My Sister Made Me Ch. 15

"Nice to meet you guys," she said sweetly.

"She's got a boyfriend," Sam finally managed to say as she glanced at the three. She turned, looking at Zoey again as the excitable and adorable young woman finally let go of her hand, nervously sliding it into her pocket.

"Are you free this afternoon?" she asked.

Sam frowned. She wasn't, but she wanted to be. Zoey was adorable and sexy, not to mention the fact that she seemed to be really into her. Every time she saw the young woman, she wanted to grab her and kiss her like she'd just done to Sam.

"I'm working," she said.

Zoey's face dropped a bit. "Oh, that's okay. Maybe we can hang out this weekend, or maybe next week?"

Sam smiled. "You're off after the next class, right?" she asked, an idea popping into her head.

Her features perking back up, the young woman looked at her with hopeful eyes and nodded.

"I guess I can skip English again," Sam said. "I don't work until 2."

"That's your last class?" Zoey asked.

"Yeah, I have Psychology next and English after that. The professor was out the other day."

"So... you'll come by?" Zoey asked. "I live on campus in the dorms so it isn't far, and Brandon will be in class for a while."

Sam smiled. "Sure. I've got a test in Psych, but I should be done with that relatively quickly. Give me your number so I can text you and let you know I'm there."

Zoey's face brightened even more, and she giggled excitedly. "Okay, I'll see you after class then," she said. "I should go before I'm late."

Sam nodded. "See you in an hour."

The young woman squeezed her hand again, said a nervous "bye" three more times, then finally turned and hurried off, glancing repeatedly as she did.

Smirking, Sam watched her go, then saw the guys staring at her, quiet but amused.

"What?" she asked, not looking at them as she sat back down.

"She uh... seemed to be pretty happy to see you," Marley said with a cheeky grin.

Sam tried to keep from blushing, but wasn't successful, her cheeks burning a few seconds later.

"She's the girlfriend of the guy I sit next to in Psych," she explained. "They came by work the other day and she's really sweet and friendly."

"Shit, I'll say," Murphy added.

"Yeah, I think she was in love with you," Marley pointed out.

Sam sighed, playfully glaring at them.

"I better go study," she said, smiling and standing. Without being asked, she turned to face the three and lifted her shirt and bra for a few seconds, flashing them by surprise.

"I uh..." Kev said, but then must have lost his train of thought.

"So... not jealous because some girl has a thing for me?" Sam asked, putting her clothes back in place.

The guys didn't answer right off, and she giggled, the action finally snapping them out of their reverie.

"Yeah, I will," Murphy said. "Wait... what was the question?"

Laughing, she waved to the three and blew them a kiss and waved, then walked to Psychology. As she stepped in, she was surprised to see that she'd gotten a text from Zoey already.

"Don't mention this afternoon to Brandon. He'll skip class and want to join us."

"Okay, I won't," she sent before sliding her phone back into a pocket.

Sam didn't really see what was wrong with that but figured she could keep the secret as long as he didn't directly ask her or anything. She didn't really have a poker face.

Stepping into the lecture hall, she was mildly surprised at watch she found. She'd never tried to go early to class and was surprised to see that the time slot before hers was empty. Heading to her seat, she pulled out her notes and began to look over them. She'd done some studying but it wasn't hard material yet, mainly memorization and she'd always been adept at that.

Brandon and a few others came in a little early as well, most of them sitting and pulling out their notes to catch up on studying. She smiled as he sat down in the chair next to hers.

"Hey," she said, glancing up at him.

He flashed her his ridiculously cute smile and set his bag down, standing in front of her for a few seconds to stretch. As his arms went up, she saw the tautness off his stomach and had to force herself to look away before she looked at his crotch and started a new fire within her.

Sitting down next to her, he pulled out his stuff and began to look it over, sitting comfortably close and smelling very nice.

After a few minutes, he pulled out his phone and clicked it open, then began to thumb through something. Sam was watching out of the corner of her eye, then glanced over and saw that he was flipping through his pictures.

"You're ready for the test?" she whispered, looking back down.

He nodded. "Should be easy. I'm just bored and wanted to see that pic of you with the load in your mouth."

"Damnit."

Sam's panties got a little wet at the brazenly honest statement and she had to close her eyes to steady herself. He hadn't whispered it, and she glanced around, hoping that no one had heard.

"You know how much I liked getting that?" he asked a few seconds later.

She stared down at her notes, not seeing the words but pretending to read and letting her eyes pass over them.

"I had to jerk off to it," he said, finally lowering his voice.

She stifled a sigh before it formed in her throat, closing her eyes and covering a smile with her hand.

"As an exhibitionist, you should like hearing that," he said.

She took a deep breath and glanced over. "I never said I was one of those."

"You like working at Double D's, so I think you are a little bit," he pointed out.

She didn't even know what the word meant.

"I figured that you'd like knowing that I was hard as a rock when I looked at the picture you sent me," he said. "In fact, I'm pretty much always guaranteed to be hard as a rock when I see that picture. I love knowing that it was you that was being so slutty. You seem so sweet and innocent."

She chewed hard at her bottom lip, trying to focus and failing.

"I wished it was full of something I'd given you," he said.

Glancing back over, she saw him still looking at the photo, clearly recognizing her mouth and the pale goo that was curled up on her tongue. Her eyes weren't visible; just her nose and mouth, but she could tell that it was her.

"How often do you look at it?" she whispered, cringing when she realized that it was her that had asked the question.

"All the time," he said with a grin and a wink.

"Are you trying to make it hard to focus?" she asked.

He chuckled, but then glanced around for a few seconds. Watching in confusion, she saw him reach down to his crotch and adjust himself, a visible erection greeting her as she looked down. It was still in his underwear, and those were covered by his jeans, but just the same, she could tell he was aroused.

"If I wanted to make it hard to focus, I'd pull it out."

She swore quietly, feeling the thrumming heat from her arousal growing.

"I thought I was past this." The words were forming in her head as she stared down as his hand gripped his jeans and squeezed the shaft. "Two orgasms yesterday, and I'm even hornier than I was before."

Filthy thoughts filled her head, making her want to drop to her knees there in class and take him in her mouth, or bend over the seat in front of him and let him have her. Another part was meekly scolding her, telling her to ignore him and be the good girl.

"Do you want to see it?" he whispered.

Unable to control her actions, she nodded weakly as he reached over with his free hand and gripped the inside of her thigh. Her legs spread automatically in response, her body begging his fingers to hurry up and get with the program.

"Sorry, I didn't hear you," he said quietly.

She swore again, one hand moving to grip his bicep as his hand moved up her thigh. Conflict rose within her, and she gently chewed at her lip. Part of her was glad that she was wearing jeans and panties that day, another was most definitely regretting it. Still, his fingers seemed to have no trouble finding her most sensitive spots.

She clutched him closer, her head leaning into his arm as he rubbed her pussy through her jeans, causing her to whimper as she gently bit his shoulder.

"Are you insane?" she quietly whispered after a few seconds of enduring his fingers pushing against her clit.

"I can't help it," he replied. "You're too much."

She groaned quietly, forcing herself to look around, but saw that everyone else was occupied with studying.

"Do you want to see it?" he asked again.

"God... dammit," she groaned. "Yes."

He smiled, his hand moving from between her legs and starting to undo his jeans as he looked around. Lowering the zipper just a bit, she was greeted by the sight of his cockhead peeking out and saying hello just as a dribble of pre-cum emerged from the tip.

"Damnit," she whispered, the urge to lean over and take him in her mouth nearly getting the better of her. "Follow me," she said, looking up at the clock on the wall. Plenty of time was left.

He quickly zipped up and stood as she set her stuff down and darted past, the two hurrying up the steps and out of the room. Her hand was clutching his as she dragged him down the hall and looked for an unoccupied class. Down near the end she saw the room that they'd been in before and yanked him into it, causing him to call out in surprise.

"People really need to stop teasing me," she thought. "First Toni and now Brandon. Assholes."

Shutting the door, she pulled him up close and dropped to her knees against the door, his pants unbuttoned and her fingers grabbing for his erection before he knew what was happening. Not waiting for him to say it was okay and having no patience or time for any kind of foreplay, she took his cock into her mouth with audible moans from both of them.

"Oh my God," he said, leaning against the door as her mouth and tongue went to work. She ran it along the underside of the head, then along the shaft as she took him deeper. Her head bobbed forward, but he thrust a bit, knocking her back and hitting it against the door.

"Fuck... sorry," he grunted.

Something in her liked it, and she whimpered in response, both hands moving around to grip his thighs and pull. The head of his cock pushed against her throat, but he seemed to not know how far he could push her.

The only thoughts of protest or regret in her head at that moment were those that had to do with him not cumming yet, or not thrusting harder or faster. Nothing else existed for her in that room but his cock in her mouth. He even ceased to be Brandon, and she whimpered as the image of him in her head disappeared and it was just a disembodied cock weakly thrusting against her lips.

"Would Dane be bigger in my mouth?" she wondered, the thought making the image of him coalesce around the image of the thrusting cock, and soon, she was moaning at the thought of Dane fucking her mouth.

Arousal surged through her, and she thought she might have an orgasm if the wicked thoughts filling her head didn't behave themselves.

"God, I'm a slut," she thought, but then relented. "I love being a slut."

Brandon groaned, gently knocking her head back against the door repeatedly as he thrust.

"God... I'm almost there," he said. "Cumming."

She whimpered at the final thought that came to her as Brandon's warm load filled her mouth.

"I wish it were Dane."

Brandon thrust into her mouth repeatedly, her lips and tongue eagerly taking his cum and playing with it before swallowing it down. Sucking hard, she let him slide free before she took him in again, slurping the remnants as much as she could.

Happy with the results, she licked an errant spray or two from her hand, then stood. Checking herself as best she could and making sure she didn't have any on her clothes, she waited for him to get himself together and the two slipped out of the room separately.

No words were spoken as they went back to class, both sitting down and picking their notes up as if nothing happened. The class started to fill and the professor came in a little bit later and handed out the test.

Although she was distracted by the taste of cum in her mouth, Sam finished the test and handed it in, seeing that Brandon was collecting his stuff as she walked back up the stairs to gather her things and leave.

Smiling at her as he passed, she returned it happily, then gathered her things. Stepping out of the row and turning, she felt him behind her as she walked. Exiting the room, she stopped and turned, seeing him grinning a few feet away.

"Thank you," he said. "I wish I had time to repay the favor, but I've got class. You free later?"

Sam snickered. "I'm working this afternoon," she said. "Some other time."

He nodded. "Don't uh... mention this to Zoey. I'll have to tell her delicately."

She raised an eyebrow as he turned, though he didn't see it.

"Thanks again, Sam," he said, walking the opposite direction.

She sighed, wondering why the two were keeping secrets from each other. Heading for her car, she tossed her stuff in it, then locked it again and sent a text to Zoey. She got a response almost immediately, giving her the building and room number.

Walking over to the dorms, she went into the lobby and waited, shooting another text off to Zoey that she'd arrived. A few minutes later, the excited blonde came down and signed her in.

"Hey!" she said after Sam was let through, pulling her into a hug. The young woman wasted no time with formalities though, and she was led upstairs and down a long hallway.

Once inside, Sam looked around the small room and admired what the young woman had done with very little to work with. It seemed cozy.

"My roommate shouldn't be here," Zoey said. "She's at work right now."

Sam smiled. "What are you planning on us doing, Zoey?" she asked, offering a smile.

Zoey blushed, turning and shrugging as she walked over to the bed. "I... can't really get you out of my head," she said. "I like you."

Sam smiled. "I like you too," she said. Moving over to Zoey's bed, she sat down on it, an awkward silence descending on the two.

"So, you and your boyfriend are trying to keep me a secret from the other," Sam said eventually.

Zoey looked up, blushing again. "We are?" she asked. "I mean, I know I am, but... he asked you to not mention seeing him?"

Sam smiled and leaned over, wondering if she had any of his flavor left on her tongue. Grabbing Zoey, she pulled the young woman to her and kissed her, her tongue pushing into Zoey's mouth and brushing across hers.

Surprised, Zoey only briefly sat there, but then practically tackled Sam, coming over the top her and kissing her feverishly.

"Zoey," Sam muttered through the smattered kisses. "Zoey."

"What, am I doing something wrong?" she asked.

Sam snickered. "No goofy. Did you taste what was on my tongue?"

Zoey nodded. "You gave him a blowjob, didn't you?"

Sam nodded, looking at her.

Zoey kissed her again, her hand coming up and cupping Sam's breast for a moment before she managed to stop her again.

"Zoey, Zoey, Zoey," she said, finally having to push the girl back a bit. "He asked me to keep that quiet."

"I know," she said. "He didn't want me to get upset." She finished speaking and leaned in again, but Sam's hand came up and pushed her back.

"You guys are both trying to keep me a secret from the other. Doesn't that bother you?"

Zoey shook her head, undeterred in her attempts to make out with Sam. Stopping her with her hand once more, Sam sighed and stared directly at the young woman.

"I like you, and he just likes getting blowjobs," Zoey said. "I don't want to have to share my time with you right now."

Surprised, Sam sat back a bit as she digested the information.

"I don't mean that I don't care about my boyfriend, or I don't want to be with him or share him with you, but this is important to me," she said. "I'm wanting to try something."

Sam felt like she finally understood. "I'm sorry," she said. "I thought I might be about to cause a fight between you guys."

Zoey shook her head, smiling adorably. "No, I just... I've never been with a girl and I've been thinking about trying to give you... well... oral sex."

Sam couldn't help but smile, even blushing a bit as she listened to the young woman. Both girls laughed nervously for a second.

"Look, you're the first girl that I've really been attracted to," Zoey said. "I just think that I'd really like to try going down on you. If you're okay with that."

Sam, amused at the endearing young woman, managed to nod. "I'm okay with that," she said.

"I just didn't want Brandon here messing things up," Zoey said. "And I don't care that you gave him a blowjob," she added. "I figured it would happen at some point."

"Okay," Sam said with a smile. "How uh... would you like to do this?"

Zoey was quiet for a few seconds, looking around while she tried to figure out what she wanted to do, then smiled and grabbed Sam's hand, pulling her to her feet. Smiling shyly, Zoey drew close, then swiftly leaned in and kissed her.

The young woman seemed to be extremely nervous and excited, and it wasn't long into their kissing that Sam felt Zoey's hand pulling her shirt up. The other girl was shorter than Sam, so she had to dip a little to let her take it off. The two laughed at the sight, and she quickly returned the favor, pulling Zoey's top off and tossing it behind her. Zoey reached behind herself and pulled her bra off, then started to slide her shorts off.

Sam took the cue and started to undo her bra, but Zoey shook her head as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them.

"I want to do that," she said, stepping around behind her. "Close your eyes."

Sam giggled for only a moment, then did as she was told and shut them. Zoey's lips on the back of her shoulder made her shiver for a second before she felt her bra loosen then slide down her arms. Warm hands moved around and cupped her breasts for a second, squeezing them then letting them go as they went to the button on Sam's pants.

Soft lips pressed into the other shoulder, and she was briefly distracted from the feeling of her pants sliding down. Kicking off her shoes, she stepped out of her clothes and let Zoey pull her panties down, the two girls standing nude as Sam turned to face the young woman.

Zoey pulled Sam toward the bed, then helped her up onto it before joining her. The two laid down next to each other, kissing and caressing each other's skin. After a few minutes, Zoey sat back a bit, looking down at Sam for a second, an unspoken question obvious on her lips.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Zoey blushed a bit, nervously wavering before looking back up at her. "What's it like?" she asked.

"Well, I didn't get to do it much," Sam admitted. "I'm hardly the expert."

Zoey nodded.

"I can go first if you like," Sam offered, but quickly got a "No!" as the emphatic response.

"I mean... you can, of course, but I really want to try it on you first," Zoey clarified.

Sam nodded, amused at the young woman. "What I can tell you is that it wasn't like anything I'd ever done before. Blowjobs aren't the same thing. It was... pleasant... feeling how she responded to me," she said, staring off into her memories for a moment. "She'd done it to me first, and I'd been extremely pent up and had a really powerful orgasm because of it. I returned the favor eventually and found that it was actually pretty fun."

Zoey's smile grew, and she turned, moving to her knees and taking Sam's left nipple into her mouth.

"Ooo," she whimpered, laying back on the pillow. Warm lips moved around the flesh of her breast, skirting the areola and kissing the underside a bit before moving around to the valley between them. The other breast was quickly attacked, soft kisses and licks from her tongue dancing across the pale flesh of her chest, Zoey's hand moving to cover the orb that had just been abandoned.