Young Sam was new to dating. He'd just entered college, an hour by train from his small town life. His eyes were open for the first time. His schooling years were spent at an all boys private school, girls were as much of a mystery to him as astrophysics. The first day on campus they were everywhere, skinny jeans, hot pants, tank tops, dresses. His eyes strained to open any wider, and his mouth absent-mindedly hung open as he gawked at them.
"Oh, for fuck's sake!"
The yell had brought him back to reality. A gorgeous girl in a short skirt and a business shirt had broken a heel, spilling books and papers everywhere. Always the kind-hearted soul, Sam went to assist her.
"Can I help you with that?" he said in a timid voice.
"Piss off, creep!" the girl snapped back. Sam's face dropped, puzzled, as he stepped backwards.
"Sorry, I'll go."
The young woman looked him in the eye and softened. She forced a weak smile.
"No, I'm sorry. I'm just used to assholes hitting on me all the god-damn time." she blew a rogue hair dangling from her tightly bound ponytail, glaring at it when it returned. Sam decided then that he really likes redheads.
"I'm Marnie. Who are you?"
"Sam."
"Well Sam," she said, a grin creeping across her face, "Are you going to help me pick this shit up or what?"
Sam's smile matched hers as he nodded, and collected her things.
"Thanks Sam. You're a special guy. What are you doing this evening?"
Sam was taken aback. The mere thought of an unscheduled clandestine meeting with a member of the opposite sex was completely unknown to him.
"Uh, n-nothing," a stammer forming, the situation having just become a lot more complicated.
"Well S-Sam," She playfully responded, "You can buy me a drink down at the O'Reilly pub down the road. I'll see you at seven. Ciao!"
"B-bye"
Sam watched, smiling, as Marnie awkwardly walked down the footpath.
"Fuck it!" he heard her yell as her other heel broke.
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"No mum, I'll be late tonight, I've, uh, made some friends and we're going to grab a drink. I'll probably be home at ten."
Sam scanned the bar for a sign of Marnie, but she wasn't there yet. He checked his watch, twelve to seven. Was he being too keen? Probably.
"Yeah, alright mum, I'll see you later."
"Sam!"
"Jesus!"
"Close. Nice to see I can make you jump."
Marnie had changed clothes. She'd traded in her skirt for a nice pair of jeans, and her broken heels for some sensible flats. Her t-shirt had a distressed print of the old Batman logo, and her beautiful red hair flowed freely down her shoulders.
"Wow," Sam said, flabbergasted, "You look so different."
"Good different?"
"Very good different."
Marnie's green eyes flashed as she received the compliment. She beamed with pride.
"I'm sorry about how I acted today. I find it easier to be an abrasive bitch to get through the day. That's why I actually wanted to buy you a drink. Nice guys are rare, and I'd like to get to know you."
Her freckled face blushed slight, not that Sam noticed, as he gazed deeply into her eyes. The stammer returned.
"S-sure."
"Oh, silly, I'm not going to bite. Not unless you ask me to."
Sam felt a stirring in his trousers. Quickly misdirecting, he motioned to a seat at the bar.
"Two beers please."
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The evening rushed by. Sam and Marnie shared everything, favourite haunts, awful jokes, mods for Minecraft. They laughed, they cheered, and while the other wasn't looking they admired each other. Last call came, and they stumbled out, more than tipsy, laughing at each other's unco-ordination. Sam called Marnie a cab, which shortly after pulled up beside them. Marnie opened the door and turned back, trying to focus on which was the real Sam. Grabbing his collar, she went for it, pulling him closer to her, her waiting lips latching onto his in a long kiss. Unconsciously, Sam's hands travelled to her waist, pulling her in.
The car horn beeped, shattering the moment. Marnie smiled a weak but happy smile, and went to get in the car.
"That's just mean! You leave me with that?"
Marnie wheeled around, a devilish grin on her face. She reached forward, grabbing Sam's erect cock through his jeans and stroking it.
"How about now? Am I evil or what?'
"The devil."
"Indeed."
She clambered into the car, sitting on the far seat.
"Are you getting in or what?"
Sam looked puzzled through clouded eyes.
"Do I have to grab you again?"
His eyes widened.
"OH!"
"Yeah 'oh'. Get in.
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The cab ride to Marnie's house was a blur. The charge seemed more expensive than it should have been to Sam, but he was distracted by other things. The alcohol's buzz was wearing off, and they were seeing each other clearly. Marnie took Sam's hand and led him up the stairs to the porch. With the door unlocked and open, a pleasant aroma of jasmine wafted out. Sam felt relaxed as he crossed the threshold. Marnie closed the door behind him quietly as he surveyed the big, and yet lonely house.
"Sam," a whisper from behind him. He turned to her, and she slowly walked towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands on her waist, they came together, their bodies warming each other through their clothing. Gently they held each other, kissing lightly, swaying gently. His hands explored her back, dipping underneath the shirt to gently caress her skin. The kiss quietly ended, their lips hovering millimetres apart. Marnie exhaled, sighing. She opened her eyes, looking intensely into Sam's.
"I want to know you."
She led him up the stairs, his hand in hers. When they reached her bedroom she beckoned him to sit on the bed, and stood awkwardly in front of him. Staring intensely into each other's eyes, she slowly pulled her shirt over her head, revealing a black lacy bra supporting two creamy white breasts. Sam refused to sit down. Calmly, without breaking her gaze, he stood up, placing his hands on her hips. She liked that, his hands were warm. He leaned in to kiss her, lifting a hand to stroke her hair. As he did, her hands slipped behind her, uncoupling her bra, and she gave it enough space to fall to the floor.
Sam pulled her closer, his motions becoming slightly faster, more needy. Their kiss become more passionate, their tongues meeting and fighting between them. She could feel him become hard, and she began to grind her pussy against him through the ever tightening fabric. His breathing becoming rapid, Sam pulled away, frantically removing his shirt, taking in the sight of Marnie's body as she lowered her jeans. Her black panties showed no hint of hair beneath them, and moisture was coming through. As she watched him slowly unbutton his trousers, she moved to lay on the bed, its cool softness comforting her increasing nervousness. Sam, now in his underwear, lay down next to each other. He sensed her apprehension.