Unspoken Pleasure

Sam had finished eating and was resting her head against the tree with her eyes closed. I’d meant what I said; she was cute. Sam never wore makeup but didn’t seem to need to. Her skin was smooth and her cheeks had a natural color to them, and she had the longest eyelashes I’d ever seen.

Those lashes, along with her huge brown eyes, she used to good effect on me, as well as her older siblings and her father. Her mother had the same eyes and would always tell Sam to knock it off, that she had created that look and was immune to it.

The use of her big eyes was usually coupled with her pushing her lips into a little-girl pout. Sam’s lips were full, and I’d once overheard a couple of guys saying she had blow-job lips. I flashed back to a couple of minutes ago when she made a show of blowing the banana and how her lips had looked wrapped around it. I shook my head.

Taking a bite of the sandwich, I looked back down at her foot, wondering what the hell a guy would do with her feet. I moved away from that image, thinking things were getting bad when I was starting to think about Sam’s sexual escapades.

But all that would change, and soon. A smile crossed my face at the thought of what I had planned for tomorrow night. Mom and her boyfriend Bill were leaving this afternoon to go visit friends in New Hampshire and wouldn’t be home until Monday.

Jen had been hinting that she was getting comfortable enough to want to sleep together, and when I mentioned my mom would be away for the weekend, she asked if I wanted company.

Jen, who was pretty much Sam’s opposite was blonde with baby-blue eyes. Whereas Sam was tall and a little on the skinny side, Jen was short with a pair of huge tits that, as Sam had said, she did flaunt. Her ass was damn fine too and she wasn’t shy about showing it off.

I couldn’t wait to get a look at those tits, to feel them, suck on them, and maybe even get my cock between them like in the dirty movies I got off to every night.

Well, tomorrow night I’d be getting off with the real thing. The idea of having Jen naked in my bed caused my cock to swell. At the same time, a twinge of nerves fluttered though my stomach. Jen didn’t know it was my first time.

I supposed I should have mentioned it, but she had experience and I didn’t want to look like an idiot. But now that it seemed the time had finally arrived, I was going to be nervous with only porn videos to go by and with a girl who’d done it before. What if I went off quick or didn’t get her off quick enough? What if-

“Why are you staring at my foot?”

I looked up. “Huh?”

“You keep looking at my feet.” Sam wiggled her toes. “Something wrong with them?”

“No, they look fine.”

“You think my feet are fine?” She laughed. “You have a foot fetish?”

“Of course not!” Not wanting to be teased, I turned the conversation in another direction. “So why do you do that?”

“What?” She frowned, looking at her feet. “The tattoo?”

“Yeah, that and the nails and the ring. You hardly ever wear sandals, even when it’s hot, so what’s the point?”

“The point is I know it’s there and I like how the ring looks.” Sam shrugged. “I do it for me, not anyone else.”

I grinned at her. “What about foot boy?”

“I didn’t get the tattoo for him. I had just gotten it when I met him.” She winked. “But he said it made a hell of a bull’s-eye.”

“Eww!” I scrunched my face up. “TMI!”

Sam giggled. “But anyway, it’s about what’s on the inside, Justin-not the outside.”

“I get that with feelings and stuff, but why does it matter with looks?”

“Because vain people are shallow people.” Sam reached out and put her hand on my leg. “But you’re different, though. You dress like the cool jerk, but you’re a great guy.”

“I don’t dress like-”

“Bullshit!” She pointed at my sunglasses. “How much were those things?”

“A hundred, but they’re Foster-”

“Mine came from the dollar store and they do the trick.” She pulled on my shorts. “What brand are these?”

“They’re-” I started, but she continued.

“And that’s an Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt you’re wiping your sweaty face on. What was that, thirty dollars? And you’re wearing it to clean up a park.” Pointing at her shirt, she said, “This shirt was ten dollars and the jeans were the same on sale. My whole outfit with my sneakers is less than your damn shorts.”

“It shows.” I smirked.

The look on Sam’s face told me I’d made a mistake, and she quickly made me pay for it. “You would never have made that crack before you started going with Jen.”

“Oh, come on! I’m just busting your chops.”

“Oh, that’s all? Okay, how about this one? I dress like a poor tomboy and you’re mister GQ, pretty boy, but which one of us is still a virgin?”

“What the hell kind of crack is that?” I put the sandwich down. “What’s that got to do with anything?”

“Well, you think I’m so plain and dress so crappy, but I’ve had a couple of guys who had no problem wanting to get to know me better.”

“So what? I’ve had chances, but I promised my mother I’d try to do it the right way. You decided to spread your legs when you had the chance.”

“Are you saying I’m a slut?”

“Of course not! You know better than that. But you know that’s a touchy subject with me.”

“But you never think anything bothers me.” Sam waved her hand disgustedly at me. “You really do treat me like a guy.”

“I … I treat you like a friend. Since when do I need to treat you all girly?”

“You don’t, but then again you’ve never treated a girly have you?” She raised her eyebrows after that one, as if daring me to top it.

“Guess you got me on that one,” I said with a casual shrug. “But tell you what, how about you ask me again after this weekend?”

Sam’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means, I just might…”

My phone went off and I couldn’t help smiling when “You don’t know You’re Beautiful” blared from it. It was Jen. The timing couldn’t have been better.

“Like she doesn’t think she’s beautiful.” Sam muttered

“Hey, sweetie.” I bit my lip not to laugh at the disgusted look on her face.

“Hey, hot stuff!” Jen chirped in my ear. “How goes park detail?”

“Halfway,” I told her. “It’ll be done in a couple hours.”This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Wow! That was quick!”

Hopefully she wouldn’t be saying that in my ear in bed, I thought, but said, “I have some help.”

“That’s great! More the merrier! I’m surprised you could rope any of your friends into getting up on Saturday morning.”

“They didn’t. Sam’s helping me out.” Even as I said it, I wondered why I brought her up.