Date: Wed, 15 Jun 2011 01:58:14 -0400 From: Dasia Hurley Subject: Loving Samantha Part 1 I couldn't help but stare at her as I sipped my wine. She was gorgeous to say the least and I was mesmerized at the thought of her beautiful smile. I walked her way having a seat on our green sofa. I had always admired the color green and it brought out my girlfriend's phenomenal eyes. As I sat down she moved in close preparing for a make out session. But I turned her down like the tease I wanted to be for always making me beg for it. She gave a small pout and then cuddled up next to me. I ran my fingers through her blond hair, I loved the feeling of being close with Samantha like this. Although I've enjoyed her company for the past four years, we haven't always been lovers. When I was a freshman in college, I moved far away from home to Nashville where I stayed in a dorm with two other girls, Sarah, and Samantha. Sarah was eighteen with short brown hair and a quirky personality. She was slim with the build of an athlete. I know it was from all her days spent on the soccer field. Sarah wasn't recruited to the college team but she practiced hard everyday because it was something she really wanted. Catching Sarah with her shirt off was always a treat because I swear that girl had the most amazing abs I've ever seen on a female. She is about 5'7 with average breasts that fit smoothly in her sports bra's and quite simply had a body to kill for. I was one lucky girl sharing a place with Sarah. I had always hoped she was a lesbian but unfortunately she was straight with a boyfriend. Samantha on the other hand was the complete opposite of Sarah. Samantha wasn't athletic at all. She was more of a school concentrated type chick. Her body type average standing at 5'4 with small breasts and a fat ass. An ass no guy would want to take their eyes off. Walking next to her was extremely hard when I wanted so much to be behind her as her cheeks moved side to side. The arousal I got as I watch her walk out of a room was ridiculous. I couldn't help it. With her my thoughts where always dirty. I wanted to slam her against a wall viciously while holding her perfect ass in my hands. sighh. Only in my fantasy's. During my college stay I became extremely close friends with my roommates. Studying, partying, and just chillin. My second year of college is when Samantha and I became extremely close. This was the year she finally came out to me as bisexual. I was excited because I knew I had finally earned her trust. Even though she knew from the day we met that I was a lesbian, she had a hard time coming out to me. But once she did, there was no turning back. Little did I know Samantha and I would start to form a completely different relationship. At the time I had a girlfriend named Rosie. Rosie and I had been together for four months. Every time Rosie and I where together I noticed a slight bit of jealousy from Samantha. I assumed it was because she was single and wished to be in a relationship. But after multiple trips to bar's with her leaving alone and unhappy I started to believe otherwise. My new idea as to why Samantha was so jealous was because I thought she had feelings that she was going to loose my friendship. Because of this, I started spending more time with Samantha and less with Rosie, witch eventually ended in a breakup. I was crushed because I couldn't understand what it was I had done. Samantha was there the whole time comforting me and making me feel like everything was alright when it literally felt like my world was being torn to screeds. I suppose I didn't love Rosie I was just in shock. After a week of what I thought was depression Samantha was determined to change my mood. It was a Friday night. Sarah was getting ready so she could head out to Nick's party. Nick was Sarah's boyfriend and Samantha was determined that we would go to the party with her. At the time I didn't feel like attending a party with loud music, booze, drugs, and hot sweaty people but I had no choice, Samantha had something over me that I couldn't quite describe. An hour later we where dresses and ready to go. Sarah had on a light blue dress. The dress was accessorized with hoop earrings and a shiny gold neckless that fell deep into her cleavage. Sarah wore black heels. In my honest opinion she had the appearance of a fancy prostitute, but I didn't have the guts to tell her. Samantha looked incredible. With her light pink flowery dress she put all my attention on her. I was definitely turned on. A feeling for her I hadn't felt since I started dating Rosie. Not looking my best I had on skinny jeans and a beater. I was not in the mood. I felt like sleeping. Nick lived in a two bedroom condo by himself in a quite little neighborhood. When Nick threw a party all of his neighbors knew about it. He was glad he lived in a neighborhood mostly filled with college students. His party's where always wild so I knew what to expect. As we pulled up to the house Sarah parked the car on the grass and we hoped out. The room was dim when we entered. There where already a mass of people and it was only 11:00. I pushed my way through the crowd finding an empty seat on the sofa. As I looked around the view was nothing out of the ordinary. Girls grinding on guys, girls dancing with friends, girls dancing on girls, and the few girls on the walls sipping beer and waiting for some guy to ask them to dance. Being in this environment was taking me back to the days when Rosie and I use to dance together. Back when I felt her closeness on me. I was all of a sudden missing her all over again and the feeling wasn't one I wanted to keep. My head filled with thoughts and I was about to get up when I found Samantha on my lap asking me how I was feeling. I really needed her in that moment because I knew at that time she was the only person that could cheer me up. I told her I was in the dumps and she was extremely nice about the situation. As I started to feel better I was coming to the realization that Samantha was grinding her hips to the beat of the music. I had always been horny when girls had sat on my lap and this situation was no different. The feeling of her soft ass in my lap mad me instantly wet. The friction of her movement made me want her. Just then she got up and I was frustrated. She asked me to dance to her favorite slow song, Motivation. At first she moved her body slowly to the beat in front of me. She started to get into it and she pulled me close, we started grinding together. This was the first moment we had ever been this close and I was feeling an immediate lust for her. My hands resting on her waist, we where connected with the music. The pressure on my clit was overwhelming and my pussy was aching to be touched. I found myself becoming increasingly more wet as the thought of making love to my best friend became more of a real possibility. When the song ended she looked me in the eyes and asked me if we could talk some place private. I said sure. She grabbed my hand and quickly lead me out of the room and into Nicks guest room. There was a guy lounging in there. We asked him for the space, as we needed somewhere quiet to talk. His response was sure. The boy got up quietly and left me alone with Samantha. We sat down on the bed. I slowly let go of her hand. There was an awkward silence before I decided to ask her what it was she wanted to talk to me about. I could hear the hesitation in her voice. "I want to tell you something, I've been wanting to tell you so bad but I didn't know how" I asked her what exactly it was she wanted to tell me. She quickly burst out and said.. "I like you!" I told her I liked her too, that she was an amazing friend, and that I loved her for everything she had done for me. "I don't mean as a friend! I want to be close to you" Before I had time to think, she leaned in and kissed me. It was the most magic, butterflies in my tummy type kiss I had ever had. My head was spinning and I had so much to think about. I was beginning to think Samantha thought I needed rebound sex. I didn't. I just needed time to think. I burst out of the room and walked the four blocks home. When I arrived at home it was about 12:15. I crashed onto my bed. A million different thoughts where running through my head.The most important, did Samantha really like me or was she just trying to make me feel better? All I knew was that the kiss we shared, although magical was playing with my head. I didn't know what to do, what to think! So I fell asleep in my thoughts. Dreaming sweet dreams of Samantha. To be continued... Part two coming soon. 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