The summer semester was moving towards finals week and at the end of it, Sami would be 'officially a sophomore in college, and yes, she felt an immense amount of pride for that personal achievement.
Sami traveled back home to Jackson for the July fourth weekend, catching a ride and sharing the gas costs with another coed from Jackson, Melissa. Sami loved the Student Newspaper for its humor and sarcastic digs it took at the 'Establishment', as well as the student ads.
She had seen the ad, looking for someone to share gas costs to Jackson for that glorious American holiday and contacted Melissa, securing a ride home.
"Sami?" Melissa questioned when approaching the table at the square's coffee kiosk.
"Hi, you're Melissa?" Sami replied.
"Yes, glad to meet you," Melissa said as she accepted Sami's invite to sit down.
Melissa Green was a rather diminutive young woman, probably no more than 5'3" on tip-toes, Sami thought. She was slight in build, with a short hairstyle, her red hair framing her face nicely.
She was a senior, majoring in upper elementary education and lived near Oxford, Mississippi, the home of Ol' Miss, the state's pride and joy when it came to higher education.
They had coffee together while discussing the trip home for the holiday weekend. Arrangements were made for Melissa to pick Sami up right after classes, next week, and sealing the deal with a handshake, they each went on with their respective plans for that day.
Slinging her camera over her shoulder, Sami went in search of photo opportunities.
Since she had received Bev's camera as a birthday gift, Sami had been a shooting fool around the campus. She was particularly fond of shooting the old and majestic Live Oak trees that were all over the campus.
Sami loved the massive, gnarled limbs, as they snaked from the trunk of these gorgeous trees, bending and dipping towards the ground before rising again to reach for the sky. At one time in New Orleans, most of these oaks were festooned with beautiful Spanish Moss dripping from its limbs, but for myriad reasons throughout the south, the Spanish Moss was a disappearing phenomenon.
Walking the campus with her camera, Sami felt a sense of serenity for whatever reason. She would get into a 'zone', her eyes searching for the perfect shot, the perfect angle, for her lenses to capture and freeze in time.
As an Art major, she had access to the Art department's darkroom facilities, the charge to students to use them, being very reasonable. For this reason, but not entirely, Sami shot Black & White film, easier and cheaper to develop than color film. Sami also liked the drama that she could create with B&W film, using shadow and detail to accentuate the shot. She also liked the graininess of the high-contrast film that she favored.
All in all, Sami thought, as she approached the fall semester, a few weeks off yet, she thought her first year of college to be a monumental success.
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For Bonnie Sue, it was a summer of discovery.
Since that first kiss with Sami, Bonnie's world was a hodge-podge of emotions to say the least.
She and Roy had gone of a few dates since breaking their engagement which, by the way, was still a point of contention between them and their families. Their parents, totally clueless, still pushed hard at them to 'get back together'; Bonnie Sue and Roy both knew, in their hearts, that wasn't going to happen.
Within the first week of that magic night with Sami, Bonnie initiated sex with Roy on their date; Roy thought it was because that Bonnie still thought him sexually virile, but for Bonnie, it was nothing more than a check of her own libido to gauge the pleasure she had enjoyed with Sami.
Roy didn't know that, of course, nor would Bonnie say so. Of course, Roy got his rocks off, but for Bonnie, it was more of the same, her own climax having to wait until she was alone in her bed at the dorm, her hands providing the relief that her body needed.
Before making out with Sami, Bonnie often masturbated after a date with Roy, after they had sex, and fantasized about fucking and sucking other cocks in order for her to get off. Since that night with Sami, her fantasies when masturbating were of the scent and softness of Sami's lips and kisses, and the feelings that Sami's hands provided. When Bonnie masturbated after watching lesbian porn on her laptop, her mind-movie was of her and Sami orally pleasuring each other.
That hadn't happened yet, of course, but Bonnie desperately wanted it to, she knew that with certainty, and whenever she could garner to courage to take that next step with Sami, she knew she would.
She was getting closer to 'crossing the line' when she and Sami had their make-out sessions, but she wasn't there yet, not quite yet, but soon, she was sure.
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The trip home for the holiday weekend turned out to be fortuitous for Sami, in a couple of ways.
Conversation with Melissa on the drive was relaxed, and free-flowing; they both liked Delta Blues music, the earthiness of the genre reaching deep within their souls; they were both 'runners', running every day and decided that upon return to campus, that they would coordinate timing to be able to run together whenever possible. When T was on campus, she ran with Sami but only once or twice a week. With Melissa a daily runner, like Sami, she would now have company on her runs and Sami liked running with a partner.
But, the crowning jewel of their discoveries of each other was the fact that Melissa was trying to sell her used, Honda 250cc motor scooter. Melissa loved the scooter but at 5'3'' and barely a hundred pounds, balancing and riding at slow speeds was a challenge, to say the least, for Melissa. Because of that, the scooter stayed parked and was used once a week to keep the batteries and fluids viable.
Simply said, she no longer had use for her 'scoot', as she called it.
Sami had been driving tractors and farm equipment from the time she was ten years old, which included an ATV for going out into the fields to bring feed and such. With her 5'10" height, Sami's ability to balance would be of little consequence.
They struck a deal on the drive back to campus and for the relatively cheap price of fifteen hundred bucks; Sami now possessed wheels, which in turn, gave her even more freedom to get about the City for photo shoots, and photography opportunities.
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Hearing her cell's ring-tone, Bonnie answered it, a bit resentful of being interrupted in the middle of her masturbation.
"Bonnie, get your fine ass downstairs, I've got something to show you," Bonnie heard Sami say when she answered the cell.
"Give me five minutes to get dressed and I'll be right down," Bonnie lied. She was already dressed, though her shorts and panties were around her knees as she lay on her bed. Hanging up, Bonnie finished her masturbation, fueled now by fresh visions brought on by Sami's voice.
That's why she wanted the five minutes, to get off, which she did within two minutes of the call.
"Sweet!" Bonnie exclaimed when she viewed Sami sitting on her new wheels, well, new to Sami at any rate, "where'd you get that?"
Sami gave Bonnie a shortened version of how she came to be the owner, third hand, of the 'scoot'. With a 250cc engine, she'd be able to keep up with traffic easily, and the size of the Honda, with the rear seat, would easily accommodate two people. There was even a storage bin behind the passenger seat for storage. Melissa had included two helmets with the deal and tossing one to Bonnie, which she almost dropped, Sami told Bonnie to strap on the helmet and they'd take a ride.
It was a fucking blast, to say the least.
They stayed close to campus, venturing through Audubon Park, which was nearby, enjoying the wind in their faces, and drove around the area of the City known, locally, as the 'Garden District'; old multi-storied mini-mansions on large grounds, most over a hundred years old. Huge, old trees dotted the Garden District, which was the home for the 'old money' of the City.
"Damn, that was fun," Bonnie exclaimed when Sami returned them to their dorm; locking the wheels of the scooter with the thick, heavy chain, they ran upstairs to their room, both still exhilarated from the hour-long tour.
"Yeah, it was," Sami exclaimed, her adrenalin still pumping from the ride, "and now, room 204 has wheels," she proudly proclaimed.
"Good for you," Bonnie said.
"No, good for us; we now have wheels to get around on when we need to go somewhere, and we don't have to rely on buses and street cars for transportation."
Bonnie smiled when she heard Sami use the term 'us'; it pleased her for some unknown reason.
Their chit-chatting was interrupted by Sami's cell going off.
"Sami, its Marcia, have you a minute or two?"
"Sure, how are you?"
"Oh, just as horny as ever but I don't need to tell you that, now, do I?" Marcia replied bluntly, and with a bit of a laugh.
"No, no, Marcia, you certainly don't," Sami joked back with her.
"Well, the reason for the call is to ask you if you were free any night this week, so that we can start the new project."
The second project piece, the one of Sami in a short kimono, had been finished the week before the July fourth weekend, and over that weekend when Marcia displayed it on the Square, it had sold.
For Marcia, not only was Sami a delicious young piece of twat, she was also damned near a guaranteed sale.
Checking her schedule, Sami said that the only night free this week was tomorrow night, Tuesday; she was working at the Grille the rest of the week, and into the weekend.
"Well, then, is it a date?" Marcia asked.
