TITLE: Just Call Me Sam
AUTHOR: Jos Mous
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of these characters, I'm not making a profit, you know the drill.
NOTE: This is just a small little one-shot with a little bit of angst and a little bit of smut. Also, it does contain matter which may gross some people out. I don't know why, but there are probably people who aren't going to like this for reasons other than my writing style.
Brooke was frustrated. Less than a few minutes ago she had been sitting on Sam's bed and had been making out with Sam, like they did so many times before. And like so many times before, things had got a little heated. And, also like so many times before, Brooke had put a hand on Sam's inner thigh. And then, as usual, Sam had freaked and had fled to the furthest corner of the room.
"Is it me?" Brooke asked, an edge to her voice. "Do I disgust you or something?"
Sam shook her head vigorously. "No."
"Then why do you always run away?"
"Because. because." The brunette shook her head again. "Can't tell."
"Why not?" Brooke asked exasperated. How many times had they had this conversation again? Too many times.
"Because you'd leave me if I did," Sam said.
"You know I won't, Sam," Brooke said. "I love you."
Sam whimpered miserably. "Don't say that."
"Well it's the truth," Brooke stated. "I love you and I want to make love to you."
"I know. And I want it too."
"Then when do you keep running away?"
". leave you when you tell me," Brooke finished the sentence. "It's getting old, Sam. Maybe I'll leave you all the same."
"No!" Sam shrieked. "I love you."
Brooke groaned. "Then tell me what's bothering you so much. If you don't our relationship is doomed to fail."
"Maybe it is regardless," Sam muttered.
"Well I'm going to bed now," Brooke said. "Maybe we can talk about this in the morning."
Brooke stood up and headed for the bathroom door.
"Do you love me?" Sam asked.
"What?" Brooke said, turning around to face the brunette again.
"Do you love me?" she asked again.
"I told you that dozens of times before, Sam. Yes, I love you."
"Then promise me you won't freak."
"Sam, what are you talking about?"
"Promise!" Sam insisted.
"Fine. I promise I'll stay calm and rational and that I won't freak."
Sam nodded and took a deep breath. "OK then."
"Sam what are you."
Brooke sentence died in mid-air as Sam pulled her shirt over her head and let it drop on the ground. Then she took off her bra, exposing her breasts to Brooke. The sight would've been erotic if Sam wasn't looking so miserable. She then took of her socks and unbuttoned her jeans.
And then she pulled down her panties.
Brooke was speechless.
"This is why," Sam said softly.
"Oh," said Brooke. She wasn't able to come up with anything else.
"Something went wrong during the pregnancy. Too many male hormones or too little female. Well whatever it was."
"Oh," said Brooke.
"You can't even consider it to be an enlarged clitoris, really."
"Brooke, say something," Sam said desperately.
"I." the blonde faltered. "I. need to think about this."
Sam nodded. "I thought you would."
"I'm going now."
Brooke left through the bathroom door. Sam fell to her knees and cried.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Brooke had been avoiding her all day. Not that this came as a surprise to Sam. In fact, she'd half expected Brooke to be completely furious and everything, so mere avoidance was a pleasant surprise. Sort of. As Sam sat in Kennedy High's cafeteria, munching on her food, she pondered about the question of why the hell she had exposed herself to Brooke like that. She really should've known better. Sam quietly blamed her parents, that is to say Jane and Joe. They had been so understanding about it, so loving. They didn't mind that their daughter had a penis. They went out of their way to make special arrangements at school. They had told her time and time again that there was nothing wrong with her and that she was perfectly normal and that, whatever Sam would end up choosing to be, they'd support her all the way.
Why couldn't they just have been normal parents? Why didn't they just chop it off as soon as possible, maiming her for her entire life? Why didn't they just force her to be a normal girl instead of this in-between shape?
Damn parents. Sam would've never told Brooke if they hadn't been so damn understanding about everything.
Someone grabbed her arm rather roughly and yanked her out of her chair.
"Come on Sam."
"Brooke, I'm eating!" Sam protested.
"I have something to say to you," Brooke said.
"Well do it later!" Sam yelled.
"Come on," Brooke said.
Reluctantly, Sam followed. The break-up talk had to come some time, didn't it? Still. Sam would've liked it if it had been later rather than sooner.
Brooke guided Sam into the Novak. There, the cheerleader either glared or yelled at everyone to take a hike. Then she firmly shut the door and locked it.
"How did you get.?" Sam started.
"Not important," Brooke said, stuffing the key into her purse. "Now sit down."
Obediently, Sam sat down on the fluffy red couch.
"So what do you have to say?" the brunette asked.
"I've been doing some thinking," Brooke said.
"Thought so. Make it quick then."
Brooke shrugged. "If you want."
The blonde walked over to Sam, kneeled in front of her and pulled down her pants and panties.
"Brooke what are you doing?" Sam screeched.
"Making up for running out on you," Brooke said calmly, gently stroking Sam's cock. "Do you mind?"
Sam shook her head.
"No, I can see that," Brooke said, smiling softly.
"I love you, Sam," Brooke said simply. "All of you."
"I love you too, Brooke."
"I was hoping you'd say that," Brooke said. The she ran her tongue up and down Sam's shaft.
Sam groaned deeply.
"You like that?" Brooke asked.
"Then you're going to love this," Brooke said, before engulfing Sam with her mouth.
Sam moaned. She had never expected this. In all her happy-ending fantasies she had ended up with Brooke in a happy, yet non-sexual, relationship. And now the blonde was giving her head.
Sam was in heaven and not just because Brooke turned out to be very good at what she was doing. She looked down at the blonde head bobbing up and down in her lap. The mere sight of this turned her on even more. Somewhere, in the back of her head, a small centre of persistent rationality noticed that Sam was moaning and groaning and emitting all kinds of guttural sounds that didn't make any sense at all. The rest of Sam only noticed Brooke's warm mouth covering every inch of her cock.
"B-Brooke. I'm g-g-gon." The sentence ended in an intense groan and a violent shuddering. Her penis, still happily in Brooke's mouth, went slowly limp.
Brooke let go, earning a small whine of disapproval from Sam.
"Did you just.?"
"Yeah," Sam said.
"Then why didn't you.?"
"No testes. Only ovaries."
As Sam slowly regained a grip on reality, she pulled up her pants again. She moved to carefully tuck her limp penis away, like she always did, but felt bold and decided against it for now. And if she did happen to get excited somewhere during the day. well. too bad for them then.
Brooke sat down next to Sam and stroked her hair.
"So? Convinced that I really, really love you?"
Sam nodded. "Pretty much."
"Good, because I do," Brooke said, leaning in to kiss Sam.
The bell rang for next period.
"Damn," said Brooke.
"Double damn," Sam agreed.
Both girls stood up and walked towards the door.
"So what should I call you?" Brooke asked.
"Well. are you a boy, a girl, a hermaphrodite, a transsexual? I mean. what?"
"Just call me Sam," said Sam.
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