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"Samantha, I can see Miss Collins driving down the road, you'd better get on down here."
Sami gritted her teeth at being called Samantha; why can't her mother get it through her head?
"Okay, momma, I'll be down in just a sec, okay?"
Miss Collins, Sami's high school art teacher, was giving Sami a lift to a new life; the life of a college freshman at one of the better known Universities in New Orleans, a couple of hundred miles and a lifetime away from her family's farm outside of Jackson, Mississippi.
God knows it wasn't because her parents were sending her to college, but she didn't begrudge them that; with her mom's illness and farming being the way it is, there wasn't that kind of money available. Knowing that their life wasn't going to be her life, Sami studied her ass off in high school, and played her ass off in volleyball, and earned a meager aid-grant from the Volleyball Squad and a full-ride academic scholarship.
Still, any spending money at all, she'd have to earn but she was prepared to do that. Hell, she'd done it since she was fifteen by doing model shoots for department stores, and a couple of public relations firms in Jackson.
Worse case scenario would be that she'd have to get a part-time waitressing job for spending money; not a problem having been there and done that her last two years of school, along with the modeling.
She didn't care what she had to do not to wind up as her parents, living from hand to mouth; she was going to college and leaving Jackson behind her.
Sami had just turned eighteen a couple of months ago but had been her 5'10" height since she was sixteen. Her height, her good looks, and her slim build made her a natural at modeling. No, she'd never be a runway walker for the big 'houses' but she made enough to make it worth her while, and for now, that was enough for her.
"Thanks, again, for getting me to school, Bev," Sami said as they drove from her home, Bev's car loaded with Sami's crap.
Sami called Miss Collins, Bev, when there was no one else around; never in front of other students, never in front of other adults, only when they were alone, as they were now.
"I'm happy to do it, Sami; I need to be in the City for the conference anyway, and it gives us a bit of 'alone' time," Beverly Collins said, glancing sideways to Sami, a rush of heat finding its way to Bev's crotch when she did so.
Reaching the end of the dirt road where it 'Teed' to the highway that would lead them to I-55, Bev and Sami leaned towards each other and kissed a sensuous, lingering kiss.
They'd decided to go to New Orleans a day ahead of Bev's conference and a day before Sami could check into the freshman dorm. Their cover story was an overnight stay with a long-time friend of Bev's and to check out the art department of LSU, in Baton Rouge.
The true reason, of course, was so that they could have a night of love for themselves, a night of unhurried love-making, one last time.
Sami and Bev had been lovers for her entire high school career; not Sami's only lover, but then, Bev didn't know that, nor did Sami think it important for her to know that.
Not that Sami had 'that' many lovers, not in the whole scheme of things. Besides Miss Collins, there had been a few, secretive liaisons with a couple of team-mates from her volleyball squad, and of course, dear, sweet cousin Charlene, who had introduced Sami to the sweetness of making love with another girl.
Charlene was three years older than Sami and from the time that Sami could walk, she followed Charlene around like a little puppy. As they grew older together, they were 'joined at the hip' it seemed, hardly ever seeing one without the other. Charlene's mom and Sami's dad were siblings, and lived 'down the road' a short way from Sami's place.
They spent countless overnights with each other from the time that they were in elementary school together. They always had fun, playing together as youngsters, but when Sami began to bud into the tall, willowy beauty that she would become, their relationship changed in not-so-subtle ways.
The secretive late-night gossip sessions, after the adults were in bed, evolved into kissing games, which evolved into touching games, which evolved into...Well, you get the idea.
Charlene taught Sami many things about making love with another girl, things that both thrilled and scared Sami. Sami would, from time to time, wonder if she was an anomaly, if she and Charlene were 'warped' in some way, defective in some way. That changed for Sami when she entered Miss Collins' art class the very first time, her heart fluttering at the sight of Bev.