Danni grinned, “And you said that you haven’t done anything in the past month that could get you in trouble, that right there would have counted as four days in detention if I were so inclined. But I’m not, so anyway. All my, as you put it,’ bitch ass cousin fucking said’ was that she, and I quote again, ‘had sex with you on Christmas and that now you’d rather kill her than kiss her’. Is she that bad of a fuck?”

 

Sammy glared at Danni. “Coach, you and I both know what my problem is. She wants to play nice and pretend it all never happened. I can barely pretend she’s not there, so pretending that the Animal didn’t fuck me is like trying to ignore the urge to either kiss her or kick her ass when we’re in the same room.”

 

Danni’s eyes widened, she had never thought that any one could growl like Dianne did when she was angry but she had just been proved wrong. When her mind finally registered what Sammy had called Dianne, Danni snickered. “Did you just call her ‘The Animal’?”

 

Sammy gave a sour smile, “Amy came up with that when she saw what I looked like the day after Christmas.”

 

***

 

Danni walked into the office of the gym. Her cousin was staring up at the ceiling in boredom. “Did you know that Amy and Sammy are going to Hawaii for the break?”

 

Dianne sat up and drawled, “Nooo, where’d you find that out from?”

 

Leaning against the desk, Danni said, “A little green eyed blonde birdie told me.”

 

“I wonder why Anna didn’t tell me.” Dianne questioned.

 

“Who knows, it may have actually slipped the woman’s mind. Things slip our minds all the time and we don’t have to deal with these kids twenty-four seven. She has to deal with two of her own and three others coming in and out the door almost constantly,” Danni answered.

 

“Maybe, it wouldn’t be the first time. Do you know when they leave?” Dianne asked.

 

“Probably tonight; with the way Sammy was acting, she’d rather get out of town as soon as possible to get away from things for awhile. Maybe she’ll get some of those hormones out of her system while she’s there. The girl almost bit my head off when I asked about her side of the thing that happened between the two of you on Christmas.” Danni gave her cousin a significant look.

 

Dianne felt a slight pang in her chest. The idea of Sammy doing anything with someone else hurt. Shrugging, she muttered, “I’ve got work to do. I’ll talk to you later.”

 

Danni glanced at her cousin, confused by the abrupt dismissal, “Okay, Miss Grouch.”

 

***

 

When their plane landed in Oahu, the two young women had been too tired to pay much attention to anything but getting to their hotel the night before. Today they walked around the large shopping centers and took in everything. Earlier, they’d called their hotel’s photographer and asked him to follow them around for their trip. They promised him a hefty tip if he made double prints when they paid their hotel tab. Catching sight of yet another tattoo shop, Amy had an idea. Stopping Sammy and tugging her over to one of the shop windows, she pointed, watching green eyes grow wider.

 

“Hell yeah, that’d totally rock. Let’s wait until close to the last day so that we can still swim and sun bathe and all that stuff.”

 

Nodding, Amy tugged her friend along. They spent the entire day going in and out of shops, buying souvenirs, and trying different foods. Neither of the young women could believe that they were really on a Hawaiian island. The beautiful women that they saw on the side walks made their hearts beat wildly and their palms sweat. But even when they retired to the hotel early in the evening, Sammy still couldn’t get a certain six foot Goddess out of her mind. No matter how hard she tried, the blue eyes would invade her mind and the husky voice would be there like a whisper on the cool ocean breeze. If she concentrated enough, she could feel Dianne’s hands on her body, the imprints were burned into her heart and soul.

 

On their second night on the island, the two decided to check out the clubs. They were back in the hotel before midnight. The clubs didn’t hold anything either teen cared to see.

 

They decided to spend their third day at the beach. They walked along the white sand in their new bathing suits drawing attention from both sexes while they played in the water and lay in the sun. They went back to the hotel to eat and to change before heading back to the beach. Walking along the shoreline in jean shorts and tank-tops, they saw a bonfire up ahead. When they approached, several people greeted them. They sat down on a log to join in the fun. When someone handed them drinks they started to decline.

 

Sammy glanced at Amy and shrugged, “What the Hell? We’re here ta cut loose aren’t we?”

 

Nodding, Amy accepted her drink and the bottle opener from a redheaded woman in a hula skirt and not much else. Sammy’s blood boiled seeing a tall dark-haired woman in a short grass skirt and a see-through bikini top. She took the glass the woman offered and smiled.

 

“Aloha, what’s your name? I’m Dilina,” The dark-haired islander greeted them.

 

“I’m Sammy,” She shook the offered hand.

 

“Mind if I sit here?” Dilina asked, gesturing to the end of the log next to Sammy.

 

“Go ahead.”

 

The few hours they had been sitting there drinking and laughing with the islanders, Dilina had been flirting with Sammy. Her hand rested on Sammy’s knee and she lightly scratching her manicured nails over the skin. Sammy tried to relax. Stopping the movement of Dilina’s hand, she turned toward her. Dilina quickly covered Sammy’s mouth with hers.

 

Feeling the tip of Dilina’s tongue piercing scrape across her top lip, Sammy moaned and opened her mouth. She had been thinking about asking Dilina to remove her hand, but now with the islander’s tongue dancing with hers she was beginning to think about getting more. Breaking her mouth away from Dilina’s, Sammy panted. “Maybe we... should take this... up to my... room?” When Dilina nodded, Sammy turned to catch Amy’s attention. Seeing Amy involved with a small redhead, she turned back to Dilina and shrugged.

 

They made barely made it into the hotel elevator before they were all over each other. When the door opened onto Sammy’s floor, she could barely walk thanks to the hand down the back of her shorts squeezing her ass. Sliding the key card through, she opened the door and dragged Dilina into the room. Sliding a ‘do not disturb’ tag onto the door handle outside, Sammy shut the door to find her self backed up against it. Dilina kissed Sammy passionately. She pulled on the snaps to Sammy’s shorts while backing them toward the bed. When her knees hit the bed, she fell back pulling Sammy atop of her. Rolling them over, she slid Sammy’s shorts down her legs.

 

Sammy kicked her shoes off and slid her thong down her thighs. She moved her hand to her shirt after Dilina took over with pulling off the thong. Sammy slid up to the top of the bed where the pillows were and watched the dark-skinned islander strip off her outfit. Her gaze was drawn instantly to the blue nipple ring that stood out brightly against a dark areola.

 

Dilina’s eyes twinkled in delight as she crawled up the bed towards Sammy. She knew exactly where Sammy was looking. Straddling Sammy’s lap, she ran her hands down her own chest, down her abdomen and then slid them up Sammy’s abdomen, over her firm breasts and further up to the back of her neck. Wrapping her fingers in the short blonde hair, she pulled Sammy’s mouth to her own. When Sammy wrapped her arms around her back, Dilina pulled them down on the bed until Sammy was lying underneath her. She pinched and pulled lightly at Sammy’s nipples.

 

Sammy was horny and it was hard to keep her eyes open. Images of Dianne flashed through her mind every time her eyes closed. When Dilina started kissing her way down Sammy’s chest, her eyes fluttered open again. She watched the dark head feasting on her nipples was nearly her undoing. Wrapping her fingers in the long silky dark hair, she held Dilina against her breasts. When brown eyes looked at her, the fantasy broke and she groaned. Quickly untangling her fingers from Dilina’s hair Sammy pushed her off.

 

“God, I’m so sorry Dilina, I can’t do this.”

 

“Why not, you were totally into it a few minutes ago?” Dilina asked, leaning up on her elbow beside Sammy.

 

Sammy shook her head and grimaced. “Yeah, sorry about that, I’m full of alcohol and a few minutes ago you looked enough like the woman I’m in love with for me to use you. That’s just wrong.”

 

Dilina pursed her lips together, “If you’re so in love with her, why isn’t she here with you?”

 

Sammy covered her eyes. “She’s on a trip about her being too old for me and shit like that. She’s ten years older. I don’t see that it’s such a big deal.”

 

They both glanced up as an extremely intoxicated Amy stumbled into the room with the help of the small redhead from the beach.

 

“Hey sorry about this, hope we didn’t interrupt anything.” The redhead smiled apologetically at Sammy while helping Amy lay down.

 

Sammy covered herself up with the quilt from the bottom of her bed.

 

Amy slurred. “Nope, from the looks of it, a six foot bitch from back home already did. Ain’t that right, Samantha?”

 

Sammy threw a pillow at her drunken friend and laughed when it knocked her down on her back. “I don’t want to be rude, but I’m gonna have a Hell of a time with her tomorrow. Maybe we’ll see you two some other time.”

 

Dilina nodded, already having risen and dressed. “Goodbye, Sammy. I hope things work out for you and your dream woman.” The young women were left to their sleep.

 

On the fourth day Amy and Sammy nursed their hangovers and prayed to the Porcelain Goddess.

 

They finally made it out to the tattoo shop on the fifth day. Sammy decided on a heart with a crack down the middle. She wanted it above her pubic line. She smirked when her best friend decided on getting just half of a heart tattooed on the same area. Walking into the shop, the two watched each other get the tattoos. They both thought that it was an interesting process. Sammy also had her belly button pierced while they were there. At a barber shop, Sammy had her hair cut into a pixie style.

 

On their last day, they shopped some more before heading to the airport. When their plane touched down late that night in Atlanta, Amy and Sammy decided to stay at a hotel before heading home. They knew their parents wouldn’t like it, but they didn’t want to take a chance in crashing the truck on their way home from being too tired. It was nearly five P.M. when the teens pulled into Sammy’s driveway. Taking their luggage, they went their separate ways. Sammy walked into her house, her arms laden with bags.

 

Anna yelled, “Samantha, get your backside in here so we can see you. I think I may have forgotten what you look like.” Dianne and Danni were sitting there visiting with her mom.

 

Trudging into the living room, she sat her bags down. Raising her hands out to the side, she turned in a circle. “There, that’s your reminder, now if you want your gifts, you’re gonna have to let me go change out of these clothes and then I’ll explain why I was late.”

 

Going into her room, she changed into a pair of low-rise shorts and a tank-top. She grimaced as sand came out of her shoes; she had hoped not to bring any of the white gritty stuff back home with her. Changing her socks, she went into the living room.

 

“All right, now why were you late?” Anna pointed a finger, seeing her, concerned that her daughter had missed three days in a school year for the first time ever.

 

“We were both too tired to drive yesterday. We figured you’d rather us crash at a hotel instead of crashing the truck.” Sammy stated, ducking down to open her suitcase. Rifling through it, a thick white envelope fell out.

 

Coach Carsen grabbed the envelope, Sammy reached for it but she was too late. Danni read the note on the front aloud. “‘Hey chickie, hope you’re not in the room with the ‘rents when you look at this. You were kinda distracted when the photographer gave us our photos, so I took the liberty of separating them. There were quite a few that I knew you wouldn’t want of me and whatever that redhead’s name was...’” Danni dodged out of the way when Sammy made a lame attempt at grabbing the thick envelope away from her and continued to read, “‘Any who, I left you the photos of you and Dilina. I really didn’t want those.’ “

 

Sammy looked around and blushed when she noticed that everyone was listening intently. “Please stop, Coach, ya know I hate having my notes read out loud.”

 

Snickering, Danni continued, despite Sammy’s protests, “‘In case I didn’t mention it before, I hope that Sammy-girl’s the one reading this, ‘cuz once you see these photos, chickie, you’ll understand why. See ya later chickie, luvz ya, Amy.’ AWWW, ain’t that sweet?” Danni dodged away from Sammy’s attempt to grab them. She pulled out the photos and whistled. Sammy looked over her shoulder and blushed. It was a picture of her straddling Dilina’s lap down at the beach, Sammy’s left hand was cupping Dilina’s left breast and Dilina’s left hand was down Sammy’s shorts, fondling her ass.

 

Dianne rolled her eyes, she really didn’t want to know, but when Danni practically shoved the picture in her face, she snatched it away, her eyes widened. She felt a jolt of jealousy, and shook her head in annoyance at herself. Tossing the picture back at Danni, Dianne growled. “I don’t need to see that.” She looked over at Sammy. She took in the young woman from head to toe. Sammy had tanned nicely while she was in Hawaii and her hair was spiked up. Lower on Sammy’s body, Dianne couldn’t help but catch a glimpse of something silver glinting in the living room light. Her brows furrowed when she caught a small inflamed area peeking above Sammy’s shorts.

 

Throwing her hands in the air, Sammy walked out of the room. She had forgotten about the photographer, now she wished she’d remembered him. She didn’t want anyone to know what she’d done in Hawaii. Going out to the front porch, she leaned sideways against one of the support posts.

 

Hearing the door open and shut, Sammy ignored whoever it was. A spicy clean scent drifted to her nose, something that was her most favorite scent and all Dianne. Dianne’s arm stretched out in front of her holding the picture envelope. Snatching it out of Dianne’s hand, she put it on the porch railing and continued to ignore her.

 

When Sammy had left the living room without any of her usual comebacks, Dianne felt that something was wrong. She’d taken the photos from Danni and waited a bit before following Sammy. Thinking she hadn’t wanted her to look, Dianne placed a hand on Sammy’s shoulder. “If you’re worried that I looked at the photos, I didn’t.”

 

Sammy allowed her self to take comfort in the warm hand on her shoulder. “It’s not as if you don’t have me in a more compromising position on video tape. I’m just not in the mood for getting picked on.”

 

“You usually aren’t so uptight about stuff. Is it me or what?” Dianne asked, rubbing her thumb across the smooth skin of Sammy’s neck.

 

“In a way, it is you. Every time I turn around you’re either actually here or my mind is conjuring up images of you and it does so at the damnedest times.” Turning Sammy around in her arms, Dianne pulled her against her chest and wrapped her arms around her waist.

 

“Do you want to talk about it?”

 

Sammy turned serious. “You’re the last person I expected to ask about it. I was actually about to get laid by a gorgeous woman and all of a sudden while she’s sucking on my tit, you popped into my mind. When I opened my eyes, Dilina looked up at me with her brown eyes and boom, the fantasy was gone.”

 

Dianne grinned crookedly, “I really don’t know if I should say I’m sorry or what.”

 

Sammy shook her head, “Don’t say it. I’m getting tired of hearing those words come from you.”

 

“Can I ask you something?” Dianne wanted to know if it was her eyes playing tricks on her.

 

Sammy snorted, “You’ve had your tongue down my throat and your cock in me and you have to ask if you can ask me something? You know more about me than anyone.”

 

Dianne shrugged, “I just... did you get a tattoo and a piercing?”

 

Sammy stepped a bit away from Dianne though still in her embrace. She pulled the edge of her tank-top up revealing the piercing. “Is this what you wanted to know?”

 

Dianne grinned; the little barbell in Sammy’s belly button was cute. “Okay I got that, but I could have sworn I saw a little tattoo.”

 

Sammy knew it was bothering Dianne but she was having fun. “Maybe, now what if I don’t wanna show it?”

 

“C’mon, I wanna see,” Dianne pouted hoping that would get her way.

 

Sammy thought it was sexy as Hell when Dianne pouted. Keeping her tank-top pulled up above her belly button, Sammy moved her other hand from where she had it over the tattoo and showed the small cracked heart just above the waistline of her cut-offs.

 

Dianne knelt to get a closer look at it. She traced it with her finger and glanced up as she saw Sammy flinch. “It hurts, huh?”

 

“It just irritates me a lot, Amy got one too.” Sammy replied, distracted by the tingling from the long fingers tracing the ink.

 

Feeling Sammy tremble, Dianne jerked her hand back and stood up. “Sorry, that was completely inappropriate.”

 

Sammy readjusted her tank top to where it wouldn’t irritate the piercing or her tattoo. “Stop fuckin’ apologizing, Goddamn it. If I didn’t want you touching me, you wouldn’t have. I’m eighteen; I’m only ten years younger than you. Why the Hell is that so wrong?”

 

Dianne shook her head, “You’re a student at my school, and it would never work.”

 

Sammy snorted; Dianne was just full of excuses. “Yeah whatever, I just can’t be friends with you and want you at the same time; it’s impossible, Coach Rainer.” She said Dianne’s title with disdain.

 

Dianne pulled Sammy into her arms. “I know you don’t want to hear it, but I am sorry. I care about you, but I can’t love you like that; it’s just wrong. One day you will find the woman who can love you.”

 

Sammy’s voice choked up, “I don’t want anyone else; why can’t you understand that?”

 

Dianne closed her eyes and swallowed a lump as if her heart had leapt into her throat. She wanted so badly to give Sammy what she wanted, but it would only cause trouble. Her heart was breaking and she knew what the tattoo on Sammy meant. Opening her eyes, she stared down into tears and made a decision that would kill her. She would leave Sammy alone and not bother her anymore after this. Lowering her head, she glided her lips over Sammy’s. It wasn’t a passionate kiss but when she felt small arms wrap around her neck, she traced Sammy’s lips with her tongue, and tasted the saltiness of Sammy’s tears.

 

Sammy allowed the questing muscle entrance to her mouth. She knew this was the end of anything between them, it felt so final. The tears flow down her cheeks as she pulled Dianne closer against her body, wrapping her fingers in the long silky black hair. When Dianne pulled out of the embrace, Sammy unwrapped herself from around her and dropped down onto the porch. Sobbing, she tried not to look at Dianne. She knew it would kill her if she did.

 

Dianne looked down at Sammy’s huddled form feeling her heart shatter. Taking a deep shuddering breath, she dried her tears. She walked down the porch and back to her house. She left Sammy to her sadness and went into her own.

 

 

Chapter Eight

 

Anna, Danni, and Sam went out on the porch. Sammy sat dry-eyed, looking defeated. Anna couldn’t figure out what had happened.

 

Looking at Sammy, Danni was ready to kill Dianne. Storming off the porch, she waved goodbye and headed to kick Dianne’s ass.

 

Sam crouched down and asked, “Are you all right, sis?”

 

Sammy shook her head, if she talked, she would start crying again. Sniffling, she decided to give them a short answer, “Let’s just say that Coach Rainer and I finally had a talk that we needed to have.”

 

Anna knew what her daughter was feeling. Almost every teenager goes through a crush that can never bare fruit. Kneeling, she took her daughter in a hug and felt the sobs wracking Sammy’s body. Sam sat next to them holding his sister from behind.

 

***

 

Danni slammed the door to Dianne’s house behind her and went in search of the troublemaker. She was about ready to scream when she heard sobs coming from Dianne’s bedroom. Walking in, she was shocked to see Dianne curled up on the bed. She clutched a pillow to her chest, tears flowed down her face.

 

Moving towards the bed, Danni asked, “What happened, Kody?”

 

No answer.

 

Danni crawled onto the bed beside her cousin and held Dianne. Dianne wrapped around her cousin, her head on her shoulder. Danni was surprised, Dianne had never sought comfort from her before, but there was a first for everything.

 

When Dianne calmed down, she said in a low voice. “Damn it, I do love Sammy, but there would be trouble. I ended it, completely. I won’t talk to her any more and I won’t bother her. I-It... h-hurts so... much.” Dianne sobbed. Holding Dianne tighter, Danni let her cry out the pain and frustration. She never thought that her stoic cousin would fall in love with someone like Sammy.

 

***

 

Wednesday, June 18th, 2008. Graduation Day:

 

“Come on, Amy, we’re gonna be late for the ceremony, damn it,” Sammy shouted.

 

“All right, all right, I’m ready. Let’s go,” Amy walked into the living room of her dad’s house.

 

When they arrived at the high school, Sammy and Amy were surprised at the number of vehicles parked along the road beside the school. Then again, a lot of people were graduating this year. Making their way into the gym, they headed into the locker room to change.

 

After changing into the green and white gowns and putting their caps on, they made their way to the seats provided. When the principle called the names of the graduates to approach the stage, the only thing anyone heard was applause as each student went up. When Sammy heard her name, she quickly made her way up to the stage. Accepting the diploma, she went and stood beside the other students on the end. Looking around, she caught blue eyes looking at her. Giving Dianne a small smile, she was glad when a bright smile came back to her. They hadn’t spoken since the day that Sammy and Amy had returned home from their trip to Hawaii. Sammy was pleased that Dianne was there to see her graduate.

 

Dianne stood next to Danni who kept snapping pictures of the graduates. Dianne figured it was so that Danni could remember her soft ball team. All week Dianne had been debating on whether or not to be at the ceremony. When the day finally came, she decided she would go. It might be the last time she would see Sammy. She’d cut off all association with the family except for the occasional lunch with Anna, and then only at Dianne’s house. They both figured it would be best for Sammy if Dianne didn’t come around. Looking up at the stage, she caught green eyes staring at her again and she grinned. She gave Sammy two thumbs up, and caught a wink back. She knew Sammy was excited to be through with high school, not to mention able to get out of Georgia. She’d been accepted into Florida State University.

 

The teens tossed their caps up, and then Sammy ran off the stage. She wanted to say goodbye to Dianne and looked around for her. Not seeing Dianne anywhere, she went in search of Danni. The Coach usually knew where Dianne was. Finding Danni talking to Amy, Sammy tapped Danni on the shoulder.

 

Danni turned and seeing who it was, she whispered in Sammy’s ear, “She’s in the office, she’ll probably stay there until everyone’s gone. She can’t stand crowds.”

 

Nodding, Sammy ran to the office. Peeking through the window, she smiled. Dianne had her feet propped on the desk, her head hung over the back of her chair. Knocking, Sammy grinned when Dianne straighten up in the chair and waved.

 

Sammy went in, shut the door and smiled as she walked around the desk. She sat on the edge across from Dianne, “I was hoping to see you one last time before I headed off to FSU.”

 

Dianne nodded, relieved that Sammy wanted to give her a special goodbye. Hanging her head, Dianne whispered, “Well, I wasn’t too sure if you wanted me here.”

 

Sammy shook her head, “Hey, I’m glad you were here. Last year was seriously fucked up, but I still wouldn’t trade it for anything, even if I could get my virginity back.”

 

Dianne looked at her, “You’ll never stop cussing will you?”

 

Sammy shrugged, “I enjoy shocking people. I’ve gotta get outta here. Amy and I are gonna go out on the boat. Maybe this time we won’t end up cracking someone’s skull.”

 

Dianne stood up scuffing her shoe on the thin rug. She glanced up under her eyelashes, “Have fun.”

 

Sammy stood and wrapped her arms around Dianne’s waist. Laying her head on Dianne’s chest, she breathed in her clean spicy scent. She still hurt but she didn’t want to leave things like that. Feeling strong arms wrap around her in return, Sammy smiled tremulously. She felt like crying but that wasn’t a good idea.

 

Dianne held Sammy tight. She knew the pain was still there, but she was glad to see that Sammy still cared about her. She had hoped that Sammy would hug her, but she didn’t ask, not wanting to upset her. Glancing up at the window, she saw Amy and Danni standing there with smirking. Dianne flipped them off. Amy busted out laughing and walked into the office, Danni followed.

 

“Hey, Short Stuff, it’s time ta go,” Amy glanced at her watch.

 

Squeezing Dianne’s waist one last time, Sammy stepped back and sniffled. Shaking her head, she cleared her throat. “Damn tears, it was worse on the last day of school.”

 

Danni knew how Sammy felt. It was the same for her, but that wasn’t the reason Sammy felt like crying.

 

When the young women left, Dianne closed her eyes, “God, I still love that little shrimp.”

 

Danni bumped her shoulder against Dianne’s, “She’ll be back, they never stay gone long. You’re living proof of that.”

 

***

 

Sat. March 12, 2016. Eight years later.

 

Sammy drove her black jeep with the windows down and the radio blasting. She was going home for the first time since graduation. She still wasn’t quite sure why she hadn’t kept in contact with her family. She hadn’t even kept in touch with Amy. She breathed deep, feeling the invigorating wind blow through her short black hair. She’d dyed her hair and had worn dark blue contacts for several years. Her old friends wouldn’t recognize her. Hell, she hardly recognized herself. She just hoped that her mom wouldn’t hate her look.

 

She’d stayed away from home using the excuse that her job as a photographer kept her busy. Now she was moving back. Due to the online courses she’d taken, she’d graduated college early at twenty-one. Now she was a well known photographer. Every once in awhile, she’d wonder how everyone was doing back home, one person in particular. Thinking of Dianne pissed her off. The only thing that had remained of that was how Dianne had taken her virginity and the hurt she caused. Sammy still hadn’t gotten over her. In college, she’d had her first and only girlfriend. Whenever the two tried to have sex, Sammy would lose the mood. After two months, the girl got tired of it and left.

 

Turning the jeep onto her old road, Sammy was nervous. She didn’t know what her family would say or do. She pulled into the driveway and shut the engine off. She opened her door and stood, taking in the house with a new coat of paint. It was blue instead of white. A wooden swing hung from the porch and the door had been stained a mahogany. The door opened and she tensed up. Her brows furrowed seeing a tall man with grey streaks in his black hair.

 

When he approached her, she recognized the lopsided smile.

 

“Can I help you, Miss?” Mat asked, not recognizing Sammy.

 

“Yeah Mat, I’m Sammy, Anna’s daughter. Could ya tell me where she is?” Sammy asked, smiling brightly.

 

“Sammy, been a long time. Your mom’s in the house. C’mon in,” Mat waved her in.

 

Sammy followed Mat, happy to be home. She looked around as she went into the living room. Hearing her mom’s laughter gave her a warm feeling on the inside. She hadn’t realized just how much she missed her mother until now.

 

“Anna, you won’t believe who just pulled up,” Mat said, knowing that Anna would be ecstatic.

 

Anna stood, seeing a young dark-haired woman, her brows furrowed, “Sammy?”

 

Smiling, Sammy nodded.

 

Anna wrapped her in a tight hug.

 

Hugging back, Sammy’s voice shook, “God I missed you so much, Mom. I’m sorry I waited so long to come back, but if you want me, I’m back permanently.”

 

Anna stepped back appraising Sammy. Sammy wore a pair of baggy black carpenter shorts and a white cut off t-shirt. The short dark hair didn’t quite look that good to Anna and neither did the blue contacts. Cupping Sammy’s face, Anna smiled tremulously, “God, I missed you. Of course I want you here. You’re still my baby even if you look different.”

 

Sammy smiled in relief and said sheepishly, “I know. I’ll probably end up taking the dye out. I’m still not sure exactly why I did it in the first place. So, I know this is a ridiculous question, but how is everyone?”

 

Grinning, Anna took her daughter over to the couch. “Well, I have no idea where to start. So much has happened in the past eight years.”

 

“Well, why don’t you start with yourself? What have you been up to, Ma?” Sammy suggested, wanting to know why Mat was there.

 

Anna was happy to oblige, “I retired this year. After you left, Mat and I dated for a few years and he asked me to marry him which we did last year. He’s a good man.” She looked over to Mat and smiled. His smile echoed hers.

 

Sammy’s eyes widened as she looked from one to the other, “Well, that’s a bit of a shock, Ma. But if you love each other, then I’m good with it.”

 

Mat smiled, “Don’t worry, I love your mother with all my heart and soul. I’ll leave you two to your girl talk and do some work in the shed.” Mat nodded and left.

 

Sammy watched her mother’s gaze follow him until he was gone. The emotions in Anna’s eyes filled Sammy’s heart with happiness. “How’s Sam? Do you see Amy anymore?”

 

Anna could scarcely believe Sammy was home, “Sam is fine, he’s just finished medical school, and he married Sharon, can you believe it?”

 

Sammy had known about Sam’s crush on Sharon from high school, “Yeah I can believe it. The little punk has always had a thing for her.”

 

Anna wondered if Sammy would want to hear about the next part, “Amy dated Danni Carsen for a while. Two years ago they had a joining ceremony.”

 

Sammy smirked, “Really? That doesn’t surprise me all.”

 

Anna knew what her daughter was thinking. “I guess your prediction on that one came true. They live next door with Dianne.”

 

Sammy nodded trying to take it all in, “Do you think that maybe I could stay here until I find a job and a place of my own?”

 

“Of course, dear, your old room is still the same so feel free to use it,” Anna stated, glad that Sammy was staying with her.

 

***

 

In her old room Sammy unpacked some of her stuff. She couldn’t believe how different she felt. Her eyes widened when she glanced at the corner of the closet. The skating gear that Dianne had given her was there. She hadn’t gone back to get her things from Dianne and she wondered how it got here. She wondered if her mother had ever found out what happened between them.

 

Looking at her old clothes, Sammy wondered if anything still fit. She left them deciding that she’d find out later. Opening one of the brown packing boxes on her bed, she quickly shut it. Her Florida friends were bad about giving her prank gifts on the holidays and her birthdays. The box was full of sex toys. Her friends kept telling her that she needed to get laid. She wondered how they would have reacted if she’d told them that she was frigid in bed with everyone but the one woman that she wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole. Going onto the next box, she smiled. This contained her picture albums and her awards. She was glad she came home, though she still missed her nutty friends. Her best friend Robby would be here soon. He was tired of Florida and he had decided to move with her. She looked up at a soft knock at her door. She saw her mother’s blonde-going-grey head poking through the door. That had changed too. She waved her mom in.

 

Smiling, Sammy greeted her. “Hey, Mom, what’s up?”

 

Anna sat down on the bed beside her daughter, “I just remembered that we’re having a cook out tomorrow. I thought I’d warn you in case you weren’t ready to see everyone again. Dianne will be here too, she is my step-daughter now and she’s also still my best friend.”

 

Nodding, Sammy smiled, “Mom, I expected that. It still hurts when I think about those two years but I need to get over it. Whether I like it or not, she is part of our family and I have to deal with her. I can’t avoid her. I’ll behave, I promise.”

 

Anna nodded. “I know that when you were younger, you avoided talking about certain times during those years. I still don’t understand why.”

 

Sammy pursed her lips. She’d figured that the subject would come up but not so soon.

 

Anna assured Sammy, “You don’t have to talk about it, Honey. I know some things people don’t want to talk about with their mother.”

 

Sammy shook her head, “I don’t want to. I’m afraid that this might ruin your friendship with Dianne.”

 

Anna’s brows knitted in confusion, “My God, did she rape you or something?”

 

“God no, Mother. Believe me, it was consensual,” Sammy stated vehemently.

 

Anna sighed in relief, “So you did sleep with her?”

 

Sammy nodded.

 

Shaking her head, Anna asked, “But I thought she said that she couldn’t be with you? Wasn’t that what you said when we asked why you were crying after you came back from Hawaii?”

 

Sammy replied, “That’s part of it. She had been drunk when we did it on Christmas day. She kept saying it was a mistake and that we didn’t have a chance of making it. Before we slept together, she’d said that I was too young, and nothing but trouble would come from it. I started wearing skimpy clothes, trying to seduce her because I’d take anything she gave me. In a way, it was my fault. If you’d have come home a couple of days earlier that Christmas, you would’ve known. I had hickeys and scratches all over.”

 

Anna raised an eyebrow, “If it was consensual, then why... My God! Was she at least gentle when she took your virginity?”

 

Sammy blushed. She hadn’t expected her mother to ask that. Why was she even having this conversation? Shaking her head, she refused to meet Anna’s gaze. “No she wasn’t, Mom. But I-I liked it.”

 

Anna’s eyebrows buried themselves in her hairline. “You mean to tell me that you... you like that kind of thing?”

 

Sammy’s blush deepened, “Yes?”

 

Anna smirked. Sammy had always been embarrassed talking about sex. Seeing her fidget the same way she used to as a teen was a relief. Sammy was so different now that it was good to find something that was still the same about her. “Okay, I’ll stop talking about that and let you get back to unpacking, Hon.” She looked down at the bed and spotted a silver plaque, a photography award. Looking at Sammy, she said softly. “I see that you’ve done well for yourself.”

 

Sammy grinned. She loved the look of pride in her mother’s eyes. “Yeah,” She said as she pointed to the open box, “There’s more in there if you want to see them.”

 

Anna pulled out the four awards. “Do you mind if I hang these in the living room with your high school honors?” She cleared her throat and said hurriedly, “Just until you find your own place, that is.”

 

Sammy nodded and said, “Keep them, Mom. You’re the one who always told me to do my best.”

 

Anna hugged her daughter and left her to her unpacking. Sammy grinned. She knew that as soon as everyone came over tomorrow, Anna would drive them crazy with talking about the awards. Anna had always been proud of her kids’ achievements.

 

***

 

When a body jumped on top of her and began tickling her sides Sammy grunted and rolled over. She giggled, knowing who it was. Groaning, she shouted, “Stop, I give, UNCLE. Something!”

 

Amy giggled and rolled off Sammy. She had come over with Danni to visit. She was thrilled when Anna had told her that Sammy was home. Excusing herself from the group of people in the living room, Danni had told her to go on and harass Sammy.

 

“Hey girl, I missed you. I should kick your ass for not even calling for, how many years, EIGHT?!”

 

Sammy snorted at Amy’s dramatics. Sitting up in bed, she rubbed her face briskly then ran her fingers through her short dark hair to give it some semblance of order. “I know, I know.”

 

Amy stared at the new color. When Sammy was younger every one always complimented her on the color of her hair. “Jesus! Why the Hell did you dye your hair?” She asked, staring at Sammy.

 

“Because I wanted to,” Sammy said dryly. Turning to her nightstand, she pulled out her contacts from the drawer and opened the case. They weren’t only for color. She also had some vision impairment. Putting the contacts in, she blinked to adjust them.

 

Amy had known that Sammy had sight problems in high school but Sammy had always denied it, refusing to wear glasses. When Sammy turned in her direction, Amy stared again at the drastic change in eye color.

 

Sammy smirked at the look on Amy’s face. She knew that her friends and family would be shocked at the changes she made. “Is every one already here?”

 

Amy nodded and got up from the bed. “C’mon, I want a hug.”

 

Sammy groaned and narrowed her eyes at her. Amy knew that she slept naked. Getting out of the bed, she wrapped her arms around Amy. “Are you happy now? Ya got a free feel. Don’t you have a wife,” She asked when she stepped back.

 

Amy grinned and shrugged, “So Ma told ya about me marrying Danni?”

 

Sammy snickered, shaking her head, “I warned you about those damned gym teachers.”

 

Amy knew her friend couldn’t resist the jab. “Yeah, yeah, what was it? Something about, ‘staring at their ass is how it all starts’?

 

Sammy groaned, “Oh yeah, and I believe you said, ‘Yeah right. Me? Fall in love with a gym teacher? You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me?’ “

 

Amy shook her head, “Yeah, so sue me. I fell in love with a gym teacher and I’m proud of it.”

 

Sammy walked over to her closet. She pulled out a pair of worn out blue jeans and a cut-off shirt that stopped a couple of inches above her belly button. After dressing, she sat down on the edge of her bed and put on her cowboy boots. Standing up, she saw the look on Amy’s face. “What?”

 

Amy shook her head grinning, “Damn, you’ve definitely grown up. You’ve still got your belly button pierced though.”

 

“Yep, I’ve also got my nipple pierced if ya didn’t notice,” Sammy snickered at Amy’s wide eyed look.

 

“Sorry, I was too busy staring at your muscles to notice your tits. C’mon lets go bug the folks.”

 

Sammy followed Amy out into the living room smiling at the looks. Shaking her head, she walked past, swaggering into the kitchen.

 

Hearing footsteps, Dianne looked up from the stove. She nearly burned her hand seeing Sammy. Anna saw the reaction and bumped her shoulder against Dianne’s arm. Catching her eyes, she nodded for Dianne to sit. “Thanks, Anna,” Dianne said, getting a chair on the other side of the cutting block island.

 

Sammy wrapped her arms around her mother in a hug, “Good morning, Mom.”

 

“Good morning, sweetie. Pull up a chair and talk with us for awhile. When every one gets their heads out of their asses, they’ll probably manage to make it in here,” Anna replied, grinning at her daughter.

 

Sammy pulled a stool over to the end of the counter, away from Dianne at the other end. She nodded to Dianne and looked at her Mom.

 

Dianne could hardly believe Sammy’s new look. This was not the same girl she had first met so many years ago. She could see confidence where there used to be confusion. Sammy had toned muscles and the little bit of baby fat was gone. Seeing the navel piercing her heart beat speed up. She had an urge to suck on the skin around it. Shaking her head, she turned toward Anna. Dianne caught a knowing look from Anna before she turned her attention back to the stove.

 

‘Oh God, she knows that we slept together.’ Dianne thought in a panic.

 

 

Chapter Nine

 

After everyone had eaten they sat around on the back porch. Sammy had asked when it was built. Mat told her he had built the shed, the porch, and the swing during the years that he had been living there. Sammy sipped her beer and reclined on a lounge chair with her legs straddling the sides of it. When Amy, Danni, and Dianne slid their chairs in front of her, she anticipated their questions as to what she’d been doing.

 

Amy was the first, “So Chickie, what’s been going on with you? Do ya have a girlfriend back in Florida?”

 

Sammy looked at Amy, “I haven’t had a girlfriend since my second year in college. I’ve been too busy for one. I hardly stayed in one place for long thanks to work. They sent me all over the world to take pictures of animals and such.”

 

Amy grinned, “Is that really why you haven’t had a girlfriend or is it because of something else?”

 

Sammy wasn’t going to tell any of them the real reason, especially not with Dianne sitting right there.

 

Danni snorted, “Sammy, we both know that she’ll bug you until you say something.”

 

Sammy looked off and whistled. She snorted when Amy kicked her leg, “You can try all you want; I’m pleading the fifth.”

 

Dianne shook her head, “Why did you decide to finally come home, Samantha?”

 

Sammy groaned. Dianne knew how much using her full name bothered her. “I just decided it was time. I don’t even understand why I stayed away for so long. I’m glad I came home though. I can’t wait until my friend Robby gets here from Florida.” She glanced out of the corner of her left eye at Dianne. She wanted so much to ask her if she had anyone special in her life, but was afraid she would see too much into it.

 

Danni grinned at the glances the two women kept giving each other. Deciding to cut into the silence, she asked, “Why all the changes?”

 

Shrugging, Sammy answered, “I just felt like being different a few years back and I’ve kept up with it. I’m actually getting kinda tired of it though. I’ve been thinking about taking the dye out and getting normal contacts.” ‘No way in Hell I’m telling them that I did it in the hopes that I wouldn’t attract anymore women like Dianne.’

 

Danni raised an eyebrow and asked, “Since when did you need contacts?”

 

Amy answered for Sammy, “She’s always had reading problems, but she always denied it and refused to wear glasses.”

 

Dianne shook her head, “Stubborn bull headed shrimp.”

 

Sammy stood, “That, coming from you?” Shaking her head, she went to get another drink.

 

Amy looked at Dianne, “What the Hell was that about?”

 

“I have no idea,” Dianne said, completely befuddled.

 

“At graduation she acted as if she’d gotten over everything. What the Hell is her problem?” Danni questioned.

 

***

 

Since being home for two weeks, Sammy had found a job working at a small nature magazine that operated in Gainesville. Sammy was ecstatic; Robby would be arriving the next day. She’d had the dye removed from her hair the week before and had ordered normal contacts and a pair of reading glasses from her Doctor. The items had arrived the day before and for once she was actually using them when she needed them. She felt strange whenever Dianne was around and her family and friends were baffled. She wouldn’t talk about it and they didn’t know what to do.

 

Dianne walked into the living room looking for Anna instead she found Sammy sitting on the floor at the coffee table. Sammy was typing like mad on her laptop and she was wearing small wire rimmed glasses. Dianne had been relieved when Sammy had dyed her hair back and stopped wearing the blue contacts. Sammy looked adorable right now, wearing a white Winnie the Pooh t-shirt and a pair of flannel boxers. A pencil was stuck behind her ear. Clearing her throat, Dianne waited until she had Sammy’s attention.

 

“Where’s Anna? I wanted to ask her over for lunch,” Dianne flinched when Sammy’s eyes narrowed.

 

“Ma’s at the grocery store. She’ll be back in an hour.” Sammy turned her attention back to the laptop. She didn’t want to be bitchy, but it was a reaction that Dianne never failed to bring about.

 

Tongue in cheek, Dianne considered her options. She could leave and let Sammy continue to be an asshole, or she could force her to talk about whatever was bothering her. She had decided on the second option when Sammy grumbled without even looking at her.

 

“Is there any reason why you’re still here?” Sammy cussed internally, she hadn’t meant for the question to slip out.

 

Grinding her teeth, Dianne stomped over and bent down so that they were face to face. “Why in Hell are you actin’ like this? I haven’t done a damn thing to you since you got here and every time I’m here, you act like a bitch! The last time we saw each other, you acted like you had gotten over all that bullshit. What’s changed?”

 

Closing her eyes, Sammy breathed deep. She opened her eyes and looked away from Dianne. “I don’t know.” She said tremulously, “Please, just leave me alone. I don’t feel like doing any soul-searching to figure out what the Hell’s going on. I have a dead-line tomorrow and I don’t have time for this.”

 

Clenching her fists, Dianne stormed from the living room. Sammy squeezed her eyes shut when the door slammed. She felt like screaming. She couldn’t understand the need she had to piss off Dianne. “God I hope Robby can help. He’s always good at figuring me out.” She shook her head and returned to her photo reports. She fought back tears. If she didn’t stay busy, she would break down.

 

***

 

Two hours later, Anna walked into Dianne’s house. She had returned from the store and Sammy had informed her, not so nicely, that ‘the bitch’ had came over to invite her to lunch. Sammy hadn’t even been like this when she was younger. She’d just ignored Dianne back then. Walking into the kitchen, she followed the sounds of fists hitting something. Walking onto the back porch, she found Dianne beating the Hell out of a gray punching bag hanging from a cross beam. Clearing her throat, she waited for her to turn around.

 

Hearing a throat clear, Dianne dropped her arms to her sides. Turning around, she spotted Anna. “Hey, do you want to have lunch?”

 

Anna knew that Dianne was still fighting the anger. “What happened?”

 

Rolling her head on her shoulders, Dianne held off a bit before replying. “I finally confronted Sammy about how she’s been treating me and let’s just say it didn’t end too well.”

 

Anna nodded, taking Dianne by the arm she pulled her into the kitchen. Pushing her into a chair, Anna began fixing turkey sandwiches for them. When she was done, she pulled out two bottles of Budweiser and sat it all on the cutting-block island in front of them. Sitting on a stool, she thought a moment, “I think I preferred it when she was younger and just refused to acknowledge you. At least then, we didn’t know for sure that she would love to kick your ass if given half the chance.”

 

Dianne snorted. Grabbing a sandwich, she bit some off and chewed slowly. Taking a sip of her beer to wash it down, she replied, “No, at least now I know that she knows I still exist. I’d rather her hate me than ignore me. I don’t know why, but at least now it doesn’t actually hurt. It just pisses me off.”

 

Anna grinned, Dianne had never admitted it, but she knew Dianne loved Sammy deeply. “You know, my daughter and I had a nice conversation the day she came home,” She raised an eyebrow at Dianne.

 

Dianne groaned; she knew that Anna would bring that up. Swallowing hard, she sipped her beer. Cupping the bottle, she hoped the chill would cool down the blush. She hoped Anna didn’t notice.

 

Anna had seen the look on Dianne’s face on someone else. “I understand why you had that expression nearly a decade ago after I made some asinine comment about busting Sammy’s ass.”

 

Dianne found it amusing, “I had hoped you didn’t notice that.”

 

Anna became serious, “You do realize I should smack the Hell out of you. For years, I had tried to understand why Samantha wouldn’t say anything about that Christmas, and then we finally talked about it. The way she was avoiding it, I thought the worst.”

 

Dianne looked at Anna. “What the Hell? Did you think I raped her?!”

 

Nodding, Anna answered, “Yes, at first, but when I asked Sammy, she made it clear that it was consensual.”

 

Dianne asked, “What did she say to make you even think that in the first place?”

 

“When I had brought up that day, Sammy took so long to answer I assured her that she didn’t have to talk about it. I know there are some things that no one wants to talk to their mother about. When I said that, she told me that she didn’t want to talk about it because she was afraid that it would ruin our friendship.”

 

Dianne nodded, “I can understand why that would make you think I had done something awful. She’s always had a way of confusing people.”

 

Anna agreed, “Yes, but we wouldn’t want her any other way. I’m glad that she took that dye out of her hair. It didn’t look right on her.”

 

Danni had told Dianne that she thought Sammy looked a lot like her with the dark hair and blue contacts. “I don’t know, I think she looked cute, but she’ll always look better as a strawberry blonde with those gorgeous green eyes.” Sighing, Dianne propped her chin on her hand.

 

Anna snorted at the dreamy look on Dianne’s face. It reminded her of Sammy’s crush on Dianne. “Why didn’t you two tell me about what had happened?”

 

Dianne raised an eyebrow, “Seriously, would you have told someone’s mother that you had sex with their teenage daughter? Or would you have told your mother that you slept with a high school teacher?”

 

Anna’s mother had been very strict, so too the twins’ paternal grandmother. She grinned at the irony. “Hell no, Samuel Sr.’s parents would have banned me from the house and my mother would have grounded me for life.”

 

Dianne asked uneasily, “How much did she tell you about that night?”

 

Anna decided to tease Dianne. “What do you think she told me?”

 

Dianne shook her head. “Nuh-uh, you’re not getting me to play that game. With my luck I’ll end up telling you what she didn’t.”

 

Anna knew Dianne would catch on fast, “I had asked her if you were at least gentle. She informed me that you weren’t but she liked it.” Anna shrugged, “You know, she thinks that the entire thing was her fault. She tried to seduce you by showing off her body, so your entire friendship was shot to Hell.”

 

Dianne felt a catch inside, “I never knew that she blamed herself for that. I got out of control and that’s how we ended up sleeping together.”

 

Anna looked over at Dianne, “She told me that she had seduced you.”

 

Dianne grimaced, “I was extremely drunk and already worked up by the time Sammy brought Christmas dinner over. Things just spiraled downward from the moment I opened the door. When I’m drunk, I’m a completely different person.”

 

Anna had to ask, “Why were you so wired?”

 

Groaning, Dianne dropped her head down onto the table. In a low voice, she explained what had happened the day before. When Dianne had finished, Anna was snickering.

 

Dianne glared at Anna, “What’s so funny?”

 

“It’s just that Sammy’s always been bad about giving too much information when she’s angry or upset,” Anna answered, calming down.

 

“Shouldn’t you want to smack me instead of finding something funny about the situation?” Dianne pouted trying to will away the blushing.

 

Anna answered, “I would kick your ass, but my leg won’t reach that high and besides that, Sammy was eighteen, an adult. I have no right to do something like that. You were only giving her what she thought she wanted. She probably regrets the way she lost her virginity and that’s why she’s taking her frustration out on you.”

 

Sadness rushed through Dianne at the thought of Sammy regretting what had happened between them. Even though she had always felt bad for not giving Sammy the love she deserved, she never wanted Sammy to regret it. Thinking back, the real reason Dianne had never told Sammy that she loved her was because she was afraid of getting her heart broken, not because she was afraid of losing her job. Looking at Sammy’s mother, Dianne felt the walls crumble. Tears poured down her cheeks and she covered her face with her hands.

 

At Dianne’s tears, Anna wished she could take the words back. She wrapped her arms around Dianne and held her head against her chest. When Dianne wrapped her arms around Anna’s waist, Anna smiled softly. She had always felt a connection with Dianne. Since Dianne was her step-daughter, the connection went even deeper. She felt protective toward her ever since she first met Dianne. She had only ever felt that way for her son and daughter.

 

***

 

Sammy smirked at the shocked look in Robby’s brown eyes. The tall, blonde haired man had just stepped off the plane ramp when Sammy stepped into view.

 

Robby had never seen Sammy before she dyed her hair and started wearing blue contacts. He grinned at the green-eyed blonde.

 

“Wooooo girl, you could definitely rock some foundations looking like that sweetie, mmhmm.” Robby snapped his fingers and whistled.

 

Sammy rolled her eyes at his dramatics, “C’mon lets get outta here, ya big queen. I wanna get home and see what’s for dinner.”

 

Robby wrinkled his nose Sammy’s comment as he followed her out to the parking lot. Around the office in Florida, she was notorious for her appetite. Taking in the worn out jeans and the cut-off shirt she wore, he shook his head. Since he had first met the little spit fire, she had always been the ultimate professional, even when they weren’t at the office. Noticing the black cowboy boots she was wearing, he couldn’t help but ask.

 

“When did you become the big bad butch, Little Miss Thang?”

 

Sammy tossed back, “I’m always big and bad, Honey.” She unlocked her old blue pick-up truck and got in. “But I’m just a little bit country, Girl.”

 

Robby got in, snickering at the stickers on the dash board. When he read one that said, ‘Hot for Teacher’, he raised an eyebrow. “Wasn’t that song before our time?”

 

Sammy glanced down, she had forgotten about the sticker being in there. She wondered about the decision she’d made to get the old truck out of the garage. “It’s been there since high school. At one point, I was hot for a teacher.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

 

“Who was she? What did she look like? Did she know?” Robby asked fast. He was notorious for his rapid-fire questions, in and out of work.

 

Sammy groaned, some times she hated her friend’s nosey disposition. “You remember when I told you how I lost my virginity?” When he nodded, she grinned, “That was her.”

 

Robby stared. Getting her drunk on tequila was the only way he could ever get her to talk about her past. He just figured that she wanted to forget about it. In college, when she had told him how she lost her virginity, she never said who the woman had been. She just said that the woman regretted it the next day and their friendship was fucked up after that. She had also explained about how she couldn’t have an orgasm with anyone else. She had been a complete wreck after the break up with her first real girlfriend and he’d been there with open arms for her. She was like a sister to him. She was always there for him when someone gave him bullshit at work just because he was gay.

 

“You mean to tell me that you...”

 

Sammy snickered, being the evil little imp that she was, she decided to rattle him. “She was my gym coach and English Lit. teacher during my junior year at North Hall. What makes matters worse is that when I got home, I found out that her dad married my mother.”

 

Robby blinked after a few minutes, “You poor little thing, is she around a lot?”

 

Sammy nodded her head, clearing her throat. “She lives right next door and she’s at the house almost every day. She’s not only my step-sister, but she’s been my mom’s best friend since before we slept together. Mom didn’t find out about that until the day I came back from Florida two weeks ago.”

 

Robby knew how good Sammy was at keeping secrets, “So you’re telling me that you really lived everyone’s fantasy?”

 

Sammy knew that Robby was an avid fan fiction reader. He was constantly reading some story or another on the internet. She gave him a smart ass comment, “Just because someone wrote more than one story about it, does not mean that everyone fantasizes about getting fucked by a teacher.”

 

Robby made a tsking noise and admonished her. “Yes it does, else wise, so many people wouldn’t read them or write about it.”

 

They’d had this argument several times. He always kept it up until she finally admitted defeat, “Fine, whatever. I don’t feel much like arguing about that subject; or continuing it for that matter. I’ll always say that not everyone fantasizes about their gym coach fucking their brains out and you’ll always say that they do.”

 

Robby just had to ask, “Okay, you keep saying fucking, does that mean that it was rough and heavy, or slow and loving?” He said the first choice in a deep voice and the second in a high pitched feminine voice.

 

Grinning deviously, Sammy winked at him then quickly turned her attention back to the road.

 

Robby knew what that meant. “You dirty little pain slut.”

 

Sammy giggled. She was glad that Robbie would be staying with her at her mother’s house. Sam had offered up his room. Anna had agreed, saying that they had more than enough room, and another addition to their little rag-tag band would be great. “Whatever you do, do not call me that in front of my mother. It was embarrassing enough when I finally told her about what had happened.”

 

Watching the road, Sammy never saw the evil little glint that flashed in Robby’s eyes. ‘Oh Little Spit Fire, I’m just going to have to do it. Besides, you didn’t say please.’

 

***

 

When Sammy and Robby arrived at Anna’s house, no one was in. Sammy knew exactly where they were. Turning around, she went back outside to help Robby get his bags. She desperately hoped that Robby would behave and not bring up stuff that no one needed to know. She also hoped that Amy didn’t corner him and drag information out of the gossip queen.

 

When they finished taking his luggage up to Sam’s old room, Sammy snickered. Sam had kept his posters on the wall. Among them were several pull-outs from Playboy. She looked over at Robbie and threw her hands up in mock defeat for his suffering.

 

She clapped her hands together, “Well, time ta go meet the family. C’mon.”

 

Robby followed her downstairs and outside. His confusion cleared up when they walked to the house on the left. He remembered her saying that the Coach lived next door. He was giddy that he would be meeting her so soon into his move here. Following Sammy into the house, he took it all in. When they went into the living room, he smiled broadly at the group.

 

Sammy’s family sat around the living room watching TV. Stepping sideways so that they could see her guest, she introduced him. “Guys, this is Robert Donivan.” Placing her hand on his shoulder, she pointed out each person. “Robby, that’s Danni, Amy’s wife and that’s Amy sitting next to her. Then you’ve got Sam, my twin brother, and his wife Sharon. Next to them is my mom, and then there’s Mat. That’s just Dianne.” She said the last sentence in a bored tone and then turned back to Robby.

 

Robby raised an eyebrow at the way she had introduced Dianne. When he figured it out, he smirked and muttered into her ear loud enough for only her to hear, or at least he thought it was only her. “That was rude, you dirty little pain slut.”

 

Sammy groaned at a low throaty chuckle. She knew Dianne had heard Robby. Slapping him on the shoulder, she stepped around him and flopped onto the couch next to her mom. “Go on and take a seat, Freak.”

 

Robby chuckled and winked at her. She only called him that when he got on her nerves. Sitting next to her, he patted her on the head, chuckling again when she elbowed him in the side.

 

Dianne took in the action between the two. She was amused by his nick name for Sammy, especially since it was true.

 

Amy smirked at the closeness of the two friends. Later she’d corner Robby and ask about Sammy.

 

 

Chapter Ten

 

Amy walked out onto the back porch. Robby sat in a lounge chair talking with Danni, Sam, Mat, and Dianne. After an hour, Amy decided to corner Robby. Walking up to him, she smiled and nodded.

 

Robby had seen pictures of Amy in a couple of Sammy’s photo albums. He knew that they were best friends growing up. “So, what’s up?”

 

Amy motioned for Robby to follow her to the garden further back. She decided to cut to the chase, “I’m wondering about something and thought maybe you could clear things up.”

 

Robby figured that it had something to do with Sammy, “What do you want to know?”

 

“Why hasn’t she had a girlfriend since college?” Amy asked.

 

From her chair on the porch edge several yards away, Dianne heard the conversation.

 

Robby thought didn’t know if he should answer knowing that the main problem, Dianne, was listening, Sammy would kick his ass if she ever found out that he had said anything. He saw the way Dianne had looked longingly at Sammy. He knew that look meant love. Why hadn’t she ever told Sammy? He figured she didn’t want to lose her job. The way Sammy now acted toward Dianne the woman probably thought Sammy hated her. He had to find out why his friend acted like a bitch around Dianne. That would be worth the ass kicking. He turned serious and looked at Amy.

 

“Her first girlfriend broke up with her because of their lack of sex-life. Sammy would always stop the woman when they got to a certain part during sex or she would go all the way and not be able to orgasm. She’s tried one night stands and the same thing would happen.”

 

Amy knew that the same thing had happened in Hawaii. After Sammy had gotten over her depression with the finality of Dianne’s goodbye, they had finally talked about what had happened with Dilina. Nodding, she asked hesitantly. “Did... she ever talk to you about why she couldn’t go through with it?”

 

Robby shook his head. “I’m not about to talk about that. Not right now any way.”

 

Dianne figured it had something to do with her. She decided to give the two some privacy. She stood up nodding at Robby and Amy. Walking back into the house, she felt bad for Sammy. She couldn’t imagine the frustration Sammy had gone through.

 

Robby watched Dianne go inside. “The main reason that she gave was that the woman she had been in love with back home kept popping into her mind, images of the time that they had slept together, and everything. The only reason she even said anything was that she was loaded on tequila when I asked.”

 

Amy knew Sammy couldn’t stop her self from talking when she was smashed on tequila. They’d drunk it several times on the boat during senior year and Sammy had answered every question that Amy posed. Including the ones that she had asked about the night Sammy slept with Dianne.

 

***

 

Sammy rolled her eyes when Dianne came into the living room. She figured Amy was probably grilling Robby. She understood why Dianne had come back in. Robby’s gossiping even got on Sammy’s nerves. Raising an eyebrow at Anna, she grinned. They had been talking about Robby’s penchant for dishing the dirt.

 

Anna decided to pick on Dianne, “You get tired of the gossip outside?”

 

Dianne dropped into her recliner and groaned. Looking at Anna, she nodded, “There are certain things I don’t care to hear about and someone else’s sex life is definitely one of them, especially when I don’t have one of my own.”

 

That answered Sammy’s question of whether Dianne had a special someone, or not, “You’re just jealous, that’s all.”

 

Raising an eyebrow, Dianne gave a cheeky grin, “You’re the one they’re talking about.”

 

Sammy’s eyes narrowed. She leaned close to Dianne and growled. “Don’t start with me, lady. It’s your fault that I don’t have one!” Rising, she walked out of the room.

 

Anna blinked in confusion, “What the Hell did she mean by that?”

 

Shrugging, Dianne pulled out the foot prop on the recliner and let it up. Lying back, she said, “All I know is, Robby said she hasn’t ever been able to have an orgasm. Her college girlfriend broke up with her because every time that they tried to have sex, Sammy would end up stopping.”

 

Anna held up her hands in surrender, “There are just some things one doesn’t want know about their kid.”

 

***

 

Sammy sat on the tailgate of her old blue truck in the driveway. Her arms wrapped around her legs, her cheek pressed into her knee. She’d been sitting there for a couple of hours trying to relax. Dianne’s comment about her sex life had frustrated her to no end. She didn’t really blame Dianne for her lack of sex. She knew that her mind was responsible for it though the why had always confused her. She’d thought that she had finished with Dianne after her first year of college. She grimaced hearing Robby’s boisterous laughter coming closer. The grimace deepened when she heard Amy laughing with him. Turning to them, she rolled her eyes.

 

Amy spotted Sammy and said, “Well if that don’t take me back to our high school years, then I don’t know what would.”

 

Robby knew what she was talking about. Having seen all of Sammy’s pictures, he’d seen plenty of the teens sitting in that exact spot. Grinning, he jumped up into the bed of the truck beside her and noticed the frown on her face. “Ahh what’s wrong ya little pain slut?”

 

Sammy groaned, now Amy would start calling her that too. “I’m in a shitty mood.”

 

Amy pulled herself into the bed of the truck. She wrapped an arm around Sammy and pulled her close, propping her head on Sammy’s head. “Did the big bad dyke Coach do something to upset the little pain slut?” She asked in a low voice.

 

Sammy snickered. Dianne had called herself that while they had sex, “No she didn’t, I just got all hissy about a cheeky comment she made.”

 

Robby groaned. Dianne had heard them and she had picked on Sammy about it. Plopping down on the other side of Sammy, he wrapped an arm her and propped his head on Sammy’s shoulder. Thinking of what they looked like, he chuckled.

 

“What the Hell are you laughing about, Freak?” Sammy asked in an irritated tone.

 

Snickering some more, he said, “Ya know, we probably look like those three ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ monkeys.”

 

At that, all three busted out laughing. Every time one sobered another would make a face. Tears rolled down their cheeks and they all fell backwards in a heap. Snorting, Sammy tried to get her breathing under control. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down.

 

“God, I needed that. Thanks Freak.”

 

Robby grinned. He was glad she had lost the foul mood. “Ah, it’s no problem, Little Pain Slut.”

 

Shaking her head, Sammy sat up from the heap, “Are you seriously gonna keep calling me that?”

 

Robby nodded, “Yup. It gets a rise out of you. You look ‘oh so innocent’ but you like it rough.”

 

Amy added, “C’mon Short Stuff, admit it. You got off when Dianne spanked you hard.”

 

Robby’s eyes widened, he didn’t know about that, “Oooooh, someone really does like the kink.”

 

Sammy grinned, she could put up with the comments. They really were the truth. The only way she could orgasm when she masturbated was if she was rough with herself. “Okay, okay, I give, but please don’t keep bringing up that night. I really don’t like Rosie Red Palmer and her ten sisters.”

 

Amy giggled at that remark. She sat up bumping shoulders with Sammy. Wiggling her eyebrows, she gestured with her head toward Dianne’s house. “There’s always the alternative. I know for sure she wouldn’t have any problems with the idea of fucking you now.”

 

Shaking her head, Sammy said vehemently. “Hell nah, I wouldn’t touch that woman with a fuckin’ ten foot pole. I don’t care if she is the only person on this planet who can get me off.”

 

Amy asked, “Why is that?”

 

Sammy replied, “She’s a bitch. That’s why.”

 

Amy looked into Sammy’s eyes, “That would be the other way around here lately, Hon. Why have you been acting like that?”

 

Looking down, Sammy tried to blink away the sudden tears. She couldn’t get around the question this time. Amy was right. She’d thought about it in bed the night before. “Being around her so much here lately has made me realize that I still hurt from the way she rejected me. I was gone for eight years, I thought I was over it, but I’m not. I try not to act nasty, but it comes out no matter what I do to stop it.”

 

Amy knew how sensitive she was on this subject. Pulling Sammy into her arms, she held her close rocking them back and forth as Sammy wept. Robby wrapped his arms around the both of them and hummed softly.

 

***

 

Sunday, April 3rd, 2016:

 

Dianne went through her closet. She was cleaning it out for the first time in a very long time and the things she found baffled her. Finding a shredded t-shirt, she raised an eyebrow. Her eyes widened when she figured out from whence it had come. “Damn, I didn’t realize just how long it’s really been since I’ve cleaned this closet. Jesus!” She shook her head and tossed the shirt into a trash bag.

 

Opening a black bag, she grabbed the video tapes and stood up. Setting the tapes on the VCR, she popped one in and sat down. She needed to find out which ones were used and which ones weren’t. An hour later, she had just popped in the fifteenth one when Amy entered. Glancing at Amy, she nodded and looked back at the screen.

 

Amy looked over at the fuzzy video. Her eyes widened at a scene showing a small naked woman chained to the bed. Dianne went to turn off the VCR, but not before the woman had lifted her head. Amy worked her jaw, trying to talk. She was shocked seeing Sammy cuffed to Dianne’s bed. Amy’s thoughts tumbled over themselves.

 

Dianne stood there holding the tape, blinking. Her heart beat rapidly, and her mind was fuzzy. Coming to her senses, she turned seeing Amy’s wide-eyed expression. Stuttering slightly, she finally got out.

 

“I-I seriously didn’t know that was on this tape.”

 

Amy smirked, “Well, I guess she did warn me that it was rough.”

 

Chuckling nervously, Dianne quickly put the tape on top of the VCR away from the others. She wanted to watch that later, much later, when she was alone, that is. “Ummm... was there any reason why you’re home or did you just want to hang out? I’m cleaning up the closet and apparently it’s been over a decade since I’ve done that.”

 

Amy grinned at the flustered woman, she too disturbed by the tape. “Your dad wants to grill fish tonight and he and Anna were hoping that you would come over and join us. Why the Hell did you wait that long to clean out your closet?”

 

Dianne smiled, “I guess I didn’t want to find anything that I didn’t want to see.”

 

Amy didn’t even want to think about the tape but she couldn’t help herself, “Awww c’mon, why wouldn’t you want to see that?” She asked, gesturing at the tape.

 

Dianne shrugged, embarrassed. “It makes me uncomfortable. I know how I get when I’m drunk and I don’t want to see myself doing that to Sammy. I care too much about her to see her treated like one of the women I used to sleep with while I was in the Army. I was a complete dog back then.”

 

Nodding, Amy replied, “I can understand your reluctance. I’ll see you later.” Turning, Amy waved and closed the door behind her.

 

Breathing out a relieved sigh, Dianne sat on the bed and groaned. She hadn’t expected that tape to bring so much up. The images from that night flooded her mind, arousing every part. She lay back on the bed trying to block the images of her fucking Sammy. She couldn’t, just couldn’t.

 

Everything came rushing back, ripping that T-shirt off the body she had wanted for so long, the sight of Sammy’s ass in the thong, the sting of her hand on the glowing red cheeks, the sounds Sammy had made, the scent of her, and the wetness just for her.

 

Her sex throbbed, taking up the beat. Dianne groaned in defeat. It wouldn’t stop until she relieved the tension, maybe. She shoved her left hand down into the old blue-jeans she wore. Two fingers rocked over a throbbing bundle. She changed tactics, rubbing in a slow, torturous motion. ‘This isn’t my hand, it’s hers. She’s doing this to me, faster and faster, driving me crazy; not letting me rest. Faster!’ Her hips rocked, her eyes squeezed tight. Her back arched with the violent spasms.

 

Dianne screamed out her release, “SAMMY! OH GOD...” The words were drawn out like a prayer.

 

Dianne’s body dropped back on the bed, she cupped her sex. She could still feel her pussy clenching, her breath came out in heavy pants. ‘This should have been her hand there, her mouth there...’

 

When her body calmed down, Dianne removed her sticky hand from her jeans. Pressing her other hand onto the crotch of her jeans confirmed her suspicions. She was soaked, all the way through.

 

Sitting up, she stared down at the large wet spot covering the upper part of the legs of her jeans and her entire crotch. Even the back of the jeans were soaked. She’d never come that much in her entire life. Nowhere near that ever while masturbating. Blinking her eyes, refusing any wasted emotions, she groaned again. She’d definitely have to take a shower before heading over to dinner. Rising up she hollered, and looked down at the offending muscle in her thigh. ‘That’s just great, another first, a sprain from an orgasm, just perfect.’

 

***

 

Sammy snickered. Amy had just told her about what had happened. She hadn’t thought that Dianne would keep the tape, but now that Sammy knew that she had, she wondered about asking to borrow it.

 

Sammy asked, “Why was she watching it in the first place?”

 

Amy smirked, “She was cleaning out her closet, or at least that’s what she said.”

 

Sammy swung her feet back and forth over the railing of the back porch. Amy was standing beside her on the steps. Robby was at an interview at the office of the magazine that she worked for. She hoped he got a job there. She would love to work with him again. He was good with the articles and was the one journalist with whom she never had any problems in writing copy that matched her photos. Glancing out over the yard, Sammy grinned. Dianne walked toward them limping a bit. When Dianne came close, she asked, “What have you been doing to hurt yourself?”

 

If Dianne told the truth, Sammy would make a smart-ass comment, so she lied, “I pulled groin muscle while I was exercising.” Dianne limped off toward the sliding glass doors at the kitchen, knowing that Sammy was watching.

 

Sammy knew Dianne lied. Dianne never could hide that. Her jaw muscles twitched whenever she did. Sammy recalled when those assholes had beaten her up in school. She’d asked Dianne if anything like that had ever happened to her. Dianne had said no, with that same pursed lip, tight jaw expression. Wanting to know more, Sammy pressed the issue.

 

“All right, three non-comms on base came after me once in my fourth year. They were drunk and behaving like assholes. They wanted to change my mind about my sexual preferences. I walked away with a few scrapes and bruises.”

 

“What happened to them?” A knot of anger curled in Sammy’s chest but she wanted to hear more.

 

Ticking off her fingers, Dianne smiled grimly in remembrance and she said, “A Broken jaw, a punctured eardrum and a ruptured spleen for number one. A dislocated shoulder, busted ribs, and a broken left arm in three places for number two. The ringleader lost several teeth and his crushed testicles required major surgery. All three were dishonorably discharge and did hard time in Leavenworth. My CO did right by me.”

 

Snickering, Sammy followed Dianne into the kitchen. Amy shook her head and walked over to where Mat and Anna were by the grill. She wondered if she should leave the two women alone. If anything happened, Dianne could handle it.

 

Dianne dropped into a chair. Noticing that Sammy had followed her, she groaned. Dropping her head onto the table, she tried to ignore Sammy, even though just being in a room with her made her blood boil and head south.

 

Sammy dropped into a chair by Dianne. She propped her chin on her palm and asked in mock sympathy with her bottom lip poking out, “Did the big bad dyke Coach hurt herself while masturbating to a certain video tape?”

 

Dianne’s head popped up, her eyes wide. Her jaw opened but no sound came out. Sammy loved the look. Reaching out, she closed Dianne’s mouth. Placing her hand on Dianne’s thigh, she patted it. In a voice laden with sarcasm, she said, “Don’t feel too bad, I’m sure the stiffness of muscles that haven’t been used in such a long time will go away real soon.”

 

Dianne bared her teeth and snarled, “I’m not the one that hasn’t had an orgasm in nearly a decade.” Picking Sammy’s hand up, she placed it roughly on her own thigh. Dianne stood up quickly, causing her chair to slide back and scrape across the marble-tiled floor. Storming out through the sliding glass doors, she stomped over to Anna. Through gritted teeth, she growled, “I swear to God, if she continues to be a bitch, I’m going to make her think that I really am an animal.”

 

Anna stared at Dianne. Energy came off of her in waves and there was a wild look in her eyes. Briefly, she wondered if this was what Dianne had been like in the Army.

 

Mat turned away from the grill and glanced at his daughter. He shook his head, grimacing at the look in her eyes. He hadn’t seen since that she had been in uniform. Gesturing for his wife to take over the grill, he took Dianne by the elbow and dragged her aside. When they were out of hearing range, he ordered, “If you don’t calm down right now, soldier, I’m going to kick your ass!”

 

Hearing the commanding tone from the retired Major, Dianne straightened and said, “Yes, Sir!”

 

Nodding, Mat asked, “What did she do this time?”

 

Dianne ran her fingers through her hair, “I just snapped. She was messing with my head and I’m so not in the mood for it today.”

 

Mat cocked his head, “When are you in the mood for someone to do that?”

 

***

 

Sammy sat in the kitchen, shocked at the rage coming from Dianne. She knew she had taken it too far when that wild look came that she had only seen once before. She wondered if Dianne had stayed in the room if she might have thrown Sammy down on the table and fucked her right there. Deciding not to let her mind take that route, Sammy walked to her room. Sitting down on the bed, she pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms about them. Tears welled up as she wished for the umpteenth time that she could understand her reactions toward Dianne. Sobbing, she wished that Robby was there. He always held her when she cried and she wanted comfort so badly right then. Curling into a ball, she hugged a pillow to her chest.

 

***

 

Calmed down Dianne stood outside of Sammy’s room. She wanted to apologize. Not finding her in the kitchen, she went to Sammy’s room and heard sobbing. She raised her hand and quickly brought it down. She didn’t know if she should knock or leave. Hearing the sobbing worsen, she decided to go in. If Sammy wanted her to leave, she would, but she wanted so desperately to hold her.

 

Opening the door, Dianne stared at the small shaking form. Dianne shut the door and sat down. She was past surprised when Sammy wrapped herself around her. Pulling Sammy into her lap, Dianne kicked off her shoes and swung her legs around onto the bed. Cradling Sammy close, Dianne whispered comforting words into a small ear.

 

The soothing, low voice calmed Sammy.

 

Keeping her head bowed, Dianne whispered, “I’m sorry I overreacted so badly. I’m just... I won’t even bother making excuses, not to you.”

 

Sammy sniffled and burrowed into the warm body. Wrapping her arms tighter around Dianne’s waist, she sighed. “S’all right, it’s not as if I didn’t deserve it. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately and I can’t even understand it. I’ve tried to make sense of it and it just makes me even more frustrated.”

 

Dianne nuzzled her cheek against the head underneath, “You didn’t deserve my going off like that. No one should ever treat you like that, especially me.” Dianne rubbing her hand over a bare arm, grinning at the goose bumps on Sammy’s skin.

 

In a low voice, Sammy asked. “Why are you being so nice to me? After the way I’ve been acting, I wouldn’t blame you for hating me.”

 

Dianne held Sammy tight against her, “Sammy, my feelings for you are so mixed up here lately that I couldn’t possibly answer that question. One minute I feel like you’re still a kid and the next minute I’m seeing the full grown woman that you’ve become.”

 

Sammy rolled her eyes. Looking up at Dianne she pulled away a little so that she could see her eyes. “Why did I know to expect that type of answer from you?”

 

Dianne wiped the tears from the cherubic face and caressed a flushed cheek, “I don’t know why you expected that, but I do know that I’m glad you didn’t tell me to leave when I came in.”

 

Sammy smiled softly, “I’m glad I didn’t either. I really didn’t think about it, I just needed to be held.”

 

Dianne grinned, Sammy had always been a snuggle puppy, “I know, you little pleasure hound.”

 

Sammy curled back into Dianne’s chest sighing in contentment. Inhaling deeply she took in Dianne’s familiar spicy scent.

 

Dianne’s voice rumbled in her ear, “Did you just smell me?”

 

Grinning, Sammy replied, “Why? Gonna freak out on me again?”

 

Dianne smirked at the sassy remark, “You’re still a little smart-ass.”

 

Sammy shook her head in mock exasperation, “Why have people been talking about my ass so damn much here lately? Every time I turn around, someone’s saying that.”

 

Dianne considered her next words for that impudent reply. Moving her hand away from Sammy’s side, she caressed the body part in question. Her voice dropped to a rumble, “Maybe it’s because your ass is so damn gorgeous?”

 

Sammy felt Dianne’s hand on her. She sat up so quickly that she almost didn’t hear the question. Giggling, she shrieked when Dianne rolled her over and smacked her ass. Rolling off of Dianne’s lap onto her back, she moved her hands under her butt giggling again. Tilting her head back, she looked at Dianne. Seeing the Cheshire grin on her face, Sammy shook her head and said, “Hands where I can see ‘em, woman. That was uncalled for.”

 

Sliding over, Dianne leaned over until her face was above Sammy’s, her grin widened. Staring down into wide green eyes, she purred. “If I recall correctly, you like the way I smack your ass. In fact, you liked it so much you came all over your little g-string and my thigh.”

 

Sammy breathed heavy, her nostrils flared. She hoped that Dianne wasn’t playing. Did Dianne want her as much as she wanted Dianne? The door opened. Dianne jumped away from her rising off the bed. Sammy was torn between gratitude and disappointment.

 

Anna could hardly believe her eyes. A half hour before, they had wanted to kill each other. She was pretty sure that she had just seen Dianne leaning over Sammy about to kiss her. Blinking, she snapped out of her fugue and stuttered. “I-I thought t-that you t-two mi-might want dinner, but I can put it away for you if you want?”

 

Shrugging, Dianne smiled apologetically at Sammy before turning her attention back to Anna, “We’ll go on downstairs. We really weren’t doing anything.”

 

Anna smiled. Dianne was trying to save Sammy some embarrassment. “All right then, c’mon and eat.”

 

Holding her hand out, Dianne grasped Sammy’s hand and helped her up. Hand in hand they followed Anna to the back porch. Dropping Sammy’s hand, Dianne held back a disappointed sigh. She didn’t know what might have happened if Anna hadn’t came in. Her mind was filled with ‘what ifs’. Sitting down at the glass table, she grinned when Sammy sat as close to her as she could get without being in her lap again.

 

Glancing up shyly, Sammy smiled at the grin on Dianne’s face. When Anna placed their plates in front of them, Sammy ate slowly, not really in the mood for food.

 

Amused, Dianne watched Sammy pick at her food. She hadn’t meant to do it but she had turned Sammy on in the worst way.

 

Anna noted the interaction between the two women, she knew what had happened. Dianne had been playing with Sammy but Sammy hadn’t been playing at all.

 

 

 

Conclusion