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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 23, 2013    Reads: 393    Comments: 0    Likes: 5   


B.B.W. Chapter Five: Rising Action

Sam managed to suppress his desire to be down at Newsbeat at 9:59, waiting for Hope to open the stand. Instead, he went for a morning ride, biking down to Pismo Beach and back, before showering and heading down to the tobacco shop around eleven. Hope was there, of course, along with the Wilford Brimley clone. The bell jangled, and she smiled warmly at Sam as he entered the empty store. Much to Sam's delight. she even came around the counter to embrace him, lightly at first, but when Sam wrapped his arms all the way around her and squeezed tightly, she squeezed back. "Mmmm, you give great hug." Sam joked, a subtle reference to the last time he saw the big girl, before letting her go. Hope giggled mischievously.

They chatted for a while before Hope said, "You know, I am at work, I'm not sure the owner would be happy if I spent all my time talking to boys.".

The Brimley clone looked up from the paper we was reading and grumbled, "He doesn't care.".

This made Hope laugh. She said, "Sam, this is Ernie, the owner. Ernie this is Sam.". Sam couldn't help but be a little disappointed that Hope hadn't added the words, "my boyfriend" to her introduction.

"Nice to meet you sir." Sam said politely.

"Likewise" Ernie grumbled, without looking up from his paper.

Sam and Hope continued to talk for a while. Whenever a customer would come up to the counter, Sam would drift off, idly browsing the store, waiting for Hope to take care of business before returning to the counter. Soon, Ernie stood up from his stool and said, "Going for a smoke, when I come back, you can take lunch.". The old man took a pipe from his pocket and shuffled out the front door. When the bell stopped jangling, Hope reached over the counter and grabbed the front of Sam's T-shirt, and pulled him in for a quick kiss. He almost wished she hadn't, the feel of her soft lips brushing his mouth only left him wanting more.

When Ernie returned, Sam offered to escort Hope on her lunch break, and the two walked up the block to the Tio's Taco truck to eat. On the way, Sam didn't give a thought to appearances as he took Hope's hand into his own. Hope gladly slipped her fingers between his. She was, in no way, oblivious to the way Sam had been acting lately.

On the contrary, Hope was far from stupid. She decided, almost as soon as he came in to the shop for his second attempt at asking her out, that she was almost certainly, eventually, going to end up in bed with Sam. She usually like her men to look like men, that bouncer, Terry, had been a good example. She was not usually into skinny, pretty boys, but when an opportunity, that looked like it strutted right out of a Calvin Klein underwear advertisement, presented itself, it would give any straight woman, and more than a couple of the gay ones, pause. She really wasn't looking for a fling at the time, however. Instead, she decided to try to make a project out of him. He had potential; aside from being ridiculously sexy, Sam was funny, and, if you didn't give him the keys to the candy store right away, he could be very sweet and charming as well. Hope decided that Sam was going to have to jump through some traditional relationship hoops, so that he was fit to burst, before she gave it up. Although she did have to admit guiltily to herself that, even if he couldn't handle it, she just might have to take him home once and ride the roller coaster, before kicking him to the curb.

Sam was coming along better than Hope expected, however. His refusal of Mia was proof enough of that, hence his reward the previous evening, and his formidable equipment had been an unexpected, and pleasant, surprise for Hope. When Sam held her hand, as they walked down the busy street at noon, on the way to the Taco truck, she knew things were going well, but that she was also entering very dangerous territory; she was really starting to like the guy.

They had a couple of burritos, seated at the cheap plastic picnic table in front of the Taco truck and discussed plans for the weekend. Hope was leaving after work Sunday to go up to her parents and spend some time with her son, Jordan. She wouldn't be back until Tuesday, so she agreed to get together with Sam again, that evening. After lunch, Sam walked Hope back to Newsbeat. She gave him a kiss goodbye and he headed for the gym, in a good mood.

It was Saturday, and everyone was at the gym for one reason or another. Chad was on duty as manager and Mark was teaching a self defense class in the mat room. Jenn his fiance was also a trainer and instructor at the gym. She had come with him to work out and catch up on paperwork, which is exactly what Sam had in mind.

Sam strode into the weight room; Chad was leaning on a nautilus machine running his mouth and Jenn was on the adjacent one, a bench press, lifting a small amount of weight repeatedly, and listening to him. Chad and Sam looked different, but were a lot alike. Chad was shorter, about five foot eight, but also in terrific shape. He was a Type A, like Sam, but had a touch of the short man's disease as well, making him a little more aggressive and rude. He and Sam had been friends, along with Mark, since the dorms. Mark was a different sort all together though. He was a very big guy, a former NCAA heavyweight wrestler at the college, and far more reserved and soft spoken than either of his buddies. He had also been the most responsible of the group, looking out for his brothers, even when they were too stupid or, more likely, too drunk to take care of themselves. More than once, Chad especially, had been able to flap his gums at guys that may have been a bit more than he could chew, just because Mark would be standing a few feet away. In fact, Jenn often joked that the only reason her four brother's were letting Mark marry her is because he could take all of them at once. Jenn was the fourth member of their tightly knit group, and the only female. Raised as the only girl among brothers, she knew how to be one of the guys. She and Mark had started dating after being paired up as teammates in a bowling class, of all things, when they were both in their second year. She was very much Mark's physical opposite. Jenn was more than a foot shorter than her fiance, standing only five foot two. She was in great physical condition, a runner and soccer player, but she was just, sort of, stoutly shaped. She had thick thighs and calves, wide shoulders and very small breasts. She was also a flaming ginger. She had a shock of curly red hair, cut short, and a generous dusting of freckles under her eyes and across her nose. It wasn't in Sam's nature to respect women exactly (until recently, at least) but he liked Jenn. He may have thought Mark was crazy for getting married at all, but he was glad it was to Jenn. They were even friendly enough to do things together without Mark, like running. Mark had a lingering knee injury that sometimes made jogging painful and Sam would often go out with Jenn so that she wouldn't be alone. It was a college town after all and there could be some pretty creepy people lurking about. Jenn was as responsible as Mark and the couple sort of acted as the parents in the group's early twenties friendship family.

Jenn finished her set just as Sam walked up to them. They greeted each other jovially and then Chad started to tell Sam all about a new client that had joined that morning. He said, "She's all yours buddy, I had to take the last land whale.". He puffed up his cheeks and held his arms out around his body like a bad impression of Santa Claus. Jenn rolled her eyes and laid back down under the bar, starting once again, to lift.

Sam gave Chad a cold look and said, "Dude, those people are our clients, they keep this place open. One of these days, someone is going to hear you, so show some goddamn respect, would ya'."

Chad looked shocked. "Jesus, dude, you sound like Mark." he bitched. Mark had indeed consistently given Chad grief about ridiculing the clients behind their backs. Jenn almost never said anything; she knew her status as the token girl meant there were some things she should stay out of, but Mark spoke for her. Sam on the other hand had always been the audience for Chad's jokes, although he rarely instigated those comments himself, he would usually end up laughing hardily at Chad's disrespect.

"Well, Mark's right dude, try to confine that stuff to your inner asshole, OK?" Sam insisted.

"Whatever, Nancy." Chad said, and stalked off, disgusted.

Sam looked over at Jenn. She was sitting up on the bench again, looking at Sam strangely. "What?" he said, trying not to snap.

"Don't look at me," she said, "I think you sound like a chick.".

Sam smirked and flipped her the bird.

Jenn laughed and said, "I'm just fuckin' with ya' Sammy. I'm glad you said something."

Later that night, Sam picked Hope up at her apartment and took her to dinner, pizza and beer, at Snoopy's Pizza. They had been out enough times now that they had a bit of a history, some conversations they could refer back to and even a few inside jokes. All these things are the bricks and mortar of a successful early relationship, far more than sex, if you think about it. They were getting more comfortable around each other, slowly becoming a couple.

After dinner, Hope agreed to go back to Sam's for a while, presumably to pretend to watch another movie. She said she was in the mood for some red wine though, and Sam didn't have any at his apartment, so they stopped by a liquor store. After selecting a bottle of Clos du Bois cab, they headed back to the parking lot.

On the way to the car, a drunken kid in his early twenties wearing baggy jeans and a very douchy Ed Hardy T-shirt swayed up to them, apparently on the way into the store to finish the job. As he passed, he staggered a bit and bumped into Hope. The instant it happened it wasn't a big deal, but a half a second later when the kid sneered and said "Watch it, fat bitch!", Sam spun around.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he snapped. The kid puffed up his hollow chest and glared at Sam.

"Sam" Hope said, as soon as he spoke, "look at me." Sam did as he was told. "We're not doing this OK, Sam?" She said calmly, looking it his eyes. "There are always people like this, they'll say things and you have to learn to let it go, OK?".

Sam couldn't speak, he was so livid. His forearms bulged and his fingers flexed with the desire to strangle the drunken little shit. He took a deep breath, through clenched teeth and closed his eyes. He took Hope's hand and they started to walk back to the car. "That's right Sam," the asshole slurred, "listen to your fat bitch and get your punk ass home before you get hurt!".

Sam almost stopped walking, but Hope kept on, pulling him gently by the hand. They were almost to the car when the kid yelled across the parking lot, "There's a good boy Sam, run your ass home. When you're fuckin' your fat bitch tonight, you'd better nail a two by four to your ass so's you don't fall in!".

This time, it was Hope who stopped. She sighed and looked at Sam, who was almost teary eyed and shaking with rage. "Ok, sweetie, just this one time.".

Sam grinned savagely, and started stalking back to the drunk by the store entrance while Hope waited at the car. The asshole saw Sam was coming back, and thinking he was going to get the fight he wanted, he threw his chest out and postured with his arms, trying to look like some kind of badass. As Sam got nearer however, the kid got a look at him and realized that, he didn't look quite as small when he wasn't standing next to the fat girl, and that right now, Sam's eyes looked like red, bloody, murder. The douchebag decided he didn't need liquor, or an emergency room visit, as bad as he thought he did, and turned to try to run away. He started running down the street, arms flailing. Sam started after him, having no trouble whatsoever catching up to the little bastard. He had barely gotten faster than his jogging pace when he was behind the intoxicated turd. He simply extended he leg forward, between the kid's feet, and the drunk tripped, face first, bouncing off the rough, worn, asphalt surface of the parking lot. Sam didn't even wait for the kid to finish falling, he just turned and jogged back to Hope who remained by the car. The asshole had been too drunk to get his arms up in time and Sam guessed that, while he wouldn't suffer any life threatening injury, the fall might have cost him a tooth, or at least, part of one.

By the time he got to the car, he turned and saw that the kid had managed to get up, and was standing for a second, and then kneeling, and then standing again, back where Sam had dropped him. "I'm sorry." Sam apologized to Hope. "I hardly ever get in fights, but that guy had it coming.".

"He did." Hope agreed, "I'm glad that you didn't do anything when I asked you not to. I know that was hard and I'm very proud of you.". Sam smiled sheepishly. "Let's go back to your place." Hope said.

The Camaro wended it's way out of the crowded downtown. Throngs of buzzed college kids jaywalked everywhere and traffic was slow going. They finally arrived at Sam's place and settled in, deciding to watch an episode of the TV series Justified that was waiting, unwatched, on Sam's DVR. Hope liked the star, she thought he looked like Sam, but wasn't in quite as good a shape. Sam like the show because every week, at least one sufficiently scuzzy bad guy would get shot. The show managed to hold both of their interest long enough to make the forty five minutes, skipping commercials, but they were making out as soon as the show attempted to entice them with "scenes from next week's episode.".

He didn't wait as long to hit a double this time, moving one hand to cup the front of Hope's breast while cupping her cheek with the other, as they kissed. Her breast was heavy and warm through her cotton shirt and Sam lifted it and pressed it firmly as he leaned into her kissing harder. Hope was making little soft mewling sounds now, as Sam moved his kisses from her mouth to her neck.

After a few minutes of Sam doing all the work, Hope pushed him back against the arm of the couch started to kiss him more aggressively. She climbed up between his legs and leaned on him pinning him to the couch as she kissed and licked his neck. When she nibbled his throat, alongside his adam's apple he moaned, and buried his face in a mass of her long, chestnut hair. She deftly unbuttoned his shirt, and briefly ran her hands deliciously over his pecs. Then Hope, eased Sam's anxiety, by unbuttoning her own shirt. Underneath, she wore a black, lace bra and her gorgeous breasts hung heavy over the smooth, creamy, tanned skin of her ample tummy. The intensity of their playfulness grew as their hands roamed each other's bodies. Sam pressed his face into her cleavage and kissed the tops of her soft tits. Hope then pushed Sam back by his forehead and began to kiss and lick her way all over his molded chest. When she began to lick he nipples, he started to squirm, but Hope held him down and continued driving him crazy. She moved her right hand down and squeezed the huge, hard, bulge in Sam's pants.

"Let's go see your pool table." Hope whispered in Sam's ear, and then she rose, taking him by the hand. He led her to his bedroom and she asked sweetly, "Do you have any lotion? My skin feels kind of dry.". Sam fetched a bottle of hand lotion from the bathroom, and when he returned, Hope had lost her pants and was sitting amongst the pillows, in her black bra and matching panties, leaining seductively against the headboard. Sam made the idiot face as he approached the bed. "Strip." Hope commanded, before Sam reached the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed, nude now, with his member jutting out turgidly in front of him like a rhino's horn. "C'mere." Hope said, enticing him with a crooked finger. Sam slid onto the bed and started to climb on top of Hope when she stopped him. "No, baby, turn around.". She rotated Sam by the shoulders so that he back was to her chest. She pulled him back against her and wrapped her arms around his chest. He rolled his head back and Hope began nibbling on his neck and ears. Hope picked up the bottle of lotion and squirted a generous streak of the creamy stuff onto Sam's muscular chest. She held him against her chest and massaged the lotion into his muscles, slowly, inexorably, working her way closer to his raging hard on. The whole time she kept kissing and licking the side of Sam's neck and face. When she finally reached Sam's groin, he was in the red zone. Hope wrapped her silky lower legs around Sam's knees to keep him in place and began stroking his engorged cock with her lotion slicked hand. He groaned, low, from deep in his chest, with his eyes closed tightly. She played with him for a while, backing off when she sensed he was getting close. Her hand pumped steadily up and down on his pulsing tool. The shaft was so thick, Hope's finger's couldn't quite touch when the grabbed the base. Sam started to go crazy, trying to hump his dick faster into Hope's well oiled fist. Her legs held him firmly, and her free arm was wrapped around his chest, holding him against her chest while she jerked him off relentlessly. Soon, she decided it was time to give the poor boy some relief; she picked up the pace and pressure of her strokes. Sam kept jerking his pelvis up away from the mattress in time with her hand until he grunted loudly, almost as if he was in pain, and fired a thick rope of semen, followed by three or four more, all the way down and past the length of his queen sized bed. His hips bucked, and his legs squirmed against Hope's as she milked his mammoth rod completely dry.

Sam lay in Hope's arms still, completely spent as she cooed into his ear. "Your such a good boy Sam," she whispered, "That was your reward for being so chivalrous tonight. Not for getting into a fight, but for refusing to fight when I asked you to. I think it's sexy when you're being a better man.".

"I'm trying, for you." Sam said dreamily, lifting Hope's hand to his face and kissing her fingers softly. "Do you want me to take care of you?" He asked, turning over and slipping his arms around Hope's waist.

"It's getting late Honey," Hope consoled, "you can next time, I promise.". Putting Sam and her own orgasm off was a tough choice for Hope, but she didn't want to go all the way with Sam quite yet, especially when she was about to leave town. Better to leave him wanting a little than completely satisfied. She knew she was going to have to get a little relief for herself though, after Sam dropped her off.

"Will you stay?" Sam asked hopefully.

"I don't think so sweetie," Hope said reluctantly, "I don't think I'm ready to stay the night yet." she finished, honestly.

"Will you at least stay a little longer?"

"Yes, just a little bit.".

The pair lay snuggled together, kissing and laughing occasionally for another hour, but around one am. Sam drove Hope back to her place. Sam told her to drive carefully up to Marin, and that, if she wanted, she could call him, just to talk, while she was gone. She gave him a long, wet, goodnight kiss and one of the fierce hugs he seemed to love so much, and went inside. It wasn't long before she was in the shower, lying down in the tub with her hand and the massaging shower head both being put to the test as she thought of Sam.





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