Samantha's Choice

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Chapter 1

Samantha looked around the cemetery. She walked slowly to the small grave marker that marked Nonna’s final resting place. Getting down on her hands and knees, she brushed the grass from the head stone then bowed her head. “Nonna. I’m lost. I need you and where are you? I wish you could talk to me, guide me and let me put my head in your lap as you smooth my hair. I love you more than you know. I miss you so much it hurts.”

She laid fresh flowers on the grave and stood. “Mom and Dad said they love you. They’re doing well in Italy. The girls miss you too.” She kissed her fingers and pressed them to the name. “I’ll see you soon.”

Tears sparkled on her long dark lashes. “It’s been a year and a half and I still miss you. When will it end; this painful feeling of loss?”

Samantha started walking back toward her car. Had it really been only 15 years since she had met Nonna? She didn’t feel like she should be 21 going on 22. She felt like the scared little girl who had met the old lady who told her to call her Nonna. She had taught her Italian, how to cook, and most of all how to be a family.

Without her, Mom and Dad probably wouldn’t be together right now. Then where would she be? Phil was the only father she had ever known.

Aunt Janie had her husband and two sons. Mom and Dad had the four girls, all of which were living in Rome since a year ago.

“I wonder what would have happened if I had moved with them instead of staying here to go to school?” But that thought didn’t matter anymore. Nothing much mattered anymore. She was cold, lonely and lost.

She looked around and saw her friend still sitting on the bench at the far side of the cemetery. She waved and started walking toward her. Well, at least she had Billie.

Chapter 2

Billie watched Samantha coming toward her. She huddled closer into her jacket. She waved to her, knowing she wouldn’t get a response.

Billie was a big woman. She often joked that the only time she weighed less than 200 pounds was before, when she was a baby. She often thought of her aunt who had told her, “Don’t worry, as soon as your friend comes around, you’ll thin out.” Well that was 13 years ago and she never had thinned out.

She had to laugh. If Aunt Dorry could see her now, she would be devastated. At 25 and 250 pounds, no one would be calling her thin, or pretty. She was plain, never wore make-up, kept her hair pulled back into a tight pony tail, and heard more shouts of dyke, and lesbo than any woman she knew, and she just shrugged it off. She was happy with who she was.

The only thing she would change, if she could, would be her relationship with Samantha. She was in love with her. But for now, she would be her friend, God knew she needed one. She would be there for [i]her if she needed a hug, a shoulder to cry on, or someone to talk to. They had been friends since Samantha had been put in her dorm and that was one friendship she wasn’t willing to compromise. Samantha accepted her unconditionally. She didn’t care if she was a lesbian, overweight, or plain. She only cared that she was a good person. And maybe, being able to speak Italian didn’t hurt.

She continued to watch as Samantha came across the grounds. She had smoothness about her walk that would have put a model to shame. Her hair was the color of golden wheat and hung to her waist. She had it braided at the sides and pulled back from her face. Her deep blue eyes reminded Billie of a stormy ocean. She shivered at their intensity.

As Samantha neared, Billie tried to appear aloof. She didn’t want Samantha to guess her infatuation. They were both comfortable in their relationship. She rose from her seat and put her hand out. Samantha grasped her hand and hugged her. “This is supposed to get easier. Why isn’t it?” The tears on her abnormally long lashes were crystallizing from the below freezing temperatures. The cold had put ruddiness into Samantha’s cheeks that would have made Billie look strange, but was beautiful on Sam.

Sam pulled away and smiled. “I guess it’s time to go. I’ve got work tonight.”

“Are you working with Aunt Janie?” With Samantha having known Billie for the past four years she had become quite familiar with the whole family. Her gentle voice and warm smile was one of her best qualities. Her dark brown eyes looked into you like she could see your soul. Though short, Billie’s chestnut hair had a natural wave that belied a femininity she tried to disguise.

“No, not tonight. I’ve got the job in Dad’s firm. The one as receptionist? Well Uncle Chuck is working tonight on a special case and asked if I could come in and type up some notes and do some computer work for him. I said yes. Sometimes I think he works late so he doesn’t have to go home. That crazy nanny of theirs drives him nuts I guess it wouldn’t be so bad if she didn’t have such a whiney voice and that great big crush on him. But Aunt Janie thinks it’s cute.”

“You need any help? I’ve got tonight off.”

Sam looked at her friend. She wasn’t what you could call pretty, but she was arresting. She carried her weight on her five foot 10 inch frame in a graceful manner. People often stopped to look at her as she walked by. It was something to do with her aura. When Nonna had first met her she stared for a while. “I need to talk to Mama about this one. She has demons she needs to come to terms with. She has an angel beside her, and a love that needs to be put to use. But no babies.”

Nonna had walked away and they had laughed. But, Sam knew Nonna could read a person really well. She was seldom wrong.

The phone rang and she grabbed it from her purse. “Hi, Uncle Chuck. What’s up?”

Billie couldn’t hear what Uncle Chuck said. “Yeah, I’m on my way. We’ll pick that up on the way over. Do you mind if Billie comes along?” She listened. “Yep. I got ya. See you soon.”

“Let’s go, my friend.” Sam hooked her arm with Billie’s, put her shoulders back, took a deep breath, and half walked, half ran to the car. It was starting to snow.

“First stop is Benny’s.” She got in and started the car, rubbing her hands till the heater came to life.

“Pizza shop?”

“Nope. Benny Song. He has Kung Po Chicken and Fried Rice waiting for Uncle Chuck and us.”

“Egg rolls and Spring rolls? How about some of the dymsun, or maybe those fried wonton with the cheese.” She started to laugh. “I’m making myself drool.”

Sam chuckled. “I think we can talk Ben into getting us some, even if Benny says he doesn’t have any.”

They walked into Benny’s small storefront which held the Take-out-only restaurant. Ben stood at the counter, his arms resting on the top, his eyes lazily going over both of them as they entered. “Ah so, Missy Samantha. Honorable Papa has your food about ready.”

Samantha shook her head. “You are so corny.” She leaned over and kissed him. She whispered in his ear and he started to smile.

“You’ll owe me you know.”

“I think I may be able to pay. But first…How about those Wontons?”

He grinned and showed perfect white teeth. His Asian features were softened by his American Mother’s trait mixing in. He was about six feet tall; he was built like a linebacker, and had black hair that shined like it had lights in it. He came out of the back carrying a big bag. “When do you get off tonight?”

“I’m not sure. It depends how long Uncle Chuck’s meeting goes, but I doubt it will be too late. Aunt Janie is due any time now. They are hoping this one is a boy.”

“Call me when you get off? Maybe we can catch that midnight showing of the new Scorsese movie?” He looked over at Billie. “Would you like to go with us?”

He impressed Sam because he always made an effort to include Billie, and it was genuine. “Sounds great.”

She dug in her purse. “What do I owe you?”

“Oh, I can think of a couple of things. Like another kiss and maybe a little more after the movie?” He laughed at Billie’s reaction. “I’d love to have a threesome.”

“UH?” She waved money at him. “I’m thinking the paper kind of owing. The rest will have to wait. I’m not in the mood.” She feigned a headache with a dramatic swipe of her graceful over her forehead.

He shook his head and shrugged. “You ladies are the one missing on a real fun time.” He looked at the receipt. “Unc already gave his plastic digits.”

“Unc? Plastic digits? What are you? A flash back to the 80’s?” Billie was laughing.

“Oh my big beautiful girl,” He came around and put his arm across her shoulders. “I am just a playful, sexy, humble servant. And I am here to do whatever you wish. Should I remove your shoes and lick your toes? Or maybe you would prefer if I removed your….?”

Billie slapped him away. “Get the hell away from me. Your girlfriend is right here. Besides, I wouldn’t give you the time of day. I’d probably hurt you. I like it rough……..” She drug the word out, adding a growl to the end of the word rough, making it sound like it was dirty.

Ben grabbed where his heart was. “You’ve mortally wounded me. Here I thought maybe I could have a real woman tonight.”

“Hey. What am I? Flippin chopped liver?” Samantha started to laugh.

“Nope. Just a skinny little girl. Don’t get me wrong. I love dippin my stick in you, but this one, she just makes me…”

“Ahem.” Benny came out of the kitchen. “If you’re quite through making an ass of yourself, the phone needs tended to. It’s been ringing; I’m not sure how long because I quit counting at 10.”

“Sorry Pop.” He gave Samantha a gentle kiss then kissed Billie on the cheek. “I’ll be going out with my ladies tonight Pop.”

The girls walked out with their bags in hand; listening as Ben tried explaining to his dad why he hadn’t heard the phone.

Billie grabbed half the bags as Samantha grabbed the rest. The smell of the food was making both of them very hungry and they could hear each other’s stomach growls.

Chuck met them in the hall. He shushed them. “This client is a royal pain in the ass. I don’t think he knows what fun or smile means.” He stopped and looked at Samantha. “My God girl, I look at you, and now I know what your Mom and Aunt looked like at 21. You are a stunner.”

“Thanks Uncle Chuck.” She nodded toward the door. “Old Dude?”

“No. Not much more than 30. He took over for his Dad and he is a cocky son of a bitch.”

Sam smiled. “I know what to do.”

She flipped her hair behind her shoulders and straightened her mini skirt. She wiped imaginary lint from it, and took a deep breath. Her skirt stopped about three inches above the mid length, between her knees and her thigh, sand showed beautiful long legs that never seemed to stop. Her top was a wrap around blouse with long full sleeves and it hugged her breasts and tiny waist. She gave Chuck and Billie the thumbs up and started to walk away. “Samantha!” Chuck tried to stop her, but she was fast.

She picked up the coffee pot and walked into the room. “Mr. Barker?” She walked around the table to face him. “Good evening. I’m Samantha Smith. I work for the firm. My Uncle is the one you’ve been working with this evening.”

“And he is where?”

“He’ll be in in a couple of minutes. He needed to use the rest room. Would you like coffee? Or maybe some dinner? I brought a wonderful array of Chinese foods with me this evening.”

Samantha had made her way back to the front of table and was within touching distance of Dennis Barker. He was visibly unnerved. She poured his coffee, cleared her throat to get his attention, and raised her eyebrow? “Sugar? Cream?”

“No. No thanks.” He cleared his throat. “Black please.”

She held her hand out to him. “I’m Samantha, and your name is?”

“Dennis. It’s nice to meet you Samantha.”

“Nice to meet you too, Dennis. I’ll be out there if you would like anything,” She carefully emphasized the word anything, “during your meeting. Please feel free to have Uncle Chuck page me.”

He could smell her perfume. He felt the heat of her breath on his lips and thought he would die if he had to sit and look at any longer and not touch her. As she circled him, he caught a glimpse of the outline of her nipples pressed against her blouse and he instantly felt himself beginning to harden.

“I need out have here” He mumbled.

“I’m sorry, Dennis. Were you talking to me?” She had position herself directly in his line of sight and was busily rearranging papers, shuffling them and making neat little piles.

“I think I hear Uncle Chuck coming are you sure I can’t[1] get you anything?”

“No. I mean, yes I’m sure. No, I don’t want anything.” ‘Except maybe you sitting here with your legs straddling my hips as I slide into that warm little cave of yours, while ripping your shirt open, licking and biting those magnificent nipples.’ His breathing was getting heavy as he imagined the scene.

What the hell was he thinking? He was here on business. He cleared his throat. “There is something you can do.” She arched her perfectly curved brow. “I would like you to join me for a late night supper when I conclude my business here.”

“I think Uncle Chuck was thinking this was going to be a long meeting. That’s why I brought our dinner with me.”

He looked disappointed. “But, if you’re out of here soon. I’ll consider it.” She smiled and with a swing of her hips, she opened the door and left.

Samantha patted her uncle’s shoulder and kissed his cheek. “Guaranteed. You’ll be out of her and home before the hour is up. And…you’ll have him eating out of your hand.”

“How’d you do it?”

“Let’s put it this way. Billie may be going out on a date with my boyfriend tonight while I accompany him to a delicious lobster dinner. I think he’s got the hots for me.” She bit her lower lip to keep from laughing out loud.

Chuck inhaled. “You be careful”

“Trust me. He’ll be lucky if he gets a handshake, let alone a kiss, before he leaves me at my doorstep.”

Billie was so jealous she was turning red.

True to her word, Samantha and Dennis were heading out the door not twenty minutes later. Chuck kissed her cheek and said, “Thank.”, but he whispered in her ear. “You’ve got my number on speed dial. If you need any help.”

“Yes Uncle Chuck.”

Billie stood and watched them go, Chuck next to her. “She’ll be all right.” He squeezed her shoulder. “Does Ben know to pick you up here?”

“I just told him something came up and we couldn’t make it. I said it was your fault.” She grinned.

“Gee, thanks. Blame me.”

“Yup!” She kissed his cheek and walked to the car.

“Hey, Billie.” She turned to look at him. “Thanks for taking care of my niece. We know how you feel and appreciate the fact that you can keep it out of your friendship.”

“But, how?”

“We’ve been in love, too, you know. It shows whenever you look at her.”

“I’d never hurt her Uncle Chuck. Not for anything. It would have to be her idea, not mine.”

He squeezed her shoulder again, held her car door open, and waited till she had pulled out of the parking space before finally getting into his own car.

The restaurant was the epitome of posh. The booths were red velvet and looked something from the roaring 20’S. White tablecloths embroidered with the restaurants logo, adorned the table, along with gold plated utensils. She looked around. “Are you sure about this place?”

“You don’t like it?” He looked at her

“It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that I guess I’m used to something a little less…” She waved her hand around the room. “Unassuming?”

He started to laugh. “Now that you put it that way, maybe you’re right. I know an even better place.”

After driving another five miles, they stopped at a small bar. Two of the letters in the name had been burned out. The windows were in need of a good cleaning, and the smell of stale beer and cigarettes hit them as they opened the door. “Better?” He whispered in her ear.

Samantha looked around and took a deep breath. Talk about going from one extreme to another. A man walked up to them and grabbed Dennis shoulder. “Denny. I was wondering when you’d get around to showing your face around here.”

“Jack, this is Samantha Smith.”

The man reached out his bear paw of a hand to her. “Nice to meet you Sam. I didn’t think my little brother here knew any real women since he decided to go all big shot on us with that hoity-toity joint of his.”

“Was that other place yours?” She stared at him.

Dennis turned red and turned to Jack. “You have no couth.”

“Nope. And don’t need none. But I sure got a way with the steaks and an eye for the ladies.” He nudged Samantha. “You ever decide to go out with a real man, I’m here, and I’m single.”

Her beautifully even, white teeth sparkled as she laughed. Her eyes mirrored her merriment... “I’ll remember that. Got a card?”

He fished in his pocket and actually came away with a card. “Name of the place is right there. That’s me underneath.” He winked at her as he headed back to the kitchen.

To Sam’s surprise, the conversation flowed easy. She found herself enjoying Dennis’ company more than she had thought she would. They both flirted shamelessly.

“My brother and I dated the same women most of our lives.”

“Really?” She raised that beautiful eyebrow of hers. A habit, he was noticing, she had when she questioned his truthfulness. “And just how close are you two?”

He blushed. “We never turned it down if one of them would ask if we wanted to both be with her.”

She noticed he was choosing his words carefully and just stared at him.

“We both played football in high school. I was a year younger, but we pretty much owned the team.” he shrugged. “We had our pick and they seldom wanted to pick.”

“Not bragging a little?”

“No. Just telling it like it is.” He looked at her chest, up to her mouth and then to her eyes. “If you ever think you want to try that kind of thing.”

She lost the smile and deliberately stared at his crotch. “I’m wondering. Do you need to do that sort of thing to be able to please a woman?” His laugh was so loud and rich, the couple in the next booth stopped their conversation to look at him, “Well?”

She was serious. Was it a challenge? Was she really interested? Or, was she just egging him on. “Just ask. I think I could convince Jack.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Not tonight. I’ve got things to do yet tonight.”

Why had she answered like that? She was surprised at how quickly she was accepting of this kind of banter. Could she really be thinking about it? “Clear your head, Sammy girl.” She chided herself. “Everyone has thoughts like this every once in a while. Doesn’t mean you’ll act on it.” She got from the table. Out loud she said to Dennis, “If you’ll excuse me for a minute. I need to use the restroom.”

He stood as she walked away. Her hips swung and every step pulled her skirt a little tighter against her ass. Her heels only accentuated the length and strength of her legs, and he wondered what they would feel like wrapped around him. He watched as someone stopped her and said something. She smiled, shook her head and walked away as he tried to take her hand. She wagged her finger at him. He had to laugh. It was what his mother always did when he was being naughty.

Jack came over to the table. “Fuck a duck, man. Where’d you pick up the hot number?”

“She’s the niece of the man who’s handling the security of our newest business venture.”

“You mean the computer geek?”

“Yep.”

“Fuckin’ Christ man. She is the hottest number I’ve seen in a long time. Think she’d be interested.”

“Too early to tell. But, I’ll tell you one thing, Jack.” He kept looking at the place she would come from when she returned. “If she isn’t, I’m not averse to trying out a one on one several times.”

Samantha grabbed her phone as she locked the stall door. “Hey, Billie.” She listened for a full minute as Billie railed at her for going out with a complete stranger. “Just stop!” She said quietly, yet seriously, into the phone.

She heard Billie take a breath. “I’m listening. Apparently something is going on and you need a sounding board.”

“You know me too well.” She bit her lip. “I’ve been thinking about something. It’s something I never thought about, but it sounds intriguing.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“A threesome. Dennis and his brother are really into that kind of stuff. Would it make me a whore if I wanted to try it too?”

Billie was in shock and couldn’t even get a word out.

“Say something for fuck’s sake.”

“Look, Honey. I know Ben leaves you feeling a little bit of nothing, and so has any other guy you’ve tried to have sex with, but two guys at once? I don’t know.”

“I know. Crazy, right? I just want to feel ‘something’. I just don’t know what.” Samantha was nearing tears. “I’ve gotta go. He’ll be thinking I skipped out on him.”

“Samantha.” She was going to say more, but Sam had already hung up.

Every male in the room watched her as she made her way back to the table. She didn’t notice. Sam had never thought of herself as a beautiful woman. She was ordinary. Cute, but ordinary. It surprised her whenever somebody commented on how beautiful she was. She had always compared herself to her mother and Aunt Janie.

Dennis looked up at her as she went to sit down. Jack stood up and smiled. He was so handsome. Broad, and muscular. His dark chest hair was visible through his white shirt and she could almost make out the line that led into his pants waist and most likely ended where his cock rested. She looked from him to Dennis.

She could feel the wetness begin to form on her panties and crossed her legs to enhance the feeling. Her hand fluttered to the opening of her blouse and unconsciously toyed with the vee formed by her wrap top. “Dennis was regaling me with some of your victories.” She smiled.

“Ah…we had many. Football was our game.” He winked at her. “But we always played a good game of tag, too.”

“I never had the opportunity to play tag. I was the oldest of five and usually ended up being the one they had to look up to.”

Dennis was staring at her. ’Did she know Jack was talking about sex? Was she playing with him, or seriously as innocent as she seemed.” He felt a foot touch his leg and nearly jumped.

“I’ve got a lot of things I want to do and experience before I seriously settle down. Maybe someday, I’ll have to ‘Play tag!’” Her toe reached his crotch and Dennis about yelped as she smiled and pretended to not notice what she was doing.

As her panties got wetter, her actions got bolder. She toyed with the top of her blouse, drawing attention to her full breasts. As she uncrossed her legs, she seemed to pause a moment while in the switch and allow a small peak of her treasures hidden under the layer of cloth. Jack was swallowing hard and Dennis was hard.

“Dennis, I’m hungry. Do you think we can order?”

“Of course.” Was that squeaking really his voice? “We’ll have the specials Jack.”

Jack didn’t seem to hear as he was staring openly at the tops of Sam’s breasts. Dennis shook his arm. “Jack. Food. Please.”

“Oh. Yeah. Coming up.” He walked away, half in love and fully in lust.

Dennis didn’t eat much. He was focusing on lush lips closing around a fork and nearly cumming in his jeans as he watched the fork disappear then slowly slide back out. That pink tongue would lick her lips and then her teeth would pull on them. She was the most sensuous woman he had ever met.

“What do you think?”

Dennis shook himself. ‘Think about what. What had she been saying?’

She was staring at him like he should know what she was asking. “Sure.”

“Sure?” She laughed. “I asked if you liked my uncle’s presentation, but you didn’t hear me, did you?”

“Honestly no.” He blushed and felt the heat rising from his groin to his face. “I’m sorry. I guess I was lost in my own musings.”

“Care to tell me what kept you so…quiet.”

“No!” He was stuttering. “I mean...well…I was thinking about…”

She just kept staring at him. Waiting for him to answer.

“I was thinking about….” He looked her in the eyes. “I was thinking about how much I would love to fuck you. To take you home and fuck you till you scream.”

She didn’t look away. Is that what she wanted? She saw Jack coming back. Or is that what I want? Or was she seriously considering trying the threesome. She didn’t know, but she needed to decide. Before she realized she was going to speak, she leaned forward, her breasts resting on her arms and looked at him. “You’re place. Or mine?”

Both men stared at her like she had three heads. Well she had made the decision. No backing out now. “Are you fucking serious?” Jack was sitting down next to her.

“I’ve never tried it before. One isn’t too bad, so maybe two would be even better.” She laughed. They were as shocked to hear it as she was to say it. “Someone better say something before I chicken out and call a cab.”

Jack grabbed her chin and looked in her eyes. “It’s not my fault if I fall in love with you tonight. Just remember that.” He stood. “I’ll be right back. Give me five.”

Samantha got up and went to the bar. She bought a pack of gum and returned. “My place.” Is all Dennis could get out.

The apartment was furnished with comfort inducing soft pillows on dark brown soft leather sofas and chairs. The room was enormous compared to her apartment. Her whole place could probably fit in here. It’s not that she couldn’t afford it, but it was all she needed.

Jack sat down on the nearest couch and touched her hand. “You still have time to back out.”

“I know.” She gave him a half smile and sat next to him. Dennis had excused himself to go to the bathroom for a shower. “I probably should, but I don’t know if I want to.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know Jack. I think I need to find something out for myself. To prove something.”

He reached over and with his fingers on her chin; he pulled her face up to look in her eyes. “You may possibly be the most stunning woman I have ever seen. I meant it when I said I could fall in love with you.” His other hand was pushing her hair behind her ear. “Even your eyes are beautiful.” He kissed her ear and tugged on the lobe with his lips. She felt his hand go to her neck and knead her muscles there.

She pushed her head against his hand and bent nearer his lips. She could feel the goose bumps on her skin and the awareness of the tightness inside and the wetness beginning to flow again. Crossing her legs, putting more pressure on her clit, she leaned into him and lifted her mouth to him.

His kiss was soft, yet demanding. He wanted a response from her she didn’t how to give. She sighed into his mouth and opened wider. His tongue tasted her, filled her mouth, and was dueling with her tongue. She had never been kissed like this before.

She felt her blouse separating and realized it had been untied. It was then that she realized Dennis had entered the room. She started to look at him and Jack kissed her harder. His eyes opened and he stared into hers, drawing her attention back to him. She relaxed into him and concentrated only his breathing and the taste of his mouth.

Her blouse slowly fell to off her shoulders and pulled around her waist and like a perfectly orchestrated dance move, Jack lowered it slowly to remove it from her arms. His mouth was licking the hollow between her breath and he was moaning. She felt a gasp escape her lips as he suckled her nipple over her bra.

When Jack felt a hint of panic, he came back to her ear. “I promise you won’t be hurt. The pleasure will be out of this world and if anything scares you, say so, and we’ll stop.” She nodded at him. He picked her up, pulled her into his lap, and stood with her in his arms.

Her head fell back and she felt another pair of lips on hers. They were softer and gentler, but they felt good. She wanted more. Jack laid her on the bed and a moment of panic struck again. She frantically looked around and was starting to cover her breast with her hands and sliding off the bed.

Jack reached out to her. “Look in my eyes, Samantha. I promised you wouldn’t be hurt. Do you want one of us to leave?”

His voice was hypnotic. She couldn’t look away from him. Her inner voice was telling her to leave, but her lips weren’t listening. “No. Just please go slow.”

He smiled. “Would you like me to undress you, or would you like to you?”

She stared in his eyes. She could feel hands holding her hers. She watched him pull her fingertips to his lips and kiss them, sucking and licking the tips. She took a deep breath and realized her bra was gone. Her skirt was being slid down her legs and she felt exposed.

“Right here, Babe.” She pulled her attention back to him. “That’s it. Right here.”

Dennis was stunned at how perfect her breasts were. Full, tight, and big brown nipples. He groaned and his hands itch in anticipation of touching them. He slowly slid his finger along the crease of her ass as he began to slowly slide her panties to the floor. He picked them up and sniffed them, pulling in her scent as Jack scooped her up again. He was holding her to her chest, his lips on hers, his tongue filling her mouth.

Samantha lifted her legs to encircle his waist and realized he was also naked. She could feel his cock poking at her opening. As he moved across the floor, the tip slid across her clit and a delicious shiver went up her spine. A tongue slid up her ass crack and she giggled. She had never had anyone do that before, but it felt good.

Jack claimed her mouth again as Dennis got on his hands and knees behind her. He gently spread her cheeks and slid his tongue over her most private of areas and she squirmed at the sensation. “That tickles.” She whispered.

Jack walked with her to bed and sat on the edge. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips, and he pulled his mouth away, put his forehead to hers and looked at her. His eyes were on her breasts and then he looked at his cock poking up between them. “He wants inside you.”

Samantha looked down. His cock was so much bigger than Ben’s, and she wanted him badly. She nodded and raised up just enough for him to slide his cock beneath her. As he began to enter her pussy, he laid back on the bed, pulling her along with him. He slowly began moving inside of her. “You are so fucking wet. I feel like I’m inside a sauna. And so tight.” He kissed her. “I want to taste every bit of you tonight. I want to feel myself in every opening and let you feel what it feels like to be so full you scream.”

She pulled up and closed her eyes. She felt an invasion of her ass and tensed. As the pressure relaxed, so did she. Something cold and wet was being spread onto and into her asshole. She moaned when she felt the pressure again, but this time it felt good.

Dennis slowly spread the lube down her ass crack. Using his finger he pushed into her hole. He loved how it looked to see his finger sliding in and out of her ass and feeling his brother’s cock moving beside it. He wanted to feel it against his own cock, but he had to take his time. Gently, he began to probe her with a second finger. He scissored his fingers inside her, helping to stretch her out and aiding in her relaxing. “Fuck yes!” She began to move on Jack’s cock. “Yes. Fuck my ass.”

That was all it took. Dennis stood behind her. The way she was straddling Jack, Dennis had the perfect shot at her ass. He lined the tip of his cock up with it, gently rubbed his cock and got fluid oozing and smeared it across her. Before she could stop him, he slid inside. At first, she tightened. “That hurts.”

“Relax, Babe. Remember. Just look at me. Feel my cock filling up that beautiful pussy of yours.” She nodded. “Can you feel me playing with your tits? Those big brown nipples of yours are so fucking hard. I just want to suck on one like a baby to his mother. I wanted put this cock of mine between them and slide back and forth till my cock touches your lips. I’m going to pinch those nipples and suck on them both at the same time, as your pussy is being filled with a tongue and your clit pinched gently. I want to feel your cunt tighten, and the juice running down the inside of your legs mixing with my cum. You are so fucking sexy. So fucking delicious.” He pulled out of her so quickly, he surprised Dennis. “You are so delicious I am going to suck the clit now. I want you to cum in my mouth.”

Dennis continued sliding in and out of her ass as Jack pushed his tongue into her. He slid it in deep then pulled out and swiped at her clit. His lips tightened around the tiny nub and started to suck. When he felt the hood move for her clit to poke out, he licked it. He felt her legs trembling. Her juices began to flow from your cunt and coat his tongue. Her moans and soft screams were filling the room. “Yeah, Baby. That’s just how I like it.”

Her orgasm lasted for about five minutes. She was gasping for breath. Her legs shook so badly she couldn’t move. Dennis slowly removed his cock from her ass and was lying on the bed beside her. “Fuck. I’ve never come like that before.” Dennis was smiling at her.

Jack snuggled up to her back. His arm wrapped around her and his hand covered her tit. “You are the most amazing woman I have ever met.” He whispered. “Have you ever thought of marrying two men?”

She chuckled. But she was too tired to respond, but it sounded interesting. Her eyes were drooping, but she felt a set of lips on her nipple again. She looked and saw Dennis nursing her. His hand was sliding between her legs and she spread them ever so slightly. His fingers found her clit and were gently rubbing. Then he slid into her and returned to her clit, circling it ever so slowly. She could feel herself responding.

“Oh, fuck me.” She cried as she felt another orgasm overtaking her senses again. Dennis was still suckling her breast, now sliding his cock between her legs. Jack was pulling on her other nipple. Gently tweaking it between his fingers. His lips were on her neck, licking and nipping at the small spot behind her ear. She could feel his breath against her pulse point. His cock was becoming hard again and moving against her ass.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered. She nodded. “I’m going to fuck you.” She nodded again, and then she realized Dennis was already inside her. Before she could react he had put his cock against her pussy. As Dennis pulled out, he pushed in. For a while, they were taking turns, and then she felt a fullness that was uncomfortable but not painful. Together, they began to fuck her. Both cocks were slide into her in tandem.

Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she realized they were tears of joy... For the first time in her adult life, she was orgasming with a man. Both men pulled out when they felt her orgasm peaking. They stroked themselves till their hot juices covered her breasts, her ass, and the outside of her pussy.

Samantha reached down and touched the sticky juice. She brought it up to her mouth and smiled. It was salty, a little bitter, and good. She slid down and began to suck on Jack’s cock. He laughed.

“For fuck’s sake woman. You are the best fucking woman I have ever met. Marry me. Marry us.”

Dennis kissed her, tasting himself and his brother. He grabbed her hand and put it between her legs. “I want to watch you masturbate.”

Suddenly, even though all kinds of sexual acts had been before with these two men, she became shy. “I can’t do that while you watch.”

“Of course you can.” Jack looked at her.

What was it about this man that could mesmerize her and break down all of her inhibitions? She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her slit.

“Open your eyes. We want to see you come.”

She was half sitting now. Putting her feet together, she spread her legs. She could feel her inside tightening. Slowly she slid her two fingers into her cunt, coating them with her juices. She brought up them to her mouth and licked them. She placed them on her clit and started to circle it slowly, feeling its hood slide back. Dennis had gone behind her and she nestled against his chest, while his hands fondled her breasts. He made her nipples stand out, hard and dark. He pushed them up so Jack could lick them.

She stuck her fingers into her wetness again and brought them up, coating her nipples with it. Jack started licking them even harder. He was tasting her pussy juice and loving it. She did it again and heard him moan. The next time she put her fingers in even further and she feel Dennis cock hardening against her back. She smiled and continued to watch Jack. That’s when she realized the mirror was right there in front of them, and she could watch Dennis push her breasts together and hold them up while jack sucked them. She could see her entire pussy, stretched open wide and bright red. It was glistening with her juices and she looked and saw Dennis was watching her look at herself and was beginning to enjoy the sight.

Samantha loved seeing Dennis behind her. His hands were on her tits, his legs around her. Dennis hair was tickling her as his lips ravaged her nipples. She could feel herself beginning to get closer. Dennis whispered in her ear. “Would you like to see how you look with a cock in you?” She looked in his eyes.

He reached into the drawer and pulled out black rubber cock. It was as big as Jack. He also pulled a little red vibrator. “It’s for your ass if you want it.” She took it from him.

Dennis took the black cock and put it into her mouth. “Get it wet baby.” She licked the tip and deep throated three quarters of it. He rubbed his cock over the tip then positioned at her opening. She watched as he pushed it inside of her. It felt tighter than when they were both in her because of her sitting position. “Lift up a little.”

She lifted her ass up off the bed and he turned on the vibrator. He licked it and put a little of his saliva on the tip. He slid it into her ass. He turned the black cock and it came to life. She was looking in the mirror and could see it sticking out of her pussy. She could feel the vibration inside her ass and the vibration in her pussy. “Keep rubbing your clit and watch yourself.” Dennis said into her ear.

Samantha couldn’t pull her eyes away. She had never seen a woman before. Not in this position and not when she was in the throes of an orgasm. It was beautiful and it was her. She watched her fingers lightly pinch her clit. She watched Jack piston the black cock into her. She saw Dennis teasing her nipples, pushing her breasts together and rubbing the nipples together, and she started to cum. She felt her legs shaking, her body was becoming taut and she felt the delicious heat spread throughout her. Her insides spammed and it hurt but it felt so good. She put her head back and screamed. “Fuck me Jack. Do it hard.” She said to the air.

“Watch me fuck you.” He ordered. She looked at the mirror and could hardly keep her eyes open. Then he claimed her lips. He crushed them and she returned the kiss. “Yesssssss.” She hissed the word.

Her whole body was shaking now. Dennis moved and lay down in front of her. Jack lay against her back and they slept.

The men fell asleep and Samantha looked around. She felt guilty for what had happened, but her body was still humming. She couldn’t stay here and risk it starting all over again. She had to leave. She moved and felt an arm tug her back. “I need to go pee.” She whispered and he let her loose.

When she came out of the bathroom, they were both snoring softly. She found her clothes and put them on. As she closed the door she said a silent thank you. It was an amazing time, and she was glad it happened, but it would never happen again.

Chapter 3

Samantha quietly let herself into the room. She tiptoed to the bathroom, showered and put on her nightie. She lay down on her bed.

“Do you know what time it is?” Billie sat up.

“I wasn’t watching the clock.” She was flippant with her tone.

“Maybe you should. I have to be to work in three hours.” She turned over. “Have you no respect for anyone?”

Samantha blinked her eyes in the dark. Billie was angry with her. She didn’t know why. Was she being disrespectful? And if she was, to whom? To Billie? To Dennis? To Jack? To her entire family? To herself? Or to Nonna? Once again she felt the hollowness that was the loss of Nonna. “I love you, Nonna.”

“Si.” She heard the whisper. “Ti Amo.”

As she fell asleep, she heard the whisper of words. “Lo sonno tutto cio’ che serve. Se si desidera aprire gli occhi allora si vedrebbe. Lo sonno tutto cio’ che serve. Posso soddisfare la vostra fantasia ogni, se si sarebbe soto darmi una possibilita.”

Samantha woke up the next morning with a brilliant burst of light and warmth coming from the window at the foot of her bed. She sat up and stretched, feeling the ache in her joints and frowned at the reason. She put her head in her hands and groaned. Her stomach started to turn with revulsion. She acted like a puttana. She ran to the bathroom and threw up.

Her head was aching, her body was aching, her eyes felt gritty from crying and she hadn’t slept much. When she looked in the mirror, she was horrified to see her face was full of blotches and her skin was bruised. Tiny, red bite marks and fingerprints patterned her stomach, hips and thighs. It was just another reminder of the puttana she had made herself out to be.

She curled up in the shower and let the hot water sluice over her skin, hoping to wash away some of her shame and guilt. Even as she was agreeing last night, in her soul, she was saying no. “I hope I never have to see either one of them again.” Sam whispered to no one but the walls.

After showering, she put on her pajamas and curled back up in bed. She was going to take the day off and sulk, but that wasn’t to be.

When the phone rang, she looked at it and started to turn off the ringer, and then she glanced at the number. Poking the on button she put the phone to her ear and quickly sat up, pulling her knees to her chest. “Mommy?” She whispered into the phone.

“Good morning, Baby. Are you all right?” Julie sounded worried.

“I’m fine.” Sam started to cry.

“Oh, my Darling. You stay right where you are. I’m at the airport and will be there in about twenty minutes. I love you, Samantha.”

The phone went dead and Sam continued to hold it to her ear. “The airport? Is something wrong?” She realized there wasn’t anyone on the other end. Did she dream the call?

Half an hour later, Sam awoke to a knock. “Go away.”

“Open up Sam. It’s Mom and Dad.”

Sam walked to the door and peeked out the crack that was formed by the chain. “Mommy?”

As she opened the door, Julie came in and wrapped her arms around her. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Phil hugged them both, but kissed the top of Sam’s head. He stared down her. ‘So fair. So beautiful. Just like her mother.’ He thought. “What’s wrong Sammy? Do you want to talk?”

“No.” She whispered into Julie’s chest. “Please, don’t ask?”

Julie nodded to Phil and pointed toward the door with her fingers. “Why don’t you call and let the girls know we’re okay.” Her smile was gentle, but he understood they needed time alone.

“How about if I go get some coffee and maybe some of those burgers we all like?”

“Great. Airplane food isn’t really that good.” Julie threw him a kiss.

“Dad!” Samantha let loose of Julie and nearly ran to Phil, wrapping her arms around him, she just about knocked him to the floor with how hard she grabbed him. “I love you.” She looked at him with sad eyes.

“I love you more, my Bella regazza.” He ran his hand down her cheek and walked out the door.

“Where are the girls?” Samantha asked. Her back was to Julie, her eyes glued to the door. “And mom?” She turned slowly. “Why did you come here? Why now?”

Julie looked in her eyes, gauging just what to say and decided on the truth. “You have an amazing named Billie. She really cares about you.”

Samantha nodded; her eyes were looking at the floor. “I….” She started crying again.

“Sit down Sam. I think we need to talk.” Julie took her hands into her own and sat at the small table with her. “Do you know why I never talked about your real father?”

“Not really. I’ve got a dad. I never thought much of him. Why?”

“I think we need to talk.” She repeated. “I was seventeen, almost eighteen, just graduated high school and a little wild.”

Sam looked up. “I don’t think you know how to be wild, Mom.”

Julie smiled. “I wasn’t always this age. I had a wild side.” She patted her hand.

“You know that Aunt Janie and I lived on our own since we were twelve. It wasn’t easy, so when she and I got scholarships and decided to go to different schools…It was our first time by ourselves. We were celebrating. All alone, in a strange city. I was in Jacksonville.” Julie looked out the window. How much do you tell your daughter?

“Samantha, I got drunk. I thought I was okay. The guy I was dancing with seemed so nice. Then I woke up the next morning. I was naked, in a strange room, and alone. Again.” She looked into Sam’s eyes again. “Sam, I know what it’s like to try to find yourself. Whatever happened, its okay? You can get through it. Just face it. Talk to someone. I had Aunt Janie. You have Billie….”

Samantha was vehemently shaking her head. “I can’t tell her. She thinks she loves me mom.”

“I know.”

“No. She thinks she’s in love with me. Oh, I know she’d never try anything, because we are best friends, but I see it. I feel it.”

“Sam, do you have any of those feelings?”

Julie was serious. She was honestly questioning her daughter about her possibly being gay. “I don’t know Mom.” She rubbed her faced and pushed her hair behind her ears. “I just know that last night wasn’t the answer.”

“Mom. I did something I am ashamed of. I…I…” She couldn’t get the words out. Her mother would hate her.

“Samantha. I don’t know who your real father is. What else can be much worse?”

“I had sex.” She bit her lip and looked away. “With two men. At the same time.” She got up and walked to the other side of the room. “Ho agito come una puttana!” She cried out loudly.

Julie got up and followed. She put her arms around Sam and pulled her to her chest. “No. Mia dolce regazza. Never a whore. Just a confused woman. One trying to find out who she is. Where she belongs in this world. But never puttana.”

“How can you say that Mom? Didn’t you hear what I said?” She was yelling.

Julie stayed calm and quiet. Inside, her stomach was rebelling. Her mind was going in so many different directions it was like having two people inside of her. Yet, she was trying to be strong for Samantha. She was the one who needed the comforting, the understanding. Isn’t that why she had gone thousands of miles, to be here? So here she would be. “I heard.”

She swallowed hard. “What do you want Samantha. Should I yell at you? Agree you behaved like a puttana? Ok. I’ll agree. It wasn’t the smartest or proudest moment of your life.” She crossed her arms. “Should I chastise you? Would you feel better if I said I didn’t trust you and tried to force you to go home with us? Because I would love to pull that mother trick, but it wouldn’t do you nor I any good. It would just cause more friction.”

“I don’t know what I want Mom. I just know that I’m so fucking glad you’re here.” She smiled wanly. “I love you.”

A knock on the door had them both jumping. “Can I come in?”

Julie unlocked the door to let Phil in. His hands were full with bags from the burger shop and coffee from the local coffee shop. “I could use some help here.” He was handing bags to anyone who was listening.

Julie grabbed one and Samantha took the coffee. She put everything on the table. “Dad? Mom?” She turned to them. “Thank you.”

“I don’t know what happened while I was gone, but I’m glad to see that smile. If it isn’t as bright as it should be, but I haven’t seen it in a long while.”

“I love you Dad.” She hugged him.

“And I love you.”

“Hey. Where are the girls?” Both Julie and Phil started to laugh.

“They’re home with the Nanny. And boy, are Jan and Jules mad.” Phil winked at her. “They thought they were old enough to be home alone and take care of the other two.”

“Right. Two fifteen year old, a fourteen and a thirteen year old left alone.”

“No thank you.” Phil added. “I want a home to go home to.”

For the first time since Nonna had died, they sat together as a family and had a long talk and laughed.

When they were getting ready to leave, Julie gave her a hug. “We’ll be in town for a couple of days. I want to visit with Aunt Janie. What do you say to a quiet dinner tonight, just the grown-ups, maybe lunch tomorrow with just you, Aunt Janie and me, then an old fashioned family dinner the night before we leave?”

“Sounds great mom.”

“If you want, you can bring Billie. And/or Ben?”

“I’d like that.” Samantha hugged her and whispered in her ear. “Please don’t say anything to Dad.”

“That’s not up to me to tell anyone. If or when the time comes, you can tell him or anyone else by yourself.”

Chapter 4

Chuck had asked Sam to come to the office. He told her he needed her help for just a little while and then they were going to join the rest for dinner that evening at Uncle Mikes. “What’s up Uncle Chuck?” She saw a bunch of paper work, but no clients.

Chuck handed her a file folder. “Do you know anything about this?”

She thumbed through it and her stomach dropped. Her skin felt hot and cold at the same time. The top page was a signed contract. The remainder was the as such, will and shall pages. Then she came to the last page. ‘This contract shall be final and legal as of…’ The date was set for last night, but the rest of the sentence blurred in front of her. ‘so long as Samantha Smith remains in the employ of Charles Bush and remains as the personal liaison between Charles Bush and Dennis Barker, until such time as the contract remains in place. Should Samantha Smith leave the employ of Charles Bush, or refuse to retain said position, but the contract shall be null and void.’

“I know nothing about this.”

“You must have really impressed him last night for him to want you in on this deal so badly.”

“Yes. I guess I impressed him.” Her words trailed off as she headed toward the door.

“Hey. Where are you going? I’m not mad.”

Samantha kept walking. Chuck caught up with her. “What about dinner?”

She stopped and looked up at him when he touched her arm. “I’m sorry. I’ve got to go.”

Chuck just looked at her. His brows were furrowed and his lips were hard. “What’s going on Sam? Are you ok?”

“I’m fine. Just fine.” She opened her car door. “I’ve got to go.” She didn’t say goodbye. She didn’t say where she was going or why. She just got in her car and drove off…fast! And she took the contract with her.

Pushing the door open the door to the stuck-up restaurant, she went to the front desk and asked for Dennis. “Where is Mr. Barker?”

“I’m sorry Miss. Mr. Barker is not to be disturbed.”

“He’ll see me. I promise you that.” She looked around and saw the door with ‘Manager’ on it. She started to walk away and the man at the front desk touched her arm.

Sam looked at his hand then at him. “I suggest you unhand me, now!” She glared at him. He left go and raised his hands. “Thank you.”

She opened the door without knocking. Dennis sat at the desk going over ledgers. “What the hell is this shit?” She threw the folder on the desk.

Dennis smiled a wide toothy smile. “Good afternoon Sweetheart.” He put his hands behind his head and his feet on the desk. “I knew this would get you here.”

“I asked you a question. What the hell is this shit?”

“That is a contract. I thought that’s what you wanted. A contract for your uncle? Isn’t that why you performed so well last night?”

“You son of a bitch. You are a low life asshole. Do you know that?”

“Then I guess like people gravitate. Because I don’t believe I heard you protesting.”

Before he could react she had walked behind the desk and punched him in the eye.

“You bitch. Fucking whore bitch. You can’t face the truth?”

“If you ever talk to me again, I’ll do it again. And if you so much as utter a breath of last night, I’ll make sure you look like the asshole you are.” She reached down and grabbed his cock. He started to smile, and then he felt her nails putting pressure on it and his balls. His face was turning red from the discomfort and ensuing pain as the pressure kept getting harder.

“Ok! Ok! Just let go.”

She looked him in the eye. “Before I let go, you will write on this that you rescind that little codicil about me. Then you will sign and time stamp and date it.”

He did as she told him. Immediately she left go and walked away from him. “Thank you Mr. Barker. It has been a pleasure doing business with you.”

As she was walking away he dug in his pocket and pulled out a hand full of bills and threw them at her. “Take it. You earned it.” She picked up the money and was going to throw it back at him; instead she put it in her purse. “I know of a little charity called ‘The fund for battered and abused women’. I’ll just donate this to them in your name.”

“You’re nothing but a whore.”

“A puttana? I may have behaved like one last night, and I feel sick because of it, but at least I know what a conscience is, but you, will never know.” She waved the money at him. “Thanks again. I’m sure the ladies will appreciate it.”

Samantha then drove over to the little café Jack owned.

She walked into the small restaurant, prepared for another confrontation. Jack was sitting at the bar, talking to someone about the menu, and looked into the mirror. He excused himself and got up. He strode toward her. The stormy look in her eyes had him skidding to a stop.

“You ok?”

“No. No. I’m not. Your brother is an asshole. He’s a son of a bitch. He’s a fucking…” She couldn’t talk. “What about you? Do you want to call me names?”

He put his hands on her arms and held her at arm’s length. “Look Babe. I don’t know what happened between last night and this morning, but I was genuinely upset when you weren’t there this morning.”

“Right. Because you lost your whore?”

“What?” Jack genuinely looked confused. “Didn’t you get the memo? I wasn’t kidding you, or playing with you. Samantha, I want to see you again. Without Dennis. Without anyone. I want just you and I and a real date, and if that means no sex for a while? Well, that’s fine. I really like you Babe.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He whispered.

She looked at his face. Was he serious, or was he just playing with her? “I’m not a puttana!”

“I don’t know what that means, but you aren’t anything but a lady with a very sensuous way of doing everything, even being mad. You have a zest for love and you do it well.” He moved closer to her, pulling her against him. “And I want to get to know the woman behind that entire amazing exterior.”

“I don’t know if I can believe you. Dennis may have put you up to this.”

“Dennis is a jackass.” He kissed her hair. “Let me take you out tonight.”

“No. I have family plans for the next couple of days.”

“Then Saturday?” She was biting her lip. “Please? Would you please go out with me on Saturday? We’ll go for dinner. I’ll pick you up at your door. Fuck, I’ll even ask your mother and father for their permission to date you if that’s what you want.”

Sam started to laugh. “That will be hard. They’ll be back in Italy till then.”

“Then I’ll ask your room mate.”

“How about my Aunt?” She smiled at him.

“Your aunt, your uncle. I’ll even ask your boyfriend.” He grinned and her heart flip flopped. “What do you say?”

“Give me your hand.” She pulled a pen out of her purse and wrote a number on his palm. “It’s my cell phone number. But I’m holding you to the meeting of my family. You’ll have to pick me up at my Aunt and Uncle’s.”

“Deal.” He looked at her lips. “Seal it with a kiss?”

“OK.” She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek then quickly moved away. “Till Saturday.”

“I’m not kidding. I’ll pick you up at your Aunt’s.”

“I’m counting on it.” She started to walk away, and then turned to him. “And Jack, if Dennis comes anywhere near me, I’ll not only leave, but I’ll castrate him on my way out.” Samantha left the café with a heart that was lighter than she had felt in months and the sound of his laugh in her ears.

But that date never happened. Saturday night Jack called. “Look Samantha, I’m sorry.”

“What do you mean you’re sorry? What does that mean?”

“Samantha. He’s my brother. He’s hurt because you yelled at him. He said you treated him like shit.”

“I treated him like shit? He called me a whore. He tossed money at me and said I earned it. But I treated him like shit?” She hung up the phone and leaned against the door. Tears, hot and unstopping, were pouring down her cheeks, catching on her lips and spilling onto her blouse.

Billie unlocked the door and started to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. She heard the crying. “Sam. Please let me in.”

Samantha got to her hand and knees and crawled over to her bed. Billie came in and sat beside her. “What happened?”

In between sobs and hiccups, she got her story out. Billie caught the name Dennis and how he called her a puttana. She caught the name Jack and how he was an asshole. She reached over and put her arms around her shoulders, pulling her over and resting her head onto her shoulder. “It’s ok Babe. Stop crying and then we’ll talk. We’ll get through this.”

Sam nodded. Her tears were wetting Billie’s shirt and her hands were grasped tightly in the material that was being stretched over Billie’s large breasts. With one final hiccup she quieted. “What was I thinking?”

“I don’t know Sam. But I’m not even sure what happened.”

Sam looked at her. “What’s your real name Billie?”

“You’ll laugh.”

“Ok. I could use a real laugh.” Sam grinned at her and sniffled loudly. Billie stuck a tissue in her hand.

“Then you’ll love this one. Use the tissue first. You’ve got snot running down your upper lip.” She smiled gently. “It’s Willamena.”

Sam started to laugh. “Will-a-me-na?! OOH! It’s no wonder you call yourself Billie.”

“And if you tell anyone, I’ll cut out your tongue. Got it?”

Sam looked at her and shook her head. “Poor Billie.” She put her hand on her cheek. “You deserve to have someone who loves you. Who loves like you want to be loved.”

“I have someone.” Billie started to rise, but Sam grabbed her hand. Billie looked down at it. “Sam, please.”

“Sam please. Please what, Billie? Tell me what you want when you look at me like that. Tell what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling.”

“Sam, stop it!” She got up and walked over to her own bed. “Do you know what you’re asking? Have you any idea?”

“No. But you can show me. Maybe it’s what I really want and don’t know how to take it.” She shrugged. “Maybe I’m just not meant to love or be loved.”

“Don’t pull the fucking, ‘I feel sorry for myself’ bit on me.” She put her hand on the door knob. “I don’t need it or want it.”

“Then just tell what you do want.” Sam got up and pulled her hand from the door. “Show me Billie” She whispered, “Show me what you want.”

Billie let out a loud groan and her face contorted as if in pain. Her ample breasts were heaving and her eyes looked wild, like an animal trying to escape a hunter. “You don’t know what you’re asking.” She moved away from the door. “If I start, I won’t hold back. Do you understand?” Her hands went to Samantha’s shoulders and gently shook her. “Sam, do you understand?”

Sam started toying with the buttons on her shirt, slowly undoing them. She dropped it on the floor behind her. Unzipping her skirt, she kicked it on top of her shirt. She stared at Billie who was staring at her.

Billie saw the feminine pink lace bra with lacy rosettes on the straps, and then looked at the matching panties. “Am I not pretty enough.” Sam slowly turned around and Billie sucked in her breath. The panties were thongs and Sam’s perfect pink butt was there in all its naked glory for her to look at and to touch.

Billie dropped to her knees. As she sat onto her heels and looked up at Sam, Sam joined her on the floor. She reached over and undid Billie’s shirt and pushed it to the floor. She looked at the creamy white globes hanging over the plain white bra. Her fingers went out and traced the line where skin met material, then slid into the valley, up and around the firm top where they began.

“Would it feel good if I were to…?” She leaned over and ran her tongue over Billie’s skin the same way as her fingers had traced. She reached behind and unhooked the bra, pulling it forward and off. She was surprised to see that Billie’s breasts were just as firm as her own. They were so big. So full and so perfect. She took her own bra off and pushed her breasts together. She felt their firmness. She then reached over and push at Billie’s and felt their weight and firmness in her hands. “You are magnificent.”

Billie had flinched at the touch. It had been so long since she had been touched by anyone but herself. The soft hand sent shivers up her spine and she had to force herself not to move. The feel of that hot moist tongue on her breasts had her nipples hard and taut. She was getting ready to push Sam away when Sam unhooked her bra and pulled it off. Her fingers delicately traced the large nipple, running her manicured nails on the aureole, making the skin pucker and the nipple to harden even more. She heard Billie moan, but she didn’t move.

Sam became bolder as she realized Billie wasn’t going to stop her. She unzipped the jeans that hung low on her hips and slid them down as far as she could. Then urged Billie to help her. “Please. Just let me look. I’ve never seen a woman naked. You are amazingly beautiful.” Sam’s voice was soft and she sounded breathless and in awe.

Billie stood and took off her pants, sliding the men’s boxers down with them. After picking them up, folding them, and placing them on a chair, she sat down on her queen sized bed, staring at Sam. She was afraid to say anything because it may ruin the mood, break the thread that was surrounding them in this, what had to be a dream.

Sam stood and removed her own panties. Her hair was trimmed, all but a small strip that covered her pussy slit. She giggled as she walked toward Billie and got down on her knees in front of her. “I want to taste you. All of you...”

Billie held her breath as she felt the soft lips encircle her nipple and suck lightly. Sam’s perfect white teeth closed around the nipple and bit lightly as she licked the engorged bud. Her hands were circled around Billie’s tit, gently tracing the underside and making small paths around the outer edge of her fullness. Billie groaned.

Sam moved down and ran her tongue over the flat belly, dipping into her belly button cave and tracing the small line of hair from there to the top of her large Mons. The hair wasn’t neat and trimmed like hers. Billie’s was full and dark, like her hair. It was trimmed close to the crease of her legs and a neat line above. Sam ran her nails all along the outline. She carefully ran her nail down the slit and looked up to see what kind of reaction she was receiving, but Billie’s eyes were shut tight and her head was thrown back. Her black hair had become undone from its normal pony tail and Sam realized how long, full, and pretty it was. “Why you’re beautiful, Billie” She stated in awe.

Billie looked down at her and smiled, then closed her eyes and gasped as she felt Samantha’s nail lightly scrape across her clit. Sam dipped her finger inside of her and pulled it out, licking the juice from the tip. She pressed in again, adding a second finger, and as she penetrated, she spread Billie’s lips with the other hand and licked her clit.

Billie was shaking. Sam could see her breasts jiggling. She continued licking, flattening her tongue against her slit and sliding up to her clit and while circling it, she pressed up and in to her with her fingers. Billie let out a small moan. “Oh my God.” She attempted to move, but underestimated Sam’s strength, and position.

Sam bit gently on the exposed clit and licked even harder. Her fingers were more insistent as she worked the small nub with her teeth and tongue. She left go of Billie’s lips and reached up and pinched one of the large nipples as she bit a little harder. Billie felt her insides begin to tighten and her legs quivered so badly Sam felt she may be pushed away.

She refused to stop and was soon rewarded with a loud moan and a scream. Her panting filled the room and Sam sat back and looked at her face. Her fingers were still lightly tracing her clit and nipple. Every so often she would lean forward and lick gently or suck on the nipple she was still massaging. As Billie calmed, Sam moved. She curled up on the bed next to Billie and pulled the cover up over both of them and fell asleep. It was the best sleep she had had in months.

Sam awoke to a hand massaging her breast and a slight pressure on her pussy which was already beginning to pulse. Her hips were moving to the beat of her heart and the rhythm of the movement on her slit. The light hum was melodic and she wanted to hear more and feel more. She spread her legs.

Billie held the vibrator to Sam’s clit. When she felt the movement, she gently and slowly slid it to down her slit and into her. She heard Sam’s intake of breath and felt her hand in her hair. With her knee she held the vibrator in place as she loved her nipples with her tongue and gave little love bites all around her breast. Her fingers were plucking at her nipples, bringing them to full attention. Sam reached up and put her fingers on Billie’s cheek guiding her up to kiss her. Her tongue tasted of morning. It tasted of passion and need. As their tongues tangled, their hands began exploring.

Billie slid her hand down Sam’s ass crack, reaching between her legs to give the vibrator a little extra push. She pushed Sam’s hair out of her eyes and kissed her eyelids. Her added size over Sam’s made it easy to dominate her entire body. She said her finger into Sam’s mouth, softly commanding, “Suck it. Get it wet so I can fuck your ass.”

Sam obeyed and washed the finger with her lips and tongue. Billie slowly and gently slid it down her crack one more time and into her ass. Sam let out a squeal as Billie slid down her body. Her finger was firmly planted in Sam’s ass and moving in and out. The vibrator was caught between her breast and Sam’s pussy, holding it in. Her mouth was on her clit.

Sam put her own hands on her breasts and plucked her nipples, which responded immediately. She slowly rolled them between her fingers and flicked them with her fingers. They were hard and every flick or pinch just added to the orgasm that was building. She felt it building inside her. Her ass was full and putting pressure on her pussy walls making it tighter around the magic wand that was fully inside her. Billie’s mouth was sucking on her clit, her teeth gently biting and suddenly she felt herself stiffen. She cried and bucked like she wanted to get away, but Billie was persistent. “I want it all.” She said while not letting go of any part of her.

Sam was pinching her nipples, kneading her fingers into the flesh trying to make the feeling last. As she quieted and her breathing evened out, Billie removed her finger from her ass, then the vibrator, but didn’t move her lips. She continued to suck and lick until Sam began to laugh and pull her up beside her. Billie crawled up on top of her.

Her weight felt pleasant to Sam. ‘So this is what it feels like.’ She thought to herself. ‘To have a woman make love to you.’ She giggled again as she looked at Billie. ’That’s what we did. We made love.” Billie had her pussy pushed tightly against Sam’s and she was rocking on her. Sam felt herself responding again.

Sam awoke about two hours later. Billie was gone. She got up and put on her robe then walked out to the kitchen. Coffee was in the pot and there was a pile of pastry underneath the glass dome of their bread plate. She reached under for a chocolate croissant and saw the note. “I didn’t want to be here when you woke in case you were feeling awkward or guilty about what happened. I’ll understand if you do. You’ll always be my best friend regardless. Ti amo.”

Sam smiled at how sweet it was of Billie, but wished she were there. She wanted to say, ‘Ti amo.’ to her. She wanted to hug her and look into those beautiful eyes and see her amazing body and feel those wonderful feelings again. ‘I’m in love.’ She said out loud. ’I’m in love with Billie, or should I say Wilhelmina?”

The phone interrupted her thoughts. “Hello.” Sam listened then looked at the phone and grimaced. “What do you want Jack?”

“I want to talk to you. I need to explain what happened and why.”

Sam clenched her fist. Her jaw tightened. Her slender shoulders shook with rage. “How dare you? You treat me like shit one day and then the next you just expect me to drop everything and listen to all your excuses and just fall into your arms? Is that what you want?”

“Sam. I know you’re angry and hurt. But, Babe, I’ve got a good excuse for what happened.”

“I don’t want to hear it.” She shut the phone.

No sooner had she laid the phone on the counter and it rang again.

“What?” She yelled. “What the hell do you want?”

“I want you. I want you to accept my apology and let me make it up to you.”

“I can’t do this. Not now.” She hung up again.

The phone rang again. “What the fuck do you want from me?”

“I told you.”

“And I told you….”

Jack interrupted her. “Just give me five minutes.”

“No.”

“Four minutes.”

“No.”

“Two minutes.”

“What happened with three?”

She could hear him smiling. Why the hell was she teasing him?

“I knew you’d come around.” She could hear the smile in his voice and she could picture his face. “Meet me at the Sidewalk Café in an hour. Okay? I’ll meet you there.” He hung up before she could answer him.

Sam stood looking at the phone. “What the fuck am I doing?” She said to the walls hoping for an answer. “First you fuck two guys at the same time. You get pissed at them and come home and fuck a beautiful woman who loves you. Now this.”

Even though she had reservations, she quickly dressed and walked to the Sidewalk Café. Jack was waiting for her. When she came around the corner he took in her elegant chiffon dress. It hung loose and flowed around her calves. The sleeves were long and billowy and tight at the wrist. The neck line was low with a string tie hanging loose.

He looked at her and licked his lips. “Woman. You look delicious.”

She laughed in spite of herself. “it’s such a beautiful day. I thought I would walk.”

“Well the entrance is more than I could have hoped for.” He held out a chair for her and waited for her to sit before taking his own.

“I’m a little surprised.” He stated. “I didn’t think you would agree to meet me.”

“We all have our off days.”

He looked at her neck and noticing a little red mark, he chuckled. “Looks like we left a mark on more than your heart.” He whispered.

Her eyes widened as she reached up to cover it. He pulled her hand down. “It’s all right. I won’t tell.”

Her mind was racing. Did he do it? Or did it come from the passion she had shared with Billie. She found herself wishing she were here with Billie. What will happen when she gets home? Then she looked at Jack.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to go home that quickly. Maybe Billie would be sleeping. Maybe….maybe….maybe. Too many maybes.

Jack reached over and grabbed her hand, startling her. “Hey Babe. Come back to me. Where’d you go?”

“Go?” She looked up at him. “I’m sorry. I’m thinking coming here wasn’t such a good idea.”

She looked up and realized how prophetic her words were. Dennis came around the corner. He saw her and then Jack and picked up his pace. Slapping Jack on the shoulder, he started to laugh. “Getting her primed and ready so soon?”

Samantha felt herself cringe. The goose flesh ran up her spine, making her suddenly extremely cold. She wrapped her arms around herself, her hand fluttering up to her chest, pulling the sides of the blouse shut and hiding the mark on her throat.

“I didn’t know you’d be here, Dennis.” Jack stated flatly.

“You know me, Brother. I’m a creature of habit. I love this place and I love the company you choose.” He looked at Samantha. “And the company you chose is fun to love. I’ve got a couple hours before I have to be to work. How about we pass it in our special way?”

“Excuse me, Jack. But I need to go home.” Samantha stood, almost knocking the table over. “I don’t know why I’m here in the first place.”

Dennis reached out and grabbed her wrist. He squeezed tightly and she winced. “Come on Sammy girl. You know you want to play.”

She looked around to see if anyone else could hear what he said, but they seemed oblivious of what was going on. “I don’t want to do anything with you.”

“Tell her Jack. She’ll do anything for you. Just look into her eyes.” He laughed. It sounded demonic in her ears and she wondered how she ever thought him attractive.

“Dennis. Go to work. OK?” Jack released Dennis hand from Samantha’s arm. “Let the lady alone and go away.”

“The lady.” His spit flew onto Sam’s dress and into her face. She picked up her napkin and wiped herself off. “The lady is probably one of the biggest little whores I have ever met. “

Jack got up and clenched his fist. “Go away.”

Dennis bent down and looked directly into Sam’s eyes, then into the valley of her cleavage. “Pull it out a little Sweetheart. Let me see those beautiful nipples. Maybe if you’re a good girl I’ll let Jack have first position again.”

Jack stood behind Dennis. Grabbing him by the jacket collar, he pulled him back. “I said that’s enough Denny. No more.”

Samantha took the opportunity to get up and quickly make her way down the street to the sound of Jack calling her. She felt a hand grab her waist and turn her around. “No you don’t Sweetheart. You aren’t running away from me again.” Dennis caught up to her first. “I do believe you will want to go with me or be the spectacle these people look forward to. Because I will bend you over and fuck that pretty little ass with everyone watching and you’ll pretend you like it.” He squeezed even harder. She felt her skin pinching and the bruising begin as she held back a yelp of pain and panic.

She nodded her head and saw Jack standing behind Dennis. “Thanks Denny, but she’s mine right now.”

“Come on Jack.” Dennis whined. “At least let me watch?”

Jack grinned and Samantha took a deep breath. It was a set up. Whether she wanted to or not, she was about to be fucked by these two men. Again.

She thought about yelling to the people they passed, but they were all smiling when they looked at her. They must have looked like a couple out on an afternoon stroll. Jack had his arm around her waist, but every once in a while, he would pinch her hard. “Keep walking and smiling, Sweetheart. You know you’re going to love it. Act like it.”

She stopped suddenly. Jack grabbed her dress and started to pull. Dennis whispered. “I don’t think it would take much to rip that pretty little frock from you. It would be a shame to ruin it. You’d have to go home naked. Or stay with us longer.”

The hand gripping her dress loosened as she began to walk again.

They came to a Brownstone and Jack led her up the stairs. Dennis stayed behind, waiting till they entered the building; he counted to ten and followed. The door was slightly ajar and he walked in.

Samantha stood in the middle of the room, her hand over her chest and shaking her head. “What do you think you’re going to do? Rape me? Is that what you do?”

“Sister, we do whatever we want. We’ve got the money to cover it up and its one little tramps word against two respectable men.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Now,” He was walking toward her, quietly and slowly. “you can take those clothes off and give us a show, or we take them off and…well, you know what happens then.”

He pushed her hands down and ran his fingers along the edge of chest. “So soft.” He stuck his nose between her breasts and inhaled. “And so sweet.”

Jack pushed him aside. “She’s mine first. After all, it was my sweet talking that got her here.” He fingered the edge of the material. “You know, I really hate doing this, but it’s a necessity.” He smiled wanly, and then ripped the front of her dress. “OOPS! I guess I don’t know my own strength.” He laughed and looked at Dennis. “It’s your move.”

Dennis looked her up and down. He saw the tears running down her cheeks. “I can’t do this with her watching me. It’s not right.”

Jack came up behind him. “I know what you mean.” He walked behind her and before she could think, he was blindfolding her. She began to claw at the cloth on her eyes. It was tight. It hurt.

“No. No. Sister. None of that. She felt her hands being pulled behind her back and tied. Her back was up against a counter or table. She didn’t know.

“Please, don’t do this? Don’t hurt me?” She began to beg. She felt a stinging slap to her face and could taste the blood on her lip. Her tears were wetting the cloth on her eyes.

“No marks, Dennis. Eventually we have to let her go, and we don’t want anything that she can pin on us to her family.”

Jack yanked her dress off completely. She could feel something cold against her skin where her bra closed between her breasts. She heard the snip and felt her bra fall apart, and then the straps were cut. Her panties quickly followed. Jack laughed in her ear. “Don’t worry Sweetheart. We’re just kidding. We wouldn’t want to hurt that perfect body of yours.”

She could feel his tongue on her nipples, then fingers gently pinching the other. “You like that, don’t you?” Jack was whispering against her. “You like to feel my teeth bite your nipple. You like having me pinch and squeeze these magnificent tits, don’t you?”

Sam turned her head, and she felt him pull her hair and turn her head back toward him. “Answer me bitch. You like that don’t you?”

“Yes.” She whispered. He bit her nipple hard. She bit her tongue. “Yes!” She nearly yelled it at him.

“Good girl.” He licked where he had just bit.

She felt lips against hers, and winced at the pain in her lip. “What do you think? Do you want to try something new?”

Dennis was walking around. “I’m bored with this shit. I just want to fuck her then send her home.”

“All in good time, little brother. All in good time.”

“No. Now is a good time. I’ve got a job to go to.”

She felt her hands loosen and he stood her up. “Come with me.”

She was being led to what she guessed was a bedroom, but was shoved onto what felt like a table. She automatically spread her legs and she could feel a cock against her. “It won’t be long till you can go home, Sam. I promise.” Was Dennis going to be her savior? The same one who had started this?

“Please Dennis.” She spoke softly.

She could feel him come inside of her. He moved away. She felt another cock at her. The grunting was turning her stomach. She could feel and hear the slapping of his body against hers. She thought she might throw up. She began to gag.

“I don’t think so.” He sounded disgusted.

She felt the bile come up into her mouth and was gagging even more. He slapped her. Her head twisted to the side, her ear was ringing and she could feel the blood on her cheek. “Fucking pig. You got your vomit on me.”

“I’m sorry.” She was crying.

“Fuck you.” She felt him pull out. He flipped her onto her stomach. Her legs were dangling off the edge of the table. “Now you can fucking puke on the table.”

Two minutes later, it was over. She heard a door close and all was quiet. Samantha slowly slid off the table and removed the blind fold. She looked around and didn’t see anything but the pile of material that used to be her lovely new dress and under things. She walked over to the phone and dialed. “I need you.” She quickly gave the name of the street which she could see from the window. “I’ll meet you outside.”

Samantha picked up her clothes then discarded them. There was a jacket in the closet and she grabbed it. It hung to her knees, but it covered her up. Picking up her shoes and clothing, she placed them in a shopping bag she found, and walked out the door.

She looked at the address and knew she would go to the police.

Sam stood on the steps when the black car came around the corner. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and mingled with the blood on her cheek and lip.

Janie got out of the car, followed closely by Chuck and then Billie. Billie pushed around them and ran to her. She wrapped her in her arms and began to cry. “What happened? How did you get here?” She pushed her hair back and gasped. “The bastards will pay.”

Aunt Janie took her into her arms and pulled the jacket over her chest. Uncle Chuck opened the door and crawled into the front seat. “Where to first?” He asked Janie.

“The hospital.” She picked up her phone. She was dialing 911.

Within minutes she was in the hospital. A rape kit had been produced and she was being examined by a young female doctor. “You’ll need a stitch in that lip.”

A police officer walked in, ignoring the fact that she was in stirrups and open for the world to see. He flashed his badge at her. Billie looked like a thunder cloud. “You could have the decency to at least let her know you were coming in and we could have covered her.”

“Sorry. It’s a job to me.” He actually blushed.

He asked the usual questions and waited for the exam to be done before he looked at the doctor again. She nodded. He turned back to her. “Do you know who did this?”

Samantha looked at Billie who was nodding at her. Aunt Janie was holding her other hand. “They need to know.”

“Yes. I know who they were.”

Samantha gave them Dennis and Jack’s name. She told him what happened, leaving out the part of the threesome, two nights ago. “Would you be willing to identify them?”

“Yes, she would.” The officer gave Billie a look and Sam took her hand.

“It’s ok.” She said to Billie as she kissed her hand. “Yes. I would be willing.” She said to the officer.

Aunt Janie looked at the two women. Her heart sunk yet sped up at the same time. They were looking at each other like she looked at Chuck. They were in love.

Chapter 5

Billie and Samantha went to Aunt Janie’s. She called ahead and had the spare room cleaned up and the bedding changed. There were towels and toiletries. Aunt Janie brought in a nightie, robe and slippers for Sam. She grabbed some pajamas of Chuck’s for Billie.

“Thank you.” She looked embarrassed. “I usually don’t wear them, but…”

Aunt Janie arched a brow then smiled. “It’s ok. Will you two be comfortable here?” She looked first to Samantha and then Billie.

Sam nodded then kissed her on the cheek. “Thank you Aunt Janie. I don’t know what I would do without you and Uncle Chuck.”

“Thank Billie. She called us and we had this all figured out even before she got to the house.”

Sam turned and hugged Billie tightly. She kissed her. “Thank you, Billie. Ti amo.”

Billie laughed and picked her up. “Ti amo.” Then she thought better when she looked at Janie.

Janie smiled. “It’s all right. I’ll leave you two alone. I’ll fix you some soup and maybe a salad, or sandwich?””

“I’ll take just some soup, Aunt Janie.”

Billie stood with her head down. As Janie was leaving the room, she stopped her. Her arms went around Janie and hugged her tightly. “Aunt Janie? Thank you. You are more family to me than I have ever had. I love you.”

Janie looked at her for a moment then returned the hug as exuberantly as Billie was hugging her. “We love you, Billie. You are family.”

Chuck sat on the edge of the table as Janie told him everything Sam had told her and the police. “Look Janie. I love her like she is my own, but you have to understand, she was playing with fire when she went out with him.”

“Are you saying that since she went out with him once, this gave him and his brother the right to do this to her?”

Chuck held up his hand. “I’m not saying that, but think about how it looks. What are the police going to think? She goes out with one, then meets the other and this happens.”

“She was set up.” She punctuated each word and had her arms crossed over her chest. “Is it just me? Or do all men seem to think that because we say yes once anything goes from there on out.”

Chuck walked over and put his arms around her. “Look. I’m not saying anything. You know me better than that.” He took a deep breath. “What I am saying is that is how everyone else may look at it. I’m just playing Devil’s advocate.”

“Then advocate somewhere else. I’m not having any of it.”

Janie was crying. “I should have been able to take care of her.”

“That’s why she has a mother Sweetheart.”

“But Julie isn’t her. I am.” She sniffled.

“She’s an adult.” He gave her a handkerchief from his hip pocket. “What happened happened. Now we just need to be here for her.”

“I need to call Julie.”

Chuck shook his head and put his hand over her phone as Janie started to open it. He took it and laid it on the table. “That is something for Sam to do, when and if she is ready. For now, she has us and she has Billie. This is something they need to deal with.” He looked in her eyes. “Just like when you and I were going through the saga with the neighbors, it was up to us to deal with it. We had people who loved us, but we really only needed each other.”

“You knew about Billie?”

He shrugged. “I figured it out. That girl about died every time she watched Sam go out with Ben or flirted with a man.”

“But Sam, I didn’t think, I mean it didn’t even cross my mind.”

He held his hands out at arm’s length. “Like anyone would have believed I would be here today. Or that my sons would be upstairs sleeping? Or I would be married to the most wonderful woman in the world.”

Janie kissed him and yawned. “I love you.” She yawned again.

Chuck picked her up and reached for the kitchen light. Janie laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his neck. “I am so tired.”

“Then we’ll get some sleep. We have the rest of our lives for the fun stuff. Tonight we just need to snuggle and sleep.”

“I love the way you sweet talk me Charles Bush.”

Chuck watched her as she put on her nightshirt then quickly undressed and slid between the sheets. He pulled her close, holding her tightly. He felt her yawn and soon making the gentle snoring noises that were only hers. Only then did he relax and close his own eyes.

Samantha started to sit up and Billie moved. “Is something wrong?”

“I just can’t sleep.” She was leaning against the back of the bed, looking out into the dark.

“You want me to turn on the light?”

“No.” Sam took a heavy ragged breath. “Billie, I need to talk. To you.”

Billie put her hands behind her head. ‘OK Here it comes. The big; It was a mistake conversation. I’ve had a lot of those In my life time.’

“Shoot.” Billie said nonchalantly.

Sam glanced at her dark outlined frame. “OK.” After a couple seconds of hesitation, Samantha started. “You know I love you Billie. So, I need to be honest with you.”

‘Just as I thought.’ Billie started to get ready to get out of the bed.

Sam put her hand on Billie’s hair and was unconsciously smoothing it. “The other day, after we…uh…well, you know, I got a call from Dennis brother. He wanted me to meet him. I went to the restaurant with him.”

“I know.” Billie sat up beside her. Sam put her head in Billie’s lap. “I was on my way home when I saw you at that café.”

“I didn’t mean for you to see. I don’t want you hurt. And if I hadn’t gone, yesterday wouldn’t have happened. It was a set up Billie. They had it planned. They wanted to punish me for leaving them or just because, I don’t know.” She reached up and grabbed Billie’s hand, laying it on her breast, over her heart. “Il mio cuore ti appartiene, Billie, but my body just wanted to make sure.”

“And?” Billie whispered.

“And….Sero tua per sempre si mi vuole ancora. I am so sorry.” Samantha was hiccupping she was crying so hard.

“Si! Ti voglio. Mi vuoi? Per quanto riguarda I bambina?”

“We’ll adopt. If that’s where it leads us.”

Billie pulled Sam up and kissed her. “We’ll do whatever you want. But, we’ll take our time. Take care of this legal stuff. And not shock our families.”

Sam giggled through her tears. “I doubt anyone will be really shocked.”

“What?!!!” Billie looked stunned. “But…Never mind. Uncle Chuck already said as much.”

They both laughed. They hugged. They wrapped their arms around each other and slept.

Chapter 6

Sam awoke. Last night she was resolved to have the two men arrested. This morning, she wasn’t so sure. Maybe she did ask for it. Maybe it was all her fault and that is what they thought she wanted; how she wanted to be treated.

Aunt Janie quietly knocked on the door. “Samantha. Are you awake Darling?”

“Yes. Aunt Janie. You can come in.”

Janie opened the door and walked in. Billie followed behind with a tray laden with coffee, orange juice, toast with orange marmalade and a plate of scrambled eggs with melted cheese and cayenne. “It looks and smells terrific, but I don’t know if my stomach will hold it this morning.”

She raised her eyes to look at Janie. “I’m just not sure…”

The phone rang and Billie looked triumphant. She handed her cell phone over to Samantha. “It’s for you.”

Sam raised an eyebrow and looked at the two women as they quietly backed out of the room, leaving the tray on the bed.

“Listen here young lady.”

“Dad?” She pulled the phone from her ear and looked at it with a puzzled look.

“Yes. It’s me.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “Sammy, you’ve got to go through with this. Honey, I know it’s embarrassing, and you’re feeling guilty right now, but what happens when they do it to another innocent girl? If they’ve done it once, they’ll do it again.”

“Dad, you don’t understand.”

“I know it all. You have three fantastic people there who love you enough to not care about anything but your safety.”

Samantha ran her hand over her face; pressing her knuckles to her forehead and then her eyes. “Dad? Do you know everything?”

“I don’t need to know everything, but enough. We would never judge you. We just want to protect you.”

Sam held her hand to her face and felt her tears. “I’m so sorry.”

“And you should be. For yourself. Because, Honey, your Mom brought you up to learn from mistakes, not to cover them up.”

Sam took a breath and straightened her shoulders. “Spill it. I’m sure Uncle Chuck told you enough to do an investigation. So…?”

“They’ve done it before. When they were in high school and again in college a couple of times. “He paused long enough for her to digest what he had just said. “Sammy. There are at least four other women out there who have come in contact with them, but they were able to talk, scare, I don’t know which, but they ended up not filing charges.”

“Okay. I get it.” She got up off the bed. “Dad. I’ve an appointment in about half an hour. I’m going to put these two out of commission.”

“That’s my girl. Go get ’em Sammy. Non hai niente di cui vergognarsi o perla paura. La verita parla sempre di se. Make them wish they had never tangled with the Smith girls. “

“I love you Daddy.”

“I love you too Sammy.” He hung up before she could say anything more.

Sam brushed her teeth, showered and dressed in record time. Her slim jeans and white boyfriend sweater made her look much younger. She could pass for sixteen.

Janie and Billie stood outside the door as she opened it. Sam locked arms with both of them and shook her head. “I should be mad at you two for calling Dad, but I’ll thank you and remember I owe you hugs when we’re done.”

Uncle Chuck did his due diligence. Three months later Sam sat in a court room. Dennis and Jack were turning and looking at her. Their scowls were dripping with venom.

“Gentlemen. Do you have anything to say in your defense before I pass my verdict?”

So sure of themselves, they had opted to not have a trial, but to have everything settled in a private session.

There was a knock on the door that startled nearly everyone who was there. The judge nodded his head and the guard got up and opened the door. He came back and whispered something to the judge.

The judge looked at the two men who were still standing. “Sit down.” He nodded to the guard again.

Everyone turned to see the three young women who were coming through the door, being escorted by Uncle Chuck.

“Mr. Bush. I understand these three women have something to add to these proceedings?”

“Yes Sir. “ He nudged the first girl. “I would like to introduce Carly Blackman, Mary Short, and Susanna Babcock.”

The judge motioned them forward. The three girls looked at Dennis and Jack as they passed. Carly flinched. “I’ll speak to these three young ladies one at a time in my chambers.”

One by one they were led into his chambers. Each came out with identical looks of relief.

“All rise.” The judge came out and took up his spot in front of his desk, but didn’t sit down. He leaned forward and looked at the two men.

“Are you sure you have nothing to say?”

They smiled cockily. “We’re innocent.”

The judge appeared quite angry. “These four women have told nearly identical stories, young men. Nothing they can be proud of, but out of their control. I find you both guilty of kidnapping and rape.”

He motioned to the officers in the back of the room who came forward and handcuffed them. “Women are not your playthings. We’ll hold sentencing in two weeks. Right here in my chambers.”

“Fucking whores.” “Tramps” “Cock tease” “You weren’t worth it.” It all came out of their mouths as they passed by. Carly walked up and spit in Jack’s face.

Two weeks later the men were sentenced to ten years without the chance of parole in the federal prison.

The four girls sat in the middle of Aunt Janie’s kitchen drinking tea and eating chocolate chip biscotti. They held their cups up in a toast and laughed.

Billie stood in the kitchen and watched. Sam stood and motioned her over. “This is Billie.” They all got up and shook her hand or hugged her.

“The Billie?” Susanna asked.

“Yep. The one and only.” Sam announced proudly as she put her hand into Billie’s.

“Billie. With all my friends here. My Aunt and Uncle, and…wait a minute.” Aunt Janie brought the phone over to her. “Are you there?”

“We’re here.”

“With everyone I love present, I want to ask you something.” She shuffled a bit and blushed then got down on her knee.

Billie’s eyes were darting all over. She was blushing and looked like she may cry. Wilhelmina, would you marry me?”

“Oh, you didn’t…”

Sam grinned. She nodded. “Yes, Wilhelmina. And I’ll call you that until you say yes.”

They heard a chorus of “Please say yes.” From everyone present. “Billie you better say yes.” Came from the phone.

“Yes!!!!” She screamed and then picked up Sam and swung her around the room. “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.” Every yes was punctuated with a kiss.

There were tears in everyone’s eyes that afternoon. Chuck looked at Janie and smiled. He whispered in her ear. “I guess Samantha finally made her choice.”

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