Sam Takes a Ride on the Bus
– Tamika Brown
All characters in this story are over 18 years of age unless otherwise noted. All characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidence.
It was Sunday morning and I woke up refreshed although there was a lot playing on my mind. I felt such a connection on my date with Barb, but couldn't help feeling very intimidated by her. Yes, we had an excellent time in bed and I thought she was beautiful. She treated me very well, but the incidents of people commenting on my age, seemed to bother her so much. I thought it would be very hard to continue dating her with that kind of stress on her, as well as me. So I decided I wasn't going to pursue her. Saffron had given me words of encouragement, but they just didn't seem to be enough for me. I felt like if I pursued this, I would end up getting my heart broken.
I had a good breakfast with the family and then headed over to Gerald's house to do some practicing with the band. I had bought a new Boss DR – 880 drum machine, which would allow us to expand some of the songs we played.
I guess now would be a good time to explain my financial situation. My grandfather, George Sanderson, held a doctorate in economics and had published five books. When my father decided to forgo college to attend a culinary school, his father had practically disowned him. He felt that my father should've attended college and had not lived up to its fullest potential. My grandfather dearly loved my mother and doted on his grandchildren. To this end, he had set up trust funds for Saffron and myself when we were born from money he had obtained by making a killing in stocks. As an example of the further condemnation of my father he made my mother the executor of the trusts. My father had always disliked the trusts in our names because he felt we should work for things. This leads me to my explanation of my finances.
According to the trust, when I turned 18, I received a check for $10,000 to spend as I saw fit. I put most of the money back into the trust to continue making money, while taking out $500 for my drum machine. When I graduated, I was to receive another $10,000 check, which I instructed mother to keep in the trust as well. If I attended college, I would receive $2500 a month in my living expenses, as well as tuition and books. If I graduated from college with a degree, I would receive the balance of the trust in four separate payments within the first year. If I did not phase college, the money would go to several charities. I'm not sure how much was going to be in the trust, but I do know it was over $1 million. Saffron received the same terms as I did.
Anyway, when I got to Gerald's, everyone was already there and set up. I got a barely impish smile from Charlie and kind of a disgusted look from Rick, our lead guitarist. Like I said before, he had a thing for Charlie, which was very one-sided. I don't think he was any too happy with what transpired after we finished playing at the sorority party. Gerald gave us some good news, telling us that word had gotten around and we had received several offers for gigs on the fraternity/sorority circuit. He had accepted most of them, being careful not to schedule any overlap. We worked out two new songs during practice and we thought they sounded perfect.
The rest of Sunday was relatively uneventful. Saffron was out with the mad pack and when she came home I was watching television in the basement family room. She came over and jumped on the couch right beside me and said, "What's up, bro?"
"I was sitting here watching this television program, until I was so rudely interrupted."
"Well, kiss my ass, bro. Speaking of asses, boy did you make an impression on Barb. She went on and on about your date and about what a gem when you were to the whole group. I just explained that I had taught you well."
"Actually if you'd been responsible for it, I'd have hit her in the head with a club. "
"Okay jerk, just for that no popcorn for you."
"I don't see any popcorn, I'm just hearing a lot of lip."
"Well, I was going to make some for myself and included enough for you, but you can forget it now."
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I was just joking with you, geez."
"I'll still make enough for my favorite brother, don't worry."
"I would take this time to remind you, that I'm here only brother, but I'm afraid you'll renege on the popcorn offer."
She just laughed and went upstairs to make the popcorn yelling back at me to find a good movie. I found us a good romantic comedy, her taste in movies, not mine. When she came back down with the bowl of popcorn, she saw the movie, sat down beside me, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Sammy, it made me so proud to hear Barb talking that way about you. It's really hard to make an impression on my friends, but you succeeded. The only one that scoffed a little, when Barb was regaling you as a date, was CC. I don't know what's gotten up her ass lately, but I'm getting a little tired of it. She's my best friend, but treats me like a pariah anymore. We' re going to have to have a little talk."
"I don't think you need to get your hopes up, sis, I don't think anything's going to come of me and Barb. It was just too awkward between us."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Sammy, I think you're a good fit for her and she really likes you. She did say that you verbally kicked Roxanne's ass for her, though. That girl needed an attitude adjustment. I think you could handle Barb, Sammy."
As we watched the movie and ate the popcorn, our parents both opened the door within 5 min. of each other to tell us good night and not to stay up too late. After yelling good night we settled into the movie for the last hour. Saffron started becoming a little affectionate, putting her arm around me, and nibbling lightly on my ear. It was starting to get me turned on and then she really did it. She whispered raggedly into my ear, "Sammy, take me in your bedroom and fuck me, now."
She wasn't going to get an argument from me, so I took her by the hand and we walked into the bedroom. When we got door shut with her back to me, she slipped off her robe and removed her white silk négligée. As it dropped to the floor, I took a moment to marvel at her beauty. Her apple sized tits were just big enough for the shape of her body. Her ass, although not able to compete with Barb, was still fine to look at. I slid my right hand around her body and cupped her right breast, while I slid my left hand around and began fondling her wet, soggy snatch.
I knew she was in one need a lot of foreplay, but I enjoyed it. I dropped to my knees and began running my tongue in her salty, sweet depths. I was drinking and her juices while I fondled her ass. As I'm ran my tongue up to her anus I plunged 2 fingers into her leaking quim. She began moaning out her sentences, "Sammy, Sammy, Sammy oh, finger fuck me, make me come. Stick your tongue up my ass, you wonderful, wonderful, man." She started bucking very hard back into my mouth and face, became stiff leg had and soaked my hand with her pussy."
"Oh Sammy, you are so fucking good at that I'd let you do me all night. But right now, I need you inside me."
I turned her around and slid her down to the bed, where she spread her legs as wide as she could. I knelt between her legs and lined up my throbbing, hard spear with her juicy honey pot. As I slid into her she moaned, her cunt muscles squeezing me with all her might. I began the primitive motion of love that she met thrust for thrust. She came again twice, before her gripping pressure on me set me over the edge and I shot a large load of semen into her waiting depths. I pulled out and laid down beside her as we caught our breath.
We began to small talk and I asked her, "Saffron, why don't you have a guy? I mean your beautiful your intelligent and your great. I don't understand. "
"Sammy, honey thank you, but this just isn't my time, I want a career and eventually family, but I don't want to be tied down right now, I just want to have fun. Besides I can get all the male companionship I need right here. By the Way, Barb was right, you're a fantastic lover."
"Thank you very much, that means a lot coming from you, and her. I think we better get some sleep right now." She just got up got dressed and reached down and kissed me as she left to go up to her own room. I slept like a log, dreaming about, of all things, CC. I dreamed we were married and had kids and she threw me out because I was playing too much in the band and not staying home enough. What a weird dream.
I got up and ate breakfast with the family, which was uneventful, and headed off to school. After the weekend I had, school shouldn't have surprised me, but it did. I ran the Gerald before classes started and he told me it was all over school about Charlie and I and Barb. Even that I was dating her. I just explained to him that I took her out one night and that would probably be the last.
"Sam the man, if I could take Barb Frankel out one time it would be like walking on Jupiter. What the hell are you taking, and where can I get some of it?"
"Where in the hell is all this coming from, anyway?"
"Are you kidding me, where else would it be coming from, Brandi and Mandy Janus."
"That figures, I swear those girls don't have a thing better to do then to be the school criers. I'm surprised they don't go through the hallways ringing bells, chanting, Sammy's fucked another, Sammy's fucked another."
Gerald just laughed loudly at that one and said he had to go to his class. I walked past the Janus sisters Brandi and Mandy on my way to class and they just gave me a big seductive smile each, waved, and said hello. As I walked past them, I remembered what Renaldo Estes, the school janitor called them. He referred to them as" DOS Diablos" (two Devils). The man was obviously very wise and insightful.
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The rest of the week went pretty much uneventful until Thursday. Gerald informed me he had turned down an offer for our band to play our prom, in case we wanted to attend. Anyway, even though he turned down the prom, we were going to be very busy through June of the following year. We were going to have a chance to strut our stuff. I was going to be doubly busy, due to the fact I also played in our school's spirit band, which meant basketball games and special events for school.
The first of these events was at Cedarville high school, our closest rival' s basketball game with our high school. It was an 80 mile trip by bus, which was literally a pain in the ass. Instead of my usual carrying of a snare drum during the general band events, I had a full drum set to play. We won the game and were getting ready to head back, when we were informed that the van that usually carried the cheerleading squad had broken down. Mr. Clausen graciously volunteered a ride on our bus.
Mr. Clausen's wife was the cheerleading coach, so they rode back in his private vehicle. He always said he couldn't stand the din on school buses, so he always chose to drive. He stuck his head in and warned us to be cordial to the cheerleaders, as they were our guests. Believe me, everyone would treat the cheerleaders fine. You have to remember, these were band geeks and were highly intimidated by the cheerleading squad. Other than Barb Frankel, I was pretty much unintimidated by anybody.
The percussion section always left a few instruments out on the bus to quietly go over arrangements and things as a kind of a critique on the way home. So when Tamika Brown, the only black cheerleader, but believe me not the least, got up and said she had an announcement to make. I gave her a drum roll on my a tom-tom. She said, "we'd like to thank you band geeks, for giving us a ride. Now who's the smart ass drummer boy back there?" She came back and to where we were setting and said, "Which one is it, which one is it?" My steadfast band mates all pointed at me and she came over to get in my face. All of a sudden I heard Brandi Janus, the head cheerleader, whistle and said, "Tamika, he's the one we told you about."
"So you're the drummer boy with a reputation."
"What reputation?"
"You like to please a woman."
