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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 27, 2013    Reads: 471    Comments: 6    Likes: 4   


B.B.W. Chapter Eight: Old Habits Die Hard

Hope woke up the next morning while Sam continued to sleep. As she lay in bed, she kept her eyes closed, and tried to take an inventory of her life after her tumultuous week. Temporarily, at least, she was able to think of her father as "handled". His recovery would be long, and uncomfortable, and more to the point, his bypass had raised the specter of mortality in her family. At 24, Hope had thought maybe she had a few more years before she had to start worrying about her parents. Even if her father's condition improved, it really wouldn't do to have a rambunctious seven year old boy tearing around the house while he convalesced.

She debated moving back to Novato. She couldn't stay with her parents, that would still leave Jordan housed alongside her ailing dad, but if she got an apartment nearby, at least she could be handy, in case her mom needed her. She didn't really want to leave San Luis Obispo though. She had made some friends, she enjoyed her classes, and then, there was the big lump snoring beside her. If she was being honest, Sam, more than anything else, explained her resistance to moving back home. Leaving now, after all the effort she had put in would have been like restoring a vintage car and walking away, leaving it to the next driver that came along. Besides, she hoped he had made a serious declaration the night before, because she thought she may actually have loved the guy. Sure, she said she did, but what to do you when a boy looks at you with the sad, puppy dog eyes.

In truth, that kind of love was more gossamer than concrete in Hope's understanding. Her relationship with Orlandus had been high school love; powerful and capricious, and it had ended, badly, even before Jordan had been born. For the first few years after that, Hope did a lot of hard growing up. She tried dating, she was still just a kid and wanted some kind of life beyond raising her son, but most boys required a lot of care, maintenance and feeding. If you couldn't keep up with that stuff, they wandered off, and Hope had bigger obligations.

Hope may have been a big girl, but Sam hadn't imagined her prettiness, she had after all, dated the best football player on the high school team. There were opportunities to date, she was approached fairly often, although admittedly, not so often by guys that looked like Sam, but then, there just weren't a lot of guys that looked like Sam. Nevertheless, she had given up on serious relationships until Jordan was old enough for school, and Hope could find at least an hour or two a day for herself. Every once in a blue moon, she would enjoy a one nighter if she found a suitable candidate, but that was about it. She had started dating one of her co-workers at her old job in Novato, but he had been a dog, and untrainable at that. She broke it off after only a couple of months. When she was let go in a round of lay offs at the winery where she had worked, she decided it was time to make a new start somewhere fresh.

She may have been toying with Sam a little at first, but his eagerness had started to win her over. His timely intervention in Novato had made her more attracted to him, but more wary that he may have been trying to use her misfortune to his advantage, and wriggle deeper into her affections. But then, his heroics last night had really shown Hope just how far Sam had come. When the robber had pointed the gun at Hope, Sam hadn't reacted out of bravado, resisting the urge most men would have had to make a testosterone fueled grab for the gun, and probably getting himself or her shot in the process. Instead he sought only to protect her, insisting the gunman keep his weapon trained on Sam. Forget that he was a gorgeous guy with a job, nothing to sneeze at by itself, he was a bona fide hero. If his behavior last night, after they had finally made love, was any indication, he was willing to be her hero.

"What to do, what to do?" She thought idly as she stroked Sam's shoulder ever so lightly. He stirred against her.

"Mmmorning," he mumbled, as he rolled over, draping one arm over Hope's shoulder's and giving her a very sleepy hug.

"Good morning." Hope replied, returning the hug, "You snore.".

"Well, sure," Sam said, now that I've had my way with you, I can expose my terrible secret.". He made an exaggerated snoring sound and snuffled his nose into her neck, making her laugh.

"Argh, damn, I always fall for that!" Hope smiled, kissing Sam on the end of his nose. Suddenly, Hope's eyes opened wide and her beautiful smile shone like a lighthouse. "I have the day off today!" She exclaimed.

"What are you going to do with your unexpected free time?" Sam asked, twisting a lock of her hair gently with his fingers.

"Well, I don't know, I was thinking I'd spend the day with my boyfriend." she said slyly.

"Oh, I like that idea." Sam agreed.

"OK, well, you'd better get out of here then, so I can call him." Hope said, pushing Sam gently towards the edge of the bed.

They started horsing around, tickling each other and occasionally kissing briefly, but soon, they were kissing each other wetly and only occasionally remembering to tickle. Sam had Hope pinned down and was kissing her neck, half playfully, half passionately, but Hope felt the head of his turgid cock grazing against her pussy. Still giggling, Hope reached down and guided him into her. Sam groaned long and low as he oh-so-slowly slipped all the way inside her. His arms gave way and he lay on Hope's chest. She wrapped her arms around him and whispered, "I love you Sam.". She meant it and she wanted to say it first today, since she had botched it a little bit last night.

"I love you too" he responded, his words almost muffled by Hopes hair as he nuzzled into her neck and shoulder. He began to stroke into her slowly. It wasn't the blistering pace from the previous night, he was slower and more controlled, keeping a rhythm that increased gradually, in tempo, but never reached the level of frenzied pounding that the couple had enjoyed their first time.

Sam screwed Hope like a machine, his pace never faltering, and the level of her pleasure rose to match the cadence of his thrusts. Finally, she had a deep, belly crushing orgasm that forced her legs to shoot out straight and her toes stretch to their limit. As the climax took hold of Hope's body and her muscles began to contract, the feeling drove Sam over the edge. He finished simultaneously, unleashing a deluge of hot cum inside her.

Sam lay on top of Hope, completely boneless now. He lay there for several minutes in silence while she stroked his hair. Finally, he looked up at her and said "Right! Breakfast!".

Hope laughed and then sighed, "You're such a boy."

They went to The Good Time Creole Cafe, Hope had never been, but Sam knew the owner/chef, from where else, but the gym. The food was amazing, Hope was the adventurous sort, so she ordered the alligator etouffee. With some cajoling, she got Sam to try a bite. It wasn't terrible, it tasted like catfish, but with a chewier texture.

After lunch, Hope asked if Sam wanted her to drive him to the Police Station to get his car back. He said that getting his car back would almost certainly involve going down to the impound lot, and take hours. Sam didn't want Hope to waste her day off with that stuff, so instead, he asked her to drive down California street, to check out a rental property she might like for Jordan. She asked him what was up with the place, and he said that it was a two bedroom, one and three quarter bath house. It had a fireplace and a fenced back yard, and yes, the landlord would let Sophie stay, if they paid a pet deposit. The price was within her range as well.

When they arrived at the address Sam specified, Hope saw a large, grayish blue home, with several rows of windows. It was set high up off the road, above and behind a retaining wall made from rounded river stones, set in mortar. Hope was more surprised when Sam said he had picked up the key from the relator the day before. What was so special about this place? It looked too big for her to afford anyway.

Sam unlocked the door and ushered Hope inside. It was a cute place, the living room was kind of small, but had lots of great, natural light. There was one large bedroom and one smaller one, and a long galley kitchen that had been recently remodeled with granite counter tops and new cabinetry. As they walked to the back door to see the yard, Hope said, "It's weird, the place looks a lot bigger from the outside.".

"That is because it's a duplex." Sam said.

"Oh," Hope's face curled up in distaste, "Well then a lot depends on what the neighbor is like?".

"Well," Sam said, "what if he is handsome, charming and great in the sack?"

"I'd say 'No thanks', I've got one of those already." Hope smiled, until she saw the exasperated look on Sam's face, and she understood what he was driving at. "Wait a minute, Sam, what are you saying?".

"The other half is empty too, it's just like this place but it opens around the corner on Phillips. It wouldn't be moving in together, it would just be, you know, neighbors. Don't worry, the lease is month to month, if you, ya' know, change your mind later.".

Hope was smiling reflexively, but inside, she was deep in thought. She expected the decision would have been harder. They called the landlord that afternoon, as soon as Sam got the money he was going to use for his half of the security deposit, back from the police station.

They spent the next week getting moved. Sam enjoyed the stability of being with Hope, making plans with her, reaching compromises, all the little partings and reunions that seem significant in the early days of a relationship. Hope enjoyed the companionship, even though Sam had earned her love, he had gotten into the habit of trying so hard, that he remained funny and attentive. She also would have been lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed the look on that skinny bitch, Mia's face when Hope and Sam arrived in a U-haul to move his stuff into his half of the duplex. In it's infancy, most relationships seem magical and this one was certainly no exception. Both parties knew their respective histories, and knew just as well that nothing is for certain, but they were content for now, and, really, that's all anyone can ask for.

The next weekend, they made their official debut as a couple at Mark and Jenn's wedding. It was held at a the State Park in Morro Bay, with a breathtaking view of the ocean and surrounding estuary. Jenn was effusive in her praise for the effect Hope had on Sam's personality, prompting an him to ask what the problem with his personality was before, to which Jenn simply responded that he has kind of an ass.

As if on cue, Chad appeared. He was nervous, his eyes scanning his friends as he was introduced to Hope.

"Hope, this is Chad, he's the other owner of the gym, and our friend since the dorms. Chad, this is Hope, my girlfriend." Sam said.

"Nice to meet ya'" Chad said casually, maybe even coolly.

Hope, who was almost two inches taller than Chad, looked down at him and said, "Wow, you're just a little fucker aren't you?".

Sam, Mark and Jenn all burst out laughing. It took a second for Chad to realize the olive branch Hope was offering. It said, "I know you're the kind of guy that wants to give me shit, that's OK, I can give it right back.". He grinned, and said "Wow, attack of the fifty foot girlfriend!", prompting a laugh from Hope.

During the reception, the boys had drifted off to the bar for refills, leaving Hope with Jenn and her bridesmaids. They were all demanding to know how she had managed to civilize Sam so completely. Hope felt the need to tread carefully, she had the distinct impression that at least one of the bridesmaids had had one of her own, fleeting, experiences with Sam. She said, "Boys aren't that hard to figure out. They're like puppies; they're cute and they're fun but if you don't train them carefully when they're still new, once they get a little older, they'll walk all over you. Sometimes you have to be firm and even withhold affection when they're bad, but if you do a conscientious job, you'd be surprised how loyal they can be.". The women just about died laughing, falling all over themselves in agreement.

Later, after the first dance, Sam was chatting with one of Jenn's multitude of brothers when Hope walked up to him and asked, "Do you want to dance sweetie?"

Sam froze. The curse of any and all wedding dates; the dreaded obligatory dance. A bubble of panic swelled in Sam's stomach as he prayed for a spontaneous nosebleed, or a stroke, or a bus to come crashing though the wall. Hope looked expectantly at him as he stammered, desperate for an excuse, diversion, or escape. Hope started laughing and gave a "thumbs up" over her shoulder. Chad came trotting up, holding his gut from laughter, he held up his hand and Hope gave him five.

"I told you, he looked like he was going to have kittens, didn't I tell you?" He brayed like a jackass.

"Thanks dickhead." Sam said dryly to Chad.

Chad danced off waving his middle fingers at Sam, undoubtedly looking for a bridesmaid awash in champagne and the romantic fervor weddings always seem to generate. Hope sat down next to Sam, still laughing, and took his hand. "Sorry sweetie, I was just making friends." she said warmly.

"That's OK," Sam said jokingly, "I just wish it had taken a little longer to discover my one weakness.".

"Oh I already knew," Hope replied, "Chad warned me. So did Jenn. And Mark. And Mark's mom, and Jenn's brothers and all of the bridesmaids, and the minister..."she continued, laughing.

Sam was laughing too. "I need new friends." he said.

After the wedding, they went home, awash in their own romantic fervor. After making love, they went to sleep early, Hope had to get up early the next morning to get Jordan registered for school. They fell asleep in each other's arms, both thinking about how finding something that neither of them were looking for was the key to finding everything they were both looking for.

And that, Ladies and Gentleman, is the story of How Sam Grew Up, Became a Better Person, Found True Love, and Still Didn't Have to Stop Screwing His Neighbor.

THE END





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