Samantha [2] (R-18)

How did that happen?" I asked.

I wanted to see how closely Samantha's story matched my own. She had ghosted me when we were younger, was it a complete switch? Samantha put on a complicated expression, staring at me suspiciously as if she thought I was teasing her.

"Why are you asking me? I don't know what happened. We were best friends, and then you stopped talking to me shortly after I started dating Steven."

I jerked at that word. I had been expecting her to say something like I started dating other people. It turned out, I was wrong. Steven was the name of her boyfriend back then. Well, at least he was the first of her boyfriends. I heard for a while she had a different boyfriend every month. Some people even spread rumors that she was a slut. Well, it made the fact she ghosted me a little less painful. However, it seems like what happened in the past still happened. We stopped being friends and she dated Steven. However, I ghosted her when she started dating another guy instead of her ghosting me. That appeared to be the key difference.

"I shouldn't have done that," I responded.

"Well, it's too late now." She said irritably.

"Is it?"

She blinked for a second, suddenly looking unsure. Then, she let out a sigh, shaking her head.

"What do you want?" She demanded.

I took a deep breath. I came here to test out whether this world was different. What was the worse that would happen? I'd get slapped? Things between Samantha and I couldn't get any worse if I wanted it.

"Sam, the reason I stopped talking to you is that I had a crush on you."

Sam suddenly shook, her mouth falling open as she took a step back. How would the old Sam have reacted if I said something like this? I really didn't know. I had to push forward.

"Wh-what are you saying?" she responded defensively.

Is she playing dense now?

I took a step forward. "I want you. I don't want any other man to have you."

"N-noah… how can that… I mean…" She tried to work moisture in her mouth. "Are you sure you're okay? You're not serious, right?"

She was still trying to play difficult.

Think, Noah, Think! If I was in this situation, what could she say which would make me instantly react?

"I'm dead serious. If you pull down your pants right now, I will eat your pussy!" As I declared those words, I shut my eyes.

What the hell was I thinking? That was way too far. I was expecting to get slapped. However, when the pain didn't come, I opened one eye, and then my mouth fell open.

Sam had discarded her pants and was now lying on the bed with her legs spread lewdly. She still had her underwear on, but with her thighs in her hands and her legs up, there was absolutely no misunderstanding at all.

Up until that exact moment, I still had my doubts. I thought it was just me or maybe things weren't as bad as I thought. Only seeing Samantha eyeing me anxiously with her legs spread did the realization hit home. I was absolutely stunned.

"I can't believe it," I muttered.

Samantha heard me, and then her face turned red. "Y-y-you were joking! Oh, god!"

She closed her legs and grabbed her pants. She looked about ready to cry. I was still shocked, so it took me a moment to realize how upset she was. Seeing her all flustered like this, especially with her in her underwear, was really cute and sexy. Suddenly, I burst out laughing.

"J-just go…" She cried.

I shook my head as she tried to gesture me out the door. Instead, I grabbed her shoulders.

"I'm not going!" I said, and then I kissed her.

Her body froze for a second, but then she started to kiss me back. She was a very aggressive kisser, and her tongue explored my mouth as much as mine did to hers. Well, I had never kissed a girl before, so this was my first time. I had no clue if it was good or bad, but I really enjoyed the feeling. She was also fondling my body quite aggressively. Her hands actually fell down and grabbed my butt. I wanted to do the same to her, but I was afraid I'd lose my nut. When we finally broke the kiss apart, she was panting and both of our lips were wet and puffy.

"Noah…" She looked at me with extremely erotic eyes.

"Who said those jeans could come back on?" I declared, grabbing them from her hands and tossing them aside.

I felt an extreme boost in confidence. Knowing she was into me and wanted sex as badly as I did, how could I hold back. I hadn't lied when I said I had feelings for her. She was my cute childhood friend. How could I not have had a crush on her? It tore me up when she started dating other guys. Now that I could finally have her, there was no way I could stop.

I pushed Samantha down on the bed. She had a look of shock and surprise that made me keep wanting to shock her more. I pulled off her shirt while delivering a barrage of kisses on her neck and body. Of course, I wasn't a skilled savant. Rather, I was still a virgin other than for that handjob earlier. In fact, she had done me a favor. If I hadn't already cum a few times this morning, I'd have already creamed my pants. That was how excited I was.

I grabbed her panties and pulled them down, revealing her pussy to me. It was the first one I had ever seen up close in reality. You'd think with six sisters, I'd have gotten a peak every now and then, but you'd be incredibly wrong. They used to treat me like a scourge, and the walking in the bathroom as they were changing situation never occurred. If there was even the slightest hint I might have seen up a skirt, they would seriously poke my eyes out.

The first thing that surprised me about her pussy was how much heat it emanated. She must have been really horny, because it felt like a fireplace, emanated warmth against my cheeks even though I hadn't even touched it. It smelled sweet, but with just a bit of sourness. My fingers reached out, and I couldn't help but spread it open. She let out a little gasp.