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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 24, 2013    Reads: 412    Comments: 3    Likes: 3   


B.B.W. Chapter Six: Johnny On The Spot.

The next couple of days progressed slowly for Sam. He didn't visit Hope at work on Sunday, thinking it best not to appear too needy after Saturday night, but he called her before she left for Marin to tell her again to drive carefully, and that he would miss her. He found he wasn't just saying it either.

Monday crawled by; there was an owner's meeting at lunch at the gym, and an argument ensued about a new promotional venture for the facility. They had a little extra cash in the promotion budget, and Mark, most likely prodded by Jenn, suggested sponsoring a pair little league and junior basketball teams and Chad was pushing for a bikini calendar photographed at the gym, featuring some of the local hotties. Jenn wasn't technically an owner, but she was present at all the owners meetings because she had a better handle on the business' books than any of the boys, and she was a meticulous note taker. She and Chad were both stunned when Sam ended the debate by siding with Mark. Sam claimed that he didn't want to promote the gym as a meat market, that it would be too limiting for the demographics they were trying to reach. Chad fumed and Jenn just shook her head in quiet amazement.

Later, after Chad had left to go surfing, Jenn and Sam were alone in the office when she cornered him about his recent behavior. "So, I gotta say, I'm surprised you didn't go with Chad on the calendar idea." she started, casually.

"The calendar is a stupid idea," Sam reasoned, "what good is an advertisement that only ends up in the dorm rooms and frat houses for people that can use the Poly rec center, and problably couldn't afford a membership here anyway?".

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jenn agreed, but continued probing. "But you also jumped Chad's case yesterday about making fun of the clients. Are you pissed at him about something?".

"No, nothing like that." Sam replied.

"What then, did you meet a girl?" Jenn teased.

"Shut up" Sam said, blushing a little.

"Oh," Jenn said, grinning widely, "so you did meet a girl.".

Sam was bright red now, "No, Chad just needs to grow up a little, that's all.".

Jenn's jaw dropped open in shock, "Oh my God," she gasped, putting her hand to her lips, "you didn't meet a girl, you met a woman!".

Sam couldn't even look at Jenn now, he was so embarrassed. "No," he said weakly, "I'm not, I mean I haven't..." he stammered while Jenn smiled at him, trying not to laugh.

"You've got to let me meet her!" Jenn said.

"What?" Sam stuttered, "She's not, I mean there's no girl, I mean..."

"Bullshit!" Jenn laughed, "c'mon, I have to meet the woman that could transform you into a grown up!".

"Hey!" Sam said defensively.

"Face it Sammy," Jenn said, "You just vetoed a packing the gym with chicks in bikinis to spend the gym's promotional budget on a bunch of kid's baseball uniforms.".

Sam put his hand to his face. "OK," he finally admitted, "I'm busted.".

"So when do we get to meet her?" Jenn asked.

Sam was on the spot now. He had gotten over most of the egotistical embarrassment he originally felt about publicly dating Hope, but when it came to his close friends, especially Chad, he wasn't sure how they would react, or how he would feel. "See, there's a, a, thing I guess I should mention." Sam explained, "she, um, Hope, her name is Hope, she is really pretty, beautiful I mean, but, um, she's a big girl.".

"What exactly are we talking about here Sammy?" Jenn asked, "I mean, compared to most of the girls you hook up with, I'm a big girl.".

"Well," Sam said nervously, "she's bigger than I am actually.".

Jenn smiled warmly, "Wow, Sam, I wouldn't have thought you capable of even seeing a woman like that a month ago. So what's the problem with us meeting her?".

"Well, I know you and Mark will be nice, but what about Chad?" Sam worried.

"Screw Chad," she said, chuckling, "He'll be nice or I'll have Mark kick his ass.".

That night, Sam was ecstatic when he got a call from Hope. He had been unwilling to call her when she was visiting her son. He didn't want her to think he was trying to make himself more important than her kid. She had called to tell him that she was having some problems up in Marin and she wouldn't be back for a few more days. He had to press for a while before he could get Hope to tell him what was wrong. Apparently Jordan was sick with the flu, and her Dad started having some chest pains on Sunday afternoon, and had to be admitted to the hospital for observation and tests. To top it off, she now had to go see her lawyer because of some business with Jordan's father. She wanted to visit her Dad, but she couldn't leave Jordan alone, her mom was staying right by her father's side and there was no one to watch the boy. When Sam asked if she had any friends or family in the area, she explained that her parents had moved to Marin from San Jose after Jordan was born and Hope graduated from High School. All of her friends and family, as well as Jordan's paternal grandparent's, who would have been more than happy to help, lived hours away. Sam wasn't sure how Hope would take the offer, but he made it anyway.

"Well, I could come up there in the morning and help you out for a day or two." He said tentatively.

"Oh, Sam, that's sweet, really," Hope said, "but it's too far, and you have work."

"Work can suck it," Sam said, thinking it would only be Chad that would have to cover his shifts anyway, "work owes me some time off anyway. C'mon Hope, let me do this for you. I want to help you out.".

Hope was quiet for several seconds, and then said "I wasn't expecting to do this so soon, but it sounds like you want a shot at the serious boyfriend position.".

"I do." Sam said confidently.

Hope gave him her parents address, thanked him profusely and said she would look forward to seeing him in the morning.

Sam fretted that night about what he had gotten himself into. He debated calling Chad about covering his shifts, but he knew he would have a lot of explaining to do, especially since Chad was still likely butt-hurt about Sam denying him the opportunity to hit on bikini models while they draped themselves over $100,000 worth of fitness equipment. Instead, he called Jenn. He explained the situation to her, and Jenn told him not too worry, that she would make sure everything got sorted. She sounded pleased that Sam would even undertake such a chore. He was, indeed, happy to ditch work and help Hope, but meeting her parents, let alone her son, seemed like a minefield of potentially relationship ending tripwires. Now that Sam had begun this profound personal evolution, he discovered that companionship was the element that had been missing from his sex life for so many years and the thought of screwing up with Hope at this critical point terrified him. His single minded competitive pursuit of getting Hope all the way into the sack had been forgotten days ago, after the ultimate blow job she had given him. Now his goal was to be the man Hope expected him to be.

He left early, before dawn and made it to Marin in six hours. When he got to Hope's parents, a modest three bedroom in Novato, Hope opened the door as soon as he knocked. She looked frazzled, but lovely, and she appeared to have been waiting, and crying. Apparently, her father had taken a turn for the worse about an hour ago, and she was desperate to get to the hospital. She made a hasty introduction between Sam and Jordan, telling the boy, who was lying in bed watching TV, that Sam was Mommy's friend and he would look out for him while she was checking on Grandpa at the hospital. Hope told Sam that Jordan had already taken his medicine and his fever was down to ninety nine, so as long as he stayed in bed and stuck to seven up, he should be fine. She kissed her son on the forehead and then hurried off to see her ailing father.

Sam stood there in Jordan's doorway, a few feet from the kid's bed as they both heard the click of the front door when the boy's mother left the house. They stared at each other. Jordan, a seven year old, had a mop of black, curly hair and mocha colored skin. Whoever Jordan's father was, he was evidently African-American. "What's up dude?" Sam said.

When Hope got to the hospital, her father was being prepped for bypass surgery. She waited with her mother, and prayed with her, more for her mother's comfort than for the sake any vestiges of religious sentiment that remained within her. Hope stayed at the hospital for five hours, until just before sunset, when the doctor came in and told her and her mother that the surgery had been successful and that her father was stable. The doctor said that he would likely be unconscious for many more hours, and in and out for hours after that. Hope's mother was determined to stay, but she insisted Hope go home and check on her grandson.

Hope got home a little after six. She barely got the door open, when she heard Sam scream, "Noooooo!" from the back of the house; Jordan's room. Hope left her keys in the door and dashed toward the scream. When she burst into her son's room, Sam was on his knees in the tiny room, in front of the TV, with both of his fists raised. He had an X-box controller in one of them.

Jordan was on the bed, out from under the covers, rolling with laughter. Hope looked at the TV, and saw the digitized score display of a football video game. The San Francisco Forty Niners, Jordan's favorite team, were leading the Atlanta Falcons thirty six to three and it was just over half way through the second quarter. Sam looked up at Hope, surprised to see her. "Hi Hope." he said, "I don't think your boy is sick, I think he's faking," Sam looked over at the kid in mock anger, "and I know he cheats at Madden.".

Jordan howled with laughter, and wailed, "I do not!".

Hope was relieved that things with Sam and Jordan were working out. She was so worried about her dad that she didn't spend much time thinking about her son, at home, sick, with a stranger. She had worried, too, about how this would affect her relationship with Sam. It was way too early in the game for this kind of thing, but, when he called and offered to help out, she was really up against it, so she reluctantly accepted. Seeing Jordan, who was often a somewhat subdued little boy, smiling and laughing made her feel tremendously relieved.

"I don't know, Sam," Hope said, tousling his hair as she walked past him to sit at her son's bedside, "maybe you're just not that good at sports.".

Sam was not one for spending much time thinking about a family of his own, that was always the subject of far off speculation, left for some future once the fun of casual promiscuity died. He was however, no stranger to dealing with kids. He had worked part time through most of college as a youth sports coach at the local "Y". Working with children hadn't felt like a calling or anything, but he enjoyed it more than most of the jobs that had been available to nineteen year old college boys at the time. When Hope left him alone with Jordan, he just treated the situation like the first day of a new kids' sports team. The sport they were going to play was X-box, and it turned out Jordan didn't need any coaching at that. He had inherited his mother's ability to kick Sam's ass, first at Halo then, when Sam said he was really more of a sports guy, at Madden 2011. At one point Sam had debated looking for a chessboard, but he was afraid what might happen to his self esteem, so he let it go.

Sam had some little idea how much stress Hope had endured that day, and sensed she may need a little alone time with her son. He got up and headed to the door, "I saw a Safeway on my way into town, have you eaten?" he said to Hope.

Hope was hugging Jordan, cradling his head in her arms and feeling his forehead with her palm. She looked up at Sam and smiled a tired, sweet smile, "No, I've been too busy, I forgot."

"I'll go pick up some stuff, should I get anything for Jordan?". Sam asked.

"Um, just a couple cans of chicken noodle if you don't mind." she said tiredly.

"OK, you just relax, I'll be back." Sam said.

"Wait, one second OK." Hope said. She left Jordan, who picked up his controller, and continued kicking the corpse of Sam's now unmanned virtual football team. Hope crossed the room and motioned Sam to step out into the hallway with her.

When they were outside the bedroom, she turned and pulled Sam to her breast, kissing him fiercely, her fingers entwined in his hair. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss, leaving Sam panting. She looked at him and saw the hunger in his eyes and said, "First of all, I'm not screwing you in my parents house, so don't even think about it."

"Crap." He whispered, grinning and snapping his fingers.

"But," Hope said, sliding her palms up his chest and resting them on his muscular shoulders, "you are a good man, Sam.". Her hands continued up around her neck and her fingers locked behind his head, as she lay the side of her face against his chest, "You're my man.".

Sam envisioned himself atop the winner's podium, holding the garland of roses and the oversized, gold plated cup. Flashbulbs popped everywhere and champagne flowed like water. He imagined himself bending over to receive the victor's kiss from a familiar, big, beautiful, chestnut haired model.

He had won. Never mind that he the race he began was to get laid, which he still hadn't properly managed. He was a winner, and felt every bit the part. The beautiful girl with no reason to date a lech like Sam had just called him "her man".

Sam hugged her tightly for a moment, but wanted her to be free to return to Jordan, so he smiled jokingly and said, "So if there's no screwing in your parent's house, how about a handy in the driveway?".

Hope snorted with laughter, and slugged Sam playfully on the arm. "Go to the store." she laughed. Sam kissed her on her hairline and departed. Due to Sam's dance disability (see chapter four) he never felt like dancing, as he walked down the walkway to the parked Camaro, his legs moved in an awkward, rhythmless jig-like shuffle.

Sam came back forty five minutes later with the fixings for french dip sandwiches, which he prepared while a grateful Hope put Jordan to bed for the night. They ate, speaking only a little. Hope had been through the emotional wringer and after dinner, Sam made her lay on the couch, with her head on his lap. He rubbed her temples and told her she could talk about her dad, or Jordan, or whatever she wanted and he would just listen, or she could say nothing at all, and just enjoy the massage. Hope looked at him suspiciously, "Alright mister, nobody changes that much in less than a month, what's your game?"

Sam laughed, stroking her hair, "You're so cynical Hope. I'm not up to anything. Of course, by the time we get back to the coast, if you were feeling the need for some big, expressive, show of gratitude for my gentlemanly behavior, I certainly wouldn't be opposed to it..."

"Oh ho, she said sleepily, "so that's it, is it? Very well, you scoundrel, I accept your terms." She giggled and closed her eyes. She talked about the surgery, and a little about her dad, but mostly she just drifted in and out of consciousness while Sam rubbed her head and scalp. After almost an hour, Sam got her up and took her to her parent's guest room after they checked on Jordan. She had never grown up in this house, her own childhood bedroom in San Jose was now occupied by a ten year old boy named Javier, if that mattered. Something about that felt a tiny bit sad to Sam, being a guest in your parents house. In Sam's parent's house in La Jolla, his room still looked, even after more than a decade, almost exactly like he left it when he departed for Cal Poly, minus the dirt y clothes and the addition of his mother's sewing supplies. The walls were still adorned with snapshots of a teen aged Sam in various ridiculous poses with other beautiful, smiling teenagers; the cool kids. Shelves were piled deep with trophies, ribbons, and medals, still dutifully dusted twice a month by his retentive mother.

Sam put Hope to bed, kissing her again on the forehead. She smiled at him and whispered "Good night Sam."

"Good night Hope." he said, turning off the bedside light, before going out to fall asleep himself, on the couch.

Sam awoke a little after dawn, when he heard a rattling sound in the kitchen. He cracked his eye open and saw someone moving around so he said "Good morning.".

A tiny woman in her fifties walked into the room. She wore a beige sweater and slacks, with short, gray speckled, chestnut hair. She looked exhausted, pallid with dark circles under her eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was trying not to wake you." She whispered, pointlessly, seeing as he was now awake.

"Oh, no worries," Sam said politely, "I just thought you might be Hope.".

"So you must be Sam?" the little woman smiled warmly, through her exhaustion.

"I must be." Sam agreed.

"It was wonderful of you to come up here like this, you're a real life saver." she said.

"Oh, don't think on it ma'am, I'm just happy Hope called me." Sam said. He was sincere, but when dealing with the girlfriend's mother flattery and modesty were a must, or so he had been told.

Hope's mother, Tammy, was trying to make some coffee, and having a great deal of trouble, because for some reason, she couldn't keep her hands steady. Sam insisted that she sit down and let him attend to it instead. She gratefully accepted and Sam took care of the mundane task. Later, they sat in the breakfast nook, sipping the strong, black beverage as they made small talk. She told Sam that Hope mentioned he owned a gym, and Sam told her a little about the place. He asked about her husband's condition, which was still stable but guarded. He had come to, briefly, around three am. She had come home around four and gotten just a couple hours of sleep. She was on her way back soon, when she accidentally woke Sam.

"So," she said, changing the subject, "you look like you're very fit, do you still play sports?"

"I race bicycles a few times a year ma'am." Sam replied modestly.

"Hope always did have a weakness for athletes." Tammy said wistfully.

Before Sam could press for details, he heard a high pitched, musical voice say "Mo-ther, please."

He turned around and Hope was standing there in a thick, burgundy, terrycloth robe and flannel pajamas. She looked so soft, Sam had to fight the desire to hug her. Sam was still too much of a guy to notice that she had already brushed her hair and teeth, but Tammy did and assumed that meant this boy hadn't yet had the opportunity to wake up next to her daughter. She thought, not unkindly, that this little adventure might end up changing that for the young man.

The three of them spent about a half an hour chatting. Sam was amused by Hope's constant attempts to block her mother's embarrassing stories or questions, and they all ended up laughing a little, which Hope and Tammy, at least, desperately needed. They heard Jordan rummaging around in his room and Hope went to go check on him while Tammy got ready to go to the hospital. When Hope came back, she had put on jeans and a T-shirt. She told Sam that Jordan was up and watching TV. She had given him some seven up and she said that if he kept it down, Sam could make him some soup around ten. As the two women left, the shoe was on the other foot for once, as Sam had to forgive Hope for being too embarrassed to kiss him goodbye in front of her mother.

Sam had a pretty good time playing with Jordan. It beat going to work at any rate. They played some more X-box, and, after eating his soup, Sam helped the kid build a fort with couch cushions and blankets. Jordan happily entertained himself in his fortress of blanketude for a couple of hours. Sam watched Sports Center and checked on him every twenty minutes or so.

Hope and Tammy got home around one in the afternoon, both seeming significantly relieved. Hope's father, Martin was awake, and cranky, which meant he was already getting back to his old self. They had left over french dips for lunch, and then Sam excused himself for a run, claiming he always liked to run in places that were new to him and he had never been to Novato. In truth, he just didn't want to intrude on their family time. It would be easy to say that sentiment was born from simple politeness, but Sam also couldn't help but feel a little awkward given the present circumstances; he was a familial third wheel.

By dinner time, Jordan's fever was gone and he was getting rambunctious. Hope thought he may even be able to return to school tomorrow, a notion the boy vigorously protested, coughing for dramatic effect. After Dinner, Tammy went back to the hospital, leaving Hope and Sam to snuggle on the couch while Jordan played video games in his room.

Hope told Sam again how grateful she was that he was there, and asked, if he wouldn't mind, to just stick around in the morning long enough for her to visit her lawyer, and then she should be able to keep an eye on Jordan while he finished his recovery. He agreed readily, telling Hope he could stay around as long as she needed. At this point, Hope felt the need to give Sam a heads up. With her father coming home to recover from bypass surgery, she may have to pull Jordan out of school and transfer him to San Luis Obispo, with her, earlier than she had planned. She told him that she was likely to have to get a new place, and that with her son at home, she would have less time to spend with Sam. Sam said he understood, and he did, but he hoped that maybe they could reach a point where he spent more time with both of them if that was what it took to be with Hope. Sam mentioned the high cost of rent in the college town, suggesting she may want to consider moving to a nearby smaller hamlet like Baywood Park. Hope said that her meeting with her lawyer tomorrow was to finalize a child support arrangement with Jordan's father and that she should then be able to cover an increase in rent, but that she would still need her job at the store and wasn't sure she could move out of SLO. Sam chose not to pry about her ex, instead telling her that he would keep his ears open at the gym if any good rentals were coming open.

The next morning, Jordan sat at the ktichen table with Tammy, Sam and his mother. His condition had improved to the point that Hope was certain she would send him back to school the next day. She even warned the kid that if he didn't stay in bed and take it easy, she would know he was well enough, and send him back that afternoon. Jordan looked equally horrified at his mother's neglectful attitude and the thought of returning to school.

Tammy left to go to the hospital, looking much better after a full night's sleep, and Hope prepared to go a few minutes later. With her mother already gone and Jordan back in his room, she gave Sam a lingering goodbye kiss and went to meet with her lawyer. Sam and Jordan watched what Sam assumed was some kind of drug fueled, hallucinatory, extasy cartoon from Japan. Apparently all the kids in Jordan's class loved it, but Sam couldn't pronounce the title to save his life. A few hours later, she returned, looking more at peace than she had since Sam had arrived in Novato. She explained that Jordan's father had agreed to a very reasonable child support package, most likely due to pressure from his own mother who still loved Hope and adored her only grandchild. This meant she could afford to give Jordan a decent home instead of sharing her studio apartment or living with her parents. Sam was relieved that she could have a little good news on this trip. Not wanting to seem clingy, Sam said that he would be heading back to the coast, if Hope had everything under control. Besides, he now knew he had some work to so.

Hope thanked him again, for the help. He told her again, that it was nothing, and that being able to do it for her meant a lot to him. Then Hope told him that she hadn't forgotten the debt she had incurred as a result of Sam's generosity, and with a wink, said she would be more than happy to pay up, upon her return to SLO. Sam said goodbye to Jordan, exchanging hi fives with the seven year old. "See you soon dude." Sam said. "Peace out." the kid said, making Sam laugh.

He drove back to San Luis Obispo, arriving not long after seven. He checked in with Jenn, who said that Chad was suspicious that something was up with Sam, and that she had to be honest with Mark about what was going on. Sam expected both things, especially that latter, if you told something to one of them, you had to know you were telling both of them. He said he would deal with the fallout tomorrow and clicked off. He had some internet research to do; he was looking for a needle in a haystack.





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