| Sam's POV It’s late into the night. I’m lying on my back because it’s the only position I can ever fall asleep in. That’s when I hear it. The faintest click. It is so quiet, that it echoes through my room and sends a chill up my spine. I lay there, frozen.. not sure what to expect at this, the wee hours of the morning. I didn’t even hear the door close, but the light that had crept into the room was now vanished, and I could feel the presence of someone else standing near the door. Still I do not, and cannot move. Footsteps. I hear them coming closer. And closer. Slowly tiptoeing to the side of my bed. I don’t know what to think. I don’t know what to feel. I’m paralyzed. I feel the covers being pulled down from my neck and for the first time I dare to open my eyes. The darkness immediately overtakes my vision just as a warm body purposefully settles itself on top of me. I cannot see mere inches from my face, but instinctively, I know it’s her. Still, I can hardly breathe. I have no idea what’s going on or why she’s there. Well, I mean I suppose I could guess, but I’m far from assuming anything at this point. I feel her hands reach the bottom of my shirt and pull it all the way up so that it’s above my chest and tucked under my shoulders... I jump up out of bed, switch on the light, and demand to know what the hell this is all about... I want to know why she’d crawled into my bed in the middle of the night and why she was now about to do.. things, to me. I waited.. and waited for an answer... in my mind. But, I never got up, I never questioned it.. and I never stopped her. I can feel her tongue and lips expertly alternating between each other and sometimes simultaneously over my exposed flesh. I still don’t know what I should be doing, though part of me doesn’t necessarily care at this point. Her hands roam all over me, as if in some feverish state of restraint. Her body is screaming for more. Screaming for some kind of release. I’d never witnessed such passion, such fire, it was mind-blowing. And then suddenly.. she stopped. I was so caught up with what she was doing to me that I let out a small squeal when she ceased her movements. I wanted her to keep going. I wanted more. But I could not say a word. Something about the way she’d approached me would not allow me to speak. She simply slid out of my bed, reached for the door, and disappeared into the night. Part 2 |