Halloween was a couple of weeks off yet, and the fall semester was going well for both Bonnie and Sami; oh, they had tons of homework that kept them super busy, make no mistake, but they also found the time to scoot around the City, the two of them a common sight in the Garden district on Sami's motor scooter.
Sami started shooting a lot in the French Quarters, whenever she could steal an hour or two from her day to do so. Bonnie went with her often, at first just because she had nothing else going on, but recently it had been because Sami would use her in some of her shots.
The camera lens liked Bonnie, Sami saw after the first couple of times she had shot her, and Sami thought it a good idea to explore that a bit more.
"How 'bout tilting your head just a smidge downward, yeah, like that; now, lower your eyelids just a tad, okay....hold that, baby, just...like...that," Sami said, squeezing off two quick shots.
Sami had placed Bonnie sitting on a stone bench in Jackson Square, a huge Magnolia bush as a background.
"That was great, Bonnie, I'll make a model of you yet," joked Sami while packing her camera away in her gadget bag.
"You'll make a silk purse out a sow's ear, first," Bonnie joked back with her.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sami replied, "you'll see Bonnie-girl, you'll see; now, ready to head back to campus?"
"Do we have time for coffee and beignets?" Bonnie asked hopefully.
"Always time for that, girlfriend," the idea hitting Sami's hot-button.
They chose to sit outside, on the patio of Café Du Monde, a well-known and popular coffee shop in the French Quarters. Though it was fall, it was Louisiana and people were still in shorts and tees, like Sami and Bonnie wore today.
Their order of beignets and café au lait arrived, and the delicious aroma assaulted their senses; to say the girls attacked the plate of light, fluffy pastries covered with powdered sugar would be an understatement.
They laughed at each other's faces, covered with the powdery sugar, which had also gotten on their hands, as well as their tees. They brushed off what they could and decided to let the wind take care of the rest on the scooter ride back to campus.
"Hang on Bonnie-baby, you'll get run over if you fall of the back," joked Sami, and purposefully popping the clutch for a quick start, Sami laughed when Bonnie yelped and grabbed onto Sami's waist to prevent her from falling off as they rocketed down the narrow, French Quarter street.
Bonnie loved these romps with Sami, she loved the wind slipping by them as they rode through the city on Sami's scooter; of course, for Bonnie, any time spent with Sami, just the two of them, she loved, if she were to be truthful.
Moving her hands from Sami's waist, she brought them around to place them on the insides of Sami's thighs, her thumbs brushing against Sami's crotch. Squeezing the inside of Sami's thighs and laying her head against Sami's back, she relived that night at the end of the summer, when she and Sami made love that first time, really made love....
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"Sami! Girl, I was starting to worry about you," Bonnie said when Sami returned to their dorm room after the night with the M&M girls.
"Like I told you last night, Bonnie," Sami lied, "the shrimp didn't really agree with me and it was best that I stayed at Marcia's until my upset stomach quieted down."
"Well, I hope she took good care of you," Bonnie said, truly concerned about Sami.
"Yep, don't worry about that; Marcia took very good care of me," Sami answered truthfully.
Two days later, she and Sami were getting dressed so that they could grab a bite and see a movie. It was Friday, and they had decided to eat a late lunch/early dinner and catch the 6 o'clock showing of a movie they both wanted to see.
The scooted over to Mother's for Po-Boys on Sami's Honda, and finished with food, headed for the theater.
"Upstairs in the balcony section or downstairs with the masses," Sami asked when they walked up to the ticket window.
"Upstairs," Bonnie chose, "it's cheaper."
They decided to forego the popcorn and just get a coke instead. Finding their way to the balcony, they had it damned near to themselves, since only three other people were up there.
Following Bonnie's head-nod, Sami mounted the steps until they were at the back row, under the projection booth, and chose seats in the middle of the row. The other three patrons were sitting several rows below them, near the first row which overlooked the downstairs of the theater.
They settled into their seats and made soft chit-chat about nothing important until the movie started. For whatever reason and Bonnie really doesn't know why, she took Sami's arm and put it around her, and leaned against Sami's shoulder to watch the movie.
Sami was a bit surprised, but pleased, when Bonnie did that and squeezing Bonnie's arm with her hand, she leaned her head against Bonnie's to watch the movie as well.
They stayed like that, heads against each other's for about a half-hour of the movie when Bonnie surprised herself, as well as Sami.
Giving in to the impulse that showed up out of nowhere, Bonnie reached across with her hand and started fondling and feeling Sami's breasts; no kissing or anything, just stroking her hand slowly and softly across her breasts, feeling her up.
Sami enjoyed Bonnie's caresses to her tits, loved the fact that Bonnie made that move on her own; slipping her hand under Bonnie's arm, Sami began fondling Bonnie's breasts as well, loving the fullness of her tits.
Neither said a word, there was no need to. They were both lost in the moment, both letting the sensuousness of the moment take them where it will. Moving her hand and head in concert, Bonnie lifted a corner of Sami's tee, exposing her breast and lowering her head, she began to slowly suck and lick Sami's nipple.
Sami leaned against the back of her seat and scooted herself a bit forward in her seat, closing her eyes to enjoy Bonnie's suckling. Moving her hand down as she relished the feel of her tongue's touches to Sami's nipple, Bonnie cupped Sami's crotch with her hand, over her shorts, and slowly began to rub and squeeze.
Sami didn't last long under this welcomed-unexpected-but welcomed, sexual assault by Bonnie. She somehow managed to keep her moans silent as she quickly approached orgasm, and when she came, Bonnie squeezed Sami's pussy tightly, as if to contain the bursting climax.
Sami was breathing hard, trying to get her breathing under control when, with a final suck of her nipple, Bonnie lifted her head and pulled Sami's tee back down, covering up Sami-girl's, now- wet, breast and nipple
Bonnie put her lips to Sami's ear, nibbled a bit on the lobe, then whispering, she asked, "Let's go home, Sami, please?"
Sami's answer was to kiss Bonnie's full and luscious lips softly, tenderly, lovingly.
The ride back to the dorm seemed as if it were in slow motion, like each second took a minute. Both were quiet as Sami maneuvered them through the nighttime traffic on St. Charles Avenue; reaching the campus and finally their dorm, Bonnie stood, eyeing Sami as she went about the business of securing and locking her scooter to a cycle rack.
Once in their room, without either saying a word to the other about it, they grabbed their shower gear and walked to the showers. Stranger still was the fact that they chose separate showers, almost as if it were a bride and groom obeying the tradition of not seeing each other before the ceremony.
After returning to their room, Bonnie lit a few candles, setting them on the window sill, and turned off the overhead lights. Sami had reached into her secret place and retrieved the joint that Marcia had given her earlier in the week.
