Nothing Changes

Sam seemed intent on asserting her newfound masculinity on this soft femme. She breathed deeply and kissed Val hard, pushing her onto the bed in the process. Val’s hands escaped Sam’s clothing and rose above her head in delight. Val helped Sam by shedding her tight clothes, and trapping Sam’s seductive smile between her legs while laying comfortably on her back, enjoying the view.

Sam respectfully inched away, still massaging Val’s inner thighs to maintain her flowing juices and ripped open a dental dam she had stashed… just in case. She softly lay the square upon Val’s pleasure center, massaging her clit with it as she did so. Valeria sighed, but as Sam began to lick swiftly and catch the dental dam on her tongue, the girl pulled it away and shoved Sam’s face into her pussy, rubbing her lube into Sam’s mouth. Sam kept licking wildly, inciting a geyser of cum from Val that she practically inhaled in pleasure.

Valeria leapt to reciprocate to eager Sam. I turned in disgust and glimpsed a fellow spy, a perverted man of indeterminable age with penis out and hand on said dick. I had been revolted enough. I decked the dude and fled.

*******

Love should not be represented by a heart. The heart is useful, I must concur, but not quite the proper icon. The heart on its own can beat, which is good; or stop, which is not good for the owner. But when someone’s in love, a simple fast heartbeat can’t quite measure the magnitude of the experience. Likewise, loss of love is not as fatal as a heart attack, nor quite so peacefully final as a complete stop. I prefer a lightning bolt as the icon of love. When you are struck, you can feel, for a second, the awesome power of a magnificent, unearthly shock. Then afterwards, you can survive and walk away, drop dead, or survive with your feet blown off and scar tissue adorning your badly scorched torso. 

That sounds about right. 

*******

Sam called me the next day and every day after that to give me the latest. Val called her, Val had blazing sex with her, Val cheated on her, Val had more great sex with her, Val said she was young and wanted an open relationship, Val and Sam broke up.

Sam was free the weekend after the drama. She insisted I hang out with her. I picked her up in the Firebird, hoping that this time it would stay in one piece.

“Fuck it. Should I just turn straight? Maybe all girls are like this. Some of these dykes are pitiful excuses for woman-lovers. Someone should just shove dicks in their mouths to shut them up.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle at this, despite the pained look on Sam’s cute face. 

“Sorry, buddy. I guess it’s time to –”

She cut me off. “ – Try again. Fine. Peace.”

I winced at the slam of the door.

*******

Sam must have averaged three girls a week in the next month. I don’t think she slept with all of them, but I’m starting to believe some of the rumors. Two of these girls one week were enjoyed at the same time. I didn’t think Sam was capable of such lechery. Until I saw something out of a porno flick going on in my apartment.

I kid you not.

Sam’s bitchy mother was evidently home that night, but strangely had no qualms about Sam’s sleeping over my house. Two girls who had been dating each other but found cute Sam attractive insisted upon a threesome. Sam wanted to improve her reputation as a lesbian stud. So she gave in.

I wonder why I did.

Sam and two sluts practically banged down the door. After a brief introduction (“Hey man. These are my girls.” Laugh. “You can tape if you want and enjoy it later.” More laughs.), they tore off their clothes, rolled onto my couch, and started licking each other everywhere. Fingers rolled into each girl’s private sector, tongues glided against smooth skin. I mumbled something about pizza and threw up in a trash can outside. 

The Firebird found itself at Ed’s house. I tried to cry that night after I heard his snores coming from his room. I couldn’t. 

*******

“I’m SO sorry I grossed you out like that.”

“It’s OK, Sam. But do you know how many diseases you’re going to end up with this way?”

She looked at me, scared. “Or have. You know, I –”

“Whatever. I insist on you getting tested. Stay safe, OK?”

Her eyes were never wider. “Yeah.”

*******

“Come in and hold my hand, OK?”

I must have looked incredulous at that. “You sure you want me in there?”

“I’m scared.”

Sam was on the table. I averted my eyes from her degrading position – sprawled on the table with feet in stirrups and ass on the edge. The doctor meandered towards Sam’s open legs, and I felt a vice grip on my hand. The cold metal slipped into the beautiful woman on the table and stretched her exploited body. I shut my own eyes with Sam’s, but it was over soon.

I smiled at her when out of there, and promised to be there when she called to find out the results. In the car, she hugged me and thanked me with tears in her eyes. My heart was beating fast. The lightning had struck. I knew not the outcome. 

“Sam… I… I’ll…”

She looked at me expectantly, and… was that a glimpse of hopefulness?

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I’ll see her tomorrow.