"you're joking..."
"I am quite serious." Samantha confirms, "You are to leave me in here, or you are to get very close and personal with me. Oh, and you had better find some place private. I don't want to be naked in public."
That pretty much settles it. You have never seen Samantha other that fully clothed, but it's obvious she is hiding some really precious treasures. Already being in your private room, you frantically pull out the bottle and chug it. The idea you should have read the instructions first comes only too late, but it tastes OK, and you feel something happening in your stomach, which quickly proves to be Samantha coming up. You open your mouth and out pops her head, still covered in lovely blond hair [and tasting downright sweet]. For a moment, you have the disappointing idea that she is still fully clothed after all, but now a lovely nude shoulder comes out.
Thinking quickly, you realize what will be coming next, and that they will be coming right over your tongue. Surely she catch you if you... Well, maybe she can, but her sign sounds like a happy one. That may be your wishful thinking, but she's not telling you to stop. So you continue to lick
all the way down her torso, which is as torrid as you expected. When you reach her most sensitive spot, she explodes in ecstasy. then she just lays on the bed with a happy smile as you let out her trim limbs [which are delicious. You missed a lot swallowing her in one bite.]
She is an enchanting vision as she lays on your bed, smiling at you, "Now off with your clothes. I want you next to me."
You are quick to obey of course, but ..."This isn't your normal behavior..."
"Being eaten alive isn't normal either." Samantha replies, "I don't know how, but that made me hotter than a firecracker. I just have to have you."
"That sounds like it got you drunk. Won't you be mad later when you 'sober up" if I take advantage of you?"
"I'll be furious right now if you don't." Samantha counters as she pulls you onto the bed, which you can hardly say you resist. "Besides, I would not be mad even then. In fact I might even thank you if I didn't know what a great deal you are getting."
Getting comfortable right next to you, she continues..."You have heard of the dateless cheerleader? The girl so hot every boy is afraid he doesn't measure up and will be rejected. So she never gets asked. Well, I am the poster girl for that. I am A-list of the A-list and that scares off a lot of boys. Worse, I am particular just like the story suggests. I don't want a boy. I want a man. And even the men are scared of me.
"That would be OK if I actually didn't like boys, But I do. I love boys, and if I was some B or C list tramp, I would be the campus slut and be happy. Instead I am high A-list, and it's lonely at the top, But I am not going to lower my standards.
"That is why I cried. You were reminding me of what I was so eager to do, but won't do. I was getting so desperate, I was thinking of being raped by some stupid jock. And that is why I don't want you talking. If I do sober up and you don't measure up, I want to pretend this never happened. If I don't sober up, fine. People can wonder what you have that they can't see. But I don't want to be bothered by a bunch of B-list bums who hope to get lucky."
"Well, I might prove to be A-list." You offer. A rather weak offer. Maybe you are not among the scorned, but there are lots of people you have to look up to.
"Optimist!" she counters, "but who knows for sure? Some really weird stuff can make a guy hot, and maybe your swallowing me will work. Anyway, let's get to work ending my virginity. Take your time. Slower is better. But I have had quite enough of waiting." A kiss and a hug back up her words.
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