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Sam is what happens to the typical high school jock when they get a bit older but don't grow up. Full of ego and testosterone, Sam lives for two things; sports and casual sex with the never ending supply of young, morally flexible, local college dollies. That is, until he meets Hope, an entirely different type of girl, and begins to realize that less isn't always more. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 22, 2013    Reads: 470    Comments: 4    Likes: 3   


B.B.W. Chapter Four: Persistence Pays Off

Sam walked back out to his car with the Wide World of Sports theme playing in his head. In his mind, he had just snatched victory from the jaws of defeat. Sure maybe it wasn't a date date, but it was something. For the moment at least, Sam had completely forgotten his hang ups about Hope's weight. The way his mind viewed his quest for a date with Hope was very black and white, very goal oriented. The competitor in him had just taken a major step closer to the prize.

For the next three days, any thinking Sam did during unfocused, free time, bounced back and forth neurotically between anticipation of finally getting a chance to win Hope over and embarrassment that he had let himself get worked up over the kind of girl he would have teased one of his jock buddies about, not all that many years ago. In the end, anticipation must have won out, because on Tuesday night, he even declined a text invitation from Mia to come down for drinks.

Ten o' clock in the morning was actually the time Sam was supposed to open the gym, so Tuesday evening, he called Mark to make sure that his buddy was going to be coming in at the same time and could cover for him for an hour or so. When Mark asked the reason, Sam lied about a dentist appointment. Even though Mark would have had no problems covering Sam while his friend went to meet a girl, Sam hadn't matured that much in five days.

When Wednesday morning finally crawled into place, Sam decided it was time to bring out the big guns. At 9:30 he dressed in running shorts and tucked a thin tank top into the back of the waistband. He usually only grabbed his ID, and a condom when he went running (Hey, you never know.) but even Sam didn't think there was going to be any need for a rubber, so he grabbed only his driver's license and stuffed into his pocket. He put on his running shoes and stretched briefly, before jogging out of the apartment. Santa Rosa park was only four blocks from his apartment, so he made sure to take a circuitous route, enough time to work up a light sweat but not enough to reek before arriving at the park promptly at ten. He didn't see Hope anywhere and he sincerely hoped her dog needed a walk. He started running around the half mile footpath, killing time, hoping the object of his recent obsession would arrive.

Fortunately for Sam's ego, Hope strolled into the park from the backside around 10:10, walking a dog. She was wearing a breezy yellow sundress and another button down sweater, this one white, over her otherwise bare shoulders. She walked tall and confidently, a big, gorgeous billboard for the impending Spring. Sam started to jog in her direction, his ripped abdomen and sculpted chest gleamed with sweat in the morning sun. He started to practice his oh-so-clever "Fancy meeting you here" line, trying on various inflections in his mind, searching for the most casual. He was only fifty feet away or so when she noticed him. Their eyes met, he waved, and Hope started laughing. At first she put her hand to her mouth and laughed gently, but by the time he ran up to her, she was chortling hardily.

Sam felt the same confusion we all feel when we walk in on the punchline of a joke. His opening line forgotten, he said simply, "Um, hi.".

Hope had regained a little of her composure and looked at Sam as she wiped a tear from her right eye. "Seriously Sam?" She said, trying to keep from laughing all over again, "No shirt? What's the matter, you didn't have a Ferrari to pull up in?".

"What?" Sam replied pathetically, "I always go for a run this time of morning, I was just, you know, killing two birds with one stone.".

"Oh, uh-huh," Hope smiled condescendingly, making Sam feel that much more ridiculous.

Sam pulled the tank top out of the back of his shorts and started to put it on, but Hope stopped him, "No, no," she teased, "you went through all the trouble of getting sweaty, and I've got to give you credit, you're picture perfect." She reached out and quickly patted his chiseled stomach, causing a chill to race up Sam's spine.

Sam's mojo had been completely derailed. "So, uh, fancy meeting you here." he offered weakly, wanting to kick himself even before the words left his mouth.

Hope put her palm to her face, laughing again and said "Hi, Sam.".

"Hi" he said again weakly, standing in a puddle of his own bravado.

Hope introduced Sam to Sophie, her dog. Sophie was, apparently, a bagel; a basset/beagle cross. Sam was more of a cat person, but the dog was cute enough, with long, floppy, brown ears. He scratched her and made nice, although the dog seemed marginally interested at best, preferring to tug on her leash, and try to get her mom to follow her on some scent trail or other. As they walked together, they had what would probably be their first substantive conversation. They talked about life in SLO, Hope had moved here only a few months ago and was taking a few child development classes at Cuesta, the local community college, and Sam had been there since starting at Cal Poly, a little more than a decade ago now. Sam was trying his hardest to be charming and funny, and Hope seemed at ease, but then, didn't she always? Sam noticed she had a tattoo, the stylized horse head of a chess piece, the knight, was inked in black with silvery blue highlights on the outside of her left ankle. Sam played chess a little himself and asked her about the ink. It turns out that she enjoyed the game as well, giving Sam a much needed topic for a few more minutes conversation. After they had walked the entire lap of the park twice, they sat at a picnic table and continued to chat while Sophie took the opportunity for a nap in the grass under the table. Sam found Hope to be really good company; funny, smart, polite and kind. He thought she was unlike any girl he had ever met. Of course Sam was kind of an idiot; the truth was he rarely got to know a girl any more than was necessary to get into her pants. He had many casual flings and one night stands with girls who were actually very lovely people, he just didn't know it. Even his most recent conquest, the pixie haired Shania, was a sweet girl, an English major who wanted to teach Kindergarten and volunteered at the local animal shelter. For what it's worth though, Mia actually was a shallow bitch, using her only talent, volleyball, as a passport to party and fuck her way through school. A female Sam, really.

At eleven thirty, Hope looked at her watch and said, "well, it's been nice talking to you but Sophie and I have to get back, I have class at noon.".

Sam felt pinpricks of panic along the back of his neck. "So how about another date?" he said.

"Another date" she asked, her eye brow arched.

"I mean a date, sorry, a first date." he corrected quickly.

"I don't know Sam," she said seriously, "I just don't think it would lead anywhere, you know.". Sam couldn't deal with a third rejection and another indeterminate period of obsession. His competitive instincts took over, his desire to win the prize became paramount.

"How about a wedding?" he said suddenly.

"Excuse me?" Hope said nervously.

Seeing the girl's face, Sam quickly said, "No, uh, no, my best friend and business partner is getting married in three weeks. All our friends will be there. Would you go with me, would you be my date?"

"Are you serious?" Hope asked skeptically.

"Yes, absolutely." Nobody was more surprised than Sam that he was, in fact, serious.

"No." she said. Sam groaned and put his forehead in his hand.

"Well, I'm sorry, but that just feels a little weird for a first date." she said.

"But...but you said you wanted to go..." Sam started.

"I know, I know, just hold on a sec," Hope soothed, "you're right, I said I wanted to go somewhere where all your friends were, I can see I may have misjudged you, at least a little. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go out on one date with you.".

Sam's village idiot grin reappeared. "Really?" Sam's competitive instincts may not have the prize yet, but they were surely wearing the yellow jersey now.

"Yes, really, but..." Hope's face got very serious, "There is something you should know about me first. After I tell you, you may not want that date after all."

"Come on, how bad can it be?" Sam joked, trying to hide his nervousness, "It's not like you're an alien, or a lesbian, or a dude, right?"

"I have a kid." Hope said plainly.

Despite the changes in Sam's character since first meeting Hope, he was still about eighty percent "that guy", and as soon as Hope spoke, alarm bells and air raid sirens started going off inside his head, but the competitor couldn't let it go, it was focused like a laser and it didn't hear distracting noises. "Fuck it," Sam thought, "In far a penny, in for a pound.". To Hope he said, "That's great, as long as you're not an alien.".

Hope explained that her son, Jordan, was seven, and finishing out his second grade year back in Marin county with Hope's parents while she was getting set up with school and an apartment in San Luis Obispo. She finished by saying, "So, now you see Sam, why I'm so particular about dating. I'm a single mom with a lot of important things in my life, and I'm trying to avoid drama. I don't date often, so I'm really not looking for a one night stand, or a fling."

Something in Sam's mind clicked, he could actually understand the point she was trying to make. For Hope, going out with a guy like Sam wasn't a huge thrill, as hard as that was to believe. Instead, it was really a huge risk for her. Suddenly he felt like an asshole. All he could think to say was, "I really will take you to my friend's wedding, if you want to go.". He started to hope maybe he wasn't the guy that Hope thought he was, even if, deep down, he knew better.".

"I believe you, but why don't we just start with dinner or something." She said, and she took his hand briefly, squeezing it, before letting it drop.

Sam asked if he could take her out Friday night, and she agreed. They exchanged numbers, and Sam offered to pick her up at her place, but she declined, suggesting they meet somewhere instead. Sam wracked his brain, trying to think of somewhere impressive to take her. He suggested they meet for dinner at Anthony's, an upscale Italian place on the embarcadero in the near by beach town of Morro Bay. Hope agreed readily and they parted, shaking hands. Even during that simple exchange, the feel of the soft, cool, skin of Hope's hand gave Sam a tiny thrill.

Sam spent a lot of time over the next two days thinking about his upcoming date. He obsessed about wardrobe, not wanting to over dress, especially after his cheesy bare chested move at the park. Most of his best clothes made him look like he stepped out of a vodka ad in Maxim magazine. Everything that had seemed to work so well for him in the past, now did nothing but work against his ambitions with Hope. Sam just was not going to be able to cruise by on looks alone this time, a difficult adjustment to say the least. He started watching the news, trying to absorb a few points for the sake of conversation. He doubted regaling Hope with his tale of third place in a recent double century ride up in Northern California was going to win her over.

When Sam thought about Hope as a single mother, working a crappy job, trying to put herself through school, he couldn't think of any reason why she would want to go out with a guy like him. She had a completely different set of priorities. Sure, Sam might be a great catch if you just needed to get laid, but what else did he have to offer. This sucked; thinking of himself as anything other than awesome was depressing.

When Friday finally came, he settled on khakis and a dress shirt. He forced himself to button the shirt all the way up. He arrived fifteen minutes early, just in case, so that Hope wouldn't have to wait alone. She was prompt, and looked lovely. She had on a teal green sleeveless dress that matched her eyes, with a thin. diamond pattern in a lighter blue. At almost five foot ten, she rarely felt the need to wear heels, but she wore a modest pair tonight. Her long, chestnut hair had been lightly curled, and she wore it down, over her shoulders. With her outfit, Hope had combined the "one-two" combination of her opaline green eyes and flawless smile with something new; a not quite generous peek of her healthy, tanned, cleavage. The impact it had on Sam was pretty obvious. The village idiot made an appearance as he said, "Hi Hope, you look fantastic."

"Thank you Sam," she smiled her perfect smile, "you still look very handsome, even with your shirt on.".

Sam laughed, "I showed up here without one, but they wouldn't let me in. It's a good thing I had this one in the trunk of my car, with the spare tire.". He felt like he was back on his game a little bit, and Hope's beauty motivated him.

Sam had made sure to reserve a table with a view of the ocean. It wasn't quite as great as it sounded, the view of the massive Morro Rock was obstructed by the three smokestacks of a power plant, and there were dozens of tourists from the valley vying for space along the embarcadero with equal numbers of grungy fishermen returning to shore for the evening. Still, for all of it, the sunset was brilliant.

They had a wonderful meal, and Sam kept up the charm offensive. He was funny and self deprecating and tried hard not to bring up the gym, or sports. He was glad for the time spent watching the news, before last week, the gym and sports seemed like the only thing he knew anything about.

They talked about life on the central coast, and since Hope hadn't lived there but a few months, Sam told her about some of the local features. Hope said that she enjoyed hiking, something she had in common with Sam, and he was delighted to tell her about several little known hiking spots within a half hour of the campus. He told her, with a wink, about the secret nude beach only a few miles away. She laughed and said that he'd obviously never had sand in his behind before.

After dinner, Sam asked her if she would like to go play some pool at a little bar he knew across the bay. She agreed, and they decided Sam would drive and then bring her back to her car later. They got into the Camaro and headed across the narrow road, west to the neighboring town of Baywood Park. He drove them to Sweetie's, a road house bar on the main drag in the tiny town. It had been something of a biker joint back in the day, but now, it was just another bar, with live music and pool tables. The difference was, Terry, the door man, was a friend and client from the gym. Terry was a huge, hairy, good natured redneck, and he and Sam had an arrangement; whenever Sam came in with a girl, Terry would treat him like a VIP, comp the door charge, give the bartender the high sign, and next thing you know, drinks for Sam and his date would be on the house. Sam would always leave a huge tip, far in excess of the bill he would have racked up, that way, everybody wins.

Terry greeted them warmly at the door, treating Sam like a prince, insisting that he put his wallet away, when Sam acted like he was going to pay the cover charge. Terry flirted shamelessly with Hope, like he did with every girl that walked into the place, usually in front of her date. He got away with it because it was obvious he was only playing around, and he was the size of a mountain. Regulars knew though, that he never resorted to violence unless he had no other choice and, among them, he was fairly beloved.

At Terry's signal, the bartender walked past four waiting customers and took their drink order, two Lite beers. The crowd was still pretty thin, the blues cover band hadn't even arrived, and wouldn't start for at least an hour. There were three pool tables, and two of them were open, so Sam and Hope settled at a small cocktail table nearby. Sam spent a lot of time in bars, and was a better than fair pool player. His competitive nature didn't usually allow him to throw a game, even to a date.

Hope kicked his ass in best out of five racks. He didn't even get to play all five, she ran the table twice, he won once, then she beat him handily a third time. She was so good, he didn't even realize she let him win the third rack. He took his whipping like a man however, and afterward, Hope laughed and allowed Sam a brief hug. He marveled at how wonderfully solid she felt when he put his arms around her waist. Sam wished he could really give her a good squeeze, but he was determined to be a gentleman tonight.

At one point, Hope excused herself to the ladies', leaving Sam alone by the pool table. Terry came up to him and said, "So what's up with the girl, brother?"

"What do you mean?" Sam said, defensively.

"Nothin' man, I mean she looks like my dream girl, but she's not quite the type I usually see you with, you know what I'm sayin'?" Terry smiled.

Sam knew he the big man didn't mean any disrespect, not that there was much Sam could do if he did, so he simply said, "People change, man.".

The band arrived, and shortly, started to warm up, prompting Sam to suggest they move on to somewhere else. He told her that Sweetie's could get pretty rowdy once the band started and the crowd showed up. This was sometimes true, but Sam's real motivation was to get out of there before Hope said anything about dancing. Dancing had always been the chink in Sam's armor with the ladies. He had no sense of time or rhythm. Worse, he knew this, so his self consciousness made the activity that much more awkward. It had been described as "painful to watch" from one of his nicer friends, and like "an epileptic, jerking off" according to Chad, who was his friend, the third partner in the gym with Sam and Mark, and an asshole.

They went back to Morro Bay, intending to get some ice cream, but the shop was closing when they got there and Hope said that she probably ought to head home. Sam drove her back to the restaurant where her car was parked, but instead of Hope leaving, they ended up walking along the embarcadero, past the closed tourist junk shops and sparsely populated eateries. Still conversing lightly, the made their way to the end and started back. Hope noticed that Sam had made no move to hold hands or put his arm around her. She forgave him his petty embarrassment, but in truth, it had been the first time she had misjudged him. Sam wasn't a real, hand holding, P.DA. kind of guy to begin with. He would do that sort of thing to a bar pick up, to make his interest clear, but he was trying to not be pushy tonight. Hope obviously had an idea of where Sam wanted things to go between them, so he kept a respectful distance.

They got back to the cars, and Sam was starting to get nervous. He was generally used to dealing with "good night kiss" scenarios in a horizontal position, and was somewhat out of his depth at the end of a sober, grown-up date. As she unlocked the driver door of her Mazda, Sam pulled it open for her, and Hope helped Sam out immensely, breaking the tension by grabbing the lapel of his shirt with her thumb and forefinger and pulling him closer. "C'mere" she said quietly, and she kissed him, softly, on his cheek, not far from his mouth. That one lingering kiss was all he got though, before she pulled away. "I had fun tonight Sam, it's been a while, it was nice to get out.".

Sam looked at her earnestly, "Would you like to do it again sometime, go out with me, I mean?".

Hope looked to be considering for just a moment, then replied, "I'd like that Sam. You can call me, and we can go out next week.".

"Count on it,". Sam said, his face split by the idiot grin again. At this rate, he would have to take up a tin spare change cup.

Hope got in her car and pulled away, leaving Sam standing there, feeling quite pleased with himself. He was getting a second date. Never mind the fact that, a little over a week ago, Sam would never had believed he was capable of letting any girl get the best of him like Hope had. He was wrapped around her adorable, chubby little finger.

Sam resisted the urge to call Hope or go to the shop on Saturday, but couldn't resist the urge to pleasure himself thinking about her. Not a quick one either, he went all out, drapes closed, proper lube, even, for the first time, a little BBW porn on his laptop. Still though, when he busted his nut after stretching the wank out as long as he could, it was Hope he was thinking of, their brief embrace, her smell and the softness of her lips when she kissed him goodnight.

By Sunday, Sam was ready for another fix. He jogged down to Newsbeat, but wearing a shirt this time. Hope was there, of course, and seemed genuinely pleased to see him. She smiled at him as the little bell jangled above the door. He was beginning to grow fond of the sound. She asked him if he needed a can of Kodiak, but he said no, that he was just there to say hello. They chatted over the counter for a while and Sam tried to be witty. Hope laughed at most of his jokes, and he was hyper sensitively aware of her fingers grazing his arm when she did so. Sam asked her if she would like to go out again on Wednesday night. She agreed, maybe even with some enthusiasm, and Sam left the shop feeling invincible.

Their second date went well; Hope allowed Sam to pick her up in front of her apartment and he took her to dinner at McIntosh's, a popular local steakhouse and then to a comedy performance at the campus Performing Arts Center. They left the performance laughing and in a good mood, around eleven o'clock. When they got back to Sam's Camaro, Hope kissed him again, and not on the cheek this time. He was just putting the key into the ignition, when she put his hand on his. He looked at her, and had been around the block more than enough times to know the look on her gorgeous face. They leaned in at the same time and kissed, still softly, mouths closed, but with more than a little passion and for more than a little while. After just kissing and hand holding for twenty minutes or so, Hope stifled a yawn, and Sam offered to take her home, despite the minor discomfort and tightness in his briefs. Rather than admit to himself how much he cared about the girl, he convinced himself that he was playing the long game; acting like a priest now to further guarantee his chance of acting like a sinner later.

He took her back to her apartment, and walked her to the door, hoping at least, for another kiss. He wasn't disappointed. Under the porch light atop her front door, he reached up and caressed her face. She smiled and he kissed her again. This time, her lips parted a little and her tongue lightly brushed his lips. Sam wrapped his arms around the big girl's waist and pulled her close. He relished her warmth and her strong arms around his neck, squeezing him back. It was so much different, so much better, than holding some fragile, 120 pound waif who felt as if she could snap apart at any moment. After a minute of this Hope pulled back, smiling sweetly, her eyes still closed. Sam felt like he could look at her like that forever.

"Goodnight Sam." she said softly.

"Goodnight Hope" Sam said and kissed her one more time, gently, on her forehead, just below her hairline. "Sleep well.". She went inside and he walked back to the car, a spring in his step.

Sam was finally starting to become something that vaguely resembled an adult male human being. He was still just a guy though, so when he went home, he masturbated again, still thinking about sex between himself and Hope. The only difference was, that night, he wasn't the only one.

They had their third date on Friday. Sam said he knew it wasn't a public place, but he wondered if he could cook her dinner at his apartment. She said that they were probably past the public place rule and agreed, on the condition that she could bring dessert. She giggled, and quickly clarified that she baked a wicked chocolate cake, after Sam waggled his eyebrows lasciviously.

On Thursday night, around ten thirty, Sam got another text from Mia inviting him down to play Mexicali with her and her equally hot roommate, Jessica . He knew the unwritten rule in the world of friends with benefits; ignore two booty calls in a row, and you don't get a third. He started to rationalize that Hope and he had never entered a committed relationship, and that he had been the only one giving his dick any attention for over a week, a real drought by Sam's standards. In the end, though, he couldn't do it, or didn't want to, he wasn't sure. He texted Mia back that he was sick, and going to bed early.

Friday night, Hope came over for dinner, bearing the aforementioned chocolate cake. Sam made Lemon Rosemary Salmon and rice. Sam was a decent cook, and they both enjoyed the meal. Afterward, they sat at the kitchen table, holding hands. "What now?" Hope asked lightly.

"I want a little payback for the pool match the other night." Sam said, rising from the table.

"Oh really?" Hope grinned, "I suppose you're going to tell me you have a pool table in your bedroom.".

"No," Sam began, "but damn, that's a good line. I should have tried that. Would you believe that I have a pool table in my bedroom?".

"Nope." Hope giggled.

"Crap," Sam said grinning his crooked smile, "OK, just sit tight then. I'll be right back.".

He came back into the kitchen a few minutes later, carefully carrying an already set up, glass, chess set. "Time for my revenge, pool hustler!" he said, melodramatically.

Hope's beautiful eyes lit up, "Oh you're on mister!" she said enthusiastically.

Hope kicked Sam's ass again, two games in a row. The second game, she had him in mate without even taking his queen.

Sam pretended to pout for a while, claiming she cheated by hypnotizing him with her feminine wiles. She laughed again, music to Sam's ears, and suggested, maybe a movie. Sam pulled up Netflix on the manly TV, and they settled on Invictus. Sam liked sports, Hope liked good actors, and neither of them had seen it. It seemed like a safe choice.

Sam turned the lights down and they sat next to each other on the couch. When the opening titles started, Hope leaned over and snuggled into the crook of Sam's left arm. She put her head against his chest and started watching the movie. With her ear in contact with Sam's muscular chest, she could actually hear his heartbeat. She put her hand on his stomach, and was surprised to hear his heart rate speed up noticeably. "He can be such a sweet boy." she thought.

About an hour into the movie, they started making out. Hope moved up higher against Sam, and ran her fingers through his hair as they kissed. Their tongues wrestled for position and both of them made occasional sighs of pleasure. After making out for a half our, Sam screwed up his courage, and attempted to round second base. As his hand caressed her large breast, she stiffened only for a second, and then nodded, still kissing him Her hands began to roam freely over his chest, but stayed outside of his shirt. He obliged by the same boundary. They continued like that long after the movie ended, Sam couldn't get enough of Hope. He loved the way her weight felt, leaning against him. He loved how soft she was, and longed to know what it would be like to feel his skin against hers. Eventually, though, Hope pulled away again. It was past eleven, and she said she really should be going. Sam pouted a little, making Hope smile again. She kissed him one more time, wetly, but without her tongue and said "Sorry sweetie, I have to go to work tomorrow, but dinner was great, and so was dessert.".

Sam got up to walk Hope to her car. "Can I come by the shop and see you tomorrow?".

"Sure, that would be nice." she agreed.

Sam opened the door for Hope and they headed out to the walkway. Just as they did so, Mia came out of her first floor apartment, directly behind them. "Fuck." Sam thought.

"Hey, Sammy, there you are!" Mia called. She was wearing a white bikini top and a white towel wrapped around her waist. "Are you feeling better?".

Sam stopped, and he and Hope both turned to face Mia. "Yeah," he said, "I just needed to get some sleep."

"Too bad" she said, eyes moving over Hope from head to toe, "you missed a great game. Jessie was totally plastered." She stepped up and held out her hand to Hope. "I'm Mia" she said.

"Hope" the bigger girl answered, smiling politely, as she shook Mia's hand.

"I was just headed down to the hot tub, Jessie is there with her boyfriend, would you two like to join us?" she asked, sounding more mocking than sincere.

Hope didn't look uncomfortable, but Sam had enough discomfort for both of them. Sam was smart enough to recognize Mia's game, so he impulsively did the only thing he could think of; he reached over and grabbed Hope's hand, entwining her fingers between his own. "Sorry," he said, " I was just walking Hope out to her car. She has to work in the morning.".

Mia's eyebrow arched when she saw her fuck buddy take the fat girl's hand. Sam figured he was essentially dead to her now, but, strangely, he didn't care. "Suit yourself," Mia said breezily/

Before she could walk away Hope said, "Actually, hold on a second Sam, I think I left something back inside, can we run back in for a sec?". Mia shrugged and sauntered off in the direction of the complex pool.

Sam kept holding Hope's hand and led her back inside the apartment. "Oh," he said, "that's right, you forgot the cake.".

"Forget the cake." Hope said, her voice a little deeper than usual, "So, you were too sick to go to that girl's apartment last night huh?" she smiled at him, seductively this time.

"Uh, no, not really" he said awkwardly, "I just, didn't really want to hang out with her. They were playing stupid kids' drinking games and..."

Hope approached him as he talked finally interrupting him. "Shut up, Sammy, " she said, mocking Mia's tone. She put her hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him firmly back onto the couch. She got down on her knees between his legs and slid her hands under his shirt, savoring the firm, smooth muscles she found there. "You've been a very good boy," she said, "you've earned this.".

She unbuckled his belt and started to undo his pants. Sam's heart was racing, he couldn't believe this was happening. It was almost like he hadn't ever had a woman pull his pants off before.

Hope giggled with delight when she found what Sam had waiting for her. He was already rock hard by the time she got his briefs off, and she looked at his rod, impressed. "Well, there's something you don't see every day." she grinned, "You are a big, strong boy aren't you.".

"God, Hope," Sam groaned in anticipation, "I'm so hard, and it's only because of you. I've been thinking about this for so long.".

"Just lie back honey." Hope purred. Sam did as he was told.

Sam had never experienced a blow job like this before. After a few bobs, she was able to take more than six inches of his thick tubesteak into her throat. Hope had complete control of Sam while she sucked him. He slowly started licking the head and stroking his shaft, before sliding it between her lips. She reached up and grabbed Sam's hand, placing it on the back of her head. She moaned with pleasure when Sam began to push on the back of her head gently, forcing more of his massive dick into her amazing mouth. When she was deep throating his spit slicked shaft, she began to work her swallowing muscles on the head of the cock lodged in her throat. She stroked the base of his meat and his heavy balls, alternating between her left and right hands to avoid cramping. It took less than seven minutes before Sam's enormous cock started twitching in Hope's hot, wet mouth. He moaned, "Oh, God, Hope, you're gonna make me cum, Oh God!".

He expected Hope to pull off and stroke him to orgasm like most of his girlfriends had, but she did no such thing. She kept up her rhythmic pace, sucking and stroking and swallowing the head constantly until Sam came. He grunted with the power of his orgasm, and blasted a half dozen powerful jets of hot semen all the way down Hope's throat. The girl continued to devour his cock throughout, never missing a beat as he filled her stomach with his hot cum. He eventually had to pull her off his dick gently as it became too sensitive after such a hard climax. Sam laid there, completely drained. He looked at Hope as she rose from her knees, wiping saliva off her chin. "Sweet mother of God," Sam groaned, "that was the most amazing thing I have ever felt.".

Hope walked alongside the couch, bent over and gave Same a gentle kiss on the forehead. "Are you still going to come see me tomorrow?"

"Are you kidding?" he replied dreamily, "If you lock the door, I'll break in.".

"I can get to my car OK, you just lie here and think about what a good boy you are" she teased, "Good night Sam."

"Good night Hope" Sam said sleepily. He started to drift off to sleep, reclining on the couch, his pants still around his ankles, by the time Hope closed the door behind her.





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