This choice: Let her tell you it from inside. • Go Back...Chapter #4Let her tell you it from inside. by: Unknown "Well I'm comfortable, and you seem comfortable, so please talk away." You say, setting up a pillow up behind you head and getting comfy. She takes a deep breath and begins to talk. "Where to begin? Oh, how about from when my parents first started to fight. I was about two when my parents started to fight. They tried to keep it a secret from me behind closed doors, but doors only can block so much of reality, I blocked out the rest with music. My mother was pregnant with twins at the time my two sisters who also go to this school, and my father was getting grey hairs from stress. My mom was a housewife and my father was the owner of a couple shops and restaurants. My father couldn't handle the stress of kids and work, so he began to make errors in judgement, causing a couple of his businesses to shut down. By this time I was six and my mother and father were constantly fighting over money, and my two little sisters were forced to share everything and they began to become reclusive, even now they will barely talk to me. On my seventh birthday is when my family hit a all time low, with money and relationship, and it stayed that way. My father said he was leaving and to take care of my mom and sisters. The one thing I asked for was him to come back one day, he never did. My mother lied to me most of my life saying that abandoned us, when I turned eighteen I looked in to where my father went. He committed suicide on my seventh birthday, still somehow I found his grave and managed to visit it. I confronted my mother and told I knew what really happened to dad, all she said was he did abandon us. I never managed the courage to tell my sisters what happened to dad. My mom died a year ago and left us with nothing. My sisters didn't even cry, they didn't even care. And with my mother died all of my emotions and trust."
She was crying softly, and you just didn't know what to say. You begin on your life story, so you can be fair. "Well I know you life story let me tell you mine to make it fair. I was raised in an orphanage, I have never met a single one of my relatives, that's if any are alive. Instead of toys or objects, me and my fellow orphans had musicians come and play for us. I fell in love with music and my love was only shared by the orphanage's manager and owner, Ms.Celeo. She was never supposed to have a favorite, but somehow she always chose me. She was like my big sister and the only person I ever talked to till I went to school. I lived at the orphanage until I was fifteen, and I supported myself by have two part-time jobs. I bought my own apartment and became modernized. On my sixteenth birthday I got a call, Ms.Celeo had died and left me everything that was truly important to her, a small piano and a picture of her and me together smiling. Both of which are in the corner of the room. I've never played it, maybe I will one day. Other then that I've lived my life like any other guy. Oh and I never told you my name it's Algie, nice to meet you Samantha." She had stopped crying and was completely silent.
You stretched out on the bed and waited for her to respond. You watched the clock, as the time changed from 7:37 to 7:49. Finally she spoke. "Algie your the first person I ever told that to. How about you?" You reply. "Yep. Never told a single person about my past. Honestly, it felt really good to tell you that. Prez how about you?" Samantha laughs. "Yeah, it does feel good to share the burden. Also, stop being so formal call me Sam, we already opened our hearts to each other and you opened your gut." You sarcastically say. "Well Sam I didn't exactly mean to swallow you whole. And you said you were comfortable, so Humph." You both laugh and yawn. You drowsily say. "Goodnight Sam, don't let me bite." She barely responds. "Night Algie, I won't." You doze off listening to the steady rhythm of Samantha's breathing.
Light pierces your eyes, you slump out of bed and shuffle across the floor to your bathroom you take a nice long piss. Suddenly you feel your gut ache as if you need to poop, so you sit on your toilet and let it slide out. Only when your feel you anus stretch unnaturally do you remember the girl you ate and you waddle over to your shower. You relax and let Sam slide out of you and onto the showers floor.she is still asleep. You walk to your dresser and grab a swimsuit and change into it, then walk back to the shower. Your shower isn't all that big it is about 8 feet high and about 2 by 2 feet wide, maybe a little bigger. You go into a corner and close the shower doors then you turn on the water which is slightly warm, and pull naked, unconscious Samantha onto your lap and lean her back on you chest. You put you head on her shoulder and whisper. "Time to get up, you have a lot to do today." She begins to stir, while rubbing her eyes she ask. "What stuff? I thought it was Saturday, isn't it?" Then she opens her eyes and realizes where she is and what she is sitting on. "Who the hell are you? Why am I naked? How the fuck did I get here?" You laugh and say. "Calm down Sam. Think back to yesterday, or do you have amnesia?"
"Algie, why am I naked in a shower with you? Wait... Eep!" She punches you in the stomach,turning bright red. You hastily say. "Sam, calm down, nothing happened. See, I'm not naked. So please calm down." She looks at your swimming trunks and gets even redder. "Algie! You might as well be naked take responsibility for seeing me naked and strip! Unless you want to wash me!" You start steaming and say. "Hey, don't get hasty. I prefer to stay a virgin, at least for now." You are completely unconvincing, you are staring at the ground with your hands behind your back and you are shifting the ball of one of your feet on the floor. She lifts your head up and makes you look at her dark brown eyes. "Now Algie." You complain like a four year old. "Do I have to?" She is getting impatient with your shyness, she has her arms crossed and is tapping her foot. "You have to." You finally give in, even though you were pretending the whole time, except for the blushing.
You take off your trunks as slowly as possible and turn towards the wall. You slide them off and toss them out of the shower. You cover your junk and turn around. "Algie! Quit being a tease and show me already!" You drop your hands and see Sam's expression, that of complete disbelief. You don't quite understand why so you look down. You instantly notice something different it got a lot bigger, like from your normally 6-7 inches to close to a foot long and a good 2 inches in diameter. You blush uncontrollably, and say. "Hey stop staring like that, I've never seen it this big ether! That's like me gawking at your supposedly H-cup boobs!" She looks at you in disbelief, while saying. "Hey! Just cause I'm staring at you extra, extra, extra large dick, doesn't mean you have to bring up my boobs which are H-cups. You giant dick!" You can't believe what's going on, but you really want to stop fighting.
You lean forward, hug and kiss Sam as deeply as you can. She jerks back, shocked by your sudden move. She hugs you back and adds to the kiss. Time seems to stop, but you pull back and ask. "Happy Sam? That was my first kiss." She looks at you and says. "Nope. It was my first kiss too." You don't understand why she said nope until she bites her lip and pushes you against the shower wall. You are surprised by this, but you are even more surprised when she rams against you. Her boobs press against your chest and your gigantic manhood inters her wet need. She screams with pleasure with every movement no mater how small and you can't say this doesn't feel good to you ether. You feel a slight resistance as you slide into her, but she is still slamming against you. She spasms wildly and droops against you, with you still inside her. You lift up her face and seeing she is unconscious you turn off the shower and grip around Sam's waist and carry her to your bed. She still has your shaft inside her and is still out cold you doze off.
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