Samantha Steel is...The Spy Who Did Me--The First Coming A Samantha Steel Erotic Thriller (4 page)

Kenny stopped moving, aware of the situation
for the first time. “Sam, not here...in the girl's locker room. I
shouldn't even be doing this. You're too young.”

I grinded my hips, my pussy not wanting him
to stop. “Don't stop, Kenny...please don't stop!” I hissed at him.
I wanted this. Badly.

Kenny began fingering me again, using both
hands...with his one hand he had two fingers in my pussy...with the
other he rubbed at my clit...faster, faster.

I felt the wetness growing...the warmth now
turning to heat...and then it happened. I felt the dam burst...I
didn't hold it back.

That heat turned to fire in my belly, my
pussy, my loins. My body began to shudder. I was conscious of my
nipples becoming super hard, my breasts swelling. My pussy started
to pump and pump. I didn't just moan, I screamed. “Don't stop,
Kenny! Don't stop!”

I felt my vaginal muscles tugging at his two
inserted fingers, and my fingers joined Kenny's on my clit, pumping
back and forth faster and faster. My vagina was pumping with
juices, my hips thrusting violently. My orgasm felt like a crashing
wave...powerful and wet, flowing over and over.

With one last heave, my orgasm was done. I
was breathing heavily, feeling the blood pumping in my temples, the
adrenaline rush subsiding. I looked at Kenny, who was wiping at the
wetness that covered his hand, all the way up his forearm to his
elbow. “Wow,” he said calmly, a slight grin on his face. We looked
at each other and laughed. The last time we were together, he was
chasing me in the backyard, a worm dangling from his hand.

You know Kenny,” I said, teasing, “I'm not
eighteen yet, so good thing you didn't fuck me. But tomorrow, you
can fuck me for my birthday!” I smiled, giggling.

“Oh my God, I'm going to jail.” he joked.

“That was amazing.” I said, at a loss for
words. “I never knew it would feel like that.”

“Well, I've been with a few girls over the
past few years, and I can say with all honesty, not one of them
ever came like that. It was fucking amazing.” He reached up,
kissing me on my mouth.

We both dressed, knowing the gym period was
about to end. It was an awkward moment...one minute we were
writhing in ecstasy, the next we were trying to look like a normal
pair of high school kids.

I kissed Kenny, telling him that if we could
free up some time, I would love to try this again. He smiled,
nodding. “Hey, I seem to remember birthdays' being kinda lame at
Jessie's. If you have time, maybe I could see you tomorrow. Make
sure you have a really happy birthday!” He smiled, his tongue
hanging out of his mouth. I smiled back at him, and pecked him on
the lips.

He made it out of the girl's locker room just
in time. Sixty seconds later, and I was surrounded by sweaty high
school girls.

I just had my first orgasm...and I was as
high as a kite. I couldn't wait to see Kenny again. I looked around
, wondering how many of these girls had had their first orgasm.

Unfortunately, I never saw them, or Kenny,
ever again.

Six

Tom was waiting for me outside the front of
the school, standing in front of his shiny black Ford sedan. He
immediately picked up on something different about me. I was just
too unconcerned to notice.

I'm usually on guard when I'm around him, but
my mind kept going back to the sex...Kenny's cock...pumping
it...the cum. My incredible orgasm. I wondered if this was what it
felt like to be drunk or stoned.

Tom was looking at me queerly. I finally
noticed.

“Hi Tom...what's got your panties all in a
bunch?” I amusingly asked.

“Something happen in school today you wanna
tell me about, Sammy?” he asked suspiciously. I quickly became
paranoid. Maybe he had a spy or two in school, watching me. Maybe
he knew all about my little get-together with Kenny. He was
squinting at me, already doubting any answer I was about to give
him. He was trying to read me.

“Nope,” I answered him. “same old stuff.
Readin', writin', and 'rithmetic.” I grinned, acting
innocently.

But Tom quickly became quite disturbed. “No.
Something's different. Something's changed. I can tell.” he was
saying. “Get in the car...we've gotta get home.” I hesitated, as he
opened the front door for me. “C'mon Sammy, I ain't got all
day.”

I hated when he called me Sammy. Jesse had
called me that when I was little. It was endearing. When Tom used
it, it felt ugly.

I got in the car, my previous thoughts and
feelings that had been running through my mind becoming a distant
memory. He got behind the wheel of the car, and we sped off. While
he drove, he pulled a cell phone out from his breast pocket. I had
never seen him with a cell phone before. I was forbidden to own
one, so it was unusual to see Tom with one. We stopped at a stop
sign, and Tom quickly texted something into the phone. Then we were
moving again, very quickly.

We made it home in record time. Jessie was
waiting in the front for us. She stood between two Dogwood trees,
both just starting their bloom as spring arrived. I noticed that
she was now holding a cell phone as well. I assumed Tom had texted
Jessie...about what, I didn't know.

Tom rushed me into the house, not saying a
word to Jessie...just giving her a look. That look probably said a
thousand words.

I noticed that none of my foster sisters were
home. On a Friday afternoon, after school, they were usually
running about outside, or somewhere inside the house. All I heard
was silence.

My mind started running scenarios...the ideas
coming from all those conspiracy theory books I had been reading in
the library. Did these two know about what happened in school? Were
there any people watching me? Could Kenny have been a plant...there
to coerce me in to having sex?

Tom sat me down at the kitchen table. I still
hadn't said a word. I wasn't afraid of what was happening...I
wasn't sure I should be. I was actually more curious than
anything.

Jessie walked into the kitchen, looking at
Tom, then at me. “Tom...what happened?” she asked, sounding a bit
confused.

“It's gone, Jess. The feeling...It's gone.
Just like that.” Tom said excitedly, pacing back and forth while he
spoke frantically. “Something happened today. Something
changed.”

Jessie watched Tom pace, muttering wildly.
She just stood next to the stove, waiting for Tom to calm down. She
then walked over to me, standing directly behind me, and put both
of her hands on my shoulders. Jessie stayed like that for a bit,
while Tom continued to rant. Finally she spoke...

“You're right Tom,” she said calmly,
“something is different.” Tom froze, eyeing the both of us.

“I knew I wasn't fucking nuts,” he said.
“After all these years, feeling the way I've felt...it was so
goddamn obvious.”

Jessie sat down next to me. She looked in my
eyes, a smirk on her face.

“My God, Samantha...you are so beautiful.
I've watched you grow up...tried to make you feel normal...tried to
be your mom.” Jessie had tears in her eyes. “This is all about to
change.” Then she hugged me. I guess what started out as a job, or
assignment for this woman, had grown in to something bigger.

“I don't understand what's going on.” I said
meekly. I really didn't understand, but I knew a lot of things that
they didn't know that I did. I decided to play completely
stupid.

“Can somebody explain to me what's going on?”
I asked.

“I'll tell you what's going on,” said Tom.
“Yes, I'll tell you. I just got my fucking life back...we just got
our lives back.” he said, gesturing to Jessie.

Jessie took my hands in hers, as she'd done
so many times in the past. She looked into my eyes. “Honey, did
something happen at school today? Something we should know
about?”

“No.” I answered, sounding confused, and
lying through my teeth. “Nothing at all.”

Tom rushed towards me, the crazed look in his
eyes was back. “Did you bleed today? Did you?” he spat. “How could
you look the way you do, be the way you are...and you still haven't
gotten your fucking period yet? How is that possible?”

Now I became angry. “Why don't one of you
explain to me why it's so fucking important that I get my period. I
seem to be the only one here who doesn't give a shit about it.”

Tom and Jessie just looked at each
other...once again looking as if they were reading each others'
minds. Jessie pushed Tom back, away from me. She looked me in my
eyes again.

“Sam, did you get your period today?
Something definitely seems different.” Jessie asked calmly.

“Why?” I asked sternly.

“Why what?”

“Why is it so important? Why is all this so
important to you? Why am I so important to you?”

They looked at one another again, speechless.
Then they both looked at me. Silence permeated the kitchen.

No one was budging.

Seven

That night I slept in the bedroom alone. None
of my foster sisters were at the house. I could hear Tom and Jessie
in the bedroom next door. Not fucking, like they usually do, but
yelling and screaming. I couldn't make out what they were saying,
but it must have been important because it went on for hours.

More questions now entered my mind. How did
they know something happened at school today? Why the persistence
about my period? Where were my sisters, and why weren't they here?
What did Jessie mean that everything was going to change?

Even though I still had millions of
questions, a little voice inside of me insisted that the answers to
my questions were coming...very soon. I drifted off to sleep when
their voices, and mine, finally died down.

***

The next morning, a Saturday, I awakened to a
very quiet house. I was used to awakening to the sounds of the
girls playing...laughing and giggling. They were all younger than
I, but I always made time for them. They were my family.

Tom was nowhere to be found. I was happy
about that. I went downstairs, finding Jessie in the living room.
She was sitting on the sofa, a cup of coffee seated between both
hands. She wore her hair down, a golden mane falling behind her, a
few strands reaching in front, cupping her breasts. She looked as
if she was in very deep thought, almost meditating.

As I approached, she looked up at me, her
blue eyes catching some sunlight, sparkling. Once again I noticed
how truly pretty she was. High cheekbones, a petite nose, and a
beautiful smile. She smiled at me now, but I sensed a sadness about
her. “Things are going to change now.” she had said last night.

I sat down next to her, those blue eyes
following my every move. I tucked my knees up under my breasts,
feet on the sofa. Jessie reached the back of my head, undoing my
pony tail, allowing my long dark hair to flow about me. “I can't
believe how you've grown,” she said. “You're so beautiful.” tears
fell from her face. “Happy Birthday, Samantha.” she whispered.

Birthday? That was ridiculous.

“Jessie, could you please tell me what's
going on? You've seen my grades from school...I'm pretty smart, and
I've been trying to piece this all together. Like a puzzle. But
some pieces are still missing.” I said. “I'm eighteen now. After
all this time, and all this weirdness, I think I deserve an
explanation.”

Jessie looked at me, putting a finger up to
her lips...saying “shh”, without actually saying it. She then
gestured with her hands, first pointing to her ears, then pointing
to spots around the room. I nodded, understanding. We weren't the
only ones in the room. The room, maybe even the whole house, had
ears.

They were listening.

I leaned over, and whispered one word in her
ear. “Always?” She nodded in response. It made me wonder if “They”
listened in on Tom and Jessie going at it at night time.

Jessie got up, taking my hand in hers, and
led me in to the kitchen. I sat at the kitchen table, while she
went to the stove, turning some dials. The digital display flashed
something, and then she said, “We're clear for about fifteen
minutes.”

“The whole house is bugged, isn't it?” I
asked.

“Pretty much,” she said. “There are ways to
turn the sound off for short intervals. They do respect some form
of privacy, from time to time. But only for a few short
minutes.

“Well, if we only have a few minutes,” I
said, “start talking.”

“Well Samantha...there's so much to tell, and
so little time...so here it is.” She paused, seeking the right
words. “You, Samantha Steel, may very well be...the most special
person on the planet.”

“Whoa.” I thought. I wasn't expecting to hear
that. “What do you mean...special?” I asked.

“Well, your intelligence, just for example.
You're aware that you're pretty smart, correct?”

“Yes.” I answered, blushing a bit. Jessie
caught it.

“Don't be embarrassed by the praise,
Sam...because this is just the beginning. I'll tell you a little of
what I know...and I don't know a lot. But I do know more than Tom
thinks I know. He's not one of us.”

“One of us?” I asked, becoming confused.
“What do you mean.”

“Well, I'm closer to being your sister than
your mother, Sam. We have similar genetics, you and I. The real
difference is you're far more advanced than I am. Like I said,
you're probably the most incredible person on this planet.”

I stared at Jessie. I had always considered
her to be my Mom. Who else did I have? But she was closer to being
a sister? I was still really confused.

“How could we be sisters? You must be almost
twenty years older than me.” I said, looking her up and down.

“A bit more than that, I'm afraid. As of
today, I'm now sixty years old, to your eighteen, Sam. I'm forty
two years older than you are.”